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Jake smiled at Peter and handed him the 400 pounds.  Peter thanked him and turned to open the door of the hotel suite.  

“See you soon again maybe?”   asked Peter

“Yes , soon” said Jack.

The boy turned left and made his way to the elevators.

Jack had fucked he boy for the last three hours. It was good sex. They both got what they wanted. It was the second time Jack had met up with Peter. The first time Jack had seen him waiting tables in a Brighton restaurant.  They had got talking and by chance they saw each other again later that evening in the gay bar.  

Like most students Peter was hard pressed to make ends meet. With 9K a year university fees, books and lodging his grant was not enough and working at tables made far too little. Peter did some casual escorting now and again when the chance came by. He was gay and he thought if he fancied the guy then why not. Jack was 40 but built like a brick shit house.  Peter was only 19 but it was clear they had a connection. Peter liked being dominated and Jack liked dominating. 

This was the second time only 4 weeks after the first and Peter had readily agreed when Jack rang.  On both occasions Jack had pummelled the boy’s young arse. Peter was extremely pretty with blue eyes and blond hair. He did weights, swam  and ran so he was in good shape.

Jack on the other hand was muscled even for 40. He was ex army and a killer. He had several tours of Afghanistan, Syria and a dozen unsavoury places around the world. He had gained many scars for his troubles and Peter was shocked by the damage to his body. Probably the worst damage was the scars left by whipping during interrogation.

Jack went into the army when he was 18. It followed the tragic death of his parents in a car accident, His father was a multi millionaire property agent and a future was guaranteed for Jack. However he was angry at the world and joined the army to work out some aggression. He turned out to be very good and aged 20 he was part of special operations sent all over the world. Within a couple of years he was team leader and could claim over 150 kills in the good name of his country. On one occasion he even got himself captured on purpose to be brought into the Taliban camp. From there he could overcome his captives and work outwards. He justified that it was much easier to work like a trojan horse. 

 

The Generals began to worry about the image of the unit and that they were getting too bloody thirsty. Killing for the sake of killing.  Jake was moved to black ops. This was a smaller unit of dedicated killers. Nothing of their success ever made the media. Additionally nothing of their failings did either.  When men went into war and put their lives on the line, stress played a big part. During these times some soldiers turned to rape as a way of sexual relief.  Jake was no different but he favoured young men and rarely girls. He found a technique of holding the jugular vein to make his boy faint and then within a few seconds enter the boy from the rear.  Jack was so stressed and came so quickly that the whole thing lasted no more than a minute.  He usually twisted the boy’s neck causing death and then shot him in the rear of the head. It was brutal.

He tried to make himself more human and visited large towns to buy young prostitutes for an hour. These he did not kill. He never considered entering into any sort of relationship.

Now at the age of 40 and with many battle scars he had left the black ops unit and become a one man problem solver. He existed not on any file and although paid by the MOD he appeared on no tax forms. He was truly black ops. He was known as the problem solver to just four men who could call upon him from Whitehall.

And so it was this night that Jack sought sexual relief and for the first time ever he used the same boy twice.  The boy was very pretty, did as Jack needed and was funny. It was win-win.  Jack smiled, turned to the bedroom and walked into the shower to remove the smell of cum and sex.

20 minutes later he was in bed flicking through the TV channels. He was asleep 30 minutes later.

Jack had a newly built ranch in the foothills of the South Downs overlooking Brighton. He also kept a flat to himself as a safe house in one of his properties on the Sea front, However when he needed gratification and anonymity he rented a hotel room for the night and paid cash.

 

The next morning Jack checked out and returned to his ranch to see what the day would bring.

His task was as a problem solver for the British government.  Most of this  time this meant extermination on British soil. These were the cases in which a quick solution was needed but there could be no hint of an extermination. The most suitable result was that the victim just disappeared. It was easy to kill. To make sure the body never re-appeared required more planning.

Come Monday Jack found in his Inbox papers regarding two Pakistani  men who had just got off a high court case of the murder and sexual misuse of two girls.  Jack read the dossier. It said “disappear”.    The two men lived in Bradford and so he would have to journey North for a few days.

The men had decided to get out of the reach of the media and rented an outhouse of a farm using a local renting website. Getting them out of the city made it much easier for Jake to do his job.  He preferred not to shoot or use knives since this could leave blood for DNA analysis.  He preferred to immobilise them and then break their necks. After this he used their own car to drive 5km into the hills and bury them on the moor.  A suitable hole could be dug within an hour’s hard work.  He would deliver the car back and then trek away to the 10 miles to his own car across the moor.

For this work of 7 days he was paid 100,000 plus expenses. He did not really need the money. Two weeks later the media reported “Bradford two missing”. The police did not try too hard to find them!  The case was quickly closed.

Jake went back to working on his ranch. He was putting in additional fences all the way round which amounted to 2 miles of fencing in all.

A week went by and it was Friday afternoon. He fancied a break and his mind went to seeing Peter once more.  He sent an SMS.

“Are you free Saturday evening?”

The response came quickly. 

“Sure thing. We will be on the beach all afternoon. Beach volley with the boys. “

Jack booked the hotel for Saturday evening.

On Saturday Jack checked in at 2pm and was down by the beach by 3pm. He found 8 young bronzed pretty  trimmed shirtless  boys playing beach volleyball. Peter spotted Jack sitting at the cafe on the beach and ran over to greet him.

“Come and join us?” said Peter.

“No thanks” said Jack. “I have some shopping to do. See you at the club at 7pm?”

“Sure thing” said Peter.

Peter turned back to the game wiggling his backside as he jogged. He knew Jack was watching.

Jack did his shopping and, having showered and had some food arrived at the club at 6.45. He was punctual. He put himself with a good view of all exits. Just a habit from his army days.  7pm came and went. At 7.30 Jack ordered a second beer and made light conversation with some of the boys. One of them was obviously looking for an easy way to make some cash and another was selling drugs.  By 7.45 he was seriously thinking of going. He was disappointed at Peter. Jack thought he was reliable. Just at that moment Peter walked in through the entrance. At a second glance Jack saw that it was not Peter but a very close copy of him. Jack then recognized him as one of the boys on the beach playing volleyball.

“Jack?” asked the boy.

“Yes” said Jack looking the boy up and down. The boy was almost a clone of Peter. Same hair, eyes, build high cheekbones giving him a majestic look. 

“I am afraid Peter won’t be able to make it. He is very sorry”

“That’s a shame,” said Jack.

“He asked me to suggest that if you wanted to  then I could take his place”

Jack looked up into the boys eyes

“That’s if you like me?” said the boy.

The boy looked down in embarrassment. Jack could see tears running down his cheeks.

Jack took one hand and lifted the boys chin up

“What’s wrong? Whats happened?” said Jack

The boy was silent.

“Well he is in hospital for a while. He is very sorry. It wasn’t his fault.”

“What happened?” insisted Jack.

The boy tears ran even more down his cheeks and eventually he said “he got beaten up by some thugs”

“Come and sit down,” said Jack.

“Why?”

“They are just the town thugs. They go after a lot of students trying to get us to buy and sell drugs. This time they wanted Peter do do some pimping for some of their clients but he refused.”

“How bad is he?” said Jack.

“Punctured lung and three broken ribs”

“Pretty bad then” said Jack.  “Are his parents coming?” Have the police been called?”

“His parents are dead and so are mine. The police have been there but they do nothing and if he presses charges it will only get worse in a few weeks time”

“Let’s go see him,” said Jack.

Jack got up, took the boy’s arm and marched him out of the pub. They hailed a taxi and took the short ride to Brighton hospital. On the way Jack asked the boy’s name which was Adam. He was one of the boys on the beach that afternoon. 

Adam led the way to the intensive ward. Peter was awake and sedated but not totally out of it. He recognised Jack and Peter.

“I am sorry Jack” he said

“Don’t be silly” said Jack “Not  your fault”

Jack took his hand. Peter said “Adam will take my place tonight if you like”

“Don’t worry about that” said Jack.

The doctor came and they were asked to leave. Peter would have to undergo an operation to fix the internal damage.

They sat in the waiting room. 

“Tell me about this,” demanded Jack.

“Well there are three of them in town. East European I think. They run drugs, protection, girls and boys. We just refused to have anything to do with it. It is the second time Peter has been attacked and this time it’s really bad.”

They fell silent for a while. Jack was thinking. The first thing was to ensure Peter’s safety. There was no police presence and the thugs could come back at any time to make sure he would not talk.  

Jack could not quite work out why he was concerned. After all he had met this boy twice before and he was a simple hooker. 

Jack made a phone call.  An hour later another guy turned up. Jack and Dave talked for a couple of minutes and went over to see the nursing staff. 

“Dave is going to stay here whilst we are gone to look after Peter” said Jack.

“Is he still in danger?” said Adam

“Maybe” replied Jack

Dave and Jack shook hands.  Dave said “don’t hurry back. I get in touch with a couple of the other guys until you get things sorted”

Jack thanked him and they left the hospital. 

“Where are we going?” said Adam

“Well we need to pick up some of Peter’s clothes, he might be here for a few days.

They took a taxi to the address Adam gave. The door was open. Walking in they could see the place was trashed. Nothing was stolen it seemed. There was not much to steal. 

That did it for Jack.

Pack a bag for Peter and a bag for yourself. You cannot stay here tonight. You are coming with me. No point in going back to the hospital now. We need some rest. Peter is being guarded and I need to do some research.

They took the taxi to the hotel and went quickly up to the room.

Adam said in a chair began to shake and cry without control.

Jack stood him up and held him tight. 

“It will be ok” he said.

Jack poured the boy a large whisky. It hit the back of the throat and he managed to regain control.

“Now get into the shower and after that let’s get some rest.”

“Do you want me tonight?” asked Adam

“Well you are very pretty but I don’t think you are quite in the mood tonight. Lets get this sorted first”

Adam got into the shower and then dumped into the bed. Jack got onto his laptop and started making some emails.

“Request information on East european drugs, protection and prostitution in Brighton and the south coast in general”

Jack had a shower and got into bed beside Adam.

Adam rolled over and put his arm over Jack. Adam was asleep.

Jack smiled. For the first time he was in bed with a boy who was actually asleep. More than that it could be said he was cuddling with the boy. “That’s a first,”  he thought.

Morning came and Jack was awake at 6am. He made coffee and opened the laptop. The wheels of power had been turning during the night and he was amazed at the message. They had sent 10 profiles. 3 in Brighton, 4 in Portsmouth and 3 in Southampton. All major student towns.

Even more surprised he saw “Disappear” on the three in Brighton and Southampton and “Terminate with extreme prejudice” on the ones in Portsmouth. His bosses obviously wanted a very public execution of the ring leaders so it stopped there.

Jack sat  back in  the chair. Getting rid of one or two was easy enough but 10 was another matter. The last message said “1 million fee.”

Jack needed a plan.

Now Jack has a reason to help these boys.

Adam woke and they ate breakfast together.   

“Are you and Peter a pair?” said Jack.

“Actually yes” said Adam “but only fairly recently. We have known each other for some time.”

“And he was willing that you should spend the night with me?” said Jack.

“Peter said you were special and anyway we need the money. You know how it is with students. I am doing building construction and Peter is doing building administration. We have planned to start our own business”

“Good plan” said Jack.

“Now hear here” said Jack. “You cannot go home. It’s not safe”

“But I have nowhere else to go” replied Adam

“Look, I have a place you can stay just on the beachfront”. It was his safe house.

“I cannot afford it” said Adam.

“Don’t worry about that” said Jack. “Its free of charge for now. I will find some way you can pay me back.

Adam blushed.

They finished breakfast and took the taxi round to the hospital.  Dave had been replaced by another guy. Jack and him shook hands. They spoke for a few minutes.

Peter gave the nursing staff Peters clothes. Peter was fully situated and there was nothing to be done.

“Let’s go” said Jack to Adam.

“Where” said Adam

“My place” said Jack.

Once more they hopped into a taxi and asked it to stop in the middle of town. Jack and Adam walked the last 400m to the flat.

“Just being careful,” said Jack.

They went in and Jack said “home sweet home”

 

It was a fully furnished but rather spartan two bedroom flat with a view of the water. It would cost a fortune to rent but Jack kept it empty for himself. 

Jack once again wondered why he was helping these boys. Was he going soft on them?.

Jack showed Adam around and pointed to the second bedroom where he could dump his bag.

Jack looked at Adam to make him concentrate

“It is very important you do not go out nor look over the balcony. Stay indoors. Anything you need I will fetch. Is that clear?”

“Yes,” said Adam. He was beginning to realise the danger he was in.

I will go out now and fetch a load of food for the next few days. Be back in  30 minutes. Don’t tell any of your friends where you are. Just get stuck into some studying or watch some TV”

Jack walked towards the door “I mean it” said Jack.

8 hours later Jack got a phone call. 

“Peter is awake, we can go and see him.”

They walked the 400m to the taxi rank and were soon at the hospital. Adam almost ran to Peter and took his hand gently.

“Did it go well last night” said Peter grinning

“Er yes” said Adam

“What do you mean? Did you get fucked or not?” said Peter

“Not” said Adam

Jack finished talking with the nurse and came over to see Peter

“I am sorry jack. I had hoped you would like Adam”

“Oh I do like him” said Jack but last night was not the right time.

“I understand,” said Peter “I hope the right time comes soon.  I have told him a little about you and it turns us both on”

“Naughty boy” said Jack “Just get better, you won’t be doing any of that for a while to come”

After an hour Jack and Adam left. Peter needed to sleep. They went back to the flat. Jack needed to plan for 10 murders as soon as possible.

At the flat Jack showed Adam the pictures of the three in Portsmouth. “

Is that them?” he asked.

“Yes” said Adam

“They are Albanian. Nasty characters. But I am making sure they will not hurt you again or others this town”

“What are you going to do?” asked Adam

“Never you mind” said Jack. “the less you know the better. Get your head down in some of those books”

“Yes Daddy” replied Adam cheekily.

The three men were renting a remote property out of town. It seemed these types liked their privacy but it made it much easier for him to dispose of their bodies. Their record showed some time in the army but they were ordinary infantry  who were thrown out for bad conduct. Now they were giving the people of Brighton trouble.   He thought “bloody EU, thanks for nothing”

He found maps of the area. He noted public cameras but routes and places of work.  He kept watch over the place for three days and whilst the men were out planned cameras.  They generally came back before 9pm and got drunk or did drugs. On the fourth night he hiked the three miles over the hills to the back of the property. He heard the TV raging and he entered the house with ease. The camera showed them drinking beer and watching football. He burst into the room and quickly put a bullet into each of them before they could stand up. They were dead almost immediately and there was very little loss of blood.

Jack bundled them in their own car and drove without light 3 miles away on back roads to the forest. Here he spent 90 minutes digging a large hole. He carefully recreated the same topsoil appearance covered with undergrowth. He had used gloves at all times so his DNA was not at the scene. Even if they were discovered some time in the  future the police would not care about finding the killer. They would simply assume a gang war.

He drove the car back and then set off in the other direction on foot to his cycle and then  the edge of Brighton. No camera ever spotted him.

He arrived back at 3pm and dumped into bed.

Adam was awake and came into Jacks bedroom 

“Can I get in beside you?”

Jack simply lited the bedside clothes and Adam got in

Jack kissed the boy on the lips and said “Problem over”

“Sleep now,” said Jack.

At 8am they both woke and were horny.

Adam had his arm over Jack and was hugging him. Jack was stroking his hair.

“Do want me?” said Adam

Now Jack was no saint. He had just killed three men and he heeded to release the tension. 

“Yes,” said Jack. “You are so sexy and pretty”

With that Adam moved his hand to Jack’s cock which was already rock hard.

WIthin a few seconds Adam went down on Jack. Jack  did not want to cum this way. Jack flipped Adam over to his stomach. Jack put a cushion under the boy’s stomach and parted the boy’s cheeks. He moved his tongue to explore the boy’s anus. The boy was moaning in pleasure . He was really enjoying it.  A few minutes Adam said

“Fuck me please Daddy”

Jack got the lube out of the bedside draw and rubbed it over the waiting hole.

Jack put his huge cock at the entrance

“Please be a little gentle” said Adam “It will be better for both of us that way”

Jack pushed gently until the head went in 1 cm, He stopped for a second to let the boy adjust to the large object now inside him. Jack pushed in further and he could hear the boy gasping for air. Jack stopped once more.

After a minute the boy pushed back and Jack knew it was ok to push forward. He implailed the boy all the way. His 16cm long cock was fully in this pretty boy’s hole.

“Thankyou Daddy …..”

Jack began to move in and out in a gentle rhythm. The boy’s breathing was also getting heavy. Jack wanted this to last more than just a few minutes.

He turned  the boy on his back and got his legs in the air. Once more Jack pushed in and the boy’s eyes nearly popped out. Jack pushed the boy’s legs further until they were on the bed beside his ears., The boy was totally pinned down by the strength of Jack.

He was a little afraid of what was to come. Jack saw this and said “don’t worry little one, you are going to like this”

Jack held him tight and moved in and out, Each time it felt like a ship was entering and leaving his arse. His prostate was at maximum pressure. The boy’s breathing was getting faster and Jack knew the signs of an ejaculation. An ejaculation without touching the penis was rare and only achieved by highly sexed young people. Obviously Adam was one of these.

Both Jack and Adam could last no more than a minute longer. Jack’s cock grew longer and thicker. 

“Come for me” said Jack to his lover

With that both of them shot their load. Jack came deeply into Adam and Adam shot all over his stomach and over Jack.

Jack held still and a minute later released Adam’s legs. Both of them lay exhausted on the bed but Adam rolled over and hugged Jack. 

“Thanks Daddy. I hope that was what you needed”

Jack kissed him on the lips and said “it was great and you are hot”

They stayed like that for 15 minutes but eventually Jake said “A shower I think and then breakfast”

They got in the shower together and Jake washed the boy all over.

“Why was he being so loving? ” thought Jack. This was not like him. However he did enjoy spending this time with the boy. There was something more than just sex. He genually  liked the boy and not just as a fuck hole. In fact thinking about it he liked both Peter and Adam.  They could have been brothers in many ways.

Over breakfast Adam got the courage to ask

“What happened last night.. You were home very late and said problem solved?”

“Its better you don’t know” said Jack “But you won’t be hearing from those men again”

Adam knew better not to ask further. Adam had seen the scars on Jack’s body and knew this man was not to argue with.

Two weeks went by. Jack was away for a couple of days at a time and came back quite agitated. Each time Adam and Jack had sex. Jack was very dominant but never hurt Adam. Adam was trying to get Jack to be more trusting. It was obvious Jack did not want to get fucked in any way. Additionally Jack would not allow his cock to be sucked although he would happily such Adam and swallow it all.

Adam could not know it but in his war years Jack was afraid his cock would be bitten off if he put  it into a place of danger.

A week  later Jack had been away for two nights and came back at 5am and dumped into bed. He did not want sex.

During the morning the radio went on about a gang murder in Portsmouth. Adam was not silly. He could put two and two together. 

“That was you, wasn’t it?”

Jack just smiled and said “the least you know the better”

It was Saturday. Jack said  “ring your friends and go and play some of the beach volley.” 

“You can join in” said Adam.

“Na -. An older man playing with a group of young blondes. That would look weird. I will just come and watch.”

“No more danger then?”

“No” said Jack.

During the morning Jack and Adam went round to the hospital. After the first set of killings Jack had called off the guards and paid them a handsome fee. Peter was doing well and was due out the same day. They arranged for Jack to take him down to the beach to watch the volleyball match.

At 4pm Jack and Peter sat at the table in the caffe and watched the youngsters play.  

Peter said “have you been having a good time with Adam?”

“He is great . but don’t worry I am not trying to break you two up.”

“Thanks,” said Peter, “Maybe we can find you another guy?”

Jack just smiled back.

6pm came and Jack and Peter hobbled back to the flat.. Adam turned up and was followed by one of the other guys named “Glen”.   Glen was a little older at 25. He was a farmer and still lived with his sick mother on a farm which he looked after.  He had no boyfriend.

Jack turned round to Peter and said “have you set me up?”

“Actually no but it is not a bad idea. Glen needs somebody to look after him and he likes a good fuck now and again”

Jack laughed.

Peter settled into the chair whilst Adam and Glen prepared some enormous steaks. It was a homecoming party. They refused to let Jack help with anything. 

“Just like having my own little family” he thought. He liked the idea.

They ate and drank like nothing else. Peter was at last out of hospital.

Peter was tired and fell asleep. Jack carried him into the bedroom and Adam went to lie down beside him to look after him.

That left Jack and Glen alone.  They talked long into the night. Jack asked lots of questions but Jack told almost nothing of himself. It was still difficult to trust.

They sat on the same couch and somehow their hands met. Within a few seconds their lips met and Jack was invading Glen’s mouth with his tongue. 

“Gently” said Glen.

Glen went to undo Jacks shorts but Jack stopped him,

“Trust” said Glen

Jack’s resolve was weakened by this sexy boy and the beer. He let Glen open his shorts and the massive cock sprung out.  Glen went down on him and gently took the cock fully in his mouth. Jack could easily cum there and then but he wanted this boy’s arse.

Glen had other ideas.

“Another night” Jack. Tonight I want you. 

Glen moved back to the big cock and two minutes later he shot the load right  up in Glen’s willing mouth, This was the first time he ever let a guy blow him and the first time he had ever cum in a guy’s mouth. He sat back in the deepest pleasure. Glen swallowed the load and moved back to kiss Jack on the  lips. 

“Now Jack, I have to get up early and get the farm going. Here is my mobile number. I hope to see you another time”

Within two minutes Glen was out of the door.  He kissed Jack on the lips and said “thanks for this evening”

The next morning Jake was up and running when Adam and Peter appeared from the bedroom.

“Well how did it go?” said Peter  “Where is Glen?”

“He did not stay the night” said Jake.

“But you did do it?” asked Adam

“No” came the reply. 

Adam asked no further.

After breakfast Jake began to gather some things and said he had some things to take care of. He would come back later with some more groceries and check on them.

Jake looked at the two boys.

“Peter you need rest. It’s summer holiday and your college starts again in  few weeks time.  Give yourself the chance to get better. “

Both Peter and Adam walked over to Jake and gave him a big hug. 

“Thanks for everything” they said. “We love you” said Adam

Nobody had ever said that to Jake and tears began to run down his cheeks.

“I do believe we have touched his heart” said Peter and they held tighter onto Jake.

A couple of minutes later Jake was out the door.

Why was he doing all this he thought. He did not owe them anything. He could pick up any little rentboy anywhere. But he realised he was very fond of these two. He was never going to have any sons and he liked the thought of these two proxy sons.

Jake was indeed back by 6pm with a load of food.   He had a cup of tea and chatted a little about Peter’s injuries and how he had to get rest.

At 7pm he got up and said “I will be on my way then”

“Are you not staying?” asked Adam

“No, I think it’s best I give you two some space and anyway I have things to do”

“Be careful,” said Adam.  He knew what sort of things Jake got up to.

Jake nodded and was out the door.

Jake came back every day for the first week. He stayed for a cup of tea and left within the hour. The second week he came every other day but rang both Peter and Adam on the days he did not visit.

On the Friday Jake felt the tension in the two boys. 

“What’s up?” said Jake

Peter had the courage to answer.

“Well we were wondering how this going to work out. I mean we obviously cannot afford this flat and it does not seem like you want to sleep with us anymore. Should we find another flat or a job?”

Jake looked over to them lovingly and took them both by one hand over the top of the small  table.

“Adam Peter. It’s not that I don’t want to sleep with you anymore. It’s just I don’t want to get in between what I see as a beautiful relationships you two have”

“But we want to have sex with you” said Adam

Peter added “and you had sex with Adam for all the time I was in hospital so you owe me a lot of catching up”

They all laughed.

Jake said “Well let’s talk about that later and definitely when Peter is fully better.”

“But” said Jake “You can stay here rent free for now. I don’t need the money and to be truthful I like coming to see you. I feel as though I am doing some good for the first time in my life.”

“We really  have touched his heart” said Adam

“Look boys” said Jake “I have to go away for a few days, maybe a week. I may be out of reach but I will try and ring when I can”

Jake handed them an envelope stuffed with cash. 

“That’s for your food and other things. Just promise me you wont blow it all on silly things. And one more thing – no more escorting. I have other plans for you”

“Yes Daddy” said Adam with a smile

Peter looked over at Adam and repeated “yes Daddy”

Jake continued “If you really get into any problem then ring this number. It is my lawyer. He has been instructed to help you”

Jake got up to leave and two boys hugged him tight

“We love you” said Peter

Jake left with a tear in his eye. This latest job was more dangerous. He had to go up against at least 6 more professional drugs dealers in Blackpool. They were ex soldiers so he had to be careful.

The very next day both Adam and Peter got an email from their college. 

“We acknowledge receipt of payment for your years university of 9K”

“This must be Jake” said Adam

Peter nodded “could not be anybody else. Maybe he does not expect to come back?”

Jake arrived at the rundown address by bicycle to avoid suspicion. He rode by only twice. The men left the building at 10am and he used the chance to lay some bugs. He wanted to learn their routine.   He found out that they spent their time at a warehouse from where they distributed the drugs. He could not take 6 professional killers so he had to take them one at a time. The best way would be as they entered the warehouse one by one in the morning.

On the fifth morning he was in place by 7am. They lived in three different flats and arrived by three cars at slightly different times normally. He hoped he had a couple of minutes to deal with each car of maximum two as they arrived. He chose to use a rifle at a range of 20m to ensure he would be accurate and deadly.

The first car arrived. The men entered the main door and stepped in within three seconds he put a bullet in their heads. Jake rushed over to conceal the bodies before the next car arrived.

The next car arrived within 60 seconds and he put a bullet in each  man’s head.

The last car arrived and men did not get out. They suspected something was wrong. One man went to the front of the building and one to the back. Jake was put on top alert. He moved his position to have his back to a wall and able to see both doors. The first man entered the door and he got a shot in the shoulder. The second man lunged at him. Jack fired and missed. The man put a knife into Jacks’ left shoulder just as Jake put a knife deep into his stomach. Quickly Jake went over to the other man and slit his throat. Blood was everywhere.

Now he had to get out of there without fainting. The blade had not hit any organs but he knew he needed treatment. He had to make it to an Army hospital.  The job was done “Execution with extreme brutality”

It would look like a warning to the drug dealers in the country. Just as the government wanted and no messy court cases. The police closed the case within a few weeks.

During the fours days Jake had not dared to ring the boys. He did not want his phone to be traced to the locality. He wanted to call them but he needed his wound treated first.

Only one day later  when he had calmed down a little but he texted Peter and Adam. 

“Am ok – back in a couple of days”

The boys had been getting worried. Adam had told Peter of his suspicions that Jake was a killer.

“Do you mean we have been getting fucked by Rambo?`” said Peter

“Something like that” said Adam

Three days later Jake arrived back at the flat. The boys were ecstatic to see him and held him closely and asked about the sling over his shoulder.

“Have you been to Blackpool?” asked Adam

“Yes” said Jake 

The boys felt silent for a few seconds in fright at the abilities of the man in front of them.

Peter took Jake by his good arm and told him to sit down. He could fetch some tea and a few chocolate biscuits.

Jake said nothing of his last job.

“We were getting worried” said Peter “we nearly called that number”

Jake smiled at them and looked serious

“Boys – it’s time for a change” said Jake

Peter butted in “Was it you who paid for our university fees?”

“Yes” said Jake

Peter and Jake listened intently whilst they were in tears.

“Well as you know I own this building. Actually I own quite a few. I don’t need the money from my line of work. I am getting a little old and slow anyway – so I am going to quit.”

“Boys – I would like to help you, as you know I have paid you education fees for next year. You can live here and I will give you some living expenses. Honestly I won’t even see the dip in my account and I would be happy to help two lovely lads like yourselves. I have begun to think of you as my boys, my children.

“Why us?” said Peter

“It’s difficult to say” said Jake “I just feel you two are good for each other and for me. You have made me human. I like the feeling.

Peter and Adam held Jake for more than a few minutes.

Adam and Peter held hands and looked at Jake. 

Adam said “We have been talking. We like to have sex with you. We like having a dominant Daddy in our lives and we want to have sex with you whenever you like. It will be ok as long as we are both present at the same time.   Peter wants to get fucked first since we have a few to catch up on”

“That not really necessary boys but if you insist how can I refuse you”

They all burst out in laughter.

Jake looked up again “There is one job I want you to take on. You are both something to do with buildings. I am not sure the building administrator is pulling a fast one on me. The admin fees and repairs look a bit pricey so I need you to look at the buildings themselves and expenses involved.  That is my fee for you living here. I will also pay you each 1000 per month.  Just promise me never to do escorting or waiting on tables again!”

“Yes Daddy” they both said

Jake was sitting on the sofa and Peter and Adam were on either side.  Peter reached over and kissed Jake on the lips.  

“Is that ok” said Peter

Without waiting for an answer Peter kissed him again.

At the same time Jake could feel his zipper being undone. Within a few seconds Adam had got his dick out and was sucking on it. Jake was hard in no time. Adam moved off and Peter quickly removed his shorts and sat on the big cock.  Jake had no time to say no even if he wanted to. At the same time Jake was tugging on Peter’s cock.

Adam stuck his cock in Jake’s mouth and Peter rode up and down on Jake’s cock.  Jake was tense and he came within a couple of minutes. Adam came in Jake’s mouth at the same time and Peter came in Jake’s hand.

“Well that’s quite a homecoming” said Jake

Peter said “yes and we want lots more”

An hour later Jake was getting ready to go.

“Where are you going?” said Peter

“I have a ranch up the back of Brighton and I have some things to get on with.”

“Are we going to see it soon?” said Peter

“Yes “ said Jake

With that he left. He rang them every day but they did not see him for a week.

Friday morning he rang them “Can you come to my place tomorrow?”

“Sure” they said

“I will send a taxi at 6pm”

With that he rang off. The boys looked at each other a little surprised. 

“Short and sweet,” said Adam. “I wonder if this is work or play?”

At 6pm the following day the taxi arrived and the boys got in.

It wound its way up the slopes of the hill behind Brighton. The taxi driver rang the buzzer on the gates and they opened. The taxi wound its way over a kilometre to the range type house.

Jake met them as they left the car with a large hug to them both. The car left.

“In you go” he said

He did not show them the whole house but they could see its extent. They went  to the veranda. The boys could see a hot jacuzzi and in it was lying no less than Glen.

“You have been busy,” laughed Peter.

“Like I said some things its better you don’t know” said Jake.

Jake continued “And boys this is a sex party. Anything goes”

“Anything” said Peter

“Yes anything” said Jake

“Then I want to be the first to fuck your arse” said Peter

“Sorry” said Glen “I have already been there”

They all cracked up laughing.

The boys quickly got their clothes off and got into the tub. Jake has a glass of champagne ready for them.  After a few minutes Glen and Jake faced the two boys. They had something planned. Jakes took Peter by the hips and lifted him to the edge of the tub. Glen did the same to Adam.

At the same time both boys found their cocks engulfed by the older men. They were careful not to make the boys cum.

After a couple of minutes Jakes said “bedroom”

They got out without drying themselves. Jake said “on you stomach”

Both boys lie face down and held hands expecting the worst and the best. Jake and Glen mounted them from behind and proceed to put a cushion under their stomachs and feed greedily with their tounges on the boys anuses. For a full 10 minutes the men’s tongues probed the pink willing holes. Jake reached over the bedside and took the waiting lube. Plenty of lube was spread over the pink round entrances and Jakes and Glen placed their cocks at the entrance.  At the same time each man pushed forward just a cm and stopped. Both  boys gasped with first pain and then pleasure. 30 seconds later each boy had the full length of cock deeply inside them  Jack and Glen were not gentle nor were they brutal. Ten minutes later they pulled out not wanting to come yet.

“Our turn” said Peter

Jake knew what was coming.

Jake found himself on all fours. Peter’s cock was in his arse,  Glen was sucking Jakes cock and Adam was fucking Jakes mouth.   Jake for the first time really gave his trust to his family.

A further 10 minutes passed  as the groaning got louder.  From then within a minute they all came together in a huge 4 way mountain of cum.

“It’s good to keep it in the family“said Glen

They got into the shower and then went down to make some really good steaks and watch some football. 

Needless to say only a couple of hours later they were at it again.

This time Jake wanted to get back in charge. The boys were put on their backs and Jake and Glen had pinned to the boys legs over their heads and were burying the full length of the cocks deeply into the boys backsides. The boys were close enough to be able to kiss at the same time. The boys knew they were going to be pinned and did not try to move. They trusted their Daddies. Jack and Glen pushed in at the same time and each time the boys’ mouths opened like goldfish as though the cocks were being pushed up the arse and up into their mouths.  The boys loved every single thrust. Jack counted down 10,9 8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1.

Jack and Glen came with a tremendous explosion of cum simultaneously.

Peter kissed Adam and said “I think they have cum. Now it’s our turn”

The boys got up and sat on the men’s chests. They put their cocks straight into the mens mouths and fucked. Peter also made his countdown and the boys came at the same time. The men swallowed the cum as nectar. They loved every second.

A year later saw a very special ceremony. Jake and Glen got married and Jake officially adopted Peter and Adam. Peter and Adam bought Jake and Glen the book of gay Karma Sutra. 

“Just to keep it interesting” said Peter and “I do like position 214”.

Jake quickly turned to 214. It was of a boy upside down in a sling being fucked and spanked.

Jake gave him a little smack on the backside.   “Harder Daddy” said Peter

“You are a little nymph” said Jake

“Yes I know” said Peter “but I know you like it”

Peter and Adam graduated from college and took over the administration of the properties. Glen’s mother had died and he sold his farm. Jack and Glen ran an outdoor training school and led the outdoor life.

They always reserved Friday evening as “party night”

“Don’t you have to?” Jack called my way.

He was pissing on my side of the truck, three meters from my window. I didn’t have to, I’d already said that, but when I heard his jet of piss splattering on a stone, it suddenly became different. I came down from the co-driver’s seat, pulled out my dick, and passed quite some water.

“That’s better,” Jack said, “once we’re on the main road, it will be hard to stop.”

I looked at him and saw how he had finished pissing but was still shaking off his dick. It took him a long time.

“Hey, are you having fun?”

By all that shaking, his dick was swollen to a hard pole. Jack had a rather short but thick thing, which he was now jerking without a trace of shame. He stood with his legs apart, his strong torso in a challenging posture.

“Look at yourself man,” he shouted, grinning.

He was right, my dick had also hardened, due to this situation. As a matter of course we stepped towards each other.

Although I had been in his truck for three days now, we had not done anything like that. We had not yet had an overnight stay. I had noticed how he had looked approvingly at my tight body, and I too peeped with admiration at his strong upper body and mighty hairy legs. In this summerly weather we wore only shorts and a single shirt, so there was something to see.

Before we knew it, our dicks were bumping into each other, pecking at each other. Mine is longer but less thick, and at least as hard as his. We had each other by the upper arms and measured our strength. Okay, he was stronger, but I didn’t give up. In the meantime we ate each other’s mouth, rubbing our stubbled faces over each other. That was not kissing, that was fighting, biting; goddam we were both horny and all the time our poles were grinding against each other. He planted a leg between my legs and started to push, with his arms as well. He wanted to force me down, I could easily guess what for, but I didn’t want it like that.

‘You wanna fight, guv?’

I brought an arm backwards and placed a heavy punch on his chest. Of course he did not take that. For a moment we stood apart, shoved our dicks back into the shorts. He took a wrestling stance, I myself am more into free fighting and am better with my fists. I rushed towards him and started giving hard knocks, faster and harder than he had expected apparently, he seemed more of a wrestler type anyway. That soon became very clear: he did hit back, but when he got into trouble he resorted to a clinch and tried to throw me on to the ground, which he indeed managed to do. In the grass we rolled over each other like wild beasts, I once had him between my legs but could not hold him, I could punch his jaw, but not very forcefully from that position, pushed his head backwards, but he managed to turn me away and finally he had me by my balls.

 

After our piss, it was clear why we were fighting: the winner would fuck the loser and although I fought like a lion, I was the loser. In wrestling I was no match for him, and at one point he was lying on me with his full weight and had my arm in a painful bar. He could break it or dislocate if he wanted that, but he didn’t want to, he just wanted to make me feel his strength and indulge his horny lust on me, while he was riding on me with his hard pole.

“Well, what did you have, kid? Isn’t it obvious who is the strongest here?”

I still resisted, but it made no sense; I would only break my arm if I went on like this. With a grinning and incredibly horny face he lay on me.

“Legs wide apart, boy, I’m gonna fuck you senseless!”

“OK, you win; make me feel me what you are able to!”

He stripped off my shorts and his own as well, put my feet over his shoulders and started ramming my ass open with that fat thing. I got the fuck of my life; goddam: could that man bang! It hurt like hell in the beginning, but of course I gave no sound and soon I didn’t want anything else. He cursed, and spit and punched me wherever he could hit me. It didn’t take long before he unleashed all his fucking power with a shout that must have been heard in the next village. At least four more spurts followed, then he sank down over my body, sweating and happy.

My dick hadn’t stayed hard; it never does when I am the underdog. But when Jack snuggled up to me with his sweaty strong body and took my dick into his mouth, it soon regained its strength. He sucked bloody well and in a few secs I became really hot again and rammed my dick forcefully into his throat. He swallowed eagerly and licked my dick clean afterwards. Then we lay against each other for a while, groping and kneading each other’s muscles, but this time without fighting anymore.

I hope that he takes me on a night trip once and that I can ride him in his hard ass.

Part 1

Meeting

I’ve played in the gay pool off and on most of my life. But being sort of a twink myself, I found myself with similar guys. Not all that exciting. Like most guys, I surf all the different porn sites. I always find myself ending up in some kind of bondage place. I guess I see myself as the one being bound and used. I’ve tried some self bondage too. Someday I’ll figure myself out. I’ve never been sure who I am. It’s a lonely, confusing life most of the time. Then I met Gary. 

Gary picked me out from a few other guys chatting with him on-line. He said he liked my face and wanted to get together. We met for beers and then went to his apartment. He was kissing me in the bedroom, standing face to face, naked and getting hard. His cock was in my hand. Mine in his. We were working up to getting it on. I took a chance, and it worked. 

“I feel like you are a take charge sort of guy, Gary. I’d like it if you’d take charge with me today.”

“What do you have in mind, by new friend?”

“I’d like you tie me up. You know? I watch a lot of bondage porn and I like seeing the girl’s tied up and used. Bind and gag me, then fuck me like that. Could you do that for me? I’d like to try it. I’d like to try it a lot.”

Gary stood there for a moment, thinking. Then he smiled. “I don’t have any real bondage gear. But I’ve got plenty of neck ties and some cloth tape. How would that work?”

“I think that would be perfect, as long as you call me a bitch when you do it.”

“All right, bitch. Wait here. I’ll be right back.” As he left the room, still naked and hard, he looked over his shoulder, smiling back at me. “You and I are going to be very, very good friends, by bitch!”

Part 2

Role play

Gary quickly returned to the bedroom. He is still naked and stroking his long, fat cock. As he said, he had a handful of colorful neck ties, a roll of black tape and something I was surprised to see. He handed me a long red dress to wear.

“The girls in your porn sites always wear some sort of pretty clothes, don’t they?”

I looked a the dress, then back at him. I wasn’t expecting this. I was puzzled. But I liked it. I slipped it over my head letting it flow down over my naked body. There were white puffy sleeves and a wide white sash around the waist. It looked like a teen girl’s prom dress. My hard cock was poking out, breaking the smooth flow of the dress in front. Gary approved. 

“I like watching bondage porn too. I’m going to tie you up and fuck you like a whore.”

Gary set a video camera on the dresser and turned it on. It made me very uncomfortable right away. It felt like it was right in my face. I wasn’t sure I wanted to be part of anyone’s video collection. He roughly turned me around holding my hands behind my back. A soft silky tie tightened around my wrists, then wrapped around and tied again. I was getting nervous. I glanced at the camera again. “Fuck!”

I was going to ask him to settle down and maybe start this a little more slowly. I looked silly in the long red prom dress. Maybe I asked for too much with the wrong guy. My words began to slip out of my mouth. But it was too late. I was startled by the sound of a long piece of tape being ripped off the roll. I turned to speak. To beg him to stop. But the tape was quickly stretched across my face and pulled over my lips. My eyes opened extra wide. The tape was wide, sticky and tough. He pulled it around the back of my neck where the ends over lapped sticking to each other. My lips were pressed tightly together. My cheeks pressed in. I looked  nervously at my newly found Master.

‘Ahhh, yes. That’s the look on your face I was hoping for, bitch.”

He took his time tying me up the rest of the way. He had me kneeling at the foot of the bed, arching my back to the footboard. He tied me there to the footboard by my arms and around my chest. My legs were opened and tied securely with ties wrapped around, just under my knees out to the legs of the bed. I was bent back against the foot of the bed. He took a handful of my hair, my face looking up so I would watch as he stroked his cock. 

“You’re going to get a lot more than you bargained for today, bitch!”

I was hoping he was just playing along with my request. It was too late for me to beg for mercy, or to change the rules. He held my head with one hand, and groped my chest like I was a captive schoolgirl with the other. He was working my ‘tits’ pretty hard through the fabric of the schoolgirl’s dress. I was wincing and making painful, muffled noises as he pinched and grabbed at my nipples. His ‘ready to cum’ cock was waving in the wind, right in front of my face. His pulling my hair and pinching my ‘tits’ so hard hurt a lot. I was trying to scream and beg him to stop. But all that was heard in that lonely empty bedroom was my muffled, mouth tightly gagged “Mummphhs”, and his ongoing chatting about me being his bitch.

“I’ve always wanted a girl to fuck like a bitch. But you are even better. You’ll be my bitch any time I want. You’ll come when I order you to. You won’t have a choice. You told me you want this. You crave it. And now that you’re getting it, you won’t be able to stay away. Will you, bitch?”

He was right. I slowly shook my head. He continued to grope me like a drunk prom date. My tits were really sore. He wouldn’t stop pulling at the dress and grabbing me everywhere. He was sweating and getting really excited. So was I.

Then finally, after what seemed like hours, it happened. With a groan and a laugh, he released his grip on my sore tits, pulled my head back, and grabbed his cock. He squeezed it hard and let out a loud “Oh Fuck!”

I was blinded with a raining splash of warm sticky cum. I tried to close my eyes but they were already covered. I felt another stream hit my face. Then another. I felt a long steady stream splatter on my neck and my bare chest, just above the neckline of the red dress. He was groaning and laughing with each surge. 

Gary spoke again. Happy and dominant. “Oh fuck yes! This is what I was hoping for! Take it all, you fucking bitch!”

I was trying to to turn my face away and struggling against the ties. He held my head still until he finished all his loads on me. He was breathing slower. He was done. I could see a little bit out of my cum dripping eyes. He was heading to the shower, leaving me still bound, covered with his huge wet load. 

Before he was gone into the bathroom, he looked back at me, smiling. “Now you look like a slutty bitch. Get used to this, my friend. And get ready for much, much more!. Oh, fuck yes!”

Part 3

Sucking

After Gary wiped my face clean, he removed all of the tape from my mouth. He was finishing a beer and offered me a drink. As I gulped the cold one, he leaned in close, placed his hand on my tit, squeezing it like before, kissed my cheek, and whispered in my ear. 

“I’m all ready again, bitch. You’re going to finish this beer, then you’re going to suck my cock until I cum again. And as you should know, since I just came 15 minutes ago, that is going to take a really long time.”

Gary loosened the ties and sat me up on my knees a bit more. But I was still tied back to the footboard of his bed. He produced a long, fat butt plug from the dresser. I wish I could have seen my expression then! He laughed as he dribbled some lube on it. 

“You’re going to like this. Eventually. Ha Ha!”

He took my ass cheeks and spread them wide. I let out a loud “Oh Fuck!” when he shoved it in. It was even bigger than it looked. Or it felt that way. I couldn’t believe it went in me. It was deep in my bowels. I could feel it pressing on things I’ve never felt before. The look on my face must have said it all. This was out of control. “You enjoy that? Well, I did. Ha!”

The focus was back to my position. My mouth was in the perfect place. He moved in,  pressing his crotch into my face. His cock was hanging down, but getting bigger. “Get to work, bitch!”

Somehow he managed to reach down and feel my tits while he throat fucked me. The pretty red dress was crumpled where my nipples and my tiny boy boobs were. He constantly gave me orders and instructions. I did my best. But when he thought I wasn’t giving it my all, or following his orders quickly enough, he would grab my tits harder and punish me with more hard, ruthless pinching. I sucked and licked and sucked and let him stick it in my throat. I choked and gagged on it. When I couldn’t take it down my throat well enough for him, he punished me and we tried again and again.

Sometimes he would lean down and shove the butt plug up deeper, as far as it would go. I always let out a girly squeal when he did it. So that became his favorite act when I was a bad cock sucker. 

In and out. Back and forth. Down deeper in my throat. Sucking the tip as hard as I could. He worked it. He worked me. He was so fucking hard. I couldn’t always focus on the cock sucking. The plug in my ass and his relentless groping and pinching my tits made the whole ordeal too much to bear. I fell into a daze and just kept sucking. I thought I was dreaming. Was I one of those helpless girls in the porn videos? Was I a prom date captive, tied and forced to satisfy a ruthless pervert? I fell into my role. The plug was doing some crazy things inside me. The tight ties that made me nervous were now making me feel safe and submissive. I was actually enjoying this very much. 

He was right, it took forever. But I wasn’t begging for it to be over. I wanted it to last forever. We were in a faster pace. He took my head in both his hands and blew up in my mouth. I couldn’t handle it all. I choked, drooling it all over. He laughed. Then pulled his cock back and shot in my face again. He must like that. I was instructed to continue to suck it all out. I worked and worked until he was exhausted. The feel and taste of his cock and his cum was everywhere. I swallowed and used my tongue to find more from my face. I loved it. 

From then on we met every week for more. After a few months he invited me to move in with him. He had thrown his roommate out. 

I didn’t hesitate, even though I knew my role as a real man was over. 

Did I make the right decision?

Billy

Chapter 2

Better than a pain killer

-Time for a shower, Killian. –I told my brother at about 5 that afternoon. Now I had to take his wonderful smell of sweat from his body, but I just hoped Killian didn’t want to return the favour he had been given at breakfast.

When I woke up that day, I instantly saw I was buck naked sleeping in the same bed as my also naked brother. But first I told him I’d make breakfast and in a short while I’d be with him.

I brought coffee and cakes on a tray that I put on his bed and asked him how he was.

-Maybe I’m improving, Edward, but it still hurts. I think I won’t be able to walk today either or if I try, I might fall.

-Then do not try –I told him as I grabbed his hard dick again and started a new masturbation, but as I was doing, I tried to imagine the stress Killian could be feeling, unable to walk and dependent on me for basic things such as preparing breakfast. So wanting to completely relieve his stress, not thinking twice, I took his hard dick into my mouth.

-May this blowjob be an analgesic, Killian. Take your mind off any problems. You’re my brother and I love you and that’s why what I’d never do with any other boy, I’d do with you now, cause I’m a paramedic and I’d do anything in my hands, or in my mouth –I laughed- to make you forget stress.

-Oh thanks, Edward. What a wonderful brother I have. No doubt this blowjob is better than a painkiller. It’s wonderful to have a strain if this way you can get to know the best of such a sexy paramedic as you. Please don’t stop now.

-I won’t stop, Killian. You have to spend a couple of days doing nothing. And instead of reading something for you, I could repeat and give you more blowjobs. You say I’m a sexy paramedic but the best this paramedic has is having a brother who’s getting an incestuous blowjob and does not protest.

-I’ve never had such a wonderful blowjob, but are you enjoying, Edward?

-I don’t know how you must taste when you take a shower and are not sweaty but the way you taste right now is heaven for my taste buds.

And just then a first torrent of semen filled my mouth as he apologized telling me he hadn’t had the time to warn me.

-Good –I smiled at him-, but don’t worry for cumming. A blowjob would be meaningless if the sucker doesn’t make you cum.

-Thanks again, Edward.

At one that day, he told me he needed to take a dump and I told him of course, Killian, you cannot do it, don’t blush.

-I cannot walk, Edward, but I can do the rest. I mean I just need you to take me to the bathroom. I can shit, wipe my ass and later flush. The bathtub is so close that I can lean on the edge as I flush. Only later I’ll call you so that you take me back to our room, that’s all.

And he actually did all that himself. Good, all I had to do is taking him back from the bathroom to his bedroom.

And finally it was five o’clock and I told him

-Time for a shower, Killian.

Both our dicks seemed to have reached the hardest then, at least I’d never seen my dick so hard, when we both jumped into the bathtub.

I was about to cum just affectionately rubbing the sponge on my brother’s perfect body. And I came unexpectedly when I was sponging his cock. He simply smiled at me and told me he liked seeing me cum. Now I know he had a secret resolve and it was what I feared, but first he needed to be totally clean and once he saw I had finished, he simply took my dick in his mouth. Now he was gonna return the favour, oh my God! That’s what I feared.

-Stop, Killian, please. You have no need. You’re the one in pain. I only wanted you to relax but since I’m not wounded, I needn’t be done this.

-I feel no pain with the paramedic. Now you’ll feel no pain with the paramedic’s brother. It’s true that you’re feeling no physical pain, but you can be feeling psychological pain thinking the brother you’re curing is shocked for what you’ve done and I also wanted to try –all that time of conversation his magnificent tongue did not stop. He seemed to have done that a thousand times before-. I was also curious and let me add now that I am sucking your cock, Edward, that this is the hottest thing I’ve ever done –and he started to jack off just then-: sex with such a sexy open-minded brother. Don’t ache for me for if I get your permission, this won’t be the only blowjob I’ll give you.

-Take your mouth of my dick, Killian.

-Of course I won’t –he told me when I was already unleashing an ocean of aroused semen into his mouth.

-Ok, Killian, thanks, your blowjob’s been perfect. Now let’s get out of the tub and have dinner.

Once we were dining I started asking him questions.

-Killian, are you gay? Cause if you are, you can tell me.

-No, I’m not Edward. It’s just that you make me really horny. You naturally started jacking me off and this morning you surprised me giving me a blowjob, so I was just in the mood of returning you the pleasure, only that, but I was gratefully surprised at the hot taste of your dick and I think I’m now addicted to it, but only yours. I mean I can’t imagine myself doing it to other boys.

-Something similar happens to me. First it was the discovery of how good your sweaty hair tasted, and later well… I only wanted you to relax and that’s why I jacked you off. This morning I just put myself in your shoes and intuited the psychological pain you could be feeling for not being able to do things by yourself, and knowing how good your hair tastes, I wanted to discover more of your tastes and I think it was a natural instinct that led me to blowing you.

-So do you repent now of what you did, Edward?

-I don’t. It was just helping my brother and being my brother, it was just a funny game that we were playing, that simple.

-Will you also sleep naked with me tonight?

-I will, Killian.

-Then, let’s keep on playing. Oh, I know it is incest but my brother’s sexy enough to keep on having some sex with.

-Ok, if that’s what you think, just something natural and funny, we can repeat tonight.

-Good.

And though we were not jacking each other off, my hard dick spontaneously came then. My brother had seen me and congratulated me. We soon finished dinner and went to bed to spend a second night naked together.

We were both Black Americans but you couldn’t tell unless we spoke. I was from New Orleans but I had some Creole in my family tree, hence my muted African features, curly raven hair and olive complexion. Quite a few Arabs in Paris had mistaken me for one of their own. Teddy, on the other hand, was from Raleigh. He had very little slave-master in his genes, as evidenced by his strong African features and very dark complexion. One would have thought he was from the Motherland, and a few Senegalese guys had indeed made that error.

We were in a gay bar in Paris, my Teddy and I. We had decided to spend a week in the city of lights and love as part of our Eurotrip, to celebrate our second anniversary. London had been nice. Madrid had been wonderful, but we were sorely disappointed in the French capital. It was not the magical place it was all cracked up to be, and Parisians were rather rude, in my opinion.

At least the bar was nice. The music played in the background. There were no chairs at the small round tables, standing room only, save at the bar itself. I supposed they wanted guys buying drinks rather than sitting around chatting and not contributing to the coffers. That strategy seemed to be a failure, considering the buzz of multiple conversations overlaying the soft music.

Perhaps one of the better events on our Parisian stay had been the hot Swedish guy we’d hooked up with the night before. He was a tall lanky blonde but he’d been flexible and eager to be turned upside down and damned near inside out by two hot black studs. We had woken up with him snoozing between us, and we had fucked him again. The sound of flesh-on-flesh action had filled our hotel room, and he had let loose a screech when we sank him onto our cocks in DP.

The hotel clerk; a cute young Moroccan, who’d been on night duty, had smirked and nodded knowingly as we ushered our overnight guest onto the dawn-lit gray Paris streets. I had wondered aloud to Teddy, as we walked to a cafe for breakfast, whether whatshisname would be interested in some fun.

“His name is Youssef,” Teddy had corrected me.

He’d always been better at recalling names. I tended to remember dicks and asses much better, and had the ability to accurately name gay porn stars just by seeing pictures of their privates. I was a sex-obsessed fag in his thirties but that was why Teddy loved me, I supposed. Not that he was much better. We were an adventurous duo, both in and out of the bedroom.

“Hey,” Teddy said, bringing me out of my reverie of that morning’s events.

“Wassup?”

“Four o’ clock,” he said with a smile.

I knew what that meant. I turned and saw a cute guy. He nodded our way and we returned the gesture. Teddy beckoned him over. I licked my lips, and my cock stirred, swelling and stiffening, and I exchanged lascivious glances with Teddy.

The young guy was clearly French and native Parisian by his accent. He was not quite olive-skinned but not pale either. His eyes were brown and his hair was almost black. He was fit and athletic, though not as muscular as either Teddy or I. His name was Jean-Luc; so very French.

“How are you handsome gentlemen doing tonight?” he asked in English, once he discovered that we were American.

“Quite well thank you. And you?” I replied.

“Horny, of course,” he chimed with a wicked grin.

“That’s great. We’re always horny,” Teddy said, and groped that familiar big bulge in his jeans. Jean took notice and licked his lips.

“Go on. You can touch it,” Teddy invited. I’d never seen any man refuse, and Jean was no exception. His expression was almost euphoric as his eyes bulged. He groped my man’s cock with gusto, running his palm along the outline of that thick organ as it snaked down Teddy’s thigh.

“Putain!” he gasped, then a smile curled his lips as he looked at Teddy, who had his eyes closed, and a soft moan escaped his lips.

“And you?” Jean asked. I stepped forward and he gripped the outline of my cock. I was not as hung as Teddy, seven inches to his nine, but Jean purred sweetly nonetheless.

“Two big black cocks for me tonight,” he sang. “And do you also take cock?”

“Depends,” I said, and gripped his bulge. Jean had a nice cock, a close match with mine. “We’ll see how it plays out but first, we’re going to fuck the hell out of you.”

“That’s just what I want,” he purred then kissed me. His lips were soft and that set my cock to throbbing in his palm. Teddy joined in and soon we were all sucking face together, the two of us exploring Jean’s hard toned body with our hands under his shirt and groping his firm round ass.

“Let’s go back to the hotel,” Teddy said.

Once again, Youssef gave us a knowing smirk as we walked Jean-Luc past his desk. We got a certain way up the stairs and the action started as we paused and I pulled Jean into a kiss. We swapped spit and Teddy came up behind him, grinding against his ass. I turned Jean around and he moaned as he sucked face with Teddy. His ass looked so amazing in jeans but I wanted them in the flesh.

I yanked them down, exposing his pale ass-cheeks. I groaned, my cock raging hard as I sank to my knees, parted those white cakes and got me a taste. His ass tasted fresh. I shoved my tongue deeper, and groped those firm buns. I grabbed his waist and pulled him back on my face, spearing him on my tongue.

“Ah, putain! Oui! Get your tongue deep in my ass!” he hissed, between kisses with Teddy. I sucked more voraciously, licking his entire crack then shoving my tongue back inside his hole.

“Beautiful fucking ass!” I growled, smacking his buns. “Come taste this, Teddy!”

“Already there,” Teddy said, taking my place and hungrily burying his dark face between Jean’s pale buns. I kissed Jean, sucking on his tongue while I freed my hard cock. I guided him down to it and he eagerly sucked.

“Fuck yes! Oh fuck!” I breathed, clinging to the rail as my legs trembled and my eyes rolled back. Jean really knew how to suck dick, and it was obvious he enjoyed my cock, slurping and slobbering as he was. He got my cock dripping wet then moved down to suck my balls.

“Oh shit! Fuck!”

“He’s good, huh?” Teddy asked.

“Damn right,” I sighed, then whipped my head around as we heard a door open. We pulled our pants up and headed to the room.

Safely inside, we stripped naked. Jean-Luc was even more handsome in the buff and I immediately latched onto his swollen pink nipples, suckling fiercely. We pushed him to his knees. Teddy was seated on the edge of the bed and he got to work between my man’s thighs, sucking his big black dick.

“Oh shit!” Teddy cooed, leaning back, eyes closed as his cock was worshiped. I resumed feasting on Jean’s ass, after I’d grabbed the lube from the dresser. I fingered some up his tight-gripping pink channel, then anointed my raging cock.

“Ooooooh fuck yes!” I breathed, easing inch-by-inch into his hole. It gripped tight, hot and silky soft; surrounding my cock in a moist fleshy sheath as I bottomed out, my pubes against his buns and my balls pressed up to his taint. I held him by the waist and started to fuck, focused on the visual of my brown cock slithering back and forth through his widening pink channel.

“His hole feels great,” I said, locking eyes with Teddy, who wore a lustful grin. “You gotta come fuck him.”

I pulled out after a few more strokes and let Teddy have his turn. I got my cock sucked again as I watched Teddy push inside. His expression was one of sheer joy, his mouth hanging open with eyebrows raised in strong arches as he bottomed out.

“Holy fuck!” he barked, shuddering. He bit his bottom lip and started fucking, slowly in and out. “Ohmygawd! Ohmygawd, your hole. . .fuck!”

“I told you,” I chuckled, grasping the back of Jean’s head and guiding him to slob my knob even faster. Wet sucking filled my ears, along with the light tapping of flesh-on-flesh as Teddy slapped his pelvis to Jean’s firm white cakes. Jean grunted on my dick.

“Enjoying my boyfriend’s cock?”

“Mrmm hmm!” he groaned.

His vocal vibrations thrummed through my cock. I tightened my grip and Jean sucked me all the faster; sputtering, slobbering and choking each time my cock nudged into his throat. I groaned, my toes flexing as he brought me to the edge of orgasm. He backed off before I reached critical, smiling mischievously.

“You hot fuck,” I purred, and kissed him.

“I don’t wanna cum yet!” Teddy interrupted, popping his big hard cock free.

“Come on, Jean,” I said, scrambling backward to the middle of the bed. “Ride me!”

My cock jerked in anticipation. Jean lowered his cherry-pink chute over it, immobilizing it and, once again, surrounding my shaft in his fleshy anal goodness as his talented tunnel swallowed my cock to the root. Then, he started to ride.

“Oh yes! Fuck yes!” I purred, exploring Jean’s toned hard body; caressing his back and buns then pawing at his pecs and thumbing his nipples.

“Oui! Putain! Oui! So fucking good! Putain!”

He kept up a steady riding pace, making me moan in time with him. He knew what he was doing, timing the contraction of his anal ring to milk me from the base up, releasing just before he slipped his hot welcoming chute right back down around the base of my cock. I gripped the sheets. I was getting close.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Jean!” I gasped.

“I know! You want to breed me?”

Fuck yes! That sent me over the edge and I bucked against the bed, slamming my hips up between his legs as I blew my load as far as I could up his ass, and he welcomed it; his asshole flexing in time with my cock’s pulsing, drawing the cum from my balls. He truly was a talented and skilled bottom. He rose off my cock, his asshole drooling cum.

“On your back,” Teddy commanded, positioning Jean and hooking his legs over his shoulders as he pushed inside.

“Fuck yeah! So full of cum!” Teddy cooed, grinding his big cock round inside the Frenchman’s squishy innards.

“Putain! Fuck me!” Jean begged.

Teddy did just that, and he was very good at it. I knew from firsthand experience. I could watch my man fuck all day. He started slow, sawing his cock back and forth, churning each time he dug in deep and making Jean squeal. They kissed, passionately, and my cock returned to full erection. Teddy picked up the pace, making the bed rock. I got behind him and slapped my hard dick between his beautiful dark globes. I lubed my cock again, then fingered some up his chute.

“Yeah! Fuck, baby! Slide that dick in me!” Ted growled even as he continued his slow steady shafting of Jean’s guts. I kissed my cockhead to Teddy’s hole and pushed inside. He opened right up for me, as he always did, and I was nestled balls-deep.

“Oh shit! There you go,” he breathed.

“Mmm hm! Fuck him, baby! Pound that ass!” I encouraged, then moaned as Teddy fucked Jean; slamming into that welcoming pink channel then slapping his ass back on my crotch, his black chute gobbling my dick.

“Oh yeah! Oh fuck yeah!” I growled, lacing my fingers behind my head and spreading my legs for balance as I let Teddy fuck himself on my cock while he powered through a whimpering Jean; the Frenchman enjoying the impressive girth and length of Teddy’s dick. Teddy kept the hammering pace, quickly bringing himself to orgasm.

“Oh fuck! I’m cumming!” he yelled. I grabbed him by the waist and pounded the hell out of him. Teddy loved getting fucked rough while he came. I drilled his hungry tunnel until he slumped forward, popping free of my dick.

“Oh shit! Oh shit! Fuck, that was good!” he chuckled as he lay flat on top of Jean, who caressed his back and head.

“Yes it was,” Jean agreed.

Teddy slid off the bed, sank to his knees, and gobbled my cock. He was a great top but just as hungry as a bottom, and he knew how to use his mouth. Jean joined me, kissing me until Teddy got to work on his cock. I watched as Teddy swallowed all six inches of white dick. He went back and forth, humming happily as he switched from one cock to the other, leaving both me and Jean gasping, our cocks raging hard and in desperate need of release.

“I want you both to fuck me,” Teddy announced.

I was on my back, a huge grin on my face as Teddy straddled my lap and aimed my cock to his hole. He slid down on it, moaning sweetly. He smiled and kissed me, then grunted as Jean entered him from behind; his fat cock slithering inside, belly-to-belly with mine.

“Oh shit!” Teddy growled, pinned between us in DP. I held onto his waist, encouragingly, while Jean held him by the shoulders and began a slow shafting of Teddy’s hungry ass.

“Putain! Ah putain! Your ass feels so good!” Jean grunted.

I closed my eyes and savored the sensations: Teddy’s familiar silky hot chute and Jean’s slippery cockhead nudging against mine. Over and over in a steady fucking that built up pleasure. I arched my back, digging my fingers into Teddy’s thighs as I joined Jean. We developed an easy pistoning rhythm as I pushed in and he pulled back, and vice versa. We went faster. Teddy growled. I reached up and pinched his nipples then let Jean take over pawing at my man’s beefy chest and thumbing his swollen ebony tits.

“Oh fuck! Ohhh fuck! Yes! Fuck! Fuck, you’re gonna make me nut!” Teddy whimpered.

“Shoot that load, baby! Cum on me!” I demanded. Jean and I fucked faster, by instinct both of us understanding how to get Teddy off.

“Oh shit! Fuck! Auuuughh!”

Teddy was cumming, huge ropes of cum splattering over my face and chest. Then, Jean came, grunting and shuddering, and his warm spunk surrounding my cock. We paused, all three of us huffing and panting. Jean slowly pulled out. Teddy rested his ass fully on my lap and I started fucking again.

“Ooh shit, baby! Yes!” Teddy hissed. “Fuck me!”

I pumped up into him harder and faster. I clapped his ass, holding onto his waist. I closed my eyes and grit my teeth, growling as my orgasm hit.

“Auuugh! Shit!” I yelled.

“Yes, baby! Fuck!” Teddy cried, gyrating on my dick, milking the cum from my shaft. He continued riding me until I was spent. Satisfied that he’d worn me out, he leaned down and kissed me.

“Fuck! You guys are hot!” Jean chuckled.

“Thanks! Enjoyed the show?” Teddy asked with a grin.

We all got showered and Jean-Luc headed back home. It was the wee morning hours when Teddy and I finally settled into bed, cuddled up together. As I drifted off the sleep, I thought that maybe, just maybe, Parisians weren’t so bad after all.

After Eric and Ayinde spent hours in foreplay sucking each other’s cock, humping, wildly kissing and Ayinde licking, kissing and sucking on every each of blond Eric’s hairless body, Eric is desperate to take Ayinde’s awesome sexy BBC deep in his ass where cocks have been before except those cocks were not BBC’s.

After hot sexy session where Ayinde had played with Eric’s body including sucking and kissing Eric’s hot inner thighs, up and down those blond legs and feet, sucked and played with Eric’s very large low hanging balls, licking up his stomach and chest, sucking on those hard nipples of Eric, licking those under arms, sucking on his neck leaving hickey marks, and their long wild 69 sucking each other’s cock until they both shot their thick warm loads into those eager mouths, they took a short rest and had a hard drink. 

Eric Shares What Happens Next

After the short break to have a strong drink, I was over whelmed and horny like never before after sucking off that amazing BBC with the anticipation that Ayinde will give me my first BBC deep in my worn pussy that I had just tasted and took his huge thick creamy load down my throat. Man it was such an incredible experience and the cum was delicious.

I look at that gorgeous horny Ayinde who was once again diamond hard as was I and say: “OH MY GOD, Ayinde please fuck me with that huge uncut 8 inch shiny manhood and come in me, please, please, please fuck me. I have dreamed of having a big long thick Black cock rip me apart for the longest time. You’re so hot, sexy and yes you make me desire you so bad. I know you’re a devoted top that knows how to drive a dude wild with lust for that dick, please give it to me now.” 

“Fuck yea Eric, I love driving my huge cock deep in a man’s ass and breeding him over and over. I especially get off fucking a white blond, pink, and hairless ass like yours. Look at it right now, it is puckering and pulsating eager to take my BBC deep over and over. One  of the best fucking feelings I have is to dump my big load deep in a man’s pussy and feel my slick cum roll around wetting that pussy and wetting my cock, man that is beyond ecstasy. But I am not your first big Black cock, right? You told me that you have two other gay Black dudes as friends.” 

“yes I have two very good friends who are black gay dudes and both of them are about your physical size except their cocks are about 6.5 inches. We have rimmed each other’s pussy, given each other blowjobs and shot our loads but they have not fucked me as they both are totally bottoms that I have fucked those sexy brown asses.”

“OH WELL FUCK ERIC, so my BBC will be the first one to penetrate your amazing white slut ass. Man that makes me so wild with lust to give you your first BBC in that eager ass. MMMM I am so ready to please you with my big dark meat. Lets go for it.” 

We go back to the bedroom still stark naked with two very horny dudes sprouting very rock hard leaking cocks eager for more sex. I am shivering and feel goose bumps up and down my body as my ass is puckering like never before. Finally, I am going to take a BBC deep in my ass and wow what a beautiful thick black meat it is. That cock head has a large mushroom head and with a  very large piss opening that can shoot gobs of cum deep in me.

“Hey Eric what position do you want to be in as I hammer that incredible sexy pussy first. I am going to fuck you in lots of positions and drill that pussy whit this black cock all night. But first let’s take some poppers to set us off and I want you to suck me making my cock steel hard first.”

We take strong sniffs of those poppers as I get down and begin to use my tongue to go inside that hood of his cock head driving him wild as I wet that inside hood with gobs of spit. I then use my hand to stretch that hood out as his cock head is very purple before I use my mouth to go all the way down on the long thick hard beating cock as I go up and down as I use my tongue to run it up and down the undersized of his beating blood filled cock until he pushes me off as he does not want to come as he is ready to drive that BBC inside a pussy that has never had a Black cock before.

I lat down on man back, spread my blond legs wide, lift my legs up on my chest and ready myself for the plunge. Wow first Ayinde gets down at my as entrance and begins to use his tongue and mouth to eat my ass and slick it up with his spit causing my ass to pucker and wildly pulsate until I feel his huge dark cock head begin to part my sphincter and holy fuck within seconds his dark meat has filled my ass. “OH FUCK YEA FUCK MY PUSSY, THAT IS IT, DON’T STOP, I WANT TO BE  YOUR BITCH, FUCK ME, YYYEEEAAA FFFUUUCCCKKK YYYYEEEAA MMMMEEEE, FUCK ME.”

The fuck is full swing. Man this dude knows how to fuck a man pussy, I feel his cock head drive hard into my prostate driving me to the point of full ecstasy. He drives that dark meat all around every inch of my ass walls, deep into my ass channel and holy fuck he is spewing precum like crazy all over my ass as his cock swims in all that precum and ass juices sliding in and out with such ease. I moan as he groans as we engage in pure sexual lust and desires for each other.

The animal lust is so raw as Ayinde lowers his body on top of me and begins to wildly run his tongue deep in my throat. Soon our tongues are battling for position as our mouths fill with gobs of spit that runs down our chins and onto our naked chests as he continues to jack hammer every inch of my ass. Man this is a fuck of a lifetime.

When I feel his cock head start to swell, he quickly pulls out that BBC leaving my pussy feeling so empty. We continue to French kiss as I feel his big cock lying on my abs with that hard cock that was so warm and that cock was pulsating leaving a trail of precum on me.

When Ayinde was sure he was safe from shooting, he had me get on my stomach, put a pillow under my crotch lifting my eager ass up as he gets between my spread legs and he begins to use that red hot cock head to run it up and down my ass crack leaving a trail of warm precum until I beg him to fuck me again. Oh how I want that BBC in me once again.

This time he uses his sexy hips and feet to drive that manhood all the way back inside my now wet pussy until he is balls deep inside my happy ass. Holy fuck he drills my ass going deep and almost all the way back out of my ass over and over. I have never had a more rough but great rough fuck. He begins to talk dirty to me that he knows I love as he pounds my ass harder and harder. “YEA FUCK YOUR PUSSY, FUCK THAT SLUT ASS, YOU’RE A WHORE, YOU’RE MY BITCH. TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU WANT MY BIG BLACK COCK. YOUR SLUT PUSSY BELONGS TO ME, TELL ME YES YOUR PUSSY BELONGS TO ME, TELL ME YOU WANT IT.”

Holy shit I am now so turned on and as he talks dirty he is so turned on that he is fucking my ass so rough now coming all the way out of my ass and going back in with one mighty thrust over and over as I moan, whimper, and cry out: ” FUCK YEA I AM YOURS, BABY, MY PUSSY BELONGS TO YOU, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, YEA FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG BLACK THROBBING DARK COCK. I WANT YOUY TO BRED ME, PUT YOUR FUCKING DNA INSIDE ME.”

After the wildest fuck possible again as he is getting close, he pulls out that swollen dick out and takes a short break as I use two fingers to fuck my ass feeling all that precum wetting my ass, man I want that dick back in me, I want his semen deep in me.

Then Ayinde uses his amazing dark sexy eyes full of lust and so seductive, he has me get off the bed and he lies down on the carpet on his back with his huge beating black throbbing cock pointed to the ceiling and with a huge grin says: “OK Cowboy it is time for you to ride this bucking bull, get on facing me and see if you can stay on this mad bull.”

That so turns me on that I feel my cock jerk and my pussy go wild puckering for more of that BBC. I get upon that sexy body and begin to lower my wet juicy ass down on that incredible inviting slick leaking dark cock eager to slide inside my man pussy. I slowly take his cock down                                           my ass until that 8 inch giant dick is all the way inside my ass, I begin to slowly go up and back down all the way on that awesome cock over and over but Ayinde wants to fuck me harder so he begins to use this sexy hips to go up and down driving his dick deep in me as I take hold of his broad shoulders so I want fall off as we go wild fucking wildly again, Wow his cock manages to explore every inch of my pussy including my prostate. How does he manage to cover ever inch of my ass while spewing all that warm-precum wetting every inch of my pussy?

I yell as I ride that cock and Ayinde smiles as he says: “Ride that bull cowboy, fuck yea that is it, ride that bull until he tires, go cowboy!!!”

As I thought he was ready to shoot from his grunt, he wildly throws me off and is ready for yet another fucking position. I am ready to oblige. This time he has me get on the floor on all fours, spread my legs and he gets down and begins to drive that mighty hard cock inside me as he puts his hands on my shoulders and begins to fuck me hard and harder from this doggy style position. We fuck harder and harder until I feel his cock head swell and he lets out the loudest  grunt yet and then I hear him say:”FUCK YEA, FUCK YEA, FUCK YEA, I CANNOT HOLD BACK THIS TIME, I AM GOING TO COME, I AM GOING TO CUM, HERE IT IS .” 

That was it as I feel him explode flooding my pussy with blast after blast of very warm thick slick semen as his cock swims in it until he is spent. I lower my body-stomach on the carpet as he lies down on top of me with his cock still in me as he kisses my neck and shoulders making me so horny that I shoot my load into the carpet as I yell: “I am cumming.”

Finally he pulls his still semi hard cock out of my ass and holy shit, he goes down and begins to finger my ass and sucks on it pulling his cum out of my ass, turns me over and spits his cum deep in my mouth as we kiss enjoying his cum. Then he sucks my cum off my cock and we kiss again enjoying each other’s cum. It was then time to take a joint shower and get ready for more man sex later.

Elf Master Chapter 10

Friday

Kyle

My ass was still aching from last night’s session with Gideon. I’d driven out there with Vieltag, the red cap, sitting in the passenger seat. He’d turned invisible, but I could still smell him. There was a distinct odor of blood and death wherever he went. Master had decided that he wanted someone to protect me while I was out because he was being targeted by hunters and they could try to get to him through me. Before he’d disappeared, I’d gotten a good look at Vieltag. He looked like an old man, about four feet tall with stooped shoulders. He wore boots with iron plates on the bottom and he carried a long wickedly curved blade. The serrated side of the blade appeared to be made of copper or bronze, and the razor-sharp side appeared to be made of silver. He had a long white beard and long stringy white hair. He was dressed in leather and wore a red hat on his head. The cap looked shiny and almost moist, and I was sure it was the source of that reek of blood.

I’d wondered if he had the same aversion to iron that my master had. After all, he was wearing iron boots. But I noticed that he carefully avoided touching any of the metal in the cab of the truck when he fastened himself in. Unlike Buckwalder, who was very shy, but kind, Vieltag radiated menace. I’d tried to talk to him to break the silence, but he merely scowled at me and then vanished. If he was as dangerous as he looked, I wouldn’t have to fear being attacked by mundanes, but his presence didn’t increase my sense of safety in any way. I had the impression that he would kill me without a second thought if Master said that it was allowed.

Gideon’s store was called The Body Shop. It had nothing to do with cars. He offered waxing, tattooing and body piercing. I’d overheard Nico saying that Gideon offered other services to supernatural clients as well. When we pulled up, I went to the door and Vieltag peeled away from me, walking around the exterior of the building. I only saw him for a few moments before he disappeared again, but I could see his footprints in the dirt as he stomped along his way.

Next door was the place known as the Blue Room. It was a bar of some kind. I noticed a dozen or so motorcycles parked out front, along with a few pickup trucks and the occasional car. Two extremely hot guys in tight jeans and even tighter t-shirts were heading toward the door as I was watching Vieltag’s footprints disappear around the side of the building.

“Hey!” one of them called. “You in the right place?”

I looked over and saw that the speaker was one of those guys who blended the best features of his European and African ancestry. His long curly black hair was pulled back into a loose knot. His skin was the color of coffee with a lot of cream (just the way I liked my coffee, and apparently on the lighter end of the way I liked my men).

“Yes, Sir, I am. I have an appointment here at the Body Shop,” I replied.

He walked over and seemed to be appraising me, letting his eyes move from the top of my head, down to my feet. He nodded like he approved of what he saw. Then he said, “We could use another guy or two to dance in the Blue Room. You could do it if you lost this little belly you’ve got. Come over and see the manager, Mahendra Khatri, if you want to check it out. He’s here pretty much all the time.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I replied, feeling a little pride at his praise.

The other guy was white, a little older, but still in great shape. He had a short haircut (his head was almost shaved) and what I could see of his buff body was also free of hair. He also nodded and said, “You’re certainly hot enough. And about that little gut you need to shift… If you’re going to The Body Shop, you should know that Gideon has a er… new age weight loss treatment that works. If you’re open-minded enough, he can help you get rid of that gut. It’s almost like magic.”

I blushed and he said, “I suspect you know what I mean, considering how red you’ve turned. Talk to him. He’ll even work out a deal for you if you can’t afford the price. I got the full treatment for only $500.”

“Thanks,” I said. “I’ll… um… I’ll think about it, Sir.”

“He’s probably got to ask his master’s permission first,” the younger, darker skinned guy interjected. “The blushing and all the ‘Sirs’ say it all.”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied. “My master makes all the decisions about my body.”

“That’s how it should be, boy!” the older guy growled. But he was smiling as he added, “Now go take care of whatever your master sent you here for.”

They were laughing at me, but in a friendly way, as I turned and walked into The Body Shop. Gideon was at the counter taking payment from the same couple who were in here the last time. A somewhat plain faced young man with long blond hair stood there in a pair of tight jeans and no shirt. He was very skinny, gangly in fact. He had half inch rings through his nipples, and he was gently poking a one-inch ring through the septum of his nose that hung down to cover part of his upper lip. There was a little blood there that made me think that the nose piercing was likely new. He also had a fresh tattoo across his shoulders in the back that read, “Faggot Slave”.

The man I presumed was his master was probably fifty years old or so. He had a bushy orange-brown beard and beer gut, but he looked powerful under that fat. He reeked of cigar smoke and body odor. I hated the fact that my dick jumped when I smelled him. I had become such a total jock bitch that any masculine aroma turned me on.

The master gave me a nod when he left. His slave followed him with his head bowed. I watched them leave the shop and then turned to face Gideon. “I’m not sure that boy is happy, Sir,” I said.

“It’s hard to tell with that one,” Gideon said. “He doesn’t look it, but he’s twenty years old. His daddy found out he was gay and put him in a cage in the barn for three years. Turned him into a sex slave before Jake, that’s the boy’s new master, took him.”

“How did the boy get away, Sir?” I asked.

“He didn’t. Jake found out about the boy and decided to go get him. He beat the boy’s daddy in a card game and took him as payment. The boy was underweight and in bad health. He’d been kept naked in the barn with only a few blankets to protect him from the weather. He never finished school or had vocational training of any kind. He only has a few talents, and they all relate to pleasuring men,” Gideon replied.

“But he doesn’t seem happy, Sir. Is he any better off with Jake than with his dad?” I asked.

“Jake’s a little rough around the edges, but he loves that boy and takes care of him. The boy has put on twenty pounds and he’s up to date on his shots. Jake protects him from abuse, and a boy like that would be ripe for anyone who wanted to take advantage of him. He told me that the boy didn’t even talk for over a year. He just grunted once for ‘yes’ and twice for ‘no’. He’s made a lot of progress over the last two years,” he explained.

“That’s fucked up! His daddy should be in prison, Sir,” I said.

Gideon shrugged and said, “Probably should, but the boy’s an unreliable witness because he’s so easily swayed, and Jake… Well, what jury would think Jake was believable on the stand? There are other things that can be done. I won’t say anything because it’s not my story to tell, but the old man hasn’t escaped punishment completely. I hear tell that a big bear killed his cows six times over the last two years and clawed up his fancy truck as well.”

That struck me as strange since there were no bears in these woods, we’d been told that during our college induction. They’d specifically mentioned there hadn’t been any for a century or so as some people had voiced concerns. Still, I was glad to hear that the father was being punished. He reminded me of Eddie. Not that he was my dad, but he may as well have been. What would he have done if he’d found out for sure that I was gay back in middle school or high school? I didn’t understand what made people hate so much.

“What’s the boy’s name, Sir?” I asked.

“He doesn’t use it anymore. He prefers to go by ‘boy’, but Jake says he used to be called Luther Johnson,” he explained. “His daddy is Bart Johnson. He’s developed a reputation for bad luck around these parts.”

Gideon finished his business, locked the register, and then locked the front door. The shop was still open, but there was a sign telling customers to ring the bell if the door was locked. When he turned around, he said, “Strip and drop to your knees, slave.”

I wasn’t wearing much, so it only took me a moment to drop my shorts and jock and then take off my shirt. I dropped to my knees and awaited his next command. He walked over to me and ran his hands through my hair. “You’re looking good, Kyle. I like the muscle you’ve been putting on. Now follow me into the backroom but stay on your knees.”

I crawled after him into the work area in the back of the shop. He had a chair that could lay flat and turn into a table that he used for tattoos and piercings. There was tattoo art on the walls and a lot of sex toys. An open door led to a bathroom in the back, complete with a small shower. There was even a sling hanging from the ceiling in the corner. That was a new addition since my last visit.

He led me into the bathroom and started adjusting the water in the shower. He had it set to run the water through a hose attached near the shower head. “Get in here, ass up, head down,” he demanded.

I scrambled to obey. I didn’t know what Gideon would do if I failed to comply with his orders, and I didn’t want to. He seemed to have a very dominant personality. Although he’d always been kind when talking to me, he left no doubt in my mind that he was the one in charge. He pulled out an enema head and put it on the tube. He applied a little lube and then worked it into my ass. With the flip of a switch, he was filling me with warm water. He kept the head inside me until I felt ready to burst, then he turned it off and made me hold it for a few minutes before he allowed me to expel it violently in the toilet. I was mostly clean, having prepared myself before coming over, but Gideon liked to feel sure about it.

When he was satisfied, he had me follow him back into the workroom. I was still crawling since he hadn’t told me to get up. He led me over to the sling and said, “Stand up so I can get you in this sling face down.”

I gave him the mandatory, “Yes, Sir,” then leaned forward so he could make the adjustments. One strap went under my chest and the other under my abdomen. Then he attached one set of cuffs to my wrists and the other set around my feet so that I was crouched like a frog with my legs splayed out far enough to expose my rectum.

“Damn you look good this way, Kyle,” he said, running his fingers along my crack and stroking my hole. “We’ll be ready to start once I put some ornaments on your cock and balls.

He held up a strange contraption of leather and chains. “I’m going to fasten this around your nuts and then put some weight on it before we get started,” he said.

When I didn’t say anything, he smacked my ass hard. I shook my head and said, “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

I felt him attaching the strange contraption around my balls. It was tight, but not painful. Then he added some weights, one at a time. It began as merely an odd sensation, but soon the pressure began to mount. I gritted my teeth and refused to call out my discomfort. There was something about Gideon that made me stubborn. No matter how he pushed my boundaries, I wouldn’t allow myself to show the slightest reluctance to go on. I felt some need to show him that I could take whatever he could dish out.

“Does that hurt yet, Kyle,” he asked, as he set the weights to swing slowly.

“No, Sir!” I said.

“Then I should add some more weight?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir, if that’s what you want, Sir,” I replied.

“That’s two pounds you have now swinging from your nuts,” he said.

Then he added a few more weights. He set them swinging again and watched my face for a reaction. I forced a smile and said, “Thank you, Sir!”

He shook his head and laughed. Then he added a few more of the small weights. The pressure in my balls grew stronger and I inhaled sharply. Gideon’s hand stroked my back gently and he asked, “You aren’t going to ask me to stop are you?”

“No, Sir,” I admitted.

“You’re delightfully stubborn, Kyle, and I find that almost irresistible. I’m going to stop at four pounds today. Next time, I’ll add more,” he said.

He set the weights to swinging again, picked up the lube and started rubbing it in my crack. His fingers felt great teasing my hole. I moaned and flexed the muscles of my butt to show him how good it felt. He chuckled and pushed a finger inside me and wiggled it a little.

“Your ass is needy today, Kyle. And it’s a pretty thing, too. It’s snapped back nicely from the last session, but I’ll have it open again soon enough,” he teased.

He had a giant bottle of lube; it was a brand I’d never seen before. He attached a small tube to the tip and pushed it inside me. Then he gave it a dozen or so pumps. It felt like he was filling my ass with the slippery gel. Then he began to probe me with his index finger. Gideon was a master with his hands, and he soon had my ass throbbing with pleasure. He worked a second finger inside and then a third. He thrust them in an out, like he was fucking me with his fingers, and my moans grew louder.

“You like that, don’t you Kyle?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir!” I replied, my voice catching a little in my throat.

He pulled out a little, applied more lube. He added the fourth finger to the first three and twisted them around, adding more lube as he went. Then he kissed the small of my back and pressed forward, He pushed inward until his knuckles pressed against the tightly stretched ring of my ass.

“I’m almost inside you now, Kyle. Just one more digit,” he said.

He didn’t immediately add his thumb. He continued to use his four fingers to push more lube inside me. I was as relaxed as I could be, but the final thrust was still going to hurt like hell. My body was coated in sweat, and I was breathing heavily, both from the exertion and the anticipation of what was to come.

I felt a momentary twinge of apprehension when Gideon slid his thumb in next to his four fingers, but I didn’t have long to contemplate it because he put his hand on the small of my back and pushed forward, twisting from side to side as he did. I let out a sharp scream as his knuckles thrust past my overly stretched ring. And then there was a feeling of blessed relief as my ass lips clamped down on his thick, but much narrower, wrist.

“You did it, Kyle. My whole hand is inside your sexy ass now,” he said with a low, calm tone of voice.

Then he curled his hand into a fist and twisted it from side to side. “Do you like this feeling, Kyle?” he asked.

“Yes and… maybe?” I replied. “It hurts like hell, but it also feels good. And it… um… it makes me feel kind of…”

I was trying hard to express what I was feeling, but that fist in my ass was distracting me. Gideon came to my rescue. “Does it make you feel vulnerable?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir! That’s exactly what I’m feeling,” I replied with a gasp because his fist was pushing deeper inside me, and my ass lips were beginning to stretch to accommodate his muscular forearm.

“Do you like to feel vulnerable?” he asked, as he applied more lube to his forearm and pressed forward some more, making the weights on my balls swing back and forth.

“Yes, Sir,” I said.

I was having difficulty putting my words together. The fullness in my ass, the pressure on my gay spot, and the calm sexiness of his voice were combining with that feeling of vulnerability to suppress my ability to reason. It was much later when I was able to gather my thoughts enough to ask myself why I liked this feeling so much.

“You’ll never feel more vulnerable than you do with another man’s fist inside you,” he said. “A guy like you, a big, muscular, strong guy. You’ve probably been expected to be tough, macho and in charge your entire life. For a guy like you, the chance to let go and give up control, to be completely vulnerable in this way, it’s a kind of catharsis, a release from all that pressure to be a man. But I’m going to let you in on a secret. Learning to be vulnerable and to let it all go is also part of being a man. It’s the part your upbringing probably prevented you from learning.”

His words made so much sense to me. Was that why I felt such a need to surrender all control to a master. It was the magic chain that had forced me to submit, but it was still something I had realized I needed. Even without the chain I would probably feel this need, maybe not all the time, but this was definitely a part of me.

Gideon began punching his fist inside me. He would pull it out slowly, then punch it in a little faster. With each forward thrust he went a little deeper. He kept saying encouraging things to me while he worked my ass. With each penetration, the weights on my balls swung a little faster. It was painful, but in some incomprehensible way the sensation was intensifying my pleasure rather than diminishing it.

“You’re doing a great job, Kyle.”

“Your ass is so warm and sexy.”

“I can feel your ass gripping my arm, and it feels great. You’re such a strong stud.”

“You look so sexy with your ass stretched around my arm, stud.”

I couldn’t really do more than grunt in appreciation because my whole body had grown tense, like every muscle I had was contracting at once. My balls pulled as close to my body as they could, given the weights that were pulling them down.

Waves of pleasure ran across my sweaty skin, like runaway lightning. Suddenly all my muscles relaxed, but they immediately contracted again. Cum flew out of my cock, and saliva burst from my mouth at the same moment, leaving gobs of drool hanging from my lips. It was like I was cumming from both ends.

Gideon unfasted my hands and feet and then gently helped me to my feet. He led me over to the chair he had for tattooing and piercing and adjusted it so I could recline. He went into the bathroom and filled a plastic tub with cool water and used it to clean the sweat from my body. Then he readjusted the table so I could lie flat on my stomach. He gently cleaned the sweat from my back. Finally, he carefully cleaned my ass. The warm roughness of the wet cloth felt amazingly good.

“Thank you, Sir,” I said. The gratitude I felt was real. He was being much more tender than he had been when my master was here with us.

“No, thank you,” he said. “Your ass is fine. I love it so much that I could play with it all day, every day.”

Then he proved the truth of his words by kissing my swollen ass lips gently, and then licking it. I let out a sigh of sensuous pleasure. Only Philip took care of me that way, and I thought it was the best feeling in the world. Gideon must have enjoyed it as well because he took a break long enough to say, “Delicious and so fucking tender.”

Then he went back to making out with my ass and I started crying out, “That feels so good, Sir. I can’t believe I’m getting hard again after I just came. You make me feel like a total bitch, and I love it!”

When he’d had enough he had me turn over so that I was lying on my back. He sat on the stool next to me and ran his hand along my jawline. I thought he was amazingly good looking, with his brown skin, his dreadlocks, and that goatee. He was wearing what looked like surgical scrubs, but despite his baggy clothes, I could tell that he had a thick muscular physique. I could also see his sizable cock tenting his pants.

Gideon’s fingers ran across my lips and said, “You have a beautiful face and a rocking hard body, Kyle. And yet somehow I don’t think you believe it, but any man would be lucky to have a guy like you. Now, since you seemed to like what I just did to you, I’m going to teach you how to do it – not the fisting part, although I can teach you that another day if you want, but the ass eating. Do you want to learn?”

“Yes, Sir, I do,” I replied.

An image of Simon flashed before my eyes for a moment. He was lying face down on a bed and his ass was lifted. I saw myself run my tongue between his gorgeous brown cheeks. That would probably never happen. I’d burned my bridges with him already.

“Hold on a minute,” he said.

He pulled out his phone and sent a text message. While he was waiting for a response, he knelt next to my head and ran his tongue around my lips. Then he kissed me. His lips were fuller than mine and they felt wonderful, like soft but extra-firm pillows. His tongue was pressing against mine when his phone chimed that he had a notification. He checked it and smiled. “Thought so,” he said.

“Can I ask what it is, Sir?” I asked.

Gideon chuckled and said, “I told Nico that I had a folder full of observations on the people he wanted to watch and that I was going to send it back with you. Then I told him that I was going to have permission to teach you to top properly or this was going to be my last report.”

“And?” I asked.

“And I’m going to be teaching you how to top. He said I could suck your dick tonight and if my information was worthwhile then I would be able to teach you the other parts of being a good top starting next Thursday night.” He seemed very satisfied with himself.

All I was hearing was that he had permission to suck my dick tonight. Since I’d been enslaved, I’d only cum once from anything other than ass play. Don’t get me wrong. I loved the feeling of someone playing with my ass, or plowing me with a big cock, but my dick felt lonely and ignored. It wanted some attention too.

Gideon adjusted the table, so the head was inclined slightly. Then he pulled his shirt off, revealing a broad chest that showed the clean lines of heavy gym work beneath a masculine coating of black curly hair. Next came his pants. It was obvious that Gideon did not skip leg day. His thighs and calves were firm and muscular. He stood there for just a few seconds while I drank in the sight of his magnificent body. He was wearing a pair of sexy high-rise briefs, the kind with the pouch in front to contain and display his package. Two things were obvious. First, he was fully erect, and the pouch was having difficulty containing him, and second, he’d been leaking so much precum that the pouch was soaked.

Gideon’s cock was big, not as thick or long as some of the monsters I’d taken in the last few weeks, but still bigger than mine. At five inches, mine was in the average range, but he had a couple of inches on me. His cock was bobbing around in front of my face as he moved around the table. I took hold of it with my hands and pulled it into my mouth. He tasted of sweat and masculine musk. I’d had a lot of experience sucking cock over the last few weeks and I knew what to do, or at least I thought I did.

Gideon pulled his cock out of my mouth and then moved between my legs. “Just relax and wait your turn, Kyle. This one’s for you. You’ll get a chance to show me what you can do.”

My cock was swollen and throbbing. Gideon blew across it, making me moan. Then he began to tease my cock with his lips, and then with his tongue. He made love to it with his lips, kissing me roughly down both sides and then back up to the top. His tongue flicked along the tiny and sensitive cock lips, and then ran roughly around the head until I cried out. Despite my arousal, Gideon was able to keep me hanging on the edge of orgasm for several minutes. He pulled off my dick and licked the less sensitive areas, avoiding the head and pretty much the entire underside. As soon as my ardor waned, he swallowed my cock again and began doing the most amazing things with his tongue.

He continued this cycle, driving me closer to orgasm each time, while the cooldown periods became less and less effective. My body was coated with sweat again, and every nerve ending in my skin was tingling as if an electrical current were running through it. When I finally came, I felt like every muscle in my core was working together to force my load out in eight or nine massive loads.

I’d been rendered completely incoherent by Gideon’s skilled mouth, and a long stream of strange sounds had been issuing forth from my throat since he’d started. They grew louder until finally they were echoing off the walls as Gideon sucked every drop of my seed down his throat.

When he was done, he moved to the other side of the chair and lowered my head so that I was lying flat with my head turned to the side. He took his thick cock and swatted my face a few times and then said, “Your turn. Show me what you’ve learned.”

It felt really uncomfortable to me. I’d never sucked a cock at this angle before and I knew I wouldn’t do my best this way, so, in the spirit of trying out new things, I asked, “Can we please change places, Sir?”

He thought about it for a moment and then asked, “New position plus new techniques too much to handle at one time?”

I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“I am pleased to see you asserting yourself in this way. Wanting to both please and enjoy are important milestones in anyone’s sexual awakening”.

We traded places and he adjusted the chair so he was reclining in a more comfortable position. I knelt in front of him and licked his cock, tasting the musky tang of his sweat. I tried to copy everything he’d done to me. Like all the supernaturals I’d encountered on campus, he was uncut, so I had the pleasure of pulling back his foreskin and licking the extremely sensitive frenulum and head. I swallowed his cock and took it all the way into my throat.

Gideon was enjoying the attention, but he did take the time to give a few hints and directions to improve my performance. I tried the same technique he had used on me. I used my tongue to massage his cock. I pulled back to give the head some attention, and then sucked it back down.

“Hum a little when it goes down your throat,” Gideon directed.

I did and he moaned deeply. “That’s it. When a man’s cock is big enough to go into your throat, give a hum like that and it will drive him wild.”

My ears burned as I realized that my cock probably hadn’t been long enough to feel the full effect when Gideon had done it to me, but it was a good lesson to learn. I managed to bring him to the edge twice before he finally came, flooding my mouth with his delicious seed. I swallowed it greedily, like it was my favorite meal.

Unlike my incoherent babbling, he didn’t miss a beat. “That’s right, Kyle. You’re doing a fucking amazing job… uh… Now! I’m cumming now! SWALLOW IT, KYLE.

Once he had started to soften, he got up and I let his cock slide out of my mouth. He patted my cheek and said, “Sit up now. I want to talk to you.”

“I’ve been chatting with your master, and I understand what he’s been doing with you. You were broken before he got hold of you, a self-loathing homophobe who lashed out with violence whenever you got aroused by the guys around you. If you’d discovered your sexuality naturally, you’d have gravitated toward being a top, and your natural self-loathing would have just transformed into a loathing of the guys who bottomed for you. It was essential that you learned to enjoy taking cock before you had a chance to top. It broke the cycle for you. Now that you’ve learned to enjoy being a submissive bottom, it’s time for you to learn that the bottom doesn’t have to be submissive, and then learn to be a good top. It’s the only way you’ll ever be completely whole.”

“I think I understand what you’re saying, Sir,” I replied. “Why couldn’t my master have had this conversation with me?”

Gideon laughed and replied, “Nico is an elf. His mind is so alien that I can’t begin to understand how he thinks, but he doesn’t really understand human psychology either. He’s likely reacting to what he feels from you. He can sense your emotions and your needs, but I doubt he really understands them. There are a lot of supernatural beings in our world. Mages and skinchangers are essentially still human, but fey, demons, djinn and other ancient races from the outer worlds are not like us. We anthropomorphize their behaviors to help us understand them better, but never allow yourself to believe that they are thinking the same things we are, not even when those behaviors seem to be the same as ours. Don’t forget that.”

“I can’t ever forget it,” I said plaintively. “I’m never going to be free of him and it’s killing me to be trapped like this. If I could kill myself, I would. The idea of being enslaved, with no free will of my own for the rest of my life, is unbearable. But I couldn’t do it, even if I got to that point. I’m his property and I have to protect what’s his!”

“Don’t be so sure, Kyle. Not about killing yourself. Put that aside. You’re only now discovering who you are. You have your life ahead of you. But there will be a way out of this trap. There always is. That’s the way of the fey. If they make escape impossible, then it’s unsatisfying to them. They can’t win that way, and they love to win. What do you know about Nico that could help you?” he asked.

“Nothing!” I cried. “Don’t you think I’ve been trying?”

“No. I think you’ve given up, and that’s what’s leading to this depression of yours,” he said, putting an arm around me. “Now think about the facts you know.”

I thought for a few moments and then said, “He never lies. And he hates deception.”

“Close,” Gideon replied. “He never lies, but he doesn’t always tell the whole story. He hates it when others lie, because that’s easy to see through, but his people value deception. They make an art form out of it. What else.”

“He hates iron,” I said.

“Close again,” he replied. “He fears iron. Harming the fey with weapons is extremely difficult. They’re resistant to almost any material, except for iron. It passes through those defenses as if they weren’t there. Even some of their fey magic is ineffective against iron. What’s more, they heal so fast that you can see it happening before your eyes, but wounds caused by iron take as long to heal as wounds we suffer, maybe even longer.”

I nodded and added, “He couldn’t enter a room when all the doors and windows were protected by iron.”

“That’s right. Iron can repel them. If they touch it for any length of time, it can cause their skin to blister,” he said.

“But I don’t want to kill him,” I replied. “Despite his cruelty, he’s helped me to understand myself better than I did before. I just want to be free of his control.”

“I get that,” Gideon said. “But he will never free you. You will have to figure out how to escape.”

“How do you know so much about the fey?” I asked.

“My grandmother was entrapped by the fey and had to find her own escape,” he replied. “She did it through clever wordplay. No offense, but I don’t think you’re going to beat Nico that way. My grandmother was a master trickster and musician in her own right. You’re smart, but that’s not your talent.”

“I could throw iron shavings in his face and hope he inhaled them,” I chuckled sadly.

“If you want to kill him, yes,” Gideon agreed. “If you want to escape him without killing him, no.”

“Then what do you think I should do?” I asked.

“I think you should keep hope and wait for the right opportunity,” he said. “And trust to your friends. If you had one person who should know all that we’ve talked about, who would it be?”

My first thought was Simon, but he was more than a little hot headed. I could imagine him grabbing an iron weapon and going after Nico just to get himself killed in the process. I needed someone more level headed. “Oliver Rankin,” I said. “He’s a young mage who lives in Baylor Hall, my dorm. He should know everything you’ve told me. He’s smarter than I am. He’d know what to do.”

Gideon nodded at me and said, “I’ll talk to Oliver then. For now, let’s get you dressed so you can go back home. Remember that you’re not required to tell Nico anything unless he asks you.”

I started putting my clothes on and then a strange thought occurred to me. “Sir? If the fey cannot abide the touch of iron, why do redcaps wear iron boots?”

Gideon smiled and said, “The iron is only on the outside of their boots, and they wear very thick socks, so they don’t get burned. And… someone must be tasked with taking down fey who disobey the lords and ladies of the courts. Those boots are for use on recalcitrant fey.”

It had never occurred to me that there would be division among the fey, or that they would use such lethal methods to control their own people. Now I wondered who kept the redcaps in line. I was sure I didn’t want to meet them, whoever they were.

Gideon walked me out to my truck. Vieltag appeared next to me, sheathing his massive sword, but keeping his hand ready to grab it if the need arose. He looked at Gideon and spoke in a harsh half-whisper. His voice was deep for his small size, and gravelly like he wasn’t used to using it.  “22:18 behind your shop, Lynx-Wearer. Both of you help me get him in the back of the truck. I’ll dump him on the road.”

I hadn’t wanted to see what Vieltag had left of the hunter, and I doubted I’d ever want to think about it again. Gideon went through the man’s pockets, looking for clues, but he didn’t find anything. Vieltag gave him a crooked grin and handed him a notebook with observations of the shop in it, all in the same hand.

“He’s been watching you, and you didn’t see him. I guess the moonlight is fading,” he said.

Then we loaded the body in the back of the truck. Vieltag climbed in the passenger seat and said, “Drive back to campus by way of Wood Hollow Road. We’ll dump him somewhere shady.”

I didn’t argue with him. To tell the truth, this hunched little man scared me more than anyone I’d ever met. He’d killed a man by stomping him to death and hadn’t even bothered to clean the blood off his boots.

I drove us back along the narrow county way called Wood Hollow Road. I stopped in a particularly shadowy spot, and we rolled the body out of the back and onto the street. Then we drove back to campus, and I went to my bed. I promised myself that I would clean the truck in the morning, but I would discover that someone had done it for me, probably one of my master’s many servants.

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My dreams were vivid last night. I was walking through the Student Union, and I saw Kieran in that cute Asian suit he was wearing. He was dressed just like his boyfriend. I wanted him, and I hated him for making me want him. Inside my head I was screaming and trying to turn around and run, but I couldn’t. I had no control of my own body. My dream self was intent on playing this scene out just the way it had happened before. I followed him into the bathroom. With each step, my dream became more solid, more real.

I saw Kieran standing at the urinals with his back to me. For some reason, he was smaller than he had been. His red hair hung in loose curls down to his shoulders. His bright blue eyes were wide and filled with tears and he was even paler than usual. He tried to run, but I grabbed him, and my hands wrapped completely around his arms. He was screaming and trying to break away, but I overbore him and wrestled him to the floor. Then I fell on him and slapped his pretty face until his lips split and his fair skin turned red. I knew that he would be bruised tomorrow.

He was crying and screaming as I ripped his clothes off him. “Stop! I don’t want you! I only want Jason!”

His struggles aroused me to greater heights of need, and I was disgusted with myself. I tried to stop, but I couldn’t. I grabbed hold of the plug in his ass and pulled with all my strength. That night, it wouldn’t budge, but in my dream, I yanked it free. I pressed him into the cold tiles of the floor and shoved my cock inside him. He let out a bloodcurdling scream and I prayed for death if that’s what it took for me to stop myself.

Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind and thrown across the room. The massive wolf man lunged at me, and I thought I was going to die, but my attacker, Kieran’s rescuer, turned toward the crying boy who’d rolled into a ball, hugging himself and shivering. The wolf man growled at me and went to comfort Kieran. I ran past him, escaping with my life.

But somehow I had run into the hallway of our dorm. Kieran was ahead of me in that scandalously short kiddie robe with the dinosaurs on it. He started to run, and I could see the round curves of his buttocks as the robe swirled around him. He was pounding on doors, calling for help, but I was getting closer to him. I pounced on him from behind and ripped the robe off. Then I yanked the plug from his ass and thrust inside him again. Once more he cried out, “No! Leave me alone. I don’t want you. I only want Jason.”

It wasn’t fair! This had never happened! I’d followed him in that robe, but I’d only attacked him once, yet the dream was always like this. I followed him all over campus and attacked him, but this time it was so real that it vied with my own memories. I raped him again and again, in the hallway, in his room, in the art studio. He cried and begged, and I couldn’t stop my dream self from attacking him.

Then I awoke, screaming. Nico stood over me with his hand on my head. “It’s only a dream, but I think you’ve had enough dreams for this night,” he said. “Sleep now, soundly, without further dreams.”

I fell into a deep slumber.

 

Nico

Something was happening with Kyle. It was almost as if Kieran were attacking him in his dreams, but Kieran was too gentle to do anything so malicious. He wasn’t capable of it. There must be some other explanation. Maybe Kieran was a rogue mage whose powers were only now manifesting. Maybe Sebastian could explain it, but I was reluctant to bring him into my affairs when I’d only just gotten him to back off.

I sat by Kyle’s bedside and sang a song of tranquil rest. He was making great progress. Gideon had pushed me to advance my slave’s training, but I sensed that he was right. It was time for Kyle to move beyond his submission. From all reports, he’d learned to pleasure a man with both his mouth and his ass. Now it was time for him to learn how to properly use his cock to do the same.

I’d finished reading Gideon’s reports. The lynx-man had been thorough. He’d gathered a lot of information on a lot of the hunters in town. And if Vieltag’s report was true, he’d attracted the attention of those he’d been watching. Now I had to provide some protection for him as well. My resources were growing thin, but those who served me well fell under my protection. Maybe I would send the razor children to him, or maybe I could find some sprites who weren’t sworn to another elf and commission them to watch over him. The barriers between the mundane world and faerie were thin here in the numina flux zone.

I ran my fingers through Kyle’s hair, still damp from the night sweats he’d experienced. For a human he was really very attractive, and sturdily built. He’d blossomed under my tending and was close to becoming his true self. And he’d done it much faster than I’d anticipated. It seemed that the damage to his soul and mind was less deep than I’d thought. Inside he’d wanted to change; and that had made all the difference. Now he was like a carefully tended plant that had grown strong. However, if he remained in the metaphorical pot I had put him in, he would become rootbound and he would begin to wither.

I hoped I hadn’t made the escape routes too obscure for him to find. He was smart, and he had found a lot of friends to help him. I couldn’t just release him. While I understood the human need on an intellectual level, the idea was so alien to my nature, to the nature of my entire people, that it made me nauseous to even think about it. I had to make it a challenge, or it wouldn’t mean anything.

Sebastian should have found a way around the oaths I’d used to tie his hands by now, but he seemed overwhelmed with everything going on this year. I hoped that the little preborn werewolf didn’t try something stupid. If he came at me, I’d have to trap him as well until he could learn his lesson. He was one of my sodales, just like Kyle and Alonzo. It was exhausting to take care of all of them and to help them become what they were meant to be. But it was also a challenge; and my people thrived on challenges.

If I’d allowed Alonzo to keep the connection to the Goddess of the Crossroads, as he knew her, he would have burned himself out by now. Instead, he was becoming the powerful – immensely and almost intoxicatingly powerful – rogue mage that it was his destiny to become. I took that connection, and I was going to give it back to the Cailleach Phiseogach, not really a goddess in the way mundanes thought of the term, but rather a powerful and independent arch fey. Because I had maneuvered her Chosen into giving it to me of his own free will, the deed would enhance my status with the courts, which was the only real goal we fae have.

But Kyle may indeed be my masterpiece. When I compared him to what he had been, he was almost a work of art. Physically, he had gone from a slovenly, indolent, and unattractive young man on a downward spiral of self-destruction, to a handsome, energetic, and charismatic young man who was blossoming into the confident gay man he should be. As he worked his way through the mental scars that he bore, he was finding his beautiful inner self, and he was shaping his outer self to match. I needed to get him to seek help from a mind mage to help him learn to heal his mind and soul.

I wondered if the boy Kieran could do it. He had almost no training, but he carried a precious gift, one the mind mages thought they’d lost. If I could maneuver the two of them together, maybe it would work. I considered for a moment tricking Kieran into giving me his special gift. That would be another feather in my cap, but I didn’t have the heart to do it. The mind mages had been quietly seeking the remnants of this talent for centuries. They didn’t know that it also lay dormant in a young woman of the San people in Zimbabwe, or so the stories go. They knew only of its extinction in Bhutan during the Dream War and its fading to obscurity in Scotland during the Middle Ages.

I got up and silently left the room. No one was in the hallway this early in the morning, no one except for one of the sprites who was silently patrolling looking for troublesome intruders. I tried a minor spell to open the door I needed, but it didn’t work. Although it was long dead, there was memory of life in the wood of the door. I whispered to it, just enough to breathe a spark back into it. It told me that the far side was warded by iron. The little preborn werewolf was learning.

I went to the window at the end of the hallway. The frame was aluminum instead of iron. (Modern technology was making the mundanes less secure from true threats, not more.) I whispered a spell and it opened. I turned into a pigeon and flew out into the predawn light. I circled the building and landed on the ledge outside the window and tried to chirp out a spell of opening, but the window was also barred by iron. I wasn’t annoyed. I was proud of the boy for learning his lessons well. After all, he too was one of my sodales.

Back in the building, I tried the door next to the one I needed, and it slid open. Like most older buildings, the knobs were made of bronze, not iron. The two mundane boys who lived in the room were sleeping soundly. On a whim, I whispered a spell to send each of them a pleasant dream. They would awaken in the morning wet but spent and satisfied. The bathroom that connected the two rooms was unprotected. Simon hadn’t thought of warding the bathroom doors that separated the rooms.

Simon lay snoring softly wrapped in Drew’s arms. While asleep their dreams were easy to see. He was dreaming of Kyle. It was Drew’s dream that called me most powerfully and I had to get past it to look inside Simon’s dreamscape. Drew was dreaming of Zeno. It was a hard path ahead for those two. Werewolf packs were very tolerant of different sexualities, but they expected the alpha male and the alpha female to be joined. Drew resisted this, and if his dream were to be believed so did the female leader, Dawn. Even so, they paid lip service to the fiction. But Drew’s true love was Zeno. He was going to have to thread a very fine needle to maintain his position, especially with all the non-collegiate wolves coming to Severan of late. They were more conservative than the college crowd. I whispered a spell of encouragement to bolster his confidence. He too was one of my sodales and I had, perhaps foolishly, promised to protect them all.

I turned my attentions back to Simon. His dreams of Kyle were very explicit. Despite his small stature, he was mostly an aggressive top, but dreams had many levels. He was dreaming of Kyle moaning beneath him as he took pleasure in his muscular ass, but on another level, almost like a different room within the same dream, Kyle was moaning beneath him as Simon rode his cock. I could tell that the preborn wolf boy was blocking this part of the dream from his consciousness.

Only the merest thought of intervention had crossed my mind before the wolf spirit sprang before me and blocked my path. It was snarling a warning at me. I was impressed. For a preborn spirit, it was amazingly powerful. I wasn’t afraid of a spirit, especially since I was still in the mundane world, barely peering into the realm of dream, but I didn’t want the spirit to awaken Simon before I’d accomplished my purpose.

I laid my mind bare to the wolf and allowed it to sense my motives. I spoke gentle words in the language of wolves that I knew it would understand. “I come not to harm your human self, noble wolf spirit. He is under my protection as much as he is under yours. Read my intention to help him and allow me to speak to his dream self.”

Elves did not normally perceive the dream world, but when standing near a dreaming human or animal we see the dreamscape that forms around them. And it was the same for the wolf spirit. It could enter this dreamscape belonging to its human spirit but couldn’t see past it. Again, I was astounded at the precocity of this spirit. Even Drew’s spirit hadn’t felt me whisper to his dream self.

The wolf spirit backed off but kept a wary watch. I whispered to Simon’s dream self, “You can help Kyle best by bringing him together with Kieran so that the two of them can heal one another. And once he has healed, you can have him in all the ways your dreams desire.”

The spirit acknowledged me and then slowly growled its affirmation to Simon’s dream self, reinforcing my message. There was something familiar about this wolf. I looked deep inside it, using its eyes as a gateway to its true self. And there it was. Xav had wanted another to train as a spirit talker so badly that his own wolf spirit had split and a fragment had entered the boy along with the saliva in his bite. I wondered if Xav even realized that he had inadvertently created his own spirit twin.

I gave the wolf spirit a salute and withdrew. That boy had deep seated feelings of inferiority stemming from growing up with a mageborn brother and lacking the talent himself. Now he was going to get his hidden dream and become a mage in his own right, assuming he could survive the training. Not everyone did. Spirit magic was dangerous.

Back in my room, I slid into bed next to Kyle and wrapped him in my arms and began anew the song of tranquility. He needed me. He had no idea how many nights I’d spent doing this same thing, easing his troubled spirit allowing him to process all the new things he’d learned so he could continue to grow and heal. In my own way, I had come to love him. Not in the passionate, sexual way of his kind, but in a different way, like a man loves the animals around him. And, like that hypothetical human man, I knew that it would wound me deeply when his short life came to an end. But I would get over it.

I had pretended youth to insert myself into human society and to learn more about them, but that was not the way of my kind. I had nearly a century behind me, and the time before me would stretch forever, or at least until ennui and boredom overtook me and I simply faded back into the realm of faerie, perhaps to be reborn later.

Our kind couldn’t truly love humans, whose lives were like the brief flickering of a candle, but we could love the light, warmth and creativity that shone forth from them so long as it lasted. I intended to remain in the radiance of Kyle’s spirit for as long as it dazzled. It was beautiful and fascinating to me.

 

Kyle

“Wake up slave!” Master said, smacking my ass hard.

It was how I woke up every morning. Sometimes I thought my master hated me. I said, “Yes, Master” and rolled out of bed to kneel before him. I kissed his feet and then took his long, thin cock into my hands and guided it to my mouth. Usually, I just sucked him off quickly so I could get my day started, but this morning was different. I’d learned a lot from Gideon last night, and I decided to use it.

I tasted the head of his cock and licked away the slightly nutty precum, then I ran my tongue along both sides of his shaft and down to his balls where I spent some time kissing them. I held them in my hand and squeezed them. My master liked things rougher than any of the other guys I’d been with. I kept increasing the pressure while I kissed them, glancing up at his handsome but alien face. (He seldom wore his human glamor around me anymore).

“Are you trying to hurt me, slave?” he asked.

“No, Master. I’m trying to please you,” I replied.

“Good. You can’t really hurt me, but if you want to please me, you’ll squeeze twice that hard,” he said.

I squeezed harder. If he were human, he would be writhing on the ground in agony. But he wasn’t human. He let out a moan and his cock grew stiff as a – it felt wrong to say iron, given his vulnerability – like a bronze rod.

“That’s good,” he said with a smile.

I kept that tight grip on him as I put my lips back on the head and repeated the technique Gideon had shown me last night. I covered my teeth but kept the pressure firm as I swallowed him. His hands stroked my head like I was a favored pet, and he was its loving master. Then I remembered that he liked the feeling of my teeth on him. It was easier to apply the maximum suction when I wasn’t covering my teeth. His smile deepened and he grabbed my hair tightly and pulled it. It wasn’t enough to really hurt, but I could sure feel the tightness in the roots.

I worked his cock like I’d been taught, but I continually modified the technique in consideration of my master’s higher tolerance for (and love of) pain. Soon his cock was stretching and growing like it always did before he came. I tried to keep him on the edge, but he had other ideas. He growled and shot his load down my throat. I continued to suck on him until he had nothing more to give me.  Then he withdrew, ordered me to get my breakfast smoothie and get dressed for my morning exercise session with Simon.

I looked at the clock and noticed that he’d let me sleep an hour later than usual. I jumped up and looked for my clothes. I never chose them myself these days. Buckwalder had laid out a dark red jockstrap that was more of a posing strap, except for the thick band that had the words, “Kyle Mason, Owned Boy”, stitched in bold gold letters. The pouch barely contained my cock, and the straps were almost strings. The shorts were tight and white, made of a stretchy material that hugged every contour of my ass. It was embarrassing, but sexy. The biggest problem was my belly being more prominent than it was in loose shorts. I’d lost more weight this week, and I probably only had another fifteen to twenty pounds or so to go. I suspected that these last few pounds were going to be a lot harder to remove. My last article of clothing was a blue t-shirt that was transparent from my pecs to my waist. It looked like a sports jersey, but instead of a team name, it read, “Man’s Man 69”.

I just had time to drink my smoothie and slip on my athletic shoes before heading out the door. I met Simon in the hallway this morning. He was usually so careful with his clothes and his appearance, but he must not have owned any real exercise clothes. He was wearing loose knit shorts and a t-shirt, neither of them a designer make. In my opinion, he was even sexier when he was a little rumpled.

“I’m not used to getting up and started on exercise right away. I should make you carry me around the track,” he joked.

I picked him up and swung him around onto my back and started down the stairs. “I was just kidding,” he yelled. “I won’t get much exercise this way!”

“But you’ll be helping me get a better workout,” I replied, taking the stairs three at a time as I raced down to the lobby.

Simon stopped struggling, laid his head against my neck and pretended to snore. It was funny, but the feeling of his lips against my neck was making me hard. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that I’d promised not to take advantage of Simon. He was just joking around innocently, and my body was turning it into something sexual. I felt a little dirty.

When we got to the first station, I let him down off my back and we got started. The trail began in front of our dorm so the first exercises we came across were stretches. I positioned myself so I could see him stretching, and I noticed that he kept glancing in my direction. I hoped he wasn’t getting uncomfortable from my attention.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to stare, Simon. It’s just that you look good stretching over there,” I said.

He laughed and replied, “We both know that I can’t stop staring at you either. That’s what caused all the trouble at the beginning of the year.”

“NO!” I said. “It wasn’t you, Simon. Don’t blame yourself. I was the one who attacked you, and I shouldn’t have. I just wish things were different, so we wouldn’t have this thing between us.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Look all you want, Kyle. It makes me feel good that you like looking at me. And it proves that I was right back at the beginning of the year when I thought you were sneaking peeks at me as well.”

We finished the stretching and then jogged to the next station. He was getting better at these exercises every day. We did the entire loop and found ourselves back at Baylor Hall. We were both breathing a little heavy and we did the stretching exercises again.

When we were ready to go back inside, Simon said, “Wait. I can’t go on pretending. I don’t want anything to ruin our friendship, but I do like looking at you. I like you.”

My eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my head, and I started hyperventilating. I sat down hard on a stone bench and forced myself to breathe normally. Simon ran over and sat next to me.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I get it if you don’t feel the same way. It’s my fault that you’re in this impossible situation,” he said.

“No, no, no!” I insisted. “Everything is my fault. You were like this precious gift that landed in my lap, and I didn’t value it. I spat on it. Now, I’m not worthy of that gift, Simon. I’m dirty, filthy, damaged. You deserve so much better than me. I can’t… so long as I am enslaved, I’m nothing more than a whore for any man who wants me. I literally can’t say no to anyone.”

At some point, I’d stopped talking and started sobbing. Simon stood up and wrapped his arms around me. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said, holding me tight. “There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re the victim here.”

“It’s not just having no free will, Simon. Even in my sleep, I’m forced to relive the rape. And it’s so real that I feel like I’m doing it repeatedly. And I can’t stop it, no matter how hard I try,” I cried.

He held me until I stopped crying, and he rubbed my back. “This is only going to get better if you can sit down with Kieran like you are with me. Tell him the truth and make peace between you so you can both move on with your lives.”

I looked up at him and said, “Jason would kill me. He already told me that no one would ever find my body. I’ve been afraid he was going to murder me every day since the rape.”

“Maybe he understands that you’ve been punished enough,” Simon said.

I couldn’t stop my nervous laughter. “Have you seen how protective he is of Kieran?”

“Let me handle it, okay? I’m going to make sure that you can sit down with Kieran and talk without fear. I’ll get Darren to help me if I must,” he said.

I didn’t trust Darren either. He was the one who’d kicked my ass and then fucked me in front of the pack, starting the whole gang rape. But I didn’t want to argue with Simon. I had to take a shower, get dressed and get to my biology study group.

I did my best to focus on the material in the session. Oliver used my notes as a basis for the review again. Everyone was distracted today except for Ethan. Tristan seemed to be lost in his own head. Oliver and Eduardo kept looking at each other and smiling. Cameron kept watching Micah out of the corner of his eyes. And that made me look at him closely too. I could see why he was staring. Of all the cute twinks in the room, I thought Micah was the cutest. He had an olive skin tone, very dark hair and full, kissable lips. I should have been distracted by his appearance, but I just kept thinking about Simon, about how he’d said that he liked me.

I was disturbed by Micah’s collar. He also wore cuffs on his wrists and ankles, and it was clear that someone had him on a tight leash. It made me uncomfortable to look at it. Unlike me, he was a little guy, and that made me want to find the man who was doing this to him and make him pay. But I couldn’t even help myself. How could I help him?

I was feeling miserable when I went back to the dorm. I spent some time finishing homework from my other classes, then I made my shake for lunch. I was sitting in a downward spiral of despair when someone knocked on the door. No one ever knocked on our door. For a moment I did nothing, but then I got up and opened the door a crack, peering around the side so that whoever it was wouldn’t see that I was naked. It was Simon.

“I just saw Kieran walking toward the dorm. Give me ten minutes from now. That should be long enough for him to get on this floor and for me to get him in my room. Then come over to talk to him,” he said breathlessly.

“I don’t know if I should,” I replied.

I was more than a little afraid of Jason and what he’d do to me if he thought I was harassing his boyfriend. And I was embarrassed. What could I say to the guy I’d raped? What could I say that he would be interested in hearing?

“I need you to do this, Kyle. I’ll talk to Jason and tell him that I made you do it. It’ll be okay,” he said.

“You could do it you know; you could order me,” I said.

Simon shook his head and replied, “That would be the coward’s way, Kyle, and I don’t think you’re a coward. I have too much respect for you to make you do things against your will. You’re afraid that you’ll be embarrassed, but that’s okay. You wouldn’t be you if you weren’t ashamed of what you did. Just be honest.”

I sighed and said, “Okay. I’ll do it.”

He was right, of course. The real problem was that Kieran hated me, and he had reason to hate me. He was probably also afraid of me, and I didn’t blame him for that. Still, I waited and watched the clock. When ten minutes had passed, I threw on my shorts and t-shirt, headed over and knocked on Simon’s door.

When Simon opened the door, I walked into the room with my heart full of fear. I wished that I were allowed to wear less revealing clothing. I didn’t want to make Kieran uncomfortable. He was already pale, wide eyed and shaking. Damn! I hadn’t remembered him being this small. He was about eight inches shorter than me, and probably half my weight. I felt like a bully just looking at him. His long red curls were gathered loosely behind his head, held in place by a copper clasp. His clothing was almost as revealing as mine. Why did Jason do that to him?

It looked like he was terrified of me, but when he returned my gaze, I felt an uncomfortable tingling in my head.

“I don’t know if I can do this, Simon.” I said, my voice catching in my throat.

“Come here, Kyle. Come sit on this bed so you two can talk,” Simon said, leading me over to sit down.

Kieran sat in the chair and an uncomfortable silence hung over the room until Simon said, “Silence is golden, but you two aren’t going to solve anything if you don’t talk. Kyle, start by telling Simon what you’ve been wanting to say.”

I looked at Kieran and my mouth went dry. I started to say something, even I wasn’t sure what, but I hesitated and swallowed hard and said, “I’m sorry, Kieran. I… I didn’t… I wasn’t… Fuck it! I’m not going to make any excuses. I was a horrible piece of shit. I never should have put my hands on you, and…”

I trailed off. His face was locked in an expression of fear mixed with hatred. I could see that my words had no effect on him. And that’s when I started crying and sobbing quietly. Simon knelt so he could lean over and put his arms around me. He restored my courage and gave me strength to continue.

I looked up at Kieran and said, “I don’t deserve it, Kieran. All I deserve is your hatred, but maybe one day you’ll be able to forgive me. I’m not that person anymore. That person was full of hate and I’m not like that anymore. I promise. I’m… I accept who I am now. I’m gay and… I couldn’t accept it before. I hated myself and it made me hate others who didn’t hate themselves like I did. I…”

I couldn’t stop talking. It was like my mouth had a mind of its own, and not a very smart mind. I was rambling.

I was so glad when Kieran interrupted me and said, “I don’t know if I can forgive you right now, but I’m not curling up into a ball of anxiety and that’s a good sign. I need to… I need to know more, but I don’t trust your words. Can I…?”

He reached out with his hand, and I recoiled. I was ashamed to touch him, but I forced myself to relax. And that buzzing in my head was getting worse. All I could think about was my shame and how I wished I could just die and get it over with.

Kieran took a deep breath and stood up. “I can’t see what I need to see, unless I can touch you,” he said.

I stretched out my hand, but he shook his head. “No! I can’t have you touch me right now. It must be me touching you and your hands must be away from me,” he said.

I put my hands behind my back and stretched out my foot, so he wouldn’t have to come within reach of my arms. Kieran came forward onto the bed, being careful not to let our skin touch. Then he leaned forward and touched my forehead in the center just above my eyes.

Then he looked at Simon and said, “If he touches me, Simon, I’ll have a panic attack. I’m counting on you.”

If possible, the buzzing in my head got louder and more uncomfortable. Kieran’s other hand reached out and touched my throat. I felt a warmth spread from both these spots. Kieran was staring at me intently. Then I felt as if something were stabbing into my mind. I pushed back against it, but, whatever it was, it was too strong for me. All the horrific deeds I’d done, all the assaults I’d committed against gay guys when they had aroused me, all the assaults I’d committed against girls when they hadn’t. Even my attack on Kieran came to the fore of my mind. All the images were jumbled. I want to die! I screamed in my mind.

Kieran was merciless. I knew he was making me relive these memories somehow. It felt like he was violating me in return for what I’d done to him. The difference was that I deserved it, while he’d been innocent. He kept probing at a sore spot in my mind. I tried to push him out, but in this strange mindscape, he was much more powerful than me. Then I felt him penetrate me.

Suddenly I was a child, and I was being forced to do things. For the first time I had a clear recollection in graphic detail of Eddie fucking me with a vibrator when I was a child. I’d felt so low. He’d called me a faggot and then he’d raped me. And he’d gotten off on it. I remembered that bulge in his pants and how he’d cum from bouncing me on his clothed cock.

I could remember my own shame and horror as I berated a black classmate and called him vile names while my dad stood behind me and forced me to do it. I remembered all the other times I used racial slurs and other forms of hate speech. The things I’d said to black classmates, girls, and guys I thought were gay.

Then I was an adult and Eddie was raping me in that hotel room. I was sure he had been trying to kill me at the same time. He’d lusted after me but hated me. He’d probably been driven to hate me because he’d lusted after me, just as I had been driven by the same thing for all those years.

And then everything went dark. I was sobbing loudly, curled in a ball on the cold floor. In a burst of powerful light, Kieran shattered that hotel door. He towered over me like a giant, or maybe it was just that I was small like a child. Then he reached down and wrapped his arms around me. I felt safe for a moment.

I could hear the voices of my brother and my father calling me out and urging me to join their fun. I didn’t know what they were doing, and I didn’t care. Kieran whispered into my ear, “You’re not little and you’re not weak. You can send them away.”

I stood up and I grew to my full height. Now it was me who was holding Kieran, my arms wrapped around him, not really to protect him but to draw strength from him. Together we drew the images of my father and of Eddie toward us and then pushed them back into small dungeon-like cells and slammed the doors closed.

Only the third image remained, the most fearsome and malevolent image of them all. A third door opened, and the masked figure turned to walk inside its own cell, but I grabbed it and forcibly removed the mask to see the sad face of my brother Andy. He was only a little taller than Kieran. I drew him in for a hug as well. Even Kieran joined us. Andy didn’t go into a cell. He just stepped back into the shadows and faded from view.

“You did it, Kyle,” Kieran said. “You got rid of them.”

I shook my head and replied, “They’ll come back. They always come back.”

Kieran patted my arm and said, “But now you know how to get rid of them, and you know that you can do it.”

Suddenly I was back on the bed, and Kieran was kneeling next to me with one hand still touching my forehead and the other touching my throat. Despite his small size, he was like a god to me at that moment. I couldn’t stop myself. I reached out and grabbed him. I pulled him in for a tight hug. Simon tried to stop me. I heard him yell, “Kyle, stop! Simon says…”

Before he could finish the phrase that would force me to obey, Kieran let go of me. He reached forward and touched Simon’s throat and it was like Simon had gone mute. Kieran seemed to be uncomfortable as he said, “It’s okay. You’ll be able to talk in a minute or so, but… I don’t want to ruin this moment.”

Then he turned to me and said, “I’m sorry for forcing myself inside your hidden thoughts, Kyle. I was caught up in the moment and couldn’t bring myself to stop.”

“It’s okay, Kieran,” I replied. “We shared something deep there. I’ve never felt like that before with anyone. It was like our minds were one for a moment. And I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.”

I couldn’t explain it. Something was different. I knew it, but I couldn’t define it. Kieran wrapped his soft arms around my neck and hugged me. I was overwhelmed by fear of what Jason would do to me, but I didn’t care. Kieran felt warm and sweet in my arms. It was obvious why Jason held him by his side all the time.

“There’s an external force restraining your mind and your energy body,” he said. “I’d almost been able to touch it, and I know that I could remove it if I could just grasp it.”

“Don’t!” I exclaimed. “I don’t know what he’d do then. I can’t risk it.”

It had to be the compulsion that my master had put on my will. If Kieran was able to remove it, would Master take it out on him, or on me? Would he find some way to bind me even tighter? I kissed Kieran’s forehead and then drew back in alarm, unhanding him. “I’m sorry,” I said. “Given my record, I shouldn’t even be touching you, even if you did touch me first.”

He got off the bed and stood up. Then he said, “It’s alright, Kyle. You aren’t threatening me anymore. I forgive you.”

He turned to leave, and I couldn’t help but watch his little round butt moving in those thin shorts. I was hopeless. Even now, after everything that I’d done, after I’d attacked him, I was perving on him. Then he turned back and said, “I mean that Kyle. I forgive you. You aren’t the same person you were when you attacked me. I see that now.”

He looked so happy that I had to smile at him as he left. Despite everything, he’d forgiven me. Maybe I wasn’t a total loss after all. Sure, I was staring at his ass, but I no longer hated him because of it, and I had no desire to hurt him or force myself on him. I heaved a sigh of relief that those days were behind me now.

“See. I told you it would help you both if you talked,” Simon said with a smile on his face.

“Yeah. You were right. Now I just have to hope that Jason doesn’t kill me for hugging his boyfriend and Darren doesn’t kill me because I dared to be in the same room with the boy,” I replied with a grin.

I hugged Simon tight and said, “Thank you, seriously. I would never have had the courage to do it on my own.”

The remainder of the day was just as good. My master had agreed to allow me to try out for the soccer team. They’d already started playing, but Severan was a division III school, and the team could still use a few more players. And maybe I could get him to let me wear the soccer uniform to class sometimes instead of the booty shorts I usually wore. The teammates were great and really accepting, considering that I wasn’t a soccer player. A couple of the guys offered to help me with the basics so I wouldn’t look like a fool on the field. I didn’t hope to become the best player on the team (some of them were extraordinarily talented), but I hoped to become good enough to get on the field from time to time, not to just fill out the backup roster.

I was in a positive mood when I got back to the dorm, but I knew it had been a little too good. Maybe Master was thinking that I needed to be reminded of my place. In any event, Matt Silver was waiting in my master’s room. My heart fell when I saw him. Still, I didn’t want to anger Master. I quickly removed my clothes and knelt in the proper position, knees spread, back straight and hands behind my neck.

“Your slave is looking better every day, Nico,” Matt announced. “And he’s learned his place as a submissive bitch well.”

“He is making adequate progress, Matt,” my master replied. “But he still needs some work.”

Then my master addressed me. “You will go with Matt this evening, and you will take direction from him. He’s making a new video and you will star in it. He will bring you back before midnight.”

“Yes, Master,” I said.

I wasn’t happy about it. I hated Matt more than I hated anyone on this campus. He took great delight in humiliating me, and in hurting me. He enjoyed it. And I was a little fearful of whatever he might have planned for me.

“With your leave then, Nico, I’ll take charge of your slave,” Matt said.

“He’s yours within the bounds of our agreement until midnight,” Nico said. “Take him.”

Matt snapped his fingers and said, “Rise slave. Put on your shorts only.”

I did as I was told, even though the short shorts I’d been wearing could barely contain my cock without the support of a jockstrap. I wore no shoes because he hadn’t ordered me to do so. I followed him out of Baylor Hall and down the street to his dorm. He’d texted ahead and we were met in the parking lot by Josh Higgins who awaited us next to a big red SUV. He vied with Matt for the person I least wanted to see again. In his case, it was his dirty and unhygienic body. I knew I’d be servicing him in some way tonight.

Matt was driving and I was directed to sit in the back with Josh. We’d barely taken off when Josh said, “Take your shorts off, slave.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said as the compulsions put on me by my master forced me to obey.

Then Josh worked his sweats down over his fat ass and exposed his small and hairy cock. “Blow me while we’re driving,” he ordered.

Another ‘yes, Sir’ was forced out of my throat and I bent over to swallow his dick. It wouldn’t have mattered to me that he was fat. So was Abe Grossman and his cock had been clean and delicious. It was the smell of stale urine and BO. It seemed that Josh didn’t like to shower very often. I tried to hold my breath, but it didn’t matter. The smell permeated my nostrils, and the taste was even more intense.

I had no idea how long the drive lasted, but I sucked Josh’s cock the entire way. The unpleasant flavor never went away completely, but it did lessen as I sucked it … not clean, but cleaner. When he came, it was a small, watery load.

I started to pull off him, but he had other ideas. “Keep your mouth on my dick, slave, and don’t spill a drop of my piss,” he ordered.

So, I swallowed as he sprayed his piss inside my mouth. It was no worse than sucking his dick, not that I’d had a choice in either activity. He didn’t let me up until we got wherever we were going. Then Matt said, “Get off his cock and get out of the vehicle.”

I started to grab my shorts, but Matt said, “You won’t need those. Leave them.”

I left them in the seat and got out of the SUV. We’d parked at the side of a narrow two-story house with blue clapboards and white trim. Matt loaded me up with video equipment, including a tripod and a laptop. And he led me along the side of the house to the back door. The house was a little dusty, but not dirty.  We walked through the kitchen into the dining room and then into the living room.

 

Joe Peters

When the visitors arrived at the house, I wanted to warn them off, but I couldn’t. My master had bound me too tight to his will. It had been my fault. I was the one who just had to investigate, to try and find out who I was working for. I’d been recruited while working with the Caring Community for Christ (CCC) on campus. They’d tasked me with helping Pastor Mercy.

Two of the CCC members were also part of a secret group. They called themselves the coterie, and they’d given me a lot, with the promise of even more to come. It wasn’t money, power, or prestige I was after. I’d felt adrift, without a purpose. And they’d offered me one. They’d promised me that I could save people from the supernatural threats around us, the werewolves, the demons, and the witches. I didn’t know any better at the time. I didn’t know that there were worse things out there, like my master. And I didn’t know that not all werewolves, fae and mages were bad people.

And now that I knew, it was too late. I’d been blindsided by misinformation and I’d been too distracted by thoughts of saving Kieran from that werewolf I’d thought was his boyfriend. I was too distracted by thoughts of being a hero. And now I was the furthest thing from a hero. I was the villain of the story. Worse than that, I was one of the villain’s minions.

And the villain’s name was Vasili Radu, and the entire coterie was in thrall to him. And now I was a member, and I couldn’t act against him either. The blood he forced me to drink made sure that I couldn’t cross him.

The visitors were three mundanes. I knew that two of them were expendable nobodies, but Master wanted the tall handsome one as his agent. I didn’t know why he wanted him. He didn’t share his plans with me. But I knew that he would get him if he wanted him. He always did.

I went in and greeted them. Soon the master would be here as well.

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You can read each story in The Concordium Cycle independently, or you can follow the author’s preferred reading order that will blend the stories together. The next chapter in the author’s preferred reading order is The Pack 9. It will be out soon.

Special Thanks to my editor [email protected].

When I got home, without even watching the video I had made of Tom Evans humiliating himself, I downloaded it to my computer and from there to the Cloud and sent it to all my email boxes. It was my treasure and I was going to guard it like a lioness guards her cubs. Only when I had the feeling that no force would discover all the places where I had hidden the video, I could watch it in peace. As soon as I saw the clearly recognizable Tom on his knees performing an energetic handjob, I calmed down and started masturbating with the knowledge of the power I had gained over him. I was very excited. I came almost simultaneously in reality as in the video, watching Tom’s face flooded with my cum.

I wiped myself with a tissue but was looking forward to the time when I didn’t need tissues because I would make Tom my personal cum dumpster. I was sitting there dreaming when my friend Jonathan called me that he got my email with the first video of Tom I recorded. The one where he bought drugs.

“What is this?” he asked, clearly excited. “Don’t tell me you have dirt on Tom Evans!”

Did Jonathan watch the video or did he infer it from the email? It didn’t really matter. He, too, was a victim of Tom Evans’ bullying, so he deserved revenge like me.

“Dirt? I own his ass. He’ll kiss my feet if I tell him to,” I said laughing.

“Dude, I’m begging you, I need to see this!” he was as delighted as I was.

“Sure. He will crawl in front of you too, but be patient. I have to explain his situation to him first and break him properly. Keep your fingers crossed”.

We ended the phone call, laughing at how perverse fate can be. Without waiting any longer, I started writing an e-mail to Tom (I didn’t have his number, but I had all the e-mails of my classmates), which I sent from my anonymous mailbox:

Hi faggot,

I’m sending you two videos I made yesterday. Yes, two. One to end your sport career that I can send to the principal and your coach. The second one that will ruin your relationship with Chloe and your popularity at school that I can send to your teammates and your girlfriend. They should know what you do in the evenings at the pool 😉 If you want me to keep these videos to myself, then come to my house tomorrow at 5 pm. You know where I live. We’ll be alone, so you’ll have plenty of time to convince me to keep these videos to myself.

Your GAY Master

PS My friend has copies of the videos so don’t try anything stupid 😉

 

All I had to do was wait in suspense to see if Tom would follow my instructions. I didn’t go to school the next day on purpose, so as not to see him and his buddies before the appointed meeting time. I lived with my mother, but she traveled a lot to earn some extra money, so I had the house to myself until Sunday.

I spent most of Thursday wondering if Tom had any chance of escaping, but it seemed to me that he would have to murder Jonathan and me to keep the videos secret. The only rational option Tom had was to do as he was told, however humiliating it might be. Any other choice would turn his life totally upside down.

I had been craving to jerk off all day, but held back, wanting to treat my new slave with as much cum as possible. So I just touched myself a little, held myself in constant tension, imagining the look on Tom’s face as he has to swallow the entire load of cum of his former victim he despised so much.

Finally, it was 5 in the afternoon. I was supposed to start a boss raid with my guild in World of Warcraft in half an hour, but I took that into account in my revenge. For now, I just hoped Tom would come and not be late.

I heard knocking almost on time. I opened the door, checking first through the peephole that there was no group in masks with baseball bats behind them. Standing in front of me was about six inches taller than me and much better built Tom. He was wearing a white tank top – showing his wide, perfectly muscular shoulders – shorts, and sneakers (I was barefoot and wearing a Naruto T-shirt). He looked troubled, which made me very happy. His eyes burned with anger at the sight of me, but those sparks were extinguished just as quickly.

“I’m here,” he said and looked briefly around the street as if he was ashamed to be seen at my door.

“Very good. Come on in.” I let him in and he bit his lip trying to say something. I saw him fidget and nervously glance around my house. So I asked: “Do you want to communicate something to me or should I get to the point?”

“Look, Oliver,” he called me by name for the first time in his life, but he avoided my gaze. “I wanted to apologize to you for those few years … I was… I behaved unacceptable. I promise I will never say a bad word about you again. I will protect you and your friends from people like me. You have my word. Just please delete these videos. These are not jokes. They can ruin my life.”

So this was his tactic. I wonder how long he thought about it and how much effort it took him not to threaten me again. The problem is, I knew him, and I knew that apology wasn’t sincere. And even if it was, it couldn’t compensate for the humiliation I’d suffered over the years because of him.

“And you think that’s enough? One minute of humility for my years of trauma? No, Tom. You’ll apologize to me in a way that I like. Now get undressed.”

“What?” he finally looked at me surprised. “You think I’ll do it? Because you have some videos? I’ll say you made me do this handjob!”

I burst out laughing.

“There are only few things I want more than the whole school telling how Oliver Nicholls forced Tom Evans to take a juicy jizz on his face. Everyone will be watching your face flooded with nerd’s cum. You must try very hard to make me prefer to keep it a secret.”

I was amused to watch Tom’s face, who must have imagined the entire school’s reaction to the video going viral, because he turned quite pale. His hand clenched into a fist again. He could easily knock me down and beat me, I wouldn’t stand a chance against him, but it would end up worse for him than for me.

“Okay, perv. Let’s get this over with. I will undress. You will laugh. But that’s the end of it, okay?” he tried to be firm and menacing, but his voice trembled with uncertainty.

“No, this is just the beginning. You have 10 seconds to be naked like the day you were born or I’m sending our tasty video to your girlfriend. On your marks, get set, go!”

Already at the pool, giving him a short time to complete the task worked great, so I tried it again and was satisfied to make sure that Tom was terrified of disseminating the recordings throughout the school. In a panic, he began to undress, and before I counted ten seconds, he was completely naked in front of me. His body was perfectly built, as if it had been sculpted by Michelangelo. I silently admired his chiseled abs and toned thighs. It was obvious that sport was his whole life, which explained why he was so afraid of my threats. Interestingly, as a swimmer, he shaved his body, so he was perfect bitch boy material. His face was red with embarrassment, even though his hands were covering his crotch.

“Hands behind head” I ordered, eager to finally see his cock.

“Please, Oliver…” he started begging me, which I liked, but I had to emphasize the new hierarchy between us.

“Now, twat!” I ordered, surprised myself that I could be so strict and using the word he called me the day before. To my surprise, it worked because Tom bared his crotch and put his hands on the nape of his neck. He wasn’t pale anymore, because his cheeks were burning with shame, and I could admire his big cock, which even while flaccid seemed very impressive.

“You won’t get away with it…” he muttered.

“From now on, if you want to say something, you call me Sir,” I said with a cynical smile.

“Are you crazy?!” he asked in shock.

“You don’t remember, do you? One time when you caught me with your buddies, you made me call you all Sirs too. Well, now the roles have reversed. I own you. You may be the popular leader in school, but when you’re with me, you’re my bitch. And if you care about your career, don’t move.” With that said, I walked over to him and placed my hand on his hot, bare chest. I slowly slid my hand down his abs to finally grab firmly his beautiful cock.

Tom shivered and stared at me as if he couldn’t decide whether to punch me or ask me to leave his manhood alone. But he didn’t dare put his hands down.

“Fuck! Please, Sir! I am not gay! I’m 100% straight!”

Satisfied with his reaction, I started to play with his cock, which, to my delight, began to grow to a size that I could only envy.

“Interesting. You’re not gay but you’re getting hard from my touch,” I teased him, feeling more and more at ease dominating him.

“Because that’s how it works, you idio…” he started insulting me, but then stopped himself. Too late. I flicked him right on the tip of his dick and he yelped in pain. “Sorry, Sir!”

I felt my own cock harden as well. It was right time for my slave to learn his new duties. So I released his dick, slapped his bare, toned ass like some whore and showed him to follow me to my bedroom. Oh, I had so much fun getting revenge on this homophobic asshole!

I sat down in my gaming chair at the computer and showed him the spot under the desk.

“Get in there, bitch.”

Tom stared in horror at the space between my legs and shook his head.

“I’m begging you, Oliv… Sir. You’ve proven right. You won. I’ll pay you cash. I’ll tell good things about you at school. You do not have to do this.” there was nothing of my former bully in his voice. No cruel sense of superiority. He sounded like a loser who had completely lost control of the situation.

“Of course I don’t have to. But I want. You called me a faggot, so now I’m going to call you a faggot. Have you heard the saying – karma is a bitch? Don’t test my patience and get under the desk.” The triumphant smile I wanted to tease my victim didn’t disappear from my face even for a moment.

Tom was devastated, but having no other choice, he dropped to his knees and crawled into the niche between my legs and the wall. He was tall and muscular, so he barely fit in there. To Tom’s dismay I took off my pants and boxers, sitting up again with my legs apart, naked from the waist down.

“Put your hands on my feet,” I ordered, glancing at him from above, what he did with some hesitation. “All right. You must not take your hands from my feet under any circumstances. Your career depends on it, understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” he sighed.

“Good. Now start sniffing my balls while I log into the game server.”

“What?!” his voice trembled in horror.

“Are you deaf, fag?” I asked and grabbed his blond hair brutally, pulling his face to my crotch until his nose buried in my sweaty scrotum. “Sniff. My. Balls. Through your nose, loud and deep, so I can hear”.

It was music to my ears. His loud breaths were trembling with anguish as he reluctantly inhaled the musky scent of my ball sack. I could see by his face that he was deeply disgusted, but he had no choice. During this time, I logged into the World of Warcraft server where I was supposed to meet my guild. As I did, I pressed Tom’s face even harder to my balls and decided to make him realize something:

“Mmm, remember how you used to make me smell sweaty jockstraps in the locker room after PE? As a special thanks to you, I haven’t showered since yesterday so you can smell even more masculine scent than you gave me.”

He made a pitiful whimper in response, but continued to sniff my balls, afraid to disobey me. Meanwhile, my hardening penis rested on his forehead so he began to helplessly shake his head in vain. The day turned out even better than I imagined.

I saw that my guild in WoW was slowly gathering, so I had to plug in with a microphone and headphones, but first I wanted to give Tom a task during the boss raid.

“Good boy,” I praised him, looking into his suffering eyes, between which my cock was slowly getting wet and throbbing on his forehead with excitement. “Now I’m going to play an MMORPG with the mic turned on, so you need to be quiet. You don’t want anyone to hear your whines. I can’t orgasm while gaming, so I won’t make you give me a blowjob just yet, but you’ll take my dick in your mouth anyway. Are you familiar with the concept of cock warming?”

Tom’s horrified look was priceless. He peeled his face off my scrotum and tried to beg me again, “Sir, I’ll do anything but that! It’s too much! Please, I’ll keep sniffing!”

I grinned.

“I’m glad you’re so eager to offer to sniff my nerd balls, I’ll be sure to remember that, but you’re not in a position to negotiate. Here’s the deal. Until I’m done playing, you don’t take your hands off my feet and you hold my cock in your mouth. If you let it out of your faggot mouth even for a moment, I’m sending the videos. Now do what I told you to. I’m counting to three. One…”

Tom was shaking all over, but defiantly he opened his mouth and wrapped it around my shaft. I just pushed his head a little to show him how deep I expect him to hold me in his mouth. I moaned in pleasure as I felt the wet warmth on my stiffening manhood. I thanked fate for this turn of events. Normally, no one this amazingly handsome would give me head, and now I had him on his knees between my legs. His wide opened eyes betrayed that every second of the act was torture for him, but his humiliation turned me on as much as the physical sensations.

Still staring into his eyes, I started taunting him:

“You see? Just yesterday you said you’d never take a dick, especially mine, in your mouth and look. Who’s the loser now? Get used to the taste and keep my delish dick warm while I start playing. It shouldn’t take more than two hours.”

Hearing about two hours, Tom with his mouth full could only make a loud noise of protest, but I showed him to keep quiet. Then I put on my headphones and turned on the microphone.

“Hi everyone! All there? No problem. I have time.”

It is 8:00 AM and I live in the Town  Marutenstudson and I am in my room and last night I watched the series the magicians season 9 and supernatural academy season 2 and I watched The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina Season 8 this morning when I’m watching the CAOS I’m working out. When I was done I stripped off my working-out outfit and put them in the laundry basket and I grabbed a robe and put it on and  I left my room and open my bedroom door and walked into the hallway and I looked around while I was going down the hall and down passing my brother’s rooms. I went down the stairs and went to one of the two bathrooms we have. We have one in the front of the house it’s the one that guests usually use and we have one on in the back next to the staircase to the basement it t two times the size of the one on the front.

I walked into the bathroom and the color of the bathroom is Red, Yellow, Blue, and White and it looks like a mix of the River High bathrooms and La Bonne Nuit. The bathroom has two showers middle and Big and two bathtubs middle in the front bathroom and X Large in the large. I put Rode on the hook with my name on it(Jaxdan Bromenwood)and walked into the shower and turn on the shower and I started rubbing a loofah on a stick in soap all over my body while the water drops started to come down on me and going down my body. I look through the window in the wall of the shower and I rubbing the loofah on a stick across both on my arms and my chest. Went the bathroom door open and one of my Dad Miguel’s brothers Mariano Guzmenwood came into the room listening to music and dancing with his eyes closed and walking into the bathroom and opening his role color is purple and blue with golden rims and after that he bumping the door closed with his hip and his my dad has a matching one but in silver at the edges. 

He is walking towards me with his eyes still closed and still listening to music and dancing and he walked to where his Hook is and took off his robe with his eyes still closed and hangs it up and opens the shower door and closed it and he put his phone onto one of the shelves of the shower wall. My Uncle Mariano Guzmenwood turn off the music and the Bluetooth and turn off he is earbuds when he was doing and he forgot he didn’t turn on the shower because of the music he was distracted so when he opened his eyes and saw me he remembered because we were facing each other both completely naked and both with a half of hard on.

Well, Uncle look at the situation we got ourselves into we were both distracted by my uncle and he got distracted by with his music and I was distracted by seeing him naked and stuff. Well, Jaxdan did not expect Wake up this morning and be face to face with my nephew and we are both butt naked with a half erection and Well I have always been open sexually and so is your dad’s and I making your brothers are too but I’m not 100% sure about them. why don’t we help each other with our morning wood if you know what I mean.

But first, why don’t I help you wash yourself and with that, he grabbed two loofah glove-like thing and put it on and put some soap on it he got behind and reached his hand around me to my front and started using it on me. The feeling of my uncle’s hands soaping up my body and touching and lightly massaging me as well feels so good and he pressed his body against mine to feel it against himself and to easier to soap me up and massage me. Uncle Mariano this feels soo good and you’re really good at this and when it’s my turn the favor I hope I do a great job with you. Well, I can tell you enjoy my work so far on you dear nephew because you’re Cock is fully hard and it just begging to be touched and I think I said I should give it some attention. If that he reached down with one of his hands and started cleaning my balls while playing and lightly massaging on and the feeling of his hand and the technique he used made it feel soo great. Then started doing many things to make my body feel amazing and every part of my body feels like electricity going through it and the sounds made by us our bodies and the water add to the experience. (Jaxdan) He got in front of me and started messing with my nipples playing with them then started to suck on them and I looked at them and said
you like my nipples, don’t you?

(Mariano) Yes, I do and I also like my nipples played and sucked. when I saw your juicy nipples and most of your body when we went swimming lately I noticed your body is getting fit in starting to look good. Then he continued to suck on one of my nipples while playing with the other. He did he switched back and forth for a little while then he picked me up and turned me upside down so our dick are in each other’s faces he looked at my dick and said your dick looks perfect for a guy your age and I know you still have some growing to do. Oh, Jaxdan.I want you and your strong body and your cock. Well Uncle Mariano you have a great-looking face and body and cock and balls yourself and you always smell nice. Thanks for having the compliment dear nephew I like those qualities about you and you do smell awesome yourself and Oh Jaxdan you are driving me crazy with desire lately I wanted to have some fun with you and even let you do stuff to me but first I want to make you feel great. With that I started sucking on my nephew’s dick I really love having an experience like this and my nephew’s dick his tastes so great and he is doing good on mine as well I should tell him and I love that I took out his dick and say you’re doing great, Jaxdan. yeees, suck my cock! I continue sucking on his dick. MMH…! HMPH! HARW SLUC. I was getting close so I stopped and said to my nephew uh, boy… wait I’m About To Cum. wait to stop! please. gulp hmph?! you are awesome, but I don’t wanna cum just yet! Jaxdan look at me and said Оh, уеаh well you are doing pretty good at yourself.

I was happy knowing he was enjoying it as well then I said to him I want to enjoy you a little bit longer! let me focus on you. you and your tasty ass. So I got all my knees and pull apart my nephew’s butt cheeks and examined it. I’m getting you ready and I looked at it and I could tell he was already so I asked him are did you already yourself from something before? (Jaxdan)Well uncle I was having a little fun this morning and because lately I am getting quite horny lately.

(Mariano)I am, hungry for your hole. you are about to get some attention but this time to your hole! My nephew, He looked at me with excitement and nervousness and said yes! Please! And with that, I pull pushed apart his butt cheeks and put my face between his ass that I know for a fact he keeps clean because of my brothers teaching them to clean every part of themselves quite well. I give my nephew a good rimming job and he made so many sexual noises Aaah! I See You Like Being Warmed Up. And after I was done with his ass I told him Hi, Jaxdan can put your hands on the self that spans the bathroom wall and is filled with some stuff or the bar in front of you that is under the detachable shower head and another control panel. He put his hands on the bar in front of him and he bent down a little bit more. Moaned and so a few other things and then says he’s ready for my Dick? Ah…Please Be Careful! Are you sure you’re ready for it, can you? let’s fuck! Haaa…! Jaxdan is your hole ready for my cock.

 (Jaxdan) yes, I am ready for it and I’m still a bit nervous but thank you for asking. (Mariano) Jaxdan can you take up your right leg and relax? I aimed my Johnson put it into my nephew just called slowly and when I was getting it in there I looked up and told him I’m halfway in at the moment so if you need a moment before I put the rest of it in.AAAH! (Jaxdan) I am ready for the rest of your Dick! Wow, (Mariano)You Are Tight nephew. you are nearly there my little champion. If you want to stop just say it.

 (Jaxdan)Oh, yes, I am ready for it push it in. SLAP SLAP Alright? HAR AHH. It Is Huge! Go On! it’s fantastic. POUND ME! Smack Smack. (Mariano) Fuck. This Looks So Hot!  How Your Tight Ass Takes My Dick. How Your Hole Swallows feel with My Huge cock. (Jaxdan)fucking amazing! (Mariano)I Never Thought Boys Could Make Me So Horny.SLIDE  Aha. You Look so Good? Your Ass Has, Being Filled Up By My Dick. Yes.! AHH! Bend Over a bit more! Yes. 

Hi, Jaxdan do you Mind If I Go Harder?AAHMPH! you are driving me nuts!

Press (Jaxdan) I Don’t Mind. Give It To Me!

Fuck Me! Yes.!.(Mariano) I’m Gonna Fuck Your Sweet Little Ass. ‘Jaxdan You Scream My Name! Aaahh.Yes! Deep Inside Your Thirsty Hole! Smack Smack HA AAH…Smack

DO YOU LIKE THAT? My Huge, Hard, Throbbing Cock Deep Inside Your Ass?

Yes I do like it uncle the things you’re doing to my body makes it feel so good can’t wait to try the favor.

I’m glad to hear that My Sweet Boy.. okay now I’m changing your position hold me tight. With that, I turned him and picked pick him up and told him to put his legs around my waist and he did and I entered him again. it feels so good! Fuck Me, Mariano? My Sexy Nephew. I am So Deep in my nephew Jaxdan Ass. (Jaxdan(Wow! I Love Having You So Deep Inside Of Me! you are driving me crazy! Me Too Sweety, Me Too!

so much, I even came already. (Mariano) Oh, Really! Do You Need A Break? (Jaxdan)you know I can go several times. (Mariano)Oh, Yes. Hold Tight. I Want To Have You In Front Of Me And I Want To See How You Squirm With Pleasure. (Jaxdan) Go On Fucking Me!. (Mariano) looks so yummy! your sweet hole. I it bit Hungry For My Dick. Feels So Amazing!

Take It All In. Haaah.Yes.! You Look So Beautiful And Sweet When I Fuck You!

My Dick In Your Tight Hole! Your Sweet tasting Cum that spots onto my chest and Chin and I was curious so I ran my finger in it and put it into my mouth it was so good as good as mine.

 I am so curious When It Is Your Turn To Do Me! (Jaxdan( Oh, Mariano yees Fuck Me. Fuck Me Hard! (Mariano)YOU LOOK SO SEXY BEING FUCKED! you should see yourself! wow. Spread Your Legs Wide For Me You Sexy Boy! ,(Jaxdan) Yes, Uncle Fuck Me, Fuck Me Hard! You can Cum Deep Inside Me! As long as you clean up yourself.(Mariano)A few minutes later About To Cum Too! I’ll Shoot Deep Inside of You! Aaah. wow! (Jaxdan)This Was Awesome! I Was So Horny. (Mariano) you, your spread legs, your tight hole, wrapping my dick. too good! You Shot So Deep. I could feel it in me. Some of his cum is leaking out of my ass. And I told him about it so he knew me to a 6’9 position and started licking up my ass and I decided to give him a handjob so I jacked his cock while he was doing my ass just a few minutes we had a another orgasm.

After came down from orgasm we cleaned up and finish showering and a few other things and I told my uncle to follow me to my bedroom so I can have mine trying with his body and you look at me with a sexy grin and said sure I can’t wait to see what you have mine and we put our pajamas and robes into the laundry suit that was in the bathroom and we left the bathroom naked and we had it to my bedroom.

Jim Lopez had been obsessed with Thor for a long time.  His friends might have liked other superheroes like Spider Man or Bat Man, but he loved Thor, The God of Thunder. Jim never missed an issue of any comic book in which Thor appeared. He also became interested in Norse mythology and learned all he could about the origins of the real Thor myth that was different from the comic book version.

“You are Thor crazy,” his friend Mike would tease.

Jim did not care Thor was his hero. His fantasy about the character changed, as he got older.  Thor has been a friend and protector when he was kid but once he became a teenager Thor became a love object. He would jerk off dreaming of the God of Thunder satisfying his teen-age lust.  Jim had searched for real life Norse muscle god in vain. He was an attractive but nerdy gay young man. The muscle dudes who he saw at the gym never gave him a second look.  Thor as his lover would always remain a fantasy.

One night he was walking home after work. He lived in a neighborhood that had been safe until the city had made budget cuts in the police force and crime had increased. He always took the same route through the park,

“You got a light buddy,” the man said from the shadows.

“Sorry no” Jim said.

“What’s the rush bud? “ a second voice

Jim had seen these two men before. They were both dressed in jeans and tight t-shirts.

“Sorry I don’t have time” Jim said but the men blocked his way.

“You don’t like us? “The first thug said.

“No, it’s not that.”

“I think he likes you.”

“Yeah, I see the way he checks out my bulge.”

“You go the wrong idea,” Jim said.

“Come on I know you want this, “the man said grabbing his crotch.

Jim knew he had to get out of the situation.

“You live near here? “

“No, I’m meeting a friend “Jim lied.

“Is he is a fag too?”

Jim hated that word.  He wished he would have punched the guy in the mouth, but it was two against one and he knew he would not stand a chance, so he ran.

“Get the queer!” the tall one shouted.

Jim was faster than two thugs but, in his speed, to get away he stepped the wrong way and twisted his ankle.

“Shit!’ Jim said as he smashed his face on the pavement.

The two out of breath thugs stood over him.

“You are going to get it now homo!’

The tall one said kicking Jim in the stomach.

“Going to teach to respected real men,” the other said brandishing a switchblade.

Jim  became terrified.

There was rumble of thunder in the distance.

“You are going use your mouth on this “the tall one said unzipping his fly.

Jim tried to stand but the pain on his ankle was too strong.

“Hold him down,” he said.

A second rumble of thunder right over their heads

“Get off me! “Jim tried to fight back.

There was loud crack of thunder.

Jim could not believe who was standing in front of him Thor himself wielding his massive hammer.

“What the fuck?!” the thug was startled by the giant standing in front of him

Thor turned and with one powerful punch sent the thugs flying.

“Who are you “Jim asked.

            “The God of Thunder” Thor said in a deep masculine voice.

“Thor.” Jim could not believe the sight of this 6’11-inch, 240 lbs. giant whose body seemed to be made of rippling muscles.

“Are you hurt?” Thor asked examining Jim.

“I think I sprained my ankle” Jim tried to stand up.

“Let me help you “Thor said and lifted Jim in his massive hand. 

Jim was 5’6’’, 150 lbs. and felt like a child next to the God of Thunder

“I’ll be OK Thor “

Jim felt Thor’s powerful arms embrace him.         

“What are you doing” Jim asked.

“Taking you to a healing place” Thor said as he picked up the weakened human and in one leap vanished into the sky.

Jim looked down and down and saw the ground disappeared beneath them.  

“Oh my God “he thought “This can’t be happening.”

But it was real not a dream.

Jim clung to Thor as they dashed across space and time. The cross dimensional journey was too stressful on the human body and Jim and he lost consciousness.

“Are you feeling better my friend”?

Jim opened his eyes and saw Thor.

“What happened to me? “Jim asked.

“The journey is not easy on humans,”

“Journey?  Where are we? “Jim was confused.

“Asgard” Thor said and pointed to the windows of the chamber. Jim could not believe his eyes. A city of gold and silver towers stretched as the eyes could see.

“Why did you bring me here? “

“You called for me, “Thor said.

“And you saved my life.”

“That is what heroes do “

Jim noticed that someone had bandaged his ankle.

“I should get back to Earth.”

“No need to rush. Time is different here. You need the healing waters, removed your garments, and join me.”

Thor had a very masculine but gentle tone.

“My name is Jim.”

“I like that name is suits you.”

Jim pulled off his shirt.

“You have a lean but strong body” Thor said and touched Jim’s shoulder.

“ Can I have a robe? “

“A servant will fetch you one “Thor said.

“Where are you going? “

“I have duties, the servant will show you the healing waters.”

The bath chamber was a large bubbling tub, which had been carved from the rock.  Jim removed his robe and stepped in. He felt the water relax and heal his aching muscles. Jim leaned back and enjoyed himself. The water was stimulating his cock and balls. He was getting a hard on as if someone were massaging him. Jim started to jerk off.  He closed his eyes and imagined what Thor looked like naked. The Norse giant had a ten-inch cock. Jim imagined how it would feel to suck on that massive shaft.

“This feels good” Thor said.

Jim opened his eyes and saw the Norse God sitting on the other side of the tub.

“How long have you been watching me?”

“Pleasuring yourself?” Thor winked at Jim.

“Yes -I mean no!” Jim said.

“Don’t warriors bathe together on Earth?”

“Sometimes but I prefer privacy.”

Thor laughed and sat next to Jim.

“You can see I’m aroused too” Thor said pointing to his hard cock.

Jim was trying not to stare at Thor’s huge dick.

“Don’t’ you enjoy another man’s touch? “Thor said and placed Jim’s hand on his hairy chest.

“Yes, I do” Jim loved the feel of Thor’s furry muscles.

“I’ve never been with a human man before” Thor gave Jim a deep kiss.

“Well, I’ve never made love to a God” Jim felt Thor’s cock beneath the water.

Thor reached in between Jim’s legs and squeezed the human’s ball.

“Oh’ Jim moaned.

” You like that my friend?”

“Yes” Jim said as he felt Thor’s huge fingers on his ass.

Thor lifted Jim and placed him over his hard cock.

“Relax Jim relax” Thor whispered into his ear as he slowly introduced his massive cock into the human’s tight ass.

Jim felt no pain as the Norse god’s thick tool penetrated him.  The magical healing waters had lubricated him enough to feel only pleasure.

“This is how men make love Jim.”

“Fuck me Thor” Jim said loving the feeling of the cock thrusting in and out of his willing ass.

“Thor turned Jim around until they were face to face.

Jim wrapped his arms around Thor’s thick neck and kissed him.

The water in the pool changed colors with the lover’s growing passion from blue to gold.

Jim was in ecstasy as he rode the Norse God’s engorged cock.  He had never felt pleasure like this before; it was so intense he came without touching himself.

“Ah yes” Thor flooded Jim’s ass with his cum

Jim did not want to get off Thor’s cock that was still hard within his now sticky ass.

“Oh, Thor fuck me again please.”

“Later my boy we must rest now.”

Thor carried Jim to his bedchamber.

“I want more “Jim said feeling Thor’s still hard cock.

“Pleasure me then” Thor said caressing the human’s sensuous lips.

Thor spread his massive hairy thighs letting Jim have full access to his cock and balls. 

“Enjoying yourself?” Thor caressed the back of Jim’s head.

Jim kept milking the Norse Gods shaft he wanted to feel Thor’s cum in his mouth.

“You are a skillful lover,” Thor was enjoying the pleasure Jim was giving him.

“I want your load Thor!”

“Take it lad!” Thor said as he orgasms into the human’s mouth. 

Jim loved the feel of the warm liquid flooding his throat.

“Are you satisfied now? “Thor asked.

“Yes” Jim said licking his lips.

Thor kissed Jim. He knew he had the made the right choice by bringing this human to Asgard.           

“I love you Thor” Jim wrapped his arms around Thor’s hairy chest.

“Sleep now my sweet lad” Thor kissed Jim on the forehead.

Jim heard a woman’s voice calling him.

“Mr. Lopez?”

He opened his eyes and came to face to face with a nurse.

“Yes?” Jim was disappointed that Thor was not around.  He was in a hospital emergency room.

“How are you feeling?” the nurse asked checking his chart.

Jim realized he was in an emergency room.

“You were lucky the police officers stopped the assault.”

“Police brought me here?” Jim asked.

“Yes, one of them is outside he wants to talk to you” the nurse said.

Jim was trying to remember what happened after the two muggers hit him but all he could think of was Thor.

“Mr. Lopez?”

Jim looked up and gasped.  The police officer standing by his bed looked like Thor well as close to Thor as the average human could look.  The man was tall with blonde hair and neatly trimmed beard.  His police uniform barely contain his well-muscled body.

“Yes” Jim stammered.

“I would like to ask you some questions?” the police officer said in a very soothing masculine voice.

“Sure Officer? “

“Osborne, Dave Osborne” he said.

“Did you bring me here?” Jim said sitting up.

“My partner and I interrupted the attack,” Osborne explained.

“I was lucky you guys were passing by,” Jim said.

“Tell me what happened?” Osborne asked.

“I was minding my own business, on my way home taking a short cut through the park when these two thugs started harassing me.”

“Why do you think they did that?” Osborne asked.

            “They were gay bashers!”

“That’s a different kind of crime.”

“I should have fought back.”

“They might have killed you” Osborne said.

“I’m no wimp,”

“Listen I’m gay too” Osborne said.

“You are?” Jim said and noticed the police officer had rainbow flag pinned to his jacket.

“Yeah, and I get where you’re coming from.”

“Well, I’m sure nobody would try to beat you up?”

“There are different forms of gay bashing my friend” Osborne said and touched Jim’s shoulder.

“I guess” Jim looked at the detective’s handsome face and imagined  what it would feel like to kiss him,

“You’ll be fine Jim” Osborne said. Jim felts as if the officer wanted to hug him .

“Thanks” Jim touched the officer’s muscular shoulder

The nurse walked back into the room.

“You can go home now Mr. Lopez.”

“Great”

“Is someone picking you up?” Osborne asked.

“No, I’ll get an Uber.”

“I can give you a lift,” Osborne said.

“Sure, if you don’t mind?”

“No problem”

“Thanks again”

“I’ll be waiting outside “the police officer walked out of the room.  

 Jim got out of bed. His body ached from the beating but had a feeling that Officer Osborne would soon make him feel better. And then he heard the rumble of thunder in the distance.

 The End