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11. On Display

“Take off your shorts and hand ‘em over to me!” Leo demanded as I continued servicing Nilan’s dick. 

Given this was something I’d considered doing myself barely seconds earlier, I eagerly did as I was directed and, with my lips still wrapped around my boyfriend’s shaft, wrenched them down to my ankles, only to get them snagged around my footwear.

 “Hurry up!” Leo demanded, thinking I was reluctant to comply, glancing below the table to find out what I was up to, just as I managed to free them from my left ankle.

“May as well take the trainers off while you’re at it – as they’re giving you so much trouble!” he added dryly, as I meekly held my beer-soaked shorts up for him to dispose of.

“An yer socks!” chimed in Nilan loudly, eager to join in the fun, alerting the guys on the neighbouring table that in the darkness beneath the table my public humiliation was being upped a notch further.

Thrilled by the thought of rendering myself totally naked in such a busy public place but reassured by the more discrete location, I hurried to comply with my two masters’ wishes, persuading myself that if my transgressions were spotted by the management my companions would be obliged to shoulder at least some of the blame.

Meanwhile, above me, my two tormentors playfully laid out my entire wardrobe on top of the table beside their drinks, making it obvious to onlookers who were in the know, that beneath its surface the pale-skinned muscle guy who had just paraded himself around the bar wearing little more than a pair of tight-fitting shorts was now busy sucking their dicks, stripped completely bare.

As my companions proceeded to empty their glasses, whatever inhibitions they’d possessed at the start of the evening disappeared as rapidly as their beer. I guess the pleasurable feelings I’d generated through the mix of sucking, wanking and ball-licking that I’d lavished on my handsome masters’ genitals, also played some part in what happened next…

“Out yer come!”  Leo demanded once he’d taken his turn at getting sucked, dragging the chair he’d been sitting on away from the table to leave me with nowhere to hide.

With a giggle, Nilan quickly followed suit and when I was reluctant to emerge, the pair reached into the darkness through the gap they had created until they had each located one of my wrists. After which, I was abruptly unearthed from my snug burrow and dragged blinking into the light like a snared rabbit.

With my arms held away from my torso, I soon found myself exhibited fully naked in the centre of a ring of half a dozen or more leering gay guys, with my cock not only bouncing around fully hard, but my freshly denuded crotch also exposed for all to see.

Uncannily, at this precise moment, the familiar strains of “The Stripper” struck up in the background to indicate the cabaret was about to commence on the stage indoors. However, the members of the group now watching our antics, showed no sign of abandoning their seats to watch the show, judging that a close-up view of what we were up to was likely to be far raunchier than the scheduled erotic entertainment on offer inside the packed-out bar, with the added possibility that they might also get the chance to join in!

“Put yer hands on yer head!” demanded Leo, releasing his grip on my wrist and encouraging Nilan to do the same.

After glancing around to take in my surroundings, I shamefacedly wiped the remnants of his, and my boyfriend’s, juices from around my mouth before obediently placing my palms on top of my head. Then, acutely aware that both my face and body were now fully revealed to the onlookers I had rowed with earlier, I directed my gaze down to the ground and awaited my masters’ next instructions.

After tugging down my foreskin and giving my pre-cum smeared cock a series of tugs, Leo left me to stew displaying my all, while he set about collapsing the sun umbrella with Nilan’s help and removing it from the centre of the table to let in more light and make room for whatever the pair had in store for me next.

Aroused by my submissive pose and presented with the opportunity to obtain swift revenge for my earlier rebuff, the moment the pair’s backs were turned, multiple hands reached out to fondle me. Although turned on by simultaneously having my butt pinched, my ass-hole fingered, my tits tweaked and my dick yanked up and down by a bunch of horny strangers, I might well have stepped out of role to fend off my horny admirers, had Leo not done so on my behalf.

“No touching!” he barked out, aware of my earlier anxieties about things getting out of hand and repositioning himself so he was better able to ward-off any further advances from those standing nearest. “At least not ‘til we’re done with him!” he then added with a wink and a grin, sending my cock pulsing upwards once again, thrilled by the prospect of being at the centre of a sexual free-for-all before the night was over.

“Don’t worry, he’s loving every minute of this!” Leo assured Nilan, encouraging my boyfriend to position himself behind me to guard my rear, where he proceeded to get out his erect dick and slide it in between my thighs, then tweak my nipples the way he knew I liked it, in an erotic little dance.

Meanwhile, at my front, Leo proceeded to make fun of my heightened state of excitement by slapping my shaft repeatedly from side to side and then watching it bounce back each time, harder than ever.

At this juncture, there was a stir at the rear of the crowd due to the guy collecting used glasses and empty bottles entering the beer garden to clear the tables while the cabaret went on inside. As he had not yet spotted me, I was tempted to take my hands from my head and take shelter beneath the table.

However, to my surprise, rather than bring their unauthorised entertainment to a premature end, the group who had been sitting at the next table to us and subsequently watching our antics at close quarters, opted not to abandon us but conspire to hide our raunchy goings on from the bar staff by clearing their tables and stacking the empty containers on a vacant shelf beside the entrance door.

Catching on to what they were doing, Nilan broke off from molesting me to hand over the pairs’ own empty beer glasses to them to indicate his approval.

With the crisis over, at least temporarily, and the table cleared of encumbrances, Leo decided to reward them for their complicity by leading me back to it by the ear and having me drape myself over it so he could repeat, in front of a wider audience, the punishment he had first imposed on me in the subterranean privacy of his gym.

“Take off your belt!” he demanded of Nilan, who excitedly extracted it from the hooks in his pants with a big grin on his face and folded it in two, having worked out what was likely coming next.

While Leo forced my torso down flat onto the table’s surface and held it there, for the first time in his life, the good-natured Indian raised his belt in the air and landed a stinging blow on his nearest and dearest’s already glowing buttocks.

“One!” called out Leo after it hit home, swiftly followed by “Two!” and then “Three!” to encourage his protégé to continue, after which the jubilant crowd got the hang of it and did the rest of the counting for him.

“Not bad!” Leo commented, intervening to examine the state of my arse after the count reached twenty. “But you need to do it a lot harder than that, to show him who’s boss!” he added, taking the belt from my boyfriend’s hand and demonstrating what he meant with a couple of turbo-charged whacks on my behind, before handing it back to him.

“That’ better!” he then commended, as Nilan followed his example and brought the belt down so forcefully on my defenceless backside that I emitted an involuntary whimper after every blow! I guess he was beginning to appreciate the sadistic satisfaction to be had from not merely having his boyfriend suck his dick in public, but also uncomplainingly accept his right to punish him too!

But Leo had no intention of limiting my public humiliation to this, as when the count from the watching crowd reached an eye-watering fifty, he intervened again to examine the welts that had now appeared on my buttocks and propose something yet more demeaning!

“Now you’re going to say thank you to your master!” Leo insisted, hoisting my head up from the table by the ear and thrusting it down to the ground until I was on my knees at Nilan’s feet.

“Kiss ‘em!” Leo demanded pressing my face down to meet the tops of his footwear.

“Thank you, Master!” I repeated in between kisses, genuinely grateful that my excruciatingly painful punishment had finally been brought to an end.

As I continued to exhibit my reddened backside to all and sundry, Leo had a word in Nilan’s ear and the next thing I knew my head was dragged up from his feet and my boyfriend was perched bare-assed on the table with his thighs wide apart and his dick fully erect ready for me to suck once more.

Leo, meanwhile, repositioned himself at my other end and, eager to reach his climax before the distraction provided by the cabaret ended, opened up his pants to extract his own dick from his pants, and cloak it with a condom.

With the crowd drawing in closer around us, he roughly kicked my legs wider apart so he could enter me more easily and, aided by a couple of gobs of spit, thrust his rigid shaft between the lips of my expectant hole and proceeded to fuck me at a breakneck pace whilst the spectators urged him on!

With my gym instructor’s athletic lunges upping the depth and pace of my face fucking, Nilan soon gasped out, “I’m going to cum!”

Moments later, I felt my boyfriend’s cock erupt inside my mouth and plumes of his semen cascade down my throat, whilst at my other end, Leo’s thrusts suddenly began to slow as he too reached his climax and emitted an uninhibited cry of satisfaction as he pumped spurt after spurt of his cum into the condom buried inside me.

However, the bonhomie resulting from the pair’s simultaneous achievement of orgasm didn’t last long!

“Put your hands back on yer head!” Leo commanded, when I made a bid to retrieve my shorts from the table after he’d withdrawn his dick from my arse, “We’re not done yet!”

I dropped the shorts as if they were radioactive and returned my palms to my head, eager to confirm my continued obedience and discover what humiliation awaited me next.

“Yer wanna cum before we go? Don’t yer?” Leo asked rhetorically.

I nodded my head by way of reply! There was nothing I wanted more!

“In that case, get down on the ground, on yer back and start wanking!” he demanded of me.

As I crouched down and lay my naked body down on the beer-soaked paving at the feet of the crowd encircling us, I witnessed Leo remove the sagging rubber from his spent dick pick and wipe himself down with my vest, only to then return to the table to dribble the used condom’s contents over my shorts.

“Don’t bother pulling up yer pants!” he added to Nilan, who’d been giggling at his actions, “I want these guys to see Phil kiss your ass before we leave!”

Whilst I began tugging on my manhood, after more drunken giggles, my inebriated Indian boyfriend slid his jeans down to his ankles and stepped out of them, then squatted down to position his beautiful brown butt directly above my face.

So turned on was I by the humiliating scenario I found myself in, that I didn’t stop at covering my lover’s ass with kisses but, while the crowd sniggered at my debasement, parted Nilan’s buttocks with the fingers of my free hand and ran my tongue along the entire length of his crack. Then, determined to reach orgasm while I had the chance, I voluntarily upped my humiliation a notch further by sinking its tip deep inside his hole.

Not to the taste of everyone watching, some of the spectators walked away in disgust at my latest act of submission, but the majority only drew closer still and more than a couple extracted their dicks from their pants in order to wank-off in tandem with me.

It didn’t come much more humiliating than this, I reflected to myself, “Stripped completely naked by my buddies in a crowded gay bar on a Saturday night, made to suck both of their dicks, publicly spanked with a belt, then spit-roasted between the pair of them. Only to then be subjected to the further indignity of having to wank myself off whilst I licked out my boyfriend’s arse in front of a jeering crowd!

Needless to say, this fulfilment of my long-held submission fantasies only succeeded in accelerating my path toward orgasm and, despite the belting my ass had received earlier, catapulted me toward the most tumultuous climax.

*  *  *  *  *  *

Only when Nilan got to his feet, did I realise that the crowd surrounding us was now four men deep, with some even standing on top of chairs to catch a glimpse of the raunchy action taking place on ground below them. Thankfully, I didn’t recognise any of their faces.

“We’re off now, Phil!” Leo called out loudly, once Nilan had finished fastening up his pants, seemingly determined to heighten my paranoia yet further, after which the leather-clad duo waded through the crowd toward the exit door.

“Wait for yer outside!” my boyfriend added meekly, as they disappeared from sight.

Cutting short my post-coital bliss, I glanced across at the table with the intension of donning my clothes, however soiled they might be, only to find its surface completely bare!

Naked and alone, surrounded by a circle of leering faces, many of whom were now reaching out to molest me once again, I opted not to tarry a second longer and attempted to force my way through them in Nilan’s wake. But when I came to the entrance door, I found myself unable to reverse the in-coming tide of bodies following the end of the cabaret.

Clearly having been disappointed by the sub-par stripper, and frustrated by my earlier coyness, now that I was fully naked and not accompanied by my two leather-clad minders, the guys I had rebuffed in the bar earlier were slow to give way and even when I thought I’d escaped their clutches, began landing yet more slaps on my raw backside as I attempted to push past them!

Even after I had managed to escape the beer garden, I faced a chorus of catcalls and raucous jeers from the remnants of the strip-show audience as I streaked through the bar, delighted to receive an unexpected bonus after the scheduled display of male nudity had ended.

Despite this, I finally managed to make my way to the exit, only to recognise my former boyfriend standing outside on the pavement smoking.  In panic, I quickly turned my face away from him and headed off into the darkness to put as much distance between us as I could.

Fortunately, I spotted my two drunken companions at the end of the street laughing hysterically whilst waving my vest and shorts in the air like trophies to gain my attention.

 “Phil????” I heard a voice call out after me.

But I didn’t turn back to confirm or deny my identity, having long since moved on to explore the far more alluring world of sexual dominance and submission and begun a romance with a far more loving and imaginative partner.

Instead, I upped the pace of my barefooted jog across the tarmac, hoping that my lithe, muscular body would convince him that there was no way in the world the totally naked white guy with the reddened backside, could possibly be his ex!

“Nah! Can’t have been him!” I heard him confirm, stubbing out his fag and returning to the bar to drown his sorrows.

Leaving me to follow my dreams and pursue into the night the handsome-faced, dark-skinned guys, who set my heart aflame, now mischievously making off with my clothes.

END

“This isn’t the best timing, Alicia,” Jerome Barkin said. He stood in the frame of the open sliding glass door out onto the patio and swimming pool of the house he shared with the movie star, Todd Lad, on the Mesa Verde Golf Course, in the Los Angeles suburb of Huntington Beach. Todd, his husband of nearly three years and, pushing fifty now, a good ten years older than Jerome, was stretched out on a pool bed in the altogether. He was still looking good, looking no older than Jerome did, as a matter of fact, despite his age. But then Jerome was a studio scriptwriter, not a star, so he didn’t have to work at looking like a movie star. That he did so was due to naturally good genes.

“Is that why you haven’t returned my calls for over a week?” Jerome’s former wife retorted icily across the airwaves.

“I’ve been busy,” Jerome answered. “We’re heavily into rewrites on South of Eden and I have this anniversary coming up and a party to put on to celebrate it.”

“Ah, yes, your anniversary with Todd Lad. The seventh, is it?”

“The third. You know it couldn’t be the seventh, Alicia. We were still married seven years ago.”

“I could have believed you were already married to him then.”

“Don’t be catty, Alicia. Tell me why you have been calling. What do you want?” She wouldn’t be calling him if there wasn’t something she wanted. She always wanted more. She’d made out better in the settlement than he had—mostly because she wasn’t really that wrong about Todd. He and Todd had started up while he and Alicia were still married, and Todd was very much a public figure. So, to keep her quiet in the divorce, she’d made out extremely well. Even Todd had kicked in on that. Of course, it was Todd who was being protected by her silence.

And of course Alicia was calling him because she wanted something, although she didn’t want it for herself and it wasn’t something she approved of. She just never said no to the nineteen-year-old son, Jamie, who was the reason she and Jerome had had to get married at eighteen—far too young for either of them to have known who they were at the time. In Jerome’s case, that was catastrophic, because when he realized who he was, it wasn’t to be married to a woman at all. He discovered too late that he was gay.

Once again, he had to tell Alicia on the phone that the timing for what she was asking was just impossible. “We’re in the middle of this anniversary thing, Alicia. This would be the worse time for Jamie to come to the West Coast.” Alicia and their son currently lived in Atlanta’s Buckhead suburb, where Alicia had a successful interior design studio and Jamie had been a star athlete in high school. He was in a community college now and had gotten the acting bug. And therein lay the rub. He wanted to use his connections in Hollywood to become a movie star. He’s already enrolled in an acting school in L.A., and he wanted to come out and live with his father.

“You’re his father,” Alicia said. “It’s time for you to take him for a while.” Because of Jerome’s situation, he’d been flying to Atlanta three or four times a year to see Jamie there. He had always tried to show up at the most important points in the young man’s life.

“You got all of the money to support him, Alicia. And you’re the one who didn’t want him to be around me as long as Todd and I were together.” As a matter of fact, Jerome didn’t think it would be healthy for a nineteen-year-old boy to be living with a gay male couple either, even if they were married. Nothing would go wrong in relationships, of course, Jerome believed—but the way it would look to the outside world couldn’t help but tarnish the world’s view of Jerome’s son.

“It’s your turn not to be catty, Darling,” Alicia said. “You don’t think I want this to happen, do you? This is Jamie. You know how adamant he is about getting what he wants. He’s got the acting bug. He’s coming out to Los Angeles to go to acting school whether we support it or not.”

“And he insists on staying here? With Todd and me?”

“At least until and unless you find him someplace else decent and appropriate to stay and cover the costs. I’m paying for the acting school. You can jolly well cover his living costs.”

“When does he plan to come out to the coast?” Jerome asked.

“The day after tomorrow.”

“That soon? Fuck. That doesn’t give me enough time to find someplace he can move right into. You could have—”

“If you’d called me back last week, you’d have had more time. As it is, you can figure it out.” She then gave Jerome the date, time, and flight number of his son’s appearance and rang off. As soon as she was gone, another call was coming in—from the caterer for their anniversary party in three weeks’ time, and Jerome didn’t even have a moment to panic over having both his husband and his son living in the house together for even a day.

What Jerome knew that Alicia didn’t unless their son had fessed up to her in the last month, which Jerome thought unlikely, was that Jamie had come out to Jerome. His son was gay, and after any time living here with Jerome and Todd and then coming out as gay, Jerome knew that Alicia would climb right up the wall and accuse him and Todd of turning her precious boy. Jerome didn’t care if the boy was gay. Good on him for having discovered that much earlier than Jerome had and for being so reconciled to it. But it didn’t help the situation one bit—not when he was coming here.

The timing was definitely off. An anniversary party was coming up, which would be predominated by other gays; Todd and he were having a bit of a difficult patch as it was—Todd was showing boredom with the monogamous aspect of marriage—and Jamie was dropping in on them no doubt expecting to start a whole new life out from underneath Alicia’s thumb and progressed Jerome had no idea how far into a gay lifestyle.

There were so many ways this could go wrong. Jerome didn’t even want to contemplate how it could go wrong with his relationship with Todd. But he couldn’t put that out of his mind. If only Todd didn’t have a roving eye for younger men.

* * * *

“Hadn’t you best get dressed. We’re already late for the studio party.”

“I don’t really feel like going, Jer. I think I’ll skip this and just do an early to bed.”

That didn’t sound a bit like Todd Lad, the original party boy. Jerome had found the movie star, only in shorts and sandals, by the barbecue pit on the pool terrace of their Mesa Verde Club house, still lingering over dinner with Jerome’s son, Jamie, who, in a Speedo, looked like he’d just come out of the pool. They were drinking beer, sitting close together, laughing, and looking at their demolished steak plates. Jerome had eaten dinner with them—indeed, he had fixed dinner for them—but had moved on more than an hour and a half earlier.

Jerome had met his nineteen-year-old son at the appointed time at the airport, but he almost had failed to recognize him. Jamie obviously was intent on making a stab at this acting thing, after years of not showing much interest in anything but football, basketball, soccer, and tennis, which had sculpted his body beautifully. He hadn’t even shown interest in girls, despite being a heartthrob even in his most sloppy and sweaty phases. Of course, now Jerome knew why there had been a lack of interest in girls. He was still wondering if Alicia knew Jamie had declared gay. Maybe she did and that’s why she’d cut the apron springs and sent him out to California.

He had certainly cleaned up to the part of matinee idol now, though. He’d always been a well-muscled kid, from his athletic activities, but Jerome decided he must have added bodybuilding and a physical trainer—maybe one of Alicia’s guys she turned to when turning away from Jerome—to his routine. Now he had a magnificently cut body for his age. He’d also frosted his hair and had started to pay attention to his wardrobe. Jerome had been skeptical of this plan to come out here and go to acting school, no less because Jamie hadn’t seemed to apply himself to anything other than sports up to this point. But seeing him arrive in the airport put Jerome on notice that his son had arrived on the California scene as well. Everyone gawked at him at the airport as if he already was a movie star.

And, as far as application, Jamie surprised Jerome there too. He’d already made all of the arrangements with the acting school—or perhaps Alicia had—which was within a short scooter ride of the Mede Verde Club house, and by the way he latched into Todd when they got back to the house, the young man obviously already had a plan to use the established movie star to help him break into the movies as well. Todd had helped by going as gaga over Jamie as everyone had done at the airport.

For the two weeks Jamie had been there, settling in, the two—the aging, established action thriller movie star and the young wannabe one as well—had become inseparable, with Todd uncharacteristically staying out of the social whirl when he usually was the center of it and, when he couldn’t avoid going out with Jerome, taking Jamie with them as well.

Jerome could see where this inevitably was going and he tried to stop it, spending a good deal of his time trying to find other living arrangements that he could afford and that would entice Jamie to move on, but thus far that effort had just pulled him away from where the other two were making up to each other.

Todd and Jerome did have an open marriage, but it was more open for Todd than it was for Jerome, and Jerome had had hopes of it toning down to just the two of them as they both got older. That’s what the coming anniversary party was supposed to bring to Todd’s mind—the commitment they had declared.

Todd had claimed that was what he wanted as well, and he’d been moving in that direction until Jamie appeared on the scene. Jerome hadn’t figured out how to prevent this situation from flaming up until it was too late to do so. He tried talking to Todd, but the man was into denial and said he was just helping Jamie because he was Jerome’s son. And Jerome believed that Todd just didn’t see through Jamie—didn’t see that Jamie was using him to get what he wanted out of Hollywood. He was obviously cultivating the older actor to latch on to his Hollywood network.

Jerome was too upset with his son about this to talk to him. Instead, he took advantage of all of the parties the three went to to direct Jamie toward someone he could use to more success than Todd. Maybe then he’d leave his dad’s husband alone.

Of course there always was the possibility that Jamie was doing this to punish his dad for, in his eyes, abandoning him. But Jamie was, in fact, easily redirected to other gay men at parties, and had become, even in just two weeks, a slut with them, so there was hope that Jerome’s redirection scheme would work.

But he ran out of time, and Jamie being a slut attracted, rather than repelled, Todd’s interest.

Jerome went to the studio party that night, but he didn’t stay long. People kept asking where Todd was. Some even asked where Jamie was, showing how quickly the young man was settling into the Hollywood scene. All Jerome could think of was what the two might be doing instead of coming to the party.

He went home early. And he found what the two were doing. Jerome and Todd didn’t sleep in the same bedroom, but Jerome found Todd wasn’t in his bed. Todd, Jerome found, was in Jamie’s bed. Todd was on the bottom, on his back, holding his legs raised and spread. Jamie was kneeling between the older man’s thighs and was giving him a vigorous missionary fuck.

Jerome stood in the doorway long enough to establish that both his husband and his son knew he was there and had seen that they were fucking. Then Jerome pulled back, went to the pool terrace, going by the refrigerator en route and pulling a six-pack of beer, and sat out on the terrace, smoking, and looking at the beginnings of a dawn. He drank two of the beers, but no more. Did he want to try to save his marriage? Did he want to try to save some sort of relationship with his son? Should he start to close out on the plans for the third anniversary bash? Should he just toss it all in and let happen what was happening?

What did he want out of life? He’d gone into the marriage wanting a more stable life as he aged. He wouldn’t have tried a formal marriage otherwise. He knew Todd wasn’t quite there yet, but he’d believed the movie star was close enough that he’d get there. Todd already was no longer getting the stud movie roles he’d had for years and he wasn’t a good enough actor to move into more mature roles. Jerome had seen a gestalt coming for Todd and would devastate him if he didn’t have some place to retreat to. Jerome loved the man. He’d intentionally maneuvered to provide this retreat—he hoped in a way that Todd wouldn’t realize it had been done and retained his dignity.

It was time to pick a direction. Would Jerome fight for the marriage, blow it up, or just let happen what would happen—let both husband and son form their own futures?

He planned and dozed. When he woke, he checked out Todd’s room but found his husband and his son in Jamie’s room, Jamie still stretched out between Todd’s legs. Jerome made his own breakfast, made a few phone calls that garnered successful results, packed a bag, and left the house. He took the blue metallic Bentley Continental GTC GT convertible. He had every reason to believe that would do the introduction trick.

* * * *

“I’ll take this one, Eddie,” twenty-two-year-old Travis Robinson said, coming out from behind the car valet’s podium at the entrance of the venerable and iconic Hotel del Coronado on Coronado Island in San Diego and moving quickly out to the driver’s side of the blue Bentley Continental convertible in time to open the door for the handsome and fit fortyish man in the sexy white cotton shirt with the dip in front almost half way to his navel, showing a hard-bodied chest with a curly matting of hair. He gave the man a snappy salute and said, “Welcome to the Hotel del Coronado.” The man smiled back as he exited the car.

“Of course you’ll take that one,” Eddie said under his breath. “You snap up all of the jazzy cars.” Eddie had no idea how Travis did it other than he apparently had great family connections. Travis was interning in hotel management and was rotating through a lot of the jobs at the historical Hotel del Cornado, one of the last surviving and largest of the Victorian wooden beach resorts, opening in 1888. Jerome flashed Travis a toothy smile as he came out of the Bentley.

“Thank you, young man. My, they do give a good welcome at the Coranado, don’t they?” he said, making clear he was referring to the handsome young car jockey holding the door for him. A twenty-dollar bill was palmed in his hand as he extended it to Travis. Travis twitched a bit when he took the man’s hand and found Jerome’s thumb folded until, holding the twenty, and rubbing against Travis’s palm as the hands gripped. Travis knew what that signaled in some quarters—and certainly in the gay crowd he ran with in San Diego during his internship at the hotel. Travis was studying for a Master’s in hospitality management at San Jose State, which he figured was a good career pick for a gay guy and more assured than trying to break into his father’s business in the movie industry.

If the signaling was only suggestive—the thumb rub in the palm and the big tip—the look the handsome man who drove a Bentley convertible gave Travis was quite clear.

“I’m Jerome, in San Diego looking for a good time. Perhaps I’ll see you around,” he said. “What’s your name, young man?”

“Travis. I’m Travis Robinson. You might see me around. I’m interning here, trying out all of the jobs. I’m working on a hospitality management Master’s.” He obviously wanted to exhibit himself as a young man with ambition and on the move up.

Jerome’s smile broadened. It had been a gamble, but he got it right on the first try. “Be good to my car, Travis. I’m very good to those I enjoy—young men as well as cars.”

There it was, and the young man hadn’t flinched.

“Of course, it’s a beautiful piece of machinery, Mr. . . . Jerome.”

“And so are you, Travis. So are you,” Jerome said as Travis slipped behind the wheel, Eddie took Jerome’s suitcase, and Jerome proceeded into the hotel reception area.

And see Travis, Jerome did later in the day. The older man was stretched out on a lounge bed on the Coranado beach, looking mighty fine for his age in a skimpy swim suit, when Travis, himself dressed in just swimming trunks, an open beach shirt, and sandals, and looking great for any age, wafted by, taking drink orders.

“Ah, doing beach duty?” Jerome asked. “Travis, isn’t it?”

“Yes, this is my afternoon stint, Mr. . . .”

“No mister,” Jerome said. “Just call me Jerome.”

“May I get you something to drink, Jerome?”

“Yes, a Corona beer, if you please.” He handed Travis a fifty, once more holding the young man’s hand a bit longer than necessary and folding his thumb underneath. That indeed was a signal both men understood. The folded-under thumb declared a seeking top. If the receiver folded his hand over it in a sheath, he was declaring as an accepting bottom. If he moved the sheathed hand on the thumb he was ready to go. Smiling, Travis sheathed the hand but didn’t move it.

“I’m be right back with your beer and your change,” he said.

“Keep the change, Travis,” Jerome said. Travis smiled and saluted him.

And then later that night, Jerome saddled up to one of the smaller piano bars in the Del Cornado, to find that Travis was serving as the bartender there. He acted surprised, although he wasn’t in the least surprised.

“Jerome. You found me in yet another rotation job in the hotel,” Travis said. “If I was suspicious, I’d have to believe you were following me around.”

“And you’d be right there. I find you extremely attractive and attracting,” Jerome said. “I’ve followed you around today. I’m a lonely man tonight.”

“What can I get you to drink?”

“How about a scotch rocks? And one for you too.”

“Why, thank you,” Travis said. When he returned with the drinks, he handed one to Jerome and saluted him with the other. Jerome dropped five one-hundred-dollar bills on the bar top, reached up, took the glass out of Travis’s hand, and took the young man’s hand in his, once more folding his thumb under the palm.

“I don’t wish to be a lonely man tonight,” he said.

Smiling, Travis sheathed the thumb and moved his palm on it in a rubbing motion.

“What time to you go off duty tonight?” Jerome asked, and Travis told him.

Two hours later, in Jerome’s hotel bed, overlooking the Pacific Ocean, with the window open to the breeze and the gauzing curtains billowing in and out, Jerome, stretched over Travis’s naked body, the young man’s chest and cheek pressed against the mattress and his eyes focused on the window, his mouth hanging open in reaction to Jerome being hung and expert, rose and fell on the young man’s raised ass, fucking him in long slides to the cadence of the wind’s playing in the window curtains.

Travis was earning every dollar of the fee Jerome was paying him to sheath his thick, long cock and to accept the three strong flows of the man’s hot cum. Travis was fully prepared to accept this as yet another job that went with hospitality management. This was very much managing hospitality.

* * * *

“So, where did you go for three days?”

Todd Lad had come home from the studio to the Mesa Verde Club house in Huntington Beach at 7:00 p.m. after a day on the studio lot to find Jerome home and eating his dinner in an otherwise empty house. The housekeeper had left after serving his dinner. Jamie wasn’t there and there was no evidence in the bedroom he’d been occupying that he still was there. For that matter, Jerome didn’t find any evidence that Jamie had moved into Todd’s room, and, yes, he had checked that out.

“I had to check out some locations down in San Diego for a movie script I’m working on,” Jerome answered in a neutral voice. “I left you a note.”

“Yes, but you didn’t say where you’d gone and you had your cellphone off.”

“Did I?” Jerome said coolly. That wasn’t admitting that he’d had it off on purpose—that he didn’t want to talk to either Todd or Jamie while he was gone. “Jamie doesn’t seem to be here,” he added.

“No, he’s off somewhere with Christopher Newgate.”

“Christopher Newgate, the movie producer?”

“The same.”

“Jamie’s just making contacts,” Todd said. He didn’t seem to be concerned.

“By bed hoping?” Jerome said.

“It’s the Hollywood way, isn’t it?”

“And you’re not concerned? And, more important, you’re not concerned that I’m concerned. Jamie’s my son.”

“Which is where he got his great genes from,” Todd said, giving Jerome his version of a sexy smile that had worked on millions of theatergoers. “Are you going to eat that other roll? I’m famished. We worked right through dinner.” He came in close behind Jerome, putting one hand on the man’s shoulder while reaching for the dinner roll. He dipped his head to where they could kiss if Jerome turned his head toward him.

Jerome didn’t turn his head toward him. “Jamie’s my son and you’re my husband,” he said.

Either Todd didn’t get what Jerome was saying or he didn’t want to get it. “Speaking of husband,” he said, “how are the plans for our third anniversary party coming? Did you miss anything from being gone and having your cellphone turned off?”

“Everything is in train,” Jerome said, with a sigh. Even more than you know, he was thinking.

On the day of the anniversary party, which was held at the Mesa Verde Club house, Todd had just greeted a set of guests at the door and was showing them the way to the party room at the back of the house, when he heard a “Hi, Dad,” and turned, in shock, at hearing the familiar voice.

“Son,” he said. “You’ve come to the party.” He hadn’t spoken to his son for five years. The only way he knew where the young man was from year to year and that he was alive was that Todd’s ex-wife made sure to let him know where he could send the settlement checks.

“I received an invitation. I thought you wanted me to come.”

“An invitation?” Todd repeated, confused.

“I invited him,” Jerome said, approaching the father and son in the foyer. “I thought you needed a lesson in how to deal with family members.”

“I don’t understand,” Todd said. “Jamie isn’t here. He’s off in Hawaii with Christopher Newgate.” Todd’s son said nothing. He was standing there somewhat in shock.

“Yes, that’s certainly part of it,” Jerome said. “After you fucked your husband’s son, you turned him over to a movie producer to toy with. But, speaking of sons . . .”

“Yes, this is my son,” Todd said.

“Travis Robinson, right?” Jerome asked. “We’ve already met—recently. That three-day trip I made to San Diego? I was fucking your son practically all the time I was there. He’s working at the Del Coranado Hotel now, in case you didn’t know.”

“Fucking my son? Is this true, Travis?”

“Yes, but I didn’t know this guy was your husband, Dad?”

“But why?” Todd asked, turning to Jerome.

“You can be very hardheaded sometimes, Todd—like you’ve been about how to treat family—husbands and sons. You needed to know how I felt when you decided to fuck my son. Now, let’s go in and see how good an actor you are—let’s party with our friends to celebrate being married, and see if we can start this marriage off again—because, I swear, Todd, if I didn’t want to be married to you and if we weren’t actually married . . .”

Chapter 4:  George

 The next few days seemed to swing back and forth, sometimes pretty wildly.

I had quietly thought about guys for years, but I had never really seen myself as gay, or even bi.  And then that one crazy offer for an early morning backrub had upset my whole world.

I clearly hadn’t known James long enough to love him, and even if I were gay, I would never have dreamed that I would be a bottom.  And the quiet talk about James still seemed to vascilate from him being gay to him somehow being part of some crazy group that would try to get actively gay guys in trouble at school.  Plus there was the whole Michael thing, which couldn’t help but make me wonder if I wasn’t being played, at least somehow.

And in the meantime the most peaceful part of my days became the early early morning rendezvous with James in the shower, especially if it was just the two of us, or the odd daytime meeting that sometimes turned into a bit more.

Michael still dropped by every once in a while, and of course I took care of him as best as I could, but it was James I was really happy to see.  And even when Michael showed up, it was increasingly unclear who might be more jealous there—me of what might otherwise be going on between James and Michael or James of what I might be feeling towards Michael.  Even if the whole thing seemed to turn him on considerably.

At the time I had no idea I was not the only one here who had never had a serious relationship with a guy before.

Fortunately there were plenty of indications that all things were a two-way street, with James leaving me little notes to remember to see him in the showers at 3, even to calling it a date, plus him seemingly putting effort into making sure our paths crossed more and more often during the day.  Even if I wasn’t quite sure whether that was his effort or mine.

James seemed way ahead of me in pushing things ahead as well, from him telling me that he was shocked how often he found himself getting randomly hard looking forward to shooting more cum in me, to even commenting that he was certain his dick was at least an inch longer since he had been with me, and even to his commenting that he was doing his best to discourage Michael, who apparently wanted to get together way more than I knew.

From my end, I couldn’t even remember the last time I had looked forward to seeing someone so much.  The feel of his hand touching me, our playfulness in the showers, before we got down to serious business, his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth.

And then there was the feeling of his cock, as it entered my mouth, as he unloaded down my throat, as it entered my hole.  And more than anything when he filled it.  Time and again.  And of course I knew we were both young, but I was amazed the first time he shot four times in one session.

And then he repeated it.  Again and again.

But there was also this bit of mischieviousness in James, which had to be behind getting Michael involved, even as he continued to stop by from his nearby apartment building in the middle of the night.  And which also led to him making me hold his hard cock in the hallways, almost wanting us to get caught.

And yet the truth was probably that he was way more comfortable with himself than I was, and he was doing the best he could to drag me along.

So I guess I shouldn’t really have been surprised when I went into our earlier morning shower and found yet another guy there with him.

Damn.  It took so little to shake my confidence at that point.

And James was actively telling this new guy about almost everything we were doing, and blaming it all on me once again, although this new voice sounded vaguely familiar somehow.

But I wanted James so badly I was hardly going to walk away, so I entered the shower and once again prepared myself to submit to him humiliating me in front of some stranger.

But this wasn’t a stranger.

George lived on our floor.  Right next to the shower.  And George had always seemed to see me as a bit of a prude, so the thought that James may be right, and that I might actually be some half-closeted fag, had George hard as a rock before I even saw them.

And James made it even more clear that I better act the part, even more than the first time I went down on Michael.

So there I was doing almost a re-run of the first time with Michael, even though George knew me, even as James once again pretended it was all me, and James was simply proving to George what a fag I was.  As I sucked George and swallowed his cum, and even more so as James then told George he might as well fuck me, since James was sure I wouldn’t resist, as George shot again deep in my hole, with James just jerking off and shooting on my face, keeping his distance almost to prove his point that he wasn’t really involved with me.

Damn.  I was scared and excited about what George might do after that, almost as much as I was deeply disappointed that James seemed so unattached.

But again James was ahead of me, knowing full well that shooting twice would exhaust George and get him to finish and go, as they both seemd to leave me to clean up in the shower.

And for all I knew James also knew how happy I would be to see him almost sneak back in once George headed off to bed.

I had probably never been so happy to see James, even crying that I was so afraid I would miss him.  And of course my emotion ended up turning that session into probably our hottest one ever, even if he had randomly shot when George was using me.

I couldn’t quite tell where my emotions were at that point, other than that I had probably never needed James inside me so badly at that point, with James having to be aware of that as well, as he delivered his increasingly typical four loads in my tight deep hole, with his long thick cock.

And lucky for me James also spent extra time kissing me, or at least making sure I had plenty of time to kiss him.

I didn’t care at that point what else he might do, as long as he kept seeing me.

Even to the point that I didn’t care at that moment what else he might do with me, as long as I would still get him.

Whether that was a turning point for me, for James, or for both of us would remain to be seen.

But our seemingly random daily encounters started increasing even more…

Humans are so bizarre. I mean, we do things—knowing very well that these things are wrong, and then we’d sit and think about what we’ve done for hours and hours. 

We try to figure out the best course of action. To confess, or not to confess. On one hand, if I do come clean, then my conscience would be clear. But at the same time, I’m going to destroy two peoples’ lives. People who are dear to me, and who I love very much.

On the other hand, If I don’t, then, oh my God…the gnawing sense of guilt would drive me INSANE. I swear, I wouldn’t last two weeks without being institutionalized.

So it’s a constant back and forth on what to do. The voices in your head bicker non-stop and everything just becomes so confusing and overwhelming and before you know it, your brain is all tied up in knots; like a pair of earphones that were sitting in a compact space for a long time.

I know you’re probably wondering what the hell I’m even talking about. Chill, I’m gonna get to that. 

And I know you’re gonna judge me, but I just want you to know that it’s not fair that the blame solely rests on me. Two people are at fault here. 

[FLASHBACK TO TWO WEEKS AGO]

I submit my final assignment for the semester and shut off my laptop. My eyes feel like a million tiny pebbles are in them and I have this persistent headache. 

It was a group project and unsurprisingly, none of the other group members volunteered not even a single sentence. 

The excuses are the same: “I just have so many other assignments due, bro.” “I have to study for midterms.” And my absolute favorite: “I actually didn’t understand the assignment at all, sorry.”

Well guess what? Only one name is on the front of the document, and that’s mine. Samuel. 

It’s 12:04 am and it just occurred to me that the last time I ate something was at lunch. I could eat a whale. I get up, stretch and proceed to the kitchen in search of food.

I live with my mom. It’s just the two of us most of the time, but sometimes my step-dad Shane, flies in to visit us. He lives in the UK and he has this tech job at a huge firm in London. 

He’s actually staying with us right now. 

I turn on the flashlight on my phone and ease down the stairs. I don’t want to turn the lights on to wake my mom. Poor lady comes home from work stressed and exhausted everyday. 

When I reach the bottom of the stairs, I realize there’s a light on in the kitchen. 

Odd. 

I enter and— woooaaahhh. There’s Shane standing over the stove, frying something. In just his underwear. Pink slips. He’s turned away from me and…damn! He has some wide shoulders and a well-built back that leads down to a stellar backside. The material of his underwear is kind of stuck inside his crack a little, and this allows me to appreciate the two, big, rounded halves of his ass. So big that the outermost part of his cheeks hang out the sides a little. 

I don’t even have to see my reflection to know that my mouth is hanging open and my eyes are bulging out of their sockets with hearts for pupils. Like Tom cat from ‘Tom and Jerry’ when he sees a hot pussy coming his way. 

I pull myself together. 

[Clears throat]

He looks back and sees me. “Hey champ!” 

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. I hate that nickname. Dude, I don’t play sports of ANY kind. What am I a champ at? Quickly! 

“Hey,” I say, awkwardly. 

Things have been awkward and tense between us since he came into our lives almost fifteen years ago. When I was younger, I was so mean to him. I’d often give him the silent treatment and ignore his presence. And sometimes when he’d buy me gifts for my birthday or Christmas (my birthday is December 26th), I never opened them. They stood under the tree until my mom eventually moved them days after. I was such a spoiled brat. 

Come on. Can you blame me? I was a five year old who didn’t know any better. My father brainwashed me into thinking that this man broke up our family. He told me my mom cheated on him with Shane and she’s been with him ever since, or so I thought. 

But it’s only when I got older that my grandma clued me into what really went down. My dad treated my mom horribly. Knocked her around and called her nasty names. He isolated her from her friends and family and no one knew a thing. Not even me and I lived in the same house. I guess all that dark shit took place when I was at school or over by friends. I never saw a bruise on mom’s body or face, so I can only assume he hit her where they’re sure to be covered by her clothing. 

I swear, if I ever see my father again, I just might kill him with my bare hands. 

Shane has been my mom’s friend since they were teenagers. She confided in him and he held her hands through everything. The divorce. The custody battle. 

He was her knight in shining armor and I just can’t fault her for falling in love with him. 

So yeah, things aren’t as bad as they once were between Shane and I. I’m slowly coming to like and appreciate him. I haven’t called him “dad” or “daddy” yet, but I know that one day, it’ll slip out of my mouth. 

“Want some eggs? I can cook you some.”

“Yes, thank you.” I smile at him. 

He returns my smile. 

I sit at our small kitchen table and within three minutes, a plate of steaming scramble with chipped onions and sweet pepper is placed in front of me. 

“Smells nice, thanks.” 

Shane ruffles my hair and sits across from me. We both dig in. 

“You put cheese in this ?” I ask, making small talk.

“Cheese makes everything taste better my man.”

When he’s not looking, I secretly ogle him. He’s—classically handsome. 

I really love his bronzed body.

He has a skin head with a bald patch on his crown. And the LED lighting in the kitchen makes it sparkle. Like a shiny penny.

He has these thick eyebrows that I long to thread with my fingertips and these incredibly puny eyes that make him look a little weird. Like he’s squinting all the time. His nose is straight. His cheeks are a little puffy. His thin lips and pointed chin are surrounded with a dark stubble that has flecks of silver. 

He wears snug hoop earrings. The holes are so small that not even my pinky finger can fit through. 

“How’s school?”

I sigh. “School is…well, school is too intense.” I chuckle a bit.

“I feel ya. But hey, one more year and you’re free. All that hard work will pay off.” [He playfully punches my arm]

“Yeah…” 

The table top is made of glass. See-through glass, and I can look down and see Shane’s lower body. He has his legs spread WIDE. 

Cheeeeee-weeeeee! Look at the mass that’s settled between those thighs! I can see his…thing. Clear as day. There’s a protruding ridge where the head should be and this lets me know that he’s circumcised. 

There’s a light fuzz that starts by his inner thighs and it blossoms all the way down to his ankles. 

I look back to his face and—shit, he’s staring at me. Busted. 

My cheeks heat and I stand and gather our plates and take them to the sink. I wash them, wash the frying pan for good measure, and when I’m finished, our eyes meet again. He has this dark look and it scares me a little. 

“Thanks for the eggs.”

“Anytime.” [Shane answers in a clipped tone]

I retreat to my room, lie on my bed and in exactly seven minutes, I’m fast asleep. 

I ended up having a nightmare. In this dream, my fellow group members pushed me off a steep cliff. Into the dark sea below. All because they got a zero for a project they DIDN’T contribute to. The nerve of some people. 

*****

The next day I woke up at 10:45, mentally kicking myself for not setting an alarm. My first class begins at 11:30 and the bus won’t get me there in time. 

I gobble down some cereal and take a shower. When I’m finished, I walk to my room and dry myself off. I don’t know why, but I like to dress standing in front of a mirror. I slide a pair of red boxers up my legs, onto my waist. 

Today’s look includes my favorite pair of blue, Hollister slim-fit jeans. A plain, black t-shirt and all black Nike sneakers. There. A simple look for a simple guy. 

I look alright. I have a head of luscious, shoulder-length brown curls; Some of which hang over my face, right above my brown eyes. I was teased a lot in primary and secondary school. My classmates told me I looked like a girl and I almost asked my mom to cut all my hair off. 

But I didn’t. I’ll never change anything about myself to please anyone. Fuck them. 

I pick my knapsack off the floor and exit my bedroom. 

In a few steps, I’m in front of my mother’s door. Three quick knocks disturb the quiet hallway. “Mom!” “I need a ride to school.”

The door opens and it’s… Shane. In a white towel. He leans against the door frame and says: “She got called into work. Something about a shortage of nurses.” 

“Oh. Um… can you give me a ride?” [I ask, trying my best not to look down his body]

“Okay. But I want you to fix the TV for me first. I pressed the wrong thing and it’s—come in, I’ll show you.” 

I move past him and pick up the remote that’s on the dresser. I look at the monitor and it’s showing a plain blue screen. 

Oh. No biggie. He just changed the input settings. I switched it back to HDMI two and all is well.

When I turn, I realize he’s still standing by the door. He locks it and stares straight at me. He has this…devilish glint in his eyes that makes my spine turn to liquid. 

I blink once, and Shane is standing in my personal space. 

“What are—”

He grabs my face and presses our lips together. I try to move away but he’s gripping me so tightly that I can’t. 

He sticks his heavy tongue into my mouth and assaults my lips in a wild frenzy, leaving me breathless and lightheaded. Shane pulls away and looks down at me. The word “stop” is stuck in my throat and he takes my silence as encouragement and he kisses me again. This time slower, and I eventually start to move my lips against his as well. 

Oh my gosh, Samuel. What the fuck are you doing? I ignore the annoying voice in my head and allow my step-daddy to have his way with me. I know it’s wrong, but my, my my. That kiss left me weak. I’ve never been kissed like that. And my penis is impossibly hard in my jeans. 

Shane licks my face. Starting by my jaw and going all the way up to my hairline. He pecks my nose and his morning breath floods my nostrils. 

He comes back down to my lips and traces them with his tongue and our lips lock again. 

And while we’re kissing, he pushes me across the room until the back of my thighs come into contact with the mattress. He forces me to sit. 

Shane pulls my shirt over my head and stoops down to take my shoes and pants off. 

“Lie in the middle of the bed, boy.”

His deep voice causes goosebumps to pimple my skin. 

I do as he asks. I lie there in just my red boxers and he climbs over me and straddles my chest. He rests his body weight on his knees so as not to crush me. 

He takes my right hand and leads it to the protrusion in the towel. 

Even though the material of the towel is thick, I can still feel the warmth of the organ beneath it. 

“You think I’m blind? I saw you looking between my legs last night; like a fucking pervert. Well, here’s your chance. What are you gonna do with it ?”

I do what any other cock-whore would do. I remove the towel and stare. 

Shit! It’s obscene. It’s long and it curves to the left a little. And I was right. He is circumcised!

It just looks angry and menacing. The head is brown, while the shaft is the same color as his skin. What’s interesting though, is the fact that his cockhead is strikingly larger in diameter than the rest of his length. 

A pearl of clear fluid seeps out of the slit in slow motion. His penis is decorated with many veins and the base of it disappears into a carpet of black and silver hairs. Even his jewels have gray hair. 

Shane inches further up my chest until the head of his member nudges my lips. 

He smacks me across my face with his palm. “Open that mouth.” 

I’m so shocked; and before I can say anything, he slaps me again. Both of my cheeks are on fire. He takes his stiffy and whacks me in the face with it a few times and his pre-fuck splatters me. 

I part my lips and he pushes in. He is so warm. And from the taste of it, I know he hasn’t taken a shower since yesterday. It tastes a bit musty and rancid. He holds my hands above my head and slowly fucks in and out of my mouth. Almost like he’s introducing a virgin cunt to penetration for the first time.

I’m very sure that I can feel the pulse of his heartbeat in one of the longer veins on his stalk. 

I look up at him and his eyes are closed. 

Saliva starts to pool inside of my mouth and some of it leaks down my chin; and all of that excess moisture causes his penis to glide between my lips a little easier. 

I can feel my own penis going wild inside my boxers. It’s twitching erratically, begging to be set free, but I can’t reach it with Shane holding my bloody-well hands. 

He forces his shaft deeper into my face until his head makes contact with the back of my open throat. At this point, my jaws start to ache and the pressure causes my eyes to glaze over. He pulls out and lets go of my hands so I can get a short break. 

“You’re tired already? We’ve only just begun.” [Shane says]

He squeezes my jaw with his hand and I  have no choice but to open my mouth so he can continue. He thrusts back in and moans loudly. 

“Uhhhhhh shit, Sam. You’re mouth is so fucking wet. I love it.”

He starts to pick up speed and I rest my hands on his ass; loving the way his butt-cheeks dimple between my palms every time he presses into my mouth. 

After a while,  I start to cough and I move my head away. He gets up off of me and plants his feet on the floor. He violently spins me around and drags me to the edge of the bed so that my head hangs off the mattress. He squats and rubs his hairy balls all over my face. All over my nose. All across my lips and I gargle them. 

Shane then aims his cock back into my mouth and continues with his facial plowing, causing gagging noises to echo in the bedroom. 

“You’re such a little slut, Sammy. Take it. Take it all in that mouth of yours. When I’m done with your throat boy, you’re gonna be hoarse for days!”

He reaches over me and fiddles with my nipples and slowly snakes his hands down to my tented boxers. But he doesn’t touch my penis. 

You fucker. 

He gets into a rhythm now and pistons his length into my gullet repeatedly. I use my hands to push against his thighs to slow him down, but he shoves them away. Undeterred, he continues and it’s not long before he starts to grunt; without warning,  I feel a hot, sticky liquid gushing down my swallow pipe. 

Shane keeps is dick lodged in my throat until all of his spunk exits his urethra. I’m forced to drink every last drop. 

“You’re a good boy, Sammy,” he mutters, stroking my face. 

He withdraws,  and I look up to see his cock soaked with my mouth juices. When I closed my mouth, I realized that my lips feel swollen and numb from the onslaught. My throat is scratchy and it burns. 

Shane lies on the bed on his stomach and settles himself right between my legs. 

“Now, what do we have here?”

He fondles my hard-on through my boxers and I sigh. He pulls my underwear off, like he has all the time in the world and my steel springs free. I can’t help but blush like a schoolgirl because this is the first time someone is seeing me naked. 

“Mmmmmmhmmmm. I like this size, boy.” 

He sniffs my underwear and rubs it all over his face, before putting it in his mouth. The sight almost makes me shoot. 

He pelts them across the room and leans back down. Shane kisses the insides of each of my thighs and he fans my balls with his hot breath, causing me to shiver. He blows hot air all over my groin and my cock weeps; like it’s sad because it’s not getting the release it desperately needs. 

Finally, he touches my silky scrotum. He rolls the balls between his thumb and index finger and I close my eyes.

This is nice. 

Suddenly, I jolt away from the bed. Did he slap my balls?

I have confirmation because he does it again. He uses his finger tips and thwacks my sac several times. 

[Smack]

“Uhuuuhh fuck!”

[Smack]

“Yesssssssss!” [I moan]

It’s not exactly painful, but it feels like I’m being defibrillated. At my fucking crotch. 

He smiles at me and takes me between his lips. 

Not even ten seconds go by until I erupt. 

I writhe and tremble with each rope of semen my dick shoots into my step-dad’s hot mouth. I look at him and see that some of it escapes his lips and settles on my pelvis. 

When I’ve settled down, he releases me, picks up the residual milk with his fingers, leans over me and stuffs them into MY mouth; making me taste my own essence. I suck his fingers hungrily. 

He removes them and kisses me. 

He then moves away to sit on the edge of the mattress, his bare feet touching the tiled floor. 

“Come here, Sam.” [Shane whispers]

I get off the bed and stand between his parted thighs. And he’s hard again. 

[Gulps]

Shane spits in his hand a number of times and wets his dick up with his saliva. 

He holds my hips and pulls me onto his lap. 

“You okay with this Sammy?”

I remain silent and I reach behind myself to slide his boner into my ass. 

I cannot believe I am having full blown sex with my mother’s husband. With my step father. In my mother’s bedroom. On my mother’s bed. On her expensive bed sheets with high thread counts. 

This is so offensive. So…distasteful. Disrespectful. 

BRING BACK SHAME!

BRING BACK STONING!

LORD, HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL!!!!

I wrap my arms around my Daddy’s neck and move up and down his greased pole. Shane is filling a void inside of me that I didn’t know existed. He is stretching me in ways that I didn’t know would feel so extraordinary. 

I love the way his tool thuds inside of me. I love the fluttering in my belly when he’s all the way inside. Shit, I love him. I love all of him. 

Whenever he’s balls deep, I slowly circle my hips before I slide back up. He seems to really like that because it shows on his face. 

Four minutes later, he’s standing with his arms wrapped around my back. I bracket his waist with my legs and he starts to fuck upwards. He gives me long, deep strokes. The kind that makes his cockhead kiss my prostate. The kind that causes a currant to flash through my entire being. 

I lean down and kiss him hard. 

This whole situation is so dirty. But it’s so hot at the same time. 

He can’t lift me up forever so he puts me down, spins me around and bends me over. He enters me again, and this time, he really gets going. He rams into my asshole like a madman. The smacking noise of his pelvis slamming against my behind fills the air. The battering hurts me a little bit, but I don’t want to tell him to stop. I do not want to disappoint him so I take his hard fucking like the man I am. 

Like a—dare I say it, a Champ!

It’s not long before Shane roars and climaxes. 

For the second time that morning, Shane’s sperm enters my body. I’m glad that I can offer both of my holes to him: First my mouth. Then my ass. I’m glad he finds immense pleasure in plugging these holes with his masculine hardness. 

Shane belongs inside of me. I want him inside of me forever. 

I love you Shane. I’ll always be eager to please you.

Prasang called me up the next day. He tried to sound as collected as possible, though I could hear his nerves. He asked if he could please be my boyfriend for the next three weeks. My heart began beating faster and my body erupted in goosebumps.

“Really Prasang?” I asked, pushing him, “You really want to be my boyfriend?”

I could hear him swallow hard on the other end. “Yes, yes, very much…I…I can’t stop thinking about you, sir. You make my cock hard, sir…may I please be your boyfriend?”

I turned rock hard. This gorgeous guy was agreeing to be my plaything for the next three weeks. The delicious possibilities began to race through my head.

Prasang’s attitude was definitely in the right place. He had become my naked sex toy at the hotel the night before. I could only imagine what else he might be willing to do for me.

All I knew was I had tasted nectar and was thirsty for more.

We met the next day at a quiet restaurant a block or so from the Grand Palace. I told him I would put him on a weekly salary. The gorgeous young man let out a chuckle of disbelief when I revealed how much I was willing to pay him. But when he realized I was serious, his eyes lit up.

In Thailand, it is not uncommon to “buy” a boy or a girl and put them on salary for an extended period of time. I had met Prasang at Male Body Palace, but he was not their “employee.”

Clubs like this provide a platform (literally) for Thai sex workers to promote themselves, but they are not under any kind of contract. It is a way to get patrons into the club to buy drinks and, if a boy gets bought, they take a cut.

I had acquaintances back home who had come to Thailand and put boys on salary for weeks or even months. With Prasang, the period would be relatively short, but I was looking for a special kind of experience while I was here. One I believed he would be able to provide me. He was willing to give, to be submissive, and I made it clear he would have to earn every penny.

I told him I wanted a full “boyfriend” experience. I wanted him to buy me flowers, to take me to dinner (with money I would give him, of course), even write me sweet, romantic notes about how much he loved spending time with me.

But there would be more to it than that. He would not just be a romantic companion, but my 24/7 sex toy to use and even abuse as I wanted. “You understand, I want full access to your body at all times to use as I please. If I ask you to get naked, no matter where we are, you need to get naked, understand?” Prasang swallowed, looking a bit pale, “Yes, yes I understand.”

“Yes, what?” I asked sternly.

“Yes, sir.”

“Hmm,” I thought for a minute. “Let’s go with something a bit stronger than that. ‘Master’ is a good word, I think.”

“Yes…master.”

“Again, Prasang.”

“(Gulp) Yes…yes, master.”

He was trying to hang onto that cool attitude that a lot of exceptionally attractive men have. I was looking forward to breaking him of that altogether.

“If I want to explore you and suck your cock, you need to let me, even if it’s right here in the bathroom of this restaurant. Understand?”

“Yes, master,” He replied obediently, trying to put on that winning, confident smile, though he obviously wasn’t feeling too confident.

“If I want to take you over my knee, pull down your pants, and spank those perfect muscular buns of yours until they burn, you need to let me do that, too. Because that beautiful ass of yours is made for spanking, wouldn’t you say, Prasang?”

I made him repeat it. “Yes, s- master, yes my beautiful ass was made for spanking…I…I agree, master (gulp).” I didn’t know how much actual experience Prasang had in his “profession,” but whatever he had done with men in the past, I was pretty sure it wasn’t anything quite like this. There was certainly an innocence about him and this would be a new and major challenge for him to take on.

I put forth a few other stipulations: He could have a day each week to take care of any personal things he needed to do (and could do so without having to give me details), but otherwise I wanted him with me at all times.

I also wanted him focused on me at all times when he was with me, just the way a good boyfriend should be. This meant no other clients and certainly not hooking up with any girls. I told him if he did so, I would be most displeased.

I wanted things to begin immediately, right there in the restaurant. I would be giving him a downpayment when we got to my hotel that day. From then on, I would pay him on a weekly basis until the end of the three week period.

“So, are you serious about it, Prasang?” I asked, pinning him with my gaze. “Are you willing to be my boyfriend, my lover, my complete and total sex toy for the next three weeks? Even to be punished by me for my enjoyment? If not you have to let me know and I’ll look elsewhere.”

I saw a shiver go through his body. He glanced from side to side to see if anyone around was listening in. He understood he was about to sign his life away to me for almost a month.

“Yes, yes of course, Master,” he said at last, trying to sound enthusiastic after some hesitation. “Yes, I really do want to be your boyfriend…your sex toy.”

“Then be proud of it, Prasang, say it nice and loud.”

His blush deepened. “I want to be your boyfriend…and your sex toy.”

“Louder, Prasang, if you really want it, let people hear it!”

“I want to be your boyfriend, sir, I want to be your sex toy, master!”

The few patrons in the restaurant went momentarily silent, wondering what this was all about. Thai guests seemed not to quite understand. A group of English-speaking tourists looked startled, rolled their eyes, and went back to their conversation.

Prasang looked like he wanted to hide under the table. I knew it was embarrassing for him, but I was pleased and already rock hard in my shorts. It was time to take control of this male sex god.

I looked down to see his impressive cock growing in his tight jeans as well and snaking down his leg. This was a good sign. I would want him hard whenever possible, and he had cum with such ease the previous night.

He may have been “seventy percent straight,” but I was beginning to suspect he was secretly turned on by all this, by submitting to me and being commanded by me, even if he could not admit it. Even that amount of money would surely not have been worth it to him otherwise.

I scooted over and sat next to him, reached down and cupped his swelling cock. He made another audible GULP as he swallowed, chuckling nervously. His cock flexed in my hand. I leaned in and kissed him full on the mouth, savoring those delicious lips for all they were worth. I forced his lips apart and pushed in my tongue. His cock grew bigger, struggling in my grip.

I could feel the heat from his face as he blushed. We were putting on a bit of show for anyone who cared to watch.

…

I gave Prasang a generous down payment, even a bit more than I had promised.

Seeing this amount of money made him very happy and he delved into his role with gusto. He gave me access to him and his body 24/7. He stayed with me at the hotel every night of that first week.

During the day, we did sightseeing around the city. Prasang truly was the helpful type and took his new position as my boyfriend and companion seriously. He took it upon himself to tell me everything he knew about the palaces, temples, and museums we visited.

He held my hand wherever we went, even putting a strong muscular arm around me. He insisted on carrying anything I bought, even holding my bottle of water. At stores he bought me thoughtful little gifts like postcards, stuffed animals, or even flowers.

We sat with arms around each other at restaurants. I asked that he order for both of us and made sure he referred to me as his “boyfriend” when he did so. We made out, often in public places, something I was not used to, especially not with someone as attractive as Prasang. There was something deliciously thrilling about it all though and I loved showing him off. I loved to squeeze his ass or even his bulge as he embraced me. As far as I was concerned, the more people who saw, the better.

When we got back to my room, I would remove my shoes at the door and Prasang was required to remove everything: sandals (I insisted he wear only a pair of cheap flip flops with no socks so he could strip down more quickly), pants, and shirt. Fully naked, he folded his clothes neatly, and placed them in the drawer.

He was strictly forbidden from wearing any underwear when he was with me. I still liked to keep his silky white speedo from Male Body Palace in my pocket. Sometimes I would draw it out while we were in public and use it as a kind of handkerchief, much to his embarrassment.

Once completely naked, he was required to rub and stroke his magnificent cock until it stood proudly in front of him like sculpted wood.

One of the first things I did was get cream and a razor and shave off the already minimal pubic hair he had on his groin and armpits. He was almost completely hairless after that, save for the thick, luxuriant black hair of his head.

We slept together under silky sheets: Me in my shorts and undershirt, Prasang fully naked. I loved to have him give me a massage just before bed. Straddling me, nude and hard, his strong hands were truly miraculous in releasing the tension in my joints and muscles.

Afterwards, we would nestle down together. His skin was every bit as smooth and silky as the bedding. I would fall asleep with my hand around his hard, pulsating cock.

Each morning of our first week together, Prasang woke up early while I was still sleeping, went out for an hour or so, and came back with breakfast for the two of us, a beautiful bouquet of flowers, and a box of chocolates. The kind things a good boyfriend would do for his girl. He interviewed me about things I would like and he paid attention. He was sure to bring my favorite foods, favorite kinds of flowers and sweets.

I requested that these always be accompanied by a note to show his affection for me. The first few were short and sweet, but unsatisfactory. So I coached him a bit, helping him to write out the kind of details I was looking for.

I liked to make him stand naked and spread-eagled, holding the flowers in one hand and chocolates in the other. while I feasted on his erect tool.

I would take him all the way down my throat, choking myself on his girth, until I could feel his tight stomach expanding against my forehead, my lips nearly touching the bristle of his sinewy pelvis. I would knead and squeeze his balls in one hand. With the other while sliding an oiled up finger deep into his tight, spasming cherry.

Once I had him in the throngs of pleasure (and a bit of pain) I would make him read his love notes to me aloud: “Dear Master Jim, (ahhh) I think about you always (oh)…You are in my thoughts when I wake up and in my dreams when I go to sleep (UMF, ouch) Whenever I think of your beautiful green eyes, your strong hands (OOF) it makes my…my shaved, hairless Thai cock so hard and I just want to cum and cum (ERF, ouch) until I can’t cum anymore. Please, sir, please enjoy my naked, straight boy body and do whatever you please with it (OOF)…My cock, my mouth, my hole…(GULP) they belong to you, sir. Please, sir, please let me be your naked slave boy…”

“Again, Prasang,” I would say, pulling out and pumping his cock with my fist. “Read it to me again,” I heaved, “Make me really believe you mean it.” I put pressure on his tight balls, massaging a bit too hard until he made a sound of discomfort. I now had the base of two finers in his hole. “Dear Master Jim (OOMF) I think about you always (OOF)…” I would make him read his letters three or four times, embellishing them with more lurid details, over and over again until he came in my mouth.

I liked to have him open the box of chocolates he held and feed them to me in between sucking him. They were so rich and the taste of a creamy eclair combined with a mouthful of his hot baby batter was heaven.

Young, fit, and athletic as Prasang was, I would sometimes make him cum two or three times in one morning, fully draining those impressive balls. He had the stamina for it and he came with such ease that it did not even require that much effort on my part. The truth is, we seldom even got to the breakfast he brought in; I was too hungry for him.

After our “sessions,” I loved to bathe my muscular Thai boy myself, just as I had at the hotel that first night. With the hot water flowing, I would stand with him in the shower, still fully clothed, with Prasang pressing his hands against the tiled wall. His body looked and felt all the more electrifying when glistening and wet.

I would lather up every inch of his toned, gold-brown build with soap and suds (including the more intimate regions, of course). I had bought a large wooden scrub brush specifically to scrub him good and clean, getting his chest and other areas hard for me to reach from the front. I wanted his body completely pristine.

I would trace the tips of my fingernails over the veins in his thick arms, over the slopes of his molded chest and stomach, gently rising and falling. I moved over the flame patterns that ran over his shoulders and to the figure of the Buddha on his broad, manly back. I liked to trail a stray finger down to the single tattooed flame that ran itself into the top of his crack, between the swell of his buns, the one I found so erotic.

His mocha-brown buns were just as irresistible as his cock and I would get down on my knees, parting them and savoring him with my tongue. I loved the taste of his hole, especially with steaming hot water flowing over it.

Once he was good and clean, I would shut off the shower and dry him thoroughly with a big fluffy towel, working my way down his legs to his feet. He smelled wonderfully moist and musky.

Then I would apply the oils.

Having worked as a masseur, Prasang could recommend many of the best massage oils with scents of grapefruit, guava, lemon, and saffron. I armed myself with a whole collection and took my time rubbing them into every inch of his skin, taking special care with the parts of him I enjoyed the most, until he was perfumed with an incredible concoction of aromas.

Once showered, and gleaming with aromatic oils, I would then take my own shower. As I did so, I commanded Prasang to stand inches away from me, facing the opposite direction with his eyes closed.

I made him strike my favorite pose of his: Biceps flexed taut, legs spread, tight bubble buns swaying slowly, hypnotically back and forth. I had him stand in this position so often, he was starting to do it naturally without even thinking about it.

I watched the tranquil gaze of the Buddha on his back. Watched the clenching muscles working as he struggled to keep them tight.

“Tell me again, Prasang,” I said simply over the roar of the water. He knew what this meant. I made him recite his daily “love note” to me almost to exhaustion. By this point he usually had it memorized. Muscles clenched, buns swaying slowly, he began.

“Dear Master Jim…I think about you always…You are in my thoughts when I wake up and in my dreams when I go to sleep…Whenever I think of your beautiful green eyes, your strong hands, it makes my…my shaved, hairless Thai cock so hard and I just want to cum and cum until I can’t cum anymore…”

I made him say it over and over again until I was finished with my shower, which could get rather lengthy. Each time he finished a line, I would give his moving buns a good pinch or even a slap (I am quite strong myself), enjoying the “OOF” that escaped his lips.

“Say that last part again, please, Prasang.”

Prasang would inhale deeply, still swaying, “You make my Thai cock hard…I just want to cum and cum until I can’t cum anymore (SMACK) OOF!”

He staggered forward as my hand came down on his unsuspecting cheeks.

“Resume your position, Prasang, say it again…with feeling.”

“You…you make me want to cum and cum until I can’t cum anymore (SMACK) UMPH!”

Needless to say, doing this got me so hard I couldn’t keep my hands off my own cock. There are times when I couldn’t help myself and jerked off right into the crevice of his perfect, sore ass.

“You want me more than your girlfriend, Prasang?” I asked him, “More than all those sexy Thai girls we saw on the street today?”

Though he was faced away from me, I knew he was blushing. He stopped his swaying for a moment to think. His burns were clearly starting to burn now. He squeezed his arms together hard, reestablishing his strong muscle pose.

“Yes, sir…” he said, trembling, “You are far more sexy than any girl could ever be, no one can make my cock hard like you. I would rather be with you than all the most beautiful girls in the world, master (SMACK) UMPH!” I had taken the big, wooden scrub brush down from the wall and smacked his buns hard with the back of it. It made a dull, resounding thud against his vulnerable flesh. “Did I say stop moving, Prasang?”

He sucked in his breath. “No, master, sorry master.”

I had, of course, bought the scrub brush in part because it could also serve as a paddle. I was harder than I could ever remember being. Everytime I spanked his perfect, bare, wiggling ass it sent an immediate jolt to my cock.

His flexing muscles were quivering now. He began swaying his ass again, a little bit too quickly, trying to brace himself for the impact of the brush.

“Oh, what was it you were saying, Prasang?”

“I want you, master (SMACK, “OOF”) you are so beautiful and sexy (SMACK, “UMPH”) you make my Thai cock hard, you make me want to come again and again (SMACK “ACK!”). I want you more than I could ever want a girl, sir (SMACK “OMF”, SMACK “AH AH” SMACK “OUCH”) I spanked him again and again with the scrub brush making those buns of his wiggle and dance until they were bright red.

Sometimes that was enough for me, but sometimes it wasn’t.

I shut the water off, had Prasang dry me with the towel, then dress me himself like he was my man servant.

Once I was fully clothed, I went to the window and drew back the curtain to reveal the balcony with a gorgeous view of the city. People could be seen on their own balconies at other hotels not far away. I slid the glass door open and went and sat at one of the comfortable sun chairs.

“Bring me the brush, Prasang,” I demanded. He did as he was told, eyes downcast, cock bobbing out before him, looking ashamed.

But before stepping across the threshold onto the balcony, he stopped as if blocked by an invisible wall. I heard him breathing and his handsome face looked conflicted. It seemed he was all at once overwhelmed by the fact of his nudity and how exposed he would be out there.

He would need to get used to it though and there was no time like the present. I was going to spank him naked and in full view of the entire world.

“Is something wrong, Prasang?” I said sounding irritated.

Prasang shook his head, frozen, “N-no, master.”

“Then get your muscular buns out here and lay across my knees, before I make you regret it.”

Prasang closed his eyes, drew in a very deep breath, and stepped across the threshold. He positioned himself across my lap, draping his naked, bronze body over me, oiled up and gleaming in the blazing sun. I made sure he was positioned so that the magnificent full moon of his ass was facing toward the window in full view. I held the thick wooden brush against his trembling flesh. “You deserve to be spanked, don’t you, Prasang?”

He hesitated a moment, swallowing hard. I could feel him trembling against me. “Yes, Master.”

“Tell me.”

“I deserve to be spanked, master.”

“Your naked body was designed to be used and your bare buns were made to be spanked, weren’t they?”

“Yes, yes…” I made him repeat it, he had a little trouble with pronunciation of some of the words, so I helped him out.

“Now, I’m going to spank you and I want you to say it after each one. Ready?” SMACK! I clapped the scrub brush down on his already sore ass. His body struggled against me.

“OOMF! I deserve to be spanked…my body was design…was.” The wooden brush came down all the harder on his buns. SMACK! “RRMF,” he cried. He arched his back beneath me and pushed himself up on tiptoes. “We’ll keep going until you say it right.”

Prasang drew in a desperate breath: “I deserve to be spanked…my body was designed to be used…my buns were designed to be spanked (SMACK) UMPH!”

“Again!”

“I deserve to be spanked (SMACK) OOF! My body was designed to be used (SMACK) OOMF! My…my buns were designed to be spanked (SMACK) HURRF!”

“Again, Prasang.”

I looked over, pleased to see that we had indeed caught the attention of some people on the other balconies, both men and women, mainly foreigners. They may very well have heard the brush making impact with his butt from where they sat. “We are putting on quite a show, Prasang,” I made him aware of this fact with some delight.

I felt him shutter with shame. Whatever ego or dignity he still had before meeting, I was breaking it down pretty quickly.

Perhaps all the more embarrassing was that he had a boner the size of Texas all the while. However painful or humiliating it all was, it was stimulating to his body big time.

I went on spanking him, my erect cock inches from his. I made him repeat the words until his perfectly rounded buns were hot enough to fry an egg on and I was satisfied they would be sore enough when we went out together that evening.

“What do you say, Prasang,” I asked, both of us panting.

“Thank you for spanking me, master, thank you. I enjoyed it very much…”

Julien, 40, is a music teacher in a boy’s college set in Brest, a small city of France’s northwestern region called Brittany. Brest is known for its Best European Short Film Festival, and is also the setting of Rainer Werner Fassbinder’s art film Querelle (1982), itself based on the 1947 novel Querelle de Brest by Jean Genet.

Well-known as a homoerotic author, Genet’s main character in this novel is called Georges Querelle. This protagonist is a bisexual thief, a prostitute and a serial killer. He manipulates and kills his lovers for thrills and profit. In French, the word “querelle” means a fight. Julien loves to fight for a cock and an ass. He considers himself 90% Bottom.

Julien started to wear leather around 20. The shiny black look, the smell and the feeling of this second skin excited him to the utmost. He immediately joined Mecs en Cuir, a group of men dedicated to honor and worship leather. Julien adores to lick a man’s leather boots, to be under his control. With each lick, he can sense that his Master’s cock is getting harder. Julien’s moto is “The longer the boots, the longer the hard-on!”

Family, friends and work colleagues of Julien are not aware of his taste for leather and domination. Because of his job in a boy’s college, he never came out, but it is not really a secret. In a leather gay bar called Black Eagle, Julien once met the physical education teacher in Nazi boots with a young man on a leash. A simple grin sealed their complicity. The work colleague called Bruce led his slave to a backroom and fucked him hard and deep, bareback, for the pleasure of on-lookers.

When Julien positioned himself to lick Bruce’s boots, the Master was overwhelmingly thrilled. This gesture triggered notions of dominant Nazi-Fascist-Homosexual fantasies. According to research done by the physical education teacher, fascist regimes have drastically inflicted violence and oppression on homosexuals, but in the Nazi regime there were many cases of homosexual men occupying influential positions, despite their overt homophobic policies and stances.

Bruce is a Nazi fascist because he is convinced that in an organization that placed such a high premium on male bonding, many individual soldiers were recruited to stray into hard core homoeroticism. Bonds between Nazi soldiers were often so solid that many referred to their commanders as “best fucking Führer daddy”. Homosocial objectives and homosexual goals went hand in hand. Bruce knows that Nazi and fascist parties were not free of homosexuals or same sex sexual activity. Historians have documented cases where homosexual acts were not only widespread but that they were “tactically practiced by many Nazis”. Their homosexual behaviour was always rigidly codified; not for sexual pleasure per se but as “escape, transgression, boyish mischief, and perverse game”.

Bruce invites Julien at his place. It looks like a dungeon. Nazi wear and leather gear cover a whole wall. The music professor picks up a full-blown German uniform which he dons with even glitzier black footwear. These Wehrmacht calf-high pull-on jackboots are made of brown pebbled leather blackened with polish. Hobnailed leather soles and heel-irons are a trade mark. Julien kneels down on the spot and starts drooling on the Nazi boots. Excited by this submissive behavior, Bruce kicks Julien’s buttocks and strips him naked to discover the biggest ass of his life.

As you already know, the average butt size for men is 39.2 inches or 99.6 cm. Julien sports a whopping 43.6 inches or 109.22 cm. For this reason, his nickname is XXL. When he spreads his butt cheeks, it’s not your finger or your dick that you want to shove in but your fist. The satanic hole is so inviting that you even dream of forcing your head inside this virile haven.

Bruce orders his slave to wear cowboy boots and a pair of black leather chaps that highlight the incredible ass shrine. As soon as XXL snaps the buckle, his cock gets as stiff as the rod of a stallion ready to fuck a mare. But he’s the one who will get the kinkiest ass hole penetration. Bruce pushes a can of Crisco grease and XXL dips his hand in the lubrifiant to coat… the Nazi fascist master’s boots. He then kneels down facing Bruce, jerking off his ten-inch (25 cm) cut meat surrounded by a leather cock ring. The Master wants to taste his slave’s huge creamy load while fucking him with a sharp Nazi boot.

The penetration first triggers moans of exquisite intense pain. Gradually, with each boot kick, these cries turn into lustful groans of divinely virile pleasure. No dildo or fist has ever satisfied XXL to that extent. He never thought that his huge junk trunk could get filled with such a plunging führerstick military device. While stroking his huge one-eyed trouser snake, he pushes his fuck chute further around the blackened leather jackboot. He imagines a whole regiment of German soldiers ramming him like their lives depended on the firmness and the depth of their anal penetration. The masterful sodomy by the German boot is done to the rhythm of the famous Bavarian military march composed by Georg Fürst (1870-1936).

With his left military boot shoving in and out of the begging king-size booty, and his right hand jerking XXL’s pulsing mammoth dick, the Master contemplates his own cock hardening, stretching and gorging itself with sap. Reading between the lines of this kinky choreography, XXL does a bit of acrobatics to alternately pump his Master’s man juice and get himself sucked by the expert mouth of the physical education teacher. He doesn’t come as a friend or equal but as an obedient worshiper professing his faith: “Your Cock is My God.” The replica indicates who is really in charge: “From now on, you are my slave and your monstrous ass is the key to my non-stop exclusive satisfaction!”

On that note, XXL sits even more firmly on the glorified Nazi boot to reach the ankle. A kick in the ass has never been so welcome, so intoxicating. It’s worth an entry in the Guinness Book of Records. While screaming loudly his most intense pleasure, XXL points his cock towards his Master’s mouth, and floods him with a thick stream of white gold. Anticipating an explosion in reverse, he engulfs his Master’s cock, pumping it like there’s a fire to put out. His palate is immediately lined with a creamy layer of jizz which he swallows almost until the last drop. He keeps a good spoonful of sperm to accompany his French kiss and seal the most exciting Master-Slave agreement.

I’m one of those guys who doesn’t post his pics on gay hookup apps. Too many locals get too nosy and well, I’m a private kind of guy.

But as I get more comfortable admitting my own bisexuality, I’ve grown more comfortable taking chances and finally posted a pic on my GROWLr profile. To my astonishment- and I mean this – 12 guys, all tops, began messaging me within an hour. As the day went by, more messaged me- just for posting my face.

I let it go and just kind of enjoyed the attention when one guy in particular caught my eye. Dark, bearded, muscular and overall pretty cool. We talked for a couple of days without it being sexual until we got to talking about a bathhouse not far from either of us. He said he’d never been, I filled him in on some of tne details of the place and he said he wanted to check it out sometime.

I didn’t expect him to respond to my sayjng “let me know when you want to check it out and I’ll be there.” He asked about tonight – I agreed to meet him.

I made my way there but He changed his plans a few times citing friends keeping him and just as I figured the night was a bust, he messaged me as I began to get dressed, that he was 5 minutes out- I said meet me in the sauna.

He opened the sauna door and the recognition was immediate as it was wordless. For the first time in my experience, I was enamored by a man; beautiful body, a great kisser and a solid thick cock. We went from making out, to me going down on him in the sauna as other men watched, jerking off.

I had to have him and planned for it by lubing my ass before he arrived. I gripped a bench, bent over and let him slide his cock deep inside of me. As an audience began to grow and get more pushy, he took my hand and led me naked, down the hall to a room he rented….it had a sling suspended above a bed – we kissed hard, his tongue on mine as I eased into the sling; my feet still in sneakers, resting on the chain.

He placed his hands on my chest, yanking my nipples as he slid inside me once more – I felt my face involuntarily change to a giant grin as he fucked my ass and stroked my cock, leaning in occasionally to kiss me.

As he thrust more, I gripped the chains with my hands and let my cock bounce off of my belly…it began to warm up, as if to burn as cum began to just flow out of me…I moaned, screamed and begged him to “fuck me harder, baby…stretch my fuck hole…” and continued to cum….he pulled out, shoved his fingers in my asshole, deep as he took me in his mouth and sucked me until I was exhausted.

I’ve had amazing sex with women and amazing sex with men….this was the kind of sex that completely changed my outlook on life. He wants to meet up again, he says he wants to bring a friend…..

I said yes…I’ll be in the sauna.

The following is pure fiction, but some might think it would be great if it could actually happen!

1.

Paul lives and works in London for an overseas owned credit card company. He has worked for them for the past six years having joined at the age of twenty after leaving university with a degree in computer science. He loves working with computers and is especially talented at coding. In his department he’s considered to be the best, although the company management has never recognised that fact. Each time he meets them he decides they’re stuffy individuals who live in the past. Their only concern is whether they’re making considerable profits from their customers who are, in the main, stacking up more and more debt by charging high rates of interest.

Paul is gay, although he’s kept that fact to himself because he knows the owner is homophobic. His father left the family unit when Paul was eight years old, so was raised by his mother, who now suffers from dementia and lives in a care home. His older brother, by five years, left home at the age of eighteen and moved to America. He’s never been heard of since. As such, Paul is left to visit his mother who is totally confused and lives in the past.

However, his income is satisfactory, and he receives bonuses every so often when his boss considers he’s done an exceptional job. As such, he now lives in a nice two bed flat just two minutes away from Old Street station on the Northern line and can get to Soho within twenty-minutes. He’s never owned a car or learnt to drive since there’s little point in London.

His one frustration is that he doesn’t have a boyfriend. He’s tried picking up guys at the gay bars and clubs in Soho and taken them home for sex, but he’s so far never met a guy with whom he’d want a long-term relationship. Even so, his sex life was active and being a top, he’d fucked numerous good-looking guys, his preference being those younger than him.

He’s now resorted to online sites and has met several guys, but like the others, they were either only interested in being a one-night fuck or not the kind of guy he was seeking.

Then one night, after a long hard day, he came across Khan who was Mongolian and eighteen-years-old. Something about his profile made Paul immediately sit up. He read everything Khan had said about himself and when he viewed the images of his half naked body, something clicked. He immediately sent him a message and attached a half naked image of himself which wasn’t on his profile. He waited in anticipation and within a minute he received a reply. As he waited, he reread Khan’s profile and suddenly realised he’d seen him at AH Software, the company that provided anti-hacking software for his company. They’d only met in passing but he’d been impressed with his knowledge of coding.

“Wow. Love your body. Want to meet up?”

Paul replied saying he’d love to and asked if he was free to meet that night in a gay bar but decided not to mention that they’d met before. Being a Friday it didn’t matter if he was out late, as he wasn’t on emergency callout the next day.

“Yeah, I’d love to. How about Ku Bar on Lisle Street.”

“Brilliant. Half-an-hour?”

“Suits me. See you there.”

Paul had been tempted to ask him to meet at the flat, but he knew it was safer to first do so in a public space. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d met a guy and decided he wasn’t his type so had slipped away. He hastily showered and slipped on a sexy looking shirt and pair of slacks. He was conscious about his appearance and expected others to be the same.

As he walked into the bar, he immediately saw Khan standing looking towards the entrance. His face turned into a grin as he saw Paul enter.

“Hi, it’s good to meet you” Paul said.

“And you, but hang on, you look familiar” Khan replied, as he racked his brain trying to remember where and when.

“AH Software. Your company provides the anti-hacking software for the company where I work.”

Khan immediately remembered and shook Paul’s hand. He now remembered that when they’d first met, he fancied him.

“What would you like to drink? I’m not a beer drinker so am having wine.”

“Yeah, wine would be great. I don’t drink beer either” Khan replied and watched Paul make his way to the bar. Having purchased two large glasses of white wine, they moved to a table in a corner because he hated drinking whilst standing.

“So, you say on your profile that you’re Mongolian. Were you born there or in this country?”

Khan explained that he’d been born in Mongolia but there was tremendous hate against LGBT people, and it was dangerous to come out publicly. His father had realised his only son was gay from an early age, and when he became sixteen, he arranged for him to move to England where he had an uncle living. It was him who arranged for him to obtain UK citizenship.

“I’m so much happier now I can be what I am and not being fearful of being beaten up or even killed because I’m gay.”

Paul immediately felt sorry for him and gave him a hug. Khan felt he’d at last met the guy of his dreams. Whilst they drank their wine, they chatted about their work and life in general. When their glasses were empty, Paul said “Do you want another here, or would you like to come back to my place?”

Khan immediately opted for the latter, so they made their way to the underground station. As they went, Paul ascertained that Khan’s uncle had lived in Birmingham, but he wanted to be in London. Having obtained a job with AH Software, he moved to London but had to live in a hostel because he couldn’t afford to rent somewhere.

“It’s grim conditions but it’s all I can afford.”

Paul made a mental note to discuss that topic again later. Once inside Paul’s flat, they hugged and kissed. It was passionate and soon cocks were hard.

“Drink?” Paul asked, hoping Khan would say no.

“Not at the moment” he replied, hoping that the next move would be to the bedroom. Paul told him to put his coat on the hooks by the front door. He did so, and also kicked off his trainers. Without saying anything, Paul led him into the main bedroom. Khan felt his heart start to beat faster. He watched Paul remove his shoes and for a few seconds they looked at one another. Paul took the lead and pulled him into an embrace. They kissed as fingers began lifting one another’s T-shirt up their chest to eventual removal. The kissing became passionate, and fingers fumbled with trouser fastenings. These were soon removed and kicked to one side. They were now down to their skimpy underwear and stiff cocks were ballooning the fabric.

“I hope you like being fucked” Paul said having paused kissing.

“You bet. Love a big cock up my arse and from what I can feel, you’ve got a beautiful big cock.”

Without further ado, underwear was removed, and their naked bodies rubbed against one another. Paul pushed him down onto the bed and covered him with his body. Their hard cocks rubbing against one another. After several minutes of kissing and exploring each other’s nakedness, Paul stopped kissing.

“There’s something I should tell you before we go further.”

Khan looked at Paul’s face wondering what he had to tell him.

“I’m HIV positive but my viral load is undetectable so I can’t pass it on, but I thought you should know before we fuck. If you don’t want to go further, I’ll fully understand. There’s still a lot of fear about HIV despite the progress that’s been made since those bad days in the 1980’s.”

“How long have you lived with it?”

“Seven years. Still don’t know how I contracted it but one pill a day keeps me healthy, and as I say, I’m undetectable so can’t pass it on.”

“I’m sorry. It must have been a shock when you found out, but it doesn’t bother me. If you say you’re undetectable, I’m okay with that. Does that mean we have to use protection? I so hate fucking condoms. Much prefer it raw.”

“Same here but it must be your choice now you know my status.”

“Raw it is” Khan grinned and pulled Paul’s face into a kiss. Cocks had gone off the boil, but it didn’t take much to make them rock hard again. Khan lifted his legs and clamped them around Paul’s waist to offer himself to be fucked. Paul took the hint, grabbed the lube from the side table and lubricated his cock.

“Ah, fuck” Khan yelled as the big cock invaded his arse. “I’m in heaven.”

Paul laughed as he continued to pump in and out of the tight arse before finally dumping his load of cum inside.

“Stay the night” he told Khan. “In fact, stay the whole weekend. We can have lots of sex and enjoy ourselves.” He’d found his soulmate and wanted him to stay forever.

“Sounds great. It’s better than going back to the dump where I live, and I like being fucked by this big cock of yours.” Khan grabbed the slowly drying cock and caressed it. He then rolled Paul off him, moved down the bed and took the organ into his mouth. Despite it being large, he was able to get the full length in and it tasted wonderful. He wanted it hard again and inside him. He hoped this wasn’t just a one off, because he’d fallen in love with Paul. He loved his body, he loved his personality, and he loved feeling this hunk of meat inside him.

Having got it hard, he knelt astride Paul and guided it into his arse. It was still well lubricated from the first fuck, so slipped in with ease. When he felt Paul’s pubic hair touching his arse, he sat on the big, long organ for a moment. He bent forward and kissed Paul on the lips. It was a loving kiss and he wanted to say, “I love you”. Instead, he said “I so love the feel of your naked cock inside me.”

He slowly rode it up and down, watching Paul’s reaction. Several minutes later he recognised the sign for which he’d been waiting.

“Ah, fuck. I’m coming” he yelled. Khan just grinned as he slowly teased the ribbons of cum out of the cock and into his arse.

***

When Khan woke the following morning, he found a naked Paul standing over him.

“You’re beautiful” Paul said and kissed him. “Did you sleep well?”

“Fucking perfect” Khan grinned and pulled him into another kiss. Paul reached down between Khan’s legs and grasped his morning erection.

“I think this needs attention.” Paul never bottomed, much preferring to be a top, so he pulled back the duvet to expose Khan’s perfect naked body. He took the erection into his mouth and sucked until he’d drunk the morning load of cum.

“I now want your cock inside me” Khan grinned. “It’s nice and hard.” Without waiting for an answer, he went onto his knees and buried his head into the pillow to offer his arse.

Paul was happy to oblige and grabbed the lube to lubricate his cock. He then inserted a finger into the open arse to tease it before fucking it with his cock. It wasn’t long before he was spewing his morning load of cum into it. As he did so, he imagined doing this every morning.

They showered together and wearing just their briefs, had breakfast.

“What do you fancy doing today?” Paul asked.

“I desperately need some new clothes but I’ve no money, so that’s out.”

“Not a problem. We’ll go shopping and then have lunch in Soho” Paul smiled.

“I’ve no money” Khan repeated.

“So what. I’ve got plenty, so it’s my treat.”

“I couldn’t let you do that.”

“Why not? I love you and want to spoil you.”

Khan gasped. “You really love me?”

“Yes. I fell in love with you as soon as I saw your profile and when we met in person, I was even more certain.”

“I love you too. As soon as we met, I knew you were the guy for me” Khan replied with tears running down his cheeks. I’m so happy.”

They hugged and kissed. Both knew they’d found the love of their life.

***

After shopping and lunch in Soho, they decided to return home rather than go to a bar. Khan was laden with shopping bags, and he couldn’t believe how much Paul had spent on him. He was coming back with almost a complete set of new clothes since what he owned had seen better days. He gave Paul a big hug and a long passionate kiss. Needless to say, they both had erections which needed attention.

Having grabbed some lube he kept in a nearby drawer unit, Paul gently pushed Khan down on the sofa and laid him along it before bending his legs over his chest. Facing his lover, Paul crouched on the sofa and guided his stiff cock towards the open hole. As he penetrated him, he watched Khan’s face. A big grin spread across it as the cock disappeared inside.

“Ah, fuck. That’s beautiful” Khan exclaimed, as Paul began to fuck the hot arse. He so loved this guy, and he loved fucking him. As he pumped, he slowly massaged Khan’s cock. His body writhed with sexual excitement as the hot cock inside his arse did its stuff and his own cock began to reach that magic moment. He suddenly let out a long “Ah” and ribbons of white creamy cum arched over his chest. Even when he’d shot his load, Paul kept gently massaging the sensitive cock using cum as lubrication. His own climax was now about to come and his whole body jerked.

After they’d eaten a light evening meal, they sat side my side on the sofa in their underwear. Paul had his arm around Paul who snuggled up against him. He was so happy.

“I’d like you to move in with me.”

Khan looked up at him with a questioning look. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, why not. You’re currently living in a shitty place, and I love you. We’d be good together. Besides, I would have your gorgeous arse to fuck whenever I want” he laughed.

Khan laughed. He liked that idea. “Okay, I will. When?”

“Tomorrow? I can help you move your things here.”

Khan hugged and kissed him with tears rolling down his face. He was so happy.

2.

“It’s come to our attention that you’re homosexual. Is that true?” Paul’s manager asked him.

Paul looked at him and then the bookcase behind him. “When I last looked, the legislation in this country stated that it’s not illegal to be gay. So, my sexuality, whatever that may be, is not your concern.”

“Maybe not, but the owner doesn’t approve of homosexuality and doesn’t want deviants working for his company.”

“The guy has never met me and doesn’t even live in this country, so what’s it to do with him? I do the fucking job I’m paid for, and I do it fucking well, hence the many bonuses I’ve received.”

Paul was now feeling angry but did his utmost to keep it under control.

“Paul, I know what an excellent job you do, and personally I don’t care a fuck who you have sex with, but the order has come from the top, and I have no option but to act on it.”

“And that is?”

“To ask you to leave with immediate effect. If you go quietly, you’ll receive a generous exit payment equivalent to six months’ salary. With your skills, you’ll have no problem with finding another position and I’ll give you a good reference.”

“You do realise that I could make a claim of discrimination and I’d win.”

“True, but it would be my word against yours and, you’d not receive the exit payment.”

Paul smiled. “I have plenty of evidence of this conversation.”

“Have you been recording our conversation?”

“Yep. Always do when I’m suddenly called into a meeting for no apparent reason. The recording is already safe on the net, so taking my phone won’t help.”

His manager smiled. “The problems of dealing with an IT expert.” He thought for a moment. “I’ll make the exit payment equivalent to nine months if you go now and not make an unfair dismissal claim.”

Paul checked that his phone had recorded that and agreed. He had no intention of causing a fuss because it wasn’t worth the hassle. Instead, he had other ways of getting his revenge. He was just disappointed that senior management didn’t stand up to the owner of the company who was a bastard.

He returned to his desk and commenced packing his personal items into a box.

“What the fuck is going on?” a colleague asked.

“It appears that some bastard has outed me, and the owner of the company doesn’t approve of gays.”

There was a general gasp around him. Firstly, they hadn’t realised he was gay, although some had their suspicions, and secondly, they couldn’t believe that the owner of the company would do such a thing, especially a star employee like Paul.

“Right, I’m looking for another job. If that’s how this company operates” one guy announced. Several others agreed with him and said they’d be doing the same. Paul later found out that six key IT staff had left leaving the company short of good staff.

***

“They’ve what?” Khan gasped when he heard the news. “What will you do now?”

Paul smiled. “I’ve been planning for this day for a long time. I knew I couldn’t continue working for that company forever, so I’m going to set up my own anti-hacking software company for small businesses that can’t afford the likes of AH Software. You can join me if you like. But first, I’m going to get my revenge on that bastard who demanded I be sacked.”

“Wow. That would bring the company down” Khan grinned when he’d heard Paul’s plan.

“I’d be happy to help you with that, but I’d have to leave AHS first to avoid implication.”

Paul agreed, so they made their plan. They waited until Paul had his exit payment in his bank and had moved it into another account. They purchased more IT equipment and set up an office in the spare bedroom. Paul designed a website for the new business, which they named PK Services Limited. He then emailed as many small businesses as possible. Within three weeks they had clients and were bringing in money. Khan then resigned from his company much to the surprise and annoyance of his boss because he was the best coder in the team.

In between doing legitimate business, they worked on the code that would bring Paul’s ex-employer to its knees. In the process, they’d extract a million pounds from the company’s bank account which wouldn’t be noticed until it was too late. Once the code was complete and both Paul and Khan were satisfied that it would do the job and hid all links to its origin, they decided on the perfect date to set it in motion.

“It’s the perfect hack” Khan laughed. “They won’t know what’s hit them and they’ll think it’s been implemented from another country.”

“The advantages of VPN” Paul laughed.

They decided on a Sunday night when there was only a skeleton staff on duty. Khan let Paul have the satisfaction of typing the code for the final instruction to implement the hack. Once sent, they watched thousands of credit card records being deleted. They’d also sent the same code to the back-up servers so everything would disappear. This would mean that thousands upon thousands of credit card holders would have what they owed reduced to zero. Whilst this was taking place, a million pounds was being transferred to a hidden overseas account.

“I’d love to see the owner’s face when he finds out” Paul laughed.

“What are you going to do with the million pounds?” Khan asked.

“Our million pounds” Paul grinned as he swept his lover’s body into his arms. He then detailed his plan.

“Wow, that’s awesome. Yeah, I’m in” Khan replied excitedly having heard it.

The following morning the news was full of what had happened. “Being a smaller credit card company than the large ones, this is devastating and will likely bring the company down” the Business Correspondent of the news channel explained. There was no mention of the missing million pounds which was now safely secured in Paul’s secret overseas account. The police tech boys were desperately searching for who’d hacked what was supposed to be a secure IT system but couldn’t find anything of use. The company was now blaming AH Software for allowing such a thing to happen, but nobody could find the loophole that the hacker had used.

Paul and Khan had also taken extreme lengths to hide any evidence of their involvement just in case the police questioned Paul who could be considered an ex-employee with a grievance, or Khan as an ex-employee of AH Software with a knowledge of the anti-hacking system. In reality, his company had no idea how much he did know because each employee was only allowed access to certain parts of the system, but he’d gained illegal access to the whole system a long time ago which was why he was their number one coder. In addition, Paul’s previous company was using an out-of-date operating system and had never bothered to upgrade it, which made it easier to hack.

Several days later when they were certain their actions had achieved its aim, Paul said, “I think this deserves a celebratory meal” so he booked an expensive restaurant in the West End. Now that Khan had decent clothes to wear, he was happy to be seen in such places.

After a delicious meal, they made their way to Soho and visited Ku Bar. Whilst they were sitting enjoying a nice glass of wine, Paul noticed a young lad standing in a corner looking very downcast.

“I know him. It’s Chibundu. He worked in the IT department where I worked.”

He went over to him to say hello. “Hi, Chibundu. You’re looking very glum. What’s up?”

“Everything. I assume you’ve heard what’s happened to the company.”

“I heard on the news something about a hack” he replied casually. “Come and join me and my boyfriend and you can tell us all about it.”

Chibundu had admired Paul so was sad when he’d left.

“Khan, this is Chibundu” Paul announced breezily. They shook hands and Khan invited him to sit down.

“So, what actually happened?” Paul asked as if he knew nothing about the hack. He and Khan had agreed never to mention their deed to anyone and to look ignorant about the matter if it ever came up in conversation.

“It appears someone from abroad hacked into the main system and the backup server and deleted all customer records, so all amounts owed have been lost.”

“Wow, I bet customers are pleased” Khan chuckled.

“True, but it’s virtually made the company bankrupt” Chibundu replied. “As a result, a large number of us have been made redundant although whether there’s any money to pay us is unknown.”

“Fuck. So you’re jobless?” Paul exclaimed, feeling sorry that his actions had caused that to happen.

“Jobless and shortly to be homeless because I can’t pay the rent on my bedsit and I’m already overdue. Most of the guys can get new jobs easy enough because they’re experienced. I’ve only been there for nine months.”

“I’m so sorry, Chibundu. I remember you starting as a junior coder” Paul replied and placed a hand on the lad’s knee. Although he knew he was eighteen he looked much younger.

“To be honest, I don’t give a shit about the company’s problems. They probably deserve what happened. They treated me like shit and when I heard about you being told to leave because you were gay, I was shitting myself that I’d be next.”

“What will you do?” Khan asked.

“Fuck knows. I can’t return home because my father kicked me out when he found out I was gay.”

Chibundu had Nigerian parents but had been born in Birmingham. When he’d been told never to set foot in his father’s house ever again, he’d travelled to London where he’d met an IT guy who worked for the company and got him a job as an IT Assistant, but in reality, he’d been not much more than a tea boy and general errand boy.

“Are you still interested in coding?” Khan asked.

“Yeah, it’s my dream job.”

Khan looked at Paul who knew what he was thinking.

“You say you’re overdue on your rent. When have you got to pay that?” Paul asked.

“In two days. It’s a shitty room in a damp basement with mould on the walls. It’s not worth the rent I pay but I’ve got no option. I was receiving a pittance from the company.”

“Khan and I would like to help you if we can, so how about coming back to our place so we can discuss it further. Stay the night if you like” Paul grinned knowingly.

Chibundu’s face lit up. He’d always fancied Paul and having met the gorgeous Khan, he fancied him too. “Thanks. I’d like that.”

“Brilliant” Khan smiled. “Let’s drink up and make our way home.”

Paul looked at him and smiled. He knew what was in his mind. Chibundu was a sweet guy and Paul wondered whether he could make a threesome. Khan was having the same thoughts.

“Come on in and make yourself comfortable” Paul told Chibundu as soon as they reached his flat. Chibundu followed them into the living room.

“Nice place” he eventually commented. He so envied people who could afford places like this and imagined living there.

“What would you like to drink?” Paul asked him.

“Whatever you’re having” he replied, afraid of being difficult.

“Whisky?”

“Yeah, great” he answered excitedly. He could never afford to buy such drinks.

Whilst Paul prepared three drinks for them, Khan sat beside Chibundu on the sofa.

“Sounds as if you’ve had a rough time at the company.”

“Yeah, it was a bad decision to work there but I was so desperate to get a job in IT, especially coding.”

“How many staff have they made redundant?” Paul casually asked.

“The vast majority from what I could tell. Most of the IT department went and people in sales and admin. The managers were running around like headless chickens” he laughed. “They couldn’t believe such a thing could happen.”

“What do you reckon they’ll do?” Khan asked.

“Fuck knows but I’m glad to be out of it despite having no job and shortly to be homeless.”

Khan stroked his leg and said how sorry he was. Chibundu smiled at him and placed his hand on top of Khan’s. “Thanks, it’s good to know I have some friends.” He felt his cock go hard with the warmth of the hand on his leg so near his crotch and he gently moved it towards the bulge.

“Here we are. That should cheer you up” Paul grinned having noticed the interaction between the two guys. He sat in a chair opposite so he could watch both of them. His own body was also reacting at the thought of what he’d like to do to the lovely black guy.

“So, what excites you about coding?” he casually asked Chibundu.

“The preciseness of it and what it can do to produce the desired result.”

“Have you eaten?” Paul suddenly asked. Chibundu shook his head. “How about a bacon sandwich?” The lad’s stomach immediately rumbled at the thought of such a delight.

“I don’t want to put you to any bother.”

“It’s no bother” Khan replied and patted Chibundu’s leg again.

“You’re both so kind. Thanks, I’d love a bacon sandwich.”

Paul left them and went into the kitchen to prepare it. A few minutes later he heard their guest go to the bathroom and Khan joined him in the kitchen.

“Is there anything we can do to help him?” he asked Paul as he watched him turn the bacon on the grill pan.

“Do you like him?”

“Yeah, he’s a nice guy. And sexy” he added in a whisper.

“We could offer him a job in our new company. The rate we’re taking on new clients, we could do with an assistant.” Khan thought that a great idea if the company could afford to pay him. “It can, besides, I have other targets we can attack to get more money for our future plan but not a word to him about that. Let’s see how things go and if he stays the night.”

Chibundu appeared from the bathroom and joined them in the kitchen. “Wow, man, this is a brilliant kitchen. You should see the dump I have to share at the house I’m in.”

“Here we are. One toasted bacon sandwich” Paul grinned as he cut the sandwich into two. They returned to the living room, but this time, he joined the other two on the sofa with Chibundu in the middle.

“That was delicious” Chibundu enthused having eaten his snack. Paul asked Khan to top up the drinks. Whilst he did so, he placed a hand on the lad’s thigh and asked if he had a boyfriend.

“No. Never been lucky in that department. Had several one-night stands but I have to be careful. Being black and gay doesn’t go down well with lots of guys.”

“Well, it doesn’t bother us, does it Khan?” Paul replied and moved his hand closer to the lad’s crotch.

“Sure doesn’t” Khan replied and placed a hand on the other thigh. Chibundu’s body was now shivering with excitement and his cock was now rock hard inside his sweatpants. Paul took the plunge and moved his hand onto the enlarged organ as he turned and kissed the lad. Khan joined in and lifted Chibundu’s T-shirt to play with his nipples. A series of satisfied grunts were now coming from him.

“I suggest we go to the bedroom. Is that okay with you, Chibundu?” The lad grinned and said it certainly was okay with him. The three of them stood up and Paul led them into the bedroom where clothes were soon discarded. When Chibundu was naked, the other two gasped. He was absolutely gorgeous and had a big black cock standing out like a flagpole. The duvet was flung off the bed and their new friend was lifted onto it. Being a super king size bed which was six foot wide, there was plenty of room for the three of them.

Paul was itching to fuck the black arse and within no time had him kneeling across Khan so they could continue kissing whilst he fucked the beautiful arse. He lubricated his stiff cock and gently pressed it against the tight hole. Chibundu uttered a satisfied grunt as it breached him and filled his hot channel up. Paul then proceeded to fuck, gently at first but then gradually increased the pace until he was slamming in and out of it. All the while, Chibundu and Khan were kissing.

After several long minutes, Paul climaxed and shot his load. Khan then wanted to be fucked by their new friend so lifted his legs over his chest to offer his arse. Suitably lubricated, he pressed his hot stiff cock into the waiting hole. Having seen that condoms weren’t used he didn’t ask for one. He loved fucking bareback. Paul watched the black cock invade his lover’s arse and as it did so, he cupped the big black balls that shook back and forth. Chibundu clearly loved having his balls felt like this and grunted his approval.

Before they settled down for the night, Chibundu sucked Khan off to a very satisfactory conclusion and drank his load of cum.

“Wow, man. That was awesome. The best sex I’ve had for a very long time” he grinned as he collapsed on the bed.

Since Paul only had the one bed, the three of them settled down to a night’s sleep with Khan in the middle. Fortunately, there was plenty of room.

***

“He’s gorgeous” Khan commented the following morning whilst Chibundu was in the bathroom and he and Paul were preparing breakfast. “Are you still thinking of offering him a job with the company?”

Paul said he was if he was happy to do so. Khan said he was. “How would you feel about inviting him to live with us, at least for the time being. If our plans proceed as expected, I reckon we’ll be ready to move onto our next venture within the year. We can see then if he’s interested in joining us or not.”

“Yeah, brilliant” Khan replied and then added, “You’re still my first and only love.”

Paul took him into his arms and kissed him. “And you’re mine. He’ll just be an added attraction.”

Just then Chibundu appeared. “Wow didn’t realise there was a dress down code here” he laughed as he saw both Paul and Khan only wearing their briefs.

“Sorry. We should have warned you. Khan and I often don’t dress until we go out.”

“In that case, I’ll join in. Love being semi-naked or even fully naked” he grinned.

“Fine by us. Do whatever turns you on” Khan grinned. To their delight, Chibundu removed all his clothes, folded them up and placed them in the hall. He then joined them in the kitchen stark naked.

“I reckon we should do the same. Don’t you?” Khan grinned. Paul agreed, so they removed their briefs and tossed them to one side whilst they continued preparing breakfast.

As they ate, Paul asked Chibundu what he was going to do about his accommodation.

“Fuck knows. I’ve no money to speak of.”

“In that case, we have a proposition to put to you.” Paul then outlined what their new company did and offered him a job as an assistant. When Chibundu heard the salary, he gasped. It was over double what he’d been paid by his ex-employer.

“That’s amazing. Yeah, thanks. I’d love to accept. All I now need to do is sort out my accommodation.

“We have a suggestion for that too” Khan said. “Come and live with us. As you can see, it’s not a large flat and we only have one bed, but we managed last night okay.”

Paul added that it would be rent free, and he could stay as long as he liked. Chibundu was overwhelmed. “Are you guys real? Are you really offering me a job and a home?”

“Yes” Paul grinned. “Plus access to that lovely arse of yours, of course” he laughed.

“Anytime, man. Anytime. Thank you so much” he replied as he jumped up and hugged each of them.

Paul suggested they accompany him to his current abode to collect his personal items and speak to the landlord who apparently lived in the house next door. When Chibundu showed them his room, Paul was horrified. There was thick mould on the walls and the whole place felt damp. It also appeared that the heating system didn’t work. He was then shown the communal kitchen, and this was just as bad. Dirty surfaces and mouldy walls.

“Pack up your things” he told Chibundu. They then went to see the landlord.

“Chibundu is giving formal notice that he’s vacating his room with immediate effect” Paul told the guy.

“I need two weeks rent in lieu of notice plus what he owes.”

“You’re getting nothing. That place is unfit for habitation. If you pursue your claim. I’ll sue you for substandard accommodation and compensation for past rent paid. It’s your choice.”

“Fuck off” the landlord replied. They left and on their way home, Paul contacted the Environmental Health department of the local council. He reported the appalling conditions and emailed pictures of the mould. He told them if they didn’t shut the place down and rehouse the occupants, he’d sue them. They said they’d visit immediately.

“I can’t thank you enough” Chibundu told Paul. “I’m in debt to you.”

“Your arse is payment enough” Paul laughed.

“It’s all yours whenever you want it.”

When they got home, Paul stripped him naked and bent him over a kitchen cabinet. After lubricating his stiff cock, he penetrated the black arse.

“Ah, fuck man, that’s awesome” Chibundu gasped. He loved Paul’s big cock inside him.

Whilst he fucked, Khan videoed the action. That gave Paul a great idea. He’d read about sites where you could upload your gay porn videos and receive a fee each time someone viewed it and downloaded the full video. He pumped and pumped until he’d shot his load. Before Chibundu had time to stand up, he felt Khan’s cock inside him. He knew then that he’d made the right choice by living with these guys. A few minutes later, his arse was filled with more cum and he felt so happy.

Not wanting to miss out, he bent Khan over the kitchen cabinet and fucked him until he’d shot his load. Paul videoed the action. He then took over and fucked his lover until he’d shot another load of cum. That was videoed by Chibundu.

“What are we going to do with these excellent videos?” he asked.

Paul grinned and took them into the office.

“Fucking hell. Some set up man” Chibundu exclaimed.

“Welcome to your new job” Paul laughed. “Edit those videos and make a stunning film that we’ll upload to the net.”

Chibundu set to and showed what he could do. The other two were impressed with the result which had the perfect title. Paul then set up an account to one of the major gay porn websites and uploaded the footage. Within minutes, it was attracting attention and lots of viewings, plus an income for the privilege.

***

Over the next few weeks they produced more gay porn for uploading to their site. That too attracted lots of attention and more money poured in which Paul shared between them.

“How about we find other guys to film having sex?” Chibundu suggested.

Khan and Paul thought that a great idea, so they set off for the gay bars. They found their prey and having softened them with alcohol and drugs, they filmed them being fucked by the three of them. One particular guy who was Polish loved being fucked and stayed the whole weekend. He had a perfect arse to fuck and loved sucking cock. Being filmed whilst performing didn’t bother him at all. When he finally left on the Monday morning, Paul gave him a bonus which he greatly appreciated.

Over the next few weeks, they found other willing participants and enjoyed fucking them whilst being filmed. Chibundu soon became part of the family, and Paul and Khan enjoyed his company as well as his arse. The business was doing well, and he was soon earn earning his keep, but his arse was the biggest joy for Paul.

In addition, he and Khan had hacked other companies which abused their customers with poor service. Their secret pot of money was growing nicely. Pauli’s ex employer had gone bust but the owner had got away with a fortune. Paul wanted to address the balance, so they hacked into his private bank accounts and extracted two million pounds. By chance, Khan came across his private home network that provided access to his home security system and home operating systems. They brought the whole system down much to the surprise of the owner.

3.

Nine months later they had sufficient in their offshore account to make their next move. Chibundu was still with them, so they told him their plan.

“Count me in” he exclaimed, so Paul sold his flat and they moved to an island in the Bahamas. He’d already purchased a property on the island which was perfect. They had sufficient funds in their secret bank account to live on.

“Oh my, this is perfect” Chibundu exclaimed when he saw the property. It had its own beach and was private. They made a rule from the start that they’d live naked. Chibundu loved that idea. The business had progressed, and they had numerous clients they could service without finding new ones. Their secret reserve provided ample income to live on.

They spent the days sunbathing on their private beach in the nude and they’d employed two sixteen-year-olds to clean the house and service their sexual desires as well as being part of the family.

They’d come across the lads when they’d visited one of the underground gay bars on the main island nearby. Young gay homeless lads frequently offered themselves for sex in return for money. When they heard they were being offered a home in return for light duties and sex, they jumped at the offer. Paul had purchased a small motorboat to visit the main island for provisions and visiting the underground network of gay bars and clubs.

Anton was a spirited lad but loyal. He loved showing off his naked body and loved being fucked. Elias was shy at first but soon blossomed. He too was proud of his body so was happy to show it off to whoever asked. Anton had lost both his parents from serious illness several years before and he had no relations to look after him, so he ended up on the street. Elias had never known his father so had been raised by his mother, but she was a sex worker and frequently pregnant. When Elias turned sixteen, she told him he was now old enough to live his own life so had to leave the lodgings they lived in because she had five other younger children to raise.

“Okay boys, it’s time to strip off your clothes” Paul told Anton and Elias once they were well away from the mainland. The two lads immediately did so, and Paul chucked their grubby clothes into the water. “You’ll be given new ones to wear as and when you visit the main island.”

They were happy enough and proudly paraded their nakedness. Khan, Chibundu and Paul removed their shorts and T-shirts as well.

“You got nice bodies and nice cocks” Anton grinned as he admired the three naked bodies.

“Thanks, man” Chibundu grinned. “You’ll soon feel these cocks inside you.”

Paul moored the boat on the small jetty on the private beach and the five of them jumped into the warm water, taking with the provisions they’d purchased on the main island. When the two lads saw the villa, they gasped.

“We gonna be living in this” Anton exclaimed.

“That’s right, Anton. This is your new home. Welcome.”

They walked up the beach and into the garden past the pool. Paul unlocked the main door and switched off the burglar alarm which was connected to his phone along with the numerous CCTV cameras he’d installed. This enabled him to keep an eye on the property when they were out, plus he was able to set off anti-deterrent devices such as pepper spray and knockout gas if the burglar(s) didn’t take the hint. The Villa always gave the impression that it was occupied by music being played and random movements. Paul and Khan had designed the program and were now in the process of marketing it.

The villa, which was single storey on stilts, had two large bedrooms, one for Paul and Khan and another which contained a double bed and a single to accommodate Chibundu, Anton and Elias. A third smaller room was used as an office. The main open plan living room contained a dining area at one end and there was a large separate kitchen plus utility room.

“You’ll sleep in Chibundu’s room” he told the new arrivals “but it’s up to you who uses the single bed. There will also be times when Khan and I may have one of you in our bed for a night of sex” he grinned. “I suggest you settle in and acclimatise yourselves to your new surroundings and tomorrow I’ll detail the chores you’ll be doing in between providing your arses for us to fuck” he laughed.

Paul went into the kitchen to prepare the meal. He now had two more mouths to feed. A moment later, Khan joined him. “Thought you might like a hand.”

Paul smiled and kissed his lover, grasping his cock as he did so. He never minded having his beautiful Adonis beside him. Paul prepared a chicken risotto which turned out to be delicious. He loved cooking and enjoyed trying out new dishes.

“Mm, that’s yummy” Anton exclaimed. “Haven’t eaten food as good as this before. Thanks, boss.”

Paul smiled and placed a hand on his naked thigh. He sat at the head of the table but made sure that Anton sat on the side next him and Khan on the other side.

“You can show your appreciation later by offering me your arse” he grinned.

So, whilst Chibundu and Elias did the washing up after the meal, Anton sat on Paul’s lap facing him. He took his and Paul’s cock into his hand and massaged them until both were hard. He grabbed the lube from a side table and lubricated Paul’s big cock. He then raised his body, guided the hard tool into his arse and sat on it.

“Ah, fuck. That’s a beautiful cock you’ve got boss.” He rode it up and down whilst Khan filmed it performing. The footage would be added to other footage and uploaded to the gay porn site. His body lifted up and down like a piston until Paul had shot his load to fill the lad’s arse with cum.

“You do realise that you’re both underage for gay sex in the Bahamas, don’t you” Paul commented.

“Yeah, but it’s not gonna stop us. Besides, I won’t be telling anyone, and neither will Elias.”

He then looked at Khan and invited him to have his arse fucked. He jumped at the offer and squealed with delight as the big cock fucked his arse.

***

Two days later, someone rang the front door buzzer. Paul slipped on a pair of beach shorts he kept in the hall for such situations and opened it.

“Hi, I’m Jaden and this is Camilo, my boyfriend. We’re your neighbours. We just wanted to say hello and welcome you to our small island.”

Paul was aware that another villa occupied the island but hadn’t any idea who occupied it.

“Hi, it’s great to meet you. Please come inside and meet the others.”

Jaden and Camilo, who were only wearing a pair of beach shorts, followed him in, admiring his sexy body as they went.

“Oh my” Camilo shrieked. “How divine. It’s so good to see others enjoying the freedom that this island offers. We don’t wear anything at home, do we darling.”

Jaden grinned and agreed whilst taking in the four naked lads who were lazing on sun beds on the patio.

“The previous guys who owned this villa were very prim and proper, so we didn’t have anything to do with them.”

“They only visited occasionally and kept themselves to themselves” Jaden added.

“Would you like to join us for a cold drink?” Paul asked.

“We’d love to, darling” Camilo replied. “Do you mind if we…?” he grinned, indicating the naked lads.

“Of course” Paul replied. “I only put on my shorts to answer the door.”

“Well, don’t let us stop you from removing them again” Jaden grinned as he slipped off his own shorts to join his boyfriend. Paul asked Anton and Elias to vacate their loungers for the guests and asked Khan to prepare a jug of his special drink which was refreshing and alcoholic.

“So, how are you guys settling in?”

“It’s great” Chibundu replied. “I love the sun, the sea and being able to run around naked.”

“And he enjoys lots of sex” Anton laughed.

“Excellent, darling. So do we. Which reminds me. We’re holding an orgy on Saturday. We’ve got four gay friends coming over from the mainland, so with you five, it will be wonderful. Don’t you agree, my darling?”

Jaden agreed and said they’d be most welcome. “They’ll be lots of alcohol and recreational drugs, plus lots of sex” he giggled.

Khan appeared with a jug of his special drink plus seven glasses which he proceeded to fill. Elias served the guests first and Camilo ran a hand over his naked butt. “You’re gorgeous” he exclaimed and then took the flimsy cock into his hand. It immediately reacted and he was soon showing off an erection. “Oh my. How beautiful.”

Seeing that Elias was now occupied, Khan served the others.

“Mm, this is delicious” Jaden commented as he sipped his drink.

“Thanks, Khan” Paul smiled and invited him to sit on his lap. He had a feeling that the guests would be staying for a while and sampling the goods on offer, since Elias was now sitting on Camilo’s lap and two hard cocks were now on show.

“He’s incorrigible” Jaden laughed, but I love him.

“We love the weather and the fact we’re free to do whatever we want, which is why I bought this place” Paul replied. Jaden asked if it was their permanent home and Paul said it was.

“Would you like a top up?” Chibundu asked.

“Yes, I would, and I’d love you to sit on my lap so we can get to know each other some more” Jaden grinned. When Chibundu had topped-up everyone’s glasses he sat on Jaden’s lap facing him. The two limp cocks were immediately taken into Jaden’s hand and massaged until they were hard.

Jaden told him to bend over a chair. He then proceeded to fuck him having lubricated his stiff cock. Camilo did the same to Elias whilst the others watched on.

“It’s time we left” Jaden told his partner. “See you guys on Saturday after lunch. Arrive wearing nothing” he added with a grin. The others laughed and looked forward to doing the ten-minute walk to the villa in their birthday suits.

***

After the neighbours had left, Paul suggested they go to the beach for a swim, but he had other ideas once there. The five naked guys ran down the garden and onto their private beach. For Paul, it was heaven and guessed the other guys felt the same. Chibundu, Anton and Elias ran into the warm water until their naked bodies were submerged. Khan held back. He was desperate to have some time alone with his lover.

They hugged and kissed. It was soon passionate. “I want you to fuck me here on the water’s edge” Khan smiled. Paul was having the same thought so told Elias, who was nearby, to go on his hands and knees in the shallow water. Without hesitation he did what the boss said. Paul bent him over the naked body and inserted his cock into his lover’s arse. The others saw what was happening and ceased their swimming to take a look. They loved watching their boss fucking.

Paul instructed Anton to go on his hands and knees with his arse facing Elias. “Lick his arse” Paul instructed Elias. He did and stretched the arse cheeks wide apart. “Stand in front of Anton so he can suck your cock” Paul told Chibundu. He did and Anton took the whole length of the beautiful black cock into his mouth.

Paul continued fucking whilst Elias continued licking Anton’s arse, whilst he sucked Chibundu’s cock. When Paul had deposited his load of cum into his lover’s arse, he told Anton to bend over Elias whilst Chibundu fucked his arse. Paul grabbed his camera and filmed the action for putting up on his gay porn website. When Chibundu had split his load over Elias’s arse, he plunged back inside to complete the fuck. Khan then took over and dumped his load into the lad’s arse whilst Paul filmed everything.

After dinner that evening, they watched the footage. As usual, Paul had Khan on his lap and massaged his cock. He was in heaven. He lived in this idyllic place with the man he loved and adored, plus he knew they had plenty of money to maintain their extravagant lifestyle.

***

On the Saturday after lunch, the five guys walked naked along the beach to Jaden and Camilo’s villa. The four friends were already there, so they hugged and kissed as they introduced themselves. Apart from one, they were much the same age as Jaden and Camilo who were thirty-five and twenty-nine, respectively. The youngest was Filip, a Polish guy who was twenty-three. As soon as he saw Paul, he took a fancy to him and followed him wherever he went.

“Grab yourselves a drink and help yourselves to whatever drug turns you on” Camilo told them.

Paul and Khan opted to snort a line of coke, so the other lads did the same. They also picked up a bottle of poppers and moved into the garden where the orgy was taking place. Camilo grabbed Anton and Elias and asked them if they were willing to do anything. They said “yes” so he fitted each of them with a leather collar to which a chain was attached. He then fitted a dog tail dildo into their arse.

“You’re now my dogs, so do as I say” he giggled as he led them into the garden on their hands and knees. Once there he told them to lay face down on an inflated mattress and spread their arms and legs out wide. He then fastened their wrists and ankles using leather straps to pegs in the grass.

“Wonderful. Guys, these gorgeous arses are now ready be fucked” he told everyone. Guys immediately knelt across them, inserted their hot stiff cocks, and fucked until they’d shot their loads. Paul and Khan didn’t take part, but they checked with the guys that they were okay as the hours went by. Both appeared to enjoy being used and abused.

***

It was the early hours when the orgy finished, and Paul told his guys it was time to go home.

“Can I come with you” Filip asked. “I have no work for the next couple of days and I don’t want to go home.”

Paul had ascertained earlier that Filip lived on the main island and was a fashion model but also posed naked for the photographer on occasions. He’d left his home country of Poland at the age of eighteen because his Catholic parents didn’t approve of his sexuality. If he’d stayed, he’d have been pressurised into marriage, so he decided to leave and no longer has any contact with his family. By chance, he met the fashion photographer who decided he was perfect for a fashion model. Although twenty-three, his camp mannerisms made him appear much younger.

Liking the guy, Paul agreed so Filip grabbed his bag that contained a pair of shorts and a T-shirt for travelling to the main island and followed Paul. Khan looped his arm through Paul’s as they made the journey back along the beach to the villa. Chibundu and the other two, walked ahead. All three were high on drugs and alcohol so Paul knew they’d be of little use for anything for another twenty-four hours.

Khan liked Filip and offered his hand as they walked. Filip immediately took hold of it. He was a lonely guy and had few friends. He’d only attended the orgy because Camilo had met him in a gay bar and said he must come because there’d be lots of sex, booze, and drugs. Filip enjoyed being fucked, so had agreed.

Once back at the Villa, Chibundu, Anton and Elias dropped onto their beds and were asleep in no time. Paul had told Filip that he’d sleep on a sofa bed in the living room. He could have slept with him and Khan in the main bedroom, but Paul wanted a night with the man of his dreams. Having sorted out the sofa bed for Filip they got ready for bed and climbed in together.

“I love you so much” Paul whispered into Khan’s ear as he kissed his neck before working his way down his naked body.

“I love you too” Khan replied. “I’ve never been so happy.” At times he was jealous of the other three who needed Paul’s attention, but he knew that he was his lover.

Paul reached the beautiful cock which immediately reacted. When it was hard, he snuggled up behind Khan and gently inserted his own erection into the waiting arse. Khan uttered a low pleasurable groan as it entered him, and he felt the long thick shaft fill him up. Paul gently pumped whilst massaging Khan’s cock. Several minutes later, they both came, Paul into the warm arse and Khan into his hand. As they drifted off to sleep, neither could imagine a happier life. They both loved one another so much and they now lived on an idyllic island with no financial worries. Paul’s revenge had made sure of that.

*****

My boss Andrew had asked me to work late to finalize the agenda for our forthcoming annual meeting of the board.

We were in the office alone and I was just going over the annual figures, my suit jacket over the back of my chair and my tie pulled loose around my neck.

“Things are looking very good Phillip” said Andrew standing directly over me and gazing at the paperwork in front of me.

“Good job Phillip” he said placing a hand on my shoulder and squeezing it. “Think we deserve a little refreshment” he said walking over to a drinks cabinet and pouring two large ‘G’ and ‘T’s.

He walked back to my desk, drinks in hand . I noticed how sharp he was dressed. Grey suit, crisp white shirt and blue satin tie tightly knotted at the collar. The blue of his tie picked up the blue in his eyes and I thought what a fine handsome looking man he was for his age of seventy.

I knew his age as he had held a mini party to celebrate his birthday and had invited me out of all his employees.

Anyway, after two drinks he came back behind me at the desk, again squeezing my shoulder and thanking me for the good work I had done.

“You are my favourite worker” he said “I like you very much Phillip. Very much indeed”.

I looked up at him, his eyes boring into mine and I knew exactly what he was thinking. Without any word he lowered his head and kissed me full on the lips and I didn’t stop him His hot tongue slipped easily into my mouth and the kiss got my cock stirring.

“Do you want to fuck me?” I blurted out recklessly.

He gave me ‘that look’ again, hauled me off my seat and bent me over my desk, the paper work flying everywhere.

In his rampant haste he yanked down my trousers and under briefs and pulled out his cock. I didn’t get a chance to see the beast but I sure as hell felt it when he shoved the gob lubed prick into my arse.

I held onto my desk as he ram fucked my arse with an uncontrollable lust that had us both gasping.

He grabbed my stiff dick, wanking it as he fucked me, my balls pressed hard against the desk as he thrust deeper.

“Oh! Fuck!” I said “What the fuck’s happening?”

He nuzzled into my neck and then stuck his tongue into my ear.

“Oh! Phillip” he whispered “I wanted to fuck you the first time I saw you at your job interview. Oh! Your hole feels so good. Do you like me fucking you?”

“Oh! Yes!” I replied “I like it very much. Oh! God. I’m loving it”.

He continued to slam into me, my desk moving about a foot from it’s original place due to the force of his thrusts.

“You have such a lovely big cock” I said “It’s filling me up so good so fucking good”.

As a Bi guy of thirty five I had never been fucked so good nor had I been fucked by a man as old as Andrew but I was out of my mind with lust for him.

“Cum inside me” I said “Oh! Fuck! Keep fucking me and cum inside me”.

I didn’t have to wait too long with a massive groan and hard thrusting of his stiff old cock I knew I was getting his load.

“I’m coming Phillip, Oh! I’m coming so good” he said holding my hips firm and plunging his dick ball deep into my arsehole.

I was clutching the desk, white knuckled as he spurted his man batter into me, his hand wanking my cock fast.

I began to spurt my cum all over my desk, as I’d not wanked or fucked my wife for over a week the volume of my spunk was immense and a hefty few blobs splattered across the work’s agenda sheet that was still managing to stay on the desk .

The fuck had been a tremendous spur of the moment thing and my hole was now feeling the after effects by tingling and throbbing wildly.

By the time I had contained myself and stood up, Andrew had zipped up his trousers so I still never saw the brute of cock he’d shoved up my arse.

He came back over to me.

“That was very special Phillip” he said “You are such a handsome man and so generous giving up your lovely hot hole for me.”

He kissed me on the lips, his tongue slipping into my mouth, the softness and passion of the kiss very nice.

“You must let me fuck you again only in the comfort of my bed at home. My wife is away from next week so we will have my house to ourselves if you can get away”.

“I would love you to fuck me again so I will try to get away” I replied.

Driving home I could feel Andrew’s cum seeping from my arse making my pants wet. Whilst it felt pretty uncomfortable it made my cock jump with excitement and I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me again.

Of course I was a little nervous thinking that the wife would notice a change in my walk, as the post fuck tingles in my arse had me walking a little awkward, thankfully she didn’t notice. As it happens she was keen on getting fucked herself and was all over me in bed , her lips on my cock her mouth engulfing it an sucking like mad. When I slipped it into her hot cunt she was moaning and grabbing me arse cheeks making me wince. I fucked her good but was imagining Andrew’s cock slipping up me again as I shot my load into her fuck loose twat.

“Next week” I said “I have to work late into the evening, possibly all night, as we have some problems to sort for the board meeting at work. You don’t mind do you?

“Of course not darling” she replied “Work is work you know I’ll be okay, I’ll perhaps have a girly evening with my friends”.

She snuggled against me her hand feeling for my cock again.

Andrew greeted me with a rather passionate kiss his tongue darting into my mouth.

“So glad you could get away Phillip, can you stay all night?” he said.

I told him that I could stay all night and his eyes lit up.

“Let us go straight to my bedroom then I am so horny for you” he said.

Once inside his bedroom he was kissing me again only this time pulling my clothes off at the same time.

“Oh! You have a lovely body Phillip, come and lay on the bed.” he said.

I was down to my under briefs which were jutting out with my erection straining inside.

Andrew began to undress and when down to his bulging briefs he slowly pulled his cock out for me to see at last. It was a long, thick monster with a purple un cut knob head. The sight of it had my hole twitching and I was doubting that I had actually had the huge cock up my arse before.

He lay on the bed next to me and kissed me again, this time kissing from my lips, down my neck and onto my chest where he gnawed gently at my nipples. Down further he went his teeth biting the elastic waistband of my briefs. He tugged at the waistband pulling it down to expose my erect cock.

“Wow! Phillip you have a beautiful cock. I’m going to lie here and suck it for as long as it takes to cum and I’m going to swallow every drop of your spunk”.

He held my shaft firmly and began to suck on my knob which had me moaning instantly.

Now my wife had sucked on my dick before but very reluctantly, Andrew was making it a life’s work and was taking more into his mouth and rolling his tongue all around it.

The grateful throaty noises he was making kept my prick solid and so I just lay there loving the feel of his hot mouth and active tongue.

He was an expert cock sucker and took the length of my cock down his throat whilst juggling with my balls.

“You’ll make me cum” I said writhing but he paid no attention and just kept sucking, drawing his mouth up my cock to my knob and soaking it with saliva and then taking the whole shaft down his throat again.

I was moaning so much, watching my cock being sucked in and out of Andrew’s mouth repeatedly.

He sucked me right to the edge and then stopped allowing my prick to recover slightly before gobbling on it again. I was longing to cum now, my balls being deprived of that ultimate thrill of orgasm. Again and again he edged me to the brink until at last he let me shoot my load.

“I’m going to cum in your mouth if you don’t stop” I warned but it was obvious to me that Andrew wanted my spunk in his mouth and down his throat.

He gobbled me off, my cum hitting the back of his throat and sperming his tonsils. I had no control and my cum was spurting headlong into his mouth.

Andrew slipped a finger into my bum hole and wriggled it about and my balls just drained off completely.

Andrew’s lips were frosted with cum his chin adorned with a long string of pearls as he jerked the last drops of jizz from my nuts. He continued sucking and sucking and probing my hole until I could take no more of his oral attention as my cock was now so sensitive.

“Phillip? Your cum is so delicious, your cock is a dream, you know how to please an older man and we have all night together”.

He had his hand on his big prick and was wanking it slowly, I went to help him but he stopped me saying that he didn’t need to cum just yet as he was looking forward to shooting his load inside me later.

After a meal and a few drinks we were back in the bedroom naked and Andrew was keen to fuck.

“I have bought some super lube so that I can glide right inside you with ease” he said producing a tube of lube.

He told me to get on all fours on the bed and to rest my head on the bed with my arse stuck in the air.

“That is one lovely looking hole Phillip. I think it deserves some special attention first, attention that I am sure your wife never gives you”.

With that he stuck his head against my arse and began to lick at my hole . I was instantly moaning and confirming that my wife sure wouldn’t do that to me and that it felt fucking amazing.

Andrew drove his tongue inside me, holding my arse cheeks apart to get right in. It was like he was trying to shove his head up my arse and it felt fantastic. I could feel his mouth sucking on my hole and his tongue doing wonderful things to my twitchy rosebud.

I didn’t want it to end but Andrew’s long thick cock had somewhere to go. Right up my arse!

He lubed my ring with the lube sticking his fingers inside me and loading my arse with the stuff then he smeared his prick with the lube paying special attention to his shiny knob head.

I thought I’d remembered how good his cock felt in my arsehole but the heat and thickness and initial thrust had me whimpering for the whole length forgetting just how big his prick was.

A hard jab and I felt his balls slap against me and his engorged cock was deep inside me to the hilt.

At first my hole resisted again but his persistent thrusting had my arse quivering and finally opening up for him.

“Phillip, your hole feels amazing, my cock is just in Heaven. Oh! It feels so good, so deep in your hole.”.

I was feeling every inch of the thrusting prick, the hot knob head butting against my prostate and the throbbing heat and excitement of the fuck.

“Let me fuck you on your back. Let me watch your beautiful handsome face contort when my dick goes ball deep” he said pulling from my twitching hole.

He roughly pulled me over onto my back got between my legs and just launched his prick at my hole.

I clung to his hot body as he began to pound my butt deep and deeper.

“I want your cum deep inside me” I said whimpering between words “Fill my hole with your spunk”.

My arsehole was so active, feeding and ejecting the cock back and forth until Andrew suddenly howled and shot his sperm right up my arse.

We kissed so passionately as his dick throbbed and jerked his sweet ball load of jizz deep into my gut.

My cock was solid and wanting it’s own orgasm as the last spurts of cum creamed my prostate and seeped from my hole.

Andrew grabbed my cum aching cock and stuffed it into his mouth sucking me with relish. My balls jumped, my cock jerked and his mouth was the receiver of my pent up spunk, the jets of cum shooting onto his lapping tongue and down his throat.

An hour later we were in a sixty nine and I was tasting the hot cock that had fucked me so good.

Andrew hadn’t asked me to suck his dick but I wanted to so at first he was on top of me ,his cock in my mouth his balls on my face as I sucked his thick prick. He was making a real meal of my cock too the sounds of his sucking and lustful gnawing kept my prick rock sold.

He played with my balls as he sucked me and the he inserted two fingers up my arse and gobbled my dick down his throat.

Of course with treatment like that I was soon on the edge and warned him of my inevitable orgasm.

He stopped sucking at once  his fingers squeezing my knob head hard to prevent a full on orgasm.

“Don’t cum Phillip, I want you to fuck me and cum in my hole handsome man” said Andrew now positioning himself on the bed with legs wide ready to be fucked.

He threw me the tube of lube and I massaged my prick with it then slid another load onto his hole.

“Fuck me, handsome man, fuck me hard and deep. I want to feel your hot young cock right inside me”.

As soon as I got between his thighs he wrapped his legs around me and pulled me close. My dick was right on his hole and the heat and throb of both cock and arse had us both longing to fuck.

I lunged my prick inside him and he took the length with a long groan as my shaft slid over his old prostate.

“Yes! Phillip. Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!

I began to fuck him my hands gripping his shoulders my mouth now stuck to his and our tongues rolling over each other. He was wanking as I fucked, his eyes rolling his tongue darting in and out of my mouth.

“Faster!” he begged “Fuck me faster, harder!”.

I really laid into him, my balls, heavy with cum, slapping against him as I approached my climax.

My cock could not be stopped and was soon jerking and tossing off a ball load of sweet jizz into his hole.

Andrew groaned and let his own cum fly over his belly as I continued to buck and jerk spunk into him. I certainly shot a lot of cum inside his hot quivering hole and he whimpered gratefully.

With the board meeting looming I wondered how I would be able to perform without thinking of my sexual adventures with my boss. As it turned out all was well, a reassuring hand on my crotch under the board table and a knowing wink from Andrew and my input into the meeting was rewarded with applause.

“I think we need to celebrate Phillip” said Andrew after the meeting. “Don’t suppose you fancy coming back to mine if you can get away, I have a very frisky cock in my pants”.

“I’ll get away all right” I replied, my own dick stirring.

“I’m pretty frisky myself!”

Only Punishments Are for Sluts

Before i start the ch, my master ordered me to beg you to rate the story in comments

If you like it master will give me a reward of 50 KICKS on the BALLS

If you hate it, he will destroy me and leave me on streets.

So, one day master was just punching my balls, not for the punishment but for fun, master’s fun. I was so happy that i didn’t received any punishment for few days. I could feel proud for the master for training me so good, in my tears filled eyes.

After making my balls and ass nice red master dragged me too the bathroom, i didn’t had no need to be told he wanted to bath, slave was to lick masters clean before he could shower, to save the water. It was the country’s law. I lost the sense of time. The only source of knowledge for me was parties masters celebrate. Since we came here i had 3 birthdays and master 5 since then. Master even named us after he was having trouble calling both his slaves bitches. I was named fag while the other one was cunt. 

I was almost done cleaning the master when i heard the doorbell ring, we didn’t budge because we knew cunt would answer it. 

A wooden cart was delivered to the master. Master ordered us to open the box as he drank his beer and assaulted us with whip. Just by going close we knew there was something breathing inside. We noticed on the the wood the date of packaging was of a week ago. 

There was a naked 18 year old twink inside the box. 

“Boy! Crawl here.” Master yelled, his voice was loud and ready to fuck anyone’s ass like he was angry for months. That’s what i liked about him, he didn’t care about the position of slave. He only knew what he wants. 

The slave crawled on his knees with face down and handed master a manual. 

It read: 

• vergin

• didn’t cummed since 4 years 

• didn’t said a word since 1 year

• trained and tested by experts 

• return or replacement is subjected to

 the use of ass. 

• slaves are denied food a week before the packaging and are not provided with any piss or food after packing for smooth delivery. Hence, slave must be taken care of as buyer’s will after delivery.

Master through the manual in air for cunt to catch and grabbed the neck of the new slave and started slapping his face. “That’s a good quality fag! Isn’t you, must be hungry, aren’t you? Show me your ass fag!” 

He quickly moved and presented master his ass, master started slapping and eating it. His face was on the floor turned to us and i must say he didn’t had a single tear, he was a good quality boi after all! 

After playing with him for half hour master pushed three fingers down his throat and said “I will feed you some other day bitch, i have buisness to attend right now!” Master gave him a final and hardest slap to push him out of his way.

He walked past him and grabbed the chain attached to my nipple clamps. I quickly stood up from my knees and started running, yet he still managed to tug my nipples hard few times. He dragged me to the community park nearby. There, people were jogging with their slaves on the leash.

But a group of people were gathered there in the ceremony area, there was also master’s friend who recites the rituals on birthdays every year. I remembered his dick as i remembers master’s because after master it’s his dick that uses me alot. 

Master pushed me on the knees and everyone can and hugged him saying “you are doing the right thing.” 

“Umm I don’t know, it served me well for years, i kinda feel guilty for doing it.” Master told the group. 

“There’s nothing to feel bad about its the law of nature.” Said one friend with 7 inch hard dick. Master told me never to see a free mans face but only greet his dick, thats the proper way to give them respect.

I was really confused what they were talking about and it made me really scared. 

“But why do you want to do this?” Asked the men with 5 inch cock. 

“He serves me well but am kinda bored of it and i just brought a trained slave from the money i got selling its property and i still have enough to buy 3 more slaves if i want.” Master explained. 

“Yeah, no point of keeping it around if you could buy better! No point of guilt in it” said Master’s friend. 

“But i keep thinking about what will happen to him after.” Master said and his dick twitched suddenly.

“That’s not for you to worry about, all the laws here are made for master’s favor only. It is said that a true master’s pleasure is in sub’s torture, the hardship it will endeavour after you disown it, that’s also for your and our pleasure only that we deserve.” Master’s friend explained.    

“Yeah you are right,” Master hugged his friend as i was still kneeling on floor with broken heart. Master’s friend came to me and pushed his 11 inch hard dick in my throat and started reciting Disowning rituals. 

1. Slave must be asked his last wish. 

2. Slave must be punished for being a slut all the years in service, it should be punished for lusting over it’s superiors and making its master horney. Slave must be published till it is fainted which is the sign of its end of duty. 

All there years i became really good at taking a men’s dick but hearing the ritual i couldn’t help but chock, tears started leaking from my eyes. Master’s friend gave my head support by his hand and pushed my head even deeper till his balls. 

“So, faggot, do you have any last wish?” Asked Master’s friend. 

My mind wasn’t working at all, all i wanted was to ply master not to disown me. I tried speaking with my throat full, but all that came out was saliva and murmurs. 

“Louder slave, last chance!” Master’s friend said and everyone laughed. 

I tried again but nothing came but mumbles and more saliva on his balls. Master pushed his friend back, “Come on, let him be!” 

Master’s friend let my head free, it took me a minute to come back to sences. And i immediately started to kiss master’s feet and beg him not to disown me, master kicked me looking away, “last chance, thingy.” 

I couldn’t believe what was happening to me, upset i asked what i didn’t had since i became slave. “I want to cum, master.” 

Suddenly i felt a sharp slap and master’s friend pushed his dick balls deep in one go, and started throat fucking me till he cummed on my nose. “You see, that’s what happens when you let them be.” 

Master came forward and spat on my face “you made me ashamed, bitch.” 

“Now,” masters friend started speaking, “it’s time for the second ritual, punishing the slave for being a slut and lust on masters cock all these years, till the slave faints. And in this case, we have the biggest slut of all time who wants to cum.” He concluded with a hard slap that made me fall on the ground. 

Master pulled my hairs and pushed his dick deep inside, i could feel his anger, and my tears came out, not by the abuse but for making master feel shame and anger. 

Everyone begin pulling and assaulting me with hits, dicks and humiliation for wanting to cum. It was different from all the gangfucks i endured because everyone was not fucking me for their enjoyment but fucking me for the sake of destroying me. 

By now, i had 2 cocks and a vibrating dildo in ass. Everyone stoped using my mouth after getting their dick wet. Many didn’t even bother to make it wet. 

I never had a better and painful fuck before, it was my sin that for a second i forgot master about master and thought about my ass or my betten body. I even cummed eventually just from the new. However after that i came low but felt like they were just getting started, betting got higher and fucking faster. Now they were abusing me for Cumming, my happiness faded when i felt the extreme anger on masters dick and his hands on my neck. I was totally out of breath but i had practice for years. I didn’t wanted to faint so i faked it, but master didn’t let go either of my neck or ass. Fortunately i was on the edge to faint when his focus shifted from neck to my ass. I almost felt like i would die. But master let me be alive n awake. Ow how i loved him. 

But the fucking didn’t stop there many dicks came after i pretend to be fainted, it felt like death bed to keep my eyes closed. At the end they pushed something cold and 2 times bigger their own lags in my ass and left after some kicks laughing. My ass acing worst but i felt happy hearing him laugh.

I couldn’t tolerate the pain and stood up just after they all left. It was old monks bottle they found in dumpster.

My whole body was aching but i thought it wont be safe laying in middle of central park. I looked around, all the masters were busy abusing and running their own slaves. I ran to a dark ally, but that didn’t felt safe either, how dumb was i looking for peace naked n fucking on island full of masters.

I didn’t even know when i fall asleep on the street but when i woke up when i felt a hot piss on my eyes. I went frozen think a free man must be pissing i dared not move because i didn’t wanted to get in trouble with my whole body aching. But i did sinfully thought that it was the smelliest piss i ever took but when the piss was over i saw it was rather a cat. And i again found myself naked and fully awake in middle of a island of sadist man, alone and unsafe.