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  • The Suck-Rim-Fuck-Felch Symphony

    Hector is a hard-working guy in the lumber industry in northern Ontario, Canada. He is the father of three sons: Luke, 22; William, 19; Stanley, 16. One evening. Stanley invites his classmate Terry to help him prepare an Algebra exam. In the middle of the night, Hector goes to the bathroom, and hears some moaning sounds coming from Stanley’s room. He opens the door and sees him sucking his friend’s cock. Hector yells out to Terry: “Get the hell out of here, you damn pervert! I never want to see you again in this house.” Pulling up his underwear and jeans, the teenager runs out of the room. Hector looks sternly at Stanley and adds: “I have three sons and not one of them is a faggot. Do you hear me? Get yourself a girlfriend.”   

    Stanley likes too much the feeling of a pulsing rod in his mouth to drop cock-sucking. He meets Terry in back allies to pump the boy’s jizz, to rinse his mouth with the creamy nectar, and to French kiss his gay friend. However, to please his father and to make believe that it was just an experience, Stanley dates a girl who happens to be in the same situation. Julie is a lesbian and her Catholic parents don’t want to hear about it. “Get yourself a boyfriend, grow out of this sinful phase!”  Stanley and Julie’s dating is more social than romantic. The boy wants a dick, the girl wants a pussy. They go their own way for sexual pleasures, but parents seem to be pleased that their child has an opposite sex companion.

    After their high school graduation and their prom date, Stanley and Julie enter university, both in southern Ontario, Stanley at University of Toronto and Julie at Wilfrid Laurier University in Waterloo. The largest Gay Pride parade in Canada takes place in Toronto at the end of June, and the weekend activities attract 1.2 million people. Stanley spends some time around Wellesley and Church Street, in the heart of the Gay Village. The teenager (he’s still under 20) likes what he sees: guys in tight faded blue jeans, some in leather gear, a real smörgåsbord of bulging crotches.

    Stanley lines up to enter Woody’s and Sailor, the most popular bar in that stretch of the Village. Just in front of him is a biker wearing leather chaps that highlight a firm wide ass. When the line-up gets more crowdy, Stanley’s hand “accidently” brushes against the biker’s butt and attract his attention. “Your cock in my hungry hole would be fuckin hot! My name is Jed. Care to follow me?” Stanley has never been cruised so directly, so bluntly. He is aroused and accepts the biker’s invitation for a ride to his place a few blocks away in Cabbagetown, a quaint neighborhood of “la Ville Reine” (the Queen City, nickname given to Toronto by French-Canadian journalists).  

    Far from his home town and from his father’s watch over his dating, Stanley has sucked the cock of many guys on the campus, and has shoved his six-inch (15 cm) cut meat in the fuck hole of a few of them. When they both get naked, Stanley is impressed by all the hair covering the biker’s body. He finds it so virile. And when the 31-year-old Jed puts on the chaps again, Stanley almost swoons over the big leather-framed ass. His cock is as hard as an iron bar. It’s the first time he will get to fuck an ass that size. Without waiting for a word from Jed, he starts caressing his divine butt. When he slides his six-inch shaft up and down in the crack, the biker proposes an unexpected scenario:

    “I first want to feel your tongue in my anus.”

    “Are you serious? You want me to stick part of my mouth in your shit hole?”

    “Dead right! Don’t worry, it may be sweaty but it’s clean, and I bet you will find it pretty tasty.”

    “I’ve never done this, admits Stanley as he sniffs the biker’s crack. But damn, the aroma is so intoxicating. Never has a man’s ass turned me on so much.”

    “Caress, kiss, slap, bite it. Continue to sniff it and start darting my hole with the tip of your tongue… Yes! You’ve got it. Fuck! It feels so good! Now, start tongue-twisting your way inside to taste my dark perky rosebud.”

    “Your what?”

    “Rosebud is a fancy name for anus. In case you didn’t know what you’re doing right now, it’s called rimming. And you’re good at it, boy!”  

    “Oh my god! You’re right, this is fuckin tasty! It would be so hot to eat your ass for breakfast, lunch, dinner and midnight snack!”

    “We can make this experience tastier, my friend. Kiss my ass hole, then kiss my lips, back and forth. You will see how the mix of ass juice and mouth juice will stiffen your dick and make you want to fuck me hard and deep.”

    No sooner said than done. Stanley and Jed taste each other’s mouth with a succulent arse spice. Their cocks rub together, fencing with frenzy. The biker’s tool is also about 6 inches, also cut but a little thicker than Stanley’s joystick. The teenager can not resist devouring his partner’s cock and balls. The nuts are in a tight bag – just the way Stanley likes it. He chews them greedily, then tackles the shaft whose thickness makes him salivate more than ever. The biker adores face-fucking a guy and he has the perfect partner to thrust a juicy tap down his throat.

    “I warn you, Stanley. I tend to leash out ropes of creamy jizz.”

    “That’s exactly what I need. I’m so fuckin cum thirsty! My first trick, Terry, also had a juicy popsicle that I drained many times in the back allies of my home town. But your cock is way more impressive. Shoot your load whenever you’re ready.”

    The jet is so powerful that the cum overflows on all sides. Only half of it gets to be swallowed, but there is no waste because Jed licks his seed and kisses Stanley to share it. “Now it’s time for ass fucking, says the biker. Here’s a condom, put it on, and shove your gorgeous dagger in my hungry ass hole.” The pounding of his dick in a warm tight hairy haven energizes Stanley. At every thrust, the teenager’s balls slap the base of the cock dock and trigger a formidable sap boiling. The fitting is perfect. Sexual pleasure is at its peak. Stanley knows that he can ejaculate a generous dose of cum as intense as the one his mouth has just received. The teenager wishes that he could seed his partner naturally, without the barrier of a condom. But better safe than sorry. Jed’s moans encourage him to relentlessly pound his partner until a thunderous explosion.

    The biker and the student bound physically for sure, and promise to have more sexual fun together. They meet at least once a week and get along so well that Jed offers Stanley to move in with him. The shared rent is barely 50% of what the student pays for a room on the campus. Despite the distance between Cabbagetown and the University of Toronto, Stanley accepts, and informs his father that he will make substantial savings by moving with a classmate. He lies in saying that it is a female classmate. Otherwise, his father would have objected, fearing some secret faggot plan.

    Jed and Stanley go to the community center in the Gay Village for an HIV test; they both get a negative result, and decide to have a monogamous relationship where they can fuck without the use of condoms. To them, nothing is more natural, more erotic, than the wild feeling of a hard juicy cock flooding your love canal. Now that Stanley can freely empty his junk in Jed’s trunk, the biker wants to taste it along with his own ass juice. The student is not quite sure what that means. In fact, he has no idea that he is about to experience felching.

    “As soon as you have exploded inside me, lie down under my butt and I will push back the creamy load in your mouth. Swallow your junk but keep some to share by French kissing me. I call it Holy Communion.”

    “Wow! Scooping my jizz from your shit hole, tasting your ass juice, and sharing the white gold with my lover are so kinky! You are a hot sex mentor!”

    * * *

    Canada Day is celebrated on July 1st. This year, it falls on a Friday and many Canadians get a long weekend. On this occasion, Matthew decides to visit his brother Jed in Toronto. He is two years younger, very handsome, straight but gay friendly. Jed explains laughingly to Stanley that “gay friendly” means that Matthew doesn’t mind a guy sucking his cock. “But no man has ever fucked him. And I don’t think he’s about to change.”

    Matthew’s arrival does not go unnoticed. He displays the most beautiful smile and wears faded jeans that divinely mold his arse, his cock and his balls. Stanley is mesmerized by so many virile assets. During dinner, the discussion focuses on the life together that the biker and the student now lead. Matthew is curious to know if his brother is always a Top or if he sometimes accepts being a Bottom. The interested party replies that he is now Versatile. He jokes by adding that this position fits him like a glove.

    “Stanley, I’m told that you have a master’s degree in cock sucking. I would love to check that out.”

    “Haven’t graduated yet, but I sure love to feel a hard dick in my mouth, exploding down my throat. I also get excited by guys in tight jeans, and you are a hot illustration of my number one fetish. Can I caress your ass, dick and nuts so nicely wrapped in denim?”

    “Yes, but under one condition…”

    “And what is it?”

    “You have to promise that you will suck me dry after having worshipped my faded blue jeans trophies.”

    “It’s a deal.”

    Kneeling in front of his “brother-in-law”, Stanley slides one hand into the crack and squeezes the balls with the other. This small gesture already makes Matthew moan with pleasure. Stanley sniffs the ass, kneads it vigorously, feels the cock hardening, and begins pulling off the jeans to find out that Matthew isn’t wearing underwear nor jockstrap. He had planned the scenario. His cock measures about five and a half inches (14 cm) and is circumcised. Stanley engulfs it easily, wiggles his tongue around the shaft and sucks the pinkish mushroom frantically. His mouth moves back and forth with dexterity and pumps the divine nectar. When he feels the cock quivering, he squeezes Matthew’s balls to make the sap rise. The explosion does not take long to occur. Stanley delights in swallowing the cum until the last drop.

    “You’re a real pro, man! My brother is pretty lucky!”

    The next day, Stanley tells Matthew that he would like to try on his faded blue jeans. “We’re about the same size and I think they would fit me perfectly.” As soon as Jed sees his lover cast in denim, he applauds, kisses him, strokes his ass and says to his brother: “You should give him that pair of jeans, you have several others.” The brother is willing, but under one condition: “Okay if he agrees to suck me again while you fuck him.” Remember that Matthew is gay friendly, lol. Seeing Jed shoving a family cock in a man’s ass would be like crossing the line, and that excites him to the highest degree. “Let’s go, guys!”

    This is the first time that Matthew sees his brother ass-fucking. He is supremely excited. His own cock seems to have grown an inch bigger. With each jerk that his brother exerts to smash Stanley’s ass, Matthew feels his cum rising. “Listen Jed, stick your cock deeper, pound him like a stallion fucks a mare in heat. I want to be proud of my wild fucking gay brother!” Stanley’s two holes are sublimely served by two men simultaneously. His ass and his mouth fill up with ropes of jizz like never before. Drained and exhausted, the two brothers lie on the bed with Stanley in their midst. The latter holds a miracle cock in each hand. It’s his first threesome and he’ll remember it for the rest of his life.

    * * *

    When Stanley told his dad he was moving in with a female classmate, he accidentally said her name was Jed. He immediately corrected himself by adding that Jed was a diminutive of Geraldine. On Labour Day, first Monday of September, Stanley’s father decides to make a surprise visit to Toronto. When Hector knocks on the door of a nice cottage-style house in Cabbagetown, he is met by Jed in leather gear.

    “Hello, I’m Stanley’s father, does he live here?”

    “Yes. I’m Jed. Come in. He should arrive in the next hour. Can I serve you a drink?”

    “Well… er… I thought Stanley was sharing a house with a classmate called Geraldine.”

    “Not quite, we are the only two living here.”

    “Can I ask you a personal question?”

    “Go ahead.”

    “Are you… homosex… are you gay?”

    “Yes, and I’m Stanley’s lover.”

    On that note, Hector steps back and runs away miserably. He is furious and decides to wait for his son at the corner of the street. When Stanley shows up, his father does not beat around the bush.

    “I just met Jed. The cat is out of the bag. Ever since you’ve been living in Toronto, you’ve been playing behind my back. You’ve invented Geraldine. You’ve chosen to shack up with a gay leather freak. It’s despicable the way you put our family to shame.”

    “Can I intervene?’

    “Yes, to ask for forgiveness.”

    “No, to say that I feel good, that I’m proud of who I am, that I intend to marry Jed.”

    “Over my dead body!”

    “Sorry, but I’m of legal age, and I don’t need your permission to be happy.”

    “I’m not funding your studies any more. I disown you!”

    “As you wish. Love is more important than money.”

  • Sniper

    *Head Quarters*

     Commander James Falken was on a mission, a very real one this time.

    He clutched the office phone to his ear, all the while checking the IT simulator for any kind of bugs that might be recording and following his every move…he knew that their offices was getting de-bugged each and every day to avoid just that from happening. You could never be sure in this line of business.

    His face was red and as angry as it has been in a fucking long time, as he blasted his voice over the device as loud as his authority regarded…

    “Now you listen to me…and this is a direct order! I had one of my best men sent out on a job in the Karoo area of South Africa over two weeks ago to complete the easiest of missions and that’s where his entire trail ends! I still haven’t heard anything from him or know what has happened to him…and meanwhile, the target that he was supposed to eliminate, is walking around SCOTT FREE! Smiling at cameras for every single God damn newspaper in existence, as if he isn’t one of the most corrupt members that society has ever seen AND beats his wife towards the edge of her total sanity!”

    Commander Falken took a breather, before he calmed down…checked the simulator once more, before carried on.

    “I swear to God, I will send the rest of my entire arsenal to the Karoo and they will assassinate everyone that gets in my way! Find out what happened to Agent 2512 and DO IT NOW!”

    Commander Falken literally slammed the office phone down in his sheer fit of anger, not caring that if it would have smashed into a million fucking pieces one little bit, before he walked over towards the window of said office, and peered outside into the pouring rain.

    This wasn’t like Agent 2512…this wasn’t like him at all. This was supposed to be an easy job…just another corrupt bastard whose wife had had more than enough and had decided to take a hit out on her husband as a desperate last resort.

    This was supposed to be peanuts for his best Sniper…in fact, he felt guilty for sending him to the Karoo in the first place for such an easy assignment, however, he had majority of his team after some mafia boss in Johannesburg, so he had no other choice.

    He swore underneath his breath…taking out an easy and open target was jelly tots for Agent 2512, knowing what his man was actually capable of doing and the masses that he had eliminated in his lifetime before. Killing off such a pathetic excuse for a human being was virtually nothing compared to what he had ordered Agent 2512 to do before.

    Fucking hell.

    He ran his fingers through his rapidly thinning hair, before covering his face momentarily with both his hands when he was done.

    He had trained this man himself, for years and years, to turn him into the killing machine that he was today.

    A sickening feeling grew inside the pit of his stomach…and it totally wasn’t a symptom of his growing ulcer.

    Where the hell could he be?

    A person simply does not just VANISH into thin air!?

    Do they?

     

    *Starke Family Ranch*

     Tanner smiled as he loaded the last of the cooked breakfast that he and Shawn had made into a plate for their guest, before he winked at Shawn to run ahead and open the door for him while he did so.

    Shawn’s eyes ran wateringly over the eggs, lashings of bacon, mushrooms and toast that was literally just being BEGGED to be eaten, but he had his own Corn Flakes already an hour ago. Bless him, he was a growing boy.

    Tanner’s eyes flickered over towards his cell phone, where he had been expecting a message from his wife Carly, who was at the hospital doing her job as a nurse to the best of her ability, already having to put in a double shift, only having been back there after her vacation had ended three days before. It had taken a little while for her to get back within the swing of things, but like they said…once a nurse, always a nurse.

    He nodded at Shawn to slowly open the door of their spare room where their guest was, with his own hands full, and after knocking, hearing the okay from said guest to come in, father and son did just that.

    “Morning! Thought I’d bring you some of the blatant farm hospitality that the Karoo is so well known for!” Tanner said as he saw their guest turn around and actually face both of them.

    He still, after all this time, and no matter how hard he tried… he couldn’t remember who he was, or where he was from, what his own name was…and it was already nearly two weeks since he and Shawn had first rescued him from the wreckage of the female passenger’s car colliding with the man’s motorbike down the road, just outside of the town.

    The woman didn’t make it…and he didn’t wanna think what might have happened to this…this extremely attractive young stranger if himself and Shawn didn’t happen to drive past there just MINUTES after it must have happened.

    They had brought him here, and had him recover to the best of their combined ability…and he was already looking stacks better, if truth be told.

    At first, the severe, intense scrapes and cuts on his arms and legs looked like he had literally been sliced up by barbed wire. They were still reddish and still had not completely healed but they certainly didn’t bleed out every five seconds like they had done when he had first gotten here.

    He could walk on his own, his speech had improved massively. Except for the still blue/black marks on his face and what would probably be a permanent scar on his forehead, you would never say this…very handsome young man had been a deaths door a mere few weeks ago.

    As it always were the case when someone’s name was unknown, they would tend to call him John Doe, if it was a male patient, and therefore both Tanner and Carly had started calling him just that, with his permission. John, or whoever he really was, smiled gratefully and his eyes seemingly LIT UP the moment that he saw Tanner and Shawn, as well as the break taking aroma of the breakfast and freshly brewed filter coffee.

    “WOW! What the heck did I do to deserve all of this? Morning, Tanner…and morning to you too, my dude!” he said outright, before taking the plate in both of his hands and placing it on the bedside table, before giving Shawn a quick fist bump, followed by a high five.

    Those two had gotten extremely close in the days since John had arrived here, it was actually amazing to see how quickly they had bonded. Nevertheless, John couldn’t have been THAT much older than Shawn, he figured him in his early twenties at least, so perhaps they tended to connect on much the same level.

    Jesus, if Carly knew he had allowed John to eat fatty and greasy foods in the guest bedroom, there would be literal murder to deal with.

    “You okay?” Tanner asked as he sat down on the bed, joined by John as he crossed his legs and sat out the plate of food in front of him. Shawn eventually got his way, as he snatched a piece of toast from the plate, before bolting the hell out of there, after a playful swipe towards him from John.

    The latter then grabbed a piece of bacon and took a huge bite, before his eyes rolled over in their sockets, as a sure sign that he was enjoying the fuck out of what he was actually eating.

    “Yeah, I guess…man, I gotta tell you, I could eat bacon all damn day…but seriously though, I really don’t know what to actually do now…or where to go from here. I can’t stay here forever. I just wish my damn memory would come back…it’s been two whole weeks, and I really thought…never mind.”

    Tanner, much like his son before him, sneakily grabbed a piece of bacon from John’s plate, earning himself a playful shove from the latter, before he too, stuffed a piece of the porky goodness into his mouth. His eyes couldn’t stay or turn away from John, even if he had tried.

    Ever since Carly had been back at work, it had just been the two of them here, in the hours that Shawn was back at school. Tanner swallowed his food, before he looked down and sighed quietly. You had to be blind not to see how beautiful John really was.

    He was insanely handsome…Jesus Christ no…he was bloody beautiful, the kind that actually made your eyes hurt to look at him. His buzz cut that he had to have had done before the accident was starting to grow back out, in short pitch-black strands, making him look ever more rugged and sexier than before.

    His arms were toned, muscled and smothered with dark black hairs. He had the greenest, most soul full eyes that you could possibly have imagined. The colour aquamarine, came to mind. His chest was ripped beyond belief, and his legs were strong and busty. The cherry on top of the already loaded sugary cake, was that stunning six pack abdominals that he wore with such pride, every time that that he changed his clothes.

    Whatever, or whoever this man really was, beyond the black curtain of his amnesia, he had to have been super fit for it. It really showed.

    The very moment that he had seen John that day where he had Shawn had driven by the accident…the sheer moment that they had locked eyes when he had first woken up from his concussion…there was a spark at least from his side that he wasn’t sure at all if he wanted to contain.

    He had been gay all his life…he had been gay when he and Carly had gotten drunk in his high school and had conceived Shawn…he had been gay when he stood with her before a priest all those years ago and said “I do”.

    All because of peer pressure from his family…that annoying tension and belief that he HAD to produce a male heir to continue the family dynasty.

    Fucking hell.

    “Penny for your thoughts?”

    Tanner smiled wry fully as he looked back up into the eyes of the stranger who had so suddenly and so inexplicably come into their lives, and he nodded, while patting John on his shoulder.

    “Yeah, of course I am! Geez, look at the time I gotta go, my workers out there must be waiting for me already and I gotta get Shawn to school. We’re taking the horses out for their runs and they’re getting their shots today as well. Say John…have you ever ridden a horse before?”

    John took a sip of his coffee, before he blinked his eyes twice, and shook his head.

    “Not that I can think of right now…but then again, I wouldn’t exactly know. Why do you ask?”

    Tanner smiled. His eyes were full of mischief and excitement.

    “Eat the rest of that up. Every single fucking piece, you got that? Because today, I’m gonna teach you to gallop like you never have before!”

    **

     “Dude…are you sure about this? Think of my poor broken bones and my injured little body…”

    Tanner smirked and once more patted John on his shoulder.

    “You scared, brother? Big strong, young man like you?”

    John shot Tanner an evil, amused glance, but within seconds a wicked smile cracked across the entirety of his face. He smirked as he checked Tanner out from top to bottom.

    “So, you think I’m big and strong then, huh?”

    Tanner froze for just a second, before he realized that John was surely just joking…it was just normal, everyday banter between two men who were fast on their way to becoming firm friends. There was really nothing to worry about. He hoped.

    Tanner instructed his workers to saddle up the gentlest of horses that they had possessed on the ranch and to bring him over, as well as Prancer, his usual horse that he rode every day. He could sense the hesitation, the sudden change inside John’s entire demeanor as the horse was brought closer, and he softly, without even as much as thinking about it, he took John’s arm and dragged him a little back where they couldn’t be overheard.

    “Hey…I know I challenged you to do this, but if you don’t want to, I get it, okay? I know how scared I fucking felt the first time I got on to one of these animals. Just say the word, and we’ll stop all of this. The last thing I wanna do is pressure you.”

    John took a deep breath and for a mere moment, he seemed to look upwards at the skies above…it was one of THOSE days again where there wasn’t a wind or as much as single cloud in the clear blue, blue sky. The sun was shining down on them, all in all, it was a perfect fucking day.

    “You’ve…you guys have done so much for me. Geez, you’re still fucking doing it! I just…I just don’t wanna seem ungrateful…”

    Tanner reached out towards John like the speed of lightening and gripped the younger man’s shoulder, granted, a little tighter that he had anticipated at first.

    He saw John’s eyes widen just a tad, before the latter’s eyes flickered over towards his own. For just a few moments the two men seemed to just…stare at each other without any words being needed.

    Tanner swallowed…slowly…his Adam’s apple floating upwards and downwards with the motion.

    You’re beautiful…you’re fucking gorgeous…

    Before he knew what was happening, John had broken the eye contact and had solemnly proceeded to place the helmet which one of the ranch hands had given him for riding the horse, straight up on top of his head. At first, he struggled with getting the clasp done the right way at the back of said helmet, and a smiling Tanner was quickly beside him to help.

    “Hi ho, Silver, right?” John murmured softly so that only he could hear him, electing a giggle of laughter from Tanner himself.

    Several of the ranch hands helped John upwards into the seat on top of the horse that they had especially picked out for him, and before he knew what was really happening, Tanner’s mouth opened as wide as the Kalahari Desert…

    …what the hell?

    John hadn’t been up there for fucking five minutes, before it literally seemed that some or other born-within instinct that he had clearly forgotten about had to have kicked in, because in no time, John was flying across the riding area on his horse.

    Tanner smiled and shook his head. What was it about this guy…this seemingly perfect guy that he just couldn’t get enough of him? He looked majestic…if that was the exact word to describe him…as he flew and flew about on his horse across the slopes and counties across the ranch. It was literally as if he had been doing this all his life!

    Eventually, John pulled his horse to a stop, complete with a huge smile streaked across his face, his cheeks puffy and red from the sheer excitement and energy that had must have used to ride, before the ranch hands were quickly at his side to help him down.

    “THAT WAS BRILLIANT!” John shouted once his feet was once more on solid ground and he quickly came running over towards Tanner, who he surprised by grabbing him in a giant bear hug.

    Tanner of course, was momentarily caught off-guard, before he too, reached out with both his arms and hugged John back, just as enthusiastically as he did him.

    Together both men stood in unison, John’s chest heaving up and down from his horse ride, his warm breath directly on the back of Tanner’s neck. Goosebumps and big and as clear as the day were long, broke out on Tanner’s skin the very moment when he felt John’s breath cascading on his body.

    He smelled so good. Jesus. It was manly, it was rough…it was everything that he had ever hoped to experience when he would have a man inside the warmth of his embrace.

    John was the first to draw back, and grabbed Tanner’s shoulder, before giving it a gentle squeeze.

    “MAN! I honestly felt like I could do that all fucking day! I swear I had to be a racing car driver or something before all of this, because the thrill of speed…the excitement of being on that horse and just chasing after something…man, that was better than sex!”

    Tanner giggled once more, before he shook his head once more. He looked down at his watch…it was nearly time for him to go and fetch Shawn from school, and with having shown John the ropes all morning, he didn’t get to complete more than half of the duties that he would normally have gotten done by this time.

    But just seeing…just witnessing the smile and the sheer amount of happiness on John’s face after clearly everything that he has been through over the last few weeks…made all of that worry and sombre mood, simply disappear.

    Tanner was happy. He was fucking happier than he had been ever in his life.

    And that…that scared the living shit out of him.

    **

    It was nearly ten in the evening when his cell phone rang.

    Carly still wasn’t home, and she hadn’t answered any of his phone calls since mid-morning. Her WhatsApp account also showed that she hadn’t been online since a little before twelve in the morning as well.

    That wasn’t like her, at fucking all.

    Granted, nurses tended to work long hours, that he knew…but still, no contact since mid-morning?

    Something was wrong…and he knew it before his phone even started to ring in the first place.

    “Hello?”

    “Tanner…look here, listen and listen quick, I haven’t got much time to talk, things are all over the show here…” Carly started to say, before she got interrupted by her already stressing husband…

    “CARLY! Are you okay? Where the hell have you been all day? Brendan is refusing to go to bed before he’s said good night to you!” he said out loud, noticing that both Brendan as well as John had entered the living room as they heard his voice rise just that tad.

    “Is that Mom? Dad, lemme talk to her!” Shawn demanded, before Carly rushed at him from the other side…

    “Tanner, I don’t have time for this, put me on speaker, and do it NOW!”

    Tanner frowned, but he withdrew the phone from his ear and did as he was told. He saw that John was sitting on the opposite flank of the living room, on one of the couches, clearly wanting to give himself and Shawn some level of privacy, and his face too, was wreaked with slight worry.

    Tanner placed the phone on top of the coffee table, before he placed his arm around his son and squeezed his shoulder.

    “We’re all here, you can talk, babe…” he replied, his voice hovering as he did so.

    Carly sounded as if she was clearing her throat, which was followed by a slight cough and wheeze, before she started speaking.

    “I haven’t got much time; they are putting us onto rooms here to wait things out. Babe…they had us tested for COVID today, you know how it is, we do them every few days or so just to make sure and today…well…I guess you know what I’m gonna say…”

    Jesus.

    Jesus Christ.

    Tanner pulled Shawn closer towards him and he noticed that his son’s entire young body had started to visibly shake with what could only be described as terror once THAT word had been said by his wife.

    In the three years that this…this sickening virus had wreaked havoc and disaster throughout this world, neither of them, not one of them, and with Carly being a nurse, that was already some sheer fucking miracle, had managed to contract the illness.

    Things were a lot better though, and although South Africans in general lived as if it was pre-COVID with no more masks and social distancing…

    …there would always be an off chance that you could have caught it, somehow.

    Tanner cleared his own throat, before he leaned forward towards his cell phone.

    “Babe, how are you feeling? You have any symptoms?”

    Another cough from Carly before she spoke.

    “Yeah, I guess so, you can hear how weirded out I sound. Tanner…I don’t think you or Shawn has anything to worry about, neither of you has any symptoms, or do you?”

    Tanner turned his attentions towards Shawn, who simply shook his head, before he laid back down on the sofa, the tears streaming across his cheeks. Fucking hell…he was worried about his mother and so was Tanner.

    People didn’t tend to…actually die as much from COVID anymore, but you just NEVER knew. And to the mind of a fourteen-year-old boy, that hearing that word even now, must have sounded like a damn death sentence.

    “Tanner…is John around there too?”

    John suddenly stood up, and smiled slightly, as he made his way over to where father and son were sitting down.

    “Hey Carly, I’m here. Do you need me to take care of anything?”

    Carly coughed once more, and Tanner actually flinched when both men could clearly hear the insane amount of phlegm that had built up inside her throat and lungs.

    “Yeah, I guess…look, I can’t come home. I have to self-isolate, we all here do. You guys should be fine, as long as you stay on the ranch, a farm estate with all that open, fresh air, is the safest place to be right now. Tanner, tell the workers they shouldn’t come on for at least a week, just to be sure.”

    Tanner looked upwards at John, and then back at the phone.

    “You’re gonna be gone a whole fucking week?”

    “TANNER! LANGUAGE!”

    John snickered against his will, and when Tanner, with a massive guilty look on his face, turned to his son, he too smiled as he saw a streak of a grin across his unblemished teenage face.

    “John…until I get back there, please take care of those two for me! Believe me…they can be a handful!”

    John reached out and placed a warm hand on top of Tanner’s shoulder, the latter nearly hissing in complete contempt as he felt the electricity and sheer vivid voltage of the man’s tough RIP through him like tin foil.

    “You and Tanner saved my life, Carly. I’m doing this with pleasure,” John said, before he once more, nodded towards Tanner, as if to say…everything was going to be fine.

    Later than night, Tanner was sitting in Shawn’s room and watched him sleep for a while, just in case the boy needed him. It had taken a while for him to actually calm down enough to fall into Dreamland, and he was forced to give the kid a glass of warm milk with an added splash of brandy sneaked inside.

    Shawn was so out of it and so worried about his mother, that Tanner didn’t think he even realized what he had drank. Without fifteen or so minutes, Shawn was asleep, but he didn’t wanna tempt fate, at any cost.

    If his boy was going to need him, he sure as hell was going to make sure that he was there for him.

    A soft knock on the door startled him out of his thought process, and he slowly saw that John’s face was slowly appearing around said door, where his eyes were flickering in the darkness, with only the moonlight for support, until he found that of Tanner.

    “Hey you…come on, I made us some coffee. Just what you need to feel a little better, yeah?” he said, as softly and as gently as he possibly could.

    Tanner sighed and carefully stood up…come to think of it, coffee sounded pretty damn good right now. He carefully stretched out both arms before he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on top of Shawn’s forehead, before he left the room as quietly as he could.

    The smell of freshly brewed coffee this late in the evening could be smelled from miles away and Tanner groaned appreciatively as he saw John had gone through the trouble of actually making a bunch stacked of grilled cheese sandwiches for the two of them.

    That aroma, combined with the deliciousness of the coffee, made for anyone who was hungry to sit up and take notice.

    John smiled at Tanner as the latter sat down and placed a solid plate of grilled goodness in front of him.

    “Eat up, my friend. You’re gonna need that for the next week or so. I promised Carly I’d look after the two of you and I’m sure as hell gonna keep my promise.”

    A warmth as big as John’s heart, rapidly started to spread through Tanner’s entire body as he heard the latter’s words.

    Geez.

    Jesus Christ.

    It’s not like he WANTED to feel this way! It’s not like he went searching for John in the first place! It’s not like WANTED to feel that he was busy cheating on his sick wife, because it wasn’t like that!

    It’s just…FUCK!

    He dared to look up at him. The way he motionlessly moved around their kitchen. The way he smiled whenever he knew that Tanner was looking at him. The way he would actually take notice and LISTEN to whatever Tanner had to say. The way he was with Shawn when they would play Nintendo Switch for hours and hours on end when John was recovering.

    Did he have to be so God damn…so God damn perfect?

    He felt a hand on his shoulder, for what felt like the umpteenth time so far that evening. Clearly, John must have mistaken what he saw on Tanner’s face as nothing more but serene worry for his wife, because he leaned in and gave his friend a slight hug for a few seconds, before he released him.

    “Hey…from what you’ve told me about this illness, not a lot of people actually die of it anymore…you gotta be hopeful. She’s at hospital, right? If anything should happen or if her symptoms get any worse, she’s totally at the right place.”

    Tanner’s eyes burned with pent up tears and emotion. What WAS it with him these days? He was never, EVER this emotional before John had turned up in his life! For God’s sake!

    The two men ate their food and drank their coffee in silence, before Tanner noticed that his phone was ringing, and jumped up to answer it before the ringtone could wake Shawn up.

    “Hello” he said, in his haste, not even looking at the screen to see who was calling.

    “Tanner, my boy! I just heard on the neighbourhood-watch WhatsApp group that the hospital has been placed under isolation because of a COVID outbreak…does that mean Carly is there too?”

    “It’s my dad…” Tanner whispered to John, who simply nodded and carried the dishes to the dishwasher, before he carried on with his father…

    “Yeah Dad, afraid so. She’s been tested positive so now she has to self-isolate and she can’t come home. Shawn is really worried, as am I, but we hope and pray that things doesn’t get any worse and that she can come home soon.”

    “Oh, I see. Man…this God-awful illness just refuses to go away! Anyhow, your Mom says hi as well and she sends her love. She can’t speak right now, she’s already fast asleep. Tell me, is that house guest of yours still there? Otherwise, I can always come and stay with you for a couple of days?”

    “Dad, there’s really no need. John and I will be fine here looking after Shawn. I’ll ring you up if I need anything.”

    Tanner ended the phone call, before he slouched himself down on one of the couches in the living room and stared up at the ceiling for a couple of seconds, before he felt the weight of another person sitting down beside him.

    “I take it your parents are worried about you?” John asked, taking another sip of his coffee.

    Tanner nodded.

    “Yeah, and God knows, I love my folks, but I couldn’t cope with having my father here day and night. He’s a good man and all, don’t get me wrong, but let’s just say he has a bit of a temper when it comes to things not going his way.”

    “Yeah? Like how?”

    Tanner sighed. Closing his eyes, he thought back to all the times that he had heard his mom and dad argue. Those were times where the ranch was going under extreme financial difficulties, and he knew that his father was under severe strain back then.

    There were times…that he could swore his father would actually…hit both him and his mother…but thank God he never did. The situation on the ranch improved with time, especially once Tanner himself had gotten his agricultural degree and started to implement his own ideas on the farm.

    “Never mind. I don’t wanna talk about that now. Any way…if Gordon Starke knew I was talking to some stranger about my childhood he’d fucking flip on me.”

    Suddenly John sat up straight. In a vicious, quick move that surprised even Tanner himself.

    “Did you say…is your dad’s name Gordon Starke?”

    Tanner nodded…before he wanting to say more, but John got in there first.

    “Gordon Starke…he’s running for mayor of the Karoo in just a few weeks…right?”

    Tanner’s eyes widened and suddenly it was like he was seeing a whole new side of John…one that he wasn’t all too sure that he actually liked.

    Gone was the kindness, gone was the newfound friend that he had gotten to know and respect so much…and in his place was a face which shouted and expressed cold, darkness…anger and everything that was vicious in this world.

    “Yeah…I guess that’s him. Why? Do you know him?”

    Suddenly…as quickly and as unexpectantly as it came, John’s eyes narrowed…and immediately softened as he heard Tanner’s voice. He swallowed a fair few times, before he turned his entire body towards Tanner.

    “Dude…I’m…Jesus man, I’m so sorry if I scared you…when I heard you say “Gordon Starke” it was like something inside my brain seemed to snap. I don’t…I mean, I don’t even know anything about my own self and…yet I know that the man is running for mayor of a town that I have never even been in…”

    John took another sip of coffee, before he slowly, confusing etched across his handsome face, ran the palm of his hand over his rapidly growing hair.

    “Seriously dude…I swear! I have no idea why I would even begin know that?!”

  • Breaking the rules

    Rule breaker – 2

    Titan sat in the club surveying his domain. Things were going well, the bar was bringing in good money and his men were having fun earning a small fortune in the private clubhouse upstairs and around town putting the white boys in their places. They had a regular pool of slaves to use at will plus a steady stream of paying customers and the fun of regular new conquests. The new Wolf candidate, John, seemed like a good addition and had fit in well working with Elijah behind the bar but he was looking forward to really getting to know the newbie and see him putting the white boys in their place.

    John had come highly recommended and Titan’s monster cock twitched as he thought about the fun they could have at the expense of the local white boys. With things so good Titan was confused as to why he did not feel better, something was missing. He knew what it was, it was the twink from the other day, the tequila drinker. He would not settle until he had that boy for himself so he downed his drink and headed into town to kill time. “Good hunting, bro”, Bruno called after Titan as he left then kicked the white boy at his feet telling him to put some effort in to sucking his cock. Titan headed into town, it was a pleasant evening and there were plenty of people out and about. He headed to a bar nearby and saw the twink from yesterday. Sitting all alone drinking tequila again. He looked as perfect as before, cute perfect white boy twink, just what Titan, and his cock, were looking for. Titan knew what he was doing. He has done this literally hundreds of times before. He just needed to walk over towards the boy then wait and the boy would be powerless, his weak twink mind would crumple, and he would crawl to his new black god and beg to be of service. It has worked with Timmy and all of his subs and it would work with this twink too.

    Titan walked up to bar and got himself a drink, on the house of course from the white boy barman he had used last week, then headed outside and positioned himself leaning against the wall sipping his drink and waiting. He saw at least half a dozen fags had their eyes on him and he could with the merest nod of his head have had any one of them at his feet and his to use for the night. But he wasn’t interested in any of them he wanted this fag. The fucker was ignoring him. The boy had looked around and seen him there but that was it, the twink just carried on drinking ignoring the muscular black god just a few feet away. Titan was annoyed. He assumed that the dude had not seen him properly otherwise he would never be ignored by anyone. Titan moved towards the twink and got right to his table towering over the white boy with the cute face, inviting green eyes, perfect hair and lean body. He grabbed his crotch coaxing his monster dick pushing it against his pants its outline clear for the boy to see just six inches from his face.

    “You want this boy?”, Titan asked arrogantly boasting off his monster,

    ” You want to ride this anaconda monster?” The twink just sat there, took another sip of tequila and then in his own time turned to Titan saying,

    “Sorry but I got no interest in your cock. Now if you wouldn’t mind getting out of my face I would like to get back to enjoying my drink.” 

    “What?”, Titan was shocked literally shocked. No boy had ever refused to his titanoboa like that and even without looking at it. No twink had ever been able to refuse him. He was a god amongst men. White boys were powerless in his presence. What the hell was going on? For the first time in his life he was confused. He knew he should just force this boy to his knees but that was not enough this boy, like all white boys, had to want him had to beg him. What right did this little prick have to humiliate him like this? This was an insult. He turned and left in anger wandering around town for a long time trying to collect his thoughts before he returned to his club.

    As Titan walked through the door he was still angry at the twink but more at himself. He needed relief. He looked around and saw Jerome talking with Taylor, they were laughing, almost like equals. For god sake,Titan thought, Jerome didn’t even have the white boy on his knees. “Taylor”, Titan bellowed, “Crawl to me now. Its service time.” Taylor heard the words but looked at Jerome begging not to have to do this. Titan looked pissed off and Taylor knew he could not take his 13-inch cock. But Jerome said nothing he just sat there. “Now, Taylor”, Titan ordered. Defeated and angry his boyfriend was doing nothing to stop it he complied and started to walk towards Titan. “I said crawl, bitch”, Titan demanded, “You fucking useless piece of shit, crawl to me now!” Taylor dropped to his hands and knees and started to crawl towards Titan. As Titan watched the white boy make his way to him he did not see the brief flicker of hatred in Jerome’s eyes.

    ******

    “What happened last night man”, Bruno asked Titan the next evening as they sat in the club watching John and Elijah working behind the bar. “What ya mean”, Titan replied.

    “You were back here fucking Jerome’s bitch Taylor by 9pm”, Bruno taunted, “What happened with that twink you were after? Don’t tell me the mighty Titan failed to land his prey.” Titan glared at Bruno. It stung that his friend was right and that he had failed but he couldn’t admit it. He thought quickly and said,

    “Taylor is just a white boy bitch, he is a club slave for any of us to use. I was just asserting my right over the slut.”

    “Yeah, nice try man but no changing the subject, what happened to that twink?”, Bruno shot back.

    “I couldn’t find him”, Titan lied, “I’m gonna find and claim the cunt tonight.”

    “As you say man”, laughed Bruno patting Titan on the back and getting up to go relieve his need to shoot his load in one of the white boy bitches on duty in the backroom tonight. He had left a little slut there a couple of hours ago and it was paying $400 an hour for the privilege so he wanted to see how it was getting on and check out whether is was worth keeping on for when the place got busier later.

    Titan headed out of the club to go find that twink and make it clear it was going to do what it knew it needed to do and serve him. As he got to the bar where he had seen the boy the last two nights there he was again sitting alone drinking tequila looking as cute as ever. No messing about tonight he just marched up to the twink’s table, grabbed him by the arm, and said

     “Come with me.”

    “What, wait hold on”, said the twink not moving.

    “I said come with me”, repeated Titan strengthening his grip and starting to pull the boy out of his seat.

    “OK. OK”, said the twink, “But this ain’t cool man.” Titan kept hold of the boy’s arm and started walking to the washroom. At least the twink was smart enough not to resist and started to follow enough for Titan to release his grip as they got to the door. There was just one man in the washroom as Titan led the twink inside but he was finishing up washing his hands and they were soon alone.

    Titan turned to the boy and grabbed his own crotch showing is powerful cock and said, “I know you want this. Why are you resisting me?” Before the boy could answer three young white lads walked into the washroom. Titan bellowed at them “Get out!” and to make sure grabbed the biggest one of them and threw him out the door and his two friends followed.

    Titan grabbed himself and turned to the twink and said, “Well. Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t need this.”

    Getting no response he was getting angry and frustrated now so he did the obvious thing and dropped his pants and fishing his mighty anaconda dick out waving it in front of the twink saying proudly closing his eyes,

    “Now tell me you don’t want THIS!” Titan was assuming that twink to be blown away in shock and surrendering to his mighty power of a cock. He couldn’t resist at all.

    “Yeah….he will be down and taking my …”,

    “Nah man”, the twink said, “you’re OK I don’t want it.” he cut his thoughts.

    “What!”, Titan’s eyes opened widely in shock. How could he say no now after watching his throbbing hard cock?

    “You fuckin’ piece of shit”, Titan trumpeted towards him making him shit in his pants with fear.

    ” I have a mile long queue of white boys begging for a chance to swing on my meat and you think you can say no. You should be fuckin’ grateful I put you at the front of the queue. Now get on your knees and show my mighty boa what you can do.”

    “Hey I’m sorry but Im not going to suck that thing”, the twink responded, “I just cant. Don’t you look at that size? that monstrous hunk of flesh is so enormous and…pardon me.. ugly. Nobody could ever enjoy himself with that at least not me. I feel sorry for you man to be cursed with such a big dick. Put it away before anybody sees it. I’m embarrassed for you man.”

    It seemed like a mountain of shock just fell on Titan. What the hell that twink was even saying. Twinks like him die to just have a glimpse of his cock and here Titan for the first time showed to someone and that someone was insulting him repeatedly. He could not believe what he was hearing. 
    Nobody had ever said things like this to him before. What gave this twink the right? White boys belonged on their knees getting used not mouthing off to black men like him, to an Alpha. But, what if the boy was right, those piercing green eyes and cute face, could there be something in what he was saying. No he is wrong.

     “This kid is gaslighting me?”, He thought as he doubted himself for the first time. The twink sensed the shock and confusion and how he might have hurt him and said,

    “Sorry man. I didn’t want to hurt or offend you. But that cock is just so huge it would hurt me, or any man, too much to fuck me with or to allow me to suck it properly.” Titan grunted,

     “What”, this was not going the way he expected size mattered and his size meant he was always in control. What was going on here what the fuck was this twink up to?

    “I have a suggestion”, said the twink, “I will suck you but only if we do this my way. You will drop your pants and briefs, put your hands behind your head and keep them there, you will stay silent and you wont move. And get rid of your rude attitude. Do that and I will blow you here and now.”

    Titan stared at the twink not believing what he was hearing no twink gave him orders. The twink repeated his offer waiting for a reply. Titan suppressed his rage and said,

    “No. No fuckin’ way. No white boy cunt is going to tell me what to do. When I fuck or when I get blown I decide how.”

    With that the twink turned and left the washroom leaving Titan alone looking in the mirror his dick still hanging out of his pants. He stuffed his dick away and sorted himself out then left fuming at the fucking twink and furious with himself for letting this happen — again. Titan needed relief and he stormed into the club summoning Timmy with a single word, “Timmy”, and the boy clambered after him as he headed upstairs to relieve his fury and his stress on the white slave boy.

     *******

     John observed everything. It was part of the barman privilege to see and hear everything with most people not even realizing you were there. It was why John had not objected to taking the menial job when inducted into the Wolf Gang. He had seen Titan come in the last two nights totally pissed off and frustrated and through chatting with his fellow gang members, not forgetting to call them Sir as he was on probation, he had learned Titan was after a twink. John could not for the life of him wonder why a black man would be bothered chasing a particular twink. White boys were ten a penny and it did not matter to him which one he was using, as long as he was using one and making it struggle and suffer to serve his godly body and mighty dick. John had found Elijah easy to work with and while he did what he considered a fair share of the work Elijah never had a problem if John took some time out to go fuck one of the white bitches out back or to take money off a willing punter for a few minutes of use upstairs. In reality John was probably only doing a tenth of the work of Elijah but he wasn’t complaining and Bruno and Titan hadn’t said anything either, encouraging John to enjoy himself and make himself at home. Tonight the bar was quiet. John had seen Jerome head out with the white boy Taylor earlier. Bruno apparently always had other commitments on a Thursday and Titan was nowhere to be seen. Elijah was coping with serving the handful of customers at the bar and John was getting a little bored. Around 10pm a large group of black guys came in and made themselves at home, they knew Elijah, and were chatting and joking away. John was covering the bar when a couple of white guys came in. John assessed them quickly the first was a bulky guy all muscle, tall around 6 feet, late twenties and cocky as they come, the second was a slim guy about 5’8 and also in his twenties who avoided eye contact and clearly let his friend take the lead.

     “Two beers, boy”, demanded the muscle guy as he approach the bar clearly talking to John. John who was clearly a good ten years older just let it go and started to get the beers. He looked the muscle guy up and down as he handed over the drinks and grinned.

    “Like what you see boy”, the muscle guy asked,

    “200 pounds of prime American beef. Pumped and ready for action.” John just ignored him and turned to serve another customer but not before he heard the guy say to his friend,

    “You see that. I can always spot `em. That guy is hot for me. I bet I get my cock up his ass or at least down his throat before we leave here tonight.”

     With that he headed off to a table and his friend followed him. John stayed busy serving a few drinks but planning in his own mind what he was going to do to that cocky bastard if he uttered another word. It was the little guy who came back to the bar to order another round of drinks. Elijah served him but John could see the white boy checking him out. Again he left it but a plan was forming in his mind. After a few minutes John noticed something going on at the table where the white guys were sat. The bulky guy was mouthing off at one of the regulars and they were squaring up against each other clearly about to get into a fight. John was over the bar and on them pushing them apart in seconds.

    The black guy looked at John and said, “He was dissing Titan.” Before John could say anything the white guy announced, “That cunt, I have fucked guys much taller and more muscular than him. I eat boys like him for breakfast.”

    “That’s it”, announced John grabbing hold of the white guy.

    “Ohhh. Are you going to throw me out?”, the guy asked

    “No. You’re coming in the back with me”, John announced,

    “You too” he said to the guy’s friend. The bulky guy winked at his friend saying,

     “Told ya. This boy is hot for me. Time to watch me work his ass.”

     “Btw people call me Jason”, he introduced himself and John told him his name with a grin. John manhandled the guy across the bar and into the back room followed by his friend and a crowd of half the guys in the bar to see what was going to happen, including Elijah, and Bruno who had got back from wherever he had been. As they got into the room John punched the guy in the stomach winding him and then slapped him hard in the face knocking him to the floor. He hauled him up and slapped him again then threw him down across a table. He then grabbed his pants, he saw no belt and just some chinos, so he grabbed them and literally ripped them of the guys body leaving a few shreds around his still booted ankles and torn pile of cloth on the floor. When the guy started to shout and complain he pushed his head hard into the table almost breaking his nose and causing an impressive spurt of blood from it.

    “Shut up bitch”, John ordered, “You’re mine now and I am going to teach you how a real man uses a white boy cunt like you.”

    The guy moaned and tried to complain but a hard slap to his head shut him up. With the crowd watching on John effortlessly pulled the underwear from his body to reveal the quivering white hole. It was clench shut in fear and disbelief but this was going to happen and John was going to have his way. John then casually shucked his pants and dropped his underwear to reveal his hard almost 11-inch monster and walked up to the boy, lined up with the hole, and rammed his way in balls deep. The scream could be heard half way across town but John just said,

     “Shut up bitch”, and slammed his head into the table again while he started his brutal rhythm of pulling his cock almost fully out them ramming it home again and again. The white guy was still screaming, moaning and begging him to stop but John was not listening. A white boy in pain on his dick was exactly where a cocky bitch like this one should be. John did not mess about this was about causing the boy maximum pain and humiliation and he quickly got to the point of no return and shot his load deep into the unwilling ass. As he pulled out the white boy sighed clearly thinking his ordeal was over but he was wrong and John turned to Bruno and said,

    “You’re up man.” Bruno gladly took John’s place and took his pleasure from the this hole followed by Elijah. While the Wolf pack were having there way with this white boy’s hole John had turned his attention to that cocky mouth hauling the boy further over the table and while Elijah worked his ass John demanded the bitch open his mouth and take his cock with a firm warning that if he felt any teeth he would kick and punch them out of his mouth. John got to work ruthlessly stuffing his cock down the stunned white boy’s throat causing the boy to choke and gag. John had no sympathy,

    “Suck it fucker. I don’t care if you can’t breathe or if you pass out, you will suck it `til I cum.”

     With that John got back into his rhythm fucking his mouth while Elijah fucked his ass. John made sure the boy was suffering, spluttering and almost blue and on the verge of passing out before he would pull out to allow a short breath before ramming home again. John took his time enjoying watching this once cocky bitch now suffering and trying to take his cock.

    Once he did cum in the bitch for the second time he announced to the entire bar,

    “Open season guys, have at him.”

    With than the crowed descended on the still prone man and ran train on his ass and throat. The white guy’s friend just stood there watching all this in shock but also in total awe at the power of the black men but especially of John. He was a little surprised when John came up to him and asked,

     “Like what you see”, as he grabbed at the white boy’s crotch feeling his hard cock. He did not know what to say but looked up into the face of this tall, muscular black god and smiled. John just said to him,

    “On your knees. You owe me a blow job.” The boy fell to his knees and saw the monster cock in front of him but he wanted and need this so moved forward, kissed each of his enormous balls, the kissed the cock head and taking a deep breath impaled himself on the cock. John let the boy work at first pleased to see the boy was eager if a little useless as his cock sucking technique. He let the boy work for a few minutes before grabbing his head and quickly finishing himself off dumping his third load of the night down, for the first time, a willing throat. Seeing the boy was rock hard from his service he laughed an pointed at the bulge in the boy’s pants saying,

    “Well we need to do something about that.” Then before he could say anything he said to the crowd,

     “Make a way guys, man in need coming through”, and he pushed the boy towards his still prone friend who had just taken a second load from Bruno.

    “There you go, have at him”, John said to the guy. When the guy hesitated John make it clear this was an order and the boy complied stripping down to reveal a moderate 7 and half inch dick that was quite thick and to be honest pretty big for white bitch-boy. John had him line up and to push into the now sloppy and loose hole and use his hands to hold on to his friend’s, or the bitch’s as John called him, torso to get some leverage. He soon got into it and loved it when John suggested he start abusing the bitch’s nipples to make him moan while he took his cock. He was horny as fuck from the nights events and came pretty quickly releasing the bitch for the next guy to use. John went over to the white guy as he got himself dressed and said he was welcomed to stay for a second round or was free to go. He decided it was time to go and asked about his friend. John told him that he was going nowhere he had a lot more loads to take but for his friend not to worry they weren’t going to kill him but that his friend either be transformed into the bitch boy he was born to be or would wish he was dead before the night was out.

    ******

     Titan got back to the club around 2am. He was somewhat surprised that everyone appeared to be in the back room. While it was not uncommon for quite a few to be back there it was unusual for almost everyone to be in the `sex room.’ When he went to investigate Bruno spotted him and clued gim in on what had been going on and the put down John had pulled off on the bitch on the table. As the flow of men using the bitch had slowed John had gone up to him and grabbed him by the balls squeezing and twisting hard saying,

     “If you want to keep these you will start to beg every man here to fuck your ass and use your throat. If I ever see you without a cock in your ass or mouth then your balls are gone!”

    This meant Titan was greeted by the muscular well used white boy bitch shouting, screaming and begging for a man to use his ass or his throat. The thing was at some point in the night the boy had realised he was screaming and begging not because of the threat of losing his balls but because he really deserved and really needed this. Titan was happy to oblige the plea from the boy as it had been a stressful night and while he usually was not into sloppy seconds he knew his python would still cause this bitch some pain and to force the boy to notice him in the crowd of other men that used him and he was not disappointed. After he had dumped a couple of loads, the second being a spit roast with Bruno, he went off to get a drink and reflect on the events of earlier in the night.

    Jason loved the rough fucking so much that he became a regular visitor and a permanent slave bitch of John. He had learnt his place was loyally committed to the wolf club as their white cunt slave. The twink was all Titan could think about. He admitted to himself he was getting obsessed, and this was ridiculous. The twink had no right to refuse him or try to tell him, the black god of all white men, the man with Titanoboa in his pants, what to do. He had decided this would not stand and it was time to do something about it. If talking and showing him was not going to work then it was time for something more radical.

    ******

    Titan had headed across town to see someone he had in another club who was a known drug dealer. Titan did not do drugs himself, it was a loser’s game, but it was time for desperate measures and if the twink would not submit willingly then a little GHB should change his mind and allow Titan to have his way. Titan was not going to pay for drugs, he did not pay for anything. He considered getting one of the rich guys that paid for his escort services to stump up the cash but that was too complicated so instead he took Timmy with him and offered the dealer his ass in return for the goods. The dealer wasn’t keen but when Titan sweetened the deal allowing the dealer to pimp Timmy out to whoever he wanted for the rest of the night that sealed it. Titan felt the vial safe in his pocket and started to plan how he was going to get the drugs to the twink and where he was going to take him afterwards. Bruno came up to him at this point and asked him,

    “Fuck that twink you were after yet?” Titan smiled and said

     “No”, then added,

    “but, next night’s the night.”

     *******

     The next night that twink came to his bar and Titan found the opportunity to make his dream come true. He went to that twink and asked him something to start a conversation.

     “Hey,….can I ask you something kid?”, He faked a request that he never do in reality.

     “The might Titan needs my permission?”, The twink stared at him and Titan had to fake a smile.

    “Btw what is your name kid?”, He asked smiling.

    “Wikling but you can call me Wik”, he said with a nice smile.

    “Let me offer you a drink. Actually let me buy it for you”, and he signalled Elijah who understood and started making drinks.

     “So what do you wanna ask big guy?”, He said making him comfortable. Wikling possessed an aura and Titan felt it. He was not like the regular twink he had fucked. He was rather composed, calm and authoritative and also the cutest twink he had ever been with. He never understood what attracted him to himself?

     “Hmmm….why do you…think that…..my cock is …urhh…ugly?”, He asked and he actually wanted to know cuz everyone was so jealous of his size and there was Wikling who was not impressed at all by his size.

    “Titan….I told you last night…it is fucking so huge….besides I’m not into dicks…how big any cock is I just don’t get attracted to it….I’m more into…”, He stopped.

     “More into what?”, I was curious he was I to men but not into dicks. How?

    “I’m a top Titan….”, He said turning his eyes away and Titan couldn’t stop and chuckled looking at this little top and that chukle changed into a small laugh.

     “Sorry….I …I just can’t believe there can be a white boy like you who tops exists”, Titan repressed his laugh but when Wikling revealed his role he looked so cute.

    “Yeah yeah….they all laugh until they have my dick in them”, he said coldly not looking at him.

     “Ok…so there is only one way you can prove what you claim. What is your dick size? It must be huge then?”, Titan was curious. “It is not always the size that matters”, Wikling said with confidence and then the drinks came up. “Ok…I’m actually ready what you said to me yesterday so after drink let’s head to my personal room”, Titan winked and handed Wikling his drink and then he smiled at Elijah who smiled back and nodded his head.

    “Man…what a bad song….Titan can you please ask the DJ to change the song?”, Titan was angry on being ordered around but it was his last chance so he complied and went to DJ.

    “How is this one?”, He asked him taking his glass and gulping down all the drink.

    “Good”, Wikling also drank all and within seconds he felt dizzy.

    “Are you alright?”, Titan asked.

     “How did the drug took effect so quickly….but whatever my work is done”, he thought.

    “My head is spinning”, Wik said.

     “Let me take you to my room”, and saying this Titan supported Wik and took him to his room winking at Bruno who gave him a thumbs up.

     *******

    The twink was lying cutely on the bed and Titan was so happy that finally the twink was all his. He never uses drugs to fuck anyone who he wants but Wikling was something else and a self proclaimed top. He took his shirt off flexing his water melon pecs and muscles and came over Wikling.

    “You are my prized prey Wik”, as he whispered, his vision blurred but he ignored and stood up but then he felt everything to be spinning around and he fell on bed alongside Wikling.

    ********

  • A Jock’s Fall

    Troy’s life had taken a cruel turn. At 18 he thought he had it made- good looking and a football scholarship ready to go with the top college team in the state. And then it happened. Just one month before graduation he was blindsided on a country road. He staggered out of the car, dazed from the accident when someone jumped him from behind and pressed a chloroform-soaked rag to his mouth. 

    He woke up naked…somewhere. Tied down with his cock in a cage. And men he’d never seen before told him he’d been scouted. Not for football but as a sex slave. He protested of course but he was told a dead body matching his height and weight and age- burned beyond recognition- had been put in the wreck of his car before set ablaze. As far as anyone was concerned he was dead. And now his new life could begin. 

    He was trained mercilessly. The smallest disobedience resulting in an electric rod to his ass or sides. He was subjected to endless water torture to break his mind down. And his cock cage was only ever removed for cleaning under strict supervision, never allowed to get hard. The total removal his ability to cum was what broke him totally. And his kidnappers and trainers were very casual about it- he’d never get hard or cum again. 

    His diet? Well it was optimized to keep his athletic physique. Just enough to maintain his body mass as he was exercised regularly under the watchful eye of a crop wielding overseer. He was given as much water as he wanted but his food was strictly regulated. His body was immaculate and he was always hungry. 

    Three years later…

    The club was rockin’ and Troy was doing his rounds. That’s where he was put to work, by the man who bought him from the slavers who’d kidnapped him. He and a few other boys were to look pretty, dance for the clientele, and let themselves be used by whoever wanted to use them. They were all naked, about the club, watched by armed guards to make sure the slaves knew their place. 

    Troy had already been used three times, marked by three lines made on his left pec with lipstick. He was also covered in body glitter, and his blond pubes had been shaved into a hart and dyed red above his cock cage. His body objectified and put on display. But he’d been broken years ago and walked up to the bar, seeing a fresh face. He leaned against it flirtatiously and smiled- they all had to smile- and addressed the newcomer. 

    “Hey Sir, welcome” he said trying to sound friendly. They got punished with the ball zapper if they weren’t friendly enough. 

    The newcomer in jeans, a polo, and sports jacket looked over and… 

    “Troy?”

    Troy’s heart jumped into his throat, for a moment having some clarity beyond the training and conditioning he’d been put through. 

    “Martin?” 

    Martin, one of the kids Troy had bullied in high school, smiled and laughed. 

    “Oh my god this is too perfect, look at this…” he said as he moved closer and grabbed the caged cock in his hands. No one would stop him. He was a client. It was his right. 

    And Troy? He’d been forced to endure endless humiliations since his kidnapping three years ago but now… now he blushed deep. 

    “Martin… I…” 

    “Shut up, jocktard” Martin snapped. And Troy went quiet. A combination of his own slave training and shock at Martin’s tone. 

    “Thought you died! Can’t say I was sad about that but this…” he smiled. “This is better” he tugged on the cock cage. 

    “Hey remember when you called me a fag all the time?” he added. Troy looked down and Martin pulled on his cock cage. 

    “Ye…yes…” 

    “Well you were right” Martin smirked. He let go of his caged cock only to smack his ass. 

    “Come boy” he barked and grabbed his hand, pulling him along. He’d been taken three times already, but this one… this one made Troy’s stomach turn as he followed Martin through the club to the rooms in the back. 

    “Get on your knees” Martin said as they entered a quiet room way in the back of the club. 

    “Martin I…” 

    “I said shut your mouth jocktard! Obey” 

    Martin was no longer the skinny dweeb he’d bullied but even so, Troy was stronger. Bigger. But he was also broken mentally. And whimpered pathetically as he kneeled. 

    “Listen here muscle bitch” Martin began. “You have no idea how happy this makes me. Your C- average ass was gonna get a full ride because you’re good at some kid’s game? Nah nah… someone decided to make use of you the only way you were really useful. Being a hot piece of ass. All your fucking pride taken away, just here to look pretty and take cock. Only things you’re really useful for.” He slapped Troy across the face and for the first time in three years Troy’s anger took hold and he jumped to his feet. But Martin just raised an eyebrow. 

    “You gonna have a muscle bitch tantrum? Do I need to call in security?” 

    Troy felt his heart racing in his chest, knowing that… that there was no way out. He just… he just fell to his knees. 

    “Martin please, please I’m so sorry. About everything. Please… I just… I just…” 

    He was slapped again. 

    “I don’t care. I’m getting what’s mine,” Martin growled. On the bed, ass up and back arched. Like a good trained slut. This place only buys trained sluts so I know your empty head knows that much at least.” 

    Troy whimpered and crawled onto the bed, assuming a position he’d assumed three times already today… but this one… was different. Martin stripped down and moved behind him, teasing his ass with his cock as he looked down. The muscular body of his jock tormentor conquered and subdued for his pleasure. 

    “This really is all you’re good for,” he said with a smirk. “A hot piece of ass.” 

    Troy said nothing… and just heard Martin spit into his hole… and then it happened. The dweeb he’d bullied through high school pressed his cock against his asshole and forced himself in. 

    Troy gasped and grunted, gripping the pillows and sheets as he was taken. Martin grabbing his slicked back blond hair and yanking as he picked up his pace, grinding and thrusting deeper… slapping his ass and thighs. 

    “Woo boy, that’s it,” he chuckled as he fucked Troy as roughly as he could, “you were a Bronco remember?” he added reminding Troy of his high school football team name. 

    “Gotta ride you like one then!” 

    Troy’s throbbing soft cock rocked in its cage as he was fucked as hard as Martin could, his grip pulling his hair by the roots in the scalp as he yanked his head back. And then his head was driven into the pillows as they muffled his moans and grunts, and Martin came, thrusting firmly in as he filled his bowels with his seed, milking his cock in his asshole firmly, thoroughly. 

    Finally the grip on his hair was gone but Martin barked out the order to stay put with his head down and ass up, and Troy obeyed with a soft whimper. Martin pulled out a stick of lipstick from the nightstand, used to mark the boys’ pecs after each use. But he had a different idea. He wrote “JOCKTARD” out over the small of Troy’s back and then yanked him up by his hair. “Stand” 

    Troy stood, face red with shame as Martin’s seed trickled out of his asshole. The kid he’d stuffed into toilets had just raped him and he couldn’t do anything about it. Martin used the lipstick to check off a forth line on his pec. 

    “There” he said as he slapped his ass again. 

    “Follow me.” 

    Troy, eyes and head lowered, followed him back out to the club.
    “Get to to work,” Martin barked. “I’ve gotta get going. Got an internship through college to interview for. Have a nice life, jocktard.” 

    And with that Troy watched Martin leave the club, off to his future. Whereas Troy’s ass was immediately grabbed by an older, fat drunken businessman. His own future made clear. 

  • A long weekend surprise

    Rhonda called me on Wednesday to check with me about the upcoming Labor Day weekend plans. I told her I would get there sometime Friday night.

    She said they all would be there including 2 of their friends that wanted to join in on the fun and games. Their names were Naomi and Hanna.

    Friday rolled around and I was stuck at work anxious to leave for the cabin. My truck was loaded and ready to go so I could just leave straight from here.

    It was about 10 pm when I finally arrived and they were all sitting around a fire in the fire pit just chilling out.

    As soon as I got out of my truck I was met by Dominique and Carol telling me to get out of my clothes as from now until I leave I would not be wearing any of them.

    I stripped right there in the driveway and they helped me carry everything inside. Then once back outside I was introduced to everyone.

    My cock and ass received many grabs and gropes. I sat down in a chair and opened my first beer. It was great to finally get away for a few days.

    Once we finished our beers we decided to get some sleep. The girls were gathered together discussing something and then they headed into the house.

    Rhonda got me and told me that I would be sleeping with her and Hanna tonight, but not to plan on getting much sleep.

    Then she led me inside by my now hard cock. As soon as we got into the bedroom she pushed me to my knees and slid her cock into my mouth. Hannah stood beside her and they took turns fucking my mouth.

    It didn’t take them long to fill my mouth with their cum. Then we got into bed with me in between them. They told me to expect to be fucked multiple times throughout the night.

    By the time we were settled in Hannah slid her once again hard cock into the crack of my ass and began sliding it up and down, eventually pushing it into my hungry hole.

    She told me to relax as she was going to fuck me long and slow until she filled me with her load. After about 15 minutes of this she held me tight and I felt her cock start pumping its load deep into me.

    As soon as she pulled out Rhonda turned me over and she began fucking me. But she wasn’t slow and easy like Hannah had been, she just drove into me with one hard deep push and began fucking me fast and hard.

    She didn’t last as long as Hannah did. She was soon pumping her load deep inside my hole.

    We all then went to sleep.

    It was almost morning when I felt that familiar feeling of a hard pushing against my hole. Once again Rhonda was horny. It didn’t take much effort before I felt the head pop inside me.

    Apparently this got Hannah horny as well and I was soon being spit roasted by them.

    Once they were satisfied by my hungry mouth and ass we got up and went out to the kitchen. The coffee was already so we grabbed our cups and went out to sit on the deck.

    Pretty soon Dominique came out and told me to go with her, which I did. She took me into the cabins play room. They had set up a sling and a fuck bench in there.

    She had me get on the fuck bench and after strapping me onto it she pushed her cock into my mouth telling to do a good job of getting it hard for her because she wanted to fuck me with it.

    While I was sucking her cock Carol came in with Naomi. Ah they said, so this is where he disappeared to! Dominique told them to line up at my mouth and I would suck them as she fucked me.

    She moved around behind and started running her big black cock up and down the crack of my ass. Just as Naomi pushed her equally large cock into my mouth Dominique pushed hers into my waiting hole.

    Naomi and carol started swapping their cocks in my mouth while Dominique power fucked me from behind.

    It wasn’t long before she was breeding me and then Naomi took her place fucking me. Carol began face fucking me with her cock going into my throat with every thrust.

    When they had all fucked my throat and ass Hannah called us out to breakfast.

    After breakfast we all went down to the lake. The girls wore their bikini’s but I remained naked and at the ready for them to use me as they wanted.

    I was kept busy providing oral service to them for most of the afternoon. When we returned to the cabin it was decided that I would grill some steaks for supper.

    Two of the girls went into town to get what was needed for our meal while I was once again put onto the fuck bench.

    The remaining girls took turns fucking my man pussy and breeding it multiple times before releasing me from it.

    As I made my way back outside to get the grill going the others returned. They asked me if I had just been fucked because it looked like I had cum running down the inside of my thighs.

    I told them yes and they told me to bend over the end of the picnic table so they could have a turn in my ass. And once again here I was filled with hard cocks and more cum.

    When we were all finished eating we just took a break from all the sexual activities for a while and sat around drinking and enjoying each other’s company, until it was time for bed.

    Tonight I would be spending the night with. It turned out that I got a bed all to myself……I thought. However I wouldn’t be alone for long.

    One by one they all came in and gave me a sound breeding. This lasted most of the night.

    The next day was busy with everybody getting ready to leave and go home. Dominique told me that I looked really tired so she would drive me home so I wouldn’t fall asleep at the wheel.

    We were the last to leave and she told me she wanted me to remain naked while she drove. Once we were on the road she told me to make myself useful and suck her cock for her.

    As we drove the 2 hours to my home I spent it with my head in her lap and her cock in my mouth. She would stop me whenever she was getting close and told me she was saving this load for when we got home.

    After pulling into the driveway she took me into my house and pushed me to my knees so I could finish her off right there inside the door.

    She ended up spending the night.

  • A Dirty Trick

    In my wildest dreams, I never imagined Josh Randle, QB of the Varsity Football team, asking me, a nerd twink out on date. Little did I know it would become a nightmare.

    “Hey Josh, I’m in the parking lot of Old Stone trail, just wondering if you’re on your way. Call me back when you get this.” Josh said he’d be here an hour ago, I should have know it was a prank. I’ve left him three voice mails. Him and his friends are probably going to laugh at me and play them in class.

    I start walking to my car when I see Josh pull into the lot in his Ford F150. He parks, and jumps out. “Sorry I’m late Parker, you should have seen the traffic on the highway!” I was so exited he came, that I forgot that it was Saturday Morning, and their was no traffic on my way in.

    “No problem Josh, I’m glad you came.” I bush, seeing Josh, 6″4′, short black hair, tanktop, revealing is excessive chest hair, and his loose basketball shorts, proped up by a massive unerrect cock hiding beneath.

    In comparison, I’m 5″3′, long blonde hair, wearing a white t-shirt and khaki shorts, that show my shaven skinny legs and arms.

    “You want to get on the trail? It will get busy in an hour or two, and I want to beat the crowd.”

    “Sure thing! I’ve never hiked this trail before.”

    We begin on the trail, “I’ve been here a few times, the forest is beautiful this time of year, and the incline provides a nice challenge.” 

    As we go up the trail, Josh goes on and on about the trail, explaining the sites around us. I try to awkwardly compliment him on his hot body, but he seems to just ignore me. 

    “This is one of my favorites, the old supply shed, it might not seem like much, and it not, but it old collapsed structures like this have so much character!” He goes off trail, walking toward what was clearly once a building, but was now little more than a single wall with holes in it, and rubble, “Come on Parker, let’s check it out.”

    Not knowing any better, I follow him. Josh leans down, looking through one of the larger holes, “Dude, look at this!”

    Out of curiosity and a desire for approval, I lean down in front of the hole. Suddenly, I feel Josh’s two large hands push me through the hole. My arms go through the hole, and my legs are suspended off the grounds. Josh laughs loudly behind me.

    “You dumb fag, you actually thought I wanted to go out with you,? What was that about my ‘strong arms,’ my ‘sharp chin,” and ‘nice outfit?’ You stared at my cock for half our hike!” Josh continued to laugh.

    “It’s not funny Josh, I’m stuck! Get me out, I promise not to look at you again!” I kick my legs, and try to pry myself out with my arms, but I’m took weak.

    “Too late faggot, time for you to get what you always wanted!” I feel just pull my shorts and briefs down with one swift move. My shaven butt, virgin hole, and soft 3 inch dick are exposed to the cool autumn air.

    “Please Josh, let me out!”

    “Wow, you even shave your ass Crack? You faggot where!” I hear slurp from him licking something, then without warning I feel two big wet finger plunge knuck deep in my tight hole. I can’t help but let out a moan. I had had more the three of my skinny fingers in my hole, and two of his finger are bigger than any I’ve ever taken, “I knew you’d like it!” 

    I continue to moan out of my control as he roughly fingers my hole. My dick hardens to a skinny 5 inches. “You slut, you really want it don’t you?”

    “Please, no!”

    “Shut up fag!” He pulls his fingers out of my hole, and for a moment I foolishly think it’s over. I hear him grunt, and drag over a large brick. I hear him remove his shorts. 

    “Don’t, I’m a virgin!” Without mercy I feel his cock plung deep inside of me. I scream and begin to cry. His cock must be 10 inches, and it is being rambed in and out of me, and he slaps my ass.

    “Take it you fag whore!” My dick bounces between off the wall repeatedly, as my little hole is being demolished. The stimulation is too much, and I cum on the wall. “You sick whore, cumming from being ass-raped.”

    I suddenly feel something filling my insides, as Josh releases a massive load inside of me. I think it over, but he doesn’t stop, he keeps punishing my hole, “St-stop” I muster weakly through the tears, but he keeps going. Another massive load is shot deep inside of me.

    Josh pulls his cock out of me. I hang my head, releaved that it was over. After several minutes without hearing or feeling anything though, I get worried, “Josh? Josh!? You there? Please let me out.” I keep crying out but no avail. After what feels like an hour I give up, I feel Josh’s cum flow out of my hole, and trickle down my leg.

    A while later I head a voice from the trail, “No way man, look at that!” Another voice responds, “No way, it’s one of those exhibitionist fags! They wait along trails like these to get fucked by strange men.” “Sick dude!” I hear the two men head towards me.

    “Please help. I’m stuck!”

    I hear laughs, and a finger go up my ass. It’s smaller than one of Josh’s fingers, but the open air and drying cum has made my sensitive, as I loudly moan. “Dude, he really wants it!” I hear one of then unzip their pants.

    “Please, stop! I’m really stuck.” They go silent for a moment, but one of them pipes up, “Chill dude, they like to act like they are getting raped, it adds to their sick pleasure.”

    Suddenly I feel a cock plunge into my hole, dry without any prep. It roughly goes in and out of my tight hole, rubbing it raw. For some reason this makes me hard. Even though the dick is smaller, without lube it’s more stimulating. After a few minutes he groans and shoots his load inside of me.

    The first guy takes his dick out of my ass, but then I hear another pair of pants unzip, and an absolutely massive cock plunges into me. It must be 12 inches, but it isn’t a thick as Josh’s cock. With the last guys cum acting as lube, the massive cock destroys my hole. The sensitivity from the raw dogging, and my dick once again bouncing against the wall work against me. My dick explodes with cum, as the two guys high five and laugh. 

    The second guys pulls out, leaving my once tight hole gaping, and I feel his warm cum coat my ass. I remain silently crying as the two men walk away. I stay silent for hours, even as I hear people pass and whisper on the path. As the sun begins to set I hear what must be a dozen sets of feet approach me, and several stifled laughs. 

    Suddenly I see Josh and 4 other Jocks approach from the other side of the wall. “Damn Josh, you really tore his ass up!” “It wasn’t all me, it looks like he met a few friends.” The boys laugh. “You want out, fag?” One of the guys graps my chin and make me look at him. “Please me and the boys, and we might let you out.”

    I sniffle, and muster “O-okay.” The guys unzip their pants and I start stroking their cocks. I suddenly feel something cold being poured down my butt crack, and a cock being forced inside of me. As my ass starts to be pounded, Josh steps up on the rubble, grabs my head, and forces all 10 inches down my throat. I gag I can’t breathe, and my ass is being destroyed by what must be a 8 inch incredibly thick cock. I almost pass out, as they each take turns facefucking and ass-raping me. I cum 5 times from the over stimulation.

    Something changes in me, I stop crying. My mind can only focus on the cocks. I vigorously suck off anyone in front of me, I eagerly jack off any cocks I can reach, and I desperately grind against whatever is inside of me. I cum without even bumping into the wall, twice. The jocks tire out, and Josh pulls me out of the wall. As I am on my knees in front of him, without thought, I grab is cock and put it in my mouth. Josh slaps me to the ground, “Stupid fag! You beg to get out of the rape wall, just to suck my dick! Let’s get out of here.” The group of jocks get dressed and jog away. 

    As I kneel on the ground, I see that me short are gone, and my briefs are drenched in cum, as am I. I pick up the briefs and sniff them deeply, it turns me on. I stroke my cock with them, thinking about the men that raped me. I cum into the underwear, before putting them on. I muster the strength to walk back to the car. I pass by a middle-aged couple that look at me like I’m insane. Seeing the older man look digusted at me i get hard again. I stop a little while later on the path, and jack off while wearing the underwear. The briefs cant get much more soaked, and the stench of cum overwhelms the path. Once I get back to my car, I find my short on the hood, with my phone inside. 

    I call Josh, but it goes straight to voice mail, “Hey Josh, it’s Parker, let me know if you want to go on another “date.’”

  • The Relationship between Aayansh and Tom

    To begin this story, this is my very first story ever written, so please let me know in the comments if you liked it.

    This story is about two guys, who have a gay relationship, not an ordinary vanilla relationship you hear a lot about, but a special one. In this case, they have a BDSM relationship, which means they have a strict separation of roles and responsibilities. The so-called Dominant in the relationship is the Top, which is also the one who never gets fucked but only gets fucked, the other role is the so-called submissive he is in the relationship the bottom, which is the one who never gets fucked but only gets fucked. 

    Introduction

    Of course, before we really get started with the story, we need to introduce the main characters:

    • Name: Thomas Barrow
    • Age: 31 years old
    • Height: 1m 82
    • Weight: 78 kg
    • Hair colour: blonde
    • Skin colour: white

    Short description: Tom is a big British gay man, he is a natural leader and loves small dark submissive gay boys.

    He is the Dominant in the story.

    The other main character in the story:

    • Name: Aayansh Johnson
    • Age: 19 years old
    • Height: 1m 62
    • Weight: 57 kg
    • Hair colour: black
    • Skin colour: dark brown

    Brief description: Aayansh was born in India, and was adopted by British parents hence his surname Johnson. He is a small dark Gay boy, he is naturally a friendly and sociable person. Aayansh is not a leader, he is always very submissive. He is a total bottom slut and very submissive. He always wears sexy beautiful clothes. He has a very dark complexion.

    The two men both work in a posh clothes shop in the heart of London, Tom is the owner of the shop and Aayansh is an employee of Tom.

    They got to know each other there, which is where Tom discovered that Aayansh really liked that orders were given very clearly and that hierarchy is precisely something Aayansh values. Tom also soon noticed that Aayansh clearly looked at Tom in a sexual way which soon made Tom take the first step.

    After a long evening working in the posh clothes shop, Tom asked if Aayansh wanted to go for a drink together, at a bar in the famous Soho neighbourhood. Aayansh cheerfully agreed to this, and they went for a drink together.

    During the evening, Tom bluntly asked if Aayansh was gay and if he liked him. Aayansh answered both questions in the affirmative and they soon started kissing. They asked for the bill, Tom paid the bill, and then they left the pub.

    Tom took Aayansh to his flat in central London, it was a beautifully large and high-rise flat with huge windows through which you could look out beautifully over the city. Tom invited Aayansh to make himself comfortable on the nice big sofa, Tom sat down next to him and soon started kissing and stripped Aayansh of his nice blouse and started sucking on Aayansh nipples and took off Aayansh’s trousers.

    Then Tom took off all his clothes and stood in front of Aayansh with his giant thick and long cock and held it in front of Aayansh’s mouth. Aayansh immediately understood the hint and enthusiastically started taking the big lump in his mouth and started sucking with great pleasure.

    Tom meanwhile took off Aayansh’s pants, then Tom immediately noticed that Aayansh does have a remarkably small dick, very thin and quite short really typical of an Asian boy, rock hard though!

    This is in contrast to his own penis, which is really gigantic; it can’t fit a normal condom, size 64 is necessary or it won’t fit, so it’s really thick.

    Aayansh suddenly felt embarrassed when Tom saw his tiny little dick, but Tom just laughed and said that he had seen many dicks like that before. But Tom thinks it’s just great because after all, a bottom doesn’t have to do anything with his dick.

    Tom noticed that Aayansh needed a bit of training in how to suck cock. He sucked really well, he just needed a bit more practice.

    Aayansh was obviously delighted, he had longed for such a situation for a long time and now he was going to fulfil his dreams.

    Tom told Aayansh that he would take care of everything and that he should just do as he was told. Aayansh agreed and after some more kissing and sucking, Tom stopped Aayansh because he didn’t want to come yet, he wanted to fuck Aayansh in his boy pussy.

    He took him to his bedroom where there was a huge king-size bed with beautiful wardrobes with mirrors around it. Tom put Aayansh on his back on the bed and Aayansh pulled his legs up and got ready. Tom grabbed a condom and put a lot of lube on it and also put some on Aayansh’s boy pussy and very slowly inserted his penis into Aayansh’s ass, he did it very carefully and took his time because he knew that he has a very big cock and Aayansh is really a very petite Asian boy who can’t really have it without preparation. But Tom was so horny and Aayansh, it worked.

    Tom started to pick up the pace and started to fuck Aayansh hard in the ass, Aayansh’s little cock was super stiff all the time, and at one point Aayansh started to jerk off. Tom saw this and was not happy and held Aayansh’s hand and stopped him, with his other hand Tom slapped Aayansh’s testicles hard. Aayansh moaned loudly and his dick moved violently, Tom slapped the testicles hard 3 more times and then the dick went limp. Tom was satisfied and continued fucking. Not long after, Tom almost came, he pulled his penis out of Aayansh’s tight boy pussy, removed the condom and squirted in the pretty boy’s face. Tom left and went to the bathroom to freshen up and came back a little later to find Aayansh still on his back on the bed as if frozen. Tom said to Aayansh, “Now it’s your turn, you can come too” and Aayansh quickly jerked off and came.

    Aayansh then went to freshen up a bit and went into the living room where Tom was waiting for him on the sofa.

    They sat and talked about what had just happened and Tom told Aayansh that he really thought he was a beautiful and sweet boy and that he found him very attractive.

    Tom told Aayansh about his sexual preferences, that he is a strict top and that it is of utmost importance to him that the bottom is there only for the pleasure of the top and that his own pleasure is irrelevant.

    Aayansh heard this and could agree with this, pointing out that he is actually a very submissive bottom and that he is all about the dominant.

    Start of a love story and big changes

    Tom asked Aayansh if he wanted a relationship and Aayansh said he very much did. They soon made plans to move in together. Aayansh was still living with his (adoptive) parents in a suburb of London. Tom decided to visit them and make arrangements to get Aayansh out of his life as soon as possible.

    They planned to meet next week when Tom would bring Aayansh to his flat. Tom told Aayansh to prepare for the next few days. That he would be trained like an obedient boy and he would have to learn how to behave like a good boy.

    As the day of their meeting approached, Aayansh felt both nervous and excited. He had never lived with a partner before and the prospect of being trained to be an obedient boy excited him greatly.

    When Tom arrived at Aayansh’s parents’ house, he introduced himself as Aayansh’s partner and told them that they would be moving in together. He explained that Aayansh would continue to work with him in his clothes shop.

    They decided to live together in Tom’s flat.

    Tom had arranged for a moving van to be parked outside and he and Aayansh quickly packed up his belongings and loaded them into the van. Aayansh said goodbye to his parents and they set off.

    When they arrived at Tom’s beautiful apartment, Tom wasted no time in starting Aayansh’s training. He told Aayansh that he would no longer be allowed to wear normal underwear and that he would only be allowed to wear the sexy G-strings that Tom had bought for him. He also told Aayansh that he would be responsible for all the household chores along with the maid and that he would have to learn how to serve his master properly.

    Tom laid down strict rules for Aayansh to follow and punished him severely whenever he disobeyed. Aayansh quickly learned to fear and respect Tom’s authority and worked hard to please him in every way.

    Aayansh was expected to be available for Tom’s pleasure at all times and was not allowed to refuse any of his requests. Tom also taught Aayansh how to address him properly, using words like “Master” and “Sir”.

    Tom closely monitored Aayansh’s progress, making sure he was improving and behaving like a good boy. Aayansh was rewarded with affection and praise when he did well, but also severely punished when he misbehaved.

    Despite the strictness of their relationship, Aayansh was happy to live with Tom and serve him as his obedient boy. They were both deeply in love and enjoyed a rich and fulfilling sex life, with Tom taking full control and dominating Aayansh completely. Aayansh was rewarded with affection and praise when he did well, but also severely punished when he misbehaved.

    As time passed, Aayansh became more submissive and Tom’s control over him grew stronger. They continued to live together in their happy and loving D/s relationship, with Tom training and disciplining Aayansh when necessary, and Aayansh serving him obediently and willingly.

    The two have sex often, both are very sexually active. Aayansh loves being fucked by Tom and Tom loves having Aayansh’s mouth and cock around his dick.

    It’s a happy life for both of them.

    After a day at work they both go home, Tom is super horny and wants to fuck Aayansh, he picks Aayansh up and puts him on the bed and quickly grabs a condom and pushes his penis into Aayansh’s tight anus and starts fucking.

    Aayansh’s penis is rock hard again, much to Tom’s chagrin, he gives Aayansh’s testicles a few cracking slaps and soon Aayansh’s dick goes limp again.

    Tom turns Aayansh over and takes him doggy style, just before he cums he pulls out and takes off the condom and cums in Aayansh’s face.

    Tom tells Aayansh that they are going to have a shower together and then go out for dinner.

    They arrive at a nice restaurant that Tom has booked for the evening, they sit down and are served the most delicious food, during dinner Tom asks Aayansh if he will leave everything to Tom from now on, i.e. financially but also in everything that is decided in and about his life.

    Tom explains to Aayansh that he has his best interests at heart and that he is madly in love with him, that he wants a full Dominant vs. Submissive relationship where the submissive is subservient to the dominant.

    Aayansh starts to glow all over and immediately agrees without thinking about it, not even about the far-reaching consequences this decision will have.

    The morning after the big decision day what happens next?

    The next morning, a beautiful Thursday in July, they go to the bank together, where they make Tom co-owner of Aayansh’s account and Tom gets a debit card from the bank. Aayansh has to give Tom his own debit card, which he puts in the safe, along with Aayansh’s passport, which also goes in the safe. Then they go to a notary and draw up an official document in which Aayansh declares that from now on Tom Barrow will have full decision-making power and that from now on Aayansh Johnson is not allowed to do anything without Tom’s permission. After the document has been signed, a copy is given to the notary who keeps a record of it.

    They then go to a sex shop, where Tom tells the shop assistant that he is looking for a chastity belt for his beautiful boy, pointing to Aayansh. The shop assistant looks at Aayansh, grins and says, “Definitely a small one, isn’t it? Definitely a typical Asian small dick?” to which Tom laughs and says “That’s right yes haha, and from now on always a flaccid dick too”.

    The shop assistant escorts both men to the back of the shop and shows Tom some chastity belts, he chooses a nice pink one and tells Aayansh to take off his trousers and pants and put the chastity belt on immediately.

    Tom takes the chastity belt and puts it on Aayansh, locks it with the little key and puts it in his pocket. He tells Aayansh to get dressed again, Tom pays and they leave the shop.

    After leaving the sex shop, Tom and Aayansh return to Tom’s apartment. Tom tells Aayansh that from now on he will be locked in the chastity belt at all times unless he gets permission to take it off. Aayansh agrees and is excited at the thought of being under Tom’s complete control.

    Tom then begins to give Aayansh a tour of the apartment, showing him where everything is and giving him instructions on how to carry out certain tasks. Aayansh takes notes and tries his best to remember everything.

    Over the next few weeks, Tom continues to train Aayansh, teaching him how to serve him properly and attend to his every need. Aayansh is happy to do whatever Tom asks and feels fulfilled in his new submissive role.

    As time goes by, Tom and Aayansh’s relationship deepens and they become more devoted to each other. Aayansh feels grateful to have found someone who understands and accepts him for who he is, and Tom feels fulfilled in his role as Aayansh’s dominant and protector.

    Overall, they continue to live a happy and fulfilling life together, exploring their desires and strengthening their bond as a dominant and submissive couple.

    They have a day off today, Tom’s clothes shop is open but they are running the shop today without the owner Tom and Aayansh who is just an employee, the other employees are in the shop today.

    So instead of working they go to the salon, Tom tells the assistant that he wants her to give Aayansh a feminine haircut, Aayansh’s hair is quite long and falls well over her ears. Tom also tells her to do Aayansh’s nails and eyebrows.

    After an hour, Aayansh is done, he looks great, nicely cut, his nails neat and his eyebrows very sharp. Tom now takes Aayansh to a beauty salon where Tom tells the employee that all hair, except on Aayansh’s head, needs to be completely removed.

    She immediately starts waxing and shaving. After a while, Aayansh’s body is nice and smooth and Tom pays the bill.

    The day is almost over and Tom now takes Aayansh to a nice men’s underwear shop, here Tom picks out some very sexy and tight little G-strings for Aayansh and charges, he tells Aayansh that all his old pants have been thrown away and from now on Aayansh will only wear sexy G-strings.

    They arrive home and the maid is in the house, a slightly older woman called Linda, she always does the laundry and cleans the house. Tom had instructed Linda to throw away all of Aayansh’s trousers.

    Linda then left and went home, she comes to the house every other day.

    Tom and Aayansh are sitting in the living room, Tom asks Aayansh if he has any questions, Aayansh says that he doesn’t, he is happy to obey Tom.

    Aayansh is very happy with his new G-strings and he loves them, he doesn’t understand why he used to wear normal briefs, these are much nicer.

    Tom has now decided, now that they have been together for three months, that they will no longer use condoms, of course, they both tested them first and everything was fine.

    Tom is now very horny and wants to fuck Aayansh for the first time now that he has his chastity belt and is wearing it today while Aayansh’s little cock remains limp.

    And Tom is eager to finally squirt his seed into Aayansh’s boy pussy, so he takes Aayansh into the bedroom, lays him on his back and pushes his big cock into Aayansh’s mouth so that he first gives him a nice suck. Then Tom takes it out of his mouth, grabs some lube and starts fucking Aayansh hard in his boy pussy. After a while, Tom comes and squirts himself empty.

    Then Tom grabs another small package and gives it to Aayansh, telling him to unwrap it, it contains a butt plug. Tom gave Aayansh a butt plug and told him to keep it in for the rest of the evening so that Tom’s sperm would stay in Aayansh’s boy pussy. Tom’s aim was to reinforce the power dynamic in their relationship and further assert his dominance over Aayansh.

    They have a pizza delivered and have a nice dinner and go to bed.

    Just before they got to sleep, Tom took the butt plug out of Aayansh’s anus and inserted his penis to have sex with him again. After a while, Tom ejaculated inside Aayansh’s anus, filling it with his semen

    They go to sleep.

    Friday is the party night right?

    Okay, continuing from the next day (Friday)…

    Tom wants Aayansh to start wearing his new G-strings, he also tells Aayansh to keep his whole body free of any body hair by shaving or waxing.

    Aayansh does as he is told, he is very happy and excited about being forced to wear sexy little G-strings, and he is also very happy that he can now be fucked by Tom without using a condom.

    It’s lunchtime and Tom tells Aayansh that he wants him to stay in the shop for a while, he needs to get something from a shop. He leaves and goes to another part of town to prepare a surprise.

    Aayansh sits and watches the customers come and go. About 15 minutes later he sees Tom coming, he smiles at Aayansh and tells him to follow him.

    Tom takes Aayansh into the changing room and closes the door, takes off his clothes and puts on a sexy little black leather outfit.

    He pulls down Aayansh’s shorts and chastity belt and tells Aayansh to strip naked. Aayansh takes off his G-string and stands there naked and vulnerable, his limp little cock dangling between his legs.

    Tom now takes out some lube and rubs it all over his cock, then takes out Aayansh’s butt plug, removes it and replaces it with his cock.

    Aayansh feels a slight pain when Tom’s cock enters his ass, but he soon gets used to it.

    Now Tom starts fucking Aayansh’s boy pussy hard, he fucks him for a long time until he cums in Aayansh’s boy pussy. Tom instructs Aayansh to put his butt plug back in to keep his boy pussy ready for action.

    Tom then leaves the room and goes back to the shop, he returns after a while with two ladies, at least they look like ladies, but in reality, they are feminized boys wearing women’s clothes.

    One of the ‘girls’ is a friend of Tom’s, ‘she’ is dressed in a sexy little maid outfit, ‘she’ is also holding a tray with a glass of wine, ‘she’ is followed by ‘her’ friend who is also dressed in a sexy little maid outfit, ‘she’ is also holding a tray with a glass of wine.

    They are both very sexy and beautiful-looking ‘women’.

    Tom tells Aayansh to serve the customers in the shop with drinks, he goes behind the bar and serves them. This is all because there’s a party in the shop because Tom’s clothing shop is celebrating its 12.5-year anniversary today.

    Then Tom orders Aayansh to go with him to his little office at the back of the shop, he gets some more lube and starts fucking Aayansh’s boy pussy again.

    After a while, Tom cums and squirts Aayansh’s ass full of his cum and puts the butt plug back in.

    Aayansh kneels in front of Tom and takes his cock in his mouth, he sucks on the cock that was in his ass a few moments ago, he had to clean it properly.

    After this, both Tom and Aayansh leave the party and go back to their apartment where they live together.

    Tom and Aayansh entered their flat and sat on the sofa together.

    Tom told Aayansh that he had made an appointment with a doctor for tomorrow morning to have a look at Aayansh’s body. After this, they went to their bedroom and went to sleep.

    Tom arranged a doctor’s appointment

    The next day they went to the doctor, his name is Dr Stein, he told Aayansh to take off his clothes and lie down on the table. Tom went to Aayansh and removed his chastity so that his penis and testicles were ‘free’ for Dr Stein to inspect.

    Tom had made this appointment because he wanted to make permanent changes to Aayansh’s body and wanted to keep track of the progress, so the doctor took some measurements. He measured the size of Aayansh’s flaccid cock, the size of his testicles, the size of his hips and the size of his chest. And several other measurements.

    Then the doctor massaged Aayansh’s dick to induce an erection so that he could measure the size of Aayansh’s dick when it was fully erect.

    The doctor wrote everything down and showed the figures to Tom without showing them to Aayansh, because of course they didn’t matter to him, because he doesn’t have a say, his friend Tom does, so he needs to know.

    Dr Stein then gave Aayansh two injections, one a testosterone blocker and the other an oestrogen injection. The aim of these injections is to make Aayansh impotent and change his body so that his skin is softer and his hips are bigger. If all goes well, Aayansh will no longer need to wear his chastity device because his dick will always be limp.

    Dr Stein explained that this was a permanent change and as Aayansh had been wearing a chastity belt for a long time, it would take less than 3 months for Aayansh’s dick to become completely limp.

    After a short while Dr Stein, who was checking Aayansh’s body after administering the injections to his body, told Tom that the injections had worked perfectly and that now Aayansh would become a man permanently without a working dick and that he would get bigger hips and maybe small breasts.

    He also said that the transformation process was irreversible and once Aayansh’s cock did not get hard even when stimulated, it would be his permanent state.

    Dr Stein also gave Tom two bottles of pills, these were testosterone blockers and the other oestrogen hormones in high doses to speed up the transformation process. For the next 4 weeks.

    The injections and pills given to Aayansh by Dr. Stein have life-changing consequences for his body and sexual function. The testosterone blocker injection will reduce Aayansh’s levels of testosterone, which will lead to a decrease in his sex drive and may cause his testicles to shrink over time. The estrogen injection will increase the levels of estrogen in Aayansh’s body, which will result in the development of more feminine characteristics, such as softer skin, bigger hips, and possibly even small breasts.

    Combined with the pills Dr Stein gave Tom, these changes will eventually render Aayansh impotent as his testosterone levels will be severely reduced and his body will have been feminized. This means that Aayansh will no longer be able to achieve an erection or ejaculate, and his body will have been permanently transformed into a more feminine form.

    The consequences of these changes are significant and will affect Aayansh’s sex life and physical appearance for the rest of his life.

    After that, Aayansh got dressed again and they went home.

    After the doctor’s visit, Tom and Aayansh returned to their apartment. Aayansh was excited about what was to come, knowing that the next step would be for him to continue his transformation.

    They went into the bedroom and Aayansh expressed his desire to be fucked by Tom again. Tom said that he wanted to remove the chastity device from Aayansh’s cock to give him the chance to have a hard cock, probably for the last time. He then took off his trousers and underwear and told Aayansh to bend over the bed. Tom put some lube on his finger and started playing with Aayansh’s asshole. Aayansh moaned a little when he felt the tip of Tom’s finger enter his anus, and he relaxed, allowing Tom to stick his finger in his ass.

    After a while, Tom removed his finger, lubricated his cock, and inserted it into Aayansh’s tight ass. Aayansh moaned loudly, trying to relax his muscles. His anal canal was very tight for Tom’s cock, so it hurt a bit. After a few minutes, Tom pushed his cock deeper into Aayansh’s ass. Aayansh moaned louder and then said “Oh God yes! That feels so good, please fuck me harder!”

    After hearing this, Tom fucked Aayansh faster and faster. He pulled his cock out and put it back into Aayansh’s ass. He rammed his cock deep into Aayansh, and they both came at the same time.

    It is likely that this was the last time Aayansh would experience a natural erection and ejaculation, as the hormone treatment he received from the doctor was aimed at making him permanently impotent.

    When they had finished, Tom stopped fucking Aayansh and lay down on the bed. Aayansh moved over and kissed him passionately. He then grabbed Tom’s cock and started licking it clean after he had just fucked it in his boy pussy. They cuddled and talked about their day and what would happen next.

    4 weeks later, visiting Dr. Stein

    4 weeks later in the morning, they went to the fancy clothing store owned by Tom.

    They reached the shop and Aayansh went to work, many customers noticed the changes in Aayansh’s body, and they told him that his skin looked very nice. And some customers even told him that they noticed that he had wider hips, and they complimented him.

    Tom noticed this too, he told Aayansh to come to the store’s warehouse. When Aayansh arrived, Tom asked Aayansh to strip naked, he wanted to inspect Aayansh. He said, “Wow, these hormones are working very well, you’re getting a female body shape, your butt is bigger and your hips are bigger”, good progress.

    He touched Aayansh’s nipples, they are much more sensitive now, right? Then he asked Aayansh if he liked these changes, and Aayansh replied “I love it”.

    Then Tom told Aayansh that he would have to wear the chastity belt for a while longer, at least until we went back to see Dr Stein.

    Aayansh was upset because he thought that once the hormones had done their job, he wouldn’t need to wear the device anymore, but Tom explained that he wanted to wait until the doctor had checked everything.

    Aayansh was horny throughout the day, he couldn’t control himself, and he was constantly touching his penis and balls.

    But he was always restrained by the chastity belt, he tried to pull his dick out, but nothing happened.

    Tom took Aayansh back to the doctor, Dr Stein. He wanted to measure the progress of Aayansh’s feminization. When they arrived, Dr Stein asked Aayansh to strip naked, Tom unlocked the chastity belt.

    Dr. Stein measured the progress of Aayansh’s feminization by taking various body measurements and checking his hormone levels.

    The measured for example the flaccid penis and the testicles, and then he measured the hips and the waist and the chest and the bottom.

    Then we focused his attention on Aayansh’s penis and continued to stimulate the penis, but the penis remained flaccid, it couldn’t get hard.

    Dr. Stein was pleased with the progress and noted that Aayansh’s penis remained limp and he was completely impotent. He prescribed a new dose of pills for Aayansh to take every day to keep the amount of female hormones high and the male hormones as low as possible. He wrote everything down on the computer and showed it to Tom, showing him the great progress that had been made. Tom smiled and was very pleased with the results.

    Dr Stein asked Tom if he wanted a full transformation of Aayansh into a woman, but Tom said he didn’t want that, he wanted a boy, not a girl, but the boy couldn’t be masculine, he had to be feminine, so this transformation so far was good.

    He told Tom that Aayansh no longer needed the chastity belt because he couldn’t get an erection.

    Aayansh’s body continued to change over the next two months. His penis became smaller, his testicles shrank and became useless, and his body hair stopped growing as much. His skin became much smoother, his waist slimmer, his hips bigger and his butt much rounder. His face became softer, his jawline thinner and his lips larger.

    As the hormone therapy continued, Aayansh’s body became more feminine and his masculine features faded. He became more submissive and compliant, always eager to please Tom and fulfil his every desire.

    They went to bed to sleep; they had had a hard day.

    Party at the shop and a steamy sauna visit

    The next day, Tom and Aayansh wake up in Tom’s flat. They have a lazy morning in bed before getting ready for work. Aayansh is excited to wear his new outfit, a tight pink blouse and pretty pink trainers, that Tom had picked out for him the day before.

    They arrive at the luxury clothes shop, and Tom goes to his office to do the administrative work. Aayansh heads to the shop to help the customers. As he greets the first customer, Aayansh notices that they are staring at him in awe. Aayansh feels proud and confident, knowing that he looks beautiful and sexy in his new outfit.

    The day goes by quickly, with Aayansh assisting many customers and Tom taking care of the shop’s operations. At the end of the day, Tom surprises Aayansh by taking him to a high-end restaurant for dinner. As usual, he took charge of choosing the restaurant and ordering the food and drinks. The waiter was unsurprised by Tom’s authoritative demeanour, having witnessed it on many previous occasions.

    After a delicious dinner, the two lovers went back to Tom’s flat in the heart of central London, they collapsed on the couch, and soon Tom was undressing and ordering Aayansh to perform oral sex on him.

    After a while, a little later in the evening, around 9 o’clock, it’s Friday night, Tom decides to go to the gay sauna.

    Here Tom will share Aayansh with other men for the first time, Tom does not ask Aayansh if he wants to, because it does not matter anyway, his will is the law.

    They arrive at the gay sauna, Tom gives the attendant the entrance fee, and Aayansh and Tom go into the changing room together.

    Tom takes off all his clothes and is completely naked, a towel wrapped around his waist.

    Tom hands Aayansh a jockstrap and tells him to put it on, which is a pair of underpants where the buttocks are exposed and fully accessible and the cock is just covered and therefore not visible.

    Tom gave Aayansh a jockstrap to wear because it emphasizes his boy pussy, which is important to Tom since Aayansh’s penis no longer has any sexual function. The jockstrap leaves Aayansh’s bottom exposed and fully accessible while covering his penis, which is no longer important for sexual activities.

    Tom does not give Aayansh a towel either, and Aayansh and Tom walk out of the changing room towards the general sauna area.

    They go to the dry sauna first.

    In the dry sauna, Tom and Aayansh are joined by five other men who are older than Aayansh. The men are all naked, while Aayansh is almost naked, wearing only his jockstrap. Tom introduces Aayansh to the other men as his boyfriend and as a little boy who does as he is told. The guys continue to talk to each other without involving Aayansh in the conversation, Tom orders Aayansh to get on his knees and suck his dick while he continues to talk to the others.

    Tom orders Aayansh to perform oral sex on him while he talks to the other men in the sauna. The other men are also naked and appear to be tops with big cocks.

    They all start talking to Tom and soon Tom tells them that they, Aayansh and Tom are together and that he is Aayansh’s boyfriend and that Aayansh is his little boy who does what he is told.

    It looks like the other guys in the dry sauna they are now in are all tops too, they look like masculine guys and have big cocks.

    Aayansh feels a little uncomfortable now that there are so many people in the sauna and they can see his almost completely naked body. But he is happy to know that they still find him attractive.

    They begin to touch and feel Aayansh’s body, and he is uncomfortable at first but eventually begins to enjoy the attention. Eventually, the men take turns having sex with Aayansh, who is happy to be used as a toy. Tom watches with a sense of pride, knowing that he has made Aayansh a submissive and enjoys seeing the men use his body for their pleasure.

    After a while, the men take turns having sex with Aayansh, passing him around like a toy. Aayansh loves being used in this way, while Tom feels a sense of pride knowing that he has successfully made Aayansh a submissive and obedient toy for the pleasure of other men. Eventually, the men finish and leave the sauna, leaving Aayansh and Tom alone.

    Tom decides to leave the dry sauna.

    Tom then takes Aayansh to the steam room. The steam room is often where the more explicit things happen, there is also a maze where the gay men have fun with each other.

    Aayansh and Tom enter and Tom pushes Aayansh’s head down and pushes his big cock into Aayansh’s mouth. As Tom does this, Aayansh pushes his ass backwards and invites other horny men to join in.

    After a short while 6 other men, all around Tom’s age, obviously all tops, start fingering Aayansh’s boy pussy. Tom removes his penis from Aayansh’s mouth and offers Aayansh’s mouth to the other men. This does not fall on deaf ears and two men take turns being sucked by Aayansh. While Aayansh is sucking the strange men, Tom starts fucking Aayansh in his very tight boy pussy, after a while Tom squirts his cum deep into Aayansh’s ass. Almost immediately Aayansh feels another big cock being pushed into his boy pussy, this time with a condom, which Aayansh is obviously unaware of, but Tom has paid close attention, safety first.

    It appears that after the first man finishes, he is quickly replaced by another man who also begins thrusting into Aayansh’s boy pussy. This continues for a while, with different men taking turns having sex with Aayansh. Tom remains present, holding Aayansh’s head and pushing his penis into Aayansh’s mouth so he can continue to suck on it while being penetrated. Some men even take multiple turns having sex with Aayansh. It seems that Aayansh is enjoying this experience as he is eager to invite other men to join in and is not protesting or trying to stop the sexual activities.

    As more men join the party, Aayansh is passed around and used by the group for their pleasure. Some men choose to penetrate him anally, while others opt for oral sex. A few men even take turns using both of Aayansh’s holes at the same time. The men become more and more aggressive, taking turns fucking him harder and harder, while Tom watches with satisfaction, pleased with how far he has pushed Aayansh’s limits. Aayansh is overwhelmed by the attention but feels a sense of fulfilment in being used by so many men at once.

    Tom leads Aayansh to the shower area, where they take a refreshing shower together. As they wash each other, Tom tells Aayansh how proud he is of him for being such a good submissive and pleasing all the men in the steam room. Aayansh feels happy and satisfied knowing that he has pleased Tom.

    After the shower, they dry themselves and return to the room. Tom hands Aayansh a towel and orders him to dry himself while he sits on the bed. Aayansh obediently complies and quickly dries himself.

    Tom then orders Aayansh to give him a blowjob. Aayansh gets down on his knees and starts sucking Tom’s big cock, using his mouth and tongue to pleasure Tom’s sensitive areas.

    As Tom moans with pleasure, he tells Aayansh that he wants to fuck him in the ass. Aayansh eagerly agrees and says he wants to be fucked by Tom.

    Tom gets Aayansh down on all fours and admires the view of his boy pussy. He doesn’t need any lubrication as Aayansh has been used so much in the steam room. Tom enters Aayansh’s boy pussy and starts fucking him hard.

    Aayansh moans and groans with pleasure as Tom pounds him harder and harder. After a few minutes, Tom reaches his orgasm and cums deep inside Aayansh’s ass. He then massages Aayansh’s prostate, which brings him to have an orgasm, even though he is impotent due to the hormone treatment.

    Aayansh is grateful to Tom for giving him this pleasure and thanks him. Tom smiles and kisses Aayansh, telling him how much he loves him. They cuddle for a few minutes before getting dressed and going home.

    Aayansh curled up in bed next to Tom and soon fell asleep.

    A beautiful Saturday morning breakfast with a special taste 

    The next morning, a beautiful sunny Saturday morning, Aayansh is preparing a nice breakfast in the beautiful kitchen of Tom’s flat. He finishes cooking and takes the tray into the bedroom where Tom is still asleep. Aayansh puts the tray on the floor and gets back into bed. He takes Tom’s flaccid penis in his mouth and starts sucking on it, waking Tom from his sleep. Tom slowly wakes up and moans with pleasure as he orgasms in Aayansh’s mouth.

    Aayansh then picks up the breakfast tray from the floor and puts it on the bed so that they can eat together. They enjoy a delicious breakfast and coffee, chatting and enjoying each other’s company.

    After eating, Tom got up and ordered Aayansh to come with him to the bathroom, he pushed Aayansh on his knees and ordered Aayansh to open his mouth and Tom put his cock in Aayansh’s mouth. A few seconds later Tom started peeing in Aayansh’s mouth.

    Aayansh has to swallow Tom’s urine so as not to spill it and be punished. After Tom finishes peeing, he pats Aayansh on the head and calls him a good boy.

    Tom then sits on the toilet to poop and when he’s finished, he stands up and orders Aayansh to clean his asshole. Aayansh obediently licks Tom’s asshole and cleans up any remaining faeces.

    Tom and Aayansh left Tom’s flat and walked hand in hand to a nearby park. They found a bench in a secluded area where there weren’t many people around. The sun was shining and the weather was warm, making it a perfect day for a walk in the park.

    Once they sat down on the bench, Tom immediately started kissing Aayansh passionately. They both explored each other’s bodies with their hands, feeling the excitement building inside them. Tom undid Aayansh’s trousers and pulled them down to his ankles, revealing his black G-string. With a quick tug, Tom pulled down the G-string too, leaving Aayansh naked from the waist down.

    Tom ordered Aayansh to bend over and spread his legs wide, and Aayansh eagerly complied. He knelt on the ground, his naked body exposed and vulnerable, waiting for his man to take him. Tom wasted no time and entered Aayansh’s tight boy pussy with his big cock, thrusting hard and deep. Aayansh moaned in pleasure, feeling every inch of Tom’s manhood as it pushed inside him.

    As Tom pounded Aayansh’s boy pussy, he became more and more aroused. His moans grew louder and he thrust harder, until he finally came inside Aayansh with a loud grunt. After Tom had finished, Aayansh put on his G-string and trousers, and Tom put on his boxers and trousers.

    Feeling satisfied and content, they walked back to Tom’s flat hand in hand, happy and in love.

    This was my first ever written story. What would happen next time? What adventures would Tom and Aayansh have? Who knows…. Maybe in a next part..

    I hope you liked it.

  • A Dawn Chorus

    I thought I was safe, sitting on my veranda in the semi-dark of the early morning, surveying the landscape of gum trees and shrubs, dressing-gown loose about me, cock in hand, pleasantly semi-hard. I wasn’t really having a wank, just working my foreskin in a desultory way over the slippery knob, nowhere near orgasm, nor intending to be. 

    The first notes of the dawn chorus were starting to echo through the still, cold air, like distant music or an orchestra tuning. My favourite time of the day, if I manage to drag myself out of bed early enough, the only person awake in the entire world.

    His voice came as a surprise when he said “good morning”, so rapt had I been in solitary reverie. One of my oldest friends (and even older than me) staying for a few days, always welcome. As handsome as the day I’d first met him (my little secret), the house seemed warmer with him in it.

    He stepped out through the door and sat on a chair, not too close. I could just make out his figure, dressing gown thrown on haphazardly, pyjama pants and singlet more guessed at than seen. Could he see me playing with my cock amongst the folds? The thought appealed, so I didn’t stop.

    Pleasantries exchanged, then silence. My foreskin slides silently, back and forth, back and forth. 

    I glance across while he looks out into the diminishing darkness. His right hand lost from view, the left resting on the arm of the dilapidated wicker chair. Legs slightly spread, as if braced for escape, I imagine his fleshy penis and low hanging balls heavy between them.

    I continue my pleasant work, back and forth, back and forth. More soft than hard, a favourite pastime, keeping well away from climax, a warm, not quite tumescence. As befits such an old friendship.

    The chorus grows louder, in front, back, all around. The depth has drained from the darkness, colour leaks into the trees, the sky, the space between us. Will I have to stop my gentle business?

    He looks at me, comments on the birdsong. Does his gaze linger just a moment too long, quizzically? Has he guessed what I’m up to? I continue, oddly unperturbed by the threat of discovery.

    A distant clatter becomes a roar as a garbage truck trundles into view, stopping and starting, its robot arm lifting and emptying, breaking the peaceful bubble. And then its gone, a slight veil of dust from the unmade road its only legacy. The birds, momentarily silenced, begin again only louder this time, drowning out the echoes of mechanical noise.

    Light is seeping into the chill air, giving form to shadows. My hand has continued its work throughout the disruption. The shaft feels thicker, my hand moister. I should probably stop now, before it’s too late. 

    He yawns and stretches and pushes himself up from the chair. He could do with a bit more sleep. Pulling his loose robe close about him he turns and goes back inside. Leaving me with my cock, and the carolling birds.

    I sit a while longer, reluctant to end such a pleasant moment. Looking across at his empty chair, I imagine again his cock and balls hanging heavily, so close. So very close.

    Finally I get up too. A bit more sleep sounds good, perhaps something else. I shuffle past his chair, my bare toe lands in a small viscous pool. Looking down I smile. Could it be? I run my fingers through it, cool to the touch, silky. It smells loamy, fresh like the cool of the morning, a different muskiness to my own. 

    Scooping it up I sit down in his chair, and slide back and forth, back and forth.

  • Goos or Gander

    His shaving finished and having spent several ritualistic moments admiring his face and the frosting effect of his blond-blended-into-auburn curly hair in his bathroom mirror in the Savannah, Georgia, East Hall Street Victorian mansion, twenty-four-year old Andy Towson’s attention was brought back down to earth by the sound of the car horn from the parking pad in back. Andy’s bedroom and bath were on the back of the house. His wife’s bedroom and bath were one floor down and on the front. That separation pretty much reflected where their three-year marriage had gone. It was something they had accepted from the beginning, having gone into the marriage with separate needs from being married to each other.

    Not that this was a different marriage arc from Sherrie Guilford’s earlier marriages. Sherrie, the owner of two iconic Savannah restaurants, Sherrie’s and Guilford’s, a local celebrity, and a national cookbook best-seller, admitted to being forty-two but undoubtedly was years older. She liked having boytoys, but, like Elizabeth Taylor, publicly declared that she wanted to keep it on the up and up by marrying them before bedding them. As with Andy, she needn’t even bed them often as long as they looked really good escorting her to events.

    She didn’t marry them for very long, though, and her time married to Andy had actually been longer than for most. Like most of the others, Andy had been working as a waiter at Sherrie’s on Barnard Street when they met. He was studying the fine arts at the Savannah College of Art and Design—SCAD—at the time and putting himself through college by waiting tables. He was a damn fine artist and had works in area galleries. Marrying Sherrie had moved him out of the restaurant and she was paying his graduate-study bills. He wanted her to continue doing so, but the prenup he had signed necessitated him living on a short leash until a divorce settlement.

    Some of Andy’s art involved camera work, and when he’d stopped working at the restaurant, he picked up part-time work for a law firm photographing insured property from jewelry to houses. He was a guy who liked to keep in great shape, so he was a volunteer fireman for the SCAD Number Nine W. Henry Street Fire Station, as well. The fire station was south of the large Forsyth Park and Sherrie’s East Hall Street mansion was east of the park. Andy could make it to the station in less than ten minutes when he was home.

    Andy was quite good publicity for the fire department. He was so well-built, handsome, and sexy that he’d made the cover of the department’s jazzy beefcake calendar the last two years running.

    And the reason Andy wanted to stay in great shape as well as the reason he chaffed at being on Sherrie’s short leash until their marriage took its course and he got a payoff in the settlement was that Andy was a guy’s guy—a gay top. He could say he was actually bi, as he didn’t really mind fucking Sherrie a few times a month and could get off on that. But he much preferred fucking men. Since he’d seen there was a finish line for his marriage, though, to keep his legal position as strong as possible, he’d kept himself celibate where other men were concerned. It hadn’t been easy, though.

    What rankled with him was that he suspected Sherrie wasn’t holding back. No matter what she publicly said about not bedding them before wedding them, He was sure she already was grooming her next husband, a twenty-one-year-old by the name of Matt, who was a waiter at her Guilford’s restaurant on West Liberty Street. Her trip-to-the-altar pattern had become quite clear, as was her need to trap them younger as she got older.

    If he could just catch her and Matt in bed together and photograph them, that would go a long way to neutralizing the prenup he’d signed.

    The car horn he’d heard blare at the back of the house, played to that possibility. He went to the window and looked down into the parking area at the side of the pool in the backyard, where the cute young pool boy, a mixed black-white named Caleb, was cleaning the pool, getting it ready for use. I was late March, but in Savannah that meant it should be warm enough to swim soon. And it already was unseasonably warm. Caleb was braving it. He was just in a Speedo—and looking good and oh so fuckable.

    The car, which was Sherrie’s distinctive pink Jaguar, was being driven by Matt, and he was sounding the horn to let Sherrie know he’d arrived to take her to one or both of her restaurants.

    Andy got to the window quick enough to see Matt come out of the car and kiss Sherrie before both of them got back into the car. He cursed himself for not having a camera at the ready, but by the time he got one back to the window with him, the Jag was driving off.

    Caleb was standing there, posing nicely, though, and looking up at the window at Andy, standing in a nearly full-length window with just a towel around him. The two ogled each other for a long minute, Caleb obviously flirting, going into a pose, flexing, and dropping a hand to his crotch. He was giving Andy one of “those” smiles. Andy knew he could have the pool boy if he wanted him. And he wanted him. But Caleb was such a recent hire that Andy had a fixation in his mind that Sherrie had hired the pool boy to lead Andy astray to allow her to cut him off in the divorce settlement, using the prenup he’d signed.

    Andy would resist that, even though it gave him blue balls. Caleb was oh so fuckable. Andy wasn’t going to bite on this challenge to his resistance. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going play a bit, though. He snapped a couple of photos of Caleb and “accidentally” let his towel drop from his waist, showing Caleb what was being held out of his reach. Andy’s erection, flashed right before he moved away from the window, was enough to keep Caleb speculating on possibilities. If he was reporting back to Sherrie, Andy hoped that would make her frustrated about what was “oh so close” to working but that wasn’t happening.

    Although Andy would dearly love to get Caleb under him. And he was coming close to the breaking point today. He was calculating in his mind just whether or not he could get it on with the pool boy and not be caught by Sherrie when he was saved by the siren. The call to a fire was being sounded by the fire station and Andy needed to be on his way.

    He was so keyed up, though, that he was still hard and panting for it while they were fighting a brush fire at the Mother Mathilda Beasley Park on the seedier, east side of the planned garden city, with its network of park squares. While getting into his fire gear at the station, he, in high need, was exchanging looks of desire and need with another young fire fighter, Adrian, who he been dancing around with in sexual negotiation for some weeks. And such was the state of his need that, if his situation wasn’t what it currently was, he probably would have gone with Adrian somewhere after the fire was put out and they’d both taken care of their want. Maybe Sherrie didn’t know about what was possible at the fire station.

    But Adrian got singed in putting the fire out, and he went to the hospital for treatment instead. They exchanged forlorn looks as Adrian was been wheeled over to an ambulance.

    Something had to give soon, Andy thought, or he was going to bust. Just let’s get on with this divorce and a juicy settlement, he thought, as he went home to dress and to check in with the law firm of Christopher, Wyly, and Wolfe that he did some work for and from which he’d gotten a summons to do a job on Tybee Island, an Atlantic barrier island to the southeast that served as Savannah’s beach resort.

    * * * *

    “Evan Hart? Evan Hart, the movie actor? You want me to photograph him in a compromising position?”

    “We want to be very discreet about this. He’s going to be in a sticky divorce situation with quite a lot of money on the line. His wife—”

    “Vicky Drake?” Andy asked. “The hotel chain heiress?”

    “His wife, our client, who will remain nameless for this transaction,” Hunter Wolfe of Christopher, Wyly, and Wolfe overrode Andy, “wants to have the best advantage in the divorce settlement.”

    “He’s signed a prenup she’s going to try to invoke?” Andy asked. This was almost too coincidental. This was essentially the same jockeying that he and Sherrie were moving into. They just weren’t on the public celebrity level that Evan Hart and Vicky Drake were. He was supposed to stay clean from sex with men to avoid his prenup with Sherrie from kicking him and him being kicked out of a healthy monthly check from her, but he was going to be expected to photograph the hunky movie star, Evan Hart, getting it on with another man? His wife must be worth billions. This was essentially what had been laid out to him in this meeting with the law office partner.

    Evan Hart. Who would have known that he was gay, Andy wondered. And, according to this lawyer, a bottom to an older man, a former professional basketball player. But then, Andy had met many older men—not that Evan Hart had hit fifty yet—who wanted to bottom for him, and that was OK with him—or, at least, was until his marriage started going on the rocks and he had to give that up.

    But Evan Hart. That would be a particularly thick notch for Andy’s bedpost.

    Winning the prenup battle wasn’t easy right at the moment. It wasn’t just the thought that Evan Hart took cock but this wasn’t the largest of offices he now was in, and there were two men here in their late thirties or early forties who were real hunks. Hunter Wolfe was handsome, in great shape, and was both stylish and elegant in his dress. Andy thought he also was giving him the eye. The other man, sitting off to the side and not yet formally introduced, was a bit rougher than Wolfe, but even more ruggedly handsome. He was Latin, dusky in skin and dark of hair, with a sense of mystery and command.

    “You want me to get close enough to Hart and his boyfriend to photograph them in the clutches?” Andy asked. “Where is this to happen? Where are they shacking up? And do you have any idea how I’m going to get close enough to them to get the shots?”

    “They have a beach cabin out at Tybee Island,” Wolfe said. “We have a cabin near them. They like to party with other gay guys. And getting close to them is where Eduardo here comes in. This is Eduardo Fernandez, Andy. He is a makeup artist for the movies, and he knows and has worked with Evan Hart. He’ll be going to Tybee Island with you—as your boyfriend. And he’ll be getting you into the beach parties and, we hope, close enough to Hart and Kyle Borden to do the job.”

    “Kyle Borden? The black basketball phenom who went out after breaking his legs in a skiing accident?”

    “The same. He landed in Hart’s bed, and Hart’s wife doesn’t like it that much. You think you can handle the job? You’ll have to pretend to be in their world and to be in it with Eduardo here.”

    “Yes, I can handle that,” Andy said, turning away so that Wolfe couldn’t see his slight smile. It would be less difficult than avoiding getting it on with Wolfe, who couldn’t know how interested in men—and maybe Wolfe himself—Andy was. Christopher, Wyly, and Wolfe was Sherrie’s law firm and most likely would be handling her divorce case. Andy’s problem wouldn’t be one of convincing Hart and Borden that he could run with a gay crowd. It would be in holding off from actually running with a gay crowd.

    And the intriguing hunk over in the corner, the Latin Eduardo Fernandez, would be a problem too. He was just too sexy to be real.

    “So, it will be you and me, Eduardo,” he said, turning a smile in his direction. “I hope you’re up for this.”

    “No problem,” Eduardo said, returning the smile—and, in the process, lighting up the room.

    I hope to hell the Eduardo is a top, like me, Andy thought. If not, it’s going to be hell keeping my hands off him. Shit, what I have to do to keep from losing out to Sherrie is hell.

    * * * *

    Andy rolled over on the bed facing the ocean in the 11th Place beach cottage on Tybee Island and watched Eduardo’s beefy jiggle as he padded to the attached bathroom. He hoped there were no cameras in here since he’d just done what he was determined he wouldn’t do until a divorce and settlement from Sherrie had gone through. He’d found out that Eduardo was a submissive. Eduardo was just too sexy and he’d been the one to come on to Andy when they were having several drinks the previous night after they’d checked into the cottage and cased the area—in particular the beach house the movie star Evan Hart and former basketball player Kyle Borden were in two houses up the beach. Before he knew it, they were on the bed and Eduardo was under him and any denial that Andy fucked other men—even while he was married—was beyond denial.

    When they’d awakened today, just an hour ago and close to noon, Eduardo rode him in a cowboy. Two days in a row made it an affair, an affair that Andy had declared to himself wouldn’t happen again for some time but that had just happened.

    After Eduardo had taken his turn in the bathroom, Andy showered, shaved, and groomed himself. When he came out Eduardo was fashionably decked out for walking on the beach and finding someplace to eat. It was unseasonably warm for the end of March, so they could go out in shorts, a T-shirt, and boat shoes. Eduardo looked like a male model. And so did Andy when he came out of the john.

    Eduardo was flipping a pair of sunglasses.

    “You’re going out this early?” Andy asked.

    “We both are. They are on the move—probably off for lunch somewhere down the beach. We follow. We can eat where they eat.”

    “And how do you know they are out and about?” Andy asked.

    “Spy technology. We have Hart’s phone captured. With my phone,” and he lifted his cellphone to show he had a map of Tybee Island up, and a red dot showing not far from where they were. “I know where the movie star is every minute.”

    “You people are serious about this, aren’t you?” Andy asked, clearly impressed and maybe a bit intimidated as well.

    “There’s lots of money involved.”

    “Maybe you can show me how to operate this system with someone else.”

    “Maybe. What would be in it for me?”

    “Did you like what you got last night?” Andy asked.

    “You bet, big cock man,” Eduardo answered.

    “So, we can remain such good friends by doing favors for each other.” Andy really was playing with fire. He needed to not do this with Eduardo again—at least for a while. He shouldn’t have done it the first time. And the second, third, and fourth time, Andy thought, not being able to hold back a small, satisfied smile.

    “How is this going to work, though—us getting hooked up with them?”

    “Leave that to me. That’s what I’m mainly here for. Bring your camera along, but don’t try to use it on them yet. Just let them get used to you having it with you.”

    As it turned out, hooking up with Hart and Borden was a piece of cake. They were run to ground at a beach bar called Spanky’s Beach on 18th Street, running parallel with the Atlantic Ocean beach. They were sitting outside under an awning, and it was the movie star, Evan Hart, who recognized the movie makeup artist Eduardo Fernandez and who hailed Eduardo and Andy over to his table as they were just conveniently sauntering by on the street. It all happened naturally and would be remembered as being initiated by Hart himself.

    Hart, a submissive, moved his eyes immediately to Andy. He lived the lifestyle, even if it was secretly, and he sized relationships up quickly. He knew from working move productions with him that Eduardo was a submissive. He could tell by the way the two walked close together and touched each other as they did that they were a sex pair. That meant Andy, who was visibly younger than Eduardo, was the top. And he was a top who Hart would be happy bottoming for. Hart, like Eduardo, was a submissive and was older than Andy looked. Hart’s assessment of Andy was that he was a young hunk and half.

    Andy didn’t have to do any work at all to attract Evan Hart. That wasn’t what Andy understood he was here for. He had come to somehow get into position to photograph Evan Hart and Kyle Borden doing the dirty. But if it helped to get there to have Hart interested in him, Andy would go with that.

    He went with that. Andy and Eduardo were invited to lunch with Hart and Borden. They accepted and a good time was had by all, with the conversation going to the gay scene on the island. Hart volunteered that they partied with others nearly every evening at their rented beach house, which, “miraculously enough” was located just two houses down from where Andy and Eduardo were staying. The discussion unfolded naturally and the sought prize came quickly. Hart invited Andy and Eduardo to party with them that night.

    Such a good idea, Eduardo said, and just like that, Andy and Eduardo’s job of getting close to and thick with Evan and Kyle was set.

    All during lunch Andy was fiddling with his camera. He even did some impromptu clicking, but, of course, not at Evan and Kyle, whose relationship and vacationing on Tybee Island were meant to be a deep secret.

    But the fiddling with the camera made Evan Hart accept it as just a benign prop Andy traveled with.

    * * * *

    Tybee Island came to life on the weekends. It was Friday, March 30th, and men had gathered on the beach outside Evan Hart’s 11th Place rented beach house. Men gravitated to him—to him as a movie star they all could identify but everyone was pretending wasn’t him. Or, if not to him, they were attracted to his big, black sidekick, the former professional basketball star, Kyle Borden. Hart had set up a volleyball net on the beach to attract gay men. The day was unseasonably cold—not warm enough to go into the water, but warm enough for men to play an invigorating pickup game of volleyball in skins. The men gravitating here were all good-looking and well built. Lesser endowed men could clearly see the competition and didn’t have the balls to believe themselves worthy to mix in this crowd.

    The men who showed up were going to party all day.

    The volleyball game was well under way when Andy and Eduardo came out on the beach to join in. Neither had any embarrassment about fitting in with the “beautiful” crowd. Whatever side the pro athlete Kyle was playing on was the winning side of the moment. Once he and Eduardo were on the same side, there was no contest. The two men were flirting and touching, though, so they didn’t stick with the game for long. This was the protocol for the afternoon. The game kept rolling on out on the beach as men played as much with each other as in the game. From time to time, two or three men would come out of the game, go into Hart’s beach house, and have sex. Later they would return.

    The older, but still presentable, men sat off to the side, watching the game and the players, doing their hookups vocally and by eye contact. Evan Hart was one of these men. He was a man of endurance; he’d gone into the house with another guy frequently.

    Andy kept eye contact on where Hart and Borden were at all times. He’d left his camera in his beach rental. It had served its purpose. Hart and Borden were used to him having it and clicking anything and everything. Their guard was down when they absorbed that he didn’t have his camera. What they didn’t focus into was that he did have his cellphone and that it could take photos.

    Hart kept flirting with him from the sidelines as he played volleyball. This was emphasized while Eduardo and Kyle were away from the game, in the house, quite evidently having sex. Although he flirted back, wanting to still stick with Hart to be able to photo Hart and Borden getting it on sometime during the day, Andy held off. He’d like to fuck Hart. The movie star was quite fuckable, but that wasn’t the assignment, and Andy was trying his best not to fall into that himself for his own legal reasons. He did see the irony that he was here to capture a falling off of the wagon for a divorce case while he himself was trying to avoid this in his own impending case.

    As it was getting dark, caters arrived—again a couple of gay men who Hart had discovered and folded into his periodic beach party scene—and set up for a BBQ dinner on the beach house deck. A few more than a dozen of men were there for that phase of the party, all standing and sitting on the deck, drinking beer, eating BBQ, and flirting with each other. The beach house’s three small bedrooms continued to see a revolving parade of men, fucking on the beds and returning to the deck afterward. There were a few more tops than bottoms. Nearly everyone was fucking anyone they were compatible with. Kyle fucked all of the bottoms and had them all purring. Andy responded to flirting, but he hadn’t fucked anyone yet. He was watching for Evan Hart to pair up, hopefully with Kyle Borden, because that was who was going to be named as correspondent in the divorce case. Eduardo was lying down and opening his legs for every top who fancied him, although he too was keeping an eye on Hart and Borden—and Andy as well, pursuing the assignment.

    As the party moved on into the evening, Andy got his chance. He observed Hart and Borden cozying up with each other. The crowd was beginning to thin out. The caterers had packed up and left. There was evidence that the drinks and snacks were not limitless. Eduardo nudged Andy to make sure he caught Evan and Kyle linking arms and heading for the bedrooms. Andy followed, pulling his cellphone out of the pocket of his shorts.

    The big, black basketballer stud, Kyle, balled Evan Hart on a bed in a missionary in which Hart sat on his butt, his torso half reclined back, his legs raised and spread, Kyle holding his ankles and crouched between his thighs, fucking his fast and hard. Hart was grasping the black man’s buttocks and exclaiming in dirty words and phrases how good he was being fucked by a hard, thick, black cock.

    Andy caught it all on his cellphone. Evan and Kyle were so much into each other that they didn’t notice him at the door recording their romp on the bed. Assignment done, He returned to the living room. There were only half a dozen of men left. They’d put on more mellow music since before Andy had followed Evan and Kyle to the bedrooms, and the men who were left were dancing close together.

    Freed of work responsibility, Andy downed a beer and danced with Eduardo. He drank another beer and danced with Evan Hart, who had returned from the bedroom. They partied for another hour or two, the atmosphere becoming languid and sensual. The beer still flowing.

    Andy came to in the middle of the night, in one of the bedrooms, the lights blazing, he and Evan Hart naked, Andy stretched out on his back on the bed, Evan Hart saddled on his hips, skewered by his cock, riding him slowly, fully sheathed, in a rocking cowboy fuck.

    In his mind Andy fully realized he shouldn’t be doing this. But he already was doing this. And he’d wanted to get it on with Hart ever since he heard he’d been meeting the movie star. He was doing it now. It probably didn’t make any difference. Andy had filmed the evidence—Hart and Borden—that he’d been sent to get. He shouldn’t really matter what he an Hart did now.

    And, anyway, they were doing it now. Andy dug his heels into the mattress, grasped Evan by the waist, and became more active in the thrusting.

    They cried out in unison as they both came—together.

    * * * *

    “What did you do that for?” Andy asked, shocked to see Hunter Wolfe of the law firm Christopher, Wyly, and Wolfe ceremoniously tear up the photos Andy had had printed and toss them into a trashcan at the side of the desk in his Savannah office. It was the afternoon of Saturday, April 1st, and Andy had had to rush to get the photos printed and get back to Savannah from Tybee Island. When he had phoned Wolfe that he’d managed to photo Evan Hart and Kyle Borden in the sexual clutch, Wolfe had wanted to meet with him in Savannah that afternoon even if it was a Saturday.

    “I didn’t need to see these photos. The photos I wanted to see were these on my cellphone that Eduardo Fernandez sent me,” Wolfe answered. “Here take a look. These turned out quite well, don’t you think? You and Eduardo in Henry’s Tybee Island beach house and then you and Evan Hart last night in his beach rental.”

    “You had the rental house bugged,” Andy said. “And Eduardo must have taken the photos last night. But why? This isn’t what you sent me to do. Are you making a fool of me?”

    “Well, it is April Fool’s Day,” Wolfe said and laughed. “I think it will make for a memorable joke. And the beach house you stayed in belongs to one of our partners, Henry Wyly. We have the bedroom bugged with hidden surveillance cameras just for work as this.”

    “What’s going on here? It isn’t Evan Hart you wanted to compromise, is it? It’s me. This is Sherrie’s firm. I should have known. You set me up, didn’t you? You pitched a scenario for me to work and then you worked me that way just to give Sherrie the ammunition she needs to invoke my prenup provisions. I’m the fool here.”

    “Something like that, yes, but with a bit of variation. Your wife is Henry Wyly’s direct client and her business helps keep him a partner here. He was on vacation when your wife came in to see if we could set something up to trap you. I took it on but in Henry’s name. He doesn’t know yet we’re doing this for Sherrie Guilford.”

    “Shit,” Andy exclaimed.

    “We’re at a bit of a decision point here, though. I could erase these photos and go with these other ones instead. You needn’t be the April Fool here if you don’t want to be. What do you think of these photos?”

    He turned the cellphone and scrolled through a few other photos for Andy to see—photos that made Andy gasp. They were photos of his wife, Sherrie, in the sack with that young waiter, Matt, who Andy was sure his wife was grooming to be her next husband. And there were other photos too—ones of Sherrie jumping of the bones of the pool boy, Caleb.

    “Why, that’s that the same beach house I was just at,” Andy said.

    “Yes, yes, it is. Henry knows Sherrie has been using it for her trysts for years. He doesn’t know you’ve used it the past two days.”

    There were photos of Eduardo fucking Sherrie at the beach house too.

    “Well, fuck,” Andy said.

    “This is a decision point for you,” Wolfe said. “We can use the photos of you on Sherrie’s behalf to squeeze you on the prenup or we could use the photos of your wife to squeeze her on the prenup. You can be the April Fool or she can be. Let’s discuss this.”

    “I’m listening,” Andy said.

    * * * *

    He cried out. They both shot their loads. Andy let loose of the grip he was using to hold Hunter’s legs raised and spread in a missionary fuck, and the younger man withdrew and went over and leaned into the doorframe of the lawyer’s glass door out onto Hunter’s apartment balcony. He pulled a cigarette out of a pack on the nightstand and lit up before going to the door. He opened it to provide an escape route for the smoke. From Hunter Wolfe’s fourth-floor West River Street condo, one got a clear view of the Talmadge Memorial Bridge bringing traffic into the city from the north on Route 17.

    It had been a good fuck, and Andy would have been happy to do it—once his problem with Sherrie’s prenup had been settled—even if fucking Wolfe hadn’t come as part of the deal for Sherrie to be April Fool’s Day screwed rather than him. The lawyer hadn’t really had to go to these lengths to get in bed with Andy now that the prenup problem was negated. Wolfe was a handsome man and in good condition, and Andy didn’t mind fucking men significantly older than he was. He was free to do so now that he’d struck this deal with the lawyer. Wolfe would be his divorce lawyer and they’d ditch the damning photos being collected on Andy and substitute those featuring Sherrie. The divorce would go through, but Andy would be receiving a hefty allowance now rather than being tossed out in the cold.

    But it hardly seemed to have been worth all of the effort just for Wolfe to manage a way of getting Andy on top of him without Andy losing a favorable divorce settlement.

    “I don’t understand why you went to all this trouble,” Andy asked as he lounged against the doorframe and smoked his cigarette. Hunter was stretched out on the bed, giving Andy a dreamy look, and pulling on his cock, regaining his arousal. They both knew Andy would come back to the bed and do him again—and they both were good with that. “Won’t this fuck up your law firm? Weren’t you supposed to be representing Sherrie in this divorce?”

    Wolfe laughed. “It’ll be worth it. Your wife is stuck on Wyly to represent her more than the rest of the firm and he’s using that to jerk the other lawyers around. She’s sleeping with Wyly too, you know. Doing this the way I am is going to make Wyly an April Fool as much as your wife. When she finds out the firm has gone with you rather them her and we collected the photos on her, she’ll blame Wyly, who’s still celebrating down in the Bahamas. She’ll leave and he’ll get the blame. In the photo collection we did, this is a case of what’s good for the goose is good for the gander—in duplicate.”

    “So, I’ll screw Sherrie and you’ll screw Wyly. April Fools to them both,” Andy said.

    “I think a new firm name of Christopher and Wolfe sounds great, don’t you?” Hunter asked, with a laugh. “And for right now I’d like you to come back to bed and screw me again.”

    And that’s exactly what Andy did.

  • A Star is Fucked

    “WOW! This kid has IT!” I thought to myself as I watched a young guy acting in an Off-Off Broadway production of A Streetcar Named Desire in the spring of 1982. It was in a small loft theater in the West 20’s, put on by the two recent NYU graduates who played Blanche and Stanley. It was a self-produced show, no doubt financed by their rich parents. They were GOOD but not ready for those roles. If you’re going to showcase yourself, pick something that shows off what you can do best.

     I know what I’m talking about. I’m Brooklyn-born Don Castellano, a 34-year-old casting agent with my own company, working out of a midtown Manhattan office. I’m a handsome, hung, gay total top, who likes to have sex with a selection of the young male prospective clients who show up at my office seeking representation. My desk has seen a lot of action.

     I also do the legwork of discovering new talent. I am invited to and go and sit through a lot of bad showcases in hopes of spotting someone young and marketable. This is how I really discover talent, by watching actors onstage. They did the work of getting there, memorizing lines and soldiering on through four weeks of rehearsals while working a day job. Most of the guys who come to my office are cute gay boy dreamers who couldn’t cut it. I set them straight, that they’d be more successful as whores. They were crazed to suck dick and get their asses fucked, they could get paid doing that, and benefit others, like me. I’m an agent after all.

     The rest of this cast were fine, they offered professional rote performances, nothing special. However, this young guy stood out. He played the small part of the newspaper delivery boy that Blanche seduces. While everyone else was acting their heads off he just WAS. So simple yet powerful, he had innate charisma.

     He was medium height, had short brown hair, piercing brown eyes, and had a slim though athletic build. His facial features were striking, his voice was neutral yet emotive. He was a masculine All American Boy who made my dick hard by looking at him, that is a key component of making it in the business. I could tell he was photogenic and would POP on screen in movies.

     From his bio in the program, I learned about him. Matt Henson was 18, and from rural Texas. He’d been in New York for three months and was studying at the American Place Theatre. This was his NYC stage debut, he’d auditioned for it from an ad in Backstage, the newspaper that posted casting notices.

     The play ended, I charged out of the theater and waited outside nearby. I didn’t want to disappoint the other cast members by not being appreciative of them. Eventually other audience members exited, then actors did so. The beaming Matt walked out, sensuously arm and arm with a sexy girl. Oh! He was straight! Even better! A welcome change from dealing with hopeless pixie doodle wannabees. Matt nicely filled out the front of his jeans with his bulging crotch, I’m sure he made his girlfriend quite happy in bed with what he was packing. 

     “Excuse me, I’m Don Castellano, I’m a casting agent, you were terrific” I said extending my hand. Matt gave me a firm masculine handshake.

     “Thanks so much!” he said in a manly voice as he grinned with his million-dollar smile. “This is my girlfriend, Daniela.”

     “Nice to meet you” I said, then to Matt, “Call my office and set up an appointment, I’d like to have a meeting with you, I have some ideas I’d like to discuss with you” I said handing him my business card.

     “Oh, that’s sounds great! Will do!” roared Matt.

     “Have a good evening” I said. The virile Matt with his hardon, his clacking big balls, and the nubile Daniela went off, to unwind and to fuck. I got a quick look at Daniela’s face, oh yeah. She had that satisfied expression of a chick who was getting banged regularly by a sexy young guy’s big dick. I was exhilarated and horned up.

                                                                                    ***

     I walked up 8th Avenue and got to Tully’s on 40th Street. It was an earthy gay hustler bar that was the obverse of the elegant Rounds on the East Side. Its clientele was more working class. It was packed with sleazy pimps, rough customers and hard-bitten cute boys working the room to get a trick to take to the next-door whore hotel, the Elk Inn, to service. I bought a drink and made my way through the throng of johns and whores. I got to a booth.

     “Hey! Don! Great to see you!” said Javier, a handsome mustached 25-year-old Puerto Rican American wearing a dark gray suit and light gray tie-less dress shirt, that showed off his dark chest hair. He was sipping tequila and smoking a Marlboro Red. I took a seat and put my Jack Daniels on the rocks on the table. I lit up a Camel.

     “Dale is working out?” I asked. Javier slid an envelope with 10 $100 bills to me, my bounty. Pimps and porn figures pay me a finder’s fee for sending them saleable boys I encounter in my line of work.

     “Oh, Delilah took awhile to get into the life, but she’s a good worker now…”

     Dale had been a cute 18-year-old who had mailed his headshot to my office, we’d had a meeting a week ago.

     Every afternoon, a mailman delivered a sack of envelopes containing dozens of black and white 8×10 headshots from aspiring hopefuls. My assistant culled through them, sending those from females and older men to junior agents, and passing on those from attractive young guys to me. If looking at a headshot made my dick hard, I’d have my secretary set up an appointment with the guy. Then there were the ones who showed up at the office without an appointment. If they were young cute guys, my secretary would have them wait in the reception area until I was free. It they weren’t, she’d politely allow them to leave their headshots in a bin, and politely send them on their way.

     I popped a boner looking at Dale’s headshot, he was obviously gay from his exaggerated smile and eyes that screamed he was hungry to suck dick.

     I’m into the clone look and constantly bang a lot of hot bottoms. Of course, I do. I am 6’ 2”, I worked out in the mornings, so I’m in great shape at 34. I wear tight button-fly jeans with no underwear and plaid shirts. My brown hair is cut short, and I have a mustache. My voice is deep and masculine. Oh, and I am hung. My cut dick is exactly eight inches and is real a beauty, I have a fine pair of big hairy swaying balls. I am irresistible and I knew it.

     At the meeting, Dale’s voice matched his look, he was a total queen. In person, he was cute but not a knockout. He was another waiter and would be actor who wasn’t going anywhere. You know my usual pitch, “I’m going to level with you kid, and be blunt, you’re too gay to be an actor. I can’t send you out on auditions, you’d never get cast in anything.”

    Dale reacted blankly to the truth, which I’m sure deep done he was aware of. I stood, undid my jeans and hauled out my hard cock and sat down again.

     “Now, you’re cute, as you see looking at you makes my cock get hard, if you’re good at sucking it and can take a hard fuck from me, I could get you set up in escorting. Oh, you have five seconds to decide, otherwise good luck to you.”

     Dale got up, walked over to me, got on his knees and began sucking my cock. He was GOOD, I’ve gotten better head before. He was skilled enough to turn tricks and would improve. He did remember to lick my balls without being told to, that was a plus.

     “Okay, now get up, pull down your pants and bend over my desk.”

     Dale’s khakis and Fruit of the Loom briefs were now at his ankles, he was in position like a good docile gay boy eager to take a strong older guy’s dick up his ass. His fleshy nice pale ass with its clean tiny slot was on display. I greased my cock and his hole up with Vaseline. He was nice and willing, he’d make a good whore, once he got the hang of it. I threw him a solid steady fuck which he responded to with enthusiasm, I guessed he hadn’t come across a sex partner as blunt and hung as me before. The sweated-up Dale was sobbing as he shot his load on my desk. I intensified my fucking and was soon cumming in Dale’s ass. I pulled out, wiped my dick and handed Dale a towel. “Clean yourself up.”

     I poured out two tumblers of Jack Daniels and lit a Camel, Dale declined one. I handed Dale a business card it was printed:

     Javier Valenzuela (212) ***-****

     “You call him, he’ll set up an audition” Dale seemed naïve, “That means you’ll suck his dick and he’ll fuck you. Just so you know, Javier is bigger than me, he has eight and half uncut Latin inches of cock. You’re a good cocksucker and I’m sure you’ll improve. My advice is to buy the biggest banana you can find and practice on it before you see him. Oh, his specialty is he-shes, a lot of guys dig that. You’ll be working made up and dressed as a girl, his sister will help you out with that. Good luck…”

     Dale had a blank slate quality that I knew would make him a great lady boy, I was right.

     “Here’s Delilah now!” laughed Javier as a figure approached the booth.

     WOW! Dale, who had been a just nice-looking boy, was a knockout as a girl. He was wearing a curly red wig, a black padded halter that made him look like he had tits, a red mini skirt, black fishnet stockings and black high heels. He carried a Coach black leather shoulder bag. Ramona, Javier’s sister, had done a great job dressing and making him up. His plucked eyebrows, false eyelashes, red lipstick and foundation were impeccable.

     “How’s tricks, Delilah?” I asked.

     “Swell, Don” said Dale as he put his hand on my thigh.

     “Delilah, show Don what you learned how to do from a banana” said Javier in a low deep voice, as he massaged the back of Dale’s neck.

     “You mean, here and now?” whined Dale.

    “Yeah, you stupid  bitch! I mean here and now! Get the fuck under the table and suck my fucking dick!” growled Javier.

     Dale went under the table; I heard the sound of Javier’s zipper being unzipped.

     “Oh yeah!” grinned Javier, he smoked his cigarette and sipped tequila as he got his nob polished under the table. I bent down for a look. There was Dale on his knees with his stretched-out lip sticked lips working on Javier’s dark baseball bat, then gobbling his brown ball sack. It was some sight, seeing Dale who’d been a good boy but was now a slutty whore sucking his pimp’s cock under the table of a crowded hustler bar.

     “Delilah is a good girl” laughed Javier. “She just needed some special training on how to handle big dick. Me, my brother and my cousins up in the Bronx trained her, now she’s a real pro!”

     “I can see that!” I laughed, bending my head back to being on view.

     Soon, Javier put his hands on the table, he steadied himself, then thrust his body. “Bueno!” he sighed as his handsome face contorted in pleasure, he was cumming. There was the sound of Javier’s zipper being zipped. Dale squirmed up from the floor and was sitting back next to Javier, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. The only giveaway was some of Javier’s cum dripping from Dale’s red lips.

     “Up for session with Delilah, Don?” said Javier, “On the house, of course.”

     “Hmmm. Well, I’m up for it now!” I laughed; my cock was rock solid, it bulged in my jeans from what I just saw.

     “Go on, Delilah, give this man a good time.”

     I followed Dale out of the bar groping his ass in his skirt for all to see, it was fascinating seeing him walk in heels. I handed him $20 to pay the front desk clerk at the Elk for the room. I didn’t want it coming out of his end. We walked up a flight of stairs, he locked the door. I sat in a chair and spread my legs, Dale undid my belt and the fly buttons of my jeans. Dale had my hard eight inches out and took it in his mouth. It was quite a sight seeing his head in that red wig bobbing up and down and his made-up face on my joint. “Oh Delilah, you’re so good! You really know how to pleasure a man!”

     A week ago, Dale was just another common gay boy, now after consulting with me he was decked out as a slutty girl, repeatedly taking dick after dick in his mouth and ass night after night. Another of my success stories.

    Dale’s technique sure had improved. He was licking and sucking my cock and balls like a seasoned pro, which he was now. Streaks of red lipstick were on my hardon and was such a turn on. Dale really got me in the mood to fuck him.

     “Bend over the bed and spread your pussy for me, Delilah” I hissed.

     Dale bent over the bed, lifted up his skirt, there were his pink panties with a slit for easy accesses to his ass hole. His dick and balls were tightly bound and tucked in front. I smeared my cock with Vaseline and then rammed it in the panty slit into Dale’s ass. His slutty chute parted smoothly to accommodate my hard thick eight inches. The sex was hotter and kinkier now than the office fuck I had with Dale. He had blossomed as a girl.  

     My hips bucked and thrusted my cock in and out of those panties over and over again. Dale was yelping and sobbing, he’d have to change his panties after I made him cum in them and especially after I came in him, and my load leaked out, splattering his panties. I pulled out, wiped my dick and arranged myself. I tossed two $20 bills on the bed. “Thanks Delilah, have a good night.” I walked out of the room and went back to Tully’s.

     “Delilah treat you right?” laughed Javier.

     “Delilah treated me very right! She’s a real pro!” I laughed. I had another drink and hung out. A Black guy in a white track suit who was clearly packing came over to the booth, he gave Javier $40 and then went off with Dale to get his Big Black Cock taken care of. Javier had the reputation of providing excellent lady boys who could handle those who were extra hung. I had another Jack Daniels and hung out with Javier. Other guys came over and gave him $40 for sessions with the three other “girls” he had working at Tully’s. I saw Dale limp back into the bar, no doubt he had taken quite a fuck from the Black guy in the white track suit. Dale then left again with a heavyset Latin guy. I went home soon after.

                                                                                   ***

    “A Matt Henson is going to call today for appointment” I said over the intercom to my secretary in my office the next morning, “He’s a priority…” Indeed, Matt called and was to see me the next morning.

     The next morning, Matt Henson strode confidentially into my office. He wore jeans which he nicely filled out in the front and back, and a black polo shirt. He was cool personified. He gave me another firm handshake and took a seat in front of my desk.

     I explained my strategy, the soap opera General Hospital was casting for a five-day role of a young guy recovering from a car accident. No, I wasn’t aiming for him to be a soap opera actor, but this was for the experience of being on a set, taking direction and getting some exposure. We’d soon pursue upcoming film opportunities. He just had to meet with the show’s casting director who would cream for Matt and give him the role, on one condition. Matt needed to get used to the realities of the business.

     “Milt, the casting director will want to blow you.”

     “That is not a problem” said Matt. This kid was on the ball.

     I had Matt sign a non-binding representation agreement that designated my 10% commission. I’m not a talent agent who signs up individuals and hawks them, I cast projects with talent I encounter. Matt signed it. I asked if had a day job, he said he didn’t, that he was funded by a special scholarship. Hmmm. Not having to wait tables or tend bar or any of the draining gigs most struggling actors had would explain his perpetual cheerfulness and luminous presence.

     I saw him to the door; we shook hands again. In a flash, Matt put his other hand on my underwear-less jean encased hard dick! I am irresistible, but I never expected THAT!

     WHAT THE FUCK! MATT HENSON WAS GAY?! If I couldn’t spot that, then no one would. This kid was going places!  

     His hand kneaded my cock and balls though my jeans. He undid my fly buttons and hauled out my equipment. This All-American Boy sunk to his knees and started sucking my dick and licking my balls, like he was starved for it. It clearly wasn’t his first time at the rodeo, Matt Henson was quite the cocksucker! His wide eyes met mine as I looked down on him, seeing the unimagined sight of his flawless young face stuffed with my cock. I had no designs on him, I had been dealing strictly on a professional level, but I sure enjoyed his cocksucking!

     Matt continued working on my cock with his skilled mouth attached to that movie star face. Then he nonchalantly took my hard, moist and leaking dick out of his mouth and took off his clothes. He had a hot body and was hung; he tugged on his heavy balls and stroked his seven and half inch cut glorious dick. He went over to the couch, got on his back and spread his legs. His globular ass cheeks and pink clean hole were stunning. I greased my cock with Vaseline and smeared his quivering hole. I was possessed and rammed my cock into him. Oh! Matt was clearly experienced in taking big dick up his ass. His expression throughout our fuck was of pure bliss. He bucked his ass against my cock and groaned with pleasure as it filled him and stretched his tight young ass out. As I fucked him, he jerked his own big dick and came, blasting my chest with his hot boy seed. A few more thrusts and I was cumming in him.  

     I pulled out of Matt. I got towels for us to clean ourselves up. I poured out two tumblers of Jack Daniels, we sipped, and each smoked a Camel, in silence. I got him a robe to put on. I got dressed and escorted him with him carrying his clothes to the dressing where there was a shower. He needed to be clean and shiny for his meeting later that day at ABC. I went back to the office. 

     “Milt Toback is on line two…” said my secretary at the end of the day.

     “Milt! How’s it going?”

     “Great Don, you picked another winner! Matt has the part, it shoots in two weeks, I’ll send over the contract.”

     “Terrific! So, it was a good meeting!”

     “It was a fantastic meeting! Matt is as gorgeous below the waist as he is above. He was only too happy to oblige me, what a load he shot off in my mouth! This kid is going to be big! Take care…”

     Matt Henson fucked girls, got fucked and got blown by guys. He was up for anything, the secret of success.

     I called Matt’s answering service and left the message that he got the part, and that we were to have a celebratory dinner meeting at Joe Allen in two nights at 6:00 PM.

    Two nights later, there was Matt in his jeans, polo shirt and Ray Bans glowing like a star. We entered Joe Allen; many patrons’ eyes followed Matt. It was the show business restaurant, populated by industry types and performers. The walls were jokingly hung with posters of forgotten flops show, none for Oklahoma! or My Fair Lady. We were seated at a prime table. We had NY Strip Steaks, sauteed spinach and a bottle of red. The dinner of champions who stay in shape. I gave him the General Hospital contract to sign.

     “Now that we really know each other, I want to hear the story of the mysterious Matt Henson” I said.

     From his wallet Matt took out a Polaroid of a handsome brown-haired mustached guy in his 30’s. It was like seeing a twin brother I was unaware of.

     “This is Mr. Denton…” he said in a low voice.

     Paul Denton was Matt’s 34-year-old former high school English teacher who also ran the drama club. Paul was married with three kids; he was also into young guys. He groomed Matt, that was easy. Matt grew up white trash with a single working mother and two younger sisters. He had no male influences, Paul picked up on that and on Matt’s covert gayness. At school, Paul gave him parts in plays and gave him special coaching in acting. In a motel room, Paul gave Matt special coaching in cocksucking and getting fucked up the ass, both of which Matt was thrilled to receive lessons in, by this strong older man.

     Paul molded Matt into a perfect young man who was straight on the outside and a slutty fag on the inside. He took Matt to a female prostitute for him to learn to fuck girls. Paul encouraged Matt to go to New York to study acting and was funding his stay here. I later learned that it was Paul who sent the invitation to A Streetcar Named Desire. Paul was quite a guy, and one after my own heart. Paul was Matt’s first man, and they sure had a deep bond. I was his second man, and we had a bond, though I could tell it wouldn’t be deep. Paul had taken Matt as far as he could, now it was up to me, we were compelled by our adoration of beauty and talent to help him. 

     “Oh Don, that night after the play, I so wanted to be with you, I thought of you when I was fucking Daniela when we got home. In your office, I had to have your cock. It’s been months since I’ve been with Paul. I’ve done everything Paul told me to do. Not to go after guys and get set up with a girl for my image, I can pull that off.”

     “You sure can, you had me totally fooled.”

     “That’s thanks to Paul, I fool everyone but myself, I know what I want. I fool Daniela, I can fuck her, but it means nothing to me. She’s been useful to have and I’m able act like I love her. Anyway, let’s go to your place” Matt said with his hand under the table fondling my crotch.

     We were nude in my bed, Matt was ardently sucking my cock and later I passionately fucked him on his back with his legs raised and spread.

     Big things would be happening for Matt soon, he wouldn’t have the freedom of anonymity anymore. He broke up with Daniela and moved in with me, he got my cock daily. I was happy to help him explore his sexuality to the fullest while it was still possible. I dressed him in tattered grimy jeans, a white T-shirt, a leather cap and a dog collar. We cabbed to The Eagle, the notorious leather bar. He was like a kid in a candy store with all that Daddy dick available. Matt did some time as the shoeshine station polishing men’s boots. He sucked off guys in the bathroom. The highpoint was Matt in a sling getting it a both ends from a variety leather doms. Seeing Matt get fist fucked was unforgettable, it took a whole can of Crisco, I held the bottle of poppers under his nose.

     A night at Keller’s bar was a rite of passage. Like Montgomery Clift before him, Matt lay on the pool table to get gang fucked by a bunch of leather daddies. A visit to the porn theater Westworld on the West Side Highway was another night of debauchery, Matt slutted out for a lot of guys in their seats as porn flicks played or in the toilet. Matt was the usual messed up gay boy who grew up without a father and acted out sexually.  

     On a Saturday morning, we were on the highway in the car I rented. Matt was insatiable, when I was driving he got my cock out and gave me another fabulous blowjob. We got to the Hamptons at dusk and drove down a bucolic road to a secluded grand house. A discreet middle-aged male sole servant opened the door for us. The spacious interior was superbly decorated, I took Matt upstairs and showed him around.

     I returned solo to a living room. Sitting in a circle on elaborate chairs was the house’s owner, Steve, a 35-year-old married with children super successful movie director, Dave, a 38-year-old mogul producer in all media who was dating a famous female pop singer, and the married 36-year-old Joel, the head of the most powerful talent agency in the world. They were all wearing plush red robes. “Join us, Don” said Steve, handing me a red robe. I took my clothes off and put it on and sat. In the center of the circle was a round bed.

     Matt soon entered this chamber as instructed, nude. His looked so goddamn hot with his young lean defined body, arresting face and prize manhood fully erect. He took his position in the round bed, on all fours. Each of us men stood and undid the belts of our robes, all our large dicks were hard.

     Steve went to Matt, he gazed at Matt’s beauty, and then put his cock to Matt’s mouth, he sucked it magnificently. Each of us took a turn having Matt suck our cocks. Then Steve lubricated his dick and Matt’s ass, then he silently fucked him hard. One by one we each fucked and came either in or on Matt. Matt came twice from these assaults.

     Matt was a cum-drenched ragdoll who had withstood merciless pounding after pounding by us four hung men. As he lay on the bed, panting and totally fucked out, Joel handed him a contract and a pen. Matt signed the contract; he was now a client of the most powerful talent agency in the world. Us men, all left for our rooms to clean up. The servant escorted Matt to his room and brought him dinner.

     Out on the patio the servant served us the steaks he had grilled and bottles of vintage cabernet. We caught up and talked shop. At the end, Joel the agent handed me a check for $100,000. My mission was accomplished, I got into my rental car and drove home. Matt would be staying the rest of the weekend and beyond. I never saw him in person again.

     That December, he had a featured role in a major studio release set at a military academy, he did pop on screen. The next July, he starred in a blockbuster teen comedy, the rest was history. Years later when he received the Best Actor Oscar he had chased, he thanked his long-time former makeup artist wife, their three children and his agent Joel.