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And here I was, recently moved to Berlin looking for a change of scenery after coming out of the closet and being rejected by my entire circle of family and friends. They were all very firm when it came to turning their back on me, so I decided that I would give myself some time at work since I could afford it after spending 6 years working hard and having made some good savings. I would leave it all behind for a while and move out of the country to start from scratch.

I just arrived in Berlin from Madrid with a whole life in 3 suitcases, not much to start with, but enough. I’m Andrew, a slim 27-year-old boy with the build of a swimmer, I’m not strong, but I’m pretty well preserved. I consider myself somewhat introverted, but with a little confidence I can let go quickly. I decided to come to Berlin since some acquaintances had told me that it was a very liberal city in the LGTBI world, so it didn’t take me long to decide that I would do it.

Once I had moved and organized everything, I decided to take a shower to relax and watch some porn before ordering dinner. I was looking at several clubs in the area where couples exchanged, met people and why not, some temporary sex to relieve stress wouldn’t be bad.

I have always considered myself a submissive person who is attracted to men older than me and dominant with a taste for BDSM, leather, immobilization… so I couldn’t look away when I found the “Bear & Leather Club”, where they held meetings all type of individuals; young, old, thin, fat, gym types, everything. There were very good comments about the place: quiet place, good food and drinks and the best shows in the city.

I wasn’t entirely sure if I could do it, but I had to start from scratch and get out of my comfort zone, so I prepared myself and prepared to go to the site.

Once at the door I realized that it looked like a normal bar, without anything strange and very central for a place where you come looking for sex, but I prepared to enter. Turns out it was a normal bar during the day, although it was still frequented by clearly gay people. There was a group of bears that caught my attention, who had probably just arrived to have a little fun after a long day of work and have a few beers. There was also a group of kids around my age, probably college students and loose people hanging around the place.

I wanted to be discreet so I sat at a lonely table and had a beer. I looked around on grindr for a while to see what people were in the area, but I didn’t find anything that caught my attention so I prepared to finish my round and return home.

Just before I got up, the waiter appeared, a tall and very handsome man of about thirty, with firm chest and arms and a slight curve in his belly that indicated that he was a big fan of beer. He was dressed in a white shirt, a black jockstrap with no pants and a large black leather apron that left it to the imagination what could be underneath. He stood in front of me and placed a pint of beer right in front of me:

-“Here you go friend´´

-“I’m sorry, but I didn’t ask for anything.´´

-“Invitation from the gentlemen of the fund, who ask if you would like to join them for a chat.´´

I shrugged my shoulders, since I didn’t know how to act or what to do, but I left my fears behind and prepared to accept.

-“Thank you, I will join them.”

I grabbed the beer and prepared to go to the table with the men who had invited me, and obviously I wasn’t going to leave without giving the waiter another look, who gave me a smile as he watched me leave. As I got to the table I realized that I had the biggest erection I had ever had thanks to the view of the waiter, but I didn’t want to look like a wanker, so I put it in my pants before anyone noticed.

-“Good evening gentlemen, thank you very much for the invitation, may I?´´, I said while he pointed to the chair so they would let me sit.

-“Of course kid, sit down and let’s chat for a while.´´

I was able to see the two men better, who did not go unnoticed. They were gorgeous!

The first to introduce himself was Tom, a man of about forty years old with a muscular gym body and powerful pectorals, long jet black hair and a neat but bushy beard that gave him an alpha male appearance. “Delighted, I’m Tom, nice to meet you.”

The other was a little older, perhaps around fifty and very large in body, with gigantic hands and arms, but what caught my attention the most was his enormous belly that did not go unnoticed, with which he had surely crushed some boy. “Hello kid, I’m Cliff, it’s a great pleasure to meet you too.”

I sat down and we talked for what seemed like hours. They made me feel very comfortable, talking about everything, my entire life and everything that my environment in Madrid had done to me.

They also let loose, telling me that they got married a few years ago and lived together in a chalet on the outskirts of the city like a normal married couple. Cliff was a successful businessman in the world of livestock, supplying meat to the entire country for more than 20 years.

On the other hand, there was Tom, who was a baker and had his own shop a few minutes walk from the club, being one of the most famous bakeries in all of Berlin for its secret recipe that gave it a flavor incomparable to the rest of the competition.

After a while more talking Cliff called the waiter to come take our orders and looked at me smiling as he proposed an invitation to join them for dinner, an invitation that I quickly accepted since I was dying to get to know these two studs better.

-“Good boy,” Cliff said with a mocking smile on his face.

I couldn’t stop looking at the waiter while he was taking our order, seeing that apron covering his majesty while I imagined what it would be like underneath had me very horny, so my excitement became evident again while Tom laughed.

Once the waiter left Tom looked at me and said, ‘What do you think, Rainer?’, pointing at the waiter.

-“Oh, well… he’s a pretty handsome man, but nothing more than that,” I said, turning a little red for fear of having been discovered.

They both started laughing: “Don’t worry, boy, Rainer is the Don Juan of the place, it’s normal that you’ve gotten excited just by seeing him and hearing him,” Tom said with a smile from ear to ear.

-“Do you like men like him? Cliff asked.

-“Yes, although I prefer them a little older.”

At that moment I decided to open up a little more with them and tell them something or another about my tastes, including that I am a submissive boy:

-“What caught me the most about him was his belly and how that apron fits.´´

-“His belly?” Cliff answered, rubbing his on the table while he looked at me intensely as if wanting me to come closer and touch it.

At that moment a sensation of burning and excitement that I had never felt before ran through my body. I wanted to jump over the table and get to that huge belly that was crying out for me to rub it. Just then Tom intervened and broke me out of the trance Cliff had put me in:

-“The apron?´´

-“Yes, I have always been very attracted to men in aprons, seeing one makes me hard as a log.”

-“Mmm, that’s good to know,” Tom said with a smile, “I usually wear an apron at work a lot, you could stop by one day to see it live.”

This sounded more like an indecent proposition than a joke.

I didn’t want there to be any awkward silence, so I directly asked the question that had been on my mind all night, “well, what’s a couple as incredible as yours looking for in a place like this?”

Cliff didn’t hesitate for a moment and started to answer: “You see Andrew, we have been very happy since we met, and we love each other very much. Everything at work is going damn well for us, the family is great, the friends”, he paused with a look of disappointment in his mouth and his look, ”but we’re missing something”…

-“We have always had problems with sex, since we are both very dominant, and we are not attracted to having all the things done to us that we would like to do to the other.´´ Tom said with an interested face as he looked at me without taking his eyes off me. from above.

At that moment my body trembled inside. The thought of sitting with two completely dominant masters was too much for me, I was very turned on and I just wanted to be taken to their house and fuck all night.

The conversation continued for a few more minutes before Cliff launched the proposal that I wanted so much: ”What do you think of the idea of being with two dominant masters from time to time to have a good time?” He said this last with a wink that completely melted me.

-“I love the idea,” I said with a trembling voice, weighing everything these two studs could do with me… “but I’m not sure I can endure a sex session with you.”

They both started laughing again, “I like this guy,” Cliff said, putting a hand on my knee, “calm down kid, this is up to each person, we would respect your limits and go little by little.”

Apart from making me even hornier with his touch on my knee, he said it in a way that made me feel super comfortable, as if we had known each other all our lives.

-“I have never done it with two men at the same time, and even less with two masters, but I would love to try it, why not?´´, I couldn’t fool anyone with the piece of erection that was hiding in my pants and my voice trembling, but I couldn’t think of anything else right now.

-“Great Andrew, you don’t know how happy we are that you want to try,” Tom said, squeezing my shoulder at the same time Cliff caressed my knee.

I was in continuous ecstasy, I needed to cum.

-“Well, I think it’s a little late now,” Tom said, looking at his watch.

-“Yes, it’s true, tomorrow we work and we should go to sleep, but here’s our address Andrew´´, Cliff handed me a card with his address and phone number. “You could stop by Friday night once you’ve finished doing your things,” Cliff proposed.

-“Thank you guys, of course I’ll be there,” I said with a smile on my face.

They paid the bill and we each went his way.

When I get home I can’t help but lie on the bed with the package of toilet paper and lubricant to give myself the best handjob of my life thinking about Tom with his body sculpted by the gods wearing only an apron while he fucks me and Cliff with his huge pot belly putting his cock in my mouth.

-“I can’t wait for it to be Friday night to see what kind of perversions my new masters like,” I said to myself as I fell asleep.

I couldn’t even imagine what was coming to me. My entire life was about to change forever at the hands of these two predators.

“Nice Boys”

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7:15 am. Alarm beeping. Still experiencing a terrible headache from having to wake up two hours earlier than I’d like. The second Monday of my final semester in high school didn’t feel all too different from last week. Except in many ways, it totally was.

I yawn while walking over to the bathroom sink, waist deep in thoughts about everything that transpired the week prior. There were a lot of notable events that took place— my very first sexual experience with another boy, the unexpected “spring fling” arrangement with Ernesto, and the close call I had with my dad potentially outing myself. Even individually, all of these were a lot to take in. But the one thing that kept lingering in my head was the very existence of the Naughty List, and the apprehensive feelings I couldn’t quite shake off about it.

At this point, I’ve accepted the list’s supposed magical qualities; I won’t question that part anymore. And perhaps, maybe a part of me is even a little grateful for the possibilities it’s opened up between me and Ernesto. But that left me with a big, looming question: what now? What exactly did I want to do from here? Did I even want to do more with it? And if so… was the risk of possibly outing myself in the process worth it?

The more I thought about it that way, the more I felt that the Naughty List posed more liabilities than opportunities, at its core. After all, my wish was to simply graduate from high school in peace, away from any unnecessary drama. The last thing I wanted was to bring the entire school’s attention towards myself, by making eight more guys suddenly fall in love with me. 

As I bring my toothbrush to my mouth, the pajama sleeve around my wrist collapses, revealing the remaining names engraved on my wrist.

• 1. Zayn Nassif Johnson
• 2. Aiden Takahiro Parker
• 3̶.̶ ̶E̶r̶n̶e̶s̶t̶o̶ ̶A̶l̶v̶a̶r̶e̶z̶-̶C̶r̶u̶z̶
• 4. Ryan Johnson
• 5. Hunter Emory
• 6. Terrance Campbell
• 7. Peter Kim
• 8. Dean Smith
• 9. Diego Garcia

I let out a frustrated sigh, wanting to facepalm myself right then and there. Why did I have to write down these names, of all people? Like Ernesto, each of these popular guys were the center of the school’s attention in their own way. Reading over them, I’m reminded of just how disruptive and consequential this magic could be, if I wasn’t careful about it.

I spit out my toothpaste into the sink, and look up into the mirror. The face reflecting back at me is firm with conviction. Although I still couldn’t tell whether the Naughty List was ultimately a blessing or a curse, one thing was for certain— I had to make sure I didn’t activate its magic any further.

Slapping my cheeks a couple times, I amp myself up while getting ready to leave for school— completely oblivious to the mysterious little object that slipped inside my backpack, while I wasn’t looking.

~ * ~ * ~

My heart thumps loudly as I stand outside the Spanish classroom. For some reason, the door felt bigger and more intimidating than usual, especially knowing who— or what— awaited me on the other side.

To be fair, it’s not that I felt awkward around Ernesto or anything. But we were navigating a new kind of relationship, and despite discussing things openly with him, a part of me still wasn’t quite sure how things would actually pan out in person.

Right then, an unexpected thought crosses my mind: what if word had gotten out about us somehow? Or someone had seen us yesterday? Oh god, was this ‘secret’ spring fling between us really going to work out??

I linger there for a moment, unsure if I was really ready to walk in. But then an impatient voice behind me urges me to act decisively.

“Um, can you move?” Amanda and her group of IRL Bratz Doll friends were standing behind me, with an unamused scowl.

I freeze, and then step aside.

“S-Sorry about that…” I apologize. As the squad of mean girls brush past me, the pungent smell of their perfume punches my nose like a boxer’s fist. Although it wasn’t pleasant, the smell thankfully snapped me back to my senses.

I reorient myself, taking a deep breath. You got this Q, I repeat to myself, pushing my feet to march on after them.

Despite my own imagination bracing me for the worst, the scenery inside the classroom that entered my line of vision seemed… normal. Anticlimactic, even. Until a familiar Spanish accent chirps from behind.

“Hola. Cómo andás?”

I turn my head, and there he was.

Ernesto. Alvarez. Cruz. Looking tall, handsome and dreamy as he always does. He shoots me a warm smile as the fresh smell of his cologne wafts in the air, rushing heat towards my cheeks.

Damn, I still couldn’t believe that this South American dreamboat was actually in love with me. Heart beating loudly, I open my mouth to respond… but Amanda’s white-girl accent beats me by a second.

“Oh my god, Ernesto! Estoy bueno,” she replies, standing up to slap his shoulder while battering her fake lashes. “Y tu? Umm, mi nino… bonita?”

Wow. The way she butchered the pronunciation with total confidence was almost astonishing. Ernesto and I glance at each other. He scratches his cheeks, and then flashes her the most patient, customer-service smile.

“… It’s ‘mi niño bonit-o’. We went over this in chapter three, Amanda,” he says, tapping the textbook on her desk. “Remember: in Spanish, masculine nouns are paired with masculine adjectives.”

Amanda swoons at the sudden private lesson from Ernesto, but he does a small bow and brushes past her, before she could rope him in with further questions.

Without a word, I clear my throat and follow him to our shared desk. We’ve established a protocol for situations like this. I pull out my phone from my pocket. After tapping the screen with my fingers, his phone dings from across the desk.

I don’t think Amanda really got the hint from your last statement there. Haha.

I hear a quiet snort from beside me. And then, it was my phone’s turn to light up.

I know… it’s unfortunate. But I suppose I should be grateful *someone* understood my subtlety.

We glance at each other, and he giggles.

By the way, I was greeting *you* earlier, not her. Good morning again. You look cute.

A kissing emoji is tacked on at the end. When I glance towards him again, the corner of his lips tip into a timid half-smile, and his cheeks tint a rosy pink. It was enough to turn mine into toasted marshmallows.

Fuck, a part of me was tempted to kiss Ernesto right then and there. I never thought in a million years that I’d ever exchange flirty texts with another boy like this, especially not somebody like Ernesto. Each one made my heart feel more complete. And a small part of me longed to be able to do more with him.

I feel my conviction wavering. Would it be easier for both of us, if I just… came out of the closet already? And selfishly proclaimed to the world that this gorgeous boy was all mine?

I pause, and reel myself in. Think about the consequences, Quentin. If people found out about us, we’d become the target of the most vicious, high school witchhunt in San Nicholas history. There was no way people would believe someone like me deserved to date someone like Ernesto. Questions asked about me would go from “Quentin-who?” to “Quentin-where” real quick.

Oh god… The thought alone is enough to make me shudder. Our last year of high school would turn into a living nightmare.

Right then, Ms Mendoza claps her hands to begin the class.

“Okay chicos, turn to page 75 in your textbooks.”

I exhale slowly, gathering myself. Get it together, Q. I remind myself of the firm resolution I made earlier in the morning. I had to stay laser-focused if I wanted to keep this fling with Ernesto on the downlow. Nobody could know about this. And that would be for our own good.

I unzip my backpack to grab my textbook. Only to find a familiar-looking parchment paper staring back at me, sandwiched between my school supplies.

I blink. It was the Naughty List.

Wait. What?

“Mr. Noel, why don’t you read the first passage in Chapter 5, por favor.”

And of course I get called on right now.

I look up, then down, and notice the Naughty List now trying to wiggle itself free. Hold up, this thing moves??

I zip my backpack at lightning speed, and shove it underneath the table, between my legs.

“Mr. Noel?”

Ms Mendoza’s stern eyes hone in on me, causing a few heads to turn my way. Fuck, here we go again.

“P-Perdóname, I think I forgot my textbook in my locker…” I laugh nervously, pretending everything was okay. Everything was not okay.

“Here, take mine,” Ernesto whispers, sliding his open textbook towards me. Thank the lord for this boy. To say I owed him my entire life at that moment was an understatement.

“A-Actually, I’ll just share with Ernesto!” I add, frantically peering over. His finger points to where I should be reading.

“C-Capítulo 15: Qué regalo…”

I start reciting the paragraph. But I feel an intense jerk between my feet. And then another. Evidently, the thing inside my backpack was resisting its own captivity. And it was strong.

I slam my foot onto my backpack’s shoulder strap, before it manages to escape.

“… Mr. Noel?”

Right then, it dawns on me that I had stopped reading.

“… S-So the simple past tense, sometimes-called-the-preterit-describes-completed-actions-in-the-past. Gracias!”

In one rapid breath, I finish up the section and sit back down. Crickets overtake the entire classroom. “May I also go use the restroom, please?” I then hear myself blurt out loud.

Ms. Mendoza stares at me blankly. I force out an awkward smile, until she eventually shoos me to excuse myself, albeit in clear confusion. Ernesto also shoots me a curious look, but I truthfully couldn’t care less. Because right now, the more pressing question was: what the hell was the Naughty List doing here?? Did it follow me from home? Why was it moving? Is this magical piece of parchment paper alive??

My heart beats frantically, as I realize that this list, quite literally, contains the names of all of my crushes. Signed very legibly, by yours truly. Internally, I scream.

I grab the hall pass and run out of the classroom, panting like a madman while squeezing my navy blue backpack tightly between my arms.

What the hell is going on??

~ * ~ * ~

Approximately three minutes later, I’m setting a world record as the fastest sprinter on the planet, as I hurtle myself across one corner of the campus to another. Actually no, a better description is that I became the world’s fastest football player, running with my biggest secret secured tightly between my armpits, like my life depended on scoring this touchdown.

Now, I’m no athlete by any means, but l feel strangely unstoppable, deftly dodging any oncoming human traffic in the hallway, left and right. Running towards my secret lunch spot, hidden behind the music room bushes, where I’d finally have a moment to catch my breath and make sense of everything that’s going on.

Touchdown is close. At least… it was, until the interior of my backpack flares a sudden blast of gold. A bright light spills from inside the zippers. And then out of nowhere, my body is jerked in a completely different direction.

“Huh?”

The sudden kinetic force exerted on my body is so intense, I’m instantly swept off my feet. My supercharged backpack is now dragging my entire body around the corner of the hallway, like an excited dog on a leash that also snorted an entire pound of cocaine.

“W-Wait! Naughty List, please stop—…”

I barely manage to avoid tripping over myself, when suddenly—…

“Ow! What the fuck!”

…. I crash into someone, and land chest-to-chest on top of them. My stomach sinks, when I look down.

“R-Ryan…!” My voice squeaks.

The most terrifying pair of furrowed, dark chestnut eyes look up at me.

“I-I’m so sorry about that…!” I inhale, scrambling to peel myself off from the cobbled unevenness of his hard, upper body.

Our belongings are scattered all around us. As I frantically look around, I notice my deflated backpack a couple feet away. It seems the Naughty List used up its energy from that sudden power surge just now. Like a newborn turtle, it tries to crawl away from me in small, feeble lurches. My hands lunge forward and grab it— you are not going anywhere.

Right then, I hear a loud crunch underneath my shoe. When I remove my foot, I find a delicate, golden locket underneath it, with a photo of an older woman inside. And to my horror, the glass was cracked.

Oh. Ohhhh no.

“Ryan? Please don’t tell me that’s yours—…”

He snatches the locket from the floor.

“Fuck, there it was…”

I freeze. Shit. So this fragile piece of accessory was his.

I cry internally. Perhaps now was the time for me to bid my front teeth goodbye. I raise both my palms in the air, emphasizing that I come in peace.

“I-I’m really sorry…!” I apologize, praying my sincerity shines through in my voice. “I really, truly, didn’t mean to do that—…”

“It’s fine,” he sighs. “It was always broken.”

Ryan clicks the locket shut, and stuffs it inside the back pocket of his ripped jeans. His voice sounded tamer than usual. And oddly enough, his eyes looked slightly puffy, and wet. He looks down at his feet, and I think I hear a restrained sniff. I study his face. Was he… crying?

“Hey, are you okay—…”

“Ryan!”

Right then, the two of us are interrupted by another voice. The soft hazel eyes and curly raven hair that entered my line of vision when I turned around was immediate, and recognizable.

My chest contracts. It was Zayn Nassif Johnson.

It’s funny how the world around you suddenly slows down when you’re in the presence of undeniable beauty. Otherworldly, almost ethereal beauty. And the noises around you gradually sweeps away, until all you can hear is the sound of your own heartbeat, thumping loudly inside your chest.

Maybe it was his warm Levantine complexion, and how they made him look like a real-life Arabian prince, ripped straight out of a fairy tale. Or maybe it was his humble but dignified demeanor, cultivated from years of serving as our student body president. Whatever it was, there was an arresting air to the way Zayn Nassif Johnson carried himself; a poetic majesty that always captured the attention of others, wherever he was.

When he notices me on the side, Zayn tosses me a gentle, accessible smile.

“Hey,” he politely greets me. He probably doesn’t even remember my name— we’ve only interacted once before— but my heart rate nonetheless rises. I open my mouth to respond, but then shift my gaze downwards, unable to maintain direct eye contact. This stunning Middle Eastern boy was basically San Nicolas royalty; the most venerated name on campus. Meanwhile, I was a nobody. I didn’t feel worthy of his acknowledgement.

Ryan, on the other hand, casts him a hostile glare. Evidently, the Ultimate Bad Boi™ of San Nicolas was immune to our student president’s magnetism.

“The hell do you want,” he growls, his combative attitude on full display, like a set of feral fangs.

Zayn pauses, and shoots him a concerned look. 

“I’m allowed to be worried about you Ryan. After all, today is—…”

“Cut it. I don’t need your fucking pity, alright?” Ryan dismisses him, brushing his shoulders against the student president’s as he stalked past him.

At first, Zayn appears to bite back further words. But then he turned around, and grabbed Ryan’s shoulder.

“No, Ryan. Let’s talk—…”

The hand is slapped away, immediately.

“Touch me one more time. Your face won’t look the same.”

The stillness in Ryan’s chilly remark would normally be enough to get anyone shitting their pants. But Zayn is unfazed.

“No,” he refuses, asserting himself by maintaining direct eye contact.

A tense moment of silence washes over us. Without a word, the student president cracks his necks and rolls up his sleeves, seemingly in preparation for the worst. His tanned arms are toned from years of playing baseball, and they hinted at a certain level of disciplined athleticism… one that could easily dispute any assumption that our student president was nothing more than a goody-two-shoes, with a pretty face.

“Zayn! You good?”

Right then, two other guys walk into the hallway. The larger of the pair slams the cardboard box he was carrying onto the floor, and places himself between the two clashing forces of nature.

“There a problem here, Ryan?”

It was Dean Smith, the school’s quarterback. He crosses his large ebony arms, looking down at Ryan with unflinching posture. His dauntless attitude is reinforced by his broad shoulders and fortress-like stature. His handsome face and chiseled jawline are tense and alert, like he was on the field, ready to tackle an oncoming opponent.

I gulp. Damn, Dean really had balls of steel to be confronting Ryan head-on like that. But when you’re the star player on a nationally-recognized football team, I suppose knowing how to act tough is part of the job.

Without a word, Ryan stares right back at Dean, sizing him up. At this point, I had no idea who would win if a fight broke out. Sure, Dean had an edge in terms of size… but Ryan’s physique wasn’t to be contended with, either. If anything, Dean had more to lose by involving himself in a fight— a violent incident on his school record would surely jeopardize the many athletic scholarships he had lined up for college.

Surprisingly, however, Ryan backs off.

“Nah, we’re good Dean,” he says. He flicks his chin towards the third figure, hanging back in silence up until now. “You lucked out. Good thing one of you’s got a brain.”

With all eyes on him, Peter Kim looks up from his phone. With his long legs crossed, and his tall, athletic frame leaned aesthetically against the wall, it almost felt like we were interrupting a photoshoot for a Korean Samsung commercial.

“That’s a shame,” Peter replies, righting himself. He pauses his screen, and the sound of his video recorder dings quietly. “I could’ve made you famous again, Ryan.”

It turns out, Peter was quietly recording the exchange on his phone. The entire time. Ryan thins his eyes, clearly unamused by the covert counterattack.

“… Sneaky little rat,” he growls.

“Sure, whatever,” Peter yawns, as if words couldn’t hurt him, and he was already getting bored of this conversation. Ryan walks up to him, and it’s now Peter’s turn to get sized up by the ticking time bomb.

“You wanna go, shithead?” Ryan snarls, cracking his neck and knuckles. “Cause I’d be happy to oblige.”

I wince in the background. Damn, I wasn’t quite sure who’d I’d place my bets on in this situation, either. Peter Kim is our class valedictorian— someone who’d also never get into a physical fight. And yet, something about his sharp intellect and demeanor made him somebody you didn’t want to mess with, either. Nor did his physique— as our school’s swim captain, Peter Kim’s well-built frame was certainly on par with that of Ryan and the others.

For a split second, Peter’s gaze turns ice cold. He rolls his broad shoulders backwards, and rests both hands on his high waist. Although relaxed, the posture pronounces the sculpted ridges on his forearms. The valedictorian looks dead into Ryan’s eyes.

“You sure about that, Ryan?” he asks, taking a step closer to him. “I guess Senator Johnson wouldn’t mind seeing his name plastered on headlines again… all because of you.”

At that, the lone rebel immediately falls silent. My eyes widen in amusement. Damn! Ten points to Peter. Evidently, he was edging out Ryan in this verbal sparring match.

Ryan stares into the swim captain’s eyes for another prolonged moment, before clicking his tongue and finally backing off. His gaze sharpens into a daggered glare as he spins on his heels. It appears the Bad Boy of San Nicolas has decided to throw in the towel… at least for now.

“Ryan, wait—…” Zayn tries to stop him, but the defiant tyrant ignores him. And he walks towards me, instead.

“Don’t ever touch my shit again.”

He scowls at me as he picks up his backpack, before stalking away for good. It isn’t until Ryan disappeared completely from our line of vision, that the rest of us collectively exhale.

“Alright. That dude is officially unhinged,” Dean declares, shaking his head in utter disbelief.

“Zayn, you alright?” Peter turns to ask, but the student president is no longer standing behind him. Instead, he’s walking towards me, too.

“Hey. Quentin, right? Let me help,” Zayn sticks his arm out. 

I feel my eyes widen. Fuck, I didn’t think he remembered my name. The realization prompts my heart to hammer. Did he also remember the incident from a few years ago? Oh god, I hope not.

I shake the thoughts away.

“T-Thanks,” I barely manage to stammer. I reach my hands out— about to grab Zayn’s— when his lips fall into a frown.

“I’m really sorry about my brother. I hope you don’t think badly of him.”

I pause my hand, midair. Yep. As shocking as this was, Zayn Nassif Johnson and Ryan Johnson are actually brothers. Cousins who became adopted siblings, to be exact.

The story goes that Zayn’s father was Senator Johnson’s younger brother, another prominent lawmaker who met and fell in love with a young Iraqi activist during a diplomatic visit, almost two decades ago. The two eventually got married, and started a family… until they both passed away in a tragic car accident, when Zayn was still a baby. 

Senator Johnson adopted Zayn shortly afterwards, and brought him to America. This was a well-known story in the political world— one frequently brought up by pundits to defend the Senator’s tough stance on foreign policy, especially surrounding immigration.

I let out a nervous laugh, trying my best to look okay.

“N-No worries! I’m fine. It’s not like Ryan was going after me personally or anything…”

Which wasn’t a false statement, really. Ryan was an indiscriminate asshole to everybody. I wasn’t particularly special in that regard.

Zayn’s frown deepens. “Hey. Please don’t feel pressured to forgive my brother out of obligation. Honestly, Ryan deserves to be held accountable for his actions.”

The student president dusts some dirt off my shoulders, and offers me a gentle smile.

“That said, I also hope you don’t think badly of him… permanently, I mean. Maybe I’m just naive… but I want to believe redemption is always possible, even for somebody like Ryan.”

His hazel eyes glisten with a mix of emotions. Shame, sadness, and frustration towards his brother… but also compassion, longing, and hope. I can’t help but admire the beauty of it all, each swirl of emotion fluid, and yet still distinct. The complexity within Zayn’s eyes was breathtaking, and for a moment, I pondered how those gorgeous streaks of green and brown saw the rest of the world, in all of its ambiguity and nuance.

Dean, however, lets out an unsure sigh. “I don’t know Zayn, this is Ryan we’re talking about. He’s always been the problem child in your family, no?” he says, scratching his cleanly buzzed head.

The president’s expression tightens again. “I know, Dean. But I can’t help but feel like today was a particularly tough day for Ryan. After all, it’s the day that his mom—…”

Zayn stops himself, and looks down at the floor. Strangely enough, the sadness that welled his gaze almost mirrored that of Ryan’s, from earlier.

Peter glances at him, with a curious look.

“Zayn?”

For a moment, our student president remains quiet. But he quickly shakes his head, and hides himself behind another smile.

“Sorry, I’m good. Forget everything I said earlier. We should start heading back, yeah?”

“Shit, you’re right,” Dean curses, looking down at his watch.

Zayn turns to me. “Alright. Well, it was nice bumping into you, Quentin. You still need help getting up?”

Shit. Hearing him say my name out loud— a second time, too— somehow makes my insides flutter again. 

“I’m good. Thanks,” I finally reply, feigning nonchalance. But contrary to my wishes, my legs wobble as I stand up, betraying my jitteriness.

Zayn pauses, and then giggles softly.

“Here. Let me,” he says. Without hesitation, he wraps his arm around my shoulder. The sudden physical contact is enough to stir immediate panic. Without thinking, I push him away— a bit more strongly than I should.

“I said I’m good!!”

Dean and Peter turn their heads, as Zayn looks at me with big, confused eyes. Those damn, hazel eyes. Instant guilt washes over me.

I wish I could stop and explain to him why I did that just now. But I realize Zayn simply has no idea about anything— about me… about the incident from a few years back… about how I feel towards him.

“S-Sorry. I have to go!”

I barely manage to croak. Before I embarrass myself any further, I grab my backpack from the floor, and scurry away.

Zayn Nassif Johnson simply has no idea— that he’s secretly my biggest school crush, ever.

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“Fuck! Ow.” 

I yelped. Devin released me. I laid on the wrestling mat, face against the firm patting and ass raised up, clutching my shoulder as it ached. 

“Shit. Did I hurt you? Fuck, I’m sorry, Dan.” 

“No! No…” I was soon catching my breathing and rolling over to sit on my ass. I looked up at my wrestling captain, who wore black gym shorts over his red singlet. The material hugged his muscular torso and left his strong arms exposed. His face wore an expression of concern and worry. “It’s an old injury, from high school. Sometimes it acts up… fuck…” 

My shoulder was still hurting. It almost burned with how badly it ached. I stretched it a little. Devin extended a hand to help me rise and I took it with my uninjured arm. “Would a rub down help at all?” He asked. 

“I do that twice a day and it doesn’t help at all.” I said with a smirk and playful wink. The captain rolled his eyes and I gave a real answer. “I’ve never had anyone try.”

It wasn’t unheard of, Devin giving massages. He was studying for a major in physical therapy and a minor in massage therapy. Multiple team members had gotten one on one sessions where he’d fixed their backs and joints. And my friend Joe claimed that no one had even given him a better squeeze. “Let’s head to the locker room. Coach Jesse has a massage table in his office.”

Jesse Walters was the head coach, who supersaw the other coaches and the captains at the school. And his office was much nicer than it had any right to be. I had been inside twice before, once when I signed up to join the wrestling team a week after tryouts and the second time when Joe had hurt his back and I helped him to the exact massage table I was heading to. 

“Here’s a towel. I’ll give you a minute to get undressed.” And with that, Devin closed the door and I was alone. The office was a big square with the door I came in through in the middle of one wall. The opposite wall was decorated with dozens of shiny gold and silver trophies and plaques. At the left hand wall was a long desk with two monitors showing the security cameras for the men’s locker room and the gymnasium. On the right hand wall was the massage table and a small doorway leading to a private shower. 

It hurt to strip. Singlets are not easily donned or removed and my aching shoulder made it even more difficult. But after wincing out of the tight red material, I nakedly put my singlet and gym shorts on a small table. Towel in hand, I moved to the table and crawled on top, laid on my front, and draped the fluffy white fabric across my ass. 

A moment later, Devin knocked and opened the door. “All set?” 

“Yes, sir.” I answered, looking over as he came closer. He had changed clothes, removing his shorts and singlet and putting on a short pair of running shorts and no shirt. 

He smiled at me, reached into a drawer and produced a bottle of oil. “Close your eyes and let me take care of you, okay?” 

Something about his tone caused a stir in my groin. But I ignored it, placed my face through the hole, and closed my eyes. 

A drop of oil hit the center of my back. I twitched from the shot of coolness. Devin chuckled. “Comfy?”

“Very comfy.” I said, listening to him rub his hands together, spreading the oil. Then, his hands found my shoulders and began to rub me over. “Thanks for this, by the way.” 

“Don’t thank me yet. We’ve just started.” He said with a teasing tone. He rubbed over my back, hands moving in broad strokes. “I can feel you’re pretty tense.”

I was forcing myself to keep from groaning out as his palms firmly dug into my muscles. “Well you worked me pretty hard today, Captain.” 

“Which shoulder hurts?” He asked, moving to stand in front of my head and kneading my joints. Now I couldn’t help but groan low. 

“Fuck~ My right.” As his fingers dug into my body I felt the aches fading away, his hands working their magic and making me relax further than I had in a long time. 

“Does it feel good?” 

Devin stepped back, reapplying oil to his hands. Then, he stepped to my side, rubbing down my back then up again, kneading muscles I never thought about. “It feels incredible.”

“How’s the pressure?” I could hear a smirk in his tone. 

“Perfect.”

“Am I deep enough?” 

I hesitated then gave a soft “mhm” of agreement. 

The captain’s hands went down my back then up again, then down and touched the top of the towel. I groaned low as he did this over and over, his touch brushing along the top of my ass cheeks. “You feel pretty tense down here.” 

“It feels tense.” 

“Mind if I work a little lower?” 

His hands remained on my lower back, kneading in small circles and never far from my cheeks. “Wherever you see fit, captain.” 

Wordlessly, Devin pushed the towel down, slowly exposing my mounds of ass until the fabric slid off my body and fell to the ground. His hands found my lower back and slid down right over my ass cheeks, groping and kneading them. I bit my lip, forcing myself to not moan out as he manhandled my ass. He rubbed my thighs and cheeks, brushing along my crack but never going deep. Then, he spread my cheeks wide and hard, but only for a moment. A second later I was released, laying there on my front, arms and hands at my sides. I was about to look back and say something, when a drop of oil hit the top of my crack and I let out a short moan. 

More oil was drizzled over my cheeks before his hands once again found and teased them. He rubbed and spread them, smearing the oil around and along my crack. Once his hand slid up between my cheeks, up my crack and along my rim. I inhaled sharply at this and felt the flush on my face and neck. 

I could tell he was having fun now. No more talk of muscles or soreness. His hands were playing with my cheeks, one then the other, teasing my crack between. And the whole time I was groaning and moaning softly, no longer able to stop myself. 

“You’re really tense down here.” A finger slid up my crack, lingering on my hole for less than a heartbeat before continuing up towards my spine. I had no words and responded with a weak chuckle. The ache from my shoulder was entirely gone and replaced with an ache between my legs and trapped under me. 

“You’re really good with your hands.” I finally muttered, swallowing afterward. 

Devin chuckled softly. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Yes, you do.” 

There was a long pause in conversation. After continuing to work over my cheeks for a while, the captain’s hands went back to my back, kneading my muscles up to my shoulders. His fingers worked over my joints anew, making me groan out again. But before long, the massage went back down my spine and began to grope and shake my cheeks. “That ass is really nice.”

“Yeah?” I asked back, softly. “Thank you, cap.” 

Devin gave a chuckle. “Love how it moves when you’re in the ring. The way you squeeze it into that singlet.” He gave my cheek a single, firm slap. Only then did I realize he was only using one hand on me. His free hand grabbed my wrist and led my hand to the underside of his bare, hard cock.

“Oh!” Instinctively I gripped his meat. It was thick and rigid. I stroked it slowly as his hand on my ass cheek groping and kneading. “Fuck, Dev.”

His free hand joined the other, kneading both my cheeks again. His hips idly ground his cock against my stroking. And for a long moment, he didn’t speak or change position. Until, his cock slipped from my grip and his hands slid up my back. I raised my head from the table and looked to the side, seeing the hard cock only an inch from my lips. I swallowed and leaned in, opening my mouth and starting to suck him. 

I rose myself onto my elbows as he moved in front of me. I sucked and bobbed along his cock, taking it long and slow, going deeper with each stroke of my lips. His hands were rubbing my shoulders, before one grabbed my head to guide my sucking. He pushed me down and I swallowed, but gagged before throating. I pulled off and coughed. Devin’s hand found my chin and guided me to look up. Our gaze met and he was smirking. 

“You like sucking your captain’s cock?” He asked. I nodded and licked my lips then looked back down to the hard meat. It twitched with excitement as I leaned down to start sucking it again. “Fuck yeah. Good boy.”

One of my hands found his cockbase and the other his balls. I held them firm as I worked over his cockhead, licking and sucking it and listening to the sound of Devin moaning. I attempted to throat him again, my nose reaching his pubes before I pulled back. I stroked his shaft while drooling over the tip, my spit slick hand gliding smoothly along his meat. 

“Oh, fuck. That feels good.” Devin groaned as I licked along his tip and shaft. He continued to groan as I spat on his cock and tugged his balls before going to suck and swallow his meat again. And this time, I took it deep in my throat and held there as Devin moaned out. “Fuck, that feels nice. Oh! Fuck…”

His hand found the back of my neck as I swallowed his entire cock over and over as I bobbed along his meat. When I pulled off, I stroked and spat on his meat, taking a moment to admire its shiny form. It was thick and veiny, the tip uncut but fully exposed when erect. His balls were plump and hairy. I sucked his tip again, slurping and savoring it as my hand teased his nuts. His free hand suddenly found my ass cheek again, groping and kneading it and making me moan out around his cock. 

And like our massage moments before, he stayed like this for a long time, my captain holding my ass and neck, teasing and holding me down as I sucked and throated his hardon and massaged his nuts. 

I pulled away, cock slipping from my lips and leaving me panting. I looked up and our eyes met again. His smirk was still devious. “Let me work on that ass some more.”

“Yes, captain.”

I rested my head down again, face through the massage table’s hole and the captain walked back to my side. Devin’s hands groped and spread my cheeks and I expected more massage, only to gasp out as his tongue touched my hole. 

He licked along my crack and teased my rim, then pulled back and spat onto it. I let out another moan, feeling flushed again. His hands spread and firmly massaged my cheeks like before, but this time his tongue was penetrating my hole and making me moan long and low. 

“Damn, that’s nice.” He said suddenly, giving my cheeks two firm spanks. His hands grabbed the backs of my thighs as he licked up my crack then up my cheeks one at a time. He kissed and sucked the meaty flesh before going back to my hole and moaning out as he made out with it. He pulled back, spat on my hole again and teased his thumb against it. I let out a sharp moan then a long moan as the digit sank into me. His free hand spanked my cheeks harder. “Goddamn…”

Devin pulled away and I was given a moment of respite, to catch my breath. I heard and felt him climbing onto the table behind me. I widened my legs to give him more room and he gave me two firm spanks in response. I wince and inhaled, only for one of his hands to spread my cheeks and the other to cockslap my rim. 

“Ah, yeah…” I groaned, back arching and ass rising slightly. He cock moved away and he spat on my hole again, shuffled back and bent down, and started to rim me again. “Ah, fuck~!”

“Mmm tastes nice.”

“Yeah?” I asked, my tone coming out much more submissive than I expected. Devin spat on my hole and spanked my cheeks one side at a time. Then he was back to rimming my hole and I was back to moaning and groaning. Then, a hand grabbed my cock. “Ah!”

I didn’t realize how hard I’d become. My meat was achingly hard, twitching and throbbing as Devin stroked it while eating my ass. His free hand found my balls teasing and tugging them too. And I was left to moan and tense and squirm. 

His hands and mouth left my body. Once again I was given just a moment to pant and swallow and collect myself. And once that moment was over, Devin was cockslapping my hole again. “You ready for another workout?” 

“Fuck yeah.” 

“You want it?”

“Yeah…”

“What was that?” He pressed his tip firmly against my hole. I could feel it throbbing and leaking. 

“Yes.” 

He said nothing but started to grind his cock along my crack. For a long time he did this before I realized what he was waiting for. I swallowed, flushed. 

“Yes, captain.” He still didn’t change course. “Yes, captain. I want your big, hard cock.”

Without missing a beat, Devin’s rolling thrusts pulled back, his tip finding my eager hole, then pushed inside of me. After all the rimming and sucking and teasing, it was shockingly easy to take his thick length. And again without missing a beat, he started to fuck me. 

I let out a yelp of a moan, feeling hot and bothered and biting my lip through my whimpers. My face was still on the table and my hands were next to it, gripping the edges of the table. And my ass was raised high, taking the captain’s thrusts with no problem. 

“Fuuuuuck yeessss~” I moaned out, eyes rolling back as he fucked me. His hands were on my hips at first but soon he gripped my shoulders, pulling me up onto my hands. I looked back, panting as he smirked down at me. He winked between grunts and thrusts. “Ah, fuck me cap. Fuuuuuck.”

“Ah, fuck.” Devin grunted, hands sliding down to my waist. His hips continued their fast but steady thrusts, before sinking deep and bucking there. One of his hands slid to the back of my neck, holding it firmly as he made me moan long and low. Eventually his hands left my body, hanging at his sides as our bodies bounced together. The lewd sounds of sex filled the office and the sound of his balls slapping against me got louder as he grasped my shoulders again and fucked me fast and deep again. “This ass is so fucking good.”

My moans came out long and loud, sometimes as whimpers and sometimes as low growls. His hands found my waist again, then slid up my back and around to my chest, as he bent forward to lay over me. He groped my pecs as he continued hump long and steady. His face was suddenly next to mine. And a moment later he was lewdly kissing my moaning lips. When the kiss eventually broke, his lips moved to my ear to lick and tease it. 

“Feel good?” He growled into my ear. 

“Yes, captain!” 

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah. Fuuuuckk yeaaahhh.” My moans were coming out as whimpers as his thrusts gained force and depth as Devin moved one a foot in front of my knee, mounting my ass as he fucked it. He kissed my lips again then went to kiss my neck as his other foot moved forward as well. “Fuuuuuck.~”

Devin’s thrusts were already steady and powerful and changed rhythm without missing a beat. He went from pounding fast and deep to rolling his hips and fucking his entire length smoothly through my hole. He rolled his hips in circles to grind himself along my insides. And multiple times his cock slipped free of my hole then smoothly and seamlessly sank back inside. Until one time when his cock popped free and pulled away. 

“Fuuuck yeah.” Devin said with a chuckle. When I looked back I saw that he was smirking, breathing heavily, and looking buff and bulging. He winked at me and cockslapped my hole, making me bite my lip. “Lay down again…. Yeah, just like that.”  I relaxed my face and chest against the table again, lowering my ass but keeping my back arched and cheeks raised. He also widened his knees, resting on the back of my thighs and cockslapping my hole again. Then without warning he pushed against and into my rim. “Fuck, yeaaaah.”

“Fuck~!” I yelped as he sank back in, grinding inside my hole from a new angle and making me moan. He rocked his hips forward, fucking me faster and faster. His hands weren’t on me, just our bodies grinding together as we both panted. 

Devin leaned forward, hands going to the table under my arms, holding the captain up as his knees slid back and his thrusts angled down into me. I moaned something that wasn’t even words as he grunted above me. He gave a flurry of hard thrusts then a few soft ones, before repeating this and leaving me whimpering. And just when I thought it couldn’t feel any better, Devin stepped his feet back, getting into a planking position above me, free to thrust down into me with his entire body weight. 

“Yes!” I gasped out, gripping the table’s end as he thrust deep and slow, then pounded without missing a beat. Our bodies slapped together as our sweaty forms collided. My cheeks bounced as he humped down into them and his balls slapped against me with each thrust. “Yes, captain! Fuck, yes!”

Devin teased me, pulling back and fucking just his tip inside of me before slamming deep for one thrust before pulling back again. 

Suddenly he was on his knees again, buckling his hips and grinding inside of me. He straightened up, hands at first leaving my body before spanking me firmly. 

He fell forward onto his hands again, still bucking fast. My moans got louder as I felt myself suddenly getting close to orgasm. But, as if he knew that, Devin slowed down, rolled his hips, and leaned down to kiss me again. He rolled my head to one side as he made out, moans filling each other’s lips. He slowly gained force, his thrusts hitting harder and faster over time. “You like that?” 

“Fuck yes, captain.”

Devin rose off my back and onto his hands again, one under my arm and one above my shoulder. His thrusts gained a new vigor as he pounded. I felt his body tensing and his cock turning rigid inside of me. And soon he was back into the plank position, pounding me hard and fast. I moaned and whimpered and felt like I was about to bust. Only for Devin to pull out, making me gasp and squirm. I bit my lip and panted, taking a long moment to recover after his intense pounding. 

The captain hopped off the massage table. When I looked over to him I saw him smiling wide and idly stroking himself. “Get on your back.” 

I swallowed and nodded, then wiggled onto my back. And as soon as I was, Devin grabbed my body to turn it sideways. My back was on the table but my ass was half hanging off the edge. I was panting still as he looked down at me from between my now spread legs. 

“You want it?” He asks, his tip poking my hole and throbbing against it. 

I nodded. “Yes, captain. I want it.” He pushed firmly on my rim and easily sank in. I moaned, head rolling back and back arching. I heard him chuckle as he sank inside. “Fuuuck~!” 

He started to fuck, humping fast and steady as I moaned and squirmed. His hands held the backs of my knees as his cock plunged deep inside of me. He slowed his pace, looking at my face as my jaw gapped. Each thrust was firm and intentional. Each making me moan out. 

Then, as his hands slid down to my hips and he started to pound my hole, I felt my orgasm rushing in. “I’m…” I panted, tensing and wincing as I got close. “Cumming!” My cock swelled and fired off, shooting handsfree all over my abdomen and chest. And the whole time Devin kept thrusting, fucking the cum out of me. 

“Fuck yeah, Danny.” He chuckled, slowing his movements as he smiled down at me. I swallowed and caught my breath, looking back to meet his gaze and giving a dumb smile. “That feel good?” 

“It felt incredible, captain.” I was smirking and nearly giggling. But, Devin was about to cum too. His thrusts had slowed to a steady pace but he was quickly speeding up again. His hands pushed my knees back, spreading me wider as he fucked. I moaned, gripping the table’s side. “Cum in me, captain!” 

He slammed in hard and roared, cumming hard and deep, filling my insides with his seed. I felt it throb and pulse inside of me as he panted and gasped, looking into my eyes as he bred me. “Fuck, baby.” 

He slowly pulled out and I heard seed dropping onto the floor from my crack and his cock. I was panting and aching in a new way. A good way. 

When Devin noticed my body’s exhaustion, he wordlessly guided me to lay back on the table again. I chuckled and relaxed, ignoring the mess on my body and inside my hole. He placed the towel over my crotch then placed another over my eyes. 

“Just relax here for a second. I’ll be back and we can finish your massage.” His words made me smile. I heard him pulling on his shorts again before leaving the room. 

For a long moment I laid there, basking in my orgasm and relaxing on the table. My body felt great and my cock was still mostly hard, ready for the rest of my massage. 

The door opened again and I heard a voice that was familiar, but definitely wasn’t Devin. 

“Daniel?!”

“Coach Jesse?!” 

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To be continued?

I look up at him and he says “Stay.” It’s a clear order and I do. He stands up, as he does his hard cock swings towards my waiting face and I lean in towards it. He chuckles as he pulls up his jeans and fastens just the top button. He walks casually out of the room to open my front door. From the living room floor I don’t have clear line of site but someone obviously comes in through the door and I can hear a deep rumbling of low voices. The plumber walks back in followed by another guy. This guy must be about 6”1, he’s solidly built with an especially large chest, his T-shirt stretched tight across his shoulders and pecs. He’s got black work trousers on over work boots, his massive hands hang at his side, they look calloused and tanned from working outside. His unruly beard is streaked with gray, his cool eyes set under a brow that seems to be frowning just a little bit.

The plumber steps in front of me, undoes the top button again, his bulge pushing free again and says “show him what you can do then”. The stranger sits down and one hand moves to his crotch. I run my tongue from base to tip making eye contact with the plumber as I do. My tongue swirling around the smooth head, getting it slick and then, slowly but determinedly slide down his length. Taking him inch by inch into my mouth and then pushing past and into my throat. I want to please, I want to impress this stranger with my skills, to help the plumber show off with me. He placed a hand on the back of my head just as my nose meets his pubes. I’m all the way down on it and I feel his grip tighten. He’s holding me firmly in place and starts to move his hips, bring them back and forth, his thick cock stretching my throat with each small thrust. I can feel my gag reflex fighting me. I start to heave, noisily, around his cock. Thick strings of throat slime escaping my mouth past his thick shaft. I’m starting to panic a little, my eyes wild as he uses me. Just as I begin to fight him he lets me up.

His thick and rock hard dick slides from my mouth followed by more throat slime. Holding me by the back of the head he slaps his wet cock in my face. “Good boy” he says “get it nice and wet for Daddy and we won’t need any lube. Will we?”. I moan between gasping for air. I need it back in my mouth. I shove myself back down on him, sliding back and forth. I’m working his cock hard and fast, slobbering all over it. Getting it wet. I know what’s coming and I want it, I want to feel him stretching me. Part of me wants to make him cum with my mouth though, I’m desperate to taste his load, to please him enough that he can’t hold back and shoots down my throat. 

I feel his hand slide from the back to the top of my head, his fingers curling into my hair. He pulls me back, holding me away from his glistening cock. “Slow down boy, you don’t want to spoil your fun” he says looking down at me. “Now come and say hello to Daddy’s friend”. He leads me by the hair until I’m in front of his friend. The dark haired guy is leaning back into the sofa, his legs wide apart displaying his bulge, his left hand resting on a thick muscular thigh, his right hand stroking his own nipple through his T-shirt. He sits forwards and says gruffly “come and have some of this boy” and he lifts his T-shirt up and over his head.  Exposing a thickly haired chest with well defined muscular pecs. His dark pink nipples firm and proud of the hair. I’m instantly mesmerised by it, I lean forward and take in a deep breath. He smells manly and strong, a little salty and like he maybe worked out a few hours ago and hasn’t had a chance to shower yet. My tongue and my lips reach forward, placing a kiss in the centre of his chest. I work my way side to side, feeling, tasting and smelling him, gently caressing his nipples with tongue, flicking them, nibbling them, and when he moans at this, biting them. 

He leans back into the sofa and puts his big hands behind his head. I see the plumber is sitting next to him slowly stroking his dick and watching the show. I kneel up and stretch over him to get to his chest again. I can feel the hardness of him pressing into my belly. He moans and shifts his hips every time I use my teeth on his nipples. The smell of him is driving me wild, so manly and hot. I look up at him, his eyes half closed, his mouth open in a moan and I get the courage to follow the line of his chest to where it meets his arms, a patch of thick dark slightly damp hair. I know I need to taste it. I glance back at his face and he gives a barely perceptible nod. It’s all I need. And kissing, sucking and biting I make my way to his pits. Bury my nose deep in the hair, the smell is amazing, the salty manly taste, my head is spinning and I’m moaning and groaning. 

“You like that do you piggy boy?” I hear the plumber say. “You like daddy’s friend’s stinky pits?” I can’t speak to reply, just moan “yes Daddy!” As I can’t bring myself to move my face from the smell of him. I feel a hand in my hair lift me up, and pull me away from the pit, I’m moaning and desperate and I’m just about to beg when I’m placed back down in his other pit where I start all over again. Frantically trying to absorb all of the man-smell. I can hear the plumber moving and feel him behind me. His hands on my hips I feel him pull my arse up and back. Off balancing me, I fall into his friend’s lap. I don’t stop kissing and sucking and licking, his bulge is so hard and I’m so horny I reach up and start to undo his belt. Just as I get his trousers undone I feel the P

plumbers wet tongue at my hole. The warmth and wetness spread around, loosening me up. I pull down the boxers in front of me, exposing a thick hard cock, not quite as big as the olumbers but big enough to make my eyes water, and surrounded by thick dark pubes. I take the tip in my mouth and start sucking him. 

I feel the plumber’s face move from my hole, his strong fingers now tracing around it. Sliding in, a little bit at a time. He’s stretching me, going deeper and adding a second finger. His mate is now fucking my throat and I don’t know which sensation to concentrate on. He withdraws his fingers and replaces them with that big thick blunt cock head. I can feel him pushing and stretching me. As I slobber on the cock in my mouth I concentrate on pushing out, making way for him to fill me. I feel it pop into place, past my sphincter, it’s so big and I’m so full already. I lift up off the cock in my mouth to ask him to go slowly, but before a word passes my lips I’m shoved roughly back down on it. 

At the same time the plumber pushes in deeper. He pulls back slightly once and then in one fluid motion pushes all the way into me, balls deep. If I wasn’t being held in place by a cock on both ends I’d have tried to scramble away from it. His pubes against my arse, my nose in his friend’s bush,  I’m being spit roasted. “Fuck yeah!” I hear one of them say as they start to synchronize their rhythm. Pounding me from both ends. The stimulation is too much to think about. My hole is burning with the stretch, but it feels so good. I feel my own hard cock twitching in the jock every time he thrusts into me. I’m working the cock in my mouth, my tongue and throat milking him. They’re both getting faster. I have no idea how long this has been going for, all I can think of is the thud thud thud of the thick cock pounding inside me. The twitching of my own cock, like I’m close to cumming without even touching myself, the plumbers friend reaches down and starts working my nipples and it’s too much for me, I’m mindlessly shouting my pleasure and both holes are being brutally used. 

My hands digging into the thighs in front of me I notice his cock throbbing and his balls tighten. I open my mouth ready to take his loads. He pinches my nipples tight and i tense up, my hole grabbing at Daddy’s cock. I feel him grab my hips and slam himself deep into me. As he does my own orgasm reaches a point of no return. I start to cum into the jock, my dick erupting in spurts of cum. The plumbers mate shouts out as he starts to fill my mouth with rope after rope of hot cum. I’m struggling to swallow it, my mouth is full of it and it’s leaking out around him.  The plumber is balls deep in me and I can feel him flooding my insides with hot cum. My eyes roll back in my head, over stimulated, I almost pass out with the pleasure of it. 

I’m slumped forward with the plumbers mates cock softening in my mouth, I pull up and use my mouth to clean up any drips of cum that escaped me. Kissing and licking him. He moves back in the seat out of my reach. As he does the plumbers slides out of me his dick still hard. He stands up, his thick cock glistening with the load he just filled me with. Stepping towards me I know what he wants and open my mouth to clean it off. As I’m working my way down his shaft I feel his foot press against the wet patch in my jock, “what’s this?” He says. “Did you shoot your load boy?” I nod emphatically to let him know how much I enjoyed myself. “Boys like you don’t get to cum without permission, there’s going to be some serious punishment next time!” He says as he steps away and they both start to dress. “I gulp, yes sir, sorry sir.” I mumble as they both walk towards the front door, neither of them look back as it shuts.  

It was a grey and rainy Friday in September, and Coach Stevens was standing by his desk at the head of the class, arms folded, a stern expression on his face. The clock on the wall ticked loudly: 3:45pm.

Sitting side by side at a desk in the centre of the classroom were Tyler and Lucas. Lucas had a mop of floppy brown hair and big, soulful eyes. Tyler was buzz-cut and sporty, and he looked kinda mean. Both of them were fifteen, and really fucking cute.

“Boys, boys, boys. Whatever are we going to do with you?” Coach Stevens asked rhetorically. “Would one of you care to explain what you’re doing here in detention yet again?”

Tyler kept his eyes on the floor. Lucas looked around the room sheepishly. 

“Well? Mr. Bridger? Anything to say?”

“Umm,” said Lucas, “we didn’t do anything, sir.”

“Oh no? Mr. Park? Anything to add?”

“All he did was sniff my fingers, sir,” said Tyler, innocently. Lucas couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.

Coach Stevens walked over to the door. 

“That’s not how Mr. Wallace tells it.” 

He flipped the lock, then pulled the blinds down over the windows. 

“He told me that you, Tyler, were shoving your fingers up your asshole and then making Lucas here sniff them. Is that correct?”

Tyler grinned. “Yes sir. But not just my asshole, sir. I was playing with my cock and making him smell that, too.” 

The teacher rolled his eyes.

“And you, Lucas. Mr. Wallace reported that, after sniffing Tyler’s butt-stink, you started to moan loudly and suck on his fingers, disrupting the whole class.”

Lucas groaned. “Oh, but sir it isn’t my fault! Tyler knows how much of a slut I am for his Alpha musk! It isn’t fair, I can’t control myself!”

Coach Stevens came over and leaned against the desk in front of them, spreading his thick, hairy thighs in the process. He was an attractive man, mid-thirties, with a gym teacher’s muscular physique. He wore dirty white sneakers and skimpy red shorts that did a bad job of hiding his obvious erection. A white vest showed off his strong arms beautifully, and his cap bore the mascot of the school’s football team. “Now boys, I understand. I really do. You’re at the age where lots of changes are taking place. Your bodies are growing, hormones are raging. In short, you’re becoming young men. I know it might feel like you can’t control yourselves, but you must. Lucas, I love that you’re embracing your true nature as a total bottom slut. And Tyler, I think it’s wonderful that a young Alpha like yourself has found the perfect sub to train and dominate. But boys, Mr. Wallace’s Geography class is neither the time nor the place, hmm?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” they both said in unison. 

“Yes. Well, I seem to remember you saying the exact same thing last time you were here. Watching porn in Mrs. Williams’ algebra class, wasn’t it?”

“Yes sir,” said Tyler enthusiastically, “Mexican Butt Sluts III.”

“The Director’s Cut!” added Lucas.

“Oh yeah! It had that extended gang-bang scene with all the sloppy ass-to-mouth. You loved that one.”

“Regardless! – ” Interjected Coach Stevens, “If you find yourselves overcome with fuck-lust again, just make sure to come and find me, okay? I can take care of those urges of yours safely. No need risking your school career for an orgasm, you understand?”

“Yes sir,” they both said.

“Good. Now, take off your clothes. It’s time for me to teach you both a lesson.”

Tyler and Lucas grinned at each other, their youthful faces beaming with excitement. They quickly jumped up and started stripping. Lucas kicked off his shoes and yanked down his trousers, while Tyler was trying to undo the buttons on his shirt. He gave up and ripped it off over his head.

“Leave the ties on though boys. You’re still in school, after all.”

A moment later, they were standing proud in just their underwear and school ties. Tyler wore a pair of black trunks that drew the eye naturally to the chiselled lines of his abdomen and accentuated his ample package. Lucas wore a white jockstrap, classic style. He was all about showing off his perfect bubble-butt. 

“Very nice,” said Coach. “Lucas, you can keep the strap on. I love the way it frames your ass. Tyler, lose the shorts. They look great, but let’s see what you’re working with, yeah?”

Tyler bent over and whipped them off, no hesitation. His thick uncut cock bounced up, hard as a rock. He grabbed it and pulled back the foreskin, and a small glob of precum oozed from the slit. He scooped it up with a fingertip, then sucked it clean.

“Oh yes, much better. You should be proud of that thing, son. Very impressive. Now, both of you, come here and get on your knees. That’s right, side by side.”  

The gym teacher stood over the two adolescent delinquents and looked down at them with a wicked gleam in his eye. As he spoke, he reached down and squeezed his cock though the thin material of his shorts. Coach never wore underwear, so they could easily make out the shape of his big bull balls and the thick trunk of his shaft.

“As you know, it’s my job to punish you.” A sly grin tugged at the corner of Coach’s mouth as he said this. “What would this institution become if we just let you act like dirty sluts with no repercussions? No, actions have consequences boys. Open your mouths.”

Tyler put his arm around Lucas’ shoulder and leaned in close, cheek to cheek. Both boys opened their mouths wide and stuck out their tongues. They knew what was coming, and they were more than ready for it. In fact, they were thirsty. Coach Stevens heaved the semi out of his shorts and aimed it at his kneeling students. He closed his eyes and focussed, then a second later a heavy stream of hot, clear piss came blasting from his cock like a hose, absolutely drenching Lucas and Tyler. Coach directed the stream at Lucas’ face, who tilted his head back to catch it. As the piss flooded in and filled up his mouth, it made a sound just like water pouring into a cup. When his mouth was full to overflowing, he gulped down half of the precious fluid and then spat the rest straight into Tyler’s waiting mouth. It seemed like Coach’s piss went on forever the way he was hosing them down. He must’ve drunk a ton of water beforehand. At one point Coach shoved his cock, still pissing, straight into Tyler’s mouth, forcing him to drink from the source.

“That’s right, pig, swallow it. Oh yeah, good boy. Keep it up. Swallow. Nice, nice. Yeah, keep looking at me. Just like that. Oh yeah. Again. Swallow it!”

When Coach’s stream had finally dried up, Lucas and Tyler were soaked head to toe and their bellies were full of piss, not to mention the huge puddle they were kneeling in. Coach shook out the last drops of piss and gave his cock a few quick tugs, bringing it up to full mast. It bobbed up and down hypnotically, and the boys couldn’t take their eyes off it. It looked so strong and powerful. Lucas licked his lips, hungry for it. Tyler stared at it admiringly. He hoped that, one day, his own cock would look that heavy and imposing too.

“Good job, boys. Now let’s put those mouths to work, eh? Come here. One of you on either side. That’s right. Put your lips on it, good. Up and down now, let’s see some team work!”

The boys wrapped their luscious pink lips around the sides of Coach Steven’s meaty shaft and slobbered their way along its length as one. When they reached the mushroom head their tongues darted out, swirling and dancing together over the glans. Precum oozed out of slit and they lapped it up hungrily, sharing the sweet, salty nectar as they made out around their treat. Coach Stevens placed a hand on either boy’s head, holding them in position, then started to pump. His big, hard cock slipped so smoothly between their full, moist lips, he couldn’t help but moan in pleasure at the silky, luxuriant sensation.

After a while, Coach grabbed Lucas roughly by the hair and manoeuvred the piss-drenched slut into a position where he could feed him the whole length of his manhood. Lucas looked up into Coach’s eyes pleadingly and opened his mouth again. He needed this so badly. Tyler leaned back to watch, smirking. The teacher slapped his big, hard cock on Lucas’ tongue a couple times, then shoved it in between his pursed lips. As he butted up against the back of Lucas’ throat the boy gagged hard but managed to hold on, willing it to open up. Coach felt it happen. The student’s oesophagus relaxed, and the teacher’s cock pushed down further into the depths of the boy’s neck. Lucas’ pretty brown eyes rolled back in his skull, like his soul had left his body or something.

“Fuck yes, that’s how you do it,” growled Coach. “Take note, Mr. Park. See how he’s surrendering to me? A boy’s throat is just a different kind of pussy. Treat the boy right, and you can fuck it like any other.” He proceeded to pound away at Lucas’ sloppy mouth. He started out slow and steady, then worked up to a faster pace. Before long, his full, hairy balls were bouncing off the boy’s chin as he railed his throat. Every now and then Lucas would gag and splutter, coughing up thick, gooey wads of throat slime that drooled from the corners of his mouth and dripped off Coach Stevens’ balls. Tears were streaming down the kid’s face by this point. The slut was a complete mess, gooned-out and sloppy, totally blissed from the hardcore skull-fucking. When Coach pulled out, his shaft was slick with slime and saliva, just like Lucas’ adorable face. “Your turn, Tyler,” said the teacher, stepping back. 

Tyler hopped up eagerly and stood over his kneeling friend. He gave his rock-hard fuck-stick a stroke and then skinned back the hood, exposing his angry red glans. Holding firm at the base, he aimed it at Lucas’ lips, then pushed. 

“Remember how I showed you son,” said Mr. Stevens, supervising. “Hold his head with both hands, that’s right. Put your sub where you want him. Don’t forget, he’s just a hole for your pleasure.” Tyler needed no encouragement. He took his time, enjoying the tight, wet embrace of Lucas’ throat-pussy. He especially loved the sensation of his cock-head popping through the sphincter, in and out, and every time he did, Lucas would make these crude, sexy gurgling noises. Coach Stevens placed a supportive hand on Tyler’s shoulder, then brought it down slowly over his back, ’til it came to rest on the smooth, round globe of his ass-cheek. The other he placed on the back of Lucas’ head. 
 
“Let’s try something else now. Tyler, push your cock all the way down Lucas’ throat and keep it there. Don’t worry, he can take it.” Coach pressed down firmly on the back of Lucas’ head, impaling him on his buddy’s cock. “Hold him there, that’s right. If he struggles, be firm. Keep it in that pussy where it belongs. You’ll notice he can’t breathe now, right? When you’re that deep, you’re blocking his airways. As the Alpha, it’s up to you to decide when your sub can breathe. Hold it, hold it. Good. He can last a little longer, I think. See how he’s struggling now? That’s perfect. Feels good, doesn’t it? Okay, okay, pull out, let him take a breath.”

Lucas gasped as Tyler finally pulled out, filling his burning lungs with sweet, sweet air. Seconds later, he was back on the dick, desperate to please. Tyler continued to abuse Lucas’ throat while Coach Stevens watched; controlling his breathing, wrecking his throat, and making him choke like a pro. 

“Okay boys, good stuff. Now I want to see those holes. Get up on the desk on your hands and knees, butts in the air.”

Tyler helped Lucas up off the floor, then both boys did as instructed and climbed onto the desk. Coach Stevens smiled, enjoying the view. In his mind, there were few things in this world more arousing than a teenage boy’s butt. Tyler’s was tight, boxy, and completely smooth. His little puckered asshole looked pink and knotty. Lucas’ butt was fuller and rounder, with a light sprinkling of soft, downy hair in the crack. His hole was wider and darker than Tyler’s, too, and looked more like a slit than a hole. It brought to mind the coin slot in a piggy bank, and Coach Stevens wanted to make a deposit.

“Beautiful,” said the teacher, as he ran his hands over their soft, supple cheeks. With a strong hand he grabbed the flesh of Lucas’ meaty ass, squeezed hard, then gave it a good, sharp slap, leaving a rosy handprint in the pale skin. The sound echoed around the room and Lucas cried out in pleasure and pain. Next the teacher dragged two fingers down the crack of Tyler’s ass, teasing his tight little opening. The boy shivered in response, and all the hairs on his arms stood on end. When Coach did the same to Lucas, the tips of his fingers sank effortlessly into the soft hole, like it was quicksand trying to swallow them. “Fuck me, that’s a hungry boy-cunt.”

Impressed at the looseness of Lucas’ hole, Coach grabbed the boy’s butt cheeks and spread ’em. The hungry pussy flared open, blooming like a flower. Coach dived in face first and wriggled his tongue up the boy’s fuck-chute. It tasted clean and fresh, with just a hint of muskiness. He obviously kept it clean and breedable for Tyler at all times, like a good sub should. Lucas loved getting his hole eaten, and the way Coach was sucking on his asslips and jabbing his tongue inside felt incredible. The scratchiness of the older man’s beard on his sensitive skin was driving him wild, and he bounced his ass back on Coach’s face, fucking himself on the teacher’s tongue. Minutes later, when Lucas’ hole was good and wet, Coach slipped his tongue out and shifted his attention to Tyler.

He leaned in and pressed his nose to the Alpha boy’s exposed anus, breathing deep. He let the musky fragrance of the teenager’s ass flood his nostrils, savouring it like a fine vintage of wine. It was ripe, sure, but not overpowering. Beneath the odour of sweat and ass, something else, something animal. It was the scent of adolescent lust, pure sex, a heady mix of hormones and desire. As he sniffed and snorted Tyler’s bouquet, Coach Stevens was steadily working three fingers up into Lucas’ spit-lubed fuckhole, probing and stretching the hungry orifice. 

“Tyler, did you shower today?” Coach asked between sniffs. He slipped his fingers free of Lucas’ slack hole and brought them over to Tyler’s. It wasn’t nearly as accommodating, and he had to use some force to get all three inside. 

“No, sir,” Tyler said, gritting his teeth. “Lucas likes it when I’m a little, uh, funky. He says the way I smell turns him on, sir.”

“I’m not surprised, son. That’s one potent pussy.” He roughly finger-fucked the young Alpha’s asshole, kneading and mashing it like it was a lump of dough. “Did you know your anus has glands that secrete male sex pheromones? I’d wager yours are working overtime, boy. It’s little wonder Lucas here turns into a sex-crazed whore whenever you’re around.” 

Tyler didn’t reply, he just clenched his fists and did his best not to cry out in pain from the rough treatment his ass was receiving. 

Eventually, Coach pulled his fingers from Tyler’s poor hole, replacing them with his tongue. Tyler sighed in relief at the warm, soothing sensation, and turned his head to make out with Lucas while Coach was French-kissing his tight little butthole. Before long he’d forgotten the pain, and his impressive cock was fully hard again. Coach was stroking it gently while he dipped his tongue in and out of the fragrant, flavourful hole, and a steady stream of precum was leaking out onto the desk where it formed a sticky puddle.

Butt-hunger satisfied, Coach Stevens stepped back and pulled off his vest, using it to wipe the spit and ass-juices from his face. His chest was defined and muscular, all covered in dark, manly fur. 

“Tyler stay where you are. Lucas, get down here. That’s right, where I was. Spread your legs, arch your back. Good. Now put your face in Tyler’s ass. I want to hear you sniff it. Yeah, that’s it. Breathe it deep. You like Tyler’s stink, huh? Fucking get high on it, slut. Inhale those pheromones. Yeah! Now eat it.”

While Lucas pigged out on Tyler’s boy-pussy, Coach Stevens slapped his meaty cock against Lucas’ cunt with a heavy thwap. It was so loose and wet already that Coach felt no resistance when he pushed. Slowly but surely, the entire length disappeared inside the teenager’s hole. Coach grabbed the boy’s skinny hips and pulled him backwards. As he did so, he felt the head of his cock push on through Lucas’ second hole, splitting him open.

“Ohh that’s so fucking deep sir,” whined Lucas into Tyler’s asshole. The sound made the boy’s insides vibrate, stimulating his prostate, and Tyler moaned at the sensation.

Coach slapped Lucas on the ass and then really started to fuck. He slammed his big daddy dick in and out of the slutty kid’s hole again and again, losing himself to the rut. Lucas was lucky that his hole was so loose, because Coach wasn’t gentle at all. That hole was his to use, and he wouldn’t stop ’til he’d dropped his seed deep in the boy’s fucked-out cunt. Harder and harder he fucked, deep and fast, absolutely trashing that hole. Soon the teacher felt a familiar tightening in his balls. He threw his head back and let out a roar, furiously fucking his load into Lucas. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through his body as his cock erupted, flooding in the boy’s guts. It pulsed and twitched inside, painting the walls of his hole with sticky white goo. Totally spent, he pulled out his deflating cock all smeared with juice. Lucas’ sloppy hole was totally wrecked and gaping. 

Now it was Tyler’s turn to breed Lucas. Coach had the bottom get down on his knees in the puddle of piss, then he reached out and held his hand under the boy’s hole. 

“Push it out now son,” commanded the teacher, and the boy did as he was told. Lucas pushed, his hole blossomed, and Coach’s warm, gooey load squirted out into his waiting palm. Tyler was standing by, ready to rock. Coach carefully took the handful of hot, slimy fuck-juice and slathered it all over Tyler’s swollen weapon, lubing him up. 

“Another lesson for you boys. When it comes to lubricant, nothing beats what nature provides. Spit works fine, but another man’s load is the perfect lube to slide in on. See how slippery that is Tyler? Feels good right?”

Tyler kneeled behind Lucas, and Coach reached down to guide the boy inside. With one swift thrust he was balls deep. Coach took a seat on a nearby chair and watched the young buck do his thing. Lucas clearly loved having Tyler inside him. He begged and pleaded for his seed, and opened his mouth wide to receive his Alpha’s spit. Coach’s load was leaking out around Tyler’s cock as he fucked his slut, dripping down into the pool of piss that surrounded them. A few hard thrusts later and Tyler was unloading too. He grabbed Lucas by the throat and cried out with the intensity of his O. His legs trembled and his balls tightened, then volley after volley of creamy spunk flooded his friend’s guts. Breathless and sweaty, they collapsed in a wet heap on the floor.

“I hope you learned something today boys,” said Coach as he pulled up his shorts. He knew they’d be back in detention again before long. Boys will be boys, after all.

“There’s a mop in the supply cupboard, make sure you clean up all that piss. I want this room spotless before you leave.”

And with that, Coach unlocked the door and stepped out in the hallway. He took one last look over his shoulder at the two young mans lying naked in a puddle on the floor, and smiled. Oh, to be a teenager again, he thought to himself.

All three men sat on the couch with their trousers unbuckled, and their underwear, around their ankles. River lifted the front of his tanktop and pulled it behind his head and beanie hat. His torso was smooth. He leaned forward in the middle seat, between Hunter and Nate, and picked up one of the many pint-sized jars on the table. “So, three hundred bucks to the dude who cums the most?”

“Yeah, whoever can shoot the most before sunrise,” Nate said, stripping off his tank top and unbuckling his jeans. All three men threw their trousers in a pile and lay back together. “Should have trimmed before this; it’s gonna get messy,” he added, running a palm through the scruff on his chest and abs.

River put his left arm on the couch back, behind Hunter’s wide lumberjack shoulders. “Why sun-up, man?”

“Because if we get competitive, we won’t ever leave; we’ll just keep milking until people get worried and come looking for us,” Hunter said. He brushed his nipple with his knuckle and began stroking his dick. It was thick and meaty even when soft. He turned his blond beard to gently grind it against the wave pattern of River’s cuff tattoo.

“Tch, I don’t get competitive,” River replied. “What’s the big deal if we just keep strokin’ until whenever-we-feel-like-stopping. Nothing better than just bating with some stacked — nnnhhhaa!! Hell yeah!”

“You came already?” Nate exclaimed.

River pumped his cock over the jar in his hand. Quick, powerful ropes fired into it, loud and splashing as they struck the glass insides like jets of water from a power-washer. “Fuck, that’s good shit,” River said, throwing himself back against the red upholstery. He kept pumping his shaft with one hand, as the other held his warm glass of juice. “Oh shit yeah, about to fire a second nut!” He streamed cum loudly into the jar again, filling it up until excess overflowed. “Oh crap! Missed some,” he said, putting his first warm jar on the table before picking up another.

Hunter twisted his cock with both hands while pumping up and down. He stood up, tilted his golden beard to the ceiling, and groaned as thick globs of cream slopped out of his large slit. The white slime oozed out fast in one solid stream two centimeters wide, its viscous body

spreading slowly in the jar like molten wax with a dull gurgling sound. He filled just over half a jar then sat down again, watching the other two.

River was pumping furiously fast, and Nate, using a reverse-grip on his veiny dick, pointed it down into his jar. As River shot his third load, Nate creamed out his first, filling a jar completely with twelve large ropes that glopped heavily and loudly as they spewed one after another. “There!” he said, slapping the jar on the table. “Beat that!”

“Fuck yeah I’m gonna beat it, man! Watch me!” River kept a lightning-quick stroke on his cock, his tongue starting to loll out of his mouth as a stupid, gooned grin spread across his face. After a couple more jars, he lifted his arm and smelled himself to force out a few more loads. “God, I frickin’ love my pheromones when I bate like this! Oh man, here it comes again!” He tried to stand, but his legs were shaking so he fell back on the couch and just held the jar to his cock to capture his latest load. “Oh damn, man, you guys dizzy too?”

Hunter oozed out a full second jar, sweat forming on his golden chest hair and neck. He looked at River, whose onyx curls were dripping wet under his beanie hat from exertion. “You’re going too fast; you can’t keep up that pace,” he laughed.

“Watch me!” River’s veins pumped out tight and swollen from his arm as he stroked out another three loads to fill a jar. “Huff… ha! … huff… see that? Lots of baby batter left in me; not gonna… stop…” He picked up another jar and leaned back against the soft cushioning, then dropped the jar with a clank on the floor; within seconds, his open, drooling mouth was snoring.

“Sexy fucker wore himself down fast,” Nate said. “Looks like its you and me, blondie!” Nate flexed an arm over his head, causing Hunter — who admired Nate’s furry, dark-haired pecs and armpit — to ooze out another thick nut. “That’s some really good quality seed,” Nate said with a grin. “If I lose, won’t be so bad to lose to you!”

“Looks like we’re still up against River too; look!”
“Ah hell, he’s still cumming?”
“It’s just streaming out a little,” Hunter said. “Don’t let him waste it.”
Nate stood up and rummaged in a closet. Hunter watched his tight muscular ass and the

stiff hard-on bounce as Nate walked; Hunter felt his own balls tightening with another load while

watching Nate move. “Ufff, another load for me! Something about you makes me churn a river inside.”

Nate smiled, coming back with an XXXL condom and fixing it onto River’s drizzling dick. The thin stream of cum began to slowly fill the rubber sack.

Nate looked at the ten jars in front of River, the five by Hunter, and the seven he had filled. “You holding steady, Hunter?”

“Steady does it; you two will burn out while my balls are making more seed.”
“You’ve got big ones for sure…” Nate said.
Hunter smiled. “Just a little bigger than yours,” he replied before groaning and oozing out

more cum. “I’m going to sleep all day tomorrow.”
“This one’s getting his sleep already, lucky cheater!” Nate nudged the filling sack with

his foot. The pool of cum in the pouch was growing between River’s feet: already the size of two jars’ worth of cum. “I’d love to play a game seeing how big we could get that, while he sleeps, but I don’t want the bastard to win.”

“Same, Nate; just focus on your own manhood. And just between us? — I prefer yours.” “Oh?”
“Yes; with those veins, how thick it gets, the shape — if I didn’t want you to win, well,

this would be going differently.”

Hours passed, and the coffee table and floor around the guys were littered with open jars of seed. River’s sack sat full and heavy like a beach ball filled with cream. Nate was panting, sweating, and still slow-stroking yet another load out of his shaft.

“You’re still churning milk, Nate? A couple more hours left until dawn.”

“Yeah, that werewolf blood’s handy for something at least; my metabolism is like fire, and my body makes blood and semen almost as fast as I lose it. You about tapped out, Hunter?”

Hunter shook his head. “Men in my family are known for being virile.”
“I bet; you’re huge. And your balls are… hell, are they bigger?”
“I told you — ahhh!, another for me! — I told you, we’re famously virile, like we were

made to breed. The more turned on we are, the larger our sacks grow for all the seed we make.”

River woke with a start. “Whoa, dudes, what’s — did I smoke a shit ton of weed? Or… oh fuck, right! Had this raunchy dream that I was fucking a sorority house of nymphos. Fuck, look at this, dudes!” He grabbed the sack of his cum with both his hands and forearms and gently hefted it into his lap. “How many liters you think I nutted into it?” He grinned from under his shaggy onyx hair as Hunter slapped him on the back.

“You’re lucky we’re letting that bag count,” Nate said. “But you have to put it in the extra jars in the box over there. And what you spill doesn’t count!”

River stared at the translucent sack of cum, feeling it’s unreal fullness and warmth, admiring it and his still-hard cock attached to it. “Man, it’s ready to fuckin’ pop!” He looked side to side with a smirk at both Nate and Hunter, then, sticking his tongue out at Nate, he gripped the bag between his smooth, toned arms.

“Hey, whoa!” Nate shouted, but too late. River’s sack of juice exploded, soaking his torso and lap, and splattering his competitors, with liters of his warm seed.

Hunter wiped his mouth and golden beard with the back of his hand. “It’s… delicious, River.”

“Hell, it’s so thick too,” Nate said, watching his own hands smear goo over his scruffy pecs.

River scraped huge handfuls off his abs with both hands and started jerking off the other guys with it. “You two give up?”

Nate tilted his head back and moaned. “Not a chance; I still got a lot left in me — uhh, yeah!!” He exploded several fat ropes of jizz, and River leaned over to start eating and licking the juice from his twitching meat.

River’s ass hovered in Hunter’s face. Hunter picked up a jar of his own cum and poured it on River’s bum. It coated his ass like cream, and glazed the hole. “I’m not done yet either!” Hunter stood up and slid inside River. As he started pounding, cum splashed over the muscular cheeks.

River grabbed another jar and poured it over Nate’s thick chest, then massaged the pecs and nipples. “Come on, dude, let’s get another taste.” His hands squeezed the thick muscles, so that furry flesh and cum pushed out between his fingers.

“Ah bro, I’m gonna nut again!” River pushed his ass back against Hunter and came hands-free, shooting onto Nate’s lap and cock. “New game: Dude who keeps cumming longest wins.”

“That sounds like a fun time to me,” said Hunter.
“Sure, I’ll still come out on top. But how are you still cumming?!” Nate asked. “Dunno, can’t stop,” River panted. He pulled his hole off of Hunter and sat on Nate,

riding his cum-drenched meat and pouring another jar over Nate’s tits. “I think I oughta finish you off first, wolf-boy,” River said, his tongue lolling out and his breath panting harder like a dog.

“Good idea; let’s put him out of the running,” Hunter added, getting behind the couch, reaching his arms down and massaging Nate’s chest and abs as well, paying extra attention to the sensitive nipples.

Nate gasped with the pleasure of his cum-soaked tits getting massaged while his cock was ridden. “You’re supposed to be on my side,” he panted, clenching his eyes in his effort to hold back his load. “No way are you making me tap out first,” Nate said, gripping River’s meat with both hands and milking his dick.

“Oh bro, that’s so epic!” River’s head tilted back, his tongue hanging out like a puppy while he bounced on Nate.

“Haha, hey! Don’t you bust before we make him lose, River!” Hunter laughed, pinching Nate’s nipples and pressing his own cock against Nate’s head.

Nate turned his head to suck Hunter, each guy trying to make another one cum.

“Ah! I can’t hold it, bro! Ahhh yeahhh!!” River’s cock gushed over Nate, splattering messily; Hunter’s slopped in Nate’s mouth, enough to overrun and spill out and down his face; and Nate erupted so much seed in River that it spilled out onto the floor with a splash.

They all took a moment to catch their breath.

River suddenly slammed down firmly onto Nate’s dick and gripped it with his inner muscles, squeezing it so hard that he jettisoned a fat nut himself, again onto Nate who was still trying to drain the punk himbo dry with both hands.

“That’s one more out of you! You’re going down, River!”

“Uffff that’s so good! But don’t tell me my thick jizz on your hairy abs and these massive man-tits isn’t turning you on, bro,” River teased.

Nate clenched his teeth, fighting the urge to cum again.

“Come on, bro, you might make me cum again if you nut inside me more. Breed me and see if you can finally break me!”

“Come on, Nate, give him that seed,” Hunter breathed into his ear. “Look how handsome and fit he is. Those black curls getting wet with sweat, as well as his smooth chest and perfect skin. And see how tasty he looks with all this cream running down his arms.” Hunter grabbed two more jars of his cum and, moving to behind River, poured them over River’s shoulders and chest. He poured another on his own wide pecs and leaned into River’s back, smearing the cum between them. “Look how thick my seed is, Nate,” Hunter said, running his hands over River’s slime-covered, muscled torso. His fingers left a trail in the white, waxlike cum — ultra-thick with impossibly numerous sperm — as they crept up to River’s chest muscles. The tits were bouncing with the rhythm of River’s cowboy moves, but Hunter firmly gripped them and slowly squeezed their smooth, luscious fullness.

“Fuck!!” Nate yelled, slamming his head back against the couch and roaring so loudly the veins in his neck stood out.

“Oh yeah!!” River moaned, with his face reddening, as if Nate’s cum was giving him a high. “Oh god I feel that son of a bitch’s cum, and there’s so much. Come on, big blond-o! Let’s make him nut again!” He took another jar from Hunter and doused Nate’s pecs again with a fresh coat of Hunter’s baby batter. He pressed his hands harder against the furry pecs, covering every inch with pheromone-laced semen. Then he pressed his tongue to one of Nate’s nipples and hungrily licked and sucked it, getting slime all over his skater-boy face and driving Nate wild.

Nate roared again and pressed up from the couch. Hunter stepped back and watched Nate push River onto the floor, pinning him down and keeping his cock buried deep inside him. “There’s one alpha here, and that’s me!” Nate yelled. He put his hands on River’s pecs as he sped up his fucking, driving his full length in and out of the man, making him drool and goon out with the pleasure of alpha-railing.

“Help me drain him, Hunt!” Nate shot a naughty, handsome grin at Hunter.

Hunter sat on the opposite end of River and slid his hard-on into the himbo’s wet, drooling mouth, then leaned over him to slide the man’s veiny, shaved meat into his mouth too.

While they sixty-nined, Nate knelt on his knees and grabbed River’s ankles to fuck faster. He could see River’s balls tighten before each gush of cum that he sent down Hunter’s throat. Nate stopped counting River’s orgasms after six, and soon Hunter sat up. “He’s almost done, Nate; his loads are finally getting small.”

Nate slowed down and then pulled out of River’s stretched hole. Hunter withdrew from the man’s mouth too, and together they licked and slurped River’s softening manhood until his last orgasm: three weak, small, spurts of cream dripped out onto their cheeks and tongues before his cock fell with a splat onto his abs.

River was snoring again within seconds, with a relaxed, happy, stupid grin on his face.

Nate looked up at Hunter, but he he was too late to react. Hunter sprung on him with his lumberjack’s build and pushed him onto his back, pinning him to the floor. “I know what you like, lad,” he said, holding Nate’s chest down with a forearm and grabbing another cum jar; he dumped it onto Nate’s chest. Nate struggled half-heartedly; his keener sense of smell had been betraying him all night, allowing the pheromones in jars of Hunter’s and River’s loads to arouse him further.

“You’re soaked in it now, Nate; I feel how excited your body is under me. I’m going to win, so just just lie back and enjoy.”

“You can’t — I’m not going down!”

Hunter smiled. “No? Not even by rubbing this thick seed on your nipples with my thumbs, like this?”

Nate groaned and struggled, but his slick body couldn’t move easily; he was lying in a puddle of cum and couldn’t get enough traction, and Hunter’s massive body held him in place.

“That’s it, lad, feel my bum grip your manhood and squeeze it.”

“Ah! It’s … it’s stronger than River’s! NNrrrghh!!” Nate bit his lip; the muscles were forcibly massaging his rock-hard shaft, gripping, squeezing, crushing his diamond-hard dick. “No, not … gonna lose … you bastard!”

“Look at your chest and stomach, Nate. Ever get turned on looking at yourself, how beautiful you are? So strong, with these muscles and this body fur. Not that I can see it well right now! Open your eyes; look how the cum drenched you like paint: white, thick — and delicious.” He ran his hands through the opaque, waxy coat of cum on Nate and scooped up a palmful, which he held to Nate’s mouth. “Drink it.”

Nate pulled his head back, fighting the temptation to drink the men’s mixed cream.

“You think being a werewolf is always a curse, but it lets you enjoy things better too: you can smell our scents in our seed, our manhood laced through our nectar, and you can taste us, can’t you? So open up. Yes, that’s a good lad.”

Nate relaxed his jaw and let the cream flow down his throat. He could taste Hunter and River’s unique proteins and hormones as the thick juice entered him. “Ugh, fuck…” he muttered as his cock pulsed between Hunter’s relentless ass cheeks. “M…more. Please.”

“Good lad. Here’s a mouthful.” Hunter drug his tongue up Nate’s abs and between his pecs, collecting a mouthful of seed. He kissed the weakening man and slid the nectar into his mouth. Nate swallowed it in large, slow gulps. “Ah, you’re close now. Attaboy.”

“Ah, ahhh! Fuck!!” Nate yelled. His cock erupted, splattering ropes of seed from between Hunter’s ass cheeks, up into the air, and down onto his wide back. Hunter sped up his motions and milked another load, his hands still feeding Nate cum and squeezing his pecs.

“I can’t… cum… anymore…” Nate panted after two more milkings.

“Let’s make sure, fella,” Hunter said, nuzzling Nate with his beard. “One more trick, just to make sure.” He picked up the last jar of cum and poured it over his own ass, letting the slime run down his scruffy cheeks and hole, and down Nate’s weakening, softening cock. Then, Hunter pressed his opening onto Nate’s cock and forced him inside. Nate gasped, then moaned loudly as Hunter’s inner walls and outer cheeks concertedly worked him, drawing out whatever energy Nate had left to cum. At last, Nate, with a cry mixed with pain and pleasure, splurted one final, single rope of cum inside Hunter. His cock kept twitching, firing blanks from his empty sack.

Nate’s body relaxed, and his labored panting turned into relaxed sighs. He looked up at Hunter with eyes barely able to stay open and a half-grin.

“And you said you had nothing left!” Hunter laughed. He put his hand to the side of Nate’s face and cupped it. “Sleep well, wolf.” He let Nate’s head fall back gently and listened to him breathe in sleep. Then, he looked down at his own hard-on and slowly pumped it, looking from Nate to River, admiring their strong bodies, and lusting for the cum on them and the floor around them. He breathed in the smell of man musk and arousal, then churned out a stream of cum onto Nate’s sleeping chest. He squeezed his friend’s soft cock in his ass until it was slightly hard; this made Hunter cum again, and the refreshed puddle began running down Nate’s obliques.

He lifted himself off Nate’s cock and gently moved River beside Nate. Then, he knelt by them and milked two more thick loads onto River’s thick forearms and, finally, onto Nate’s pectorals, one more time. At last Hunter yawned and, worn out with empty balls like the others, he lay in a pile with them and gave in to a long, deep sleep.

Michael found his high school yearbook., as he slowly turned the pages it brought back memories of his teenage years and one special night…

“Go Kevin go!”

Kevin Witkowski and Pedro Ramirez were dancing together to the sounds of the Village People. Cindy and Natalie, their respective girlfriends watched from the sidelines giggling.

“Look at those two clowns” one of their teammates shouted.

Kevin and Pedro were our high school’s football heroes, and this was their victory dance. No one in the crowd would ever dare suggest that this was nothing more than gag: a couple of jocks having innocent fun. But I could tell as they moved to the music that this was more than just a familiar dance.

“Move it baby!’

The sight of the two dancing jocks was turning me on.

I imagined Kevin and Pedro after a long work out stripping off their mud-covered uniforms strutting around the locker room in their smelly jockstraps showing off their muscles. The two sweaty jocks would saunter over to the shower room. In my mind it turned into a porn reel. Kevin and Pedro would stand under the soothing water. They would soap each other up and kiss. The two eighteen-year-old studs would jerk off. Kevin would suck on Pedro’s eight-inch Latino cock. Pedro would then push Kevin against the wall and slowly fuck his best friend until the they both satisfied their teenage lust. I was getting hard thinking about their muscular body’s covered with cum and sweat.

“Hey dude what you are staring at?” Kevin said looking at me.

“All good dude” I said.

Kevin and Pedro both smiled as if they could read my mind.

The gym felt like an oven and the music was too loud. I stepped outside into the cool night air and breath in deeply.

“How’s it going man”?

I looked up and saw Eddy standing in the shadows.

“Alright I guess” I muttered Eddy always made me nervous.

“Just hanging out” he answered flashing his irresistible smile.

“Going to the dance? “I asked loosening my tie.

“That’s not my scene dude.”

Eddy stepped into the light. He was dressed in usual outfit faded jeans and t-shirt. His clothes always seemed too tight for his well-muscled body. They were working class muscles not gym made, earned by shoveling snow, delivering groceries, and mowing lawns on sweltering summer days. Eddy would have made a fine wrestler I thought.

“I was leaving anyway.”

“Where are you headed? Eddy asked.

“Home”

“Want a lift?” Eddy asked pointing toward his beat-up car.

“Sure” I said and followed him.

Eddy and I had nothing in common. He was an Irish/Polish kid who was always getting into trouble. He spends most of the day standing by the side of the school building listening to rock. I was the nice Cuban/American boy who always got good grades. My parents expected me to get a dull safe job, marry a girl and have a couple of grandchildren. But whenever I saw Eddy, I got other ideas.

“You want a beer? ‘Eddy asked as we cruised down the street.

“Never drink and drive,” I said.

“Relax, I can handle it” Eddy touched my thigh.

Eddy and I had the same homeroom. That’s how we met. He would sit next to me in the back row when he chose to show up. People did not understand our friendship everyone thought he was dumb; but I knew better. Eddy was not interested in school to him it was a complete waste of time. I had tried to convince him otherwise, but it had been a waste of time.

“What we need is some music,” Eddy said.

“Okay” I said and turned on the raid to a top ten station.

“No not that Disco shit” Eddy said.

Eddy opened the glove compartment and took out a cassette.

“Now this is rock and roll.”

Eddy switched on the player and the music exploded from the speakers.

Eddy was not the first boy I had fallen in love with. There had been others starting in the six grades when I had kissed Adam Braydon on the lips. I was seventeen and always horny and there was plenty of good-looking guy at my school. But Eddy was different. Eddy was dangerous.

“How do you like it?”

“It’s too loud!” I shouted.

“He is the best!”

Eddy and I sat in the dark listening to Bruce Springsteen growl about lonely hearts.

“Hey, bud I really need to get going” I said.

“Go where? Eddy lowered the volume.

“Home, I guess,” I said.

“I never want to go home,”

“What do you want then?” I said I could feel the heat from his body.

Eddy leaned over and put his hands on my thigh.

“Beer makes me horny.”

“You had too many” I said.

“Not tonight” his face was right next to mine our lips almost touching.

“Eddy…”

“Don’t you want to Mike ?” he asked.

“Yeah.” and we kissed.

The feeling was electric as if all my hidden desires were now on the open. We had unlocked a door and there was no turning back.

“Are you gay? “I mumbled.

“I’m just horny” Eddy kissed me back.

I was horny too and I really did not care if this was just teenage passion. Eddy was a hot guy, and he was making out with me.

“Come here Eddy” we kissed him again.

We ripped out clothes off. I loved the feel of his smooth skin on mine

“You are a hot fuck “Eddy grunted as I took his hard cock in my mouth.

I kept on sucking his dick as I felt his hands jerking me off.

“Suck me bro” I pleaded.

Eddy squeezed my balls.

“Please Ed”

Eddy went down on me.

We were both sucking each other off now. I love the feel of his hard shaft in my mouth. The way Eddy was handling my cock gave me the feeling this was not his first time at gay sex.

“ Mike want to fuck ?”

“Sure dude” I

I had no idea what I was doing but if there was gay gene it was kicking in

“You gotta a rubber”

“No” I said.

Eddy searched his jean pocket until he found one. He tore the rapper with is teeth and placed in on my erect dick.

“Oh man” I said as Eddy lowered himself on my cock.

“Relax Micky”

I felt my cock penetrating Eddy’s ass. It felt so good.

“Hot dude”

We were both crazy with teenage lust. We did not care if cops caught us. The pleasure we were getting was too much.

“Are you gonna cum?

“Not yet” I said as I bent him over the front seat and fucked him deeper.

“Fuck me Mike ” Eddy said.

And I did until my cock could not take it anymore and I orgasm into my friend’s ass.

“Oh yeah” Eddy was loving it.

I noticed he was still hard.

“Give me you cock!”

Eddy shoved his dick into my hungry mouth.

“Take my load Mike!”

I sucked on his cock until his hot sticky cum was coating the back of my throat.

” So hot” Eddy sighed

I kissed him again this time longer and deeper.

“Love you Eddy” I whispered into his ear.

Eddy and I did not speak as we drove to my house. He dropped me off and I waved goodbye. Is this it? I thought.? That night I laid in my bed thinking about the way Eddy and I had made love and what it had meant to me. No matter where our life would lead us things were never going to be the same again.

Mike stares at the photo of Eddy in the yearbook and thinks for a moment until his cell phone rings.

“Are you still at your parent’s” my husband asked.

“No, I’m home guess what I’m looking at?”

“Old Porn magazines?”

“No, our yearbook”

“I thought you had lost it.?”

“No, it was here all along.”

“That brings back a lot of memories.”

“It did; will you be here soon?”

“Yeah, the traffic is not too bad”

“Love you” my husband said.

“Love you Ed”

Mike put the yearbook in a safe place. He stepped outside into the cool autumn evening. Mike hears his husband’s car drive into their driveway.

“How was your day?” Mike asks.

“Glad I’m home”

“I was thinking we should go for a drive.”

“To the park?”

“Like old times?”

“You know how I love happy endings?”

Mike kisses Ed and they walk into the house.

Chapter 1: The Ambush

Bradeus felt the hair on his burly chest rise as Soren’s soft tongue traced its way around his erect pink nipples. Standing at 6’4, the dark-haired Bradeus towered over the athletic frame of the golden-haired half-elf pleasuring his nipples. At only 5’8”, Soren was a whole head’s height shorter than the hunk, allowing easy access to his sculpted hairy chest and large, round nipples.

It was late morning, and soft rays of sunlight filtered through the forest canopy, offering just enough illumination for Bradeus to admire Soren’s striking green eyes that, at the moment,  glimmered with lust. Naked,
Soren wrapped his hands around the taller human mage’s bulging biceps and then sensually slid them over his veiny foreharms, as Soren dropped slowly to his knees. 

Soren felt cool moss and earth cushion his knees as he unlaced Bradeus’s grey wool pants. He burried his face, with its defined features and smooth, straight nose into the bramble of wild pubic hair and inhaled, taking in the scent of pure, manly sex. 

Bradeus clenched two fists as the half-elf blew him; one around his own hair, and the other around the half-elf’s. He guided the blonde elven head up and down steadily for a couple minutes, using the boy’s warm tongue and throat to massage all nine inches of his own girthy cock. Soren ran his tongue expertly around Bradeus’s penis while being slowly facefucked, applying pressure in all the right places to elicit moans and gasps of pleasure from the rugged human.

Suddenly, Bradeus’s nose twitched, detecting something strange. He pulled Soren off his cock, and a line of thick saliva dropped from the blonde beauty’s lips down past his chin. “Do you smell that?!”
Soren sniffed the air. “…yes…strange gas…FUCK! Magesbane!”

The two muscular men quickly reached for their clothes. They had inhaled small amounts of Magesbane; in under two hours, their cosmic energy would become severely limited, rendering their magic weak and useless. Someone had released the poison gas some miles away, and they must be targeting the mages. Bradeus and Soren knew someone was after them. 

They had been so enthralled in pleasuring each other that they let their guard down. And very soon, they may very well have to pay the price. It was Soren’s fault – as a half-elf, he had the keener sense of smell, which was partly why Bradeus required his companionship.

The two men hastily threw on their pants, tonics, and boots, no time to lace anything up. Soren whistled three short notes, and shortly after, two brown horses rushed over to their owners. Bradeus and Soren, both skilled at the martial arts, effortlessly jumped onto their steads in one swift motion. Full speed ahead, they dashed through the forest, keeping their eyes out for an opportunity to escape their pursuers.

Around half an hour later, Soren turned his head around – a party of around 10 men on horseback were following suit. The two mages’ horses were running out of stamina, having sprinted so hard earlier. Bradeus stretched out his arm to cast a fireball at the pursuers, but only a pitiful little flame sputtered out from his palm, barely leaving embers on the ground it landed it. The Magesbane had worked its way through his system. With limited access to their cosmic energy reserves, the mages began to grow desperate. 

Soon after, water splashed up from the horse’s scrambling hooves as they dashed through a shallow brook. Water. They had passed this brook before; shortly ahead would be a wider stream and a clearing in the forest. Soren threw a leather sack over to Bradeus, who effortlessly caught it. Soren yelled to his companion, “go ahead without me. The Magesbane runs more slowly through elven blood. As long as there is water, I can hold them at bay.” 

Brad grimaced at the thought of leaving Soren behind, but there were no other options. He must protect the Avorus Stone fragments at all costs. He replied, “Okay. May luck be with you my friend.”

Soren channeled his thoughts towards his horse, Thundera, ‘I want you to keep running and follow Bradeus. If you get separated, run into the forest and do everything you can to survive.’ With that leaped off his stead, suspecting that he would might see her again. He landed on a rock in the middle of the stream and begun to methodically wave his toned arms, focusing his remaining cosmic energy into his palms. 

A gigantic blob of water begun to form in front of Soren, as if suspended by an invisible dam. The group of chasers were approaching. As they closed in, Soren leaped eight feet into the air and snapped his arm down and forward towards the men. The water blob suddenly crashed down on the pursuers, knocking out five of the men as well as their horses. The remaining men came to a halt as Soren gracefully landed on his feet behind the stream.   

Then, one of the pursuers, a tall and lean man with silver hair, rode his horse straight at the half-elven mage. Soren crouched to dip his hand into the stream and then flung a huge splash of water at the charging horse. The water turned into sharp needles as it flew, battering and starling the horse enough to cause it to fall. But as this happened, the silver-haired attacker lept off the horse and flew 15 feet in the air, over and past Soren’s head. The man then continued running at lightning speed. ‘Another mage,’Soren observed.

At the moment, Soren needed to deal with the remaining four horseback men; no time to chase after the fleet-footed, silver-haired mage. Soren placed one palm on the rock he was standing on, and then, like a dancer, he whipped his legs around in a circle. Following the motion of Soren’s legs, a thick line of water from the stream lifted up and whipped at the feet of the approaching horses. It managed to knock all of them off their feet. Most of the riders managed to pick themselves off the ground, but one of them hit his head and lay limp and motionless. 

‘Shit,’Soren thought, ‘the Magesbane…I’m nearly out of cosmic energy.’ Nevertheless, he held firm and bluffed, “One more step forward and I shall kill you all. If you value your lives, you best retreat.” Two the men froze, looking slightly uneasy. But one man, a huge, hulking figure walked forward slowly while cracking his neck. He had wild, short hair that was unusual color which straddled the line between dark blonde, light brown, and pale orange. 

Soren squinted, and then a look of shock took over. He recognized the man. Kingston! It was Kingston! His good friend since childhood! Soren momentarily felt a sense of elation. He dropped his stance. So the men were actually here to rescue rather than capture them??

But as soon as Soren dropped his battle stance, Kingston assumed his own aggressive stance and palmed the air, sending a shockwave of invisible force through the air which knocked Soren off his feet and into he stream. Soren lay coughing in the shallow water, shocked and confused – why was his trusted friend attacking him?

Kingston smiled coldly. He knew Soren well enough to call his bluff. Soren was renowned for possessing some of the most powerful water magic in the world – at full power, he would have easily incapacitated all 10 pursuers in a single fell swoop. The poison gas had worked. 

Kingston raised one hand upwards and levitated Soren into the air. Soren limply hung in mid-air until, suddenly an unseen force dragged his body forward until his neck was gripped firmly between Kingstons fingers, held high enough so that Soren’s feet barely touched the ground. 

Soren could barely breathe as he stared into Kingston’s cold hazel eyes. Suddenly, Kingston’s iris flashed and momentarily changed to a glowing purple hue before reverting back. Soren instantly understood what this meant. Kingston had become a “dark elf”, a human who made a deal with a dark spirit in order to gain elf-like levels of cosmic energy, as well as immunity from almost all poisons, including Magesbane. Soren thought, ‘Why? Why would the noble Kingston of Azaguar even consider doing such a thing?’

Quickly, Kingston concentrated a large amount of cosmic energy into his hand and unleashed bolts of static. Soren’s body convulsed violently as the electric energy coursed through every fiber of the half-elf’s taut muscles. After fifteen seconds of this torture, Kingston released the beautiful blonde boy, who collapsed onto the ground, completely exhausted and barely able to move. 

Soren heaved, struggling to take each breath. The 20-year-old half-elf braced himself for his fate. Soren was prepared to die today. In fact, he’d been prepared for this for years now. The life of a warrior mage was always fraught with peril, and with so much turmoil and violence rocking the formerly peaceful world the past two years, Soren mentally prepared himself each day that he may die a violent death. He felt no fear in this moment. His only regret was leaving behind his wife, Sherylea, alone in this world without his protection.

As if reading Soren’s mind, Kingston said in a matter-of-fact tone, “You will not die today.”
He waved his hand, gesturing for the two men behind him to come closer. “Strip him and search everything carefully.” The two men approached. One was raven-haired, very tall, and looked to be around 25 years old. The second man had hair shaved close to his scalp, and a thick chestnut-colored beard adorned his thick jaw. He was a head shorter than the other man, but stocky and corded with muscle. 

They easily manhandled the now limp-bodied half-elf and removed his tunic, boots, pants, and even his sublicalum undergarments. As the men rummaged through his clothes, Soren lay naked on his back. His short blonde hair looked dark, now that it (along with his entire body) was drenched in sweat and water from the stream. His lean, toned muscles glistened in the gentle forest light even has flecks of dirt and dried grass cling to his skin. True to his elven blood, Soren’s was mostly hairless, except for small tufts of short, silver-ish hair on his armpits and pubic triangle.  

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Whilst being manhandled, Soren realized how the men must have tracked and ambushed Bradeus and himself. A mere two days ago, they had dined with Kingston, their good friend. They revealed their planned route to this trailer while they trusted so completely; and now Soren must pay the price.

The two men finished their thorough search and reported back, “Nothing, except for a bottle of olive oil and a couple of gold coins.” Kingston cracked his neck and knuckles, understanding that Soren surely transferred the  Avorus shards to his companion. No problem, for Bradeus would surely be apprehended soon by the silver-haired mage pursuing him on foot. 

Kingston popped the cork out of a small wooden bottle. He kneeled down and pulled Soren up by the hair. “You will not die here…as long as you cooperate. Drink.” 

Soren was exhausted and completely confused; his head swam with so many questions he didn’t have the energy to think about right now. His sharp nose smelled the bottle as soon as Kingston opened it. Soren instantly knew what it was: passion potion. 

Passion potion was brewed from mixture of extremely expensive and rare ingredients. A single dose would cost several fortunes, surely more than a mage like Kingston could afford. Soren had no time to ponder. He had been prepared to die but now he had been given a sliver of hope. Sherylea. He must return to Sherylea at all costs. Soren gritted down. He would do anything to survive, to make it home alive to his recently wed wife. It didn’t matter if it meant groveling at Kingston’s feet, licking his boots, becoming his slave, or anything else; Soren made up his mind to submit and survive. 

Kingston ordered his men to grasp Soren’s jaw and open his mouth. Then Kingston poured the golden-hued liquid between the handsome half-elf’s soft, thin lips. Soren obediently swallowed every drop.

Within mere seconds, the fair skin on his cheeks flushed and turned crimson. A warmth flooded through Soren’s body as he faintly noticed that Kingston was smiling, for the first time today. Kingston looked over and flicked his head at his two male companions; they nodded back knowingly.

Kingston and the two men began stripping themselves down while Soren was on his hands and knees, slightly recovering some strength while feeling a fuzzy warmth spreading through his powerful yet refined muscles. He looked up at Kingston and couldn’t help but admire his former friend’s imposing figure. 

The 22-year-old mage had a full head of reddish, light-brown hair, which also coated most of his powerful body. Short, slightly-curly hair carpeted his chest, torso, legs, and forearms. A lighter dusting of hair covered his shoulders, and a bit of his back. 

Kingston was the most muscular man Soren had ever laid eyes on. At 6’5”, he was slightly taller than Soren’s companion Bradeus. He was also more muscular. Bradeus was considered a very muscular man. But Kingston was considered _obscenely_ muscular. He possessed the physique of a man who dedicated each day to training his body and eating copious amounts of lean meats and beans to increase muscle mass. His pectorals looked perfectly square and and bulged out like large rocks in a stone wall. His lat muscles spread wide, and tapered steeply making his hips look unusually narrow by contrast. Kingston’s round shoulders bulged and rippled as he slowly ripped off the last of his undergarments. 

Soren admired Kingston’s face. In stark contrast to Soren’s own graceful boyish looks, Kingston’s face took on a hypermasculine appearance. His eyes were deepest under his strong-boned brow. His defined jaw jutted out forward, almost too far to be considered handsome. Normally, Soren had never been particularly enamored by Kingston’s looks (especially since he usually was distracted by Bradeus’s classically handsome face and perfect body). But as the passion potion worked it’s way through the fair half-elf’s veins, he found Kingston’s intense masculinity to be completely irresistible. 

Kingston observed the lustful look on the youthful elf’s face and chuckled. “You like my body, boy?” A part of Soren urged him to snarl defiantly, but the pleasure potion and common sense won out and he docilely nodded while still on all fours. “Good boy. Now kiss my feet.”
Soren bowed his head down. Kingston’s feet were enormous, and parts of it were covered in light auburn hair. Soren kissed the big toe. Surprisingly, it didn’t smell too strong, the scent of man sweat mixed in with dirt from the ground.

Soren knew his life depended on pleasing his captors. He continued kissing each toe, while he heard one of the men laugh. Soren’s cock was throbbing at the point, the passion potion’s effects slowly taking hold. It swelled to its full 7.5 inches, taking on a beautiful slightly-curved shape, despite being somewhat slender due to his elven lineage. Soren tried to his his swollen cock from view, but his inhibition was slowly fading away with each passing second; and soon, he knew he would beg and scream for sex and actively crave a wide range of debasing acts.

Without warning, Kingston lifted his foot and pressed Soren’s face against the moss-Padres ground. “Do you wish to pleasure me, boy? Do you want to touch my body?” Soren replied, honestly, “Y-yes, sir. I-I can’t control myself, I want you.”

Kingston smiled, still pressing his foot against the half-elf’s handsome, refined face. “Yeah? So what are you going to do about it?” Soren felt his cock throb – it was now painfully hard. “Please sir. Please let me kiss up and down your body. Please-please let me suck your cock.”

Kingston released his foot. “Hmmm…I don’t know if you’ve earned the privilege of touching my cock, but since you begged so politely…you may kiss and worship my legs.” Without hesitation, the once-proud mage began planting rapid, firm kisses around his captor’s ankles and rock-hard calves. Soren felt himself get hornier. Kingston’s leg muscles were huge! And they were so manly, completely covered in hair, unlike the blonde boy’s own smooth legs. As if acting by their own will, his hands began rubbing up and down Kingston’s tree-trunk thoughts; it requires every ounce of Soren’s effort to restrain his arms from touching the studly man’s crotch area.

Kingston, immensely aroused by his former friend’s submission, lightly stroked his cock which had risen to full mast. It was around the same length as Soren’s but almost twice as thick, with veins running down all sides. It pointed straight out and slightly skywards, elegantly stretched out beyond the wild thicket of reddish-brown pubes. 

The effects of the potion continued increasing. Soren was now using his tongue to kiss and lick the godly figure standing before him. He kissed and licked his way up Kingston’s legs and then back down again to his feet, passionately sucking on the tops of each toe. 

Kingston lifted one foot, curled his toes around Soren’s blonde hair and lifted the 20 year-old boy’s head up. “You’re getting rather freaky now aren’t you, boy?” Soren apologized, “I-I’m sorry sir. I’m beginning to lose control of myself. I-I just want to touch you sir. Please. Pl-please let me keep kissing your beautiful feet.” 

The men watching the scene laughed loudly at the debasement. Soren felt humiliated, but didn’t care; the humiliation actually added to his arousal now that the potions effects growing. Kingston ran a hand through his short beard and said, “I’m afraid you’ve already gotten more time with my feet than you deserve…but how about you give some attention to my torso now?”

Soren’s dick twitched as he looked up at Kingston’s furry abs and chest. Normally, the half-elf preferred men with less body hair, but the passion potion increased his lust for anything that signified maleness. A long line of precum drooled from his cock onto the grass below. Without a word, Soren began rubbing his face against his captor’s abdomen, scratching his smooth cheeks against the lightly damp auburn hair.

Soren was so intoxicated that he did not notice one of henchmen take out a small medicinal tablet and swallow it. It was an aphrodisiac that would allow a man to maintain an erection for several hours and ejaculate 3-5 times within that timeframe. At the moment, Soren craved carnal pleasures above all else; and carnal pleasures he would surely receive, in spades.

Soren’s sense of dignity slipped further away with each passing minute and he began lightly brushing his drooling cock against Kingston’s leg, which was rock hard with riding muscles. Soren briefly closed his eyes. He knew he was degrading himself. He needed to obey Kingston, but he tried to remind himself there was no need to further debase himself with vile acts. But he could resist. Every nerve-ending on his smooth, slender cock tingled as it brushed against the coarse hairs coating Kingston’s muscular leg.

Resistance crumbled. Soren began humping the leg like a dog. The henchmen broke out in laughter. One of them said, “Fucking hell! He’s a filthy animal!” Kingston was elated, feeling pure euphoria that the proud, renowned Soren of Dunne was groveling before him, kissing his feet like a slave, rubbing his cheeks against his granite and like a cat, and humping his leg like a mutt.

His huge chest swelled with egotistical pride as his mind swelled with more perverted ideas. “Soren, I haven’t bathed in two days…” Soren had no reaction to those words, for he was too engrossed in rubbing himself against his conqueror. Kingston raised an arm to flex his obscenely large bicep. Then he took a small whiff of his armpit. “Fuck, I smell…”

He continued, “You’ve been such a good boy so far…why don’t you dry the sweat off my armpits…by rubbing your face against it.” A small part of Soren felt disgusted. He had never done such a thing before with Bradeus, who was the only person he’d ever been intimate with. But overwhelmingly, the unnatural lust consumed all of the half-elf’s senses, and his beautifully toned body quivered with excitement. 

Soren dove into the damp, hairy pits with ravenous desire.  Soren’s muscles were still weakened to the point where he should barely be able to stand; but the passion potion caused adrenaline and sex hormones to rage through his body, giving strength. The static shocks from earlier had severely blunted the half-elf’s sense of smell, the ripe pits smelled somewhat mild to Soren.

Kingston shifted one foot back to keep balance against the force of Soren’s eager head burrowing vigously against his pit. The two henchmen began stroking their cocks. They were shocked but aroused by the raunchy act – one of the greatest young mages in the world, with his head stuffed in the pit of a taller, stronger man. Their friends would never believe they’d tale share at the pub.

Kingston pulled Soren by the hair and shoved him into the other pit. “Come on, I want every inch of your face smelling like me. Scent-mark my new bitch so anyone who walks by you will catch a whiff and know you’re my property.” At that comment, Soren felt so humiliated and aroused, he couldn’t contain him himself. A few seconds later began using his tongue to lap at the manly pit, cleaning each drop of sweat off.

With that, Soren’s dick vibrated with pleasure. It was impossibly, inhumanly hard. A fountain of cum blasted out, some of it hitting Kingston’s side, while most of it sprayed into the distance, landing on the ground in ropes up to five feet away. Then, Kingston shoved away Soren, hard, knocking him off his feet.

“Bad doggie. Did I tell you that you could cum? You got your master dirty, you slutty little bitch.” Kingston feigned anger, while his enormous cock stood turgid, each vein bulging. Before giving Soren a chance to respond, he once again raised his hand and levitated the young half-elf off the ground and towards himself. He walked several paces to a grassy area side, and dropped Soren to the ground by his feet. 

Kingston sat down on a short, flat boulder. “Crawl up onto my knees…you need to be punished.” Even after ejaculating, Soren remained almost as horny as before. It was an effect of the passion potion; anyone who consumed a full dose could orgasm between 10-20 times in a single night, with most of them being dry orgasms at a certain point. Soren obediently pulled himself up and draped his exhausted body over his former friend’s knees. 

Kingston used his hand to wipe the cum off of his side. He then smeared it all over Soren’s right cheek and hair. The half-elf now smelled strongly of his new owner’s sweat and cum. He was marked. And then…

Spank. Spank! SPANK! Kingston wailed away at the submissive boy, eliciting yelps and whimpers. Kingston slapped the firm ass several more times, harder and harder. Tears began to well up in Soren’s eyes. More spanks. His formerly smooth, milky butt-cheeks were now crimson red, and at this rate, would probably remain so for days. Soren begged, “Agh. Arggg. Please. Oh, mmmph!!! AGH!”

Kingston kept spanking the red ass. “I’ll consider if you ask nicely, and apologize for shooting your dirty load all over daddy.” Soren attempted to comply, “Please…aghhh….p-plea—agh!!” Kingston raised his hand high and lowered it back down quickly for an extra hard smack. “Nuh uh. Say, ‘Sorry daddy, I’m promise I’ll be a good little bitch boy and do whatever you say from now on.’”

Soren gulped. “Fuck…I’m, I’m sorry daddy, I’ll be good.” Kingston paused for a second, then delivered three more hard spanks, “That’s better, but still now what I told you to say.” Soren cried out, “AGHHH!! I’m sorry! Oh I’m so sorry, Daddy! I promise…I promise I’ll be an obedient bitch slut and do anything you want. Please, please I’ll be your good little boy forever.”

Kingston smiled, pleased with the result. The let the defeated half-elf roll off his knees and fall down with his back on the soft grass. He looked over at his henchmen. They were stroking their cocks a bit faster now, horny from watching Soren’s debasement. Kingston gestured for them to approach. “I want one of you to suck his cock. The other shall pleasure his nipples.”

The two henchmen eagerly followed orders, stretching their necks and cracking their knuckles as they approached the weakened Soren. The tall man with short black hair and an athletic build knelt down and took Soren’s cock in his mouth. So soon after his recent orgasm, Soren’s cock felt sensitive. Very sensitive. The helpless boy slut squirmed and twisted this body from side to side. “Please…ugh…its so sensitive…ah…s-stop…” He squeezed his thighs against the man’s head and his grasped his hands at tufts of grass, pulling a few blades off. 

Too sensitive. Soren couldn’t help from reaching down and trying to push the man off his tortured cock. But as he attempted doing so, the other, stockier henchman grasped his wrists and pinned them to the ground over his head. The muscular, chestnut haired man licked his lips, lusting after the beautiful half-elf; he then bent down and sucked on a perky nipple, while still pinning Soren’s wrists with one hand. 

In this helpless position, all Soren could do was cry out and produce pitiful little whimpers. The man immediately smelled Kingston’s pit on the boy’s face laughed, “You little slut, nice and scent-marked so I know exactly who owns you now.”

He greedily licked around the boy’s hyper-sensitive areola before alternating back to suctioning the erect nipples. Then he began to switch back and forth between the two nipples, rubbing his prickly beard across the defined lines and valleys of the half-elf’s strong pectoral muscles. After a few minutes, Soren’s cock adjusted to the stimulation and he began enjoying the raven-haired man’s oral assault. 
His cries turned to moans, and his pained facial expressions melted into an odd mix of pleasured smiles and occasional grimaces. 

A milky white substance began leaking out of Soren’s nipples. Elves were a unique race in that elven men could lactate upon reacting maturity, whenever their nipples were sufficiently stimulated. The milk was mixed in with pre-ejaculatory fluid, and thus had some of the thick consistency of precum. Soren inherited this trait and he felt embarrassed to be spilling milk at a time like this. The bearded, stocky man lapped up his first taste of elven milk and savored it’s mildly sweet, creamy flavor. “Fuck, man, he’s making milk like a woman. Come take a taste, it’s sweeter than any milk I’ve had.” 

The talk, black haired man, pulled off Soren’s cock right before the elf felt another climax begin to almost approach maturity. He switched his attention to the frustrated boy’s other nipple, “holy shit, he’s actually leaking out his tits” and dove in, licking up a few drops. Tasting it for a few seconds, he eagerly began sucking on Soren’s left tit. Now both men were milking the boy, running their greedy hands all over his smooth, elegant body. 

As one of the hands brushed around his cock and stroked, Soren felt warmth rising from his core and waves of pleasure flooding the throughout his molested body. “Ughhh…fuck…I’m sorry…. can’t…. Aghhh… contro-“ He shot three long ropes of cum, soiling his six-pack abs and smooth chest; most of the cum landed on his pretty face, adding to the dried semen already crusting on his scent-marked cheek. 

The men were pushed over the edge, immensely aroused by seeing the cumshot. The vigorously jerked their cocks, and within two minutes, had taken turns adding their loads to Soren’s forehead and hair. Kingston raised an eyebrow – he hadn’t ordered the men to cum or stop pleasuring Soren. But it didn’t matter, plus, he understood that in drinking some of Soren’s pre-cum breast milk, they’d have ingested small amounts of the passion potion. In a few minutes the men would be all ready to go again.

Still sitting on the short, flat boulder, Kingston ordered the henchmen to drag Soren over and make the half-elf kneel before him. The giant, auburn-haired man calmly rubbed his oversized cock, in slow, light strokes. He gestured down with his eyes, “You want this, bitch?” At this point, the passion potion was in full effect. Soren was drooling, and his eyes dropped lazily. The half-elf couldn’t find words, he simply nodded eagerly, his drool swaying back and forth. 

“Come suck on this bone, you dirty dog.” The formerly dignified half-elf mage crawled forward obediently, and hungrily mouthed the thick, hard cock. Kingston, rested his hands behind his head, and rolled his eyes back in pleasure and satisfaction. He ordered the henchman, “go oil up your cocks. You’ve done a good job today, and I shall reward you.”

As the men walked back to their bags to find some oil, Soren moved his attention to Kingston’s hairy balls. He rolled his long, slender tongue around each sweaty then lapped forcefully at his conqueror’s perineum. Next he dragged his tongue all the way up the rigid dick again, and then began rubbing his faces around the spit-covered cock while still licking it. 

Then, completely taking Kingston by surprise, he wrapped his elegant lips around the tip, and in one quick motion, ran his lips down the entire shaft, swallowing the entire shaft! The passion potion had dulled Soren’s gag reflex and the young blonde could now deepthroat with relative ease. He burried his nose in Kingston’s dense, long pubic bush while massaging the cock head with his throat and running his tongue back and forth along the shaft for the next minute of time. ‘Fuck! This is gonna make me cum,’ Kingston thought to himself. 
 
He tried ushering all his will power to push Soren off his cock, but it felt too good and he could not bring himself to do it. Instead, he shot the his two-day load straight down Soren’s throat. So deep was the head that Soren could hardly detect the taste of semen shooting into his mouth. “Arghhh! ARGHRUUUGH!!!” The giant, muscular man bellowed as he planted his seed inside his new bitch’s belly.

Kingston firmly pulled the greedy cockslut off his cock and slapped him once across the cheek, but not too hard. The two henchman were back, carrying a large towel and sporting oiled-up cocks, which had not deflated at all since their recent orgasms. Kingston rolled off the boulder and onto the grass on his back. He called out to the men, “How about you blokes take turns fucking both his holes…loosen him up for me why don’t you?”

As Kingston lay resting on the grass, he closed his eyes and contentedly thought about would become of Soren. Within the hour, he would fuck his former friend for the first time, a long time dream would come true. Next, he would use the sacred Sorcerers Orb in his possession to permanently deprive Soren of his cosmic energy. And finally, he debated whether to Soren to a brothel, and ‘allow’ the half-elf to leave behind the turbulent life of a warrior mage for a (possibly) more peaceful existence as a pleasure slave. A half-elven pleasure slave…that would surely fetch a hefty price on the market…

End of Chapter 1

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I’ve been on vacation for the past couple of weeks with no laptop. I decided to write this little spinoff story on my phone, before returning my attention to the main Turning Chase story once I have my laptop again. I’ve found that writing in this fantasy genre is personally much more difficult than he ‘realistic fiction’ genre.

I’ll likely only release one more chapter of Avorus Stone in the foreseeable future. Then, perhaps once I’ve completed Turning Chase, I’ll return to working on Avorus Stone if there’s significant reader demand.

In Chapter 2, Soren’s ravishment continues, we find out what happens to Bradeus, and we are introduced to Chase and Orion (Chase and Bradeus’s father).

 THE FARMER

AND HIS MAID

What neither of them had thought about when booking the hotel was how near it was to the Temple. That night, from their adjoining balcony they could see the structure floodlit with torches.

“It was not like that last night,” Mehta said.

“No,” Soren murmured, sitting down, still looking at it.

The spires were lit all around the Temple like the points of a crown. From out of the crown, every hour or so rose smoke and the heavy scent of incense, and now and again came the long, low horn.

“It’s not really a comforting place,” Mehta said.

Soren gave a harsh laugh.

“And it makes the city so silent. We were so happy before, I thought. If it’s all the same to you, I’d like to get back home to Turnthistle as soon as possible.”

“It is all the same to me.

“Always I’ve known about the Temple. Only now I wonder, what sort of God is served there?”

“No God at all, despite what the Zahem have been led to believe,” Nelson said, “but one of the Hidden Ones. In the history of the Zahem, the Priests rose up to help them in a time when the Prophets could not. But the truth is this priesthood is far older than Zahem, as is the Temple. The priesthood infiltrated Zahem and now they serve a Hidden One. A Dark One. That’s who the Hands and the Sorcerers make their vow to. It isn’t to be spoken of lightly. It isn’t to be spoken of at all, really.”

Mehta looked at him.

Soren looked at her, and the black band was around his wrist and suddenly he took it off, and revealed his bare white wrist and the Black Star burned into it.

She gasped.

“It was a long time ago,” Soren said, “and I didn’t have any name at all. They take your name. They take you. In those days I was called Gimble. I scarcely got away with my life. I did not really. I had to work very hard to get that life back, and that name, and now we shouldn’t discuss this again.”

Mehta let out a long breath before speaking.

“After, I’d left, I arrived at the home of a woman who was all alone except for her baby. Her whole family was killed by Hands. The men were. The women were taken away. A troop of Hands, silent and all in black with long black swords. This girl had a charm given to her by what she swore was a fairy woman. Must have been or how would she have gotten away from them. She spoke of them. Of their eyes, these deadly eyes.”

Soren remained silent.

“Master, tell me you didn’t do that. Things like that. Kill people. Destroy families. Put the fear of hell in folks. Put spells on them. Tell me you didn’t really have a part in that business.”

When Soren said nothing, she said, “That’s me being foolish. I don’t suppose you could have been a “good Hand”. A Hand that didn’t do any of that.”

Nelson was silent and sad looking, and the drumming from the Temple continued into the night.

“Ahhh,” Mehta sighed. “You told me, and that’s what matters, and you’re who you are now. Not what you were. I can’t… How can I make sense of any of it?”

All of this time Soren kept looking at the Temple.

“I have been frightened to tell you, Mehta, and I never knew that till now. I wanted to start over again and forget there was a past. But there was. I thought I’d paid for it, but I haven’t even begun to pay for the things I’ve done, the person I was.”

Very sensibly, Mehta rose up and said, “And you can’t pay for it by obsessing. Good or bad what’s done is done. And what has to be done is we get up early in the morning. So let’s be up,” she nodded stoutly in the direction of the Temple, then back to her open door, “and to bed, and out of this place.”

She was gone and, despite his shame, Soren found himself, in a slightly painful way, smiling. 

The Longbook of Locrys

 will reach its conclusion

in

The Book of the Bright Sun

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APPENDICES

THE ALMANAK

Anson Aethelyn Prince of Westrial- (b. 1699)- the second son of King Anthal of Westrial, born to Essily of the Crystal Isle. Appointed First Knight of the House by the age of nineteen, 1718, served with distinction in the border wars and was appointed Captain of the King’s Horse in 1727. The animosity between the prince and his brother Cedd led to Anson’s flight at his brother’s accession to the throne. Now more famously known as the lover of Ohean Penannyn of Reghed.

Caedmon Aethelyn King of Westrial– (b. 1694) the first child and heir of King Anthal of Westrial and the only son of his first queen, Tourmaline of Harrowfast. He succeeded his father as King in the fall of 1729, triggering the flights of his brother Anson and sister Imogen. Generally known as Cedd.

Hilda Aeseflad Princess Aethelyn – (b.1707) the second born daughter of King Anthal and Queen Emmaline.  She entered into the Abbey of Saint Clew at the age of fifteen (1722) was declared Reverend Mother. In 1729 she was ordained Abbess of Saint Clew and Directoress of Inglad. 

Imogen Aethelyn Queen of Reghed – (b. 1711) the youngest daughter of Queen Emmaline, the last wife of King Anthal. She fled Westrial with her brother Anson, and upon reaching Reghed wed King Idris in the early summer of 1729.

Morgellyn Princess Aethelyn Queen of Essail – (b. 1700) the firstborn of King Anthal by his third wife, Emmaline. Upon her mother’s death she was married to King Stephen of Essail (1715) becoming Queen at the age of fifteen and shortly bore Linalla, Philip, Peter and Lewys. In 1729, after the sudden death of King Stephen, she assumed the Regency of Essail in the stead of her son, Young King Philip.  

Quinton Allaveros- (b.1702-) in Callaion near the Sussail border to a family of Sinercian descent, priest of the Second Grade Ascending to Third and chief lover of Matteo Vallarti.

Derek Annakar- (b.1700) to a minor noble Doman house near the Essail and Senach border. He is the principal lover of Conn Aragareth and a priest of the Third Grade moving toward the Fourth. His sisters are Julia and Tessaya. His brother is Douglas Annakar.

Connleth (Aragareth)- (b. 1707-) the son of Willem and Maire of the village of Trott. In 1724 he followed his older sister to the Blue Temple in Kingsboro to become a dependent, but ended up joining the Azul Ierateío after his first year there, training to be a priest of the Third Grade. In 1729, he and his Ogdoad left Kingsboro with Ohean Pennanyn and Anson Aethelyn.

Allyn Baldwin- (b. 1697-) son and heir of Ulfin Baldwin, younger brother of Edith Baldwin and current Earl of North Hale.

Edith Baldwin- (b. 1691- ) oldest child of Ulfin of North Hale and Alice of Cleves, Queen of Inglad, Hale and North Hale.

Ulfin Baldwin- (b. 1669- ) Earl of North Hale and father-in-law to King Edmund. His children are Allyn, Edith and Pollanikar.

Isobel Beregond Tryvanwy- (b. 1709) Queen of Westrial and elder daughter of King Raoul Beregond of Sussail and Hermudis Tryvanwy Queen of Sussail and Princess of Armor, wife to King Caedmon, secretly trained as an enchantress on the Rootless Isle.

Birch- a witch woman who lives at Stone Cottage

Lord Austin Buwa of Desseret- (1700- ) only son of Lord Nephy Buwa, and practioner of the Zahem faith. His wife is the Lady Ashley Buwa, also born of the Outer Zahem. His lover is Pol Kurusagan.

Myrne Cenned of Herreboro- (b. 1710-) daughter of  Toman Earl of Herreboro and his wife Lady Imlay. Entered the Rootless Isle in 1724 and rose to the rank of Dame in 1727, In 1729 she came to the attention of Allyn Baldwin who proposed marriage to her at which she feinged acceptance, fleeing to her family’s holding of Herreboro to declare herself Queen of the Three Lands and wed Osric Wulfstan, her second cousin and co claimant to the Three Lands.

Ralph Curakin (Rafe) (b.1689-? ) Lord of Two Bridge, Ansafede and Clyddanon, Duke Sandabar and Powell, Knight of the Dragon, Chancellor of Idris of Rheged and member of the Order of the Red Lily, he was born in obscurity in northern Chyr and arrived at the court of King Math beside Ohean when they were both adolescents. There he proved himself a warrior par excellence. Ohean’s one time love, and oldest friend, currently serving King Osric and Queen Myrne at the pleasure of Idris and Imogen of Rheged.

Idris Desmond (b.1692-)  son of King Amr of Rheged and Princess Llyell of Far Isles, King of Rheged (1714), wed Imogen Aethelyn (1729), first cousin to Ohean Penannyn and brother by marriage to Anson, Cedd, Morgellyn and Hilda. His two illegitimate children from a previous union are Kelyvn and Isomer.

Ohean Desmond Penannyn (Ash) (b.1689- ) the son of Senaye of the Rootless Isle and grandson of the Crystal Lady. He holds the title The Great Ash from which comes his nickname Ash. Chief councilor to both the kings of Rheged and Westrial, some attribute to him divine origins, calling Ekkrebeth or Akkrabeth, and he is acknowledged as the mightiest of sorcerers though only vaguely associated with the Wizards of the White Island. His cousins are Meredith, Pollanikar and Nimerly the Crystal Lady as well as his lover, Anson Aethelyn.

Rufus of Daumany– (b. 1689- ) King of Daumany and illegitimate son of William IV of Daumany by his one time lover, Herleva of Dinmont. He is King Edmund’s chosen heir to the Three Kingdoms.

Ruval- a Black Hand pursuing Theone. His true name is Kenneth

Odo Abbot of Saint Fundagast at Fonteroy- (b. 1692)  younger brother of King Rufus, the oldest son of his mother Herleva of Dinmont’s marriage to Gearstand the Badger.

Calon Everidon- (b.1700) a chosen attendant of Abbot Fero of Fero House, Calon is a priest of the Second Grade and holds the position of Janitor of the White Door in the Blue Temple. His chief lover is Gabriel Rokomont, and his dearest friends are Obala Waymon, Sara Hemnon and Matteo Vallarti.

 

Michael Flynn Earl of Loxley- (b. 1699- ) dispossessed of Loxley Holding in Southern Inglad, the Loxley’s went to Westrial where Michael joined the army and befriended Anson Aethelyn. The Loxley’s were devotees to the Green Faith, and after the war, seeking peace, Michael came to the Green Wood where he was named Robin Wood in his generation.

 

Cynric Hessenfelt (b. 1705- ) maternal cousin to Myrne Cenned through his mother Mallory Thothanaye Lady Hessenfelt.

 

(His Holiness) Dahlan Kimball- (b.1715- ) current Prophet of the Zahem, born in southwestern Zahem to Aimee and Joses Kimball.

 

Pol Kurusagan- (b. 1704- ) born by the Sussail border from a Solahni mother and a half Itzumi father, he traveled to Kingsboro with his brother, in time becoming a successful streetworker. Close friends with Prince Anson and current companion of Austin Buwa and Ralph Curakin.

 

Arvad Lavran- (b. 1713?-)the houseboy of Turnthistle Farm

 

Dissenbark Layton- (b. 1705-) companion to Theone and later Ohean, Anson and Conn. A witch born in Chyr to a Vandish mother, but raised in the village of Layton by her Westiran father once he was widowed. At the time of the fires she flees to the Rootless Isle and becomes close to the Lady Nimerly.

 

Mehta- (b. 1713?-)the housekeeper of Turnthistle Farm in northeast Zahem.

 

Pollanikar Meretane, Mariamne of the Green Wood- (b.1704-) the daughter of the priestess Meredith, raised on the Rootless Isle, she attained the rank of Dame by the age of twelve. For some time she served in the court of Queen Ermengild IV under her councilor, Owena. Eventually she went into the New Forest seeking the Sword of Callasyl only to meet and love Michael Flynn. Her father is Ulfin Baldwin.

 

Soren Nelson- the owner of Turnthistle Farm.

 

Sir Anthony Pembroke of Gaverton (b. 1697)  – chief steward to King Cedd and his one time squire. They both distinguished themselves at the Battle of Edmonton (1718) where Anthony was granted the title Duke of Wilmington.

Gabriel Rokomont- (b.1699) An Azul Ierateíon of the Fourth Grade, Gabriel Rokomont was born of Doman and Armorian stock in the Blue Temple of Nassagora to a Blue Priest and the Red Priestess Sharadon Rokomont. The Rokomonts, though of Sendic and Doman origin, have deep roots in the Blue, Red and Green Orders, seeming to have turned from their original Sendic faith during the time of Sir Wylan Rokomont during the Disposession. According to legend he married into an old Royan family and the Rokomonts, though white in appearance, have several notable kindred among the women of the Rootless Isle and the priestly families of Chyr. Though noted for his skill and poetry, Gabriel is most noted for his relations to Calon Everidon and Connleth Aragareth.

Maud Princess of Thaary– (b. 1705) daughter of Beregond of Thaary and his Solanhi wife, Juana, she was orphaned and raised by her fairy godmother, Yarrow, a councilor to Queen Ermengild IV. In the court of Ermengild she met Ethan of Vand who then became the love of her life from whom she was separated several years. She is close to Ethan’s grandfather, Ronnerick, councilor of Queen Ermengild.

Sir Teryn Wesley (b. 1713-) born in southern Westrial to a half Royan family, lover and squire to Lord Anthony Pembroke.

 

Cauda Wulfstan- (b. 1688-) born in South Hale to an Elmeth mother and a Hale father, she became the lover then wife of Eoga Wulfstan and fled to Ohean at Eoga’s urging before he was imprisoned. In northern Rheged, under Ohean’s care she bore Osric, called Wolf.

 

Osric Wulfstan- (b. 1709-) the son of Prince Eoga of Inglad, Hale and North Hale and the grandson of King Edred. After the murder of his father, his mother, Gedran, fled to Rheged where she lived with Ohean Penannyn until her death. Raised with the understanding that he was heir to the Triple Throne, for his safety Ohean trained him to be a servant and taught all to refer to him as Wolf.

Matteo Vallarti- (b.1705) born in Kingsboro from a poor family of Sinercian, Armorian and probably Doman stock, Matteo is a priest of the First Grade Ascending to the Second, best friend and sometimes lover of Connleth and the chief love of Quinton Allaveros.

Ethan Prince of Vand- (b. 1695) a member of House Alcontrad though his mother, Xillihyha Princess of Vand,  and his father, Lord Dessanon of Triary. His grandfather is Ronnerick, the councilor to Queen Ermengild IV and after it was known that Princess Essnara had died, Ethan went on a quest to find the Beryl of Elladyl. His affianced is Maud of Thaary.

Eryk (Lord) Waverly  (b. 1705) the maternal cousin to Myrne Cenned through his mother, Margaret Yfildeth of Imlay.

 

Theone Xiihylah (b. 1709- ) daughter of the Black Star Jurgad and Princess Essnara of Chyr. Held captive by the Black Star until with the help of Ethan of Thaary, she escaped. 

Yarrow– the Mistress of Stone Cottage in the Dauman Marches, though mighty in magic, little is known of her but that her true name is Indul. Her companion is the equally mysterious Birch.

 

 THE KINGS OF WESTRIAL

The Kings of Westrial claim their descent from the God Wayland. According to their Chronicle, Wayland, of old, begat Wulfsun, Wulfsun begat Sevard, and Eoga, the first king of the West Ayl was descended of Sevard.

Wayland

Valkyras

Sevard

Rurgi

Sigmilund

Sigi

Sigir

Balda

Bældæg                                                    

HOUSE OF OESC

 

OEGA 622-647

Brond 647-665                                         

Friðgar 665-678                                        

Freawine 666-690[1]                                     

Duncan 692-710[2]                                      

Giwis 710-725                                          

Esla 725-744                                             

Elesa  744-765                                          

Cerdic 766-790[3]

Athelstan the Great 790-831[4]

Anthal I 831-876[5]

Ceol 876-919

Ceolwulf 919-927

Cynegils (Kenneth) 927-953[6]

Gillem 953-975[7]

Cenwalh  975- 1003

Gillem II 1003- 1019[8]

 

THE DOMAN KINGS

A combined force of Domans and Senach sweep into Westrial and rule from Londres. Cenwalh calls himself Duke of Londres and then, in 1030, King of Londres and the West Ayl

Edric of Daumany- 1019-1025

Edric II- 1025-1047

Edric Henry-  1047-1059

Richard Cenfus – 1059-1063

Henry- 1063-1085

With the aid of the people of Elmet and Rheged, the Westrians come behind the Lady Rowena, a descendant of Cenwahl and a Rhegedi descendant of the House of Oesc called Jerami. He changes his name to  Æscwine. After a long war, the Westrians expel the Senach-Hale dynasty, sending them into Senach or back to Daumany.

HOUSE AESCWINE

Anthal Æscwine 1065- crowned in Kingsboro beside R’asha. 

Crowned in Ondres, 1085- 1101

Centwine  1101-1156[9]

Caedwalla 1156-1210

Caedmon the Bard 1210- 1248

Æthelheard  1248-1269

Cuthred 1269-1297

Sigeberht 1297-1347[10]

Cynewulf 1347-1361

HOUSE OF ENDIC

Beorhtric 1361-1385

Egbert 1385-1401

Egbert II 1401-1436[11]

Harold Bloodhands 1436-1441[12]

Edward the Naithling 1441-1465

HOUSE AETHELYN[13]

Æthelwulf 1471-1520

Æthelbald 1520-1555

Æthelberht 1555-1561

Æthelstan II 1561-1603

Ælfred 1603-1625

Anthal the Great 1625-1640

Edward the Elder 1640-1665

Edmund I   1665-1680

Edward  II  1680-1690

Anthal IV  1690-

Caedmon II 1729-

 

 

 

 

KINGS OF HALE AND NORTH HALE

            

Kings of North Cambria

(Descended from King Avred Oss’s daughter, Fayn)

Berlan

Costanin

Arthur

Theral

Shavayn

Elric

Dispossessed by

Eoppa the Hale who begins the Old House of Hale

Ida – his brother

Glappa – Ida and Eoppa’s nephew by their sister Signy

Adda- his daughter who was wed to Elric the Second, grandson of King Elric, the last of the Royan Kings.

Æthelric –their son, the first half Royan, half Hale King

Theodric- his son by the daughter of the King of Westrial

Deoric- who fought The War of Wall whereby the Kingdom of Elmet was instituted.

Frithwale- the last King of North Cambria. His daughters married into Elmet, Rheged and Westrial and his senior daughter, Syllian,  married  Hussa of Norra Hail, that is the Northern Hales.

The Northern Hales took over the Kingdom of Eboracum whose line was also descended from Idris through his daughter Fayn

Æthelfrith betrothed his son to Elektra, a daughter of Budic the last king of Eboracum and became the first king of Norra Hail. Their son was:

Edwin, followed by:

Eanfrith

Oswald was the last king of Norra Hail. His son was Hussa, who wed Syllian of North Cambria, and joined the two kingdoms.

Oswiu-

wed Princess Lestana, the daughter of King Coel of Westrial (876-919) in 891 and declared his realm Hale, and himself the first king of Hale.

THE KINGS OF HALE

HOUSE HALE

Oswiu- 891-920

Ælla the Aethling 920-955

Æthelric   (955-1021)

Æthelfrith  (1021-1066)

Edwin (1066-1090)

Osric I  (1090-1117)

Oswald  (1117-1140)

Oswiu II (1140-1170) 

Oswine (1170-1185)

Æthelwold (1185-1215)

At the death of Æthelwold, they send across the sea for his cousin, Oswiu the Wolf Bane known to be a shapechanger and a descendant of Sigurd and Beowulf. He is wed to Aethelwold’s neice, Kenig the Half Royan, beginning House Wulfstan

HOUSE WULFSTAN

Oswiu II  (the grandson of Oswald) 1215-1250)

Beo Wulfstan (Beo the Hero) (1250-(85)1301- Beo Wulfstan, sometimes simply called Beowulf preferred to adventure in many lands. He sired children, but seeing that North Hale was in many ways still a separate land from Hale, he appointed his son, Alchfrith the Berserker Earl over it while his younger son, Ælfwine, became Earl of Hale. After this, North Hale would be a subkingdom of Hale ruled by Alchfrith’s line.

Oswiu III (1301-1320)

Ecgfrith    (1320-1347) –dies in the Halite War refusing to give the North Independence.

Aldfrid the Confessor (1347-1377)- weds his daughter to the Earl of North Hale and declares it independent. (though a generation before this the Earls had called themselves kings

Eadane- 1377-1402)

Eadwulf 1402-1431)

Osred I (1431-1469)

Coenred (1469-1485)

Osric   (1485-1517)

Ceolwulf (1517-1540)- his son Cenn became the first lord of Herreboro.

Ceolwulf (1540-1578)- IN 1550  his cousin Ossa Queen of Inglad died without issue after reigning for forty years, thus Ceowulf became Ceowulf the II of Inglad and from then on the Eng were ruled by the Kings of Hale who also became the Kings of Inglad.

Ceodane (1578-1605)

Æthelred II (1605-1632)

Rædwulf (Red Wolf) (1632-1660)- his daughter was Edith Swanwhite

Æthelred III (1660-1674)

 

Svig the Boneless (1672-1675)- had already conquered North Hale and dispossessed its line, killing them or sending them into exile. During the last years of Aethelred he took the Royal County, appointing himself king, though many were loyal to Aethelred who escaped south, and to his son, Edmund, who was crowned in the south at Herreboro. Edmund was not decisively dispossessed until Svig’s son Sweyn took Herreboro and Edmund fled to Daumany.

Edmund Ironside (1674-1675)

 

HOUSE OF DAYNE

 

Sweyn (1675-1682- (banished Edmund to Inglad where he ruled as king. While Sweyn murdered the remnants of House Wulfstan, three of Edmund’s sons reigned after him in Inglad, the last being Edmund, who, it is suspected, murdered his remaining Wulfstan cousins)

Edmund Ironside (1680 -1682) In this year, in succession, Edward, Edred and lastly Edmund, in 1707 became kings of Inglad.

 

Nute (1682-1703)

Harold the Rabbit-  (1703-1706) his son by a first wife

Harthanute- his son by Emma (1706-1709)

Edmund the Ætheling- 1709-

NORTH HALE

THE EARLS OF NORTH HALE

Alchfrith the Berserker, son of Beo Wulfstan (1285-1327)

Eadberht  (1327-1358)

Oswulf (1358-1364)[14]

THE KINGS OF NORTH HALE

Oswulf and Morwenna  (1364-1382)

Æthelwald Morwen (1382-1411)

Alhred (1411-1445)

Æthelred I (1445-1473)

Ælfwald I  (1473-1500)

Osred II (1500-1505)

Æthelred I (1505-1549)

Osbald (1549-1570)

Eardwulf (1570-1572)

Ælfwald II (Elfwald II)  (1572-1578)

Eardwulf (1578-1581) This was the last of Osbald’s children, all who died without issue, After this the throne passed to the youngest son of Ceodane King of Hale who had recently inherited Inglad. As not to inflame the ire of the Council of Hale, Ceodane never attempted to turn North Hale into his personal earldom, but passed it and its crown to his son:

HOUSE ANRED

Eanred (1579-1611) named his heir after his older brother, the King of Hale

Æthelred (1611-1645)

Æthelred II (1645-1670)

Ælle  (1670-(72)75)- entered into war with Svig the Boneless, King of Dayne. Hale came to his defence, but he was defeated and fled, though the royal cousins were killed or sent into exile.  Three years later, Ælle was killed in Jeracat Prison. Here ends the line of House Anred. Though many believe there were survivors, they have not resurfaced and some thirty years later it was a kinsman, Edmund who rose to take the throne, replacing the kingship with the Earldom of Herreboro.

THE KINGS AND QUEENS OF INGLAD

 

 

 

 

THE KINGS AND QUEENS OF INGLAD

(up until the House of Wulfstan)

Inglad differs from the other seven nations in several ways. Firstly, it has an abundance of female monarchs starting with their nation’s foundress. Secondly, it has a large Royan population and lastly, though counted a Hale kingdom and the seat of Hale power, it still recognizes itself as Ayl and Royan.

Wayland

Wulfsun

Sigurd

Bældæg was the father of                                           

OESCA 622-647 and his sister:

BYRNHILD who founded  Æmburgh across the the Amh River from the old Sinercian city of Boracum in 630 after wedding the Royan lowland king, Amys. This marks the beginning of the royal House of Bæl.

HOUSE OF BÆL

Byrnhild (630-681)

Risegis (681-714)

Ermengild I (714-740)

Allamandis (740-770)

Lucius (770-783)

Thumber (783-807)

Incumben (807-832)

Ecgberht I  (832-850)

Retaxes (850-887)

Half Hale Ragnarsson (887-911)

Interregnum

Gudrun  (921-940)

Ermengild II  (940-985)

Wulvadane  (985-1016)

After this the Senach branch of the family came to power. They were descended from Sigismundis the daughter of Allamandis and lodged at Branstock.

HOUSE OF SIGMUND

(SIGISMUNDIS)

 

Guðroðr- (1016-1040)- added the Southern Holding to Inglad and then extended a bridge from  Æmburgh across to Boracum the old Royan and Sincerian capital, and after this the capital was called Ambridge.

Ermengild III- (1040-1071) was the daughter of Guðroðr and a Royan princess. She wed the son of the King of Rheged

Sigfroðr the Rejected (1071-1100)- would have been heir to Rheged, but the people would not have him because of his Sendic blood, though his daughter did become Queen of Rheged.

Knútr (1100-1125)

Signy (1125-1170)

Gudrun (1170-1175)

Æthelwold (1175-1191)

Hálfhale and Eowils (1191-1242) the brothers shared a throne. Eowil’s daughter Rhan married her cousin and then reputedly killed him, marrying a Hale prince and ruling alone.

Rhan the Haughty (1242-1269)

Ragnall (1269-1297)

Sigtrygg Longneck (1297-1340)

Gofraid ua Ímair (1340-1370)

Æthelstan of Wessex (1370-1392)

Olaf Guthfrithson (1392-1411)

 

Regency

Cuarán (1411-1423)

 

War breaks out between the supporters of King Olaf’s son Amlaib and the son of Prince Cuaran’s son:

 

Ragnall Guthfrithson (1423-1437)

Eadmund of Westrial (1437-1450)

Eadmund dies of poisoning, his daughter is married to:

Amlaíb (1450-1480)

They died without issue and Eadmund’s granddaughter, Cuara, also a daughter of King Æthelwulf of Westrial arrives with Lorell, her husband and a prince of Elmet, to found House Wess

HOUSE WESS

Queen Cuará (1480-1418)

Ceowulf I (1418-1455)

Eadred (1455-1469)

Ermengild IV (1469-1491)

Clothemar (1491-1510)- his sister, Queen Clode of Hale marries Coenred King of Hale

Ossa (1510-1550)

Ossa Queen of Inglad died without issue after reigning for forty years, thus her cousin Ceowulf became Ceowulf the II of Inglad and from then on the Kings of Hale were also Kings of Inglad.

 

 

 

THE KINGS OF ESSAIL

THE KINGS OF ESSAIL AND SENACH

The East Ayl establish themselves at the same time as the West Ayl and Ing. They do not come under the dominion of Westrial, but retain their own lords. A group of Ess Ayl establish the little kingdom of Senach around the mid 700’s in the environs of Ondres, which is not yet held by the Westrians. When Ondres is taken by Westrial, the then Lords of Ondres travel north, settling the kingdom of Essail under Hildeberct.

HOUSE OF SENACH AND ESSAIL

 (HOUSE SENACH ESSAIL)

Hildeberct (1065-1090) 

Theuderic (1090-1116)

Thedowald (1116-1140)

Theudebert (1140-1165)

Childebert (1165-1191)

Chlodemar (1191-1216)

Clothmar (1216-1232)

Chlodebert (1232-1275) begins the custom of appointing his son King of Senach while he is alive and then transferring his reign to the larger kingdom of Essail at his death whereby the new King must crown his heir as King of Senach)

Guntram (1275-1305)

Wigomart (1305-1317) when Wigobert becomes king he appoints his three year old son as King of Senach. When Wigobert dies with no further male issue civil war ensues. After an interregnum, the Senachs agree to accept women rulers appointing Wigomart’s daughter to their throne while the Essail appoint Wigomart’s  cousin, Sigibert, thus beginning House Essail.

HOUSE ESSAIL MAJOR

Sigibert  (1320-1355)

Childebert II (1355-1379)

Theudebert II (1379-1400)

Theuderic II  (1400-1440)

Sigebert II  (1440-1465)

Chilperic (1465-1490)

Clothar  (1490-1511)

Clothar II (1511-1535)

When Clothar dies without issue, his throne can pass either to the House of Inglad, or to the House of Senach. Judging that Inglad itself is facing the end of its line and absorbtion by the Wulfstans, the Council gives the crown to the youngest son of Queen Clode of Inglad:

HOUSE CLODE

Dagobert (1535-1557)

Clovis the Lazy (1557-1571)

Clothar II  (1571-1590)

Childebert III (1590-1595)

Theuderic III (1595-1603)

Theuderic’s throne passes to Clothar’s granddaughter, a Sussail princess

HOUSE LINDHAVEN

Moirian Lindhaven (1603-1630)

Clovis II (1630-1675)

Childar (1675-1699)

Chenodris  (1699-1715)

Stephen (1715-

HOUSE SENACH MAJOR

Ermentrude  (1320-1368)

Heragardis (1368-1401)

Pepin the Short Lived (1401-1406)

Heragardis II (1406-1439)

Carloman (1439-1462)

Charles (1462-1500)

Louis the Holy (1500-1515)

Charles the Bald (1515-1537)

Louis the Stutter (1537-1545)

Louis III (1545-1571)

Charmaine (1571-1610)

Chaliene (1610-1639)

INTERREGNUM

Louis II’s granddaughter from the Kingdom of Sussail comes to throne after Chaliene dies without issue.

Madeleine   (1641-1675)

Odo       (1675-1710)

Rudolph (1710-1720)

Duncan  (1720-1730)

 

THE KINGS OF SUSSAIL

The Kingdom of Sussail covers the territory that was in pre imperial times Cantia and Belaqua. Later these became provinces, their kings counted as vassals to the imperial governor in Ondres.  During the time when the Sendics first arrived, the governorship of what was then called Cantia Major remained strong, and several Royans came south to settle there while others, in time, departed across the sea to Armor and to Roymark further south.  Cantia Major became the Kingdom of Cantia under the reign of Emrys. These are the Cantish kings.

Martin                (480-500)

Corolanus          (500-525)

Lindir                 (525-537)

Leir                     (537-557)

Branwigan          (557-572)

Otrician              (572-598)

Octavius Amricius   (598-610)

Constantine        (610-626)

During the reigns of Otrician, Octavius and Constantine, all brothers, there is long war between the Cantians, the Wessail and the Essail. At long last, Constantine marries his daughter to Decca, who agrees to always defend Cantia and ally his people to them, He declares Decca High Prince and then five year later, steps down, declaring Decca the first King of Cantia and Suss Aylland.

HOUSE OF DECCA

The House of Decca is noted for its refusal to marry with other Sendics, but always restrict the marrying lines either to Sussails, or to Royans of Armor and Roymark.

Decca     (631-652)

Eoga       (652-683)

Westorlan    (683-702)

Essomarch   (702-721)

March     (721-756) 

Winohecta   (756-783) declares that Sussail and Cantia are one and the same.

Maellin   (783-805)

Ambrosius   (805-810)

Bellamy   (810-823)- Bellamy is the first to call himself King of Sussail and no longer use the term Cantia.

Shaelian  (823-849)

After the death of Shaelian,  the Council of Seven turned to the Houses of Armor and chose Beregond of Kerry, the grandson of Maellin.

HOUSE BEREGOND

Beregond   (849-876

Beregond II (876-899)

Therewald  (899-925)

Inwald       (925-966)

Ermengild I   (966-999)

Herendel  (999-1027)

Celebrand   (1027-1055)

Therewald II (1055-1076)

Ureval   (1076-1110)

Heremond   (1110-1145)

Gerald (1145-1200)

Gefren (1200-1216)

Ordoño I (1216-1240)

Alfonso III the Great (1240-1261)

García I (1261-1287)

Ordoño II (1287-1316)

Fruela II (1316-1335)

Alfonso IV the Monk  (1335-1360)

Ramiro II (1360-1391)

Ordoño III (1391-1400)

Sancho I the Fat (1400-1407)

Ordoño IV the Wicked (1407-1411)

Sancho I the Fat (1411-1439)

Ramiro III (1439-1492)

Bermudo II the Gouty (1492-1530)

Alfonso V (1530-1571)

Bermudo III  (1571-1600)

Ferdinand I the Great (1600-1622)

Alfonso VI (1622-1664)

Sancho II (1664-1686)

Raoul I (1686-1716)

Raoul II (1716-

 

 

THE KINGS OF LOCRYS AND RHEGED

 

The roots of Locrys and her line of rulers is unknown and many rulers are unknown. The first known King of Locrys is Isshaylin of the Golden Key. When Isshaylin was killed in battle, then did the people come to Ondres and make Vahar king, and his name was made Vaharion. From his line come all Royan kings save those of the House of Chyr, whose origins are from of old.

Vaharion

Davyn

After the death of Davyn his son Abirym came to the throne. The people asked if he would be as ruthless as his father, and he replied that he would be more ruthless still. After this, Locrys was split so that what is now Locrys remained to Abirym, but the northern heritage, call Ambria, went through the line of his cousin Joram.

These are the Kings of Locrys (The South)

Abirym 

Asa

Jehohn  

Jehor  

Hazaman    

Athal   (Queen)

Hoash 

Azzamar   

Uzza 

Tham 

Abirym II   

Heze   

Asse   

Amon 

Hur  

Hur Jehan (Queen)

Iakim  

Jecon  

Kedayu (Queen)

After the death of Kedayu, came trouble over the succession which led to civil war and an age known as The Time of the Thousand Kingdoms. The Northern line in Ambria had already fallen.

Kingdom Restored

The Kingdom of Locrys: Encompassing the lands still known as Locrys, the five southern Sendic Kingdoms, was re eastablished by the line of Neral through Jeoshavia, a prince of Chyr descended from Hur Jehan and living in the ancient city of Neral (now Kingsboro). The people of the south and the minor princes called him Penderil, High King.

Jeroshavia

Narily

Vasily

Amarion

Zimrion

Omrionyu: under this monarch, the north which is now modern Hale, gave allegiance to Locrys, but remained independent and a series of small kingdoms and cantrevs

Aharion (Queen)

Ahazarion

Jehoram

Yasily

Jehosamar

Jehozemal

Chyrion

Marramor (Queen)

Shayalind (Queen)

Menahem

Pehal

Pekal

Zahorum

  

Zahorum died without issue causing The Strife of the Succession, but a priestess of the Rootless Isle and her husband came to power, reigning for several years.

Mattharyl and Alexandra

Aristobulus I ( Aristobulus was commanded to step down from the throne unless he married a descendant of the House of Neral. He wed Salome of Renayyad (in modern Elmet) Their son was:

Alexander Jannallyn

Xiilia  Alexandra 

Aristobulus II

Ircanus

Ircanus II

Ircanus was the last independent king. The Sinercian Empire made war with the Locrysians at this time, and his descendents were made client kings.

Ircanus Minor

Ircanus Raymond

Caradoc

Savarion

Savarion was thrown from the Tower of Ondres, and the people rebelled against The House of Mattharyl, finding it tainted. Many gave their allegiances to Chyr, the newly established line of Old Rheged, or one of the northern kings. This began a sixty years war between the Sincercians and the Royan. Soliane of the Rootless Isle, and the Mage Canyadarn appointed a new, rebel king, Vaharys, who reigned at Ondres, only sometimes, but spent much of his reign and the reign of his descendents, in hiding.

Vaharys

Victorion

Ceddlemel

Ceddlemel died at the Battle of Southmagan (Southboro), declared the last King of Locrys. Locrys was then made a archprovince with a governorship. A long war was fought with the Western Royans, though their land was never taken. Magic was outlawed and Locrys and the North separated from the West and the Rootless Isle. After a century, in the first full year of the reign of the Emperor Timon, the Sincercians appointed a Royan King, re establishing, in a way, The Kingdom. Here is the final line of the Kings of Locrys.

Brutus 171- 205

Troy 205-247

Trifinius 247-255

Rufus Clarent 255-278

Taharion 278-311

Ermen 311-326

Sassamel 326

Avandel 326-329

Ahorav 329

Ravanar 329-357

Cletus 357-391

Sylvester 391-412

Indarion 412-414

Ostragant 414-421

Terramar 421-426

Cellidor the Queen 426-430

Embassion 430

430- Chryon House of Locrys, House Amellus established in Armor

470- Amlodian Sendar 470-502- first of House Chryon, declared King of All Locrys and High King of the Royan of the North

   Amellus Caradoc 502-518

   Constantine Oss  518-535 (killed)

   Embry Caddan(535) 551-560

   Avred Yuther  560-571

       

    Interregnum

   Avred Oss 586-620?- last King of all Locrys and the North. Dies at the Battle of Cadarn at the hands of his nephew, Lot. His bastard son, Ardrade, comes to rule in Locrys after him, though what they control is really modern Westrial. Avred Oss’s grandson, counted as the last king of Locrys, is the father-in-law of Eoga first king of Westrial and the father of Princess Syarr its first Queen.

THE KINGS OF RHEGED, ELMET AND OSSARIAND

After much war, Great Cambria is established by the son in law of Avred Oss, Berlan, and the Princess Fayn. They are declared High King and High Queen over the territories of Eboracum, North Cambria, and the Reaches of Elmet and Rheged.

Berlan 620-641

Costanin 641-652

Arthur 652-678

Theral 678-681

Shavayn 681

Elric 681-699

 King Elric, the last of the Royan Kings of Greater Cambria. (d.699)

Because the southerners establish their High Kingdom around the same time the Hale arrive, the exact beginning of Hale and end of Greater Cambria is hard to say. Elric removes his capital to Dynas Madden

Deoric (Elric’s younger brother and heir) – who fought The War of Wall whereby the Kingdom of Elmet was instituted. (711)

Elric II- (730) son of Elric, exiles his uncle and cousins to the north, establishing himself as King of Rheged and Elmet.

Frithwale- the last King of North Cambria. His daughters married into Elmet, Rheged and Westrial and his senior daughter, Syllian,  married  Hussa of Norra Hail, that is the Northern Hales. (740)

750- Truce of Paradane: Elmet and Rheged are considered two distinct nations both with a claim on the new nation of Greater Hale.

THE KINGS OF RHEGED

Elric II (730) 750-771

Elric III 771-812

Avred 812-840

Amr 840-855

Idris I 855-872

Idris II 872-906

Lanallyn 906-935

Vanalyn 935-942

Chrysandos 942-968

Isomer 968-999

Budic 999-1027

Deodoric 1027-1045

Sessta 1045-1066

Nemiane 1066-1081

Viviane 1081-1103

Celeste  1103-1120

Valandos  1120-1150

Dewy 1150-1173

Kelvyn 1173-1187

Lindir 1187-1216

Hall 1216-1237

Victarion 1237-1265

Dyfed 1265-1300

Amnyn 1300-1336

Davyn 1336-1365

Saladic 1365-1398

Math 1398-1350

Math II 1350-1407

Yate 1407-1426

Yateholder 1426-1439

Devin 1439-1456

Cashiyl 1456-1480

Corodugan 1480-1504

Caramae 1504-1522

Coralind 1522-1538

Dessandae 1538-1570

Wenys 1570-1600

Verys 1600-1622

Valery 1622-1647

Valery II 1647-1677

Math III 1677-1704

Amr II 1704-1714

Idris III 1714-

 

 

GLOSS

 

 

The Age of Chaos- not the be confused with The Flood, a time often ill described, when the various peoples of the earth who, up until then, lived close together, split up due to warfare. According to the Book of Nations, many people were destroyed. It was at this time that Osse took his people to Ossar and they became the Royan.

 

Ankar- the western settlement of Royans who left Chyr and spread across Ossar. A millennium before the Imperium, it solidified into a massive high kingdom under the leadership of the Kingdom of Locrys at Ondres. This mighty union last five centuries and then began to devolve into five main kingdoms, but by the time of the Sinercians, had fallen so far, it was known at the Hundred Kingdoms, with Prince of Ondres and King of Locrys remaining only an honorific. In the time of the Sendics, Ankar was divided into the five kingdoms of Inglad, Westrial, Essail, Senach and Sussail.

 

The Ard- the Sinercian teacher regarded as an incarnation of Varayan whose main disciples became the White and the Black Monks. They brought his teachings to Ossar, but later other followers formed an institutional church (The Communion) with a highly hierarchical clergy (The White, Black and Brown Orders of Priests) which eventually came to dominate the south of Ossar as well as Daumany and Armor.

 

Armor- the land across the Solahn Sea, east of Solahn, west of Daumany and north of Ferrar, Eshaan and Marandé, a holdover of the old Sinercian Imperium.

 

The Book of the Blessed– the last of the holy books of the Royan, commited to memory until around seven centuries ago, in some ways associated with the end of this present world and the beginning of another.

The Book of Oloreth- a love poem, and the most ancient of the Royan poems dating, in fact, from the ancient land of Atlé,  from which Osse and the first Royan came.

Creation- it is widely held that the Earth was created several times, and twice before destroyed. Only by divine and magical means did some survive the destruction and was the world remade. The last destruction of the world is said to have been only thirty-five hundred years ago, and this current world is believed by not only Royans, but many peoples, to be the Third Creation, held together by magic. It is said that there will not be another one.

Chyr- the kingdom that shares the Cambrian Peninsula with Armet and Rheged, known for generally having women rulers, who are often schooled on the Rootless Isle. Its current queen is Ermengild IV.

Daumany- the kingdom east of Armor which was taken over by the Dauman, a group of Dayne who intermarried with the native population around four hundred years ago. Their current king is Willem (William) and by an old marriage they are now linked with the House of Armor.

Dayne- the peninsula to the northeast of Ossar, icebound at its northern region from which the Hale, the Ayl, the Daumans and many other groups come. Though it seems at one point in time Dayne was the name of one of the many tribes of the peninsula, in time it came to be known as the entire land. Less than three centuries ago the Ragnarsson family began the union of Dayne and in 1108 most of the peninsula became the Kingdom of Dayne.

The Flood- according to the Song of Oloreth, the mighty flood which destroyed the Old World and brought an end to the Age of Heroes. The whole landmass of Atlé sank beneath the sea in this destruction, but most of their direct descendants settled on Solea and then later the contient of Ossar becoming the Royan.

Hale- the nation north of Inglad that takes up the Trunk of Ossar, also the people for whom the nation is named. At one point in time it included the northernmost country of the Sendics, North Hale.

 

Locrys- the high kingdom roughly approximating modern Westrial which, descended from the House of Chyr and the House of Enro, ruled over the once might kingdom of Ankar. After the fall of Ankar, Locrys maintained its unity and its name conjured respect so that even now, the Kings of Westrial, Rheged and Elmet all count themselves heirs to Locrys. The ruling city of of Locrys, was Ondres, south of Kingsboro on the River Westyl, then called Astyl. 

 

Marnen- along with the Thads of Thadden Ro, are the herding people whose home is in central Chyr. They are known for the great circuit they make through Chyr, the Sendic kingdoms and Solahn which takes around two and a half years. Famously, though they are brown and black and resemble (and have surely intermarried with) Royans, their origin is unknown save that the Thad and Marnen are related to each other. They seem to have appeared shortly after the end of the Second Creation, though there is no agreement as to their prior history.

 

The New Faith- (also called The Communion) the religion born from the teachings of the Ard. It is new in comparison to the religions it replaced or incorporated, but has dominated Westrial for eight hundred years. Also called The Kirk, also called The Assembly and/or The Assemblies.

North Hale– see Hale.

 

The Book of Oloreth- a love poem, and the most ancient of the Royan poems dating, in fact, from the ancient land of Hur from which Osse and the first Royan came.

 

Oloreth- the great Hero of the Song of Oloreth who lived after the age of Heroes on the island of Solea. He was the son (or grandson) of the hero Enkial, and his song records the love for his best friend, Nardil, their adventures, and the history of the Osse, the ancestors of the Royan.

 

Osse- Father of the Royan (the Ossar), who was accompanied by the sorcerer Akkrebeth, then called Tismarion, on his flight from Atlé.

 

 

Ossar- the landmass incorporating the Royan kingdoms, the Sendic kingdoms, and Solahn, named for Osse, the legendary father of the Royans.

Remulans (Sincercians)- are a people combined of two (or three) races, the Remulans of the Isle of Cyra, the Achaens who are identified as Sinercians because they and the Rufanians came together in the Sinercian Peninsula to make the City States from which sprang the empire. The people of Armor and Sussail are in part descended from them as are many old families in Westrial and Rheged. Their first king was the legendary Remus and their capital was Remane. The modern calendar marks itself from the beginning of their empire seventeen centuries ago.  The Imperium began in the Merid Sea, Southeast of Ossar, and incorporated the whole of that sea and its coastlands and extended into modern Ossar, Solahn, Daumany and Armor, holding power for nearly five hundred years. They subsumed the many small kingdoms Locrys had devolved into, but were unable to take Chyr and the more ancient and powerful Royan lands of Cambria, so ended up making a peace with them. The Sinercians and Remulans, before the days of the empire, had already populated the land of Solahn and mixed with the native population founding a royal house, and many people from Solahn and from the chief Remulan isle of Cyra would colonize what would become the Kingdom of Armor after the Devolution of the Imperium around the late 400’s. Other lands born from the the empire lie on the southern mainland and are Borgund, Allataye, Sephara and the Sinercian City States themselves from which the Ard came and where the New Faith was founded.

When the Sinercian Imperium began to fold, though most of Ossar was left to its own devices, the southern part of it was still heavily populated by Armorians and Remulans, thus Sussail, though a Sendic Kingdom, is often thought of as more Armorian in culture, and the people of Southern Westrial are very often of Sinercian, Armorian, or Solahni stock, being olive or copper complexioned, dark or grey eyed and dark of hair. and are related to the Royan who ruled much of the western world including Ossar for millennia before the Empire and continue to do so to this day. Matteo Vallarti and Quinton Allaveros are both Remulan in descent.

Rheged- Kingdom north of Chyr and east of Inglad, Hale and Westrial.  It was, of old, a Royan territory part of the High Land of Locrys but, after the arrival of the Hale, a retreat for many of the Royan who had then lived in Inland Ossar. After the Battle of Colden, the descendants of the Kingdom of Dera reestablished themselves at Rheged and Elmet. The Kings of Rheged consider themselves the heirs of Avred Oss, the legendary last great king of Ossar.

 

The Rootless Isle- the revolving island of enchantresses and enchanters south of Westrial, currently ruled by the Lady Nimerly, birthplace of Ohean Pennanyn.

Royan- the descendants of Osse who lived in Ossar long before the coming of the Sendics at least fifteen centuries before the Imperium. Their oldest lands were in the Western Sea, and the Royan share kinship with the people of the Far South and Chem as well as the Remulans. They now live chiefly in the west, though most people in the Ayl kingdoms and not some few in the Hale lands have Royan blood. Royans are known for being darker than Sendics and gifted with magic but being composed of three main peoples, they differ more from each other than do Sendics.

          

Sendic- the term the Royan use for the Domans, the Daumans, the Hale and the Ayl collectively. As mercenaries and then later raiders they came from the northlands over a thousand years ago and now inhabit the East Country and the North Country. The lands of the Hale and the Ayl are referred to as Sussany or Sussainy.

Westrial- the kingdom founded by Eoga the Sendic when he wed himself to the last Princess of Ankar. It is considered the hub of all the kingdoms of old Locrys, and the Kings of Westrial were, until the time of Edmund the Atheling, considered first among equals of the Ayl in the South.

Zahem- a primarily desert territory southwest of Westrial over the Siral Mountains, north of Solahn. It is primarily dominated by the ethno-religious group who follow the teachings of Joses Zahem.

 

 

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[1] Freawine was Fridgar’s younger brother who took for himself what is now Sussail, contesting and eventually succeeding his brother.

[2] There was a two year interregnum before Duncan solidified his power in the old Remulan city of Ondres

[3] Known as Cerdic the Great, married a princess of the Sanach Sendics, binding himself to those people and solidifying his reign.

[4] Athelstan marries the Royan princess Elhane beginning the policy of mixing his line with the old lines of the Royan instead of fighting or ignoring him. He also creates the double kingship, crowning his heir in his lifetime so that his son, Cealwin, already crowned, simply takes over at his death, throne uncontested. To religious history is also the first king crowned with the traditional rite by the Archbishops.

[5] Anthal marries Princess Ynark of Rheged creating a policy of joining his house not only to the old Royan families of the Midlands, but to the great royal houses of the West Country. Anthal, sometimes called The Great, moves his capital ot Kingsboro, sometimes called Caelboro or Caelbara.

[6] Cynegils is the king who brings the Black Monks into Westrial at the request of his Rheged bride, Taharma.

[7] Cwichelm is the last king of pan Westrial, the lands which include, Senach, Essail and Westrial. Under his son, the northern Sendics secede, wanting less mixing with the Royan and to keep the old religion. They also wish to ally themselves with the newly arrived Hale. They fight for fifteen years, and in the end, at the Compact of Londres agree to be ruled by Cwichelm’s nephew, EOSA, the grandson of  Cynegils, thus the House of Harthesk  (Son of Eoga) is born, ruling Essail and what will be Senach.

[8] Gillem, the last king of House Eoga, dies without issue, but has familiar ties to the House of Senach, and the Dauman royal line, thus initiated the Doman Conquest.

[9] He marries a princess of Essail to strengthen one claim and marries his daughter to the king of the newly formed kingdom of Senach. He reigns fifty-five years.

[10] Sigebercht dies at a very old age leaving the throne to his nine year old grandson Cynewulf. Cynewulf, extremely unable, is deposed by his first cousin, Sion who becomes Beorthic, founding The House of Endic.

[11] Comes to the throne as an infant and is eventually found to bed mad. His cousin rules first as regent, and then kills him, marries his widow and takes the throne. Eventually he attempts to kill her children by him to see his heirs inherit.

[12] Harold’s nephew murders him and marries Egbert’s daughter, Ethane, continuing a civil war which. Edward is killed at the Battle of Cosro while fighting against his brother Tosta and the Essail allies.  There is a time when there is no king in Westrial until the widowed Prince Ethane, daughter of Queen Ethane and King Edward agrees to marry the war leader Aethelwulf, a member of House Hale and a descendant of

[13] Aethelyn means The Pure and Royal House. Aethelwulf marries Princess Ethane the Second and as the daughter of a king she and her heirs have a right to the throne of Kingsboro, but that king was a traitor. It is the lines of Aethewulf’s father, Aethelgetta, who is descended from the Kings of Westrial through the House of Hale and the House of Essail that are Aethelwulf’s one claim. His other claim is through his mother, Vetetegia, who is a princess of Elmet on one side and descended from the princes of the Old Westlands on the other.

[14]

Oswulf weds Princess Morwenna daughter of Aldfrid the Confessor and is acknowledged by the seven kingdoms as the first King of North Hale until his death 1382

Story Themes: Best friends, manipulation, domination, straight to gay

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Part 16

When Matt walked into the bathroom the water temperature was just warming up to the right level.  I was standing under one of the shower heads, letting the water take a first pass at rinsing my body before I even picked up a bar of soap.  He opened the shower door and stepped in, positioning himself under the other shower head.  

“Thanks for gettin’ the shower goin’, Danny.  I swear, if it wasn’t for food, workouts, and pussy, I’d live in this glass box.”

I thought about saying something to Matt about letting his Dad in the room when we’d just finished… well when I’d just finished sucking him off.  I was still naked and on my knees when he’d started towards the door and had no time to throw anything on.  But I kept my mouth shut.  The reality is everything was ok.  His father didn’t freak out.  His father had no clue what we were really doing.  And Matt, well, he kind of told me this is how it would be.  He wouldn’t tell anyone anything, but that didn’t mean we’d play it 100% safe.  It really wasn’t any worse than what we were doing in the locker room or the pool, to be honest.  So, I didn’t complain about how things played out.  I picked up the soap and started cleaning off.

“I gotta be honest with you, D.  That blowjob was pretty fuckin’ sweet.”

Matt had picked up his own bar of soap and started washing up as he spoke to me.

“I mean, for it bein’ so early in your cocksuckin’ days, your skills are pretty solid.  How long have you been thinkin’ about suckin’ dick?”

“Come on, Matt.  I’ve never thought about it.  Not until you brought it up.  For real.  Even since I started jackin’ you off to help you control your bone in swim class, I never thought about giving you a blowjob.”

“Huh.  Ok.  But, now that you’ve done it, and more than once, you seem to be gettin’ into it.  You didn’t complain at all when you got on your knees out there, and you admitted you even liked it.  I mean, it’s like a given that your micro-dick stiffened up right away, but you got so horny you fingerbanged your own asshole until you sprayed your boy-jizz in sync with my heavy load slidin’ down your throat.”

My arm slowed to a stop, pausing with the bar of soap on my chest as Matt spoke about our recent ejaculations.  

“Yeah… I don’t really get it myself, Matt.”

“Yes, you do, D.  It’s just new.  But you’re gettin’ there.  I got an idea, D.  Since there really isn’t any pretense between us anymore, I’m gonna let you soap me up proper.  Here.”

Matt handed me his bar of soap and moved a little closer.  His back was still being sprayed under the shower head, but his wet torso was facing my direction, along with the rest of his muscled front half.  I started soaping up his chest and abs.  Somehow my connection to him felt much more intense now.  This act of washing Matt’s body was very personal, almost intimate.  And… while I still felt like me, I knew I wasn’t quite the same guy I was a few weeks ago.  I got lost in my thoughts while Matt relaxed, occasionally moving about to give me full access to his tight bod.  I was cleaning his back and moving further down his body when he stopped me.

“Easy there, D.  I’ll handle my ass.  No man gets near my asshole, bro.  That’s off limits even to you, faggot.”

“But I was just…”

“Nah, no worries.  Just don’t go thinkin’ I like the same shit you do.  I’m a real man.  Better kiss on these guns so I know you remember who’s in charge.”

Matt flexed his biceps while I hesitantly moved closer and pressed my lips against his left, then his right for good measure.  He really did have great arms, and his biceps seemed to be getting even bigger.  I loved the way they looked when he flexed up.

“Good.  Now let me return the favor.  Assume the position.”

Matt took the soap from my hand and turned me around, pushing me lightly towards the glass wall.  I put my arms out and leaned forward, knowing this is the position my best friend meant.  My ass facing him, back slightly bent forward.  I felt him start to work the soap on my back, moving the bar across the back of my neck and shoulders.  The suds cascaded down my back and slid over my cheeks and down my crack.  Matt’s hands soon followed and he guided the bar of soap over my butt.  I don’t know how to explain it, but it just felt right to have his firm hands on my ass.

I felt Matt move closer, wrapping his arms around to soap up my chest.  He was pressed against me from behind now.  All of him. Chest to back, cock to ass.  His head was on my shoulder as he spoke into my ear.

“That’s it, buddy.  You’re feelin’ the same way I am.  This is just the way it’s meant to be, right?  You bent forward letting me run my hands all over your tight little body while my thick dick snakes its way between those fat ass cheeks, huh bro.  Yeah.  I love wrapping my muscles around you. Owning you.  Turning you out.  Bringing out that inner faggot you’ve kept hidden all these years.  Hidden from everyone but me, Danny.  I’ve known exactly who you are.  I know you love this.  I know your asshole is just burning for it at this point.  Yeah, that little hole is on fire, isn’t it?  It’s aching… waiting… It wants to come out, too, buddy.  Just like you.  That little hole wants to show what a real pussy it can be.”

I felt his thickening cock sliding between my cheeks, rubbing against my asshole as he spoke to me.  His breath hot on the side of my face.  I felt myself tensing up and relaxing, trying to cope with what he was doing to my body and mind.  And he was right, too.  Everything he said was right, and whatever he was doing to me was making my asshole twitch nonstop.  Making it want to show his fuckin’ meat what good a good pussy it could be.

“I know you’re ready for what’s next, little D.  I know it.  I know your pussy is ready for it, too.  But we gotta do things right.  We gotta focus on other things for now.”

Slap!  Slap!  Matt pulled away and slapped my ass twice, and it felt like somehow he just gave me the worst case of blue balls.  He put the soap away and stepped back behind me.  He grabbed me with both hands and flipped me around, and pushed by back against the wall.  He pressed up against me and again spoke softly into my ear as I felt his chubby meat grind against my fully hard prick.

“We gotta focus on your cocksucking skills, Danny.  That’s what we’re supposed to be doin’ this weekend, right?  It’s gonna be great.  You know how we’ve always said how great it would be to watch a game while we’re gettin’ our cocks sucked?  Well, today’s the day, bro.  The game starts in 10 minutes and we’re gonna spend the next 3 hours on football and blowjobs.  I’ll handle the football, and you’ll handle the blowjob.  Not exactly the way we pictured it all these years, I know, but we’re both gonna love it, I’m sure.  Your microdick is doin’ the talking for you, bud.  Fuuuuuck… it’s gonna be god damn-great!”

He thrust his hips into me when he said that and then turned around and walked out of the shower.  He grabbed a couple of towels and threw one back at me, shaking me out of my stupor.  As we dried off and headed back into the room, Matt turned on the TV to the end of the pre-game show and pulled a couple of sports drinks out of the micro fridge.  He set one down on the table next to the chair, and put the other one on the floor near his feet.  As he sat down, he spread his legs wide and let out a satisfied sigh.

“Ok, dude.  Let’s get this suck-a-thon started, D.  If you wanna grab a pillow from the bed that’s cool with me, bro.  You’re gonna be on your knees between these thick jock thighs for at least the first half of the game, bro.”

I picked up one of the pillows and tossed it down on the floor before I knelt once again in front of Matt.  He was in full man-spread mode as I settled in between his muscular legs.  After the shower I could barely smell his musk, but it still filled my nose with his sweet masculine scent.  I think I’ve come to appreciate the smell of my best bud.  The smell of his stacked body and what he carries between his legs, in particular.  It drew me in.  The smell of his manhood drew me in closer to his heavy, flaccid cock and his endlessly cum-churning balls.  

I could hear the game kick off behind me and it reminded me that Matt and I did joke around before about how hot it would be to get a girl to suck us off while we watched a game.  The idea that a girl would blow us while we weren’t really paying attention to her was a real fantasy.  Just chillin’ and takin’ in the game with a bud while feeling a mouth on your dick… yeah.  Just the best.  While I reached my tongue out and licked the tip of Matt’s heavy hangin’ dick, it really sank in that I was becoming the girl in our fantasy.  Matt would enjoy watchin’ the game while feeling a wet mouth on his grade-A, all-American teen jock meat.

“Mmmm… that’s it buddy.  There’s no need to rush here.  We got all the time in the world for you to slow-suck my fat cock, dude.  We’re gonna train you up good while I relax.  Play with the head while I stiffen up.  Watch how my foreskin slowly rolls itself back as my massive bone fills out.  Lick the tip, D.  Lick the tip of my dick nice and easy.  Just lick the head until I’m all the way boned, bro.”

I did take my time.  I was mesmerized just watching Matt’s man-sized cock expand in front of my eyes.  He told me to lick the mushroom head of his bone as the foreskin peeled back, and I did just that.  I flicked the head, gradually taking longer, slower licks from the underside of his head over the piss slit.  I placed my hands on his thick thighs and just lapped away at the juicy tip of his bone.  It amazed me how quickly he started to leak that sweet fuckin’ pre-cum, which I eagerly licked up with each swipe of my tongue.  

“Good boy, Danny.  Nice and slow.  Now let me feel your cocksucking lips – just on the head.  Just make out with the head of my hard cock.  I wanna feel your juicy lips on just the puffy head of my man-meat.  Lips and tongue kissin’ all over my head.”

I did what Matt asked.  I was getting to know what he really liked when it came to having his cock worked over.  I got closer to his nine-inch beast and placed my lips around the slick head, truly kissing his cock like he suggested.  I felt my lips gliding over his tasty dome, enveloping it while my tongue continued to stroke the underside and catch the pre-nut flowing out of his piss slit.  Something good must have happened on the screen behind me, because I heard the crowd cheer.

“FUCK YEAH!  That was such an awesome fuckin’ play, man!”

As Matt yelled out above me, his legs tensed up and I felt them sort of close around the sides of my face, squeezing my head a bit.  He quickly released as he calmed down a bit following the play. I did everything I could to avoid my teeth scraping against the warhead lodged between my lips, and thankfully didn’t have an issue.  I resumed my make out session with my buddy’s knob and got back into rhythm.  

It was hard to tell how much time passed.  Matt was doing exactly what we’d always planned: watching the game and paying very little attention to me.  Eventually I felt his hand on the back of my head, applying some pressure and pushing me down onto his shaft.  I spread my mouth wide to accommodate his cock as I was guided about half way down Matt’s long pole.  Since I felt him pull his hand back off of my head, I stopped there and started bobbing up and down.

“Woah, buddy.  I know you’re an eager faggot who wants to taste my sweet fuckin’ jock nut, but what’d I say?  We got plenty of time and I want you to keep up the slow pace.  Trust me, when I finally bust after having you edge my cock for so long, your mouth is gonna be flooded with jizz, Danny.  So just go nice and slow on the top half of my cock.  And it’s about time we add your jack off hand to the mix.  Wrap your hand around the base of my cock and start strokin’ your bro’s thick dick while you suck it.  Make me happy, Danny.  Good faggots make their men happy.  You’ve been doin’ such an awesome job lettin’ me relax and watch this game while you suck me off.  Keep it up, faggot.  Keep learnin’ what I like.”

I immediately slowed down my cock-sucking speed.  I took hold of Matt’s manhood with my right hand while I slowly sucked on the top half of his steeled-up rod.  It didn’t take me too long to notice that the stream of Matt’s pre-cum seemed to be pumping out a bit faster, generating more of his clear fluid for me to hastily swallow.  

God, I felt like such a slut in this moment.  I was really loving this extended suck-scene Matt setup for us.  I was absolutely an eager faggot like he described.  And even while I still felt some bit of superficial male instinct telling me I shouldn’t let my best friend call me a faggot, that I shouldn’t let him fill my mouth with his throbbing manhood, that I shouldn’t nurse the juicy pre- that is flowing into my willing mouth… It didn’t bother me like it would have just a short time ago.  I didn’t really care that much about any of it, because ultimately, my little boy-prick was stiff as a board.  My nose was filled with the scent of Matt’s sweaty teen dick.  My hand was enjoying the sensation of being wrapped around a real man’s cock, way bigger than my own tiny pecker.  My eyes were soaking in the view of Matt’s trimmed pubes leading to his washboard abs and muscled chest.  My mind overtaken with envy, admiration, and satisfaction as I heard my best friend moan above me.

“Mmmm… yeah Danny.  Oh yeah, slut.  Suck that dick.  Keep goin’.  Start twistin’ your hand and mouth around that big bat you’re swingin’ on right now.”

I knew just what he wanted.  I’ve seen that technique in plenty of pornos and did my best to replicate it.  

“Yeah, bitch.  Fuckin’ perfect technique.  Remember this right here.  This is how I want you to suck this cock.  Keep at it, little D.  Keep goin’.  Make sure you get that my thick shaft nice ‘n sloppy, bro.  Keep that spit comin’ outta your mouth so it’s good ‘n sloppy, faggot.”

I did my best to coat his member with more fluid from my full mouth.  It was definitely easier to keep up the stroke with my hand when his cock was wet, anyway.  I kept sucking on Matt’s incredible cock like this for a while.  My mouth was definitely getting tired, but his moans and the taste of cock kept me motivated.  I noticed at one point that he was on his phone.  It looked like he was scrolling IG or something.  He really was just ignoring me while he enjoyed the game, his phone, whatever. 

At one point I watched him throw his head back and groan while I felt him use his free hand to push me further down on his cock and keep me in place for a bit.

“Fuuuuuck, faggot.  That’s the god-damn spot, slut!  You really are chasin’ that nut, huh?”

He let go of my head and I eased back on his cock, resuming my rhythm. I got lost in his dick, and eventually the game broke for half-time.

“Ok, Danny.  Time for a break.  You’ve done a great job, buddy.  Why don’t you hydrate while I go take a piss.”

I slowly let go of my buddy’s massive meat and eased back on my legs to stand up.  I picked up the bottle he set out and started to sip while Matt lifted himself up from the chair he’d been glued to for the last 90 minutes.  I watched him walk towards the bathroom with his cock still hard as hell, and his ass flexing with each step.  I was kinda curious how he was gonna piss with his cock as hard as it was and I moved closer to the bathroom door to take a peek.  

Turns out Matt just walked into the shower and let his piss fly free straight out of the top of his boner, spraying the shower floor tile and a bit of the glass wall.  I stepped back into the bedroom and heard him quickly turn the shower on and off for cleanup.  

My studly best friend sauntered back into the bedroom buck naked with his still-stiff cock leading the way.  Damn, I really was getting hooked on his dick.  I didn’t even try to look anywhere else.

“Ok, D.  For the second half we’re gonna move up to the bed.  It’s about time we got into some real face-fucking.  Get your faggot ass over here on your back, and lay your head back over the edge.”

It was the first time since our suckfest started that I felt a pang of fear and nervousness.  Matt fucking my face meant that he would be in complete control.  He would determine how deep his cock would go, when I could breathe, how fast he’d pump away at my mouth. 

“Um, Matt?  Do you think we could just keep doin’ what we were doin’?  I gotta say, I’m a little nervous about you… fucking my face, man.  I know how worked up you get and I just… I just don’t know.”

“Dude.  Don’t worry about it.  You’ll be fine.  And every faggot needs to get his face fucked at some point.  It comes with the territory. Just get on the bed.”

“But, like what if I choke on your big dick, bro?  You could literally suffocate me with that man meat if you aren’t careful.  I just don’t know if it’s like, the best decision or whatever.”

“You don’t know if it’s the best decision, Danny?  Well, that’s why you have me, right?  Who do you always ask for advice about girls?”

“…you…”

“Right.  Who decides what we’re gonna do when we hang out?”

“… You do…”

“Who plans our workouts to build up these ripped teen bods?”

“You, Matt.”

“That’s right.  So, no matter what we’re doin’, I seem to make the decisions in this friendship.  So if I tell you I want you to suck me off on your knees, or suck me off in the shower, or fuckin’ suck my dick with your head hangin’ off my bed, you’re gonna do it just like anything else I decide for us.  Right?”

Fuck, why did Matt have to just put it out there like that?  And why was he right all the goddamn time.  And why did I feel myself starting to comply with his demand?  I did as he said and got on my back on the bed, head hanging slightly off the edge.  We were positioned sideways on the bed so that Matt could keep watching the game while he plugged my mouth with his huge fuckpole.

“Thaaaat’s it, buddy.  Slide closer to me a bit.  There you go.  We need to get the right angle, little bro.  Perfect.  Now open up.  Just like that, yeah.  Niiice… slidin’ this dick right into your throat, Danny.  Nice ‘n slow.  Let me in.  Nice ‘n deep in that cocksucker throat.  In and out.  Niiiice…  I love seeing my massive wang making that bulge in your neck.”

I felt my best friend pump his throbbing manhood into my mouth, over my tongue, and into my throat… then pull out and push all 9 inches back in.  Over and over I felt my throat expand to accommodate his thick dick while his balls slapped against my nose and eyes.  I struggled to hold my mouth open wide enough while my senses were overwhelmed by the smell of his cum-churning balls, the thrust of his inflated cock, the feel of his masculine hand on my neck as he got off on feeling his own cock through my skin. 

I began to zone out a bit as I began to relax on the bed while Matt used my mouth and throat like a fucking fleshlight.  I inhaled his scent and somehow felt a warm rush of satisfaction as he fucked my mouth.  I was enjoying this.  I liked how good he was feeling and that it was because of me.  I mean, he was calling the shots and he was the one actually doing the work at the moment, but I was the one that was actually getting him off.  I could feel my own hard prick waving in the air, stiff as hell, while Matt plugged my mouth full of his hooded cock.

Matt got into a groove and fucked my throat like this for a while, having turned his attention back to the game while his hips moved on autopilot.  When the action on the screen was good, he’d thrust faster or harder, sometimes plunging all the way in and burying his dong down my gullet for 5 or 10 seconds.  A few times he slapped the side of my face and laughed about a big play.  Eventually it was time to try another position.  I felt Matt pull out and I felt my face get wet with the drool that he pulled out of my mouth along with his dick.

“That was some good fuckin’ throat, man. Shit.  Ok, I need to sit for a while.  I gave myself a workout pumpin’ this cock so hard in your mouth, D.”

As I took some long overdue deep breaths, I felt Matt get on the bed with me.  I pulled my head up and saw he had his back against his headboard, with his muscled legs spread in front of him.  His towering cock was shiny and wet, covered in my saliva.  

“Ok, Danny.  Come over here and plant your pretty-boy faggot face on my dripping wet dick.  I’m gonna pull your head down on it while I pump my joystick right up into your mouth.”

I maneuvered myself between Matt’s legs and felt him grip my hair as he pulled my head down over his shiny dome.   

“I want you to focus on your lips, dude.  Kinda tighten them up as I pull my rod outta your mouth.  Let me feel those lips holdin’ on to my fat fucker as I slip out.  Now, when I push back in, puff up those homo lips.  Push them out and make them puffy like the lips on a real pussy… let me circle the head of my cock around your lips just like a real pussy and then… fuck… yeah… right into your eager mouth, faggot.”

I did my best to do what he asked.  I was learning there were a lot of ways to use my mouth to get my buddy off.  We kind of slow played it for a while, with him pulling out fully so he could feel my puffed-up lips each time.  When he wanted to, he’d grab onto my head and fuck his wet cock up into my mouth for a while, before letting out a sigh or grown and releasing me to handle my own face-fucking without his help.  He’d tell me what was happening on the screen from time to time, almost making it feel like we were just two buds enjoying the game… but not quite.

He’d been letting me set the pace on his cock for a bit when I heard his phone vibrating.  He grabbed the back of my head with one hand and pulled my face down on his cock, burying me in his trimmed pubes.  That’s when I heard it.

“Hey, baby.”

He fuckin’ answered the phone while I had a face full of his dick.  And while I didn’t think it was possible, I felt his cock stiffen up even more while he was balls deep in my mouth.  I tried to back off, but my bud kept my head held firmly in place while he chatted on the phone.

“Nah, I’m just chillin’ here with Danny.  We’re watchin’ the game, babe.  What are you up to?”

I continued to try and pull back, but Matt set the phone on his shoulder and kept it in place against his ear while he moved his other hand to the back of my head.  He started pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, hard.  And fast.

“Yeah, babe.  I’d love that, too.  Mmm… yeah… you know I’d rather have you here swingin’ on my cock than just messin’ around with Danny.”

I can’t believe this was happening.  He was face-fucking me while he was on the phone with his girl.  What was he thinking?

“Aww, baby… uh… don’t worry about it.  Me and Danny talk shit in front of each other… all the time.  He’s used to hearin’ this shit.  It ain’t the first… time he’s heard me talkin’ about gettin’ my cock sucked ‘n fucked.”

I could hear Matt struggling to keep himself calm on the phone while he was rapidly pounding his boned-up dick in and out of my mouth.  He was having a hard time getting the words out.  I can’t even imagine trying to do that.  He really was a fucking stud.

“Hold on, baby.  Danny needs me for a sec.”

Matt set the phone down, yanked my face away from his cock and manhandled me until I was on my back.  He leaned down close to my face before he picked the phone back up.

“I am so fuckin’ hot right now, Danny.  You’ve been a good faggot for me all afternoon and now I’m gonna reward you.  I’m gonna fuck my cock into your pussy mouth until I bust my nut, and you’re gonna get to swallow all my delicious ball cream, buddy.  And it’s gonna happen while I talk with my girl, right now.”

Before I could react, Matt had positioned himself right over my face while I laid there on my back.  He pointed his cock down at my mouth and thrust his hips forward.  He leaned down on one arm and grabbed his phone with the other.  He was literally fucking himself down into my mouth while picking up the conversation with Jenny.

“Ok, babe… I’m back.  Yeah so like I was sayin’… I wish you were here right now.  You know how bad I want to make love to you, baby.  You’re so sexy, baby.  Fuck…”

I couldn’t believe this was happening.  Matt was fucking my face and having phone sex with Jenny, and I’m just here, chokin’ down his meat.  Taking it.

“Come on, baby.  Tell me… is your pussy wet for me, babe?  Tell me… how wet you are for me… Play with your pussy… I don’t … I don’t care what else you’re doing.”

Matt continued to pound his cock into my open mouth.  How was he doing this?  I feel like I’d be out of my mind if I was fucking into a mouth and trying to carry on a conversation with someone else on the phone.  I couldn’t really make sense of everything as I had to focus on keeping my teeth off his wide dick, his pace making it really hard to think about much else.

“Are you doin’ it, babe?  Are you fingering yourself while we talk?  Yeah… I am so hot for you, babe.  Finger your pussy… pretend I’m pounding… long-dicking your pretty pink pussy.”

I could feel his balls were starting to tighten up as they smacked my face over and over.  His cock was filling out, expanding to its limit as it prepared to blast Matt’s hot seed from its tip. He said how hot he was and after a couple hours of edging himself with my mouth, and now having phone sex while fucking my face… Matt was going to feed me a massive load really soon.  And I was ready for it.

“Mmm… baby.  Yeah, suck my dick now, baby.  Yeah, you know how much… I love it… fuck, Jenny… what?  What do you mean?”

Matt stopped thrusting.  His hips steadied and I took the opportunity to gulp down all of the pre-fuck he’d been pumping into my mouth.

“No baby… you can’t leave me like this, so you’ll be late. Come on… Jenn-“

What a fuckin’ cocktease.  She hung up on him, apparently having to go somewhere and she must not have been nearly as worked up as my best bud, or she’d never have stopped in the middle of their… conversation.  Matt dropped the phone and pulled out of my hungry mouth.

“FUCK!  What a fuckin’ slut!  I was two minutes away from the best fuckin’ nut of my life and she hangs up on me.  You know how fuckin’ incredible it was to talk with her while I fucked your warm fuckin’ faggot mouth?  Well, fuck it.  It’s time I got my nut regardless.  Let’s go, bud.  Over there.”

Matt gestured to where his floor length mirror stood, and he practically pushed me off the bed to send me in that direction.  I made my way and turned around to see my stacked buddy, glistening with sweat from using my mouth like a fucktoy, with his fat bone pointing straight at me, wet with my spit.  Matt pressed on my shoulders and as I knelt down he gazed into the mirror, standing tall.  He eyed up his own ripped body as he began fucking my face once again.  His boner penetrated my lips and he began grinding his massive cock into my open mouth while he pulled my head into his crotch with each thrust.  Matt’s eyes continued down the length of the mirror as he made me savor every inch of his jock dick until he got to the reflection of my ass.

I felt Matt slow for only a second before I realized he was lowering himself to the ground, one knee at a time, pulling my head along with him and keeping my mouth full of bro dick.  Matt was now on his knees feeding me the length of his cock while I was forced to balance myself on all fours.  This gave him a better view of my fat ass.  Keeping one hand on my head, the other reached back to my big butt and slapped it.

Smack!  Smack!

I felt him pull my head tight against his lower abs, deep-dicking my throat again as he slapped my but.

“That’s fuckin’ it, boy.  Deep throat my cock while I slap that fat fuckin’ butt.  You’re the best fuckin’ friend, man.  That slut Jenny doesn’t understand how a teen jock like me needs to get off.  Fuckin’ NEEDS to, every god-damn day.  But you do.  You get it, D.  You understand how bad my balls ache when they’re too full of cum, bro.  You understand how a horny man’s cock gets so hard it hurts.  You don’t fuckin’ disappoint, do you faggot?  You get what I’m sayin’.  You get what I need.”

Smack!  Smack!

Matt slapped my ass again while he continued the fuck into my wet mouth.

“That’s right.  See when I slap your ass I can see that little boy pussy of yours tighten up in the mirror.. and then relax again.  That makes it a little easier for a man to slip his fingers in…”

FUCK!  I felt Matt slide his middle finger into my asshole… my pussy… and got it felt good.  I felt myself choke down all 9 inches of Matt’s monster again, filling up my own throat with cock while he pressed into my pussy with a second finger.  

“Uhhhh….mmmmmmgh….”

I could hear myself moaning all over my buddy’s cock.  

“Oh, FUCK yeah, FAGGOT! You do your best fuckin’ work on my hard fuckin’ bone when you have somethin’ inside that little pussy, don’t you!  Fuckin’ SLUT for your best friend’s cock.  A REAL MAN’s cock.  And you’ve been suckin’ on it for hours like a pro, D.  Fuckin’ little bitch for my COCK, huh?  Yeah… fuckin’ A!  Suck that FUCKIN’ cock, Danny.  Suck… Suck… Suck… SUCK… SUCK THAT DICK!  SUCK THAT FUCKIN’ DICK while I finger fuck you.  Right here in my room.  Our sleep overs sure as shit look different now, don’t they.  Bet you’re glad my ‘rents are out for the night or they’d hear me turnin’ you out, boy.  They’d walk right in here and see you gettin’ fucked like a faggot slut.  But it’s all good, little buddy.  SUCK THAT DICK hard.  Get your fuckin’ prize.”

My god I couldn’t even stop myself if I tried.  If his parents had walked in, I’d have kept sucking Matt’s fuckin’ dick right in front of them.  It wasn’t even an option for me to stop until I tasted his fuckin’ creamy cum.  

“I’m almost ready, D.  I’m so close now… on edge like I was before with Jenny. What a slut.  Look how fuckin’ hot I am in that mirror.  I’m a fuckin’ alpha and she doesn’t know what the hell to do with me.  But you do, little D.  You know.  You know how to worship me like I deserve.  You know how to SUCK my fuckin’ COCK like it’s your job.  You’ll never leave me with blue balls, will you buddy?  FUCK no you won’t.  You’ll suck my cock all night if I want.  You’ll let me empty these nuts on your faggot face, or in your faggot mouth, or across your FAT ASS, faggot!  FUCK!  SUCK THAT COCK AND EAT ALL THIS FUCKIN’ CUM, FAGGOT!”

Danny was so loud I could only pray his parents really were out of the house.  As he told me what to do with his cum and reiterated what a faggot I really was, he thrust his bone hard into my throat, pulled my head hard into his crotch, and pulled the rest of my body towards him with the two fingers he had buried deep in my pussy.  I nearly blacked out.  I could barely taste the half gallon of cum that Matt pumped directly into my throat while I fuckin’ came hands free all over the floor beneath me.  Pump… pump… pump… the creamy proof of his manhood was being blasted into my throat.  My body shook in euphoria as this teen god emptied his unending load of hot jizz into my belly while I sprayed my salty juice from my untouched prick.  My pussy gripped his fingers so tight it was a struggle for him to pull them out as he simultaneously pulled a few inches of cock from my throat so I could taste the last several pumps of his cock snot on my tongue.  

As Matt finished emptying the last of his jock juice on my tongue, I sucked every drop I could get from the tip of his man-sized dick.  

“Oh my god, man.  Holy shit, that was good!  Danny… I swear to god you know how to take a dick, bro.  You really fuckin’ listened today.  If I didn’t know better I’d swear you took notes or had a fuckin’ cheat sheet or somethin’.  Fuck.  You sucked my cock for hours, bud.  Fuckin’ faggots, man.  You sure can suck dick.”

Matt pulled his cock from my mouth and slapped it across my flushed face several times while he spoke.  I know he meant his words as a twisted compliment… at least, I think so… and that’s how I took them.   At this point, there’s no denying my thirst for his dick, or for his cum. I’ll suck him anytime… anywhere.  Well… I mean maybe not anywhere, but you know, I like suckin’ his dick.  That’s all I’m sayin’. 

“What the fuck, Danny?  Did you really shoot on my carpet, man?”

I had rolled on my back and Matt saw the rug was wet.

“I… yeah… I couldn’t help it.  I… came… when you did.”

“HA!  Of course you did, homo.  I told you that pussy of yours is somethin’ else.  One touch and you cream your little panties, faggot.  You better clean that up before it stains.  You can shower after, but you need to clean that shit up now.”

Matt headed into the bathroom to hop in the shower while he left me to clean my own cum off the floor.  I followed him into the bathroom to get the carpet spray and a rag, and wiped up my own mess easily.  It’s not like I ever sprayed as much or as thick as Matt, right?

We chilled the rest of the night.  We both stayed naked after the shower, as it seemed easier when Matt felt the need to continue my education in sucking cock.  I swear his balls are like Mary Pop’s fuckin’ magic carpet bag.  There’s a never-ending supply of his sticky seed available whenever he’s ready to shoot it.  And that night he shot another load in my mouth, one on my face, and one across my fat ass for good measure.  And just like he said, I let him.  

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