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  • Eric & Joseph MD Go on Vacation

    Joseph and I meet in Bozeman, Montana, at the airport, rent a car and drive to the lodge in the Yellow Stone Park. We arrive around 2  PM, check in and have a late lunch at the lodge. We both are in high spirts and very horny as it has been 4 and one half months since we have laid eyes on each other or had erotic cum producing sex. We are shivering, covered in goose bumps and full of cum needing release. We are like two animals in need of hours of beastly wild rough physical man on man sweaty flesh on flesh sex as it has been too long since our last sex with each other. Here is a description of what we did that first night for hours desperate to catch up as our lust was overwhelming.

    “Hey Joseph, man you’re so sexy and I often dream of us having wild sex during these times we are apart and often shoot a huge load in my wet dream. Oh how I love your thick big hard 8 inch uncut cook as it has drilled my ass and my throat unloading so many thick warm loads of man semen in my ass ands mouth. And your cum has an incredible sweet taste as I have swallowed it many times, mmmm no guy’s cum can match how delicious yours is. Babe it is so good to see you, hold you in my arms, smell that special man odor, feel your flesh, feel that hard cock on my skin and your amazing kisses as you drive that tongue deep inside my throat. I love the smell and taste of your salvia. OH FUCK, I am so horny right now for you and your cock.”

    “FUCK ERIC BABY, I am so filled with lust and desire for us to make love once again. I too often have a wet dream shooting my man seed dreaming of us having wild rough sex. I often tell you how many gallons of semen I have shot since we met and became lovers, mmmm I too love the taste of your cum and man that blond body has me ready to fuck all week. Your deep blue eyes penetrate my soul and the seduction they bring to my lust for you. FUCK LETS STRIP NAKED AND MAKE WILD SEX ALL NIGHT. I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO HORNY AND MY 8 INCH COCK IS PULSATING AND SPEWING GOBS OF PRECUM WANTING TO DEVOUR YOU.” 

    “Hey Baby Joseph, I want you to take charge and let me be your bitch, slut, and whore tonight. On another night you can be my bitch, whore and slut. Use me tonight in any way that makes you turned on and come over and over. Man you’re so sexy, hot and such a stud, I want you so bad.”

    Joseph, such a handsome brown haired dude with green sexy seductive eyes, a solid 190 pounds standing around 5 feet and 11 inches  with that diamond hard 8 inch uncut leaking cock staring at me with such mischief intent as we are now butt naked that I am eager to have my man handle me rough and consume me as we suck cock, taste cum and my man pussy drilled over and over tonight filling me with his warn protein.

    “Fuck Eric you’re so beautiful. I love that Swedish looking blond curly hair down to the base of your neck, blue sexy eyes luring me in fro wild French kisses, almost hairless sun tanned tennis built body, blond fuzz pubic hair surrounding your thick smooth rock hard 7 inch cut cock, and holy fuck those are such large low hanging balls full off cum that I want to lick, suck and take in my mouth. You look like a guy that has just posed as a male model and just think you’re mine. I love the taste of your thick warm semen. Now get on the bed on your back, spread those sexy light blond fuzzed legs and show me that hairless pink puckering ass, mmmm that is the most sexy man pussy I have ever seen and I have seen lots of guy’s assholes and yours is the best and wow you know how to milk my cock for the most amazing cum shot and incredible orgasms I ever have. How do you use those ass muscles sphincter to service my cock until I blast the largest loads I ever have. Man I want you to milk my cock dry tonight. But first I am going to put a blind fold your eyes so I can surprise you with some special kinky things. “

    Joseph puts a blind fold on my eyes as I spread my legs very wide ready for his surprise. I feel him put some type of cock ring around my balls, he lubes my balls and ass, and I feel him push what feels like a battery driven dildo deep in my ass as he uses that toy to massage my prostate driving me to the edge of an orgasms, wow that is so fucking hot. As that dildo is vibrating deep in my ass, shit I feel Joseph using his lips and tongue to eat my ass, wow he is so great at rimming ass and fuck I am being eaten while that dildo is wildly vibrating taking care of my insides and especially my prostate has never been more satisfied. The Joseph continues to use that dildo while he begins to service my balls. He is licking, sucking and playing with my balls driving me close to the edge. He starts taking one of my balls at a time deep in his warm mouth over and over. I begin to buck up my ass and cry out: “HOLY FUCK, FUCK YEA, FUCK YEA DON’T STOP, I WANT YOU SO BAD JOSEPH, PLEASE FUCK ME WITH THAT HUGE 8 INCH COCK, PLEASE BREED ME, PLEASE FUCK ME, I WANT TO BE YOUR FUCKING SLUT, YOUR BITCH TONIGHT, USE ME FOR YOU PLEASURE. PLEASE TAKE HOLD OF ME AND MAKE ME CUM.”   

    Next he takes that dildo out of my man pussy and replaces it with three of his fingers as he really works over my prostate as he also uses those fingers to spread any sphincter and out ass walls to open up my experienced ass. Then I feel him take a string of sex beads and drive them deep in my ass until they are all inside of me, he twist them around and then slowly pulls them out making me ready and eager to host his huge 8 inch uncut cock for a rough fuck, oh how I want that cock in me now.

    Soon I feel his huge cock head wet with precum run up and down my ass crack as my ass puckers desiring to be filled with his magic cock. Then it happens as I feel his cock head begin to split my ass crack and slowly he pushes that beating and pulsating leaking cock all the way in my ass. He starts slowly going in and out my wet lubed ass over and over until he begins to move fast in and out as that cock head pounds my prostate as I whimper and moan in pure animal lust for that cock. As he fucks me rough, he lowers his body on top of me as I feel his warm flesh on top of me and uses his sexy pink wet lips to begin kissing me and it is not long until he uses his tongue to part my lips and uses that tongue to to go deep in my throat as we  wildly begin French kissing.  Soon our salvia is running out off our mouths and down onto our naked chests, mmmm it is so hot.

    Finally he moves his body up and off of me as he begins to wildly fuck my ass until I feel his cock head swell and fuck he pulls out that beating cock and shoots his load all over my ass until he is almost spent and then uses his rock hard cock to collect up his cum off my outer ass and plunge that cum and his cock back in me filling my ass with his cum. I am in heaven feeling all that fuck with my blind fold still on. Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck I need to get off.

    Next I feel his cock come close to my mouth as I open my mouth and I suck that cum covered cook clean. I beg Joseph that I need to come so he goes down on my pulsating cock and takes it deep in his mouth and sucks it wildly as he plays with my balls. It is not long until I shoot a huge load of semen deep in his throat. We kiss and enjoy that protein cum. Then he takes off my blind fold and we spend lots of time wildly kissing before we go to the shower and clean up. 

    We rest and are getting ready for Joseph to use me again over and over for the night.

  • Daddy’s Property

    “Boy where are you” daddy called. Dad never called me by my name it was always boy I never knew why. He also said my mother was just a dumb cunt he used one day that lied about birth control and suddenly disappeared after I was born. Dad always seemed like he hated me, he would usually ignore me when I asked questions and would basically treat me like a pet. Even though there was a bedroom connected to dad’s room but he made me sleep in a dog bed he bought in his room. I was also Never allowed to enter the bedroom. I was small for my age (17) 5’2 and 110 lb. Which was quite different from my dad ( 39) 6’2 and 210 lb of solid muscle. Suddenly things started changing the day before my birthday. He had me drink something right before going to sleep that night saying that it was something every boy did before 18 and once I drank it I passed out and everything turned black.

    When I woke up on my 18 birthday I couldn’t figure out where I was, wait this is the bedroom connected to dads room. I was spread eagle and naked hanging with my hands tied to chains in the ceiling and my feet chained to the floor. I called out for dad and he walked through the door. “Finally you’re awake you stupid slut”. Did he just call

    Me a slut? “Yes I just called you a slut. Now that you’re 18 I can finally tell you what you were always meant to be. When I fucked your dumb cunt of a mother I did mean to get her knocked up. You know why? So I could have a slut fag like you to train from birth to me personal faggot. I have been feeding you a special elixir that makes you drawn to me and my scent. But I couldn’t actually train you sexually because you were underage but now I can.” What. I was too shocked to process anything. But he was right I had always been drawn to him and his musky scent. I would sometimes sniff his old workout shorts and inhale his scent. “Now for what I actually want from you. You are nothing but my property got it. I had you surgically and magically altered last night so all your nonvital organs have been removed so you can accommodate any size of anything I want to put inside you. You also don’t need water or food anymore, instead you need Cum and piss to survive. The longer you go without it the more you crave it and the more willing you are to do anything to get it.” My head was spinning with all this information. But I knew he was right I was already getting horny for his cum and piss. “Now for a few house rules:

    1: you are to always be in this jockstrap and dog collar

    2: I am your master and you are my property so you will do whatever I say

    3: you will refer to me as master or sir at all times” while saying these rules he put on the jockstrap on me, it perfectly framed my ass and he attached the collar with a leash attached to it. Then he unchained me and had me walk on all fours to him as he sat down on the couch. I kneeled to his crotch when he slapped my face. “Bitch did I say you can come to my crotch? Suck on my toes like you would my cock.” I sucked on his toes with my tongue cleaning his feet for what seemed like hours. When suddenly he grabbed my hair and pulled me up, spit on my face, and shoved my mouth onto his dick. I never noticed how huge his dick was until now and it wasn’t even fully hard. It was already 10.5 inches as he rammed it into my throat but I could feel it growing. He then pulled me onto his dick all the way and held me there as I choked and tried my best to breathe through my nose. Holy shit I could feel his cock growing even more down my throat it was like it was inside my stomach. He spit on my face and took a picture of my with snot out my nose and his giant dick stuffed down my throat. I could feel the dick bulging my throat out. Then I felt a warm liquid flow down it. He was pissing inside me. As soon as he was done he pulled me off like a cocksleeve and turned me around with my ass facing toward him. “This here is my pussy that made” he then spat on it and started eating it. That was the best sensation I’ve ever felt. Then after a few min he stopped, stood up, and I could feel his giant dick at my entrance. “This is going to hurt as I shove my 15 inch dick inside you but trust me you’ll soon love and crave it like a whore. I was scared but then I felt him plunge it inside me without a care that I was screaming. He just stuffed my face with his fingers to shut me up and continued stuffing my pussy. Tears flowed down my face due tk the sheer size of it and I felt my stomach expand and you could see his dick outline from my stomach. Then the pain stopped and it felt so good. Too good. Then he started fucking me like a jackhammer as I screamed and moaned in pleasure. After fucking me in 10 different position for an hour and thoroughly destroying my pussy, dad screamed that he was cumming and I felt gallons and gallons of cum fill me up. He was so deep inside me that the cum flowed out through my mouth. Once he was done cumming he didn’t pull out, instead he started pissing inside me. Finally he pulled out of my destroyed pussy and I lay on the floor covered in Cum, spit, and piss. Dad finally stood up, lifted me up, and I thought he was taking me to the bathroom but he walked to the front door. It was night out so no one saw my dad carrying his naked, collared, son that looked like a cheap whore to the little shed we had out front. There I saw a sign that pointed inside that said “Fag for Use: 1 dollar per entry.” I couldn’t believe my own father was going to whore me out for just a dollar per person. He really thought I was just a worthless fag born to please men, and I suppose I was. Inside there was a post with a chain and he attached to my collar and left me on the floor. On the wall there were a few dildos and sex toys too. On the other walls there was a strange contraption. Dad grabbed the chain and dragged me over the contraption. He forced me to my kees to put me inside and it covered my entire body like a metal rib cage and tied my hands behind my back. He then attached the leash above so I had to look up. Then he attached a strange mask to my face and a tube that entered the mask. The tube led to the urinal next to me. “Yea if they want they can just piss straight on you too. And bitch if you want to take you out then they can do that too. You are public property now and anyone can do anything to you. I don’t care if they wanna rape you with a beer bottle you will take it like the cheap slutty fag whore you are.” And dad left me there. I was there for a week all night and day chained up and used. He came in after a week was over and told me he made 100 dollars so for the next week everyone can use me for free and left again. 

  • D’Kass Black Presents Jail’s Bait: Chains & Cuffs (Book 3)

    I was in da shower, rinsing off from earlier this mornin- Joop hadda get up early for his first day at the new gig at the mall so I hadda send him off wit a smile on his lips… so ta speak.

    I reached behind me to scrub my ass an felt how my hole still felt puffd up an a lil sore- it always wuz like dat right after me an Joop fukkd.  I smiled thinkin of how he had got me against da wall a couple hourz ago, poundin da shyt outta me wit his big ass dick, excited az hell about his first day at work.  Standin there in da shower fingerin my ass, I hoped that our lil session helped him calm down some.  My dick got all hard then an I thought about jerkin it but I figured I’d save da nutt for Joop when he got off later.  He was working at the store I copped his Timbs from for his comin home party last year, where I had got dat hoe for Rah-Rah cuzzin DJ Slyyce to fuck as payment for him D.J.’in da party.  Not dat she knew the real reason she got to come to the party beforehand, though.  Girls can be a sukka for a pretty face nicca- and I knew she still worked there as a manager so Joop’ll be iight since he a pretty nicca too.  Thinkin bout how pretty SHE was, however, kept my dick up though.

    I turned off the water and picked up the short face towel.  I started dryin off my hair and, butt-ass and drippin, I went into my bedroom and grabbed my large towel off da bed, not lookin at what I was doin wit my face all in da towel.  I bent over and started dryin my legs- and that’s when I realized that something in the room was… off.

    I didn’t feel alone.

    I stood up and, my dick still at half-mast, turned and looked behind me.

    Rah-Rah was sittin on the chair in the corner by the window, a wide-eyed look on his face.

    I jumped, startled out of my skin.  “YO SUNN-” I yelped, fallin back on the bed stumbling.

    Rah-Rah still aint said not one word by this time.  I suddenly remembered I was still butt-ass, with a half-hard dick which was slowly moving back and forth right in front of Rah-Rah, who hadn’t blinked or nuthin,  just sat there starin at me naked.

    I grabbed my towel and put it in front of me.  “AY YO- how did you get in hurr,” I said, still shook.  “No one’s home to let you in.”

    “The door was open,” Rah-Rah said, still starin at the bulge under my towel.  I was waitin for you to get outta da shower.”

    “Why you aint say nuthin, yell out ta let me know you wuz there?” I spat out, tryin to wrap my towel round myself without him seein what he wasn’t posed to see.  “You just sittin there; damn, let a nicca know when you up in his crib..!”

    “Sorry, I-” he started ta say, and then he turned his face away.  “Yo get dressd,” he said, gettin up and goin for the door. “I’ll wait in da hall for you ta-”

    “Naw, we men yo,” I said casually, hatin dat I hadda say it- “u could stay right there, we got da same shyt.”

    He like hesitated, and then sat back down, lookin da other way.  We started talkin bout lil lite shyt while I finishd dryin off an got dressd.

    I knew if I had let him go wait in da hall like I was a girl and needed my privacy, he would KNOW sum was funny.  I hadda play it loose to make sure he aint pick up on nuthin.  Still, da way he LOOKED at my dick… I wondered then if my dick was bigger than his, which was why he mighta got so mesmerized by it- and it coulda been a trick of the light, but it seemed that while he was in da chair Rah-Rah had a lump in his jeanz… but I could been wrong about dat.

    Rah-Rah aint down- of all people, me an Joop would picked up on it if he WAS.

    “I-I just came by to see if yall wanted ta do sumthin,” Rah-Rah wuz sayin.  “Where Joop at?”

    “Oh, he started his new j-o today,” I answered, pulling on my white-tee, and sittin down on the bed to slip my socks on, tryin to shake that weird vibe that Rah-Rah had gave me.  ‘That’s the second time he made me feel all weirded out,’ I thought to myself; da thought dat he MIGHT be starin at me like dat- well, I put dat outta my head rite quick.  Rah-Rah jus aint get down like dat.”

    “Yo Mar, since you free then,” Rah-Rah said, “you wanna come down to da mall wit me?  We’ll go check out yo boi at his new gig.”

    “Yeah, we could do dat,” I answered, my sudden excitement at seein Joop earlier than usual really comin thru in my voice without meanin it to.

    Rah-Rah stiffened up a lil then, enuff for me to notice; then he seemed to get over it.  “Yo when u ready we could get goin,” he said, headin for the door, all quiet-like.  “I’ll get my whip, so be outside in like 10 mins.” And then he wuz gone.

    I stoppd lacin up my kicks an stared after Rah-Rah.  There was sum up wit him, I knew it; but I couldn’t place what wuz goin on wit him in my head at all.  He seemd like he had a lil problem wit Joop, but for da life of me I couldn’t figure out what it could be… adjustin my sweats an grabbin my Du-Rag, I headed out da door after Rah-Rah.

    ***

    Me an Rah-Rah had pulled up to the mall about ten minnits ago, and we were in da plaza area lookin at clothes stores an girlies an shyt, jus wanderin around till we could get over to Joop’s store.  I was havin fun, lookin at da Folex watches in the Lourneau store, thinkin bout how much I needed dat Follie in da display case to be on my arm.  Rah-Rah came up behind me, real close- and I could smell his breath on my neck.

    “Yo which store he work in?”

    I moved away from Rah-Rah, he was getting up on my azz an I aint like it.  “Joop at Jizzo’s, that store where I copp my Tims an shyt.  They always got da color joints in stock.”

    Rah-Rah nodded.  He frowned then.  “Yo don’t Joop got like madd doe now?  Why he workin at a mall when he could buy anything in this mugg?”

    I raised my eyebrows in a shrug.  “Yeah he got da inheritance an shyt, he good wit cash now.  But this shyt is part of his parole; he got like 2 months left or sum, but he gotta make it look good to da parole board dat he complyin an shyt.”  I left out da Lourneau store, Rah-Rah right behind me.

    “I thought yo pops was his P.O.- why he can’t cook da books an make it look like Joop-”

    “We askd him fo dat but he aint budge, he said dat he wanted to treat Joop da same way he’d treat any of his parolees so dat it wouldn’t look like he was givin out favors an shyt,” I said, still madd at dat one.  “My pops jus didn’t understand.”

    “I dunno, if I wuz yo pops I’d do anything you wanted me ta do,” Rah-Rah said almost under his breaf, lookin da other way.

    I stared at him, wonderin what he meant by dat, but he wuz lookin at sum honeys dat walked past in summer short-shorts.  I wuz REALLY startin to get a strange vibe from Rah-Rah, and wonderin just how much he would do for me- if I asked.

    “Yo aint dat da store down there,” he asked, pointin to da one on the end near Jay-Z Pennies Outlet.

    “Yeah, dats it,” I said happily, knowin I was gonna see my nicca in like 5 minnits..!  I tried to play it off, but my heart was skippin.  I love Joop so fuckin much.

    “Yo lets try ta sneak up on him; see if we could catch da nicca doin no good,” Rah-Rah said.  It almost sounded like he was serious.

    “Yeah,” I said in a co-conspirator way.  “We could get sum free shyt if he up to dat five-finga discount.”  We walked up to da store next to Jizzo’s and peeked round da wall inside da store full of da flyest ghetto style clothes an shoes an shyt.

    No one was there.

    Rah-Rah looked at me, I returned da look.  We then walked into da store and looked around.  We saw nuthin but merchandise everywhere, all neat an ready to be sold.  But where were da werkers?

    “Yo they jus up an left da store unprotected just like dat,” Rah-Rah said, stunned.  “Yo we could boost da SHYT outta this place an no one would know…”

    “Naw,” I said, pointing at a alarm by da front entrance.  “If we even try-”

    Just then we heard a muffld sound comin from da storeroom.  We looked at each other an decided to chk an see if anyone was back there.  We slowly moved to where we heard da sound, and then… the sound of slurpin noises, comin from da back.

    For sum reason my heart started beatin wit madd fear- I aint wanna go back there an see what I felt was there to be seen… but Rah-Rah was like, “Yo sumone iz gettin BRAIN, nicca,” he whispered, an he sprinted down the aisle packed with boxes and clothes to the back of the stockroom, me following.

    Rah-Rah rounded the corner at da end- an stopped dead.  I got up behind him and he looked back at me like he aint want me to look, but then he stepped back witout a werd.  I went to the end of the aisle, goin around Rah-Rah and saw-

     

    “OH SHYT!!!!”

    ***

    FIVE MINUTES BEFORE….

    I wuz in da back packin up da new merchandize dat came in that week, tryin to stakk an catalog eerything and at da same time tryin to keep from bein too depressd.  I wuz missin Mar too much rite then, I couldnt wait to git home an hold my nicca close; I really aint know I wuz gonna miss him this much.  I aint have to werk befo now cause my pops an Mr. Clark coverd fo me on da parole-y shyt, but now they wuz sayin dat there wuz sum investigation cummin up at da prison, an eeything hadda be for real what they said it wuz on paper- meanin dem lazy summer dayz wit Mar wuz over fa now- til my parole wuz up; I knew dat at least in anotha monff or two I could bounce dis joyint an go bac ta layin up wit my shawty.

    Jus thinkin bout Mar made my nuttz start ta stirr up and befo you know it my joint was jumpin in my jeans.  I reached in to adjust it, thinkin bout when I got home, an witout thinkin i pulld it out in da stockroom an started strokin, feelin the smooth, strong silky skin of da shaft as i pulled it up an down to it got to its full 10.5 inch length.  The scent of my nuttz rose up an I closed my eyez, thinkin bout how much I loved Mar…

    …I could almost feel his sexy azz lips on my joint, and I leaned bck against the wall, putin my hands behind my head while in my head his mouf went up an down, slurpin loud, makin my thik azz joint swell big-big in his tite throat…

    …‘Damn, it aint never felt so tite befo,’ I thought to myself as I leaned my waist into him sukkin me like a lil ol’ suction- an dats when I realized my hands were behind my head, but dat feelin of gettin brain wuz still goin on…

    … but it felt too real.  I opened my eyes an lookd down.

    Kneelin on da flo FO REAL sukkin on my dick was my supervisor, dat chick Markette, dis same ho who fukkd Rah-Rah cuzzin, dat DJ, at my comin home party last year.

    At first I wuz too stunnd to move, and her mouf felt so fukkin good… she lookd up an smiled through a mouf full-o-dick.  I startd fightin thru da dizzy feelin; dis shyt wuz WRONG.  But she grabbd da back of my knees an swallowed my joint all da way down in one swoosh. My kness got weak an I almost fell so I grabbd da bac of her head to catch my balance, which made my dic go to da bac of her throat- she chokd on it.

    “OH SHYT!!!!”

    I lookd up.  Standin by the aisle back to da stockroom do’ wuz MAR, wit Rah-Rah rite behind him.  They wuz both standin dere with they moufs wide open an lookin all shockd.

    My heart droppd into my pants.  I yankd my dic outta Marquette mouf wit a loud wet PLOP an pushd her away- she hit da flo wit a yell.

    I aint say nuthin at first, for sum reason my mouf wouldnt werk.  I aint never been so shook in my whole life, not even when Mar found out bout me an Mr. Clark…  I lookd at my nicca, my pants all open an my dic layin limp outside my boxrs, still wet from dat bitch’s spit.

    Mar just stood dere, lookin at me an Markette layin on da flo befo me, her heavin real hard still like she wuz tryin to catch her breaf.  Den Mar cleard his throat.  “Yo I aint mean to innerupt,” he said, an den jus like dat he turnd around an left.

    Rah-Rah gave me dis… look, I aint know but it lookd kinda smug.  He lookd at Marquette kinda like he knew her, and jus shook his head.  He went after Mar, an me an Marquette lookd at each other.

    “Yo sup wit yo boy RahRah,” she said gettin up from da flo, wiping her mouf off an likkin her fingerz.  “He look like he wuz missin out, he coulda joined in.”

    So they did know each other- probably sum ol’ hoe he fukkd once, an I jus messd wit his leftovers…. I just got madd quiet an shovd my half-hard dic bac in my jeanz.  It wuz my fault.  If I hadn’t been lettin dis hoe suc on my dic after I knew whut wuz goin on, I wouldn’t be in dis mess.  I wuz thinkin bout Mar all da time she wuz brainin me, but he aint NEVER gonna be’lie dat after whut he jus saw.

    Marquette came over ta me an put her hand on my dic thru da pants leg.  “Yo I wanna finish up on dat-”

    She got rewarded fo touchin my dic again wit a backhand pimp slap to da jaw.

    Marquette fell once again screamin to da flo as I steppd over her an marchd out da stockroom an out da sto, her screams tellin me dat I wuz fired an to never cum back.

    Well so much fo dat.

    I aint curr bout no fukkin job rite bout now, I jus needed to find my nicca befo he do sum he may regret- or worse, befo he let dat fukkin nicca Rah-Rah talk him into doin sum he may regret- sum I aint gonna forgive.  I stalkd da mall to da parkin lot, pushin niccas an beyacches outta my way.

  • The Intruder

    Chapter 10

    After I asked Drake about him going undercover again, he asked, “what do you mean?”

    I said, “you have been undercover investigating Marco for the last year, right?”

    He nodded, “yeah.”

    I asked, “if we had been together before you started that case, would you have been able to see me while you were undercover?”

    He looked down, “no, I guess not.”

    I said, “that’s what I thought. I don’t know if I could handle not seeing you for a year, not knowing if you were safe.”

    He laid his head on my shoulder, “I’m sorry, I never thought about that, hell, I guess I never had to think about my actions affecting someone else before.”

    I continued, “and I don’t think I can ask you to give up your job for me, but it wouldn’t be fair for you to ask me to wait for you either.”

    He nodded, “you’re right, this may not be as easy as we thought, huh?”

    I asked, “so what do you want to do?”

    He said, “I don’t know.”

    We held each other in silence until we drifted off to sleep.

    I woke the next morning and started to panic when I realized I was alone. I checked to see if Drake was in the bathroom and was startled when I heard a knock on the door.

    Petey said, “hey Dustin, breakfast is here, can I eat with you guys again?”

    I opened the door, “sure, Drake isn’t here, but you can eat with me.”

    Our food was set on the table, Petey asked, “where’s Drake?”

    I shook my head, “I don’t know, he was gone when I woke up.”

    Petey smiled, “well, I sure had fun last night with you guys, I can see why you fell for him. I’m sorry I didn’t trust him.”

    I smiled back, “that’s ok, there for a while I wasn’t sure if I should trust him either.”

    He looked at me and frowned, “did something happen after I left?”

    I shrugged, “I told him I wasn’t sure I could deal with him going undercover again or going out and getting shot while working a case.”

    Petey thought a minute, “yeah, that would suck, what did he say?”

    I said, “he didn’t have an answer either.”

    Drake came walking into the room just as Petey and I were having our talk. He had a huge smile on his face.

    He said, “good news, Petey. The DA says you don’t have to testify, and he is not interested in anything you’ve done as long as you stay away from drug dealers and get a job.”

    Petey rolled his eyes, “great, who does he think will ever hire a guy like me?”

    I said, “I told you I could get you a job at my…”

    Drake interrupted me, “sorry Dustin, he already has a better offer.”

    Petey asked, “what the hell are talking about?”

    Drake walked over and opened the door. The man that walked in look very similar to Petey.

    The man said, “hi Craig, how are you?”

    Petey stood, “Curt, what are you doing here?”

    He smiled, “the FBI called me yesterday, I figured they were calling to tell me you had been arrested again or were dead. I was pleased when they said you helped them, and they were able put some bad guys away.”

    Petey shrugged, “I don’t know how much I helped, but…”

    Curt continued, “it doesn’t matter, Agent O’Connell here told me you need a job, and it might be better if you left town. I could use some help at C & C Technologies, and I have a place on the beach with an extra bedroom.”

    Petey looked at who I now realized was his brother, “you kept the name?”

    He said, “you were the one who developed that software, it’s still technically half your company.”

    Petey asked, “what about mom and dad, they were pretty pissed when I got arrested.”

    Curt suddenly looked sad, “Craig, dad died last spring, he had a heart attack. Mom would really like for you come see her.”

    Petey ran his hands through his hair, “shit Curt, I’m sorry, it’s just that you were all so disappointed in me, I just figured you would never want to see me again.”

    Curt walked toward Petey, “yes, mom and dad were upset, but you’re their son, you’re my brother, come home so we can work this out.”

    Petey asked, “so mom really wants to see me?”

    Curt nodded, “yes, I told her I was coming to see you, she wants me to call her as soon as I get an answer from you.”

    Petey began to tear up, he gave Curt a big hug then said, “let’s go to my room and give her a call.”

    They left our room, I went to Drake and gave him a hug and a kiss. I said, “thank you.”

    He gave me a kiss back, “you’re welcome, but it was mostly Wilcox, I just told him about Petey’s brother, and he made a few calls.”

    I said, “it was still a nice thing to do, I feel so much better for Petey. This is what he needed to get is life back on track.”

    He grinned, “yes my little boy scout, you did your good deed for the day.”

    I turned back to look at him again, “so what about us, have you thought about what we talked about last night?”

    He took my hand, and we sat down at the table. He said, “yes, I have. This is the first time I have had to think about my actions and how they might affect someone else, so you will have to be patient with me.”

    I said, “ok. I can respect that.”

    He smiled, “I had a long talk with Wilcox and told him about us and that you were concerned about me being undercover.”

    I raised an eyebrow, “ok, and what did he say?”

    Drake continued, “he said I was too good of an agent to promise that he would never send me undercover again.”

    My heart sank, I said, “oh, I see. Well, I guess that answers my question.”

    He put his hand under my chin, “then I said, he could consider this my two weeks’ notice.”

    My eyes widened, “you quit?”

    He smiled, “I quit.”

    I asked, “what did Wilcox say?”

    Drake said, “well, he was floored that I called his bluff. We talked and he agreed to bring me on as a consultant on a case-by-case basis. I won’t work any cases as an agent, I would just help the agents analyze evidence and help profile suspects.”

    I said, “no field work, no chasing bad guys?”

    He laughed, “I won’t even carry a gun.”

    I wrapped my arms around him, “I love you.”

    He chuckled, “I must love you too.”

     

    Six Months Later

     

    I walked into my apartment after work, I heard Drake laughing on the phone, he said, “that’s great Petey, hey Dustin just walked in, do you want to talk to him?”

    I smiled as he handed me his phone, “hey Petey, what’s up?”

    I listened as Petey filled me in on all that was happening with him. He and his family were getting along great, and his business was booming. He and his brother were working on their next big software project. I promised him that Drake and I would come out to see him soon. I was feeling good about all that I went through to help him when he broke into my apartment.

    I ended the call and handed Drake his phone back and gave him a kiss. I said, “see, he was worth helping.”

    He kissed me back, “yes my little boy scout, he was.”

    I asked, “how was your day?”

    He smiled, “the movers will be here at 8 tomorrow, my new office will be ready at the end of next week and I got my first client today.”

    I said, “wow, you had a good day.”

    He smiled at me, “yes I did, how was your day?”

    “It was good too, my team crushed our production quotas for the quarter, my boss told me he was glad he gave me that promotion to supervisor.” I beamed as I told him about my meeting, he smiled back at me like a proud father as I droned on.

    Drake had been helping the FBI on some of their cases but decided to start his own investigation agency. His first client was an insurance company, he would be investigating fraud. I was happy he was dealing with criminals that didn’t carry guns. We found a nice house in a nicer neighborhood and were moving the next day. Drake sure was right, it was very easy getting used to waking up in each other’s arms every morning.

    We got up early the next morning, threw our last few items into boxes just as the movers showed up. They loaded the truck and headed to our new house, I turned my key into my landlord, Drake and I followed the moving truck.

    Once the movers had all our furniture inside, Mike and his girlfriend came over and helped us arrange everything. We got things put away, ordered a pizza to be delivered and had a few beers. When we finished eating, Mike and his girlfriend left and Drake closed the door, turned to me, and wrapped his arms around me and said, “we need to get started if we are going to make love in every room of our new house.”

    I grinned at him, “whatever you say, shall we start here in the living room?”

    We fell back onto the same couch that we started on the first time we met. I was laying on top of Drake as we kissed and fondled each other. We started to pull each other’s clothes off while we continued to kiss. Once we were naked, I kissed my way down his chest and stomach and settled in on that gorgeous cock. I have come to love the sounds Drake makes while I pleasure him, I gives me so much more pleasure than he knows. I looked up at him looking down at me, or maybe he does know.

    He pulled me up for another kiss and whispered, “let me make you feel good too.” I stood and he leaned over the edge of the couch and took my aching dick into his mouth. Ok, this gives me a lot of pleasure too. I fell across him and again sucked him with all I had while he deepthroated me. I worked a finger into the crack of his ass, searching for his sweet spot. I found it and I heard one more of those sounds I liked to hear as we made love. Without saying a word, we both knew what to do next. We each released the other’s cock and Drake pulled his legs up, I gave his pucker a loving lick. I pushed my tongue in as far I could, leaving my spit in his hole so my dick could slide in without resistance. I looked him in the eye as I aimed my cock and we both smiled I pushed in. Our lips met again as I began to piston in and out, Drake pushed back just the right times, providing us both with maximum stimulation. He started to squeeze my cock with his ass muscles, and I was driven over the edge, I filled his hot hole with my creamy jizz.

    He smiled up at me, “do you feel better?”

    I smiled back, “oh yes I do, thank you.”

    He slid out from under me and said, “now it’s my turn.”

    I was laying on the couch with my ass up in the air, Drake wrapped an arm around my hip and held me as he rubbed his leaking cock across my waiting hole. He pushed down and I was pinned between the soft cushions and the hard man on top of me. There was no place I would rather be right now. Drake kissed my neck and nibbled my ear as he began the assault on my ass. His breath began to quicken, he pushed in as far as he could, and I felt his body go rigid. Then I felt my guts being flooded by Drake’s hot baby makers. He relaxed and fell on top of me still nuzzling my neck.

    He whispered, “I love you, you little boy scout.”

    I snickered, “I love you too, you big thug.”

    We kissed again, I said, “well, one room down, shall we try the bathroom next?”

    He smiled, “yes, a shower sounds good right now.”

    After our shower we climbed into bed and wrapped our arms around each other. Drake said, “so you promised Petey we would come out to see him?”

    I chuckled, “yeah, I guess I did, why?”

    He asked, “when did you want to go?”

    I shrugged, “I don’t know, when would you want to go?”

    He pulled me in closer, “how about for our honeymoon?”

     

    The End.

  • Extreme BoyCunt Island

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    The story contains scenes of BDSM, fisting, medical procedures, extreme modifications, incontinence, ultimate humiliation, helplessness, huge prolapse, Ass Play, dildo, Public Sex, Rough Sex, Forced, Slut, Cum Dump, Gangbang, Exhibitionism, Anal sex,

    The story tells the case of a guy who ended up on the island of an unknown billionaire, who eliminated an old competition called “the biggest hole»


    Meeting with the “Organizer”

    One day the Organizer visited the island. Shekhar said that the Organizer wanted to see me and escorted me to the main residence. I was told that I can enter the office and wait, the Organizer will come soon. I entered a luxurious, huge office with a large balcony. The office was on the top floor of the palace and from there a beautiful view of the garden and the sea opened. I went out onto the balcony, bent over a little and leaned against the railing and, enchanted, began to admire the amazing view of the garden. After a couple of minutes I heard a cough from behind and turned around. I saw a handsome, strong man of about 40, dressed only in jockeys. The man had a slightly oddly wide pelvis, but in general it did not spoil his strong, muscular figure. “A great way to impress me,” the man said, directing his gaze to my huge destroyed anus, which was clearly visible in my position. I was a little embarrassed remembering what a giant hollow my anus now represents.

    The man held out his hand and introduced himself: “Lawrence.” “Adrian,” I answered, shaking his hand. “I am the Organizer of this strange competition and the owner of this island,” Lawrence continued. “I imagined you differently,” I replied. And in truth, the Organizer was good-looking and could pass for a competitor. “I heard a lot from the doctor about your progress,” continued Lawrence, “your achievements are impressive and I decided to get to know you personally.” The organizer went to the railing, leaned on them, stood next to me. “How do you like the view of the island” – asked Lawrence. “Impressive,” I replied. “Adrian, please, bring a tray of tea, it is on the table in the study,” the Organizer asked. I went for tea, and the Organizer remained standing on the balcony in the same position, leaning against the railing and bending down slightly. I took the tray in my hands and turned towards the balcony … and then I was stunned. I almost dropped the tray from my hands. The organizer had his back to me, bending over slightly and the sight that opened up to me amazed any, even the most daring imagination. The Organizers had an anus even bigger than Johnny’s. It was a road transport tunnel in the mountains for large vehicles. It looked like a huge a cannonball shot through Lawrence in this place. I stood spellbound and numb, not moving and having lost track of time. I don’t know how long I stood like that when I heard the ironic voice of the Organizer: “Adrian, are you all right ?!” I looked from the anus to the face of this heroic owner of the largest hollow in the world. Lawrence smiled and looked from my face to my groin. I looked down and saw that my penis was staked and ready to explode with excitement.

    Lawrence smiled even more and asked, “How about tea ?!” I slowly walked over to the Organizer and served him tea. At that moment, the spoon fell from the tray to the floor and Lawrence bent down to pick it up. And I was left standing with a tray in my hands. When Lawrence bent down, his huge cave appeared in all its glory before my eyes. I caught my breath, and the cock was at the limit of its excitement. It was a huge, deep cavern that extended to the sigmoid colon. It was clear that this anus also underwent plastic surgery, like Johnny’s anus, but the dimensions of this cave seemed beyond the realm of possibility. Lawrence straightened up and saw my stunned face, rhetorically asked: “How do you like it?” He took the tray from my hand, put it on the floor, and handed me a bottle of oil, which was also on the tray. Lawrence bent down again and I didn’t need to explain what to do with the oil. I poured a little on my hands and the rest of Laurence in the anus. I began to gently rub this oil with my palms over the entire inner surface of this huge gaping cave. It looked like I was oiling a huge well. Then I moved closer, lubricated my penis with oil, and began to drive my penis along the walls of the “well”, gently massaging every millimeter of this inviting flesh with it. I tried to push this well with my hands even wider, the walls of the well gave in easily and allowed it to stretch for a few more centimeters in each direction. Now it is clear why the Organizer had such a wide basin.

    Lawrence purred with pleasure as I stroked the deepest parts of his cave. Lawrence got up and went to the sofa, standing up doggy style. He showed me a large ball-shaped desk lamp. Taking the lamp in hand, I realized that it was not an ordinary lamp, but a specially made to order. Simply put, it was a huge, smooth ball on a beautiful thick metal handle. I greased the ball with oil and began to insert into Laurence’s anus. A little pressure and the ball plunged entirely into a bottomless cave. Lawrence groaned with pleasure. The lamp ball was about the size of a volleyball. I began to slowly fuck with this ball Lawrence’s anus. Sometimes there was a feeling that I was cleaning a giant cannon with a huge ramrod. The organizer stroked himself with a cock. In one of the frictions, I thrust the ramrod into the “gun” as deep as possible and Lawrence moaned loudly and began to finish. I took out the ball and literally jerked my penis a couple of times and also finished profusely right in the giant hollow of Lawrence. Then he carefully rubbed his juices into his anus. Lawrence stretched out on the sofa and invited me to lie down too.

    I could not resist and asked: “how is it possible to develop the anus to such a gigantic size?” Lawrence smiled and replied: “Nothing is impossible for a billionaire. The most difficult thing was to move the pelvic bones a little. But in general, for modern medicine, this is a feasible task. And from an anatomical point of view, there are no miracles. The pelvic bones have little mobility; we surgically pushed them wider. And after that, it became much easier to stretch the anus as there was more space for soft tissues. In general, soft tissues can stretch almost indefinitely, the main thing is to do it gradually and regularly. I have done plastic surgery on the anus several times by inserting stretching rings inside the intestinal wall. These rings prevent the tissues from sagging and shrinking, and at the same time stretch them even further in width. Now my anus is constantly open by 15 cm and can be stretched by 26 cm. ” I looked at Lawrence with surprise and delight: “Incredible! How long have you been living with such an anus? ” “For more than 10 years,” the Organizer replied, “I have reached the maximum in this area and now I am gathering colleagues for myself so that they, too, could reach the maximum in this area.”

    Now it was becoming clear to me both the purpose of this competition and the reason for such a heavenly comfortable living conditions on the island. “How do you lead social and business life, you probably have a lot of things to do in your ordinary life outside the island?” I asked. “Well, with a lot of money, there is no problem to adapt the world around you,” Laurence replied, “all my houses, cars, planes and yachts are specially equipped to live in this way. At meetings and business events, of course, I can only appear in a special wheelchair, equipped as I require. Everyone in society thinks that I have a problem with the spine and that, although I can move and walk, the “pains” make me move more comfortably in a self-propelled chair. As you can see, I have foreseen everything. ” – The Organizer finished the story. I thought about it and then asked: “But still complete freedom and pleasure is m brings life to this island ?! Where are all “ours” and where you can live naturally and openly ?! Walking naked and not worrying about anything ?! ” “And you are a smart guy,” said Lawrence, “By the way, this afternoon we go deep sea fishing on my yacht, there will be Johnny and Frank. You are also included in the list of fishing participants. Will you go? ” “Of course,” I replied.

    Lunch with the Organizer

    The arrival of the Organizer was celebrated with a festive dinner. To do this, all the tables were made around the central pool in the shape of the letter C. When everyone was sitting in a circle, everyone saw each other well. Everyone has already gathered when the Organizer appears. He was greeted with applause and whistles. He differed from everyone else only in that he was in the jock, and of course in that he had the biggest hollow behind him, which aroused the envy and desire of all those present. When he walked past the next guys, and they could see his anus, ovations and screams intensified to frenzy. Lawrence went to his chair, greeted everyone, and sat down at the table. After half an hour of dinner, there was a sound of “slapping” under Bernard’s chair .., retinues, shouts and clapping of hands were immediately heard from everywhere. Since guys rarely gather at a common dinner table, in today’s situation you are on view of all the guys at the same time, this changes feelings and causes more feelings of awkwardness and shame. It was evident that Bernard was embarrassed, despite the great experience of life on the island. Lunch continued for another 5 minutes and the next participant – Harry gave a “surprise”. Harry was embarrassed and blushed all over. He was always distinguished by modesty and subtle mental organization. And even on this skeleton, this situation has always been extremely humiliating for him. He did not look at anyone. The general whistle and shouts intensified his shame at times. I sat in my chair and almost prayed that this cup would pass me by … But of course it was not possible.

    After 5 minutes it happened to me. I fully understood Harry’s feelings. How many times I wanted to sink into the ground … Martin, my neighbor, began to slap me on the shoulder and wink. Then “surprises” began to occur more often, and 8 more people in the next hour caused a standing ovation from the audience. Then a “surprise” happened to the Organizer. The Organizer was sitting in a big chair, bigger, taller and more elegant than the rest of the guys. Therefore, his chair and the amphora underneath were much better visible. When everyone heard a loud “slap” sound under the Organizer’s chair, everyone froze and stared at him. Almost immediately, a few more “splash” “splash” came from under his chair. In a moment, all the guys roared with loud shouts and applause. It seemed to me that the face of Lawrence, this experienced and hardened man, flashed shame and embarrassment; and at the same time some kind of secret pleasure. His omnipotence and authority in ordinary life were almost nothing here. Here his helplessness and inability to control himself were in plain sight. And here everyone could enjoy his shame and humiliation at any second. It is also a pleasure that everyone is equal in this shame. The pleasure of seeing and enjoying the shame of another in a minute. Lawrence got up and announced that now everyone is waiting for a magical dessert of exotic fruits, berries and herbs.

    Newcomer

    Rumor has it that a new one will arrive today. This will be the youngest competitor among us. He recently turned 19. Our doctor also said that due to the fact that there were only 2 months left before the competition, the newcomer was being prepared in an accelerated mode. The tunnel was removed from the anus only immediately upon arrival at the main residence. And he still has no idea about some of the side effects. Therefore, all those present are asked to pay special attention to the newcomer.

    The newcomer arrived almost at lunchtime. He settled in his bungalow and soon his servant escorted him to the dining area. As usual, he was introduced to all the guys on the island and, as it turned out, was escorted to our table. He became the sixth guy at our table. Like everyone else on the island, he was a tall, muscular handsome guy. Apparently because the tunnel was taken out to him only an hour ago, his anus was especially open and seemed decently worked out. The newcomer’s name was Ben. Ben’s youth was striking, if you did not see his large developed hollow, he seemed like a virgin. He was more restrained and modest than I was when I first arrived at the main residence. The Organizer and 5 other guys were at the next table. Apart from the festive dinner, the Organizer rarely attended general dinners, but today he was with us. He sat facing the newcomer and could see everything that was happening at our table. Of course, Ben, could not help but notice the amphora under each chair and could easily guess their purpose. At the same time, he had not yet been trained and had not even been told anything about it and he was embarrassed to ask the obvious question. Yet his youth and naivety led him to believe that these amphorae are just garbage cans. And he tried not to think about it anymore. At the beginning of lunch he was offered a special Indian herbal tea, which increased appetite and slightly uplifted mood. The road, excitement and tea greatly increased Ben’s appetite. He ate like an elephant.

    Lunch was coming to an end and, as always, while talking with a newcomer, time passed unnoticed … After 2 hours of lunch, Ethan asked Ben to bring water, which ran out at their table. The water table was 20 steps away from their table. Ben got up and went to get water. Its large, beautiful hollow gaped and surprised with its size. On the way back, almost reaching the table, everyone heard a loud “splash” sound behind Ben. Ben did not immediately understand what had happened, but when he saw that all eyes turned to him…. froze in place…. Then he heard a couple more powerful “splash” “splash” behind him. He looked down … and could not believe his eyes … .. At this moment, according to tradition, everyone applauded and whistled. Ben was numb. A terrible public shame happened to him, how could this happen … He blushed like cancer and could hardly stand on his feet. I experienced some inexpressible pleasure looking at this humiliation of the newcomer. Ben stood with his head bowed, unable to do anything. I got up from the chair, hugged him by the shoulders and offered to sit down, helping and pushing him towards the chair. Ben barely moved, but still sat down in his chair. We told him that this is the tradition and initiation of every newcomer to this island. And that now he is a real participant in the “Biggest Hollow” competition and a full-fledged resident of this island. I told him quietly, “What just happened are the side effects of stretching the anus, without which it is impossible to win the competition. Everyone has these side effects and therefore there is an amphora under each of our stools. And under your chair too. You will soon get used to it, or at least stop paying too much attention to it. “

    I’m not sure if Ben understood everything I said, but to some extent my calm and confident voice calmed him down a little. Although we barely heard Ben until the end of this day, he was quieter than water, below the grass. A few minutes later Ben heard a “splash” “splash” under Martin’s chair and saw everyone winking at him. And then the conversation continued as if nothing had happened. A delicious fruit dessert with vanilla soufflé was served. Ben ate several portions. Ben’s big appetite made itself felt in a couple of minutes, and we heard a powerful “splash” “splash” under his chair. Everyone began to wink happily at Ben. Ben guessed what had happened and was again wildly embarrassed. His servant immediately ran up and replaced the amphora. Ben couldn’t find a place for himself and looked down embarrassedly. “Nothing buddy, you get used to it, everyone gets used to it…. Now this is your new life, enjoy…” Ethan told the newcomer. And yet, damn it, it was nice to see the embarrassment and humiliation of this young Apollo, who from now on has lost the ability to control his physiological processes and will be forced to give “surprises” all his life anywhere and at any time, in front of everyone around him.

    Walk into the sea and 3 black men

    The next day, the Organizer invited me, a newcomer and Frank for a boat trip. He said it would be an unforgettable trip and see what a beginner is capable of. At first it was planned to invite Joni as well, but he left the island for a couple of days on business. We sailed on the Organizer’s luxurious yacht far out to sea. The wardroom had a transparent bottom and everyone could see fabulously beautiful sea inhabitants. We heard the sound of propellers soon. Lawrence asked us to put on shorts and put them on himself. He said there will be unusual guests, and it is better not to shock them or, on the contrary, not to excite them right away with our luxurious anuses. A minute later, a small helicopter landed on the yacht’s landing pad. From there came 3 negroes dressed only in a saronga, something like a light men’s skirt. They were smooth, sporty, not tough guys like us, but they had other dignity, as we soon saw. Lawrence greeted the guests and signaled for drinks. They were served fragrant iced Indian tea, of course with additional effects, as we all soon discovered. Some unimaginable giant hoses or pipes protruded through the negros saronga. I can’t even call them phalluses, because phalluses of this size, as I thought, do not exist. It could be called an elephant’s trunk, no less. We were also served tea, but with a slightly different aroma and “effect”. The Organizer said that everyone should feel liberated and not be ashamed of anything. A few minutes later, the hoses under the sarongs of the blacks began to twitch strangely and swell even more. The negroes looked lustful and excited, and did not take their eyes off our bodies. Lawrence invited everyone to go on deck. The bright tropical sun was hot. The Organizer handed out sun cream to the blacks and asked them to spread the guys with this cream. The Negroes themselves did not need a cream, since their skin was naturally protected from the sun’s rays.

    One of the blacks went up to the newcomer, squeezed a generous amount of cream on his back and began to spread it with his palms. Then he squeezed the cream into his palm and, remaining from the side of his back, began to smear pour the cream over Ben’s wide and firm chest. At the same time, he strongly pressed his hips to the thighs of the young Apollo. Saronga was already bumping up decently in front when the black man stepped back a little from the guy. The Negro was aroused to the limit, such a juicy strong beautiful young body in his hands. The negro threw off the sarong … and my jaw dropped …. It can’t be. It was a cock the size of a huge fire hose, at least 8 cm in diameter, and about 40 cm long. The other Negro had the same size. The first black man lowered Ben’s shorts and pressed his monster cock to his buttocks. He didn’t have time to notice what a huge cavern gaping between his buttocks. He pressed his monster harder and began to drive it over the buttocks. And suddenly, he felt how his cock began to fall completely free somewhere, without the slightest resistance and pressure, just fall into the depths. The Negro understood perfectly well that his monster could not enter any anus in the world so easily and freely. Even the biggest holes he had ever met, he entered with great difficulty and a huge amount of lubrication. The Negro did not understand what was happening and stared down in amazement. He saw how Ben’s huge cave took his penis whole, and at the same time the walls of the cave did not even touch the cock. The Negro was stunned and wiped the sweat from his forehead. His excitement was at its breaking point. He tried to do frictions, but realized that it was useless, his monster barely touches the walls of the anus. Although in the very depths the anus narrowed a little and the Negro felt something with his cock head, but still it was too little to make full-fledged frictions. The negro took out his monster and sat down to see this luxurious tunnel with his eyes. Yes, he saw this for the first time in his life. Like Ben and the rest of us, this is the first time we’ve ever seen such giant phalluses.

    Lawrence watched with pleasure and jerk off his cock. He invited the negro to lie down on the deck, the newcomer to sit on top of this monster and lean forward. He took the sunscreen and squeezed it liberally into Ben’s anus. Ben sat on a cock of the Negro as the Organizers said. Then, Lawrence asked the second black man fell in behind and gently enter into Ben. The Negro could not believe his eyes, but nevertheless settled down behind and began slowly but surely to insert his monster into the hole of the novice. The point with difficulty, but succumbed to the pressure and the giant phallus of the second negro began to sink deeper and deeper. Young Apollo screamed and groaned loudly. He felt himself being torn in half by these two monstrous cock. But Indian tea with “effects” did its job, and strong euphoria, along with pain relief, helped Ben to accept these giants. We looked at this sight with bated breath. It’s like a deadly circus ride, only with the utmost arousal and strong erection. The second black man inserted his phallus all the way and it seems Ben saw the stars in the sky. Two giant cannons were completely inside the young Apollo. From the outside, it seemed surprising that Ben had not yet died or had not been torn in half. But it was clear from his face that he was at the height of bliss. The second black man began to rhythmically move his penis in the huge anus. The anus was stretched to the limit. Ben groaned in ecstasy. For about 15 minutes, the Negro pounded Ben’s anus at an increasing pace. The Organizer constantly added oil to the moving piston of the negro. The tea, which the blacks drank, also contained substances that greatly slow down ejaculation, so the black man could not cum, although he was very aroused. Soon the negro exhausted and left the newcomer. His place was taken by the third negro and with fresh strength continued to ram the huge Ben’s cave. When the third negro also spent all his energy and did not cum, he left Ben. Slightly alive Ben slipped from the first black man’s penis and crashed onto the deck. His hole became even larger and the negroes looked in amazement at this bottomless, wide open cave.

    Iced tea was again served to the negroes. We all rested and drank drinks. Soon, by the reared clubs from the crotch of the blacks, we realized that they were ready for battle. Me and Frank were fucked in the same way for about a couple more hours. But the culmination of the evening was Lawrence. When two blacks inserted their huge phalluses into him, the Organizer’s anus was still free. The upper negro tried to do frictions, but still the cock fell freely into the void, practically without touching the walls of the anus. Then a third negro came up. The second negro leaned forward and lay on Lawrence, making space for the third. With such dimensions of cock as those of these blacks, it was not difficult to insert 3 cock. We poured oil on the anus of the Organizer and the third black man started his way inside. Three cocks of 8 cm in diameter is the maximum size for which the Organizer’s anus could stretch. And the third black man did it! The Organizer also seems to have seen the sky in diamonds. Living cock have long been unable to satisfy the anus of the Organizer and today for the first time these monsters forced him to open to the limit. Third Negro began to fuck Lawrence’s ass. Lawrence moaned, wriggled, shouted, but did not stop the process. No movie in the history of the porn industry could compare with the fact that we watched at this moment. Three gigantic, inconceivably huge phalluses rammed an equally gigantic anus. We have seen that Lawrence’s anus ring is stretched to the limit. I do not know how long it lasted, but the Negro growled at his friend and from all over he inserted his penis all the way into the hole of the Organizer. The strongest orgasm was accompanied by screams and convulsions. It seemed the entire beastly creature of the Negro burst out. The Negro cum abundantly in the anus of the Organizer and left him. As it turned out, the Organizer also cum at that moment. In the screams and growls of the negro, we did not even notice it. The Organizer slid off the remaining two cocks and collapsed onto the deck, telling us to continue. The remaining 2 blacks fucked me and Frank for some time. I remember that when I was fucking of two nigger I also saw the sky with diamonds. It is indescribable bliss of maximum filling and stretching. When the negro lowered his juices into my ass, he took out his monster and then carefully rubbed the sperm into the walls of my anus with his palm. God, that was amazing!

    With difficulty moving my legs, I somehow got to my cabin and fell into a sweet and deep dream. I dreamed that I was kidnapped by huge black dragons and they carried me to their dragon island. And there all the male dragons abused their captive with the help of their unimaginably giant penises.

    Organizer history

    In the morning at breakfast we were alone with the Organizer, the others were still asleep, and he told me his story.

    When he was 18 years old, he got an appointment with a proctologist with a diagnosis of sphincter spasm. This is a common, not uncommon disease in which the anus hurts badly. “With no anal sex,” Lawrence told me, “I didn’t know, I didn’t even think, I was a perfect virgin.” Nice cute doctor, examined my anus. He inserted some kind of device and began to twist something … while the device began to expand, opening wide my anus. Then he looked for a long time and felt my hollow. Although I felt discomfort and inconvenience, still something in this procedure struck me as strangely attractive. After the examination, the doctor somehow mysteriously smiled and prescribed me a cream for the anus. He said that in general, the cream is not a very effective remedy, but you need to try. “If it doesn’t help, then come to the appointment in 2 weeks,” the doctor said. I threw my head and left. I regularly smeared my anus for two weeks. Pain in the anus did not stop and I had to go to the doctor again. Dr. Holtsten seemed overjoyed at my visit. He said that if the cream does not work, then physical therapy should be done. He told me about pneumodivulsion and assured me that it would not hurt, since the procedure is suitable under local anesthesia. My pains were strong enough and there was nothing to do but agree to these strange procedures. Dr. Holtsten explained that they need to be done weekly for 3 months, otherwise the result will not be recorded and a relapse may begin. “Can I start right now if you don’t mind ?! You just need to do a bowel cleansing first, ”the doctor suggested. I agreed. Everything happened really completely painlessly, and I would even say almost imperceptibly for me.

    The first pneumodevulsion lasted 10 minutes. Only later did I learn that at the first procedure the doctor immediately opened my anus up to 9 cm. Apparently it was some kind of natural elasticity of the anus, which surprised and, it seems, pleased the doctor. The doctor prescribed me some other cream and told me to smear it on the anus 2 times a day. And he warned that when the action of anesthesia passes, there will be an unusual sensation in the anus, but after the cream everything should go away. In general, as if nothing had happened, feeling great and cheerful, I went home. An hour later, the anus really began to feel strange, as if I had been thoroughly raped. Although I will repeat again, I was a perfect virgin in the anal plan. I thoroughly lubricated the anus with cream and soon the discomfort disappeared. “Well, what to do,” I said to myself, I need to be treated and forget forever about the spasm of the sphincter.

    I went to the doctor every week for 3 months. Since I did not see my anus, then in general I did not know at all what was happening to him and did not worry about it. Only the doctor saw my anus, and he was completely delighted with how big and stretched my hollow becomes. During the last pneumo-evulsion procedure, Dr. Holsten opened my hollow 16 cm. Of course I did not see this. But I saw the strangely pleased face of the doctor. The doctor looked at my huge open hollow and thought: “Now this anus will forever remain so big and stretched. At 18, this guy’s hollow looks like a hardened experienced gay who has been doing double fisting for 20 years. The many folds of the anus and its very size spoke of the “great experience” of this young guy. Well, nothing can be done! But this guy no longer has a sphincter spasm. And the normal anus is no longer there either. The doctor finished the last procedure and said that now I am healthy, and 90% of the spasm of the sphincter is healed. However, in rare cases, it happens that spasms may return over time. Then you need to immediately repeat these procedures.

    I thanked the doctor and went home. I got used to the fact that after the end of the anesthesia, the anus began to ache strangely, and in advance I lubricated it with plenty of cream. But this time, even with the cream, I felt a strong schedule in the anus. I had, not for the first time, a strange desire to insert something into the anus, so that this schedule would somehow correspond to the presence of something big in the ass. Each time I dismissed this desire, telling myself that I was not a pervert or gay, it’s just a temporary feeling after treatment. But this time, this desire overcame all my fears and concerns. Only a bottle of aftershave cream was at hand, I lubricated it and pressed it against the anus. What was my surprise that the bottle literally from a slight pressure easily and without resistance completely slipped inside the anus. I was a little taken aback. How can it be that the anus so easily, without the slightest discomfort and resistance, missed such a not small bottle … But the feeling of the bottle in the anus, without anesthesia, caused me a strong erection and powerful excitement. I didn’t know what to think. I started to jerk off and after a minute came with the strongest orgasm I have ever had.

    All but whose I slept badly. Strange dreams and thoughts bothered me. I was frightened and at the same time attracted by what I felt from the bottle after shaving inserted into my anus. And yet the next day I made up my mind and invited a healthy black man with a big penis. The cock of this black male was truly enormous. Seeing my young age, Mike asked: “Are you sure you can handle it ?! Few can stand my handsome man, ”and he looked at his club. I replied that we will not guess, let’s just check. Mike smeared his penis with lubricant and carefully began to insert his penis into my anus. When his cock freely, without much resistance, completely plunged into me, he exclaimed “Damn, even a tank can fit in this huge cave!” And he began powerfully, sweepingly, without the slightest fear that he might break my anus, fuck me. We finished at the same time. “Yes, who would have thought that such a young creature has such limitless possibilities and anus size,” said Michael, “dike, I’ll take a look at this treasure.” And the black man put me on all fours, and straightened to push my buttocks apart with his hands. “Fuck! This is really a subway tunnel! When did you manage to stretch it like that ?! ” he exclaimed. “Then he smeared his hand with cream and easily put a fist in my anus. The fist passed freely. And it started. Michael started punching me with great speed. The fist went in and out easily. The anus opened and did not resist. I was at the height of bliss and soon finished violently again. That’s how easily and naturally I discovered anal sex and fisting.

    After Michael left, I decided to see how my anus still looks like. Before that, somehow it did not interest me. But the exclamations of the negro made me think about what was so surprising there. Seeing my anus in the mirror, I froze and was dumbfounded … I do not know how long I was in shock … but I could not imagine that it was really my ass. It was a huge hollow, torn apart, stretched out, with a huge number of folds. I couldn’t believe my eyes. But I also could not take my eyes off this sight. I remembered the satisfied look of the doctor when I was with him for the procedure. Yes, probably, the doctor was also a great lover of young and developed anuses, and besides, he was the creator of this cave of Alibaba. But the role of the doctor did not end there….

    One slightly unpleasant consequence of this treatment still bothered me. At the moments when the unbearable wanted to go to the toilet and the pressure from inside the intestines was great, the anus could not hold back this pressure and something fell out. As I did not try with all my might to squeeze the anus – it still opened. Apparently, these procedures greatly stretched the muscles of the anus and weakened them. Now it was necessary to always go to the toilet in advance and not wait for the intestinal overflow. I have read that it is also possible to use special medical anal plugs that prevent the intestinal contents from falling out. And I decided to try using them. The problem turned out to be that the plugs themselves fell out of my hollow with any sudden movement and the muscles of the anus could not hold it. I had to look for a very large sample. I found a 7 cm plug and inserted it into my anus. At first, it was still not comfortable to constantly walk with such a large traffic jam, but over time I got used to it. At first, I only inserted this plug when I left the house and got used to it for many months. My gait changed a little and looked odd. I had to force my legs a little more to put less pressure on the anus. I told everyone I knew that I hurt my leg. After half a year, I got so used to it and my anus adapted to this plug that I almost stopped noticing it. And even when he came home, he forgot to take it out and could even calmly fall asleep with her. In rare cases, the cork still fell out of me, when squatting and some sudden movements. And then I came up with an order to hand over to myself a special belt-panties that pressed this cork and did not let it fall out under any circumstances. I was pleased with my invention and now I could live completely free and move wherever I wanted. Of course, going to the toilet became a little more complicated, it was necessary to unfasten it all, and so on. But on the whole, these were little things.

    A year later, I accidentally discovered that without a belt, the cork almost completely ceased to hold in the anus. That is, if a year ago, the cork (without a belt) held well and did not fall out, now it fell out almost immediately. Apparently the muscles of the anus stretched even more and stopped holding it. In general, this was not a problem, since there was a restraint belt. But it was still strange to see how such a large plug freely enters and falls out tighter back almost without the resistance of the sphincter muscles.

    Then I decided to live a little without a plug and try to restore the sphincter function. What was my surprise that now it has become even more difficult to control the contents of the intestines. If before, only with high pressure, the sphincter could not cope with its task, now, even with normal pressure from the inside, the sphincter almost did not hold anything. It scared me. I somehow didn’t think that there could be such consequences. I decided to see a doctor. I didn’t tell the doctor the whole story about traffic jams, etc. He simply said that over time, the sphincter began to lose its elasticity, which led to the well-known consequences. To admit, the doctor was not at all surprised and, as it seemed to me again, a shadow of satisfaction and joy passed over his face. “Let’s see, Lawrence, what’s going on there,” the doctor said. I took off my pants and got down on all fours. “Fuck” – the doctor exclaimed, unable to cope with his surprise and delight when he saw my anus. But he took the sei in his hands and said: “Sorry, Lawrence, it’s just that you have a very unusual case … ..” I understood perfectly well and did not ask stupid questions. After examining my anus, the doctor inserted 3 fingers into my anus and asked to squeeze the anus as much as possible. I tried my best to squeeze it. The doctor said that he almost did not feel pressure and that the muscles of the anus were almost completely atrophied and, I’m afraid, it will be impossible to restore them. He paused and added that there is, however, a device that closes the anus and prevents intestinal loss … but now you have to live with it all your life. I said nothing. For better adaptation to these devices I can give you special injections, they will relieve discomfort and tension in the anus. ”I didn’t say that I had no discomfort from these“ devices ”for a long time, but decided to accept the doctor’s offer.

    A week later, I came for a second appointment with the doctor, who had already prepared everything I needed. He said that these are very long-acting injections and can be repeated in half a year. The doctor inserted an anal dilator into my anus, sprinkled it with anesthetic and made several injections. He then inserted the device and secured it to his waist belt. It felt like the device seemed very large to me, but I was already a prepared guy and did not resist. The doctor said that the effect of the drug will increase within 2 weeks, so at first it will be uncomfortable to walk and you need to be patient a little and continue to lubricate the anus with a special cream. And indeed, in spite of all my experience and training, I barely got to my feet and took the first steps, something very big was bursting my anus. The doctor said that a smaller size would not work for me, since the anus was very stretched. This device was a large elastic rubber cylinder (anal ring), closed with a special stopper. The doctor said that the cork should be taken out when the toilet wants to, and the ring itself should never be taken out at all. The sensation was even more intense than when I myself walked with a butt plug. Since the plug had a narrowing and did not stretch the anus itself so much. The anal ring was much wider than the butt plug and kept the anus more open. When I got home and pulled the stopper out of the ring, I gasped. The ring was 8 cm in diameter and my anus was a huge open cavern. Now it is clear why I felt such a strong schedule in the anus. The first few it was really not easy for her: it was quite uncomfortable to move and just at rest with this huge ring in the anus. But after a few days, the feeling of bloating and discomfort began to disappear and after 10 days they completely disappeared. The drug began to act in full force. The only thing even stranger was the gait, the legs became even more apart and the ass was more protruding back. I had to tell everyone that I had a minor operation and now I have to walk like that for a while.

    I invited Mike to visit, this is the black man with a huge cock. I took the ring out of the anus and looked at my hollow in the mirror. Another shock struck me. The anus almost remained open, that is, it completely lost its elasticity and the sphincter remained completely open and it seems it was completely destroyed and not functional. I didn’t know what Michael would think, much less how he would fuck such a giant hollow. But as it turned out, Michael was very resourceful, and he was wildly excited by my gaping huge open hollow.

    Lawrence goes hunting

    Once Lawrence met a handsome man – a young bodybuilder with a stunningly beautiful ass. His name was Dylan. He was a versatile person. And for some reason Lawrence wildly wanted to reveal this pitching to the limit. But Dylan’s anus was extremely narrow, Lawrence had difficulty inserting a pair of fingers into it. The more interesting and tempting the task was. Lawrence’s domestic servants were mainly from India and were proficient in the art of herbal healing. Lawrence sometimes used their broths and teas to lead to strong arousal or, on the contrary, to relax himself and his partner. He asked the servant to prepare some very strong tea, which would both strongly stimulate and relax the muscles. The tea was ready and also tasty and aromatic. Dylan happily drank 2 cups and was wildly excited. At the same time, he said that he felt some lethargy and wanted to lie down.

    Lawrence launched an attack. He began to lubricate the anus of this young handsome man with a special anesthetic and relaxing cream. The anus, surprisingly, was more pliable and softer than usual, but still quite tight. It took a lot of time and cream to thoroughly relax and warm up Dylan’s narrow hole. Tea and cream did their job. The anus lost its original elasticity and sensitivity and Lawrence took a 30×6 cm dildo and slowly and carefully began to insert it into the bodybuilder’s cool hole. Dylan groaned with either pain or pleasure … or both at the same time. But he had almost no strength to resist. Dildo confidently and energetically continued to work his way inward and strongly stretch the narrow hole. Finally, the dildo entered completely.

    Dylan was whining and breathing heavily. Despite all the means of relaxation, he still felt that his anus was stretching and tearing something gigantic. Lawrence brought another cup of tea and the young bodybuilder drank it with pleasure. Dylan was very excited and the Organizer began to give the most memorable blowjob in his life. At the same time, he began to move a huge dildo in his ass. Dylan writhed in pain and pleasure. And soon he exploded into a violent orgasm. Lawrence left the dildo inside the bodybuilder’s powerful ass and offered to lie like that. The second effect of the tea – strong relaxation – also worked well, and soon Dylan fell asleep, despite the palpable bursting pain in his anus.

    This was the first step towards unlocking Dylan’s immense potential. Lawrence was very resourceful and wealthy, and could afford many different expensive tricks and means to make his dream come true. He wanted this young bodybuilder with stunningly beautiful buttocks – to see him with an incredibly huge gaping hole instead of a narrow small hole in his anus. The dildo games continued all the time.

    The tea worked flawlessly. And Dylan’s point every time took more and more new “depth and breadth.” But nevertheless, after the games, the point again turned into a narrow closed hole. Here it was necessary to look for more radical methods. Lawrence remembered his doctor Holtsten decided to consult with him. He said that his friend has the same problem with the sphincter as he had before, but his friend categorically does not want to go to the doctor. Dr. Holtsten was quick-witted and did not ask for details. He said that if the creams do not help, then you need to somehow make him wear a butt plug or a ring. And the only way is to provoke artificial incontinence in him, then he will have nothing to do but wear a butt plug.

    They came up with a simple plan and the next time Dylan’s tea was mixed with a strong sleeping pill and he fell fast asleep on Lawrence’s bed. Then Lawrence let Dr. Holsten into the house, and he deftly and quickly inserted some devices into the bodybuilder’s anus, opened it, sprinkled it with anesthetic and made several injections directly into the sphincter. “That’s it! He will not notice or feel anything. ” – said the doctor, “soon he will have minor problems with incontinence and he will have to contact me.” These injections have, in principle, been widely used in medicine to treat sphincter spasms. And the reader already knows about it. But let me remind you once again that this drug gradually blocks the transmission of nerve impulses to the sphincter and it relaxes a lot and stops performing its function. The effect of this drug builds up slowly, over a period of 2-3 weeks. Therefore, the patient will not immediately notice anything.

    Dylan woke up as if nothing had happened. They had sex. This time, Dylan was in an active role. And Lawrence no longer bothered his point today. They met several more times over the course of a couple of weeks. And Lawrence noticed that Dylan’s anus was getting softer and more relaxed and it became easier and easier to insert big dildos into it. Today the bodybuilder’s hole has taken 8 cm in diameter dildos. Tea and cream were always on hand. Dylan himself could not believe how quickly his asshole adapted to such huge dildos.

    Two weeks later, Lawrence invited his handsome friend to a posh restaurant. Variety and sophistication the kitchens amazed Dylan and he could not resist and ate like an elephant. When they got up from the table, Dylan said that he needed to go to the toilet, but before he could finish the phrase, he suddenly froze strangely and then flew out of the hall like a bullet. His friend had to wait for him for a long time, in the end he returned. He looked confused. “What happened?” Lawrence asked. “Yes, so, not a big force majeure. I can’t tell you more. ” – answered the bodybuilder. On the invitation to go to visit Lawrence, he also refused. But Lawrence guessed what his friend’s force majeure was and secretly enjoyed what happened.

    Then Dylan disappeared for a couple of weeks. Lawrence did not bother him, giving him time to reflect on the situation. Then he called him and offered to meet in the evening. Dylan replied that they probably need to stop playing with his point for now, since he started having some problems and he is very worried about that. Lawrence said he would advise and pay for an excellent doctor and Dylan agreed. “Well, that’s all,” thought Lawrence, “got a mouse.”

    Dylan went to see the doctor. He examined him and said that you need to temporarily wear an anal plug with a belt attachment and regularly deeply lubricate the anus with medicinal cream. The doctor immediately gave Dylan a cream and a butt plug and fixed it on his belt, saying that it had already been paid for. Our handsome man got up and walked. It was not familiar, but bearable. In any case, it was necessary and there was no need to fear new incidents. “How long should you use this plug?” Dylan asked. “Until complete recovery,” the doctor replied, and then added, “but this is at least a year.” Dylan looked at the doctor in horror. But the doctor’s imperturbable look eloquently made it clear that there are no other options. The bodybuilder thanked the doctor and left.

    Another month passed before Lawrence saw his friend again. Dylan never had problems with sexual partners, but in the current situation, not many people wanted to deal with such a point. And the young bodybuilder decided to meet with Lawrence, who was a connoisseur of a large open anus. Dylan asked that while he is on long-term treatment, he probably doesn’t need to be in a passive role. But the magic stimulating tea and prolonged abstinence did their job … Dylan gave up and the place of the plug in his anus was taken by a huge dildo, even thicker than before. Lawrence was also extremely excited, seeing how soft and pliable his friend’s anus had become. Dildo 10 cm in diameter entered without much groaning and resistance from the young bodybuilder. And the most amazing thing was when, after a thorough ramming for about an hour with this dildo, Dylan’s anus remained open and gaping, barely clenching after removing the dildo. “I like this hollow more,” thought Lawrence, “but it’s not the end yet.” He was a maximalist and wanted to see Dylan’s limitless progress and a giant cave between those super cool pumped up buttocks.

    In the next meeting, Lawrence quietly during sex replaced Dylan’s anal plug with a slightly larger one. Then he made these changes several times. His friend hardly noticed anything. In addition, the doctor’s cream had an analgesic and highly relaxing effect. Dylan once complained that the butt plug sometimes pops out during training in the gym and thus causes a lot of inconvenience. Lawrence then suggested that he visit the doctor again.

    The doctor suggested replacing the plug with an anal ring with a closing valve. He said that in all respects it will be more convenient, but it will take time to get used to. Dr. Holsten asked to undress to examine Dylan’s anus. The anus looked great. After removing the plug, the anus remained the same open, the sphincter function was completely paralyzed and the muscles began to partially atrophy. “In a year, this hole will remain open forever,” the doctor thought, “since the muscles will completely atrophy and will never recover”. But he said aloud, “while it is difficult to speak about the results of treatment, this is a very long process. Let’s continue to lubricate the anus with cream for now and I will give some injections inside the anus. It won’t hurt. ” The doctor gave another injections, which extended the blockage of the sphincter innervation by another half a year and contributed to the atrophy of the anus muscles. Then he liberally lubricated the bodybuilder’s anus with cream and inserted an anal ring, which constantly kept the anus even more open. He told how to use the sash and how to maintain hygiene. Dylan thanked the doctor and left. It was a little unusual to walk, the anus felt excessive pressure from the inside. The bodybuilder went straight to Lawrence.

    “Well, this butt ring looks good,” Lawrence said ironically, “I suggest we go on vacation to the island next week. This is our private family residence, there will be no one but us and the servants. “

    Island. First trip.

    On the island, Lawrence suggested to his friend not to use the anal ring so no one sees them and it’s okay if something happens. Dylan took out the ring and they went to dinner in the garden, under a canopy of fresh curly flowers. After a hearty dinner, the Organizer offered to swim in the sea and they got up from the table to go to the beach. Before Dylan had time to take a few steps, Lawrence heard the sounds of “slap, slap.” Dylan froze and after a moment shyly said…. that he felt nothing and had absolutely no control over it. “Don’t worry,” said Lawrence, “the servants will clean up, especially since there are horses on the island and the servants know how to do everything.” The young bodybuilder was very embarrassed and frightened by what had happened, and was silent all the way to the sea. He could not understand how this could happen and why he did not feel anything at all. The sounds of “slap” now began to haunt Dylan constantly, at least a couple of times a day, and even more often on days of training and hearty breakfasts. “What’s going on,” Dylan once asked, “why can’t I completely control it? Why doesn’t the doctor’s treatment help ?! ” Lawrence replied that this is not a problem, you need to give time, and then he wildly likes what a huge spacious hollow Dylan’s anus has turned into. Dylan was not satisfied with the answer, but he really liked being on the island and seeing that Lawrence was not at all worried about what was happening, and rather strangely glad about it, and he began to calm down a little. Although the feeling of shame and embarrassment each time took possession of him at the sound of “slap”. One evening a strong wind was blowing outside and it was quite noisy and Dylan did not even hear the sound of “splashing”, but saw Lawrence’s sly wink.

    For a few moments he could not understand what had happened. Then suddenly I realized, made sure that I was not mistaken and asked: “What do you like – do you like this ?!” Lawrence replied: “I love not what comes out of you, but the fact that you cannot control it … there is something devilishly exciting about it.”

    The guys swam in the sea and lay down to sunbathe. Dylan’s hole was large and open and beckoned to Lawrence with its defenselessness. He was a maximalist and in his head he was already playing dozens of insidious plans – how to make this anus even larger, much larger, extremely larger. Dylan didn’t really like what was happening to him and he was very worried. Then the secrets of the Indian servants and their secret potion came to the rescue, namely herbal teas, which lifted the mood and greatly aroused.

    The young bodybuilder, without suspecting anything, drank this cool delicious tea 3 times a day and his mood became relaxed, playful and joyful. He stopped worrying about the “slap, slap” sounds that were regularly heard behind him. Moreover, the servant instantly cleaned everything and the house and the garden were perfectly clean. Nevertheless, he somehow started a conversation about the fact that the doctor’s treatment is not very effective and probably something else needs to be done. Lawrence said he would think about it. He talked with the doctor and then reported to his friend that he needed to make a visit to the doctor and discuss everything.

    The doctor listened carefully, and as they agreed with Lawrence, he told Dylan that an operation should be performed, since therapy does not help in view of the sufficiently severe trauma to the anus. The operation and the postoperative period will be completely painless, since modern laparoscopic operations leave a suture of no more than 5 mm. And also modern medicines and ointments will completely eliminate any discomfort. All bills will be paid by Lawrence and it just makes sense for him to refuse such an offer. “What are the guarantees after the operation?” Dylan asked. The doctor replied: “50/50, but in any case he does not lose anything.” The young bodybuilder thought a little and agreed, signing all the necessary documents.

    After the operation, Lawrence entered the operating room and looked at the results of the operation. It was delicious. Dylan’s point expanded by another 5 cm. This became possible after internal subcutaneous incisions of the sphincter, which now completely and forever lost its functions and forever became open and incapable of any movement. But that was not all. Elastic expanding rings were inserted under the skin around the sphincter and before and after it. Rings are constantly expanding soft tissue, the recent anus to contract under its own tissue weight. These aesthetic details made Dylan’s anus look incredibly huge. Now the anus looked like a huge cave and was open in any position of the body and walking. The sight was incredibly exciting and Lawrence could hardly restrain himself so as not to fist this hollow right on the operating table.

    Although the operation was completely without blood, nevertheless, for quick healing and adaptation of the anus, the best pain relieving and relaxing ointments were prescribed. Also, a special anal valve plug was developed, which was attached to the belt and tightly closed the huge opening of the anus. If it was necessary to go to the toilet, the flaps in the valve were opened by pressing a small button. Then a hose with water was inserted and everything was rinsed. Such things are often used by people with incontinence. This option was carefully refined and was more comfortable and did not cause any discomfort when wearing. Although, of course, it took some time to adapt.

    The doctor explained to Dylan that he needed to walk around with this valve for a while, maybe about a year, until everything healed. The young bodybuilder was surprised at such a long time, but did not contradict the doctor. Despite the fact that Dylan’s anus was extremely widened during the operation, at first he felt something bursting in his anus and walked a little into a sag. It looked funny and Lawrence loved it. Over time, Dylan’s anus got used to it and his gait more or less leveled off, although an experienced eye could accurately determine that something was interfering with a person’s walking. The size of the plug valve was decent, in order to completely close Dylan’s open hole, it was necessary to make an individual size of about 7 cm in diameter. And without panties, it seemed like a large sewer pipe was inserted between those luxurious buttocks.

    Lawrence bought his buddy a membership to a new private indoor sports club where he could train alone on a schedule. Some exercises were difficult, especially squats. The powerful muscles of the buttocks tried to squeeze the valve, but it did not give in and this caused discomfort. I had to spread my legs wider and try not to strain the anus, although there was nothing to strain inside the anus, all the muscles were disabled or atrophied. But over time, the bodybuilder developed the necessary squatting technique and continued to train without any problems.

    Periodically, the anal valve had to be removed, cleaned and lubricated with cream anus. Dylan took out the valve and accidentally looked at his anus in the mirror…. Previously, he did not look at him and could not even imagine what became of his ass. He could not even believe his eyes when he saw a huge tunnel on the site of the former small narrow anus. This tunnel was open and not narrowed as it moved the buttocks or legs. It seemed like a huge tube had been inserted into his anus. Dylan was shocked and suspected something was wrong. It seemed after the operation the anus became even larger. He called Lawrence and told him what he thought of him and hung up.

    Dylan had a hard time coming to his senses, but there was nothing he could do. He examined his anus as best he could and discovered by touch that inside, deep in the soft tissues, there are some kind of O-rings that seem to keep his anus open even without a valve. No muscles in the anus are working and the sphincter seems to no longer exist at all. The hollow was completely out of the control of a person, and all that remained was to continue wearing the valve. Although Dylan tried to retire for 1 week and live without a valve, in the hope that without it the anus would somehow adapt over time. This did not lead to anything good, and after a week he was forced to insert this valve again. The valve itself was very comfortable and did not cause almost any inconvenience. But the very thought that you have not an anus, but a huge tunnel with some kind of mechanism inside, infuriated Dylan. A couple of months later, returning home from training, Dylan felt that something was wrong. The trousers in the back somehow got heavy … Thank God he was not far from home. Arriving home after flushing the anus, he realized that the valve flaps had broken and now they could not hold the pressure from the inside. There was nothing to do but contact Lawrence and ask him to make a new valve for him.

    Lawrence suggested that his friend live on his island while he was making the valve, because it would take about a month. The island has great fitness equipment, and Dylan will have nothing to worry about, even with his ruined hollow. The staff on the island is specially trained. The young bodybuilder agreed and soon flew to the island. For the duration of the flight, he inserted a large plug into his anus and somehow tied it with ropes to his thighs. It was very uncomfortable, the cork, even tied, tried to jump out all the time, the movements were constrained. But since his friend organized a private jet flight, in general, he coped with the flight not bad. On the island, he freed himself from the hated plug and felt a great relief: moving easily quickly at ease.

    Darek, the majordomo on the island, said he was aware of Dylan’s health problems, referring to his incontinence. And he said that everything had already been foreseen for him on the island and a number of preparations would be ready in the near future. Special chairs were made for him with a cut-out hole in the seat and a vase under the chair. And also converted many devices for watering plants on the island, for washing showers. Dylan was unexpectedly surprised by this foresight and concern. Although his anger at Lawrence has not yet passed. He also had a pleasure boat and many other delights of the island at his disposal. Darek gave him special clothes, such as a tunic, which slightly covered his buttocks but did not cover his huge hollow. “In general, you can live here” – thought Dylan, and went to dinner in the garden, where he was invited by the majordomo. Comfortable clothes and the complete absence of something foreign in the anus brought great pleasure and ease to Dylan. For the first time in many months, he could move freely, run, play sports and other activities. Of course, “surprises” happened periodically and inevitably, and the young bodybuilder could not get used to them for a long time. Quite unexpectedly, and at any moment, something fell out of his body onto the ground. Well, absolutely at any moment and it was in no way possible to feel it, since all the nerve connections of the sphincter were long ago destroyed. The servants on the island cleaned everything with lightning speed. However, Dylan cursed Lawrence and what he had done to his anus at every surprise.

    Dylan’s anus toy

    Lawrence came to the island a month later. Dylan had already adapted so much to life on the island and his surprises that he completely stopped noticing it. But Lawrence liked it immensely and excited. He understood that now this handsome athlete is completely in his power. He will not be able to live anywhere so comfortably except on his island. His anus has forever become a huge non-functioning hollow that he can no longer control. The athlete was completely helpless and it seems already got used to it. Dylan’s helplessness could be seen all the time when there was a “surprise” beneath him on the ground. And often he did not even notice it. He looked like a wild stallion, in the literal sense of the word, who walks in the forest and does not even notice when something falls out of him. But Lawrence didn’t want Dylan to forget about his humiliation and helplessness. Every time the sound of “slap” was heard, the owner of the island winked at the young athlete. Dylan was angry and embarrassed and couldn’t help it. Since Lawrence was in the same situation as his friend, Dylan began to do the same. On the island, the owner also took out his valve and enjoyed the freedom and absolute comfort for his anus. The athlete also winked at Lawrence when he saw that something plopped from his anus to the ground. It has become a fun tradition on the island. And the guys apparently enjoyed the helplessness and humiliation of each other.

    The owner of the island liked Dylan’s huge gaping hole so much that he used it constantly, inventing more and more new roles for this cave. Two hands fit into this hollow easily and without any lubrication, so it was necessary to come up with more sophisticated games. Once he shoved a baseball into the anus of a young bodybuilder. Of course, gradually, without haste, with terrible groans and gasps of the latter. Then he asked to get up and walk. The ball held up perfectly inside and did not allow Dylan’s legs to move straight. He will offer to go for a swim right with the ball in the ass. Dylan stumbled to the beach with difficulty. It was a sight to behold. Even in the gaze of Darek’s majordomo, a spark of surprise and lust ran.

    Finally, a long-awaited package arrived from the mainland. It was a bespoke toy that was an artificial anus housed in a large, thick silicone cylinder. This toy was specially made to fit Dylan’s anus and fit entirely in his hollow. Now he could be fucked with an ordinary dick. At the same time, the walls of the toy expanded and created additional pressure on the anus. Of course, Lawrence knew how to give pleasure to this huge cave, and the first person he allowed to use his friend’s “new” anus was Darek – the majordomo. Of course, all the servants were selected not only and not so much for their professional qualities as for special criteria. This criterion was the large size of the penis. And Darek was the very first representative on this criterion among the staff. It was a gigantic phallus. Behind the hooded trousers, it was impossible to guess his size. But when Dylan saw this miracle the first time, his jaw dropped. It was impossible to imagine that such dimensions are on earth. It was truly a baseball bat, hanging at rest below the knees. When this giant rose, Darek could easily take it into his mouth, if he could of course fit in thickness.

    Dylan’s artificial anus was smeared with cream and Darek started. The toy was made of very soft delicate silicone and expanded easily. But nevertheless, this giant had difficulty getting inside. Dylan felt a lot of pressure and groaned. Of course, Lawrence gave him a special tea beforehand, which relieves pain and relaxes the muscles. However, when Darek managed to half-insert his phallus, the pressure on the walls of the young bodybuilder’s anus was outrageous. He moaned and squirmed, but Lawrence pressed him tightly against the bed in front and kept him from getting off the giant bat. The artificial anus was through. Therefore, Darek’s phallus could move on, penetrating into the farthest corners of this handsome man. Dareka longed for this moment, and now he was at the height of bliss. Moreover, there was rarely a chance that someone could accept this monster. A little more effort, and now the whole phallus entered the bodybuilder. Dylan yelled, but it was clear that he was both painful and pleasant at the same time. He could not have imagined such a stretching of the anus. The walls of the anus are stretched to the maximum. The majordomo was also at the height of bliss. He began to pull out his phallus and then slowly insert it again. From the outside, it looked like a giant fire hose was being inserted into Dylan. Few people on earth could take such a phallus, so Derek enjoyed every moment of this intercourse. Still, without an artificial anus, there was no point in fucking Dylan. Even such a giant of the majordomo could hardly touch the walls of its destroyed and stretched out hollow. And with this toy, to both sides, it seemed that everything was natural and both felt extreme sexual arousal.

    When Lawrence realized that his friend was no longer breaking out, he stopped pressing him, and sat down in front and inserted his cock into Dylan’s mouth. Of course, the athlete continues to scream and moan with every push of this monster in his hollow. But his screams became muffled and for a cock in the mouth. Moreover, no one has ever penetrated so deeply into it. It seemed to him that this phallus would come out of his mouth. Darek also took a special tea so as not to cum quickly. He longed for this handsome man and his gaping hollow that he could have finished in 1 minute. Tea, however, significantly postponed this climax and allowed to enjoy this incredible penetration. Dylan’s anus was stretching to the limit and it seemed that it was about to crack. But excellent preparation in the past and special creams made his anus incredibly elastic and pliable. The feeling of the utmost fullness of the anus.

    He drove the young athlete into ecstasy. Darek was already hammering his anus, not holding back, with powerful jerks drove a cock to the very balls. The athlete continued to moan with every thrust. Lawrence pounded his friend in the mouth. It was an unforgettable sight and delight. Darek fucked this hole for a long time and dynamically. And now his pace accelerated, his penis swelled even more and endless streams of semen poured into the bodybuilder. There was a lot of sperm, probably about a glass, and Dylan could feel something warm spreading inside him. Then the main servant made the last push and collapsed on the athlete without taking out his penis. Lawrence finished soon after. All of Darek’s sperm was deep inside the young athlete and slowly absorbed into him. Nevertheless, when after a while Dylan got up and went to the sea to swim, the copious juices of the majordomo still flowed from him for a long time.

    Huge prolapse

    Dylan’s anus stretching didn’t go unnoticed. The inner rings that were inserted into the anus (laid inside the tissues) and kept its shape began to gradually tear, since they were not designed for such extreme stretching. After another sex with an artificial anus, the last ring broke. The rings were very soft and their break was not physically felt. But aesthetically, the anus lost the shape of a giant tube and turned into a soft bag. When Darek took out the anal toy from the hollow of the athlete and he got to his feet, something happened unexpectedly. This whole huge stretched sack, which has now become Dylan’s rectum, fell out of body and began to hang like a huge sack between his legs. Since all the muscles of the anus have long been atrophied and nothing kept this extremely stretched intestine from falling out.

    The outer tissues of the rectum were very coarse, from endless intercourse, and therefore the bag looked dark. The majordomo, in spite of the just finished coitus, got aroused again. At first, the young bodybuilder did not understand what it hang between his legs, but when he guessed, he was damn scared. It was a giant prolapse like they hadn’t seen in any porn. He was cheerful almost to his knees and was very fat. From far behind it seemed like a giant phallus swinging between his legs. Dylan looked at Darek and his giant erect phallus. “Looks like you like it all ?!” he exclaimed, embarrassed. Not knowing what to do next. Darek grabbed this bag with both hands and began stroking and stroking as if it were a cock. The young athlete liked this, although he did not leave the feeling of fear for his body. The Majordoma said that the Master would love this giant sack of meat between Dylan’s legs. And so it happened. When Lawrence returned to the island 3 weeks later, at first he could not understand what had happened. He understood that giant pumps stretched Dylan’s penis. But when he came closer, he realized what was the matter and instantly became aroused. During this time, the young bodybuilder has already completely mastered and almost forgot about prolapse. But when he saw Lawrence’s surprised eyes on the rolling out, he realized what was the matter. The owner of the residence never saw the prolapse being thrown out all the time and this sight simply mesmerized him. Dylan had to pose for Lawrence all evening and the next day and serve his perversion of desire. Although it’s over, he liked it himself.

    Sex addiction

            Lawrence wanted not only to completely destroy Dylan’s anus, he wanted to turn him into a sexually preoccupied lustful pig, who can think of nothing else but another portion of sex. And it will not be just sex, but the most perverted sex, in which only a few fists or a few extremely giant phalluses can satisfy him. Of course, with such a huge anus, ordinary sex and an ordinary penis is absolutely physically impossible. But the Master wanted the young bodybuilder to be truly obsessed with sex. Of course, a young body already has enough testosterone. You just need to remove unnecessary mental restrictions and provide all the conditions for sex, and then … you will have a real sexually preoccupied pig, craving sex all the time. Dylan’s physical modification had already been completed. Now and forever he has no anus, but only a giant tunnel, or now a huge meat sack, which hangs between his legs constantly. During sex, Darek inserts this meat bag back inside the athlete, then inserts an artificial anus and then starts to fuck with his powerful phallus. In order to further emancipate and excite Dylan, a decoction of special herbs is mixed into his tea and drinks, the secret of which has been kept by the Hindus for many centuries. These are very rare herbs with strong alkaloids that disinhibit the human brain, that is, completely turn off the action of the Superego, turn off the controlling mental function. The most secret human desires come to the surface. And the other part of the herbal infusion arouses lust and sexual desire. In this way, a person simply uncontrollably wants sex. Dylan didn’t even understand why he became so lustful on the island. But he definitely liked it. Moreover, those who wanted to have sex with him were not few.

            Almost all of the servants in the residence were selected according to special criteria, and had an extraordinary size of the phallus. In addition, there was very little sex on the island, and the servants were strictly forbidden to have sex with each other. The servants used to have fun with Lawrence when he came to the island from time to time. But this was clearly not enough for the sexual satisfaction of a dozen young, full of vitality and sexual energy servants. Now that a young handsome athlete with a phenomenally roomy anus appeared on the island, the servants were allowed to use their sexual energy as intended. Namely, into Dylan’s luxurious anus. Once the Boss watched, and it was incredibly exciting for him, that the young athlete was fucked for 3 days almost without a break. Dylan only had time to clean up after eating and he was immediately ready to fuck on. The athlete’s anus was perfectly trained and withstood any load, although of course it was not easy. The sperm was all poured deep inside, somewhere already in the region of the sigmoid colon, since all the phalluses were of fantastic size and penetrated much further than the rectum. Some of the semen was absorbed in the intestines, but most of it then flowed out of the young athlete for a long time. Lubrication, of course, was not used, since the sperm did not have time to dry out or be absorbed, and each next servant fucked on the sperm of all the previous ones.

            Dylan did not notice how he became sexually addicted, that he liked these gigantic insatiable phalluses, these streams of sperm, these extreme feelings of stretching the anus. He could no longer imagine that his morning could start somehow differently, except to take 2-3 phalluses, sequentially or simultaneously, into his spacious cave. He definitely enjoyed life on the island. And Lawrence definitely liked what a sexually preoccupied and ruined up pig he turned this young strong handsome man. Lawrence knew that now this young bodybuilder could not live without daily sex with giant cocks or fists. The last few months, the athlete cum only when he felt the extreme stretching of the anus with several cocks or fists. It was the pinnacle of bliss. And against the background of the action of alkaloids and extreme sex, a strong indestructible connection arose inside his psyche. Now the bodybuilder will desire only this kind of sex all his life and will become depressed if he is not extremely fucked several times a day. Now it is a lustful pig and a huge hollow, which still does not fully guess what it has become.

         Lawrence thought as he mentally addressed Dylan: “Sure you will crave and demand that unfeasibly large cocks in your new pussy to help plug and stretch you to new levels of depravity, and fists will be your true passion, your true addiction … “

    Pussy modification

       One day, Dr. Holtsten called Lawrence and said there was a new “exceptional” patient. He was a young, strong, muscular guy with serious problems in the sphincter. A case similar to Dylan’s. But the guy was even younger and not as muscular, although in great athletic form. The guy complained of pain in the sphincter. And the doctor decided to carry out “similar” treatment as in the case of Dylan. Lawrence was required to provide the guy with a secluded, calm and pleasant place to “rehabilitate” after surgery. But first, Lawrence wanted to know more about this guy. Of course, the doctor could not know much, and even more so personally information about the patient. Then the Boss hired a detective and collected a maximum of information about the young man. To the great happiness of Lawrence, he turned out to be gay, but due to the very soreness of the anus, he could not practice anal sex at all, although he tried to do it from time to time. Occasionally, he dropped in at kinky fisting and golden shower parties. But there he was always only an observer and sometimes jerked off to himself in the far corner. Due to his young age, he had not yet had time to fully emancipate himself and become corrupted, but there was undoubtedly his desire to understand this depraved side of the world. The Boss only needed to remove all obstacles and push the boy to his real desires. And the Boss knew a lot about it. But in this case, he decided to take a slightly different path. He also liked damn guys with big masculine cunt. That is, their anus was developed to such an extent that the walls of the anus turned into a kind of pussy, only more huge and juicy. Lawrence decided that this guy will have the largest male cunt in the world, whether he wants it or not.

         The Boss has developed a new boy transformation program with Dr. Holsten. But first, it was necessary to somehow “motivate” the guy, under any pretexts to convince him of the need for this operation and other modifications. They decided to act consistently and unhurriedly, but very purposefully. Lawrence has already imagined in his head all the most vulgar and depraved pictures of how this handsome man with a big huge pussy would look like. And besides, how he becomes obsessed with sex and will expose his cunt to literally everyone who wants to satisfy his sexual hunger. This extremely stretched cunt will need frequent and long penetration sessions. And he can only be satisfied when his cunt is stretched to the limit and put on several large penises or a fist. Lawrence was very excited by this idea of turning a virgin boy into a sex pig with a big cunt.

    At the next appointment, the doctor told Chris about the treatment plan. He said there is a new technique developed at the National Institute of Proctology. Treatment and rehabilitation is funded by the state. Since this is a new technique, there may be very rare minor side effects.

    “In any case, the treatment is effective and will bring you complete relief from painful symptoms and may even bring additional bonuses,” the doctor barely smiled at the last words.

     – “What are the side effects?” Chris asked.

    “It will depend on the more specific treatment plan and procedures, we will come back to that question later,” Dr. Holsten answered.

    – “Rehabilitation will take place in a very cozy boarding house on the island. Since the program has just received funding, you will be one of the first patients. I am sure you will like the treatment and our boarding house, ”finished the doctor.

    – “What will the treatment consist of?”

           “First, as we discussed earlier, there will be an operation. Unfortunately, you have already tried all the other therapeutic methods and they were unsuccessful. You will undergo a sphincterotomy – an incision in the sphincter, and a special medication will be injected directly into the sphincter cavity. After the operation, the period will be almost painless, you will be prescribed good anesthetics. At first, a tube-shaped drain will be inserted into the anus. After a couple of months, rehabilitation will end and you will live with a completely new anus …. Oh, I wanted to say, without any painful sensations in the sphincter, ”the doctor finished almost speaking.

            After 2 weeks, all formalities were settled and a contract for treatment was signed. Chris only had to pay 10% of the cost and was fine with that. A week later, Chris was operated on, then quickly and comfortably transported to the island, in the distant residence of Lawrence. That is, it is a Small Residence on the other side of the island. This was done so that the new visitor to the island would not meet Dylan and not be horrified by the sight of his gigantic destroyed anus and intestines hanging from it. The operation was not exactly what the doctor told the patient about. In fact, this is what was done. The sphincterotomy was complete, not partial, or rather it was not even a sphincterotomy. The sphincter was completely removed and thus the anus was opened wide. Anatomically, the anus was really about very narrow, despite the fact that the pelvic bone is quite wide. Then they additionally removed some of the external muscles around the rectum, which squeezed and narrowed it. But the most outstanding thing was the modification of the tissues surrounding the anus. They were pumped up with silicone as much as possible, so that they began to crawl out 2 inches and looked like a huge, well-fucked cunt. These are inherently very elastic and have always been in a compressed corrugated state. Now, when nothing was squeezing them anymore, and with the presence of silicone, they easily swelled and opened the anus even more. Now Chris will not be able to walk without feeling his new labia rubbing against each other. And it will constantly turn him on and want to be fucked immediately. For the period of healing and rehabilitation, a thick tube-catheter was inserted into the anus, which completely eliminates injury and contact with the anus mucosa. In addition, this catheter has special holes for injecting medication into the walls of the rectum. This medication will speed up healing and relieve pain. Therefore, the patient will not have any unpleasant sensations, he will not even really feel the catheter, since nothing was squeezing the anus anymore. At first it will be possible to move only on a wheelchair.

    A lot of care from the staff of the residence and a personal doctor created an incredibly comfortable environment for Chris that he could not even think of.

         In general, the unsuspecting patient lived like this on the island for 3 months until it was time to remove the catheter. By the way, going to the toilet didn’t bother Chris these months either, as the catheter led everything he needed into a special sealed vessel in the wheelchair. At the end of this period, the patient even forgot to go to the toilet. But most of all he was glad that for almost the first time in his life he had no pain in his anus. And of course he was already dreaming about cool anal sex after he recovered. Lawrence was already anticipating this sight. Especially the very first moment of Chris’s humiliation, when he sees his pussy and realizes that this is forever. And then, when the incredible size of the majordomo’s penis falls into his cunt without even touching the walls. And then, when Chris cannot control his anus, and he will wink at him every time something spontaneously falls out of his anus on the ground. These labia, into which his hole has turned, will now be visible to anyone who sees him without clothes, even at a great distance. Even in tight swimming trunks, they will seductively look through the fabric. His life will never be the same again. Standard sex and vanilla boys no longer suit him. Anyone who sees this gaping male cunt will know that this is a fucking experienced fist who practices fist. Now there is no more modest handsome man with a narrow hole, but there is a real sex pig, with an incredibly huge cunt for endless use.

            A week before the removal of the catheter, Chris began to receive tea with the addition of strong aphrodisiac herbs. Thus, by the moment the release of his anus, Chris was extremely sexually aroused and was ready to explode at any second. Darek, for this week he was transferred to work in a small residence and dressed him differently, he was not wearing the usual Indian hoodie pants, but there were tight trousers that could not hide his giant weapon. Chris, seeing this, froze in place and, forgetting any embarrassment, stared at this hose, peering through the pants of the butler. All week Darek courted and served Chris, demonstrating in every possible way his giant instrument through his trousers. And one day Darek, pretending that he had not noticed anyone, began urinating in the bushes. Chris would be at the corner of the veranda and could perfectly see what was happening in the bushes. And of course the main Servant stood in profile towards his observer. Something impossible was happening with Chris: he oozed wherever possible, even his cynology was shivering with lust. A special energizing tea and a cute buttress with an incredible penis drove Chris crazy. 

                By the time the catheter was removed for the new guest of the island, he was already “ready”. Lawrence wanted to be personally present. And he wanted to see the eyes of the young virgin athlete when he first saw or felt his new anus, or rather what was left of him. Darek began in private. After removing the catheter and examining the anus, he simply took off his skinny jeans and took his powerful weapon with his hands and went to the head of Chris, who was sitting on the gynecological chair. Lawrence was in the office and pretended to be helping. Chris looked at this phallus with horror and delight. He took it first in his hands, then tried to take it in his mouth. Only a third of the head could fit into Chris’s widest mouth. He wanted and was afraid of this giant. He had no idea that his anus would not even feel this giant now. That his anus could now only be satisfied with a decent sized fist or two. And the appearance of his anus and huge labia just screamed about how to hard fist this juicy hollow. From now on, not one dick can’t satisfy him. Only the most extreme perverts, lovers of hard BDSM and fisting will be able to covet this disgracefully open and smashed anus. No vanilla boy even comes close to this hollow.

         Lawrence was already dripping with excitement himself, admiring this huge gaping cavern between Chris’s legs. Darek, too, was on the verge of excitement. He approached Chris’s huge hollow, and with the fame “don’t be afraid boy, you won’t even feel anything”, inserted his huge monster into the opened anus of a young handsome man. After a moment of fright, Chris froze and could not understand what was happening … He felt only a slight pressure somewhere deep in his stomach, when Darek’s phallus rested on something deep inside his body. But no more sensations. He looked at Darek, at his crotch pressed tightly against him and did not understand anything. “Where was the Servant’s phallus? !!!” he thought dimly. Lawrence was already holding the mirror ready and brought it to the patient’s groin.

         Chris could not believe his eyes, the cock was all inside his anus and some other strange large tissues, like the labia, were wrapped around this penis. The servant made several sweeping movements: taking out and inserting the penis and the gaping cavern. Chris saw that the penis was going into him, but he didn’t feel anything. A wave of terror swept over his face. Lawrence was jubilant. “What have you done, you moron, to my anus,” the patient yelled. Lawrence looked gloatingly and said “just relax, dude, now you have no anus, we turned it into a huge tunnel, constantly open and free for passage and passage. It is irreversible.

    (to be continued)


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  • Cock Ring shopping

    So I went to a store to buy one of these cock rings that I had been reading about. Supposedly they make you last longer and cum harder. I found a store in Vegas that carries all sorts of sexually explicit clothing and planned my trip. Being a little nervous I walked into the store and up to the counter. The cock rings were all displayed in a glass case. I was a little nervous and excited at the same time. I was looking at the different rings on display when a sales guy asked if he could help. He was mid 30’s and in good shape with wavy hair. I remember thinking “not bad”! Now I was going from nervous to horny!

    I told him I had read about cock rings and honestly, I had no idea how they worked. He gave me a short sales pitch about them and then asked what size I might need. I had no idea they came in sizes, but it made sense. I was a little taken back when the guy behind the counter said I could try them on and he offered to help select a size that fits. He informed me that they clean the rings with antibacterial cleaner after they have been tried on. He said he had been with his share of guys and that based on my body build he figured my cock would be thick. Hmmm I now knew where his thoughts were headed.

    He then suggested I step into a changing booth and try on a ring starting with the largest and working my way down. He told me to call him when it was on and he would check it for size. Following his explicit instructions and a lot of effort, I got my large balls through one at a time, and then my cock. I hesitantly called him. He pulled the curtain back exposing me to the store and looked at me(I had stripped as I wanted to see how it would look). His eyes took all of me in, and I do have a great athletic body. Then he reached to me and his hands took hold of me and started checking the tightness around my balls and cock. He said he thought the large would be good but lets try an 1/8 down. He came back and helped me get the large off by maneuvering my balls and slowly growing cock. Again, I struggle and he helps put the new one on. It is too tight so we put the large back on. A lot of fondling of my cock is going on but he remains very professional. Just doing his job!

    Soon I have the metal ring on again, and he feels me and says it fits good but I should get my cock hard to see if there is any discomfort. I am really enjoying this and the only other guys in the store were in another booth trying on lingerie. They have both peeked over and winked at me a couple of times. Feeling bold, right in front of him, I take hold of my cock and begin stroking as he watches. He asks if I am gay and I say no, but I do enjoy bi. With that out of the way he reaches for my nipples and tweeks them as his other hand finds my balls. I can see his cock sticking out hard against his jeans. I reach for him and release it. Wow what a great cock! I am more of a top, but when I see this great cock in front of me, I kneel down and taste it. He is leaking precum and I take him down my throat giving him a few good sucks before standing back up. He goes down on one knee and begins sucking my cock! The curtain is open and the lingerie guys walk by and begin watching us. I look at them as they begin touching each other and kissing with their eyes glued to the action. I smile at them as he continues and then I am ready. He opens his mouth and I stroke it as I spray my cum hard all over his tongue and face. Wow, I collapse against the wall. Regaining his composure, he straightens himself up, feels my cock again and says he thinks it will be a good fit and I should just wear it home.

    Putting my clothes on I follow him to the cash register and I pay for the ring. He still had my cum on his cheek and was licking his lips saying how good I tasted! The other couple had returned to looking at leather and lingerie.

    True story about great customer service! NO doubt I’ll be back

  • D’Kass Black Presents Jail’s Bait: Chains & Cuffs (Book 3)

    ‘…And that-that’s what you need, p-partna…. a NIGGA- a nigga like ME…’

    ‘like me…’

    ‘like me…’

    ‘like meeeee…’

    I woke up in a sweat, my breath ragged and uneven, Trey’s phrase echoing through my mind, Joe didn’t notice my sudden return to reality; naked, he slept on and on as I got out of bed quietly, and crossed to the dresser, where I sat down, studying my sweat-soaked, horror-stricken face in the shadowed room.  There was no need to look downward to know that my boxers and tee-shirt were also drenched from my perspiration.  A glace at the digital clock revealed it to be that time just before dawn- the time when they say it’s always darkest.

    Not as dark as my mood, I reflected. 

    I looked past my own reflection to where Joe lay on his side of the bed, one corner of the bedsheet tossed across his back as he was lightly snoring.  I wondered as I stared at him what the hell I was going to tell him about my new law partner.  After we finished making love (?) in the car and I’d passed out, Trey had revived me and then drove me back home, getting a cab from my place before anyone else could show up.  Luckily the boys were still out and Joe had yet to come home for the day from the prison.  I’d showered quickly and crawled into bed, feigning fatigue and illness when Joe came home later on.  I was so disgusted with myself and how lose I acted that I didn’t leave the house since. I stayed home from work also yesterday, so as to avoid Trey- and I let all his calls go to voicemail.  I just HAD to speak to Joe first, and also decide just what I was going to DO about Trey.  There was only one incontrovertible fact that kept ringing in my head, over and over…

    I wanted him.

    I wanted Trey like I had NEVER wanted anyone in my life.  He made me feel so, so… ALIVE, such passion..!  I wanted to get to know him.  I wanted the birthdays and the Christmases and the vacations, the parties and the plays, the opera and the caviar, Cancun and sex-on-the-beach (the drink AND the event)- all with Trey.  These were also (I could finally admit to myself) all the things that I never really wanted to do with Joe.  On the few trips we have gone on I just went through the motions, but I hadn’t really enjoyed myself.  And the fact that he was happy just made me content.

    Content…?

    ‘Content’ is something someone should never JUST be in a relationship.  It should have passion, fire- my relationship with Claire was all of those things in the beginning, which is why we stayed together so long even after Lamar was born.  We could read each other’s mind on a lot of things.  We still kept in touch, she calls to check on our son all the time.  We developed a friendship and a level of comfort-ability in our relationship that still remained as the romance died out.  With Joe all I’ve felt is… nothing, really- except a burning desire to rather have a V-8 than to be with him anymore, now that Trey’s come along.  Trey put the hope of a happy future back into my head.

    Yet all this was going too fast.

    I couldn’t just jump out of one relationship and crawl into another one without catching my breath; yet, suffice it to say, I have come to the conclusion that I just couldn’t be with Joe anymore, if I could even think of being serious with another man.

    Joe shifted, and in his sleep his arms reached out for me.  It seemed prophetic, that this gesture would become a permanent one soon- Joe reaching out for me, who would no longer be there.  I even tried to find some sadness in my heart for the death of my relationship with Joe, but my heart was too excited about learning more of Trey.  The shadow of Saturday’s dawn light was creeping into the east window.  Come morning, I would sit Joe down and tell him about my feelings and end this once and for all.

    I would be an eternal fool, however, to tell him anything about Trey.

    I saw that the message light on my cell phone was on.   I picked it up from its charger and, grabbing my bathrobe, I crept out into the hallway, sitting on the top of the stairwell.

     

    A darkened room with the open door at the end of the hall revealed that the boys weren’t home; possibly they were either at a club that was still open or they were over at Malik’s house, they sometimes stayed over there if they were closer in proximity during their daily excursions.  So much the better, I thought to myself as I clicked open the phone and accessed my messages.

    (BEEP) ‘Hey, Mr. Clark, it’s Malik.  I dunno if u herd from Lamar but he an I… had a fight.   He might not wanna be nowhere I could find him till he calm down so don’t worry iight?  He jus coolin off, but I’ll find him an bring him home.  Iiight one.’1 (click)

    DAMMIT, I thought, thinkin bout where my son could be staying at, hiding from Malik.  It didn’t sound like it was a fist fight, must be a lover’s spat.  I thought about putting a APB out but that might embarrass Lamar more than help.  I was about to get up and go wake up Joe to help look for Lamar when the next message kicked in.

    (BEEP) ‘Ummm, this is the fifth time I tried to call you, Danny.’

    My heart did a back-flip and my ass twitched like it was starving.  Even over the voicemail, Trey sounded so …sexy, I yearned for him.  This shit was so confusing.

    The message went on. ‘Danny, I know you are probably avoidin me and I probably deserve it, threatenin your relationship like that.  I-I’m sorry, it’s just that I have this feelin when I’m with you, like I can see us doing the holidays together, Christmas, birthdays, Broadway, Cancun- all of those things.  I wanna just talk to you… listen to you, all that… I just want you to know that it’s more than me wantin to fuck- not that that’s a problem- but it IS more than that- for me at least.  I just want to get to know you be-‘(click)

    “Awww SHIT,” I said aloud, jumping up from the steps.  “The got-damn message clicked off..!”  But what I DID hear, the things he said… he wants those things too, everything I want with him, HE WANTS WITH ME… a tear escaped my eye and dropped to the floor.  Right then I wanted to call him, to tell him that we could have that, and put my arms around him, never to let go again…

    “We’re going to do this, Trey,” I said, closing my cell phone back up.  “We’ll be together, I promise you.”

    “And who’s Trey..?”

    I whipped around.  Malik was standing there in Lamar’s bedroom doorway, a full set of pajamas on and slippers.  He looked like he hadn’t been to sleep at all.  “Malik,” I whispered, catching my breath.  “You can’t DO that, I might have fallen down the stairs.”

    “I jus might push u if u don’t tell me who da FUK dis Trey is,” he said menacingly.

    “I just got your voicemail, and it seems as though you might be upset… Yet you WILL not forget yourself, and especially in MY house,” I snarled right back in a menacing whisper.  “I could care less that your father is sleeping right behind that door,” I said, jerking my thumb behind me, “I’ll teach you proper manners..!”

    Malik stood firm, resolute- and then he just broke down.  Large, thick tears of his own spilling down across his face.

    I’d hadn’t seen Malik lose it like this since the night he found out that Joe was his biological father- the night of the disastrous First Dinner with the fellas…  I went over and put my arms around him.  Malik clung to me hard, I almost couldn’t breathe.  “It-it’s Mar,” he sobbed.  “I fuckd up, Mr. Clark… I fuckd up r-r-real bad.  And n-n-now he p-prob don’t w-w-want me no m-mo,” he choked out.

    “Shhhhh,” I soothed Malik as I led him to the stairs and down to the kitchen (lest we wake up Joe), where we sat at the table and I held onto him with a father’s hold until the storm of weeping passed.  I knew that Malik was too rough in his outside life to break down like this to his boys, but he knew that he didn’t have to hold back how he felt in our home.

    After a time Malik grew quiet, and he reached for some paper towels which rested on the table, wiping his face and blowing his nose.  “I’m sorry, Mr. Clark,” he said brokenly.  “I ain’t mean ta do all dat.”

    “It’s perfectly understandable,” I replied, taking a paper towel and wiping the rest of the unbidden tears from his chin.  He stared at me, all little boy-like.  I was reminded sharply of how much he lost as a child, growing up without a father’s counsel.  “Do you want me to go get your father?” I asked, thinking that maybe Joe might want to be the one to handle this.

    “Naw, he sleep,” Malik said.  “I wasn’t gonna wake u neitha but since u wuz up…” and then he haltingly told me the story of what happened at the mall the afternoon before.

    ”.,And I know dat Mar aint gonna belie me when I tell him I aint let dat ho on me like dat, she just jumpd on it cause she saw a hard dic in her face.  An right az I was gonna get her off me, here cum Mar in da back to see eerything.”

     

    “Well, I believe you, Malik,” I said.  “You do have a tendency to lose all rational thought when someone grabs onto your dick.”

    “You mean like that time you did it over by the stove last year?”  Malik painfully reminded me.

    “Yes,” I sighed; “not my proudest moment, I have to say.  But since I’ve done it, I can say that I believe you when you say it wasn’t really your fault.  But Malik, you have to realize that you can’t go running about with so little self-restraint.  Jerking off in the stock room just because you miss my son can’t be the norm, you must understand.”

    Malik nodded.  “I get dat- it’s all my fault.  I aint gonna never live dis down,” he said, tears splashing on his cheeks once again.  “Mar aint never gonna forgive me.”

    “Malik- if my son could forgive both you and me for what WE did, I’m sure he’ll overlook this obviously loose woman who practices on jumping the first hard dick that swings in her face.  If he sees it from your perspective (something I know my son is capable of), then I’m sure you guys’ll work though even this.”

    He just put his head in his hands and just sat there, mired in his own grief.

    “I don’t know what else to say that could help, Malik,” I finally commented, thinking that in no uncertain terms could I possibly judge or condemn him after the debacle I’d committed in the front seat of my car not two days ago.

    “I’m a total fuk-up,” Malik said; “yo my bad, I aint mean to cuss u and all dat…”

    “No problem,” I assured the boy.  “As a matter of fact, since you decided to tell the truth about what happened to you, I can return the favor.  Now Malik, this has to remain between us until I can talk to your father,” and then I proceeded to fill Malik in on Trey and the events of the night before last.

    After I was finished Malik just sat there, his mouth open.  “And I thought I wuz a fuk-up,” he said, completely forgetting the fact the he tried not to swear around me.  “Wow, in your front seat?  Dayum,” he said, shaking his head.  “And you really don’t love my popz, huh?”

    “I gave it my best, you must believe me,” I began.

    Malik put up a hand to interrupt.  “I believe you did,” he said; “how could I not, when you took a chance to believe my story?  Look, if dis Trey’s who u wanna be wit den go for it,” he said, patting me on the shoulder; “but just do me dis favor an let my pops down ez, iight?  He gonna b hurt but jus give it to him real gentle an shyt, he really loves u.”

    “I know,” I replied ruefully, “and that’s what’s killing me now.”

    “…You say dis kat’s name iz ‘Trey’, huh?” Malik asked.

    “Yes, why do you want to know?” I asked, suspicious of Malik’s intent.

    “It’s jus… dat kinda name aint too common round hurr,” he said.  “I think I hurd my momz talk bout a Trey once, Trey-sumthin.  I gotta ask her bout dat,” he said, frownin.

    “Still tryin to check up on me, huh?”  I asked.  “You would think YOU were the P.O.”

    Malik laughed quietly.  “Naw, Mr. Clark,” he said, getting up from the table, “I just wanna know dat dis kat aint gonna fuk you over neither.  Just cause you an my pops aint gonna be 2gether no mo don’t mean I’mma stop carin an shyt…” and with that he headed off for the stairs.  At the foot of the banister he paused, looking back at me.  “Mr. Clark?”

    “Yes?”

    “Thanks for listenin,” Malik smiled wanly.  “I think I could sleep now.”

    “You’re welcome.  By the way, Malik?” I called behind my back.

    “Yea?”

    “We’ll deal with you losing your job tomorrow, okay?”

    “I wuz kinda hopin you aint hear dat part,” he grumbled as he headed up the stairs.

    I sat at the table a while longer, feeling sorry for the woe that was coming for both my sons once Lamar and Malik faced each other.  I was suddenly glad that Lamar took off for the night; please God let him let off some steam first- then there wouldn’t be so much bloodshed, I inwardly prayed.  Not that there wouldn’t be bloodshed anyway when I face my own lover with some terrible truths, I admitted to myself as I got up from the kitchen table and headed up to bed myself.  I just hoped that wherever Lamar was, he was doing just fine…

    ***

    Sittin on da bed after talkin to Mr. Clark, I remembered jus why I trusted him so much when I was lockd up.  He got such a calm thing about him an shyt, I love him wit all my heart… an I knew it had nuthin ta do wit da fact I was fukkin him once… I jus- jus love him as a father-son thang.  I knew I had a pops, but it-it’s different wit Mar pops an me.  He jus did so much fo me, not stuff like my own pops giving me shyt and buyin me things, but real deep-type shyt, like stikkin his beck out when he didn’t hafta when I wuz up fa parole in dat robbery charge.  Shyt like dat you don’t never forget- he gotz loyalty from me fo life an shyt.  I was just worried still bout Mar- I aint know where to even begin lookin for him.

    I guess Mr. Clark really helpd me to calm down cause jus then I remembrd then two things.

    One wuz from da street-life trainin me an Mar both had when we wuz 15 from this older kat named Spoonie- he had moved out hurr from New York- da Bronx I think.  We wuz runnin guns and money for him befo I got lockd up.  Spoonie was cool enuff wit me an Mar, so he tol us he moved out hurr to Seattle cause of sum shyt dat happened back home- sumthin bout one of his boyz, his name wuz named Dante- who had killd off another one of his boyz named Tyrell, then shot himself- but he had used Spoonie’s gun ta do it.  Spoonie hadda bounce den cause his fingerprints was all over dat .38 an he swore me an Mar to secrecy… he said he had tol us about dat cause we had kinda reminded him of Dante an Tyrell, da both of us…

    Anyway Spoonie tol me an Mar one real good thing to always remember- if we wanted to hide sumthin, whether it wuz doe, drugz or ourselves, always hide it where no one would think to look- which wuz rite in plain sight.

    Dat wuz da first thing I remembrd.

    Da second thing I remembrd wuz dat look dat Rah-Rah gave me.  Like he had jus won sumthin when he saw Mar catch me wit my dic in dat hoe’s mouf.

    Sumthin clikkd in my head den; I KNEW where Mar was.

    In a cold haze I dressd in my black panthers (whut I call my black boxrs, black jeanz, black hoodie, black du-Rag, black get-away driver gloves, da all-black Iversons) an reached for my own all-black .38, slippd it in da waist of my boxrs and headed downstairs real quiet, so Mr. Clark wouldn’t hear me if he wuz still up.  Outside it was still real cold an still real dark.  I didn’t even notice, all I could think of is getting over there- over ta Rah-Rah crib.

    Pullin my hoodie up over my head, I pickd up da pace, dissapearin into da darkness.

  • The Hot Exterminator, A Palm Springs Story

    Turning The Hot Alpha Exterminator Into My Bitch

    The alpha exterminator Tom had bred my hole in my spa.  He had taken to calling me his boy, making me into his bitch, at least for today.  Although the fucking had been hot, I wasn’t accustomed to being a bottom for anyone.  I wanted to put the alpha dog in his place.  But he was 6’2” and 200 pounds of tanned, tatted and smooth muscle—most likely stronger than me despite my 10 workouts a week.  I’d have to outsmart and seduce him if I was going to get a shot at his hole.

    We got out of the spa and headed, with our semi-hard cocks swinging, in the direction of my tiled outdoor shower.  I loved this feature of my Palm Springs home and used this shower more than the one in my ensuite bedroom.  With ficus trees lining the perimeter of my property, my backyard was completely private and I could shower without fear of being spied upon.  

    I turned on the shower and let the water warm up.  I said “After you stud,” with a wink, and Tom stepped under the shower head.  I poured some shower gel into my hand and began lathering up his muscled body.  I rubbed his wet pecs, which were at least 50” then soaped up his 20+ inch biceps.  I leaned in closely and ran my tongue over the peaks of both ceps.  His cock started to swell once more and he moaned softly.  I lifted his right arm and rubbed some gel into his black-haired armpit before doing the same with his left pit.  

    “You know,” I said, “I have another kink you might like.”  “You don’t say,” the hot termite inspector said with a mischievous grin.  “Yeah,” I said while reaching for and unhooking the hand-held shower head.  I moved a lever that switched the shower spray from the overhead shower head to the nozzle in my hand.  “When I’m showering with a stud like you, I like to spray our cocks, balls and ass cracks with warm water until we get hard and one of us cums.”  And,” I grinned, “the loser naturally gets fucked.”  “Hmmmm,” Tom said, “You’ve already shown you have little ability to control your orgasms.  Are you sure you want to be railed again with my alpha cock?”  He took a step backwards and did a double bi-flex pose as soap dripped from his armpits and pecs.

    I smirked at him “We’ll see.”  It was my way of letting him know he wasn’t going to be the alpha dog anymore.  I reached my left arm around his back and pulled him close to me.  My right arm held the shower head, and I turned it upside down so the warm water began to spray against our low-hanging smooth balls.  “Ohhhhhhh fucccckkkkk!” moaned the muscle hunk.  His thick 8” cock jumped and was soon fully erect between us.  My 7” cut cock responded almost as quickly.  

    We began to frot once more—rubbing our swollen cock heads against each other—as I aimed the shower spray between Tom’s legs, letting the warm water flood his ass crack.  He sighed loudly.  I brought the hand-held shower head back and turned it downward so the spray began to assault our two mushroom heads.  A spurt of white pre-cum dripped down Tom’s fat shaft.  My mouth crashed into his as I kept the shower nozzle aimed downward between us.  My own cock was soon throbbing, feeling the sensation of the water and the exterminator’s big knob of a head.  I moved the shower head once more under our balls.  Tom’s body was vibrating now, as he drove his tongue into my mouth.  He was also panting like he had before breeding my hole in the spa.  Hold on, I told myself, hold on.  He’s yours if you do.  I brought the shower head up and turned it downward one more time so the water sprayed our cock heads.  Tom’s body shuddered against mine.  I demanded “Say it!” “Noooooo,” the stud moaned in response.  “Say it!” I commanded, tilting the shower head so the spray hit his v-spot right below his mushroom head.  He spasmed against me “I….I….I submit!”  Cum erupted like a fountain from his slit.  It landed on my cock head and balls before being washed away by the shower spray.  The sexy termite inspector all but collapsed against my body.  He buried his stubbled face between my 46” smooth pecs.

    Holding onto the muscle stud with my left arm, I replaced the hand-held shower nozzle and switched the lever so the water flowed down on both of us from the shower head above.  “Now, you’re all mine, bitch,” I taunted.  I wrapped my right arm around Tom’s neck and squeezed while placing my left hand over his nose and mouth.  Within seconds, Tom started struggling, trying to break my front-facing sleeper hold.  But I held him firmly in place, likely impressing the hunk in distress with my strength.  His hands tried to pry my left hand away from his face.  I kept up the pressure and soon the muscle stud was sagging against my body.  His hazel green eyes rolled backwards as his knees buckled.  Tom’s body went completely limp and I let him go.  He slid down the length of my upper torso and quads until he was fast asleep on his chest on the tiled floor.

    My hard cock pulsed with desire.  I had half a mind to jerk off right then and there and coat the stud’s broadly muscled back and butt with my load.  But his ass was too much to pass up.  I kneeled down next to him and slapped his face.  “Time to wake up, bitch,” I ordered.  He lifted his head and shook it.  “What…what happened,” he mumbled.  “You lost toy boy.  Time to pay up!” I gloated.  He got to his knees.  As I stood up as well, I grabbed a fistful of his wavy black hair and led him out of the shower, across the grass and back under a portico where I had an oversized black yoga mat.  I shoved him down onto his back and quickly straddled his body before sinking onto his abs.  I couldn’t resist those perfectly defined pecs.  I formed claws with both my hands and dug into them.  He cried out in pain.  His eyes pleaded with me to stop.  I snorted and taunted “How’s that feel, bitch?”  I finally relented and inched forward until my legs pinned his shoulders.  With one hand I cupped the back of his head and pressed his face into my steel pipe and balls.  My mushroom head bumped into his mouth.  “Open wide fucker!” I ordered.  He parted his lips and I rammed all 7” inches inside.  I started yanking his head forward over and over again—skull-fucking the hot exterminator who was now my submissive muscle boy.  “Fuck yeah!” I exclaimed.

    I was tempted to explode my load down his throat or pull out and give his handsome face a facial, but again his hole was what I wanted most.  I let go of his head and reached back to grab his legs.  I yanked them up and rolled the sexy inspector over and back.  His feet touched the ground beyond his head.  His delectable ass cheeks pointed skyward.  I moved my hands to his hamstrings and stood.  Perfect, I thought.  Tom was about to be pile-driven.  “Tell me what you want, bitch!” I ordered.  There was a pause.  Then he said “Your thick cock.”  I almost came hearing his submission.  Pre-cum had moistened the head of my swollen dick.  I spit into his ass crack.  A light dusting of black fur lined his crack and encircled his completely exposed hole.

    Oh yes, Tom was gonna get fucked hard and rough.  I wanted him to be crying out my name before this was over.  “Who am I, bitch?” I demanded.  “You’re…you’re my alpha Dom,” he replied plaintively.  I knew I had him.  He was mine—all mine.  My swollen mushroom head found Tom’s opening.  I pushed right past it and went balls deep in one thrust.  “OHHHH GODDDDDDD!!!” he cried out as my full length penetrated his very tight hole.  Rolled up, Tom’s semi-hard cock pointed downward toward his face.  It began to thicken again as I thrust my dick in and out of his hole.  The thought occurred to me that Tom might have been a virgin.  He certainly wasn’t anymore.  “That’s it, bitch, take my alpha cock up your muscle boy hole!” I exclaimed.  Tom responded in kind “Yeah, Vinny, fuck me, fuck me hard!  He grunted “Oh!  Oh!  Oh!”  I was loving it.  It was a 360 degree change from our time in the spa.  He was fucking mine.  I owned the muscle stud.

    My cock went deep inside his canal on every thrust downward.  His hard cock spurted pre-cum between his pecs.  The fluid dribbled down onto his Adam’s apple.  Tom stared up at me with sex-hazed eyes.  “Fuck yes!” he exclaimed, “Fuck me, Vinny, make me your bitch boy!”  I nodded down at him “This what you needed, boy?”  He whimpered yes.  I kept pummeling his hole.  My cock felt thicker than ever—like I could go on forever.  But my load was rising.  The hot exterminator began to clench down as I thrusted my manhood inside his hole.  The massaging of my dick was too much.  I yelled “Oh God, I’m cumming!!!” and buried my hard, throbbing cock inside his chute as it detonated a huge load.  I nearly fell forward but steadied myself on the stud’s hamstrings.  His eyes suddenly rolled backward as his balls drew up.  Cum exploded from his cock coating his nose, cheeks and mouth.  His body shuddered below mine.  Both our climaxes lasted for several seconds before subsiding.

    I unrolled Tom’s legs and let myself collapse on top of his muscled body.  I licked his salty release from his face and kissed his mouth once more.  Soon, our tongues were intertwined.  Our bodies were incredibly sweaty from fucking like animals in the blazing heat and slid easily against each other.  We stayed that way for a long time–passionately kissing and slip-siding away.  After three cum loads, you’d think we’d be done but our cocks came back to life.  I almost said “Let’s go again,” but realized the hot exterminator was probably already late for his next appointment.  Instead I nuzzled against his face and murmured “Next time, we’ll wrestle on mats in my garage.”  “Yeah?” Tom replied “And what happens to the loser?”  I smirked “I think you know the answer.”

    The End.

  • Return to Lake Manitou

    “I think I’ll go out on the dance floor,” I said, not waiting for an answer. As I stood, Guy’s hand fell away from my knee where we’d been leaning into stools at the bar at Davey’s Locker roadhouse on North State Route 25, north of the Fulton County airport, which was nearly on the northern bank of Indiana’s Lake Manitou.

    Guy was a big, muscular black dude, ugly as sin in the face but a body to die for, if that’s you came to Davey’s Locker to get. I’d come with Juan, the Hispanic operator of the Lake Manitou boat rental company on the north shore of the lake, across East State Road 14 from the airport. We’d hooked up a few days earlier when I’d rented a kayak to explore the lake I had once summered at as a child. That had been more than fifteen years ago, though. Juan had both the great body and the good looks. We’d fucked in the marina office after I brought the kayak back and he’d suggested coming to this roadhouse. He said he’d bring me here, which he did and then, saying he’d hook up with me later, he pursued a young guy out onto the dance floor.

    He left me at the bar and this black stud had immediately moved in on me. He seemed too big and mean to me—sexually arousing, but dangerous and aggressive. I was a little guy, somewhat androgynous in looks, some said more pretty and cute than handsome, and I was leery of the big guys, especially the black ones. They seemed to see me as a campaign, with my trim body and narrow hips—a challenge—to mount once to see how it would go and then be gone. Could they get it in? Would I squeal like a pig while they were trying?

    This black dude, Guy, hovering over me at the bar, came across as that sort of stud. One hand on the small of my back, the other on a forearm, symbolically already possessing me. Offering to buy me a drink, with both of us knowing that was at least the start to closing a deal. His eyes were giving me that “Can I get it in? Will it be fun trying?” look. His hands were on my hips, stroking the hollows there—moving from hollow to pert buttocks, measuring the distance.

    “Thirty-three inches,” I said, answering the question he hadn’t asked.

    “Amazing,” he said, and I knew he was subtracting from that in his mind however thick he was. “Listen, Clay, I was thinking we could—”

    “I like this song. I want to go out on the dance floor,” I said.

    He said, “Fine,” and I was off the stool and headed for the floor before he could say more.

    I was in Rochester, Indiana, for the summer, fixing up and selling, probably, my family’s cottage on Long Beach Drive on the shore of Lake Manitou. The lake pushed up against the eastern edge of the city. Rochester had been the town of my paternal grandparents before arthritis hit them and they moved to Tucson, Arizona. They had done that late enough, though, that my family, my dad being a military officer with us living abroad most of the time, had visited four summers in row to use their lake cottage. They were both prominent doctors living in town, but they had this Victorian-era lake cottage with two bedrooms downstairs and a big dormitory room in the attic. My dad had grown up in Rochester and had lots of stories of running with a bunch of kids at the lake and swimming off the dock of the Long Beach Drive cottage.

    I was a writer, in graduate school in a creative writing program at the University of Chicago. My aunt, who had kept up with the Manitou Lake cottage and was still living in Rochester had died recently and I found I inherited the lake cottage. There was a writing symposium going at the lake this summer that was supposed to start in the coming week and I was combining taking that in and staying at the cottage to see about fixing it up and putting it on the market.

    As much as my family had moved around in my life, I’d always thought of Rochester and Lake Manitou as some sort of “home,” and when I came here for my aunt’s funeral, stories of my family that people I met here, combined with stories my own memory had dredged up, had resonated in my brain. I hoped to spend time at the cottage pulling these even closer to the surface and writing stories inspired by my family’s “Rochester years.”

    But I also wanted to write stories of the gay life I had been leading in Chicago. I was highly sexed. I wanted to live life to the fullest. Hence the quick hookup with Juan at the boat rental place and letting him bring me to Davey’s Locker. Less than a week at the lake and I’d already been covered by a Hispanic hunk and was being rushed by a big black dude.

    I wanted the cock of Guy, the black giant, too. He was curious about my thin hips and how well he could split those. I was curious about the same thing. He scared me, but I wouldn’t tease him too long before we both satisfied our curiosity if he pursued.

    Guy followed me out onto the dance floor, which was crowded, everyone dancing with everyone else. It suited my purpose. I got separated from Guy and was glad for it. He attracted me but he also scared me more than a bit. He obviously wanted to leave with me. I wasn’t sure if I wanted that. I’d come with Juan and assumed I’d leave with him. We’d fucked on the desk in his office, but I wanted something more conventional, slower than that and I’d left the cottage prepared for a night of it. I’d expected him to take me back there and we’d do it on the bed of my grandparent’s cottage—maybe for hours.

    In his office, he’d been like any of the other built studs I’d been with—all aflutter on how easily he’d be able to get it into a small guy with narrow hips like me, and then celebrating when he found he could.

    But I didn’t see him on the dance floor or anywhere else in the bar.

    “Are you trying to get away from Guy? You afraid he’s too big for you?”

    I turned my head in surprise. I was dancing in front of a dude a few years older than me—maybe thirty. He was tall and slim, but hard-bodied, his shirt unbuttoned down to his navel to show a hard, bronzed chest. I almost thought I recognized him, but I had no idea where from. I didn’t want to recognize him from anywhere, so I just shoved that out of my mind. What I was after tonight was a casual lay—no commitments or attachments. He was dressed casual expensive, not nearly as suggestive as my red-mesh athletic T-shirt and silky shorts. He had a really good face and a healthy head of black hair. He had a purposely groomed five-o’clock-shadow beard and mustache and the black hair curled around his pecs as well. He had leaned in to my side and whispered what he had in my ear.

    “I’m Trent. I see that Guy is putting the rush on you,” he said. “You don’t look sure.”

    “I’m not. I’m not unsure either, just undecided,” I answered.

    “You might rethink that. He’s a thick nine-incher and you are so slim hipped.”

    “Yeah, I’m not sure about Guy. He’s pressing rather close.”

    “But you’d be good leaving with a man?”

    “No, I wouldn’t have any trouble with that. I came with Juan.”

    “Juan’s already gone. He asked me if I’d give you a ride home. You’re a really cute guy. You want me to give you a ride?”

    “A ride?” I looked him over real well, and he knew what I was doing that.

    “I give a good ride,” he said, with a grin. “My name is Trent,” he repeated. He gave me a close look before continuing, but apparently decided “What the hell,” and said it. “I’ve got nearly eight inches. Not as thick as Guy, but we’ll have a good time.”

    * * * *

    Trent’s car was a black Mustang. He was parked in a back corner of the Davey’s Locker parking lot. The Mustang had reclining seats and we stayed parked for a while.

    As soon as we’d settled in the car, Trent turned to me, cupped the back of my head, brought my face to his, and we kissed. In nearly the next maneuver, he’d pulled my T over my head and taken his shirt off. He wasn’t overbuilt, but he was hard and bronzed and had a great torso, which he pulled me into for a deeper kiss. His free hand dipped under the waistband of my shorts and the red-silk jock I was wearing and he took possession of my cock. I was already half hard. I reached over and unzipped him. finding him to be in full erection. He hadn’t lied about having nearly eight inches. He stripped my shorts and jock off and immediately began to work my butt cheeks, measuring my hip girth with his hands, and spreading my hole with his thumbs.

    “Like the feel of that, little guy?” he asked, coming out of a kiss.

    “Umm, umm,” I responded, knowing what was coming next.

    “You’re such a little guy. Such narrow hips. Hope we won’t have any problem . . .” My seat started to decline. He must have had controls over the seat over on his side of the car.

    And there it was. He didn’t complete that sentence. He didn’t have to. It was the attraction that big dudes like him had to small guys like me. And I knew that he was hoping he’d have trouble getting it in—that that was much of the attraction of bringing small guys like me into confined spaces like this.

    He worked my ass and hole with his fingers while he was turned to me in the seats and we were kissing.

    “You open well enough,” he murmured. I took that as a complement.

    His mouth came off my lips and traveled down my throat to my nipples while his fingers were penetrating me and working me open. I was panting and moaning and giving him every indication of acceptance with my murmurs of “Yes, yes. You’re so big,” as I slow jacked him with my hand.

    I was naked save for the sneakers on my feet. His trousers were off too, and he moved over on top of me in the passenger seat. I was trapped under him in the confines of a sports car, panting and moaning, all of my senses going to the nearly eight inches poking at my stomach—and dragging lower. His hands went to my buttocks, grasping them, squeezing them, separating them, lifting them.

    I spread and raised my legs, digging the pad of my right foot into the top front window frame and of my left foot into the edge of the sunroof frame.

    His cock head was positioned at my hole, moving around the rim, seeking entry.

    “No, wait a minute. Give me time . . . oh, shit. OH FUCK! You’re so BIG!”

    I panted hard, groaned, and give little jerks as he worked his way in. It was hard going, but probably not as hard as he had thought it would be. He was inside me, stretching me, filling me. I had writhed under him within the confines of the seat until he was well saddled. Then we both settled down as he established the rhythm of the fuck. I reached between us, grasping my cock, and stroking myself. His lips went to mine.

    He fucked me and fucked me. I dug my fingernails into his biceps and rode with him as he pumped me. As the fuck increased in intensity and vigor, my hands moved to his waist, and, finally to clutching his butt cheeks and holding him close into me as he thrust hard and deep. All the time I egged him on. “Yes, like that. There, yes, there. You’re huge. Screw me hard.” After an interminable time, he called out, “Shit, I’m coming.” And then tensing and jerking, tensing and jerking, he did. I already had.

    We lay there, impossibly entwined in the Mustang passenger seat, both breathing heavily.

    He looked into my eyes and I held his gaze.

    “Where is it you want me to drive you?” he asked.

    “I thought you just did,” I answered.

    He laughed.

    He stopped the Mustang on the gravel outside my cottage front door, and he got out of the car as I did so and followed me to the door.

    “Is this a date where you kiss me at the door and tell me you had a good time?” I asked.

    “No, this is a date where I follow you in and screw you again,” Trent answered.

    I can’t say I wasn’t pleased by his response. If he was surprised that I had the house all set up for this, he didn’t remark on it until we got to the bedroom. I had the place set with soft lighting and West Montgomery and Charlie Byrd soft guitar music on constant repeat in the background. There was beer in the frig and snacks on the kitchen island counter along with a box of donuts and coffee ready to go in the maker if something went into the morning. I even had a porn film in the DVD player and logs in the fireplace with a soft rug in front of this, in case they were needed.

    It was meant for Juan, but there always would be Juan. I knew where to find him. It was Trent who was here now and I knew nothing about him other than he was big and sexy—that he had nearly eight inches and knew how to use them in a confined space.

    He laughed and made his first comment went we entered the master bedroom. “Is that . . .”

    “Yes, a Saint Andrew’s cross,” I said, pointing to an X-frame I’d assembled earlier in the day and installed in the bedroom. Juan had mentioned them. I wanted to explore with Juan.

    “Do you?”

    “Sometimes. I like variety,” I answered.

    “Well, aren’t you the little slut?” he asked.

    “I can be—and you seem already to know that I can be.”

    We didn’t use it. We stuck with convention. He fucked me on the bed, putting me on my knees, my cheek to the bedspread, the heel of his left front foot pressing down on my neck. I had my arm stretched out in a sacrificial form toward the edges of the bed, bunching up the bedspread, my fingers flexing to the rhythm of the fuck, as he was mounted high above and behind me, using his nearly eight inches to dig as deep as he could and piston as hard as he could to another shared release.

    Afterward, we lay in each others arms and slept. I drifted off thinking of the hulky black stud, Guy, I’d met and almost gone with at Davey’s Locker. Would he have done me this well? Was I really scared of the blackness and bulk of him, or did I regret passing him up?

    I woke in the morning to the sound of rapping on the front door. I was the only one in the bed. Guy was the one rapping on the door.

    * * * *

    Well over eight inches—and thick as a tree trunk. I cried out—nearly screamed—and he laughed, holding my hips between his hands, jutting my ass back from the X-frame, where my arms were lashed to the crossbar as he worked extra hard to penetrate with his jet-black monster cock and gave me a good fucking. I cried out as he snapped me on the back and the legs with his belt. He laughed. It was hard for him to get it all in when I was hanging on the X-frame—which he enjoyed immensely, muttering, “So nice. Such narrow hips. So tight,” as he filled and stretched me, but it was easier this time than it had been the first two times he’d forced it in me.

    I suffered. I suffered gloriously.

    When I had answered the door, there stood the black stud from Davey’s Locker the previous night, Guy. He was dressed in dark blue service coveralls. He looked as surprised to see me as I was to see him. I looked beyond him to find that the black Mustang was gone. Trent had taken what he wanted and left.

    It was what I wanted at the time. Now, though, maybe I was ready to want something more dangerous. I had been thinking of the black hulking Guy when I went to sleep. And here he was.

    “I’m from Clover Home Maintenance. You have a service contract with them. I was sent to ream out your chimney.”

    “Ream out my chimney?” I said. I laughed. He gave me a funny look and then he laughed.

    “I can ream you out real well. I wanted to do that last night, but you left.”

    The chimney had to wait. Guy reamed me out on the rug in front of the fireplace, which we dare not light until he’d gotten around to doing the job that Clover Home Maintenance had sent him to do. He covered me there in the missionary position, his meaty thighs run under mine and one of his arms encircling my waist, holding me, pelvis turned up for deep access, and me reclining back, fists buried in the rug for support, as I warbled his belabored effort to spike me. The porn movie was running on the DVD where we could see it. He had a godawful time getting it in me, but that’s what he had expressed interest in doing to begin with and he seemed to love barking commands at me to open to him and take it.

    I opened to him and took it.

    The second time, bent over the bed, the sash of my robe restraining my arms over my head, the leather end of his belt snapping against my back, thighs, and butt, while he mounting me from on top and behind, was an easier spike for him, but still tight enough for me to writhe and scream and for him to huff and puff and master me.

    And then, him laughing when he saw the Saint Andrew’s cross, with me hanging on the X-frame and him having reamed my chimney to his specification and celebrating his victory with a gigantic orgasm.

    He left me in a puddle at the base of the X-frame, burbling and purring.

    The actual chimney job would have to be rescheduled for later. He would just have to report that no one was home this time.

    I lay there for some time, legs spread and bent, unable to close them, my chimney gloriously reamed, until, with a contented sigh, I dragged myself out, went out to the kitchen, turned on the coffee, and perched at a stool at the kitchen bar, flipping open the donut box.

    Story plots were floating through my brain—ones both of the family stories of living in Rochester and vacationing at the lake and of the sexual experiences I’d had in the week I’d been here. The symposium creative writing classes were starting in two days. I was supposed to come to the symposium with stories to share for critique.

    I went to the patio table on the porch in back overlooking the lake and began to write. I didn’t know how open these writers were to storylines. I wrote both about my family here in Rochester and about awakening to glorious, totally taking male sex. We’d see which stories I would share in the symposium.

    * * * *

    That I decided to occupy and work on fixing up my family’s cottage on Lake Manitou this summer was determined more by finding out about the creative writing symposium being held here. I had originally planned to just let the home maintenance company do any repairs and to put the cottage on the market. And it wasn’t just that there was going to be a symposium here that attracted me. It was that it was being held in a guest house on Barrett Road on the lake front that my grandparents had once owned and used as a sanatorium for their medical patients who were recovering from treatment. It was a large Victorian building with ten guestrooms. It had once been the family home before my grandparents moved into Rochester to be near the hospital there.

    When I arrived for the first session, bearing two separate short story portfolios—one on when the family lived on the lake and one of gay male experiences—I found that there were seven other attendees, most of them older than I was. I was the only one not in residence at the guesthouse. The others had arrived the night before and were already familiar with each other.

    That said, they were welcoming to me, especially a fiftyish Jordanian man named Sayeed, who was dark and handsome for his age and who had piercing dark eyes that turned on me frequently, looking directly inside me, undressing me and using me. He sat beside me—quite closely beside me.

    The surprise was that when the symposium leader arrived, we were getting a substitute for the advertised leader.

    “Hello, I’m Ross Trenton,” he said when he came into the room. “I hope you don’t mind the switch in leaders. Ms. Singleton was taken ill and couldn’t be here.”

    “Aren’t you the author of . . . ?” a woman almost breathlessly said, naming off nearly half a dozen novels, three of which I’d read and enjoyed. When confirmed that, she made sure we all knew that our substitute was a better-selling author than the nonappearing Ms. Singleton was. I barely followed any of this, because I was in shock from the moment he came into the room. It was my Trent from the Mustang coverage session. Now it occurred to me what I’d seen him before. I’d seen a photo of him on the dustjackets of novels I’d read.

    He took my being there in stride, giving me a welcoming smile. I think that perhaps he’d been given résumés of the attendees, with their photos. I think he’d had time to realize I’d be there.

    “The change was last minute,” he was saying. “Luckily I have a summer home on the lake and was here. I’ll be having a reception for you all tomorrow evening at my house. But for now, perhaps we should start with some readings from stories of yours. Perhaps you’d like to go first, Mr. Taylor. Clay, is it?” He was looking at me, with a bit of knowing amusement in his eyes.

    I’d already seen that two of attendees were older women, who seemed to be there together, and another one was a judgmental-appearing priest, with collar. I pushed the portfolio aside of the gay male experience stories and picked up the “Taylors in Rochester” folder.

    My story was one of my father and the teenagers he ran with here on Lake Manitou. The story was both nostalgic and melancholy, as it depicted a simpler, more innocent time of a group of children who were raised together on a resort lake and were on the cusp of breaking up and going out into the world. The main character was a best friend of my father’s who disappeared into the lake one evening when the friends had gone too long into nightfall playing on a pontoon on the lake. One minute the youth was there and the next not. The others were distressed at not being able to find him, being sure he had drowned in the lake. My father was especially distressed as they had had an argument over a girl before the best friend slipped into the water, claiming that he might as well be dead if the girl didn’t pick him. The friend had swum to shore, but the kicker of the story was that less than a year later he’d shipped out to the Vietnam war and had been in a patrol boat explosion on the Mekong River and drowned. He’d impregnated the girl they’d fought over before he left, and she’d drowned in the lake later—perhaps not by accident.

    The story went over well. What I didn’t realize was that while I was reading it, Sayeed had slipped a story out of the other portfolio and at least scanned it. I noticed that and also noticed that he got more touchy feely after that. I didn’t particularly mind. He was a sexy man.

    Ross, the symposium leader, who I had known as Trent, had also noticed the other portfolio. He took me aside at the end of that session and told me that my story had been excellent, borne out, he said, by how supportive the group’s critique of it had been.

    “I rather hoped you had another sort of story. I watched Sayeed, who I know well, and he seemed more interested in the material in that other folder than the one you read.”

    “Yes, well, those other stories are much racier,” I acknowledged. “I gauged the audience in deciding what to read.”

    “Perhaps you’ll let me read the other ones,” he said.

    “Sure, why not?” I said. He’d fucked me very well. If, after reading my stories, with him obviously appearing in some of them, if it helped him fuck me even better, that was fine with me.

    Except it didn’t work out anything like that. When I went to his reception at his vacation house on the lake the next evening, I was introduced to Mrs. Trenton and their two children. Ross returned my stories that evening, telling me that this was where my writing talent really lay and that he’d like to work with me separately on developing that facet of my writing.

    “And will your wife be there with us?” I had spat out and walked away from him without waiting for an answer.

    That revelation hit me like a ton of bricks and it bowled me over so much that, in anger and the need to lash out somehow, I let Sayeed guide me back to his room in the guesthouse and bang the shit out of me. It proved to be a very good antidote, as he had Middle Eastern techniques that sent me spiraling right up into fuck heaven.

    When I went back to my cottage, though, it was with the intention of not showing up at the symposium again but to turn the cottage repairs over to the Clover Home Maintenance people as I originally had intended and beat a hasty retreat to Chicago. I’d been burned by being too forward here. I needed to ratchet it back.

    * * * *

    There’s a small island in the middle of Lake Manitou. There’s nothing much on it because it can only be accessed by boat in a couple of small coves that are too shallow for much more than a pontoon or a row boat and it’s too small for anything but the campfire cookouts my dad once mentioned and that I heard a few of the people he’d once run with at the lake reminiscing about at my aunt’s funeral.

    It actually was my aunt they had been talking about and what a champion swimmer she’d been in her youth. She apparently swam out to the island and back to the dock of this cottage nearly every day of the summer and once or twice had made it all the way to the other side of the lake and back. It was hard to imagine the aunt I’d known doing this—being capable of doing it; being in the shape of doing it.

    I’d taken a break from packing up some glassware and come out to the dock with a beer and had found myself looking at the island, gauging the distance, thinking of my aunt doing that swim, and wondering if I could do it. I had been a competitive swimmer in college. I wondered if I was as good as Aunt Claire had been as a teenager.

    Could I make it to the island and back? After I’d left—after I’d closed down the cottage and left never to return to the lake again, I knew I’d always wonder if I could do it.

    I went back to the house, changed into a Speedo, came trotting back out, and, moving fast in case I changed my mind, jogged out onto and to the end of the dock, dove into the lake, and started swimming toward the island.

    I was nearly there when I felt the side of a rowboat glance off my leg and strong hands were pulling me up, out of the water, and into the rowboat.

    Juan, the guy from the boat rental at the top of the lake, fucked me in the boat as he let it drift into one of the island’s secluded coves.

    “Yes, fight me for it,” he said with a growl and a laugh, as he manipulated me around, much stronger then I was. “It’s more fun to do it by force,” he added.

    The struggling at first at been instinctive not fully comprehending that it was a guy I’d let fuck me before, but then it became a rejecting response to how easily I’d let men take me here at the lake—how little respect they were giving me, at least in my perception.

    So, I struggled, and I lost, winding up going on my belly at the bow, hands and hair dragging in he calm waters of the cove, belly lodged into the bow of the boat, Speedo off, and Juan on top of me, mounted on my ass, hands gripping my hips, cock inside me, and my assailant murmuring, “Sweet. Tight. Such narrow hips. Take it, take it.”

    I took it. And when he was finished in the rowboat and lifted me out of that, waded up onto the small island and onto the moss under a tree, put me on my back, slapped my legs open, knelt between my thighs, put my ankles on his shoulders, and penetrated and fucked me again in a missionary position, I took it then too.

    Afterward we lay there in each others arms. All of the fight was out of me. He had fucked me well. Thoughts were racing through my mind of what my father and his summer friends had done on this island that he never told me about and stories were weaving in my brain.

    “A friend at Clover told me you were thinking of selling your cottage and leaving the lake early,” Juan murmured.

    “Yeah, I am.”

    “You’re not getting it good enough here? I expected you to come back for me. I didn’t think I’d have to come looking for you. But I did.”

    “And that goes against the grain?” I asked. “You’re God’s gift to submissives like me? You aren’t used to having to pursue guys like me?”

    “Yeah, that’s right. But you . . . you’re worth the pursuit. I’d only begun what I want with and from you. Why do you want to leave?”

    Then—why not?—I told him about Ross Trenton and how I’d let myself begin to care and to be duped.

    “Fuck him. Take your pleasures as you want. So, he uses you and has a straight life. You say you think he can help your writing. Use him yourself. Use his writing knowledge. Use his cock if you want—but save some for me too. Stay in charge of your summer at the lake. Let Trenton juggle his own life. Use him. Use me. Oh shit. Fuck. Yes.”

    I’d moved down his body and taken his cock in my mouth—taking charge, using his big one. When he was hard again, I worked my way up his body again, straddled his hips, impaled myself and rode him to a shared liftoff.

    Later, he murmured. “It will be dark soon. You want me to row you back to your cottage?”

    “No, I want to swim back. I’m having a little competition with my aunt. And I want to know that I could take her on.”

    “With your who?”

    “Don’t bother to ask.”

    Back at the cottage I came out of the shower feeling sexy again, cock in hand, stroking it. I picked up my cellphone and called Clover Home Maintenance. Making sure that it would be the black, studly Guy they’d send, saying, “He’s already assessed what needs to be done and I think he’s the one to do it,” I made an appointment for him to come out and ream my chimney. Then I lay on my bed and stroked myself off thinking Guy doing just that—reaming my chimney with his fat, jet-black shaft.

    I dozed. When I woke from that, I muttered, “Fuck it,” picked up my cellphone, called a surprised, but pleased Ross Trenton and arranged a few consulting sessions at my cottage. If we had time in those sessions, we’d do some work on my toning up my stories. If not, I’d just be getting my body toned up.

    Fuck it. I’d make the most of my return to Lake Manitou.

  • One day at the adult spa

    Years ago there was a gay spa called Arizona Valley Resort in Apache Junction. It was kind of a dive in that “filled with sex” kind of way. It had an outdoor pool for sunning naked and movie rooms with porn playing, along with private rooms and dark rooms. I paid my admission fee to the twink at the desk, stored my clothes in a locker then proceeded to the showers which are perfectly located so that the entire pool area has a view of who just walked in. I caught the eyes and attention of all as I walked naked to the showers and proceeded to wash every part of my body paying special attention to the critical areas about to be used for play.

    Everything and anything went on in the movie rooms, but on this day I was ready for the sun. There was a couple, no doubt, a bi male(with a very nice bubble butt), and a BBW laying by the pool along with several other men and male couples of various ages. All were naked and enjoying the sun. So upon finishing my shower I made the obligatory walk around the pool to catch all eyes and return smiles, then found a chair, sat on my towel and let it all hang out.  The warm sun felt great on my skin as well as my cock and balls as I relaxed. Through my sunglasses I caught the gazes of both sexes from around the pool, and it started to get me hard. One of the men by the pool got up from his chaise, leaving his friends and walked toward me. HIs cock was cut and dangled an impressive 8-9 inches between his legs.

    I watched  it swing as he walked. As he neared me I noticed his runners build and kind eyes. His hung cock was leaking precum at a magnificent rate and my mouth watered as I thought about licking it clean.

    He very openly asked if I would like a blow job and nodded his head toward one of the movie rooms. As I replied that I was enjoying the sun, I realized that now most of the guys and the couple were watching as he and I talked. He moved closer and I asked “how about right here?”.  He got a puzzled look on his face but with out further invite he quickly tossed his towel in front of me and kneeled between my legs. This is why I love this place. He took my semi hard cock in one gulp all the way to my balls. I leaned my head back and moaned. As if we didn’t already have everyone around the pools attention, the moan alerted the rest.

    He started working my cock like a pro not forgetting to lick the tip after each intake. After a few minutes he  moved his mouth to my balls, licking and teasing with his tongue. I ran my fingers through his silky graying hair and then I slid down further into my chair and pushed on the top of his head. He got the message and helped raise my legs up over his shoulders as his tongue went deep into my ass. Nothing I enjoy more than a good tongue working my ass and he was as good as it gets. He was licking around my clean hole and then inserting the tip as far as he could while spreading my ass wide. My cock was pounding and I began to stroke it. I looked around the pool and all eyes were on the scene we had created. Some guys had come out of the movie rooms and were stroking and moving closer to the action.

    The couple was playing with each other while watching. My oral marvel moved back up to my cock and picked up the pace as two finger slipped inside my ass. I moaned loudly for all to hear as he probed. He quickly found that spot that sets me off and began stroking it! As he did this one man came near and began pinching and working my nipples. Finger’s on my hot spot in my ass and my nipples being worked gets me every time! That sent me over the edge as I came and made no effort to do it quietly. I shouted out “Oh Fuck” as the pool was watching and I was giving them the show they wanted. I loudly announced my cum again as he stayed on for the ride and licked me to a post orgasm hard on.

    What a way to start my visit! I thanked them all!