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“Hey, did you forget something?” Seamus asks after tossing the trash in the bin behind the bar.

“Maybe~” coos the last patron as she opens the buttons on her top to reveal a thick and braless chest. She quickly drops to her knees pulls down his trousers.

Seamus looks up and down the dark alley. “Hey, not right here— oh! Oh fuck… unnnhh…” he leans back against the brick wall under the halogen light. His semi-hard-on is encased in thick tits, the head expertly slurped through the top of the cleavage. “Hey… uhh… hell…. That’s, that’s really — FUCK…!” He pants, feeling her tongue go exactly how he likes, kissing and slurping the head and underside. He knows he needs to hurry to meet Eddie for a drink, but his balls are working overtime to fill this late night order. 

Someone passes by along the alley, slows down for a double-take, but keeps watching as he slowly goes by. He shoots Seamus an approving OK sign and a grin. Seamus signs back and looks back down at the sloppy titjob ravaging his pole. The cleavage is flooded with a mix of precum and drool.

“Hey, lady… lady, I haven’t busted in a couple days… hey, slow downnn—ahhhh!! Shit!!” Seamus roars, tilting his head back against the side of the pub. He feels his hyperspermic load drench that rack and get whipped into cream by the undulating tits. “Whoa whoa, sensitive, slow down!” he laughed.

The customer smiled, rubbing his Irish milk over her fat stack of boobage. She pulls on her top. “See you soon, cowboy.” And walked off.

“Hell…” he muttered, catching his breath. Then seeing his watch: “Christ, Eddie!” He hurried to lock up the bar, realizing he’d just lost thirty-five minutes in a creamy time slip.

This story is a flashback to when I had just turned 18 and took a decision about pursuing a life changing “project”. This decision and the subsequent events formed my future path and helped me realize that I was an individual amongst millions who had the strength, intelligence and mindset to dominate others and become one of the top alpha men in this world. 

Don’t get me wrong: I had already learnt that I was smart, handsome and persuasive during puberty. Good grades, heading the wrestling team, being the leader in my peer group were some proof of my superiority. Also standing 1,90m tall with short hazelnut hair and eyes of brown and olive like leaves in autumn paired with muscles which you would rather expect on marble statues in the museum, I certainly stood out among teens my age. Yeah, you could say I got lucky in the genetic lottery. But it was also hard work: Studying, wrestling practice and regular gym training session built my schedule. Filled with testosterone and being a young man, I was beating my 8-inch meat whenever I had a minute to spare. Often, I just imagined how I’d pin an enemy down in a wrestling match. How he would have to endure the two pillars of power I’d bring crushing down on him: 1st the mental realization that he’d lose and have to submit to me in front of the entire audience and 2nd the physical restraint of my body holding his in place with no escape and my alpha rod either in his back, on his ass or in his face depending on the move I would take to pin him to the mat. The loser would be at my mercy and I’d decide how humiliating his loss would become.

However, I was somewhat lacking a true vision for my future self. I knew I was intimidating to people my age; they’d easily agree to my opinion and treat me with the kind of respect employees show for their CEO. And I could dominate others physically. But these relationships were platonic or part of sportive competition. What I was truly craving for was this pure and unquestioned dominance all these alpha masters had over their subs, faggots and slaves as you could find it on the web, be it Grindr, Insta or Onlyfans. I had to find out whether I carried the mindset to break a person entirely and make it obey my every order. Never had I thought that destiny would open up a door for me as quickly as it did.

On my 18th birthday, my parents informed me that they had to leave (yet again) for an oversea project. This was rather “typical” for them as they were independent senior attorneys for contract law with international customers, tight schedules and, yea, massive incomes (a little compensation to me for them not being in Frankfurt very often). Usually, they would find some ward to look after me and the house here in Frankfurt, and a maid to run the errands and look after my requests. But this time was different to my surprise: They equipped me with a titanium grey Mercedes EQE, so that I could get to school, handed me a personalized black American Express and informed me about my monthly allowance of incredible 10.000 €. I was flabbergasted. I was thankful. And I was horny as fuck.

After my father had handed me over the keys and cards, my mother just added: “Aleks, we trust and respect you and your decisions. You have developed into a grown-up man who can look after himself, even others if the situation requires as we learnt from your teachers. Both your marks and manners are exceeding what we ever would have expected. Therefore, we assume that you can take up your last year of A-levels yourself. Your father and I will try to stay in contact as much as possible, we love you and hope you get through on your own. However, whenever you ever feel alone, do not forget that the van Tesarians are just a 5 min walk away. I had a conversation with Jennifer yesterday and she is happy to have you in for dinner anytime.”

She was talking about a family we became friends with early in my childhood consisting of Jennifer (mother), Richard (father) and 3 children out of which 2 had already left home studying Artificial Intelligence (Jerome) and Humanitarian Development (Paula) at some of the best universities abroad. Only Lasse, their 3rd child, was still in Frankfurt, my age and in the same cohort like me. However, I knew for a fact that Jennifer and Richard (we were on first name basis because they are cool) were not as proud as my parents about Lasse’s personal journey so far. He was nosy, snobby (because of his “van” title), lacked basic manners, scored increasingly bad marks, interacted with the wrong kind of people and wasted his parents’ money big time. Although I really enjoyed being at the van Tesarians’, dealing with Lasse was simply annoying.

My parents left on Monday in my first week of school. Everything started off well, my schedule allowed me to include wrestling practice and the teachers assigned to my coursed were capable. I went through the first 4 days of the new year and decided to actually ask Jennifer for dinner plans on Saturday; not because I felt lonely or something, but to catch up after 6 weeks of summer vacation. Networking a little wouldn’t hurt as Jennifer worked for a big IT company on cyber security and Richard was deputy general for troops stationed around Frankfurt. His promotion was just a matter of time as he was simply still too young for the position as general. Both of these areas were highly interesting and I considered choosing one of them as my possible next step after finishing off A-levels. As you might guess, the army career was especially tempting given how I’d have to deal with other soldiers and might became the leader of the pack quickly.

Jennifer was happy about my request and we made plans for the evening.

On Friday noon, I was sitting in the chill area of our school as I had a blank spot in my schedule, working on the team list assigning my team to weight classes for our next regional wrestling championship. On the other side of the space, packed on a double-seat couch, were Landis and Gregor, co-captain and analyst to our team respectively, surfing through the web. Having them around made it easier to double check my selection.

Suddenly, I heard students coming down the aisle giggling like 14-year-old girls and stopping in front of where we sat. Probably, they wanted to occupy the area. I realized it was Lasse and his 4 snobby friends (I never made an effort to remember their names) who mostly liked him because of his money and the way he talked down to and snapped at others. Landis turned towards them, smiling, and asked what the laughter was all about. Lasse looked up from the phone he had been looking onto, his smile froze and became a neutral, almost hostile glare. “As if you could understand, dumbass. There are jokes that poor, dumb people like you would never grasp even if anyone would find the time and temper to explain it to you.” Not being surprised by his rudeness at all, I chimed in: “Ey Lasse, don’t you dare talking to my friend like that again or we have an issue. Get lost with your horde.” and locked my gaze onto him. He and his 4 wanna-be friends apparently hadn’t noticed me so far. As their heads turned towards me, they re-evaluated the situation and understood their mistake: I was a different league to Landis and Gregor. As one of the most influential people in our entire school and beyond, they just stopped giggling and left without a further word. Landis looked at me startled and I just shook my head slowly in disbelief. 

“Just forget him”, I said and threw a coke towards him since I knew my friend’s love for sugary drinks. He caught it mid-air and I remembered why I chose him to be co-captain. Although not coming from a rich family like me or Lasse, Landis was pleasant to be around. He rarely lost his temper, was kind and wholehearted and always put other people first. Maybe growing up as the oldest among 4 siblings with not much money to spare teaches you certain life lessons. Basically, he is an antithesis to Lasse. This misdirected brat would have never talked to me as he had just talked to Landis or generally all people “below his status” and it pissed me off that he could get around with it without punishment. Well, how wrong I was…

Saturday came and I rang the bell to the van Tesarians’ mansion. I loved their house as it was different to our modern villa: one of the few remaining 19the century city mansions. With its 3 floors it was surrounded by a gargantuan garden. Well perks of being an aristocratic family I guess, old money, you know…

Jennifer opened the door, beautiful, blond hair, blue eyes, with a fullhearted smile as always. I handed her the red wine which I had brought as a gift for her hospitality. “Is it…” she started “a Châteauneuf du Pape from 2018. Just the one you and Richard like so much. And I have to admit I took quite a taste in it myself” I completed her sentence. “You shouldn’t have. This vintage became so difficult to find lately. You’re such a sweetheart. Come on in and take a seat at the dinner table.” I entered and despite the many times I had been here, the mansion’s architecture always hit me by surprise. It is marvelous with its marble floor, the 2nd floor gallery and the 4-meter-wide staircase. I went to the dining room and greeted Richard. After exchanging small talk, he yelled up the stairs: “Come down and help set the table, Lasse!” Lasse neither shouted any approval nor did I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. “Let me give you a hand” I offered. “Nah you really shouldn’t, you’re our guest today.” Said Richard while undergoing the last steps of his preparations.  Anyhow, I set the table, opened the wine and poured some into each glass, a little less into Lasse’s as I didn’t know whether he had a liking for dry red wines. Just at the moment when basically everything was set, a door fell into its lock and Lasse came yelling down the stairs. “Oh, I didn’t know we have a guest today.” He spared a greeting and took a seat without even trying to offer a hand. He took his phone and zoomed out.

We went through salad and supper, updating each other about what had happened during summer. Lasse had no interest in participating and kept playing on his phone. When the main course was served, Jennifer couldn’t stand the elephant in the room any longer. “Lasse could you please turn off your phone and be a pleasant host for Aleks.” “Mum, no, I can’t. It might be difficult for you to understand as you are old, but I am doing social media research. Zeng has one of her videos going viral and I have to find out why. Maybe it’s a new trend which I could build on to boost my own channel”. I had checked his social media accounts from time to time. Not too many followers, uncreative content, mostly copycat stuff. But that wasn’t the point here… Richard engaged: “This was not a question, but a command young man. Lasse, put your phone down right now. Or that new car you got as a birthday gift is gone”. With a frustrated and annoyed sigh, Lasse put away his phone and looked blankly at us. Jennifer tried to shift topics and include Lasse: “How about the essays you were asked to write during your holiday? Maybe Aleks could have a look at them after dinner. He surely could give you some advice…” Apparently a bad shift of topics as Lasse interrupted her aggressively “He surely could NOT give me advice as I have not written a single word for any of them and I also not intend to do so. Can’t we hire someone to write them for me? I don’t need to understand shit about science or economy to live off of our family’s money!” He wanted to make a point and took a good sip from the red wine. But apparently the taste was nothing for him, he spit it out and yelled: “Who of our servants was so dumb to bring such a distasteful ‘wine’ (yeah, he gave it the quota fingers) to our table, are we shopping at Aldi nowadays.” Everyone at the table was silent for a second and Lasse’s gaze switched from his mother to his father to me. I just chuckled a little, but Richard lost his temper completely: “That is ENOUGH. You have crossed the line. Leave the table immediately and go to your room. We will have a serious talk later on.” I respected Richard a lot and after these 3 simple sentences, I realized how he made it deputy general. His aura is just SURPRESSING. “If you think so old man, you can let the main course and desert be sent to my room” came as a reply.

When Lasse was out of earshot, Jennifer wanted to excuse herself for the bad behavior of her child, but I didn’t let her. Richard was still raging. “It’s not your fault” I said. “The youngest is almost always the most spoilt child and I have to admit that the people he shares his leisure time with are also of no help. Maybe he also got nosy about the fact that all the servants in here now basically only attend to his wishes as Jerome and Paula are out of town and you two are mostly working… Anyhow, it’s only one more year left, right?” Richard intervened: “Unfortunately not. And I am being very honest with you now, Aleks. He doesn’t have the grades to finish the year if he doesn’t hand in these essays. They were last chances from his economic, physics and literature teachers. Without them, he WILL fail and not pass the A-levels at all. And even if he managed the essays and his A-levels, he doesn’t know where to go next. Just talking about a gap year and studying social media lately, always relying on the family’s money as he phrases it. And it’s not only about that, his behavior is also lethal to us. When friends or colleagues come around, he misbehaves like he just did with you. Jerome and Paula avoid coming home as much as possible. People start talking about us, and not in a good way. It deteriorates our family reputation. We have to put an end to it, but we are unanimous about the best option. I suggested one of these US American camps where teenagers learn to behave, but Jennifer is concerned about it. They look too harsh in TV and there are rumors about teenagers who even hurt themselves because they couldn’t bear the pressure. Also, he would be far away from us. So, we are in a deadlock situation right now. Something has to happen, but we don’t know what…””Maybe you could help, Aleks” came a surprising comment from Jennifer. “You have taken care of so many boys’ lives in your wrestling team, giving them a common goal and purpose where there used to be rowdiness and misbehavior only” “Darling, we have argued that option! Aleks is tied up in his own problems. He has to deal with his A-levels, the errands around their house and all the extra-curricular activities he pursues.” I made up my mind for a second. Was this a real chance for me to firstly, find out more about my domination and manipulation kink, secondly, make Lasse stop going over people like they were shit and thirdly, have some fun in doing so? “I’d do it, but I think I lack the resources which a correction camp would have and I would need absolute control as well as support from your side to make him do this.” I played it low ball and tried not to show my eagerness to practically get my first servant and become Lasse’s… Well, how’d you call it? Correction guide? Teacher? Master? The two of them exchanged glances. “Are you serious, Aleks? Because if you are, we could share some details with you which we worked on lately. We got a plan, but its prerequisite was your cooperation.” If they just knew how cooperative I actually was. “I am, as long as you don’t leave me alone on that and trust me.” Richard’s answer came as a surprise: “Aleks, you’re like the third son we wished for. We trust you unconditionally and think you have showed leadership skills already on multiple occasions. With respect to the required support. First, I will put an ultimatum on Lasse. He can either chose to go to a correction camp stripped off of any resources from our side or he could go with you.” “But he is 18. What if he just leaves?” I intervened. That gave me a surprised laughter from Jennifer: “Leave? Where should he leave to? I caught him yesterday asking one of our maids to cut him an apple. I was flabbergasted, but in hindsight not actually surprised. Lasse couldn’t live one day without our money.” This was far worse than expected, I thought. Richard continued: “And for the resources: we are not proud about it, but Jennifer actually installed one of her company’s brand-new spywares on his phone. She was concerned that he might go over the top with his social media and post something that really endangers our family standing. She surely can provide you with all the details of its functionalities. So far we didn’t use it.” I considered the implications for a moment. “So, with that I could have some leverage on his current primary ‘extra-curricular activity’ and free up time for one-on-one tutoring session with me before and after school. However, we do not share all our classes. I’d need something to monitor and intervene when he has different courses or free periods.” Again, Richard took my point up: “Well, I do have a solution for that, although I am not proud to pull that leverage. There is a soldier, Matthias, in one of my units and he owes me a big favor. I can assign him as Lasse’s personal bodyguard during the weeks. I have already been asked multiple times whether my family needs personal security due to my position. So, it wouldn’t sound too suspicious and he would keep quiet about the real reason of his new assignment. I can clear out all the details on Monday and have him placed at your disposal on Tuesday.” I couldn’t grasp my luck. Here I was, willing to find out whether I could be a master to other people, whether I had the mindset to manipulate them. And those two desperate, slightly crazy parents actually offered me a job as hardcore Miss Poppins (or Master Poppins 😉) for their derailed son. “Apart from that, we can surely supply you with money for any extra bearings you will face.” Okay, there was the cherry on top. “Ok guys, let’s give it a shot!”, I said.

We elaborated on the details a little further and when we were done, I went upstairs to talk to Lasse. This was the rather difficult part, but I wanted to first play the good cop. “What’s wrong? Why you still here” he asked when I entered his room. I didn’t waste time, sat next to him and broke the news to him. How his father planned to make him go to a correction camp in the US and how his parents would cut him loose. And how I intervened and convinced them that this was way too harsh and crazy. And that I’d trusted him to also improve here at home in a safe place under some guidance from my side. Of course, he wasn’t happy at all in the beginning. He raged about his parents and cursed like a whore. Also, he made clear that he wasn’t my biggest fan. But eventually after some back and forth, he came up with a solution: we could simply scam his parents by SAYING that Lasse was sticking to and learning from me, but actually wasn’t. I played along and said that this might be the least troublesome option for both of us. “However, to convince your parents we need something superficially formal to show your commitment.”, I said. “Aren’t your parents lawyers or something? Wouldn’t your smartass be able to set up a contract or some kind of “will of intention?”, he suggested. In supporting his idea, I actually fueled his self-love which made him slightly blind for the downsides to a contract set up from my side alone. “Ok, I will come over tomorrow morning and have the papers ready.” I said goodbye to Jennifer and Richard and went home.

I was über-energetic. My mind was spinning because of all the possibility. I checked my mails and found a manual sent from Jennifer for the spyware with the request to keep it confidential. I used the adrenalin to work through the night, study the technicalities and make up a plan of my own for “Lasse’s holistic attitude adjustment”. Before trying to rest a little, I had to cum desperately. I found a porn video where a tanned, muscle jock was pounding the ass of a blond twink in something looking like a locker room. The alpha was still fully clothed in sport gear, his love stick popping out from his trunks. The beta slut lied flat on a bench, naked. Well not entirely naked: when the camera zoomed in on the jock’s massive rod going deep into the blond fag’s clit, a pink chastity cage saved the viewer from having to look at the boy’s penis. His moans were high-pitched and he begged the top to fill him with his man juice. It was visible that the boy was about to get a prostate orgasm. The jock also noticed, pulled out and turned the fag 180° around. Now he was pounding the fag’s face, visibly shoving his manhood deep into the boy’s throat. It didn’t take him long to climax and an incredible amount of white juice was pumped into the boy. It was too much to swallow for him and some of it left through mouth and nose. The fag struggled, wanted to get free and the rod out of his face. But he had no chance against the alpha jock who held both the fag on the bench and his penis in the boy’s mouth until he was finished. I burst into my Adidas crew sock once, twice, again and again until it was filled with my own man juice. After recovering for a solid minute, I brough the gym sock up to my nose and was overpowered by my own smell. It reeked from the mixture of sweat and sperm which I had pumped into it for almost a week now. But I threw it – still damp – into my sport trunk for Monday’s wrestling session and went to bed.

On the next morning, I proceeded as planned and went to the mansion again. I was greeted by the smell of fresh pancakes with blueberries. Lasse was already sitting at the table eating like the pig he is. His parents invited me to have breakfast with them. We had light conversation and even Lasse was not too badly behaving compared to the evening before. Maybe he wanted to start on good terms with me and save face in front of his parents. After cleaning the table, I put the papers on it and Jennifer and Richard pretended to be surprised. Lasse took the chance: “Lovely parents, Aleks and I had a chat yesterday. It helped me understand that I require some guidance in life, to improve grades and such things. I found Aleks to be the best teacher for that. I knew you had plans to send me to one of these correction camps, I overheard you talking the other day, but I think I can spare you the money for that and our family the shame of rumors. As a conclusion and in order to show you the honesty of my intentions, I suggested to set up a contract to show my commitment on that project. Aleks was so kind to prepare.” When he finished, he took a pen and – without even putting in the effort of reading it – signed the 8 pages with the words: “and with this signature I want to demonstrate that I am taking full responsibility for my actions from now since I’m a grown up, well-educated man”. I was taken aback. I had to suppress laughter. He was even more deranged and self-centered than I would have ever imagined, this was worst theater acting. I signed next to him and let his parents sign as witnesses. I informed Lasse that I’d pick him up the next day to start off the week together. With the excuse that I still had to prepare stuff for the next week, I left.

Monday came and my brain was buzzing and my cock constantly stirring when I thought about my plan. After picking up Lasse, we went to school and followed our schedule. We had different courses up until the last class: physical education. Being the wrestling team captain actually has its perks. I asked our coach whether it was ok for him to let me give today’s lesson and use it as practice since most of the class was in our wrestling team anyhow and since PE was not mandatory for A-levels either, there was no real content he had to teach. We agreed and once he was gone to grab a coffee and read the news, I told everyone who was not in the wrestling team to leave. Lasse was about to follow the other students when I called out after him. “Hey, Lasse, one of your new activities actually includes becoming a member of our team”. He turned around slowly and I could see the shock in his eyes. Some team members chuckled, but I shut them down. “Come on all over” I called out. He followed my instructions reluctantly and approached the mats.

“So as the first treat of the day, I want to have a better understanding of our newest member’s capabilities. Lasse, please take off your shirt and shoes and let’s have a show fight.” I pulled my own shirt over my head bringing my carved, lean sixpack to daylight and put my sweaty gym shoes to the outer frontier of the mat. Lasse slowly lifted his shirt as well exposing a wobbly, fatty, no-muscle tummy and took off his shoes, placing them outside the mat as well. “This is a joke, you know I can’t wrestle for a living” “Try and come at me, I won’t hurt you, I promise” which I really planned not to do… Yet. He shifted forward, motioning way to slow and was aiming at my torso. I didn’t even move. He grabbed me around my waist and tried to push me. I didn’t shift a centimeter. “Ok! Time for counterattack!” I yelled, pushed his entire body down and took his head in between my thighs, basically putting his head below my ass. I took his arms into my hands, wiggled around with them and made small steps. So to an outsider it looked like he was a puppet on strings dancing. The entire wrestling team had a good laugh. It appeared that Lasse was too busy trying to breathe through my headlock to chime in. I let go of him. He was coughing and looked at me in fury. He again charged towards me, red headed, now aiming for my feet. I made a step to the side and he fell flat to the ground. I sat down on his back, effectively immobilizing his arms and lower abdomen, spit on my fingers and put them into both of his ears. He squealed like a baby pig. “Ouh guys, listen, I think we got a farm animal around. What kind is it?” And with those words, I put the index and middle finger of my right hand into his nostrils and pulled upwards, twitching Lasse’s face into a pig like grimace. At the same time, I used my left hand to grab behind me and pull up his underwear into a wedgie. I pulled hard. Again, Lasse gave off a squealing sound like the pig he was and Landis actually called out: “I think you have captured a swine here, captain”. Everybody was laughing and the shame in Lasse’s face was priceless. When I got up from his back, he wanted to stand up and run away, but I was faster. Again, I put him flat to the ground, but this time, I pulled him over to where I left my shoes. His eyes widened in panic. Assuming what was about to happen, he wanted to scream, but in one smooth motion I pulled off one of my white Adidas crew socks (the one from my Saturday cum session) and shut his pig mouth. I cupped his mouth with my hand so that he had to smell the foot odor from my shoes directly through his nostrils while tasting my foul sweat-cum-sock. Everyone was silent when I commanded “Inhale!” and after some more struggling, everyone could hear a deep breath taken by Lasse, smelling my worn out, damp, gassy gym shoes. The crowd was out of control, they laughed, cheered and clapped each other’s backs. Lasse however had given up resistance held in place by not even a quarter of my strength. After some 30 seconds more, I pulled him away from my shoes and took out the socks. “Lasse, do you submit?” A meager “leave me alone” came out, not even loud enough to reach the boys. I gave him a firm slap onto his right cheek. “What was that again?” “Yeah, I submit, ok? Can I leave now?” “You forgot to address me properly, loser. Try again, louder!” “I submit, captain!”, he now almost shouted. „Captain is for real teammates; you can address me with Sir or Master for the time being.” “You are joking, right?” Another slap to the same cheek, this time harder. “Aaauuuu, ok ok, I submit, Sir. Could you please let me go?”. I lifted myself up and Lasse went straight for the locker room. I commanded the team to practice and gave Landis supervision of the group.

When I entered the locker room, Lasse was already changing, nothing on him but his white briefs. Calvin Kleins… sure bro… “Stay away from me psycho!”, he actually yelled at me. “I don’t like your tone nor your attitude, boy. And we can proceed now the easy way or make it very hard for you. Just say you are very very sorry for your behavior or you WILL be very very sorry pretty soon” “Fuck OFF!” I was on him in a split second. He had no time to defend. I put both of my crew socks into his mouth stretching it to the max, he grumbled, but couldn’t make a meaningful sound. He struggled hard and tried to grab me somewhere to get free. Fortunately, I came well prepared and pulled the huge trunk over which I set up for this day specifically. I had brought some nice, tight, black bondage paws which effectively immobilize the hands of their carrier. I put them on him. Next, I took some ropes from the trunk and tied his ankles together behind his back, then his wrists. Lastly, one rope was used to connect wrists and ankles along his spine basically immobilizing him completely. He could still wiggle to the right or left with his entire body, but that was about it. I got some duct tape out to put it over his mouth and keep the socks in place and stood back to look at my creation. My cock was close to explosion, so I kneeled on Lasse’s back, gave my manhood some good thrusts and put my alpha cream over Lasse’s face, eyes and hair. I was so satisfied about how shocked and panicked he was. Next, I took his phone, connected it to mine and let the spyware upload. Meanwhile I planted one bare foot on his neck, the other next to his cum-stained face and started explaining Lasse his new future. “So, listen up, faggot loser. Neither your parents nor me have ever intended to go easy on you. Me even less than them. But that doesn’t matter anymore. You are mine now, you piece of shit. You will obey my every order. I am your God, your everything from now on. Remember the contract you signed without reading? There are a lot of paragraphs limiting your rights for… well basically everything. Mobility, activities, supply with food, clothing, shelter. You will find it rather enlightening once I allow you to read the whole damn thing. Actually, you won’t. I will keep it as backup. You only have to remember one basic, simple truth: I own you in every possible way now. Even if you consider breaching your vows and running away, I won’t let you. As of tomorrow, Matthias, a fit, young, loyal soldier from your father’s troops, will be at your side when I am not. He is to follow all my orders concerning your disciplinary journey. Furthermore, your mother provided me with a far-reaching spy- or rather control ware for your smartphone. I don’t think she knows what it’s able to do. Well, I am now. You can rest assured that every single action on your phone will now be controlled and that certain applications have ceased to work for you. Same goes for your social media accounts. They are mine now and if you don’t want me to publish bullshit under your name, behave, you fucking worthless snob. Also, when unlocking your phone, there is no need for your password anymore. Instead, you will have to type in “I, Loser, accept Master Aleks’ superiority. I am only a worthless pig compared to this gorgeous God”. In case, you do not manage to type that in flawlessly within 30 seconds, the phone will lock again, I will get informed and punishment will be the consequence. This brings us to 2 more changes in your life. Your name is no longer Lasse, because for one I never liked that name. Also, it also carries your old attitude with it. Your new name is Loser. Second life change regards punishment. Once you successfully unlocked your phone, you will find a new app popping up immediately. It will show you how far you have progressed in your journey to become a well-mannered, useful, submissive servant. It will collect negative points for misbehavior as well as positive ones for doing well. I strongly suggest you to stay above 0 points. With progression, there will be perks for you, but further details on that at a later point. Overall, our shared goal is to first break your mind and free you from your current self-centered, nosy, asshole attitude which determines every of your actions. Afterwards, we will piece you together with some more useful traits and better manners so that you might be a self-operating, devote, humble creature which doesn’t rely on someone else to carry you through life. So, Loser, I hereby ask: Have you understood what our shared goal is? Then give me a sign.” He grunted once, but it sounded rather unapprovingly. I didn’t care. I pulled his body up, placed him into the sports trunk and hang him on a hook, still cum-stained and tied up. I took some pictures for good measure and put one as his phone’s new screensaver. I left him there and got back to my team. We proceeded with the class.

When class was over and we got back to the locker room I had almost forgotten Loser. However, I had planned the team to have their turn on him. When the team members entered, they were surprised about what they saw. “Listen up guys! Our newest team member here, you might still recall him as Lasse, but he favors his new name, Loser from now on, decided to undergo an attitude change because he finally understood what an arsehole he was. His change process starts with regret and he is happy to take every assault from your side which you deem appropriate for his past actions. I kindly ask you to not take pictures or at least not to share them beyond this group. I hope you understand how delicate the situation is for him. He’s on the verge of becoming a better, humble person with your help. In our team, he will from now on operate as bag carrier before classes, sparring partner during classes and laundry boy after classes. That means all jocks, socks, underwear and what have you is taken care of by him effective immediately.” I expected questions or a certain amount of backlash, but apparently Lasse had been a true shithole of a person. With no further due, the boys went up to him, cursed at him, spit on him, burped into his face, then one of the rather horny lads even asked whether I wanted my cum to be the only facial treatment for Loser. I said no. At the end of his ordeal, Loser had nothing less than spit from all 10 team members and cum from at least 6 of them on his face. He couldn’t open his eyes anymore and I think his breathing was heavily limited. He was rather quiet now and didn’t move much. I just took him from the hook, closed the trunk and picked up the other bag with the team’s used sports gear. Two lads helped me carrying Loser’s fat ass into my car and the two of us headed home.

Ready for part 2?

Warning! This is a fictional story of Domination and slavery.  This story may include topics that may be offensive to some, especially about organized religion, incest and non-consensual slavery.  Note, that even though this author identifies himself as a slave, this slave doesn’t condone non-consensual domination or slavery.  Remember this is just a fantasy and does not represent real life.

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DAY TWO

I woke up in bed with Master holding me in his strong arms.  I smile loving the feeling and warmth of Master’s body spooning me.  I think he is still asleep.   So, I relax, smiling at how nice this is.  I mean this is the first time I am with another man in a bed.   I have dreamt so many nights wondering what it would be like waking up in the arms of a strong dominant man.  NOW! It is happening.  I stare out the round windows open to the community below.  I notice there are no curtains to cover the windows.  I guess in a community of nudists privacy is not important.   

As I watch naked men and slaves starting their day, I think back to what happened last night.  Oh my God, I got fucked for the first time!  Not just fucked but fucked by a man who I know as my God and savior.  Master saved me from the prison of living with my parents. He has shown me that I am his servant.  At some point, I even started worshiping him as a God. Not like the so-called God my parents believe in.  No, this was deeper than I have ever felt for anyone or any otherworldly being.  It was the happiest I have ever felt. I have never felt anything like it in my life.  Is that what love is?  If so, I want to go back there, to be fucked and worship Master at the same time.  All his commands made complete sense and still do.  My dick grows as I remember my first wonderful fuck! 

I feel Master’s cock start to grow again!   The long shaft is pressing against the crack of my hole.  I move my ass up a little so the head of Master’s cock is pushing at my hole.  Master moans in his sleep and pulls me closer to him, forcing his cock deep into my hole.  This causes me to moan a little too.  That wonderful feeling of being full is back!  I feel at home in a strange but comforting way.   Then slowly, Master starts fucking me.  I am not sure if he is awake or having a wet dream about fucking his slave.  Yet, I hear him moan more as he fucks my hole slowly and deeply.  

Master grabs me tighter and whispers “Good morning, boy.  Mumm, it is nice to have a warm hole to wake up to.” 

I moan out, “Oh God, Thank you, Master!”

My body shivers involuntarily with excitement. WOW! Pleasing Master makes my body shiver!  Yet, not in a bad way but a glorious shiver of extreme pleasure that ripples throughout my body. 

“Does my boy like pleasing its Master?

“Oh… Yes… Master. It loves pleasing you so much, Master.”

My body shivers in intense pleasure.  Master speeds up his fucking, causing more shivers throughout my body.  Each shiver is like a wave of pleasure causing my body to shake all over.    

“Your Master can tell how much its boy loves me, your Owner, Master, and God!”

Master is right the waves of pleasure hit me over and over reinforcing my love for my Master. 

“My cock has the power to give my boy the love it needs, it craves, it longs for.”

“Yes, Master, it loves your cock.  Please, Master, let me pleasure your cock forever!”

“Yes, boy.  It will forever please and love its Master.”

“OH, MASTER, THANK YOU!,” I moan out louder. 

I hear noises in the kitchen but I could care less at the moment.  All that matters is pleasing my Master’s wonderful cock deep in my hole.    

Master rotates so he’s now on top of me.  His full weight pins me to the bed.  Then he starts to fuck me harder and faster.  This new position allows his cock to be driven deeper.  Master grabs me around the chest and fucks me deeper than last night.  His mouth is right next to my ear and I can hear his breathing getting heavier as he uses my hole.  

“Squeeze boy.  Squeeze that hole.  Make it tight for your Master.”

I try squeezing my hole as tightly as I can, hoping it pleases him! 

Master moans in response, “Yes boy, that’s it.  Make that hole even tighter!”

I squeeze it as hard as I can. 

Master’s breathing becomes faster, feeling his cock use my hole for one purpose to give him the pleasure he deserves.  I moan with each deep hard fuck.  Master holds me even tighter in his powerful arms.  All I can do is squeeze my hole as tightly as I can and ride out his primal need!   

The rougher Master fucks me, the more I love it.  I feel Master’s strong arms binding me to him.  It makes me feel so good, so secure, so Owned!   It’s impossible for me to break free from his control.  Not that I would ever want that.  I want to feel his strong arms holding me tighter.  Last night, my mind accepted Master’s ownership of me.  Now my body is accepting it as well.  It’s like a wall that I was holding up has broken away, freeing me from the shackles of my parents and my old life.  I feel so safe now.  No longer scared of what my future will become.  All I know is I want Master to hold me and fuck me forever!     

At that moment, Master pushes his cock as deep as he can in my hole and grabs me as tight as he can.  I can’t breathe, as I feel my hole once again being filled with Master’s wonderful Godly nectar!

At the same time, my caged dick pulses and then explodes. It’s unlike any orgasm I have ever had. My dick isn’t even hard, yet, I shoot a load anyways. It’s not as powerful as when I’m hard but just as satisfying anyway.  

Master lays on me a little bit then rolls over so I’m now lying on his massive chest. 

Just then the houseboy from before comes in with some coffee for Master. He sits it on the nightstand next to the bed. Then he kneels beside the bed, looking down at the floor. 

He speaks like a positioner in our church would do when praying to God “OH! Holy Master, how can your humble servant serve you today.”

Master looks down at my caged dick and sees what I have done. Suddenly, I get scared that I have failed my MASTER, the man I know is a God!  Master tightens his arms, holding me to his chest. 

“Yes, clean up your fellow servant’s milkings.”

The houseboy quickly crawls into the bed and starts licking a hole at the bottom of my cage where cum is dripping out of it. The cage covers both my dick and balls so the hole in the cage must be where my piss comes out.  Yet, I now know that is where my cum will eventually drip out too once I’m milked as Master calls it.  I never imagined being milked!  I feel like an animal being milked, with no control over when or where it happens. Yet, I will happily be milked as often as possible just to feel my God’s cock deep inside me. 

After cleaning up the cum drip from my cage, he licks up the cum that has soiled the sheets. When he is finished he dutifully kneels beside the bed again. DAM! He’s so obedient.  In a way, I admire him and am a bit jealous that he gets to be able to serve Master so much.  I wonder how much I will be allowed to serve Master. 

Master releases me from his grip and lifts me off his half-hard cock and spins me around so I’m kneeling between his two massive legs. 

He lifts my chin and stares into my eyes, “Now clean up my cock. I know you want it.  Go on lick up what you crave so much!”

Master releases my chin and I look down at his massive cock. Yes! It is covered in holy nectar. I lick my lips and stick out my tongue then lean forward so some of the nectar still dripping out of his beautiful cock sticks to my tongue.  It’s so sweet and delicious!  It’s like candy.  I tasted my cum before but this is so much better. I understand why the houseboy refers to Master in such a holy way.  I have to have more of the nectar!  I grab the huge cock.  DAM! It’s so huge that my fingers can’t even wrap around it.  I milk more nectar out of it knowing I must worship this GODLY COCK! 

I open my mouth, licking the cum as I milk the holy cock.  FUCK! It tastes so delicious. I lick up and down the shaft cleaning up more of the delicious nectar.  I feel my cock trying to get hard in its cage as I worship my Master, my GOD!  

As I have done to myself many times, I press my finger to the spot just below the balls, move my fingers between his balls and up to the head of his cock, like I’m milky him. I’m rewarded with more GODLY nectar.  I quickly lick the head clean.  Then I do it again, milking my Master of all his delicious nectar. 

Master smiles down at me approvally.  His smile fills me with some much warmth and love!  There is nothing I will not do to please him.  

“Good! My precious servant.  You love my holy cum don’t you?”

I moan, “OH YES! MASTER!  IT’S SO DELICIOUS!”

“I’m glad you enjoy it.  My servant will be able to worship me more in the future.  Would you like that, boy?”

Moaning more, “OH GOD, YES! MASTER.  I WOULD LOVE TO WORSHIP YOU AND MILK YOU OF YOUR GODLY NECTAR AGAIN AND AGAIN.   I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MASTER!  THANK YOU!”

Master rubs my head, sending warmth of pleasure throughout my body. 

“Such a special boy you are.  I love how quickly you see the truth of who I am and what you are to me.  You will be my devoted servant forever and ever!   You want to obey me in all things no matter how hard it might be for you.  You will devote your being to me, mind and body forever and ever.  I’m now your Master, God, and Owner.   You’re my PROPERTY to do with as I choose.  As my property, you cannot deny me anything.” 

I stare up at him as he explains what my life will be like for the rest of my life.  Master is so confident in what I am to him that I believe him.   Plus, I love him and will do anything to please him.  I know this is where I belong.  

As he continues to rub my head and I smile up at him with my tongue still licking the head of his massive cock.  I love the feeling of the hard mushroom head as I run my tongue around it, circling it completely.  As he explains what I am, I nod my head up and down, confirming he’s correct on everything.    
 
“Good boy. I knew you were special the moment I saw you.  Now, be a good obedient boy and help my houseboy serve me breakfast.”

Look up at him not wanting to leave his cock.

“Go on, be a good boy. My cock will be here when you get back.”

I let his beautiful cock out of my mouth, “Yes Master, Thank you!”

Then I quickly jump off the bed as the houseboy gets up and walks out of the bedroom. I already miss Master’s cock.  The image of his beautiful cock is still in the back of my mind.  In my mind. I can see every detail even the blood vessels popping out of the sides.  It sits in the back of my mind as a constant reminder of the power Master has over me.  I will do anything to taste his sweet delicious nectar again!   

The image stays with me as I follow behind the houseboy.  I notice the boy is slim with a nice bubble butt like me.  He is hairless.  When he looks back at me with a smile I don’t even see eyebrows.  It is a little strange seeing someone without eyebrows.  I think he must have gone through the same hair removal process as me.  Do I look just as strange?  Even without eyebrows, he is still gorgeous.  He has a boy next door look.  He is a little older than me but still has a boyish look, especially with no hair.      

When we get to the kitchen he already has everything ready to cook Master’s breakfast.  We do not have time to chat as he orders me to start cutting up fruit, as he cooks up some eggs and ham. Everything looks very fresh.  So, I assume it is all from the community.  Master did say the community is self-sufficient.  I guess if you want to keep a secret nudist community of slave boys then being self-sufficient is a good thing.  It will help keep prying eyes out.  

Once the breakfast is done, I help the houseboy place the food on a serving tray.  He shows me how to carry the tray and stays close beside me to make sure I do not drop anything.  I can see the fear on his face as I carry the tray to our Master.  I wonder what would happen if I ended up dropping the tray of food.  The fear on the boy’s face tells me that I don’t want to know.  So, I make an extra effort to hold the tray securely in my hands.  

Master smiles at us as we enter his bedroom.  

“That smells wonderful, my boys.”

We both say, “Thank you, Master,” at the same time. 

The houseboy indicates that I should place the tray on Master’s lap. When I approach the bed, Master is already sitting up.  So, I carefully place the tray on top of his lap.  The houseboy picks up a napkin and places it on his arm.  He just stands there looking at Master with the same awe I have.  Not, knowing what to do, I just stand there with my hands behind my back.  I feel the air conditioning brushing across my naked legs and arms reminding me how naked I feel without hair.   I start to get goosebumps all over my body.  Without hair, I feel all the air currents in the room.  It is a strange sensation.  It’s another reminder of how much my life is changing.   

The houseboy sees that Master’s coffee is low and has me go get a fresh cup.  So, I quickly rush out of the room to the kitchen.  I’m not familiar with the setup so it takes me a minute to find a coffee cup and then fill the coffee.  Plus, I’m not sure how Master likes his coffee.  So, I find some creamer and sugar and place it on a small tray with the coffee cup.  I quickly start to rush back to the bedroom but remember the fear on the boy’s face and slow down so I won’t spill the coffee. 

When I get in the room, Master looks a little annoyed.   I see why because his coffee is empty.  I hold out the tray as the houseboy comes to my rescue.  He quickly makes the coffee how Master likes it, a touch of cream, no sugar.   I watch him closely making sure I make it right next time.  

My parents made me help at the church meetings.  So, I know how to make coffee and help out in the kitchen.  At the time, I hated helping the grown-ups.  The church meetings were boring.  However, now I am thankful.  If I didn’t bring the cream then Master would have to wait even longer than he did for his coffee.   

After the coffee is served and I put the tray back in the kitchen then return to the bedroom, Master motions me over to him.  As I walk up to him, he picks up a cane. Suddenly, fear shoots through me and I stop!  Why did he pick that up?  Some of the fathers at our church used canes on some of the real bad boys who got into too much trouble.  It looks really painful.  

“Boy, come closer.”

I move closer until I’m close enough for him to grab my wrist.  He pulls me to the bed and orders me to turn around. 

I turn, fearing what is about to happen.  

“Boy, you were late getting my coffee.  Do you think it’s acceptable to keep your Master waiting?”

I squeak out in fear, “No, Master.”

Now starting to shake in fear, Master asks, “What should I do to make sure you never keep me waiting ever again!”

Now I’m almost crying, “Punish me, Master.”

“OK, I think punishment might work.  How should my servant be punished?”

Now shaking and crying in fear, knowing what he wants me to say, “With the cane, Master.  Please punish me with the cane.”

I cannot believe I’m begging Master to hit me with a cane.  Yet, I know this is what Master wants and I have to please him.  I know I deserve this for not pleasing him.  

“Then bend over and grab your ankles.”

I bend over, grabbing my ankles tightly. The houseboy moves me so that Master has a good angle to hit me.  He pushes down on my hips, holding me in position. I’m grateful because I fear I might fall over from shaking so much.  I’m terrified of what is about to happen!

Master rubs the cane across my ass, and I jump in surprise.  The houseboy holds me tighter so I cannot move much.  I feel the cane lift and I close my eyes. 

The cane hits me then a second or two later I feel so much pain, I scream out, “FUCK!!!”  

“Scream all you want, boy. This is what you deserve!”

Master then hits me again. 

“OH, FUCK,” I scream again! 

I try to jump up in response but the houseboy keeps me in place. I have never felt anything so painful in my life!   I’m thankful for the houseboy’s support because I think I might have fallen to the ground if it wasn’t for him.  

I scream again as another hit lands on my ass.  My eyes now tear up.  By the third hit, I’m crying.  Master hits me three more times resulting in a constant stream of tears running down my face.          

I didn’t even realize that Master stopped due to the burning pain in my ass and feeling light-headed. 

“That should teach you to be on time whenever your services are required.”

The houseboy whispers in my ear bringing me back to earth, “Thank our Master.”

Sniffling and holding back more tears, “Thank you… Master.”

The houseboy whispers more directions, “Tell our Master you’re sorry and thank him for punishing you.”

Still trying to hold back tears, I add, “Sorry… Master… for keeping you waiting… OH GOD! I’m so sorry Master!  Thank you for punishing me.”

I flinch when I feel a warm hand on my sore ass.  With blurry vision, I look over my shoulder to see Master smiling at me and rubbing my ass.  He traces the outline of the welts perfectly parallel across my ass.  I groan as a new dull ache follows his fingers.  

Master laughs, “This should remind my servant to be quick at its tasks, not only for me but for all Men of our community.”

Still bent over, I look into Master’s eyes, nodding and feeling so remorseful, “Yes Master, I will be quick for all my tasks and try to please you.”

Master repeats, “And, all the Men of our community?”

Finally, the tears stop and I can talk clearly, “Yes, Master, I will do all my tasks as quickly as I can to please all the Men of our community.”

“Good boy.  You may stand and wait until I’m finished with my meal.”

The houseboy lets go of my back and I stand up then face the man who just caused me the most intense pain of my young life.  Yet, I’m thankful for the punishment and for teaching me to please him properly.   

I realize through all that, my dick tried to get hard.  Now the spikes are pressing onto my dick causing a constant dull sharp sting in my dick.   With my hands behind my back, I tried to will my dick to go down.  Yet, it’s useless as I stare at the beautiful man before me.  I can’t help to lick my lips as I watch my magnificent Master eat his breakfast.  His face is perfect as a model or better yet an angel!  Once in a while, he glances at me and smiles.  Fuck! The smile only causes my dick to try to get hard again.  I stare at him with awe!  Not only does his face have perfect cheekbones and deep dark eyes that keep me focused on him, but his whole body is musculature and toned as an Olympic athlete or a Greek God!   His is perfect! A God among Men!  I feel so lucky to be able to serve this great Man!

When Master finishes his breakfast, I help the houseboy bring the empty plates to the kitchen.  Next, he directs me to go back to our Master’s bedroom, kneel beside the bed and wait for Master while he cleans up the kitchen. 

I smile at him and thank him for his help earlier and his directions now.  

“It’s our duty to help our fellow servants and teach new ones to serve our Master properly.  Now, go before you get punished again!”

With that motivation, I run back to the bedroom and kneel beside the bed.  

Master ignores me as he reads and types on a tablet.  So, I just kneel with my head down and my hands behind my back, waiting. I’m thankful for the blush soft carpet on my knees.  

I hear Master moving, then his feet are in my field of view.  He is now sitting on the side of the bed.  I’m so close I can smell him, especially with his cock in my face. I have to hold back an urge to lick it.  I so want to taste his godly nectar again. I lick my lips hoping to be allowed to suck out more necter. 

Master rubs my head and laughs. 

“Boy, you will get plenty soon enough. But right now I need a shower. Come!”

Master gets up and I start to stand up. 

“No boy, crawl after me.”

So, I crawl after Master to the bathroom connected to his bedroom. When we get into the bathroom, it’s huge, twice as big as my room/cell in the lower levels.  Master walks up to a shower stall with multiple shower heads. The stall can hold at least 4 people easily! 

Master looks down at me.

“Boy, get the shower ready for me.  I like my water temperature at 99 degrees.”

“Yes, Master. ” 

I crawl into the shower and up at a screen embedded into the wall. It’s like the one in my cell. I quickly see a large plus and minus button. So, I hold down the plus button until it reaches 99 degrees. Next to the plus button is an ON button. I press it and I’m hit with cold water causing me to yelp in surprise. Master looks at me with a frown, so I press my mouth shut. Luckily the water heats up quickly. 

Master looks down at me expectantly. It takes me a second to understand what he means.

Then it clicks, “Master, the shower is ready for you.” 

Master walks into the shower and stands under the hot water. 

“Well, boy what are you waiting for?”

Oh, Shit! Master wants me to wash him. 

I look around the shower and see a soap dispenser on the wall next to where Master is standing. I quickly crawl to it and pump some onto my hands. Like in the public bathroom, it’s an automatic dispenser.  I start rubbing my hands on Master’s body, loving the feeling of his strong muscular body. I wash his big feet first.  Then, I work my way up his strong muscular calves.  I can tell Master keeps himself in shape.  I work farther up his right thigh, feeling they are just as muscular as his calves.  I do not think there is an ounce of fat on my Master.  This only makes me want him more!  When I reach his cock and balls, I have to once again fight the urge to lick them. 

So, to distract me, I move to his other leg.  I look up to see Master has his eyes closed with a slight smile on his face.  I must be doing a good job which makes me feel proud of myself.  I need to keep focused on my task so after finishing his leg, I work on his beautiful round hard ass.  Fuck! It is just as solid as the rest of him.  I even work on his hole, cleaning it with some soap, and then have another urge to push my tongue into it.  This time I give in to my urges and press my face into his hole, hoping this will please him.  I hear Master moan some and his hole relaxes, allowing my tongue to go deeper.  The more he moans, the more I want to lick deeper.  I grab both ass cheeks and pull them apart to get better access to his hole.  Fuck! It tastes bitter sweet.  Master pushes back towards me and I know he wants more of me inside him.  So, push my tongue even deeper, ignoring the stress on my tongue, not used to this type of service.  Yet, my discomfort is secondary to my Master’s pleasure.  Like the discomfort to my knees which hurt at first but now I don’t even notice the pain.  I’m realizing that focusing on Master’s pleasure relieves my pain from kneeling on the hard tile floor. 

I work on Master’s hole for a bit before he pushes my head away and I continue working my way up to his back with the soap.  I again admire his back and wide shoulders.  Master does have some good genes.  

I work my way down his strong arms and around to his shoulders, tracing my fingers across to feel his massive chest.  I’m in awe of his perfect form of the male body.  I run my fingers back and forth across his six-pack abs.  I can see why all the boys of this community worship him as a GOD!  

Finally, I reach his magnificent cock that changed my life forever.  I soap up my hand and stroke it as I kneel in front of my GOD!  I can feel it growing in my hands, admiring features close up once again! 

I use my other hand to soap up his massive balls that hold the nectar that I crave so much!  I marvel that they can produce something delicious.  I stroke him faster hoping those balls will fill up again and honor me with the nectar I need!  

YES! I feel his balls starting to swell knowing he is producing the nectar that I can’t live without.  I stroke his massive cock as I have to use both my small hands to get a proper hold on it.   I open my mouth, aiming my GOD’s cock direct at it.  I hear Master breathing harder and moaning as I watch his balls tighten up, ready to feed me the nectar of the GODS!  Soon, the white creaming nectar blasts into my mouth, filling it up to my lips.  I so want to catch all of it and not waste the precious white nectar.  Fearing my mouth might not hold all of it, I wrap my lips around the head and swallow!  I look up to see Master’s head back, moaning loudly!  I’m so happy I could make him feel so good. 

I continue to swallow more nectar as it continues to fill my mouth nonstop.  There had to be at least 10 shots that filled my mouth.  Not only is his body a masterpiece of perfection but so are his balls to produce that much nectar, especially after fucking me so much last night and this morning!   

When Master recovers he looks down at me with a smile.   

“So, hungry, aren’t you, my boy!”

I nod my head up and down with the cockhead still tightly between my lips. I milk every last drop of the nectar from his cock.  His hard cock feels so right in my hands.  This is where I belong, worship my Master.  I vow to dedicate my life to the service of my Master until the day I die!  I have to have his nectar.  Once you taste it you would be just like me!   I can only imagine that all the boys are just as addicted to his nectar as I am.  What I didn’t know was that my addiction started last night when I ate the cum from the feeder in my cell.  It was Master’s cum that has special addictive properties.   Even if I did know that I wouldn’t have cared.  It doesn’t change the fact that I now crave my Master’s nectar for as long as I live. 

Master rinses off and then steps out of the shower. 

“Boy, quickly clean up and then come dry your Master.”

I have to force myself to come out of my addictive hase and softly say, “Yes, Master!”

Then soap up my body quickly and then rinse off.  I crawl out of the shower as Master is drip drying at the sink while he brushes his teeth.  I grab a warm towel from a towel rack and crawl behind him.  He ignores me as I dry his feet and work my way up his back and shoulders.  He continues to brush his teeth as he turns around, allowing me to dry his front side.  I dry his free arm. When I’m done with that arm, he swaps the toothbrush with it so I can dry his other arm.  So, drops of water fall to his chest so I wipe it dry again.  I walk around him to make sure he is completely dry.   I don’t want to fuck up and feel the cane again!  When I think I got everything I drop the towel into a laundry shoot. 

Master orders, “Hands and knees.”

Master then sits on the toilet and points between his legs, spreading them wide for me.  

I get between his legs on my hands and knees. 

“OPEN!”

The command makes me respond instantly!  

Master grabs his cock and points it to my mouth.  I think I might get more nectar.  So, I crawl forward putting the head of his cock in my mouth.  

“CLOSE TIGHTLY!”

I do as commanded.

Immediately, I am hit with hot piss that I didn’t expect.  I have to swallow quickly to keep up.  Once again, I fear of fucking up so I focus only on swallowing the golden nectar as fast as possible. 

“MILK ME,” Master commands. 

So, I grab his half-hard cock and milk every last drop of the golden nectar.  Master finishes taking a dump then I hear water spraying.  Curiously, I look into the toilet to see a water jet cleaning Master’s asshole.     

Master points to a hand towel as he stands and turns around.  I get the message and grab the towel, wiping his ass dry.  DAM! I have a longing to lick his ass again.  Yet, just as I was about to lean forward, Master turns back around and walks out of the bathroom. 

“Brush your teeth and meet me at the elevator.  Under the sink is a toothbrush my houseboy uses.”

I whisper, “Yes, Master,” as he leaves without looking back.

I open the door under the sink to see a metal cup with a toothbrush sticking out of it.  I’m nervous and grossed out about using someone else’s toothbrush but I have my orders.  I hope the houseboy is okay with it.  I guess he has to be since Master ordered me to use it. 

I find another cup that says organic toothpaste.  I guess they make their own toothpaste.  I guess that makes sense being a self-sustaining community.  

There is another cup on the counter with the same organic toothpaste.  I pick it up and smell it.  It smells minty.   I smell the house slaves toothpaste and it smells earthy like it is homemade.  I guess they add mint to Master’s toothpaste.  Again it makes sense he gets the better-smelling stuff. 

I quickly brushtooth.  It is grainy so I guess the stuff should work OK.  Master must want his slaves to be healthy.  That gives me some reassurance that I should get good healthcare.  I wonder if there is a doctor on site to care for us. 

After brushing, I wipe my face with the hand towel that I use to wipe Master’s ass since it’s the only towel left to use.  I don’t think Master would want me to use a new towel without his permission. The memory of being caned comes back to me.  So, get on all fours, rush out of the bathroom, and down the hall to the elevators.  I don’t see Master at first so I kneel facing the elevators.  Instinctively, I place my hands behind my back.  It just seems like the right thing to do. 

I hear movement in the kitchen then footsteps heading toward me.  I feel a large hand on my head, rubbing it a couple of times.  I realize it must be Master.  I love his touch, smiling to myself.  He steps beside me and clips a leash to my collar.  

“COME!”

Master says with a commanding voice.  Remembering what Master said about crawling, I crawl after him into the elevator.

Once again, I kneel with my hands behind me as the elevator descends.  I wonder where Master is taking me.

The elevator opens to a foyer with a marble floor leading to an outside glass door.  I see people walking by except they are all naked and all men.  My caged dick tries to get hard as I realize Master is going to take me out for a walk.  It will be the first time others who are not slaves will see me in public.  Even though it excites me, I’m also nervous as hell!  Before, I can think about it more, Master walks forward tugging at my leash.  I have no choice but to crawl after him.  

“STAND!”

Once again he uses a commanding voice that makes me move almost without thinking about it.  

“NOW! Always stand to my right and just behind me slightly.  I want to be able to see you out of the corner of my eye. Yet, behind me to show your status!”
 
I whisper, “Yes, Master.”

“LOUDER!  DON’T BE ASHAMED OF WHAT YOU ARE!”

I raise my voice and it echoes in the hallway, “YES, MASTER!”

“BETTER!  Now let’s show you off to the community.  Everyone is going to enjoy seeing my latest acquisition.”

Acquisition?  It’s like he is showing off his latest property to the neighbors.  I guess he is in a way.  He says I’m his property now. I even admitted as much to him and myself. Why wouldn’t Master want to show off what he owns, me? 

With that thought, I lift my head and smile as I follow Master out the door. 

The sun is bright so I’m partly blinded so have to trust Master as he leads me to the sidewalk. When my eyes clear up I see strong naked men walking towards the town center.  They walk with confidence same as I see in Master.  Some are holding hands affectionately. Others are single. They make my legs weak and have the urge to kneel in front of them. Oh shit! They’re all dominant men like my Master. 

Behind them are beautiful boys on leashes. They are collared and their dicks – balls are caged like me. The boys follow their dominant man like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Seeing everyone up close, I realize this is a community of naked Masters and slaves. 

The dominant men are of all ages. While, the submissives are all young, 18 or older but no more than upper 20s at the most.  

What set the dominants most apart from the slaves is the slave’s complete lack of hair. Like me, they are hairless, not even eyebrows. They must all have to go through the same treatment as me. Even without the collar and cage, there is no mistaking who is who. I guess that’s the point. Plus, it makes us look younger too. That also must be the point of removing our hair. These dominant men must like young slaves.  If I was them I guess I would too. Who wouldn’t want a young slave to own?  All the slaves are holding empty bags. I wonder why. 

As we stand watching them pass. They all acknowledge Master by calling him ‘Father’.  It doesn’t surprise me since he is a father of the church in this community. Yet, when each slave passes they all stare at Master’s cock and lick their lips. Are they all in love with Master too? 

One dominant stops and chats with Master. The slave with the Dom kneels beside his man. Yet, his eyes never leave Master’s cock. I know that look, it’s the same look the houseboy has when he sees Master. I laugh to myself, I must have the same look when I’m up close to his cock.  

His scent is intoxicating, especially his cock. To my surprise, Master snaps his fingers and points between his legs. Without much thought, I quickly kneel in front of him. Soon the other slave with the Dom is beside me. Master places his huge hands on each of our heads and pulls us to him. We stick out our tongues and lick each side of Master’s growing cock. Our tongues touch each other so we savor each other and Master at the same time. All I care about is pleasing my Master. I feel the same is true for the other slave. I have no idea who this boy is but we have one thing in common, we are in love with Master’s cock. We both want his nectar because we fight over lick the percum leaking out of the head. This slave is just as addicted to Master’s nectar as I am. Are all the slaves in this community addicted to Master’s cum?  Has Master fucked them all? I’m starting to understand the power Master has in this community. By controlling the hearts of the slaves he controls all Doms as well. Them calling him ‘Father’ is more than just a title. It’s a form of respect. 

Master pulls us off his cock before we can make him give us what we so want. I hear a sigh come from the other slave. So I know he is just as disappointed as I am. 

Master and the Dom start walking towards the town center, pulling the other slave and me alone with them. 

I stare at the naked backside of the Doms before us. Both are strong handsome men with an air of confidence I saw in any man before. Is it because they own us or because they can be free to be who they are meant to be, Alphas of the world they live in?  Maybe both, since without us would they be the Alphas they are now?   I’m happy they have us to satisfy their Alpha needs. 

As we walk, I glance over at the slave next to me. He is watching our Doms in the same way I am.  Then I remembered what Master told me before we left the house. So, I quickly change my position so I’m to his right side and behind him but close enough so he can see me.  I lick my lips as now can see his huge cock swinging back and forth. I get rewarded with the head of his cock passing his right thigh. Fuck it’s so beautiful!

My poor dick tries to get hard in its prison but it’s impossible.  Master has taken complete control of me and I don’t care as long as I can service his magnificent cock! 

We soon reach the town center.  It’s busy with men shopping with a slave or two behind them.   I now see that these slave boys are no longer carrying empty bags.  They are carrying the items that their Man are purchasing.  Master says goodbye to the man he was walking with and enters a shop.  The shop owner quickly comes out from behind the counter to greet Master. 

“OH! Father.  It’s so good to see you again today.  Is there anything I can help you with?”

I can tell, from the tone of his voice that he wants to please Master.  Master ignores the man and continues to walk around the shop.  I follow close behind him.   Everything in the shop is homemade.  Master stops at a table of wooden paddles.  They are beautiful and can tell someone took their time to make them.  At first, I don’t understand why someone would make a paddle so beautiful for a kitchen.  That’s until Master picks one up and before I know it, my ass stings.  

I jump in surprise and yelp, “OH FUCK!”

“SHUT UP, BOY!  Don’t disrespect this kind Sir with such vulgar language.”  

 “Yes, Mas.. I mean Father.”

At the last second, I remember everyone calls Master, Father in public.  Master smiles at me but then hits me three more times on the ass hard.  It is still sore from the caning earlier so I bit my lower lip to stay quiet.    

“Sir, these are very nice.   They look like a newer style?”

“Yes, Father.  My son makes them.  He designs and makes this newer style.  He says they are stronger than the ones I make.”

“Well, It doesn’t hurt to have some father and son competition, is it?”

“No, Father.  He’s becoming just as good or better than his old man.  I taught him everything know about corporate punishment instruments.”

Despite the pain in my ass, I glance around the shop to see lots of instruments of would cause great pain to my body.   Suddenly, I’m scared of what else Master might pick up and test on me.  Master sets the paddle down and walks over to another table of single tail whips!  I watch in fear as Master picks up a short three-foot-long whip.   

He lets go of my leash and orders, “Turn around boy.”

Nervously, I turn around.  I’m so scared.  I’ve seen guys getting whipped in porn but know they are faking.  Yet, I realize that this is real and I’m about to be whipped for the first time in my life. 

I suddenly jump as I feel the air move behind me then a loud crack.  I realized that Master didn’t actually hit me.  I relax someone thinking that Master was just testing out the whip.  Now less fear when I feel the air, move behind me and then a loud crack.  Yet, this time, what comes after the crack, causes me to scream as loud as I can.  
    
Master was practicing just so he could hit the proper spot on my back.  Master swings the whip four more times, causing me to scream as my whole back stings.  Then all at once a rush of pleasure hits me. I feel lightheaded the same way I felt after being caned.  The rest of the day, I feel happy as the stinging in my back turns to a dull ake.  I now understand what I read online about something called “Sub Space”.   Master then picks up a cane and uses it down the back side of my legs, causing me to bend them as the pain runs down each leg.   Yet, this time it don’t seem to hurt as bad as it did this morning.  All day I’m left with a permanent smile on my face. By the end of the day, I want Master to hit me again!   I’m so messed up but I have to adjust to my new life.  If getting high from a whipping is the price then so be it!  I’m just happy that ‘Sub Space’ exists for me or I might not enjoy my enslavement! 

Master leaves the shop with me carrying more instruments of wonderful torture.  I’m now proud to carry Master’s purchases for him.  At some level, I can’t wait for Master to use them on me again!   I glance down at the bag and smile.  

Master goes into a few more shops but doesn’t buy anything else.  I do notice that no currency has exchanged.  However, there is something on all the Men’s wrists.  They somehow use it every time they buy something.  It must be the way they pay for things.  

I also noticed that all the manual labor in the shops are done by young slave boys.  I wonder what happens to the boys when they get older.  

At the end of “Main Street” is a farmers market.  More men are selling their fresh produce.  Each man has a slave boy or two attending their booths.   The men take care of the sales while the slaves keep the stock on the tables full.  They also gather whatever the buyers want to purchase.  Whenever Master picks something up one of these slave boys hands me a basket for Master put the things he wants in it.  I carry out in front of me as Master places fresh vegetables in the basket.  When Master is finished with his purchases, one of the slave boys tending the booth, bags the produce and hands a bag to me.  By the time we are done shopping at the farmers market, my hands are full of heavy bags that I have to carry.  Instead of going back where we came from, Master takes a different route.  We pass by the outskirts of the town center.  Along the route, we pass fields that have some of the produce I’m carrying.  I then notice the slaves in the fields are older, 30 years or older.   OH SHIT!  That is what I have to look forward to when I no longer look young for the Doms to use in their shops in town or I assume to take to their beds.  I guess I should not complain about my current conditions and savor my youth while I can.  Well, at least I have some time before I’m used for hard manual labor.  I need to make the most out of being young.  To me, it seems like a long way off.

As we leave the town center the road becomes dirt with fields on either side of us.   We are alone now except for seeing some slaves off in the fields. 

Without looking back Master starts explaining more about this place and its history. 

“Boy, my great great grandfather homesteaded the land. It’s been in our family for generations. We used to have multiple generations working the land.  Originally, we never owned slaves and the family worked the land. We distrusted outsiders so only grew enough food for our family group. However, the 1800’s pandemics hit our family hard.  Whipped out all of our females. So, out of necessity, the males agreed to satisfy each other’s needs.  However, we need more manpower to work the land. Yet, my ancestors started to enjoy men a lot more than females.  Like any society of just men, a hierarchy was formed. Some males were the natural Alphas and some were naturally submissive.  The submissives become servants to the Alphas. Age didn’t determine who would become Alphas or servants.  No, we let nature take its course. The males were given a choice to either become an Alpha or a servant.  They were tested to make sure that their natural tendency for domination or submission was true.  So, my family has long known that there are two types of people in the world, Alphas or submissives.”

WOW! His whole family become a family of gay men, literally!  Not only gay but Dominants and submissives.  

“That is when the church tried to reform us of our ‘so-called’ devilish ways. However, they failed and gave up and approached us with a proposal. We needed men to work the land and they needed food for their church.  They will give us young healthy men that they can’t reform for their devilish ways. However, these men can never be seen again.  In that case, my family told the church they only wanted submissive males who are sexually attracted to strong dominant men. The church agreed and that is how you became my property. In fact, all the servants are my property since I’m the leader of my family.  They all worship me as their savior.”

Master stops and turns to me. 

“I saved you from the prison of your parents’ ownership of you.  Since you’re a submissive, you have always been a servant all your life. There was no changing that!” 

Master smirks at me knowingly. I know he is right. Under my parent’s control, it felt like a prison.  More so than other teens since I’m gay and my family would hate me if I came out to them.  I had to hide my true self.   

“You see my boy, I saved you from that prison. You’re now free to be who you are meant to be.  Do you have any questions?”

“Master, I have so many questions. The first one that comes to mind is why am I addicted to your cum?  I can’t stop thinking about your gorgeous cock and milking it of your delicious nectar.”

Master laughs. It’s a deep laugh that causes shivers to run down my spine, making me feel even more inferior and stupid for asking the question. 

He grabs my face in both hands. 

“Boy, you make me laugh because you’re the first to realize my cum is the nectar of the GODS. My seed is special. You drank it before you first worshiped me in person.”

I yell out, “The feeding tube!” 

I realize in my excitement, I yelled at my Master so I look at him with shame. 

“It’s OK, my boy. We are alone and I love how smart you are. You are a quick learner. That will serve me well. Yes, the feeding tube is mixed with my Family’s cum / nectar.  The Alphas of my family have drank water from a special spring that enhances our cum.  It makes submissives more subservient to us.  As my boy so astutely observed, it’s addictive.  It’s one of the reasons for keeping the land in our family. Can you imagine what would happen if the people got ahold of this knowledge?”

My eyes open wide.  A bad person could create a synthetic version and create an army of devoted slaves.  I laugh to myself that is what Master is doing.  Yet, it is not as bad as making over half of the people in the world, slaves.  If the location of the spring got out, it would be the end of free will for all submissives of the world. 

Then I realized that there are hundreds of slaves in his community, “Master, how do you get so much nectar to feed all of your servants?”

“Well, at first I fuck each servant I acquire from the church. Since the nectar as you call it, comes from the source it causes a deep addiction to the submissive.  After that, only takes a little bit to keep my servants to be addicted to me.”

“But, Master, at the end of my feeding I swear I tasted a lot of nectar.”

“You’re a smart one, aren’t you? Yes, towards the end of your first feeding. you’re were consuming 100 percent of my nectar.  It made you really for your induction to me, as your savior.” 

I nod my understanding. All the whispers as he fucked me was training to worship him as my God and Owner.  I smile, it worked too!  He is my savior. 

“Master, why are you telling me all this? Aren’t you afraid I might escape and tell the world what you are doing here?” 

Master laughs deeply again. 

“My boy, do you want to escape?” 

“OH NO, MASTER,” surprised how determined I said it. 

“That’s why. You’re already my devoted servant. You will worship me as your Owner, Master, and GOD for the rest of your life. You will never escape because my beautiful boy, you will never want to. You’re mine now and you know it.”

I look into my Master’s eyes and know he is right. 

“Besides, remember that the collar you wear has a global esim chip. I can find you anywhere in the world. I am telling you this because you’re smart and I need smart devoted servants to be by my side for the next phase in my Family’s future.  We are going into the export business.”

Master trances his hands alone with my collar and his other hand on caged dick and balls.  I wonder what he is going to be exporting. 

“Now, as is my Family’s long-standing tradition, I’m about to introduce my latest property to my family.  You have done well so far.  Make your Master proud to own you, my boy.”

Master turns and pulls me down a driveway to a very large and old log home.  I realize this must be the homestead of the property that his family settled so many years ago. 

When we reach the long stone porch, a younger man comes out of the house.  He looks like a younger version of Master. 

“Father, I see you have a new boy.”

I smile at the younger man and have an urge to kneel in front of him.  Master presses on my back and pushes me forward. 
 
I stubble I little since my knees are giving out. I fall on my hands and knees. Then crawl to the younger man’s naked feet. The closer I get, the more powerful the urge to suck his cock and get the nectar I so desperately need.  Yet, I hold off, afraid of going too far. So, I do the next best thing and kiss his feet, left then right.  I then look up to stare at his cock, seeing delicious nectar leaking out of the head. 

“Father, I was just fucking my slave. So, your new boy must have some good control.”

I lick my lips wanting so badly to lick the nectar.  I can smell it and I fight the urge so much!  I want to show this man I’m just as special as Master claims I am. Then it hits me. This young man must be Master’s son.  Once again, calling his dad ‘Father’ has a double meaning. 

Then I hear someone else on the porch. A young man comes out from behind the son on all fours. His face, except for no hair and a slave collar, looks identical to the beautiful son I’m kneeling in front of.  They must be identical twins.   Oh Shit. One son enslaved the other. Master did say that is how his family dynamic works. Yet, seeing it in person is a bit of a shock! Except, imagining the twins fucking each other kind of hot!  

The Alpha son rubs his slave brother’s head and smiles down at me. 

“Dad, he is beautiful just the way we like them.  He will make a good addition to our family’s harem.”

“Son, as you well know, we don’t use those words. He is our servant and is our worshiper, not our harem of slaves. We must keep up appearances if outsiders ever show up at our gates. Now stop torturing the poor boy and give him what he needs.” 

Exasperated, the Alpha son replies, “Yes… Father. Dam! You’re no fun! Although, they are our slaves and you know it.”

With that, the Alpha son grabs my head and guides me to his beautiful cock. I open wide and stick out my tongue. I lick the head clean of the wonderful nectar left over from fucking his brother.  DAM!  It’s just as good as his father’s.  I love this family! 

I clean his cock, tasting the ass juices of his brother.  Yet, I don’t care because the leftover nectar tastes so good!  I use my mouth to milk his cock clean of as much of the nectar as possible!  

The son pats me on the head then grabs my collar, pulling me off his cock. 

Looking down at me, “Good boy!  Does my cum taste good?”

Feel so wonderful, I blurt out, “OH GOD, YES SIR!”

He laughs!  “Dad this one is special as you said.”

“Yes Son, he is.  Let’s go inside.  We have something to discuss.”

“Yes Dad, We do.”

Master grabs my leash once again and pulls me into the large log home.  When we get inside, we enter a large living room with multiple areas for sitting.  This is the biggest livingroom I have ever seen.  Master moves a recliner, pulling me between his legs as he sits.  He pulls my head into him, pressing my face into his balls.

“Lick”

I quickly start licking as I hear his sons sit down in what I assume is the recliner next to us. Then sounds of licking matching my own can be heard.   Fuck!  The thought of one son licking the balls of the other gets me excited.  That only makes me want to taste my Master’s balls more.  Maybe stimulating his ball will reward me with his nectar. 

“Son, how are the improvements to the collars coming along?”

“The first production collars are coming off the line now.  The slaves can make 10 collars a week.  I will have them ready for shipment to Master Frank this week.”

“Son, you are positive that the collars will administer the antidote if we send commands to the collars.”

“Yes… for the hundredth time!   The collars are ready to administer the antidote anytime you command them to.”

“OK, Sorry, I trust you.  It is just important that this works or the whole world could be at stake.  If the special water gets into the wrong hands we need a backup plan.  The collars and the antidote are our backup plan.  That is the only reason I agreed to produce the collars for Master Frank.  He is a powerful man and is determined to make voluntary slavery legal across the country and eventually the world.  As you know, a smart company could find out why the water makes our cum so addictive and increases the submissions in our servants. The antidote will remove the addictions to our cum and return the subs to their natural submissiveness.”      

“Yes… Dad…. I have heard this a hundred times.  We have gone through all the test trials and the collars work.”  

“OK! Then send them out with your most loyal servants.  Master Frank wants 5 collars ASAP and another 5 collars.  He will be enslaving his first family this week.”

WOW! Even in my semi-foggy state from the son’s nectar, I understood the implications of what Master is saying. Who is this Master Frank and why does he want to legalize voluntary slavery?  

This interaction with father and son has gotten both men excited.  Master is fully hard now.  I glance at his son, he too is hard.   Master grabs my collar, pulling me up and onto his massive cock.   Master doesn’t waste any time, forcing his cock deep into my throat.  Next to us, I hear sucking sounds coming from his sons.  The submissive twin must be sucking his Alpha brother like I am.   

Master uses me hard, driving my head up and down so fast that I can’t breathe.   He growls as he fucks my throat without mercy.   Just before I’m about to pass out, he dumps a massive load directly into my stomach.   He lets go of my head and I quickly pull up to breathe.   Some of his nectar gets on my tongue as I pull up.  Even in my state, I still love the delicious nectar.  Master is right!  His family’s nectar is powerful.  If it got into the wrong hands it would be disastrous.     

As soon as I catch my breath to feel the dizziness subside, I dive back onto his cock so I can taste the nectar I love so much.  I grab his cock and milk every last drop.  It comes out in a stream now and I love it!   

I look to see Master’s eyes closed, enjoying my mouth.  So, I lick his cock until it goes almost soft.  I have never seen his cock go completely soft.  I am not sure if it is the special water or his genes but this man’s cock is always ready to fuck!

After Master recovers, I continue to hold my mouth onto his cock.  I never want to let go. As I’m licking, a blast of piss is forced into my mouth.  I quickly close it tightly and swallow as fast as I can. I should have expected this.  I have to piss right after shooting too.  I swallow what seems like gallons of the warm yellow nectar.  Now the cum in my stomach starts to take its effects as it seems to go directly into my bloodstream. I sense of peace comes over me.  This is so wonderful.  

“Dad, I know since he has had so much of your cum you will need to keep him as your personal slave.”

Smiling, “Yes, Son. I know.  That is why I brought him here.”

“So, I assume he knows about the special water and has heard everything we said.”

“Yes, He knows.  I’m keeping him as my personal slave, replacing Victor.”

“Oh sorry about that.  I needed a test subject that is so hooked on your cum, like Victor was, to prove the antidote works.”

“I know, Son.  I miss him but sacrifices had to be made.  The world’s submissives are at stake.  It was my idea to use him.”

“Dad, I placed him with Andrew and Guss.  They are taking good care of him.  He is a natural submissive after all.  He is just back to being what he was born as.  A slave will always be a slave, with or without our cum to help them along.”

“Good!  They will take good care of him.  Also, I’m proud of you, Son.  I know it has been hard to make the antidote and the sacrifices we had to do for our family.”

“Dad, my younger brother is still happy without my cum.  Rusty is still devoted to me.  He just doesn’t worship me like he used to.  Yes, that is sad but we have to adjust.  He is now helping me with the next generation of devices.  Rusty is smart and now has more time to do the research he loves.  We couldn’t have made the collar’s delivery system without him.  So, giving him the antidote was for the best.  I do miss his constant devotion to me.  However, I have my twin to take up the slack.  Right, my boy?”

The submissive twin looks up into his Alpha brother’s eyes, “Yes, Master.  I will do my best to serve you with all my heart.   I love you so much, Master”

The submissive twin then continues to suck his Alpha brother.  The look on his face is the same as mine.   He is just as much of a slave to this brother as I am to my Master.  

“See Dad all is well.  You don’t have to worry about me.”

Just then a huge man enters the house.  He is a giant of a man, 6ft 5inch tall with a massive frame and muscles that match the frame!   Behind him are two even larger men on leashes.  All three men could be bodybuilders in another world outside this community.   It’s clear that one is the Master and the other two are slaves considering they are locked in heavy-duty collars that must weigh a lot!  Like me their dick and balls are locked away, most likely never to be free.  After staring at them I see they must be twins.  The slaves look older than the Master by at least 20 years but it is hard to tell being hairless.   

Master calls out, “Nephew!  You look pumped.”

The nephew smiles brightly, “Uncle, HELL YES.  We just worked the land.  My slaves plowed several acres for next year’s crop.  I had to give them some encouragement.”

He pats a wipe coiled up on his hip.  A shiver of fear runs down my spine imagining what a whip like that would feel like.  The twin slaves look like beasts of burned and I have no doubt they could pull a plow easily.   Between the two of them, they could easily overpower their Master.  Yet, seeing the look on their faces I know they are hooked on their Master’s nectar just like me. 

“Excellent, so you like having my older brothers as your servants?”

WTF! Now I see the resemblance to Master.  Without hair, all of the family slaves were more alike to each other than their family.  Similar to the way the military shaves all the hears of their soldiers’ hair off.  It makes the soldier realize they are owned by the military.  I assume this is the same mind control that the military uses. 

“Hell Yeah!  They are hard workers.  Thanks for giving them to me for my birthday.  They are my prized hard labor slaves.  All of the other slaves want to be like them.  I’m proud to own hard-working animals like them.”

The nephew is talking about his Uncles like they are working farm animals.  Fuck that is exactly what they are.  I have a feeling that is going to be my future someday if I don’t perform as the best personal slave to my Master. 

I watch as the nephew points to a space across from the chairs that my Master and his son are sitting in.  Quickly, the twin slaves crawl into the empty space and face away from each other.  Then they move their asses so they are touching.  I watch in awe as the Nephew climbs on top of the twins, aiming his massive cock at the slave’s hole who is facing us.  In one swift motion, the Nephew enters the slave.  The other slave then raises up so his arms on his thighs so they are supporting his upper body.  The nephew then leans back, resting on the slave’s back.  They just formed a chair out of their bodies for their Master to sit on and fuck at the same time!   If I hadn’t seen it, I would never have believed something like that would be possible.  All three look like a work of art.  

Master asks, “So, how are the fields coming along?”

“For most of the fields, the harvest is almost done.  Each of the Masters are working their slaves hard to complete the harvest for our winter stock and export to the churches.  I tested out the land with my slaves today.  They plowed one of the smaller fields from last year and the dirt looks black and rich with nurturance from the composted.”

He laughs, “You should have seen my slaves when they were done.  The legs were black with wonderful topsoil.  I had to spray them down extra hard in the barn to get all the topsoil off.”

I look at the back of the slave bent over facing us.  His back is scarred with whip marks.  It looks like it was bleeding some.  I can also see some older healed whip marks.  I realize these slaves have been whipped a lot over the years.   This family takes enslaving their own seriously!  I don’t think I could handle a whip like these beasts get.    
    
All the while, the nephew is talking shop, he is fucking his slave in front of his Uncle and cousins.  It’s like sex in front of other family members is normal.  Then I remember sucking Master on the sidewalk in front of others walking by like it was an everyday occurrence.  I have to assume it is. 

The nephew comments, “It was Rusty’s idea to use the slave’s compost for the fields.”
  
“That’s good news.  Yes, Rusty is a smart servant.  He was my favorite but now has a greater purpose, serving our community with his brains instead of just his body.” 

I look up to see Master staring off into space like his remembering something.  Then his cock starts to grow again.  He must be remembering a time with his son Rusty.  Did Master also, have Rusty as a slave as some point in his life?   Did he give Rusty to his Alpha twins son like he did with his brothers to the Nephew? 

Master comes out of his daydream and looks down at me with a smile, “Turn around, boy.”

I quickly turn and Master grabs my hips.  He pulls me to him, aiming his cock at my hole.  Just like his nephew, Master shoves his cock deep into my hole in one swift pull of my hips.   I had no time to adjust!  This causes me to yelp in pain and surprise.  Fuck! Once again I feel so full.  Yet, I love the feeling especially that it’s Master’s cock inside me, not that I have had any other cock in me.  Master took my virgin hole and I’m so happy it was him! 

I’m now face to face with one of the older twin slaves. He looks me in the eyes as Master begins to fuck me. 

Master orders in his deep commanding voice, “KISS!” 

It’s like we are on autopilot, we kiss. It’s a sensual loving kiss. Unlike the dominating kiss from Master, this is tender and caring. We share our tongues as I would imagine lovers would. Like lovers we are equals in our status as slaves.  I moan from the massive cock deep in me, loving my Master using me. Yet, at the same time having a deep connection with another slave who is also moaning in pleasure from his Master’s cock.  Besides my Master, I never felt a deep connection to someone.  I thought my life of having a lover equal to me was gone forever when Master enslaved me.  Now! That dream is starting to spark back to life.  I think it might be possible in this crazy new life, I could still have a slave as a lover to share my happy and sad moments as lovers do. 

I’m kissing this other slave as if he is my lover, if only for a moment. Growing up, I so wanted a Master and lover. I was hoping to find a Master that would fit both dreams. I was also conflicted about that I wanted a dominant man to control me in every way possible. At the same time, assumed I couldn’t have both. How could I be completely controlled with no freedom and also have a lover to share a life with, to tell him about my dreams?  In my mind, they were polar opposite ideas. So, when Master enslaved me I gave that part of me up. Now however maybe I can have both. It is selfish and unrealistic in the world I live in. Especially beginning addicted to my Master.  

Then imagine that the twin slaves before me might be lovers. In this crazy family, it could be possible.  If so why not me too? 

So, I kiss a slave twice my age with all the passion I can muster.  

Then I feel Master lean over me and I hear sounds of kissing coming from above me.  Master does have a lover. It’s his hot nephew. 

Next, I hear more fucking and kissing beside us, and realize that the twin sons are also making love too. 

I now look forward to the future as a slave, a perfect life for me! 

“Im gonna get a pretzel i’ll be back you just stay here and try on some of those outfits.” My boyfriend says as he jesters towards the door. “Don’t go anywhere.” He warns. I nod watching as he walks out of the store. Taking my pick of my clothes into the small dressing room shutting a white curtain behind me. I stare into the mirror pressing a hung up pair of cargos up against my body, seeing if it peaked my style, which usually suited as sweatpants and a regular white tees but that’s something else that comes along with having a boyfriend. 

I began to pull down my sweatpants before the sound of the curtain pulling back spikes my ears, i turn to the entrance of the small dressing room. ‘what the hell’ I think. “Oh. Shit didn’t see you come in.” He says excusing the fact id became practically pantsless infront of his eyes. “But you don’t mind if i change in here?” He says in a soft tone. pointing towards the floor stepping in with three random clothing choices. I sweep my sandy blonde hair back and lock eyes with him. “Uh- well m-my boyfriend could find it very suspicious.” I say hoping to shoo the tedious tall man away in a dubious tone. “Oh there’s no need to be afraid of me.” He says inching closer. He shrugs. “I mean, we are both men.” ” O-Ok.” I look away from the strange man facing the mirror as he takes a full step into the room immediately removing his shorts.

My eyes shoot down as he continues to undress himself, fully removing my own pants i continue to keep my eyes low being sure not to see something i’m not meant to. “You don’t have to look away, there’s nothing to hide.” He says. An apprehensive feeling tickled my spine as the words flew out of his mouth. I quickly slip on the cargo pants, sliding them off right after finding them the perfect fit. I bend over to select another pair of pants, quickly feeling something slide up against my thigh slyly. I quickly buckle my knees turning to face the tall black man , his cold stare meeting my nervous one. My eyes shoot down to his naked cock, thick and scrambled with pubescent hairs.

Taken aback i quickly pick up my choice of pants, “I-im so sorry but i really must be going my boyfriends probably outside of the dressing room right now the line was probably really long.” I say trying to smoothly excuse myself out of the room in a respectful manner. He grabs hold of my arm. “Cmon..where you goin’ we was just about to have us some fun..” He trails off, pulling me closer. I forcefully push off of him hoping he’d catch on and just release my arm, but shockingly he didn’t and progressively held my arm tighter. “Let go of me right now.” I say wriggiling my arm in his grasp. “I said let go!” I get a little louder, he turns me around to the mirror covering my mouth with his big hand. “Shhhh….” He shushes. Removing his hand from my mouth pushing my arms behind my back, his hand that was originally on my mouth slid down to my briefs rubbing my bulge. I held back sobs as i fought against his restraint. Eventually i stopped fighting the stronger man and waited until he left his guard down to flee. Once he’d seen id stopped trying to fight back he pushed me on my knees to the ground. Before i could begin to panic his fat cock was in my face. Everytime id attempt to stand he’d place his cinder block like hands on my shoulders and push me down again, everytime i’d attempt to scream he’d slap me in the face with his big meaty hand.

Eventually i stop trying everything and just gave in awaiting for my boyfriend to arrive. “Please let me leave?” I attempted to reason. When he heard that he grasped the back of my head and pushed my head on his cock, i glued my lips shut and began shaking my head side to side trying to fight the enormous cock. 

Out of nowhere he slaps me across my face knocking the saliva out of my mouth my hand covers my cheek as i wince at the slap. His cock jerks as i began to hiccup out small sobs. He was clearly turned on. I hide my face with both of my arms hiding away in a ball. He grasps my wrists pushing them down to my side. “Come on, we don’t have much time doll.” He says, he grabs the base of his cock shoving it into my mouth without permission. He slams cock into my throat. i try to spit out his cock but he proceeds to push his cock deeper into my throat. I gag and choke whilst trying to push off of his thighs, he continues until eventually the sound of my boyfriend comes to my attention. “Jason!” He yells out. Ckchhh one curtain opens Ckchhh another. The man slides out of my throat. He grabs my jaw tightly.”Don’t say a fucking word.” Was the last i heard of him. He rushes out of the dressing room.

That bastard of a sergeant had kicked his ass mercilessly, really all places in his body hurt him. The nastiest thing was: the pig had not done it himself, but had it done to him! As punishment for a prank he’d pulled at field training, he had to be a sparring partner, or rather punching bag, for the entire recruit boxing group, yes, right away for the whole damn lot. One of these fuckers he could easily handle; he was, after all, one of the best boxers in the camp, but twelve in a row without a break, those guys (who, of course, also smelled blood: finally letting loose on a somewhat senior!) who had really gone all out on him and didn’t know when to stop. Especially against the last three, he had barely managed to defend himself.

He had simply needed a few hours’ rest and had thrown himself onto his bunk, boxing trunks and all, to regain his strength. But now he was back at it again, and he had only one thought: revenge on that motherfucker! He was going to run at him and beat him k.o. with one punch, best in front of all the mates. The sarge was a little squirt, after all, and not more than a few years older … what the hell did he think he was! He made a few jumps, clenched his fists, landed some hard punches in the air and walked into the main building. There stood that faggot, explaining something to a group of recruits around him. His whole body tensed as soon as he saw him. He inconspicuously walked towards him from the side, took aim at that grinning gob and lashed out with a right direct…

The next second, he was lying on his nose on the ground. A stabbing pain in his shin told him what had happened. The sergeant had kicked his leg out from under him with one swipe. He tried to get up, but too late: he felt the weight of a body on his back, his shorts were pulled down and something moist pressed between his buttocks.

“As I said, men, rebellion is not tolerated here! And now I will show how such corporal punishment can turn out. Besides solitary confinement, we also know here what is known as anal humiliation; it goes like this…”

The sergeant may not have been that big in stature, but his cock was! A piercing pain as he entered, and then a furious pounding, alternating with fists on his body. There was no end to it. He just had to cry like a girl, would have preferred to hide his head under the ground. And worst of all: his own cock, which kept getting pounded against the ground, became painfully hard….

I am back after a long absence still dealing with the after effects of the Covid pandemic isolation and impact on returning to my employment. I welcome any positive feedback that could make my stories a better read. 

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Weekend Basketball With Benefits

Jason Murphy is an architect in a small four-person firm. He and  his friend and coworker Daniel joined the firm at the same time five years ago. Since then Jason has made a name for himself. One of his residential designs was a cover story featured in Architect Magazine and he has twice been nominated for the national American Architect award for commercial buildings. Taking a break Jason went to the employee kitchen to get  another cup of coffee.

“Hey bud” Daniel said greeting Jason. “If you got a sec can you sit? I got something to run past you.” Pulling up a chair Jason sat down as Daniel continued. “You still play basketball right? I know we used to play half court when we were at the university.”

“Haven’t played in a while but I play some one on one hoops every so often. Why are you asking about b-ball?”

“You know I play with a group of guys at the Y.M.C.A. on Saturday mornings. One of the guys got transferred out of state so we’re looking to find someone to take his spot. We play five on five but we can’t do that with him gone. The guys would like you to join our Saturday games.”

“Well yes I think I’d like that. I’m bored on the weekends and it would help get me get back in shape. I’m getting a little long in the tummy and I’ve lost my college preppy boy abs.”

“Great. The Y is a large facility and Saturday is a busy day so expect a lot of people. There’s a three court gym. We reserve a half court Saturdays for two hours 10:00 to noon.”

Jason found the gym and saw Daniel at the center court. “Hey glad you could make it” Daniel smiled. “You’ll meet all the guys but don’t worry about remembering all the names.” Daniel introduced Jason as they showed up. The last arrival was a tall blonde guy with brown eyes and a killer smile.

“Hey there, I’m Sam” he said shaking Jason’s hand. “Sam Keller and it’s good to have you with us but be warned we won’t go easy on you just because you’re the new guy” he said with a wink and a grin.

“I would expect nothing less” Jason said returning the smile.

The game was over and everyone was heading out. “Hey Jason, hold up a sec.” Walking to the parking lot Sam mentioned again how good it was to have Jason with them. “You got some pretty good moves on the court. You’re a hard one to guard. Maybe next week we could grab a beer after.”

“Of course, sounds good” Jason replied. As he was leaving he thought to himself. ‘Sam Keller, you are hard to forget. Holy shit, six foot plus, obviously fit with those dark brown eyes and that smile. Oh god, that smile just melts me’.

Jason woke, excited that it was Saturday. Putting on a Nike tee, a black jock and a ratty pair of gym shorts he put on his new sneakers he bought earlier that week and headed out. Arriving at the gym, Aaron met him holding out a small bag. “We’re doing ‘shirts and skins’ today. Take a tile and  a number. Odds are shirts, evens are skins.” Reaching in the bag, Jason pulled the number 3 tile, a ‘shirt’. When Sam arrived Jason found himself excited to see if they would be on the same team or if Sam would be a skin for today’s game.

“Number 8 I’m a skin” Sam called out quickly peeling his tee shirt off tossing it aside off the court into the end zone.

Jason inhaled sharply staring at Sam. ‘Holy fuck’ he thought. ‘Look at that smooth chest and those abs. Damn he’s hot and that thick treasure trail from his navel into the shorts. I wonder what other treasure he is keeping down there’. Realizing he was ogling Sam’s body Jason turned away refocusing trying not to bone an erection in his jock and shorts.

After the game Sam asked, “You still good for a beer?”

“Of course” Jason answered. “I’ll meet you at the Keg.”

Sitting at the bar Sam asked. “So in the interest of getting to know you better are you an out-door type of guy? The reason I ask is I’m going up on Rainier tomorrow and hike an easy trail at Paradise Ridge. It’s not a steep hike, mostly flat. I was wondering if you would like to come with me? I do a small backpack with some water and a light lunch.”

“Sounds good to me” Jason replied. “That could be a fun day. I have a pair of good hiking boots.”

“Great” Sam said with a twinkle in his eye and a wide grin. “It’s a two hour drive to the trail head on Rainier so we would need an early start. Meet me at the I-5 park and ride at 6:30 and we’ll head out.”

At the trail head Sam asked “Are you ready? Just remember however far we hike in we have to hike back out.” Two hours later the trail turned a corner into a clearing with a small lake of clear blue water. “Oh yea, would you look at that!” Sam exclaimed. Sitting on a rock out-cropping he dropped his backpack and took his tee shirt off. Untying his boots he took them and his socks off. Standing up, he unzipped his shorts dropping them and his briefs to his ankles. Tossing them aside he walked naked to the lake.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Jason asked.

“I’m going in for a swim. It’s ninety plus fucking degrees today and I want to cool off a bit.”

“Are you crazy?” Jason protested. “What if someone comes by?”

“What if they do” Sam scoffed, “let them look. Relax dude, it’s only a penis. So what if a guy sees me, it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before and who knows, if he likes what he sees it could get interesting.” Sam waded bare-ass naked into the water until his dick was at the water’s surface. Turning to Jason wagging his dick he yelled back. “Come on in. The water’s fine and it’s not as cold as you might think.”

Taking a moment to build up his nerve Jason decided to join him. Pulling his tee shirt off, taking off his boots and socks, Jason stood stripping off. Wading into the water he stood naked next to Sam.

“You look really good naked” Sam said. “I thought there might be something good under the gym clothes but this is really nice. You have a really nice body” he said rubbing a hand on Jason’s chest. Breaking away, Sam floated on his back lazily swimming in a large circle around the pond his erection gently bouncing with each back stroke. Getting out of the water Sam lay back on the rocks feeling the warm sun on his body. Taking his dick in hand he began slowly jacking himself from a semi-hard cock to a full erection. Jason reclined on the rock to jerk off beside him impressed with Sam’s erection that had to be at least eight inches or more of uncut dick and a slight curve upward. Peeking at Jason out of the corner of his eye Sam said “With a bone like that you must like what you see. I know you were checking me out on the sly at the gym. I caught you looking me over more than once. I’m sure none of the other guys are any the wiser but I could feel you watching me.”

“Well, yea” Jason confessed blushing a bit. “I mean who wouldn’t want to look at a handsome guy built like you with those long legs, nice ass and a chest and abs to die for. And now I see you packing a great a set of balls and an uncut dick. It would be so easy for me to swallow your dick and feel it go down my throat. I do like it when I find another guy with foreskin. How big is your dick when you are fully boned and hard?”

“Just a wee bit shy of nine inches, but may as well call it at nine” Sam answered. “I’m glad I’m not cut. When I was an ignorant teenager I wondered if the foreskin would be a problem when it came to sex but that fear was quickly put to rest in high school when I started having sex with a classmate fuck buddy. And you, you look very fit and damn hot yourself. I do like the bit of chest hair. You’re doing pretty good in the dick department, uncut like me. How big are you at full on woody salute?”

“Eight inches exact, no more, no less” Jason answered.

Sam reached over putting his free hand on Jason’s hip. Moving closer to his dick Sam asked “Do you mind? Would you be okay with a helping hand?” Without a word Jason put Sam’s hand on his dick then reached across gripping Sam’s erection. For the next while they lay silently slowly stroking each other. “I want you to do something for me” Sam said. “I want to sit in front of you so I can lean back and you reach around to jerk me off.”

“You got it” Jason agreed. “Body contact is a big plus for me.” Sitting behind Sam, Jason let his chin rest on his shoulder as he reached around pulling him close. Stroking the dick with one hand, he let his free hand feel Sam’s body, rubbing his abs, tugging at the treasure trail, tweaking and pinching his nipples. Sam closed his eyes getting lost in the attention.

“Mmmmm that’s nice” Sam purred. “God you make my dick feel so good I’m leaking pre-cum. Keep jerking me just like that. You got me so hard I’m getting close. I’m gonna cum soon.” Holding Sam tighter, Jason gripped the cock harder stroking a bit faster. “Oh fuuuuccck yes” Sam moaned, his legs twitching involuntarily. “Shit, shit, shit I’m gonna blow” Sam warned panting for breath. With Sam so close to cumming Jason leaned in kissing Sam on his neck. Pinching hard on a nipple Jason stroked even faster. “Oh fucking hell yes, man. That does it, I’m gonna shoot.” His hips and legs jerked as his dick erupted launching several projectile wads of jizz arcing onto the rocks. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck” Sam hissed, his body still twitching as his orgasm slowed. “Easy, easy” Sam begged trying to pull his cock free of Jason’s grip. “My dick is super sensitive when I cum.” Turning his face to the side he gave Jason a quick kiss. “That was great. Thanks for that. Now it’s your turn. Lie back and let me work some magic on you.” Reclining on the rock, Jason put a hand behind his head as Sam knelt by his side taking the cock in his hand slowly stroking it back to a full erection. “Sweet Jesus this is a beautiful dick” he said as he slowly pulled the foreskin back. “Fuck yes” he whispered. “Look at the head on this thing.” Sam jacked the full length of Jason’s cock with long deliberate strokes.

“Mmmm yea” Jason whispered “feels great just like that.” Relaxed, Jason let his free hand drift over his body rubbing on his pecs and nipples, caressing his abs, playing with his pube bush. Taking a chance, Sam moved in close kissing Jason’s abs. Keeping a steady rhythm on his cock Sam worked his way to Jason’s chest with a trail of kisses. Putting his mouth on a nipple he licked and kissed it giving it a gentle nip with his teeth. “Fuck yes,”  Jason purred. Putting his hand on the back of Sam’s head he pushed his face firmly to his chest. “That’s a real hot spot for me. Keep that up and I’m not gonna last much longer.” Sam returned his attention to Jason’s abs. Kissing him at the navel he moved to his pubes tugging the bush with his lips making Jason softly moan. “Damn it mister, you know where my trigger  spots are?”

“Just doing what I think would feel good, same as when you were taking care of me.”

“Well keep it up cuz you’re working me up pretty good” Jason encouraged. Sam again kissed his way up Jason’s body returning to nibble and suck on the other nipple. “Oh crap” Jason whispered his body twitching. “I’m getting really close. Holy fuck sucking that nipple is making me crazy.” Sensing his tension building Sam stroked faster and harder as he bit down on Jason’s nipple again. “Holy shit. Oh god I’m gonna cum. Keep sucking and stroking. I’m almost there. Fuck yes, here it is” he yelled. As his orgasm hit, Sam watched as Jason blew his load. Looking as if his dick was pissing cum he released his load spilling four excessively long ropes of man-spunk into a huge puddle onto his navel.  Without hesitation Sam instinctively licked up and swallowed Jason’s freshly spilled load. “What are you doing?” Jason gasped as Sam got the last bit of cum licking his naval clean.

“Mmmmm yum” Sam grinned. “Damn you taste really good. I wasn’t about to let any of that go to waste. I confess I’m a bit of a cum whore and I couldn’t ignore that nice puddle of jizz. You taste salty and a bit sweet.”

“You are full of surprises. I wasn’t expecting that but I’m glad you liked it. Give me some time and I will make some more for you” Jason chuckled.

“That was a pretty big load of cum.” Sam commented. “Do you usually shoot a load like that or was this an exception of being super horny?”

“That was nothing out of the ordinary, about average. Sometimes it’s a bit more but rarely less unless it would be a rapid round two having just shot a load. I really enjoyed that though, how about you?”

Sam stretched out beside Jason and toyed with his chest. “Oh hell yes, that’s exactly what I was hoping for and needed.” Enjoying the afterglow of their orgasms they lay quiet Jason hugging Sam as they gently toyed with each other. Sam broke the silence, “Can I ask you something? I know you work with Daniel and we know he’s straight. Does he know you’re gay?”

“Probably” Jason answered. “I’m not in the closet if that’s what you mean. I don’t go out of my way to flaunt or advertise it but I’m sure he suspects. We have never really talked about it. Why do you ask?”

“If I’m gonna mess around with a guy it’s nice to know where he is so I don’t betray a confidence or ‘out’ someone unintentionally. I am definitely not in the closet. The basketball guys know I’m gay but fortunately none of them are homophobes, don’t care or think anything of it. I’m pretty sure a couple of them are gay or at least bi-curious but so far nobody has made a move or come on to me. It’s all pretty benign. If we’re dried off I say we get dressed, eat a sandwich and head back.”

The next Saturday basketball game wasn’t awkward but Sam and Jason played it cool to avoid raising any suspicion. As the game broke up Gary asked if they could cancel next Saturday. He had a conflict for the day out of town with the family. Daniel also had a conflict so it just made sense to skip. Sam agreed thinking he could take the day and get out on the dirt bikes. On the way out he called to Jason. “Hey, if you got time let’s go for a burger and beer. I got a question for you.” Sitting at the bar they ordered. “So here it goes. Are you into dirt bikes or trail bikes? That may be an odd question but I was just wondering.”

“Yea, I’ve been on bikes before. I’ve had a few motorcycles in my day. My first bike was a small trail bike then moved up to a 250 and a 360 big boy. The best bike I had was a Yamaha 850 V-twin Virago. Had it tricked out for touring, cruise control, modified extended front fork, full faring, side saddles the works so yea, pretty sure I can hold my own on a bike. Why do you ask?”

“Since Saturday is cancelled I was wondering if you would like to take my dirt bikes out. There’s a really cool place a short drive away to a place we can ride. This guy has about thirty acres of undeveloped property that he turned into a biker park. There’s one area that is steep hills with different degrees of challenge for climbing. There’s a five mile cross country trail that runs through the woods and crosses a shallow stream a couple times. On the top area of the park they built a quarter mile motocross track with long jumps, mogul hills and some really wicked chicane turns. I can put a couple bikes on my toy hauler and we could spend the day riding. If you’re game for that you could come over to my place and we head out around 9:00 and spend the day riding.”

“That sounds like a lot of fun. You bet. So I’ll see you Saturday.”

Saturday was spent at the bike park. Sam had three dirt bikes on his trailer, two 225 Enduros for the cross country run and the motocross track with the jumps and moguls. His big boy was a 360 Enduro that could easily take the hill climbs. At the end of a full day of riding they were back at Sam’s place, both tired, sweaty, covered in dust and mud. “Thanks for a spectacular day” Jason said. “I had a great time.”

“You’re more than welcome. It was a good day but we don’t have to call it quits just yet. It’s only 4:30. If we were to put something on the grill would you stick around for a while?”

“Sounds good but I’m filthy. I should probably go home, get a shower and some clean clothes. I can take care of that and come back.”

“Not to worry” Sam said. ”You could shower and clean up here if you wanted to. I’m betting we are the same size. I’m sure I have something clean and dry that would fit.”

“I am open to that plan. Lead the way” Jason said.

Walking into the house Jason took off his boots at the front door. Looking around Jason whistled softly. “Holy shit Sam, your house is amazing. I’m just trying to take it all in. Your living room is huge and that big screen tv is awesome. And this gourmet kitchen, granite everywhere, six burner cook top, double ovens. A big party patio and a pool, I mean really. So I gotta ask what do you do that lets a guy afford a place like this?”

“First off, thank you, glad you like the place but trust me when I tell you I’m certainly paying for it. As for what I do, the generic answer is a business systems analyst which tells you nothing. I work for a group that takes a look at the finances of a mega corporation. We look at their investment portfolio, their investment strategy anything and everything that has an impact on their financial health. We do all that and then come back to them with what they are doing right and suggestions on how they can improve their capital gains. Not to be a name dropper but we deal with some big hitters like Libby Foods, a major pharmaceutical group, IBM, players like that. A lot of times they are in the international market so we’re dealing with foreign banks and foreign currencies, mostly in Europe. I supervise a division of fifteen analysts. Our work is so involved we only deal with two major accounts at any given time. So there you have it. That’s what I do. Now follow me and we’ll find something for you to wear.” Sam pulled out a pair of blue nylon gym shorts. “Are you like a large tee shirt?”

“I think I’ll be fine with just the shorts. It’s hot enough today I’ll be okay with the shorts and no tee shirt.”

“Okay suit yourself. The shower is in the master bath through that door. Towels and wash cloths are in the cabinet beside the shower. That should be all you need so I’ll leave you to it.”

“Hold up” Jason said. “You gonna leave me to shower by myself? You’re just as dirty as me, I was hoping we could shower together, yes?”

“I didn’t want to assume or be too forward, but fuck yes, I’ll join you.”

Quickly stripping off their dirty clothes Jason followed San into the shower as he turned on the water adjusting the temperature. “Where to begin” Sam said. “I think I’ll start off with a shampoo and then scrub you shoulders to feet.”

“Shampoo away” Jason said. Tipping his head forward he felt Sam give him a good shot of shampoo working it to a thick lather. Rinsing his hair he turned with his back to Sam. Soaping up the wash cloth he started at the shoulders, down his arms, under his arms and down his sides. More soap on the wash cloth Sam continued scrubbing his back and down his legs. He finished off with a lot of suds on his butt working the lather into his butt crack making sure to scrub his fuck pucker with a solid finger rub.

“Damn you have a great ass” Sam gushed giving Jason’s but crack another good rub. “Okay, rinse off and then you do me.”

Grabbing the shampoo Jason repeated the process on Sam. Rinsed off they turned to face each other. “Soap me up big guy” Jason said to Sam. “We can do our fronts together at the same time.” With both of them soaped up they washed each other’s chests, down the abs. They worked up a thick lather of suds rubbing the bar of soap in their pubes. Grabbing each other’s dicks they washed their cocks and balls making sure everything was squeaky clean. Taking a bit longer than necessary Sam worked on Jason’s cock. Feeling his dick start to chub up, Jason warned, “Be careful there mister. You don’t want to start something you can’t finish.”

“Would that be a promise or a threat?” Sam asked with a laugh. “I think we’re done and best to stop here. I’m going to dry off and get dressed. When you’re done join me in the kitchen.” Coming down the hall Jason saw Sam also shirtless and wearing only a pair of shorts carrying all their dirty clothes. “Thought I’d put these in the laundry while we eat. I’m sure they’ll be dry by the time we’re done.”

When Sam came back into the kitchen Jason asked, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Yes there is” Sam replied “but first things first. What would you like to drink? There’s beer in the fridge or if you want something stronger we can get something from the bar. I have vodka, rum or whatever. I’m gonna fix a Jack and coke for myself.”

“Oh yea” Jason cooed. “A Jack and coke would be good. Make mine a strong double. I like a little bit of coke with my Jack.”

Setting their drinks on the island Sam delegated things to do. “I’ll light the grill and prep the steaks. There’s a container of potato salad in the fridge for our veggie. If you want to fix the salad there’s a bag of mixed lettuce in the crisper drawer. You can slice up a tomato, a cucumber or however fancy you want to make it. Plain lettuce is okay, too. Salad dressings are in the door, Ranch, Blue Cheese and maybe some Italian. We can eat on the patio next to the pool.”

With the table set, all the food on the table, Sam dropped the steaks on the grill with a sizzle. “These are thick cut rib eye. How do you want it? I take mine medium rare, very pink and juicy but not bloody.”

“Same here” Jason confirmed. “Again, another something in common.”

After a few minutes Sam turned the steaks and checked the temperature with a meat thermometer. “Almost there. About four more minutes and we’ll be ready. I think the washer is done. I’ll be right back. Would you refresh the drinks while I put the clothes in the dryer?” Checking the steaks one more time Sam turned off the grill and put the steaks on the plates. “Dig in and enjoy” Sam said tossing some salad in his side bowl.

“Now this is absolute perfection” Jason said savoring the taste of a perfectly grilled steak.

“Not to brag but that is pretty damn good” Sam agreed. Eating in silence Sam spoke up. “You got quiet, everything okay?”

“No, nothing wrong” Jason snickered. “With this delicious dinner in front of me I’m busy and a bit distracted. Sorry.”

Finished with the meal Jason pushed his plate away. “That was just wonderful. Thanks for the steaks and now I’m quite full. Let me help clean up. I’ll clear the table and help put stuff away.”

With the kitchen clean Sam pulled Jason close and asked. “So now what? You want to watch a movie?”

“Like I told you on Sunday when we were at Paradise, I like body contact so what I would really like is to snuggle with you on the couch and talk. I’d like to get to know this guy Sam Keller a bit better.”

On the couch Sam put his arm around Jason pulling him close so he lay his head on his chest. “So let’s talk. What’s on your mind? What do you want to know about me? I promise to be the proverbial open book with no bull shit.”

“For starters, I’d like to know why you are interested in me. I would think that if some of your basketball buds are gay why would you not be hitting on them?”

“Something in the way you handled yourself the first day you showed up to play ball. You presented yourself with a confidence that intrigued me. You seemed to be an interesting guy. Then there’s the fact that if you hadn’t noticed, I think you are an extremely good looking guy with a really nice smile. Something clicked on my gaydar and I thought I would take a chance and present some opportunities to see if you were at all interested.”

“So you’re thinking I could be an easy slut fuck” Jason giggled.

“Not at all and don’t be a shit” Sam protested feigning a slap on the back of Jason’s head. “I thought you were a down to earth sincere guy and if you were gay you knew how to enjoy another man’s company. As for the guys, there’s two of them that I think could be gay but neither one of them hold any interest for me.”

“Interesting” Jason mused idly fiddling at Sam’s treasure trail. “Just because you know the guy is gay isn’t an automatic qualifier that you want hang out with him or hook up for a fuck. I also think that when you meet a guy and you think there could be something there you still need some level of chemistry in order to be invested with your time together. I’m not talking about being romantic or having a man-crush, but there has to be something there that makes you want to be with the guy, even if it’s just for the one time. And the sex doesn’t always have to be fucking. Look at the day we had at Paradise. We didn’t fuck but I was most certainly mentally and emotionally invested in what we did. That doesn’t mean I was expecting it to be anything more. Then there is today. There is nothing remotely erotic or sexually exciting about being on a dirt bike but it was a perfect day for me getting to spend time with you doing something we both enjoy. The most erotic part of today was us in the shower getting cleaned up after. Does any of this make sense to you?”

“Oh god yes” Sam agreed. “I get it and I agree with everything you said. That’s a perfect example of you being a down to earth guy with his head screwed on straight. So now I have a serious question for you. What do you think that means for us where we are right now, you being here with me this evening? Just how invested are you? Do you want it to be more? And the biggest question of the hour is if things were to progress to having sex would you be open to fuck bareback or are you hard and fast on using condoms no matter what?”

“That’s a two part question with two answers. To the first part yes, I would not mind in the least if there would be more. I would like very much for the two of us to be in your bed. I have a sneaking suspicion that you are one amazing fuck no matter if you are top or bottom. As for the second part my answer to fucking bareback would depend on if I am confident you are being honest if I ask your status. When was the last time you were tested and how active have you been since then?”

“Fair enough” Sam said. “I have the lab report that I was tested three months ago. My medical lab uses the Aptima hiv-1 rna test, the most accurate test available which came back negative. As to how active is my sex life, the answer is not very. I honestly have not been with another guy for sex since I tested. I’ve gone out on a few dates and I jack off….. a lot and often but I have not been fucked or fucked anyone since testing.

“Okay then, thank you and I believe you. As for us being fuck buddies I will bareback with you as long as I am the only one you are with sexually. If you fuck around with anyone else it’s game over and we go to condoms. Don’t worry about me. I’m not a whore and have no interest in sleeping around as long as I can be content and satisfied being with you. I think it would be fun to know we’re going to get together regularly like maybe on Saturdays after basketball. I could come here to shower and hang with you for the day or the rest of the weekend. Whatever we do is fine. We can always fuck or it may be no sex, just cuddles, going out for a movie or a movie at home with our clothes on. So is this too complicated, and any of this a boner killer?”

“Fuck no” Sam grinned. “Not even close to killing the mood, just the opposite. You have peaked my interest and making me horny just talking this through telling me what want and what you expect. Come on and give me a wet slobbery tongue dueling kiss cuz we’re about to get naked and have some fun.” Laying down on the couch Sam pulled Jason on top of him and kissed him hard on the lips, their tongues going crazy between them. Sam ran his hands over Jason’s back massaging and hugging him close as they continued to make out. Sam reached between them his hand going into Jason’s shorts to fondle his dick. Moving his hands to Jason’s butt he squeezed the plump mounds of his perfect ass.

“Hell yes” Jason moaned. “Play with that ass. Squeeze my butt.” Jason left a trail of kisses on Sam’s neck down to his chest sucking and biting at a nipple before kissing across his chest to the other. Jason kissed his way down Sam’s torso to his navel. He deftly tugged the shorts down freeing Sam’s growing erection. Sam raised his hips off the couch as Jason pulled his shorts completely off tossing them to the floor. He kissed Sam’s chest working his way down to his pubes, lifting his cock to lick and suck his balls.

“Hold on” Sam said lifting Jason’s head. “Let’s take this to my bed.” Rolling Jason off of him, Sam got off the couch. Taking Jason’s hand he led the way to the bedroom. Standing beside the bed Sam tugged Jason’s shorts down and let him step out of them. Now both totally naked Sam hugged Jason holding him tightly. “I need to tell you that I am versatile but I like to top more than bottom. What’s your pleasure today?”

Wrapping his arms around Sam he kissed him on the neck and whispered in his ear. “I will fuck you later or next time but right now I want you to…… no check that. I need you to fuck me.  I need all of your cock in my ass. I need you to take me, make love to me and when you’re ready I need to feel your cock throbbing deep inside me when you cum and breed me with your spunk. Now lie down and let me suck that nine inch pecker.” Pushing Sam onto the bed Jason fell on top of him grabbing his dick. “Ah yes. There’s that magnificent piece of manhood that’s going to keep me satisfied.” Holding the cock straight up, Jason wrapped his lips around the head toying at the foreskin before swallowing it taking it to the root making Sam gasp.

“Damn it man, that feels so good. Most guys choke when they try to deep throat deep me but not you. You either have natural skills or you’ve been practicing. Fffffuck yes, swallow that cock.” Tugging on Sam’s balls, Jason kept a steady pace taking Sam deep each time. Taking a break he licked down the shaft taking the balls in his mouth massaging them with his tongue. Sucking on them he pulled away letting them pop out of his mouth. Turning his attention back to Sam’s cock Jason gripped it with one hand, jacking it as he continued blowing him, his hand and mouth stroking the length of his tool. Keeping his mouth on Sam’s dick, Jason turned around putting his own dick in Sam’s face. Without hesitation Sam pulled Jason’s  stiff cock to his lips. Licking at the foreskin he gripped it with tight lips gently tugging on it. Slowly he pulled the foreskin back teasing the head of the cock with his tongue, kissing and licking it as it was exposed. “That’s about enough of this” Sam said pulling away from Jason. “I really want to get my cock inside of you and fuck you. I want to eat your ass and stretch that hole before I shove my dick into you.”

Jason quickly rolled over onto all fours. Spreading his ass open Sam whispered, “Holy shit, look at that beautiful pink fuck pucker just begging to get poked. This is a fantasy come true for me. Just look at this sweet ass that I am about to fuck. I’m gonna love putting my dick in you.” Burying his face in Jason’s butt Sam kissed him from his taint to the top of his butt crack.  Sam paused, keeping Jason’s butt cheeks spread wide. Sam begged, “Flex that tight hole and give me a wink. Push yourself open so I can taste you.” Licking at his anus he stabbed his tongue into Jason’s hole tasting the soft inner tissue. “Ohhh fuck yes, that ass tastes so good.” Leaving a wad of spit at his hole Sam rammed his thumb into Jason working it side to side. He replaced his thumb with two fingers twisting them around searching for the bump of his prostate. Jason twitched and let out a soft grunt. “Found it” Sam whispered. “You like that, huh?”

“Oh hell yes I like it” Jason said with a muffled voice, his face buried in a pillow. “That feels great, keep stretching me. I need to be stretched open and ready to take your dick.”

With two more fingers in his ass, Sam worked Jason’s hole open even more stretching him wide. “Four fingers should be enough” Sam said with a slap on his ass. “It’s time for the real thing.” Sam reached for the bottle of lube generously coating the length of his hard cock. “Ass up big boy” he said, pulling Jason into position to take him doggy. With a squirt of lube directly on his hole, Sam worked it in with his middle finger. Kneeling behind Jason, Sam massaged Jason’s back and asked, “You ready for this?”

“Fuck yes! I’m more than ready. I have wanted your dick in my ass since we jerked each other off at Paradise. No need to go slow. I can take what you got however you want to give it to me.”

Leaning forward, Sam kissed Jason behind the ears, the back of his neck, shoulders, the length of his back down to the top of his butt cheeks. Getting to his knees, Sam positioned himself behind Jason putting the head of his cock at his pucker. Sam felt Jason push his hole open. With a firm push Sam easily penetrated Jason as he felt him relax and open up. With one gentle thrust Sam gave Jason the full length of his cock feeling the brush of his pubes on Jason’s butt. His face buried in the pillow, Jason pounded a fist on the mattress and screamed with a muffled voice, “Oooh my god, holy fffuuuccckkkking ssshhhhiiiit, Jesus Christ on a cracker.” Sam froze in place.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked with panic in his voice.

“I’m doing great” Jason assured him. “No you didn’t hurt me. That’s just a big fucking dick and feels fantastic. It feels a lot bigger than nine inches.”

Relieved, Sam rubbed Jason’s back giving him a moment to adjust to having the hard cock buried deep in his ass. Feeling Jason relax, he got into a steady rhythm long-stroking as he fucked alternating from slow gliding strokes to faster pounding thrusts. Breaking into a sweat his chest and abs were damp with perspiration.

His cock dripping a long string of precum Jason moaned with obvious pleasure encouraging Sam to fuck him harder, faster and deeper. Taking his arms by the wrists Sam pulled Jason back onto his dick, grunting softly with each pounding thrust, fucking him more intensely.

“Hooollly fucking hell” Jason yelled with a sense of urgency. “You doin’ me like this is going to make me bust my nut! I can feel it coming. Keep fucking me just like that, don’t stop cuz I’m about to shoot.”

Keeping a firm grip on the wrists Sam pulled Jason back that much harder pounding his dick into him as deep as possible.  “Am I gonna make you cum?” Sam asked. “I want you to shoot that load, let me fuck the cum out of you. Drain those nuts and show me what you got!”

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck, here it is” Jason yelled. His face buried in a pillow, his arms held firmly behind him, he whimpered as his cock erupted in a fierce hands free orgasm blowing five hard shots of jizz into a puddle on the sheet underneath him. Feeling Jason’s ass clench with each spurt of his orgasm, Sam knew he had just cum, shooting his pent up load draining his balls.

Massaging Jason’s back Sam said in a calm gentle voice, “When you’re ready I want you flat on your stomach. I want to lay on top of you, our bodies touching. I want to feel you underneath me while I fuck you with my whole being, not just my dick.” Slowly Jason lowered himself onto the bed feeling the wetness on his abs as he lay in his own cum. Keeping his hard cock deep in Jason’s ass Sam lay on top of him kissing and licking his shoulders and neck whispering into Jason’s ear “Sweet mother of god you feel amazing. I love the way your tight ass grips my dick. I wish I could stay like this and fuck you all day but that’s not going to happen. Maybe I should finish you off now, cum in your ass, take a break to come back later and fuck you again while your ass is still open and wet with this first load of my cum inside of you.” Holding him at his shoulders Sam pressed his body onto Jason’s back as he began to slowly long stroke his cock into him. It didn’t take long before Sam felt his orgasm building.

Sam pulled his cock free to flip Jason onto his back. Putting Jason’s legs over his shoulders, Sam shoved his cock back into him and continued fucking with renewed vigor. “I hope you’re ready for this cuz it feels like a big load and a hard orgasm coming.” Feeling his climax coming closer Sam’s breathing became more rapid and shallow as he locked eyes with Jason, his thrusting increasing. “Get ready dude, cuz I am gonna cum right about noooooooowww.” Sam groaned, his face contorted and turning red as his dick exploded in splendor pumping at six bursts of his man-spunk deep into Jason’s gut. After cumming Sam continued the slow strokes with his cock. His erection finally waning, he let his cock slide free. Jason gave a soft grunt as he felt Sam’s cock slip out of his ass. Catching his breath, Sam kissed Jason’s neck, working his way down, kissing his chest all the way to his pubes and cock. Licking at his taint, Sam spread Jason’s legs apart to rim him and put a lip lock over Jason’s red and well fucked hole. Sucking hard, he felched his cum out of Jason’s ass. Holding it in his mouth he quickly moved up to Jason’s face to share a wet, cum soaked kiss.

Relaxing in the afterglow of some intense fucking, they lay silently snuggled into each other gently fondling each other’s spent and now flaccid cocks. Jason leaned in close and whispered in Sam’s ear, “Do I need to tell you how totally amazing you are fucking me like that?”

“Only if you believe me when I tell you I have never ever fucked such an intense bottom. You are truly one in a million, one of a kind” Sam replied. “We should probably shower and get dressed. I’m sure the clothes are dry.” Climbing out of bed, Sam held his hand out to Jason pulling him up and off the bed leading the way to the shower. Leisurely washing and rinsing between kissing and fondling freshly spent cocks they were eventually clean, dried off and getting dressed in their clean clothes.

Standing at the door ready to leave, Jason kissed Sam one last time as he said good night. “See you at the Y on Saturday?”

“You know it” Sam answered. “And remember we are back here after to spend the day doing whatever.”

With that, Jason closed the door behind him and headed home, his mind wandering and wondering as to what would happen next Saturday.

Jason thought the week went by rather quickly as he was packing his duffle bag with a change of close and minimum toiletries anticipating staying overnight at Sam’s. Arriving a little late at the YMCA Jason tossed his duffle under a chair and got out onto the court.

At a break Daniel asked, “What’s with the duffle?”

Jason gave the excuse ”I need to head out and get somewhere right after this so thought it would save time if I showered and changed here.”

After the game Jason lagged behind waiting for the rest of the guys to leave. Thinking the coast was clear he headed to his car. Daniel was on the phone in his car answering a voice mail when he saw Jason come out of the Y. Obviously he didn’t have enough time to shower and he was still in his gym clothes. ‘What’s up with that?’ Daniel wondered. As Jason left the parking lot Daniel noticed he turned the opposite way away from the interstate. His curiosity now peaked Daniel decided he would follow at a safe distance. After a couple miles and a few turns Daniel watched as Jason pulled into Sam’s driveway and went inside. ‘Now that is really odd’ Daniel thought. ‘He needed to be somewhere right after the game in deed’ he snickered smiling to himself.

Stepping into the house, Sam greeted Jason with a hug and a kiss. “So welcome, again. I’m really stoked that you are here and we have the day to ourselves. I think our first order of business will be getting out of these sweaty gym clothes, get showered and we take it from there.”

“Totally agree” Jason agreed. Following Sam to the master bedroom Jason dropped his duffle on the bench at the foot end of the bed. “I packed an overnight bag with clean clothes and a few accessories on the chance today may turn into an extended stay.”

“An extended stay” Sam mused with a wink and a grin. “You don’t say?”

“I do say, good sir” Jason responded in jest as he quickly stripped out of his gym clothes. Pulling his tee shirt off over his head he headed bare-ass naked for the shower. “Now get out of those clothes and join me.”

The shower was more of a wet kissing tongue lashing make out fest and fondling of semi hard cocks than actual showering. Eventually they had thoroughly shampooed, washed and rinsed each other clean and were drying each other off. “It’s going to get hot this afternoon so I would like to hang out by the pool if that’s okay” Jason asked. “I never have access to a pool and have been thinking about it all week. No telling what kind of mischief we will find. I haven’t popped a nut since last Sunday so I’m holding a seven day load and feeling the need for relief.”

“Seven days, no fucking way” Sam scoffed in astonishment. “Dear god, I jacked off twice more Sunday night thinking about how good it was fucking you. I held out until Wednesday before I had to let go of another load so after seven days you gotta be one blue-balled horny fuck. We need to take care of that as soon as possible. It’s a wonder you didn’t pop off while we were in the shower. Let’s take a quick dip in the pool and get comfy.” Taking Jason by the hand Sam led him outside to the pool. “No suits allowed” he said pushing Jason into the pool. “We got an eight food privacy fence and no close neighbors so we can be as rowdy as we want.” Jumping in behind Jason, Sam jumped on him riding piggy back wrestling with him. Getting out of the pool Sam plopped down on the mattress. Turning to Jason he motioned for him to lie down next to him. “So what’s my best guy thinking right about now?” he asked with a sly look. “What’s on your mind?”

“This ‘best guy’ as you put it has every intention of holding you close, kissing you, fooling around with that beautiful body and spending some time worshipping your perfect dick. Eventually I want to rim you eating your ass before I do my best to fuck the living shit out of you putting my seven day load of cum deep in your ass. So that’s what I’m thinking. What say you to that for a plan?” Jason asked.

“I only have one question” Sam replied splaying himself spread eagle. “Why are you hesitating? You need to stop talking. Get down here and do with me as you will.”

Jason eagerly lay down on top of Sam, the full length of their bodies pressed together. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week” Jason whispered in Sam’s ear “being on top of you like this, getting ready for some hot fun and fucking with a really hot guy.” They shared soft kisses lightly chewing the lips, swapping stabs and nibbles with their tongues. Jason whispered, “Do you know what an awesome kisser you are? I should have said something last Sunday. You kissing me like this is such a turn on and gets me hard.”

“Thank you, and may I return the same compliment to you” Sam cooed. Now let’s have less talking and more action.”

Jason returned his attentions to Sam with wet kisses on his neck and chest remembering his nipples to be a hot spot trigger. He alternated from one nipple to the other with gentle nips. Hearing Sam let out a sigh of contentment Jason knew he was doing it right. He continued his affections kissing down Sam’s chest to his abs arriving at the prize of the nine inches of his manhood now growing hard to a full erection. With one hand he fondled Sam’s balls as the other lifted the dick to his mouth. Wrapping his lips around the tip Jason tongued the head of Sam’s cock through the foreskin getting another sigh of pleasure. Slowly he pulled the foreskin back kissing the head of the cock as it was exposed. Finally Jason went down on his dick taking it down his throat nestling his nose in the pubes making Sam gasp and squirm with delight. “Holy fuck that’s amazing” Sam hissed. “Of all the guys I’ve been with I can count on one hand how many were able to deep throat my dick. You got some amazing skills. I am truly impressed! Now it’s my turn to suck your dick but I think we should move this to the bedroom cuz we’re gonna need some lube pretty soon.”

Jason lay on his back in the middle of the bed. Sam quickly climbed on top of him spinning around to lay head to toe. “It’s sixty nine time” Sam eagerly said. “Now you’re gonna get as good as you give.” Anxious to please, Sam quickly swallowed Jason’s cock taking it to the root.

“Oh fucking hell yeeessss, hot damn” Jason hissed.

Releasing Jason’s cock with a slurping pop, Sam giggled. “I thought you’d like that. That’s what it feels like with you take my dick down your throat. It feels pretty fucking amazing, right?”

“Now let me have a go at that hole” Jason demanded. “I want to eat on your ass to get you wet and loose so I can fuck you into oblivion.” With his butt crack spread wide Sam pushed his hole open as Jason gripped his stiff dick and jacked it while licking at the pink pucker. Softly moaning with pleasure, Sam massaged Jason’s nuts while working his mouth up and down the length of his hard cock. “That’s about enough of this” Jason commented. “I need to put my dick in your ass. Move down, sit on my dick and ride me” Jason ordered.

Eager to comply, Sam reached for the lube he had stashed under the pillow. Slicked up and ready to get fucked he straddled Jason reaching underneath putting the head of the hard dick at his hole. Sam lowered himself feeling his hole easily stretch wide letting Jason penetrate him. Bottoming out with the dick deep inside him Sam grunted with satisfaction. “Oh yesss, that’s what I’ve been waiting for. Sweet Jesus that feels sooooo good having you inside me. I just want to hold here a second and enjoy the feeling of being stuffed before we start fucking.” Sam closed his eyes slowing rocking forward and back feeling Jason glide in and out of his tight hole. “Fuuuuuck’n hell I do love riding your hard dick.”

“I got a suggestion” Jason said. “I want you to turn around and face me so I can wank your dick while you ride me.” Keeping the hard cock in his ass, Sam carefully switched his position to look into Jason’s eyes. Matching his strokes to Sam riding his cock, Jason stroked Sam’s erection in rhythm watching the foreskin glide over the head of his dick. “You have the most perfect dick” Jason cooed, “just the right size, at least for me. You’re not too short or long, not too thin or too thick. It’s a ‘Goldilocks’ cock’, just right!” he laughed as he continued masturbating Sam.

“I’m so pleased you approve” Sam grinned. Leaning forward he nipped Jason on his lower lip then kissed him stabbing his tongue into Jason’s mouth. “Now fuck me. Fuck my ass hard and make me moan.”

“I will” Jason agreed “but I want you on your back to do that.” Jason carefully bent his legs. His dick deep up Sam’s ass, he rocked forward laying Sam on his back. “Get ready” Jason warned, “you’re about to fuck you so good you’ll forget your name” he laughed.

Wrapping his legs around Jason, locking his ankles behind his back Sam declared, “Bring it on you bragging stud fuck. I can take whatever you can dish out.” Pulling Jason to him, they kissed again deep and wet as Jason went balls deep, pounding his dick into Sam. “Fuck yes, give it to me just like that” Sam begged. “Pound me, rip me open, fuck the cum out of me before you put your load inside me. Let me know I’ve been royally fucked.”

Breaking into a sweat, Jason felt the beginnings of his urge to cum. Picking up the pace he thrust harder and faster. Sensing the change of how Jason was fucking Sam asked, “Fuck yesss mister, you’re ready to cum aren’t you? Try to hold off. I want to cum first before you blow your wad.” Grabbing his dick, Sam stroked himself with an urgency to nut before Jason shot his load. “Almost there” Sam whispered. “Keep fucking me just like that. God yes” Sam moaned. “Here it is, I’m gonna bust it!” he yelled as his cock twitched gushing four strands of jizz onto his abs.

“Bloody hell that’s hot” Jason huffed. “Watching you bust is gonna put me over the top like about now….. point of no return, dude” Jason panted. Sam felt the cock deep in his gut jerk as Jason released his jizz. “Oh damn, I’m still cumming” Jason whimpered after putting more than six spasming shots of cum into Sam. His orgasm finally over, Jason quickly pulled his cock free. Sam let out a soft moan at the sudden empty feeling in his ass.  “I’m still hard” Jason commented. “Suck my dick. Taste your ass juice coated with my cum.”

Quickly straddling Sam, Jason put his slimy dick to Sam’s mouth who eagerly took it down his throat. “Fuck yea, buddy. Swallow that dick and get it clean.” When Sam was finished, Jason dropped to his knees to slurp up the puddle of cum off Sam’s abs cleaning up the last remaining bit with his tongue. “Now who’s the cum whore?” Jason laughed. “Fuck dude, I love your cum. It’s exactly the way I like it, thick like dense pancake batter and so white. I’ve never seen cum that pure, and the taste…. dear god the taste. This may sound odd but your cum has a very pleasant taste that reminds me of a saltwater taffy. I kid you not, I can taste taffy when I eat and swallow your cum whether it’s in my mouth when I blow you or cleaning up your mess like this.”

“Taffy….. really?” Sam laughed. “That is a first. Now I’m curious to sample my own cum next time to see if I get the taste of taffy. No matter, I’m taking that as a compliment. Your spunky man-butter may not taste like taffy to me but I like it all the same. I will gladly eat you up and swallow your stuff as often as you will let me. We may have to give that a try a little later but for now I think we are both worn out. It’s three-thirty already. Can you believe we’ve been at this for three hours? I want to rest a bit. We can think about supper after we have a nap.” Wrapped in each other’s arms, they snuggled and drifted off.

A couple hours later, Sam stirred slowly waking up with the need to piss. He slid off of the bed trying not to disturb Jason but without success. “I see you” Jason whispered. “I can also see your boner. Is that for me” he asked, “or do you just need to pee?”

“It’s a piss hard-on” Sam giggled, “but if you’re nice to me I may be persuaded to give you some of this later.” Coming out of the bathroom, his semi-hard cock wagging, he jumped onto the bed giving Jason a wet kiss. “I say we stay naked, go for a dip in the pool and hang out in the sun. There’s beer in the fridge and we can call for a pizza a little later.”

“I like that plan” Jason agreed. “You want to jump in the shower?”

“You’re not the messy one” Sam said. “You left your business in my ass and you licked me so clean I don’t need to shower. I’m good to go so race me to the pool?” Sam chuckled. Jumping off the bed he scampered down the hall, out the door and dove into the pool.

Spending the rest of the day outside, they took short dips in the pool then lay in the warm sun snuggling, kissing, rubbing on each other. Sam jacked Jason’s dick and vice versa edging each other anticipating the fun and fucking to come later.

With the sun setting, having their fill of pizza and beer they called it a day and headed to the bedroom. The hours of poolside edging was about to pay off as they were both quite horny and ready to go. True to his word, Jason received the full treatment of Sam fucking him in his ass. He took it for a while before flipping to give Sam some of his own pleasure. They flipped and fucked into the night both cumming several more times until it was necessary to get some sleep. Finished and completely spent they collapsed into a sweaty spoon snuggling sleep, their asses wet, raw and leaking jizz.

A peaceful sleep was harshly interrupted with a 6:00 a.m. alarm. Sam fumbled to silence the noise. “Good morning to you” he said seeing that Jason was awake. “How are you doing after last night?”

“I’m doing more than great” Jason purred leaning in to kiss Sam. “I was just remembering and thinking what an amazing weekend this turned out to be, just the two of us having time to ourselves. How great it was spending these two days with you and the sex, of course. Holy shit, two days of amazing mind altering best of the best sex. I have never fucked or been fucked so much in such a short time.”

“My thoughts exactly” Sam agreed. “I say I’m versatile like 70/30 in favor of being the top. At least I was until this weekend with you. I have never enjoyed getting fucked as much as when you’re topping me. After these last two days I’m a solid 50/50 top and bottom now. Your phenomenal skills in this bed have changed my opinion of what good sex can be.”

 “Wow, are you serious?” Jason asked. “That is quite the compliment. I don’t know what to do with that. I knew we were having a good time with some great sex and all but I had no idea it would do that much for you which brings to mind something that I would like to ask you. It’s pretty obvious, especially after this weekend, that we are good together and good for each other. I was wondering if you would like to have something that would acknowledge our friendship? We’re not exactly ‘going steady’ but we have agreed for the time being and the immediate future to be exclusive for each other. It wouldn’t be anything as trite or ‘high school’ like the matching bracelets or friendship rings. I have something else in mind that I would like to do for you, or rather for us as a surprise. If you would be open to consider that, I would need to know if you would prefer the name to be Sam or Samuel?”

“Now you have me intrigued” Sam queried. “I do like the idea of having something that the two of us could share together. I only use Samuel on official documents or for legal purposes. I much prefer Sam. I’m a Junior so Samuel is my dad. I have always been just Sam. All that to say yes, let’s go with your idea and I’m eager to see what it is you come up with. Back to this morning, I will fix some eggs and bacon for breakfast while you hit the shower and get ready for work.”

“Good morning to you, buddy” Daniel said greeting Jason as he came into the lounge. “And how was your weekend?”

“It was good. Very good in fact” Jason answered caught off guard just a bit. Something was odd in the way Daniel asked about his weekend. The day was uneventful until the afternoon coffee break. Jason grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down at the table with Daniel.

“You doin’ okay?” Daniel asked. “You seem to be quieter and a lot more laid back. We don’t talk about personal stuff away from the office but I gotta wonder if you maybe found someone special. There is an obvious change so I’m thinking that you are seeing Sam outside of our basketball games. You know I’m not at all homophobic but I know you are gay and it’s a lot of little things that make sense that you and Sam are into each other. You told me you’re doing a cruise next month. Last Thursday you left the brochure here on the table. I thought that would be a fun vacation idea for me and my wife. I went on line to check it out and saw that the dates you are gone are for a ten day men only gay cruise to the Carribean.

I’m pretty sure it’s you and Sam because last week you stepped away and left your phone here on the table. There was a phone call from Sam that went to voice mail but two minutes later he called again, and then two more times. You missed four calls from Sam. Looking back there are other subtle clues like when we’re on the basketball court if there’s a particularly good shot Sam gives you a high five or a pat on the butt. He doesn’t and never has done that with anyone else. When we take a break one of you will move over to sit next to each other. Then this last Saturday I was in the parking lot on my phone when you came out. You didn’t shower at the Y because you were still in your gym clothes. Out of pure curiosity I followed you to Sam’s house.

“Okay, you got me. I’m busted” Jason confessed with a grin. “So much for being sneaky. I’m not in the closet but I don’t advertise my sexuality either. Sam and I just want to keep it private and under the radar.”

“I totally understand and trust me, I won’t blow your cover but let me tell you what I know about Sam. He joined the basketball group two years ago and the first thing he told us was that he was gay. Nobody cares what you do with your dick or with another guy so it has never been an issue. We only care that you can play bball. What you need to understand and respect about Sam is his integrity. He has a high standard of ethics. He is fiercely loyal and honest to a fault. He is cautious and slow to make friends and does not run with or spend time with just anyone. If he respects you and holds you in high enough regard to call you his friend, you need to take that as the highest compliment possible. I’m done preaching now. Just be aware of what a rare gem he is and don’t do anything to betray his trust in you.”

The week passed quickly for Jason. As he was leaving the office on Friday he texted Sam. ‘Are you free this evening? Got that surprise for you’.

There was an immediate reply from Sam, ‘Very free and love to see you. Got home early today. Grill some chicken and veggies?’

Jason replied ‘Excellent. Give me 30 to pack my duffle.’

Another text from Sam… ‘Bring more than a quick change. I cleared out two drawers and some closet space for you. Bring what you can or want.’

Jason replied again with a line of kissing emogees.

Coming through the door, Jason greeted Sam with a kiss. “I hope you missed me as much as I missed you” he said with a wide grin. “Have a seat and I’ll show you what I got for us.” Opening the gift box, Jason pulled out two chains of dog tag necklaces. “I hope you don’t think this silly or juvenile. I had these engraved with the day of our first date when we went to Paradise. There are two tags on each chain. I used the heart symbol as a generic way to tell how we feel about each other. You can read into that what you will. It could be something as benign as a casual friendship or something more of a commitment. There are two tags for each of us. One set is engraved with this”;

I (heart symbol) Sam

June 21, 2023

“By chance we met.

By choice we are friends.”

                             Unknown

 

The other set is engraved like this;

I (heart symbol) Jason

June 21, 2023

“By chance we met.

By choice we are friends.”

                             Unknown

 

“We each get a tag of our own and a tag of the other. I keep my own tag to show that I am your friend. I get a Sam tag that tells me that you are a friend to me. Is this all too corny or do you like this idea?”

“Not corny at all” Sam confirmed. “I think this is great. It’s not fru fru or gaudy bling and there’s a bit of a macho aura about being dog tags. It’s unique and confirms where we are for each other as friends or possibly more than friends. There is one thing I would like to add though.” Reaching into his pocket, Sam pulled out a key and handed it to Jason. “A key to the house. Put this with your dog tags so you can come and go as you wish. You are welcome here any time and to be here as much and as often as you want whether I’m here or not. Why do you think I cleared out drawer and closet space for you? I really like you being here with me.”

“Oh crap” Jason stammered. “I was soooo not expecting this, but I will gladly put the key with my tags” giving Sam a deep kiss and bear hug. “One more thing” Jason whispered. “Daniel knows two things. First he now knows for certain that I’m gay, and second that you and I are together and dating. I think that tomorrow we should let the rest of the basketball guys in on our secret.”

Finished eating, plates cleared and kitchen clean Sam turned to Joseph and said “I think we should do something about the dog tags and house key. I feel the need to commemorate, consecrate, initiate, celebrate or whatever. Let’s do something to note the occasion.”

“You are soooo transparent and fooling no one” Jason laughed. “You are desperately trying to find an excuse to fuck when no excuse in needed.”

“That may be true” Sam scoffed, “but it adds to the fun to justify it with a reason.” With one swift motion Sam pushed his sweat pants down to his ankles letting his dick and low hanging balls swing free.

“Oooooo commando” Jason cooed, “like you were expecting me.”

“It’s the boy scout thing, being prepared” Sam joked. Stroking his semi-hard cock he grinned. “For dessert do you suck my cock, rim me or shove your dick in my ass and fuck the cum out of me?”

 “I’m not exactly sure yet where to start” Jason grinned ogling Sam. “Shall we continue this in the bedroom for some intense friendship fucking?”

“Hell no” Sam protested. “I want to get fucked right here with me bent over the kitchen table and you pounding me from behind. Wait just a second.” Sam pulled his socks and sweat pants off and tossed them aside. Pulling the tee shirt off over his head and letting it fall to the floor he said to Jason, “I’m gonna go get the lube. There’s no way I’m gonna let you dry fuck me with that eight inch pecker. Be naked by the time I get back” he said scurrying down the hall to the bedroom.

Returning to the kitchen he smiled seeing Jason completely naked with his rock hard boner standing at attention, the head of his cock peaking out of the foreskin. Sam put a line of lube on his fingers and reached around to work it into his hole. Handing off the lube he bent forward, his chest on the table, arms outstretched, presenting his slippery ass to Jason.

“Holy fuckin’ hell, what a gorgeous hole” Jason exclaimed. “Sometime I will get a ‘before’ and ‘after’ shot of this. The ‘before’ pic like now looking at this perfect tight hole winking and pulsing waiting to get used. The ‘after’ pic will be the same hole gaping and freshly fucked leaking enough spunk to leave a cum trail down the taint and dripping off the balls. Time to suck it up cowboy” Jason warned pressing the head of his lubed and slicked up cock to Sam’s hole. “I’m gonna give you everything I’ve got.”

Feeling Jason’s dick starting to penetrate him Sam whimpered, “Oh god, oh god, pleeeeease go slow. Give me time to relax.”

“Push your hole open. I know you can take it” Jason said in a gruff voice pressing his assault harder. Rubbing Sam’s lower back he kept pushing.

“Fuck, fuck, fffuuuucckk you’re big” Sam protested. “Holy fuckin’ hell that’s a huge dick.” Thinking he was about at his limit he felt his ass ring suddenly give way letting the head of Jason’s cock penetrate him. “Fucking hell you bastard” Sam yelled. “That feels better now but be warned, payback is gonna cost you next time I top you. Just so you know.” 

“Ya, ya, ya I’m not really scared” Jason mockingly teased. “You talk big but you’re the guy with a dick in his butt.” After a brief pause to let Sam’s ass adjust Jason shoved the rest of his dick into him starting to slowly fuck with purpose giving Sam the full length of his strokes.

The initial discomfort Sam felt was gone, transformed or rather replaced with a distant sensation of pleasure. “Hooooolly fffuuuucking sssshhhiiiit” Sam wheezed taking erratic breaths. “Unngh damn….. unngh damn….. unngh damn…..” he grunted with each pounding jab of Jason’s dick. “Jesus H Ralph mister, keep fucking me like that cuz you’re hitting all the right spots and my ass is on fire” he gasped.

Jason bent forward pressing his chest to Sam’s back. Pushing his left arm under Sam’s armpit, Jason reached his hand around to grip Sam’s throat. Lifting him up, he raised Sam off the table holding him upright in a gentle supported choke hold. Biting and sucking the side of his neck, Jason whispered with hot breath in his ear as he continued driving his dick into Sam. “Is this good for you? Does your tight ass feel good taking a pounding like this? You want me to keep going or have you had enough?”

“Fuck no you don’t stop!” Sam screamed. “Keep that dick in me and fuck me hard and deep. You think I’ve had enough? Fuck you big boy. I’m just getting warmed up. I can take a lot more than what you’re giving me!”

Taking that as a challenge, Jason doubled his efforts, driving his dick into Sam harder and deeper. Pulling him tight to his chest, Jason reached around grabbing Sam’s flailing cock with his right hand. Jacking Sam’s erection, Jason masturbated him in sync with fucking his ass. “How about now” Jason teased, biting on Sam’s ear.

“That’s not fair” Sam panted, “but it feels too damn good to cry foul. If you’re not careful that’s gonna make me blow my load so if you want to see me cum keep doin’ me just like this.”

After what seemed like an eternity, feeling himself starting to tire Jason knew it was time to finish things off to come back later for round two. Jason clung tightly to Sam wanking his cock with a firmer grip sensing they were both getting close to cumming. Nestling his face into Sam’s neck Jason exhaled hot air on his ear nipping and kissing just below the ear lobe. That was all that Sam needed to go over the edge.

“Oh ssshhhhhiiiiiiiit, that’s cheating you fuckin’ bastard! Damn, DAMN, DAAAAAAMN” Sam roared climaxing with a hard convulsing shudder. Jason felt the cock twitch and throb in his grip knowing Sam just blew his usual load of at least four, maybe five or more shots of thick white cum.

Looking over his shoulder Jason saw the result of Sam’s orgasm on the table. “Fuckin’ amazing!” Jason whispered in awe. “That is a lot of cum, I mean a LOT of cum. How can a guy splut that much jizz in one orgasm?”

“That’s what you do to me” Sam giggled. “I know you want to cum. Let’s see if you can drain your nuts and put that much inside me.” Sam clenched his butt hole tight making Jason grunt.

“Now who’s the cheater” Jason panted feeling the need to blow his nut. “Here it comes…. Heeeere it coooooms… ohhh ffffuuuucccckkkkk” Jason yelped. Ramming his dick in deep Jason froze as his orgasm erupted dumping his load into Sam’s gut.

Totally spent, they collapsed onto the table, Jason pressing his slick and sweaty body on Sam’s back. Finally recovered they stood to face each other and hug. They silently looked at each trying to comprehend the intensity of what just happened between the two of them.

After a long pause Sam broke the silence with one word. “Shower?” he quietly asked. Jason did not answer but simply took Sam by the hand as they walked down the hall to the bathroom.

Standing in the spray of warm water they lathered in silence gently washing each other. In a soft barely audible voice Jason asked, “So do you want to talk about what we did in the kitchen?”

Sam softly replied “I do, I think we should but I’m not sure I have the words to adequately say what’s in my head. What I want to say may sound weird or maybe a bit scary. I’m afraid you may think I’ve gone mental.”

“I promise to listen with an open mind” Jason said with as much compassion as he could muster. “You go first. I want to know what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling then I will do the same. Right now my mind is racing and I need to clear my head. What do you say we dry off and get in bed and talk this through.”

Snuggling together Sam spoke. “So when we started you let me know you were in control which was kind of hot and I liked it. You were quite aggressive when you were sticking your dick in me. That was new and a bit out of character for you. I was a bit unsure but decided to ride it out before stopping you. I’m glad I did because what started out as a bit painful became something else. A good analogy might be like when you eat a hot salsa. It starts out mild enough to be of no apparent consequence but slowly builds in intensity until it is all consuming and you lose all physical control. After that your brain and consciousness goes somewhere else, like maybe you are having an out-of-body moment. Here’s the scary part. The feeling I had while you were fucking we was as if I had given you permission to touch my soul, touch the very core of my being. When I was cumming I knew my orgasm was happening but I had no control, like I was outside of myself watching. That’s just fucking weird, right?”

“It’s pretty ethereal but I get it” Jason consoled. “I understand what you’re saying. I was experiencing some similar eerie shit. True I was a bit rough with you when we started. I was thinking it would be interesting to push the boundaries. I was pleasantly surprised and it was a big turn on for me that you didn’t want to stop. The turning point for me was when I put the choke hold on you. The way you responded changed me. Suddenly I was less interested in my personal gratification and felt the desire to prioritize you. I put my ego and personal need aside. My goal changed to give you as much sexual pleasure as possible. I must have been doing something right since you begged me to fuck you harder. It was easy to comply with that request. Things got so intense after that it felt like I had mentally disengaged. Like you questioned, is that what being out-of-body feels like? Whatever it was, things must have been going pretty damn great considering what happened for you to blow that massive load of cum.”

“When we were finished I thought back about my orgasm. I realized how amazing it is to share the most intimate part of me in such a personal way. I can’t think of a stronger bond between us when you are willing to let me put my semen inside of you. I need to be very careful with this next part so that you don’t misunderstand what I’m saying but I wonder if that is possibly the basic foundation of loving another person.”

“Hold up a sec” Sam cautioned. “Are you saying that’s the way you feel about me or us?”

“No, NO!” Jason adamantly protested. “I won’t summarily dismiss the idea but I think we need to consider what happened and proceed with caution.”

“Oh thank you. THANK YOU” Sam said obviously relieved. “I will gladly acquiesce to your wisdom. For a second there I was afraid you were going to make a declaration using the ‘L’ word and I am sooo not ready for that.”

“Oh hell no” Jason agreed. “For now and the immediate future it is ‘business as usual’. It will be a different conversation if and when that changes.”

“Rise and shine sleepy head” Sam shouted slapping Jason’s butt under the covers. “We leave for the Y in half an hour. I’m out of the shower so you have just enough time to get cleaned up and grab a muffin or cereal. Remember we’re going to tell the guys about us today.”

“Ya, ya, ya” Jason mumbled stumbling toward the shower.

Daniel called everyone to attention. “We’re doing shirts and skins today. You know the drill so pick a number. Odds are shirts, evens are skin.”

Sam interrupted, “Daniel, can I have a minute before we get started? I have something to tell the guys.” Daniel stepped aside nodding to Sam. “I want Jason to join me here for a minute” he said motioning for Jason to stand beside him. “I’ve been with you guys for two plus years now. You know me to be reserved about my personal life but in the interest of full disclosure we would like to bring you up to speed that Jason and I are together. We’re dating, seeing each other, an ‘item’, whatever the latest terminology is. The point is we don’t want to feel like we’re sneaking around. We want to be able to be ourselves around our friends. That’s it, so thanks for listening.”

“Uhhhh Sam?” Nathan interjected. “It’s great that you want to give us a heads up in ‘full disclosure’ as you put it but you and Jason being together is not exactly breaking news for any of us. We’ve all known there was something going on for some time now.”

“You got that right” Aaron chimed in. “It was obvious from the second week Jason was here that there was some serious chemistry with the two of you. The hickey on Sam’s neck tells me you guys must get pretty hot and heavy when you’re fooling around” Aaron said with a grin and a thumbs up.

“So much for coming clean with the guys” Jason whispered to Sam.

Daniel called out “Skins have it. Let’s play some basketball.”

Nineteen-year-old Scott Blake, blond, achingly handsome, with a well-muscled, trim dancer’s body sat in a half doze during his afternoon stint as a life guard on Miami Beach. The haze on the water was mesmerizing him. There wasn’t too much activity on the beach this early in the season—a few couples and a family or two down near the water, but few going in beyond ankle-deep water because there had already been some shark-sighting scares in that summer of 1963. Scott was contemplating his future beyond the end of the summer. That’s how long this beach gig would last. More important, that’s when he’d top out in the men’s ballet classes at the Miami City Ballet. That his passion was ballet was something he didn’t share with the other beach lifeguards. It definitely was no a macho interest in the sixties.

Would he go home to Minnesota State University and take up agricultural studies as his parents wished to take over the family farm or go for a principal position in the city ballet and stay here?

He had come to Florida for something exotic—to pursue interests and develop preferences out of his parents’ sight and that of everyone else in Minnesota looking down their noses even at his interest in music and dance. They all probably already assumed he was pursuing a lifestyle he was only dreaming about at this point—and condemned him for it. It certainly wasn’t the Minnesota way.

Scott became aware that the volleyball game some young men—regular bodybuilders Scott was seeing on the beach every day and suspected were gay guys looking for hookups—was breaking up and one really built and good-looking Hispanic guy he’d exchanged looks with over the past couple of days was headed his way with an oversized beach towel and a guitar case. Scott hadn’t honed in on him just because he was divinely built and a great looker—a good match with Scott himself; a dark, sultry Hispanic and Scott’s blond Minnesota wholesome farm boy looks. Scott had his guitar here in a case too. He’d had a guitar lesson between his dance classes at MCB that morning and his stint on the lifeguard stand and hadn’t had an opportunity to stash the guitar case away before being due for lifeguard duty on the beach.

He had been keeping a watch on the beach bums since he’d started this job, dreaming about their lifestyle and what they did with each other. It was part of what had lured him to Florida—that and the scholarship to the ballet troupe school—but thus far it was only dreaming and looking. But this one Hispanic hunk had been looking back.

The hunk spread his towel near the stand, ran into the water to wash off the sweat from the volleyball game; strutted back to his towel, smiling at Scott on the lifeguard stand as he moved, with Scott smiling back; settled down on his towel; took his guitar out; and began strumming out a Latin beat. After a while, he looked up at the stand and said, “I hope my playing isn’t irritating you.”

“Certainly not,” Scott said. “I like it. It’s different—the beat to it.”

“It’s the Bossa Nova. All the crave now. A popular Cuban guitarist here just brought it back from a trip to Brazil and it’s all the rage in Little Havana. You have a guitar there, I see. Do you play too?”

“Not as well as you do,” Scott answered.

“Gracias. I am Carlos. Carlos Perez, not long from Cuba. You don’t look like you are from Cuba.”

“Sorry,” Scott laughed and answered. “I’m not. I’m from Minnesota, far away from here in so many ways. My name is Scott Blake.”

“No need to be sorry, Scott Blake. You are a beautiful man. Not beefed up like so many of the beach bums around here, but with a beautiful, sleek body. Are you a serious swimmer? Is that why you lifeguard?”

Scott laughed again. “I’m not that interested in swimming, no. I’ve come to Florida to go to dance school. The lifeguard job is just a parttime job that fits my schedule. It’s what I did all through high school up in Minnesota.”

This would be when the Hispanic hunk cut off the conversation, Scott thought—Scott noting he was interested in being a ballet dancer. But it didn’t do that.

“It’s good to have something that suits your schedule,” Perez said. “Plus, it lets you show off that nice body of yours on the beach. The other guys here on the beach—the volleyball players—all talk about you. Such a sleek body, and the blond hair. Yes, I can see that you are a dancer. I’m sure I’ve seen you in the Miami ballet.”

Scott was both surprised and pleased that the guy had seen him on stage and recognized him. “The guys out there talk about me?”

“Yes. They were very interested when I told them I’d seen you dancing on stage. We talked about how flexible that means you are. Does that bother you? Do you not know what those guys are interested in? Can you not imagine how interested they would be in a good-looking honey who was very flexible? Unless, of course, you aren’t actively gay. Maybe I was taking too much for granted.”

Scott laughed, but a bit nervously so. He was both pleased and embarrassed that the men on the beach would be thinking and talking about him in this vein. He didn’t know what to say, so he looked out onto the water, doing his job of watching for trouble. That he didn’t deny he was gay gave Perez reason to think he was.

The young Hispanic persisted. “You look at them too. I see you do that. You look at me. You think of them—and of me—I think. In fact, I am sure that you do.”

“I don’t know,” Scott said. “I’m afraid I don’t know much of anything about those things. Florida is not a bit like Minnesota. I just don’t know.”

“I think you must know that many of the guys out there, on the beach, would like you to go with them—to go under them. I would too. So, you’ve never—?”

“No, never. I guess I’m just not brave enough. Do you talk about me too, with those guys?”

“Yes, of course I do. I think you should be brave. I think you should be brave with me. I think you should go with me and go under me.”

“Oh, well.”

“Am I being too forward?” Carlos stood, standing close to the lifeguard’s stand, and putting a hand down on the edge of the platform, near Scott’s bare foot. Scott looked at the hand and shuddered in aroused pleasure.

“No, it’s fine,” Scott answered. He was finding this very arousing.

“Listen. This is the man who brought the Bossa Nova on the guitar to Little Havana. His name is Juan Lobo. His father, Julio, was the most famous businessman in Cuba until the Castros threw Batista out three years ago. Julio opened a club here, the Wolf’s Den, just so people can hear Juan play the guitar. Maybe you go get something to eat with me when you get off duty here. We could get something from one of the stands off the beach and take it to my apartment. I live close to the Wolf’s Den. Then we could go listen to Juan Lobo play the Bossa Nova on his guitar. Afterward we could go back to my place and fuck if you like. I could give you great fuck.”

“The Wolf’s Den?” Scott couldn’t bring himself to commit to anything further, although his imagination was spinning.

“Yes, it’s a play on the Lobo name. Lobo means ‘Wolf’ in Spanish. I know Juan. I could introduce you to him. He teaches guitar. Maybe you could—”

“Yes, I think I’d like that.” Scott was trembling but he also, looking at the hunky Carlos Perez and thinking of what the man was offering, felt himself going hard. He was leaving a response to the rest Carlos was proposing twisting in the wind, but as long as he wasn’t saying no to that, the possibility of it remained. He’d been in Florida for nearly a month, knowing he’d come here to pursue a different lifestyle than Minnesota would permit him comfortably engaging in. It was time for him to be brave.

* * * *

Scott had never been in this position before—sitting close to Carlos on the floor in front of Carlos’s sofa, both of them leaning back into the couch, both of them stripped down to their briefs, and the two of them exchanging a marijuana joint as Carlos helped Scott with the fingering of a guitar to produce the Bossa Nova beat. Scott hadn’t smoked marijuana before, and he’d certainly never been in a compromising position like this before. But he had already decided that this was the day, if there was ever going to be one. Carlos was taking it slow and deliberately, accepting what Scott told him about never having done this before even if he had contemplated it and welcomed it.

He didn’t know if the erection and his sensitivity to Carlos’s touch were caused by the joint. He’d heard that marijuana was an aphrodisiac, but he didn’t know if he believed it. He suspected that if you thought it was, it was because you’d convinced yourself to believe it was. He could believe that it lessened apprehensions, though, and relaxing into this was fine with him if he could think of the drug as inducing it.

Carlos slowly pulled him over into his lap, facing away from him and both of them cross-legged, the maneuver seeming natural as the Cuban manipulated Scott’s fingers on the guitar strings with his fingers. Scott could hardly not be aware that Carlos was in erection too—and massively so. When Scott had gotten how to position his fingers, Carlos’s hands pulled away, but only as far as to glide up Scott’s torso, causing the young man to shudder, and to land on Scott’s pecs, which Carlos palmed, his thumbs pressing into and thrumming Scott’s nipples to the rhythm of Scott’s strumming of the guitar strings.

“Nice,” Carlos whispered into Scott’s ear. “You’re getting the rhythm of it.”

Scott wondered if he was talking about attaining the Bossa Nova beat on the guitar.

The Cuban’s lips went to Scott’s carotid artery, and Scott leaned his head away seemingly without knowing he had given Carlos closer access. He moaned low, though, acknowledging that they were in foreplay. When Carlos raised a hand to the side of Scott’s head and turned the young man’s face to him and went into a lips-parting kiss, Scott trembled but went with the kiss. When Carlos transferred a couple of pills from his mouth to Scott’s, Scott ingested them but then gave Carlos a frightened look.

“Relax, baby,” Carlos murmured. “We’re gonna have a great time.”

Within minutes, Scott was panting lightly, was seeing a swirl of colors, lost control of his body, and was putty in the Cuban’s hands, which seemed to be everywhere on the young man’s body—gliding over curves and into crevices. Scott moaned as Carlos moved him onto his back, ran his hands up the insides of Scott’s legs, coaxing the legs to spread and bend, and rolled over on top of the young man. The Cuban continued with the hand fondling, and, with his pelvis pressed into Scott’s, began to rock their bodies together.

When a moan, Scott was moving his hips with Carlos’s, their briefs were stripped off and the guitar set aside. Still Carlos took his time, repositioning their bodies in front of the sofa, one of his hands moving to the small of Scott’s back, helping Scott maintain the rhythm of the two rocking their pelvises against each other. Carlo’s erection was pushed under Scott’s balls and was dry fucking the young man, rubbing across Scott’s perineum. When Scott was maintaining his rocking motion on his own, one of Carlos’s hands cupped the young man’s butt cheeks and his index buried itself in and explored Scott’s hole. He moved them into the sixty-nine position, and his other hand cupped Scott’s head, holding it into his lap, showing Scott how to pleasure another man by taking cock in his throat, something Scott had never done before—had just fantasized about. Carlos took his time, though, teaching the young man how best to do it.

Eventually, Carlos repositioned their bodies again, turning Scott face down on the floor, cheek to the carpet, arms outstretched and palms to the floor, and raised on his knees in the doggy position. Carlos swung a leg over the young man’s hips, mounted Scott’s buttocks, and slowly worked his erection into a hole that had been teased open by drugs and his fingers.

Scott, eyes a bit dazed, murmured “Yes, yes, yes,” truly wanting this and grateful that Carlos was taking it so slowly and with sensitivity. The young man was totally relaxed and his inhibitions all erased, as Carlos got the glans of the cock positioned and waited for the hole to open more. When it didn’t, Carlos grasped Scott’s waist between his hands, forced himself in, and held as Scott gave a little cry and writhed ineffectually under him. Carlos grasped Scott’s throat with one hand and palmed the young man’s lower belly with the other, holding him captive and under control as Scott weakly struggled and cried out to the relentless forced invasion and stretching of the cock. When Scott had settled down and Carlos felt the young man’s channel stretch to his need, he slowly began to pump.

At some point the sound of guitar music had returned to the small room. Carlos had put a record on. The music was the Bossa Nova, strummed on a guitar. The tune had started off quiet and slow. The two men moved their bodies in harmony with the music, becoming a mechanism of beauty of perfectly rocking against each other, Carlos’s hands cupping Scott’s buttocks and Scott’s fingernails pressed into Carlos’s shoulder blades, the two groaning and sighing in unison. As the music picked up volume and speed, Carlos clutched Scott’s waist and held the young man tightly in position, increasing the intensity and depth of his stroking action. Scott went with him with abandon, taking the cock deep.

Carlos was in full fuck and Scott was holding steady for him. The young man had even moved a hand under his belly and was stroking himself off. The drug had kicked in and Scott was taking the thrusts well. All was good with his first fuck.

Carlos tensed and jerked and came; tensed and jerked and came, flooding Scott deep in his gut. Being convinced it was Scott’s first time, Carlos hadn’t bothered using a condom. He liked it bareback when he could get it that way. Scott had ejaculated too and Carlos let him collapse on the carpet in front of the sofa.

Scott came almost fully to later in the shower, where they were both cleaning up. The young man’s back was against the slippery tiles and his knees were hooked on Carlos’s hips, as Carlos fucked him again under the cascading water of the shower. Scott had no idea whether Carlos had fucked him between the first time and this, although when they came out of the bathroom, he saw that the sheets on the bed were in a tangle and they hadn’t been before Scott had taken any drugs, and the initial fuck had been on the floor. The clock on the nightstand indicated there were two hours unaccounted for in his consciousness.

How many times could one get fucked by a virile guy in something over two hours, he wondered. He was sore enough that the time in the shower may not have been only his second time.

As they dressed, Carlos didn’t remark on what they had been doing or make any reference to this having been Scott’s inaugural fuck session—that the young man had just lost his virginity to another man. Scott was quiet too, going over what had just happened, trying to recall all that had happened, realizing that there was no going back from that now, and, having strange sensations as he came out of the effects of the drug, having feelings that were both laced with guilt and euphoric. One thing was clear, though. Carlos was a god. As they dressed, Scott kept touching the Cuban reverently, and, though Carlos wasn’t all that demonstrative back, when Scott showed he wanted a kiss, Carlos gave him one.

Coming out of the lip lock, though, Carlos said, “I promised to let you hear a live version of the Bossa Nova on the guitar from a master. Do you want me to take you to the Wolf’s Den to hear that, or have you had enough tonight?”

“Will we come back here afterward?” Scott asked.

Carlos laughed. “If you want to.” In some ways the laugh was a release of relief. Carlos hadn’t been sure how easy it would be to get the cute blond under him. It had been easy; the guy had been ripe for it. Carlos had fucked him four times, barebacking him each time. Cum had been dribbling down Scott’s inner thighs before they’d gone to the shower. Scott had been totally fucked.

“Yes, I want to,” Scott said. “Both going to the club and coming back here afterward. I’m sorry if I—”

“You were fine, especially for the first time. If you want to learn more, though—”

“Yes, please.” It was done now. Scott didn’t want to go back. “Teach me everything.”

Over the next three weeks Carlos worked away at doing just that. And that was Carlos’s purpose here. He’d had no idea it would be so easy, though.

* * * *

The Wolf’s Den was a small, dark venue, with all of the direct light going to a small platform where one man sat on a stool, holding a guitar, and another one stood behind him, holding a double bass. There was smoke swirling around in the air from the audience and even the guitarist and bassist were smoking. The only light anyone in the audience got came off the reflected light from the stage and that bounced off the swirling smoke. The bassist was looking around in the room as he played, but the only indication the guitarist knew anyone else was there was when someone dared speak while he was playing, at which time the culprit would get a fleeting death stare. That usually worked, which left the impression that Juan Lobo, the guitarist, was not someone you wanted to cross—or fail to listen to in his club and on his stage when he was performing.

He wasn’t a handsome man. He was something over forty, with a compact but a bit heavy body, and a receding hairline. His face was craggy. His guitar playing was divine and filled and commanded the room, which was why he rarely had to break out of his isolation to stare a talker down. One got the impression that he was totally introspective. The bass player was as old as he was, tall and rangy. Again, not a looker. Both obviously were Hispanics. The club was a block off Colle Ocho, Southwest Eighth Street, in Miami’s Little Havana, so everyone there the night Carlos took Scott there was Hispanic—and Cuban. The revolution in Cuba that had forced the exodus of anyone connected with the dictator Batista was only three years old. Little Havana was Little Displace Cuba and it seemed they all were wedged into the Wolf’s Den that evening.

The evening was just settling in at the Wolf’s Den when other clubs were beginning to shut down. Everyone here had come from some other entertainment venue. This would be the performance of the night they would remember, though. Carlos and Scott had come here from a marathon fuck—Scott’s first ever, so he was more than a bit keyed up.

Scott was mesmerized by what Lobo could do on the guitar. Carlos told him Lobo had been trained by the great Spanish classical guitarist Andres Segovia and his Brazilian jazz counterpart, Charlie Byrd, so the man’s technique and classical touch was pristine. Since his family had left Cuba and settled in the States, though, Juan Lobo had traveled in South America and Spain and was introducing different styles, albeit all controlled by classicism, of his own. He had albums out. He went on tour. His father had given him this nightclub to try to keep him in Miami as much as possible. But Julio Lobo himself had expanded out in business in the States, after losing an empire in Cuba, something that Scott eventually was to find out for himself.

The first meeting between Lobo and Scott was one where Scott was so overwhelmed that he said little. Carlos had said he knew Lobo—that he’d taken guitar lessons from him—but Scott had only half believed that. But, having seen Carlos and a young blond, seemingly out of place here, in the audience, Lobo had come off the platform during a break and come to their table. Carlos introduced Scott as someone looking for a guitar teacher.

“He’s musical—a dancer,” Carlos had said. “I’ve heard him play, and he is only at the beginning but he has the touch.” Lobo had turned his eyes on Scott and Scott saw more interest there than just in the playing of a guitar. But the man was magic on the guitar. His fingers playing on the instrument had a sensuality to them that make Scott think of those fingers playing him that way and he was aroused. There was nothing handsome about the man but he had a sense of control and danger—and, yes, sensuality—about him. Scott was trembling as they spoke. He kept looking at the long, strong fingers on the man’s hands and imagining what they could do on his body.

As he was thinking that, Lobo reached out and caressed Scott’s forearm with the fingers of one hand. Scott shuddered, being conquered in just that gesture. He was being played as expertly as the man played his guitar. He knew that if Lobo wanted to fuck him, Scott would let him. And Scott had the distinct impression Lobo wanted to fuck him.

Scott visited the Wolf’s Den twice more in the weeks he was with Carlos, and each time Lobo came to their table during a break. Little was said, but much was conveyed with the eyes. Carlos was fucking Scott both before and after bringing him to the club, but in the club Carlos drifted back when Lobo came to the table, deferring to the older man. It wasn’t difficult to conclude that Carlos was pimping for Lobo. It also wasn’t difficult to conclude that this was leading to Scott on his back and Lobo on top and inside him.

With his eyes Lobo was establishing a deeper interest than teaching Scott the guitar and, with his eyes, Scott was conveying a “yes.” On the third visit, Lobo took Scott’s hands, one after the other, and traced the fingers with his own, gauging, it appeared, whether or not Scott had magic in his hands for the guitar. Electricity went through the young man when Lobo did this and must have conducted to Lobo through his fingers because he grunted and said, “You say you could come for a lesson on Tuesday afternoons—that you weren’t working then. 2:00 here, next Tuesday. I will teach you, but there is something you must establish before we pick up the guitar.”

What had to be established, it turned out, was that Lobo had to fully own a student and bring the passion out of the student before he would work with him on the guitar. His apartment was above the Wolf’s Den club. The bassist’s apartment was above his. The bassist, Ernest Gonjalez, had left Cuba with the Lobos, and he and Juan Lobo shared everything, including young men who wanted Lobo to teach them guitar.

* * * *

Lobos fucked Scott first, Carlos having come to the apartment with Scott and sitting there, touching Scott while Lobo was doing so in preparation and murmuring to Lobo what Scott would do for him, based on all of the training in sexual techniques Carlos had given Scott. They were both fondling Scott, which made him think that perhaps they were going to fuck him together. He was trembling at the prospect of that.

“He gives fine head,” Carlos had said, and then Scott demonstrated that that was true.

“He’ll open quicker if you finger him and suck on that nipple”—which also was true.

It became obvious to Scott that Carlos pimped for Juan Lobo. But Scott didn’t care. Carlos was there, standing at Scott’s head at the ottoman they put Scott on on his back and held Scott’s ankles, his legs spread and raised toward his head, when the guitarist first penetrated him, nuzzling in between his spread thighs, holding a beer-can thick cock as he placed it in position, and then thrusting inside. Scott cried out at the unexpected pain of it, but quickly settled down, overwhelmed by the passion of it. Holding Scott’s waist between his hands, Lobo began to pump him immediately, anxious to get first fuck of the young man accomplished. Lobo came quickly, but moved into slower, more languid sessions, putting Scott on his back for a slow missionary fuck and, later, going on his back himself for Scott to saddle himself on the master guitarist’s hips and ride his cock. The two subsequently fucked like long-term lovers.

* * * *

Carlos disappeared soon thereafter, and Scott never saw him again. He didn’t answer phone calls and he didn’t open the door to his apartment when Scott tried to find him there. He didn’t return to the beach, either. He obviously had served his purpose—to pimp for Juan Lobo. When Lobo grew tired of Scott, it was clear that Carlos would train another fresh young man and bring him to the Wolf’s Den.

Juan and Scott weren’t alone when they were fucking, though. Ernesto Gonjalez was there, too, watching . . . and waiting. When Juan had fucked and breeded Scott on the ottoman in the missionary position in their second coupling, he withdrew and Ernesto, turning Scott on his belly, mounted the young man in the doggy position and fucked him as well. Later the two shared the young blond, sandwiching him between them in a standing position, Scott’s knees hooked on Juan’s crouching thighs and Ernesto crouching behind, and both dicks inside him, thrusting in rhythm of the recorded guitar music in the background of Juan Lobo in concert.

Juan did take time out from fucking the young man to give him guitar lessons. Lobo was an excellent teacher and he must have thought that Scott had more promise than just to provide a tight, willing channel, because in the five weeks Scott came to and for Lobo Scott became quite good at the classical guitar.

The young man became quite good with submissive male-male sex too. He was good enough that Juan shared Scott with his father, Julio. Julio was an old-school dominator and Scott suffered when the sixty-two-year-old man fucked him, but the old man taught the young blond to endure it and to give good fuck when it was demanded. Julio also taught Scott that a riding crop could produce high arousal.

The day came toward the end of the summer when Scott came to the club for a lesson only to find that Juan Lobo and Ernesto Gonjalez also were gone. They had left on tour, he was told. But, of course, they hadn’t said anything to Scott about doing that. He had come that day with a serious question to ask. He had come to Florida for a bit of adventure but not knowing what to do with his life when the ballet classes ended. A door was opening to him, though. He was offered a principal’s position in the Miami City Ballet. If he continued to do some lifeguarding, he could live off the stipend for this for a couple of years before aging out of ballet roles. Perhaps he could teach ballet himself then.

But he loved playing the guitar. He wondered if he did it well enough to play in clubs himself like Juan Lobo did and Carlos had said he sometimes did. He was going to ask Juan that day whether he was good enough to make a living off that.

Juan Lobo was gone. His father, Julio, was there, at the club, though. And after fucking Scott, he introduced him to another Cuban, a bodybuilder type of thuggish, but sexy looks, who had watched Julio fuck Scott in a standing bull position.

“This is Luis—Luis Hernandez,” Julio said. “He works for me. He can work for you too. He will arrange for you to go with men for the next month. If you impress him, he will take you to New York and you will make very good money.”

It wasn’t a request. Neither Julio Lobo nor Luis Hernandez was the sort of man who had to make requests. The summer lifeguarding would extend for another month. Scott would not have to decide on the Miami City Ballet position until that time. He also presumed that he could walk away from the pimping offer too if he found he didn’t like that. But for a month, exploring whether he would like to sell his body to men for good pay—men like he’d been giving it away free to? One thing he had found was that the man who covered him didn’t have to be young and fit. He had to have a good cock and to know how to use it. Juan, Ernesto, and Julio—and even the thuggish Luis—had that. Maybe enough of the paying men Luis came up with in Little Havana over the next month would meet that criteria to keep Scott satisfied. Once Carlos had started to hump him, he’d found he couldn’t get enough of it.

He could keep his options open on that decision for a month.

* * * *

The fucking of the two—the dancer, Scott Blake, and the older ballet master, Vasily Komorav—was an act of beauty. With soft Spanish guitar music playing in the back, the two were entangled, facing each other, with Vasily sitting the bed, legs bent and Scott nestled into his lap, facing him, with his ankles on the older man’s shoulders, his toes gracefully pointed, and Vasily grasping the younger man’s wrists and the two rocking together in a smooth rowing motion to the music. Both were naked, and trim, yet well-muscled. Both were premier male ballet dancers.

Scott had had a more formal audition, focusing on dancing technique, earlier in the afternoon, but both knew he had to pass this audition as well. They were doing this in the late afternoon because Scott had two sets of exotic dancing to provide at Club Havana, a New York Chippendales dancers-style gay male club in the Chelsia section of New York City. Vasily, who was assessing Scott for a principal’s position in the American Ballet Theatre, would pick Scott up at the club later, they’d go clubbing, and eventually, if everything worked out well, they’d wind up back here in the bed in Komorav’s apartment.

Scott had been working for six months at Club Havana, owned by Julio Lobo, and had been brought here from Miami by Luis Hernandez, the Lobo organization pimp who had pitched him to work in the family’s escort business. Although Club Havana specialized in a masculine, muscle-men Chippendales review, Scott and two other male ballet dancers were mixed into the routines. All of the dancers at Club Havana were handled by Luis Hernandez and also rented by the hour.

Those plans didn’t work out, though. The dancers were cleaning up in the dressing rooms after their Club Havana performances and Scott was telling one of the other ballet dancers, Pete, that he probably would be out all night—Pete was his roommate, but a submissive, like Scott, so there were no entanglement problems there—when Luis came in.

“I’ve lined you up to go clubbing with a guy visiting from Miami after you’ve gotten dressed,” he said to Scott.

“I can’t,” Scott responded. “I’ve got—”

“This ain’t a request,” Luis said. “He’s Cuban and an old friend of Julios. He picked you off the menu. Be at the stage door in fifteen minutes.”

Scott had already learned—a bit painfully—that the pimp, Luis Hernandez, didn’t request. With a sigh, he called Vasily Komorav on his cellphone and they spoke for a few minutes before he rang off.

The date was named Martinez. No first name was given. He was short and fat and looked old enough to be a contemporary of Julio Lobo, so Scott assessed him to be in his sixties. He smoked cigars and drank heavily and Scott wasn’t looking forward to getting alone with him after the clubbing. But that opportunity never came to pass.

The second club they landed in that evening was named Wolf’s Den North, and Scott should have known before they walked in that it would be one of Julio Lobo’s clubs. That left room for natural surprise that it was a near duplicate of Juan Lobo’s intimate setting guitar club in Miami’s Little Havana—complete with Juan Lobo on a small platform playing his guitar, backed up by Ernesto Gonjalez on the double bass.

Juan seemed as disconnected for the audience and in his own world as he had been in the Miami club. Scott tried to be conspicuous and draw the guitarist’s attention to him. The man had abruptly walked out on Scott when Scott thought they had a very good thing, sexually, going. It hadn’t been Scott’s idea to end the relationship. But the few times Juan looked out into the audience, his attention passed Scott by. After a few minutes Scott figured out why.

He could see that when Juan Lobo looked out into the audience, his attention was going to one particular table. Scott looked at the table and his eyes were completely opened to what he’d been doing for the last nine months—that he’d let himself be drawn in the wolf’s den male prostitution. He even had the revelation, by example, about what a short-lived option that was.

There were two men at the table Juan kept looking at. One, to Scott’s great surprise was Carlos Perez, the man who had seduced him from off the beach in Miami, taken his virginity to men, trained him in sexual techniques, handed him over to Juan Lobos and Ernesto Gonjalez, and then disappeared. The other man was much younger, probably no older than Scott had been when Carlos recruited him as a submissive in the Lobo family’s world. And he was blond and willowy and looked like a dancer. He and Scott clearly could be twins.

Watching Juan Lobo look at the young man and the worshipful way the young guy looked back, Scott saw his Miami summer unfolding yet again—but for this young man, not Scott. Scott had quickly been pulled into a deeper world of prostitution. They had used the same method in getting the young guy this far that they had used with Scott. He had a guitar case by his feet. He probably was being promised guitar lessons from Juan as long as he was nice to Juan—and then later, without really being asked for permission, nice to the double bass player too—and then to men of the Lobo family’s selection, and within months, like Scott was, to any man who would pay.

Scott could see that it was too late to try to intervene for the young guy at the table. There was little chance the guy would believe how fast he could descend by taking guitar lessons from Juan Lobos—and learning to play the guitar that way was the big plus of having done this.

Excusing himself from the cigar-smoking Cuban who had brought him there by saying he needed to go to the men’s room, Scott left the club. On the street he called Vasily Komorav.

“I find I could come back to your apartment tonight after all—if you still want me. And it’s a yes to the offer.” Then he held his breath. This was his chance to change direction, to start withdrawing from the wolf’s den.

There was no long pause, and Scott let out his breath in relief.

“Yes. Come over now. And I’m glad you’ll take the principal’s position I offered you at the ballet.”

Scott was escaping from the wolf’s den while he still could.

It was a sunny Saturday morning and I had to run some errands, go grocery shopping and all these boring real-life problems, you know. I put on a pair of short Adidas jogging trousers, Calvin Klein boxer briefs, Under Armour t-shirt, black Adidas crew socks and my Vans, size 46. When leaving the house, I realized how it would drive most of my fag followers crazy if they’d see me like that. Not wanting to spare them the opportunity, I took a picture and posted it on multiple of my kink social media accounts with the message “Who of you filthy faggots is eager to sniff my musky Vans after a hot summer day?”.  

I headed out and upon arriving at the shop, my phone had pinged already a few times. I checked whether anyone had actually written something. Turned out that “hoerigerJunge1995” (something like “obedientBoy1995” in English) had texted me: “Sir Aleks, this obedient, worthless fag boy would appreciate every single breath he could take from your huge, musky, godly Vans. Although I know that I will never be worthy enough to serve you.” Attached came a picture of a black-haired, naked guy kneeling in front of the camera, face down on the ground and arms stretched out towards the camera. It was funny how this boy was probably my age given his name and looks, but addressed me as ‘Sir’. He was not too bad looking from what I could see on the picture: neither fat nor too slim, no body hair, and neat appearance. His profile told me he was about 90 km away. Sad… no time for such a distance. I was invited to a friend’s housewarming party that evening quite far away and still some things to do.

So, I went on with my day, lunch, sexting, getting rid of some business stuff piled up from the week, etc. For the evening event, I changed my Adidas jogger for an A&F jeans and my Under Armour t-shirt for a well-fitting, black Hugo Boss business shirt accentuating my six pack and biceps.

An hour’s drive later, I arrived at my friend’s house. Jacob and his wife had prepared an awesome BBQ, salads, garlic bread and all the stuff you’d dream of. They were foodies, especially Jacob, and you could tell, but because of their friendliness and wholeheartedness, we had become close friends years ago. Any attempts from my side to get them working out a little more was in vain while their attempts to have me well-fed when coming around always succeeded. He gave me a house tour of all three floors and they’d modernized it quite well. Even the basement looked habitable by now with a sleepover couch in one room and a 3rd spare bathroom. However, Jacob made clear that there was still a lot to do down there. I had helped also once or twice so not everything was new to me, but the new furniture really elevated the place.

I also realized that there were quite some people at the party, mostly older neighbors, but also friends our age whom I haven’t met before. We introduced each other, music was playing, and as I was the newcomer to the group, I had some talking to do. However, me being an extrovert, I had no issue in doing so and became somewhat the center of conversation. Some female friends were eager to know how I kept so fit and lean when they saw how much was on my plate. “Cheat days, you know?”, I just grinned.

One of Jacob’s friends, he introduced himself as Chris, came back from the buffet and took a seat. He somewhat looked familiar to me, but I couldn’t quite fit him in. Also, it was the first time meeting this friend group, so… But then, when he looked down at his plate, his pitch-black hair directed towards me, it struck me. Could he be…? But that would have been too much of a coincidence, wouldn’t it? I remembered the app where you could see the distance to your chat counterparts and pulled out my phone. “hoerigerJunge1995” less than 1 km away, it read. I burst a short laughter and when all eyes turned on me, I just went for the “funny insta reel”. I fixed my gaze on Chris and made up a plan…

I waited for him to finish eating and when he brought his plate into the kitchen, I followed him. When he put down his plate on the counter, I came very close and whispered loud enough for him to hear “follow me, hoeriger Junge [obedient boy]” and headed down the stairs into the basement room with the extra couch. It took him another minute to follow suit, but when he entered the room, where I stood arms crossed, I could see he was shaking. His face red from shame and his eyes wide in horror. “Hey Aleks, s…see, I don’t know what you meant, you are mistaking me, could you please… maybe” he was babbling nonsense trying to make up a story of him not being the faggot who wanted to breath the putrid sweat odor out of my Vans. I walked to the door and locked it. I turned and commanded “Strip now and kneel down if you meant what you wrote or let your chance pass by, faggot.” He took a second to consider his options and started unclothing. Once he was fully naked, he knelt in front of me. I took a moment to assess my new fag boy. I was not disappointed, Chris was almost my height when standing, well-trimmed body hair, and even some visible muscles. However, when I looked down, I needed to withhold laughter. His little wiener was fully erect, but surely couldn’t measure more than 5 cm in length. He must have read my mind and blurted out: “Yes, I know Aleks. I do have a rather small penis and that is also why I see myself as a bottom…What’s wrong?” I kicked his upper body so that he fell over and was lying flat on his back now, my right Van pressing down on his chest with his hands to my ankle apparently trying to lift the pressure a little. “Why is it always that you faggot boys can’t stop babbling in my presence and that while you ARE talking, there is utter bullshit flowing out of your glory holes? First, you address me as Master Aleks or God Aleks or something creative showing my status compared to subs like you. When in public, you are free to refrain to ‘Sir’ so that it’s a little less obvious what a submissive cunt you are. Second, let go of my ankle. Your fag hands touch me only when I allow them to.” He obeyed immediately. “And third, you tiny dicklet has nothing to do with you being a cum-eating, feet-sniffing, cock-worshipping sissy boy. It’s just who you are. Like a personal trait, part of your character. You know, I like to read fantasy literature and you like to inhale the damp odors of young alpha Gods like me. And now I don’t wanna hear one more word. Crawl over to the couch and start licking the bottom of my Vans. You have to work for my shoe smog first.” With that I lifted my shoe and made myself comfortable on the guest couch with my shoes on the edge. Chris stayed on all fours like I demanded and almost came running. If he had had a tail butt plug in, it would have wiggled like the one of a really happy doggo. He started licking my soles up and down, even biting at some very crusty spots. He seemed to even swallow sometimes. I was surprised as to how thoroughly he performed the task. “Open up! I’m gonna give you some more liquid cleaner.” He opened his mouth, poked out his tongue and I spit on it. He didn’t swallow. “Continue, slave.”

After a couple of minutes, I was satisfied. This shouldn’t take too long since we were at a party and he had clearly shown his obedience. “Get off my soles!” He looked surprised and rather sad. But when I finally took off my right shoe, placed it in front of him, while he sat there on hands and knees again looking at me like a puppy, I made him the happiest slave when I said the words “You are free to sniff, boy.” He was on it as if I called dinner time. He buried his nose deep down in my shoes and inhaled, deep. His tongue started licking the inside trying to get every bit of my alpha sweat. I had to record a short video; this was too much fun to look at. He was too intrigued by my God odor to even notice. When he suddenly started “stroking” his excuse of a penis, I yelled: “Stop immediately or I will crush your balls so you will never ever cum again in your pathetic life!” He looked shocked, stopped without hesitation, brought his forehead to the ground and cried out: “I am sorry, Master. I was overwhelmed by the situation. Your smell is like a sex pheromone to me. It drives me crazy. I know this is no real excuse, but please accept my sincere apology.” “No offense taken. I hadn’t laid out all the rules to you yet. But remember that when I’m around, I am the only one to cum as long as I don’t allow you to. Now come here.” He crawled to my feet again, probably hoping for the second shoe, but I had different plans. “Have you ever sucked dick, fag boy?” He looked up at me wide-eyed. “No, Master. Only tried to practice with some dildos as I am not outed, yet…” “Well, first-timers always put in the little extra effort which I am looking for today.”

I unbuttoned my shirt and jeans and gave Chris a look at what was hidden within. My now almost fully hard 20 centimeters were still covered by my Calvins, but some pre-cum was leaking. I commanded him to kneel in front of me and lick through the boxers and have a little pre-taste. He started licking and I could see a little hesitation in his moves showing that he was unsure whether he could take the whole thing. “We will do that slow and easy first.” And with those words, I let my alpha rod slip out of my boxers into the boy’s face. The veins were clearly visible and the head was pulsing on the search for a willing target. Chris opened up, tongue out like an obedient fag. I steadily pushed my dick into his hole and he welcomed my first 10 cm without complain. I asked him to lick a little and make himself more comfortable even allowing him to grab my feet or legs to steady himself. His tongue was in action now and I quite enjoyed his effort to please me. He licked off my pre-cum and even went back and forth, now slowly reaching up to 13 to 15 cm of my rod. I moaned a little and took hold of his head. He put in even more effort to make me cum. “Prepare…” I said and I think he actually prepared for me to cum, but I wasn’t ready for that yet. I pushed deep, his nose hit my pubic area and the tip of my love rod went into his throat. He wasn’t prepared and tried to push back, but I had the leverage and held him tight in place. His eyes watered and his gag reflex chimed in, just a little more… And I pulled out. My little obedient fag fought for air desperately, coughed again and again. “Ok, we will have to work on that, but for now we will steady ourselves on the 13 to 15 cm you can already take. Are you ready to continue, fag?” “Yes, Sir, I want to taste your cum, please. May I have it, please?” I just smiled and brought my rod back to his lips which parted as if I’d said “Open sesame!”. Now, Chris was not holding back, he went back and forth, worked his tongue around my shaft, top and bottom. Even working on my balls without me asking. When I felt I was close to climax, I took hold of his head, increased the speed even further, in and out, in and out, his saliva dropping from his chin and BOOM. At the high point of my orgasm, I rammed my entire length into Chris’ hungry mouth and shot 5 loads of premium cream into his throat, but it was too much for him to take and he had to cough practically bringing some of the alpha juice back up through nose and mouth. I didn’t care whether he would suffocate at the spot and held him in place until my last drop was out. Then, I let go of his head and fell back onto the couch, totally satisfied with the world and my little fag boy. He was coughing and tried to pull in the snot-cum mixture running out of his nostrils. “When you’re done over there, clean me up” I ordered and it didn’t take him a second to crawl onto the couch and lick my rod and my pubic area clean. I just looked at him shortly. He was a mess with cum on his lips, his chin and his own sweat from the high effort he put in, but he obeyed my orders anyhow. 

When he was done, I just said “I am going upstairs now. You can now do whatever you like, but I expect you to be back in no more than 10 minutes and fetch me a coke on your way. You have been a good cock sucker today and I plan on using you more often now when I’m around. Remember how you’re supposed to treat me from now on, even with your friends around.” He still kneeled when I left the room, but as it didn’t take him more than 3 minutes to return with my coke in his hand, I am sure he didn’t need much time to help himself. The night got quite pleasant with having Chris around. I wasn’t commanding him around, it was more of a subtle “Oh, my coke is empty already” and before I even put in effort to get up, he was already on his toes “Mine too, gonna grab one for you, too” and when he put it in front of me, I jokingly said things like “It’s actually convenient to have someone serve you” and he took the joke, bowed like a butler and responded “at your service, Sir”. Everyone laughed, but no one caught the truth behind. When we were only a few people left and sat at the fire side, I even pushed our luck a little further and said to no one in particular “shit, my feet are killing me. Those Vans sure are comfortable, but my feet ache after a day with them on. Those foot massages during my last vacation sure were a treat. I’d kill for one now…” Chris took the hint immediately and said “well, I know how to give a good one and I wouldn’t mind if you don’t feel uncomfortable about it, Sir” again half bowing while seated to make it sound like a joke. At this point, no one even paid attention as the remaining people were talking or watching the fire absentmindedly, so I slipped off my Vans and brought my black Adidas crew socks up to the boy’s lap. His eyes were shining, he started massaging and whenever no one was looking into his direction he brought his nose just a liiiittle closer to take a whiff. I was relaxed and amused about how the night had turned out so surprisingly naughty and I think Chris was the happiest fag boy on earth…

No part 2! 😉

After straight Logan and I had wild man sex in my grad dorm on Sunday morning before we went to church (see chapter one), I was on cloud 9 as I was so into Logan, a very handsome sexy big farm raised straight dude (huge thick 10 inch cut cock) with a long-time girlfriend. My greatest dream had come true. But was this going to only be a one time hot man sex during a moment of lust or more?

After church that Sunday morning, we go out to a nice restaurant for brunch. I can not take my eyes off my new best friend and his sexy body. I am horny again for his amazing 10 inch very thick man meat deep in my man pussy. Man it was an incredible fuck and I needed more but I was concerned if what had happened might cause me to loose my best friend. During brunch, he seemed quiet and deep in thought. OH FUCK, I feared for the worse. 

After brunch, Logan gives me a hug and says: “Hey buddy, I have to go and meet my family as they are passing through town this afternoon on their way back to their farm and my girlfriend is with them. I’ll meet up with you at 6 PM for dinner this evening if you are free.”

I hug Logan back and say: “Sure buddy, I would love to have dinner with my best friend..See you at my room at 6:00 PM. Have a great time with your family.”

I go back to my room and begin tearing up. This was it, a one time incredible hot fuck experience with my straight buddy. Would he tell his girlfriend what we did? I was so depressed I couldn’t study so I go to the room of Sean, a fellow grad student, who I often play tennis with who was also gay. We had a three set match that helped me relax–Sean has a hot steady gay partner who is an undergraduate and on the university tennis team. Should I share what happened with Sean, a good friend and one who can keep a secret. I did tell him and he seems so supportive and as he gives me a hug and a kiss on my neck, my cock hardens. Sean is a very sexy horny dude.

I get back to my room and take long shower and once again douce my ass still hoping against hope that all will be OK. I long for more sex and that big man meat inside me.

After showering, I put on a loose red silk pair of gym shorts and get on my bed on my stomach and spread my legs and soon I am totally out napping. It must be around 5 PM, I think am I dreaming as I feel sexy hands pulling my gym shorts down and off of me. I had failed to lock my door. Man who might this be?  I tried to roll over and see who this was? Could it be Sean cheating on his boyfriend? The guy puts his hand on my head and says ssssssss. He will not let me turnover. HOLY FUCK this is so arousing and I am very horny.

The dude spreads my legs wide and gets between my legs and at this point although I am sad that Logan will probably not have sex with me again, I am so aroused for whoever was hot for me. Logan was not my first lay.

Holy fuck, the guy lowers his mouth as I feel his warm breath on my puckering eager ass entrance causing me to begin moaning. I begin to thrust my ass up into that face as he begins to kiss, lick, spit and suck on my very clean ass opening. Soon he is ramming his tongue as deep into my ass as possible before he then takes a finger and drives it deep in me and soon he is massaging my prostate driving me up the wall with pure animal lust. I want who ever is doing this to me. He smells so good as I enjoy his fresh cologne. He goes wild making sloppy sounds as he wildly is servicing my man pussy. He then runs his very warm blood filled cock up and down my back leaving a trail of leaking precum. The cock seems to be very big—both Logan and Sean have very big cocks. I know Sean has at least a 10.5 inch cut cock as I accidentally went into his room a couple of weeks ago and caught him fucking his partner. I saw it clearly as he pulled out that giant tool shocked that I had come in without knocking, man what a beautiful dick that Latin dude has. 

NOTE: I went to a very liberal university for graduate school. The LGBT community was very much embraced by the student body, faculty and administration.

This finger fucking my ass, eating my ass, running that wet cock up and down may now wet back and his hard breathing is too much for me as I say: “OH DUDE THAT IS SO FUCKING HOT, PLEASE STICK THAT BIG COCK INSIDE ME, PLEASE STOP TEASING ME, I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME HARD AND PLEASE BRED ME, I AM CLEAN, I WANT YOUR CUM DEEP IN MY PUSSY. I HOPE THAT IS YOU LOGAN.”

As straight Logan and I had had only this one time hot fuck, I was not cheating on him as he was not my boyfriend and might not ever be. Was it Sean?

I was horny as hell and as I had ever been and so excited about who it might be, the suspense and aggression of the dude was so hot that I did not want to know now but I needed that big cock deep in me. It had to be one of the dorm dudes as the dorm was closed to only those of us who had a key card.

Oh the dude was now breathing and grunting loudly as I feel the head of his big mushroom leaking cock begin to part my outer ass walls and soon that giant dick goes pass my worn sphincter and all the way deep in my ass tunnel as I feel his huge balls hit my huge low hanging balls. Then the fuck was on big time. The hot horny guy lowers his warm body down on to my back and begins to suck and lick on my neck and my ears holy shit as he jack hammers my ass going deep in me and almost all the way out over and over as I feel his mouth and tongue on my neck causing my rock hard cock to beat hard pressed into the mattress and sheets. The guy’s legs and feet are rubbing against my legs so intense as I begin to hump pushing his red hot manhood deep in my inner ass over and over. The guy is so horny and loving my ass that he actually does a gentle bite on my neck leaving what I am sure will leave a few sexual marks (hicky). The guy continues to fuck me, suck my ears and neck and then he takes a hand and goes under my front and begins to play with my rock hard nipples driving me wild for him. Oh I love having my sensitive nipples played with and sucked. I am shivering and covered in goose bumps. I can also feel the guy is shivering and full of electric shocks until I feel his cock head swell and he pulls his cock almost all the way out and gives one mighty heard thrust exploding with blast after blast of very warm thick cum flooding my ass with his baby makers.

When he is spent, I feel him pull out his still semi hard cock and then he turns me over and HOLY FUCK IT IS LOGAN!!!! “OH MY GOD LOGAN, it is you.” He has such a huge grin and also still that look of a guy as he comes. 

He kisses me and says: “Hey Eric, I just broke up with my girlfriend and told her and my parents that I am Gay. I was so surprised but happy how well my girlfriend dealt with the news. She told me to live my true self and she understands but would not have been so understanding if I was leaving her for another woman. My mother gave me a hug and said: “Baby Logan, a mother knows and I have known for some time that you were gay and was trying to deny who you are. I want to meet your new gay friend and thank him for helping you know who you are.” 

I love you Eric and can we be lovers at least until we graduate?”

“OH FUCK YEA Logan, I am so happy and man that was some great sex just now. I am so happy and I do want to meet your mother and I am pleased to help you come out. I need to come so bad. Will you suck my cock and let me shoot a load?”

“Fuck yea, Eric.”

Logan gets down between my now sweaty legs and thighs and takes my pulsating cock balls deep in his warm mouth. After all this steamy sex, I could not last more than a minute and I warn Logan I am about to come. He pulls his mouth off my cock and I go up to his chest and jerk a couple of times before I blast a load of warm cum on his face and chest. As I love cum, I go down and lick up my cum off his face and chest and I kiss him as he opens his mouth taking my cum load. It is Logan’s first real taste of man cum.

“Hey Logan Baby, you are now truly your true self. Man I am so happy for you.”

“Thanks Eric, I too am so free and really happy to admit who I am. Thanks and I love you.”

It is hard to believe this is really what happened. Logan and I became fuck buddies until we finished graduate school and went our separate ways. Lost contact with Logan but often wonder how is he?

I have some other hot scenes as to what we did. One exciting time was when Logan drove me out into the farm country to what seemed like a rather exclusive place close to where he grew up and we had sex in the car. That was really hot and exciting as we might get caught.  As we fucked, we could hear cows and dogs near by. How private was it really????

Would you guys like to hear a couple more stories about Logan and me and our sexual adventures at the university???? Did we have an open relationship? 

Eve messaged me to meet her Friday night at the Blue Curtain Bar downtown. I knew its reputation as a hardcore gay fetish/dance club; a  place I would never dream of ever going to ! Eve requested that Ruby should be “extra” hot and slutty. Just thinking about it made me dizzy with excitement. Ruby has never been out in public before, so I was a bit apprehensive. I went online to buy an ensemble that would be turning heads all night long! I wanted everything from my makeup to my dress to my shoes to be sparkling hot and gorgeous! All week long, I daydreamed and fantasized about how sexy and feminine I would be after transforming into Ruby. 

When Friday finally rolled around, I started preparing 4 hours in advance. I wanted to be perfect! I ran a hot bath and shaved my whole body. The feeling of smooth skin always flipped the switch for me; sending electric sparks all over my body! Tonight’s makeup would include long silver eyelashes and a blue bobbed wig. I slipped on a flesh toned thong under a sleeveless glittery sequin body con dress that left nothing to the imagination.I decided to go bare legged tonight. With a bit of flashy jewelry and platform sandals, I was ready!

The cab dropped me off in front. The neighborhood is pretty empty at night, but I could hear the beat of the dance music drifting into the street. My head and whole body was filled with the sound of my speeding heart as I entered the dark bar . The music felt like a tidal wave as it vibrated throughout my body. Eve came up to me and pushed a drink into my hand. It calmed my nerves and I started to feel more relaxed. We started dancing on the crowded dance floor. The room was so dark and full of fog (thanx to a fog machine) It felt like we were the only people in the room. As we danced, I knew Eve wasn’t here as my date, but more like my chaperon and pimp! She introduced me to a guy named Maximus.He was wearing very short shorts and no shirt.  As he and I  started dancing,Eve faded into the crowd leaving me alone in this  sea of sweaty gay men dancing and kissing and groping each other! It felt like an orgy! I started to feel my shyness quickly turning into animal lust as I felt his hands  around my hips; pulling me towards him; his cock pushing into my dress. It felt so big as it rubbed up against my bare legs. He was so assertive and manly;  exactly what I secretly desired and needed. Ruby was submissive and ready to please her lover. My hands roamed and grabbed his peachy muscled ass. We kissed deeply and hungrily. He pushed me to the ground and stuck his cock into my mouth. Without hesitation, I took his meat into my eager mouth; doing my best to imitate a woman sucking her lovers cock. He jerked and moaned as his cum dripped down my chin. As I stood up, Maximus kissed me as we shared his love juice. He took me by the hand and led me to a dark passage way that was much quieter and full of lovers in all sorts of erotic positions. I found myself staring in disbelief at this mysterious parallel world. This time he bent down and started rimming my virgin hole. It was the first time for me to have a man’s tongue deep inside my ass; I loved it. “don’t stop” I begged as my ass became wetter and wetter with his saliva. I felt like a woman getting her pussy eaten! I grabbed his head and pushed his mouth deeper. I craved his tongue to go even deeper and further inside of me! I knew deep down that a tongue was no substitute for the real thing!  With my ass fully moist and primed, I knew now was the time for Ruby to finally become the woman that she always fantasized about!  “Please put that big big cock of yours into my tight hole”..I moaned and teased as I tilted my thonged ass into the air like a slutty alley cat. His hand reached out for my hips; the feel of his cock head slowly pushing into my virgin ass was so amazing.I felt hot tears rolling down my cheeks. My ass filled  with such burning pain as his cock drilled deeper into me. I could hear our animal like groans as his cock filled me up; fucking his submissive Ruby deeper and deeper. With my dress hiked up exposing my bare ass, I looked like a cheap whore getting fucked by her “John” His delicious cock stroking her man hole over and over.”Cum inside of me” she cried out as his man juice covered her glistening sweaty ass. Ruby reached around and licked and devoured his softening cock.

As she fixed her clothes and makeup, she took out a pen and wrote her phone number on his hand.  Ruby was a slut at heart and sexually insatiable! She craved and dreamt of cock constantly! This was only the beginning of her sexual journey!