I’m sure my story will resonate with many older gay men. Back in the day, being queer was a taboo. I met a girl, got married, had kids, like most of my peers. For many years I knew I fancied some men, and would check them out on the beach, or even out shopping. It was a curious thing that a woman could compliment another woman on her looks, but men weren’t supposed to compliment other men. One of the few things my wife and I argued about was football. I loved it and she had no interest whatsoever. 

I had a work colleague, Jim, a few years younger than me. He was a confirmed bachelor, who lived alone in an apartment, I’d dropped him off a few times when his car was in the garage. I’d even stopped for coffee, but never anything else. I liked Jim, we had similar interests, including football. He was also good-looking, keeping himself fit by using a gym, unheard of back in the day. 

England had an important international that I was desperate to see, and it was my wife who suggested I saw it at Jim’s. “It will involve a few beers.” “No worries, stay over, there’s a good film on the other channel, I’ll ask Jayne if she would like to watch it with me.” So, the stage was set, Jim said he’d love the company, so, armed with beer and nibbles, I arrived before kick off. Although I knew my way, he showed me through to the small living room, and the two-seater settee, and went to fetch glasses. 

The match started, and we squeezed onto the settee together, even though there was an armchair. We had a beer and did our own commentary on the football. Two more beers, and we both needed a piss. I went first, when he came back, I noticed his flies were undone. The game ended, with England winning 3-0. He turned my head toward him and kissed me. 42 years old, and I’d kissed my first man, and it felt great. He put his hand behind my head, and pulled me closer, this time our lips opened and the kiss was full on, tongues and everything. What shocked me even more, was that my dick responded in my tight Y-fronts, making it uncomfortable. He took my hand and guided it into his flies. He had no underwear, and I was met by an erect cock, another first, as I couldn’t recall ever holding another man’s penis, let alone an erect one, even when doing circle jerks at school. This seemed so right and what my body had been crying out for. With one another’s knobs in our hands, we kissed, and kissed as a lifetime of frustration was lifted. Instinctively, we tossed each other. It took me about a minute to cum over his hand. I jerked him harder, and he followed suit. He licked the cum from our hands. I was feeling flushed and heady. We had another beer and relaxed. Jim said sorry, but I turned him on, and he’d been wanking over me for months. I suppose I was flattered, and kissed him again. 

By now, it was late and I’d drunk too much to drive. He asked me to stay the night, but I had no PJs, toothbrush, or anything else. “Don’t worry, I always sleep in the nude, and I don’t mind if you do as well. I think he had planned it all along. We used the bathroom and retired.

I had to admit, it was lovely having someone to cuddle up with, My wife and I had given up on nocturnal sex years ago. In the morning, I woke with the usual morning wood, and went for a piss, used the shower, and found some mouthwash. Feeling refreshed, I slid in beside Jim again. He woke, gave me  sleepy kiss, and went off to the bathroom himself, coming back with a semi. I hadn’t even noticed the evening before, but his dick was considerably larger than mine, and I’m not small. He spooned in behind me, his cock growing and fitting nicely into my crack. He reached around and felt for my erection, and jerked it a little. Then I turned, we kissed, and said good morning. What he did next surprised me even more. He slid down the bed, sucking my nipples, then on down. He cupped my balls and gave me head. Something the wife thinks is disgusting, not that I’ve eaten a fanny for years. He wrapped his lips around my shaft, so I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations. I’d never felt anything like it, he was obviously very experienced, licking the shaft, running his tongue round the head, then deep throating me. He kept taking me to the brink, then backing off, before going again. After 20 minutes I exploded into his mouth. He came back up and he fed my babies back to me. I should have been repulsed, but it was all so natural. I felt obliged to repay the service. Yet another first. I didn’t quite know what I was doing, but, with his encouragement, I quickly learnt, and brought him to orgasm, kissing him as he had to me. 

We had breakfast and coffee, and reluctantly, I had to leave, promising this wouldn’t be a one off. Back home, my wife was full of herself, I wondered if she’d had a similar experience with her friend, but that was none of my business. 

Monday morning, and I met up with Jim at work. We winked at each other, but didn’t say a word until lunchtime, when I thanked him for waking my gay side. Inside, I knew we would take it further, and I couldn’t wait. 

The apartment wasn’t much to look at. Two bedrooms, small living room, kitchen the size of a closet. Minimalist in theory, messy in practice. Tripods leaned against one wall, a ring light half-collapsed near the couch, camera gear scattered like I was in the middle of a shoot that never ended.

I’d been interviewing potential roommates all week. One guy smelled like weed and regret. Another wanted to “start a band.” Someone even asked if I’d be cool with them “hosting game nights.” I wasn’t.

By the time Zack showed up, I’d lost hope.

He filled the doorway like he’d been sent to test my self-control. Tank top, gym shorts, duffel bag slung over one shoulder. Sweat still clung to his collarbone, like he’d come straight from the gym.

“Hey, man. I’m Zack,” he said, grinning. His voice had that lazy, confident rasp that people get from knowing they look good.

I tried to play it cool. “Eli.” I stepped aside to let him in. “The apartment is small. But the water pressure’s good and the neighbors mostly mind their business.”

He looked around, eyes landing on the mess of lenses and light stands. “You a YouTuber or something?”

“Photographer,” I said. “Freelance stuff. Mostly portraits, events, sometimes product shoots when rent’s due.”

He nodded, impressed in that easy, boyish way. “That’s sick. I’m a trainer. Work out of a gym downtown. Pretty flexible hours, but I’m up early a lot.”

I glanced at his shoulders. “Yeah, I figured.”

He laughed. “What, this?” He flexed one arm just slightly, like he was mocking himself, but not enough for me to look away.

I smiled. “Just an observation.”

He wandered further in, eyes scanning the space. He moved like he already belonged here. “You live alone?”

“Until now, yeah.”

“I’m clean, I promise,” he said. “Just… a lot of meal prep containers. And probably some gym gear lying around. But I’ll keep my corner neat.”

“Corner?” I teased. “You planning to move into the living room?”

He grinned. “Nah, man. Just saying, I’m low maintenance. As long as I can shower twice a day and make eggs at 6 a.m., we’re good.”

“Six?” I groaned. “You realize I don’t exist before nine.”

“Then I’ll be quiet,” he said, smirking. “I’ll sneak around.”

Something about the way he said it made me imagine him moving through the apartment shirtless, quiet, damp from a shower. My throat tightened.

“Yeah,” I said, clearing my voice. “Sounds fine.”

We talked for another half hour. He was loud, charming, kind of chaotic but disarmingly open. The kind of guy who didn’t think twice before touching your shoulder mid-laugh. He asked what kind of people I photographed. I told him mostly faces…ordinary people trying to look extraordinary.

He nodded, thoughtful. “That’s kinda deep.” Then grinned again. “You’d probably make me look good too.”

I laughed. “You already do that yourself.”

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A week later, Zack moved in.

The apartment changed overnight. His stuff wasn’t messy, just there. Protein powder on the counter, shaker bottles in the sink, that faint masculine smell that clung to everything. It wasn’t bad. Just… different. Clean, salty and warm.

Mornings became louder. Blenders roaring before sunrise, heavy footsteps, the occasional thud of push-ups in the living room. He walked around shirtless without thinking, grabbing coffee, towel draped over his neck, skin still flushed from working out.

He’d nod at me like it was nothing. “Morning, man.”

And I’d nod back, pretending I wasn’t staring at his chest.

Sometimes he’d sit at the counter while I edited photos, scrolling on his phone, talking about gym clients and macros. “You ever shoot athletes?” he asked once, between bites of oatmeal.

“Not really,” I said. “They move too much.”

He chuckled. “Bet you’d make me look intense.”

“Pretty sure you’ve got that covered.”

He grinned, brushing his spoon against the bowl. “You say that like you’ve been watching.”

My stomach twisted. “You make it hard not to.. Walking around shirtless all day.”

He blinked, not catching the double meaning, then laughed. “Guess that’s a compliment.”

It was hard to explain what it felt like, living with him. It wasn’t attraction in the simple sense. It was proximity…this constant awareness of another man’s presence. His scent on the couch cushions, his voice echoing down the hallway, his towel hanging next to mine in the bathroom.

Sometimes I’d pass by his door and hear weights clinking, his breathing steady and deep. Sometimes I’d find him sprawled on the couch, scrolling, legs wide open, half-asleep.

He didn’t notice what that did to me. Or maybe he did, and he liked it.

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One evening, the air in the apartment felt heavy and slow.

Neither of us wanted to cook. Zack sprawled on the couch, shirt half twisted, scrolling through dating apps on his phone like he was waging war with it.

“Dude, what the hell,” he muttered. “Why does nobody match with me? This app’s trash.”

I looked up from my laptop. “Maybe it’s not the app.”

He threw me a look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Let me see,” I said, already reaching over.

He hesitated for a second, then turned the phone toward me. His dating profile was exactly what I expected…three bad gym selfies, a bathroom mirror shot with foggy lighting, and one where half his face was cropped out by a bicep.

“Yeah,” I said, scrolling. “This screams I do push-ups in nightclubs.”

He groaned, flopping back against the couch. “Fuck. I knew it. I look like a douchebag.”

“You kinda do,” I said, smiling. “But like, the hot kind. That’s the problem. No one takes you seriously.”

He laughed, deep and genuine, that stupidly infectious sound that made his throat flex and his chest rise. “You’re brutal, man.”

“I’m honest,” I said, closing his phone. “You need photos that don’t look like you’re trying so hard.”

He sat up a little, curious. “So what, you got an idea?”

“I mean, yeah. That’s literally my job.”

He blinked, remembering. “Right, you’re the photo guy. Shit. Why didn’t I think of that?”
A grin tugged at his mouth. “So what would you do? Make me look… artistic or something?”

“Human,” I said. “That’s a good start.”

He leaned closer. “Nah, come on. You gotta make me look….what’s the word..fuckable.”

The word hit harder than I expected. I froze for a split second, caught between pretending I didn’t hear it and wondering if he knew exactly what he’d said.

He didn’t break eye contact. Just that same lazy smirk, the one that felt like a test.

“Yeah,” he said again, slower this time. “Make me look like someone people want to fuck.”

My throat went dry. “I think I can manage that,” I said finally, keeping my voice even.

“Cool,” he said, smiling like it was the most casual thing in the world. “You tell me when you’re free.”

He stretched back into the couch, his tank top riding up, abs flexing under the soft light. My eyes flicked down before I could stop them. The shadow of a V-line disappearing beneath his shorts, the slight sheen of sweat still on his skin from whatever workout he’d done earlier.

He caught me looking. Or maybe he didn’t.
Hard to tell with Zack.

“Hey,” he said, breaking my silence. “You ever, like, photograph people you know? Or’s that weird?”

“It’s not weird,” I said. “It’s just… different.”

“How different?”

I shrugged. “You start noticing things. Details you normally wouldn’t.”

He tilted his head, curious. “Like what?”

“Depends on the person,” I said.

He grinned, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. “So what would you notice about me?”

I laughed under my breath. “That’s not how this works.”

“Come on,” he said. “You’re the expert. Critique me.”

His tone was teasing, but his eyes were locked on me. I could feel it…him enjoying how uncomfortable he made me. I wanted to look away. I didn’t.

I gestured vaguely. “You’ve got symmetry, confidence, strong angles. You photograph well.”

He smirked. “That’s a polite way of saying I’m hot.”

I exhaled slowly. “I think you already know that.”

He grinned wider, satisfied. Then he reached out and nudged my knee with his foot. “Man, you’re too serious. Loosen up.”

“Loosen up?”

“Yeah.” He grinned, sitting back again. “We’re gonna have fun with this. You tell me what to do, I’ll do it. You’re the boss, camera guy.”

That stupid nickname rolled off his tongue like a dare.

He grabbed his water bottle from the coffee table, drank, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. A drop slid down his jaw, catching in the faint stubble before disappearing along his neck.

I had no business watching that closely.

He caught my stare again, just briefly.
Something flickered behind his eyes. A pause too long.

Then he smiled. “Don’t overthink it, man. I trust you.”

Trust. Right.

When he finally got up and walked toward his room, the air felt charged…like static before a storm.

He stopped at the doorway and looked back, that half-grin still tugging at his mouth. “You know, you should tell me when you wanna do it. The shoot, I mean.”

“Yeah,” I said, trying to sound normal.

He smirked again. “Cool. Remember, I wanna look fuckable.”

The door clicked shut behind him.

And I just sat there, staring at the empty couch, heart pounding, mind full of images I shouldn’t have.

His laugh. That word. The way his shirt had ridden up when he leaned back.

I knew exactly how this was going to go.

And I also knew I wouldn’t stop it.

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I met Jason online. The funny thing about online meetings is this sense of being anonymous and spilling deep thoughts, desires and emotions. They can be used as a key to unlock the individual and go inside their mind for control. Jason did just that likely thinking we would never meet up. We were only about 30 minutes apart. If his photos were real, he was incredibly cute and very, very nice body. I wanted to meet. He expressed desire to be intensely submissive to the point of complete capture and chained. He loved clothes, he always wanted to look good but there was a ‘tickle’ vein that would explode in him sexually to have his looks and clothes messed up or worse, totally ruined. Jason was 20, living off a trust set up by his grandmother. He wanted to become a model, his fantasy of men seeing him all dressed up, cover to cover.

We met one afternoon in early May at a local Dunk’N’Donuts. He loved wearing white, he wore a white suit. This being 1991, the suit coat was short like a waiter’s jacket, double breasted, pleated pants, the suit white with a satin pinstripe, white shiny dress shoes, white silk shirt with cufflinks, and white silk tie. Walking in he received a chuckle from a table of teenage boys. After talking, I suggested we go to a place where we could play. He whole heartily agreed. The location was about two miles away. The far end of a rail yard, always secluded however, trucks must go through as there was a large area of mud created from rain and trucks driving through.

We got out of our cars and met up. I stared into his face, complimented him on his suit, feeling his suit coat, discovering his wallet located in his inside breast suit pocket. I pulled back his suit coat like I was looking at the label and grabbed his wallet. He looked confused but did not suspect a thing. I could see his car keys in his side pants pocket, I lurched forward to hug and kiss all the while reaching into his pants pocket to take Jason’s keys. Now, I had complete control.

I told Jason he now needs to follow all my orders because now I had his keys and wallet, he wasn’t going anywhere. That, excited him. I used the first key he told me about that he gave me online, water sports. Standing in front of him, I undid my belt, unbuttoned my Levis, pulled out my big cock which pleased him even more. I reached over, unzipped his white suit pants and slid my cock into his pants. Jason was interested and confused on my action until I began pissing into his suit pants to which he said; “Oh my god, what are you doing to my pants?” And there was the golden piss cascading down his pants legs, flowing over and into his dress shoes puddling on the ground. I retreated. Jason looked down going; “Oh my god, it looks like I pissed my pants” and I replied; “It sure does”. Jason was visibly disturbed, this was not an outfit he wanted to mess up.

I walked him over to the mud with Jason blurting out; “No, no, no, please, no mud on my suit, please!”. I ordered him to walk into the mud but he begged me; “Come on, lets end this, give me back my keys and wallet” I said; “Nope, we are going to have more fun”. After Jason did more begging, I walked him into the mud. His shiny white toes now submerged in the mud, the cuffs of his white suit pants, now resting on the mud. I ordered him to continue or, I was leaving with his wallet and keys. Jason reluctantly walked further into the mud and stood there wondering the next step. I ordered him down on his knees. Jason, cringing; “Please, don’t do this to me” as I walked to my car with his wallet and keys. Jason yelled; “Ok, ok” and down he went into the mud in his white suit pants. I ordered him to walk around on his knees to ground the mud into his pants and then, ordered him to stand up and see the damage that was done. I told him to go back on his knees, my cock throbbing and pushing hard against me jeans, nearly cumming in my pants. Me to Jason; “Now Jason, lay down” to which he yelled; “Fuck you, this was a nice and expensive suit” as he laid down in the mud. I moved to the end of the mud with my cock out of my jeans throbbing hard with pre cum as I told Jason to crawl to me in the mud. Once in front of me, I told him to get on his knees and then I began fucking his face. His head bobbing and soon, I exploded with cum into his mouth unlike ever before.

I walked Jason over to my truck where I pulled out a folding chair. I had Jason sit and told him he was getting a haircut. I cut it short, his hair fell around his muddy suit until it was short enough for a razor and shaving cream. I shaved Jason totally bald including eye brows. My cock throbbing in my jeans. Once completed, I had him undress. His once white suit sat in a pile. I walked Jason to the cab of my truck, had him lay over the seat while I fucked him good up his ass. I pounded and pounded his ass until I filled him with my warm cum. The best fuck ever!. With that, I tossed his keys and wallet on top of his crumpled messy white suit and said; “Next time, we will meet at a tattoo parlor” 

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Inside salon all are ordered me get naked and started abusing me, called me by faggot, useless, dickless, whore, slut, cumdump, cunt, motherfucker, slave dog, inferior than bugs. I was standing in front of them in shame, keeping face down. I started to remove the vest and then short. When I was just in underwear and supposed to pull down, Master came from the back side and in force tore out underwear in one pull. And said, “faggot like you doesn’t deserve any innerwear anymore. Men can wear that. From now on whenever you go outside you should not wear any innerwear unless permitted.” I just said, “Yes Master.” Master slapped my ass and moved away then Sir came backside and kicked on the back of both knees. Immediately I felt on floor, and Master said loudly, “Faggot this is your real place in front of us”, simultaneously slapped on face. All three started slapping on my face, kicking my ass and back. At that time Boss tried to pull my hair, but due to too much oil His hand got spoiled, so hardly slapped same hand on back and said, “first need to wash faggot head, it’s too oily”.

Then the Boss pulled me to the head wash chair, and ordered me “hey dog keep you on all 4 and put head inside this sink”. I followed the order. Then Sir downed His trouser and started peeing on my head. The quantity was too much, my whole head got properly wet. Boss applied shampoo on head, this time Master and Sir pee on head to remove the shampoo, while Boss made sure all the oil should get removed. After that Boss air dried my hair and while moving His hand into that said, “hey slut this is last time you are going to see hair on your head, from today you will not have single hair on head. Let me correct not only your head but your whole body will be hairless.” And pulled my hair hard with a loud laugh. Master and Sir also laughed loudly.

Then Master came front of me, and said “Now faggot listen carefully, what will be your role in from of your Boss and Sir.” By nodding my head I said, “yes Master.”

Master moved to side and Boss come front of me, and started to explain my role :

“Listen slut, you will be my free maid. Shops start at 7 AM, every 2 hours you will come and swap the floor, remove all hair and then will go home. You will not say any word here and will come with proper dress. The salon will close at 9.30 PM but you will come here at 10 PM after completing all the service of the Master. You will bring food for me, but this time you will come by walk and the same kind of dress you wore just before. Once you enter, you will close the shutter and undress yourself. I will have dinner meanwhile you will swap the floor and wash the floor. Once we both finished, give me pleasure just by sucking. I am not interested in fucking faggot like you. And dress yourself, take all the tiffins and close the shutter and get lost. This is about your duty for the Boss. Now it’s Boss work to keep slut updated and well maintained. For that you should come weekly once in the salon. Preferably on Monday at 7 AM as on this day the salon remained closed. I like to wax your whole body and head, but after that hair requires time to grow and some periods hair may not grow, so I will shave your whole body that is on every Monday. Post that you will give me some fun and then get lost. As today I am going to shave you full, coming Monday you don’t need to shave it again. But you should come to give pleasure to the Boss. Understand the loser.”

I : Yes Boss.

Boss : Do you any doubt faggot?

I : I am Sorry Boss, but just to confirm one doubt. I will come daily for a swap every 2 hours, but just before coming to groom myself, Master set a rule that, dog collar will be put on me forever. Please can we hide this from people? Again Sorry Master and Boss for asking a question.

Master : Patting on head affectionately, Dog you are a real slave material. Master like the way you asked a question. For that, I can asked your Boss, show some mercy on faggot, he will come directly in night for cleaning. Till that time, ask your co-worker to handle it.

Boss : Okay cunt, don’t come in morning, come directly in night.

I :  Thank you so much Master and Boss for showing mercy on useless object like me.

All 3 started laughing loudly and said, “He is real slave material, we should not lose it.” After that Boss shifted to side and Sir come in front of me, and started explaining about His expectations when I am under His training which will help me to change my physiques :

“So faggot look at you, how fatty you are! This will cause serious health issues to our dog. But now don’t worry you are in safe hand. I will transfer your physique. Tomorrow morning we will first have a full-body checkup for you and post that I will make a diet plan for you. Don’t worry slut I will not provide you any fancy diet, it will be the same as me but different quantities. I will give you healthy food, we will not cause any health issues to you. Now let’s come to your training. I will train you 6 days a week. 1 day will be a rest day. We keep Monday as a rest day so you can broom yourself properly. Training will be Weight Training in Morning and cardio mostly outdoor running in the night after cleaning salon. In the first two weeks I will try to improve your posture and form, then onwards for any wrong form and posture severer punishment needs to be faced. I will not be harsh with you regarding weights, don’t want to damage or any kind of harm to our dog. But you should follow every diet properly, I wish I could leave with you to monitor you.”

Before I could say anything, the Master said, “Hey you can shift to faggot flat. Currently our dog is a stray dog, living alone not only in a flat on the whole floor. I already told him I’m going to shift”. 

Sir : That’s really awesome, then definitely I will also join. But now one problem is, gym. It would be better if I trained the dog only on undie. I like to train him naked but don’t cause any health issues on the dog’s useless balls and dick.

Master : Our dog is a real rich slut, owned 3 BHK. Now the dog doesn’t require any room, god will sleep on the floor just beside our bed, so at night we don’t need to walk for the toilet. So we can convert two rooms into a gym.

Sir : Nice Idea. Dog I hope you have good enough savings, I will go and buy gym equipment. Don’t be afraid. I know one retailer who gives good quality at a reasonable rate. What we required mostly, 2 benches 1 free and 1 with rod stand. 1 big rod, 1 small and 1 curl rod. Set of dumbbells till 30-40 kg and plates. For now only, we will increase further once the dog again earns. This will cost you 150k to 200k.

Master : Is it? 200k is the dog’s monthly income, so easily he can manage. When we whore out the weekend we will earn more.

All 3 started laughing with disgusting look for me. I stayed silent during the whole conversation. “Let’s go, I need to go, have some training now. Post that will go to buy the equipment. He will deliver today only” saying this Sir left the salon. Once Sir left, Boss ordered me to sit on the haircut chair, and told, “While shaving your head, you should not look down at all, otherwise you have to bear punishment. You should enjoy and see your whole transition from free gay man to owned slave dog. Understand faggot?” With shame on my face, I just said, “Yes Boss, and thank you for your valuable service.” 

After that Boss started the trimmer machine, I think with either 0.5 or 1 number blade setting and started moving on my head, first from top. All the hair started to fall down on my shoulder, stomach and just watched this transition, from long hair to currently short one. Master and Sir observed shame on my face and laugh, and Master recorded this humiliated task on His mobile. While recording, Master said, “Don’t worry faggot, I will not upload this video anywhere without faggot permission unless faggot betrayed us.” After trimming all sides with a trimmer, Boss sprayed water and started applying shaving cream. Within around 3-4 minutes, my head was covered by shaving cream. Then Boss started shaving my head with a blade, with all directions so that all surfaces should be totally smooth. Boss repeated the same shaving process around 3 to 4 times, when Master and Boss felt the head was properly smooth and started moving hands on it and with laughter abused me. Post head, while sitting on a chair, Boss shaved my face. Then ordered me to stand up and sprayed hair removal cream all over body. I felt skin irritation and skin burning but could not say a word. After 5 minutes with some dirty clothes Boss removed all cream over body, with that hair also washed out. After cleaning, my whole body smooth like a masseur once did wax. Master and Boss were happy with bitch transformation. Master also added, “we will do depletion on faggot face. Faggot face should not have any hair permanently. Look at this bitch, look like a newborn boy. But you deserve this only. Now listen faggot quickly clean whole area and then suck our dick. Post we will go to the adult store” Quickly I cleaned the whole salon and waited for the next instruction. Then Master slapped me hard and said, “slut, next time will not repeat the task. If you fail, you will receive several punishments. Understood faggot?” I just said “yes Master” and moved forward to unlock the pant.

Both Master and Boss were semi naked (from down) in front of me and hitting my face with their dick. I was amazed by their dick size. Master’s dick is semi-hard with size 6-7 inches and thick but Boss one is 4 inches when semi hard and around 4-5 inches thick. Thicker than Master one. While hitting my face, both were repeatedly abused me and said “see faggot, real man dick size will be like this. Your one is a dicklet which is smaller than a kid’s. That’s why your dicklet is useless and serves a real man. Men like us can keep their dick free. Shortly I will lock faggot dicklet permanently.” And started laughing. Then I started to lick their dick top. Once Master and Boss are on top, inserted cock together and fucked my mouth. Saliva started drooling on cheeks and body. I was unable to breath, started gagging so tried to remove it but Master and Boss slapped me and didn’t stop. After 15-20 minutes vigorously face fucking Master and Boss both were on top and splash their cum on shaved head and face. Then the Master ordered me to quickly wear this jockstrip and sit in the car. Jockstrip is like a small net pouch in front which only hides a dick and small string on back. String will just cover a crack but both butts are still visible. I hesitated and said, “Please Master, if anyone sees me like this?” Master said, “you bastard, why are you repeating the same. Faggot don’t have any dignity and it’s 5.30 AM only so no one will be outside in this corner area. And the main point is your private part is covered so you don’t have to worry. Now keep quiet and follow whatever I say.” I just said, “Yes Master” and started following Master. 

Dry saliva patches are clearly visible on the body plus cum on the face yet not dried which can anyone see easily. Master parked the car 500 meters away from the salon. It was totally humiliating walking on the road, with face and head covered with cum, body with saliva, just with a jockstrip and the whole body visible. Master was walking 10 steps ahead of me. Fortunately no one saw me till we reached the car. Master opened the trunk and ordered me to sit there. An object like you doesn’t suit sitting inside my car. This is your real place. And while inside the trunk don’t try to clean anything from your body, then I will punish you in an adult store only in front of many people. Within half an hour we reached the store.

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Jake East – The Archangel Gabriel

Part 1: Beginnings

Jake arrived at the gates blocking his drive. He turned off the lights of the car and checked his phone and the status of the security systems of his house two hundred metres up the drive.  All the systems were turned on. It was 5am and the light was just beginning to hit the hills. He drove up the drive, entered the  farmhouse and went directly to the fridge to fetch a beer. After a quick look around to check all was as it should be he sat down on the sofa and turned on the tv to see the news.  There was no significant event which interested him and he was relieved to see that he had extracted himself from the scene  without detection.

Jake was a problem solver, an executioner, the last resort. He was used by the government to solve problems quickly and quietly. In this case he had been down to Exeter to remove a judge who had set a string of Pakistani pedofiles free. The public outcry was enormous and he was called in to remove the judge. 

Jake had been down in the Exeter area for 4 weeks. “Dissaperating” a judge was not so simple. There was always a government police man in tow. However as it turned out this judge had a summer house near St Ives. He seemingly dismissed his protection Friday evening and used the space to visit one of his favorite “boys”. Yes this judge was into young boys. It took Jake two weeks to detect the tendency and the third week to lay to plan. The fourth week he was laying in wait for the judge on his return home. With all the tourists in St Ives it was easy to move around. 

The judge arrived back at 10pm. Jake had simply broken his neck and driven to the nearby forest just south of St Ives. Here he spent an hour in pitch black digging a 2 meters deep hole. He filled it in and covered it with brush as though it had never been dug. It would never be found. He had driven the judges car back and parked it near the harbour. This was meant to suggest he had fallen into the water after drinking too much. He left the keys in the car and the door unlocked. Then Jake got onto the night train and made the journey in his heavy disguise back to London and then from Victoria on the route to Brighton.  At Brighton station Jake retrieved his car from a nearby rented garage and made the 5km drive to his farm in the south downs north of Brighton and the A27 and close to the Chattri Memorial.

As Jake sat back he waited for the news to hit about the missing judge.  He thought “job well done”.   After two beers he went to his bedroom and fell asleep. 

Jake awoke at 1pm. He was rested but still stressed from his 4 weeks of sitting, watching and waiting. The endless watching and waiting had meant he could not train and he needed to get back in shape. Patience and stealth was the name of the game and then of course extreme violence. Jake had been in the army for 20 years. He had seen action in Afghanistan and Iraq. He was known as an efficient killer who killed without fear or remorse.  At the age of 40 he was thought to be too blood thirsty and he was pushed to a small department in the ministry of defense. In fact there were only two members. One was his boss known only to him as “the colonel” and the other was himself.  For the execution of the judge he was paid 500,000 pounds. It was of course outside the law but he was protected by the government. His bank accounts were closed, he paid no tax and he existed to no more than a very few people which included only the head of MI5 and MI6. You could call him MI7 or LR for last resort.

Jake had done this for 5 years now. He was 45. He was good at it. He preferred to operate alone.

He just showered and turned on the news again. News of the judge had still not hit the BBC. Jake knew he was stressed and needed to relax for a few weeks. Usually the colonel would not contact him for at least 4 weeks so he had time to get back in a better physical form and look after the farm. After 4 weeks the grass needed cutting and some jobs needed attention. 

Firstly however he needed to address his stress level. Jake had a little weakness. This was young men. Not underage or anything illegal. He could not contemplate entering into a partnership with a girl or a boy. That was not compatible with his lifestyle. At an earlier age he had been known to date girls but that was more for show.  No – in later years he had rented young men for a couple of hours. It filled his sexual needs and as long as the boys did this of their own free will he felt justified.

He usually found them on the sites for rent boys. Now he went on to the site sleepyboy.com and browsed around. It wasn’t long before he found a lad from the Brighton area calling himself Harry. It was probably not his real name but Jake was not about to use his real name either. Harry was visibly about 18, slightly muscled and blonde with very little body hair. He said he was gay and versatile.  More than this he was open to older men. Just what Jake needed for a couple of hours. Harry agreed to meet him at the Brighton hotel at 6pm that evening.  Jake rang the hotel and booked a room for the evening. He would pay cash on arrival.

Jake checked in at 5.30 and made himself comfortable in the room. It overlooked the sea front and saw it was a prime room. Jake had plenty of funds and did not see why he should not use them

At 6pm exactly the boy rang on whatsapp. Jake had two phones and this burner phone was only ever turned on outside his farm.  He simply said that Harry should come up to room 602. No keycard was required.

Three minutes later there was a knock on the door. Jake answered it and there stood the most gorgeous young man. Jake knew he was going to enjoy himself!

“Come on in” said Harry

“Thanks,” replied the boy.

Harry followed the boy and watched his tight little bum wiggle in his tight jeans.

“Make yourself at home” said Jake

Harry took this to mean to take his coat off but for now kept his clothes on.

“Need a shower?” asked Jake

“No I showered at home” replied Harry

“Drink?” asked Jake

“Just a glass of water will be fine,” said Harry. 

“Sit down” said Jake “Lets get to know each other a little”

Harry sat in the chair in the little sofa group. Jake sat on the other side of the table.  He could feel that Harry needed some space for a few minutes to get used to him.

“Is this your first time?” said Jake.

“Er yes” replied Harry “Is it so obvious?”

“Well yes” said Jake “Just relax we are just here to enjoy ourselves”

With this Harry visibly relaxed

“You don’t have to of course but do you want to tell me a little of yourself?” said Jake

“Well I am 18 and only just moved to Brighton. I just got kicked out of the foster home. It’s cool I did not want to be there anyway. It just that living expenses are so high so I need do do escorting to earn a little money before I get my head together and get a job”

“What sort of job do you want?” asked Harry

“Well I am an outdoor guy. I love walking and rambling so probably something outdoors. Maybe landscape gardening?”

“Sounds good” said Jake “there are loads of gardens in the north of Brighton and the whole of Sussex. “

Jake decided to broach the subjects of like and dislikes 

“What turns you on Harry?”

“I guess anything as long as it is pleasure. Not into pain or drugs. Actually despite my age I am fairly experienced. The children’s home was hard if you know what I mean. I was introduced to sex at an early age.”

“I am sorry . It sounds as though you did not have a choice?”

“No but it all over now – now  its my body and my choice”

“Exactly,” said Jake. “Just tell me to stop at any time, your choice I promise”

Harry smiled.

Jake liked to have sex in bed. He was not one for romping around the room. 

“Stand up” said Jake “I would like to undress you”

Harry stood and moved towards him and began to undo the buttons on the boy’s shirt. He pulled the shirt off his shoulders and it fell to the ground. Next he turned his attention to the boy’s belt. Within a few seconds the trousers slid to the ground. Harry was revealed in a nice pair of tight white briefs from Calvin Klein.

Jake moved around behind Harry and put his arms around Harry’s waist. A few seconds later his fingers edged beneath the waistband of the briefs and probed deeper. Jake did not have to go very far. Harry was already hard and the stiff cock was seeping pre-cum onto Jake’s fingers.  The boy was gently moaning with pleasure as Jake gently stroked the boy’s stiff cock.

He kissed Harry on the neck and said “fantastic, lets get into the bed”

With that he led Harry into the bedroom. Harry got under the bedclothes and watched while Jake removed his shorts and shirt. 

Harry gasped when he saw Jake’s body. He could not help it.

“I think I am going to enjoy this” said Harry

“Thats the general idea. I like to give pleasure just as much as I like receiving it.”

With that Harry and Jake engaged in a frenzy of kissing. Jake invaded Harry’s mouth and Harry responded. Jake’s hands roamed all over the boy’s body. Inside the legs, groin, arms armpits, neck and stomach. Harry was indeed enjoying himself. 

Jake drew back the bedclothes. It was warm and they were not needed. Jake reached over for some baby oil. He straddled Harry and poured a good handful over Harry’s chest and stomach. Jake began to stroke and massage Harry’s front. Harry was purring. He had never experienced this before. Sex had also been so violent before. This was a pleasure. 

Jake could see the boy was enjoying himself. This was part of Jake’s pleasure. It was taking the edge off himself. Jake avoided putting oil on Harry’s cock and now moved down to it and took it in his mouth on one go. 

Harry gasped with pleasure.

“You like?” asked Jake

“Yes , i think you know i do” laughed Harry

Now they were really beginning to get to know each other and relax in each other’s company.

Jake bobbed up and down on Harry’s cock for 5  minutes. He was afraid the boy was about to cum so he backed off.

“Turn over” said Jake

Harry did as he was told. As in previous sexual experiences it was now he expected to feel the sharp pain of a penis entering him with very little caution. Instead he felt oil on his back and Jake’s now warm hands spreading oil up and down his back. A few minutes later the oil seeped between his arse cheeks and Jake’s hands were moving inside the crevice. Jake began to move a finger a few millimetres into Jake’s hole. Jake waited for the pain but it did not come.  

Jake put a couple of pillows under Harry’s stomach. Harry’s arse was exposed and Jake moved his tongue to explore the lovely young arse hole.  He explored the boy hole with his tongue. Little by little he invaded it deeper. The boy was moaning with pleasure until after 10 minutes he could not help it and said 

“Daddy for christs sake fuck me now please”

This was what Jake was waiting for. He stopped and pulled the boy over. 

“I want to look into your eyes when I fuck you”

He moved closer to the boy and with their legs interlocked Jake placed his stiff cock at the entrance to Harry’s hole. Jake pushed a little and then stopped. Harry’s hole was invaded just a little but Jake waited for him to get used to it.  One once, not twice but three times Jake repeated this and three minutes later Jake’s 20 centimeters was fully in Harry’s rectum.

The pain was past and Harry was holding onto Jake’s waist to ensure he did not pull out. He wanted more of the cock invading his rectum.

Jake moved in and out slowly. He wanted to give pleasure. More than 200 times he moved his hips slowly. He disentangled their legs and lifted the boys legs up over his own shoulders and then pushed the boys legs back onto the bed. Harry was fully pinned to the bed by Jake’s strong arms. Jake continued to move in and out. Now the position of Harry’s body meant that Jake could get the full depth and the boy’s cheeks were tight. Harry was in a heaven he had never felt before. He did not want it to stop just yet. 

For all his violent nature on the field of battle Jake was a considerate lover.

“Are you ok?” asked Jake

“Yes yes, Daddy just keep fucking me please”

Jake released the boy’s legs a little and let him have a more relaxed position. He brought the boy’s legs down to the side and Jake lay beside him. In this spoon position Jake moved his hips in and out whilst Jake pulled on Harry’s stiff cock flowing with pre-cum.

Ten minutes later he could feel the boy was about to cum. His young cum was ready to spill and he could not hold it back any more.

“I am cumming Daddy, I cannot stop it” squealed Harry

“That just fine, let it rip “ said Jake

Jake had perfect control. As Harry spilled his cum over the bed Harry came and squirted several times deeply into Harry’s arse. After the spasms had subsided they lay there for several minutes enjoying the moment.

Jake was the first to speak

“OK?” he asked

“Yes – that was fantastic. I never thought sex could be that good”

“Thats the way it should be” said Jake

They lay in the bed stroking and kissing. Jake’s cock began to go limp and fell out of Harry’s arse. Cum fell out of Harry’s rectum.

After a while Jake thought they had better get up and clean themselves up. He moved them both to the double shower where he cleaned the boy completely like a little boy. Harry moved on to his knees  and gave Jake a blow job and gave him a hard on once more. Jake came deeply into the boy’s willing mouth.

Ten minutes later they exited the shower and Jake motioned for him to put his clothes back on. Harry had been there an hour.  Jake put 200 pounds on the table. Harry picked it up.

“Am I going to see you again?” said Harry 

“Very possibly” said Jake

Harry needed to say more “I mean it was great. I can stay longer if you like. If you are not busy we can go out to eat or something. No extra charge as long as you pay for the food”

Harry laughed and Jake smiled.

There was an awkward few seconds whilst Jake was thinking.  This boy was lovely. Did he really want to eat alone again this evening?

“Well” said Jake “Do you like fish, I mean real fish not fish and chips, muscles and octopus?”

Harry had never eaten such food but he said yes anyway.

“Well then if you like we can go out to a place I know round the corner. Just one thing –  I hardly know anybody in this town but if we should meet anybody then you are my brothers son”

“Deal” said Harry -”uncle it is”

With that they left the room and walked 200m to the restaurant. As usual Jake sat with his back to the wall. He needed to have sight of all exits. As they sat Jake checked his mobile and the news of a missing judge had hit the news. For now he was just a missing judge!

Jake ordered a seafood platter for two and a bottle of white wine to go with it.

The food came and the boy gasped. “I have never seen such food” he said

Jake explained to the waiter that his nephew was over 18. The waiter poured a glass of the chardonnay for each and they tucked in the various fish offerings.   

“Tell me more about your children’s home,” said Jake.  He thought he might be able to deliver some justice.

“It was Gordon’s home” in Fleet, Hampshire”. Jake made a note to ask the colonel for details. It was clear the boy did not really want to talk about it.

They ate and ate. They could not clear the platter. After 90 minutes Jake paid the large bill and they left. 

“I could come back to your hotel again if you like?” asked Harry.

“Not tonight Harry. I am tired now and I need my rest. It’s been a long day. I will ring you again in a couple of weeks, I promise”

Harry did not want this to end.

“I did enjoy it” said Harry “I hope it was ok I called you Daddy?”

“Yes it was great, no problems. You are a sweet kid. Sex ought to be good for both sides. I hope I have taught you that this evening.”. 

Harry smiled and Jake smiled back.

With that Harry gave Jake a hug. Jake was not used to this show of affection in public. Jake smiled again and they parted. Jake went back to his hotel room. He wanted to study the news now for events of the judge’s disappearance.  If there was any possibility that he had forgotten something which would lead back to him  he wanted to know about it.

This was most unlikely. He never used roads with cameras, only B roads. He only ever used cash and had more than 20 disguises to diffuse his path. He used a different disguise on each leg of the journey home from St Ives and never went from A to B. He always took at least one silly detour on the underground to detect anybody following him.  After an hour of flicking around the news channels he turned the light off and fell deeply asleep.

As per normal Army life Jake woke early. By 7am he was showered and precisely his breakfast arrived. He preferred to eat on his private terrace overlooking the sea. He wondered if one day he should buy a flat overlooking the ocean.

By 8am he had devoured the meal and was out of the hotel. He drove the 5 km back up to his estate stopping only at a local Tesco to stock up on all sorts of food and supplies. By 9am he was back with the goods stored and looked forward to his day. 

He split his days into three parts. Firstly he used the mornings on physical exercise. He went for a 10 km run around the south downs and then an hour’s physical exercise on his home made outdoor training centre. It was more like a localised endurance course like the army used. He usually hopped into his jacuzzi and then had a light lunch. 

The afternoons would be spent on some work on the estate. It was 20 acres so there was always something to do. Keeping the weeds and grass down was a major headache. Sometimes he would go to the Quebec Barracks near Brighton for some target practice and to pick up supplies left by the Colonel. There was never any paper trail and they never met there. The only proof he had was his Army pass. They had given him the status of Colonel so that he had to take orders from a very few people only.

The evenings he would spend on reading. If he was the last resort for England it was important that he understood English politics. Therefore he read a good deal of online media and the standard papers.  He rarely listened to music  – instead he listened to news programmes.

He rarely went out. Most things he got delivered including the newspapers and food supplies. He never went to pubs and clubs and definitely never went to gay bars to pick up the boys. He was generally fairly hermetic. In most cases when he went out there was some form of disguise. He did know his fellow local farmers but only on a casual level. At present with his current job he could only reason this was the way it had to be.

The news of the judge had hit the BBC

“Judge missing – assumed drowned in St Ives harbour”

Of course that was just the official statement. Jake sent a message to the Colonel. 

“Request information on Gordon’s boy’s home in Fleet. Possible serial pedofile activity by masters”.

He expected there to go a few weeks before he got any form of response.

Two weeks went in this way. After a few days he began to get some physical form back in his body and he was feeling much younger and happier in himself. However he found himself thinking of Harry every day. This was most unlike him. He usually put such events out of his mind  but this boy had made an impression on him. Was he getting soft in his old age?

Sitting on his sofa one evening he simply could not resist messaging Harry. 

“Are you free tomorrow evening?”

If was Thursday now and the next day was Friday

“Yes”  came the message back within a minute

“Will pick you up at Brighton station at 6pm”

“OK see you” came the reply

Jake knew he was being reckless but his plan was to get some takeaway and then pick the boy up. He would ask the boy to lie face down on the back seat so as not to see where they were going. After that he would drive back to his estate. There they could be in peace for whatever they wanted to do.  Jake wanted to be a little more adventurous and the hotel room was a little restricting.

The next morning Jake found himself as happy as a little school boy and he told himself to calm down. He found himself with a hard-on just eating breakfast! He really was looking forward to seeing Harry. Not just for the sex but for Harry himself!  

“Get a grip man” he said to himself. He thought that some exercise would clear his erection.

At 5.15pm he left the house. It would take at least 30 minutes to drive into town and pick up the food. After that he had a few spare minutes to get to Brighton station.  He arrived at 16.55 and Harry was already waiting for him. Harry got into the front seat and leaned over to hug Jake.  

Jake explained he would like to go back to his place but that he was sensitive about the location and that Harry should hop over to the back seat and lay face down. Harry did as he was told.

Jake drove off. The smell of the Italian food was streaming through the car

“Smells nice” said Harry

It seemed that Harry trusted Jake completely. He asked no questions. Jake could just as easily have been kidnapping him and killing him. Jake would have to warn him of the dangers at some stage.

15 minutes later they arrived. The gates to the drive parted and Jake drove slowly up the cobbled drive. 

“Yes can get up now” said Jake

Harry got up and looked around him.

“Bloody hell” said Jake “its a palace”

“Not quite” said Jake “but it fits my purpose”

They went inside. Jake put the food in the oven and put it on a low heat to keep it warm. 

“Shall we get into the jacuzzi?” said Jake

“You have a jacuzzi?  Yes thats wild” said Harry

Jake led them out to the covered terrace where the jacuzzi, sofa group and outdoors tv was.

“Clothes off  young man, in you get”

Harry was not shy, he simply removed his clothes, put them on a chair and got in

He lay there with a big grin on his face.

Jake followed him quickly and they sat at opposite sides of the round pool grinning at each other.

“I was worried you were not going to ring” said Harry

“I told you I would, and I always keep my word” replied Jake

“I missed you” said Harry

“Me too” said Jake

Harry got up from his place opposite Jake and moved over to him. He sat in Jake’s lap and the two embraced like only two lovers can. Harry kissed Jake with a frenzy. Jake became hard quickly and Harry felt the hard cock pushing up towards to arse hole. 

They both smiled but Harry said “that it is not going to get up there unless it gets some lubrication. Can we go to your bedroom?”

“You are such a naughty boy” said Jake “but i love it”

With that Jake lifted Harry out of the pool and placed him on the side. Jake went straight down on his cock and buried his mouth on it  in one go. Harry lifted his head backwards and his cock disappeared inside Jake’s mouth.

Harry was quite audible. When he was having fun his moans and groans were very easy to hear. Five minutes later Jake was afraid he was about to bring the boy to a climax so he pulled off and led the boy out of the pool. 

“Let’s go upstairs,” said Jake.

As a naked pair and dripping wet they went to the first floor and the master bedroom.

Harry hopped onto the bed and laying there said 

“Come and make love to me uncle – fuck me – I need it now”

Jake laughed but followed Harry onto the bed.

“As I said, so naughty”

This time Harry went straight down to Jake’s hard cock. He wanted to taste it and feel it in the back of his mouth. Jake had to remind himself that Harry was just an escort giving him a service. Or was this something more?

Jake wanted to get the initiative back. He placed Harry on his back and pulled his legs up so his hole was exposed. Jake fed on the pink delight. Harry moaned and moaned. He could not stand it much more

“Uncle please be a nice uncle and fuck me now”

Jake leaned over to the draw and took out some lube, dropping it liberally on the pink hole.

Keeping the boy’s legs up he put his cock at the entrance. He pushed slowly and stopped after a centimetre. Jake could see Harry felt it but it was not pain. Jake continued to push and again waited whilst Harry adjusted. After a few seconds Jake pushed all the way in. Harry gasped feeling the full extent of the long hard cock.

Jake began his favoured slow and regular thrusting. Every time it thrust all the way in it made Jake’s mouth open as though his cock was about to exit through the mouth.

They both smiled at each other. They were both horny and needed to cum soon. Jake let the boy’s legs down and saw that the boy’s cock was hard and ousing pre-cum. Jake kept thrusting slowly but began to pull on the boy’s cock.

“If you keep doing that I am going to cum” said Harry

“That would be nice” said Jake

Harry got the message that it was what Jake wanted

A couple of minutes later Jake could feel Harry’s cock growing that last few percent. The semen began its journey up his penis. Harry screamed “im cumming, im cumming” and with that the cum shot into the air.

The scene was so horny this made Jake cum without delay. Jake thrust in just a little harder and squirted several times directly into Harry’s hole. They stayed that way for a couple of minutes before Jake went soft. The cum dripped out of Harry’s hole.

Jake lay down beside Harry and said “good to see you again”

Five minutes later they showered and went downstairs to eat

The sex had made them both hungry. They devoured the Italian food. Harry did not have alcohol since he thought he would have to drive the boy home again.

“You have a great place here” said Harry

“Yes I like it” said Jake

“You know there was no need to have me lie on the back seat – I am quite using to rambling these hills and I know exactly where we are”

Jake realised the truth of the matter – would he have to kill this boy?

Harry expected to be pushed out now but it did not happen. 

“Lets have some coffee and get back into the jacuzzi and see some football”

“Sounds great” said Harry

Jake only had some briefs on and he took them off and got back into the pool. Jake turned the TV on and they sat beside each other in the pool. Harry has his hand on Jake’s leg and Jake has his arms around Harry’s shoulders.

They watched the first 45 minutes but Harry got distracted as he worked his hand up to Jake’s cock which got hard immediately. 

“Can we do it again?” said Harry

“You really are a naughty boy” said Jake “But yes – get that arse up the stairs”

The bedside draw had not been closed and Harry noticed the “sex draw” with lube and some toys. Amongst them he noticed one or two dildos and in particular a remote controlled dildo used for control scenarios”

“You like?” said Jake

“Yes” said Harry “I guess I can be a little kinky with the right person I trust”

Harry pulled up the little electric remote controlled dildo and said “can I try that?”

Harry lay on his front. Jake got the lube and prepared Harry’s hole. He carefully inserted the dildo which was like an electric butt plug. Jake tested the buttons on the remote control. Harry jumped as the first shock passed through his hips.

“Too high” asked Jake

“No just perfect” said Harry

Jake smiled

They got under the bed clothes and engaged in a more relaxed foreplay. Jake wanted Harry’s cock and they arranged themselves in a 69 position. Every now and again Jake pressed the button and Harry moaned with pleasure.

“I need to fuck you again” said Jake. He took out the plug. He pushed Harry over to the little sofa group and pushed Jake to lay on his front over the back of the sofa. He raised one of Harry’s legs so that his legs were totally spread at almost 180 degrees. Jake pushed slowly into the hole. Harry was in heaven. For 30 minutes he fucked the boy. Eventually the effect on his prostate was so large this provoked an orgasm without even touching the boy’s cock.  Jake felt this and just as the boy came then he shot another load up the boy.

Harry had been there for 30 minutes and had lost the blood to his legs. Jake lifted him onto the bed and they lay there.

Jake looked at Harry

Without thinking what he was saying Harry said “Are you in love with me?”

Jake did not know what to answer but he knew he had feelings for this boy.

After a while they showered and went downstairs again.

They got coffee and sat down. 

“What now?” asked Harry “Can I stay here this evening?”

This was a step which Jake had to consider. Did he want another person entering his life?

“I have a very complex life,” said Jake. “I am away alot”

“Well maybe I can come and look after all this when you are away, I see there is a lot of grass and gardening which needs doing. I could think of some landscaping which would be very good as well”

Jake considered his options.

“OK” said Jake “you can stay this evening but I will take you home tomorrow. I would need to work out some details with some friends who drop by when I am away or you might get hurt. 

Harry gave Jake a big grin.

“Are you ready to fuck me again” said Harry

“Hold on tiger – I am sperm empty right now, lets just talk for a bit and get to know each other”

Jake said “I want to know more about you”

Harry began to tell about his life. His mother was a drug addict and died when he was very young. His father was unknown. He did not remember his mother. He had been in a string of foster homes and from about the age of 10 he was abused by a series of men and boys. He was not sure he was gay at the start but he certainly was now and he liked older men.  He used hill walking and rambling as a way of escaping from abuse.

“Why did the police never get involved?  said Jake

“I don’t know, I did report to the social worker but nothing ever happened”. 

“Do you know the names of those who abused you? said Jake

Harry reeled of  a list of names including the social worker.

Jake had more or less a photographic memory and would write them down when Harry had gone in the morning.

“What about you?” said Harry

“Well I work for the government. I was in the Army for 20 years and served abroad in various places”

“Cool” said Harry

“Now I do bits of admin work for them from time to time.  Very boring really”. Jake was not about to give any more information than this.

It was midnight now and they went upstairs. Jake said he could sleep with Jake or get his own room. 

“With you of course uncle” smiled Harry

Jake said “under no circumstances should you leave this room, the alarm will be on and all hell will be let loose unless I turn it off.  If you do need to leave then wake me”

“Yes sir” said Harry.

With that they got into bed naked and after some light petting they fell asleep in each other’s arms. This was a first for both of them.

Jake’s last thought was “Am I in love with this boy?”

They both slept soundly and woke at 7am. Harry put his hand straight onto Jake’s cock and said “I want to suck you off”

Jake did not resist and Harry disappeared under the bedclothes. Harry was good at sucking  and within 10 minutes he had Jake gasping. Jakes shot his load down Harry’s mouth. Harry swallowed the lot.

“Good morning” said Harry

“As I said, naughty”

They both got out of bed and showered again.

Jake said that Harry should make breakfast. Harry was not very good but Jake taught him the best tricks for a full English breakfast.

An hour later they had finished and Jake said he would drive Harry back to town.

“What about my offer of helping around here?” said Harry

“It’s an attractive idea but I need a couple of days to think about it. I promise I will let you know within a week”

Harry knew that Jake would keep his word. He was that type of person

They drove to town. Harry sat in the front seat.

Harry had his hand on Jake’s thigh all the way. It seemed he needed physical contact and Jake did not object.

Jake stopped by the station and Harry leaned over to give me a kiss directly on the lips.

“See you soon?” said Harry. It was a question.

When Jake got back he wrote down the name of Harry’s abusers and messaged them off  to the colonel

Jake realised he was probably in love with this boy. He wanted to be around him and was open to Harry being a part of this life. This has gone quickly. He had only seen the boy for less than a day in total! He guessed that’s what love was.

He rang Harry then next day

“Lets arrange something” Jake “I need to teach you how the house works and inform a couple of my ex Army guys who come by to check now and again”

“Wonderfull” said Harry

“And we need to agree wages” said Jake

“Of course” said Harry

“If you are available this weekend then you can stay here Friday and Saturday and go home again Sunday afternoon.”

“Yes yes yes” came the answer. “I will be there at 5pm Friday, by cycle”

Jake rang off.  Well that’s done it. Make your bed now live in it. However after a few minutes Jake was happy with this progression of events. He could not deny he was hard again!

Harry arrived at 6pm Friday and jumped into Harry’s arms as they met. Harry was contact seeking and very loving. 

They went inside and Jake said “Down to work there is a lot to learn”

“Oh can’t we go and make love first?” said Harry

“Plenty of time later you little sex maniac” said Jake

They got to it. Jake walked them around the property and pointed out the security alarms and lighting system. He showed Harry how to turn the multiple alarms on and off. Jake showed him the gardening equipment and how to use the various tools. Harry was a quick learner.

After a couple of hours they were done. Jake said he had invited his two army friends for 8pm. They turned up and they tucked into steaks from the grill. He said that Dave and Chaz lived quite close by – they were a gay couple –  and could be here within 30 minutes in most cases.

They left by 10pm. Jake and Harry were alone.

Jake was horny. Let’s go upstairs.

“Is that an order uncle?” said Harry

“No its a suggestion , you have free will here”

Harry laughed and said that he wanted to try that electric butt plug again.

Jake pulled off Harry’s clothes and pushed him back onto the bed. Jake was horny. However he was gentle sexually by nature and he wanted to make love to this boy. Harry moved onto Jake’s chest and kissed him deeply. They kissed like any pair in love. Eventually Harry reached over to the draw and retrieved the lube which he applied to his hole. Harry then simply sat on Jake’s rock hard cock and within a few seconds it was all the way in. 

Harry said “it’s for you only, uncle. My hole is for you alone!”

Harry bobbed up and down like he was on a rollercoaster. Jake held Harry’s straight cock and gently massaged the precum out of the tip.

They both knew this could only last a few minutes.  Jake felt his cum rising. Harry felt Jake’s cock growing and this prompted the semen to rise up. Harry arched his head back and spewed his sperm vertically upwards at the same time as Jake spewed into Harry’s tight arse.

They both had their eyes closed whilst their orgasam’s took them over. Only a minute later did Harry fall down beside Jake with semen dripping out of his arse. They stayed in that position not wanting the moment to end. Only 30 minutes later did Jake pull Harry out of bed and into the shower.

They slept as spoons for 9 hours.

The next morning they woke at 7am and Jake told Harry he had to get fitter. They went for a 5km run and an hour of physical training. This challenged Harry but he saw the sense of it.

An hour later they were both in the jacuzzi and then had breakfast.

“What now?” asked Harry

“Well I want you to show me how you are going to use the gardening equipment and look after the house. I will just follow you around and help you out when you are in doubt”

“OK, but can I wear that butt plug so you can correct me?”

Jack grinned from ear to ear – “of course you naughty boy”

Harry ran upstairs and put the plug in. He ran back and handed the remote to Jake.

So out  they went.  He cut the grass, trimmed some bushes. Cleared old leaves, checked mouse traps, suggested some changes for paths and demonstrated the alarm systems. Jake was satisfied. Harry was only 18 so he could not expect major structural changes.

Jake gave him a zap on the remote every few minutes and Harry was almost permanently hard and expectant waiting for the next one!

Jake got Harry to take the plug out. “If you have that in all the time your hole will become too loose and fucking you wont be so much fun” said Jake.

Harry removed it at once!

Saturday afternoon Jake had planned an afternoon ramble of 20Km. Harry loved the idea. 

They got back at 6pm and fell into the shower and jacuzzi. Jake asked Harry to put two steaks onto the grill whilst he made some side salads.

They sat down to a full blown steak and a bottle of good wine.

“We have not discussed wages” said Jake “Have you any suggestions?”

“Well I usually take 50 pounds per hour.  It is fairly basic work and the old dears I work for cannot afford much more. I think I could find work here for one day a week which is about 300 pounds per day”

“Sounds good to me” said Jake

“And of course I will still pay for your escort services” suggested Jake

“Well I was wondering about that. If you are going to pay for my gardening services then I will have enough money and I thought maybe we were past the stage of client and escort and into uncle and nephew”

Jake was surprised.

“I thought actually you might consider letting me stay here in the annex – officially and then we can have sex whenever you want . No charge of course!”. My bedsit in Brighton costs a fortune. I could be your assistant here?

“I love you uncle – can I stay here with you?” said Harry

There was silence – Jake was shocked but not in a bad way. Could this boy actually be in love with him? There was a 25 year age gap!

That’s a big step to take Harry, for both of us!

They retired to the lounge and Jake flipped on the TV to see the cricket.

Harry snuggled close into Harry on the sofa. They watched the cricket in silence. Jake fiddled with Harry’s nipple whilst Harry’s hand lay on Jake’s thigh.

At 11pm after they had both been asleep Jake pulled the boy off the sofa and lifted him up the stairs to his bed. They slept soundly.

It was Sunday morning. Once again Jake required that  they go out running and do the exercise course. Harry was stiff from the day before. After breakfast Jake said they should walk the beach for 10 miles to gain calf strength.

They ate a light lunch at a beachside cafe which tasted just great.

When they arrived home Jake had come to a decision.

“Yes” he said “I would like you to come and live with me”

Harry rushed into Jake’s arms and kissed him deeply.

“Thanks uncle, it’s going to be awesome”

Harry said “lets agree a few rules “

“Firstly you may not bring anybody else here. 

We will go out running each morning at 7am. No exceptions. 

No more escorting.

You will officially live in the annex and to others you are my nephew.

You must be honest with me. 

If you don’t want sex then always say so. It must be free will for us both.

And lastly no wanking alone – if you want to cum then I want to be involved”

The last part made Harry smile. “Yes uncle, can we make love now, I need to cum?”

Harry had not referred to sex but “make love” 

Finally Jake admitted it – “Naughty boy – but I love you Harry”. 

He said “get into the jacuzzi”. That afternoon Harry got his arse fucked bending over the edge of the pool and then Jake sucked him off  whilst his legs dangeled in the waters edge.

There would be many days of helping Harry get his new gardening job up and running and gradually telling Harry about Jake’s profession. Jake realised he would need to instruct Harry on basic self defense should they be the center of an attack one day.

Jake had a family and Harry had a father at last!

They were both at peace and looked forward to their new life.

Part 2: Living

Harry moved in properly a few days later. He only rented his one room flat for a week at a time and Jake paid it off for him.

Harry moved into the annex officially and Jake helped him get some adverts running for casual gardening. To start with he would focus on small jobs for older people. The professional gardeners could not be bothered with the smaller jobs and this gave him a way into the business. In time he hoped this would grow by word of mouth. It was a good plan.

Jake even bought him a little van to help Harry get around the Brighton and South Downs area.

Harry went out each morning after their run and some breakfast. Within a couple of weeks he had enough customers to keep him going for at least 5 hours per day. Things were going well.

Jake started to talk to Harry about getting some formal agricultural education.  Harry was beginning to think he was more interested in trees and being a forester. Jake was not going to hurry him . He had been through so much in recent years. 

By 5pm Harry would be home and they made an evening meal together. They did not go out in general but on Wednesday Chaz and Dave came over at 6pm. They usually had a steak and got into the jacuzzi and then watched some football over a couple of beers. 

Chaz and Dave were gay and they knew about Jake and Harry.  Chaz said he was glad that Jake had finally found somebody to take care of.  

Getting naked together and being in the jacuzzi often turned to sex but they never swapped partners. They were happy with the love they had found.

Chaz and Dave had been in the army with Jake but they never talked about their experiences to Harry. Harry worked out it was best not to ask – not yet anyway. In fact Chaz and Dave ran a private security agency giving help to individuals such as actors, singers and sports people. 

They all exchanged telephone numbers and Dave explained that since Jake was away at various times then Harry could always call them if he needed help or just somebody to talk to.

The sex between Jake and Harry was good. Harry slept with Jake always but kept his clothes in the annex in case they had any visitors. They never used the larger dildos in Jake’s draw but now and again they had fun with the small electric but plug. Especially when they went out walking on the hills!

Jake was a  tender lover. He listened to the boy’s needs. Harry needed to be loved and wanted love in a way he had never had from any parent. He was a sexy boy and loved Jake’s attention on the whole of his body. Most of all Harry liked to be on his side in a spoon with Jake and feeling Jake’s stiff cock gliding in and out of his arse. Harry purred like a cat. Jake had great control and could keep that going for well over 30 minutes. He would gently stroke on Harry’s stiff cock and edge him close to an orgasm and then back from the brink.

Eventually Harry could take no more

“Please sweet uncle  – let me cum now, I need to cum and i need your cum inside me”

Jake just said “here it comes lover boy”

Both Jake and Harry went over the edge within 30 seconds. They stayed in that position for 10 minutes and even after Jake had gotten soft.

“I love you uncle” said Harry

“I love you too,” said Jake.

After a quick shower they would fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Two weeks later one afternoon whilst Harry was still at work Jake’s phone rang. It was the Colonel via Whatsapp.  Whatsapp was encrypted and they only ever spoke. Nothing was ever written down.

“Hello Jake” said the Colonel – in fact he called himself Jim.

“We have a problem which needs your skills” said Jim

“Yes” said Jake

“In Liverpool there has been a string of missing young boys. Anything from 10 to 18 years old. It’s up to 10 now and even though boys go missing from large towns all the time and travel to London this is well over the national average and none of them have been found. More than this one of them has been seen on a “snuff” video. This was the type of video on which the victim was tortured and killed before  a camera.”

“One boy managed to get free of his attacker even though he had been drugged and we managed to trace the DNA.”

“Go on” said Jake

“Well we got a partial DNA match. Not a full match. They do this by matching the junk DNA.”

“So go and interview the person?” suggested Jake

“Not that simple” said Jim  “the match we got was  the Head of the MET police in London”

“Ahhh” said Jake

Jim continued   “It turns out that he has a brother. The head of MI5 asked me to personally investigate. We talked to him at  the MET and I was authorised to gently check the matter out. I am afraid the signs are not good and we want you to investigate”

“Just investigate?” asked Jake

“For now, yes. If you find conclusive evidence then we will have to make a decision. If he is killing these boys then we have to act quickly to prevent any more deaths.”

Jim sighed “If it turns out to be the brother of the MET commissioner it would of course ruin his career. More than that it would totally break any confidence in the police force.”

“Who knows of this this?” asked Jake

“You, me , Peter West  who is the MET boss and Nigel Green who is head of MI5.”

Jake said “if it does turn out to be West’s brother do we terminate in the usual fashion?”

“Yes , that has already been confirmed but we do need proof. So the job is to firstly enter the property and search for confirmation. If true there will be cameras, bondage and torture equipment and most likely snuff films.  Document what you find and destroy it. Also,  West must just disappear.”

Jake was well aware what this meant. There were several ways to do this. He could bury the target either in the ground or at sea. Doing it at sea was way more complex since it needed a boat and a way to get away. In the ground meant digging at least two meters so sniffer dogs could not get the scent. The body could also  be left in place either as a murder or an accident.

Jim continued “I suspect that he is killing the boys at his farm. He does some light farming and makes pottery and he also has a boat in the nearby harbour. I think he burns the bodies in the kiln and then either spreads the bones over the farm or  takes them out on his boat. Bones will burn at 1200 degrees so a kiln will do the job. “

“Well then” said Jake “it seems he could go the same way as he treats his victims”

“One thing,” said Jake, “is the commissioner able to accept that we kill his brother?”

“Yes I have examined that in detail with him. Such an evil man cannot go through a trial. It would crucify the government”

“I will leave in the next couple of days” said Jake

Jake’s mind went into overdrive. He examined the location. He was on the edge of Caernarfon near Bangor. A good cover would be a climber since they were close to Mount Snowdon. It was important to blend in. He would travel with several disguises but no weapons. He was perfectly skilled at killing with his bare hands or with items he found on scene.

He checked the train timetables. He could get from Euston to Crew and then Bangor. From there he could get a bus along the A487 to Caernarfon. From London he could be there in about 4 to 5 hours. He would leave the day after tomorrow.

Harry came home at about 5pm. He was usual bouncy self. Jake greeted him with a hug and after giving him a cup of tea sat Harry down. 

“I have to go away for a few days” said Jake

“Can I come?” ask Harry

“No, it’s work. Harry, you know my work  is sensitive and I cannot tell you about it. In fact it better you don’t know – not yet anyway”

“Some sort of spy stuff” grinned Harry

“No much more boring” lied Jake

“Harry – I want to make sure you are ok when I am away. Is it ok Chaz and Dave look into him Wednesday as usual. I would make me feel happier”

“Ok course” said Harry. He liked the two guys. He treated them as good friends now.

10 minutes later they were in the jacuzzi and 30 minutes later they were on the bed in Jake’s bedroom. They had totally unreserved sex. They were in a frenzy as if they would be apart forever.  Harry sucked on Jake’s cock as if it were the last time and then sat on it. He carved Jake’s cock in his arse. Harry bobbed up and down for 30 minutes before Jake came deep inside him. They got into the shower and Jake sucked him dry. After a salmon steak and a look at the test match at Lords then fell asleep on the sofa. Jake carried Harry upstairs and they slept soundly for 8 hours.

The next day Jake prepared himself. It was Wednesday and Chaz and Dave came round as usual at 6pm. Jake explained the situation and Dave said they would look in on Wednesday but maybe it was a good idea Harry just rang them once a day. Harry promised to ring every evening when he got back from work.

Jake could not say how long he would be away but it was probably not over 10 days. He had to do some degree of watching and planning but it was a remote area and he could not just hang around. He had to look like a hill rambler.

Jake expressed his thanks. They had the usual steak and some good sex by the jacuzzi that evening.  It was good consensual sex. 

The next morning at 8pm Jake drove off and parked at Brighton station and got the train to London. After that he added a beard to his disguise and got on the train at Euston to Crewe. At Crewe he changed to a moustache and removed the beard. Arriving at Bangor he put the beard back on and got on the bus. He was there by 3pm.  He approached the farm from the rear and stayed over 500 metres away setting up a watch using his army issued digital binoculars and under heavy natural cover.

He watched Andrew West moving around the farm. By 10pm he saw no further movement and he moved closer.  He placed a GPS bug on his car. This would help him know when West had gone out, where he was and how long he had to look around the house.

It was two days before West used his car.  At 9am he tracked movement of the car and he tracked it to Bangor. It was parked in the harbour and Jake assumed he had gone to his boat. If the car moved he had 30 minutes to get clear. If he was out on his boat he had several hours. 30 minutes would be ample time to gain evidence.

Ten minutes later Jake was at the farm. He picked the lock on the front door and entered the farm. It was a mess. A typical dirty bachelor’s place. After  a few minutes he located a door to a cellar and here was what he was searching for. It was a sex room. Two cages and an automatic dildo machine.  Knives and ropes and whips. All tools for bondage. There was lighting and cameras. In a metal drawer he found several films in the forms of DVD’s. He put one in his own mini PC and confirmed it was indeed a snuff film. He was disgusted – the boy was only about 12.

Next he went out to  find the kiln. Here he took a sample of the ashes into a small plastic container. He found some small fragments of bone which could not be pottery. 

Jake knew he had to act fast before this man struck again. Jake left the farm and reported back to the Colonel. 

The answer came back  – “terminate with extreme prejudice ASAP”

Jake wanted a day or two to  plan his exit properly.  The best answer was to leave the farm using West’s own car and leave it in Bangor harbour. If he was to go missing then the car should not be at home. From Bangor he could get the train directly back to Crewe and then Euston. Timing was everything. 

Three days later and he was ready. West was a large man and it was preferable not to get into a man to man fight. A gun would be the easiest weapon but Jake did not bring one.

He just needed West to leave the farm for 30 minutes. He had to go shopping at some stage so he had only to monitor the GPS and wait.

2 days later West left the farm at 5pm. The car moved away and stopped in Caernarfon. At the least he had was 15 minutes to set the trap.

He rigged up a cable from a power switch to the front door handle and waited.

West came back 30 minutes later. He put the key in the lock and grabbed the door handle. Jake flicked the power switch and West was arched into an electric shock form which he could not let go. West fell backwards. Jake turned off the power and jumped to open the door. He checked West’s pulse. There was none. Just to be sure he twisted his neck. Now he was truly dead forever.

Jake calmly removed the cable. He moved West inside and through the side door to the kiln. He turned on the kiln to full power and slid the body into its length. It was an industrial size kiln but even so there was not much space.  He would not turn it on until dusk since he wanted to make sure the smoke did not attract any attention.

By 6pm the kiln was at full power and the process had begun. It had read that a body at 1200 degrees would take over an hour to be burned. He now had time to go through the house. Any other films he could put into the kiln along with the camera and papers and porn magazines and whips. Anything he dismantled to make it look simply like metal parts. This would be distributed around the farm. 

He was finished three hours later.  He turned off the kiln. It would need to cool down. It was time for some sleep.  He awoke at 5am. He placed all the ashes he could find into some tin foil. They were still a bit warm.  This he placed into a black bin bag and then his rucksack.  The contents of his rucksack were now in another bin bag in which he would dispose of on the way in various locations. At 6pm he left in West’s car. He made sure his disguise matched West’s approximate look and he avoided any road cameras.

He dropped the car in the harbour and walked the short way to the train station.  Buying a ticket only to Crewe he boarded the train at 6.46. He had timed it well so he did not hang around too long on the platform.

He left the train at Crewe. He went into the toilets and flushed away the ashes and changed his disguise. Now he bought another ticket in cash to Euston station in London.

He filled his rucksack back with his things and sat back on the train to London.

Arriving in London he went straight to a hotel . Here he changed disguise once more and waited until nightfall came. He got on the 9pm train out of Victoria to Brighton. As he passed Gatwick he messaged Harry and Chaz. 

“Back in an hour, all is well”

At 10pm he rolled up the drive to his farm. It was a warm evening and Harry was standing at the door in just a pair of shorts.  He ran to Jake like a little puppy dog. 

“Great to see you Harry” said Jake

Harry was visibly excited. Like a tent pole at the front to be exact

“Looks like we have to do something about that “ smiled Jake

Jake went in and snatched a beer and sat down on the sofa with Harry. After the stress he did need a few moments to gather himself.

“Maybe one day you will tell me what you do?”  said Harry

“One day” said Jake

With that Jake pushed him back onto the sofa and quite simply made love to his nephew. Harry’s arse had got tight. It was noticeable but it only gave them extra pleasure. Jake was visibly tired and Harry did most of the work that night. He bobbed up and down on Jake’s cock for ages and ages. Jake was not about to complain! He was being attended to by an 18 year old blonde who loved him. “What’s not to like?” he thought.

Jake had been away for 8 days and Harry had a lot of cum to give.  He had kept to the rules – no wanking. Harry came three times that night. 

They both slept well. Harry did not want to let go of Jake.

News of the missing farmer only made the local newspaper two weeks later. There was never any connection to the commissioner. His keys were found in the ignition of the car in the harbour. He was assumed drowned after a night of drinking. Of course his body was never found! The local police were quietly told not to try too hard to solve the case. 

The simplest solutions were often the best.  Case closed.

Part 3: Relaxation

In the next couple of days Jake realized that Harry had been alone for a few days and he wanted to give him a treat.  Thursday morning he said “lets go away for the weekend”

“Where?” replied Harry

“I thought we could visit Weymouth, it’s only a couple of hours drive on the south coast, a nice seaside town and a wonderful place called Portland. Portland is an island jutting off Weymouth and joined by a 3 km long beach called Chesil Beach.  I have long wanted to explore it. It’s not so big and we could walk round the whole thing in a day”

Harry was visibly excited

“Great idea”

That evening after eating they sat on the sofa relaxing and watching sport. Harry nusselled into Jake and Jake held him tight. After a while one of Jake’s hands roamed down into Harry’s shorts and cupped his now stiff cock. There was no hurry – Jake slowly massaged the stiff cock.  After an hour and at least 5 times in which Harry had nearly cum he said 

“Will you let me cum soon?”

Jake laughed and nodded “of course – any time you want, just take your shorts off so as not to get them messy”

Harry slipped his shorts down to reveal his stiff cock bobbing up in the air

Jake returned his attention with one hand on Harry’s cock and the other he used to turn Harry’s mouth to his mouth.

60 seconds later Harry arched his back and sperm shot at least a metre into the air and landed on the floor in front of him.

They both laughed.  

“Thats what happen when you edge me” said Harry

They went to bed and slept soundly.

The next morning after their run Harry went off to work and agreed to be back by about 2pm so they could drive off to Weymouth.

They arrived by 5pm and checked into the Carlton Hotel right on the beach front. Jake had managed to get a fourth floor suite overlooking the beach.  They dumped their bags and went out for a walk on the front. Half an hour later they stopped at a bar. Jake had a beer and Harry a Cola. He did not always like alcohol. 

At 7pm they were sitting in a fantastic sea food restaurant tucking into a wonderful array of fresh fish. By 9pm they were done.

“Shall we go to a club or pub?” said Jake

“Can we just go back to the room and have some fun there?”

Jake nodded. Up they got and a few minutes later they were in the shower putting soap over each other’s bodies.  Harry turned his back to Jake and pushed back up against his hard cock. Harry wanted Jake inside him now but Jake wanted to take things slower tonight. 

“You are such a naughty boy,” smiled Jake.  “Tonight I want this to be slow”

Jake pulled Jake into the bed all wet – no towels.

Jake went down into his bag and pulled out the baby oil. He poured into Harry’s chest. Harry knew he was going to be pampered tonight.  He closed his eyes and let it all happen. Jake massaged just about every bit of his body. It was sexual and sensual. Eventually Jake pushed Harry’s legs up in the air and back over his own ears and held them on the bed. Jake moved his tongue to the boy’s wide open and vulnerable hole. Harry simply groaned 

“It all yours Daddy”

Jake gave it the treatment it deserved. 15 minutes later Jake removed his tongue and placed his cock at the entrance. He relaxed his grip on the boy’s legs so he could get some blood back and then he pressed forward. First an inch and then two inches and then the full 10 inches.

“Oh Daddy – that’s so good” said Harry

It nearly made Jake cum then and there but he held it back

Jake let the boy’s legs down. He turned Harry on to his chest and pushed his legs wide apart to make the pink hole visible.  He placed a pillow under the boy’s stomach. Jake reentered and this time he was able to get really deep.  Harry pushed his hips back and forward in an effort to get it deeper. Jake must have given him 200 slow strokes. 

“Daddy I cannot hold it back – i need to cum”

“Go for it lover” said Jake

“Harry moaned for a final time. His body stiffened. Jake’s cock grew that last few percent and that took Harry over the top. They both came at the same time Jake lay on top of him whilst his cock went limp. Eventually he lay on his side holding Harry tight. 

“I hope this never ends” said Harry

“I love you Daddy”

The next morning they ate in the hotel restaurant and were out by 9am. They drove from Weymouth and over Chesil Beach to the start of Portland Island and parked the car at the top of the first hill at the Chesil Lookout. From there the whole of Weymouth could be seen. It used to be a naval centre and where the WW2 famous bouncing bomb was tested by Barnes Wallace.

They had a rucksack with some water and sandwiches. Jake did however hope to find a decent cafe where they could get a meal.  After 3 hours they had roamed their way to Portland Bill.  It was desolate but there was a nice cafe where they had tea  and a good lunch of pie and baked potatoes. Basic English food.

By 1pm they were on their way on the East of Portland Island following the southwell road. They stopped often and the route was both exciting and exhausting.  By 5pm they reached the car. 

They had some very good discussions on their route. They had never spent so much time together and it was good for both of them. In particular Jake was concerned that Harry built a future for himself and that he actually got out some more and met friends of his own age. 

They had agreed to go to a gym twice a week and that Jake would find him a self defense class he could attend. They also discussed Harray’s idea of being a forester. Jake said this would probably involve him in doing some studying. Harry was actually quite intellectual and it was only that children’s home which had held him back in the past. Jake would investigate it when they returned.

Now driving the 10 minutes back across Chesil beach they were in peaceful silence. They were tired.  They reached their room and got right into the shower. Jake then flipped the TV on and snatched a beer for each of them. They sat on the sofa watching the evening sun going down and listening to the news. 

Jake looked over to Harry 

“Thank you Harry – thank you for making me more human”

Harry moved over to Jake and kissed him deeply.  Harry did not say it but he could feel he was getting through the deep hard protective screen of Uncle Jake!

Jake wanted the boy and Harry wanted Jake. Jake wanted to suck the boy off  – right now.

 “Lean back and think of England” said Jake

Harry let it all happen.Harry parted his legs and Jake gave his full attention to the boy’s now stiff cock. Ten minutes later Jake had swallowed the lot. 

“Lets go and eat” said Jake

Harry had sort of assumed he was going to get fucked there and then. Jake saw his disappointment

“Dont worry  – I promise to fuck you after we have eaten”

Harry knew Jake was as good as his word.

“Ok – but I want to wear the butt plug this evening”

Harry fetched it from the bag and motioned to Jake to put it in. Harry gave Jake the remote.

Jake gave it a little test – Harry jumped as his prostrate was activated.

A few minutes later they were on their way down the stairs looking for a good place to eat.. Jake had spotted a good Italian yesterday and he fancied spaghetti for a change. As they reached the last step Jake gave the remote a push. Harry half jumped but turned round and smiled.

They ate well. The restaurant was a genuine Italian style. They shared a good bottle of red wine and ate delicate spaghetti. The place was full and noisy. Harry pushed the remote occasionally. Harry loved it.They had to be careful that nobody noticed the remote was connected to Harry’s bodily jerks. They both noticed the two very feminine waiters. Obviously gay they agreed. They wondered if this place was actually frequented by the local gay community.  Looking around there were actually quite a few young male pairs. It was possible. 90 minutes later they were on their way back to the hotel. 

Back in the hotel Jake took Harry’s face in his hands and asked him “Does my little sexy nephew want to have sex now?”

“Yes please – I want you to make love to me uncle”

Jake did just that. He removed the boy’s clothes and the butt plug. He  was gentle and then rough and demanding. Jake tried to think of a new position every time. This time he lay Harry on his back with his head pointing out of the bed. Jake put his cock into Harry’s mouth. He lifted Harry’s legs up and backwards until Harry’s hole was available.  So whilst Jake’s cock was deep in Harry’s mouth then Jake was inside Harry’s hole with his tongue. A few minutes later he let the boys legs down so he could get some blood back into them.  Now Harry pushed Jake back onto the bed and almost in one go sat on Jake’s hard cock. 

Harry liked nothing more than to bob up and down on Jake’s cock.  It also gave Jake easy access to Harry’s cock. In no time at all they both felt the sexual build up of day being together  and they came at the same time.  Harry’s sperm flew up into the air and then back down on Jake’s chest. Harry collapsed by the side of Jake. They stayed there and gave each other small kisses every few seconds.

Only after 30 minutes did Harry take Jake by the hand. He soaped Jake down in the shower and removed the now dried sperm.

Jake made some coffee and they sat on the terrace long into the evening talking about the future.

The next morning they went down to breakfast and then went out into the town and the harbour.  After this they left. Jake wanted to show Harry the South Downs National park above Worthing and the New forest national park  just east of Bournemouth. There were several national parks in the area and Jake thought there was a good chance of Harry getting an apprenticeship. It was after all government owned and controlled. Jake would get in touch with the Colonel to pull a few strings!

As they got back it was getting dark. Jake noticed that he was getting an alarm for motion detection on his watch. There had been a deer given this alarm before, on several occasions, before but this time he saw it was at least two men on the video with what looked like some weapons. 

He parked at the end of the drive. He told Harry to stay in the car and ring Chaz. Jake jumped into the undergrowth leading up the side of the drive and made his way towards the house. Jake was prepared for this. He stopped half way at a hidden metal box and pulled out a hand gun with a silencer.  He quietly made his way to the house and saw two men trying to get into the triple panzer glass terrace door. 

They were large Africans both holding crowbars and large machete blades. One of them turned round and screamed at Jake and  started the 15 metres journey to attack him. Without thought Jake shot him in the head before he got even half way.. The second man went wild and tried the same futile journey. Jake shot him dead as well. It seemed there were no more than two of them. Jake began to move the bodies away from the terrace and into the undergrowth.   He rang to Harry and told him that when Chaz arrived they could come up the drive.

Harry was in a bit of a panic. Jake showed them the bodies and Harry saw they had been shot and the gun in Jake’s hand. 

Jake went over to hold Harry

“It’s all over now. They were just opportunists, migrants off the boats  – probably not engineers or doctors!”

Chaz checked their phones. 

“They are turned off so it won’t have registered their location here. We can just dump them. I think I saw their car in a layby back down the road”

Chaz went to get their car and brought it up the drive. “I will dump them somewhere in the Kent Downs National park. That should be far enough away. It would look like a gang killing. 

He put the bodies into the boot and drove off with them. 

Jake and Harry went into the house. Jake looked at Harry and said  “I guess it’s time I told you a few things”.

“That would be nice” said Harry

Jake sat him down on the sofa and told all. Harry’s chin hit the ground after a couple of minutes and stayed there. After 30 minutes his first comment was “Can you kill the masters in the children’s home for me? – I mean you are James Bond for Christ’s sake!”

Jake went over to hold Harry. 

“I did not realise you still wanted to take action on that one. Let’s just take a step back and think about all this. Planning is always essential! It’s easy to kill, the difficult part is getting away with it.”

“Can we get into the jacuzzi ?  I just need you to hold me tight Daddy”

Jake offered his hand, they stripped off and got into the pool. Jake held him tight!

Part 4:  The Last Part

If you have got this far then you are to be congratulated.  However all stories have to end and it is fitting I give this a proper ending. I always hate stories which have no ending. So read on the last little bit for a very short ending.

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Harry and Jake settled down to their life. Harry went to self defense classes and became an expert. They went running every day and the gym twice a week. Harry went to classes in forestry and got the job as an apprentice in the South Downs Forestry Commission.  Harry even took up golf!  They lived well. 

Jake carried on his security life and in the next 5 years “disappeared” over 40 pedofiles and drug dealers. The media began to get wind of past events and termed him “The ArchAngel Gabriel”   Harry realised he had to reduce his activities. He was very wealthy and wanted for nothing. 

Jake convinced Harry  that they should let the police follow up on the children’s home. Jake did not want Harry’s conscience to be burdened with any killings.  Within a few weeks it was reported in the news that 4 people had been arrested.  Harry was satisfied.

Harry and Jake got married in a common civil ceremony with Chaz and Dave. There were no witnesses. Jake was now 50 and Harry 25.  Jake ensured the full amount of his wealth went to Harry when he died. After a total of 50 hits in the UK he had received more than 10 million tax free. 

Harry, Jake, Chaz and Dave bought a large estate near Lands End in which they spent many happy days. They grew old together. Of course as is inevitable they knew that Harry would outlive them all however their love held strong and their spiritual connection held good.

As Jake grew older he became less virile. He encouraged Harry to take a more active role in bed although penetration became less important for them than a love of life. In time Harry accepted this role and it worked well for them.

Jake still encouraged Harry to meet with men his own age or younger.  Jake knew the day would come one day when he was no longer around  and wanted Harry to make a happy and easy transition.  Jake and his lawyer pointed out that full tax free inheritance rights were always given to a married partner hence it would be a good idea for Harry to remarry in the event of Jake’s death. A younger man would be a good idea.  Harry found this difficult to contemplate now but in his heart he knew the day would come at some stage. He promised Jake that he would indeed find a younger man when the time came. Just like Jake, Harry would in time keep his promise.

Harry and Jake did indeed manage another 25 happy years together! 

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Recap

Previously.

This is the third and concluding story. The first two stories where Civic Experiment and the Sampsons Slavery Laws. There will be ten chapters like Civic Experiment and The Sampsons Slavery Laws. The following is a brief recap of the story so far.

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Story One – Civic Experiment

Tyler and Zac two best friends from childhood went travelling together around Australia. They ran out of money, returned to USA and ended up broke. They were living in a van outside the back of a hostel when the story begins looking for ways to make money.

Zac’s parents were killed in a car accident when he was younger and this made their bond bigger. As friends they were inseparable. They looked after each other growing up, best friends but more like brothers.

It was Tyler who discovered an online ad looking for volunteers. It pays really well with free accommodation. They had nothing to lose and needed the money. The spent the last of their money on suits and went to the interview.

The interview was to participate in a social experiment called the Civic Experiment. The interview was conducted by Dr Tanner Sampson. The interview was short and Zac and Tyler though they blew it until they got the call, the gig was theirs. It wasn’t what they expected. They begun with a strip fight which Zac won.

This made Zac the Master and Tyler the slave. To earn money Zac needed to humiliate his friend by either following orders on an iPad or creating his own humiliating tasks. They were both shocked but intrigued by the amount of money they could make.

Zac started off slowly. Trying to build up the money, but as the days bled into weeks, Zac started to lose control of himself. He shaved Tylers hair, which he loved. The humiliation got worse and worse. Little did they know they weren’t the only people participating.

Max

Max broke free from prison after a prison truck accidently drove into it. He was picked up by Dr Tanner Sampson and his friend Jordan. They promised to protect Max if in return he will become their slave and live on their plantation.

Max agreed not wanting to return to prison. His story shows the connection between Jordan and Max and just how hideous they can be. Max’s prison bully Owen got released. It was revealed he is the cousin of Dr Sampson. When Owen arrives, he punishes Max brutally.

Live on the plantation is hard for Max but his bond with Jordan, Tanners now husband grows throughout. Jordan allows Max some luxuries while Dr Tanner Sampson is away.

Max was brought to parties with Zac and Tyler and other members of the Civic Experiment. There were 4 other pairs of Masters and slaves. Here we begin to see there is more going on then it seems. To Zac’s horror he recognises Max.

Max was sent to prison for driving a car drunk that was involved in a car accident killing two people, Zacs parents. It is not revealed until later that Max was innocent and framed by his boyfriend Todd. Zac though is hellbent on revenge on Max.

At the first annual slavery games the slaves compete with Max in games of humiliation. In the end Max wins as the slave and Zac wins as the Master. He is given one a choice. He can release Tyler and take the money or switch Tyler for Max as his slave. He betrays Tyler.

Zac eventually finds out Max was innocent and they help each other to hunt down Max’s Ex boyfriend Todd, the person who killed Zacs parents and have him enslaved. Tyler is drugged to drive and drives a truck into the town hall.

This causes riots. Dr Sampson using evidence from the Civic Experiment convinces people to introduce slavery back to the world. They call them the Sampson Slavery Laws. During all the commotion Jordan helps Max escape.   

Story Two – The Sampson Slavery Laws

The world has changed slavery is wide spread. Tyler is on Tanner’s plantation with Jordan. His humiliation continues. Zac has stayed in town and is living the life of luxury. He hangs out with Owen, Tanner’s cousin and humiliates slaves.

Rob

Rob is a backpacker from Ireland who is hanging out with three English friends. Joe, Pat and Carl. At the beginning he humiliates Carl pissing off the trio. They decide to get revenge on Rob and trick him into humiliation.

Robs humiliation is very public as public humiliation is now rampant throughout the country. There is talk of the Kingdom and Canada. The two places that are free from slavery.

The Kingdom is the only state that refused slavery and is hidden behind walls. The prince of the kingdom is Felix who helped Tanner create the drugs that so easily enslaves people. Tanner is in love with Felix and wants to enslave him.

With the help of Jordan and Troye a new character, Tyler rescues Rob and Todd, Zacs slave and they make their way to the Kingdom. Max reappears to help them across the border. The gate open and they enter the Kingdom and meet Prince Felix and the King.

This was all part of Tanners plan. He drugged Rob the same way he drugged Tyler. Once inside Rob meets the king under the influence of the drug and he himself drugs the king lowering the walls. Owens army takes the Kingdom.

Tyler, Max and Jordan escape. Tanner believes his husband has been taken by the two slaves. They allow Tanner to believe that Jordan is kidnapped. Allowing the Kingdom to fall was all part of the plan. Tyler and Prince Felix have a plan to start a slave rebellion. And now the conclusion.  

Slave Rebellion

Chapter One

Tyler

Tyler, Jordan and Max have spent the time since their escape from the Kingdom at a safe house provided by Dr Phillips. He is a free man opposed to the Sampson Slavery Laws. He has recruited two members from the original Civic Experiment, Finn and Toni.

Finn and Toni after the Civic Experiment ended returned to Germany. They studied the drugs that Dr Tanner Sampson has used to bring in slavery. They are trained in how the drugs work and the equipment the Masters use to keep the slaves in line. 

Dr Phillips is overseeing Toni and Finn remove Tyler’s collar and chastity device, if not properly removed, it will send shock waves through Tyler’s body. Jordan and Max watch, as Toni starts to remove the devices.  

Tyler’s muscles tense, every fibre of his being alert. He’s been waiting for this moment for, well, longer than he cares to admit. He’s seen others try to remove collars, fail, and it didn’t end well. His heart pounds against his ribcage, threatening to burst free.

He trusts Dr. Phillips, really, he does. But trust only goes so far when your life hangs in the balance. He swallows hard, watching Toni’s hands move with precision. “Easy, easy,” he murmurs, more to himself than anyone else.

He’s aware of Max and Jordan watching, their eyes burning holes in his back. He doesn’t dare look at them. His hands curl into fists, sweat trickling down his temples. Tyler tries to take his mind of it by making conversation and getting information from Dr Phillips.

“Is Troye still spying for us, is he getting any good information?” he asks. Dr. Phillips looks up from his work, a hint of a smile on his face. “Ah, yes, Troye. He’s been… resourceful. We’re getting some valuable intel. He’s managed to infiltrate” He pauses for a second. “Zac.”

Tyler hears Zacs name. His breathing is shallow as the device is almost fully removed, a sense of dread mixed with anticipation builds in his gut. He’s still waiting for the first shock when the collar finally comes off. He doesn’t want to think about Zac, not now.

He has no doubt that he and Zac will meet again. He doesn’t know what he will say. He is now free. or soon, will be when his collar is removed. He wants to speak to Zac, he wants to tell Zac quite a bit. He looks as Toni pulling a small metal plate off the collar revealing wires.

Tyler’s entire body tenses, bracing for the worst. Every second feels like an eternity. He can hear his own ragged breaths echoing in his ears, louder than anything else in the room. The device creaks, the collar loosens, and then, nothing. Not yet.

He swallows hard, his eyes fixed on Toni’s hands, willing him to hurry. “Almost there,” Toni whispers, his brow glistening. “Just, one, more, second…”

With a click the collar is fully detached and Toni drops it onto the table, Tyler instantly feels the pressure on his neck vanish. He breathes deeply, feeling the weight that had been dragging him down lifting.

 

The relief washes over him like a wave, and Tyler almost stumbles forward, his knees weak. He closes his eyes, letting out a shaky exhale, feeling the stress and tension melt away.

His neck feels…free. Silence falls again, thicker this time, as if everyone is holding their breath, waiting for, something. Anything. Tyler opens his eyes, blinking rapidly, his gaze darting from Toni to Dr. Phillips. He’s safe. He’s really, truly safe.

“Thanks,” he whispers, his voice barely audible. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure. “Thanks, guys. Seriously.” He looks around, feeling vulnerable, exposed, like he’s shedding a skin he’s worn for far too long.

“Prince Felix was taken, part of his plan, he claims. It’s risky. But I have to trust him” Tyler says. Dr. Phillips nods gravely. “Risky indeed, but Troye has proven resourceful so far. We’ll keep monitoring the situation closely.”

Tyler rubs his neck absentmindedly, still getting used to the lack of pressure there. Felix being taken adds another layer of complexity. He doesn’t like it, but he knows sometimes sacrifices need to be made. He meets Dr. Phillips’ steady gaze.

“Keep me updated on any developments. And, make sure Troye knows to be careful.” He glances around the room again, the faces of his friends etched with concern. He gives them a weak, but genuine look. As long as they’re with him, he can face whatever comes next.

“Rob was left behind, I feel bad” Max says. Tyler looks down at his feet. “I know, we couldn’t get to him in time before our escape. We can’t dwell on it for now, if Felix’s plan works, then Rob will be safe and free” Tyler answers letting out a sigh, not sure if he believes his own words.

Tyler’s shoulders sag slightly, guilt settling heavy in his stomach. Leaving Rob behind, they didn’t have time. Owens army had more than he expected. If they risked looking for him, they would never have got away.  

He shakes his head, trying to push the thoughts away. He can’t afford to doubt himself, not now. Not when there’s still so much to fight for. “Yeah, you’re right,” Max says, his tone softening. “We just gotta hope Felix’s plan works.”

Jordan shifts uncomfortably, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “What if it doesn’t?” He asks quietly. Tyler walks over and puts a hand on Jordans shoulder. “We can’t have doubts now, it won’t help” Tyler answers. Toni sensing the tension walks forward.

“Time for this to be removed” Finn says while looking down at the chastity cage around Tyler’s dick. Fin reaches down, Tyler doesn’t flinch. He runs a small instrument over the lock and it breaks apart falling to the ground. The whole room goes silent.  

Tyler looks down at his dick free for the first time in years. It looks so much smaller than he remembers. He feels weird, his dick feels weird. Almost as he is missing part of his body. The freedom feels almost unfree.

“Where’s Todd though, the other slave that was with you?” Toni asks, trying to break the silence. To distract Tyler. “He is hiding in the Kingdom, he is part of Felix’s plan” Tyler responds. Max raises an eyebrow. “Todd’s still in there? That’s, risky. But he’s good at blending in, right?”

Tyler nods, his jaw clenched. “He’s the best chance we’ve got of getting intel from the inside. And if Felix’s plan works, Todd might even be able to help facilitate things from within.” But despite his optimism, Tyler can sense the uncertainty lingering.

“What’s your plan Tyler?” Dr Phillips asks. Tyler looks at Finn and Toni and then to Max and Jordan. “We are going to liberate as many slaves as we can, we will rescue them, heal them, and then build and army, and fuck these Masters up the ass.

We are going to take down Owen, Rob’s Masters, Tanner and especially Zac. I look forward to seeing Zac again. For everything he did to me, to Max to everyone.” Tyler declares determination in his voice.

 

Tyler’s words ignite something in the room. His determination is infectious, and the others nod vigorously, their faces lighting up. Max and Jordan grip their hands together, Max leans in and kisses Jordan.

Dr. Phillips smiles, impressed. “That’s quite the plan, Tyler. You’re not just talking about a few scattered rescue missions. You’re talking about a full-blown revolution.” Max grins, clapping Tyler on the back. “That’s exactly what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna bring hell.”

Finn and Toni exchange a look, clearly inspired. Even Jordan, who’s usually more reserved, seems fired up. Tyler’s fists clench. He’s never felt so alive, so focused. He’s ready. He’s ready to lead, to fight, to burn it all down.

The fire in his belly burns brighter than ever. He’ll make sure every last master feels the wrath of the slaves they’ve tormented. Zac, especially. Tyler’s smile turns wicked. Oh, yeah. He’s definitely looking forward to that reunion.

“The first slaves we are going to rescue are the original members of the Civic Experiment, they helped changed the world, and they will help change it back” Tyler’s eyes harden, his resolve strengthened by the memory of their shared experiences.

“You’re right. We owe it to them. To ourselves. We started this mess, and now we’re gonna finish it.” Toni says. Tyler nods, happy that, the other victims of the Civic Experiment understand, that they agree. He looks at Toni, Finn at Jordan and then Max. 

“This isn’t going to be easy, odds are we will fail. But we have to try. I mean” Tyler hesitates for a second and then thinks of all the pain he has endured and all the pain others have. He looks again at Jordan, Finn, Toni and finally Max.

“They enslaved us and we submitted, they degraded us and we lay down, well not anymore, the line must be drawn, here, no further. And I, us, we, will make them pay for everything they did. I promise you that.”

Rob

Rob feels guilty for the part he played in the kingdom falling. Even though he knows he didn’t have a choice. A supressed order given to him before his escape. Supposed escape. It was all part of Tanners plan. Let him make it to the kingdom, turn him into a trojan horse.

He thinks back to the dinner with the king. No idea that his freedom was just a veil. Then he heard the voice in his head. “Take the pill from your collar and drop it in his cup” he did it. He had no choice. As he noticed the king’s eyes glass over with the effects of the drug. Another voice came.

“Order him to lower the walls” Rob gave the order like a drone and the king obeyed. The walls fell and Owens men marched into the Kingdom. “Strip naked, kneel and wait” another voice said. Rob quickly removed his clothes and knelt in the corner unable to move.

Owen and six men dressed in army uniform burst into the room. Rob has only been kneeling for ten minutes. Five of them drag the king from the room. Owen and another officer with long straight hair stay. Owen looks down at Rob.

“This is my friend and number one officer Hayden. He is even more cruel than I am. You thought you were free. Taking that away from you is a great feeling. Now I am going to break you by making you watch me break your only chance of freedom” Owen says.

 Hayden lifts Rob from his knees and the two free men drag him out of the room. They are walking towards Felixs chamber. Rob can’t bring himself to resist. They open the chamber door without knocking and walk in. Felix is tied naked to the bed. Rob looks around but there is no sign of Troye.

“We finally got you Felix” Owen says as he looks down at the bound naked Felix. Felix just looks at Owen he doesn’t say a word. “Or, should I say, Prince Felix”. Owen runs his fingers down the prince’s naked body. Felix glares at Owen. A look of hatred.

“Oh, look at you, straining against those ropes. Owen sneers, walking closer. He grabs Felix’s chin roughly, forcing him to meet his gaze. “You might want to reconsider that defiant stare. You’re not the prince anymore, Felix.” He laughs, releasing Felix’s face abruptly.

“You’re nothing but a prize, a toy for my dear cousin.” Felix leans up and spits in Owens face. It hits just below his eye and rolls down his face.

Owen reels back, his expression turning murderous. His hand wipes the spit from his face, and he clenches his fist. “You insolent little brat! You think you can just spit at me and get away with it?” He grabs Felix by the throat, squeezing tightly. “You’ll learn, Felix. Oh, you’ll learn.”

Owen takes advantage of Felix’s helpless state, his grip tightening around his neck. “Helpless, aren’t you? Just like I like it.” He smirks, his fingers digging into Felix’s skin. “No one to save you now, Felix. You’re completely at my mercy. And trust me, I won’t show you any.”

Felix stops struggling under Owens weight. His vision is beginning to blur. Rob steps forward towards them but Owen turns and looks at Rob. The look leaves him frozen in place. Owen turns his attention back to Felix.

“Good. That’s more like it. You’re starting to understand, aren’t you?” He releases Felix’s throat, letting him gasp for breath. “No more pretty speeches, no more defiance. Just you, tied up tight, with nowhere to go.” He leans in closer, his breath hot against Felix’s ear.

“Tanner’s gonna love breaking you, Felix. He’s got plans, you know. Big plans.” Owen snickers, a wicked glint in his eye. “Oh, he’s been waiting years for this moment. But before I bring you to him, I am going to have my fun.” He stands back up, towering over Felix.

He grabs a nearby whip, its leather crackling ominously. “You’ve always been stubborn, Felix.” He trails the whip slowly across the floor, his smirk growing wider. “Tanner will thank me for it. He’ll thank me for turning you into an obedient little plaything.”

“You will regret this one day. You, don’t know what I’m capable of” Felix challenges. Owen raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh, but I do. Everyone knows what you’re capable of, Prince Felix your fiery spirit, your unwavering pride. And that’s exactly why this will be so entertaining.”

He cracks the whip against the ground, the sound echoing through the room. “But let’s see how long that pride lasts, shall we?”

“I won’t beg, no matter what.” Felix states firmly. “But one day you will Owen. I promise you maybe not today or tomorrow but one day” Felix warns. The threat seems empty to Rob. He wants to warn Felix about how much his life is about to change. What slavery really feels like.

“Ha! That’s what they all say, Felix. But trust me, once I’m done with you, once you’ve suffered enough, once you’ve seen the true extent of our power… you’ll beg. You’ll beg for mercy, for freedom, for anything. And when that happens, you’ll realize how far you’ve fallen. From prince to slave. It’s quite the comedown, isn’t it?”

Owen circles Felix, the whip still clutched tightly in his hand. Felix doesn’t say anything he just watches Owen as he moves around the bed. Owen grins, enjoying the silence. He traces the whip’s end along Felix’s skin, teasingly close but not quite touching.

“You’re so quiet now. What happened to that defiance? That ‘I won’t break’ attitude?” He mocks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Maybe I should… encourage you to speak up.” He flicks the whip, letting its tip flick Felix’s cheek lightly. Felix remains silent.

Owen’s grin widens, pleased with Felix’s stubbornness. But he’s not about to let that intensity simmer unchecked. He grabs a fistful of Felix’s hair, yanking his head back. “You’re determined to make this difficult, aren’t you? Fine. We’ll play it your way.”

He releases Felix’s hair, stepping back and unbuckling his belt. He slides it out of its loops, letting it hang menacingly in his hand. Felix swallows hard, staring directly at Owen. Owen laughs, clearly enjoying the fear behind Felix’s stoic facade. He leans forward, his face inches away from Felix’s.

“Aww, look at that. The proud prince is scared. How adorable.” He runs his thumb over his belt, his eyes glinting dangerously. “But don’t worry, Felix. This is only the beginning. I’m going to enjoy every second of breaking you.”

He takes a step back, his belt swishing softly through the air. “Let’s see how long you can keep that silence going, hmm?” This time Felix flinches when Owen moves. A hint of vulnerability flashes across his face before he schools it back into a scowl.

Owen catches the flicker of vulnerability, his grin turning cruel. “Ah, there it is. Finally showing some weakness, Felix? That’s what I like to see.” He leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re not as strong as you think you are. Not anymore.”

He begins pacing around the bed again, the belt dragging on the floor. “You’re just a scared little bird in a gilded cage, waiting for the slaughter. And I’m the hunter.” Rob looks around the room trying to see if there is any way to intervene. But he knows it would be in vain.

“Your arrogance will be your undoing, Owen.” Felix bites out, voice trembling ever so slightly. Owen chuckles darkly. “My, my, look at you. Shaking like a leaf, yet still trying to threaten me. You’re absolutely pathetic, Felix.”

He grabs Felix’s chin, squeezing it hard. “But I’ll give you credit. You’re holding on tighter than I expected. Maybe I underestimated you…just a little.” His grip loosens, but his eyes never leave Felix’s face. “It’ll make it all the more satisfying when you completely fall apart.”

“Bastard.” Felix spits in anger, despite the fear. Owen bursts into laughter, clearly delighted by Felix’s reaction. “Oh, such language from a prince! You’re more human than you think.” He wipes a tear from his eye, shaking his head. “But that temper of yours? That’s going to get you into trouble.”

He suddenly grabs Felix’s shoulders, pinning him down, their faces inches apart. He is straddling his shoulders. Felixs face is inches away from Owens crotch as he looks down at the young prince.

“Let me tell you something, Felix. You can curse me all you want. You can fight, you can struggle, you can even pray for rescue. But none of that will change your fate. You’re mine now. And soon, you’ll belong to my cousin, body and soul. So, spit at me all you like. It won’t make a difference.”

With a swift movement, Owen grabs Felix’s arms, tying them tighter to the bedposts. The ropes dig into Felix’s skin, making him wince. “There. Can’t have you trying anything stupid, now, can we?” Owen sneers, towering above him. “Now, brace yourself. This is going to be fun.”

Felix looks back at Owen with defiant eyes, no sign of fear now. He’s ready. Owen raises his eyebrows, impressed despite himself. “Well, well, well. Look at that. You’re a tougher nut to crack than I thought. Too bad it won’t matter.”

He cracks his knuckles, then his neck, the noise echoing in the quiet room. “Tanner will drain that defiance from you, Felix. Drain it all.” He circles the bed once more, the belt still dangling from his hand like a threat. His eyes bore into Felix, daring him to flinch again.

But this time, Felix’s gaze holds steady. As Owen nears, Felix turns his head to the side, bracing himself silently for whatever comes next. Rob remembers all the humiliation he has endured before. Watching this he knows it’s in his future when he is reunited with his three Masters.

Owen chuckles again, a low, sinister sound. This stubbornness… it’s almost admirable. Almost. He raises his belt, letting the silence stretch between them. Finally, he strikes, the belt whistling through the air before it connects with Felix’s skin.

“Were you ready for that, Prince?” Owen hisses. The blow lands hard, leaving a stinging welt on Felix’s arm. Felix grits his teeth, a low moan escaping at the cruel bite of the lash. The welt seems to be getting redder by the second.

Owen laughs, clearly pleased with himself. “Ah, there’s that sweet sound. Music to my ears, really.” He steps back, admiring his handiwork. “Not so silent now, are you, Felix? But we both know that’s only the beginning.”

He winds the belt around his hand, a slow, deliberate motion. “I wonder how long you can hold out before you scream.” Owen spends the next fifteen minutes whipping Felix with his belt. Felix resists screaming. “What’s taking so long” Tanner voice sounds from Owens radio.    

“Ok, I have to take you to Tanner, but before that I have one more humiliation for you” Owen says to the bruised bound Prince. Felix is trying to catch his breath. Rob can’t read the emotion that came across Felixs face at the sound of Tanners voice.

Felix lies there, battered, his breathing ragged. Sweat and tears mingle on his face, but he refuses to break. Even as his body trembles, his pride remains intact. Owen watches him, savouring each second of his triumph.

“What? Nothing left to say, Prince? No clever comebacks or empty promises? You’re running out of steam.” He grins, his amusement laced with cruelty. “Don’t worry, this last bit… it’ll be special.” Owen steps closer to Felix.

“Just get it over with,” Felix manages to say, his voice hoarse. But there’s a trace of determination beneath the exhaustion in his words. He still hasn’t lost entirely rob feels. Rob doesn’t know if he should be impressed or worried for Felix.

Owen claps slowly, mockingly, like he’s congratulating Felix on a job well done. “Oh, you’re still clinging to that defiance, aren’t you? That’s… impressive. Most men would’ve broken by now.” He shakes his head, grinning. “But that fire in your eyes won’t save you, Felix. Nothing will.”

With a flourish, Owen unzips his pants. “This? This is the ultimate humiliation. You won’t be able to hide from this. Not ever again.” Felix averts his eyes, knowing he has no power to stop Owen, but vowing silently he wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing him crumble.

Owen grabs Felix’s hair, forcing his head back up. “Look at me, Felix. Look at what’s about to happen.” He chuckles, a cold, mirthless sound. “You think you’re strong, refusing to look? But you’re only delaying the inevitable. You’ll see, you’ll feel, and you’ll remember every single second of this.”

Felix’s refusal to break further fuels Owen’s twisted excitement. Felix looks at Owens unzipped pants and again doesn’t utter a word. Owen smirks, his eyes gleaming with malice. He takes a step closer, hovering over Felix.

“That’s right. You’re doing exactly what I expected. Nothing but silence and that pitiful defiance. But it’s useless, Felix.” He positions himself, ready to carry out his threat. The moment hangs heavy in the air, a sickening anticipation building.

Then, without warning, he releases a stream of hot urine directly onto Felix. “Now, isn’t this just lovely?” he taunts, laughing cruelly. “You’re covered in piss, and soon, everyone will see you like this.”

Piss rolls downs Felixs face some entering his mouth he tries to spit it out but swallows some, his body is drenched in piss. Owen snickers, watching with sadistic glee as Felix struggles to spit out the vile liquid.

“Swallow it, Felix. Drink up. It’s only fitting that a prince should drink from such a humiliating cup.” He steps back, admiring his handiwork. Felix lies there, humiliated, degraded, and utterly powerless. The stench of urine fills the air, a constant reminder of Owen’s dominance.

“Beautiful,” Owen murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Just beautiful.” He turns and looks to Rob. “Untie him” Rob swallows hard the realisation that he has to follow the order overcomes him. Getting freedom for a short moment is almost worse than never having it.

Rob unties Felix from the bed, he helps to shackle his arms behind his back, they then shackle his feet together to make it harder to walk. Owen looks at the naked Prince covered in piss. He leans close to Felixs ear and whispers into his ear.

“We are now going to take you through the streets to my cousin. Tanner will be waiting. Your people will see you paraded naked through the streets and know this what is about to happen to them, your humiliation will help break them” Owen brags.

Felix hangs his head, his hair plastered against his face, dripping with piss. His chest heaves with ragged breaths, but he refuses to give Owen the satisfaction of hearing him beg or plead. Instead, he focuses on the burning anger inside, fuelling himself with it.

He knows what’s coming. He knows his people will witness his shame. But he also knows that he can’t let them down. Not even now. He steels himself, preparing to endure whatever lies ahead. He looks at Owen defiance etched on his face again.

“You think this will break them?” Felix whispers, his voice barely audible, his words dripping with contempt. “It won’t. They won’t forget who I am. And they’ll remember what you’ve done.”

Owen ignores Felix and pushes him out of the bedroom and out through the streets, the streets are busy, there are armed guards and Felixs people, they all stare at their naked leader covered in piss. “Don’t worry it’s a short walk to Tanner, he is so excited to see you again” Owen says to Felix

Felix’s face burns, his cheeks aflame with shame. He can feel every pair of eyes upon him, judging, horrified, and pitying. But he refuses to hide. Instead, he straightens his back, meeting the gazes of his people. He won’t back down. Not yet. Not ever.

He doesn’t respond to Owen, his jaw clenched tight. Every step feels like a lifetime, each rusty chain-link clicking loudly, emphasizing his vulnerability. The sun beats down on his bare skin, a cruel spotlight highlighting his degradation. But even so, he holds onto his pride, grasping it like a lifeline.

They walk, the feeling of the pavement on Robs bare feet remind him of the first day he was enslaved. While all attention is on Felix Rob can’t help but feel also exposed. He hopes that his Masters aren’t with Tanner and delay in meeting them is welcome.

After ten minutes he can see Tanner ahead of him the man who has lusted after Felix for years the man that has hunted Felix. To turn him into a slave. As they reach Tanner, both can see the delight in his eyes.

Felix stops breathing, his heart sinking like a stone. All his energy, all his defiance, seems to drain away as he takes in Tanner’s expression. It’s a look he knows well one of possessiveness, of ownership, of twisted desire. The prince feels sick, his stomach churning with dread.

Tanner reaches out, his fingers twitching, like he can barely contain himself. Felix can sense the excitement radiating off him, like a dark aura. He swallows hard, trying to push past the lump in his throat. He’s never felt so vulnerable, so completely at someone else’s mercy.

Owen pushes Felix down onto his knees before Tanner, the chains pulling his arms tight behind his back. Tanner runs his hands along Felix’s body, relishing every inch. Felix shudders involuntarily, Tanner’s touch like ice crawling under his skin.

He’s forced to endure it, frozen in place, while Tanner explores him like a prize. The chains dig deeper into his wrists, a painful reminder that he’s utterly trapped. He bites his lip, refusing to react, to give Tanner any satisfaction.

But his skin crawls, and his mind races with the horror of what’s happening. He glares up at Tanner, his eyes blazing with hatred, but he knows it’s useless. Tanner stares back into Felix’s eyes, his look full of menace

“You have no idea what I’ve planned for you, Felix. But we have all the time in the world.” Felix returns Tanner’s stare, his own eyes flashing with disdain. But beneath the surface, fear begins to seep in, corroding his resolve.

Rob knows Tanner’s reputation, knows what sort of twisted things he might have planned. The silence stretches between them, thick with tension. Rob looks around there are no signs of Pat, Joe or Carl. Tanner seems to notice this.

“Don’t worry your Masters will be getting word soon of where you are” Tanner warns Rob. He then turns his attention back to Felix. “I have waited for this day for so many years Felix. It is going to be glorious. You will have a very nice life as my slave. I promise you.”

Felix searches desperately for something anything to say, but his words catch in his throat. He won’t beg. He won’t plead. Not now, not ever. So, he says nothing, his silence a fragile shield against the terror that threatens to consume him.

Owen steps away from the two slaves and walks to his cousin. “I am taking a few of my men back to town. I don’t think you need me here anymore. Will you and my father be staying here for a bit longer?” Owen asked. Tanner nods.

“Yes, me and the president will be staying in the Kingdom for a couple of weeks. We want the chance to humiliate these traitors on their own lands. The president said you have temporary power while he is here. Don’t abuse it.” Tanner says.

“As if I would” Owen says smiling.

Zac

Zac has met up with Pat, Joe and Carl to meet Troye in the hostel. They want to know what’s going on since the Kingdom fell. Troye invites them to sit in the common room and offers them each a beer. The are all making small talk as Zac looks around the hostel.

It’s not like the hostel when the former owner Clay used to own it. He looks around the common room. There are dog cages lining the walls with naked slaves inside. Guests well-dressed are chatting as a naked Clay serves them drinks. Pat leans forward snatching a beer out of Clays hand.

“So, Troye, is Rob still in the Kingdom, where is Tyler” Pat asks. “Rob is safely back under our control, he is in the Kingdom, you can go there and reclaim your property tomorrow, as for Tyler and the rest, I’m not sure, they managed to escape” Troye responds.

“Oh, okay, that’s… good. About Rob, I mean,” Pat says, unable to hide his happiness. He looks at Joe and Carl “We’ll head to the Kingdom tomorrow, then.” Joe smiles. Carl shifts uncomfortably, looking around at the hostel.

“Maybe we should just leave Rob. Let him be” Carls says hesitantly. Pat and Joe look at him surprised and disappointed. A young naked slave in his twenties is taken to the middle of the room one of the hostel guests starts to piss on him, they don’t pay it any attention and continue their conversation.

Zac’s eyes flicker toward the scene. He’s seen plenty of humiliating scenes like this before, but… it still gets to him. He quickly looks away, focusing back on the conversation. “Why would we do that, he is our slave Carl” Pat asks.

“He is innocent, he didn’t do anything. We didn’t know that at the time. But now we do” Carl responds as Pat and Joe start laughing. “Who cares, we need to keep him if we want hold onto our visas. Plus think of all the parties we go to now” Pat responds. Carl just nods while looking away.

Zac clears his throat, trying to steer the conversation forward. “So, uh, what’s the plan for tonight? We might, uh, stick around for a bit.” He glances at his friends, hoping they won’t notice his unease. Then looks at Troye and smiles.

“Yeah stay, plenty to do around here” Troye looks to Pat, Joe and Carl. “Are you guys going to head to the Kingdom to fetch Rob” he asks. Pat nods eagerly, while Joe stretches his arms, saying, “Yeah, we’ll get him back. Don’t want him getting any ideas, of freedom, do we?”

Carl sighs, rubbing his temples. “Yeah. We’ll go.”

One of the burly guests lumbers over, a smirk spreading across his scarred face. He recognises Zac. Who has become somewhat of a celebrity being the first ever Master of the Sampson slavery Laws. “Hey there. You boys look like you could use some… entertainment.”

He gestures toward the rows of caged slaves lining the walls. He looks at Zac offering his hand “Why don’t you pick one out? My treat, for you and your friends. Consider it a gift from me.” Zac shakes his hand and smiles.

“Uh, that’s alright,” Zac says quickly, trying to brush it off. “We were just leaving soon anyway.” He shoots Troye a strained look. Pat leans forward. “My friend Zac is shy, but me and Joe would like to take you up on the offer” Pat says to the guest.

 

The guest grins widely, exposing yellowed teeth. “Excellent! Choose any slave you like. I’ll have them ready in a flash.” Joe and Pat stand up and walk over to the cages, they look along the rows, falling on a cute red headed twink, “I think we will choose this one” Pat says.

Pat and Joe grin devilishly at each other, and then turn back to the host looking pleased, as they wait for the redhead. As the redhead is brought out to them, naked and visibly trembling. Pat snickers as he grabs the young man’s arm and drags him onto a nearby table.

“Kneel in front of me” Pat orders the redheaded slave.

Zac’s breath hitches. He casts a glance at Troye once more. The slave hesitates for a moment before obeying Pat’s command. Pat laughs cruelly. “I was expecting more of a fight from you…” he says, looking over at Zac and winking suggestively.

He glances at Troye again. As Pat and Joe focus on their “fun,” Troye locks his eyes with Zac. With a slight nod, he discreetly slips out of the room, signalling Zac to follow him. Zac looks at Joe and Pat who are consumed by the slave. He glances at Carl who is on his phone.

Zac seizes the opportunity, his pulse quickening. He excuses himself hastily, mumbling something about needing some fresh air, and follows Troye out of the room. He doesn’t dare look back, fearing his friends might notice. Once they’re alone, he exhales sharply, his tension easing marginally.

“Troye, thank—” He stops himself, lowering his voice to a whisper. Troye guides Zac to his bedroom at the back of the hostel, they enter and sit on the bed, “Finally” Troye says before leaning in and kissing Zac.

Zac melts into the kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around Troye, relief washing over him. He pulls Troye closer, burying his face in his neck. For a moment, he forgets everything else the hostel, his friends, the redhead, Todd, Tyler everything except Troye.

“Shush, just… just hold on,” he murmurs, voice trembling slightly. When they finally break apart, he rests his forehead against Troye’s, his eyes welling up. “I hate it here. Hate how we have to hide this.” Zac confesses.

Troye runs his fingers through Zacs hair. “Do you think anyone knows about us, do you think Pat suspects it” Troye asks. Zac shakes his head vigorously, his hands clasping Troye’s tighter. Fingers brush against Troye’s cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of his jaw.

“I don’t think so,” Zac says, he leans in and starts to kiss Troye again, running his hands under his shirt, caressing his body. He lifts up his shirt removing it and kisses Troyes neck moving his tongue up and licking behind his ear. He then kisses Troye again.

Troye smiles into the kiss, his hands tangling in Zac’s hair, pulling him closer. He makes a soft sound, his heart racing. In this moment, nothing else matters no guests, no slaves, no friends watching in the other room. Just the two of them, hidden away, safe.

“You’re so warm,” Troye murmurs, nuzzling into Zac’s touch. He can feel Zac’s nerves dissipating, replaced by something deeper, something more tender. He leans back slightly, his eyes locked on Zac’s, his fingers intertwined with Zac’s.

Zac’s movements become more urgent as he loses himself in the heat of the moment with Troye. The outside world fades away as their passion intensifies. “Troye …I love you,” Zac blurts out, the words spilling out before he can stop them. He’s never said it aloud, but it feels…right. Necessary.

Like he can’t keep it locked inside anymore. His heart threatens to burst through his chest, pounding wildly. He kisses Troye harder, pouring all his emotions into the touch, afraid to let go, afraid to lose this feeling. He’s lost in Troye, completely, utterly. There’s nothing else left.

Troye looks into Zacs eyes, “these last three months have been amazing” Troye says before kissing Zac, he lifts Zacs shirt, pulling it off gently, he starts kissing Zacs chest lower and lower towards his belly button, as he reaches it, he unbuckles Zacs belt.

Zac’s face blazes crimson, his entire body tense, yet somehow relaxed. He’s never felt like this before. Vulnerable, exposed, yet safe. He swallows hard, his fingers digging into the blankets beneath him.

“T-Troye…?” He trails off, his breath catching. He knows exactly what Troye’s doing. And he’s powerless to stop him. He doesn’t want to. He’s torn between wanting to hide, to disappear, and wanting to bask in every second of this.

Troye opens Zacs belt, then the buttons on his jeans and pulls them down along with his boxers, Troye starts to kiss him again starting with his belly button and moving down, running his tongue over Zacs pubes before reaching his rock-hard dick.

Zac gasps, his hips instinctively bucking upwards. His brain short-circuits, unable to think straight. He’s completely at Troye’s mercy, his body reacting without hesitation. A shaky exhale escapes him, his hands gripping Troye’s shoulders tightly, anchoring himself.

“Troye…oh god…” He whispers, his voice hoarse, trembling with a mix of anticipation and fear that someone might catch them. But the warmth of Troye’s lips, the softness of his tongue it’s everything he needs right now.

Troye swirls his tongue around Zacs tip, looking up at him as he takes the head into his mouth, gently sucking, his hand stroking the rest of Zacs dick. He leans down wrapping his mouth around his dick and begins to suck. Zac starts to moan.

Zac’s world narrows down to only Troye. He’s paralyzed, his entire body taut, his fingers digging so hard into the sheets that they might tear. He’s trembling, completely undone. He’d thought he’d been prepared, but… God, he wasn’t. this is amazing he thinks.

“T-Troye, wait,” he stammers, barely audible. Not because he wants him to stop, but because he’s terrified, he’ll shatter. He feels like he’s going to burst apart, right here, in front of Troye. “Sssh” Troye says while quickening his pace sucking Zacs dick, Zac moans louder.

Zac’s eyes flutter shut, overwhelmed. He bites his lip, trying to stifle the sounds, knowing they’re not alone in the hostel. But it’s impossible. He feels like he’s drowning, drowning in Troye’s touch, in the sensations overwhelming his senses. His moans escape, barely muffled, his entire body shaking.

He’s never felt so alive. So vulnerable. He’s completely surrendered. As Zac is moaning, his climax is rising, Troye leans up just as Zac is about to cum, “when did you say Owen is to return from the Kingdom, is it this week or next week” Troyes ask before returning to sucking Zac’s dick.

It takes Zac a second to process Troye’s question, his brain foggy with pleasure. He blinks, struggling to focus. “Wh-this week…he said…he’d be back this week.” He forces the words out between gasps, his fingers curling into fists.

Why is Troye asking about Owen now, of all times? He doesn’t care. He just…he needs…this. Troye feels Zac’s cock swell and pulse in his mouth just as Zac cums hard down his throat, filling him up with his release.

Zac’s body arches, every muscle rigid, as he hits his peak. He buries his face in the pillow, muffling his cries, his mind going blank. The sheer intensity of it leaves him breathless, panting, his heart still racing wildly. Slowly, he lifts his head, eyes wide, searching for Troye’s face.

He swallows hard, his chest heaving, unable to speak. All he can manage are ragged breaths and a dazed stare. After making sure Zac had fully finished, Troye wipes his mouth and climbs up to kiss Zac, sharing the taste with him. “That was… amazing” he says softly, caressing Zacs face.

Zac returns the kiss eagerly, tasting himself on Troye’s lips. He smiles, still reeling from the intensity, still trying to catch his breath. “Incredible,” he murmurs, his voice rough. “You’re… incredible.” Zac smiles and kisses him again. Troye smiles and looks at Zac.

“Let’s go back to the common room, see what Pat and Joe are doing to the red headed slave” Troye says to Zac. He watches as Zac pulls up his jeans and they walk back to the common room to see how Pat and Joe are treating their slave.

“We don’t have to keep this a secret” Zac says. Troye looks at him. “I know but for now, I’d just prefer it that way.” He says while kissing his cheek. Zac smiles as they walk down the path. The get to the entrance of the hostel and enter the common room.

Pat has the slave lying on his back as he sits on the slaves face who is rimming him, as the slave is rimming Pat, Joe has a red candle that he is tipping the hot wax onto the slave’s balls, the slave continues rimming despite the pain, he knows to react to the pain will cause further punishment.

Zac steps forward, “You guys need to head to kingdom now to collect Rob, I will keep looking for Tyler” he lies wanting them to leave to give him more time with Troye. The sooner they leave the more comfortable Troye will feel having him at the hostel.

“Are you kidding? We’ve still got some time. But, uh, you’re right, the kingdom’s not exactly close. Better to go now than later, right? Don’t want to miss our chance to get Rob back.” He claps Pat on the back. “Exactly” Zac responds.

RENT OVERDUE NOTICE

Those three words that Kent Colson is a little too familiar with.

Kent has been having trouble paying his long overdue rent,he just got fired from his old job as a waiter in a restaurant downtown. The restaurant was making budget cuts and he just so happened to be fired.

Kent’s only income is a gardening gig from his old “friend”, Walter,a 50 something year old man who lives 2 to 3 hours away in the middle of nowhere.Although Walter doesn’t pay much,Kent has been working for him for 7-8 years now and he only sees it as a side gig.

…

Kent,faced with the reality that he was to pay this bills or he’s going to get evicted,gets out off his messy bed. And decides to go start looking for work again.

Kent sighs and yawns as he puts on his clothes on(he has a habit of sleeping in the nude)

As Kent leaves his small apartment,he ripped the rent overdue notice paper from his door and threw it inside the house,accidentally ripping it a little in the process.

…

Kent went into almost every store downtown, it was already sunset when he finished his job hunting adventure.

“Sorry,we’re not hiring” was all he heard

He was devastated,he barely has money for dinner,how could he possibly pay for his bills with no job.

Just then,he heard a notification on his phone

“Me and the guys are going to the local bar now ,want to join?”

“Can’t,no money”

“Dw,it’s my treat”

“Fine,see you in 10 minutes”

Kent was just around the corner and how could he possibly say no to alcohol. It’s the only thing that takes him mind off any problems he has,since he quit smoking last year.

…

“How is the job hunting thing going?”one of his friend asked

“Fucking horrible,no one is fucking hiring”Kent explained aggressively with a beer in his hand.

“I mean-You could always be a stripper here,I heard they’re hiring” another friend added ,half joking

Kent was/is considered attractive,with a muscular physique ,toned body,ocean blue eyes,dark hair and he had the looks of a model,has the bond look about him,so it’s not like it’s entirely out of the question

“I tried but they weren’t hiring”Kent joked but seriously thought about it for a short moment

The chatters continued with the guys talking about random unimportant things like hookups and other stuff like cars.

…

It just turned 11 pm when all the guys decided to finally go home,to them it’s like time flew by,they didn’t even noticed they’ve all been sitting by the bar for hours.

“Guys,I gotta go home,got work in the morning” one of the guys said

“Same”some of the other guys replied

“I’ll call us an Uber or something”

“I’ll just walk home,I live nearby and I’m not as hammered as you guys” Kent explained

…

“Okay,see you guys next time” Kent yawned as he helped the guys close the car door

“I’m so tired,what time is it” Kent said to himself sleepily,he went to pick up his phone in his pocket but it wasn’t there

“Fuck,must have left it at the bar” Kent groaned as he slowly walked himself back into the crowded bar

…

After Kent got his phone back,he was stopped by an older man

Kent was almost taken aback at first

The man was in a black tuxedo,looked like he was in his fifties ,wearing a very expensive looking watch which is the first thing Kent noticed.

“Apologises if I startled you but I couldn’t help but overhear that you’re in need of a job” the old man said

Kent’s eyes lit up with excitement.After seeing the man’s watch,he knew the job was going to pay well. He didn’t care what the job was,he knew he was going to take it no matter what

“You are exactly what we are looking for,come by my office tomorrow at 8 am for an interview if you want the job” The man stated before handing Kent his business card and leaving the crowded bar

Kent was speechless,he felt like it was fate.

Before Kent could even turn around to thank the man,the man already left in his car.

“Th-thank you…Clifford…” he muttered as he read the business card to know the man’s name

…

The next morning, Kent woke up at 5 am ,finished his morning routine by 5:30.

He was incredibly nervous that day about the job thing,he knew this was his only chance to get a job,and a high paying one at that

Kent,now dressed in a suit,a suit that he wears to all weddings he attended and other occasions,the suit is a little more tight,since he got muscular. His hair slicked back and he puts on his usual charming smile on.

…

Kent arrived to the building by foot,it was 7:50 by then,he was sweating from the long walk.He was incredibly for the job interview,doubts started to fill his mind

“I’m not qualified for this shit!” He screamed to himself in his head

But his demeanour changes when he has a random thought

Just lie

…

Kent takes a deep breath before walking into Clifford’s office

The office was huge,with giant windows that  could look down the entire city,a bookshelf stacked with books.And Clifford was sitting there ,behind his desk on a long black and white faux fur armchair

“Just in time..”Clifford said to Kent with a look that he couldn’t make out

“Yeah…I walked here…”

“Sit”,Clifford looks at the chair in front of him

Kent particularly sprinted to the seat

“I’m just going to ask you some questions to write down so I can see if you’re qualified”

Kent nods

“Full name?”Clifford asked

“Kent Michael Colson”

“Age?”

“27”

“Would people describe you as honest and trustworthy?”

“Oh definitely”

“Years of education?”

“I finished high school”

“Technical Expertise?”

“I-um-you could say I’m experienced”

That was a lie,the only thing he did that could count is teaching his grandfather how to turn his phone on and off

“Risk tolerance?”

“I’m all about the risk,I believe it’s almost necessary for any situation”

“How can you do under pressure?”

“I’m very calm,I like to make very precise decisions”

“Observation skills?”

“I’m amazing at it,I don’t miss a single thing”

Fulling lying through his teeth,his lies hiding behind his cocky-yet charming smile

“How are you on Physical fitness and combat skills?”

“I’m definitely an expert”

“Can you stand up?”

“Yea sure”,Kent stood up,looking down at Clifford

Clifford made that look again,that look that Kent could quite make out

“It’s kind of hard to see with your jacket,don’t you think?”

“Really? I can take it off”,Kent took off his blazer jacket

“And your shirt is getting in the way of me seeing if you’re actually qualified”

“O-oh? I can take that off too”

Clifford stood up and walked behind his desk to stand next to Kent,”Let me help”

Clifford helped Kent unbutton his shirt while Kent just stood there nervously,looking away from him

This is his make or break moment,Kent thought to himself

“You have a very nice body,those arms are amazing,you must work out a lot” Clifford remarked as he was feeling up Kent’s arms

“Y-yeah…you could say that…”Kent replied,looking up at the ceilings

“And your legs?”

Kent sighed as he pulled down his pants,exposing his white briefs

“Uh-um…is this good?”

“You’re amazing,totally what we’re looking for,totally undercover agent material”

“U-undercover agent?”

“You didn’t know?”

“I-of course I knew,just confirming,that’s all”

Kent was shocked,how could this be real

“That’s good,we’ve just have you do a couple of photos in the other room for work purposes”

“O-ok.”

Kent followed Clifford into another room that’s down the hallway of Clifford’s office

The room was smaller than his office but still was huge,with professional equipments for photography,with expensive looking cameras,a backdrop ,lights and all the other stuff

“Wow…” Kent mumbled to himself,impressed by the room and the equipment

Clifford picked up the camera that was on a wooden chair ,”Just let me get some pictures so we can add it to our database”

Kent looked down at what he’s wearing,no shirt with his pants pulled down

Clifford noticed and smirked “It’s fine,take off your pants and we’re set”

Kent raised his eyebrows,head tilted for just a moment,confused on why he needed to only be in his underwear but goes along with it as soon as he saw Clifford started to get impatient

Kent set into his position,just standing in front of the white backdrop

Kent was also instructed to remove his briefs since “the red will mess up the lights on the camera”

Kent was reluctant at first but was relieved when Clifford assured him that no one would see the pictures

Kent also thought this was just the little sacrifice he had to make in order to make the big bucks

Kent noticed Clifford giving the “look” again but it was quickly dismissed by him

…

“Kent Colson,you’re now a official undercover agent/secret agent,come back tomorrow and any time we call for meetings” Clifford said

“Um-how exactly does this job pay?”Kent asked

“You get paid per mission,each mission pays different,it depends on the difficulty and how the individual’s performance”Clifford clarified

Kent just nods…

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That’s chapter one, let me know what you think if you want, you can comment or like or whatever.

Hi Readers, this is my first story on this site. Before starting I like to apologies you all for my poor English grammar. Before I start, let me tell you about myself. My name is Amol, and I live in the Bavdhan area of ​​Pune. I am 35 years old, fair complexioned, and have a skinny, fit body. And I am still single. I like to stare at muscular guys. I go to the gym every day and secretly watch guys with big muscles. I like the master-slave relationship in gays, and I like to have slaves. Anyway, I live alone.

Actually, I have become a slave online many times, but never showed my face. And in real life, I became a slave for the first time that too of a masseur, let me tell you his story. This story is from March 2020 when I was 30 years old. Just before the lockdown started. I like to get a massage after gym, so I used to go to the nearby spa early in the morning, there was no one at that time, and I also got acquainted with a guy there, so I used to get a massage from him and then go back. That guy was a Muslim, his name was Yunus, but he was very handsome and bulky. His biceps were very big, and in his eyes he looked top, strict and dominating. I used to always look at him lightly, and he had noticed this, due to which he felt that I am a FAGGOT, 1-2 times he even gave me pleasure. And asked me to give pleasure him too, and I used to denied.

One day at 2 pm, I called for an appointment tomorrow at 7.30 am, he refused and said you dirty bastard, FAGGOT, every time you go with pleasure and I don’t get anything. Then I pleaded in front of him and said this time I will definitely make you happy. Even then he was refusing. I started requesting, after many times he agreed, but he said don’t come tomorrow morning, come today after 8 PM at the time of spa closing, I hesitated a bit, then he said what, you dirty ass, FAGGOT has become tired. So I said, “It’s not like that, I’ll come.” As I hung up, he said, “See how I’m having fun with you today.”

As soon as I hung up, I started to panic, and my heart started pounding. As time passed, my heartbeat grew stronger. At 6.30 in the evening, my phone rang; it was the masseur.

Yunus: Tell me, you FAGGOT, are you going to come, or did you get your ass ripped off already?

Me: It’s nothing like that, Yunus brother, I’ll definitely come.

Yunus: Look, you FAG, two things. First, don’t call me brother or by name; call me Master or Master. And second, if you tell anyone about today’s incident, no one will worse than me.

Me: Yes.

Yunus: (angrily) Yes, Master, said.

Me: Yes, Master.

Master: And once you come, don’t wear any underwear; come wearing a sleeveless T-shirt and shorts that are slightly larger than your underwear. Make sure clothes sizes should be smaller than 1 regular size. Clothes should fit tight to your body.

Me: Sorry, Master, I don’t have anything like that.

Master: FAGGOT, I don’t need reasons. You have 1 and half hour to buy a new one.

Me: Okay Master.

Master: And come by walk, if you come by car, I won’t give you back the car. And start half hour early, jog around crowdy area and reach at spa exactly on 8 PM. make sure you will track running records.

Me: Yes Master.

Master: Wow, FAGGOT, you’re learning very quickly.

Me: Thank you Master.

And Master disconnected the call.

I left the house and started searching for clothes. After 15-20 minutes I finally found some at a local shop. I came home, changed and at 7.30 started running nearby crowdy aread. While running I noticed many were looking at me with disgusting looks. As I reached the spa, the manager said that the spa is about to close now, you can come tomorrow. I requested to manager but fermly he denied. At last he said, “now Yunus is here only, if he don’t have any problem then okay”. Just then Yunus came from inside and looking at me asked to his manager, “what happened Sir? Is there any issue?” Manager said, “This guy want massage, but now closing timing. Still he begging. So I said if Yunus is ready then I also don’t have any issues” Yunus looked at me and smiled, and said, “Sir he is my regular customer, so I don’t have any issues. You don’t have to worry, you can go I will lock spa once complete all and I will off all CCTVs as well, so tomorrow no one will understand I was in the spa for late.” The manager gave the keys to the owner and went home.

As soon as the manager left, Master looked at me and slapped me hard and said, you are looking absolutely FAG in this dress. I just stood there with my head bowed in embarrassment. Master came closer to me and said, let’s change your look before the massage, people should know that you are a useless, slave, faggot as soon as they see you. And then Yunus switched off the CCTV and asked me to get naked. I got scared and started leaving from there, then Master caught me hard and slapped me. After that he locked the door from inside and kept the keys in his pocket and said, “Now how will you run away you faggot”. I had no option and quietly took off all my clothes. He looked at my penis and started laughing and said, “This is not a penis but a child’s penis. In my locality, 10-12 year old children have penises bigger than this, that is why you are a coward”. While laughing he pressed my penis hard, it caused me a lot of pain. For the haircut asked me to sit on the chair.

Master: From today you are my slave and I am your master. Who are you?

Me: Master’s slave.

Master: Good, you are learning well, I will keep you like a dog. Now let’s change your look first. Well, a haircut of idiots like you means clean shave, but don’t worry I am not that bad. I will give you a good haircut.

After saying this Master brought the trimmer. He started moving number 0 on 3 sides, and I kept sitting with my eyes downcast. Then applied shaving cream on the sides and shaved completely with the blade. Master repeated the shaving process 2-3 times and while moving his hat on the smooth surface said:

Master: Look at mirror once, you really look like a slave

Me: Yes, Master.

Master: (slapping his smooth head hard) Just Yes, Master? Who will thank you, you idiot?

Me: Thank you, Master, for the great haircut.

Master: Wait, dog, the haircut isn’t complete… I need to trim the upper part too. I’ll keep it long enough so I can pull it with my hand.

Me: Yes, Master… ummm, thank you, Master.

Master started laughing loudly. I’ve kept the upper part just 2-3 inches long. Now let’s go to the other room. Now your full body will be waxed. The upper part of the body of slave dogs like you doesn’t look good; the body should be smooth. I was scared and started crying at Master’s feet. After pulling my hair, Master lifted my top, spat in my face, and told me to lie quietly on the bed. Master stuffed a dirty cloth in my mouth to keep me from screaming. The full body wax began, finishing after about an hour. When I looked back, I felt embarrassed. There was no pubic hair, and my penis looked even smaller. I just stood there, bent over, while Master watched and laughed. Moving his hand over my entire body, he said:

Master: What a smooth, slave dirty dog ​​you look like!

Me: (Bending over, said) Thank you, Master.

Master: Now I will give you an award. First, sit on your knees like a dog and open your mouth.

I turned into a dog and opened my mouth. Master pulled me hard and made me cough out some sticky spit and put it in my mouth and said “eat it quickly”. I felt very guilty and strange, but there was no other option so I ate it. Then Master said “this is what a really for you loser”. He sat on my back and said “come to the bathroom, let’s clean everything before the massage”. And I went to the bathroom. And I was there like a dog, Master first put my mouth in the toilet and started peeing, all the urine was coming on my mouth from the edge. Then he turned his face away from his feet and flushed. Afterward, I sprayed water from the hand shower all over his body and gave him a towel to dry.

Then I took Master on my back to the massage room, leaving me lying naked on the bed. Master said,

Master: “What’s the hurry, dog? First, take off your master’s clothes.”

Me: “Yes, Master.” I removed all of Master’s clothes except his underwear and stopped.

Then Master slapped me hard and said, “Dog, who will take off these underwear?”

Me: “Sorry, Master. I’m taking them off.”

Now Master and I were both naked, the only difference was that my body was smooth and Master’s was hairy. Master laughed and said, “Look you dirty dog, this is the difference between a man’s body and that of a cowardly fool like you. Now go and sleep on the bed, I will massage you dog”. And I went to sleep on my stomach, then Master slapped my ass hard and said, “What is the hurry to fuck your ass… whoever I will fuck, first enjoy yourself and sleep on your back”. And I did as Master said, Master went out for some time and came back with a rope.

Showing the ropes he said, “Your penis will have to be tied so that its semen does not fall out. There is no point in giving this kind of pleasure to a dirty dog ​​like you, only men can do this.” And laughingly he separated the balls and tied the penis tightly with a rope. It was paining a lot, and Master was enjoying it. After that he started hitting my penis hard, I was screaming in pain and started crying. Then Master slapped me hard and said, “The more you scream and cry, the more I will keep hitting your useless balls. So what do you have to think about now? If you cry too much, this penis of yours will not be erect forever. It is good that this happened, because you are a coward. Think and do not react.” After that Master kept hitting my balls and I did not even utter a sigh, I kept lying with my lips closed. I do not know how many times it counted, but when Master stopped hitting, my balls were hurting a lot, even the slight air felt like pain. After stopping, the owner massaged my stomach and feet. While my chest was being massaged, he squeezed my nipples like a boy and said, “It would be so much fun to enlarge these breasts of yours.”

As soon as the massage on the front was over, Master said, “Now lie down on your back side. First you will get a massage, then you will get a punishment, after that you will give me pleasure. You must be wondering why punishment, Master, I said it right, you idiot.” Shaking my hand, I said, “Yes, Master.” Master said, “Well, we Masters can punish dogs without any reason, and a dog cannot do anything, but this time the punishment is for two mistakes. First, you enjoyed yourself and did not give me anything. Second mistake, when Master was enjoying the marker on the ball, the dog yelled and stopped and spoiled Master’s mood. For the first mistake, you will be spanked 150 times on the back and for the second mistake, you will be spanked 150 times on both sides of the ass. 50 with the belt, 50 with the cane and 50 with either a hat or a scale. If you yell at all, then start from 1. And yes, one the point is to say the number after the spank and say “Thank you, Master, for the punishment.” If anything goes wrong, start from 1.

I was scared but now I had no option, I quietly lay down on my stomach, but I was not able to bear the pain of my balls and I could not even move. Master first applied oil on my stomach and massaged it lightly, then he massaged my buttocks by pressing it hard due to which my balls were hurting more, but I could not even scream. After half an hour, as my back side was completely shining with oil, Master said, “Come on whore, now it is time for punishment, get down and stay here like a dog, I have brought the belt, cane and scale.” I was in the same position for 15-20 minutes, even a minute was feeling very long, then I heard the sound of footsteps and the Master opened the door, And said, “I am starting now, don’t move from the position or else the consequences will be very bad” I said “Yes Master”, then the first strong spank came on the back with the belt, pressing my lips I said, “Thank you Master for punishment”, then the second one came, even harder than the first, in this way 50 were given, then Master said, “Now start from 1, I will beat one side of your ass and then the other” then 50-50 spanks were given on the ass with the belt. After that Master gave 50 with the cane and at last 50 with the scale. When Master stopped beating, there was burning and pain on the back side, and I could not control myself from crying. Then Master came forward and said with a raised face,

Master: Don’t cry, you faggot, now the punishment is over, now just give me some fun and you can get out. But it’s too late now, so order food for Master and my slave dog too.”

Me: Yes, Master

Master: Call this restaurant and order chicken noodles and chicken soup for Master, and ask for home delivery.

Me: Yes, Master

Master: But what food should I order for my slave dog?

Me: Whatever Master offers, that dog will happily eat.

Master: That’s the real slave dog thing. Okay, you made Master happy, order the same for yourself too.

Me: Yes, Master.

I called the restaurant and ordered food. 15-20 minutes later, someone knocked.

Master: Look, faggot, you have to collect the food, don’t worry. No need to collect naked, wear these disposable underwear.

Me: Thank you Master

Master: If the delivery guy is staring at you, don’t ignore him, show the dirty lust inside you.

Me: Please Master

Master: Slap me hard, do what I say, otherwise the consequences will be worse.

Me: Thank you Master

As I wore disposable underwear, the owner cut my backside completely short, so that my red butt was clearly visible. And fearfully, I opened the door. When I collected the parcel from the delivery guy, he grabbed my hand and said:

Delivery Guy: What a smooth and sexy whore you are.

Me: I gestured with my lips and my tongue out, and said, “Thank you.”

Delivery Guy: You loser, faggot only say “thank you.” Who will say “sir,” you whore?

Me: “Thank you, sir.”

And I took the food and turned inside. Just then, looking at my red butt, Sir said, 

Sir : It seems the owner has beaten my whore ass nicely.

Me: (Without looking) “Yes, Sir,” I started walking further inside.

Then Sir said, “You’ll only give pleasure to the Master, give it to the Sir too.”

Hearing this, Master came out and said, 

Master: Did that faggot pay?

Sir: No

Master: Hey, you faggot, who will pay?

Me: Sir, should I pay by GPay?

Sir: I told you on the phone, we only accept cash payments.

Me: Sorry, Sir, I didn’t bring my wallet.

Sir: So what should I do now? I need the money somehow.

Me: Sir, please, I request you. I’ll come back tomorrow morning and confirm.

Sir: Until then, what should I say to my boss?

Just then, Master intervened and said,

Master: If it makes you happy, then it’s okay?

Sir: Yes, of course, but I don’t have much time.

Master: Don’t worry, I’ll talk to your boss.

Master spoke with the restaurant owner and Sir got permission to stay here.

Master: Looking at me, now you have to please two Masters.

Me: Yes, Master.

Master: Before that, we’ll eat. Ku***, you’ll only get soup and our leftovers, because it’s your duty to stay hungry yourself, but never Master.

Me: Yes, Master.

Master: But you have to eat like a dog, not like a human.

Me: Yes, Master.

I became like a dog and Master kept the soup in front of me, and as I was about to start, Master said, “Hey you bastard, why are you in such a hurry, let me taste the food.” Saying this, Master spat in the soup 3-4 times and Sir also repeated it, and both of them started laughing. Then Master also put his finger in the soup and mixed everything and said, “Now start eating.” I quietly started licking with my tongue like a dog. Master and Sir both sat on the sofa and started eating by keeping my upper legs on them. In between they were also enjoying themselves, by kicking my ass, adding spit in the soup, pressing their feet on the edge. As soon as Master and Sir finished their food, they kept their leftover food in front of me and said go and finish it quickly. I quietly finished the whole food by licking it.

Master and Sir both sat on my back and said faggot let’s go to the room, and let’s have some real fun. As soon as we came in the room Master asked me to sit like a dog on the bed, and Master went to the back side, and put a finger in my pussy, it hurt a little but I had got used to it because of the online session. Master started putting his finger in and out, seeing that I was enjoying it Master put 2 fingers in, after putting in and out for 10-15 minutes, he put in 3 fingers and put them in and out for 10-15 minutes. Then Sir put a finger in as well, now it was paining a lot. But I remained quietly like that. Otherwise, I would have received the same punishment as the last one. Then Sir inserted a second finger, and Master started moving his head in and out. And after 15-20 minutes, Master said,

Master: “Come on, faggot, and give us a condom. We’ll fuck you, then you go home and we’ll also leave.”

Me: Scared, I said, “Sorry Master, but I don’t have a condom.”

Master: Slapped me hard on the ass and said, “How are you going to give me pleasure again, you faggot?”

Me: “Master, can I jerk you off?”

Master: I do that every day, I need something different.

Me: Master, can I suck you off and make you cum?

Master: I am happy, this is the real thing about being an asshole, but listen, you are not giving me real pleasure, that is why you will have to put this hairbrush in your ass and suck it, and untilwe ejaculate, it should not fall, if it falls then we will fuck you without a condom.

Me: Yes, Master

Master: And yes, until we cum, we’ll spit on your face. And I’ll cum on your face, and then I’ll wipe the oil off your body, and by then it’ll be all dry. And go home with that in your mouth.

Me: Yes, Master

Master put the entire hairbrush in with one jerk and came in front of me. The penis was 6 inches long, yet semi-hard. I wondered how long it would be once it was hard. Master started rubbing his penis on my neck and said, “Come on, dog, get to work now.” I took out my tongue and started licking the head, this excited the master even more and he said, “You are doing a great job, you idiot, continue like this and make your master happy.” After licking the head for 5-10 minutes, the penis was now fully erect and looked 8.5-9 inches long.

Then Sir also removed all his clothes and came in front of me, then I took Master’s penis in my hand and started licking the tip of Sir’s penis. Now Sir’s penis also became fully erect, his was also around 7.5-8 inches in size but it was much longer… Now I took Master’s penis in my mouth and Sir’s in my hand. It was very big so I was gagging, still I pushed myself and took it completely in my mouth. Master was enjoying it a lot. After 5-10 minutes like this, sometimes Master’s penis and sometimes Sir’s was sucking it. As Master said, Master and Sir kept spitting on the top and the edge of my mouth the whole time. My mouth and hair were filled with their spit. After sucking for 60-70 minutes, Master and Sir came to the top and started fucking my mouth vigorously together, due to which my saliva also came on my chick… After fucking my mouth vigorously for 5 minutes, Master and Sir dropped their semen on my top and mouth and said “dirty boy, you made me very happy”. After this the Sir went out.

Master wiped the oil with a towel and asked, “You idiot, are you thirsty?” I said, “Yes Master.” Master brought an empty bottle, I urinated in it and spat 2-4 times and said, “Come on, drink it, not even a single drop should fall.” I waved my hand and said yes and drank it all silently. Master spat on my face laughing and said, “You idiot.”

Master: Come on, it’s time to go now, I liked your service. Body wax + hair cut + massage together cost Rs. 6000 and to please Master, I gave him a tip of Rs. 1000.

I paid and was leaving when Master grabbed my hand and said,

Master: Will you make me a dog and serve me tonight?

Me: Sorry Master, today was enough.

Master: Don’t be afraid, dog, I won’t expose you, and I won’t even ask you to stay with me. All you have to do is come to my house from the office, clean the place, wash the dishes, wash the clothes, and prepare food. I’ll be back by then, and then you can serve me, like licking my feet, massaging my feet, etc. I’ll beat your ass every day, and I’ll pay you 3000-5000 rupees a day for it, will you tell me?

Me: I’m thinking, Master

Master: Don’t think, dog, you won’t get an offer like this again. 3000 a day means 90000 a month and if you work full day on weekends then you will get more. And don’t worry about privacy, I will not expose you.

Me: Okay Master. But Master, I have a request.

Me: Please don’t fuck my ass.

Master: How is that possible, how will you enjoy it, don’t worry, I will fuck you with a condom every day. It will hurt 1-2 times but you will enjoy it after that.

Me: Okay Master.

Master: Are you definitely ready?

Me: Yes Master.

Master: This is the dirty bitch thing. I am thinking of ordering a chastity device and a butt plug for you. Chastity so that your penis remains useless and you remain loyal to me, butt plug so that you will always feel that there is something in your ass. Now before leaving, lick and clean the master’s feet and shoes too.

Me: Yes, Master.

Cleaned Master’s shoes and feet by licking.

My face and mouth were completely sticky because of dried cum and spit. When I came downstairs, I saw that it was 12:20 in the night. I thought, it was good that no one would see my spit and cum dried face and head, and my hairless body too. I ran back to the flat and first went into the shower. The water was warm and cold, so I didn’t even think about it and cleaned myself. When I calmed down, I thought, what should I do? Should I go tomorrow or not? After thinking for a while, I finally decided that I’m leaving. Whatever happens will be seen.

As planned, I went to the owner’s house, did all the work, prepared food, and the Master arrived. I served him, licked his feet, his shoes, drank his urine, and ate his food. I got his leftovers and spit out food, and he asked me to eat that too like a dog. Today, the Master fucked me without a condom and broke my virginity. While leaving, the Master sat on his sofa and said, “Faggot, you’re unlucky. I have to go to my hometown tomorrow morning for a month or two; there is a personal medical emergency. I’ve enjoyed spending two days with you. I’ll call you when I return.”

I returned home disgruntled. A couple of months passed, and then COVID struck. When everything reopened after COVID, I went to the spa and learned that Yunus Master had moved on. I was sad, and I couldn’t even find his contact number. But I was happy about one thing: my first real experience was very exciting.

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The movers were like they stepped out of a porn; gym-bodied, aromatic after what must have been a hard day, and loads of deep-voiced low-brow bro-speak.

I’d had to part with the adjustable-height desk I bought when we moved five years ago; it got a sudden attack of priapism when I had it raised (it wouldn’t go down).   My inner cheapskate tried a bar stool; my chin was basically at the desktop.  The manufacturer’s “support” rep had said it would cost more to repair it than to buy a replacement.  Over two grand for five years’ use?  I’d buy someone else’s product, probably pay more, be sure I had an extended warranty, and expect more.  Which is exactly what I did; and what was being delivered with a bonus for us.

“Nice place, sir,” the thickly-muscled furred one with Murph on his very well-fitting shirt said as his head swiveled and his eyes roamed when I took them to my study.

He stopped in the foyer briefly to pointedly look at the great beach photo of the three of us from San Diego that got a lot of looks from guys visiting.  “Friends?  That here in Jax Beach or somewhere?”

I didn’t point-out that obviously it was somewhere and he had meant to say ‘somewhere else.’  “San Diego earlier this year; my husband and our boyfriend.”

His head snapped up and he looked me up and down with scrutiny like he was reassessing me … and cruising me.  Then he grinned and said, “Great photo.”  I let that go without reaction other than a smile.

I led them to the study a ways farther and took them in and pointed to the desk they were removing.  “It has a terminal case of priapism,” I told them provocatively.  Murph snorted; the other younger guy who didn’t have a name on his shirt said, “Huh?”

“What Brianne wishes you had,” Murph told him.  While unnamed guy huh’d again Murph said, “We’ll have this out of here in no time and can start bringing the new one in.  It’s going to be a good half-hour to get this monster disassembled; then a lot of in-and-out before we assemble your new one.  I’ll let you know when we’ll need to go in and out so you can corral that adorable pooch of yours.”  Honestly I heard him but my lizard brain was stuck on in-and-out.

They had it in pieces and out in less than a half-hour.  They had brought-in the several pieces of the new desk and I followed the last one in.  I wanted to see how the new shade of light walnut fit in my study with the ash of the other pieces, the legs of my recliner, and my prized possession a table that once held Joan Crawford’s notorious tumblers of vodka on the rocks.  A true gay treasure.  

As they removed the bungees and moving pads and revealed the too-expensive pieces I’d splurged on I was relieved at the color-continuity.  I also enjoyed the site of both of them in form-fit uniforms moving around with bulging muscles and other bulges under the khaki fabric.

“Looks great in here,” Murph said as if he was reading my mind.

Then the unnamed one asked if he could use “the facilities.”  I showed him the door to the pool bathroom as opposed to my bathroom in my study and went back to see Murph bending over and peering at some packing on the edge of the surface of the side piece of the desk; I later saw that was the control panel to raise and lower it.  What an ass in his straining uniform pants!   I was transfixed and when he stood suddenly and turned toward me I was caught still staring.

“Anything you uh need?” I stammered sheepishly.

He smirked at me.  SMIRKED.  “Maybe later; I’ve got your phone number.  Down-low for now; just give me and my helper some room to work without ummm distraction?”  Again that appraising glance from my head to my crotch.

I heard the toilet flush and snapped my head around toward the pool bathroom with an even guiltier look.  I looked back to Murph.  “We cool bro?” he asked as I heard the door open.

“I’ll just be within ear-shot outside with our dog if you need me,” I said and rushed past the returning mover toward the other end of the house.

I found Kent in his study looking intently at one of his three monitors.  Far more handsome than the mover; as built as the mover in a leaner more swimmer or baseball-player way.  The appraisal was easy as Kent hadn’t bothered with clothes when the delivery men had come in the gate.  Damn I’m a lucky guy.  “I think the hot mover just said he’d be back for some fun when he was alone,” I said when Kent looked over to see me smiling.

He smiled.  “Have I told you lately how handsome you are even in clothes when you cover that SMOKIN’ hot bod of yours?”

I wobbled a little on knees that always go weak when my husband compliments me and particularly when he looks at me like a meal.  “No wonder the mover wants you,” he added.  “OR he’s working it for a big tip,” Kent said with his usual keen sense.  I realized he was probably right.  “Or more likely both seeing as what’s on offer,” Kent said with a smirk.  “Care to close the door and give me some of that?”  I didn’t give Nigel a second thought all alone out on the lanai.

A very short thirty-seven minutes later my ass had been pounded hard enough that I did give a second thought to the noise possibly carrying through the house.  I was pulling-up my shorts over my dripping ass when I heard the mover calling my name.  “Just in time,” I said with a giggle.

Kent kissed me with his slimy still-hard dick waving.  “Any time is just in time hon,” he said and gave my ass a squeeze.

As it turned-out they were far from finished; he just wanted to confirm I wanted the desk in the same location and position as they began to join pieces.  And as it further turned-out they did an amazing job, the desk looks and works great, and I tipped them more tha handsomely.

It was almost two weeks later when I unexpectedly got a text from Murph Friday night while we were watching an interview with Michelle Obama on the lanai.  I’d written off his comment the day they delivered the desk as what Kent had supposed; flirting to get the big tip.  It had been reinforced; particularly when he’d looked me over, sniffed, and adjusted himself that day when I went in response to him calling for me.   He obviously knew I was freshly-fucked and grinned with clear understanding … and approval.

The text was from the number I’d gotten the call from the day they were delivering when they had trouble finding our address  inside the country club; corner lots’ addresses!  The message included a photo first of a fat dick-head either just removed from a hairy bubble butt and gaping red puffy cummy hole or about to be the next one in.  The text itself said simply, “I have some free time this weekend.”

I voice-commanded the television to pause the play and casted my phone to the screen.  “Whoa!” Kent said as Daniel said, “Beaut!” to the full-screen of the photo.  “Someone we know?” Kent asked with a smirk.

I thumbed to the message and the furniture store name I’d applied to the number a week before.  Kent laughed.  “My money was on your appeal all along babe,” my husband said with a grin.

“Oh the tradie?” Daniel asked.

“Apparently,” I said.

“Which bloke is he?” Daniel asked like we’d know.  He knew it was just the conversation that day; there’d been no shedding of clothes … not theirs anyway.

“I’m hoping it’s both and that’s an offer,” Kent said.

I laughed and Daniel exclaimed, “Bonza!” with feeling.

“It’s supposed to be eighty Sunday; invite them for some afternoon pool fun?” Kent suggested.

I took a selfie of the three of us naked on the big lounge and left my phone screen projected to the television while I sent it back.  Without any message to him he texted back, “Is that an invitation?  And how is it you’re not freezing those big nuts off?”

We laughed and I hit the button to FaceTime him.  He was obviously driving when he answered; the video was from a dash mount in what looked like a pick-up.  “Thanks; this is easier because I’m driving.”

“We can see that,” I told him and laughed.  “So yeah it’s an invitation; but a couple of questions.  Which are you in the pic you sent?  And is your offer the both of you or just you?”

“I don’t think the closet case I just balled would be up for it.  That was the Home Depot men’s room; a married guy I occasionally meet there.”

“NICE!” Kent said.  “And maybe he would be.  Worth an ask.”

Murph gave a smile toward the phone.  “We haven’t met yet but I can tell you’re a smart fucker!”

“He’s a right smart fucker,” Daniel added.  “Both of my men are!”

I wondered if it was territorial.  “Says the rocket scientist about the technologist and me the lowly CPA.”

“This is one hot slumming scene with the blue collar delivery guy we’ve got brewing here,” Murph said.  “When are you thinking?”

“Where are you driving to now?” Kent asked.

“What happened to the pool on Sunday?” Daniel asked.

Kent put his hand on Daniel’s hard-hewn abs.  “Since when have you been patient”

“Fair point,” Daniel laughed.

“I’ve got a family commitment now; that Sunday offer sounds good though.  I usually hit the gym around nine on Sundays; could go earlier and have time to shower and get over to your side of town fresh and clean at say ten-thirty?”

“Counter-offer,” I said.  “You shower BEFORE the gym and get yourself clean outside AND inside.”  I let that hang there a minute and heard him grunt.  “Then you hit the gym and come straight here from there; all pumped and ready to be pumped.”

“FUCK dudes!  You want me sweaty?” he asked nearly moaning.  “That’s fuckin’ hot.  And a problem since I’m on my way to dinner with my mom and I doubt this wood is going to go down with a hot sweaty session with three studs on my mind!”

“Hell,” Kent chimed in.  “We saw that photo, thought it was you with at least one load in you, and we wanted you that way.”

“Dudes!  Not helping!”

We laughed.  “Have a nice dinner with your mom.  And wear a dirty jock-strap Sunday,” I told him.

“Wear the one you keep by your bed and wank into,” Daniel suggested.

“You have a cam feed from my bedroom or something?”

“Definitely wear that one for your workouts until we see you and then wear it to come and see us!” Kent added.

Sunday morning arrived.  We all woke with morning wood as usual and were one load in each when I protested.  “If I’m gonna have anything left for Murph when he gets here I need to tap-out now!”

Kent said, “You fuckin’ know that’s not true.”

“I’m pushing sixty!” I protested.

“A right hot sixty and several years to go mate,” Daniel said and took my balls in his hand.

And my protests ignored, after another round we finally texted Murph.  “We’re all sweaty and cummy.  Wish you were here already.”  A selfie of the three of us disheveled and satisfied on our bed accompanied the text.

Murph’s response was immediate.  A selfie of his fat hard-on ready for action.

“ETA?”

“Have a few more sets here.  Might be delayed if you keep my cock riled.”

“We can give you a work-out you’ll never forget,” I sent back.

“Have mercy!  I’m not built like you and it takes me working hard to not end up pudgy.”  A short interval and then another text from him.  “Fuck it I won’t be the first guy working out with a boner.  C ya soon.”

“Plenty of after-work-out protein awaits you here,” I sent mercilessly.

“Grrrrrrrrrrr” was what we got back.

We didn’t shower.  If Murph wanted to we’d do it together in the large wet room we’d designed with such hopeful purpose in mind.  We stunk in the bad/good way men stink after strenuous sex; sweat and cum and all man.

We all met him at the door; including Nigel who greeted him like a returning hero bypassing the sniffs and checks and going in for a jump into his thickly-muscled arms and licking his face and neck.  “This pup is major adorable,” Murph said holding Nigel close.   “His dads aren’t anything to scoff at either!”   He gave each of us appraising looks head to toe; mostly in between.

As the sweaty pumped visitor set our dog to the floor more gently than his exuberant squirming warranted I took note of his thick hairy legs bared today, the deep scoop of the neck of his soaked tank, the cleft between epic pecs, the rippling muscles of his cantalope-sized shoulders, the tightness of his sweat-streaked shorts, and the enormous bulge in front and perfect globes of his ass in back.  “Mmmmmmmm,” came Kent’s appraisal to my left.  To my right only audible heavy breathing from Daniel.

Murph came up to his five-nine height and was giving Daniel and Kent intense scrutiny.  I momentarily wondered if I was to be ignored as the butcher’s scrap in favor of the prime cuts.  Until Murph turned his gaze to me and devoured me with his eyes; slowly and deliberately.  His tented crotch made his assessment clear.

It was as if we were in a slo-mo scene; nothing audible but breathing.  Even Nigel seemed frozen in place as the primary action in the scene slo-mo’d forward.  Murph’s appraisal of me continued until Kent cleared his throat and threw his arm around my shoulders; the blast of his pit-stink jolting me and going straight to my sac.

“You obviously like what you see.  Can’t say it isn’t mutual.”

Murph looked at Kent with a sly grin.  “Weeks before Christmas; but this might be the best present ever.”

Daniel stepped up and put his hand under the bottom hem of Murph’s tank and rubbed his abs.  “Strong core,” he said grinning.

Murph clamped his strong arm around Daniel and pulled him close.  He inhaled deeply.  “You make my ‘nads ache,” he said ineloquently.  “I caught a blow-job at the gym just to take the edge off and not cum the minute I got naked with you studs like a horny teen.”

We laughed and Daniel’s hand lowered and went under the sweaty waist of Murph’s shorts until he grunted as our boy took hold.  “Thick as you Al!” was Daniel’s assessment.  As I stood watching our boy fondle the visitor’s goods my own dick seemed determined to show the comparison.  With another sudden grunt from Murph Daniel added, “Big hairy bollocks too.”

Murph clapped a hand onto Daniel’s hard butt-cheek.  “Son you keep doing that and I might just finish off right here right now.”  The irony was that Daniel probably had five or more years on Murph.

“Get those fuckin’ clothes off and get into our bedroom,” Kent said with a chuckle and pointed in the general direction of our rooms.

Daniel helped by pulling Murph’s shorts and jock-strap down as he sunk to his knees in front of him.  Murph was average length but very thick and had a massive set of balls as Daniel had felt.  His stub was so veiny and curved it almost looked knotted.  A huge head under a thick fully-over-hanging foreskin looked wet and ready.

Daniel inhaled deeply and sighed loudly.  Kent and I came to Murph’s sides and pulled his tank up and over his hairy core and bulging pecs until it was over his head and discarded.  Murph cast a furtive backward glance at the front door.  “You really can’t see anything in here from the street,” he said as if surprised.

“We could fuck you right here over that table there,” I said pointing to the side table to the edge of the foyer, “and nobody would see you unless the Amazon delivery guy or UPS shows up.”

“And have too,” I added.

Murph chuckled as he kicked-off his sneakers.  “I’ve heard about UPS and FedEx and Amazon drivers having some unscheduled deliveries if ya know what I mean.  Bet you’re popular with them.”  He took hold of Kent’s half-hard monster and my full hard-on.  “Very popular I’m sure,” he said.

“Think you’re up to it?” Kent asked him and apparently took hold of Murph’s butt based on another grunt.

“Do I look like a guy who gets myself into situations I can’t handle?” he threw back in a growling tone and puffed his chest out.

Kent said in an equally growly voice:  “What you look like is breakfast!”

“What he looks like is a man who’s about to be fucked three ways from Sunday,” I said.

“Bring it!  I’m fully ready if you get my drift.”

“Get the fuck in our bedroom!” Kent said and pushed Murph.

Daniel came up with one of Murph’s gym socks at his nose and a dreamy look on his gorgeous face.  Daniel had been exploring his enjoyment of feet more and more lately; this was the most blatant I’d seen him give into it and it sent a jolt of excitement to my balls watching him.  I pulled him to me as we made our way to our rooms and kissed his neck.

“Fuck your crib is nice!” Murph said as we got into our bedroom.

“Crib?  Seriously?” Kent asked in surprise.

Murph blushed and grinned.  “I’m the senior and work with young new installers every damn day.  Sorry for the Gen Z speak but it wears-off.”

“How much of that nubile young ass do you sample?” Kent asked.  “Bet plenty of them want some of this beef.”  Kent slapped Murph’s furry steely abs.

“Not one not ever!” Murph said adamantly.  My j-o-b comes first and I intend to keep it that way.  Believe me it’s not easy when you spend all days with these young bucks lying about all the pussy they get while they’re eyeing my crotch and ass.”

Kent pushed Murph face down over the edge of our bed and bent and sampled his sweaty hole.  “OH FUCK!” Murph exclaimed.

To Daniel, “You’re gonna blow a wad in this hairy hole first boy.  So get up there and have this bitch suck you wet so you don’t damage him going in.”

Murph again exclaimed, “OH FUCK ME!” as Kent shoved his face back between those thick furry cheeks and regained his target.  Daniel scrambled onto the bed and got on his knees in front of Murph who eagerly sucked Daniel’s drooling dick in with a long groan of satisfaction from both of them.

The muscular expanse of Murph’s back was impressive; as was the pelt of fur that stretched from shoulder to shoulder and down the middle of his back.  This man did not make any effort to disguise his masculinity with manscaping.  The thatch of thick curly fur at the small of his back was dense and dark; I wondered how it would feel tickling my groin as I pounded his hole.  Which brought me back to the moment; I was at a loss for what to do as my men were both occupied with our visitor.

Having already blown two wads I could pleasurably spectate.  As the senior member of the group I accept that my performance cannot equal theirs; despite the occasional peaks of unexpected achievement which my two sexy men elicit from me.  Still, my dick was hard as steel and dripping; apparently I was at one of those elicited junctures.

Murph was going to town on Daniel to the extent that I wondered if he might take the prize orally before Daniel mounted him.  “Get the fuck inside him Daniel!” I barked as I pushed him out of the way and shoved my dick into Murph’s slobbery mouth.

Daniel wasted no time nor did Kent in making way for Daniel to shove himself inside Murph’s sopping cunt.  “NNNNNNNNMMMMGGGGHHHHHHH!” Murph granted at the intrusion with his mouth full of my dick.

I held fast on his head and pushed his limits as I intruded his throat just enough to panic him.  “Easy boy; we’re just getting started,” I told him and eased back some momentarily before the next thrust.

As Daniel is wont to do he was pounding Murph aggressively.   As talented a bottom as Daniel is his topping skills are singular; the fortunate aspect being that his pleasure topping is fractional compared to his pleasure bottoming so he can pound away for a good while before he’s done.

Kent was more resourceful than I at figuring out where to be in this melee.  He had crawled up on the bed behind me, gotten on his back, and gotten his head underneath me so that he could tea-bag me.   He also slicked his two middle fingers and worked my hole as I worked Murph’s mouth and throat.  Kent’s mastery of my body gave me maximum excitement though with no danger of my conclusion.

Similarly Murph’s apparent oral unfamiliarity with big thick dicks was posing no danger of me finishing prematurely that way either.  His gagging and coughing was deceiving; his eagerness overshadowed his limitations, and he had no apparent desire to be gone easy on.

I was regularly invading his throat and jamming myself as deep into him as possible; the cadence was a bit moderated by his gags and convulsions.  But when I pulled out and ask if he was okay he took one of those thick arms and yanked my dick back into his mouth and drove himself down until his nose jammed violently into my bush.  Asked and answered.  I proceeded to skull-fuck him with little concern.

“Fuck I’m gonna spoof!” Daniel suddenly shouted.  I felt Murph’s body jolt in my direction with Daniel’s last thrust hard into him, and watched our boy’s beautiful face as it contorted in his release.

I backed off Murph’s mouth in time for him to growl, “Give me every drop boy!”

Daniel cums a ton even when it’s his third of the morning.   My own dick twitched as I watched him shutter with every pump of his juice into Murph’s hot waiting hole.  “FUCK!” Murph exclaimed.  “Feels like gallons and I can feel every pulse of his rod.”

Daniel finally twitched violently and pulled back suddenly; a welp came from Murph as Daniel broke free.  “Intense!” was all Daniel could say panting.

“Get back up here and let him clean you off,” was my instruction.  I crawled off the bed and replaced Daniel in position behind Murph.  I rubbed my fat wet knob against Murph’s cummy hole and teased him.

Murph was sucking lasciviously and gyrating his hole against my tip; he wanted it bad.  But I could tell despite the recent use that he was not ready for a rough intrusion of someone my size.

“Relax Murph!” I said sharply to get his attention and gave him a strong slap on his hairy bubble ass-cheek.

“OY! Watch that! I’d prefer my knob stays attached and not bit off in his gob!” Daniel yelled as Murph jerked from the impact.

Fuck it. “Hold on!” I told both of them.

“Now you’re on the right track,” Kent said to me with a wink.  He was behind Daniel kissing his neck and fingering him while Murph licked him clean.

I SHOVED in; one shove and held. Murph bucked hard and gave a muffled scream that morphed into a growl.  “Teasing me you fucker?  Think I can’t take it like a man?”

Game ON! I drove in DEEP and ignored his clenching hole and channel desperately trying to keep me out.  Another scream/growl louder that time and then, “FUUUUUUUUCK!”

“That a request or a protest?” I taunted him.

“Asks the guy who’s got a fuckin’ flag-pole shoved up my guts!”

I pulled back almost painfully he was so tight.  His groan was long and loud; but he ended with, “Come on; I’m no snowflake!”

Who am I to deny a guest in my home.  I began rhythmically pounding his TIGHT hot ass.  He groaned with each thrust and moaned with each withdrawal.  Kent had Daniel leaning back against him and was stroking Daniel’s hard-on with his right hand while he tweaked Daniel’s left nipple and kissed his neck.

“He’s beautiful when he’s fucking isn’t our Al?” Kent said low into Daniel’s ear.

“Oh fuck yeah!” Daniel said in the throes of rapture from Kent’s ministrations.

Without the encumbrance of Daniel’s dick in his mouth Murph was partially reared-up and pushing back into my every thrust.  He was so fucking tight that the friction burned like fire.  It was intoxicating and I couldn’t stop myself from nearly manically pounding him.

Murph’s cries, moans, grunts, and groans were continuous; as were his counter-moves which doubled the force of my thrusts.  He had his right hand furiously stroking himself and he occasionally articulated words; several times, “Fuck!  Like that! or “YEAH THERE!”

The latter came as a long wail when he finally shot his load all over the bed.  His chute spasmed with contractions around me and pulled me toward my own climax.  But it was Daniel who’d maneuvered himself to get Kent inside him while Kent continued to stroke him who blasted next.

“Yeah FUCKKKKKKKK!” he shouted and let loose with an impressive shot that caught Murph’s face directly.

Murph was still bucking through his own release but when Daniel’s sperm drenched his face he dove back onto Daniel’s hard-on to catch the subsequent blasts.  The change in angle added to the friction on my dick and I was letting loose up the visitor’s hole myself.

I cried out and pumped my seed into Murph while I slapped his ample ass.  He slurped every drop until Daniel was shrieking from over-sensitivity.  And then he shrieked as Kent roughly pulled out of him and ran around to where I was.  “I’m gonna blow in him too.”

I moved aside with a snide, “Three actually,” and let Kent push into the gooey mess that was Murph’s hole.

“CHRIST!” he grunted.  “Feels like a Dodge Ram going up there.”

Kent pounded him for longer than I’d thought he’d last.  Daniel had laid back on the bed and was watching and I stood dumbly beside watching Kent’s mammoth member saw in and out of him.  Murph taunted him, “COME ON!” and Kent finally drove in with one final brutal thrust and a loud groan.  “FUCK YEAH!” Murph shouted as Kent added his DNA to the flood already in him.

When Kent was done he staggered back and plopped out of Murph’s brutalized hole.  A huge PLOP accompanied it along with a stream of seed flowing out and plopping onto the floor.  “I feel open enough to fist!” Murph said reaching back to feel his gaping butt-lips.  “Holy fuck I might be!”

I had caught Kent and guided him back toward the bed where he settled in a heap next to Murph and reached over to Daniel.

Murph surprised me by saying, “I got another round I need to blow here.  Mind if I use your beautiful boy’s hole?”

Daniel’s eyes went wide and his grin was wider.  “His choice,” I said.  And with that Daniel flipped around and got his knees back to his chest.

“There’s your answer.”

Murph mounted Daniel gently.  He rubbed his drooling knob all over Daniel’s recently-fucked hole and finally pushed in.  Daniel moaned and clutched at Murph’s muscles and fucked up into him.  “Damn he’s fine!” Murph exclaimed as he began thrusting.

“Come on daddy!” Daniel urged.  “Fuckin’ fill me up!”

Murph’s muscle-packed fire-plug frame wasn’t elegant as he reamed Daniel; but it was powerful and sweaty and their mutual grunts and exclamations reverberated in my sac.  I’d laid down basically on Kent and he was holding me tight as we watched the shared rapture.

It went on for a while until Daniel began stroking himself and repeatedly urging Murph to “Fuck it out of me.”  Apparently Murph’s drastically curved dick was doing something right because Daniel finally shouted, “COME ON DADDY!  Shoot with me!” and with another few strokes was blasting another fountain.

“Oh Christ!” Murph moaned and reached down and pulled Daniel up into a bear hug as he jerkily pounded out a few final thrusts and exhaled a long moan as his body twitched.

Daniel turned to us.  “He’s thick like you,” he said dreamily as his arms clutched Murph’s thick neck.

When Murph was apparently finished making his deposit he gently laid Daniel back and slowly pulled his softening nub out.  He flopped back across the foot of the bed.  “Fuck Jesus!” he gasped.

“Two things best kept separate,” Kent said dryly.

Murph was momentarily stumped.  Daniel sniggered.  I rolled my eyes.

“You don’t bottom much do you?” I asked Murph.

“I’ll say this.  That was three times the number of times I’ve bottomed all year.”  He paused.  “Probably all of last year.  My ex broke-up with me on New Year’s eve the year before; he was pretty much a total top.”

“Sorry about the break-up,” Kent said with genuine empathy.

“Baaaaaah,” Murph scoffed.  “Goddamn fucker; about all he was good for was those seven and a half inches.  Thought he was God’s gift.  He should meet you two,” he said and then snapped his head to Daniel.  “No offense to the pretty boy here.  You fucked me better than Ace ever did.”

“Ace?” Kent snorted.

“I know right?  What was I thinking?  I was thinking with my fuck-hole that’s what it was!”

“I for one think that fuck-hole is bonza!” Daniel chimed-in.

Murph snapped his head to us.

“It means super in American,” Kent said.

“Right back atcha you beautiful stud you!” Murph said to Daniel who beamed.  “Have you ever done any modeling?”

“You mean like OnlyFans?  Yeah I … “

“I meant like Polo or Tommy Hilfiger.  You’re gorgeous.  FUCK!  You all are!”

“Okay maybe let’s ease off on that.  It already reeks of fucking and man in here; I’d hate for it to start stinking of bull-shit!” Kent said.

Murph grinned sheepishly.  “You’re all handsome.  And I already got railed better than I can ever remember.  Mostly I don’t lie.  I was kind of surprised you gave me the opening Al.”

“Al gives his openings pretty freely,” Kent teased.

“Speaking of,” I said with an edge toward redirecting that comment, “what’s the over-under on coaxing that thick club of yours back to another round?  I’ve got an OPENING that has an urge.”

As Murph said he might need a little time his fat stub of a dick started to grow.  “Don’t be fooled; he never backs down from a challenge but I know I need some time.”

“How about a shower and then some food and pool time?” I countered and got up.

“Yeah!  What the fuck?  You promised me a few loads of pure protein for after my work-out!”

I put my arm out to grab Murph’s wrist and hoist him up.  “I didn’t say it would be orally ingested.  Consider that suppository delivery!” I joked.  And there’s at least two men here who can deliver on the oral delivery shortly.”

“Consider us volunteered,” Kent said and gave Daniel a hand to make all of us standing.

“In the army we called that ‘voluntold’!” Murph joked as we went into our bathroom.  “But I’ll say that’s better than anything I was ever voluntold in the army.”

I’d been worried that we might not have anything to talk about over lunch and some recovery time in the pool.  At least we could talk about the army.

As it turned-out there was no lack of conversation … and not much of it compared to the next rounds that didn’t get put off for long.

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The old leather couch creaked softly under Rex’s weight as he settled deeper into its well-worn cushions. It was a familiar sound in this living room, a space that smelled faintly of wood polish and the lingering trace of Rex’s cologne from earlier in the day. He had always been particular about his appearance, even when it was just him and Eddy spending the afternoon together. At thirty-five, Rex carried himself with a quiet confidence, his trim, hairy body filling out his plaid shirt and jeans in a way that made him look both rugged and approachable. His mustache was neatly groomed, and the light stubble on his jaw gave him a laid-back charm. His white sneakers, pristine despite the day’s wear, contrasted sharply with the dark fabric of his jeans, and the edges of his white crew socks peeked out teasingly.

Eddy sat beside him, his lanky frame sprawled comfortably across the couch. At twenty, he still had the boyish energy of someone on the cusp of adulthood, but there was a hint of something more in his piercing blue eyes—a curiosity that Rex had noticed over the years, though they’d never spoken openly about it. Eddy’s shaggy brown hair fell in loose waves over his forehead, and his long-sleeve t-shirt hugged his slender frame snugly. His black jeans were worn in all the right places, and his Converse sneakers, scuffed at the toes, rested idly on the coffee table. The black crew socks he wore were barely visible beneath the hem of his pants, but Rex had caught glimpses of them throughout the day, and the sight had stirred something deep within him.

They’d been spending days like this for years, ever since Eddy was old enough to come over after school. Back then, it was simple: video games, snacks, and endless conversations about nothing in particular. But as Eddy grew older, their dynamic shifted subtly. They still laughed and joked as they always had, but there was an undercurrent of something else now—a tension that neither of them acknowledged but couldn’t ignore. Today, it felt palpable, hanging in the air like static before a storm.

Rex stretched his legs out further, crossing one ankle over the opposite knee in a move that seemed casual but was anything but. His white sneaker dangled precariously close to Eddy’s lap, the edge of his sock teasingly visible. Eddy’s gaze flicked downward for the briefest moment before he looked away, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. Rex noticed, of course—he always noticed—and a small, knowing smile played at the corners of his mouth.

The room was quiet except for the low hum of the television in the background, but neither of them were paying attention to it. Rex leaned back, his arm slung casually over the back of the couch, and turned to Eddy with a glint in his eye. “So,” he began, his voice smooth and deliberate, “how’s the dating scene treating you these days?”

Eddy laughed nervously, running a hand through his hair. “Uh, not great,” he admitted. “I mean, I’m not exactly swimming in options.”

Rex chuckled, his mustache twitching slightly. “Yeah? Well, sometimes it’s better to wait for the right person. Or… maybe the right experience.” His tone was light, but there was something in his words that made Eddy’s stomach flutter.

They fell silent for a moment, the weight of unspoken words pressing between them. Then, almost as if he couldn’t help himself, Rex shifted again, uncrossing his legs only to rest one foot on Eddy’s thigh instead. The movement was slow, deliberate, and Eddy’s breath hitched as he felt the warmth of Rex’s sneaker pressing against him.

“You know,” Rex said thoughtfully, his voice low and steady, “there are all kinds of ways to connect with someone. Sometimes it’s not about dating at all.” His eyes locked onto Eddy’s, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away.

Eddy swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the heat radiating from Rex’s foot even through the layers of fabric between them, and the way Rex was looking at him—it was like he could see straight into Eddy’s soul.

“Yeah,” Eddy managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. “I guess it’s… complicated.”

“Complicated how?” Rex prodded, a knowing smirk playing on his lips beneath the light stubble of his mustache.

“Just… I don’t know. I hook up sometimes, but it’s never… I don’t know what I’m looking for.” Eddy finally glanced over, his blue eyes flickering with a hint of uncertainty.

Rex chuckled softly. “I know that feeling. Sometimes you just want… a specific thing. Something simple. No strings.” He let his foot bob up and down, the movement deliberately casual. The cuff of his jeans rode up just enough to reveal a thick band of white crew sock.

“Yeah,” Eddy breathed out, his gaze dropping for a split second to his uncle’s ankle before snapping back to the screen. “Something like that.”

“Guys?” Rex asked, his tone leaving no room for judgment, only curiosity.

Eddy’s throat worked as he swallowed. “Sometimes. You?”

A slow, wide grin spread across Rex’s face. “Sometimes.” He let the word hang in the air between them, thick and heavy. He uncrossed his legs and recrossed them the other way, this time letting his sneaker-clad foot land deliberately on the couch cushion, just inches from Eddy’s thigh. The white cotton peeked out from the well-worn sneaker. “Everyone’s got their things, you know? Their… particular tastes.”

Eddy’s breathing seemed to hitch. He was staring openly now, his eyes glued to the simple white sock. “What… what are yours?”

Rex’s grin turned into something more predatory, more teasing. He wiggled his foot, the sneaker flexing. “Oh, I don’t know. I appreciate the little details. The… textures.” He watched Eddy’s Adam’s apple bob again. “What about you, Eddy? What gets you going? What’s that specific thing you’re looking for?”

“I…” Eddy’s voice was barely a whisper. He was hard, he could feel the insistent pressure against the seam of his black jeans, and he was suddenly, acutely aware of the black crew socks encasing his own feet. “I like… I really like…”

“Go on,” Rex murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “You can tell me.”

“Socks,” Eddy blurted out, his face flushing a deep, mortified red. “I have a thing for… socks. Clean ones, worn ones… just… fuck.”

Instead of laughing, Rex’s eyes darkened with interest. He slowly, deliberately, pushed his foot closer until the side of his sneaker brushed against Eddy’s denim-clad thigh. Eddy jerked at the contact, a soft moan escaping his lips.

“Yeah?” Rex breathed. “Tell me what you like about them.”

“The way they look,” Eddy gasped, his own hips giving a tiny, involuntary thrust against nothing. “The way they feel… the smell after a long day. It’s so… so fucking masculine.” He was begging now, his words tumbling out in a rush. “Yoursocks, Uncle Rex… I’ve… I’ve thought about it.”

Rex let out a low, throaty groan, the sound vibrating through his chest like a rumble of thunder. “Christ, kid,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire. He shifted his body deliberately, moving with a slow, almost predatory grace until they were both stretched out along the length of the couch. Their heads rested on opposite arms, their bodies angled toward each other in a way that felt both intimate and charged. Rex’s sneaker-clad feet landed squarely in Eddy’s lap, while Eddy’s Converse-covered feet pressed firmly against Rex’s thighs.

The tension between them was unbearable now—a taut wire ready to snap. Rex could feel the hard outline of Eddy’s cock pressing against the sole of his white sneaker, a sensation that sent a jolt of heat straight to his own groin. Eddy’s breath hitched as he felt the unmistakable ridge of Rex’s erection pushing back against the bottom of his shoe. His hips twitched involuntarily, and he bit down on his lower lip to stifle a moan.

Rex’s eyes locked onto Eddy’s, dark and hungry, as he flexed his foot slightly, applying just enough pressure to make Eddy’s breath catch. “You feel that, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice low and husky. Eddy nodded shakily, his blue eyes wide with a mixture of anticipation and need. The air between them crackled with electricity, their bodies coiled tight with unspoken desire. Every movement was deliberate, every touch charged with the weight of everything they hadn’t yet said—or done.

They were so close, their legs tangled and their bodies stretched out in mirrored positions, and the tension between them was a living, breathing thing. Rex’s foot pressed harder, and Eddy’s hips bucked in response, a soft whimper escaping his lips. “God, Uncle Rex…” Eddy breathed, his voice trembling with want. Rex’s grin was slow and wicked, his own body aching with the same desperate need. They were teetering on the edge now, the anticipation almost too much to bear.

Rex ground his foot down softly, and Eddy cried out, his head falling back against the couch arm. “You like that? You like feeling my dick through my shoe while you talk about my socks?”

“Yes,” Eddy whimpered. “God, yes. I want to see them. I want to smell them. Please.”

The anticipation was a live wire between them. Rex held his gaze, a silent challenge, a silent permission. With trembling hands, Eddy reached for the laces of his uncle’s right sneaker. He pulled, the slow drag of the lace through each eyelet sounding obscenely loud in the quiet room. He peeled the shoe off, his movements reverent, and Rex’s foot, still encased in its stark white sock, sprang free.

The scent hit Eddy first. It wasn’t foul; it was deeply, intensely Rex. The warm, musky aroma of a day spent on his feet, of clean cotton mingling with the pure, potent scent of man. A slight dampness from the heat of the shoe had left the cotton clingingly soft. Eddy brought the discarded sneaker to his face, inhaling deeply, a long, shuddering moan tearing from his throat before he set it carefully on the floor.

His hands returned to Rex’s foot, shaking as he ran his palms over the socked sole, feeling the firm shape of his uncle’s foot beneath the cotton. He repeated the agonizingly slow process with the other sneaker, each movement drawn out to prolong the exquisite torture. Once both shoes were off, he just stared, his chest heaving, his own dick aching painfully.

“My turn,” Rex growled, his voice thick with want. He sat up slightly, his movements slow and deliberate, every gesture dripping with intent. His eyes never left Eddy’s feet, still encased in the scuffed black Converse that seemed to taunt him with their proximity. He reached for the closest one, his large hands trembling slightly with anticipation. The laces were already loose, and he tugged at them with a gentleness that belied the heat coiling in his gut. The first lace slipped free, then the next, each movement drawn out as if he was savoring the anticipation of what was to come.

He wrapped his fingers around the heel of the sneaker and pulled, the shoe coming off with a soft shhhk. The scent hit him immediately, warm and musky, the unmistakable aroma of a young man’s foot after hours in sneakers. It wasn’t overpowering—just enough to make Rex’s head swim with desire. The black crew sock clung snugly to Eddy’s foot, the fabric damp with a faint sheen of sweat from the day’s wear. Rex inhaled deeply, his chest swelling as the scent filled his lungs. “Christ, Eddy,” he breathed, his voice low and husky. “You smell incredible.”

He set the first sneaker aside almost reverently before turning his attention to the other foot. This time, he lingered even longer, his fingers brushing against the laces as if teasing himself as much as Eddy. The second sneaker came off just as slowly, and Rex couldn’t help but press his nose to the sole of the socked foot for a moment, breathing in deeply. The scent was intoxicating, a heady mix of leather, sweat, and something uniquely Eddy that made Rex’s cock throb painfully against the confines of his jeans.

“Fuck,” Rex whispered, his thumbs pressing into the arch of Eddy’s foot through the thin cotton. He could feel the firmness of Eddy’s sole, the heat radiating through the fabric, and it made him dizzy with want. “These socks… they make me so fucking horny.” His voice was thick with desire, every word dripping with barely restrained need. He cradled Eddy’s foot in his hands, his fingers sliding along the curve of the arch, the heel, the toes, exploring every inch of the socked foot as if it were a treasure he’d been waiting his whole life to touch.

“I want to taste them,” Rex admitted, his voice barely above a whisper now. “I want to feel your feet in my mouth, smell them, worship them until you’re begging me to stop.” His eyes flicked up to meet Eddy’s, dark and heavy with lust. “Can I? Can I smell your feet, Eddy?”

Eddy nodded shakily, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. “Yes,” he managed to whimper, his hips shifting restlessly as his own erection strained against his jeans.

Rex didn’t need to be told twice. Slowly, almost reverently, he brought Eddy’s socked foot to his face, inhaling deeply. The scent was even stronger now, rich and earthy, and it sent a jolt of heat straight to his groin. He pressed his lips to the fabric, kissing the arch of Eddy’s foot as if it were something sacred. “God, I’ve wanted this,” he murmured against the sock, his voice trembling with raw need. “So fucking bad.”

The room felt impossibly hot, the air thick with desire as Rex’s lips moved over the black cotton, his hands gripping Eddy’s foot like a lifeline. He was hard—achingly, painfully hard—and every breath he took only deepened his hunger. The scent of Eddy’s socked feet was driving him wild, and he knew they were both teetering on the edge of something neither of them could take back.

He looked up, his eyes burning with raw need. “Do you want to smell my feet, nephew? Do you want to bury your face in my socks and breathe me in?”

Eddy could only nod, a desperate, pathetic sound escaping him.

“Use your words,” Rex commanded, his voice a low thrum.

“Yes,” Eddy moaned. “I want to smell you. I need it.”

Eddy’s hands trembled as he grasped Rex’s ankle, pulling his uncle’s white-socked foot closer. The cool air of the room seemed to prickle his skin, sending a shiver down his spine, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from Rex’s foot. The contrast was intoxicating—the crisp chill surrounding him, and the warm, almost feverish warmth of the cotton-clad foot inches from his face.

As he brought it closer, the scent hit him in waves, earthy and potent, making his head swim. Eddy whimpered, the sound breaking free without his control. His lips brushed against the fabric, so soft yet so charged with sensation, and he nuzzled deeper, craving more. The sock was warm from hours of wear, the heat of Rex’s body seeping through the cotton and setting Eddy’s nerves alight. The cool air teased his flushed cheeks, but all he could focus on was the warmth of his uncle’s foot, the way it felt so alive, so real beneath his touch.

The juxtaposition only heightened his need, the cold making the heat of Rex’s foot feel all the more forbidden. He breathed in deeply, the musk enveloping him, and for a moment, the world outside their bubble ceased to exist. It was just him, Rex, and the unrelenting pull of desire that neither of them could deny.

Rex’s lips parted slightly as he once again leaned forward, his breath warm against the black cotton encasing Eddy’s foot. He inhaled deeply, the musky scent of leather and sweat filling his senses, making his head swim with desire. His own cock throbbed painfully against the denim of his jeans, every nerve in his body alight with need. Slowly, deliberately, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the arch of Eddy’s socked foot, the damp warmth of his breath seeping through the fabric.

Eddy gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily at the sensation. Rex didn’t stop. He dragged his tongue along the length of the arch, savoring the salty tang that lingered on the black cotton. The texture of the sock was soft beneath his lips, yet firm from the heat of Eddy’s foot, and Rex groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against Eddy’s skin.

With each slow, deliberate lick, Rex explored every inch of the arch, his tongue tracing the curve with a hunger that made Eddy whimper. The sensation shot straight up Eddy’s spine, electric and overwhelming, his own cock straining against the confines of his jeans. Rex’s hands tightened around Eddy’s foot, his fingers pressing into the damp cotton as he worked his mouth along the sole.

He didn’t stop there. Rex’s lips moved to the ball of Eddy’s foot, kissing and licking with a fervor that left Eddy trembling. The scent was intoxicating, the warmth of Eddy’s foot radiating through the sock like a beacon. Rex’s tongue dipped between the toes, teasing the fabric where it clung to the dampness of Eddy’s skin. Each touch, each taste, sent waves of pleasure crashing through them both.

Rex pulled back slightly, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he looked up at Eddy. His mustache twitched beneath the light stubble on his face, his eyes dark and hungry. “You smell fucking amazing,” he growled, his voice thick with need. “I could spend hours just tasting you like this.”

Eddy moaned, his hands gripping the couch cushions as Rex returned to his foot, this time dragging his teeth gently over the fabric before sucking lightly on the arch. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and Eddy’s hips bucked again, a desperate whine escaping his lips.

Rex was harder than he’d ever been, his own desperation mirrored in the way his hands trembled as they held Eddy’s foot. Every lick, every kiss, every breath pulled him deeper into the intoxicating scent and warmth of his nephew’s feet. He couldn’t get enough—didn’t want to get enough. The moment stretched on, a whirlwind of heat and need that left them both teetering on the edge of something neither was ready to name.

Eddy’s breath hitched as he brought Rex’s white-socked foot closer to his face, the warmth radiating through the cotton sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. His lips brushed against the arch, the fabric soft yet firm from the heat of Rex’s body, and he couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped him. He kissed the sock again, this time more deliberately, savoring the way the dampness clung to the cotton, the faint musk of his uncle’s foot seeping through. His tongue flicked out tentatively, tasting the salty residue that lingered on the fabric, and a low moan rumbled in his chest.

He moved lower, tracing the curve of Rex’s sole with his lips, each kiss leaving his mouth tingling with the sensation. The cool air of the room kissed his flushed cheeks, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Rex’s foot pressing against his face. Eddy’s hands gripped Rex’s ankle tightly, anchoring himself as he explored further. He pressed his nose into the heel of the sock, inhaling deeply, and the scent enveloped him—earthy, warm, and undeniably Rex. It was intoxicating, and Eddy couldn’t get enough. He nuzzled deeper, his breath hot and uneven against the fabric as he whispered, “God, you smell so fucking good.”

Rex groaned above him, the sound sending a jolt of electricity through Eddy’s veins. He could feel the tremble in his uncle’s leg as he continued to worship his socked foot, kissing and licking with a fervor that left both of them trembling. Eddy’s tongue dragged along the sole, teasing the damp spots where sweat had soaked into the cotton, and the tangy flavor made his head spin. He pressed his lips to the ball of Rex’s foot, sucking gently, and the muffled gasp from above only fueled his hunger.

“You taste…” Eddy murmured against the sock, his voice breaking with need, “…so fucking amazing.”

Rex’s hand tangled in Eddy’s hair, urging him on without words. Eddy obliged eagerly, his mouth moving with a desperate intensity as he kissed and licked every inch of the socked sole. The wet heat of his breath seeped through the fabric, mingling with the musky scent of Rex’s foot, and it was almost too much to bear. He dragged his teeth lightly over the arch, feeling Rex jerk beneath him, and a guttural moan escaped his uncle’s throat.

Eddy pulled back just enough to look up, his lips hovering inches from Rex’s sock as he whispered, “I could do this forever.” His voice was raw, trembling with desire, and Rex’s eyes met his, dark and full of a hunger that mirrored his own.

For a moment, they were suspended in silence, the weight of their shared need hanging thick in the air. Then, without breaking eye contact, Eddy leaned in again, his lips finding Rex’s socked toes this time. He kissed each one reverently, his tongue darting out to tease the fabric before sucking gently. Rex’s breath hitched, his grip tightening in Eddy’s hair as he let out a low, guttural groan. The sound sent a thrill through Eddy, and he moaned in response, his own hips shifting against the couch as the ache between his legs grew unbearable.

The world outside their little bubble dissolved, leaving only the two of them and the heat of their shared need. Eddy’s hands slid down Rex’s calf, gripping tightly as he worshiped his uncle’s foot with every ounce of passion he had. Each kiss, each lick, each whispered word of adoration was a step closer to something neither of them could name—but neither wanted to stop.

Rex’s breath was a ragged, hot thing against the damp black cotton of Eddy’s sock. He pulled back, his eyes dark pools of pure need, his mustache damp from his efforts. “My turn to feel you,” he growled, his voice thick and low.

Eddy’s heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the throbbing in his own dick. “W-what?”

“Your foot,” Rex clarified, his gaze dropping to the white-socked foot still cradled in Eddy’s hands. “On me. I want to feel those socks on my cock.”

The words, so blunt and filthy, sent a shockwave through Eddy. His mouth went dry. He could only nod, a shaky, jerky motion.

“Show me,” Rex commanded, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that was more felt than heard. He shifted his hips, the denim of his jeans straining over the massive, unmistakable bulge there. “Use your foot. Rub me.”

Eddy’s hands trembled as he guided his uncle’s foot away from his face. The loss of the warm, musky scent made him feel momentarily adrift, but the new directive filled him with a terrifying, electric purpose. He maneuvered his own body, twisting on the couch until his black-socked feet were near Rex’s lap. He hesitated, his toes inches from the impressive ridge tenting his uncle’s jeans.

“Do it, Eddy,” Rex urged, his voice a low thrum of anticipation. “I’ve been imagining this all afternoon. Imagining these perfect feet of yours wrapped around me.”

The encouragement broke the last of Eddy’s hesitation. He pressed the sole of his right foot against the hard length of Rex’s cock.

A guttural groan tore from Rex’s throat, his head falling back against the arm of the couch. “Fuck, yes. Just like that.”

Emboldened, Eddy began to move. He rubbed his foot up and down, the rough texture of Rex’s jeans a stark contrast to the soft cotton of his sock. He could feel every inch of him, the heat searing through the layers of fabric. Rex’s hips bucked upwards, meeting the pressure, seeking more.

“Harder,” Rex breathed, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration. “God, your foot feels so good.”

Eddy increased the pressure, massaging him through the denim, a slow, steady rhythm that had Rex moaning with every pass. The friction was incredible, the visual of his nephew’s dark sock working his cock sending sparks through his veins.

“Take it out,” Rex suddenly rasped, his fingers fumbling with his belt buckle. “I need to feel the cotton. I need your sock on my bare skin.”

Eddy’s breath hitched. He watched, mesmerized, as Rex unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper with a sharp, metallic rasp. He didn’t bother to take them off, just shoved the fabric down his hips just enough. His cock sprang free, thick and hard and glistening at the tip, standing proudly against his stomach.

“Now,” Rex said, his voice trembling with raw need. “Put your foot on me.”

Eddy didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned forward, his own arousal a painful, aching throb, and placed the sole of his black crew sock directly onto Rex’s bare erection.

The sensation was explosive. A choked cry escaped Rex’s lips as the warm, slightly damp cotton made contact with his hypersensitive skin. “Christ,” he gasped, his hips jerking. “The texture… it’s… fuck.”

Eddy began to move his foot, a slow, tentative stroke from base to tip. The cotton soaked up the pre-cum beading at the head, the fabric growing slick and adding a new, intoxicating glide to the motion.

“Yes,” Rex moaned, his hand coming down to cover Eddy’s foot, pressing it harder against himself. “Just like that. Milk my cock with your sock.”

The crude words fueled Eddy’s movements. He established a rhythm, sliding his foot up and down the rigid length, his toes curling around the shaft on the upstroke. The scent of Rex—musky, masculine, and utterly intoxicating—mixed with the faint smell of his own feet from inside the Converse, creating a pheromone-filled haze in the room.

Rex was losing himself, his breaths coming in short, sharp pants. “You have no idea,” he grunted, his eyes locked on the sight of the black sock gliding over his reddened flesh. “No idea how long I’ve wanted this. Wanted you. Your young, hot feet working me over.”

“I think I do,” Eddy whimpered, his own free hand sneaking down to palm himself through his jeans, the pressure a poor substitute for what he truly needed. “Because I’ve wanted it too. So fucking bad.”

“Faster,” Rex demanded, his grip tightening on Eddy’s ankle. “Make me come. I want to come all over your sexy sock.”

Eddy obeyed, increasing his pace, his foot pistoning up and down Rex’s shaft. The wet, slick sounds filled the air, a lewd soundtrack to their forbidden dance. Rex’s muscular thighs tensed, his stomach clenching. His moans grew more desperate, more broken.

“I’m so close, kid,” he warned, his voice strangled. “So fucking close. Don’t stop.”

Eddy didn’t. He focused all his energy on his foot, on the feel of his uncle’s hot, velvety-hard cock sliding against his arch. He watched, hypnotized, as Rex’s body tightened like a coil, his back arching off the couch.

With a raw, guttural shout that seemed to tear from the depths of his soul, Rex came. Hot streaks of cum erupted, splattering against the black cotton of Eddy’s sock, the warmth seeping through instantly. Rex’s body shuddered violently, his cock twitching and pulsing under the relentless, sock-clad strokes until he was completely spent, collapsing back onto the cushions with a deep, satiated groan.

For a moment, there was only the sound of their heavy breathing. Rex’s eyes were closed, a look of pure, unadulterated bliss on his face.