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How to Overwhelm a Champ

“MY SON,” yelled Master Han, “FINISH HIM OFF!”  AMG smiled back at his Teacher…just as he saw Cortez wrap his huge bicep around Han’s throat.  As the reality of the Stud Incarnate’s betrayal began to register on him, the Asian Alpha turned his head to the opposite corner to see DaddyRodrigo grinning ear-to-ear and giving a big thumbs up to Senior Alfa. 

Cortez cinched his SLEEPER HOLD tighter and Han’s arms flailed in the air.  Muffled gurgling sounds could be heard but the fans’ boos drowned them out.  AMG made a move towards his corner but suddenly felt a thick forearm wrap around his throat and yank the Champ backwards in an INVERTED FACE LOCK.  He glimpsed a hint of green before his face was shoved into a sweaty armpit with coarse black hair.  DaddyRodrigo snorted and said “LIKE THAT, BITCH BOI?”  He rubbed AMG’s nose and mouth inside his pit, making sure the Chump inhaled his masculine pheromones.  Cortez felt Han’s body go limp.  He murmured “Night, night Bitchy Han!” and threw, or better yet discarded, the sleeping Teacher onto the padded floor.

“Vinny, untie JAH!” the Handsome Alpha Manager ordered.  In seconds, a fully recovered P.R. Alpha Stud stood in front of the bent backwards and struggling Champ.  He reached inside the front of the Chinese Hunk’s black Speedos and formed a CLAW around his smooth balls.  Joel grinned at Rodrigo as he DUG, SQUEEZED and TWISTED the Bitch Boi’s babymakers.  “AAARRRRGGGGHHHH!”  The crowd was silenced by AMG’s anguished and muffled cries.  Joel winked at his Manager and said “LET ME TAKE CARE OF THIS MUSCLE BOI!”  DR smiled and dislodged the humiliated Champ from the confines of his armpit.  “ALL YOURS STUD!” he exclaimed.  

JAH pulled the AsianMuscleGod towards him, then quickly turned him around and wrapped his big arms around his mid-torso from behind.  He SQUEEZED as hard as possible and lifted the 250 pound bodybuilder off his feet in a REVERSE BEARHUG.  “AAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!” AMG yelled in pain as Joel shook his massive frame from side to side.  Then Joel shouted “TIME TO TAKE BITCH BOI FOR A RIDE!”  With that, the Challenger threw himself backwards bringing AMG’s huge body with him and CRUSHING his upper back into the canvass in a GERMAN SUPLEX!  WHUMP!  The P.R. Alpha Stud didn’t let go of his bearhug despite the violent shaking of the ring.  He pulled AMG back up with him and immediately repeated the devastating suplex!  The AsianMuscleGod was getting pulverized.  His Muscle Boi body spasmed and flopped around the ring.  

JoelAlphaHunk rose to survey the carnage he had caused.  Smiling, he gave high fives to Rodrigo and the Stallion then beckoned for his frenemy Cortez to join them in the ring.  All four Muscle Hunks now encircled the AsianMuscleGod.  The four watched as AMG first crawled in Cortez’s direction.  He gripped the Stud Incarnate’s right quad then the waistband of the Latino Protégé’s Speedos, attempting to rise to his feet.  Cortez laughed at the CRAWL OF SHAME and SHOVED AMG off his body and back to the canvas.  BAM!  Wu Teng knew he was in serious trouble.  The title match had become a 4 on 1.  Not even the Asian Alpha might survive those odds.  He crawled over to where VinnyMuscleStallion stood and tried to climb up his jeans-clad legs but the Stallion snorted and SLAMMED him back to the mat.  BAM!

Rodrigo directed Vinny and Cortez to hold AMG in place.  Each Alpha Stud grasped one of the Bitch Boi’s arms while DR pressed down on his head forcing the once invincible wrestler to his knees.  He motioned for Joel to come forward.  JAH flashed a cocky grin then reared back and SLAMMED his right fist into Tanner Wu’s left cheek.  POW!  “OOF!”  The crowd had stopped jeering.  A few were chanting “JAH!  JAH!  JAH!”  Wu looked out of it, but Vinny and Cortez kept his swaying body upright on his knees.  Joel reared back again and SLAMMED a second punch AMG’s way, this time striking Wu’s left temple.  POW!  “OOF!”  This time the Stallion and Cortez let go of the Bitch Boi’s arms.  Glassy-eyed, the AsianMuscleGod bobbed back and forth with his head hanging low, then FACE PLANTED at JoelAlphaHunk’s red boots.  He was motionless.  Apparently KO’d.

The ref jumped into the ring as the crowd roared.  He knelt down besides the soon-to-be former Champ.  He picked up his right arm and released it.  PLOP!  The fans shouted “1!”  The ref lifted AMG’s left arm and let go.  PLOP!  “2!”  As Joel watched, the ref picked up the Asian Jobber’s right arm once more.  Just as he released it, JAH caught the arm.  “I’M NOT DONE WITH THIS PRETTY BOI!” he hollered to chants of “WE WANT MORE!  WE WANT MORE!”  Joel grabbed AMG’s long black hair and dragged the barely conscious Muscle Boi to his feet.  DR seemed to read his mind.  He had disappeared briefly over by AMG’s corner and returned with the Chump’s silver wig and cat ears.  Rodrigo crammed the wig back down on Wu Teng’s head as Joel stepped behind his broad shoulders and threaded his caramel-colored arms through Wu’s smooth pits.  He locked on a Full Nelson and began yanking the Bitch Boi backwards and then from side to side, applying maximum pressure to his entire body as AMG’s long silver curls jiggled in the air.  

“OH GOD!”  screamed the AsianMuscleBitch, “PLEASE, PLEASE, STOP!  I BEG YOU!!!”  The fans were stunned—having never seen AMG so completely manhandled.  Joel kept shaking his foe in the Full Nelson.  The ref leaned in to ask if the Champ wanted to submit.  “YES, YES!!!  I..I…GIVVVVVVEEEEEEEEE!” sobbed the Defeated Loser.  DING!  DING!  DING!  The  ring announcer yelled “AND HERE HE IS, YOUR NEW TSWF CHAMPION, THE P.R. ALPHA STUD HIMSELF, JOEL ALPHA HUNK!!!”  

But Joel didn’t relent.  He maintained the Full Nelson.  He shook the Asian Boi Toy like a rag doll until he was KO’d.  He had passed out from the excruciating pain.  The ref tried to force Joel to let go as the Williamsburg Arena erupted in pandemonium.  Finally JoelAlphaHunk released his grip and the 6’4” 250 pound Tanner Wu crumpled to the mat like a sack of potatoes.  The ref fastened the TSWF belt around JAH’s waist as he accepted the crowd’s cheers and big grins from each of DaddyRodrigo, Vinny and even Cortez.  Master Han still lay face down and motionless on the padded floor.  

Joel embraced Rodrigo then directed the Stallion and Cortez to strip AMG and hold him up again on his knees.  As they did, Rodrigo slapped AMG’s cheek saying “This is what you came for!”  Within moments, Joel had removed his shiny TSWF belt and peeled off his red Speedos.  He stroked his thick uncut 9” cock to maximum hardness then stepped in front of Wu Teng who was still a little glassy-eyed but somehow hard as a rock.  His uncut 8” cock glistened at its slit.  “AWWW, THE BITCH BOI WANTS MY COCK!  TIME TO PAY UP!” commanded JAH. 

The new Champ rubbed his cock against the loser’s cheeks then pushed the swollen cock head past AMG’s lips.  He felt the ex-Champ’s warm wet mouth suction in his hard tool until it bumped into the back of his throat.  With the fans now chanting “CHAMP!  CHAMP!  CHAMP!” Joel skull fucked the Defeated Jobber whose bulging eyes stared upwards at JAH’s cut abs and defined 50” pecs.  He grunted, moaned and gagged as he sucked the hard 9” dick—knowing it would soon fill his virgin hole.  He would lose his virginity just one day after taking Master Han’s and submit to JAH as his Dom.

 JAH thrust in deeply then held his cock at the back of AMG’s throat until the 24-year old gagged “GW-OOOCCCKKK!”  The Champ then pulled out and roughly pushed the AsianMuscleGod backwards.  He fell on his back as Vinny and Cortez let go of his arms.  JAH mounted the Bitch Boi’s chest inching close to his mouth.  “OPEN WIDE!” he demanded.  AMG complied and felt the hard cock get STUFFED in his throat.  His nose pressed into Joel’s short dark pubes.  Above him, Joel went into a double bicep flex exposing his trimmed black pit hair.  Everyone knew the new Champ had borrowed a page from AMG’s signature move following his wins.  The fans were going crazy seeing the 6’4 250 pound Muscle Boi dominated and humiliated at center ring.  His muscled torso and thick legs squirmed as his throat was completely owned by Joel’s manhood.

Joel ordered Cortez and Vinny to retrieve and strip Master Han “I WANT HIM TO SEE US TURN HIS PUPIL INTO A SUBMISSIVE BITCH!” hollered the Champ.  A few minutes later, a naked Han Junhon was tied into the far corner.  His wrists were tied to the top ropes on each side of the ring post.  His ankles were spread wide and tied into the bottom ropes on each side of the post.  Han had been ball gagged and still looked drowsy.   His soft 7” uncut cock was locked in a cock cage.  

“NICE!” Joel shouted as he finally rose up from Tanner Wu’s face.  He then lay on his back.  His hard cock lay across his washboard abs.  “RODRIGO, BRING THE JOBBER TO ME!” ordered the new Champ.  The Handsome Alpha Manager nodded his head and grabbed Wu’s silver wig.  He dragged him over to Joel’s prone body and had him stand on either side of the Champ’s waist.  Wu Teng didn’t resist.  He understood he owed stakes and knew what JAH wanted.   He slowly squated into a frog pose, wrapped his hand around Joel’s hard tool, positioned the tip at his virgin hole and sat down letting the wet cock head breach his smooth hole and delve slowly and deeply into his bowels.  “OOOHHHHHH MYYYYY GOOOOOOOOODD!” he moaned as his ass was invaded for the first time.  Joel let him adjust for a few seconds before beginning to thrust upwards repeatedly into the Jobber’s hole to the frenzied cheers of the Williamsburg fans.  As his prostate was tagged, AMG felt shivers and saw pre-cum spurting from his bouncing cock.

After several seconds of power fucking the Slut’s hole, Joel looked over at Rodrigo and said “LETS DOUBLE HIS PLEASURE!”  DR grinned his biggest grin yet as he stripped out of his green tank and Speedos.  The crowd collectively gasped at the sight of DaddyRodrigo’s 10” cock.  It was all hard and veiny and curved upwards at a perfect angle.  The sight was too much for Master Han.  Once he saw DR’s massive member, his 7” cock tried to power up between his legs.  But the cock cage restrained his manhood.  Vinny and Cortez had stripped as well and now stroked their cocks near AMG’s mouth as the Champ’s thick 9” dick pistoned in and out of his chute.

Rodrigo moved in behind the AsianMuscleGod.  The Champ slowed his thrusts.  Wrapping one arm around the Bitch Boi’s throat, DR used his other hand to guide his huge cock head into AMG’s ass, slowly stretching the hole wider to accommodate two big dicks.  “OHH!  OHH!  OHH!” cried out Wu Teng.  Rodrigo sighed in pleasure once he felt his balls hit Tanner’s butt cheeks then began humping the former Champ as Joel resumed his thrusts.  “FUCK MY ASS!!!” screamed the Bitch Boi as his prostate was tagged repeatedly, “HARDER!  MAKE ME YOUR BITCH BOI, BREED ME WITH YOUR LOADS!!!”  “FUCK YEAH!” shouted the Champ and Rodrigo together.  

Cortez stepped in front of AMG and faced JoelAlphaHunk.  “I told you JBB how this night would end.”  Joel was too caught up with fucking the Asian Bitch’s virgin ass to register what the Stud Incarnate meant.  But his eyes stared upwards as Cortez palmed his hard 9.5” cock.  Then the Latino Protege sat down straddling Joel’s pecs and inched closer to his face.  He rubbed his big dick against the new Champ’s lips.  He cupped the back of Joel’s head then force fed him the head of his cock.  Now JAH’s eyes bulged as his mouth and throat were owned once again by Cortez’s manhood.  “”THAT’S IT!” the future challenger yelled “TAKE MY BIG COCK!!!”  

Meanwhile the Stallion stepped in front of AMG’s face.  He thrust his 8” cut dick forward and AMG greedily swallowed the mushroom head and shaft as he rode two big dicks like a pro at center ring. 

 Rodrigo felt his cock rubbing into JAH’s.  The sensation sent him close to the edge.  He warned “NOT GONNA LAST….”  The Champ was right behind him “ME EITHER!”  The AsianMuscleGod was in ecstasy, getting plowed by two Alpha Studs while servicing VinnyMuscleStallion’s cock.  Master Han took in the orgy playing out at center ring.  It was overwhelming.  His 7” cock pulsed inside its cage and spewed his hot load down the sides of his smooth balls. 

AMG’s eyes rolled backwards, and, with the Stallion’s cock buried in his throat, blasted his cum load, showering Cortez’s back with his creamy load.  He felt the Stallion’s cock pulse and suddenly the ex-Champ’s dick was shooting cum down his throat.  Wild grunts followed from the new Champ, his Manager and Cortez as they came simultaneously, JAH and DR deep in the Bitch Boi’s hole and Cortez in Joel’s mouth.  “UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!”  As the men came down from their releases, the Latino Protege looked into Joel’s eyes and said “Gracias Bitch, I can’t wait to take your title and fuck your ass so hard they’ll hear your groans in the P.R.!”  Vinny and the Stud Incarnate stepped away, and AMG finally collapsed onto Joel’s chest, a sweaty and cum-splattered mess.  Joel and DaddyRodrigo remained buried inside the Bitch Boi whose silver curls were matted with cum.  The horny fans applauded and cheered for the multiple Alpha loads.

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In AMG’s locker room after the match, Master Han paced the floor.  “I failed you, my son,” he said, “I did not hire back-up for you and I trusted that scumbag Cortez.  I thought he would do anything to deny JoelAlphaHunk the TSWF title.  I didn’t realize he wanted JAH to win so he could take the title away from him in a future championship match.”  “It’s okay, Han Junhon,” the AsianMuscleGod sighed, “The match was unfair.”  “Yes, you were squashing JBB.  It took four Muscle Studs to subdue you.  You shall have your revenge one day, and I will make sure you are never again outnumbered or double-penetrated!” AMG smiled “Thank you, Teacher.  I don’t blame you.  I actually didn’t mind the fucking.  It was kind of hot and they really tagged my prostate.  Rodrigo’s cock was massive.  And JAH’s was almost as big.  I just hope the promoter Dandy Dawson gives me another shot someday.”  “He will, my son, he will.  You are the AsianMuscleGod!”

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Up in the promoter’s box, the ex-Champ and Ebony Hunk leaned over and said into Dawson’s ear “That was fucking hot, and it’s time to give my guy, the Stud Incarnate, Cortez, his title shot against JoelAlphaHunk.  They have a history, as you know.”  Dandy appeared to agree “It would be a hot match, full of revenge themes.”  But he paused “I’m not sure Cortez has paid his dues yet.  He might need a few wins before getting a TSWF title match.”  The ex-Champ BlackAlpha looked disappointed but slowly nodded his understanding.  “You got any opponents in mind?” he asked.  Dawson replied “In fact, I have two.  One would be AMG who would be motivated to avenge Cortez’s betrayal.  But there’s also an up and coming wrestler who goes by the name AchillesAdonis, a blonde-haired Muscle Hunk, with an unblemished record in the TSWF.  Has an amazing gymnast body and gorgeous 7.5” cut cock.”  BlackAlpha grinned “I think I could sell either guy to Cortez as long as I let him rail my ass into our headboard.”  He winked “Sometimes you gotta take one for the team!” 

The End.

Mr. Muscle Gym, in Philadelphia, USA, caught Kyle’s interest as soon as he was in high school. At 18, after a summer job at Levi’s Outlet Store, he had saved enough money to become a full-fledged member. He was pumping iron on a regular basis, getting high on the sweat and testosterone aroma, admiring a beefy colleague in a bulging jockstrap every time he entered the locker room, fooling around with him in the shower and sauna areas. For Kyle, keeping his cock muscle in shape is as important as flexing his biceps.

Photos of bodybuilders almost always show men who are beardless and without any hair on their chest, thighs, back and ass. Their muscles glow like bars of gold. The veins of their biceps and thighs are often swollen like those of a cock in full erection. Talking of cock, bodybuilders often display a rather small package. This picture doesn’t match Kyle’s at all. He’s hairy all over, including his asshole, and shows off a big bulge, a huge one to be exact. There is always some guy ready to sniff his sweaty armpits and massage his hairy pecs during muscle worshipping in the gym. He adores sucking, getting rimmed, fucking and getting buggered, even fisted.

At 32, Kyle had a car accident that sent him to the hospital. In spite of a long rehab program, he can no longer exercise his legs, and is forced to move around in a wheelchair. That is not a reason to stay away from Mr. Muscle Gym, on the contrary. Sitting in his wheelchair or on a bench with the help of his new gym buddy Jakub, he does grip, wrist and hammer curls, bench press movements, chest flies and dumbbell pullovers. For some exercises, Jakub must hold firmly Kyle’s lower body. He first grips the thighs and exerts pressure to stabilize them firmly. Once the bending up and down is well underway, Jakub lets his fingers slide towards the crotch to squeeze the balls and trigger a moan of pleasure. “Four more curls, Kyle, and you will get a hot reward!” Four, three, two, one, the cock pops out of the gym shorts. The impressive piece of cut dark meat is topped by a bold pink mushroom that Jakub licks greedily.

Of Polish descendance, Jakub is a heavy-built 19-year-old guy. He has subscribed to just about every American bodybuilding magazine. His bedroom walls are covered with enlarged pics of “broad shoulder” Tavi Castro, “chocolate pecs” Roger Snipes, “V-shape” Rick Valente, “six-pack” Lazar Angelov and “yummy lips” Gerardo Gabriel. Mesmerized by such models of virile beauty, he jerks off to sleep and dreams of kissing, caressing, licking and sucking each one of these striking muscle men. Jakub knows that the poses taken by bodybuilders date back to ancient Greece, as illustrated on a stone showing Olympic champions from the fifth century B.C., displayed in the main hall of the National Museum of Athens. Since a very remote time, men have been inspired by balanced, powerful and muscular physiques.

Kyle chose Jakub as his personal support worker because the young man is very strong. He is also an adorable redhead who has freckles on his face and on his ass, and who sports a good-sized uncut dick springing up from tight balls that have the size of lemons. His fuck chute is constantly hungry; he likes to call it a love canal. Kyle could not ask for a better companion: “Hot body and romantic soul.” Jakub adores caressing and kissing before engaging in any sexual activity with his loving gym partner. He has watched many videos of bodybuilders worshipping each other’s muscles, and follows a similar hot choreography, except that Kyle is strapped in an adjustable sling for variable inclinations.

Both men remove their clothes, except for the jockstrap. They caress firm biceps, pump pecs and rugged abs. They lick, pinch and suck each other’s nipples savagely. Their bulging crotches rub together. Their cocks emerge from a sweaty pouch to engage in a wild fencing match. Passionate kisses modulate every move. Jakub then installs Kyle on a bench for an oil massage. He positions himself so that his cock is at level with his lover’s mouth. His hands perform like he’s playing the piano on Kyle’s back, and knead the buttocks like a loaf of bread. Jakub sticks his finger in his lover’s ass, then smells and licks it. “Damn! This is so fucking intoxicating!” His rod is now as stiff as iron and Kyle greedily sucks it. Jakub wants to reciprocate, so he flips the bodybuilder and they both get a shaft thrusted down their throat. They pump man juice for 69 seconds, and end up swallowing ropes of creamy jizz.

At Mr. Muscle Gym, guys wear sweat pants, shorts or singlets. Once a month, there is a tradition to wear a jockstrap only. Those who show up on that day obviously seek to have ass fun. In his wheelchair, Kyle has a close view of peachy butts, hot rump roasts and awesome hemispheres, all sexually framed by elastic bands. When he rolls in the gym, six bodybuilders acclaim him bluntly: “Kyle, don’t forget to kiss my ass!” When he approaches Gerry, a Black guy, huge chocolate butt cheeks are brushed against his face. After a kiss on each one, he sniffs the sweaty crack and caresses the ebony treasure. Kyle’s dick is so hard that it peeks out of its own pouch. He bites and spanks the whoopie cakes with sensual frenzy. The Black bodybuilder is so excited that he lets out a fragrant fart. “Holy fuck! Thank you so much, Gerry! That is the breath of fresh air I so badly needed.” This sexy breeze entices Kyle to poke his nose in the smelliest shit hole in the gym, while stroking his joystick already dripping precum. He avidly licks the dark chocolate rosebud, and gradually tongue-twists his way inside to trigger moans of wild pleasure.

That night, Kyle and Jakub cuddle on the sofa, sipping a glass of California wine. Each moment of ass fun with Gerry is remembered with a smile and seasoned with a kiss. All day long, Jakub has been dreaming of playing rough with his lover’s ass. A display of force, of extreme domination, does not diminish the fact that they are on an equal footing. It only confirms that they fuckingly trust each other. On that note and with a grin on his face, Jakub lifts Kyle and sits him in the sling that occupies the center of the recreation room. For what they are about to do, Kyle needs to feel high. Coke is on the menu, not just in his nose, but also inside his ass because it makes the experience of being fisted so much more comfortable.

The first time Kyle got fisted, he thought that Jakub’s paw would never fit in, but once the manly fist was occupying all the space in his bowels, he felt like the luckiest person in the world. It was and still is utterly mind-blowing. For Jakub, feeling his lover’s inside stretching, listening to the noises Kyle makes as he opens up, seeing how slutty his Bottom can be, admiring the lust in his eyes, all that trust and intimacy make his man juice boil up and shoot non-stop. Two bodybuilders into fisting are two men listening to their natural call and going along with an incredible muscular experience.

If Kyle thought he was one hot hairy dude, he was in for a surprise the next day when he entered in the gym. An Arabic soccer player was doing bench press exercises, completely naked, completely covered with dark curly hair from head to toe. Every bodybuilder around him had a full erection, each one wanting to be the first one to suck this soccer player, to eat and fuck his bushy ass. But that is another story, guys. Leave me a note to say how you want it to unfold.

I was naked on a plush rug on the floor surrounded by 30 naked guys with hard cocks. There were long, short, thick, cut, uncut. Every beautiful cock just waiting to be serviced!

A circle formed around me and a line formed in front of me as I squated naked on my knees as the first cock pressed against my lips.  I started sucking and started stroking the two cocks on each side of me.  I felt a cock press into my asshole.  I was taking care of four cocks at once while others all around me were jerking off to the show.

I felt hot cum shots land on my back, then on my ass and face as I finished off the 3 cocks I was taking care of and another 3 took their place.  My cock was rock hard and dripping pre-cum as another cock slide up my ass.  Damn, I was in cock heaven. 

I was now taking turns sucking 3 guys in front of me.  I swallowed some as they came and others pulled out and squirt it on my face.  The smell of cum filled my nostrils and drove me into a sexual frenzy.  I couldnt get enough cock!  Good thing there was plenty left to get off.

I had made at least a dozen guys cum already and many jacked off all over my body.  I rolled over on my back and put my legs up.  Fuck me I shouted!  A cock drove in me and I put my legs over his shoulders.  Two guys knelt down rubbing their cocks all over my face, cumming up my nose and on my lips.

I licked off every precious drop my tongue could reach.  I started jerking off another 2 cocks while the cock up my ass filled my hole again.  Cum was running out of my ass!

Another took his place inside my honey hole spreading me open as he pounded his cock into me.  Guys were jerking off onto my stomach and in my hair.  I was covered in cum from head to toe and I was loving every minute of it.  I reached down with my hands and smeared their cum all over me then licked off my fingers as not to waste any!

I was having the time of my life and there were still plenty of balls left to empty.  How are you balls?  I bet your balls are full of juicy cum too.  I want you to shoot your load in me too!  You’ll have to get in line as I have my hands, mouth and ass full at the moment.

I stood up to stretch my knees and arms wrapped around me and I was being spooned standing up. I spit on my hands and grabbed the two closest cocks and jacked them fast and furiously.  I aimed their cum to land on my cock and balls!

I got back down on my knees this time with my ass up. A line instantly formed as one after the other snaked my hole!  I had so much cum up my ass it continually dripped out as each cock fucked me. I sucked off cock after cock while my ass pleasured dozens.

I must have swallowed a pint of cum and I savored every drop. I love the taste of cum. I could drink it by the glass full.  In fact there was a glass that was offered for community cum and several guys took advantage of it.  I stopped to take a drink of the cum shots from the glass, downing about a quarter glass of cum.  Every inch of my body was now covered in cum. 

I was surprise when someone slide in under me and started licking my balls. What a treat!  He then began sucking my aching wet cock.  I came in less than a minute.  With all this excitement my cock remained hard.  I still had at least another dozen guys left to take care off.

I had them form a horizontal line and I went down the row one by one and sucked them all dry!  Cum was drying on my skin and begining to crust up. I was in cum paradise.  As my guests slowly left satisfied and with empty balls most of the cum was dried on.

I didn’t want to wash it off yet.  I was still realing in all the excitement of the night.  So many cocks and I made them all happy.  Each one came on or in me at least once if not multiple times.  I decided to get dressed without showering and I drove home covered in dried cum. 

Sitting in the confined space of my car on the drive home the smell of cum was so strong and just smelling and feeling it tighten on my skin made my cock hard again and I jacked off on the drive home.

When I got home I took off my clothes and walked into the shower. Cum was still oozing out of my asshole as I turned on the water and the spray of the shower brought the dried cum back to a wet slippery lather on my skin!  I had such a great time tonight!  I hope you enjoyed yourself too!  If you came, thank you!

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Meet the boys

i live in a mansion where we train young gay men who desire a life as a submissive to a BDSM Master. Mostly street boys, runaways, those thrown out by their families for being gay. Not every gay young man is cut out for the life we train them into here. We have an open door policy, any trainee can leave the program when they want.  Most stay to get placed with a Master. 

My “office” is the cage room of the facility,  boys once cleared are stored here for my inspection and evaluation. we are all naked here 24/7. Today there are two new boys waiting in cages. 

“You, come here and kneel” I’m pointing at a blonde boy who has been staring at me since he was brought in and shoved into one of the holding cages. 

The approaches me, obviously scared of what  Is going to happen next 

“On your knees, head bowed, hands on thighs. Keep your legs open, I want a full picture of you.” 

This poor boy in petrified he’s so scared. 

“Show me your Dick and balls” shyly he complies  “How big is it when it’s hard?”        The boy was just asked a question he apparently didn’t expect or he doesn’t have an answer for. 

“Look, we are naked here 24/7  That means all day every day   Stand up” the boy stands.

“Stand straight and bend  your shoulders forward, clasp your hands and hold them down in front of you”  he obeys  “This is position one, now get on your hands and knees, face  always down   This is position two   Stand up, turn away from me and try to touch the flour with your finger tips   Spread your legs so your asshole is displayed   This is position three   Now stand up, face me, as at attention    This is position four   Now sit on the floor facing me and raise your legs up as high as you can    Hold on to your ankles   This is position five   You’ll want to remember these  

Pointing to the back, where the second boy has been paying rapt attention  “I hope you’re looking at these because you’ll be expected to show me each position 

“Stand up and give me position one” once he obediently does this I hold his left shoulder with my left hand and wet two fingers of my right hand then  screw them into the boys asshole    As of course this was unexpected the boy tries to move away from my insertion but I hold him back with my left hand  “bend over and spread your cheeks”  The boy bends and reaches back to splay his cheeks   I twist my fingers in his hole and soon have three fingers in there twisting and widening the opening   Drizzling lube down his crack i stuff a generous amount inside this boys asshole then line my cock up to his hole, easing it inside I feel him try to assist by pushing out.  I fuck this boy slowly, then begin a faster powerful thrusting.  

“Ok  that intern will be here soon.  Kneel outside and wait.”  I pull out and call the next boy up  this poor boy is crying when he gets to me. This boys throat gets to taste my cock. I don’t cum with these boys.  My job is to give them a physical introduction to what they will deal with here.  When the intern collects them he will tell the boys their speaking privileges are revoked unless a staff member restores it. The daily routine is early rising to daily punishment. Most groups get 10-12 swats with a ping pong paddle, a trip to the washroom to brush teeth, douche thoroughly with using the strawberry flavored water as the final douche, shower, then breakfast.  Everyone eats the same meals here, fresh fruit, raw vegetables, juice, water, and a granola  bar.  The portions and meals are similar through the day, with some minor  variation.  We want these boys lean, healthy, fit, and ready to get fucked or suck a dick at any time during the day by a staff member.  The goal is to have the boy fucked at least four times per day.  After  breakfast is the gym.  Then the training sessions begin.

“We have a couple new guys today so I’ll go over what we do for the next hour or so    My name is Lyric, if addressed you will call me sir.  Yes  sir and thank you sir are the only words to come out of your mouths at any time during the day. Period!!  Today we practice blow jobs, seven get blown and seven do the blowing.  The odd boy out gets me.”  Lyric assembles the boys in position with the fifteenth boy kneeling in front of him  “You boys on your knees I want you to make the boy who you are sucking get the best cock worship, and climax you can do, you being sucked are to not cum under any circumstances. If someone cums you are all on toilet duty for the rest of the week. You know what that means, helping all the groups douche, shower, and hold their dicks while they piss.  For a week. Every Day. Begin”  The boy on his knees in front it Lyric starts by grabbing Lyrics dick and immediately starts sucking  “Rule number one always keep eye contact; two, never EVER use your hand; three, be creative” Talking to the boy on his knees “ get up “ Lyric takes the boys dick in his mouth, keeping eye contact and looking happy to be doing what he’s doing.  Lyric’s tongue teases the slit in the boys dick head, swirling and flicking. Slowly the entire dick is swallowed by Lyric.  He gags, but does not stop or even react to the discomfort. With his tongue finding the vein which runs along the penis he licks it and increases the pressure of his lips.  Lyric’s right hand  tenderly massages the boys balls, lightly tugging and eliciting a sigh and a soft groan.  His lips trace down the penis to the ball sack and he licks it completely to eventually suck one ball into his mouth, then the other.  Soon both balls are being gently tugged while Lyric’s  left hand is stroking the stiff cock.  The boy is taking deep breathes and begins whimpering as Lyric takes the cock to his throat.  He begins a rapid rhythm of sucking the stiff pole, the boys is writhing, obviously not attempting any cum control. The boys asshole in suddenly found by one of Lyric’s  fingers. Slowly and gently the finger finds this boys prostate sending him into a groaning  rapturous agony.  Within a few seconds, Lyric’s  mouth is brimming with cum.  Releasing the boy and having kept the discharge on his tongue Lyric turns to the assembled boys who are still performing their assignment. “Take a look boys, and thank this young man for putting you all on douche duty for a week”

I loved sitting on my step dad’s big cock and riding the spunk out of his hairy balls. His prick was a thick long rigidly stiff piece of fuck meat that drive me crazy. At almost seventy he was a fucking lecherous horny fucker and was always up for fucking a hot twenty five year old gay slut like me.

Brian, my step dad, was a bit of a body builder in his youth and his body was still pretty good for his age. He’d also kept his handsome looks though now silvery grey and his blue eyes were wrinkled but still fucking sexy.

“Oh! Dean your tight arsehole feels great on my big fucking dick” said my step dad holding my hips.

I had worked my hole down onto his thick cock, facing him with my own prick rigid and throbbing against his hairy chest. His cock packed my arsehole tight and once right down to his balls I sat still to appreciate the monster throbbing inside me.

“Kiss me son and stick your tongue inside my mouth” he said pulling me down to his lips.

Our tongues met and wrestled and the kissing was sexually charged.

“Oh! Dad, your cock is so fucking big but I love it so much” I said wriggling my butt on his prick.

I began to ride his hot cock drawing right up to the ridge of his un cut knob and then back down to his cum filled balls.

He was gripping my arse cheeks now and pulling them apart to drive his cock up me as I sat down on it.

“Fuck!” I said “That feels so fucking good dad, you’re right up me and stroking my fucking prostate with your fat bell end”.

“Son I could fuck you all day and night, you’re such a horny little slut” he said helping me ride his prick.

With his fit body he was able to lift me up, cock still deep inside me, and walk with me to the settee where he laid me down heavily, his body crushing mine as his cock jabbed all of it’s eight inches up my arse.

I yelped as we hit the settee taking his prick heart deep but once down he began to really fuck me good.

“Dad! Fucking hell that feels so good, fuck me harder”.

My step dad shagged my arsehole open wide it was like he was trying to get his fucking balls inside me too and I was loving every stroke of his big prick.

“Do you like it son> Do you like you daddy’s hot cock deep in your tight little arsehole?”

“Oh! Yes dad, yes fucking yes!”

I was writhing with pleasure when he finally shot his load up me.

“I’m creaming your hot fuck hole son. Can you feel my cock jumping and spurting all my spunk inside your hot slut hole?”

I clung to him and took every drop of sperm from his bucking prick, my legs wrapping around him tight to keep his cock deep.

Without any warning my own dick began to cream, rubbed by my step dad’s thrusting pubes. My hole squeezed against his cock as I jolted five spurts of spunk up my belly.

My step dad held me tight, keeping his prick inside me deep, letting the last dribbles of spunk spill into my cum ravaged hole.

“That was fucking awesome son your hole is so fucking hot” he said as his cock slipped out of me.

I was still hungry for his cock but had to wait as mum came home shortly after we had both got dressed. She was going out that night so  knew I was in for another good fucking and the thought of that got my fuck hole twitching.

As usual mum left about seven pm. and by eight my step dad and I were both naked with stiff hungry cocks.

“Fuck me over the dining table” I said “I like that, I can grip the sides and you can get deep inside me”.

“Sounds good to me” said my step dad Brian and he told me to get over the table.

I lay over the table waiting for the feel of my step dad’s hot knob.

There was a butter dish on the sideboard so my step dad liberally massaged butter into his cock and then he fingered some up my arse.

Soon the heat of his knob was thrilling my hole and a shove got half of his big cock inside me. I gasped and then took the rest of his rigid prick right to his balls. He gripped my hips and lay into me, his cock ramming inside me deep.

“Oh! Dad that is so good” I said my knuckles white gripping the table. “Fuck me! Fuck me”.

T think a while ago we were all eating at the table and now I was over it with a huge fucking prick up my randy arse and begging to be fucked.

My step dad kept the pace up his huge cock going in and out of me at some speed. With a yelp he was soon shooting his creamy spunk up me, his dick pumping out a huge volume of cum.

“Oh! Dad! I want more fucking” I said wriggling my greedy hole against his spurting cock.

“Sorry son, couldn’t hold back my balls were ready to fucking pop”.

“I want more fucking” I repeated and my step dad told me to be patient and wait till he’d re stocked his spunk. In the meantime he managed to find a dildo upstairs that mum had bought and he asked if I wanted it up me, I was so horny I would have taken anything up my arse so I begged him to shove it inside me.

It was a fat fucker and my hole had to stretch to take it. My step dad’s cum made it a lot easier to get in and gradually he pushed half of the dildo inside me. My hole was tight around it and I had to get used to the width of it but once I did my step dad began to shunt it back and forth up my cum loaded arsehole as I gripped the table hard.

“How’s that feel son?” he said.

“It’s a real hole stretcher” I replied “But nothing beats your big fucking cock”.

He kept pushing the dildo in and out the thickness off the realistic knob pressing against my prostate and making me leak pre cum in streams down my prick.

I began to wank myself as he shunted the fake cock in and out of my greedy arse.

“Aren’t you stiff enough to fuck me yet dad>” I asked, impatiently wanting the feel of hot cock flesh in my hole.

“Five minutes son! Give me five fucking minutes at least” came the reply.

I stretched my legs wide, the dildo was opening me up now and was feeling pretty good.

A good eight minutes of constant dildo pounding and my poor arsehole was gaping wide when my step dad removed it from my hole.

I rolled over on my back, my butt on the edge of the table. I could see my step dad’s prick growing stiff and proud and so I waited for him to screw me again.

He held my legs and his cock easily found my gaping hole. The heat f his thick knob was far better than any fucking dildo and with a hard shove the heat of his whole prick was inside me and throbbing to fuck.

“Your mum will be back soon son so we have to make it a quick fuck” he said, beginning to fuck my hole with gusto.

He leaned right over me, kissed me on the lips and shoved his tongue inside my mouth as he fucked my eager arsehole. I was talking between passionate kisses my hands feeling my step dad’s hot bum cheeks as he  ram fucked my bum.

“Oh! Dad! That feels better it’s what I want dad. Your cock, your fucking lovely big cock fucking me senseless”.

“It’s good for me son your hole is so hot and tight and it hugs my prick so fucking nice .Oh! God it feels lovely son  so fucking lovely”.

He fucked my arse long and hard, stopping himself from coming a few times to make the fuck last as long as possible.

“Shoot your cum in me dad, I want all you juicy cum swimming inside me” I said wriggling my arse against his cock.

The distinctive sound of my mum’s car came at a crucial moment and my step dad could not stop the fuck as he was creaming his load inside me and my hand was drawing the spunk from my own nuts. Spunk that flew up my belly as my step dad’s spunk was shooting deep into my guts.

With luck, my mum had stopped to talk to a neighbour so it gave us a chance to quickly dress, though our underwear was soon uncomfortably sticky with cum.

We tried out best to look nonchalant as mum came in the room.

“Hello you two, had a nice afternoon?” she said walking through to the kitchen.

“Yeah!” replied my step dad. “Bit quiet but we managed to find a footy match on the sports channel”.

My cock was still leaking spunk into my pants and my arsehole was also seeping my step dad’s sweet sperm.

“Think I’ll go have a shower mum “. I said.

My step dad winked at me and made a gesture and licked his lips suggestively at me.

Mum came back in from the kitchen and picked something up off of the floor. It was the fucking dildo!!!!

“So maybe one of you can explain what this is doing down here?” she said.

My step dad and I said exactly the same thing at the same time.

“He’ll explain!”

Your freaky ass would, I thought.

I was trying hard to suppress my need to laugh with a huge smile plastered across my face. It was funny and sexy as hell at the same time.

His dick was proud and drooling like crazy arching its way back toward the rigid rippling effect that was his stomach. One could argue he was excited because he was looking up at me and the sleeping monster between my legs that treated him so well. But I knew better than that. That was more like icing on the cake in comparison to what I was doing to him right then.

It started out as one of those Friday nights between two close friends, Mookie and I, where we were ready to get our party and bullshit on, donned in our flyest gear. We made our rounds, shot some good game, and upped the ante almost every half-hour until we struck out. Striking out at a time when we both needed to be broken off big. Afterwards, we rolled over to a sex party that proved not to be the jump-off like it was the week before. Even the dude that was collecting the money at the door knew what was up and gave us a refund and then some. Next came our stroll over to the late-night diner, where Mookie and I flirted with this waiter that was down for getting tag-teamed by the two of us but he wasn’t due to come off the clock for another six hours. We were destined to save our night, but the only thing we did was head back to the crib and tore up a bottle of 150 proof and some purple haze.

We drank and talked, drank and bullshitted, talked and partied and drank some more. We drank like we were fish in water, feeling good and carefree. Somewhere along the way, I fetched Mookie to the kitchen to microwave some Hot Pockets. He came back with some bananas talking about we needed our potassium. I tried yelling him back to the kitchen to do what I told him to do. All Mookie wanted to do was eat his banana, skin first before he came too and peeled it off. He ate it in such a seductive manner that it made me regret not sticking with the first piece I hooked earlier that night. But no, I thought. The redbone was better looking than him and the sunshine yellow dude was better looking than the redbone and lucked out on everybody. I said out loud I was horny. Mookie told me he was at a crossroads, between us, real talk. Mookie wanted to get fucked but never got fucked before, so he really didn’t know if he really wanted to go through with it in the first place. 

An opening, all I needed was an opening. And being that we were close friends, I knew what to use and how to use it to my advantage. Besides, what stranger can do you better than your homeboy? He knew I could fuck. Mookie had been right there beside me running those old-fashioned Chattanooga choo-choos on those young bucks with those hungry watering holes famished for those well-fed sea serpents. Mookie knew I could fuck. He also knew he didn’t want my kind of fucking. Not at my usual ravenous tempo.

“We’re friends, not fuck buddies.” I cajoled him carefully, adding that “those other bitches we usually find are in heat and need a freak that will leave them comatose after the fact. Man, I know you ain’t like that! You’re my boy, nah-mean?”

I took him in the back and hammered him out. He took my third leg like a trooper. He wasn’t a virgin like he said, though. Not a true, never-had-his-cherry-popped virgin. The way his hole gripped it and talked back I knew it had been a few years since he got the bottom knocked out of his bumbling brown ass. Toward the middle and end of it though, Mookie was riding it like a ten-speed, never losing his incredible stride.

Mookie and I took it back to the living room and got back to the liquor and weed an hour or two before sunrise. I sprawled out on the sofa leaving him nowhere to sit, other than to lie at my feet on the rugged floor.

It started off by accident, with me staring at the ceiling and moving my feet towards the floor. Mookie didn’t say anything and neither did I. I just felt the warmness of his chest and stomach on underneath my wide heavy foot. It was heaven to be high, terrible to be drunk, and empty to be spent. And yet, to be like that all at the same time with the cool air rolling over our naked bodies was just the median I needed. I happened to look down, looking at a friend looking back at me as if he couldn’t believe what we had just done back there. I let Mookie know he wasn’t just another piece of ass by plucking his nipples with my long toes, nice and slow.

We didn’t say another word. We just let the mood in the room talk for us, occasionally sharing glances that spoke a hell of a lot more than mere words. I got lost in the possibilities of us, or at least the next time we can do what we did again. I swept my other foot over his torso, and I listen to him playfully whine that my foot was cold as he caressed it warm in his hand. I did him a favor and tuck my other foot back under me to try and warm it up as well. 

Mookie inhaled deeply as I used my cold foot to pluck at his nipples once more. I caught his dick sleepily drifting up from his lap. With the last blunt in my mouth, I decided to share with my friend this one last thing. I put it in between my big toe and the one next to it and coast it over his mouth, his lips, and instructed him to take a toke.

He does, nice and very slow with my toes and the ball of my foot pressed against his soft lips like the kiss we never shared.

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Author’s Note: This story was greatly inspired by “Smoke ‘em if you Got ‘em,” a drawing by Belasco (Wed. May 28 2008, http://www.belasco-comix.com/2008/05/smoke-em-if-you-got-em.html?zx=f14fbec32c2f16fd)

More Wood

When my wife asked if I could go and pay off the balance for our Hardwood floors at the store, I tried my hardest to contain my excitement. I gave a wary, “Sure” and asked about the details, seemingly indifferent to the request.

But secretly hoping to see the giant Sam once again.

It had been a week, and I couldn’t stop jerking off to the memories of his huge muscled olive-skinned body on top of me. The way he kissed. The way he felt. The way he moved. It was like some exotic god had just impregnated me with his divine seed, and I was craving for more.

I told her I would go early on the Saturday morning, hoping to catch the workers leaving perhaps for a job, or even getting the slight peek at Sam once again. And to set up another session with the big muscled man.

I threw on a pair of loose fitting grey shorts over my white jock and slid on a tight fitting tee. Needed to show off so that Sam knew what he had been missing this past week. My legs were tanned and looking fierce as I stepped into my trainers. Even I thought my ass looked good as I ducked out to my car just before 7am and headed to the flooring place. I knew that they opened early, and had a 7am start time on Saturdays.

I was disappointed to see an older shirt and tie guy at the front when I walked in, letting him know I was here to settle a balance for an installation. He was fat and out of shape, grey haired with a moustache and already looking like he was out of breath for just after 7am.

“Abraham!” He shouted into the back area behind the counter. I could see through the open doors a large warehouse area, and heard a voice call back before a familiar shape appeared. It was “Abe” the boss so to speak from the installation at my house. He looked good in a dark short sleeve shirt, his hairy arms on display from a pair of wide shoulders on his stocky frame. He had a slightly rounded gut that looked solid like the rest of him. His hardened features softened when he recognized me.

“Mr. Brian!” He shouted, lifting up his big hands before moving his right hand to his thick dark beard. His straight white teeth shining as his eyebrows raised in delight. His eyes roamed down over my body, taking me in before his smile turned into a grin and he cocked his head sideways. “You coming to work for us today dressed like that?”

I laughed, shoving my hands into my pockets and rocking nervously. “No, going to the gym after this stop.”

The older fat man walked away as Abe approached the counter. Without Sam next to him, Abe was an impressive looking man. His thick eyebrows frowned as he folded his massive arms onto the counter in front of him.

“Come work for us. We’ll give you a good workout.” He chuckled.

“I’m sure you would. I know how hard you work.”

He grinned back at me, rubbing his beard again in his hand. “We work very hard my friend. Very hard.” There was a slight pause before his eyebrows went up again and his voice changed. “I hope you are not hear to complain my friend.”

“Oh no!” I said holding up my hands and stepping up to the counter, resting my own muscular arms on it. I noticed Abe’s eyes look down as I did. “Not at all. Just here to pay off the rest of the invoice.” His eyes met mine. “And to seriously thank you for the work. It looks fantastic. I am so impressed with how it looks. You guys did a great job.”

“So you are here to pay and say thank you!” He beamed, slapping his hands down on the counter. I looked down at them. Large, manly looking. Dark hair splayed out nicely over his thick forearms. “Although, Sam said you already thanked him.”

My heart froze for a moment as I looked back up at him, but his eyes weren’t betraying anything more than the casual comment.

Catching my pause, Abe smiled wider. “Sam said you were so nice to let him use your facilities and you expressed your thanks to him.” He continued to smile at me, and I felt myself blushing.

“Oh. Yeah. I did. I mean, he did, yes. I thanked him.” My mind flashed to Sam pressing me up against the wall, and the way he smelled as he kissed me.

“If you are here to offer the same thanks, then I am very pleased.” Abe’s dark eyes seemed to widen and draw me in. His smile never wavered, and his hands flattened on the counter in front of us. I looked up to his face, his skin smooth, the coarse hairs of his thick beard adding to his strong features, the way his eyebrows hung over his eyes. But the look on his face was unmistakable.

I let my tongue come out of my mouth a bit and moisten my lips, wondering what was truly happening here. I turned around to make sure the older fat man was gone before I returned my gaze back to Abe’s. Without Sam next to him stealing the focus, Abe was a sexy man.

Just my type. Could I be this lucky?

“Well I am.” I said with a grin of my own. “And I want you to be as pleased as I am.” His grin remained. “More than willing to reward a man for hard work.”

This time Abe licked his lips, possible without even knowing he was doing so as he held my gaze. “Hardwood is my specialty, so I am happy to hear you are pleased. Satisfaction is important to me, as it is to Sam.” He leaned forward a bit. “And Sam did tell me you were very satisfied.”

My heart was thumping so hard I felt Abe could see it. I stood up straight, putting my hands in my pockets again and showing off my broad shoulders. I saw his eyes drift to down to my protruding pecs and he licked his lips again, like a hunter visualizing his prey.

“Definitely.” I cleared my throat and lowered my voice to match his, reading the cues. “So I’m here to clear the balance and make sure everything is paid off.”

One eyebrow raised on his olive toned face. “Paid off….” He mumbled, before he slapped his hands on the counter again lightly and stood up, pressing his waist into the counter, hiding his lower body from my view. His eyes scanned the empty counter and then looked up at me with that same grin. “I think your invoice is in the back. You could wait here, or help me look for it…?” He gave me an innocent look, letting his mouth hang open a bit, letting me see the plump full lips of his.

I shrugged my shoulders and gave a nod. “I can help. I got time.”

He sort of slid along the counter, holding a big arm up and pointing to the end for me to come around. He waited, before he put his hands in his pockets no doubt to hide the growing excitement he too was feeling after the loaded conversation.

I slipped around the counter as he turned, giving me a nice view of his beefy ass. Something about these guys and their asses were enough to drive me wild. Abe was a more stocky version, not quite as muscled and chiseled as Sam, nor as tall, but he was built in his own right. And I was already fantasizing about what was underneath his clothes.

Abe led me around a few doors, into a warehouse type area that was loaded with boxes and crates. At the far end was an open garage and I could see the van that they used when they came to my house. No one else was in sight.

Abe turned over his shoulder and smiled at me. “This way I think. No one else is here just yet. Sam and Kareem are meeting me for 8 to go to a job but it’s only…” He checked his watch and smiled, then looked back up at me. “There’s lots of time.”

I suddenly felt a bit shaky as I followed him further into the back, wondering what he could potentially do. I remembered the way he yelled Sam’s name (Bassam!). Full of authority and volume. But his muscled looking back, the width of his shoulders, and the curve of his ass kept me going. I wanted to see more.

He came to a back area completely hidden from view amongst tall shelves of long boxes of hardwood. There was a dead end wall at the back, and when I turned around, I couldn’t see any sign of the store, or the open garage door, or the van, or anyone. Abe just turned suddenly, stopping towards the end of the grey brick wall and faced me, hands still in his pockets. He lifted his head, showing off a thick neck as he removed a hand from his pocket and placed it over his bulge.

“I think I found your bill Mr. Brian.” He said softly, pulling the material of his pants to show me the outline of a very thick rod in his crotch.

I licked my lips again, looking down at the area, suddenly shy. “Oh yeah?” I said like a stupid kid, taunting him more.

“Yeah.” He said with a grin. “I could see you eyeing Bassam and knew why he stayed back.” His eyes roamed over my body. “He said he enjoyed you a lot. That you looked good against him.” With each word his calloused hands continued to massage his meat, making it grow in his pants, showing me the outline of his cock stretching upwards across his thigh. There was quite a package in his pants.

I swallowed hard, letting my eyes stay down on the large treat waiting for me. I wanted him to show me, to open his pants.

He backed up slowly. With each step he playfully stroked his meat, then lifted his shirt up a bit to show off a hard round belly, surprisingly smooth, above the button of his pants. I watched his thick fingers undo it, and slowly push down the zipper, until his back was against the wall. And then he showed me.

I heard the gasp and my mouth fell open at the thickness of his meat, surrounded by a dark trimmed bush of pubic hair. His cock was veiny, large with a big bulbous head, cut and waiting for my attention.

“Look how hard you make me Mr. Brian.” He said quietly, pulling at his own piece, lifting his big balls out of his pants to hang over top. I was at him in a flash.

On my knees I went right down and took him straight in, tasting the freshly showered man, the feeling of his pubes on my face as I went right down. He was thick, but not overly huge so I could easily deep throat the man. His rough hand came on the back of my neck as he fed me his dick, my hands moving to his covered thighs to feel the thickness of him at my touch as I gagged on the girth of his meat.

“Oh yes take it.” He murmured above me, gently holding my head as I began to bob up and down on him, slurping on that veiny cock like a hungry baby. He tasted amazing, drops of pre-cum coating my tongue as I throated him. I grabbed the base, amazed at the size of it, my fingers barely touching wrapped around it and licked it from tip to base and then back up again, squeezing that big head to see more liquid emerge before I hungrily swallowed it whole again.

He stood there against the wall letting me blow him, oblivious to the fact that this was his work place, or that I was a married customer. I didn’t care either. Until he pushed me away and lifted his shirt off, tossing it to the side.

He was thick and stocky, and a sight to see. I was surprised to see his how fit he was. Just the roundness of his stomach was the only flaw, but even that looked fucking sexy on him. And he was smooth all over, save for the area around that mean looking cock.

He grabbed me and steered me to the wall, pushing me lightly into the cold brick with one hand as his other pulled at my shorts.

“Nice.” He said when he saw my white jock strap. I could feel the air hit my bare cheeks, and then a thick rough finger running down one side of me, into my crack, and digging for my hole.

I gasped as he found it, forcing a finger straight into me before his body pressed behind me.

“You want more wood Mr. Brian?” He said as he replaced his finger with that bulbous cockhead of his. I felt him pushing, not waiting, not adding any lube or anything, his thick pecs suddenly digging into my shoulder blade.

“I need spit first.” I turned to him, feeling his beard at my neck. He obliged right away, letting a thick wad drop straight down onto his shaft. With his thumb he rubbed it in and then rammed it forward into my dark crevice.

I gritted my teeth and found myself pushing backwards, wanting this Arab man suddenly. With only a bit of resistance, I saw stars and let out a moan as he plunged into me, those hairs around the base of him tickling my backside as his hands clamped around my throat.

He started to fuck without any mercy. Holding my head by the throat, trapped against the wall, this big solid brute just started to plow me. Hard. No words. No sounds. No tender kisses. Just one rough hard pounding against a brick wall.

As I turned to see his furrowed brow, the determination on his face, the tightening of his lips as he concentrated in fucking me, I realized that I was loving this sensation.

“Oh my god fuck me!” I heard my voice moan out in between slapping sounds of his body connecting with mine.

“Your god is not fucking you. I am.” He grunted, leaning into my ear. “And you’ll remember it.”

I grunted with him as he reached into the front of my shorts and found my thick rod already swollen with blood. He fisted it and jerked it as he matched his own rhythm. I pushed my ass backwards to take him deeper, giving him a better angle. He released my neck and grabbed my hair, yanking my head down so my chin went up in the air.

“Yes!” I whispered. “Oh fuck yes!”

He growled and bit my shoulder. “Who’s fucking you?”

“You are.” I snapped back.

“Say my name.” He snarled into me.

“Abe. Fuck me Abe!” I heard him groan and pick up the speed, letting go of my hair to grab my waist with both hands to really give it to me. Relentlessly, he fucked me hard, rabbit punching my guts, not caring if it was too rough. He fucked me like a beast.

I grabbed my own cock, feeling the surge of cum rising to the surface at this drilling. He was hitting all the spots in me and I wasn’t going to last long. Neither was he at this rate.

I turned sideways, letting my head rest on my forearm above me as I jerked. I could see his face near my neck, see his eyes watching his own cock pummel my ass, see the grin on him as he watched. Until he looked up at me, watching him.

He gave a little nod. “Want me to shoot inside you like Sam did?”

“Yes!” I begged, feeling the point of no return in my balls. He went up on his toes and drilled me harder, making me explode as he did. Cum shot out of my cock and hit the brick wall in front of me, rope after rope as he kept going. Until he too felt it rising and went up inside me deeper, faster and forced me into the wall to unload inside me. I still had my cock in my grip, still letting drops escape as he grunted out loud and let all of his juices flood my insides.

I knew when he was done because he gave one last deep thrust and then pulled back suddenly, leaving me gaping and lonely.

I turned back to see him admiring the view, looking at my ass as I clenched myself shut to keep him all inside me.

“Don’t move.” He said, pulling his pants back up over his thighs and tucking his deflating cock inside. He stepped around the corner and disappeared from sight, leaving me suddenly scared in this vulnerable position.

But when I saw Sam rounding the corner, all 6’5” of his powerful frame approaching,  already undoing his pants, I didn’t feel so vulnerable after all.

I felt even hungrier.

The Jacuzzi Bubbles

I spent a long while showing him round my house and as he saw everything, he asked me.

-Shall we take our clothes off now?

-Wait, Gwyn, you horny boy. I see you have become a second horndog, lol.

Finally I took him to the end of the patio, where I had built a rudimentary sauna. And I also had a modest Jacuzzi there. I started it and the bubbles began boiling.

-Now we can strip and have a bath in here.

He was really fast to strip again as if clearly telling me: “oh, Devin, with you it’s an increasing need for me to be constantly naked next to you”

I was entering the Jacuzzi, one foot in the Jacuzzi step but still not in when he seized the opportunity to surprise me giving me a new blowjob. As if he knew what I was gonna say and of course it was that I’d give him a blowjob next, he told me that I could do it later when we entered the sauna, but first we could have a long relaxing bath in the Jacuzzi.

The Jacuzzi bubbles splashed all around his naked body and I still hadn’t entered when his tongue continued its magic journey once again in his favourite landscape now, my hard cock.

So hot to be splattered by hot water bubbles as you’re being blown. It was the first time someone sucked my cock in the Jacuzzi and the rhythm of his tongue danced to the rhythm of the bubbles, my balls also creating new bubbles that soon would fill his stomach. I already knew he wanted to drink my jizz but even so I warned him that I was cumming and again he drank every drop.

Now I did really enter the Jacuzzi, and soon saw that new horndog, Gwyn, started to touch me all over and to kiss me fondly again. So we were at it one more time, kissing and touching and I was so hard again that I could even cum, but I didn’t see it coming. He’d sucked my cock earlier so it could resist longer in the next move he had intended and I never suspected. All I know is that suddenly I found that perfect bum deep in my dick. Gwyn shouted.

-Now my horndog Devin is to fuck his other horndog, as you’ve just named me. Do it, Devin, have no fears and fuck me.

So my dick was incredibly inside Gwyn’s butt, something I could never have expected, but he just told me.

-For the first time in my life, Devin, I’ve found somebody who likes me and desires having sex with me. I want… well, I don’t know what I want, but let’s say I had to also give you my ass in case you wanted to go deeper with me.

-What do you mean deeper, Gwyn? –I asked really going deeper with my dick and so far astonished that he wasn’t complaining or crying.

-I mean as deep as you wanna go with me, Devin. Now I really love it with a boy. Even your dick now is giving me fun.

-You mean us sleeping together every day, us having sex every day, starting a couple? What do you mean?

-Even a couple would be ok with you, Devin. That’s why I’m telling you: go with me as deep as you wanna go.

-But what about the pain, Gwyn?

-I know I should be feeling pain but I so much like sex with such an attractive boy that I’m feeling no pain.

-Gwyn, is it that you love me?

-How can I know, Devin? I’ve never been in love so far, but the fact that I could get engaged to a boy now does not stop me.

-Oh, you sexy Gwyn. You’ve given me everything, you’re still doing it! You deserve not only the fun of sex, but also the fun of love. And I tell you that falling in love with you is very likely now. So ok –I said approaching his lips and merging with him in a kiss of real passion-, we can even try.

And just then I came up his ass and he started sobbing and crying his eyes out.

-Is it love, Gwyn? What’s happening to you? Why are you crying?

-I think it’s love, Devin.

-Hush, don’t cry anymore, you sexy boy, my love, and yes I say my love. I lied to you before. I don’t know the exact moment I fell in love with you, but it was some time ago, I think. Now we can try, but you also have to fuck me.

-Let’s chill out a bit in the Jacuzzi, my love and if you want I’ll fuck you later in the sauna.

-Really good, Gwyn –and just then we spent there twenty minutes now. I knew the time would soon come when that hot boy would fuck me, but I was in no hurry and so far I delighted in watching his loving eyes, in touching everything of his perfect skin, the same he was doing to me. We talked a bit to reinforce our newly born couple and he added he had no problem in everyone knowing what we were now. We even said that we could live after now here, in my house, cozier and with a wonderful Jacuzzi and a beautiful sauna. The Jacuzzi bubbles were again a baptismal font for both.

Finally we left that place and headed to the nearby sauna. I was greedy for Gwyn to fuck me now.

So I just lied on a large wooden bench on my chest showing Gwyn the ass I wanted pierced at last.

I was smelling the wood and the sauna temperature was perfectly adjusted when at last I felt my love, now I can call him my love, driving his hot dick up my butt.

 

-You have a perfect bubble butt, my love.

-It’s yours to fuck, Gwyn.

-The biggest surprise of my life has been meeting you, Devin, and knowing that not only you’ve never lost your lust for me but it’s been increasing and finally it’s turned into love. And with you I’ve finally known myself and know that what my heart needs is the sweetness, the lust and the affection you granted me. I’m glad my heart wasn’t stupid and did what it had to do: meet yours, and here we are with joined hearts and souls.

-And your dick melts in my ass and my dick melts in yours, Gwyn, my love.

-I smell wood for of course you’re still my forest ranger, that’s the affectionate nickname I’ll use for you after now.

-And you’re my buddy ranger, Gwyn.

-Wood surrounds us and now my dick is again litter and water, wanting to extinguish a fire that can never be extinguished, that will never be extinguished between you and me. Here’s my hose crazy again pouring fire into you, aaahhhggg!

We’d done it; we’d fucked each other and even fallen in love. The rest of that afternoon we spent in the sauna and even had more sex for he never got tired of sex with me and had really become another horndog.

We rustled a salad for our first night living together and finally went really in love to share our sheets.

Thus we started living together and all our workmates, waiters and sweepers know of our love and congratulate us. Gwyn is never affected by cold, but we have stopped having sex in the pipe up here in the ski resort, but we both have long sex battles at home later when we finish work. I’m still his ranger after some years have passed and he’s my buddy ranger. A sexy boy, sexier than he thought about himself but finally persuaded that he’s the sexiest man in the world for me.

And our mouths and hands can never be quiet and on cold winter nights, covered in blankets near a fire, we’re always at it.

 “We church boys got a little freak in us, too, Brother Hercules,” preached Brother Willie C. Ammons of New Springfield Baptist Church sternly between deep intakes of foot funk from out of one of my size thirteen Stacy Adams dress shoes.

I still can’t wrap my head around it nor can I stress it out again:

Church was the last place on earth I ever suspected a grown-ass man like myself to be snatched up from.

It wasn’t being taken like some weak little punk that got my goat. Logic dictates that the best way to capture your prey is to get them at their most vulnerable. The mere fact ‘em church boys were the ones that pulled this shit off is what really got me! Religious goody two-shoes who drop to their knees in the name of Christ? Really?!?!

There I was minding my own freakin’ business and standing on my own two big black feet next to my wife and kids after another long-ass long-winded Wednesday night Bible Study when a couple of the brothers skillfully interposed me from my family with a generous invitation out to dinner. I was hesitant to go, but my born-again bride insisted on it, telling me I needed to stop being a loner caught between two worlds and walk with the brothers in the straight and narrow with God.

I was new to this whole church thing after spending the first thirty-eight years of my life bathing in hedonism. Old habits die hard. I started out way back in my late teens living off of gorgeous sugar mamas with low self-esteem and for kicks prowled the streets of New Medina taking the plump asses of some poor queer just ‘cause I could–and get away with it. Who in the hell was going to complain looking as phyne as I do? See, I don’t think I’m a big sexy motherfucker. It’s a fact! Standing here at six-three, two hundred and thirty pounds of rock-solid muscle with a shiny coal black dome and a menacing scowl across an otherwise strikingly handsome face.

It wasn’t only within the last year after the mother of three of my kids threatened to go after me for child support did I come around and get right. I may have married the bitch for all the wrong reasons, but I quickly grew fond of being her husband and a stable father to my kids and, in the meantime, tried to heed some wisdom by trying to stay on the straight and narrow by attending church with the family.

I already knew going in they weren’t the kind of people I was used to associating with anyway. I accepted and embraced I was going in being the oddball out of this small tight-knit group. I was just blown out the water to find out that practically every man in the congregation over the age of twenty-eight was a professional black man of some sort. Doctors, lawyers, accountants, bankers, policemen, firemen, teachers, athletes, retired athletes turned successful entrepreneurs and the like. It was the gamut of successful career-oriented men. And here I was, a man who spent the better part of my life coasting off my good looks, now getting my balls scratchy and sweaty as a shade-tree mechanic hauling junk on the side trying to cut a decent living for me and my line.

So I took one look at these straight-laced churchgoers and knew they secretly thought they were better than me with their big fine houses and fancy late-model cars. So I said forget it. I needed to work on getting the family thing right.

You know how the missus is. A wayward glance at one fine booty ho walking down the aisle and she’s trying to keep her man in check. And because my wife wasn’t stupid enough to believe she was going to always keep me at home, she was sneaky enough to try and steer me towards a new brand of associates, which she could always check in on as to always know my whereabouts.

“We can’t be that bad for a modest guy like you not to want to hang out with a bunch of boring Christian brothers like us, can we Brother Hercules?” asked Brother James Stallworth, a man of medium height and formidable jaw, after he peeled me away from my beautiful wife taking off with my kids in our rusty dusty pickup truck.

I didn’t appreciate the brother putting his arms around my shoulders. I let it go for the sake of argument, seeing he was my ride home from this late-night feast.

The last thing I remember wholly before my evening took its “interesting” turn was getting in the passenger seat of his car. Before I could even make myself comfortable, this mysterious hand appeared reaching around my head and held a faintly damp cloth over my mouth and nose.

“He’s coming to,” another voice reached over my shoulder to someone else behind me, out of sight, followed by another hard familiar sniff of dress shoe in the dark room lit by a single bulb over my head. “Man, do you know you got some sweet-smelling feet!”

“Um-hmmm,” Brother Willie hummed out-sniffing the other man. “Just the right blend of genuine leather and foot funk. It should be bottled up and made into some kind of cologne.”

Even though I was wide awake and free to move my mouth, I couldn’t respond. I was too busy biting my bottom lip trying to make sense of the inconceivable sensation, this knowing at the bottom of my feet. It was ticklish yes, but it was something else behind it, too. Something much more salacious as the spot behind my ball sac and in front of my asshole speckled quietly with this ecstatic energy I never felt before.

I wanted to ride this new feeling, give into it, and see what became of it. I quickly found my senses to overcome it looking down at my right leg stretched out under this man in a fedora with his arm around my knee slow stroking his long skinny dick while his other hand made nice with my foot at the bottom of my thin black church socks. I wanted to do everything in my power to tell him to stop but found the bottom of my other foot was also a victim to a similar assault. Except this other guy, who was also in a fedora, was leaning back with his squat dick in hand smothering his face against the arch of my foot.

I went to go swat them off just to find my wrists were bound to the ceiling above by this thick waxy white rope. I was free to kick from my seat on the rocking stool, but with one man having my legs on lock and another having such a sturdy grip on the back of my heel, it proved not to do much good.

“You’re not enjoying the pleasure of our company, Brother Hercules?” Brother James, my ride, asked timidly, turning his head to show his face behind the hat down my right leg.

I stopped shy of bursting with laughter and grumbled a groan as he steadily worked on my foot even more, managing to find the even keel to ask, “What the fuck kind of freakin’ freak show is this?!”

“Now, now, Brother Hercules,” the shoe-sniffing voice from over my shoulder spoke again. “There’s absolutely no need to use that kind of language in the House of the Lord.”

I was about to say more when I felt his strong, well-worked hand come over the collar of my unbuttoned dress shirt and undone tie to my exposed wife beater. He then stopped to make a grab for my beefy left pec before moving his hand over to my nipple.

With the flurry of sensitive nerves surging through my body with these bags of sensual feelings to boot, my breathing grew shallower knowing one hard tug of my tit tips could send me over the edge. I was just about cool in playing into their little sadistic game when I felt his hard dick charge against my back.

“Get your fucking hands off!” I screamed involuntarily.

The guy worked on my left foot with his face swiftly mashed the back of my Achilles tendon to the point that a small yelp escaped through my lips.

“What did the brother just finish telling you about using that bad language up in here, Brother Hercules?” The brother barked annoyed.

“I want him to get off of me!” I gritted through my teeth like a little boy put in his place.

He let go of the back of my ankle barely accepting that as my apology as he then decided to nibble at the sole of my foot nearest the toes.

The man behind me with his hand over my left pec quickly moved his fingers to play over my left nipple and squeezed it to the point it felt like a bead of cum jumped out of the end.

“Ohhhhhhrrrrrrrrrr, you shit!” I screamed venomously after the man twisted my nipple even harder.

The man on my left foot was ready to get on me about my cussing again before the man torturing me from behind spoke up. “Don’t worry about Brother Hercules here, Brother George. Back in my player days, I dealt with a number of nonbelievers that needed Lucifer cast out of them. This young buck ain’t much different.”

Young buck, I thought. The men scattered around me were roughly my age give or take a few years, so it would’ve been a stretch for any of them to call me a young buck at thirty-nine without some significant age on me.

“That doesn’t mean I suppose to like it, Brother Lee.” Brother George expressed in anger.

Brother Lee? Of course, it would be Brother Lee. I shook in both comfort and fear.

Behind being a legendary basketball player from back in the ‘60s and ‘70s turned community business leader with his fleet of car dealerships today, the upstanding sixty-two-year-old grandfather was the wingman next to Brother James in encouraging my wife to let me run off with them for the evening.

In fact, I was almost certain he was the one that sealed the deal for my naïve bride. Why wouldn’t he? He, too, was a hard ass back in his heyday, with his exploits of multiple orgies and drug binges making the paper before the days of the looming paparazzi. He turned his life around after turning it over to God. As a reward, he looked better than ever in his muscled-out frame donned in crashing waves of black and silver strands.

Brother Lee wasn’t going to risk his good fortune on a street runt like me, was something to the effect my wife must’ve thought when she let me go off with these church freaks. And with him vowing to keep me out of trouble and assuring her once again that he was on a mission to keep me on the straight and narrow was all the reassurance she needed.

“Just think about the bigger picture here, Brother George,” Brother Lee commanded, giving another jolting turn to my nipples that almost made me yelp out. “We’re here to convert the nonbelievers.”

Ultimately, Brother George got back to his nibbling duties on my left foot while his podiatry pal Brother James never missed a beat finding one ticklish spot after another against the bottom of my sole.

Oh, how I fought the urge to give in for about twenty-minutes. But it was hard not to crumble underneath the increased tickling and the extraordinary fingers of Brother Lee going back and forth twisting and pulling on both my poor nipples.

“Yeah, just let it out, son,” Brother Lee commented after some time against my moaning like a little punk. “It’s not shame in giving yourself to your fellow brother in Christ, Brother Hercules.”

I didn’t know what to make of the last statement. I just went with it.

Like I said before it was hard not to give in. Especially with everybody so highly content with what they were doing I thought it was just hot having them tie me down and take joy in the pleasure they were doling out to me.

“Ohhhh, m-m-man, w-w-hat’re-re f-f-f-fff you-u-u do-ing-g-g-g to me? You-r-r drivin-g me crazy-y-y with this sh-sh-sh…OHHHH!” I shuddered between euphoric heaves. I was raining in sweat fifteen minutes after the fact, once again riding this ecstatic energy now throbbing between my legs.

“I see it took a little less than an hour to break down our newest brother.” An anonymous voice lured from the dark corner with heavy footsteps.

In my heavenly bliss, I wrestled with the fact there had to be at least six other men around me: Brother James and Brother George working on my feet. Brother Willie singing sweet melody snorting the funk out of one shoe while Brother Lee pulled double duty shoe-sniffing the other Stacy Adams and tweaking my nipples with abandon with two other brothers behind him also sniffing shoes and socks like crackheads sniffing lines.

Where exactly this other man came into play or even entered the room completely baffled me. I wasn’t too worried, though, assuming he was a foot freak, too. And with one or the other bound to bust a nutt playing with my feet, I just assumed he was going to take over where the other one left off.

The mysterious man kept on fooling around behind the shadows before I saw the end of his dick jut into the light. For some odd reason, looking at another dick made me pay attention to my own. Because my hands were bound to the ceiling above, my head was lost in this tailspin of these foot fetish freaks and this weird thing going on at the seat of my pants, it didn’t even occur to me to look down, where I found my own vein-popping dick straining out of my opened fly with dribbles of nutt juice making its way down to my balls.

I knew this because once I was made aware that my dick was out in the open, I felt the coolness of the room and saw the cinderblocks that made the basement with crosses and church junk scattered about the darkness.

These freaks got me in the basement of the church!

I wasn’t so much alarmed by that as soon as I was pushed over the edge that one of those married down low freaks unzipped me. When did this happen? What did they do after it was done? Was that why I had these sensations with my prostate?

I was more than ready to go off on this motherfucker before me knowing everyone else was content with my size thirteen feet in one form or another. Even without seeing his face, I knew he was the oddball out, wanting a bit more from me than anything else.

“Who are you?” I asked angrily with his hard riled pork tenderloin-looking dick staring back at me.

The man slowly emerged from the dark shirtless with his dick hanging out of his dress pants. Even with his dress shoes on, he appeared much shorter than I expected with a goatee hanging long off his chin. Minus the short-trimmed beard, he looked mildly familiar. Not like from the congregation, but from someone I knew from time gone by.

“Why Brother Hercules, I’m glad you’ve decided to join us tonight.” He said with his hung and bass voice failing to match his sinewy redbone frame.

“It wasn’t like I had much of a choice, now did I?” I growled.

“Don’t you now, Brother Hercules?” He said plying tongue-and-cheek.

“Very funny, what the hell do you want?” I demanded, and after I got the words out I saw it was the choir director, Brother Quentin Stevens.

I had never seen the man up close before, only just behind the pulpit in his room with his back turned to the audience directing the group of wannabe crooners.

“Why in the hell you and your dick looking at me like that?”

“Brother Hercules, you know that a very phyne-looking brother like you have always excited me so.”

For about a brief second, something clicked in my head. I had dealt with Brother Quentin before this moment. I just couldn’t think of where or when or why?

 

“Always?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve poked around so much with that big ol’ thing that you can’t remember where you’ve poked it before.”

I looked Brother Stevens over again, coming out of his shoes with someone else creeping out the corner to retrieve them to start inhaling them as well.

“Let me give you a hint: Think back ten years ago to that house on the lake, under the deck.”

I thought back, but nothing came to mind. Then as I was about to ask him to be more specific, those old memories came flooding back.

Sweet piece of ass, I remembered well.

He was the first and the last piece of ass I ever spent money on solely for the purpose of sex. Of course, that was after I tagged that ass a couple of more times. He fattened my pockets in spades.

I got my hands on him just before his nineteenth birthday off the chat line. He was one of those frustrated virgins desperate to get his first fitting of dick. So, I gave it to him with the mistake of giving him my cell phone number whenever he needed another sexual fix. Like most young bucks with their noses wide open, he took it to mean I was his man. Maintaining my chill through his incessant calling, I thought I would push the envelope by soliciting him as the bottom for a couple of threesomes and foursomes I had in mind. In which he served.

With my then-girlfriend away on a long business trip, I got a hold of her credit card, took out a cash advance and transferred the money over to my account, and later went on an online shopping spree at this local leather store where I bought these matching sets of hand and ankle restraints. I honestly had no particular deviant plan in mind when I ordered other than I thought they looked cool. However, one lonely weekend at the lake house with a then-short and stout nineteen-year-old boy who didn’t know how to take a hint I got him in the restraints and hung him upside down on the underside of the deck. And with the help of a few paying “friends” and a few jars of Vaseline, we just decided to have a little fun that last a bit shy of seventy-two hours.

The blubbering bitch acted like he didn’t want it at first, squealing and crying like someone stole his toy. But he got into it after I opened him up real good. He loved getting his ass plowed so much he had the time of his life holding back all the nutt draining out of his gapping little butthole.

I almost forgot about the spider gag we slapped in his mouth and started face-fucking the poor sap like it was before we got the brilliant idea of using his mouth like a urinal, so we didn’t have to miss our turn using his ass.

“You know why you’re here, right?” Brother Quentin asked, much more muscular and leaner than the plump teenager that got fucked silly those years ago.

“I guess it’s my turn, huh?” I asked more like a man, more than ready to repent for my sins of yesteryears as I tried to suppress this need to laugh.

I wasn’t in the business of getting my shit pushed back in, but I quickly understood this wasn’t my revenge as it was his, and I’d be damn to apologize for helping him find his way to these freaks around me.

“No, my brother, I’ve turned the other cheek because you and I have found our paths to this place. Even though, I still have to live with the remnants of that weekend.”

He stepped out of his pants to reveal a harness in the place where his underwear should have been. When he went to take it off, a long slender butt plug with several different ridges was exposed.

“Damn,” I mouthed through the need to laugh with my feet becoming most sensitive with every touch through the socks.

“You see, Brother Hercules,” Brother Quentin said approaching me. “You’re right about what you said to me about our first night together.”

I wanted to ask what that was, but I was sure that he was going to tell me.

“Once a boy like me gets a taste of some good hard dick and some sweet cum,” Brother Quentin said, taking his finger against my runny dick and putting its gooey contents in his mouth. “We’ll come back for it again and again.”

“If you wanted some dick all you had to do was ask.”

“And what, let you invite your so-called friends over when I can easily have the backs of my brothers here that are equally as fond of your phyne ass as I am?”

I had to give Brother Quentin his credit, he was right. The “friends” I got to fuck him were just some horny bums I picked off the chat line whereas his brothers were the crème de la crème of the community.

“Well, then, I know you see a hard dick in front of you, so why don’t you get on your knees and do something about it?”

“Oh, Brother Hercules,” he smiled after he kissed me on the corner of my lips. “I see you’re still trying to run the show.”

I must say I was still a hair confused. I didn’t have time to form a question before Brother James stopped with my right foot and reached over to my chest and snatched the tie from around my collar.

“Oh, yeah,” he puffed. “I’m about to blow this nutt!”

A few seconds later, Brother James gave out this loud grunt and shot this super sperm that leapt in the air over to where his bare feet were tucked nearby. Brother James then proceeded to use my tie to wipe away the cum dripping onto his hand and the bit that got on his feet and dress pants.

“Hey! That’s a tie from the Donald Trump Collection!” I snapped a bit teed. A nice little payday gone down the drain.

“I’ll get you a new one, you crybaby,” he said, discarding my tie and my foot and the leg it was attached to like a used toilet tissue and got up from his seat on the floor. “I’ll be upstairs, if you need me.”

With my ride making his exit, Brother George over there nibbling on my left foot, stopped with the foot play, too. He reached up for my calf, pulled off my sock, and with his firm grip steady on my foot decided that his hand wasn’t enough and decided to put his dick between my big toe and second toe and started fucking the opening like it was pussy.

“Don’t you dare, fuck,” I growled, listening to him grunt like he was about to come.

“What I tell you about all that cussing up in here, Brother Hercules?” Brother George asked going for the back of my heel again.

My toes were getting sore the way he was forcing them apart with his stubby little monster. I was just used to his velvety skin against my sandpaper feet when Brother Lee tossed Brother Willie my other shoe and started twirling both nipples simultaneously.

“Oh, what the hell are you trying to do to me?” I asked of Brother Lee looking Brother Quentin in the eyes, leaking with more nutt.

“Don’t you know by now, Brother Hercules? Brother Lee said it best earlier. We’re making sure you give of yourself to your fellow brothers.”

I still wasn’t quite following. Then I felt the swelling of a dick between my toes and heard the gripe of a mad man before I felt the hot cream singed the front of my leg and the top of my foot.

“Oh, that’s just disgusting!” I mouthed, feeling like some used piece of foot-ass left to do the walk of shame.

I had just barely a second to sulk in my revulsion before Brother Quentin grabbed my pants leg and shucked them off me.

“What?” I said, believing Brother Quentin when he said he had turned the other cheek.

Brother Lee worked on my nipples once more causing another surge of pleasurable jolts from there, and when I came back to, I found a warm mouth suckling on my dick.

Brother Quentin teased me playfully by running his long tongue and full lips up and down the length of my shaft, and soon hungrily went for it. He proved himself a little too eager in the beginning, trying to take down the entire length with no thoughts to his gag reflexes. He had to keep them in check a few times over. Overall, however, he turned out to be a great cocksucker. No teeth whatsoever, scraping the sides of my fat dick along with the rare ability to breathe through his nose with no need to disengage. I felt my balls working overtime aching to unleash, but I wasn’t ready. Not ready. Not yet.

As I thought my evening couldn’t take any more of an usual turn, Brother Willie still sniffing my shoe came to the side of me and decided my pubes were the best place to squirt his load. It burned like hot hell. I was getting ready to cuss him out when he quickly did the oddest thing. Instead of getting his gunk off me, he got some kind of cloth and wiped down the foot Brother George came on and slid my sock and shoe back on, winking at me to keep on making that sweet foot funk of mine. This, all the while the other two men came simultaneously.

“Leave me be with the young brother.” Brother Lee warned those three, leaving Brother Quentin working on my dick.

They went upstairs. Probably no later than five seconds, I felt the hard dick charging against my back make its way over to my side before I saw it jutting out underneath my arm. For the first time since everything got started I got scared, even more when Brother Lee decided to climb up on the rungs of my stool to present his foreskin dick in my face. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what he wanted. I called it “blasphemous” citing we were in the “House of the Lord” where he wanted me to perform this “vile” act.

“I don’t know about you, Brother Hercules, but I like to freak my woman in bed. We ain’t lying down to do this.” Brother Lee growled, slapping my face with his hefty dick underneath his big belly. “It’s called respecting your Christian elder, brother…just like I’m respectin’ you.” He said taking a hard sniff of my other shoe again then shoving it under my nose.

I was reluctant to do such a thing. It was my feet. I knew what they smelled like, but after awhile of holding my breath, I was desperate for air. Even though it smelt like leather and socked feet to me, my foot funk wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t all that great either, but it wasn’t all that bad.

“Inhale deep,” Brother Lee mouthed jerking his dick. After I obliged him, he took the shoe under his nose.

He switched from me to him to me and back again before he put it back under his nose, rubbing his precummy dick on my lips and spewed a deluge on the side of my neck.

It burned hot like fuck, which sent a major jolt down my spine to my penis engulfed in the warm mouth taking care of it.

“Ohhh, you Bible-humpin’ mofos! I hate you! I-I hate you!! I-I-I h-h-hate all yyyooouuuuu no good mmmoooffffooosss!!! Ahhhh!” I groaned sucking my teeth and grunted fervently as I felt this heavily experience wash over me casting out all my demons and I shot a bucket of cum into Brother Quentin’s ready mouth, soulfully swallowing every drop.

I passed out immediately thereafter, drained of all of my common and uncommon senses.

When I came back to, I was laid out in front of my house on the swing under the porch light cleaned and dressed. As I made it over to the front door, I found myself quite excited about the Sunday coming up because I was ready to let the church say amen!

Author’s Note: This story was greatly inspired by a commissioned piece drawing by Belasco (the finished piece posted Tues. May 16 2006, http://www.belasco-comix.com/2006_05_14_archive.html with an earlier sketch found on Sat. May 13 2006 on the same site)

It was the beginning of summer vacation for the college football player Brandon hawking. Brandon was the teams top receiver for the last season racking up many touchdowns and yards, even beating the school passing record. His family had planned to go out of the country for the summer to just get out of their small town in California. After he got off of work Brandon grabbed his keys from his pocket and unlocked the red door that led into the living part of his house, placing the keys and his wallet into a bin that was used for the families keys and wallets. After taking his white vans off and putting them in the grey shoe rack in the living room, Brandon brushed his light brown hair to the side and out of his face as he made his way to the kitchen searching for snacks since he forgot to pack a lunch for work. Brandon decided to just make a PB&J sandwich. Brandon is built pretty well, with decent size pecs and muscular biceps he was a hit with the ladies at school and in public. He didn’t mind the fame he had gathered though. 

Today was Brandon’s Friday, the beginning of his 4 day weekend, the weekend to relax at the house alone for the first time in a while. After making his snack Brandon went to the living room and grabbed the remote, turning on the t.v where a football game was on. watching it brandon sat down and put his feet up as he munched away at his food leaving no crumbs behind. 

As Brandon relaxed in the living room a dark van pulled up in front of the house. Inside of the van, Daniel Ruskman sat staring at the house, scanning the outside. He noted that there was only one car in the driveway and it has been all week since Daniel had spied this house out for a while. pulling his notebook out daniel wrote down the address and everything he saw his next plan was to park his van in the driveway blocking the red honda civic so if the person inside escaped they wouldn’t be able to use their car.

the van came in silently before daniel placed it in park and stepping out. with him daniel brought a bag out with him that was located on the passenger seat. Looking around he made sure no one saw him or his blacked out van in the driveway. The coast is clear. He began to move his way through a garage door, pulling the handle Daniel hoped that there wasn’t an alarm or for it to be locked; however luck was on his side and the door opened with no problem. After a small celebration Daniel made his way through the door and quietly shut behind him, being as quiet as possible. Once successfully in, Daniel made his way over the tiled floor of the kitchen, poking his head around the corner to see the back of a male’s head watching tv. This made Daniel happy, he pulled a fake gun from his waist and slowly walked behind the male, pressing the gun to his head causing the male to freeze “now, don’t move” daniel started “do as i say and no one gets hurt. capish?” he said with a smile, in response brandon nodded “ah good” daniel said looking brandon over ” get on the ground” daniel said. brandon was to scared to move so daniel pushed him over causing brandon to fall face first on the red carpeted floor. quickly daniel grabbed the rope from his blue bag and began to tie brandons wrist together tightly so there wouldn’t be any freedom “d-dont hurt me i can give you money-uh-so much money” brandon said in a scared tone. that just made daniel chuckle “you think you can bribe your way through this shit huh, ah you hunks are always something he said before placing a rag on brandon’s face “MPPPFF-” Brandon fought before just passing out. Daniel stared at the male for a few moments before picking him up over his shoulders and carried him out of the garage door then looking around. He was in the clear, quickly he tied Brandon’s feet to secure him in case he woke up.

After making it to a building away from the city Daniel dragged brandons lifeless body into the dark room, throwing Brandon on the bed located in the middle of the room. Without hesitation he went to work securing brandons hands and feet to the bed’s metal frame. Soon after Brandon woke up his eyes fluttered open with a groan, he had hoped that it had been a really bad dream. However the dream became real when he tried moving his hands but they were cross tied above his head connected to the bed, same with his feet. brandon began to shake to try to get out of his current situation when he heard in the darkened room a door slowly creak open. Brandons eyes widened and he began to shake in his restraints as the figure made his way toward him with a chuckle “mm you football players know how to work out huh” reaching hand up and dragging his hands down brandons bicep causing brandon to tremble “Let me go asshole, people will notice im gone and-and you’d be put away forever!” he yelled, some drool falling off his bottom lip and slowly dribbling to his chin. The dark room fell silent again with the two men looking at each other. With his creepy smile he put his hand on the waist of brandon’s jeans and slid down the pocket where the outline of brandon’s phone laid. Looking down Brandon let out a sigh watching Daniel pull out his red phone “p-put that away” he pleaded with daniel. “You’ve lost the privilege to have an opinion, you’re mine now” daniel said, licking his lips as he turned brandon’s phone off and threw it behind him with the sound of the phone’s screen shattering behind him. ‘Im his?’ those words sank into his thoughts causing him to freak out more, yanking his hands down and squirming his lower half trying anything to get out of his restraints but to no avail all he could do is sweat and endure what daniel had planned.

Licking his lips daniel looking up and down brandons body before starting at the top “i don’t think you’d be needing this” daniel stated grabbed a pocket knife in one hand and with the other grabbing ahold of brandons t-shirt, slowly daniel began to tears brandons white shirt till it was ripped to shreds leaving him shirtless. The sight of the brandons nicely built body was in view of daniel who went up to brandons pecs and squeezing them causing brandon to let out a soft moan as well as a groan. “I still think your over dressed for this occasion daniel said as they both looked at brandons tight blue jeans and his black belt that was wrapped around it “n-no let me out i wont tell a soul please- ughhh” his words interrupted by two small vibrators that was taped onto brandons nipples causing his face to reddened and as tent to arouse in the front of his jeans, After turning the toys on daniel made his way to the belt, unlooping the strap through the golden cowboy buckle and stripping it off of brandon’s body. With no hesitation daniel hooked his thumbs through the belt loops of his pants and slide them to bellow brandons knees revealing a dark blue jock strap with his bulging crotch sticking up. “And this entire time i thought you were a straight man” daniel said sarcastically, “i am” is all that brandon could muster as the vibration got stronger making his head tilt backwards. By this time a wet stop appeared on the front of the jockstrap. Daniel looked at brandons red face then the jock strap, “is he ready to see me? Oh wait i dont care’ smiling as he slid his hand under the cloth of the jock to feel the throbbing cock of brandon. “L-let me go” he said trying to act tough but was failing as his breathes got deeper. Daniel stroked his hand up and down brandon’s dick feeling brandon’s body tremble at every stroke.