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It’s been quite a while since I sat down and wrote out any adventures I’ve been having. Mainly that’s because there haven’t been any to write about. The whole COVID scare really put a hold on everything. So, nothing much has been going on for the last two years or so. I decided to play it safe and just resigned myself to playing with myself. But that hasn’t made me not think about past encounters. In fact, it has brought them back full force.

I was thinking today of when I lived in the northwest. I had a four on, three off work schedule. I was off on Mondays. It was nice to have a day during the week to do things. I spent most Mondays at a local bath house during the day. They had a nice outdoor deck that was great during the summer. Not much use in the winter. Very well kept facility. And surprisingly busy during the day on Mondays. The more time I spent there, I became acquainted with several of the men who seemed to be doing the same thing as I was doing. Spending Monday during the day at the bath house. I wouldn’t say we became friends. We became familiar. Some just for conversation. Some I played with. Some we played with others together. It was really quite nice. I was thinking today about how some of these guys and I would be sitting around naked talking and cutting up, and someone who was just there that day would walk up to one of us and get something going. You could play in every inch of this place. So sometimes they would go off to a room or another area of the club. Sometimes they would just go at it right where we sat as the conversation continued. Sometimes it would just roll into a big group thing. Fucking amazing. And very relaxing.

There are several stories I have about this place. The first guy who pops into mind was a man named Brian. He told me he was Bi and had kids. But that man loved to get fucked. He was a very attractive man as well so he had no problem getting his way. We played together a lot. But not with each other so much. We would zoom in on some guy and both go to work on him. This happened often. We took turns watching what each other was doing with other men. The last time I remember seeing him I was 69ing with a guy and Brian had his face buried in this guys ass. He looked up at me, smiled and said “Ain’t this fucking great?”. Yes, it was.

The deck was interesting because everyone was out there getting sun when it was out. And being guys, most of us lay around with a hard on. Pretty much you just get your signals across, go over to the guy and get the ball rolling. I sucked more dick with an audience on that deck than I ever thought I would. I’m pretty sure one guy used his phone to record me and another guy once but I’ve never seen it turn up anywhere. Not a cool move but I was into what I was doing. I got fucked on that deck. Fucked men on that deck. Sucked, got sucked, rimmed, fingered, you name it pretty much. A very fun time.

There was a hot tub area inside the building. Lots of conversations happened there. But lots of sex as well during conversations. I remember once this really hairy, smaller man and I were going at it on the side of the tub while I was talking to one of the regulars. Pretty strange overall but interesting to remember. Me with this guy’s legs in the air, eating his ass and talking to someone else between laps. Sounds normal, right?

It’s been over 7 years since I last went to this place. It has reopened recently. They do ask for vaccination card proof to get in since it is seen as a private club. So I bet it is still fun. I need to get back to there someday and give my hand a break.

Hopefully I’ll get to have some fun soon for real. Summer is coming. Maybe some men will too.

1.

Martin and I developed a cascading punishment system for ourselves.

The first and widest degree was discipline. Included in this level were quite mundane things, such as chores, everyday punctuality, work and study results, but even more minor things like swearing or cursing. One of the most important elements was a strict adherence to diet and exercise. While minor offenses could be self-reported, more serious things were already tied to more objective, predetermined standards. Although these violations alone did not necessarily entail more severe disciplinary items, due to their cumulative nature they added up, they were eventually able to accumulate to a fairly serious amount by the end of each cycle.

The purpose of discipline was, of course, to develop and form a certain desired behavior. In the case of violations, the consequences could include things like deprivation of various privileges, performing extra tasks and chores, correcting the violation as soon as possible – if possible, and so on.

Here are some simple examples of discipline:

• Showering only in cold water

• Extra housework

• Ban on entertainment (internet, tv, etc.)

• Tightened diet and / or exercise regime for a predetermined time and manner

• Curfew

• Being naked at home all the time

• Complete orgasm withdrawal for a predetermined period of time, sometimes with a chastity belt

 The second degree was punishment. More serious disciplinary violations and the accumulation of minor disciplinary violations could also lead to punishment. Due to the nature of the punishment, it had to be accompanied by physical and / or psychological pain. Honestly, neither Martin nor were I too enthusiastic about the latter, but every now and then we resorted to that as well. The penalty items always had to be noted by the dom of the actual cycle, without the knowledge of the sub, naturally. This served as a starting point for the interrogation due at the end of each cycle. 

Most of the penalties were based on different types of beatings. The dom decided on the need for bondage. We used the most varied tools: whips, scourges, canes, paddles, and all sorts of other things designed for this purpose. In addition to the devices, it was more important which parts of the body were to be hit. The face could only be hit with an open hand, and the rest of the body was also classified into different categories depending on their sensitivity. The least sensitive areas were the back and legs, followed by the buttocks, chest and abdomen, then the soles (and sometimes the palms). Finally, the anus and the genitals – although the latter formed a separate subcategory and had a separate set of tools for beating. In addition, an important rule was that the injuries had to heal within four to six weeks and this rule limited our possibilities. Suppose a total of 1,000 hits were accumulated in one cycle (which was not unusual at all), then only a fraction of that could have been given to the sub in the form of beating. Fifty hits on the back, fifty hits on the buttocks, and so on, for we feared that a larger volume would result in longer lasting marks. Thus, the remaining quantity was “rolled over” to the next stage, which will be discussed below. The punishments also included bondage and hanging in awkward and painful positions. Of course, these were often combined with beatings. In addition to the beating, other penalties were applied. Such were the use of iron pliers and clamps, or capsaicin-containing creams placed on more sensitive parts of the body, but there were also examples of outdoor moorings in the winter cold or the scorching heat, ice-cold showers, kneeling on dried seeds, and so on to the most varied things. It is important to note that these methods were less common, as it is quite problematic to associate a specific numerical value with them. After all, it’s hard to decide how much more painful two hours of hanging in the cold is than, say, fifty hits by the cane on each foot.

 The third degree was torture. Torture could only take place at the end of the cycle. The type and severity of the torture was determined during the interrogation at the end of the cycle. In devising the interrogation, we used an ancient Roman principle. In short, in ancient Rome, the testimony of slaves was accepted as authentic only if it was confirmed during torture. We thought that this principle could be properly applied in our case as well.

The interrogation itself was relatively simple. The dom compiled a chart of offenses and misdemeanours during the cycle, preferably with dates, times, and other details, however, the penalty items for the offenses, their aggregation, and details of torture remained hidden. The sub had half an hour to study the list and make itemised suggestions as to what penalties he deserved. Furthermore, the sub was allowed to add items to the list that may not have been added to it by mistake or inattention without serious consequences. After that, the interrogation itself began. The interrogation lasted for a minimum of three hours and a maximum of six hours, and always took place in the same way, in a predetermined manner and framework. Video and audio recordings and minutes of the whole process were also made.

The sub sat on a large, stocky, throne-like armchair, stark naked. A V-shaped piece was carved out of the seat of the chair so that the genitals of the sub hung in the air. The arms, legs, chest, and forehead of the sub were secured to the chair with wide leather straps at a total of eight points: across the lower legs, thighs, lower arm, chest, and forehead. An electrode with a screw clamp was then placed on the nipples of the sub, from which cables were routed to a custom-made X1 Interrogator electro box. The device stood on a wheeled table next to the dom. Next to the dom, opposite the sub, also stood two high-power incandescent lamps and a tripod-mounted video camera facing the sub. The dom chair was a couple centimetres behind the camera and lights, about two metres from the sub.

2.

Transcript of an interrogation led by Martin:

Martin checked the leather straps and electrodes once more. Although the electrodes fit snugly on my nipples, they did not cause pain on their own. He then went to the black standing lamps and turned them on. Dazzling white light flashed and even from this distance the heat from the bulbs struck my naked skin. I could barely take Martin’s figure out as he turned on the camera and then sat down in his chair. I stared forward, squinting, almost unable to move my head because of the leather strap across my forehead.

Martin’s voice broke the silence. “So just for the sake of order. It’s the 26th May, 2017, which is the second sub cycle of this year for you. I will now read the 113 items in detail on the criminal record together with your attached suggestions.

(Reads the items.)

“Did you understand what you heard?”

“Yes”, I replied. Honestly, half an hour wasn’t much time for me to memorize every detail, I thought.

“Do you accept the reality of the items on the list?”

“I do.”

“Then, in the following, I will subject you to interrogation by torture as per our laws to make sure that the items on the list and the penalties attached to them are real and appropriate. The interrogation will last for a minimum of three hours. After this time, I will compare the list with your confession, and if I find the result satisfactory, I will consider the interrogation over. Should further questions arise, I will continue the interrogation for an additional period of up to three hours. Do you understand?”

“I understand” I said faintly. I felt a ball in my throat. Even though I knew in advance what was going to happen, it didn’t make it any more bearable.

Martin looked at the table and then spoke. “So, on the morning of 18 March, you were twenty minutes late from your workplace, and you think that equates to eighty cane strokes to your feet.

I remembered the delay, but I wasn’t sure about the date.

“That’s correct.” I replied. Because of the light from the lamps, I couldn’t see Martin touching one of the dials on the X1, so the sudden, rupturing pain cracking in my left nipple caught me off guard. I squealed immediately, my fingers plunged into the air or clutched the armrest. My whole body twitching, as much as the leather straps allowed. Although it only lasted for five seconds, I was already gasping when the current stopped, as if I had been running at full speed for minutes.

“No. It all happened on March 17” said Martin. “How many minutes are you late?”

“Twenty! Twenty!” I shouted.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Yes!” I shouted.

The agony struck again. And again, only in the left nipple. This time it came perhaps with a lower intensity, but didn’t stop after a few seconds, just flowed continuously.

“No, please, nooo!” I shouted.

Martin replied in a calm but strong voice. “First of all, don’t shout at me when I ask you something! Secondly, how many minutes were you late? Fourteen?”

“Yes-YES, twenty, please turn it off, please !!!” I could barely stop myself from shouting my reply at him.

“Not twelve?”

“No, nooo, nooo!”

The current suddenly became stronger and of a different pattern, which had a renewed effect on my nerve endings. I screamed.

“Weren’t you maybe thirty minutes late? If you were, and you confirm this now, then maybe we can move on. We have a very long night ahead of us if such inaccuracies arise at the very beginning.”

I knew perfectly well that it was twenty minutes. But that extra ten minutes won’t count as much, just stop the pain now.

“Yes-YES!” I shouted. The current tore, ripped my nipple relentlessly.

“What yes-yes?” asked Martin just a tiny bit mockingly.

“I was thirty, thirty minutes late! My God, please turn it off!”

The current, as if it never existed, disappeared in one fell swoop. By now my body was glistening in the lamplight from the sweat, my hair was completely tapped. My nipple ached a little, but the feeling subsided pretty quickly.

“So” Martin said “on the seventeenth of March, you were thirty minutes late, and that equates to a hundred cane strokes of your feet. Do you agree?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

And so it went on for the next three hours. A flood of questions and cross-questions rushed over me as my nipples were practically electrified constantly. Martin handled the Interrogator very creatively. Sometimes the current struck both of my nipples at the same time, sometimes alternately. Sometimes the electric shocks came in a whiplash, and other times in a red-hot glowing flood that never faded away. I cried and I screamed. I desperately tried to keep my own answers in mind, but in the end barely anything worked. Although I had lost the thread a long time ago, I was sure that by now the amount of penalties imposed had at least doubled. Sweat flowed from me in streams, all my muscles were trembling with exertion and exhaustion. My heated body was visibly steaming in the late night cool. Suddenly, the torment ceased. I gasped with my eyes closed. I heard a metallic sound and opened my eyes just in time to see that Martin was swinging the contents of a sizable bucket of ice-cold water at me. I squirted and fumbled with a renewed force as the steel-cold water full of melting ice cubes hit my body. Every square inch of my thoroughly shaved skin became goosebumped in the blink of an eye.

Martin sat back down.

“We started the interrogation exactly three hours ago, and I recorded the changes on the criminal record as I read it again now.”

I listened trembling as he listed the items. Although the sentences had not yet been converted to the third, most serious category, I had some idea what would happen to me during the final cycle of torture.

“Mark, do you understand and accept the criminal record?”

“Yes”, I whispered.

“Louder!” he snapped.

“Yes”, I said again, more firmly.

Martin listened. I flickered trying to make out his expression, but because of the water and the dazzling lights, it was virtually impossible to see clearly. “The truth is, I’m not happy with this,” he said at last.

“Don’t… please… Martin… I can’t take it anymore…” I started.

“I couldn’t care less what you can or can’t take! You know exactly that I can continue the interrogation for up to three more hours.”

“It hurts so much, please…”

“I know it hurts. That’s why it’s called torture.” he looked down at the list. “There is a very significant difference between the original and the new version of the items. The difference is so considerable that I can’t believe you didn’t see it when you handed me the signed record. Without further ado, I can imagine that you may have intentionally tried to mislead me.”

I exclaimed with widened eyes.

“No, never, I swear! I would never do that!”

I didn’t see it, but Martin’s mocking tone made it clear that he was grinning.

“So you swear? That’s touching, but as you know, I can’t just take your word for it.”

This time I saw him reaching for the machine. I wanted to shout at him, but he was faster. The current-induced torment struck with a completely renewed force. Although the electrodes only touched my body at two tiny points, the pain that flashed in my nipples was so bad that I could only scream until I ran out of air and then only had the strength to whine. The straps and the salty sweat gathered under them had already rubbed my skin bright red. My throat, even my jaw, ached due to screaming for hours. Eventually, maybe thirty seconds later, the pain suddenly subsided, but it didn’t go away completely. It was constantly buzzing on the tip of my nipples, and I knew it could get awful again at any time.

I didn’t speak, I just gasped.

“I don’t want to interrogate you for another three hours, Mark” Martin said, then turned one of the dials a little higher. The current throbbed in my nipples with just enough force so I could concentrate and talk, but in the meantime, my suffering remained quite visible.

Martin stood up and pulled his chair directly in front of me. He placed his hands on my damp thighs, his thumbs almost touching my groin.

“Pay attention. There are two options. One is that I will interrogate you for another three whole hours. You know the law. Each cycle must be completed”. 

“Oh no, please, no, I can’t stand it, I can’t stand it!!”

Martin suddenly straightened up, grabbed my face with his right hand and stared into my eyes. He hissed these words through his teeth:

“Interrupt me again, I will immediately sit back there, and you will have the current flowing without interruption for the next hour. No questions, no nothing. Do you understand?”

I nodded in horror. The current relentlessly grinded my nipples in the meantime.

Martin continued with deliberate slowness: 

“The other option is to accept your confession in its current form on the condition that you will suffer the difference between the two registers in the form of punishment torture.”

I whimpered, but this time not from the suffering caused by the electricity, but from the fear. Either he will continue to torture me for hours, or I will agree to the most severe form of punishment that exists. Meanwhile Martin took his chair back behind the lights, sat down, drumming with his fingers amusingly on the Interrogator. Punishment torture. Due to the nature of our system, there was “traditional” torture at the end of each cycle. However, there were only a few examples of punishment torture throughout our relationship. No, no, that would be terrible. Though my testicles had already completely ascended from the cold and the agony, I suddenly felt them tense up, projecting the bottomless depths of the punishment mentioned. I’d rather continue the interrogation.

The needle-pointed agony resembling a dental drill sparked into my left nipple which suddenly slammed into my right nipple and back shook me from my contemplation. I shuddered. My determination I had a moment ago immediately waned. I realized I was so exhausted.

Well? What’s your choice? Martin adjusted a tiny bit on the control dial, and the pain rippled up and down my body even more.

“I agree” I screamed. The current just kept pounding.

“To what?” Martin snapped.

“The punishment torture! Please turn it off, just turn it off!

Martin laughed and the pain immediately ceased. “Your choice, Mark” he smiled. “Look at the time, it’s barely past midnight and we’re done already,” he said lightly, then stood up and turned the camera off.

I had finished college and was working at my first real job. After Russ had shown me the ropes in college, I had only had a couple of jerk-off sessions with another college friend and a drunken blow job from a guy I met at the bar. My sex life was basically looking at porn and taking things into my own hands, so to speak.

Mike, Joe, Zach and I had become good friends since I started my job about six months ago. Mike had been there two years and was married, Joe, about one year and had a steady girlfriend. Zach and I were hired at the same time and both single.  We worked well together and had fun teasing and playing jokes on each other, our boss left us alone if we got our work done and would even play along with some of the jokes, we played on each other.

About once a week after work we would stop and have a beer to unwind. While we were on our second beer of the night, Zach made the mistake of letting slip that he was having a dry spell in the sex department. Of course, we all started to tease him, even though I was in the same position, I chimed in too.

Joe laughed and said, “maybe you should go to the 5th Street Station, I hear anybody can get laid there.

Zach rolled his eyes and said, “yea right I will meet you there.” As laughter continued around the table. I must have had a puzzled look on my face as I looked at Mike.

Mike filled me in, “5th Street is a gay bar.”

I said, “oh ok, I never knew there were any on those places around here.” We all laughed again and went onto our next topic of discussion. Another beer and we all decided to head home for the night.

I got onto my car to head home, but I couldn’t get the thought out of head of a gay bar so close by. I pulled into a gas station and pulled up to the pay phone and looked in the phone book that was hanging by the phone to find an address. This was the early nineties, no smart phones or google so we had to do things the old way. I wrote down the address and headed over to 5th street to do a little recon. I drove slowly and was watching the numbers get closer to the one I was looking for, and there it was a small sign above the door reading 5th Street Station and a neon beer light in the window. I am not sure what I was expecting, but it looked like any other bar in town. I turned around and drive by again and then headed home, it was Wednesday, and the parking lot was empty, I decided to come back Saturday night when there were more people there.

Saturday came and I talked myself into and out of going a few dozen times, I was most worried about someone seeing me go in or worse yet seeing someone I know in the bar. I busied myself all day doing some laundry, a little yardwork and I washed my car. I finally talked myself into going and I ate some supper and took a shower. It was a warm summer day, so I decided on a nice pair of shorts, a new polo shirt that I had bought the week before and my Doc Martin sandals. I checked myself out in the mirror and decided I looked pretty good, I had a nice tan and had just gotten my hair cut. I splashed on a little cologne and headed out the door.

I drove down 5th Street and pulled into the parking lot, I took a deep breath and got out of my car. I started out across the lot and pulled the door open, stepped inside and paused so my eyes could adjust to the dim light. I scanned to room to see a long bar along the right side of the building, a couple pool tables, dart boards, and video games on the far side and tables and chairs scattered all through the center area. As I scanned to left there was what appeared to be a stage area where a band might perform with a DJ booth in the corner and a dance floor in front of that. The first thing that struck me was that this was just like any other bar that I had been in, again I am not sure what I was expecting. There were a couple guys playing pool, a few sitting around the tables drinking and talking and another guy sitting at the far end of the bar. I checked my watch, it was just a little bit after eight and I hoped the crowd would pick up soon. I headed toward the bar to find a stool and get a beer.

There were two good-looking guys working the bar as I sat down, one of the guys grabbed a napkin and placed it in front of me and asked. “What can I get you?”

I replied, “Bud Light please.”

He turned to get my beer and as he placed it on the napkin he smiled and said, “I am Andy, I don’t think I have seen you in here before.”

I said, “no this is my first time, I’m Lee, nice to meet you. Is it always this quiet in here?”

Andy chuckled and said, “No its early, things start to get going around nine. It will be busy tonight, there is a Drag Show starting at nine so the crowd will start to show up by 8:30. Is that why you came here tonight, to see the show?”

I shook my head, “no I had no idea there was a show tonight, to be honest I really don’t care for guys in drag, no offense, its just not my thing. I added if I wanted to see a bunch of girls dancing on a stage, I would be at the strip bar down the street.”

Andy started laughing and yelled to the other bartender, “hey Chad come here and meet Lee.” Chad walked toward us, and Andy said, “Chad is my boyfriend, tell him what you just told me.”

I repeated what I had told Andy and they let out another laugh as they looked at each other and in unison said, “We need to introduce you to Mario.”

They explained that Mario was the cook there and would probably be out soon since they close the kitchen at nine whenever there is a show. It is too hard to serve food when there was a crowd, besides during a show there weren’t too many folks interested in eating. We chatted a while longer until the crowd started to file in, and Chad and Andy began to get busy.

I turned to check out the people that had came in since I had been chatting the bartenders, several had caught my eye but didn’t seem as interested in me as I was in them. I took another drink of my beer turned back to the crowd as the drag show began. The first dancer came on stage as the DJ cranked the music up and the crowd started to cheer, again I have nothing against drag queens, but I prefer guys that are more on the masculine side. I turned back to my beer and watched the TV above the bar when my attention was diverted to the other end of the bar as a very good-looking Hispanic guy was walking toward my end of the bar.

He was about 5’4”, had short black hair, was wearing shorts with the same polo shirt with the bar logo that Andy and Chad were wearing. Chad walked toward me with another bottle of beer and set it in front of the seat next to mine and said, “here is your beer Mario, oh this is Lee, it’s his first time here maybe you can keep him company.” Chad gave me a wink and a smile as he turned to go help another customer.

Mario sat down, held out his hand and said, “Hey I am Mario, nice to meet you.”

I looked into Mario’s chocolate brown eyes and said, “I’m Lee, good to meet you too,” He wore a neatly trimmed goatee around a nice full set lips that highlighted his perfect white teeth when he smiled.

As we began to chat, Andy came over with a smile said, “I see you are getting to know each other, hey Mario how do you like the show?”

He just rolled his eyes and said, “you know how I feel, if I wanted to see a bunch of girls dance on a stage, I go to the strip bar down the street.”

Andy snickered and said, “see I told you” As he held his hand out for a fist bump and went to wait on his other customers.

Mario looked at me and I explained the conversation that we had earlier. We continued to talk as we finished our beer. When we were both done Chad came over and asked if we were ready for another, Mario just looked at me and said, “no I think we are going to head back to my place, then paused, that is if you want to.”

My dick jumped a little and without hesitation I said, “of course I want to, lead the way.”

Chad laughed and said, “gee take your time, no need to answer right away.”

I blushed and joked, “oh did that sound too eager?”

Mario said, “no such thing as too eager, let’s go.”

We waved bye to Andy and Chad and headed to our cars. Mario said, “I live about eight blocks from here, I am in the black truck just follow me.”

Ten minutes later we were pulling into the parking lot of Mario’s apartment building.  I parked next to his truck, and he led me into his apartment. The apartment was clearly the home of a single guy, a small kitchen on one side and a living room with a couch and a big tv. There was a picture on the tv stand that appeared to be family, a crucifix on the wall above the couch, and door that looked to lead to a bedroom. Mario grabbed us a couple of beers and we sat down on his couch and picked up our conversation.

Mario kicked off his shoes and pulled his socks off as we talked, so I followed suit. I had drunk about half my beer and needed to take a piss, I asked Mario where the bathroom was.

He said, “through the bedroom to the right,” as he pointed to the only door in the room.

I walked into the bathroom found the light switch and opened my shorts and began to pee. I finished, then washed my hands, turned to walk out of the bathroom and started to button up my shorts. Just as I got to the door, I saw Mario standing just inside the bedroom completely naked, with the light from the living room highlighting his body. I stopped in my tracks and just stared as he said, “no need to fasten your shorts, it will make it harder for me to get them off of you,”

I let go of the button of my shorts and weight of my wallet and car keys caused them to fall to my feet. Mario started to walk toward me as I felt my dick begin to swell. I took in the sight as he got closer, He had a well-defined chest with a small patch of hair in the center and another light patch around his belly button leading down to his dark bush. What really caught my attention was what was sticking out of his bush as it bobbed up and down as he walked toward me. Just as he was a few feet in front me I noticed that Mario was uncut, I had seen uncut dicks in some of the porn magazines and videos I watched, but never seen one in person. He was nice and thick and about four inches soft with just the tip of the head peeking out of the foreskin. I felt my cock grow to it’s fullest as Mario reached me, he grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head and threw it to the floor. Then he put his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and pulled them out over my hard dick and they fell to floor with my shorts. I stepped out of my clothes as our bare chests met and we began a deep kiss, Mario grabbed my ass as he pulled me closer. We were the same height, so our dicks lined up perfectly, I felt Mario get hard as our cocks rubbed together while we continued to make out. Mario began to move us guiding me to the edge of his bed, as my legs hit the bed I fell back never letting go of Mario and he fell on top of me maintaining our embrace.

Our bellies became slick with the precum that was leaking out of each our cocks, I broke our kiss long enough to say that I wanted his dick in my mouth. I worked my way down his neck, to his nipples, then to his stomach until I reached the prize. I flicked my tongue across the head of Mario’s hard cock pulling the precum into my mouth. Mario reached down to pull his foreskin back, I pulled his hand away so his dick would be covered by that sexy hood. I wrapped my lips around his cock and started to work my tongue around the head and under the foreskin causing Mario to let out a moan. I began to work my mouth up and down Mario’s entire shaft pausing only to lick and suck his full balls.

After sucking his dick for several minutes, Mario pulled me up and gave me another kiss and rolled me onto my back and said, “My turn” as he engulfed my dick deep into his mouth. My eyes rolled back as I let out an “oh god” and I grabbed the back of his head and began to fuck his mouth. I reached down to pull Mario’s leg and maneuvered him so we could get into a sixty-nine position. Just as we got into a good rhythm, I felt Mario start to lift my leg and he let my dick fall from his mouth, then I felt his tongue making its way between my ass cheeks. I spread my legs a bit exposing my hole for Mario to explore, I nearly jumped out of my skin when tongue flicked across my pucker for the first time. I threw my head back and rolled over to give Mario better access as he drove his tongue straight inside me, causing me to moan and squirm to a sensation that I had never felt before. Mario got my hole nice and slick, then pulled back and lay on top of me kissing the back of my neck and I felt his thick cock rubbing the hole that his tongue had just abandoned. Without thinking I reached back and spread my cheeks apart as Mario asked if he could fuck me.

I just panted, “yes fuck me, just go slow I have never bottomed before.”

He gave my ass one more lick and aimed his stiff cock at my virgin hole. He began to push until his head broke the seal, pausing to give a chance to adjust to the invasion. I relaxed and to my surprise the pain turned to pleasure, and my ass sucked Mario’s dick right in my hole until I felt his balls against my ass. He leaned down to kiss me on the neck and asked, “you ok.”

I responded by pushing my ass back against Mario and said, “yes I’m good, fuck me.” Mario began to pump at a steady pace, and I started to push back until we had a good rhythm established.

After a few minutes Mario said, “god you are so tight I won’t be able to go much longer, I want to cum.”

I replied, “go ahead, give me your load.”

A short time later I felt Mario’s breath quicken and his pace increased as he let out one last moan, I felt my gut flooded with his warm seed. Mario collapsed on top of me trying to catch his breath as his softening cock slipped from my well fucked ass. He whispered in my ear, “now it is my turn,” as he rolled me over and began to suck my fully erect dick, making sure to get it good and wet. I was flat on my back as Mario gave me one last lick and stood to straddle me, slowly lowering himself down on my eager cock. I watched my dick disappear and reappear in fast succession as Mario bounced up and down. I was surprised to see that Mario cock had once again swelled as he started to stroke himself. He looked down at me with a smile and said, “you feel so good inside me I think you are going to make me cum again.”

I said, “I love the way it feels being in you and I am about to shoot too.”

Just then Mario’s cock shot a load across my stomach and chest, the spasms in his ass caused me to release my load deep inside his ass.

We collapsed on top of each other beginning another hot make out session. Mario rolled off of me as we lay next to each other catching our breath. Mario ran his finger through the cum that he had deposited on my chest and asked, “would you like to take a shower with me?”

“I would love to.”

We got up and Mario grabbed my hand to lead me to the bathroom. We kissed and washed each other and then as we were drying off, he asked if I wanted to spend the night.

I said, “I would stay as long as I could suck that sweet uncut cock again in the morning.”

Mario relied, “oh, you will do a lot more than suck my cock don’t you worry.”

When I was twenty-two, I lived next door to a man named Kenny who was single and in his forties.  Kenny had two passions in his life, his motorcycle and the love of astronomy. I didn’t know much about motorcycles but astronomy was my hobby.

Kenny was somewhat of a paradox in that he was clean-cut but enjoyed dressing like an “outlaw biker” when he rode his Harley. 

One evening we were out observing and Kenny said, “I’ve got to ask, are you queer?”

I was shocked and asked him why he would ask me such a question. Kenny acted very sheepish and explained that a few days before he was out observing and heard a slapping sound coming from my bedroom window.

I immediately knew from his question that there is more to it. This was going to be awkward. I then remembered that my drapes were closed but I had the window cracked for ventilation and had forgotten to close it.

Before I could formulate some plausible explanation Kenny explained that he came over to the window and that there was a little gap in the drapes.  He said, “I saw you were bare below the waist, over a guy’s knee getting spanked and he was playing with your dick. That looked pretty queer to me.”

His impression was probably reinforced by the fact that I could pass for even younger and probably looked somewhat effeminate. I was slender, had a petite build, was 5′ 6″, 120 pounds, had long hair, was clean-shaven all over, and had a small endowment.

I didn’t see much alternative other than to be honest. I told Kenny that I wasn’t queer but because of something that happened when I was younger, I found that getting spanked by men was a major sexual turn-on for me. He asked me if that included having my dick fondled and I explained that when I get spanked, I’m putting myself in a totally submissive and compliant role.

He asked what happened to me. I told him the whole story about the time a man named Mr. Harris caught me in his backyard with no pants on and gave me a sound spanking causing me to become sexually aroused and ultimately ejaculate.

Kenny was fascinated and asked if I would allow him to spank me. Because it is something I enjoyed, I immediately agreed. We started having fairly regular play sessions. At first, he just spanked, but rather quickly it evolved into him adopting an ever-increasingly dominant role, which culminated in me being spanked followed by sexual domination.

Sometimes we would go out to a dark area to use our telescopes and he wanted me to be like I was when Mr. Harris caught me, wearing only a T-shirt and sneakers.

A few months later Kenny came over and asked if I wanted to go to a barbecue at the home of the president of his motorcycle club, which was out in the country. I was dressed in my usual summer attire, a T-shirt, blue jean cutoffs, and sneakers. I told him I’d go change clothes. He said, “No need it’s casual.”  I got on the back of his motorcycle and off we went.

When we arrived, I noticed the yard was full of motorcycles and there were about twenty-five guys there, mostly white, but also Black, Hispanic, and Asian. All of them were clearly older than me. Most wore “outlaw biker” garb and had tattoos.

I was introduced and learned that most of the guys were in skilled trades, some in business and a few other had professional degrees. Everyone was very friendly.

There was beer, a variety of bourbons, vodka, and tequila and the air held the aroma of wood smoke and pot. The club president, Ed was tending the smoker and was engaged in a conversation with a group of guys when Kenny introduced me.

Ed shook my hand and gave a hearty laugh and said in a loud voice, “So, you’re the young fellow who got caught with no pants on and got his little butt spanked. I’m dying to hear the whole story.”

I turned to Kenny and exclaimed, “I can’t believe you told him.” Kenny claimed he couldn’t remember telling Ed.   

Clearly, Ed wasn’t going to be put off and handed me a joint and insisted I tell the story. After a few hits, I went along and told everyone all about my time with Mr. Harris. Everyone was laughing and I was too.

Then Ed chuckled, “I understand you still like going around with no pants on when Kenny spanks you.” I was speechless, Kenny had a big mouth.

Ed put his arm around my shoulders and said, “Don’t worry, that’s cool, everybody has different things that turn them on. In fact, I think you should take your shorts off right now and you’ll get all the bare butt spanking you could ever hope for.” He turned to the group, “What do you think guys?” His idea got unanimous approval.

I was embarrassed, but partly due to the pot and the fact that the idea appealed to me I gave serious consideration to Ed’s suggestion. The whole idea of being nude below the waist and getting spanked by all these men got me very aroused. Kenny chimed in and suggested that I go for it but I was having a hard time bringing myself to say yes.

My reluctance was met with a chant “Do it, Do it, Do it.”

I did ask how long they wanted me to remain bare.  “Well, how about this? Until the party is over. Okay, get them off!” Ed responded with a big grin.

Since I have been thinking about what it would be like and the fact that I had no underwear on when I stepped out of my shorts my cock was fully erect. The guys in the group laughed and hooted. Ed commented, “You don’t have a whole lot down there but it’s nicely shaved and looks really cute. Now turn around and let’s see what we’re going to spank.”

Several guys in the group remarked, “Very cute, made for spanking.”

What surprised me most was that no one objected or seemed disgusted. They all seemed to like the idea.

Ed announced that since he was the host, he claimed the honor of giving the first spanking.to “Our Boy Toy” Ed took me by the arm saying, “Now Daddy is going to spank your little bare butt.” On my way to Ed’s lap, I considered his words. I realized I had, consented to become exactly that, the club’s “Boy Toy”.

After, a short time over Ed’s knee, it was apparent to me that this was not the first time he’d ever given a spanking. Ed knew what he was doing, and from what I felt pressing against my groin, he was enjoying it as well.

My butt was stinging and on fire and my toes were drumming on the ground. He also took notice that my cock was hard. His manipulation left me dripping profusely. I was well on my way to my first and probably numerous orgasms, but he stopped short and I was denied.

While over his knee I heard someone say, “If he’s going to be spending a lot of time over our knees, I think he needs to be spending some time on his knees.” There was laughter and general approval of this suggestion.

One very large black guy remarked, “Spanking wouldn’t be my first choice on what to do to that cute little red ass.”

Ed laughed and declared, “You need to take him into the barn for that.”

Someone else added, “I’m guessing the barn might be a busy place today.” I didn’t miss the significance of any of these remarks and wondered if I had bitten off more than I could chew but by then I was committed.

I got four hard OTK spankings in a row. Ed said, “Let’s give him a little break, we’ve got all day and I don’t want his butt going numb.” Kenny was quite reserved. When asked if he was going to spank me, he didn’t respond.

A Hispanic guy, probably in his fifties came up and handed me a beer, for which I was thankful. He then fondled my cock. I actually felt embarrassed with everybody watching. This was strange because I didn’t feel that way when Ed fondled me while spanking me. He also kept stopping short, preventing me from reaching orgasm. I realized I was in for some serious edging.

I also noticed the guy was wearing a wedding ring, as were most of the other guys. It made me wonder why a bunch of older married guys were so enthusiastic about having me there with no pants on. Then I remembered what Ed called me, their Boy Toy!

While standing there letting my butt cool down, I heard the sound of the arrival of another motorcycle arrive and saw two women in black leather. One of them said, “Hi Ed, we heard about your barbecue and decided to crash the party.” Then they noticed me and said, “Whoa! A boy with no pants on with a very red ass. What a pleasant surprise.”

Ed introduced me, “Monica, Jessie this is Randy, our club’s Boy Toy.’ He explained my presence, which apparently pleased them to no end.

Monica said,’ You don’t have much of a dick but that’s okay. We’re not into dicks but we could get into beating your young ass.”

Ed gave a hearty laugh, “We’re happy to share. I doubt if he has ever encountered Dykes on Bikes. Go for it.”

They noticed that someone had put a switch on the table. They led me to the table made me bend over it and Jessie went to work with the switch while a guy held my hands down.

Then Monica took her turn.  Up to this point, I was enjoying the guys’ spankings, but the switch in the hands of the two women was more than I could handle. Jessie remarked, “His little dick got hard.”

Then the switch landed between my legs hitting my cock and balls a couple of times. I was pleading, whimpering, and lost all control. These women were sadists and laughed their asses off.

Monica asked the guy holding me down,” Are any of you going to fuck his little ass?”

He said,” Not right now, maybe later.”

I saw Monica walk to the table. There was a crock of butter for the corn on the cob and some empty long neck beer bottles. She stuck the neck of the beer bottle in the butter and with an evil laugh said, “I’ll loosen him up for you’ and proceeded to sodomize me with the neck of the bottle.

Jessie said, “That boy is hard and dripping, Be a good little boy and, cum for us.’ By this time, I was shuttering and moaning. Jessica flicked the switch against my cock to help me along. I had an explosive orgasm and shot a huge load of cum.

Monica squeezed my butt and said, “Good boy now you’re ready for some biker dick. By the way, nice welts” They walked over to where Ed was, had a beer, complimented him for a great party and they left.

Fortunately, most of the guys didn’t use implements other than their bare hands, which was plenty painful. I got it with belts a few times. One guy got creative. He grabbed a piece of wood out of the kindling box. He said he was going to see if it hurt more on a cold wet butt.

He took me over to the big tub that was full of ice and beer bottles and gave me a few swats dry. Then he rubbed ice on my butt, cock, and balls, He also thought it would be funny to shove a few ice cubes up my butt. He and I both concluded getting it on a cold wet hurt a lot more.

This was an all-day party, going from noon to dark, so obviously I wasn’t spanked continuously. I was pressed into service as a combination waiter/busboy. I served food and drinks, cleaned off tables, picked up trash, and went to the house when beer and food ran low.

On one trip to the house, a guy went with me to help me carry the beer. Once there he said he wanted to suck my cock and swore me to secrecy. I agreed and I loved it and it felt great. I ended up ejaculating for a second time. He asked me if he could jack off on my butt. He did and it felt very nice.

A lot of times I would just talk to the guys and usually ended up answering all kinds of questions about why this turned me on. By this point in time, I found I was totally comfortable having no pants on.

I had drunk several beers and smoked some of the pot. I was getting pretty wasted.

The spanking also continued. Sometimes I was made to stand, while my butt was being slapped causing my cock and balls to be bouncing around. Quite a few ordered me to play with myself while being spanked.

Some spanked longer and harder than others. This is almost always accompanied by some fondling or holding my butt cheeks apart slapping my anus. I felt they enjoyed spanking me as much as I enjoyed being spanked. My butt was getting pretty raw and sore by then.

I did have to drop to my knees and give a couple of blow jobs. I wasn’t thrilled about sucking cock in front of everyone. It was not all that bad after some initial gagging but it wasn’t my favorite thing to do. They insisted that I swallow.

The last guys to spank me were the big black guy, who had made the comment about what he wanted to do to my butt, and another black guy. I later learned, that the guy who made the comment, was a bodybuilder and former Marine. He was huge. He simply wrapped his left arm around my waist, lifted me off the ground, and proceeded to spank me longer and harder than anyone else that day.

Still holding me in place the other guy, who was almost as big, spanked me just as long and as hard. By this time, I had tears in my eyes because my butt was bruised and burning.

When they finished, the bodybuilder still holding me up under his left arm carried me to the cooking area. He poured olive oil into my butt crack. He said, “White boy, we’re taking a trip to the barn.” His friend brought the olive oil bottle along.

Ed tried to discourage them by saying, “If you want to do that you both have to each put $50 in the contribution jar.”

The Black guy just smiled, reached into his jeans and pulled out a $100 bill, and dropped it in the jar. Ed looked stunned but said nothing.

Carrying me into the barn I struggle. He ordered, “Be still!” A volley of hard slaps on my butt followed by him clamping his huge around my cock and balls brought an end to my feeble resistance.

Once in the barn, he dropped me to my knees. When they pulled out their cocks, they were both rock-hard and I couldn’t believe how big they were. Both had to be at least ten inches long and as thick as a beer can. Looking down at me he said, “Boy you’re going to get five pounds of black dick up your skinny white ass from both of us.”

When I was nineteen, I had run afoul of a Black gangster named Jamaal and one of his associates named Lester.  As a consequence, I ended up getting fucked by several Black men.  At that time, I thought those guys were very well endowed but absolutely nothing compared to the two monster black cocks I was staring at now.

For the past three years, the only thing I had in my butt was an occasional finger while being spanked and the long neck beer bottle from earlier that day.  There was no way they were going to fit without ripping me apart.  I told him that and begged them not to fuck me.  I was told, “We paid our money and we’re going to get some ass.”

They held me down over a rail and the bodybuilder shoved a huge finger in me. I let out a gasp. “Damn this boy is tight. It going to take some work to get our dicks in there. I’m glad you brought the olive oil.”

While he was working his finger in and out my mind was transported back to Mr. Harris.  I remember the humiliation I felt when after spanking me when he did the same thing.  Mr. Harris told me that if I persisted in running around bare-assed I’d end up in jail. He told me to think about what it would be like to have some big hairy guy having his dick up my butt.  The combination of my memory of Mr. Harris and what was happening to me caused my cock to stiffen and I started feeling aroused.

Many fingers and a lot of olive later, I heard, “I think our little boy here is about ready. Are you ready for some dick boy?”

A couple of seconds later I felt the massive head of his cock push against my anal sphincter.  When he pushed the head in, I let out a scream, “It’s too big, take it out, it’s too big!”  He pulled it out and then pushed it back in.  He did this repeatedly and finally, I stopped screaming in pain

He slowly pushed it in deeper until I felt his balls against my butt cheeks.  I heard him say, “He’s so tight, I love it.”

He fucked me very slowly, pulling his cock almost completely out and then all the way back in repeatedly.  I was breathing heavily and I heard myself moaning. I realized I was also pushing my butt back into him.

 I lost track of time and became aware that my balls were tightening and I was approaching orgasm.  I cried out and began ejaculating.  I then went limp and he continued until he came.  When he pulled out of me, I experience a sense of loss.

His friend took his turn but I guess he’d gotten so aroused watching he had barely put his cock in me when he ejaculated.

They escorted me out of the barn to where Kenny was standing.  I was physically spent.  I was still partially hard and had cum dripping out my cock and out of my butt.  The bodybuilder smiled at Kenny and said, “You’re a lucky man. That’s a great little piece of ass you got there.”  Kenny had nothing to say.

I laid down on a chaise lounge and apparently fell asleep. Kenny woke me up a couple of hours later and I was alert enough to take the ride home with him.

The next day Kenny and I talked about what happened. I confronted him and he admitted that he told Ed and the club members about our play. Ed suggested that he invite his “Boy Toy” to their upcoming BBQ. Kenny told me all of them wanted an opportunity to engage in some boy play with me. I was angry with Kenny but I forgave him.

Because Kenny never had anal sex with me during our play sessions, he asked me if he could do it to me. I said yes, but only if he would suck my cock whenever I wanted. He agreed.

Kenny and I remained close friends and we played together until I moved out of state to go to graduate school. He never tired of spanking me and I loved almost every minute of it with the exception of a few times when he was legitimately pissed at me. I never forgot the spankings I got that were for real punishment.

A lot of his friends from the motorcycle club, including Ed, were around. There were spankings from Kenny that took place in their presence. Sometimes the guys spanked me as well. This was particularly true when they got together to watch football. Kenny liked me to wear only football socks and a football jersey that barely covered me. That was pretty much an open invitation which the guys took full advantage of.

The guys came up with a game that was very much to my liking.  At halftime, they would draw cards and the guy with the high card would give me one swat on the bare butt with a wood souvenir paddle, for the total number of points scored during the first half.  Then to thank him, he had the choice of a hand job or a blowjob.  You can figure out which most of them opted for. 

At the end of the game cards were drawn again and this time I got one swat for the total number of points scored during the entire game.  If by chance the same guy won, he had the option to take me into the bedroom and fuck me.  That only happened one time when Ed won both draws.  I was glad they were into football and not basketball where each team often scored upwards of 100 points.

I find it to be ironic that I would’ve never dreamed of telling Kenny about my penchant for spanking had he not inadvertently caught me. Nor did I ever dream or aspire to be a “Boy Toy” for a motorcycle club. It was a phase I very much enjoyed for the two years I played the role. It appealed to my submissive side and for that, I have Mr. Harris to thank. Had he not caught me in his backyard with no pants on and spanked me this would never have happened.

Marcus enjoyed a nice house in east Oakland, his large, beautiful wife left him for another man and his kids are grown and out of the house. At the age of fifty-five Marcus was quite lonely and used to having a lot of sex but now he has the house all to himself. In the days before he met his wife, he used to also date chubby white men especially ones with big male titties and fat asses. He went into the spare bedroom and pondered the possibility of having a live in feminine submissive male to keep him company without all the drama of living with a woman. For the next few weeks, he modified the spare bedroom so that there was no way of getting out the window. He added better door so that it locked from the outside this time he was going to get what do you wanted. this time he was going to get someone white, someone with blue eyes, someone who he could train to be submissive, and somebody who Would never leave him alone again.

Marcus was now looking for a chubby white man to make his new companion. He did not have a car so he went out traveling on buses and on trains throughout the Bay Area looking for someone he could possess. He could Train and keep, somebody he could transform from a straight acting man into the Sissy wife that he could enjoy. For weeks and weeks, he traveled throughout the Bay. One day he got on a bus  as he passed the driver, he noticed his blue eyes and dimples, that he was super chubby and had big male titties under his uniform. He paid his bus fare and chose a seat where he could have an unobstructed view of this man. Marcus traveled from one end to the other end. When the bus driver got out of his bus and was walking, Marcus was looking at him as a possible feminine submissive live in companion. Marcus went for dinner and came back waiting for the next time this bus was ready to board people going back the other direction, he got on smiling and paid his fare, this time he looked into the driver’s eyes and asked him how his day was so he could hear his voice. Marcus thought to himself his voice is not masculine but not too feminine either. Marcus sat in the same seat again enjoying the view of the drive and of the person driving.

Marcus made his way home for the evening and really liked what he saw today. When he woke up the next day he went back to look for the same bus and the same bus driver and did the same routine again. On his way back home he decided this was the one.

After putting in his work week and buying a car he decided to pursue it more. So, this time he decided to track the bus in his car until the bus driver got off duty. Marcus circled around as to not be obvious and followed the bus driver back to his house noticing where he lived. The following day all he had to do was sit near where he lived and notice what time he left for work then came back in the evening time and noticed when he got home this time he waited a little while and it paid off because he left again and went to the grocery store to get some food. Marcus went inside the store and followed the white chubby man then got close to him and said hello. Marcus asked the man, “shouldn’t your wife be with you when you shop?”
He responded, “if I had a wife she would probably shop with me.”

Marcus smiled back at the gentleman and said, “you are a beautiful man with nice blue eyes you should not be single.” the white man blushed and said thank you. Marcus wished him a good evening and left the store and waited in his car for the white man top get in his car and leave. Marcus at a distance followed him until he got back to where he lives. Marcus followed him for a whole week learning where he went and what he did. Marcus went back home and got back to work on a regular basis thinking what the next steps would be.

After a few weeks Marcus went back to look and find out where else he was going, one time he went to the gym at night Marcus went into the parking lot discreetly jabbing two of his tires so the car would not go anywhere and waited for him to come out of the gym. When he seen Gil look disgruntled at his flat tires Marcus got out of his car and greeted him, “how are you doing Gil?” he looked pretty upset so Marcus offered 2 take him to get a flat tire fix and help him get his car running. Marcus invited him into his car, then got into the back seat behind him saying he thinks he has a repair kit back there, when he gets him back he puts a leather strap around Gil’s neck then clinches it really tight. Gil can now feel the very tight strap around his neck. Marcus tells him not to move, Gil can now feel sharp knife around his face. “don’t move at all and if you scream something will happen. Marcus uses rope to tighten Gil’s legs to the front seat and then zip ties his wrists together and to the rope around his legs. Marcus puts a blanket over his legs and sets the seat back all the way then ties around the upper part of his body. Next he puts a small whiffle ball gag in his mouth then a towel over the face, and then leaves the parking lot.

Marcus drives his carefully to his garage in Oakland and closes the garage door behind him. Once in the garage he takes the gag out of his mouth after putting on loud music. He opens a bottle of Whiskey and forces Gil to swallow it. He waited for a bit then gave him some more until he was drunk. Then he got off Gil’s shoes and forced him into the main house into the spare bedroom. Gil is now in the single bed of a dimly lit room; Gil can feel the sharp metal scissors cutting away his clothes until he was naked. His wrists were tied to the metal bed frame.

Marcus got up and stood near the door looking back at this big chubby white guy handcuffed to the bed frame of the bed. Marcus stripped down and got on top of this chubb. The ball gag was put back in place. Marcus started kissing in making love to his new man which will become his woman. He sucked his neck kissing his lips around the ball gag. Sucked down to his chubby chest sucking the nipples and playing with the tits.

Marcus took the ball gag out as the whiskey was fading, Gil was now asking, “where am I? And what are you doing to me I am straight.” Marcus continued to suck his nipples, Gil asked the same question again this time he felt the burn in the pain of a well placed forceful slap across his face. Marcus said in a yelling voice, “I am your new husband you will listen to me, you will obey me, you will please me, I will breed you and all you have to do it’s not fight or make it difficult.”

Marcus moved his body up close to Gil’s mouth, “open your mouth, bitch.” Gil kept it closed in defiance and felt another slap across his face it was so painful that Gil started to cry. when his mouth opened Marcus put his big black cock inside and started moving it back and forth like he was face fucking him until Gil started to choke. “are you gonna suck my cock now or am I going to have to face fuck you?”

Marcus looked into Gil’s blue eyes as he started to suck him like a girl, then Marcus finally had what he had been looking for for a long time. After a while he could feel the orgasm building until it squirted it into Gil’s mouth. he made sure he swallowed it all as he chocked on it. Gil almost vomited and Marcus told him you will get used to it after a while.

“turn over bitch on your stomach.” Gil rolled over onto his stomach his wrist crossed as they were cuffed to the bed frame. Marcus put a pillow underneath his hips. Marcus got up and took the small leather whip from the top drawer. The next thing that was heard was Gil yelling in pain telling Marcus to stop. Marcus kept whipping not too hard but just enough to hear it hit the skin. “I will train you to listen I will train you to please me if you try to run or escape my pit bulls are outside in the yard and they are hungry for you. Don’t worry about your cell phone I tossed that in the Creek in the chip is taken out. I have your wallet inside he locked iron cabinet.”

Marcus got back on the bed between the chub’s legs and push them apart. Marcus sucked on the ass cheeks and spanked him for a bit then he moved up his body forcing his legs apart with his knees. Gil felt the cold gel of Lube being spread on his asshole, He could feel Marcus’s cock pressing against his ass over and over again until the tip of his cock stretched the hole taking his anal virginity. Gil pleaded with him to stop as it was too tight Marcus reached under Gil’s chest cupping a feel of his titties. Marcus could feel his tight asshole around his black Dick it felt good as he pounded the chub until his cock convulsed. Gil could feel the squirting of warm come inside his body until Marcus pulled out of his ass smacking his cheeks and squirting more come onto his ass cheeks. Marcus bent down, “ you are a very tight fuck, I will be coming in your girly cunt every day.”  

Marcus got up, and locked the metal cage door behind him, then closed the wood door and locked it.

*Let me know if you want a part two

I was in my first year of graduate school. There was a requirement that we do a 9-month counseling practicum. I was assigned to an affiliated church camp for young male repeat offenders ages eighteen to twenty who had committed nonviolent criminal offenses.

The courts selected this particular group of offenders because they presented problems for the criminal justice system. They were past the age where they would be under the auspices of the juvenile justice system and were in the adult probation system. But all were facing probation revocation, which meant jail or prison time. So this was a second and last chance alternative.

In addition to learning respect for the law and social responsibility, the young men had real-world opportunities to learn skilled trades, earn a GED, study for college entrance exams and apply for college admission. Upon completing the program, hopefully, they will now become responsible and productive citizens. In addition, upon successful completion, their criminal records were deleted by the court.

In charge was fifty-year-old Reverend John, who was uniquely qualified. Before his ordination, he served in the military, was in combat, and worked ten years in civilian law enforcement. Reverend John was an imposing figure. He was a big, fit, and muscular man who could present himself in a stern, uncompromising manner or as a deeply caring and compassionate man depending upon the circumstances at the time.

The camp was a boot camp, educational facility, and church camp. We dressed all alike, cotton shorts and T-shirts with the camp’s logo in warmer months and sweatshirts and sweatpants in colder months to promote cohesiveness.

The camp had strict rules and violations that resulted in various disciplinary methods, including loss of privileges, writing essays, being assigned extra chores, physical exercise, group confrontation, and corporal punishment when deemed necessary. In the case of serious violations, Reverend John could transfer jurisdiction back to the court for incarceration.

My job was to provide individual and group counseling and address rule violations. I would then escort the resident to Reverend John’s cabin, consult with him, and he would decide the appropriate discipline.

Corporal punishment was rare. Residents were free to decline corporal punishment and chose instead to be returned to the criminal justice system, an option that no one selected. However, I was required to be present when it was to be employed.

Reverend John was a firm believer that paddling was a last resort but did serve a useful purpose. However, he believed it should give the violator plenty of time to consider his misbehavior.

He used a medium-weight ash paddle that produced severe stinging and burning but would not cause bruising during a prolonged paddling.

Reverend John ordered the miscreant to remove his shorts or sweat pants during the punishment. He would then administer the paddling on the standard-issue white cotton briefs.

Afterward, Reverend John would lower the young men’s briefs in the back to check that their buttocks were sufficiently red but not bruised. What followed was corner time with their red bottoms still exposed to give them time to consider their behavior.

The young men returned to their dormitory with their briefs still lowered so others saw their red buttocks and would know the price they had paid for their “sins.” Also adding an element of public humiliation.

It was not uncommon for young men to have visible erections and sometimes wet spots on the front of their briefs, which became even more apparent after corner time. Observing their discomfort during the paddling and corner time was a delightful and unexpected perk of my job.

While a strict disciplinarian, Reverend John was a very amiable fellow, well-liked by residents and staff. He and I got along very well. He and I would often dine together in his cabin, sip good brandy, and engage in conversation on various topics in the evenings.

On weekends most of the staff were off-campus, and Saturday afternoons were a free time for the residents.

An altercation broke out between a slightly built eighteen-year-old named Johnson and a much larger nineteen-year-old named Williams, who was a bit of a bully.

Johnson had given Williams the finger and told him to fuck himself. Williams retaliated by throwing Johnson down to the ground, yanking off his shorts and underwear, and slapping his bare buttocks in front of some other residents. He further humiliated Johnson by making him remain outside bare below the waist.

Word of this incident got to Reverend John. Williams came to Reverend John’s cabin. I was present.

Initially, Williams tried to downplay the incident saying he thought it was funny and did Johnson no harm.

After a brief discussion with Reverend John Williams knew that this assault was a grave offense that wanted expulsion from the camp and returned to the court’s custody. Williams would face two years in prison. However, he tearfully pleaded for this not to happen.

Overall he had a good record, and I did not want to see him expelled and advocated strongly for Williams.

After lengthy consideration, Reverend John told Williams he had a choice. He could either be expelled or submit to a prolonged paddling on his bare buttocks, after which he would be sent outside bare below the waist and apologize to Johnson and the other residents.

Given that Williams felt it was funny, he would have an opportunity to reassess his opinion.

Williams would remain that way the rest of the day, so all could see the price he paid to discourage other such incidents. Reverend John asked my opinion, and I told him it seemed to be an appropriate punishment that fit the crime. Desperately wanting to avoid prison, Williams agreed.

Before being paddled, young Mr. Williams had to stand at attention bare below the waist while Reverend John questioned and lectured him about his conduct. Naturally, Williams did not find this funny.

Perhaps as a result of fear, feelings of vulnerability are maybe adrenaline. Williams stood at attention with an erection the entire time. He was highly humiliated and embarrassed, becoming tearful. Reverend John made no mention of Williams’s state of arousal. I found myself enjoying his predicament immensely.

During Mr. Williams’ punishment, I was mesmerized as I watched his adorable butt go from white to pink to brilliant shiny red, undulating while listening to his pleas and then sobs.

I stood where I could also observe Williams’ cock and balls bouncing up and down with each swat. Then, still hard, his cock began to drip pre-cum.

I glanced out the window during the paddling and saw that Johnson and the other residents were waiting outside Reverend John’s cabin. While they couldn’t see in, they could certainly hear what was happening.

After being paddled, Williams turned around and faced us. He was crying, his cock was fully erect, and he had a long stream of clear pre-cum dripping to the floor.

Williams was escorted out of the cabin by Reverend John to begin his apology tour.

Williams had not expected everyone to be standing right outside. Reverend Johnson addressed the group, Make sure that Mr. Williams remains bare the remainder of the day.

As Williams walked off with his peers, I heard laughter. Everyone took note of his bright red butt and hard dripping cock.

I had empathy for his humiliation. When I was eighteen and paddled by the couch after gym class, I ejaculated and had to take off my gym shorts and jockstrap in front of all my classmates. By the end of the day, everyone knew what had happened.

Reverend John came back in, went to his desk, poured two brandies, and told me to have a seat.

He sat across from me and looked me in the eyes, saying, “I’m distraught, and I need to know why you were fondling yourself during his punishment.”

I told him I didn’t do that. He said, “Please don’t lie to me. I could see your reflection in the glass picture frame.” He continued saying, “You still have a visible erection and like to know how it is that you have a wet spot on the front of your shorts. What do you have on underneath them?”

I looked down, and he was right. I admitted that I wasn’t wearing underwear and that I rarely did.

There was no anger in his voice. Instead, he said to me, “No, lies. I want to hear from you what this is all about. Did you want to be the person who paddled him?”

Reverend John was the kind of person to whom you wanted to be truthful. So, I answered him truthfully. I said, “No, I did not want to paddle him. I wanted to be the one who got paddled.”

I thought he would be shocked or disgusted, but he wasn’t. Instead, he wanted to know why I would like that. I told him that it was because of various things that happened while growing up. He smiled warmly and said, “Please tell me about those things.”

I told him it probably started with Mr. Harris. I told him about being spanked and paddled when he caught me in the yard with no pants on and how it caused me to become sexually aroused.

Reverend John asked, “Did he do anything else?” After paddling me, I admitted that Mr. Harris put his fingers in my butt, which caused me to ejaculate.

I felt an overwhelming need to confess to Reverend John. So I took a couple of sips of brandy and told him all about things that I had done over the past several years.

I told him about my BDSM play with a black guy named Jerome. About my encounter with Jamaal, a black gangster, and what had happened to me after I had asked Jamaal’s sister for a blowjob.

I related how I had been blackmailed and pressured by Lester, an associate of Jamaal, and was used as his white sex toy until I moved. I also told him about my experience as a “Boy Toy” for a motorcycle club.

After hearing the details, he remarked, “Those were some pretty wild and kinky experiences. “Did you enjoy them?” I told him that I did. Then, he asked if I still engaged in that kind of play, and I told him I wasn’t.

He asked, “Do you miss it?” Then, remarking, “Judging from your reaction to Mr. Williams paddling, such things sexually arouse you.”

I couldn’t believe I was sharing this information with him, but it felt good and natural. Reverend John said, “So would you like me to paddle you?”

He shocked me. That’s when I noticed he was smiling and had an erection. Then, finally, it dawned on me that he liked what he had heard.

Things were moving too fast. Frankly, I was stunned at Reverend John’s response. I wasn’t sure I was ready for this, but I wanted it.

Some time passed before I answered him, and then I said, “Yes, please, I would like that.”

He told me, “I’m not so sure you will like it, but I know I will. I liked paddling Mr. Williams, and now after what you told me, I will definitely like paddling you.” He stood up, took a sip of his brandy, and said, “Get your shorts off.” I obeyed Reverend John.

When I removed my shorts, I was fully erect. Reverend Joh took charge. He reached out and took hold of my erect cock, saying, “That’s a good start.” Then, still holding on to my cock he walked me over to his desk and bent me over.

While paddling me, Reverend John admitted that on those occasions when he administered corporal punishment, he experienced sexual pleasure and arousal. But I guess I was too caught up in my feelings to notice.

He said he was enjoying himself while paddling me. He was treating me no differently than he treated Williams. My reaction was identical to Williams’ response.

He was right about one thing: the ash paddle had a hell of a sting and burn. I was moaning and getting into it, and by this time, my cock was rock hard and dripping, the fact that he remarked on.

I didn’t cry like Williams, but my eyes were misty, and my butt was on fire. He told me to remain in place. I obeyed. Then Reverend John surprised me.

He said, “Now I have a confession to make to you. I read a sexually explicit novel about a priest who paddled his students’ bare bottoms and then sodomized them. If I recall, they called it buggering.”

He continued, “That mental image has always stuck in my mind. Whenever I see a bare red bottom, I think how nice it would be to put my dick in it, feel its warmth and dominate its owner. You told me that in the past, men had sodomized you. I would very much like to do it right now. Would that be okay?”

I told him I would like that very much. After getting some lotion, he gave me a proper ending to my discipline session, with both of us ejaculating almost simultaneously.

After we cleaned up, he suggested that we have some more brandy and dinner. Reverend John was in charge, saying that you will remain pants off in line with Mr. Williams’ punishment. He chuckled, “I wonder what the guys are doing to Williams.”

He put me over his lap and spanked me several more times, nor had he had his fill of buggering. Only this time, he used my mouth to make him hard.

At the end of the evening, he said, “Now we have something to look forward to on Saturdays.”

I heard unsubstantiated rumors that the guys told Williams he could either voluntarily get butt fucked by Johnson or forcibly butt fucked by all residents. The story also had it that he wisely opted for Johnson. I don’t know if it was true, but I never saw any more bullying behavior on Williams’s part.

We functioned, as usual, six days a week, but Saturdays became our special day.

Reverend John’s only requirement was that our sessions also served a useful disciplinary purpose.

I was required to confess any inappropriate conduct or misbehavior I committed during the week. Offenses included:

Being lax in my professional duties.

Wasting time or procrastinating.

Not being attentive enough to the resident’s needs.

Skipping daily chapel.

Violation of camp rules.

I always fantasized about being called to the “headmaster’s office, and I knew what was coming.

Reverend John took his role as my disciplinarian quite seriously. As I mentioned earlier, he could be quite stern and intimidating when he chose to be. I stood before him, pants off, and recited every professional shortcoming, inappropriate or unproductive behavior, and all violations of camp rules.

I would have to explain why I had engaged in such conduct, why it was wrong, and what steps I would take to make the necessary corrections. It was never a pleasant experience.

He would then announce what my punishment would be. Usually, he would use his paddle for my corporal punishment, but he introduced a leather strap, cane, or switches on some occasions.

It was real disciplinary punishment. Reverend John did nothing to make it erotic or sensual, leaving that aspect to my private thoughts. It would be untrue to say that he did not enjoy his role as my disciplinarian; he most certainly did. But he also wanted to make me a better person and clinician.

I often hoped the punishment would stop, but it always continued until Reverend John felt I had learned my lesson. I don’t believe I cried, but I always was misty-eyed and apologized profusely during my punishment. Reverend John would then bugger my red and sore butt and order corner time.

After completing my punishment, he introduced the pleasurable erotic play. I found this arrangement entirely satisfactory and look forward to it.

He learned from an ex-cop who handled camp security that I had smoked a joint with two residents on one occasion. He was incensed and dealt with all three of us severely. We walked back to the dormitory with red butts on display. In my case, that wasn’t all that was on display. I regretted not wearing underwear.

It was good that the residents saw that no one was exempt from the rules. It wasn’t very comfortable during the walk seeing the reactions of the residents and staff. I also had to contend with unending ribbing from everyone. All unanimously agreed that Reverand John gave me what I deserved,

Reverend John never said so, but I suspected he was pretty pleased with his handling of my infraction. Young Mr. Williams told me he was delighted. I did note the residents were more responsive to my counseling.

After my practicum was over, I would drive up to the camp every few weeks on Saturdays to spend the weekend. I enjoyed our talks as well as the brandy and dinner.

I also always brought a list of behaviors I was not proud of, and he always thoroughly addressed them. The drive home was always uncomfortable.

Eventually, Reverend John transferred to a church out-of-state, and we went our separate ways, but I never forgot our sessions. He did make me a better man and a better clinician. I hope Reverend John found another young man to mentor.

Hey guys. When it comes to sexual preferences, the spectrum of choices range widely, way beyond the binary boy/girl realm. When it comes to feet, these choices are similar. I, for once, have my preferences concerning what kind of feet I’m about to worship. I like them clean, with perfectly aligned toes, very high arches and smooth soles. As long as you have feet like this, I will be there to devour them.

At first, these characteristics would eliminate racial profiles. Honestly, this is not always the case. Based on my experiences and preferences, I developed a list of the races whose feet turn me on the most, following the criteria previously established. It is important to stress that these are not strict rules since things are not a hundred percent black and white. My rank for hottest feet:

1.  Caucasians
2. Latinos 
3. Asians
4. Indians
5. Blacks

Please, please do not get me wrong. I’m not here to start a fuss or look down upon blacks. In fact, I love all races and I’ve had steamy sex with many black guys in my life. However, feetwise, many of them did not presented the features I go after when it comes to feet. Sorry, a fact. I remember this time when I was visiting NYC. I stayed in a hostel in one of those eight people sharing bedrooms, therefore taking someone there was out of the question. 

While hanging out outside for a smoke, I was approached by this most handsome Afro-American guy I’ve ever seen. If you guys are familiar with the S.W.A.T tv series, you know the major black character who’s the protagonist of the show; I forgot the actor’s name right now. But this dude looked exactly like him. I was totally taken by his good looks and, when he offered to take me to a friend’s place nearby, I just followed him. The first thing that kind of threw me out of the game, was the fact that the “friend” was actually there. “Hey, I’m here to have sex with your buddy”, how do you manage that?

Anyways, the guy did not seem to bother and we started making out. Guys, what a man. It surprised me that he removed all my clothes off first, always a good sign that the partner is into you. We kissed for a long time sexually, not passionately, in case you know the difference. I took his clothes off and was greeted with a perfect body that simply agreed with his face. Once I reached to his feet, he stopped all the action and simply said “no”. Well, that was a second for me. I said: “That’s ok, I need to”. The moment his feet was bare, I understood his resistance. It was way beyond race; his feet were naturally deformed! 

I do not have words to describe them, but I knew there was no way I would play with them. This, was a first. I concentrated on his great body and we came at different times by simply sucking dicks. It took me a while to hook up with another black guy after that, until Vinny showed up on my steps a few months later. Seriously, I do not know how it happened; just out of the blue, this Lenny Kravit look alike was sitting besides me. It was a hot summer night and I was wearing shorts and my Brazilian flag flip flops. Vinny says: “Nice shoes, especially what they hold, great flip flops by the way”. Though I totally understood what he had just said, my reaction was: “pardon me”. He continued: “your flip flops are nice, I bet they would look great on my nice feet”. Me: “Really?! Show me them”.

 Without any hesitation, the guy slowly unlaced his shoes, one by one, and presented me a pair of strong, surreal well shaped feet, with the highest arches I’ve seen on a black guy. His feet were perfect, toes included. All I knew at that moment was that I had to taste them and Vinny was all willing to let me do it. I took him up to my apartment. Guys, that man was the devil. Besides his good looks, HUGE cock and balls, amazing legs and FEET, he was a charmer. Once he realized his feet had total control over me, he did everything on his power to enslave me, and it worked. That night, he started saying his feet were in need of serious attention since they’ve hurt so badly; he had been on his feet all day long, that he had even tried to persuade some coworkers to give him a foot massage, but no avail. I took those perfect size elevens on my face and sucked on them forever. He was already naked on bed and his cock showed all the appreciation of the foot job I was providing. I took my time working on both his feet, one at a time.

I sucked on his meaty toes, licked his high arches, but on his heels and smelled his soles over and over. His hard dick, that I also took time swallowing and teasing like there was no tomorrow, showed me he was enjoying the foot attention like a pig. He was also a great kisser and promised to suck on my toes if I allowed him to spend the night. How can one say no to that offer? Though he was not into feet himself, he did a great job sucking on mine, while I lubed his hard prick, stroked it quickly and managed to tickle his arches at the same time. 

Vinny’s cum flew first, up into the air and all over my bed. I came shortly after, just staring at his arches. We’ve got together a few times after that, always with the same intensity. Stereotypes are overrated. My time with Vinny and other black guys has showed me that.

So I was off to meet my dealer and get some tackle and he sends a new lad. Who was about 20ish, muscular, good looking paki lad proper wanna be bad boy driving a golf. I jump in car and notice a cop car coming round corner so we drive off. Bit of chit chat cop car goes and I said im off to garage he offered to drop me and take me back at mine. Bit of talk in car on way and he asked me if I had any birds at my place. I said to him not my bag that pal. He was confused and I said to him im on other bus birds not my cup of tea. 

He was fine said fair play I got to garage and notice he was on phone. It was about 2 am jump back in car and he asks do I smoke  weed. I do but like my tackle hence him dropping off me some. He said he had finished the graft for the night now. I asked if he had any plans and he said nah go for a drive and smoke go home late as lives at home  still. 

I said I couldn’t live with anyone i like my own place. He quizzed me who was with and as I was a bit wired I said I met a guy and he went back home a bit a go and I was just gona have a few ones a beer and chill out with a bit of porn  hub. He laughed anyway bit more talk on way to mine and he offered me some spliff. 

I offered him as had no plans to come in and have a smoke. He said yeh we got to mine and he was complimentary about my house. He asked for loo I told him off he went and come back downstairs and as he walked past me at couch fuck me he had a right bulge helped by his tracky bottoms. He skins up I offer him a drink he had a jd. Bit more chat and he has a line too with me. YouTube was on tv and I went to loo I said if wanted to change music as I walk upstairs I notice music off I have a pee come back downstairs. 

And he only opened my Internet browser  my mistake he said. Last thing I was watching was straight DP group as I like straight porn. I was like shit sorry about that he said no worries mate thought u was gay so why do u watch straight porn. I told him I like it more and he said in all fairness this looks banging. 

I left it on tv and we were talking drinking he asks for some more jd he stands up and gets bottle. He has a fucking massive boner he notices I saw and I laugh and said easy tiger he laughs and sits back down and he said well what do u expect with this on tv. I did say yeh true and admitted I had a good semi on and have done since it got put on. 

I also added that nowt to be ashamed of and in all fairness mate looks like u have a beast down there. He started bragging saying no complaints and bitches come for more and makes them squirt ect. I laugh and say well looks like u got queues of them right now. Anyway he said usual lass is away we talk more I notice he now starts moving his dick through trackys while we talk he shows me a picture of the lass. 

Passes me phone I sad she’s not bad he told me to look at next pic yeh not bad I say but I scroll to one after it. Only a cock pic fuck it looked impressive I passed him phone back apologizing he wasn’t bothered. He started asking me about guys and I told him I love sucking cock and guys no drama after etc. He at this point says he’s straight and asked if I thought he had a big dick. He did not lying either id say easy 8 and girthy too. So I said yeh he said some lasses can’t take it so I brag saying I’d deep throat that easily. 

Really he says I said yeh no problems to base I’ve sucked bigger. He asks so tell him about a guy who baby’s arm … I told him he’s got good girth and said bet u got big balls too. He said not really look Wow fucking wow he stands up pulls trackys down and shows me. He said long as u don’t tell anyone I said I wont he takes his trackys off and I notice a pair of grey d&g boxers. I told him nice boxers I got a thing for lad in them they make me weak… really he stands up takes top off now he’s naked opposite me and puts on boxers and asks do I like what I see. I said yes he then starts stroking his cock through them. 

I’m hard as fuck now too. I said think I need to take my jeans off. He saw I was hard and says I must like what I see he comes closer and stands Infront of me. He flexes his muscles too asking do I like it I said yeh he bends over his ass looks amazing. My cock was throbbing i sit back he then grinds on me constantly asking do I think looks hot. Yes very I tel him and he gives me a lap dance fucking beautiful athletic body not very hairy massive thighs and good defined arms and pecs. 

Proper fit paki lad and top it off still had a gold chain on he sits next to me and says I’m not gay but fuck it I’m horny and wana play and asks me to make a line I tell him to do it. He gets up kneels on floor using coffee table and makes 2 massive lines I do mine he dose his he grabs his trackys goes in his pocket. Puls out a massive bag of my mate Charlie and said tonight is on me. Buzzing we make another line and I ask if he wants a Drink he said he will get it so stands up grabs bottle pours us both a good sized drink neat cheers !!! 

He sits next to me and i could tell it was gona be a chill session too not straight to it. He asks if can change porn yeh no worries he gets remote and puts some step mum son on he is still hard as fuck he sits on arm of sofa facing me showing off his body flexing ect. He takes off his boxers and puts them over my cock and starts stroking it.. talking proper dirty too he moves boxers and puts them to my face I sniff them he’s crouching Infront over me asking do I like them. 

Body contact it feels amazing and he then sits on my lap both our cocks touching we are face to face no talking just staring he puts his chain in his mouth fuck I could have shot my load but I didn’t he asks again do I think he looks good. Yes fit as I said and we kissed proper snog too. After he says again I’m not gay but I want dirty fucking sex all night are we off upstairs now. We get gear go upstairs into my bedroom he goes to loo I wait in bed putting porn on tv he comes in rack one up I said to him. 

He laid on bed and said do it off me so I did a line off his cock he pushes me back and grabs my cock sprinkles it on it and snorts a line off it. Once done he licks it took my by surprise and then starts sucking my cock not amazing could tell he not done it loads of times if at all but it felt amazing. He looks at me while sucking me off fit as fuck !!! That was it he was like a rabbit I suck him fuck he says wow that’s amazing. 

I start sucking him proper sloppy BJ too.  He was groaning he moves and we are both in 69 position. I move off his throbbing cock we kiss and spit in his mouth and push him over so his ass is in air. I glide my tongue in rimming him deep wow oh fuck he lets out wow that’s amazing I spit on his hole slap his ass and go deeper in. 

After a while I lift up lick his back I’m over him he goes to lift up I push him back down slap his arse spit on my cock and slowly slide it in. It felt amazing proper nice and tight I start getting faster and harder balls slapping on his ass cheeks I pull out flip him over pull him in and fuck him again while facing him his cock was still solid while I’m fucking him harder and harder I spit on him slap his face calling him my dirty fucking bitch he responds better than I expected yes daddy please go on daddy I spit on his face while buried in his ass. 

Finally I shoot my load in him I then tongue it out of his hole and snog him. Both breathing deeply I noticed his spunk I lick it off him we kiss again swapping cum and lay back on bed. Wow pal that was amazing cheers I said we were both laid in bed another sneaky line then pal I said and he laughed and we had another massive line and chill on bed. A few hours later round 2 starts off …

After the romp with my boss and Kevin, I was so hoping for another round and maybe a crack at my boss’s ass. Hell, I could have gone all night with both of them. Sadly, round two didn’t happen that afternoon. Or any other afternoon any time after that. My boss left shortly after Kevin without saying anything other than a stilted thanks and goodbye. It was almost as if he had retreated back into his silent stoic self.

At the office for the next few weeks it was pretty much as if nothing had happened. There was no mention of our fun time in the bookstore or three way or any hint that anything might happen again. Which was kind of disappointing. It was making me a bit crazy since I was hornier than normal given what happened and wanting a repeat performance. I had even tried dressing a bit more provocatively to show off my solid worked out body a bit better with more form fitting pants and tighter shirts. No real response though, even if I caught his gaze lingering a bit long on my ass when he thought I wouldn’t notice.

I had to strive to focus on actual work instead of getting lost in erotic daydreams of blowing him while he sat as his desk. Or better yet, him blowing me between clients where we are of course interrupted by the hunky Fedex delivery guy or the hot barista from the Starbucks two doors down. I was in a near perpetual state of semi-arousal at the office these days.

After more than a month of nothing, I was alone in the office and bored while waiting for the boss and his morning appointment to show up. Both were running late. The clients were a married couple in their thirties. Both were very attractive, she was a willowy nordic blonde and the husband was a walking wet dream. His name was Ron and he had that swarthy Italian look that was well, wow. Though he was big and butch, he was also gifted with an impish grin and dimples. Then there was that little tuft of chest hair that always seemed to be peeking out from the collar of his shirt. So while waiting and twiddling my thumbs, I was working on organizing stacks of files into boxes for archive and watching porn on computer.

When the intercom dinged to let me know someone was in the lobby, I quickly stopped the porn and hit the buzzer to open the door but this time it was only Ron. He explained Kristina was on an extended business trip so he was flying solo today. He was dressed in a dark blue teeshirt that accentuated those wide shoulders and in form fitting jeans showing off a nice package. Having him alone in the office like that made me realize that maybe spending the morning watching porn and daydreaming while working had not been the best idea. Would his wife really mind so much if I gave him a quick blow job?

I was having a hard time keeping my eyes from wandering a bit too far south as we chatted while waiting for my boss to show. With Ron sitting on the small couch with his legs splayed just a bit too wide, it didn’t help that his hand would occasionally move to adjust himself, seeming to linger a bit. Then he complimented me on how clothes showed off my build and idly wondered about hitting me up for workout tips. Part of my mind, the oversexed always horny part, idly wondered if this was deliberate flirting or just guy stuff. Then he mentioned how ‘hard’ the physical separation from his wife was as he spread his legs a bit more. Oh boy. While my recent adventures with my boss had opened my mind to playtime in the office, I wasn’t sure how he would feel about walking in on my sucking a client’s dick. That might be a bit too much… then again, it could be fun.

Luckily, Ron’s cell phone rang and I was given a moments respite as he answered and started to talk. In an effort to get a bit of space, I started to put everything I’d organized into the archive boxes so I could move them to the storeroom.

As he continued to chat, I signaled I’d be back in a minute as I lifted the first two boxes and left the front office. In the storeroom my mantra was ‘focus focus focus’ as I took a deep breath after putting the boxes on the shelf. Back at the front, Ron’s phone rang again as I picked up the next couple of boxes. Then as I turned to leave the storeroom the second time, Ron stood in the doorway.

“That was the bossman, he’s gonna be at least another 20-30 minutes. I told him I’d grab a Starbucks or something.” Ron said with an emphasis on the word ‘something.’ Then with a tiny smirk and his thumb hooked on his jeans he stretched his fingers over his hardening cock.

“So how does ‘something’ sound to you?”

“Something?” I answered with an awkward croak, wondering if I was still in bed dreaming, as my cock roared to life. Taking that as a yes, Ron quickly moved closer, a lot closer.

Ron was so close I could see the little flecks of gold in his dark eyes and breath in the scent of him, something earthy with a hint of sandalwood. His hands came up my hips and he pulled his groin to mine and I felt the hardness in his jeans. Leaning forward, Ron leaned in even closer to gently kiss my cheek before moving to nibble on my ear.

“I want to suck your cock.” He whispered.

Turning my head, my lips met his in a gentle kiss. I deepened the kiss and our tongues entwined as I felt the roughness of his ever present five o’clock shadow. My own arms came up and pulled him to me and I ground myself against him. Then I slid my hands down to that sexy meaty ass to caress it and even through the denim I could feel just how solid it was. His own hands weren’t idle and stroked my back and shoulders as we continued to make out. My cock was rock hard and pressing almost uncomfortably against him when he broke the kiss.

He quickly dropped to his knees and pressed his face into my crotch before sliding my pants and underwear down to inhale my cock to the root. Jesus that felt good. Looking down I watched him as he sucked and swallowed my dick with a hunger that surprised me. His hands came up to tweak my nipples as he pulled off for a moment to work on my balls.

I let out a moan as he wrapped one hand around my cock and slowly jacked it while focusing his attention on the head. His tongue swirled around as I looked down and our gazes met.

“I wish we had more time, I’d love to feel you inside me. To fuck and fill me.” Ron said softly as he jacked me a little faster and vacuumed sucked the head of my dick. Just the idea of his big butch man on his back with his legs in the air as I fucked myself into him had me blowing my load into his hungry mouth.

Ron had trouble swallowing it all and I saw he had a bit of my cum on his chin as he leaned back. Pulling him up off his knees, I licked up that little drop of jizz and kissed him deeply. I could taste myself on him, making me wish we had more time. I wanted to fuck him right here, right now and feel his the heat of his ass as shot my load inside him.

“My turn.” I said as I dropped to my own knees and quickly unbuttoned his 501s and pulled them down. He was going commando, of course he was, I thought as his hard cock stood straight out. Probably almost eight inches, it as fat, veiny, with a beautiful head and already leaking heavily. It was also down my throat in two seconds flat. Swallowing him all the way to the root, I used my hands to grabs his ass cheeks. With one finger I teased his hole as I pressed my face into his crotch.

With a loud moan, he ran his fingers through my hair and after just a few thrusts he came straight down my throat. I swallowed spurt after spurt of his load before coming up to taste the last few shots directly on my tongue. It was warm and salty and delicious. Using my tongue I gently cleaned any remaining jizz of his cock before standing back up to pull him back into a kiss.

A few minutes later we were still making out when my phone dinged letting me know my boss had entered the parking structure. Working quickly, Ron and I cleaned up and somehow managed to get back to the front room before the front door opened. At least I hope we did, my boss did give us an odd look but didn’t say anything as he took Ron into his office for their appointment.

After the meeting, I slipped Ron my cell number as my boss was distracted by another call. What he said about wanting to get fucked was still echoing in my brain along with the image of him naked in bed with his legs wrapped around me.

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Two Weddings

Oral Bottom’s memorial was touching. My father who had know Oral for decades offered the first toast. “Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Dylan Thomas.”

Our history studying gentle Izzy ended the night with the best toast to Oral Bottom.

To absent friends To those we have met.
To those we have yet to meet.
To those who have left us for a while
And to those who have left us forever
Let us lift our glasses.
And drink a toast
That they may abide in our hearts
Forever.
– Robert Burns

We were all crying as we left.

Two weeks before the weddings Firmus A. Dick spared no expense in transforming Joe’s Bar into a beautiful wedding venue. He bought new tables and chairs. Had a new bar installed and replaced the old stools. On the wall with no windows he put up a ceiling to floor mirror covering the entire wall. He removed all the saddles, cowboy memorabilia, all those hats and pictures of horses. Filled the place with plants. Had the floor cleaned. When asked why he did it. “For my friend, Jack Jr. I can’t tell you how many times he’s given me an unintentional blowjob and never once complained.” The statement made me laugh … cause it was so true.

The men each picked a best man. Dad of course chose Ben Dover now married to Daly Wood. I picked Dicky, naturally. Bless his heart, Dicky volunteered to be best man to both me and Izzy. Willie asked Firmus since they’d become good friends over time.

We found a retired gay minister, Father Fap from Twinktown to officiate the weddings . The Motel on Route 69 was booked up. (not impressed it only has 8 rooms with working plumbing.) The owner had Max Boner out three times to fix the broken ones. And one time he even tried to fix one instead of, you know, fucking the owner.

Willie and I chose matching light blue suits on a shopping trip to Big Top City. Dad and Izzy went with traditional tuxedos they rented in Buttsville.
The catering was being done by The Happy Crack cafe on Lazy Jism River Road. Steak, Chicken or Fish entrees.

I was relieved when the Big Day finally arrived. Firmus A. Dick came over very early and cooked us all a big breakfast. “Now remember boys, arrive at noon enter from the side door that leads to the office and supply room. When you hear the music around 12:15 come out single file from the office door go under the heavenly canopy at center of the room. Father Fap will be waiting for you.”

After Firmus left, Dad popped open a bottle of champagne. “Okay.” he started, “Now is the time to run, if you’re getting cold feet.” The laughter was sweet. In a few short hours we were clean, dressed, perfumed and waiting in the office of Joe’s Bar preparing to tie some knots.
Suddenly the great Etta James’ iconic voice filled the air with “At Last” and we all walked single file to the Heavenly canopy and Father Fap. There were white tissue bells everywhere. Twirled white crepe paper stretching from wall to wall with crepe paper flowers.

Our friends celebrated the four of us. Coach Manly, Janus Hole, Randy Handy, Max Boner, Emma Mann, Deputy Dick Leaking, Peter Etter, Doc Hardbody, Rod Ryder, Daly Wood, Firmus, Bent Hardly and more.

One Wild Wedding Night

A sudden storm arose at the end of our reception. I told my son Jack Junior we needed to end the wedding event. The skies went dark and the heavens rumbled. Ben was supposed to drive us to Big Top City to catch our flight. But being the intuitive quick-thinking Sheriff he was, he called Midgay airport. “Uh huh. Okay. Okay.” He ended the call and turned to us. “Tornados are touching down everywhere. It’s affecting five states. All flights canceled. Look, Daly’s alone and he hates thunderstorms. Best Wedding ever. I love you all.” Sheriff Dover left.

“Listen up boys, yes we’re still going to Mexico Cancum just a day or two delay. But they will reschedule us. I’ll call the Buttplug Beach Resort and let them know our situation. Willie pull a bottle of champagne from the fridge, get glasses and do the honors.”
Willie was giggling, “I just realized you’re my real father-in-law … like legally. I have to listen to you.” Everyone laughed.

“Oh, Handsome son of mine, look in the new hutch for candles, stick matches and a flashlight. Oh, sexy and wonderful husband o’ mine, in our bedroom the right nightstand has some sweet diesel pot, bring the bong too. I am gonna get towels, the big jug of lube, poppers, the special dildo I wish to put up my hubby’s awesome hole.”

Junior asked, “The fist shaped one?”

I smiled, “Yes.”

Junior giggled. “Dad, … Willie fisted me. I loved it.”

“That’s my boy! I’m so proud of you.”

Willie howled. “Junior took it like a pro. I recorded it on my phone. I’ll show ya later.” He handed out the champagne. I moved the love seat closer to the sofa and the solid coffee table, easier access to each other.

A loud thunderous crash jolted us. Everyone went about their tasks as I continued leading the men. “Every stud must get down to his wedding day underwear and model for the studio audience.” I grabbed Izzy and put him on my lap. Willie and Junior sat across from us.

My son raised his glass, “A toast to our unique little corner of the world. And to the men I love.”
“Here. Here.” We clinked glasses. 

The rain came down harder.

Willie stood up. Took off his tie and shirt off having ditched the jacket when they first got home. “My wedding undies!” He dropped his pants and stepped out of them. Light blue nylon thong.

Junior stood up and stripped to his traditional white Jockey briefs. “Virginal undies!
“Damn, you have such an eatable ass, its curve is art.”

Izzy stood up, removed his jacket, tie, shirt and undershirt then brought his trousers down revealing see-thru undies accentuating the small dildo buried in his ass. 

The men broke into an applause. I immediately pulled Izzy onto the sofa. I pulled the dildo out of his gole. Positioning him on my lap to sink my rather large cock into his stretched hole. 

I tried not to move too much for I could cum at any moment but didn’t want to yet. My underwear was at my thighs. 

And outta no where Willie appears and clumsily starts pounding my asshole!! The three of us glued together moving like a locomotion train set. 

Pound. Pound. Pound.

The shifting of men worked perfect. I fucked Izzy, while Willie fucked me. Jack Sr. and Jack Jr. enjoyed a 69 suck off, cum every where.  Everyone shot a load, and all was well in the wonderful world of Redneck Hollow and the men who lived and fucked there.