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Judo Practice

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20-year-old, Curt Farmer was waiting in the elevator on the way up the eighth floor and he was a bit apprehensive. He was meeting someone he found a bit uncomfortable to be around. He was a short and stocky with a beautiful cut head of red hair. On the produce isle he would have been known as a ginger. He was a brown belt, and this guy that was one of the assistant coaches, who was in his early thirties. Had agreed to help him practice for his upcoming trial for his black belt. Master Powell was somewhat of a sensitive subject to him. He had known the guy for the two years he had been coming here three times a week. Curt liked guys, and he liked capable, powerful guys. It was not something he had really rolled with a great deal.

Charlie Powell was a good-looking guy, to Curt and he filled several of the other bills. He was a big, rough-and-tumble guy that held two different black belts and knew what he was doing. He had close cropped dark hair and the dark eyes to match. He was muscular, dark skinned and was a pleasant guy.

Then there had been the incident, and that had seemed to make things very strange, and Curt did not know why. He was gay, so it was natural to feel attraction to those that did it for you. Unfortunately, Master Powell did it for him. Since the incident it had seemed as if things were just accelerating, and Curt was new to the game. The incident was simple enough, and under most circumstances would have been simply harmless. The class had paired off and, at the back of the row, as Curt always seemed to be. There was an odd number of people and Charlie had quickly hurried over to be his sparring and holds partner.

Curt was a bit smaller than Charlie and not nearly as bulky, but he was able to handle himself usually. They were practicing holds so, in this school, when they paired off. The two in the pair would wrestle and try to get a submission and that was a match. He and Charlie had locked up and he knew Charlie was stronger and more experienced than him. So, he decided to try to unbalance and grabbed him and tried to throw him with his weight onto the mat. It was a good try, but Charlie had been expecting it and had tuned his body a little and he tossed Curt down and went with him. They hit the mat and Charlie immediately went to get an arm bar, along with the use of his leg on Curt’s arm. 

Curt rolled overusing his balled up back and was going to do the same to Charlie and again, was blocked. They went down on the mat in kind of a tangle, but Charlie ended up with his foot landing right on Curt’s Cock and balls. He had managed to get hold of one of Curt’s writs and turned his arm with a wrist lock and held it. Curt’s body and mind betrayed him, because as the jab of pain hit his arm, he was getting a boner like he had never had before.

At this school, they generally did not make a practice during drills of kicking each other in the balls, so he had no need for protection. They sat sort of facing each other, with Curt’s legs spread wide enough so that Charlie’s legs were on the inside. He had Curt bent over a bit with the wrist lock, but his right foot was solidly against Curt’s 6” stiffy. He had noticed but grinned at Curt and the foot pressed harder against his cock and balls.

Charlie had looked quick over his shoulder to make sure no walkers were headed this way, satisfied he continued. He eased up on the wrist lock and Curt’s blue eyes, met his. No one would see and easing up on the lock made it easy for Curt to break it. He took his foot and began to rub Curt’s cock and balls outside of his sweatpants. On days they did this it was acceptable to wear gym clothing. Charlie held Curt’s gaze as he rubbed on his cock, he made no move to pull his arm from the lock or move away from what Charlie was doing. So, he grinned and twisted a bit more pressure back onto the wrist lock. This time Curt did move his bottom, he inched forward more into what Charlie’s foot was doing. Charlie really applied the pressure, and it caused Curt to bend over slightly.  Charlie held this for as long as was safe from being discovered and he released the hold. They both had to sit there for a moment so that Curt’s 6” erection and Charlies 7” hard on. They sat for a second to catch their breath and to let their erections go away.

Over the next couple of weeks, a strange sort of pattern had emerged. In the beginning Curt had felt ashamed and missed a scheduled class, which almost never happened. He could not expel the ideal of how much he loved the feeling of the stronger Charlie Powell having him under such control. The pain from the hold, and the feeling of the stimulation of his cock and balls. He felt like a haunted man, it permeated almost every thought that ran through his mind. He did not know why; he had never run into this before.

A few days later they were going at it again and had ended up in a pile of struggling people. It was at the end of class, and most had already left so no one was watching. They ended up lying side to side and Charlie had his left crook of his inner arm locked around Curt’s throat, but he was not hurting him, just holding him tightly. He took his other hand and grabbed Charlie’s free hand on that side and guided it down till it was on the outside of a hard 7” cock on the inside of a pair of sweatpants lying between them. To the casual observer it would just be Judo as usual, and no one was paying attention.  Charlie’s dick felt massive to Curt, and he grabbed it and squeezed on it, just enough to make it feel good.

Charlie had carefully tightened the choke hold, and he had been trained not to use to much pressure. He locked it in had held it and Curt had started to rub on his dick. He did not stop as Charlie shifted the hold and he knew it was not comfortable. He was not a paid employee here, just another student that had earned a black belt. He saw something in Curt he did not run across often; fresh, powerful, and raw slave material. Hey if he was not into the slave thing, Charlie would wager he would easily fall into a roll of fuckbuddy for when you needed one. If he wanted to be a good little boy.

Charlie released him, gave him a minute to not be sporting a huge boner and to catch his breath. He sat on one knee above him and waited for his own hardness to ease off. What these two needed was a room to talk things out.

Till tonight, Curt had been at every class, and he partnered with Charlie every time. He was doing a great deal of practicing on his own, but here, he began to always lose to Charlie. It had become one of the guilty pleasure to hold Curt close, immobilized in some hold that he really put some pressure on. Not anything that would ever injure or cause damage. But some of it was painful and as he would twist this or pull that, they both laid there with massive erections. Charlie was advanced and could throw some wicked submission holds all over you, and they were meant to make you well, submit. Yet, Curt never did, he just stayed as he was and would take it. That was the pattern, then the news had come forward about the trials. Charlie had volunteered to come in and meet him after hours. All the advanced volunteers had keys to the main training room.

Curt came in and discovered Charlie was working out and loosening up by stretching. His muscular body was in fantastic shape, and he was so balanced. As he came in Charlie spoke.

He said, “Hey, five minutes to spare. How about locking that door?”

Curt reached on the bottom on the door and headed towards the locker room to change, Charlie interrupted him.

“Hang on a second man, I have something I am thinking but I don’t want to offend you too badly.”

Curt was earnest, “I am sure you must think that I am just another one of those faggot losers. Want him to give up and all you got to do is touch his dick.”

Charlie reached over and put his hand on Curt’s shoulder, “Curt I don’t think any such thing, you are one of the best students we have here. If you want to think of yourself, and I am assuming, you are gay, as a faggot. That is fine with me, you are hot, and I can see many ways of you helping me to get off.” He stopped and paused to let this sink in, and Curt did not leave or bolt. He added, or started to say more and stopped after a word Curt could not make out.”

Curt, enjoying Charlie’s hand on his shoulder said, “I am glad you don’t think I am like a sissy, and frankly if it makes me one okay. I like when you have control of me, can hurt me if you want, can touch my dick whenever you want or make me touch yours. If that makes me a faggot, I guess that is just what I am.”

Charlie decided to let him have a taste of what he was peddling and see what he thought.

He told Curt, “No need for the locker room, take what you have off and just leave your underwear on.”

Curt took his clothes off, all except his underwear. He had a nice shapely young man’s body and an unyielding bulge as he was wearing men’s bikini style underwear.  Looking at what was before him, Charlie was instantly hard and breathing harder. He thought, ‘Let’s see just how obedient he is.’

Charlie walked over to a box that was his and pulled a few zip ties out, a bottle of lubricant, some metal clamps for the nipples and Mr. Shakey, or a sex toy named that. It was adjustable and made to slide over a dick and to vibrate like crazy.

He said, “Over on the mat, on your knees, with your wrists crossed behind you, also cross your ankles.”

Curt said, “Sir,” and headed over to the mat, got in the center and then onto his knees. He was perfect, he crossed his pretty legs, so his ankles crossed and held his hands behind him with his wrists crossed.  

Charlie got behind him then first used his phone to snap a picture of this hot number and used two zip ties to secure his wrists and ankles. Then he slid most of his dick out the side of his bikini underwear leaving it exposed. Now he reached and grabbed the material of the underwear over Curt’s balls and twisted them tight and squeezed steadily. He talked as he worked.

“What do you think about most often when you jerk yourself off. Honesty here, I mean the thing that gets you off in no time flat?”

Charlie could not see but Curt’s face turned red, “Well sir, I like the ideal of a guy having so much control over me that they can just do whatever they want. People like me, think of making people like you cum and we get hot about it. Though sir, there is something you should probably know.”

Charlie was listening and had greased up his hand with a liberal amount of lubricant and grabbed Curt’s Penis and lubed it up and jacked it to get it very hard. Once it was, he slid Mr. Shakey, which had been nice and charged and put it on the end of Curt’s hard cock. He eased it down onto the shaft and turned a nob on the side of it that made it tighten up. He pushed it down as far as it would go and tightened it till the lube started to really pour out of the bottom of it. He grinned, and toggled the on switch activating Mr. Shakey, and the vibrations reverberated through the flesh of Curt’s cock. He had to immediately stifle a moan, it felt weird but very, or so very good.

Charlie asked, “What was it I needed to know slave?”

Curt said, “Sir, it may seem odd, but I am not like a social animal, don’t get out a lot. No one has ever fucked me before. I wanted some to try but just never said anything. If it is something you like to do, I guess I am your faggot.”

Charlie grinned again, “Wow, I get to pop your cherry too.” As he said this he made some more adjustments to Mr. Shakey, which was set to high, and Curt’s world lit up as the thing started sending strong vibrations rippling through the lube that was around the skin of his cock. These vibrations worked it seemed deeper and deeper till he bet every cell in his cock was stimulated.

Curt said, “Oh, my, that is something else, sir.”

Charlie, with his Devilish good looks, was grinning as he got on his knees behind Curt, with a bottle full of lube.

He leaned forward and licked Curt behind his left ear. “For your first time I have got something special. I have some heated KY oil that I will slick myself up with, good, it heats on contact as well. It will give you a neat sensation, and is perfectly safe, it is made for this. Don’t get used to being pampered like this, you are getting popped, might as well make that as nice as possible.”

Without warning, he reached around Curt and put the clamps on his nipples, and this contrasted directly with the pleasure the thing on his dick was causing.

Charlie put his mouth close to Curt’s, “I kiss my wife or girl’s I fuck, faggots, per your choice, I spit in your mouth, and you swallow it. Open.”

Curt opened his mouth and Charlie took his time and spit several times all into his mouth.

“Swallow it faggot.”

Charlie watched Curt’s Adam’s Apple go up and down as his throat worked to obey him. As he watched him get the last of it down his dick was throbbing. He pushed it slowly into Curt and was the gentlest with him he would ever be in the future. He had forcefully pulled the bikini underwear to one side giving him access to that hole.  He took his time and kept adding liberal amounts of the oil to his dick as he worked it deeper and deeper into Curt. It was not long before he was fucking him full on.

Now he licked him behind the right ear and said, “What do you think about being fucked up the ass?”

Curt was honest, “It is a bit painful sir, but it feels good in a way as well. May I ask a question sir?”

“What is it faggot?”

Curt said, “How does it feel to you sir?”

Charlie’s eyes lit up with desire as he replied, “If it is not the tightest, it is one of the tightest holes I have ever fucked. You got a bad deal here; your cock has a vibrator humming on it. The toy that is humming on my dick is a real and live you.”

Curt was a bit sore, but Charlie’s thrusts made him feel good too and each time he did he was getting closer, he was getting vibrated into getting off slowly but surely.

Charlie whispered into his ear, “This will also be unusual, but since you are a virgin and have such a tight ass, what the hell?”

He reached around with some of the warming KY on his hand and removed Mr. Shakey, and roughly grabbed Curt’s cock. He gently began to slide his powerful hand up and down the shaft of it.

Curt went, “All the fucking powers of the universe, that feels so good thank you sir.”

Charlie replied, “When faggot slaves like you, who do what they are told, get this sometimes, when I decide you should.”

He began to really pump his hand up and down on Curt’s cock and he rocked his hips faster and was building up himself, that was so fucking tight. Curt made a funny noise and shot cum all over the place and Charlie continued to jerk him through the process. He had his chin sitting on Curt’s right shoulder and had watched him release. When he was about dry, Charlie let his hand ride up and concentrate on the head and jerked it up and down very fast.

Curt said, “Oh, that is, oh.”

Charlie said, “That is called post orgasm torture, people with big strong hands like me are really good at it.” He kept right on, and Curt continued to moan, and it was making him hot. It built and built till he pushed deep inside Curt and started draining his balls inside of him.

He told Curt, “Oh yeah, that sensation you are now feeling is what you faggots are born for, slave. You are now officially not a virgin any longer, me shooting cum up your ass has sort of deflowered you.”

Charlie fucked him slowly for a few more minutes and then pulled his dick out of a distended and stretched ass hole. He walked around and made Curt lick his cock nice and clean. He loved standing from above and watching a hot little number like Curt work.

“You don’t need to practice for the trials, you have been ready for your black belt for some months now.

He had gone over and wrote something on a piece of paper as he also taped Curt with his cellphone. He was in the middle of the floor pad, naked, on his knees with a steady stream of Charlie’s cum dripping out of his freshly de flowered ass.

Charlie walked over to him and handed him the paper. “That is my address, I am a 24/7 master that is looking for a houseboy, if you are interested, be there by 6:00 P.M. tomorrow evening.”

Curt sits there on his knees and knew he had just been rocked. He took the paper and put it to the side.

“No, need to know if I want to do it. I will be their Sir.”

Charlie said, “Good, I have been absent one for a few weeks now and you are perfect. Clean yourself and this place up and lock up on your way out. See you tomorrow, cock-sucking faggot.”

“See you tomorrow, Sir.”

Charlie left Curt with his mess to clean up. He was smiling, he’d never considered that Curt might be a virgin. He will always remember I was the first, one that fucked him. What a find that young man had been.

18-year-old William Anderson kept his hands firmly around the slim waist of 21-year-old Ben Rooney, as Ben sat in front and drove the horse they were riding on. Beside them, riding on their horses were Ben’s 19-year-old twin brothers, Luke and Matt. Festooned to the three horses were saddlebags filled with the loot from the train they had just robbed. They were dashing across the plains on the outskirts of El Paso, Texas, in August 1892.

The handsome William was thin, medium height, blond and blue-eyed. He wore a tailor-made dark blue suit, white shirt and a tie. Sitting scrunched up on the saddle rubbed up against Ben, William was shocked to feel his dick was hard in his suit trousers, despite the harrowing situation he was in. William was a contrast to the six-foot tall, lanky brown-haired Ben. He wore a Stetson hat, black leather chaps over his grimy jeans, dusty boots and a red plaid shirt. His youthful face was weathered from living outdoors and being on the run. Luke and Matt were of similar builds and were dressed the same way.

William had boarded the train in Dallas. He was the youngest son of the widowed Daniel Anderson, owner of one of the region’s largest cattle ranches. William was heading to New York City, after sightseeing he would go onto Boston; he was to attend Harvard. He’d graduated from the Boniface Academy, the finest prep school in Dallas. The rugged 45-year-old Mr. Anderson had great plans for his golden boy, these included a law degree, marriage to a Senator’s daughter, and a seat in Congress.  

The sons of deceased Irish immigrants, the Rooney Brothers grew up in an orphanage where they were troublemakers; they ran away as teenagers for a life of crime. The Rooney Brothers were known to authorities for their train robbing exploits. Ben and Luke would board a train as passengers, at the appropriate time, they’d barge into the first-class section brandishing their pistols and rob the upper-class travelers. The Continental Railroad security guards were no match for the vicious Rooney Brothers, many guards ended up dead. Terrified passengers would unhesitatingly hand over their jewelry, cash and valuables to the menacing thieves. Matt was waiting at a remote section of the route, having placed sandbags on the tracks. The conductor seeing those in the distance would stop the train in time so as not to crash. Ben and Luke would exit with a young male they’d taken away in handcuffs, Matt would be waiting with their horses. They’d ride off and lay low until their next robbery.

The Rooney Brothers most heinous exploits were never shared with the public, this was too disturbing, there was pity for the victims and the belief that they shouldn’t be shamed further. Young male passengers and young male railroad employees told horrifying tales of being forced to commit unspeakable depraved acts on the brothers during days of their lusty captivity before they were let loose, they were just glad to be alive; the brothers moved on. Most upsetting was the permanent reminder of their degradation, all the young men had been branded on their right ass cheek with an ‘R.’      

Their latest robbery went as planned. The two security guards threw their guns down, not wanting to get shot. Ben and Luke bustled through the first-class section, bursting into sleeping compartments, showing off their pistols to the well-heeled passengers who handed over their valuables. They crashed into the dining car and got more loot from those having breakfast.

“Boy, hand over that pocket watch and your wallet” roared Ben.

William, who was sitting at a table with his coffee and pancakes, shakily undid his gold pocket watch, fished for his wallet and handed them to Ben. Their eyes locked. The frightened William took in the sight of the tall thief in his jeans and black leather chaps which framed the obscene mound in the button fly crotch in the front of the tattered blue denim. Ben took in the sight of a sweet looking blond blue-eyed teenaged boy.

“Get up, boy” growled Ben in a twang, “Cuff him, Luke.” Luke took out a pair of handcuffs and grabbed the standing William’s arms, put them behind his back and cuffed him.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here!”

Carrying saddle bags of bounty, they hustled William down the hallway of the train, then exited. Matt was there with their horses.

They rode for hours, then they headed up a trail to a secluded patch of land dotted with boulders. “We’ll camp out here” said Ben. The cuffed William sat on a rock as the three brothers set up a tent, and then made a campfire. The three brothers took of all their clothes. They were nude, their young tight lean bodies were hairy, on their torsos were knife and bullet scars. Each brother had a large uncut dick framed by a bush of dark hair, below were their swaying heavy and hairy balls. Like the twins themselves, their dicks were identical.

“Boy, what’s your name?” said Ben as he unlocked William’s handcuffs.

“William Anderson.”

“Well Billy, I’m Ben, and this here are my brothers Luke and Matt, there hard to tell apart” laughed Ben. “Get out of that fancy suit, Billy.” The trembling William slowly undressed. “Your drawers, too!” The blushing William took off his white undershirt and then his baggy white underwear.

“Billy boy is mighty excited!” drawled Luke who was now holding a whip. Indeed, William’s fine young uncut dick jutted forward, ramrod hard, his bush was blond, and his virile balls bounced around.

“Damn! That’s a great ass!” yelled Matt. William’s ass was a sight to these men who were used to the pleasures of boy ass. It was two magnificent globes of creamy pale firm young flesh. The enticing crack was dotted by wisps of blond hair. From experience, the brothers could see that it was an ass that had never been fucked.

“Get on your knees Billy, then take turns sucking our dicks” said Ben in his deep voice. “Get going Billy, or Luke will give you a whipping till you do.”

William got on his knees; he was not an innocent virgin, he was a man of the world. On his family’s cattle ranch, he’d seen bulls fucking cows plenty of times. On his 16th birthday, his father took him to Miss Betty’s, Dallas’ leading whorehouse. A pretty girl introduced him to the joys of getting his dick sucked and of fucking a woman. He father had an account at Miss Betty’s and William went back many times. In barns on the family compound, he’d seen ranch hands sucking other ranch hands’ dicks and them fucking another guy up the ass. No one ever talked out loud about such things, but everyone knew what went on among fruits as such men were called.

“Sometimes son, a man is licked. There’s no two ways about it, a man just has to accept what’s coming, get through it, and move on from it” had been one of his father’s wise observations.

William looked up at his tormentors with their big hard dicks in front of his face. Refusing to do what they wanted meant he’d be whipped badly; they were going to get what they wanted from him anyway. He’d get through this and move on. He opened his mouth as wide as he could. He took in the grinning Ben’s dick. William thought of the way whores had slobbered on his knob and of the ranch hands on their knees happily sucking on a dick. He swirled his tongue on bulbous head of Ben’s dick. He tasted the salty hot juice it oozed, he had no mind to be repulsed, he was keen on satisfying his abductors. William licked all over the thick sweaty and smelly log, he gagged and choked as he took it all the way down his throat like whores and fruits did. Having a dick down his throat was strange sensation, it wasn’t so terrible. He remembered to lick and suckle Ben’s hairy ball sack like the whores had done to his.

“Damn! Looky here! This spoiled brat didn’t need a whipping! He just took to dicksucking like a fucking whore!” guffawed Luke.

“I saw him eyeing me, and knew he was the one for us” laughed Ben, “He sure knows how to use that purdy mouth.”

William now took his mouth of Ben’s dick, he took in Luke’s and gave it and his balls a thorough polishing and sucking with his mouth, lips and tongue. Then he went on to Matt’s. He alternated between the three brothers, feeling their dicks get more swollen from his sucking.

“That’s enough, Billy” said Ben, “Go over to that rock and bend over it.”

Of course, thought William, that would be part of their plan, he’d get through it.

“Ever take it up the ass?” asked Ben.

“NEVER!” cried William. “Please! No! My father is a rich man. He’ll wire you money! Please! NOT THAT!”

“Ah, we got plenty of money, what you got here is priceless!” snarled Ben to the bent over William, as he slathered big rock-hard dick with lard from a tin, “I’m going to have the honor and the pleasure of breaking you in. I ain’t going lie, it’s going to hurt like hell, but then you’ll get used to it and get to like it, like all the other ones do. Here” he said putting a whiskey bottle to William’s lips, he chugged some down. He greased up William’s asshole and put the tip of his dick to the lips of William’s asshole.

“Jesus fucking Christ! This bitch is so goddam tight!” roared Ben as he felt William’s insides part to take his dick as he slowly penetrated William. William was teary eyed and yelling from the pain of having his ass split open for the first time, thankfully the whisky had gone to his head. Ben’s dick was all the way in William’s chute. Ben slowly withdrew it, then put it back in a little faster. Soon, he developed a steady rhythm of thrusting his dick, he was fucking William against the rock, he was groaning and grunting. William was sobbing as he now got fucked hard by Ben. The sobs of pain soon turned to sobs of delight, William had never experienced anything that felt so great as getting his innards stretched out by another man’s dick. His own dick had never been so hard, it had never spasmed with such intensity before, it had never shot of such blasts of seed, landing on the rock below his waist. He shuddered from this unimagined pleasure. Ben kept fucking him and hollering, and soon William felt his nether regions being flooded with rushes of Ben’s warm thick seed. His ass felt the sliding sensation of Ben pulling his dick out of it.

“My turn!” hollered Luke who shoved his dick straight into William. Luke fucked away at William, who was acclimating himself to be used by men and learning to enjoy it. He soon felt Luke shooting off his seed inside him. Then, Matt took his turn. The three brothers jumped into the nearby stream to cleanse themselves. William struggled to walk to the stream, then jumped in. The cool water felt so good against his throbbing ravaged ass and insides. The sun was setting.

The nude young men grilled hunks of beef on sticks over the campfire, they ate that along with a skillet of beans. They rolled cigarettes, smoked them and passed around a whiskey bottle. William coughed as he smoked his first cigarette, guzzled more whiskey and passed the bottle back to the brothers.

“No Billy, finish up the bottle, you’re going to need it” said Ben, holding a small, short iron poker with an ‘R’ on the end, he put it in the campfire. When the metal was red hot, Luke and Matt helped up the drunken William and bent him over the rock he had been raped on.

“Billy, no matter how old you live to be, or where you end up in life, until the day you die, you’ll never forget that we fucked your ass” said Ben.

William screamed in agony as he felt the hot metal placed against his right ass cheek for a few seconds.

“There, there” said Ben as he rubbed a gob of butter on the small area of William’s branded flesh. “This is already healing nicely; you’ll be good as new in no time.”

Luke and Matt shuffled William into the tent. They all lay down on the blanket nude. William was next to Ben on one side, and Luke and Matt were on the other side of him. The brothers all fell asleep, William passed out.

William woke up the next morning groggy, there he was next to the snoring brothers. It wasn’t a nightmare; he really had been taken captive and cornholed. His ass was sore inside and his seared flesh stung. He lay staring at the tent’s ceiling.

“Good morning, Billy” laughed the awake Ben, “Rise and shine!” he yelled at his brothers. The young men all walked out of the tent to the bushes, and each took a long piss.

“Billy, we all got morning wood” said Ben, “Take care of us.”

William got on his knees and began sucking the brothers’ dicks, while jerking his own hard dick, he was excited. One by one, the brothers’ dicks shot off a load of warm salty spunk, which William chugged down his throat, it didn’t taste so bad. William jerked his dick off, the spunk shot it the air, landing on the grass.

The nude young men sat around the campfire drinking coffee, eating biscuits and then smoking hand rolled cigarettes. They got dressed, Ben gave William a pair of jeans, a plaid shirt and an extra Stetson hat to wear, his fancy blue suit was left behind. They rode their horses rode till nightfall. William again held on to Ben’s waist as he sat on the saddle behind him, his dick strained in his jeans as he held his man. In the space of a few hours, William had changed. He felt such camaraderie with these low-class thieves who had violated his mouth and ass with their dicks. These four young men had a profound bond.

They set up camp at night, they ate dinner around the campfire, drinking whiskey and smoking cigarettes. They went into the tent and took their clothes off. William eagerly sucked the brothers’ dicks. “Lay on your back and spread your legs” said Ben. William did as commanded. Ben greased up his dick with lard and fucked William on his back. It was a passionate sweaty fuck for both young men. William wailed with joy, then howled as his dick shot off jism from getting fucked that it the tent’s roof. Luke and Matt then took turns on William’s ass with their dicks. They all blissfully passed out. In the morning, William sucked off the brothers. After breakfast, they bathed in a stream, got dressed and rode off. So, it went for five days, riding and fucking.

“Billy, here’s how it is” said Ben, one morning after William had sucked him, Matt and Luke off, “That was our last train robbery, we got enough money to last for quite a while. No sense in our keeping on at it, we’d get caught or killed sooner or later. We got ourselves a little place in Mexico, that’s where were heading. We been talking, we could drop you off at the next town, so you could go back home, or you could come and live with us. It’s up to you.”

Fuck Harvard! Fuck the life that was all planned out for him! 18-year-old William was overjoyed at the prospect of living forever with the Rooney Brothers and getting their dicks all the time.

“I want to go with you!”

“We’re all mighty happy to hear that” said Ben patting William’s ass.

They rode into Mexico, outside of Vera Cruz, to the Rooney Brothers’ small one-room house set on five acres near a stream for bathing. The train robbery bounty was placed under the floorboards. Life was simple, they ate meals that William cooked, drank, smoked and fucked.

“We ain’t much for reading” said Ben, “These were in the house when we bought it” indicating a shelf with the complete works of Charles Dickens. “I remember back when were in school the teacher reading from these, it sure was exciting.” So, every afternoon after lunch, William read aloud to the brothers beginning with David Copperfield .

Saturdays were thrilling. They rode into Vera Cruz, they had dinner and tequila at the cantina. A Mariachi band played, there were dance shows. Then they went to the saloon, drank and played poker. The brothers often won. They’d get a room in the hotel and stay overnight, then head back home in the afternoon. It such a happy time, the four young men enjoyed each other’s company as well as William’s dicksucking and assfucking him every night.

At the saloon one Saturday night, the brothers were playing poker with the handsome 24-year-old Javier Mercado, a colonel in the Mexican army. He was medium height, muscular and exotically handsome. The pot was big, the brothers folded one by one.

“Gringos” said Javier smiling and in slightly accented English, “You can keep the pot, if you give me your maricon for the night instead.”

William who was sitting near the poker table, blushed, got jittery and swigged another shot of tequila.

“Well, Colonel Mercado, you got yourself a deal!” roared Ben, scooping up the money in the center of the table into a sack. “Billy, go give Colonel Mercado a good time!”

William nervously stood and looked at the now standing officer. He looked so strong in his uniform which he filled out the crotch of. The grinning officer groped William’s ass in his jeans to catcalls from the brothers. William followed the colonel upstairs; they went into his room.

 Javier poured out tequila shots, they sipped while sitting on a couch.

“Gringo, you are so beautiful” said Javier as he bent his head to kiss William. William was shocked at feeling the officer’s wet large tongue meshing with his own and his lips on his. William had never been kissed by a man before. He sucked the brothers’ dicks and they fucked him, sure, but there was no fruity stuff like kissing. William smelled the tequila on Javier’s breath, it was feeling Javier’s stubble brush against his face that really made William tingle. They continued kissing passionately, until Javier put his hand around William’s neck, William knew what was expected of him and sunk to the floor.

He took off the reclining officer’s boots and socks, undid the officer’s belt, pulled down his uniform trousers and tugged off his underwear. William was stunned at the sight of the colonel’s enormous manhood. It was the biggest dick he had ever seen and the most perfect. It was a thick long column of light brown uncut man flesh. The huge hairy balls were like that of one the bulls on his family’s cattle ranch.

William was on his knees in between the officer’s outstretched legs. He peeled back the foreskin, opened his mouth, hollowed it and slowly took in the officer’s hog. He got it in all the way to the base, then he licked it all over, doing a detailed job on the flared ridged head and its underside, the juice was warm and salty.

“Oh!” sighed Javier as he smoked a cigar and sipped more tequila, “Beautiful blond gringo maricons are the best putas! My father paid for one to be with me at the military academy, I fucked him every night for years.”

Javier luxuriated in the sight of William’s handsome face stuffed with his dick and his lips, lounge and mouth in overdrive working on his pole. He undid his uniform jacket and shirt, tossing them.

“Get undressed gringo.”

William stopped sucking Javier’s dick, stood and took his clothes off.

“Turn around.”

“Muy bonito!” laughed Javier. “You really are those brothers’ maricon!” He said seeing William’s branded ass cheek.

Javier pulled William to the bed. Javier sat against the pillows; his legs were outstretched. His grande dick was moist with his spunk and William’s saliva. He slathered his dick with lard. “Turn around, sit on it, ride my pinga” said Javier in his deep masculine voice.

William stood on the bed, then slowly begin to sit on the officer’s big hard dick. William was taken aback by the wall mirror across from the bed. He could see his white asshole with the Javier’s brown dick at the crack. He watched in amazement as his white asshole begin stretching around that brown dick which looked even bigger in the mirror. He winced as he felt his insides splitting open to take in Javier. William was sitting on Javier’s dick. He rode it, fucking himself. It was the greatest pleasure William had ever experienced. Javier began thrusting his hips, taking over control of the fuck. His hands caressed William’s pecs, he bent his head and kissed William on the mouth as he fucked him. William saw all this in the mirror. It soon got to be too much, his rock-hard dick erupted, his jism flew through the hair splattering the mirror. Javier kept fucking him until he hollered a bunch of Spanish words. William felt blasts of hot Mexican spunk gushing deep inside him. Javier slowly withdrew his dick out of William.

They cleaned themselves up, the still nude Javier poured more tequila, they shared a cigar. William puts his clothes back on. Javier reached into his uniform trousers, he handed William a $20 bill and kissed him.

William limped to the Rooney Brothers’ room. They were nude, drinking tequila and smoking cigarettes.

“Well! Don’t he look like a well-fucked whore!”

“He’s dang near glowing from taking that Mexican’s dick!”

“Tell us all about your soldier!”

Were some of the remarks made by the aroused brothers before William sucked them and they fucked him as the sun came up. Always on track to make a buck, the brothers now whored out William to other Mexican army officers during their Saturday night poker excursions at the saloon.

One night, they were all in bed at the house. Luke and Matt were laying on either side of William, who was his back. He was in the center with his legs raised as Ben was fucking him. It was their usual round of carnal pleasure.

It all happened so fast. A shot rang out. William was looking up at Ben who was fucking him, Ben now had a hole in his forehead, blood gushed out before he collapsed on top of William. Two more shots rang out, each hit Luke and Matt on their foreheads, they lay against the headboard with blood gushing out of their heads. The blood-splattered William was frozen with fear amidst the brothers’ dead bodies on the bloody white sheet.

“Don’t worry boy, I’m not going to shoot you. I’m here to bring you back to your daddy” said the craggy man who was in his early 20’s. He walked over and spat on each one of the dead brothers. “These sons of bitches grabbed me off a train six months ago, I was sitting next to my wife and one-year-old son. You know what they did to me. I read in the newspaper that your daddy was offering a $10,000 reward for your return, no questions asked. I figured I’d get that, and vengeance, I been trailing you all for months. Where’s their money? They got no use for it now.”

“Under the floorboards, there.”

The man opened the area and carried saddlebags of loot and tied it to the two horses outside. William got dressed in jeans, boots, a plaid shirt and a Stetson and went outside. From the doorway, he saw the man pick up an oil lamp and hurl it on the floor. Flames spread out through the house. As William and the man rode away, the house, the Rooney Brothers, Charles Dickens, and a way of life were obliterated by fire.

They stopped in Vera Cruz and went to the cantina for dinner.

“I’m David Thornton” said the man, drinking another tequila, “I was a schoolteacher, now I’m going take my wife and son to see Europe! Then, I’m going to go New York and go into business! Good things can come out of bad things!”

They got a single room at the hotel. Thornton stripped out of his clothes, he a lean wiry build.

“See!” he roared turning around, there was his right ass cheek branded with an ‘R.’ His back was covered in scars from having been whipped. “I fought those bastards as best I could, they still had their way with me over three days. You don’t have a mark on you, and you were so lovey dovey in bed with them. Ain’t my business what went on with you all, but I reckon I don’t need to go to the whorehouse tonight, do I?” grinned Thornton as he jacked his nice-sized uncut dick. It wasn’t as big as the Rooney Brothers’, but it would do, thought William as he got on his knees and sucked it. Then he took his clothes off, got on his hands and knees on the bed, presenting his branded ass to Thornton. He spat on his dick and began fucking William from behind. It wasn’t the communal lust he had with the brothers, it was a brutal onslaught, as if Thornton was taking twisted retribution for his own rape. Still, William was aroused by the physical and mental situation. His hard dick soon spurted off on the bed, he felt Thornton’s dick explode its geyser of spunk in his insides. They passed out.

They rode for a few days and then took the train to Dallas.

“Thank you Mr. Thornton and good luck to you” said Daniel Anderson in his study handing Thornton stacks of hundred dollars bills. Thornton left.

“Son, you’re back home in one piece and you seem like a real man now” said Mr. Anderson taking in the sight of his sunburned son in jeans, a red plaid shirt, muddy boots and a Stetson. “What’s done is done and will never be spoken of” he said pouring two crystal glasses of whiskey. Father and son, each lit up a cigar and sat at Mr. Anderson’s desk.

“Nothing has changed. You will go to Harvard, you’re in time for the spring semester, you’ll spend the summer with tutors making up the fall semester’s work. You will graduate on schedule, then two years of law school, after graduation you and Charlotte will have the greatest wedding Dallas has ever seen! In 1900, you will be elected to Congress. The future is still on track! Goodnight, son.”

“Goodnight, father.” William went upstairs to his room.

“Dan! What the hell?!” yelled William

His 22-year-old elder brother, the sinewy, tough looking brown-haired Daniel Anderson Jr., was standing there nude.

Mr. Anderson’s plans for his elder son had been quite different. Dan was taken out of school at a young age and put to work on the ranch to learn the business from the bottom up. He would one day succeed his father as the most ruthless cattle baron in Texas. He’d been married off to another rancher’s daughter, he had one son already and another on the way.

“The old man don’t want to think about where you been and what you been doing, best let sleeping dogs lie. I reckon I have some idea” laughed Dan. “All the other fellas that gang cornholed found their way back. Not you, no siree. You were with them in Mexico, happy as a pig in shit. Mr. Thornton was mighty talkative before he went on his way with $10,000 of family money. I figure, you got a taste for this now” said Dan stroking his big fat hard uncut dick and tugging his hairy ball sack. “I’m happy to oblige you, it’s best this way. Since you been broken in, you’re going to get those urges and could get yourself in trouble chasing after dick. Nah, will keep this just between us, we’ll both get what we want.”

William sank to his knees and with his Stetson hat still on, he began sucking his brother’s dick.

“Hot damn!” exclaimed Dan, “You’re as good as any of Miss Betty’s whores! Those brothers made sure real fruit out of you! I’m set to fuck!”

William took his mouth off his brother’s dick and undressed.

“There it is!” said Dan touching William’s branded ass cheek. “ Just like one of our cows! Billy, I got this from the kitchen” he said indicating a jar of lard, “I want you to be nice and comfortable, how do you like taking it?”

“On my back” said William, getting in the bed and spreading his legs. Dan greased up his dick and William’s ass. Dan was quite a cocksman, his fucking brought them both to ecstasy. Dan put on a robe.

“I reckon you’re tired out from traveling and all else, goodnight Billy.”

“Good night, Dan.” 

Dan left, and went back to the room he slept in with his wife.

William slept soundly.

Edge Running Cambodia

I didn’t have time to think of anything more than the “Oh shit” as far as a plan to get out of an airplane being flown by the guy who had sold me to a sexual torturer and me finding a shitload of individually packaged heroine stuffed in the seat beside me. Getting out of an airplane floating in the sky but already descending for a landing didn’t offer many options. I didn’t see an airstrip down there, but I’d have to take it on faith there was one. We’d been in the air not much over thirty minutes. I’d been told that, although the hotel casino where I was to dance in one of the floor shows was in Cambodia, it was right on the border with Thailand and not that far really from Bangkok.

As hedonistic as Thailand was, they didn’t allow casino gambling there. They didn’t allow it in the other countries bordering Cambodia, either—Laos and Vietnam—so Cambodia, still hard up for foreign capital, was cleaning up on that market. Cambodia had picked Poipet, a sleepy border entry town on the Cambodian-Thai border on one of the only roads leading into Cambodia from anywhere, and made it into a hedonist, almost-anything-goes frontier town where gamblers and sexual thrill-seekers could gather largely outside of the scrutiny of anyone else in the world.

What played in Poipet stayed in Poipet was much more assured than Las Vegas’s claim to that phrase.

We were coming down low. I didn’t hear landing gear coming down, as I’d never heard it going up. All I could see were the lights of a town below, with one main, neon-lit street. I was told that the Grand Diamond City Casino was only a short walk from the border checkpoint in Poipet and that Poipet wasn’t much of a town other than a couple of casinos, the Grand Diamond City being the largest, and a couple of blocks of bars and brothels.

We overflew the town to where darkness was all that stretched out below us into the interior of one of the world’s most isolated and primitive countries. It was nearly midnight. Then three lights came on in a row, which were answered by three more in a parallel line. Kevin Lu brought the plane down on a sort-of level stretch of field between the lights. As we were coming down, I could see that the illumination was being provided by the headlights of vehicles.

Lu rolled to a stop, and I heard him exclaim an explicative, as the pilot’s door was jerked open and he was pulled out of the plane. I didn’t have time to wonder about that other than the sensation that this obviously wasn’t the reception he’d been planning to receive, because my door was jerked open too, and I was being pulled out of the backseat of the small plane by muscular Asian guys in dark uniforms. Standing beyond them, picked out in the headlights of one of the vehicles and loosely holding something like an AK-47 like he knew how to use it, was a Western guy. He was taller than the Asians, wiry but muscular, a Marine buzz cut—in fact he had U.S. Marine written all over him, except he looked to be in his late forties—a very fit and in-command late forties, albeit one who was graying. There didn’t look to be an ounce of fat on his body—tall, ramrod straight, all business, no smiling. To me, he was sexy as hell. He was a poster child for commando. I couldn’t help letting my gaze go to his basket—it was an occupational “thing” with me—and to wonder if he was going commando. There was definite signs of curve and thickness there.

“What?” I said to the Asians holding me and looking like they expected me to say something. “I’m not really with this guy. Just was catching a ride. I’ve got a job to go to at a casino here—The Grand Diamond City. I’m not really with this guy.”

“They can’t understand you.” The Western guy spoke. “They understand some English, but not being delivered as fast as you’re letting it spill out.” The voice was low, cultured—calm, sounding a bit amused. Totally in control and obviously used to the role. “You need to slow down. We got this. You’ll be fine.”

“Sorry, this doesn’t happen to me often,” I said.

“My impression is that it does,” he said. “You’re Doug McClure, aren’t you? You’re on the run from a drug lord in Bangkok—Dusit Thanat—aren’t you?”

That got my attention. It also exploded any clever retort I might have given. Into the void that created, he said something to the Cambodian policemen or soldiers, or whoever they were, and they released me and backed off.

He clearly was in control here if not formally in charge and he understood English—he had an American accent—and he knew who I was. That meant he probably knew why I was here. To hide from Dusit Thanat, yes, but that I really did have a job here. So, I tried what was important with him.

“I’m not really with this guy. I mean I know him. His name is Kevin Lu, and he’s some sort of dealer as well as a pilot. But I didn’t know he was the one who’d fly me here. And I didn’t know what he was hauling. I’m not any part of his business. I mean I found it. It’s here in the backseat, under the cushion of the seat next to the one I was sitting in.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he barked, his exclamation cutting through the night like a knife. “Come here.”

As I stumbled forward, he waved the Asians—Cambodians, I assumed—back and they turned their attention to the plane, having been joined by other uniformed Cambodians. There was no sign of Kevin Lu. They were going over the plane like ants. They’d find the drugs at any moment.

He put a hand on my arm when I came closer and lowered his voice.

“Don’t give these guys ideas,” he said. “I know you’re not connected to the drugs. I knew Dusit Thanat was flying drugs in tonight. I know you are supposed to dance at the Grand Diamond City. I know that you’re a prostitute too—and a doctor. Roger Allard told me about you. We work together in some ways. I also know that you would never have gotten to the casino. Dusit Thanat knew you were on the plane. Kevin Lu was assigned to take you out and leave you in this field.”

“No, I didn’t know that,” I said, meekly. I was trembling. He ran his hand up and down my arm. “I have a job to come to here; that’s all I know.”

“You wouldn’t really have that either if Allard hadn’t talked to another dancer in your troupe and found out what you were up to. No one arranged for you to have a job here. That should tell you something about the connections, whoever you were relying on in Bangkok is with Dusit Thanat’s crime organization. You would never have gotten off this field alive.”

I shivered in the knowledge of the implications he was pointing to. I couldn’t rely on Kenon Jackson and his contract with me—at least with his setup in Bangkok. At this minute I was at the mercy of this American soldier of fortune, or whatever he represented.

“I can get you away from here,” he said. “I’ve already established with these men that you weren’t ever here. My office works closely with them. We don’t rely a lot on regulations and red tape. But we have to walk away now. We’ll go to where you thought you were going. You can show up for work tomorrow morning—I’ve made the necessary arrangements for that. The casino’s glad to get you.”

“Why again are you doing this for me?” I asked. “What do you get out of this?” He didn’t answer directly, but I didn’t have trouble latching to a partial answer to that question. He had me fully in his grip now. His free hand had slipped down to cupping my buttocks. “Oh, fuck,” I said. “You want a free piece of me just like Allard got.”

“I’m checked in at the Grand Diamond City,” he said. “We’ll go to my room, and you’ll give me what you gave Roger Allard last night. Roger told me he cautioned you not to leave Bangkok without telling him. You should have heeded him. But he says you’re a great lay, that you do it really well—that you’re easy, can make yourself loose or tight on demand, and give a guy a good time.”

After a brief check in with the management office of the Grand Diamond City Casino, he guided me up to a suite in the casino’s hotel tower, unceremoniously stripped me, and laid me in a business-like, no-messing-around manner in the doggy, missionary, and crab positions. He fucked me all night, and he did it a lot better than the U.S. Embassy Bangkok staffer, Roger Allard, did. All the time he was at it, I increasingly got the impression he wasn’t doing it just for pleasure—although there was pleasure enough in it for both of us. This was some sort of tryout. I understood that he was asserting a master-and-submissive relationship. He fucked me expertly, so I didn’t bother to struggle against it.

It started in front of the full-length mirror on the reverse side of the closet door. We stood there, both naked, him taller than I was and more muscular. All hunky Marine of a certain age. He cupped my chin with one hand and palmed my belly with the other, tilting and lifting my buttocks so he could work his thick cock up into my channel, deep. He fucked me from behind, holding my head captive, face forward, looking into the mirror, with him looking over my shoulder, both of us watching the effect on my facial expressions and the shuddering of my body at the working of his mastering cock inside me. I had one hand thrown back, clutching one of his undulating buttocks cheeks, feeling it expand and contract as he fucked me. I stroked myself off with the other, my jism splashing against the mirror we were facing long before he was finished inside me. He was thick and long, and he knew what he was doing. He took his time and edged me, taking me to the edge and then backing off and taking me to the edge again. He invaded my soft core and fucked me there, deep, possessing me fully, flooding me with his cum when he wanted to, breeding me, establishing that he was my master.

Later, he fucked me on the bed, both in a close-hold missionary and even later in a possessive doggy. He had said he knew I was a prostitute, which was more than I had admitted to myself. That night, though, I was a prostitute for him. I gave him whatever he wanted, and he wanted it all. I lay docilely in his firm, capturing embrace, opening fully to him, working hard to stretch to his need while staying loose, relaxed to maximize the depth he endeavored to reach. He wanted to conquer, and conquer he did.

His was one of the biggest, most vigorous, demanding, possessing cocks I’d ever taken. I would never forget it or what he could do with it. I both feared it and ached for it, and however I related to him later was referenced by what he had swinging between his legs.

When he finished, as light was beginning to filter into the room through the windows and he rose from me, I remained there, on my back, legs spread and bent, thighs turned out, pelvis elevated by the leverage of my feet pressing into the sheets, my arms extended out in a sacrificial position, my hole gaping open, dribbling his cum. I was moaning, still panting shallowly, and purring, never having been taken that cruelly and gloriously and that many times in a night.

He stood there for the longest minute, beside the bed, looking down at me with a little victorious smile on his face.

“Right, that’s you now. You are mine to do as I will with you.”

“Yes,” I murmured in answer, having no idea at all of what that would entail, but knowing that it was base truth.

But the master wasn’t finished yet. He sauntered off to the bathroom, and when he returned, he came up on his knees between my thighs on the bed again, wrapped an arm around my waist to elevate my pelvis more, thrust up inside me, and fucked me again.

“Again,” he muttered. “Be my whore.”

“Yes,” I answered, with a deep moan.

* * * *

“Down on all fours,” he said as I came out of the bathroom in the light of the next day. I dropped down into a doggy position. He was sitting on the side of the bed, naked and in magnificent erection, his legs spread.

“Crawl over here on your hands and knees and take me in your mouth. Suck me.” I did as he commanded, turning all control over to him.

He ran his fingers into my reddish-blond curls and held my head into his crotch as I gave him head. “Is it true what Roger said about you—that you really are a doctor? Not just a dancer and a good lay, but a doctor, as well?” Sam Winterberry asked.

That’s who he told me he was, in morning’s light. Sam Winterberry, of the U.S. government, but not tied down to a particular job overseas—just a rover helping to ensure U.S. national interests were being served. He didn’t have to tell me that he probably was with the CIA. I guess that meant Roger Allard, who said he worked at the American Embassy in Bangkok was too. So, running along the edge entailed falling in with spies, I decided. It least they were American spies. Still, it scared the hell out of me.

Being the man’s bitch scared me too, but there wasn’t anything I could do about that. He had mastered me and now was training me. When he barked at me to go on all fours, crawl to him, and suck him off, I went down on my hands and knees, crawled to him, and took him in my mouth. Unless I could gain the strength to break away from him, I was his bitch.

Winterberry hadn’t given me a name the previous night. I hadn’t been interested in who he was—beyond the fact that he had a hard body and a huge cock and knew how to use it—and he did have a huge cock and he did know how to use it. He also knew how to make me his sex slave. Last night it was like he was just putting me through my paces, testing what I could and would do for a man in sex. Now he was working on making me his slave in intelligence operations too.

Having established his master position, he pulled me off his cock.

“Down on your back on the floor,” he said, obviously testing me on my total submission. I went down on my back.

“Arms straight out, in the position of sacrifice.” I complied. “Bend and spread your legs; feet on the floor, lifting your tail high.” I went into that position and he stood, crouched between my thighs, and palmed the small of my back with one hand while putting the bulb of his erection at my hole with the other. I gasped and panted as he penetrated, taking his time to reach depth. Clutching and spreading my butt cheeks with his hands, he pulled and released to match the rhythm of his deep thrusts. I moaned at his total possession of my ass channel, fucking me deep in long, slow thrusts. He was master and I was slave. Every sensation I could muster was marshalled to experiencing his thick, long shaft inside my channel, working me, stretching me, mastering me. I was his for however he wanted to use me. Hovering over me and grunting in his own effort, his eyes captured mine, conveying the same message. He was my master; I was his slave. Thrust, thrust, thrust.

He didn’t finish me there though. After a while, he withdrew, pulled me up from the floor and laid me on my back on the bed, moving onto the bed himself. I offered no resistance, letting him maneuver and place me as he wished. I immediately assumed the position, on my back, legs spread and bent, feet on the mattress, elevating my pelvis, offering myself to him. But he didn’t mount me. He stretched out beside me, working my body with his hands. “That wasn’t a rhetorical question. Are you an accredited doctor?”

“Yes. Why do you ask?” Winterberry had fucked me in a side split when we both had awakened in the morning, and we were stretched out against each other on the bed again. He was stroking me with a hand. I knew we’d fuck again before facing the day. He pulled away from my cock, now throbbing for him, and lit up a cigarette. He had an arm around me, his hand playing with one of my nipples. My hand was playing with his cock. He was massive even in half erection.

“You owe Roger Allard and me your life. And you owe your country big time because Roger and I have saved you.”

“I understand that,” I said. “So, you want me to do something for you—for the interests of the United States? Because I’m a doctor?”

“Because you are a doctor, yes, but also because you are an American and will be in the male dance troupe here and because you are a delectable prostitute.”

“So, I satisfy you in bed?”

“You do fine; you will do fine for our purposes,” he said. That wasn’t a ringing endorsement, and I thought I’d done more than just fine with him, so I didn’t pursue that more deeply. I was smitten by him. I had wondered if I had gotten to him enough that even though it looked like he was in control, I was more so because of his need for me. He was indicating that, no, he definitely was in full control here.

Winterberry continued. “Allard and I are working a project together—for U.S. intelligence. You are the young man we need in the position we need—a need we have now, in the next few days.”

“So, you want me to let someone of your choosing fuck me?”

“Yes. A Chinese agent, here in the hotel, in a few days. We want you to be as compliant for him as you are being with me. We’re not sure when he’ll arrive, coming from Shanghai. Gamblers come here from all over Asia. We’ll set everything up, but you’ll have to take the seduction to the completion. And if that goes well, you’ll go under a Thai warlord for us some time after that, as well.”

“And the doctor angle?”

“We don’t want to just compromise the Chinese agent—the room, here at the hotel, will have surveillance cameras to help do that. We also want to interrogate him—and to double him.”

“You and this Chinese agent are going to fuck me together?”

He laughed. “No, doubled as in turning him to be our agent with the Chinese thinking he is still their agent. We want you to give him the needle.”

“I couldn’t be any part of killing someone,” I said. “I swore an oath as a doctor.”

“We don’t want him dead. We want him recruited, and we want you to go somewhere with him—wired up. We need a doctor, though, to make sure he’s in good shape after we have mined him for information. You’ll be helping to keep him alive and healthy, not killing him. Can you inject a man with a manageable dose of sodium pentothal that would encourage him to tell us the truth as he knows it and monitor him while we’re interrogating him to ensure he comes out of it OK?”

Oh.

I didn’t say more, as he’d stubbed his cigarette out in a tray on the nightstand and was using his hands to tell me we were going to have sex again. It was sex, pure and simple—there was no affection involved. It could be cruel and brutal with no consideration of my wants and needs. He had sex on me, using me for his primeval needs, subjugating me to his will and control. Fucking me to gain and maintain control over me. But in him taking what he wanted, he fulfilled me too.

He rolled over on top of me and he had sex on me again. I just lay there, being as open to him as I could manage, being stretched and worked deep by one of the biggest cocks I’d ever taken, and he ravished me. Once again every fiber of me focused on the long, thick cock moving inside me, using me totally.

It was sex, not love. I was just a prostitute for him—and a tool in his spy case. For me, he was all consuming. I was totally possessed by a cock that stretched and worked me, finding every secret corner inside me, caressing and punishing me, taking me to the edge and then backing off only to return again in even more mastery, making me feel that I never could get enough of his possession, sinking into the spongy core of me and dwelling there, sending me through waves and waves of explosive satisfaction.

“Oh, shit. Fuck. You’re too deep. You’re taking it all. You leave me nothing. Oh, fuck. Oh, FUCK!”

I hung on tight to him, sobbing and moaning, as, barebacking me, he tensed and jerked and released his seed deep in my core. And then again and again. He filled me, consumed me, with his hot cum.

I continued to sob, the two of tightly entwined in a close embrace, as he remained deep inside me, jerking with short releases of cum, nonstopping breeding. “Don’t worry about this,” he murmured. “We test often, and we have pills for this. I have pills for both of us. In case you wondered I have enhancement pills too.” He immediately showed what he meant by that.

Still hard, he slowly pulled out of me, with me moaning the loss of the mastering shaft inside me, but then, just as he was losing connection, he laughed, plunged back inside, and fucked me again in rapid, vigorous thrusts. I lay back, fully open, back arched, arms and legs spread, killing me with his thrusts, until, with another gush of cum, he seeded me deep again. I lay there, entirely open, totally vulnerable, as, in wave after wave, he pumped me full of his cum.

Afterward, he told me that I would do quite nicely for their plans, so the previous night and this morning had also been somewhat of a test I had had to pass with him.

He had conquered me. He scared me spitless, but when he had finished me that morning, I was his. I would do anything he demanded of me—including going down on all fours, crawling to him, and taking him in my mouth; including going under a Chinese guy or a Thai warlord, or anything else Winterberry wanted me to do—any two or three of them together, if that’s what Winterberry wanted.

Every other man was just a john to me. Winterberry had established himself as my master—and that scared the hell out of me.

Intrigued, the doctor in me roused, I said, “Tell me about these pills you people have access to to protect men from STDs—and to hold erections and produce cum like that.”

He did, and I would probably would have signed up with his service just to have access to those pills.

* * * *

The accommodations the casino assigned to me in the Grand Diamond City Hotel weren’t grand and they weren’t anything like the suite that I left that morning to go report in for duty with the entertainment manager. The dancers of the male dance troupe, which did two shows nightly in a small theater tucked away in a remote area of the sprawling casino complex bunked together in one dormitory-style room under the eaves in the hotel wing. There were five of us now that I had arrived, and the other four were glad to see me. I was the oldest and most experienced of the dancers. They were one of Kenon Jackson’s foreign service troupes, trained in and sent from New York, so I knew all of their routines and fit in quickly. Only three or four went on stage in a show, so I didn’t have to be at all performances. As lead dancer, I could choose when to be there and not and could call what dances we’d do, how stripped down we’d be, and what special show we might give the guys at any specific performance.

The primary shows were the girlie ones, of course, of which there were a variety, from tame to strip and get fucked on stage. Our dance troupe did two separate shows—well, three, really—each night. The 8:00 p.m. show was to a mixed male and female audience, mostly female, although there weren’t that many women who patronized the casino. The Poipet operation was pretty much of a pioneer fringe nature. Most women in the town were prostitutes serving the men who found their way to this remote spot. There were male brothels too, and one of the first warnings I received was not to go out of the casino alone or I probably, as a cut-body Westerner, would be kidnapped, locked up in a brothel, and gangbanged until I expired. Women came over from Thailand with their boyfriends and sugar daddies, though, and left their men on the casino floor in the early evening to watch Chippendales-quality man flesh strutting themselves on the stage. This apparently conditioned the women to be able to take the cocks of their fat and ugly, but rich, boyfriends later that night.

The biggest show was at 11:00 p.m. and was attended mostly by men, who enjoyed watching Chippendales-quality man flesh strut the boards and fantasize what they’d do with the men if they had a chance. Some of them paid for the chance—booking a room at the hotel. The richer patrons came at this hour, observing a schedule of watching a show, picking out a dancer, wining and dining him, going to the casino tables for a couple of hours, and then taking the dancer to their hotel room for the night.

The 1:00 a.m. show was a strip show—and, on occasion, it was a fuck show too, with just one of the dancers stripping and being fucked on stage by another dancer, one of the casino’s big bruiser bouncers, or one of the patrons. On really special show nights, the audience was restricted to a few high-paying high rollers—fucking or being fucked on stage by one of the dancers. I didn’t pull that duty for the short time I was at the casino. I did do a strip-and-be-fucked-onstage show, though, usually giving it to one of the casino’s bruising bouncers rather than to another dancer.

Between shows, from 7:00 p.m. to 2:00 or 3:00 a.m. the next morning, the dancers—both male and female—were required to roam the public areas of the casino hotel, primarily on the casino floor, and mix with the clientele. We wore distinctive attire, depending on the day—white, tight, silky trousers topped with sequined T-shirts, deep cut at the neckline and sides. The shirts were of different colors, depending on the day. It was easy to pick us out, though. We were charged to be friendly and accommodating and to push drinks and the information on how easily rooms in the hotel could be booked by the hour. Half of what we made in those rooms went to the house. There were windows right next to where you bought chips to play the games where you could pay to use the rooms and the dancers.

I did pull that duty from the first night I was there, and became a favorite, in high demand, quickly becoming intimately familiar with all grades of rooms in the hotel. Sam Winterberry was booked in the most luxurious room. My own, shared dormitory room, where we weren’t permitted to take patrons, was probably only a bit better than where the support crew that lived on premises were housed.

* * * *

The 1:00 a.m. show was a “let all of the stops out” revue at the whim of the head dancer, which could, by hand signals to the other dancers and the stage hands take the dance, as it progressed, off into various fetish and kink options. We had danced totally naked and flopping in the breeze most nights, but by the end of my first week in Cambodia, it had come to the time when I was comfortable with putting on a really graphic show and was randy enough to do it.

There were four of us on stage that night, two chiseled blonds, me being one—a natural reddish blond—a tall and lithe Chinese-American dude we called Fong, who was in the mix so that the Asian patrons, being in the majority, would have one of their own to fantasize over, if they wished; and a giant, muscle-bound black bull named Horace. We were dancing in red-spangled jock straps, barely covering us in front and leaving our wiggling and undulating buns exposed. The music was a bump and grind and the strobe lights were frenetic. We were all trained to strut our stuff in languid, deeply suggestive, fluid-movement undulations, building up to stripping down and continuing the dance of the fuck with nothing on but our boots.

There was a good-sized audience out there, and they were raucous from the beginning. I was an exhibitionist—you really had to be to be a dancer in a troupe like this. I had a great body and I loved showing it off. In our standard act we’d strip off the jock straps right at the end, posing and perhaps taking our erections—erections I provide for with pills I prescribed—in hand for no more than three or four seconds, and then the lights went out. I didn’t mind showing it all for longer. I didn’t mind being touched or fondled in front of an audience. I didn’t mind even being fucked on stage.

In Bangkok I hadn’t gone all that way. Our troupe had played the classier venues, such as they were. The stage work was a teaser. The big money was in the offers to go with patrons afterward. The off-premises patrons liked to think they were getting something those back in the theater couldn’t have. The cheesiest shows in Bangkok had sex on stage, but the dancers didn’t make the big money there. The patrons got their rocks off right there, in the theater, all by themselves, watching the dancers go all the way. In the next step up, dancers who flashed got invited to rooms afterward, but not by big spenders. Those who teased of glories to be experienced but not just by anyone—not just for the price of admission to the shows—were the ones who got asked out by high rollers who wined and dined them before laying them.

This was Poipet, somewhat akin to a Wild West town in the States during the goldrush. It was just across the Cambodian border from Bangkok. There were high rollers coming over from Bangkok and from even further afield, but I had looked at who was coming to the shows. The rich daddies came to the 11:00 show, picked out their dancer for the evening if they were horny, took them back to the casino tables for a couple of hours of play after wining and dining with them, and then took them to their suites upstairs and fucked them—or were fucked by them—until dawn. I was one who would fuck as well as be fucked.

The 1:00 a.m. crowd in Poipet wanted to see the dancers let loose while they stroked themselves off right there in the theater. It was time I gave them a show.

I had Fong, and the other blond flank me near the front of the stage for the first twenty minutes of the show. We danced for the crowd, working our bodies, showing off our fine form, our fluid male sexiness, and our flexibility, turning for them, slowly gyrating, bringing attention to our oiled bodies and muscles, including the one out front between our thighs, and our bulbous glutes. I had the black bull, Horace, dancing around in back of us from one side of the stage to the other initially, but then, as time went by, I had him coming in behind each of us, in turn, coming in increasingly close, bringing his big black hands around our bodies to palm our pecs and stroke down our bellies, and to fondle our baskets.

The crowd loved this. But they went wild when, at the twenty-minute mark, I had Horace come behind me, all of us still dancing in an undulating beat, and rip off my jock strap. It never ceased to get a gasp from the audience when they realized that I was a natural reddish-blond—that it showed in my well-trimmed, quite evident, pubes. For a minute, he stood close behind me, palming my chest with one brown hand and stroking me erect with the other. I laid my head back in his shoulder, slitted my eyes, put a small smile on my lips, and purred for him.

Brown hands on white bodies really turned on a largely Asian crowd, most of whom had some shade of brown hands themselves. They were aroused by someone like them having license to touch a hard-bodied Caucasian man here, there, and everywhere. If he slitted his eyes and purred from the attention, it made them go hard.

Horace left me and went to each of the dancers flanking me, in turn, and did the same with them. To remain a center of attention, though, I made sure I was standing on a revolving circle inset in the center of the stage that could be elevated, I signaled to the stage hands, and they raised me two and a half feet. I reached back, undid the band holding my hair back, and shook out my curls, letting my hair cascade, in full wavy body, down to my shoulders. This was a signal to the dancers and stage hands that we were going all the way with this show—that this would be a “fucked on stage” performance. My naked dance then, me clothed only in shiny red-leather boots, was, by design, more provocative than those of the dancers flanking, but now lower, than me. This still gave the audience the choice of who to watch—which of us they wanted to fantasize about. But it put me centerstage.

We ginned it up another notch, enticing another gasp and cheers from the audience, when Horace jerked off his own jock strap, revealed a jet-black monster cock in full erection, leaped up on the revolving inset behind me, and went back to sexing me from behind. Horace was all enthusiasm for this. He’d been trying to get his dick inside me since I’d arrived, and I’d held him off for this moment. I could tell that he was as aroused by fucking someone on stage in front of an audience as I was in being covered there. He slid his cock in under my balls and I parted my thighs enough for the audience to see the bulb of Horace’s cock there while we continued gyrating against each other.

We made sure the audience “got it” with exaggerated movement when we went up the next level and Horace lifted me and, when I slid back down his body, I took his shaft into my channel. The slowly revolving inset made quite clear that he really was inside me and lifting and lowering me on his cock, barebacking me. I used my facial expressions to assure the patrons that Horace was almost too big for me to take, but that I was loving it.

The audience went wild when a circular piece rose within the center of the inset, providing a small table on which I could rest my belly, stretching out horizontally, as Horace, maintaining the purchase of his monster cock, could stand behind me, between my thighs, and raise my red-booted ankles on both sides to his shoulders. He then grasped my wrists and arched my back, bowing my torso back to him. The position was stunning, showing off my flexibility—the dying swan being totally fucked by the big, black bull.

The music got louder, the beat increasing, and the strobe lights became frenetic. The side dancers gave a masturbatory display as they danced. The center inset slowly revolved, clearly showing me—as I did with my facial expressions also—that the big, black bull was fucking the hell out of me. And the audience lost itself in response.

We gave them a full five minutes of wanton fucking and masturbation by four beautiful male bodies before the stage went black and we cleared it before the lights went up.

I’ll bet for months afterward the 1:00 a.m. show was packed in anticipation of getting a performance that arousing. I know my private bookings went up significantly from that night. As long as I had a great body to be proud of and I could make money by exhibiting it and letting it be worshiped it in public, I would make the most of what I had.

* * * *

I was working in the casino in Poipet for a bit more than a week before the Chinese agent operation came down. It hadn’t taken me long to settle in to a routine and I didn’t mind the work. It certainly was lucrative in the side work, which usually wasn’t all that hard. On the whole, the Asians taking me to their rooms weren’t built large and they just wanted a fast poke, a story to tell about spiking the American dancer, and then be back at the tables. Amusingly, several of them wanted the position I’d been in on stage in the 1:00 a.m. show with Horace. Few of them could manage it.

On the Chinese agent night, Sam Winterberry escorted me onto the casino floor a little past midnight, after I’d changed into the uniform of the day, tight white silk trousers, slick black-leather boots, and a gold sequined T-shirt with deep plunges in the neckline and arm holes so that the material billowed away from the torso enough that it was apparent that I had a great body. When I could I stood in front of fans, which blew the material of my T around, giving folks teasing glimpses of my nibs and the curve of my pecs.

The mark was sitting at a roulette table. He was an ugly, middle-aged guy several inches shorter than I was and with a paunch on him. Oh, well, I thought. I wasn’t expected to fall in love with him, and this actually made it easier for me to lie to him and put him in danger. Two men, who I presumed were colleagues of Winterberry’s, vacated the chairs at the table just to the Chinese guy’s right as we approached the table. I sat next to the Chinese man, turning my head and giving him a smile, and Winterberry sat to my right.

“I hope this seat isn’t taken,” I murmured, as I settled in.

“No, certainly not,” the man said. “I saw you on stage just now,” he added. “You’re a very sexy young man. My name is David. May I buy you a drink?”

We were on our way. “I’m Doug,” I said. There was no use lying about that as my photo, with that name, was on a board outside the entrance to the theater I performed in. He’d revealed he’d seen the show. It wasn’t my real name anyway. “If the gentleman here doesn’t mind, I’d like that,” I added.

Winterberry, who was pretending to be half looped, scowled and gave a surly, “If it means I don’t have to buy one for you.” His act was to be an obnoxious bore. He was providing grounds for me to leave the table with the man calling himself David, but who I’d been told was a Chinese-national gun dealer from Shanghai named Chao Tse-ho.

I toasted “David” with the drink that showed up and gave him a warm smile. The two men on either side of me played the roulette table for a while. I was part of the entertainment, so it was a given that I wasn’t there to gamble.

While they played, the Chinese gun dealer engaged me in chit chat, I flirted with him, and Winterberry brazenly and crudely fondled me and made himself overbearing and obnoxious. While Winterberry increasingly turned to showing interest in the spinning of the roulette wheel, the Chinese man was encouraged to turn his attention increasingly to me. I touched him in encouragement, and he bit, increasingly touching me and smiling at me and leaning into me to whisper compliments. He ordered me another drink, which I accepted. It was an understanding here that two drinks bought for one of the dancers here was good for the start of negotiations on a trip up to the hotel rooms. I brought Chao’s attention to that hotel policy.

“Are we wasting each other’s time here or am I seeing an option to going upstairs with this other man?” I asked, as Winterberry was having a little argument with the croupier.

“I’m definitely interested,” Chao whispered back, taking my opening as license to let his fingers trace my cock through the silk of my trousers. I managed to stir down there for him.

When he’d established himself as a nasty lush and cussed out the croupier, Winterberry rose from the table, said, “Don’t go nowhere. I’m off to the can. When I get back, we’ll go upstairs and I’ll be a man for you.”

As he stumbled off, Chao gave me a sympathetic smile. “I don’t think your friend will hold his liquor long enough to make it upstairs.”

“It certainly will be a chore if he does,” I said. I gave the man a deep sigh. “I was looking forward to something more refined tonight.”

“He does act like he’ll be crude,” Chao said, looking down at a chip worth a thousand bucks U.S. he was rolling around in his fingers. “I may not look it,” he continued, “but in my active days I was a devotee of the Taoist techniques of Fangzhoushu. I still can be good with my hands. I can take care of a young man just with my hands.”

“Your active days?” I said. Alarm time perhaps. He was telling me he couldn’t get it up? That would explode this whole operation. “You only make love with your hands these days?”

“Alas, yes.”

“And you can find enjoyment in that?”

“With Fangzhoushu, one man can use his hands to take another to the moon and circle it three times. That is a saying we have. To have a beautiful young man like you to make love to with my hands would be all the enjoyment I would need.”

I contemplated that for a few minutes. It sounded really sexy. But it wasn’t what Winterberry had in his plans. “Hand work would be very nice,” I said, “but I’m sure you could be even more of a man for me—with my help. There are drugs these days, you know. Some very new ones that work a charm—guaranteed to get you hard and keep you hard for hours, with no bad effects afterward. Very refined.”

“Are there?” he asked, somewhat wistfully, indicating he would be interested in looking into that. “Are you saying you’d only go with me if I could come erect and penetrate you—that it wouldn’t be enough for me to bring you to completion three times in succession with my hands.”

So, that was the “around the moon three times” bit. It sounded even sexier than before. “You would want to be brought to completion as well, wouldn’t you?” I asked gently, laying a hand on his basket and rubbing the side of the cock inside. Just the glimmer of a reaction.

“Alas, I think those days are over,” he said, “but I do get enjoyment in bringing a beautiful young man off.”

So, having some form of sex with him was still in the cards—enough, I hoped, to make the resulting tape explicit. If I couldn’t get him up, I could writhe and moan under him for the cameras.

“I have these drugs,” I said, stroking the side of his shaft within his trousers. There was a sense of a bit more hardening there, and where there was still a sign of life, there was hope.

“I have them here in the hotel. They take effect quickly. I would help you. I would like to help you to a completion for yourself. I’m interested in these Taoist techniques you speak of. Fang what?” I asked. “Is there a translation for that?”

“Yes, the English for that is the ‘art of the bedchamber.’” He was breathing heavily and his hand was gripping my knee hard. He was hooked.

“Ah, and this you perform with young women?” We were beyond that, of course, but I couldn’t resist teasing him.

“I much prefer young men. Young men like you. Your dance on stage set my juices boiling. Your body is so flexible—you are in ideal shape to perform some of the Fangzhoushu positions. You give me hope. Do you think perhaps . . . ?” He’d stopped rolling the expensive chip in his fingers and held it out to me. “Perhaps before your boorish friend returns from the men’s room.”

“If we use the suite assigned to me,” I said. “The management here insists on that for the senior dancers.” One of the dangerous intersections in this maneuver was to get him into the suite with the cameras and recording devices in place. It was the same suite where Sam Winterberry had fucked me through that first night at the hotel casino, so he had me on tape too if a time came where they had to assert control over me. They would get me on tape injecting this man with sodium pentothal too, I was afraid. But there didn’t seem to be anything I could do about that.

“No problem,” he said. I took the chip from him. I wondered if Winterberry would let me keep it. His men—the men who had vacated these chairs—were watching from across the room, so I couldn’t hide that I’d received the gold chip.

The man might be dumpy but he did indeed know his Taoist techniques—and when we moved into employing his cock, he used ones in which his paunch didn’t intrude. But first I couldn’t resist what he’d said he could do with his hands. He hadn’t lied. I lay on the bed and he manipulated my body with his hands, pressing, pinching, rubbing, and gliding. He had worked me into a frenzy when he put his hand on my calves, moving them around to the interior and slowly gliding up my inner thighs, causing me to spread and raise my legs to a broadly open V all on my own strength as he brought his hands together on my cock and balls and then under them, with both hands going my center, fingers from both hands entering me. I rocked against the invading fingers. And eventually, as he had promised, I came three times in succession. Three times around the moon. He’d brought me off repeatedly with no cock work at all.

It then was my turn to bring him joy. He was tentative at first, apprehensive that he couldn’t, in the end, have a completion of his own. But I took him in hand when he two was stripped down, suggesting that I massage him as we waited for the drugs to take effect. I made nothing of what poor condition his body and appearance were in, treating him like he was a god to me, that the goal of him being able to penetrate me was what I wanted above all else. I used my hands and lips to increasingly make him pant and then, with faith in the drugs, to engorge. He had an unusually long cock and I hadn’t been lying about the enhancement drugs. I had them; he took them; and, after I slowly gave control over to him and managed to guide a hard shaft inside me to his wide-eyed panting in satisfaction, he remained rock hard through an hour of a Taoist sex techniques demonstration I myself knew, giving Winterberry and his team some scintillating video footage.

Once he had managed to go hard and realized that he would stay hard for a reasonable amount of time, Chao came alive sexually and demonstrated that he had once been a master of the art.

I wasn’t a novice to more refined positions. Some of the Taoist positions he introduced me to I’d experienced before. But some of them were new to me—and arousing, even if he was a short, dumpy, overweight, older man. The position was particularly satisfying where he was kneeling on his calves behind me and holding my waist and kissing my neck and shoulder blades as my legs flared back around his hips, my torso cantilevered out from his chest, and he pulled me on and off a deep-piercing rock-hard erection to a creaming in my soft core. The erection pill wasn’t the only one I had for him. I also dispensed the pills that let us bareback without the risk of STDs.

The last position was known to me, but was a favorite of mine when I was aroused by my partner. I couldn’t deny that this Chinese man, with his Taoist techniques, aroused me. We sat in a lotus position, facing and entangled, my buttocks on his thighs, his cock deep inside me again, throbbing and flowing and flowing as I moaned and sighed. The man had the cum of a bull. I came more that the three times of the moon that night.

When Sam Winterberry and his two henchmen intervened and introduced the Chinese gun dealer to reality, the U.S. agent played the scene to perfection. He pulled me off Chao, slapped me around and tossed me into the corner of the room, while the three of them worked Chao over a bit as well, being careful not to leave marks. When it was time to inject him with the sodium pentothal, they were dramatic about making me do it after I acknowledged that I knew how to give injections—that some of the sex drugs I used with men required that I know.

When Winterberry left the suite having establish control over Chao, gotten the Chinese man to admit he was running guns into Thailand to a drug warlord in a remote area, heard that Chao had been looking for some sort of gift to give the warlord, and Chao being offered me to go along with him and to let the warlord lay me as a gift, Winterberry left me to commiserate with Chao and, for a price, to agree to go into Thailand with him.

Nobody told Chao I’d be going wired, not that I was told where that wire would be to the point that I doubted there really would be that means to track and protect me. Chao, now unwillingly recruited as a double agent for the United States, believed that I was going only as a one-time gift and that he would bear the burden of gathering intelligence on the warlord’s operations for Winterberry.

* * * *

China has known to be isolationist back through its history, having little interest to expand or explore to a great distance from what it considered to be the superior, Central Kingdom, albeit it’s a kingdom of great size. Outsiders were supposed to come to it and kowtow. China had no need to go to them or conquer everyone. To them, everyone realized China was superior and was to be deferred to and gifted with tribute.

For many centuries China was ruled by an imperial system. All of that was shattered in the 1930s, with the rise of Communism and its takeover of power in the late 1940s and 1950s. Communism brought a new and radically different mind-set to the Central Kingdom. It also brought thoughts of expansion—of spreading the ideology of Communism more than acquiring more territory. This peaked in the 1960s through the 1980s with the Red Guards and Maoism, which gave rise to Maoist insurgent movements in neighboring countries. In Vietnam and Cambodia, the local movements prevailed in their country but instituted their own form of Communism. Maoist insurgencies popped up elsewhere, though—in the Philippines, Indonesia, Malaysia, Singapore, Laos, Thailand, and Burma. By the turn of the twenty-first century, though, these movements had largely been suppressed by U.S. backed internal government crackdowns.

They had not entirely disappeared everywhere, though. In Thailand, for instance, pockets of what had been the CPT—the Communist Party of Thailand—continued to control remote territory along the Thai-Cambodian border area north of Poipet, in Thailand’s Surin Province. Here a warlord, Monkon Chaidee, under the banner of the CPT, ruled a sizable area of mountainous terrain, making occasional raids against Thai military installations and financing his operations with the cultivation of opium fields.

The mission of the Chinese arms dealer, Chao Tse-ho, that Sam Winterberry, with my forced help, had interdicted in Poipet was to deliver a shipment of assault rifles to Monkon Chaidee in Surin. Winterberry’s mission was not to stop the shipment but to trace where, specifically, it was going. The Thai army would grab the arms and, hopefully, wipe out the insurgents at the same time. My part of Winterberry’s mission was to go with the shipment, nominally as a deal-sweetening gift for a night with the known-gay Monkon Chaidee, and, with the tracing device claimed to be implanted on me to guide combined Thai and U.S. forces to the CPT warlord’s lair.

I continued to be doubtful about the device, though. I wasn’t knowingly wearing any such thing, and I assumed that, if Winterberry knew where the arms were starting out, there would be other sophisticated ways of tracing them to their destination. I thought the claimed bugging of me was just false assurance he was watching out for me.

I had come a long way from a gay man’s free clinic in a Chicago ghetto, and I was running even more on the edge than I ever had before.

Chao Tse-ho now was working for the U.S. government as much as for whoever his bosses were in Shanghai. Winterberry made clear to him that he was an asset now and they would take care of him so that he could return to China, declaring his mission accomplished, and continue to be helpful to the United States. The assault rifles would be delivered and the payment received. Only after delivery had been made and we were back across the Cambodian border in Poipet would the boom be lowered on the Thai warlord in Surin. Even then, Monkon Chaidee might not have discovered that the assault rifles had been tampered with so that, after brief use, they heated up, broke down, and became useless.

Separately, Winterberry assured me that, though they’d protect Chao, they would raid the warlord’s lair before he had gotten far with indulging in his deal-sweeting gift—me.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “We’re trained in precision-time operations. We’ve done this many times before.”

Nonetheless I worried. I’m sure Chao worried as well.

Monkon Chaidee didn’t seem to be worried when, after ten hours of driving on pitted roads north from the Thai-Cambodian border at Poipet in four specially configured Land Rovers, with concealed storage bins in their undercarriages, we arrived in his mountain fastness. He met us with open arms and a grin, which broadened when Chao told him why I, a dancer and male prostitute at a big casino in Poipet, had been brought along. As a sign of good will, Chaidee could have me for an hour or so to do as he liked with. No one told me that Chaidee was a brutal man who would ride me to death, but I presumed that might be the case. I had already been running on the sharp edge of danger for too long.

I would have easily believed that Chaidee, appearing in camouflage fatigues and heavy combat boots, had earned his warlord position by being the biggest, most muscular, and most brutal insurgent in this remnant of the CPT. He was taller and stockier than anyone else in the camp. He was muscular, cruel and crude of demeaner, and so thuggish in features to be intriguing and arousing. He certainly was commanding. It was quite evident that his men universally respected and feared him and would die for him on command.

Like any good insurgent commander, Chaidee’s first attention went to the assault rifles he was purchasing by the exchange for opium. I hadn’t been told drugs were to be part of the exchange, or that I’d be participating in the possibility that these would enter the market.

After guiding Chao and me, first, to the latrine, and then to a nearby canvas-covered verandah, camouflaged, like the rest of the camp so as not to be discernible from the air, and making sure we had drinks, Chaidee supervised the unpacking of the Land Rover undercarriages. Piles of assault rifles were exchanged with burlap sacks filled with opium seed pods. The warlord looked through the rifles and selected four at random. Then he came back to the canvas-covered area and stood, hovering over where Chao and I were seated—in purposeful intimidation, I’m sure, while four of his men took the rifles to what obviously was a crude firing range nearby and tested them. The test was short, thank goodness, and all of the test rifles did their thing.

This was a moment of danger—one of several I could imagine. What would keep Chaidee from just shooting Chao, me, and everyone who had brought the arms here and keeping it all, both the arms and the drugs? Winterberry said it was because this wasn’t a one-off transaction. The Thai insurgents regularly did business with the arms merchants in Shanghai. Chaidee wouldn’t just cut that arrangement off. He assurances didn’t assure me, though—and I’d never been part of the deals. The “eat you alive” looks Chaidee was giving me made me fear he totally used up those he fucked. I had nothing but Winterberry’s assurances I’d be OK. Chao hadn’t shown any concern for me.

Smiling then, Chaidee reached down, grabbed me under the arms, and pulled me up out of my chair. He virtually carried me to a nearby cave opening I hadn’t noticed before, which proved to be his quarters, roughly stripped me down to my black-leather boots and wrist watch, tied me to his bed, on my back, with my arms spread and lashed to the posts at the head of the bed and my legs raised and spread and lashed to the tall posts at the foot of the bed. And he stripped down to his combat boots, showing an evil, upcurved erection, and mounted me. This was where the surprise came, though. As much as he was exhibiting macho to the world, he wanted to take cock in sex, not give it. When he mounted me, it was to sink on my cock and bounce up and down on it, riding it hard. He beat me while he rode me. I wasn’t any less threatened by his sexual attentions than I would be if he were the top.

I was going to die here in the jungle of the Thai-Cambodian border region and no one I ever knew before would have any idea what had happened to me.

If Winterberry’s plan had been to rescue me before the Thai warlord had brutally ridden and drained me, the plan wasn’t working. Chaidee had put men in this position before, I could tell. He knew just how to hold me in my bound position as he, first, ate my ass out, and then mounted me, took me in in maximum penetration, and rode me mercilessly. He was on top of me, choking me with one hand and jacking himself off with the other. This probably was worse than if he were fucking me. Surely his men didn’t know that he was a bottom. Surely, I wasn’t going to be left alive to tell anyone that. His gyrations were so violent that I came quickly. But that wasn’t enough. He continued riding me. He wanted to drain me and choke me out.

At first the resumption of gunfire didn’t disturb Chaidee. He probably thought his men had just decided to do more testing of the newly acquired rifles. But then a soldier stuck his head into the cave opening and yelled something at the warlord. Whatever he was yelling, though, was cutoff when a look of astonishment came across the soldier’s face and he fell on his face on the floor of the cave. Chaidee rolled off the bed and, naked other than his combat boots, grabbed up a rifle and rushed out of the cave.

Tied up as I was, I missed the brief battle outside, but it wasn’t long before a familiar face entered and said, in clear Americanese, “Well, look what we have here.” It wasn’t who I was expecting.

“You’re a little late, Mr. Allard,” I said, in admonishment. I had expected Winterberry, not Roger Allard, the guy from the American Embassy in Bangkok. But I shouldn’t have been surprised.

“I looks like I’m just in time,” he said. “You know a firefight makes me horny.” I could believe that as he already had his cock out and he was in full erection.

Before I was freed Allard climbed aboard and fucked me. And as he was ending, Sam Winterberry entered the cave, and he mounted me and fucked me too. At least they didn’t double me. But some part of me wished they would.

“I know you’re grateful that we saved you,” he said as he was untying me—at last. It was OK with me; the danger had made me horny too. They both fucked well.

When I emerged from the cave, the Thai forces that Allard and Winterberry had arrived with were loading up the last of the insurgents they had been able to catch, alive or dead, mostly dead, into helicopters. There would be no trace the insurgents had ever been here when the Thai soldiers were finished. Monkon Chaidee hadn’t made it more than five steps out of the cave, He lay dead in the dirt. Chao was sitting where I’d left him, in a chair under the canvas awning. He was dead too, a bullet hole between the eyes. I’d heard a shot that sounded different and closer than the test firing of the assault rifles while Chaidee had been trussing me up on his bed. Some part of me had to believe that the insurgents had dispatched Chao, as I had feared, and that I was destined for the same fate after Chaidee had had his way with me.

“Pity,” Winterberry said, as he handed me into one of the Land Rovers we’d arrived in. “We really did intend to keep him alive and working for us.” He sounded a bit regretful, but not quite so interested in keeping his assets alive that I would have found comfort in his words.

I was driven back to Poipet and left off at the entrance of the Grand Diamond City Hotel and Casino, to resume my career as dancer and whatever else I might get into just as if I’d never been part of a major combined U.S. and Thai intelligence operation. Just as if I hadn’t been running right along the razor edge of danger.

Neither Roger Allard nor Sam Winterberry came back to Poipet with me.

To be continued.

 Being an eighteen-year-old College Freshman was not quite exactly what I expected it to be. I performed well in school, yet I am a quiet guy, so I did not have much of a social life. I went a long way from my home as I had gotten into a very good school. I did not want to live in a dormitory, so my father had agreed to pay rent for someone that lived nearby in an apartment. Time was getting close to classes beginning and I had still not secured an apartment. Money was not the issue; the apartments usually fill up first around any college campus. I had less than a week and a half so was knocking on the next door.

 The door opened to the handsome and smiling face of the current lease holder, Jeff. I introduced myself, Jay, this guy was at least a Senior, so he was a few years older than me. He was a striking individual he was tall, thin build yet still athletic; some people can just carry that off and he was one of them. He invited me in, offered me a cola and we sat down in the den, but my hopes were low. What would a Senior Adonis want a green freshman living with them.

We sat and chatted for a while, that is when my world completely tilted on its axis. As for myself, I am just an average sized guy, he was physically, much bigger than me.  He was quite articulate and seemed to be very friendly. For about a half hour we talked about just general stuff. Then it was time for him to become all business.

He said, “So you are interested in sharing rent and not having to live on campus? The only other room that I have is still available. I am afraid that house rules here will probably dissuade you from wanting to stay here.”

I did feel a bit of hope so plunged forward, “Jeff, I can be as quiet as a mouse, I will help keep the place clean, I am easy to get along with.”

Jeff’s eyes sort of twinkled and he said, “I see no reason to beat around the bush here. One never gets anywhere in that fashion so on with it. Mind if I ask a few questions to start?”

My reply was immediate, “Sure, I don’t mind.” I did not expect the kind of questions that were about to asked.

The first one was, “What is your girlfriend’s name?”

I thought he would be asking questions about creditworthiness or criminal background, that kind of thing. I had lost eye contact with him and was staring at the floor as if my mouth would not temporarily work. Truth was, I did not have one, but when asked I would usually just make up a name to blend in. This was not a ploy that I even got to start with him, my breaking eye contact, and not answering immediately. He knew.

He went on, “You don’t have one, do you?”

For some reason he was one of those people that are just naturally intuitive, so I continued to stare at the floor. He gave me a few minutes to roll around in being uncomfortable.

He moved his chair over closer to mine and went on. I don’t know what kind of cologne or soap he used but he smelled fantastic. Thinking about that embarrassed me even more and he could tell. He then slid his chair even closer.

He went on, “Have you ever had one? Be honest because I am not trying to embarrass you, just tell me.?”

I still could not make eye contact with him but found myself answering, “No, that has not happened for me?”

He reached over and patted me on the knee and went on, “Nothing wrong with that man. There is no reason to be ashamed of it. Next logical question: “Do you have a boyfriend?”

My cheeks were burning bright red as I could feel my face burning, he had to be able to see that. His next question just about floored me considering we had just met. “You ever sucked a dick or been fucked up the ass?”

I started to get up to leave and he reached over and grabbed my knee again which kept me seated. He said, “Relax, I am certainly not homophobic or going to gay bash you or the like. I have a reason for asking.

I figured that I might as well spill the beans as there was really nothing to lose. “I will be honest with you, and I guess you can think of me what you will. I have never had a girlfriend, I have never sucked a dick, but……”.  I just could not get the rest out and felt so busted. “The closest I ever go to doing that was with my friend. I don’t even know how to say this, and I am sure you will laugh at me every time you see me on campus.”

Without me noticing he had moved even closer and asked in low conspiratorial tone, “You have nothing to worry about, I will not make fun of you or tell anyone what you tell me here today. What about you and your friend?”

I answered, “His name is Ron, and he is going to school out of the country. This place is much different from where we grew up, as in, we lived in the sticks and armies of girls were not plentiful. He is much more aggressive than me, I am quiet and shy. So, he tried to get me to do that for him on many occasions, it never progressed to that, but got close.”

His face had taken on a different look……interest? “So, tell me, what did you do for him?”

Why not tell him? I had never told anyone, and it had happened relatively recently. I didn’t even really know this guy all that well yet. “It seemed to start out as not much but did not completely stay that way. We started out watching pornography together. He finally got me to where I would play with his dick as we watched. That led to me finally giving him hand jobs. A very short time later, I would do it and let him shoot his cum in my mouth. Then it was time to start college, you must think I am terrible?”

Jeff was wearing a tee shirt and the college color of sweatpants; he had a huge bulge building in his sweatpants.

He reached down and cupped my chin and tilted my head up, so we had eye contact. He asked, “Did you enjoy doing that for him?”

There was a pause, finally, “I am an honest person, it was strange at first but yes, I grew to enjoy it.”

“Two more questions and I think I will know all I need to know,” he started. “When he finally got you to start letting him bust his nut in your mouth, did you swallow it?”

Again, I was reluctant to just openly be talking to a veritable stranger. What the hell? “I had difficulty with that to start, but he came up with a way to get me to do it. After I failed twice, he asked if he could tie my hands behind me and he would jerk himself off into my mouth. The first time he did, he cupped his hand over my mouth and used the other one to pinch my nose shut. It would not take long, but then I would swallow so I could breathe again. There is no need to ask, yes, I grew to enjoy it, just the idea of making him feel good made me feel good as well.”

He had reached down and adjusted his dick, judging by that bulge it had to be a monster. He tilted his head a bit and said, “I am looking for a very specific type of roommate, if you are open-minded enough? It takes a special type of person to fill that bill and you are the best that has applied, and you are just my type. Also, you are not exactly but the closest to a virgin that has applied, and I love owning people like you.  I will give you a brief look, we will talk a bit more and if all is good, there is a week and a half before classes start. If you give the right sort of answers, you will have to try out during that time and convince me that you are what I am looking for. If it is all good, this will be the worst and the best year of your life.”

He reached over and grabbed an iPad and in just a few clicks what he wanted me to see was being cast to the 60” TV hanging on the wall. The TV came to life and there was a naked Jeff, and the previous guess at his cock size of monstrous, may not have sufficed. Jeff was hung like a mule and looked as though he meant to use it. On the TV a guy was hogtied, where his head was positioned at the end of the bed. to a wooden box looking thing which was on a bed. Jeff had apparently tied him tightly as he had his head tilted upward to where it was aligned with the head of Jeff’s massive cock.

Jeff asked the tied-up guy, “Are you ready to have that tight throat of yours fucked? See, I have a problem, I have this gigantic cock here and it wants to get off and fill your mouth with cum. What do you think?”

The bound person replied, “Yes, master, will you please slide that big, delicious cock down my throat, and use it all you want. I want that big load of yours. The thought of the taste of it is making my mouth water master.”

Jeff looked at the bulge that had popped up in Jay’s shorts as he watched him ram his dick down his previous slave bitch’s throat.

Then Jeff told him to open his mouth wide and relax his throat and inserted his monstrous cock into his mouth. What happened next, Jay had never met a person that had made one of these videos. As soon as his slave, who immediately opened his mouth on command. Jeff then began to feed him his large dick. It was not an instantaneous process. Jeff, who obviously knew what he was doing, put his dick in his mouth and begin to work it down into his throat.

In short order he had it all in there and the slaves face was starting to turn red. He must not be able to breathe as Jeff just kept it pushed all the way down in there. He left it that way for what seemed to be a very long time but just as suddenly pulled back and started fucking his throat. You could see the bulge in his throat sliding back and forth. Jeff suddenly pulled his dick out and said, “Tongue.” When his slave stuck it out as far as he could, and Jeff began smacking his tongue with his monster cock. As he did so he leaned over a little and grabbed the ankle cuffs in the middle and pushed back on them. He left his breath cut off for nearly a minute as his tongue was periodically tapped on hard by that huge cock.  Jeff finally stopped the video and put his iPad away.

Jay could not believe what was happening, he was hard as a rock, and he was breathing deeper and harder. He did not understand why but he enjoyed seeing Jeff doing that to someone. The very idea of someone having that much total control over you, there was just something about that. Jeff could now see his budge and without asking reached over and grabbed Jay’s erect dick through his pair of shorts he was wearing.

He told Jay, “If you want me to stop just say so, otherwise keep your mouth shut. Jay was silent, so Jeff undid his shorts and jerked them down so he could get a better look. He commented, “Nowhere near as big as mine but still a nice piece of equipment. He pushed his hand up in under him and fingered around on his hole for a minute. “Damn, I bet that is tight as fuck. Lean down there and put my dick into your mouth and suck it, now.”

Jay had already known where this was going, from seeing that video and the moment Jeff put his hands on him. Jay did not think he could resist this guy if he wanted to. Just the notion of submitting and giving full control of himself was causing Jay to get extremely hot. He found himself leaning over and began to slide Jeff’s big cock, which had oozed a bit of precum, and eased it into his mouth. In just a minute he was sucking hard on this guy’s cock, and he loved everything about it.

Jeff continued to finger Jay’s hole and played with his cock and began. “If you like the ideal of what I have to say and will be my good little slut this will be an amazing year.  It is not all easy, I am aggressive and a touch sadistic. Don’t let that scare you, the worst things I come up with to do to you there will come a time you will beg me to do them to you. There are a great many rules so we might as well get to them. I know there are five-thousand different ways to identify what I am and what you are. I am a 24/7 Master, if you want this lifestyle, that means you are the 24/7 slave. You do not tell me; ‘no, or not now I am busy, or I have a headache.’ I am hypersexual so whenever I want to throw down, whether you feel like it or not is irrelevant. You must agree to submit to me anytime I want it. That feels good bitch, you can get down on it further than that. We good so far?”

Jay answered as he moaned a bit, “Yes I can do that.” He responded to what Jeff was wanting by pushing more of his big cock down into his throat and involuntarily gagged. He waited a second and then pushed on with Jeff helping by pushing down on the back of his head.

Jeff immediately stopped stimulating Jay and sat back and said, “Put your hands underneath your calf muscles and keep them there. I stopped making you feel good because you did not answer correctly, when I told you to suck my cock. Another rule: When we are home alone or where no one can hear us, you will refer to me as master. Got that?”

Jay said, “Yes Master, I understand you sir.”

Jeff went back to lightly rubbing Jay’s cock and had him shift to the side a bit so he could get his finger easier access to Jay’s ass to continue to finger the hole.

Jay was trying to hide his pleasure as Jeff went on: “Next rule would cover sex with other people. That one is simple, I can and will,  fuck whoever I want to, but you must agree and when we are right up your slave documents. The only sex or enjoyment like that you will ever get will be up to me. That is another thing of mine, sometimes I may make you go weeks and not let you get off. That is one of my little tastes of Sadism. You will be getting me off quite a bit; the way it works I fuck you, you worship my cock, suck my balls, I enjoy being rimmed. Trust me, I will make you an expert of doing that by the time I am done.

Jay had gotten hot and was really working on Jeff’s big cock as he slid his mouth up and down it over and over.

“If there is a kink I see and want to try it on you, that is precisely what will happen. Bottom line, I fuck you, there will be no holes for your dick, unless we have a guest. You will suck my dick, most times I decide to fuck you. I will edge you to insanity and sometimes just not finish, maybe just leave you tied up there to think on it for a while. Sometimes, if you have been good and I have just given you a good workout. Most times I will just sit and watch and make you jack yourself off once I am taken care of. There is never a guarantee of that, I could let you start good and make you stop and just tie you back up. You will have to work hard to please me, and never disobey.”  If you turn out to be as good as I believe you, will be I have a great many friends here. Sometimes I will make you submit to them as well. You will do all the cooking, laundry, things of that nature; you will in a very classic sense of the words learn to serve me this semester. It is going to be so much fun….

Jeff began to shoot hot cum into Jay’s mouth who greedily swallowed it down and continued to suck.

As he finished unloading inside Jay’s mouth, a, ‘No Vacancy’, sign lit up in his head. He thought to himself, ‘Welcome to your new home, my sweet new little plaything.’

Neighbour Yesid had just told Santos father Sergio Parra, about his youngest son Santos, having gay sex all week within his home, with his 2 hetero son in laws Gonzola and his older brother Javier. Hearing this information, was a terrible shock for Santos father, as he had no idea that his youngest son was into have sex with other men.

He continue to shake his head and say, not Yesid this is not true as my son is practically engaged to young Farrah. But his neighbour looked at him and said quietly “Sergio Parra Senor I know this is a shocking, but it is true that your youngest boy is having loud noisy ass sex with you two son in laws!”

This Yesid knew damn well as he had evidence to verify this, which was because the three of them, were having noisy sex as he entered the house that afternoon. This was after his neighbour and his wife left their home, looking rattle after hearing Santos and ‘Farrah’ having sex in his room. They were not impressed at all.

Yesid made his way to the boys bedroom, and open the door quietly and watched closely, as the two men. who he thought were happily married, were gut and gullet fucking Santos fat fucking asshole and his full lipped mouth. After hearing them for the last few days going at it, and having feeling they were having gay sex, this was finally confirmed.

Both of the boys holes were being stretched out by the two man big fat pinga’s, and he observed them pulling out and swapped ends repeatedly, restuffing his mouth and puffed out asshole. Then within a short time, they started to double punk out his obscenely gaping asshole, which was farting out the excessively cum loads out all over their plunging dicks, while calling him an “anal slut, an ass whore, as well as a fat ass faggot bitch,” amongst other slurs.

“Yeah Santos, you just live for our dicks” and they withdrew their spit shiny and mucus covered 11 and 10 ½ inch pricks ,which dwarfed Yesid 6 inch prick. His mouth was watering thinking I want to sucked their dick, after its breed out this ass sluts gaping ass pussy, but he was too afraid to join in. Plus Yesid was too deep in the closet and afraid of rejection.

Instead he listened intently as the 2 men shouted “yeah you fucking loved our fat man pricks which are gonna breed you anyway you want Santos man.”

“We are gonna get you that promotion mate you can bet on that pal!”

“Jesus Christ” Yesid said to himself, “ what  a puta whore this boy Santos is!”

“I never knew this, and he looks like as a ‘special man friend’ that I visit would say, ‘damn the man looks like he is in piggy heaven’!”

The grandfather of 4, himself was deep in the closet and now his cock was harder than it had been for ages, and he quickly crack off a load which covered the bedroom door. He tucked his dripping still hard dick away, and quickly made his way out the house and ran over to his own home.

Locating his fancy mobile phone, which his grandson had recently given it to him, he re-entered the house and started to recorded the action. Yesid thanked his lucky stars how easy it was to capture such great action so nowadays, as this was far better than his secret gay porn collection. 

He stay there for the rest of time the 3 of them were having sex, and thus he cracked out 3 more loads, spraying everywhere, and as aforementioned, wishing he could join in with the 3 of them. Alas he did not and noticing they had finished with double facial frosting, he tided himself up and left.

Now hours as he spoke to Santos dad, he said firmly “no friend there was no girl” and when he was asked how he knew this, he said “because I did not see one that why!”

“Besides, when have I lied to you like some of these scumbags around here eh?”

“No you have never lied to me Yesid, but I still don’t believed my son is having sex with my son in laws.”

Yesid sighed and said “ok listen to this” and as he had also recorded some audio footage the day before.

As this was played via a pair of headphone, Santos old man recognised the 3 of their voices. His face paled as he listen to all of the dirty talk that went on and his boys louds screams and moans. Plus his two son in laws fuck grunts as they cunted his boy were extremely shocking and he only image the scene.

Yesid stopped short of showing the video footage as he could see the effect this was having in the bays father who he respected. His neighbour had turn pale the more he listen to this recorded audio footage as he could argue with this evidence presented.

Sergio Parra suddenly found it hard to breath, due to the shock so he was lead into his neighbours home. There he was given a strong drink and he had tears in his eyes re the shame of hearing his boy, who he assumed was a red blooded heterosexual man, he knew was a ‘fucking ass slut of the highest order’!

He and Yesid talked and he left and went slowly deep in thought back to his home. As soon as he left his neighbour started to play the footage of Santos, Javier and Gonzola and was wanking his 6 inches and came 4 times, wishing he had the courage to join in the fun.

So the next day, when his twins daughter came round complaining, especially Stefania his favourite was vocalising loudly re their husbands not having sex with them nowadays, he watched as his son was smirking and was shivering in glee, knowing he was the reason why this was occurring.

“Oh good god it is true, that my boy is a fag puta, I gotta speak to him right now.”

So he said trying to keep his voice even but failing, “hey Santos son, come I need to have word with you about something, it a really urgent, excuse me please you lot!”

His wife and 2 daughters looked at him in surprise as he ushered his youngest out of the room.

Santos father Sergio Parra had ruminated over the fact that his good neighbour Yesid who was still beating his meat, watching the video, of youngest son had updated him of Santos homosexual activities. So he was so not impressed by the fact that his youngest was not having sex with some immoral girl from another neighbourhood.

No in fact his boy and his two son in laws were in fooling around in his home for days and Santos was getting his holes fucked by their big fat dicks. Yes although he did not witness it the way that his neighbour grandfather Yesid had, but all night long Sergio Parra remembered with shock, at the way his wanton son’s bed was thumping loudly against his bed room floor in the quietness of the house.

As he did so, they noticed the lamp shade rocking about. He, his wife, and their daughter Stefania listened downstairs in their sitting room were standing looking at each other. He could see that his boy was having a wild and raunchy time, having sex with those two cheating bastards, with their large pinga’s cunting out both of his holes.

And they must have been giving it to him so good, as Santos had almost screamed the last bit out after his sister had left as he squealed.

‘Seeeeee Youuuuuu Laterrrrrrr’!

This was as you know, was because he started having a double anal orgasm, and bite into Gonzola’s shoulder. As a result the two brothers, came at the same time filling their brother in law’s hole with their double creamy potent man loads. Thus flooding his overstuff anal passage out, and he was moaning and groaning as a result.

Sergio Parra said out loud, “yes the little nasty bastard fag puta is no son of mine, as he recalled Santos started sobbing loudly. This of course was at the time, due to his experiencing the exquisite feeling of his asshole, being double fucked, as this was too much for him.

His boy was still sobbing as his old man, shook his head and went back downstairs to his wife.

Now arm with this knowledge, he so wished it was his soon to be daughter in law Farrah, instead of her 2 older brothers who were also his sons in law which really was the worse luck. He had never really liked or trusted either of them,  and even tried to discourage his daughter from marrying them. However he had failed and accepted both of them into his home.

Sergio Parra had wrongly called Farrah a “little puta whore” and felt terrible about this the poor girl. He groaned as he said out loud “oh no, what is wrong with me, saying that about sweet little Farrah. Believing that she s was bringing my son off like that, with her sweet virgin pussy.”

“Now wonder my boy is crying in complete pleasure, as he was having his virgin male pussy, over pounded out by those two bastards, with their big oversized pinga’s.”

And as he was thinking this, he watched his youngest wanton whore of a son, Santos standing there smirking, as his sisters complained about their husbands Javier and Gonzola not having sex with them for so long. This damn well infuriated Sergio Parra, knowing why this was happening.

Stefania noted her father glaring at her brother, trying to hid his hostile stares, which her mother and sister failed to notice. Santos failed to hear his first request, as he was so engrossed in listening to his older twin sister complaints that they were getting none and he was. His father noted that his son was like the cat that got the cream.

“Yes the double fuck cream from those two bastards!”

“Santos son, come I need to have word with you about something, it a really urgent excuse me please you lot please!”

His wife and 2 daughters looked at him in surprise and said to each other this sound serious,  I wonder what is happening, and then forgot all about it as they spoke about their sexually neglectful husbands.

As soon as the pair of them were out of ear shot Sergio Parra put some music on in his garage den, and asked his son straight out,  “Santos is  that girl from the other neighbourhood actually your brother in laws Javier and Gonzola?”

Santos tried to deny it and he was told “don’t fucking lie to your old man, you gay cunt puta faggot son of a bitch,” and he slapped his lying face several times loudly and the music masked this. Santos father snarled “and quit fucking around with your brother in laws, the shame of it boy!”

“Jesus Christ Santos they are your sister husbands. I know they are always cheating but you used to run round with them chasing tail all the time. Now I see that they are buried balls deep within your man ass tail.”

“How long has this nastiness been going on for and don’t fucking lie to you dirty little bastard?”

By the smirk he had seen from his daughter faces he said “no let me guess 5 fucking weeks ain’t it boy?”

He could see from his sons reaction that this was in fact true, so he exclaimed angrily “ Jesus Christ you nasty little gay ass whore you!”

Then Sergio Parra cussed his son out  and hit and kick him a few times (not too hard though) and he shouted angrily, “this had to stop or else I will disown you Santos. I can’t even call you my son anymore. This is our secret, as it will kill your mother let alone your sister and your beautiful girlfriend Farrah if they ever find this information out.”

“My God Santos!”

“This is so shameful you gay bastard. If they find out this will caused murders in our families.” Of course Farrah and Stefania found this out much later on though. “I dont understand why you are doing this son?” 

“Good God Santos what the hell is wrong with you. You supposed to be heterosexual, with a beautiful girlfriend aren’t you?”

Wishing the ground would open up swallow him, and shamed that his father had found his secret, “how though” he asked himself Santos begged forgiveness and said he never do it again. He explain about the job promotion but his father was not having it and told him “seriously son no job is worth it. I know that man Dave and the promotion is already his I bet.”

“As you well know those English guys all stick together don’t they son?” This in fact turned out to be true see chapter 6 re the fuck weekend competition ending.

Sergio Parra said sternly not believing that his son was such a wanton gay cock whore, “tidy yourself up boy, and come back and meet your mama and sisters” and he did. And his cocky attitude had disappeared and he felt shame know that he was fucking his sister husband, but his father and he knew that he was not gonna stop this.

Afterwards Santos called Gonzola and told him what had happened, and that they must be more careful. Plus you twos better start making love to my sisters or else were fucked mate!” Which they did but, continued fuck wrecking their insatiable brother in law for years afterwards ,a fact that their sister Farrah found out about much later on and was not impressed as you can imagine.

Sergio Parra also knew this as well but kept their secret, not wanting the drama and Yesid eventually told Santos how his father found out about him, and they actually laughed about it. And he confess how he wanted to join them but was afraid of rejection. So Santos set it up so they Javier and Gonzola were fucking him as above and this time he joined and his fulfilled his fantasy.

So with all that back to the Gonzola sitting in the restaurant opposite his wife, he remember all of this, happening and as a result, his and his large cock was throbbing as he very nearly came in his pants. Stefania needed to use the bathroom, and then took a long call for her secret lover Andres Salas, whilst her husband sat at the table,  grinding his fat into the seat.

As he did this, his asshole was tingling and he felt over moist and sweaty. At the same time, he moaned quietly as not to startle the other tables next to him and said to himself, “Jesus Christ I can still remember the first time I sank my fat dick into my wife younger brother Santos snug tight as fuck asshole, oh god that was much better than I ever imagined, having never had sex with another man before.”

“And I can also remember first penetrating my Santiago hot as fuck asshole. Well what can I say but, I do love this man so much, and I want to be with him all the time but how is my wife going to take this though?  As not only have I cheated on her with her own brother, now I want to leave her or my boyfriend but what about the family, they will surely disown me and hate me for doing so.”

“I gotta do it soon though, as Santiago won’t wait around for ever will he?”

As he was mulling over these thought, Gonzola watched as Stefania made her way back across the restaurant to their table and order another drink and then she continued her conversation earlier before his mind drifted (see the previous chapter).

“Ah ok where was I?”

“Oh yes so you and Javier have been fucking my younger brother for years which I did not know this information at the time. Then years later when we were at your works awards dinner, you were fucking Santiago only a few meters from where we were having dinner husband.”

“Gonzola, I saw you fucking him so intimately and left as I felt so disrespected, and I know that my sister told me, that you did not seem bother, or cared that I had left the works party. Yes as when you came back to dinner table, you just said ‘ok fine’ when you were told I  was gone, and that was that!”

“Also you did not come home until the following evening, not even phone call to ask how I was and that hurt me so badly, and it was then that I knew our marriage was finally over.”

 That part he knew re his caring not one iota was true, as he had stay with his full 10 ½ of thick man meat, planted within his boyfriend hot grasp man cunt. They carried away with the evening celebrations, had made love all night long and he just could bring himself to leave his boyfriend, thus he fell asleep inside him.

Stefania continued, telling him that “at wedding when you were supposed to be with me and the family, once again you disappeared for 3 hours, and I followed you all and saw you all fucking. You, your brother Javier, and that white man Bruce. I felt sorry for your boyfriend and called you a selfish twat.”

“Why is that then” he asked dumbfounded that his wife had seen him having sex with his boyfriend twice now. He was sweating as he looked her face ,and knew that he must had been so hurt by witnessing his having sex twice with Santiago like that?”

Stefania carried on, “because that sweet young guy, was telling you that he loved you, and instead of saying it back to him you said nothing which is not nice Gonzola. Yet you were fucking Santiago’s ass  so hard with your oversized magnus gallus.”

“Husband I always hated when had sex with me, as you were too big and far too rough for me to take you all though our marriage. And I said to myself you’re a selfish prick as this young man clearly is in love with you and has got it so bad. That’s why later on when you got out of bed after the reception I told you to enjoy your man husband!”

“Yes I should have been angry and shamed you in front of the family, but I chose not to, as to be honest, I do feel rather sorry for Santiago. As I said, he is sweet guy and deserves far better, than to be used by you like this really, and you are far better that this Gonzola!”                                                                                                                                       

Gonzola was full of shame knowing that he had taken both his wife and his boyfriend for granted. He knew what he would say would never be enough. However his wife knew this, as her husband was not the most communitive of individuals and could be like closed book.

So she said looking at him directly into his eyes, “as I said earlier husband I always knew you were an over sexed big dick scum bag piece of shit.”

His face dropped and she noted that and continued “however, I made the decision to stay with you for the sake of our children, our parents, and the community. Plus you’re a good father to our 5 children. However I repeat there is no reason why we can have our own lives if we are discreet is there?”

Her husband replied relieved then said looking at her directly said, “yes Stefania, but I do eventually want to live with Santiago as couple!”

Stefania face drained when she heard this and then she said carefully, “ah ok but can you wait for a few months at least, and we can separate formally?”

“Ok whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it” he said relieved and his eyes were welling up as he was relieved yet sad that his marriage had ended. After all he had known, loved, and lived with this generous unselfish woman for over 26 years who had put up with all of his crap and bore him their 5 children.

The dinner came to an end and he drove her to their family home, and he slept in the spare room.  They separated soon after that and he partially moved out and into Santiago’s home, which was strange at first but they rubbed along.

Then they had the foursome weekend with his boyfriends younger brother and his boyfriend Peter, which was so good, and he moved out of the family home completely, much to the dismay of their 5 grown children and parents, and they were officially separated.

And now and again Stefania met him and Santiago for coffee, and it did not feel weird at all as all sides had accepted their circumstances. Gonzola and Santiago, also met her long term partner Andres Salas and the four of them, got on like a house on fire, going out as a foursome.

And everything seem settled down and life was so good, then as always life went tits up, when shit hit the fan.

To Be Continued

This story was a quick one-off that I wrote after getting inspired while watching a comedy special, with the comedian making jokes about getting laid while on tour. I just let the ideas flow and started writing, and finished in one session with the bare minimum of after-editing. It was a good exercise in writing a story exactly as my mind imagined it (something which I don’t do as often as I should), so please enjoy and leave a comment.

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Our performance was great, as usual. I was sweaty from rocking my heart out on the drums and I gratefully took the towel from our manager’s hand and wiped myself down. I wanted to be somewhat fresh for what came after: fun time with the groupies.

I was the only black guy in our rock band, and as such, I was the hottest: tall and slim and dark-skinned. We weren’t the most popular but we had three albums out under our own label, run by the lead singer’s dad. The old man had experience in the corporate world, in running his own business, as well as having spent a bit of time as an investor for a small indie rap studio in the big city. When Randy (the lead singer) approached him about our band, he’d been ecstatic.

I hit the bathroom and took a quick full-body wipe down, and changed my clothes. I arrived back in the greeting room (the front room of the apartment we had rented for the night) just as the groupies walked in. There were four of us, and five of them. I usually enjoyed the college girls we fucked, but that night a guy came in, arm-in-arm with a cute blonde. As a bisexual man, he piqued my interest.

He was a slim light-skinned half-breed. Judging from his very muted African features, I guessed it was his daddy who was white. He had bright blue eyes, and the motherfucker even had freckles. He still had the hair though, with his loose brown curls styled into a bouncy ‘fro.

His blonde friend tried to come onto me, but I was more into him, as we locked eyes and he smiled shyly. She was flustered, until my boy, Adrian–the big muscled blonde who played guitar–swooped her into his arms along with a skinny brunette. I pulled out a blunt and lit up, taking a deep toke. His eyes were still on me. I turned to him and smiled.

“You smoke?” I asked, offering the fresh blunt.

“Sure,” he said and I watched as he pulled deep, held it for a moment then released it slowly.

“A stoner, I see,” I noted with a smile, as I took the blunt back between my fingers.

“I’m in college, after all,” he explained.

“Cool.”

“I enjoyed your drumming. Hopefully I’ll hit your level of skill someday soon.”

“Oh, you drum?”

“Yeah, well I used to more often, back at church.”

“Shit!” I chuckled. “And what would your Pastor think of you at a rock concert?”

“I don’t care. My hometown’s halfway across the country. Haven’t stepped inside a church since I arrived on campus.”

He took the blunt and pulled deep again. He held it longer this time. He released the smoke then smiled.

“This is good shit.”

“I always got the best supply,” I boasted, then looked across the room as Adrian lifted both giggling girls and carried them to his room.

“You cool with your girlfriend getting fucked by my boy?”

“She’s not my girlfriend, not like that. She’s my best friend, and I’m not into girls.”

“Ah, so you’re gay? Got a boyfriend?”

“Yeah, I’m gay, and happily single,” he smirked, looking me over. My dick was already hard and it lurched in my shorts. He zeroed in on it, his blue eyes sparkling with lust.

“So we play for the same team. Wanna have some fun with me tonight?”

“Sure.”

He was a cute lil’ motherfucker, and looked even better naked. He was slim but his body was defined, with sinewy muscle and prominent abs; similar to my own lanky basketballer physique. He had a fat peach dick too, rock-hard and dripping precum as I sank to my knees and sucked him off.

“Shit! Ah fuck!”

He tasted good too. I grabbed his smooth butt-cheeks and kneaded them thangs as I took him to the root.

“Fuck!”

I churned my throat on his dick, getting him so wet that spit was running down my chin. I rubbed on his soft chute, sliding my finger in and he gasped.

“Fucking delicious dick,” I noted. “Now lemme taste that ass!”

I bent him over the bed and dug in. He gasped and writhed but I held his hips, keeping him still as I feasted. His hole was freshly showered, or as fresh as it could be after three hours jumping up and down in a mosh pit. I took my time. I loved eating ass, and my dick was aching hard and drooling precum. I was going to enjoy being deep inside him.

“Shit! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” he huffed, clawing at the pillows, his legs trembling. I gave his asshole one more sweet suck then stood and tapped my drooling dick over his pale buns. He spun around and gobbled my knob.

“Shit! There you go, bitch!” I hummed.

He knew how to suck a dick. He was hungry for it too, cute-ass motherfucker. His pink lips turned me on. They were full and luscious. I gasped as he took more and more until he had my entire big black dick in his throat, and his pretty lips and graceful nose was buried in my wiry pubes. I grabbed his brown curls and fucked his throat. The motherfucker didn’t miss a beat, looking me in the eye as I railed his throat, clapping my balls to his chin. I popped my dick free and it slapped his face as it bounced up and down of its own accord, still drooling thick precum.

“Fuck! I want this inside of me! I want you to fuck me!” he growled, full of lustful passion.

I turned him around and kissed my bare knob to his pretty pink chute. I wasn’t about to ruin the sweet feeling of his asshole with a condom, and he hadn’t asked. I pushed in, and we both moaned out loud. His chute was hot and tight and fucking wet. It was like he had pre-lubed his hole as my big dick slid right in and I was locked in to the root.

“Oh shit, bitch! Your hole is like butter!” I moaned.

“And it’s all yours,” he purred, going face-down, hugging the pillow to his chest as he looked back at me and smiled.

Fuck! This bitch wanted the dick-down, and I gave it to him. I held onto his hips and pulled him back as I began to fuck into him. I moaned with every stroke, not only because of the feeling but the visual: my black dick sliding through his pink fuck-hole; his sweet boy-chute opening wide and swallowing every inch of me with a sweet welcoming moan from him. I slowed my roll and savored my next entry. I paused deep inside and we both moaned.

“Fuck, daddy! Give it to me! Gimme that big fucking dick!” he hissed, and wiggled his ass up on me.

Fuck! This boy was hungry. I went back to pumping my dick up in him, in long steady strokes that had him mewing like a fucking kitten. He had his back arched and those pretty round buns were glistening with sweat. I rubbed all over them and he started to fuck himself on my dick.

“Yeah, boy! Ride daddy’s fucking dick!” I growled, watching that pretty pink chute gobble my dick with every thrust.

My black pole was glistening with his juices as he picked up speed. He started whimpering; babbling on about how good my big dick felt up inside of him, about how he could ride my dick forever. I wished he could too, but that pretty tight chute was getting me close. I grabbed his hips and took back control, pounding into him as my orgasm rose from my balls to the head of my dick.

“Ah fuck! I’m about to cum! I’m gonna breed your pretty pink ass, bitch!”

“Yes, daddy! Fucking cum inside me! Please!” he begged, and I did.

I pushed in deep and unleashed my load, grunting and my body trembling as I pumped my essence into his hot hungry tunnel. I stayed there, buried up to the balls in his guts until I had recovered. I dragged my dick free. I was still hard and oozing the last of my load. He turned around and licked the last bit of cum from my dick then had me lie on my back.

“Fuck yeah,” he said with a smile as he straddled my lap and slid his hot cum-filled hole down my shaft.

“Shit! Yeah! Ride that dick!” I moaned, folding my arms behind my head as he began.

I closed my eyes, just as he closed his, and we savored the sensation of each other’s body; the sweet feeling of his hole on my dick and my dick inside of him. He rode me slow at first, sliding along almost my entire length. Then, he rode me faster, with his fat thick dick slapping my abs at a steady cadence and splattering his sticky precum all over me. I ran my hands up his body, caressing his chest and thumbing his stiff nipples. I wrapped my hand around his throat and he gasped, and rode me faster, and it seemed his dick got even harder.

“Choke me, daddy! Tighter!” he demanded.

I did and he shuddered, even as he slammed himself down on my dick, harder and faster, and gyrated his hot hungry tunnel around on it each time he sat down on it fully. I moaned as I felt my second orgasm rising. He grunted and grabbed his dick, fapping like crazy and crying out as he reached orgasm.

“Yes! Daddy, I’m cumming! I’m fucking cumming! Oh fuck! Fuck!”

His cum jetted out over my face and chest. I licked it off my lip, then grunted as my own orgasm hit, and I thrust up inside him as I unleashed my load. We both trembled and huffed as we emptied our balls. Then, he rested still on top of me. I released his throat, and he leaned down and kissed me. I sucked on his pretty pink lips then fed him my tongue and he sucked on it gently.

“Damn, that was good,” he panted.

“You’re telling me,” I chuckled. I caressed his smooth body and he kissed my hand. “So, what time do you have to get back to campus?”

“No time soon. Tomorrow is Sunday, and my Monday classes start in the afternoon. Plenty of time.”

“Great, ‘cause this is the last night of our tour and we were supposed to head back tomorrow. I have enough to rent this place for another night but if you stay, you’re gonna get fucked something serious,” I warned.

“I can take whatever you’ve got to give me, daddy,” he chimed, then kissed me again. My dick hardened inside of him, and he started to gyrate on it. This was going to be a good fucking night.

The Chemical Nature of Things 

*Note from the author,

There is a technology used in this story that is totally fictional as are all said events associated with this story. No one was coerced as they don’t exist and neither does the scientific knowhow to alter genes at th level that is done in the story. As we live long enough and they get better with genetic manipulation, I would not bet against something like this in the future. If that is so, let us just hope that the scientist that develops it, is a good man.

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Bill Conner and Charlie Hendrix had had a nice dinner, though Bill had had his doubts. Himself and Charlie had not always seen eye to eye on many things. The two had competed against each other in school in various academic contests. They were even in the department; they worked in the competitive world of the military industrial complex. Another complication and Bill would have to excuse himself quickly to try and avoid that complication tonight. Charlie was already taking his jacket off him, hence the problem. Both men worked for the same set of laboratories and had known each other since they were kids. Charlie had, not only a liking for Bill, but he wanted even more. He had always wanted to play that game with Bill, but he was a bit more reserved.

Both men would be in their mid-twenties, perhaps Charlie Hendrix was a few years older. He had made them both a drink, hoping Bill would relax some. Bill was of medium build and average height. He seemed to be in pretty good shape so he must work out. He kept his hair cut close cropped up top, stunning green eyes, light brown hair, and the ability to smile or laugh faster than anyone in the room. Charlie on the other hand was a tall man that was also in really good shape. Charlie was in a weight class up from Bill, and it was not fat. He had dark hair, a darker complexion because of background, and would appear to most to be a reasonable man. He handed Bill his drink and sat down next to him on the small couch.

Charlie didn’t even wait and said, “So, perhaps since we got in a bit later than usual. I am not sure, maybe you spend the night tonight.”

Bill wanted to be nice so he would try, “No, I think I will head on home tonight, thank you for the offer.”

Charlie looked annoyed, “Bill I really don’t see the problem? We are the same, I just want you to go a bit further is all.”

Bill gave the same speech, and not for the first time, “Look Charlie, you want to feel like the big man in the bedroom, I can live with that. That does not seem to be enough for you, when you look at me, I feel like piece of furniture being appraised.”

Charlie said, “Instead of being insulted by this, I will just say it, I want to own you. It is just one of my things,”

“No one owns me Charlie, you are their friend, or you love them.”

Charlie thought, ‘I knew it would have to be this way, plus we need a test subject one. If it works, I will get what I want.’

He narrowed his eyes a bit and said, “Okay Bill, but it will not get you out of, is losing the bet on that ballgame.”

Bill knew he would get nailed on that one. “Okay for the bet, let me guess you want me to quote you some poetry?”

Charlie got up and walked over to him and said, “The poetry I want bitch is a blowjob and let’s get every drop of that cum down.” He unzipped and pulled a good-sized seven-and-a-half- inch dick and presented it to Bill. He took it into his mouth and began to suck it as hard as he could simultaneously running his tongue up and down the shaft and the head as he went. Charlie seemed to be more excited than usual, so he went to slow down, to make it last longer and extend his pleasure.

Charlie grabbed the back of Bill’s head and said heavily, “Don’t slow down cocksucker, keep going steady.”

Bill had done this more than once and he guessed at this rate there was no way Charlie could last, he guessed three more minutes.

Charlie yelled, “Oh fuck!”

Thick squirts of salty Charlie-Cum came spilling into Bill’s mouth, so he had been a bit off. Charlie must have really been horny. He did his duty, he locked eyes with Charlie and began to work on getting it all swallowed down. A few minutes later as Bill was putting his jacket back on, he was hit with an uncharacteristic wave of dizziness. He reached over and put his hand flat on a table. Charlie saw him away at the door and quietly thanked him for the blowjob. Bill had just said, he hoped that Charlie enjoyed it. Dr. Charles Hendrix assured him, that blowjob was a life-altering event.

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All that night Bill had some powerful erotic dreams about Charlie Hendrix, in fact that was all he dreamed about. The sound of the alarm clock going off the next morning, he woke up, but he was not feeling well. He felt almost as if he had the flu, and a persistent feeling that something was missing or not right. The first person he thought about was Charlie, true he was a medical doctor, but he did research. He got up to get some coffee and grab a shower and fell back into his seat. He fell back into his seat and drifted off to sleep.

Finally, he was shaken awake and there was no sunlight coming through the windows, and Charlie Hendrix was here standing above him holding some Chinese takeout. Bill felt terrible but was so very glad that Charlie was there. It was almost freakish how glad he was that Charlie was here.

Charlie was smiling down at him and took his right index finger and began to swirl it around Bill’s lips.

He looked Bill right in the eyes and said, “Open your mouth, Bill.”

Bill had never wanted to do anything more in his life then to open his mouth. He found himself opening his mouth and just sat there waiting to be told what to do. Plus, he felt sick to his stomach. This was much like the way he always felt he had to have medical care and what it feels like to be pulled slowly off pain medication.

He noticed that Charlie was doing something very odd considering their situation. He had unzipped his fly, taken his dick out and as slowly stroking it till finally a small amount of pre-cum came out on it.  He walked forward and put the head of his pre-cum covered dick into Bill’s open mouth.

Carlie sounded like he was suddenly very far away, “Close your mouth around that and lick it all nice and clean. Oh, and don’t forget to swallow it.”

Billy did this and he really was enthusiastic about it and seemed to enjoy it immensely. Him holding the dick of Charlies head in his mouth it was like he could not get enough of it. He had never felt a drive this powerful before ad he knew he was suddenly feeling so much better. It has not taken long before his flu like symptoms and stomach upset had rapidly cleared up. All he could seem to concentrate on was Charlie. Him licking the precum off from Charlie’s dick must have felt good cause he had a full erection now. He moved forward.

Having Charlie in such proximity to him and then having him begin to insert his hardening dick in Bill’s mouth, was about to drive him out of his mind. Bill was trying to think, he was still a younger guy, so he had quite a sex drive, but this was much more powerful.

Charlie said, “Suck my dick bitch.”

The way that Billy was feeling made him think of what he had heard individuals that he knows that use cocaine. They were forever talking about it increasing the sex drive and one’s potency. Bill though gad never even tried the stuff. He just knew that as far as he was concerned, he had one purpose in life right now and that was to suck Charlie Hendrix’s dick because it was if he had been programmed to do it. Maybe he was just not getting enough attention such as this, so Charlie’s attention just had him hot.

Charlie’s head had reached the back of his throat and Bill started to ease it into his throat. His body was like it was on automatic and his brain was acting like one of those crazy machines one sees on videos that are just basically fuck machines. Right now, he was a blowjob machine, and his only purpose was to deliver said blowjob to Charlie. Bill got another blast of a salty taste in his mouth. Charlie oozing more precum. Once again, Bill got hit with what most people would call a headrush and felt extremely good.

Charlie pulled away from him and said, “Get up and take off all your clothes. Get up on that chair facing the back of it and spread your legs.”

Bill could not seem to move fast enough to obey. He felt high, maybe like he had been in the weed or perhaps the Wild Turkey. Once he was in position, Charlie had taken his pants off and positioned himself to fuck Bill’s ass. As he walked up to get into position, he delivered several powerful smacks to both of Bill’s ass cheeks. He was being quite rough, and Bill knew that ass would be sore tomorrow. He spit on his dick several times and told Bill:

“Reach behind you and use one of your hands and get my dick good and slick.”

Bill did not even hesitate, he took his right hand and reached back and began to rub the saliva all over Charlie’s dick. He expertly played with it and reached down and lightly played with his big balls.

Charlie said, “Hmmm, improvisation, good. Put your hands back up on the seat and don’t interfere with what I do, and keep that pretty mouth shut.”

Bill turned around and Charlie was running his dick in and out of him, in no time.

Charlie was excited as he fucked Bill, “After all this time, after I tried and tried, now you are mine. Bill, look at me.”

Bill did and Charlie said, “Listen to me, as of now you belong to me. So, tell me, who do you belong to?”

Bill never flinched, “I belong to you of course.”

What Charlie had done, and deployed, and the kind of power it gave him over this man. Charlie was thinking of it all and he got hotter and hotter and began to pick up the pace. When he was ready, he went all the way in and began to shoot his ass full of cum.

Charlie said, “Oh-My fucking, that was intense, I just got you though, that load was really loaded. You should be good for some time now.”

Bill was feeling extremely good and all he could think about was making Charlie happy, no matter what. Still?

He asked, “Charlie what are you talking about and why do I feel so fantastic?”

Charlie said, “Well don’t get angry, and no worries because I know now you can’t, not at me anyway. That project I have been assigned to at work, Bill had a huge breakthrough. I guess you could say that we have kind of an MK-Ultra we have been working on, and ours works. You are the first test subject, I really had to have you.”

Bill was much calmer than he would have thought possible, still he managed, “What did you do?”

Charlie said, “Turn around here and come over here and sit on the floor and put your back up against the wall.”

Bill just did it his mind never even considered that there was any other possibility. Once he was in place, Charlie got on his knees in front of him and was soon throat fucking him, the stuff was helping with his recovery power as well.

Charlie talked to Bill as he shoved his dick in and out of his throat. “You see Bill, my project finally perfected a compound we have been working on for some time. This is how it works Bill; now keep in mind we combine two technologies and combine them which we use to accomplish this. But if we want to control someone with this technology, and that is what is it about Bill. Control. So, about twelve hours before or anytime in that time range we come up with a solution a person could take, in a liquid or an injection. The liquid contains a retrovirus that carries a genetic alteration that has a rather interesting application. It codes directly to the person’s DNA so it is specific to them. It leeches onto some sugar in the semen, like that big old load of cum I watched you choke down last night. And that is how it is delivered so I needed you to swallow it, so now your DNA has been altered in just a few ways that will always make you obey me.”

Bill went, “Eek- uh.”

Charlie went, “Shh, no need to make yourself gag more than you already are. See I gave you an order, which was to suck my dick, you cannot stop until I tell you that you can. As I said though, it is coded only to me, so I am the only one that can control you like this. Oh fuck, that feels good, I know I don’t have to tell you to keep up the good work. What is better, the other component we added to it was another compound that has kind a euphoric effect in the subject under certain conditions. For instance, when I give you an order, say to do as you are, to suck my dick. You will not be able to not do it, furthermore, you will instantly want to. When you accomplish your task, you will get an almost narcotic effect just from having obeyed me. Just through Pavlovian Conditioning, you will learn to obey me more and more.

Charlie grabbed the back of Bill’s head and pulled down sort of out of habit as he began to shoot off all over inside his mouth again. Bill downed every drop and sort of curled up in the floor in a fetal position.

Charlie put his dick away and zipped up. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Now before you do something stupid like try and run off or some such. Realize there is another side of that coin. You have the physical need now to be controlled by me and to please me. When I withhold either, you will get terribly sick, and it is persistent. Oh, it is also in urine, so time to get into that. Unfortunately, it is irreversible, and we do have a form you can take should something happen to me. However, it will not be released, like ever and the supply is in a guarded safe. So, I will just continue to give you the amount you need by letting you get it secondary from being my, cum dump. Of course, you will obey me because it will make you feel good. Now I will really be able to do to you all the things I have ever even thought about to you.

“Tomorrow you will be moving in with me and I am really going to play hard.”

He decided to fist a truck stop near by to Fuck or suck or taste piss. He been training His knowledge of Sex and things. One of his favorite position is 69. His cock was average male size of 10 and bit Longer and  thick. While his Butt been a bubble butt and His ball feel like basketball.

He walk inside the restroom and into a stall and close it then see The hole in both side. He then Pull down his pants then sit in. He heard a another boy walking inside next door stall and removed his 7inch Black cock out then put in the hole. He said Hey If you in there Speak. I am Mike Taylor A 1, what about you The boy said I’m Max Zio.

Max Then said i been so horny Seeing so manny cute blacks and white. Can you Mike suck my off I have dectable cum for a white bitch like you. Sure I will

The voice suddenly said, “You gonna suck it or what?” This brought me out of my trance and I knew it was the moment of truth. I reached up and grabbed the hot throbbing cock in my hand and slowly started to massage it, making it harder as I did so. His cock look like same as mine but size 12.

Then I just plunged in and did what I had come for, I opened my mouth and slid the cock in as far as it would go and started to suck it slowly, moving my mouth back and forth along the hard shaft. I knew I was doing OK because I could hear him moan, his cock was clean and he had a musky masculine smell to him.

The taste of his cock immediately made my mouth water and I noticed I was starting to make slurping sounds as I sucked on his cock. I was becoming intoxicated by the taste and smell of his black cock in my mouth. I let go of his cock and got on my knees with my hands pressed against the wall. My body connected to the cock sticking through the hole only through my mouth, my head moving slowly back and forth and sliding my lips and tongue along his hard black cock shaft.

 The more I established a rhythm of sucking, the more I started to moan and slobber all over his cock. He started moaning louder and louder, saying, “Oh fuck yeah, suck that cock! Suck it good”. I was getting hot as hell and hard as a rock, my cock straining in my pants. I started taking more of his cock into my mouth until my nose and lips were starting to touch the wall.
Max then said you so a Natural cock sucker. Now take this as Max begin to pour his spunk into Mike mouth and Mike swallow. Now Boy Lick me off. As Mike did Then he grab max balls and squeeze. Max moaned loud. Now Boy I need to pee you will Drink it. Mike then suck Max soft 10 inch cock. Max said ooooooooo He begun to piss inside the human Toliet mouth. Then was done.

Max then said Your turn to get pleasure But not here let get out 

Next part Will be Max get Mike to Cum.

We were all naked on the bed, there was me, just twenty, with my seventy year old grandpa with his arm around me and with his right hand gently holding my cock and my step dad Frank, in his fifties and gobbling grandpa’s big prick.

“This is nice young Ben” said Grandpa, moving his hand up and down my stiff shaft, do you like your old  grandpa wanking your dick?”

“Yes” I replied, my eyes fixed on my step dad slurping all over my grandpa’s amazingly stiff dick.

“Oh! That feels great Frank, keep sucking my cock like that and you’ll get a mouth full of cum if you’re not careful”.

Frank pulled grandpa’s cock from his mouth briefly to sexily smile up at him then he was down on the cock with a sucking frenzy.

“Don’t forget young Ben here, your step son looks like he needs his dick sucked too” said grandpa.

Frank swapped cocks and was now licking up and down my shaft as grandpa held it upright.

I reached for my grandpa’s dick, I’d never see one quite so big and the rigid stiffness of it, wet with my step dad’s saliva, was just unbelievable.

My step dad gobbled me for a while, his tongue keeping my prick rigid whilst grandpa wanked it, then he was back on grandpa’s dick gnawing the fat knob head with his teeth and driving grandpa crazy.

“Your step dad need a good fucking lad and I’m just the one to do it, so watch and learn” said grandpa pulling his dick away from my step dad’s mouth.

“On your back Frank, let me get this stiff dick stuffed up your randy hole”.

My step dad did as he was told, laying on his  back with his legs stretched wide. I leaned over and gripped his prick, my thumb rubbing the back of his knob as my grandpa pushed his thick cock into my step dad’s twitching arsehole.

I was so excited watching grandpa’s thick prick forcing my step dad’s hole open. Of course step dad was moaning as he felt each penetrating inch but grandpa wanted all of his cock in whatever and managed to get all of his dick up Frank.

I wanted to get in on the action so I leaned over and took my step dad’s stiff cock into my mouth and let my tongue lap viciously at the knob as grandpa fucked him hard.

After a few moments Frank pulled me around so that he could get his tongue up my arsehole. I was still gobbling his cock as he manoeuvred me around and was soon moaning when his tongue worked inside me.

“That’s it Frank, lick his tight hole open” said grandpa thrusting his cock deep into my step dad.

All three of us were groaning and moaning as we enjoyed each other. My step dad worked on my hole for some time and then began sucking on my balls and my cock. I sucked on his balls too my eyes staring at my grandpa’s thick prick as it continued to thrust inside my step dad’s hairy hole.

Grandpa was incredible, his stamina off the scale.

He shagged my step dad’s arse off and without coming had his eyes and cock on my tight arsehole.

“Do you want your old grandpa to stick his big cock up your tight little arse Ben?”

I grunted ‘yes’, my mouth still full of my sep dad’s cock, my step dad still wiggling his hot tongue inside my hole.

The randy old men got me onto my back and my step dad held my legs wide and put his cock back into my mouth. Grandpa got between my legs, his big fucking cock throbbing for my tight hole.

“Let’s try and get this fucker inside” said grandpa rubbing my hole with his engorged knob.

Both men spat onto my arsehole, a pool of saliva nestling in the dip of my hole. Grandpa soaked his knob in the spit and then pushed against my tight sphincter.

I groaned, my tongue rolling haplessly around my step dad’ swollen knob.

“Push harder pops, he wants it right in” said my step dad and I felt the heat of a knob opening me up.

Grandpa’s blue eyes twinkled as he shoved his dick harder. I was groaning and sucking cock as the monster prick stretched my arsehole wide open.

“Fuck him pops, fuck him good and hard like you fuck me” said my step dad and grandpa began to move his big dick in and out of my tight arsehole.

Wow! Was I groaning? My old grandpa was shafting me like he was a fucking teenager .

“That’s nice, so nice” said grandpa picking up speed, his prick driving my prostate insane.

“Shoot your load in his mouth and I’ll fill his tight arsehole with a fuck load of jizz” said grandpa encouraging my step dad to sperm up my tonsils.

A  long drawn out moan and my step dad let his balls empty creaming my mouth and throat with five jolts of creamy spunk. I was spluttering, my lips spilling the cum my throat gulping the man batter as the cock jerked uncontrollably in my mouth.

Grandpa grunted loudly, his cock stiffened a little more and he began to shoot his spunk up my arse.

I was moaning helplessly as grandpa’s big prick twitched inside my hole his balls tight against his cock as he drained them off.

“Now we have to drain him off too” said grandpa clutching my ragingly stiff dick.

My step dad soon had his mouth on my shaft whilst grandpa gobbled on my knob. Two mouths on my prick and I was in raptures. Two tongues making my dick jerk excitedly. I watched as both mouths stuck together over my knob, their two tongues rolling sensually around my helmet.

My step dad began to play with my balls as he sucked me and grandpa clamped his mouth on my shaft wanking it up and down with his lips.

I was soon on the verge and ready to shoot a fact both men took advantage of. The sucking went completely wild, my cock suck sore by the time I began to cream off. Grandpa was a proper old cum slut, swilling my spunk around his mouth like he was tasting wine. They transferred my spunk from mouth to mouth and then began to kiss me and tongue load my own cum into my mouth.

It was a session to keep in my memory forever and one that I knew would be repeated again and again.

Of course trying to stand and walk properly after having had both cocks pounding my hole was a feat in itself so I just fell back onto the bed and waited for grandpa and step dad to pleasure me again.

Half an hour later my mouth was open and two hot cocks were pushing inside for me to suck on.

I spread my legs wide letting fingers probe into my cum loaded hole and wallowed in my situation.

It was going to be one hell of a day.

Be careful what you wish for

“They are our guests, we can’t just commandeer their ships and demand-”

King Emron raised his fingers just a few few inches and that motion was enough to silence the gentleman.

“You forget yourself Ensari,” King Emron said as he stood up to walk over to Commander Ensari, his cousin and commander of his auxiliary guards. 

The two powerful young men were in the grand palace library which was lined with shelves filled with scrolls and tablets dating to the birth of civilization itself. But it was one particular scroll they were interested in that afternoon. The scroll that contained the designs used by ship builders across the Great Sea.

King Emron approached his cousin and held the exotic beaded scarf he wore over his more traditionally styled waist-length tunic.

“Perhaps the time you’ve spent with the Eastern tribes has made you forget who you are,” as the King spoke he unbuttoned the tunic and peeled it off the Commander’s shoulders and. He then started tracing the ritualistic markings emblazoned on the Commander’s chest in the red ink used by the tribes.

“Your mission was to convert them to our customs and instead-”

“I have not forgotten my customs,” Ensari said in his deep, controlled voice. “Nor my duties to my King.”

This time he unwrapped the scarf from his neck, which was lined with thick muscles that led to a wide meaty back and a firm behind.

“I offer this gift,” Ensari, fell to his knees and held the scarf up for the King. When the King showed no interest, he placed the scarf at his feet and placed his head against the King’s lap, playfully running his hand up the King’s linen skirt, looking for the knot that held the fabric together. “And I offer my body and soul in service to the King.”

He planted kisses around the King’s groin feeling the swelling begin to grow.

“I’m sure you’ve learnt a lot of new ways to please your King,” the King squeezed Ensari’s meaty shoulders and motioned for him to rise to his feet. “But the ships! The ships! I must know why the Emperor has brought with him an entire fleet and why he has been secretive about how many ships he brought.”

“My King, if the Emperor wished to strike us, he would have done so already. I have seen the scale of his army. I’ve seen a single one of his legions bring a great city down to rubble. The Emperor will not attack, as long as he remains a welcome guest.” Ensari finished and reached for the King’s hand and started playing with his fingers. 

“If you won’t help me then perhaps you should return to the mountains.”

“I will do as my King commands, as always. I only wished to warn the King against making an enemy out of a potential ally.”

Ensari went to one of the shelves and browsed through some scrolls before reaching on a high shelf to pull out a dusty one hidden in the back. As he did so the embroidered skirt he had loosely wrapped around his waist came undone and fell to the floor. 

He looked sheepishly at the King and turned around using the scroll to cover himself. 

“I remember a lot more hair on these cheeks,” the King remarked as he sauntered towards the Commander who had finally managed to pique his interest.

“Well, the tribes are very particular about what they put in their mouth,” Commander Ensari said as the King approached and embraced him closely from behind him, breathing out a quiet moan into the Commander’s ear.

“Well, open up, Commander. I want to see what we’re working with here.”

The Commander hesitated and then pulled apart the seal on the scroll and spread it on the large desk in front of him. The scroll showed the design of a large ship with markings and measurements in a foreign language.

“This is what the Emperor’s ships look like. The scrolls are from over 40 years ago but the designs haven’t changed much.”

“I’m sure some things have changed. It feels a lot tighter than I remember,” the King said as he gently slid a finger covered in his spittle into the Commander. He used his knees to spread the Commander’s legs apart and bent him over the desk.

“Tighter perhaps, but from what I remember, my King can charm his way into any tight spot,” Commander Ensari said, his deep voice turning into soft purrs as the King added an extra finger, and another, and one more.

Suddenly there was banging, clanging and voices at the doors. 

Kassan the King’s servant barged into the library. He stood frozen for a moment at the sight of the Commander bent over in front of the King.

“Your majesty,” Kassan said out of breath and with a perfunctory bow. “It’s the Emperor. He has let himself into the throne room-”

The King pulled himself out of the commander and took a deep breath.

“And which fool let him into MY throne room. I will have their head. Does the Emperor think he can just take away my throne!”

“Sir, I think he wants an audience with you.”

“Commander, get dressed, you’re coming with me. Kassan, are Sirs Ayn and Rean outside?” the King’s voice boomed. 

“Yes, your majesty. Your personal guard is ready to escort you!”

“Good. Rean! Bring me my sword,” the King puffed his chest and reached out to receive the sword presented to him. “I’ll have the Emperor’s head on a spike before I let him take my kingdom.”

“Your majesty, a few people have now gathered in the throne room-”

“Branan the Great has overstayed his welcome.”

Wielding their swords, the King and his guard walked out of the royal library and marched across the courtyard to the east heading straight for the throne Room. 

The King stepped into the throne room which was filled with mostly men from his council and some of the Emperor’s men. The King commanded in his thunderous voice, “Branan the Great, present yourself and bend the knee to the King of Antheros.”

The crowd turned to face the King and his men, one by one the King’s men fell to their knees until only Branan, the Emperor, and his scattered men were left towering over everyone.

“Well, no King has ever greeted me with as much excitement,” Branan said with a chuckle as he gestured at the King.

Suddenly King Emron realised he was still hard from his library session with the Commander. He felt his cheeks burning up and immediately his blood boil at the sight of the Emperor lasciviously undressing him with his eyes and imagining doing all sorts of depraved things to his body. And the thought made even more blood rush to his hardness until it hurt to leave it untouched.

“Bend the knee!” The King repeated with whatever dignity he had left.

There was a loud collective gasp as the giant Branan went down on one knee. 

“For you, Emron. I will bend the knee. But my loyalty comes at a price.”

“And what’s your price?” the King asked, stunned.

“You, my King.” The entire room held its breath as Branan rose up to his feet and reached down to cup his hefty manhood in his large hand, “Emron, King of Antheros, your body belongs to me now.”