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Bret was an average man, nothing strange about him to most people.  Mid thirties, had a circle beard goatee, and was rather chunky. He would wear blue jeans and a white T-shirt. He barely made enough money to pay the bills for his house and his family’s needs. 

He was driving down the road at high speed one morning. He was late for work. He needed to take the very long way around the lake due to construction on the bridge he normally took. He had an important meeting at work for a potential promotion, and didn’t want to miss it. 

The old county road didn’t have much if any traffic at this time of day after the morning rush hour. So he was shocked when red and blue lights filled his rear view mirror. He pulled over and stopped. The cop exited his car and walked to Bret’s window. He was a muscular man with thick stubble in his late forties.

“License and registration.” The cop ordered. Bret looked at the cop’s name badge. Vlad.

“Yes, they’re right here.” Bret opened his glove box and handed his papers over. The cop looked them over very carefully.

“So, Bret… you know why I pulled you over?” The Vlad asked.

“I was speeding… look, I’m late for work and was just trying not to get in any more trouble. I learned my lesson, can we possibly forget this ever happened?” Bret asked

“Sorry, but no can do.  I fact you have a problem with your regeneration here. I may need to bring you down to the station.” He said.

“What? There’s nothing wrong, let me see it.” Bret said.

“Sure.” The cop pinned the paper to the inside of the door with his hand. “It’s right here.” The cop pointed to a number on paper with a pen, then bloted out one of the digits. “You see, I can’t read what this says…”

“Come on why are you doing this?” Bret asked desperately. “What do you want, is it money? Because a barely make ends meet.”

“I’m afraid the ticket for this would be quiet hefty, maybe five hundred dollars. Maybe even more.” The cop said unremorseful.

“I don’t have that kind of money.” Bret said. 

“That’s unfortunate, I’m not an unreasonable guy, perhaps we can work something out…” Vlad said with a wink.

“What are you thinking?” Bret asked.

“You don’t have any money, and I don’t need to file this report if I had good reason not to…” Vlad said with a growing smile.

“What could be a good reason?” Bret asked with a slight worry in his voice.

“I think you know.” Vlad said. “I would let this all slide, if you let me have that nice thick ass of yours.”

“Okay, I see what’s up, this is all just a hookup game for you. But you got the wrong guy. I’m not interested. I don’t care what your into, I won’t tell anyone, but I’ll be on my way now.” Bret said as he reached for his key.

“Then it’s off to the station for you.” Vlad said firmly.

“Look, I don’t do anything wrong other than a little speeding, you shot your shot and I said no.  You have no grounds for arrest.” Bret said.

“You’re regeneration in unreadable, that’s all the proof I need.” Vlad said with a laugh. “Either I fuck that ass yours, or you’re getting a fine, and going to the station.”

Bret didn’t know how to get out of the situation. He thought long and hard about how important getting this promotion was to his family. If he could just make a bit more money, everything would be better. 

“Fine, just do do it, I can’t go to jail.” Bret said.

“Do what? I’m not sure what you’re saying…” The cop said.

Bret rolled his eyes. “Really your making me do it?”

“Yeah.” Vlad said with a smile. “,what do you want me to do?”

“I want you to fuck me in the ass, if it gets me out of going to the station.” Bret said.

“Good man. Now get off your butt a strip.” Vlad ordered. Bret stepped out of his car, and pulled down his pants, and underwear. He felt embarrassed, he wasn’t even a traditionally attractive man.

“Nice! You’re already getting hard. What are you a virgin?” Vlad asked.

“No. I just… never had someone order me to do it. My wife, she never wanted to.” Bret said.

“You’re lucky I found you. I’ve been waiting a while to use a nice fat ass.” Vlad said. He walked up to Bret, and pressed him against the car. “Now spread those cheeks and give me that ass.”

“Right here? Can’t we at least do it somewhere more private? Like the woods?” Bret asked.

“No! Do what you’re told or go to the station. Now if you’re done I’m going to stick my dick in you!” Vlad yelled.

“Yes sir, sorry sir.” Bret said. He did as he was told, and leaned on his car. His legs spread, his ass exposed. Vlad took a moment to savor the moment, and admire the sight. He grabbed a handful of Bret’s ass.

“Wow, such a fine ass.” Vlad said. He squeezed, and fondled it, enjoying every moment. He gave the ass a hard slap. He rubbed it, and then gave it another slap. He repeated the slaps, watching Bret’s ass turn a darker and darker red.

“I’m ready.” Vlad said. He pulled out his large cock, and stroked it. It was thick and long. “I’m going to make you feel things you never felt before.”

“Just do it.” Bret said.

Vlad lined his cock up to Bret’s hole, and thrusted his cock all the way in. Bret grunted, and let out a yelp. Vlad was too strong, and was not concerned with Bret’s comfort.

“It’s in! Wow, you are tight!” Vlad exclaimed.

“It’s so big.” Bret said. Vlad pulled his hips back, and then rammed his cock back in. He continued at this pace.

“How do you like that, faggot?” Vlad asked.

“Please slow down. You’re tearing me.” Bret pleaded.

“I’m fucking your hole, and I will do it as fast and hard as I want.” Vlad said. He gave an especially hard thrust, he started thrusting in and out faster, and harder.

A loud hum came from down the road. It was a vehicle of some kind, and getting closer. “Sir, there’s a car coming!” Bret said. “We should-“

“No. I am fucking you. Whoever’s coming will see us. They won’t care.” Vlad said. “Now shut up and do as I tell you.”

The car approached, and stopped. It was a blue pick-up truck with a single driver. He had a long gray beard and was dressed like all the farmers around dressed. The window rolled down.

“Having fun there, Officer?” The farmer asked.

“Yes sir, we are having a good old time.” Vlad said, giving Bret’s ass a firm slap.

The farmer looked at the scene in front of him pondering “Can I join?” The farmer asked.

“Sure.” Vlad said. “Get over here.”

“Right away.” The man said. He left the truck, and walked towards them. He was stubby and had a big round gut. His beard and hair were silver.

“I’ll fuck his ass, and you can have his mouth.” Vlad said.

“Perfect.” The man said. “I’ve never seen him before, he’s a new whore. I love them new.”

“Yeah, it’s his first time.” Vlad said.

The man stood in front of Bret. He was already hard, and pulled out his cock. It was long and thin.

“Open wide, slut.” The farmer ordered.

“I’ve never-” Bret started.

“Shut up. We will train you. You will take every dick that comes your way, and you will enjoy it.” Vlad said. “Now get sucking.”

“Okay.” Bret opened his mouth and took the farmer’s cock. Bret’s forehead sunk into the farmer’s belly. The farmer immediately began to thrust in and out, hitting the back of Bret’s throat.

“Good job, bitch. Your throat is mine.” The farmer said.

Vlad started thrusting again, this time even harder than before. “Your ass is my fuck hole. I own it. You’re my cum dumpster.”

“Yeah, he loves this. Look how hard he is. He’s been waiting to be our little fuck boy.” The farmer said.

“You love us, don’t you?” Vlad asked.

“He’s nodding, he’s such a good slut.” The farmer said.

Vlad and the farmer kept up their brutal pace, and Bret kept his mouth open and ass exposed. He didn’t want to displease them.

Another car passed but Bret didn’t see it. His eyes were closed and he was focusing on pleasing the two men.

“Damn, I’m nearly ready to cum, can I borrow his ass?” The farmer asked.

“Go ahead. Make him nice and full of cum.” Vlad said.

“Gladly.” The farmer, as he walked around the car to where Bret’s ass was exposed.

“Spread those cheeks, boy.” the farmer said, slapping Bret’s fat ass.

Bret complied, spreading his ass cheeks to reveal his freshly fucked asshole. The farmer lined up his cock and pushed it inside.

“Oh fuck, you are tight.” he said, thrusting his cock deeper.

“That’s what I said!” Vlad added

The farmer began pounding Bret’s ass, thrusting his cock deep into Bret’s hole.

“Oh, fuck yeah, boy. You like that big cock?” the farmer moaned, slapping Bret’s ass.

“Yes, sir.” Bret moaned.

“Good, boy.” the farmer grunted, picking up the pace.

Bret was lost in the sensation, his hole stretched to accommodate the farmer’s thick cock.

“Fuck, you’re good at this, boy.” the farmer moaned.

“Fuck, I’m close.” he groaned, as his cock pulsed inside Bret’s ass.

“Oh, fuck. I’m cumming!” the farmer grunted, releasing his hot load into Bret’s ass.

“Fuck, that was good.” the farmer said, pulling his cock out and wiping it off with his hand.

“Thanks, boy.” he said, smacking Bret on the ass.

“Glad… to be of service, sir.” Bret responded, voice muffled in pain.

“Well, officer, it’s been a pleasure, but I have to get back to work.” the farmer said, pulling up his jeans.

“Thank you, sir. And remember, speed limit is 40.” Vlad said, still stroking his cock.

“Don’t worry, officer. I won’t be speeding anytime soon. Unless I see you on the side of the road again.” the farmer chuckled, as he walked back to his truck and drove away.

“That was hot.” Vlad said, walking back around the car.

“Yes, sir.” Bret said, feeling the farmer’s cum oozing out of his ass.

“Well, Bret, looks like you did good today.” the cop said, stroking his cock.

“Thanks, sir.” Bret responded, watching the cop stroke his cock.

“I won’t hall you off to the station, But, there is still the issue of your speeding ticket.” the cop said, smirking.

“Please, officer. I can’t afford that.” Bret pleaded.

“Well, I can let you off the hook if you keep your mouth shut and take my load on your face.” the cop said, rubbing the head of his cock on Bret’s nose.

“Okay, sir.” Bret said, looking up at the cop.

“Close your eyes, boy.” the cop said, aiming his cock at Bret’s face.

“Oh, fuck yeah. That’s a good boy.” the cop moaned, shooting his hot load onto Bret’s face.

“Oh fuck.” he said, pumping his cock. “That’s a good boy, taking my load.”

“Whatever you want sir.” Bret said

“Here,” the cop said, handing Bret his license, and a small wad of cash. “Remember, don’t speed in these parts. Unless you want to see me again.”

I always feel empty after Sir leaves. It is like a void has been created, with all the energy having been sucked out of my place. He is one of several men I have on rotation, but he alone is the reason I changed my profile from Top to vers top. Ever since I first saw him at the leather bar, I was under his spell. There was something about him that commanded attention and I was more than happy to give it to him. I first saw him at BLUF night at my local leather bar, he was just leaning against the bar, smoking his cigar. Everyone was staring at him, which was not surprising he was one hot fucking daddy. He was a muscle queen, and although in late fifties, you knew he still had a rocking body under that tank top. His grey beard and leather skin only added to his charm. Despite commanding the room, he did not pay anyone too much attention, and usually waited for his prey to come to him. That night I was no different, I purposely went to order at the bar right next to him. He just stared at me, clearly annoyed at me for invading his space. He stared, and I stared back and tried to smile. Looking me up and down he then told me to watch myself, he usually puts rude boys in their place. I just smiled and told him, that was what I was hoping. He just smiled and walked to the door, and I followed, forgetting the drink I just ordered. He came back to my place and fucked me so hard I was sore for a few days. It had been a long time since I was last fucked by anyone let alone a man like him. 

 He became one of my regulars, or I should say I became one of his. He did not call often, but when he did, I dropped everything to make sure I would be free. There were a few occasions I had to kick a guy out because he called. Not much was usually said during these booty calls, he would arrive in his leather chaps and boots, harness over a t-shirt, and muir cap, he would sit down, light a cigar while I went to get him a beer or whiskey. I would watch him enjoying his cigar, as he stared back at me. This would play out in silence, which only served to make me hornier and hornier with each puff he took. As soon as he gave me the signal, I would rush over and get on my knees, eager to start working his cock. Usually I would play with his cock through the leather before releasing it, only to devour it with one huge inhale. He had me acting like some eager teenager, hungry for cock. I would work him up and down like a piston, I could not get enough. More than a few times he would have to hold my head down to slow my pace. This only made me more eager. I would always continue to work his cock, until he placed the cigar down, which meant he was ready to fuck me. As soon as that cigar touch the table, I would eagerly release his cock from my mouth and let him stand up. Depending on his mood we would either fuck right in living room, but sometimes if he was going to take more time we would head to the bedroom. Last night we went to the bedroom. 

 He gave me one of the best fuckings of my life. He had me bent over with my face pressed into the pillow. My arse in the air, his hand on my shoulders, he hardly gave me time to get adjusted to his huge cock before he was ramming it into me. With each thrust I let out a moan into the pillow enjoying that sweet spot between pain and ecstasy. Clearly he had some aggression to let out and I was his release. He grabbed onto my harness as he tried to get even more momentum, I was not sure I could take any more but he kept going. FInally I heard his breathing increase and pace slowed and I knew he was close. I felt him give one final thrust, leaned forward and released his seed into me. As he filled my arse with his manly juices, I felt the sweat dripping from his chest onto my back which only made it that much hotter. When he was done, he pulled out, and lay next to me for 10 mins in silence. He then told me he had to go, so he gathered his stuff, got dressed, and walked out. As I heard the door close, I laid there still coming down from the high I was feeling, wondering if I, as a top, could ever be as good as he was, while slowly drifting off to sleep.

 When I woke up, I went down to the kitchen and I could still smell the lingering odour of his cigar. I had not showered, so I could also still smell him on me. It was making me horny. I then realized that I did not get the chance to come myself last night. I thought, given how horny I was feeling that rather than masturbating I would try one of my other regulars who usually up for a morning romp. Within seconds of texting him, he replied. He was eager and was on his way. I looked around the room and started to clean up. I realized I was naked and still had my harness on from last night. I realized it did not matter, so I continued to clean. It was then that I noticed that Sir’s unfinished gar was still on the table. I picked it up ready to throw it out, but instead sniffed it. Mixed in with the smell of tobacco and ash, I could smell him on the gar. I brought it to my mouth, the end was still moist from his lips. I savored the taste of him, rolling it on my tongue. He liked his cigars with larger gauge so it had a substantial feel to the mouth. I then sat in his favorite chair and lit the cigar. As I took in a large plume of smoke, I could feel his presence in the room. I continued to smoke his gar, letting the tip linger on my tongue as I tried to taste him more. The smell of smoke and large gar in my mouth had me fantasizing about having his large cock in my mouth. Imagining him there, I closed my eyes as I thought about how much I missed him. I was brought out of my haze by the buzz on my phone. It was my booty call. I entered the code so he could let himself in. As he walked in he looked over at me. I must have been quite a sight, naked, lounging in my armchair, with harness on, smoking the ends of a cigar. He looked at me and smiled and said, “Sir was here last night I see.” I just smiled back. 

Without missing a beat, he came over to me and went straight to his knees. He took my semi-erect cock and leaned forward to smell it. As i had not showered I knew it would be covered in dried pre-cum and sweat. After taking a deep inhale he looked up at me and gave me a toothy grin and then gingerly began to run his tongue along the head of my cock and down the shaft. I could see he was enjoying the musty flavors of last night caked onto my member. As he cleaned my cock with his mouth, he started to get more and more eager, sucking harder and faster. Clearly turned on by the sloppy leftovers on my dick, he continued working me up and down aggressively. Although enjoying what was going on, I tried to capture Sir’s energy and took one more inhale of cigar. This made me realize I wanted to make this last, so I grabbed his head and held him down on my cock, thrusting my pelvis forward from chair making sure he was taking all of me. Before he could get his breadth back, I gave him a good hard face fucking before releasing him. He then backed away from my cock and took some deep breaths, as his saliva dripped down his lips. He looked at me with gar stub in my mouth and smiled, and then went back down. 

On his return he started to work my balls, slowly taking each orb into his mouth, rolling them on his tongue. He let them go and slowly licked my sac, getting them wet with his saliva. I then noticed he paused, like a hound dog on the trail, I felt his tongue make its way down to my arse. When he got to my arsehole, he began eagerly licking the rim. I realized that he probably was smelling and tasting Sir’s leftovers. Without missing a beat, he lifted my legs up towards my shoulders and began aggressively cleaning my hole. Although many of my bottoms like to clean my arse, this time was different, he was working me like I never have been before. I could feel my whole body twitch with each prod of his tongue. He was hitting every erogenous zone I had and clearly he could tell, as I was moaning like a whore. He worked me for what seemed like ages, and i was not sure i could take much more. As my body was writhing from the sensation, he then moved back up to my cock and worked with his lips and hands. It did not take long before I was close. I warned him that he would be any moment now, and he only got more aggressive. As I knew I was about to explode, I grabbed his head, held him down and I shot load after load down his gullet. He did not resist. He eagerly took all I had to offer. When i was done, he cleaned my cock for a second time this morning. Once I was spent, I let him go. He cleaned his lips with his tongue and stood up and collapsed on the chair next to me. I looked at him and told him that was amazing. He just smiled, then asked when it was his turn. I told him, let’s have some breakfast and shower and we can maybe get into round two. He said that sounded like a great plan. I then said, if you are lucky I will try and fuck you like Sir fucks me. He just smiled and said, “I hope you do”

Things didn’t feel right with me. My head hurt and my body stung, a sudden wave of pain shot throughout me. My eyes shoot awake and my whole body tenses against restraints. What the hell? My arms can’t move and my legs are tied together, I tried to scream but something was shoved in my mouth. I felt lost not knowing where I was, something was over my head blocking my vision but I could tell I was laying on a bed.

“Silly boy.” a grown man voice teased not far away from me, “where do you think you’re going?”

I writhed in my constraints, uncertain was was happening, screaming for help the best I could. Then I remembered what happened. Mark drugged me, he must have. But this who’s speaking, isn’t Mark.

“Wondering who I am?” the voice still taunted me.

Suddenly a sharp pain to stomach, the man punched my gut. I heaved in pain, threatening to puke.

“I think you have a good idea who I am, yeah?” His voice was gruff and insincere, this amused tone was slipping through. “Don’t you remember me?” Another punch to my stomach.

I wiggled more now, trying my best to protect myself. Is this that guy from Grindr? But-how?

“But this isn’t the time for speaking.” This time he slapped my head but not as hard, “I’m gonna ruin you boy.”

I felt his hands grab onto my tied ankles, sliding me across the surface. His hands squeezed my dick and balls hard, not in a sensual way, now realizing that I was only wearing boxers. I started to cry underneath the cloth helmet I had on, what the hell is happening? Where is Mark? Where is mom?

“Time to get you ready.” He snarled at me.

The next few minutes we wrestled a bit, him forcing my body into a hanging contraption, I fought and fought but nothing was enough. He eventually got me secure, dangling with with my stomach facing out and legs spread in the air. My head hung down and backwards, the blood rushed to my brain. He berated me the whole time I struggled, “strike one… strike two…” he would continue counting everything I did something he didn’t like. I still trembled here in the air but in a way it felt comfortable, there was nothing I could do here but lay and be quiet.

“Six strikes boy!” I heard a smack of something across the room, “You must really like pain.” I could just hear the smile on his wicked face.

*smack*

A paddle of sorts hit me hard in the chest.

*smack*

Another hit in the same spot. My eyes welled and my body convulsed in pain, laying there helpless.

*smack smack smack smack*

He finished the sixth strike, no telling how red and bruised my chest was.

Next thing I know, his hands were feeling around my ass, his fingers brushing over my hole. I tightened up, scared and nervous. Was he really going to rape me? This can’t be happening.

Then I felt the pressure, one his fingers plunged into my dry hole and my whole body shocked. I heard him laugh at me, his other hand now resting on my bare stomach. Another finger he plunged in, it could only go in so fast because of how it dry it was and the pain seared through me. I was screaming.

He pulled his fingers out quickly and returned them just as fast, though this time now wet and slick. He shoved as many fingers he could into my hole, the pain felt as if I he was splitting me in half, certainly I had to be bleeding.

“Good faggot.” He breathed while pumping his fingers, “ready for daddy cock?”

I froze in terror just thinking. If this is the guy from Grindr, he has a massive dick, no way I could take it!

I felt his tip sit on my hole, and in one thrust, his whole dick slid into my hole. I screamed at the top of my lungs, the way it burned almost felt cold, I felt like my body was splitting in two.

He continued insulting me as he had his way with me, calling me faggot and little boy, stupid and worthless. All the while he rammed his massive dick inside me, not caring how badly it hurt me. Is this really happening? The pain was just so much, I couldn’t take it any longer.

And soon the world went black again..

*********

I next woke up with a huge breath, I already felt something sliding in and out of me. I could hear grunts and laughter all around me.

“The bitch is up!” I heard someone yell, another unfamiliar voice. I heard hoots and hollers, at least 5 men had to be here with me.

“Mark take it off!” Another voice called our. Mark? He’s here?

Suddenly the cloth was removed from my head, the dim light still hurt from being in total darkness. My head was angled upside down and my vision started blurry and disoriented. Soon my vision cleared as I felt hands holding the back of my head up, it was Mark, staring right at me. His dark features and sharp jaw stuck me in a trance. I still felt something, no someone, pumping in and out of me. All the while Mark started down at me with a smile, me on the other hand with teary eyes.

What the actual fuck?

Mark moved my head upwards, easing my vision to who was inside me. Is that… is that Mr Werthers? The man connected eyes with me, my own soccer coach. I hadn’t had time to react before he reached his hand over and smacked me in the face, I was still so in shock. Then he started pumping into me even faster, I could barely feel it anymore.

How many guys have fucked me? Who is even here? Why is Mark doing this to me?

Mark dropped his hands and along with them went my head, slung back again and staring at Marks bulge.

“We’re sick of that hole, Evan.” I heard Marks voice ooze out, he sounded like it was my fault. “We expect you not to scream, because if you do.. well..” I felt Coach Werthers grab onto my balls and squeeze, my eyes bulged in pain and my body convulsed again. He let off his grip and heart started to beat again, “so no screaming okay?” Marks voice stated this eerie calm.

Mark started undoing the gag shoved in my mouth, releasing it and dropping to the floor. Streams of saliva poured from my open mouth and I immediately started coughing.

“Enough of that.” Marks tone changed, I heard that same tone earlier in my room. His hands grabbed my throat, squeezing slightly and positioning my head, “open up.”

His dick slid into my mouth and it didn’t take long for me to gag. I heaved on it immediately but nothing came out.

“Perfectly clean, am I right fellas!” mark cooed to his surrounding friends. I heard Coach Werthers swap off with someone else who gripped on to my waist, plunging their dick into my beaten loose hole.

Mark started slamming his dick in my throat, pressing his dick with his chokehold around my neck. I gagged and heaved and coughed and spit but nothing stopped him from fucking my face. Tears and slime kept spewing out of me, I felt the liquid pooling in my nose and eyes, getting in my hair and dripping to the floor.

Is this seriously happening? My step father Mark is raping my mouth, my coach just raped me, several men are here to rape me. How is this even real?

This can’t be real..

Pt 3 coming soon

After entering the room for my post-game session with the physio, I stripped down and walked to the massage table buck naked, with my towel on my left shoulder. Marek, the physio, had already seen my dick yesterday and the day before. He had seen it soft. He had seen it hard. He had felt it in his hand. And he had milked it dry, making me shoot my most intimate nectar several feet off the massage table. I felt there was no point in hiding my manhood from him, especially since my body was craving for another full-service massage.

I laid on the massage table, on my stomach, with my soft dick and balls lodged in-between my legs, in plain view of Marek.

‘Any particular area you want me to focus on?’ Marek asked.

‘Pretty much everywhere’ I responded. ‘But maybe more my shoulders and pecs’.

I had asked Marek to skip my pecs yesterday, because I was afraid his hands brushing my sensitive nipples would get me hard. It turned out to be a futile endeavor. I got hard regardless. So, no need to be cute today. I was going to get hard again. There was no point trying to fight it. Besides, all the hammering on my opponent’s backhand during today’s match had taken a toll on my right arm and shoulder, which carried over to my pecs.

Accepting the reality that I was going to get hard at one point or another during the massage allowed me to fully relax and not funnel my energy trying to fight a nascent hardon. Marek’s strong hands on my aching shoulders felt amazing. He was digging deep into my tissues. It created a burning sensation while doing it, but the pain evacuated all the tension out of my overworked muscles and the feeling of absolute serenity afterwards was out of this world.

Marek continued down my back and my legs, like he had done before. By the time he asked me to flip over, I had managed to remain soft. Since I was trying to not think about anything and left my brain completely idle, I had no reason to have any sexual thought of any kind.

But things quickly changed once I laid on my back, with my dick in full view. From my vantage point, my pubes were sticking out like a hedge in an English countryside. The expression ‘bush’ had never been more appropriate than right now. When Marek pulled my arms behind my head, exposing my hairy arm pits in addition to my pubes, I felt like my manliness was on full display, even if it was just him and me in the room. Even though I had showered after the game, my exposed armpits still released a sweaty musk that traveled to my nostrils and seemed to fill up the entire room. Having massaged players all day, Marek was pretty ripe himself, testosterone evaporating from his masculine body and adding to my own funk. It kind of turned me on. Two guys, smelling like guys, and about to do the manliest thing that exists: discharging the liquid proof of their manliness. And my dick started swelling. Within a minute, I was rock-hard again, my dick throbbing over my treasure trail.

As much as I felt utterly embarrassed by my accidental erection on the first day, and to some extent yesterday, today, I couldn’t care less. There’s only so much embarrassment to go around. And me getting hard under the touch of Marek’s magic fingers had kind of become the norm.

When Marek started working on my pecs, accidentally brushing my nipples along the way, the temperature in my cock rose by a thousand degrees and my shaft felt like hot iron coming out of a forge. And I started leaking precum. I would be at his mercy the minute his fingers made their way to my manhood.

Although I had my eyes closed most of the time, savoring the sensation of Marek’s magic touch on my tissues, I did open my eyes a couple of times. While Marek was standing behind me, his head was hovering just a foot over mine, upside down from me, as his hands were moving up and down my chest. I could see his brown eyes focused on my muscles and his thick dark beard, so much thicker and darker than mine. He was wearing a loose V-shaped shirt, which was hanging several inches below his torso and allowed me to peak inside. It gave me a plain view of his hairy chest, which continued way below his pecs and what felt like all the way down to his belly button. Fuck! He was so masculine, with all his body hair while he was rubbing my smooth chest. Although I wasn’t sexually attracted to him, having this alpha male massage my twinky body felt surprisingly erotic. And my dick double downed on its throbbing.

Once he was done massaging my pecs, Marek went straight to grabbing my hard dick with his right hand and started jerking me off. He didn’t even ask. He just went for it. Since he had jerked me to completion both yesterday and the day before and had even stuck his finger up my ass, I guess we were passed the chivalry stage and asking for permission.

I didn’t stop him either.

After stroking my dick for a minute or two, to get me in the mood, not that my dick needed it, Marek brought the bottle of massage oil and lubed up both his fingers and my backdoor. And he inserted his middle finger inside me, just like he had done yesterday. Although my hole was no longer pristine, my ring still tried to stop the invasion, clamping on Marek’s finger as he forced his way in. A guy just can’t let another guy stick his finger up his ass without fighting back. But once Marek had broken through my first line of defense, the feeling of his finger inside my chute was just as amazing as it was last night.

And then he hit my G-spot.

I closed my eyes while I was savoring the sensations. But suddenly, I felt something different on my dick, some wet flesh enveloping my cock and applying a new type of pressure that felt incredible. I opened my eyes and saw that Marek had swallowed my cock and was now blowing me. I couldn’t believe my eyes. But he indeed had his lips on my shaft, and it felt amazing. His lips were just as skilled as his fingers and were providing a new type of stimulation I wasn’t used to.

Even though I was 21, it was only my second proper blow job ever. The first and only one before that was early on when I started going out with Stella. After me begging for it for several weeks, she reluctantly accepted to suck my dick. Since I didn’t know any better at the time, it felt incredible. But once I was about to blow, I let her know I was getting close, like she had asked me to. And even though she pulled out just in time, I ended up shooting so hard that my first rope hit her in the face. She abruptly let go of my dick and jumped off the bed, leaving my cock unattended right at the most crucial moment. Although my cock shot a second rope, my wings got clipped right during take-off.

And my orgasm crashed and burned.

By blowing in her face, I had signed both the birth certificate and the death certificate of my blow job receiving career with Stella. After that, she was fine putting my dick in her mouth in order to get me hard. But at the first trace of precum, she would pull out and have her hand take over from her lips.

But that wasn’t the case with Marek. My cock had already been leaking precum way before he even started blowing me. And the flow only intensified after that. But Marek didn’t seem to care. Not only was he way more talented than Stella at sucking dick, but the grinding of his stubble against my skin added to the oral stimulation. His thick beard cut through my pubes like butter and the sharp ending of his hairs was grinding the sensitive skin underneath my pubes like sandpaper. Although it hurt a bit, it was a good hurt and sent electric shocks throughout my body.

‘Vas-y, suce-moi la bite!’ I let out.

I was surprised that I would even say something like that, ordering another dude to suck my dick. But I was like in a trance from all the nerve endings that were set on fire by Marek’s lips around my dickhead and his fingers at the base of my shaft, not to mention the finger of his other hand hammering my G-spot. And his tongue was playing with my foreskin. In no time, my dick was on the verge of exploding.

‘Oh putain, j’vais jouir!’ I told Marek, following the guy’s code, a gentleman agreement of some sort, letting the one sucking my dick know that I was about to blow and there was still time to pull out before I flooded his mouth with my swimmers.

But Marek continued to suck my dick. And his finger continued to tickle my G-spot. Since I had been yelling ‘Oh putain, j’vais jouir!’ just before shooting for the past two days, I just assumed Marek knew what that meant by now, even if he didn’t speak any French. But maybe I had overestimated his language skills. Or maybe his brain was so focused on sucking my dick that he couldn’t multi-task and process what I just said.

‘I’m gonna cum’ I then said, as I was getting closer to the point of no return, hoping he’d understand better if I said it in English. I had no clue how to say ‘I’m gonna cum’ in Czech.

But Marek continued servicing my dick. And I started to panic when I realized I wouldn’t be able to contain my excitement before my protein flooded his mouth.

‘I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum, I’M GONNA CCCUUUUUAAARRRRGGHGHHHH!’ I screamed, as a tsunami of spunk forced its way through my shaft at 200mph, devastating everything in its path. But Marek kept pumping on. And instead of trying to dodge the upcoming tornado of jizz, he even accelerated his lip movement, all that while his finger kept hammering my G-spot inside me. A double stimulation that sent my brain and my whole body into overdrive.

A rocket shot out of my dick and hammered the back of Marek’s throat. Marek let out a little moan when my rocket hit him. I wasn’t sure if he was caught by surprised or if he got overwhelmed by the amount of jizz gushing out of my piss slit or if the sheer strength of my squirt scraped the roof of his mouth. But I didn’t get much time to wonder as a second rope shot out of my cock, not as strong as the first one but just as pleasurable.

The intensity of my orgasm fried my motherboard. I couldn’t control myself. Without even realizing it, my hands grabbed the back of Marek’s head and pressed his face against my pubes, making sure he continued to suck my dick while I was blowing, although Marek showed no sign of trying to pull out.

I thought my orgasms yesterday and the day before had been amazing. But this one was beyond anything I had ever experienced. My whole body started spasming as all my circuits were blowing up, like a computer letting out sparks during an alien attack in a Sci-Fi movie. And I wasn’t moaning or whimpering anymore. I was plain grunting as the fire in my cock was consuming my entire body. And the massage table was squeaking underneath me.

My cock eventually stopped shooting as there was no more jizz to extract from my Belgian balls. My first full-on blow job had just been the most incredible experience of my life. I have no clue how much I blew, since it all ended up in Marek’s mouth rather than out in the open. But it felt like a gallon. My nuts inside my ball sack probably looked like an old dry sponge that baked in the sun for too long.

Marek stood up and ran toward the trash can where he regurgitated the mix of spunk and spit out of his mouth. I felt bad for Marek, that he had to endure such a distasteful feeding in order to give me the most wonderful gift I could ever ask for: allowing me to cum in his mouth and continuing to stimulate my cock with his lips all through my orgasm. I had tasted my own cum a couple of times and I didn’t care for it. It tasted salty and almost rancid. The fact Marek was forced to taste several squirts of it felt disgusting. And I couldn’t believe he had just done that for me.

I was still laying on the massage table, panting heavily, trying to regain my senses after having been in a parallel universe for the past minute or so. Marek took a sip of water, gurgled, and spit it out in the trash can, still trying to wash out my salty fluid out of his mouth.

‘Thanks Marek’ I just said, not quite sure what more to add. ‘It was incredible!’

‘You’re welcome’ he just responded.

I couldn’t tell if he was upset at me for shooting in his mouth. Short of having learned all the dirty talk in Czech, I’m not quite sure what more I could have done to let him know I was about to blow my load. He had to know it was coming (no pun intended). He probably just did it out of obligation, even if he didn’t care for the taste of my baby batter. But he had gone way beyond the call of duty as a physio.

‘Marek, I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me over the last three days’ I went on to say. ‘I really meant it when I said that I owe you part of my wins. I have felt so relaxed every time I’ve walked out of this room. I’ve been having the best sleep of my life. And I’m in tip top shape every morning when I wake up.’

He just smiled at me without saying a word.

‘I really feel like I’m indebted to you now’ I continued. ‘Let me return the favor.’

‘You don’t owe me anything’ Marek objected. ‘I’m here to do my job’.

‘What you’ve done for me was not part of your job description’ I joked. ‘You went above and beyond your job to help me relax’ I insisted.

‘Please, let me return the favor somehow’ I added. ‘I won’t be able to look at myself in the mirror tonight if I walk out of here like a thief’.

Marek looked unaltered by my plea.

‘My mom always taught me it was wrong to take without giving back’ I continued.

‘I don’t believe your mom ever told you to do what you want to do to me’ Marek joked, looking very proud of his comeback.

I kneeled and pleaded to Marek: ‘Please, please, please! Let me return the favor’ I said. ‘I won’t be able to sleep tonight if I walk out of here without repaying you. Please!’ I added, with sad puppy eyes. ‘Just a wank.’

Marek looked at me for a few seconds, and eventually said: ‘Just a wank?’

‘Just a wank’ I confirmed.

He went on to take his shirt off. As I suspected, his stomach was covered in dark hair. His hair went from one shoulder to the other, covering his entire chest. It was even thicker in-between his pecs, to the point you couldn’t even see his skin. His whole belly was covered in hair too, not just a thin treasure trail like me. He didn’t really have a full 6-pack. I’m sure he used to when he was my age. But being in his late 30’s, as far as I could tell, a little bit of padding had started to hide his muscles. But he still had a flat stomach and I’m sure many guys his age wished they still looked like him. His arms were probably the size of my thighs and the hair on his forearms continued on to his triceps, although not as dense as on his forearms.

He then went on to remove his shoes and socks and unbuttoned his pants. He was wearing white briefs that weren’t particularly sexy. He probably didn’t expect anybody else to see them tonight. He walked to the corner of the room to grab a towel and dropped his briefs off, showing me his hairy butt, which was also covered in dark fuzz that thickened into his crack. He wrapped the towel around his waist and laid on the massage table on his back.

Meanwhile, I had put my boxer briefs back on. I felt me being fully naked would make the situation even more awkward than it already was. But I was still shirtless. My smooth stomach formed a huge contrast compared to Marek’s hairy stomach.

I opened the towel he had just wrapped ten seconds ago, revealing his package. I had never witnessed a dick grow from soft to full hardness before. So, I couldn’t really estimate how big his dick would get, once fully erect. But while soft, his dick was thicker than my soft dick. His balls were hairy too, just like the rest of his body and looked a little bit bigger than mine, although not by much. And his inner thighs were just as hairy as his stomach, kind of like a direct continuation of his pubes.

I went on to grab Marek’s soft dick. I had never touched another guy’s dick before and it felt weird. It also felt wrong. But that was the least I could do after everything Marek had done for me these last three days. Not quite sure what else to do, I just formed a circle with my fingers and moved them up and down his soft shaft.

‘Am I doing OK?’ I asked candidly.

‘You’re doing good’ Marek responded.

And apparently, what I was doing couldn’t have been all bad as I felt Marek’s manhood grow under my fingers. His dick went from soft to partially aroused to progressively harder, until it stopped growing, having apparently reached its maximum size.

I was only half right about Marek’s cock. Given how strong and masculine he was, I had assumed he had the monster schlong of a porn star. It turns out it was only partially true. Marek’s cock wasn’t any longer than my 6-incher. However, his cock was a lot thicker than mine. I bet if he had stuck this thing up my ass instead of his finger, I would have bled to death.

I had never manhandled any other dick besides my own. It just felt strange to feel Marek’s thick sausage. It was not as easy to wrap my fingers around it. In addition to being thick, his cock also felt heavier than mine. This was probably because, when I’m hard, my cock is so rigid that it kind of stands on its own. Marek’s cock on the opposite didn’t self-support, even though it was hard. His cock was resting on his thick pubic bush and needed to be lifted by my fingers to be jerked. And even though it was hard, you could still make it swing, kind of like a raw bratwurst coming out of the fridge.

Since Marek had given me three incredible orgasms over the last three days, I really wanted to pleasure him. But truth be told, I didn’t really know what I was doing. I figured out that just shaking his pole up and down would probably do the trick, even if that was a pretty basic technique. I tried to offset my lack of experience with enthusiasm. And I have to say that manhandling a tool of that size felt a lot more interesting than one the size of mine, although a longer pole would probably have been even more interesting.

‘How does it feel?’ I asked Marek, both to give him some attention and to double-check that I wasn’t completely off-base.

‘You’re doing great!’ he kindly answered.

Since I had one free hand, I ended up playing with Marek’s right nipple, the same way I like my nipples to be played with when I’m jerking off. I just assumed that what worked for me would also work for him. It felt weird to have to fight off his chest hair to even be able to locate his nipple. At one point, I also rubbed my hands through the forest on his chest, just to know what it felt like. But I quickly went back to playing with his nipple.

Whatever I was doing must have been passable because Marek closed his eyes and started breathing more heavily, as if his juice was starting to boil inside his heavy balls. His breathing became louder and he started making faces as he was approaching the finish line.

‘Budu cum’ Marek eventually yelled, as the first rope of white cream shot out of his fat cock. Shooting might not be the right word as his spunk landed just a couple of inches from his piss slit, right in his belly button. Nothing like my shots that splashed all over the fucking room. I hope it wasn’t a sign that my hand job was lousy. But Marek seemed to enjoy it as he was moaning, and his cock kept pumping more Czech juice out of his hairy balls.

His white cream felt thicker than mine. Marek clearly didn’t produce as much precum as me and his cream wasn’t as diluted as mine. It was 100% pure Czech love fluid. The white of his cream contrasted against the dark hair on his body, while my own spunk is usually more translucid and blends in with my pale skin, unless I just spent a week at the beach and had a nice tan.

After four or five ropes, Marek’s colt stopped shooting. I let go of his cock, which ended up resting on his pubes, his dickhead soaking in his own spunk. I went on to grab a towel to sponge out his mess.

I wasn’t quite sure what to say. So, I just said: ‘I hope it was OK’.

‘Yes, thanks’ Marek just responded.

And I went to put my clothes back on as Marek did the same. I shook his hands before leaving the room and he wished me good luck for tomorrow’s quarterfinals.

I ended up jerking off again in my hotel bathroom before going to bed. I had way too much pent-up sexual energy to be able to sleep without an additional release. While jerking off, I ended wondering what it would be like to have Marek’s girth. I dreamed I was fucking Stella with Marek’s fat schlong, her cunt wrapping around my girth the same way Marek’s mouth had earlier. And talking dirty to her:

‘You like my big cock, bitch?’

‘Oh yeah, you’re so big!’

I would never talk to a girl like that in real life. But the feeling of Marek’s fat cock inside my fist was still fresh in my mind.

And my dick exploded in the bathroom sink. Just a couple of ropes that my balls managed to produce, having been milked dry an hour ago. But I was still amazed it was more than just a droplet. Testicles are just a marvel of nature I just thought to myself. And I went to bed right after that and had another amazing night’s sleep, the way Marek had manufactured them over the past three days. I felt great when I made my way to the tennis club for the quarterfinals the next morning.

All four quarterfinal matches were scheduled on the center court. Until now, my matches had all been played on outside courts that didn’t even have stands. The stands of the center court could hold 800 spectators and the stadium was probably half full for my match. A crowd of that size was somewhat new to me. I’m more used to playing on anonymous courts during the qualifying rounds where the line judges and ball boys outnumber the spectators. Having so many people cheering, just for us entering the court, was an incredible feeling. This is what champions in Grand Slam tournaments must feel like every match.

My opponent was a 25-year-old Russian player. He was in the top 200 and was also seeded. But he had briefly been ranked in the top 100 before and had already played in grand slam tournaments. He was a much bigger deal than me. Because of the bad blood between Russia and all the Eastern European countries, the crowd ended up rooting for me and against him. It was great to have a crowd of 400 people chanting my name before game points. Whoever doesn’t understand the notion of momentum in sport has never played competitively. Having the crowd on my side definitely helped me in key points.

I ended up winning the match. And this time, I won in straight sets, although both sets were a struggle. I missed three match points because I was so nervous. When I finally won the match, I fell on my knees. I didn’t want to overdo it and pretend I had just won Wimbledon or something. But it was my first time reaching the semifinal of a Challenger tournament. My first time beating a player who had been in the top 100. And with that win, I would shoot up 50 spots in Monday’s ranking, regardless of what happened next. It felt amazing to hear the crowd cheer when the announcer said my name on the speaker system. Kids were bunched up close to the exit and asked for my autograph as I walked off the court.

My win in the quarterfinal blew up my phone. I received more voicemails and text messages than ever before. Both my mom and dad congratulated me. So did my sister. Even Stella sent me a nice text. But the one that touched me the most was my 16-year-old brother. He’s always been my little brother and I know he’s super proud of me. But he’s not very expressive. I could hear him tearing up when I talked to him on the phone, and it brought tears to my eyes as well.

The $3,700 check I’d be getting, even if I lost in the semifinal, was the biggest check of my career. It kind of validated that it was worth all the effort and sacrifices. When you’re struggling in small tournaments, not able to make ends meet without financial support from mom and dad, you can’t help but wonder whether you made the right decision by turning pro, instead of just going to college like everybody else. If I had gone to college, I’d be graduating in less than a year and would soon be starting a real job and becoming a banker like my dad or an HR executive like my mom. But there is no way a 9-to-5 job could bring the thrills of professional sport, even at my second-tier level.

In between phone calls with my family and friends, I also had to make time for journalists. This media attention was all new to me. The local Czech newspaper that was covering the tournament wanted to interview me after my win. I even got interviewed by the local TV station. That was a first for me as well. The newspaper photographer showed me some of the shots he had taken during the match, and I asked him if he could send me some of the ones he wouldn’t use, for me to post on my Instagram.

After the biggest win of my career, I was looking forward to my massage with Marek and my post-victory reward. But when I got to the locker room, I was informed that Marek had already left for the week. It turns out he wasn’t from here and was just an extra this week. He had finished his last shift at 5pm in order to catch the last train back to his hometown. The only physio who was still available was the blond chick I had so wanted to get earlier in the week. But that ship had sailed, and I no longer really wanted her. I wanted Marek and I wanted him to bring me the pleasure he had brought me over the last three days.

The physio was called Martina. She was a petite blond woman. And the size of her rack in comparison to her slim body was the first thing I had noticed when I first saw her earlier in the week. I wasn’t the only one to notice and I’m sure she knew it too. Martina stretched my aching muscles just fine. But even though I asked her to dig as deep as possible, she just wasn’t as strong as Marek. And once the massage was over… it was over.

I ended up having to jerk off in my hotel room before going to sleep, laying on my bed, and pretending I was on the massage table. And while I was manhandling my cock, I was trying to revive the sensations of when Marek was doing it. I even tried to stick a finger into my asshole, but it just didn’t feel the same. The contortion I had to go through was uncomfortable too. And while my left hand was busy fingering my hole, my nipples weren’t being played with.

I ended up getting a mediocre orgasm, barely better than a ruined orgasm, shooting just a couple of volleys that pathetically dropped in my belly button. Nothing like the missiles my cock would shoot all over my stomach when Marek was bringing me to the Nirvana that had allowed me to sleep so well over the last three nights.

I had a hard time falling asleep that night, tossing and turning in my bed until 2am. The pressure of the biggest match of my life got me all worked up. I only managed to sleep for three or four hours until a horrible dream woke me up. I dreamed that my alarm clock didn’t go off, that I slept through my match time, and that my opponent won the match as a walkover. I woke up in a state of panic. I took a look at my alarm clock, and it was flashing 6:05am. I wasn’t able to go back to sleep after that.

I ended up scrolling through my Instagram messages. I had gained 100 followers since yesterday. I showered and looked at myself in the mirror. Even though I looked like shit and had huge bags under my eyes, I liked the look of my 7-day blond stubble, which was now a full-on beard. I hadn’t grown a beard like that since last summer when I was on vacation. And last summer, I was only 20 and couldn’t even grow a full beard the way I now can. I smiled at myself in the mirror.

I made my way to the tennis club still feeling like shit. I had to do a phone interview with a newspaper back home in Belgium. My newfound semi-glory was still new to me and I was so happy to finally get some media coverage that I didn’t want to say no when they reached out to me, even though I would have preferred to prepare for the big match by listening to my music on my headsets.

During the interview, I came up with some random thoughts on how proper nutrition and good sleep hygiene had helped me in my professional career. I left out the part where my bedtime routine included the physio sticking a finger up my ass to make my cock gush like a fire hydrant. But I did talk about relaxing, without expanding any further on how.

My semifinal was against the tournament’s top seed, a Spanish player in the top 100. It kind of sucked to face the top seed in the semi-final. But I had had a relatively easy draw until now. So, I couldn’t really complain. I ended up getting destroyed: 6-2, 6-1, bringing a pathetic end to what had been the best week of my career until now. Losing in less than an hour is about as bad as it gets. My only small win was that I managed to avoid the donut (i.e. a slang expression for losing a set 6-0). I could only realize how the gap between me and a top 100 player wasn’t just a gap but a fucking canyon. In order to even compete with a guy at that level, I would have had to step up my game. And I just hadn’t been able to do that today. It’s not even that he played a great game. I just sucked, plain and simple! Only 60% on my first serve, 8 double faults, 21 unforced errors for only 5 winning shots. Aarrgghhh!!! I just embarrassed myself in front of a capacity crowd.

After the game, I packed up my stuff and walked straight back to the hotel. I texted my dad telling him I didn’t want to talk about it. I wasn’t ready for his laundry list of things I could have done better. I already knew what was on the list: Pretty much everything. I still scrolled through all the texts and Instagram messages of fans reminding me that I had an incredible week and that I’d rebound next week.

This might sound crazy, but I couldn’t help but wonder if the outcome of today’s match would have been different had Marek been available to milk me dry last night.

The next day, I took the train to my next tournament, which was another Challenger in another Czech town. With my ranking, I didn’t make the cut for the main draw and normally would have had to go through the qualifying rounds. But because I was tied up in the semi-final of my previous tournament, I earned the ‘Special Exempt’ status because I had no physical way to make it to the tournament on time for the qualifying rounds. So, I was automatically qualified for the main draw and wouldn’t have to play my first-round match until Monday afternoon.

When I got to the tennis club, I could sense people were looking at me differently. A lot of the players at this tournament were the same guys who played last week’s tournament. Having reached the semi-finals put me on a higher shelf, I guess. Several guys came to congratulate me, and others looked at me with some sort of deference. The one guy who didn’t congratulate me was Hans. I ran into him in the hallway, and he was livid.

When I went to sign up at registration, the director of the tournament came out of his office to personally greet me. That had never happened to me before. I also saw spectators whisper to each other as I made my way through the alleys and a couple even stopped me for a selfie.

I went to enquire about how physio appointments worked, and that’s when I saw him. Marek was here. And I froze in my tracks. It turns out he was just an extra for last week’s tournament. But he was actually from this town and would be the main physio here. I waved at him from a distance. He waved back and smiled.

This might turn out to be another good tournament for me.

It all started in my neighborhood. Someone new moved into the neighborhood.  And thru another neighbor the new Neighbor “Rob” was given my name and number if he wanted to have a couple of trees removed, I was the guy to call. Well Rob moved in and did call me. I removed the trees for him and had a few beers that afternoon. He was there with his brother who was helping him get settled into the new house. We chatted for a bit and found out we were in the same occupation. me being more in the construction field and he was in the more technical part. And as time went on, we would see each other on different job sites. Well time passes and winter comes, and we help each other with plowing and getting unstuck. Before you know I’m at his house in the evening and drinking and just having a good time.

As time goes by, we are working together a lot on jobs, And I feel he had a lot to do with that arrangement. One day on the job Rob ask me while I was bent over doing a task. Boxers or Briefs?

I asked what did you say? He says again “boxers or briefs which do you wear?” I say neither I wear men’s bikini. He replies with “oh, you mean man Panties, Thats hot.”

That night when I left to go home a pair of white satin panties were left on my center arm rest of my truck. A few days later again we are working together again on a job site. When leaving the job site that evening again a pair of silk panties were left in my truck. Of course, now I suspect Rob of leaving the panties in my truck. As a few weeks go by I catch Rob eyeing me up and down sometimes with a smile.

On one Friday evening Rob and I are hammering down the beers after working hard in his back yard. Since I was dirty from working and said “Hey, I got to go home and take a shower.” He knew My wife was gone for the weekend and said, you have spear clothes in your truck so take a shower here I’ll cook something on the grill. 

Taking the shower, my clothes I put them on the washing machine in the bathroom. When I finished my clothes were gone, just a towel and a pair of silk panties left in place. The bath door was also open. Putting on the towel I walk out of the bathroom. Rob is Standing there and says what’s under the towel.? Nothing I said. He smiles. let’s have some fun. Rob Being a happy kind of guy all the time I didn’t fair him. But he was a big guy about 6’8″. His looks at me and said I not going to hurt you and only you and I will ever know. I go back in and put the panties on and the towel over them.

“I walk out to the living room with the towel on, Rob looks at me and says how they feel. Nice I said. silk will get you horny, really horny when it rubs against your cock. He was right. I looked around for my clothes but nowhere. “Com ‘on in he said. as I walked by he ripped the towel from me. There in front of him was me in panties, nervous and horny at the same time. he was in his underwear horny also. He was huge. At this point he let me know that I wasn’t going to get hurt me and that he could see I was horny also. I sat next to Rob he guided my hand over his huge cock. I started rubbing his cock and it was easy to see he loved it. When you ready we can go upstairs take you time if you like. Upstairs we go. So, I go first upstairs he is right behind me he lays on the bed and has me rub his cock a little more, I am really enjoying it and he knows it.

Would you do me a favor please? What is it I ask. He says there is some other clothes that I think will make you fucking hot they are on the chair in the corner. Please put them on. Stockings, Garder belt, a lace choker with a corset. he helps me put it all on. Come on you look hot he says. back to the bed he removes his underwear, and he is huge His hand guides my hand back to his cock. Oh, this feels so fucking good. he moves further up the bed and my head now if close to his hips he start rubbing his cock on the silk corset. I let him rub his cock up against me faster. he start moaning loud.. He pushes my head down to his cock I open my mouth and start working his cock with my lips and tongue. he starts thrusting and moaning loud again I feel him blowing his load and holding my head down on him “Oh Fuck Yea !!! fuck”n swallow it Yea! He filled my mouth with cum. Yes, I swallowed it. he beat me off…and ask if I would dress for him again. I said yes.

Final Chapter

A Gathering To Lead Me When You’re Gone

It was the darkest night Jacob had ever witnessed. And the stillness it harbored was both soothing and unsettling. As the pickup truck pulled into the cabin’s driveway, Jacob could see Sylas sitting on the small steps just outside the front door, his back hunched, looking defeated. Jacob and Casey stepped outside just as Sylas stood up, his eyes welling up at the sight of Jacob. Through his apparent despair, a smile erupted. Jacob walked up to him and placed his hand on his shoulder. They stared at each other, the bonds of their fellowship rekindling. Sylas pulled Jacob, enveloping his large arms around him.

“Thank you.” He mumbled. Jacob pulled away, skimming his hand over Sylas’ face gently.

“In his room?” Jacob asked. Sylas nodded his head.

Without hesitation, he walked up the steps and turned the doorknob, entering the house and closing the door behind him. He went through the living room, the memories of every meaningful event that had taken place there dashing before his eyes. Finally, he reached Jeffrey’s door and entered. Inside, the room wreaked. Jacob could barely see his way around, only a tiny streak of light coming from inside the small adjacent bathroom. Jeffrey lay on the bed, his body covered by a large, thick blanket. Jacob cornered the bed and sat on a small stool next to it. As soon as he lowered his eyes, he saw Jeffrey’s face, thin and frail, his body shivering, stripped bare of his empowering presence and towering physic. His eyes were closed, but Jacob could see a glare trying to break through from underneath them.

“Jeffrey?” He hailed softly. There was a brief silence before Jeffrey finally opened his eyes, an outburst of light discharging all over the room, like a nuclear blast, before dissipating gradually. Jacob couldn’t help but take his hand to his eyes, trying to block it from its blinding effect.

“You’re here.” Jeffrey whispered. His voice stuttered as he battled his body’s trembling.

“Yes. I’m here.” Jacob appeased, slightly jarred by the deterioration of Jeffrey’s health. He straightened himself off his chair and scanned the room, seemingly scouring for something. Then he got up and peeked inside the bathroom. “Okay. We’re getting you inside that bathtub.” He stated. Jeffrey’s eyes followed Jacob around, his head still planted in his pillow. He could hear the water running as it filled the tub, and the steam began creeping inside the room. Finally, Jacob approached the bed and pushed the sheets back, unveiling Jeffrey’s body. Jeffrey’s skin was stretched thin, and his bones protruded through, showcasing his baffling decay. Jacob veered his eyes away, trying not to reveal his utter shock.

He rushed for the door and opened it, peeking inside the living room, where Sylas and Casey waited, nervous and apprehensive. They sat on the round table, their chairs facing Jeffrey’s room.

“Casey, get me some clean sheets. Sylas, something to eat.” Jacob directed. Both men hurled themselves from their seats. Casey rushed for the back room, bringing back fresh white sheets and pillowcases, while Sylas walked precipitously to the kitchen, returning with a bowl of chicken broth. “Thanks.” Jacob stated, closing the door again. Sylas and Casey glanced at each other and returned to the table, Sylas brushing Casey’s head as the boy nervously bit on his nails.

Jacob then took a deep breath and faced Jeffrey again. He placed the soup and sheets on the small bedside table and leaned over Jeffrey.

“Put your arm around my neck.” He directed, swathing his own under Jeffrey’s body and raising him from the bed quickly. His body weighed next to nothing. Jacob carried him over to the bathroom, the bathtub now half full. “How’s that?” Jacob questioned as he dipped Jeffrey’s foot into the water. Jeffrey nodded, his head moving ever so slowly. Jacob submerged him under the water’s searing embrace, unleashing a slight sigh of pleasure from his friend. He then sat on the floor, grabbed a small scrubbing towel, and dipped it under the water, skating it over Jeffrey’s back, whose head fell between his shoulders, his breathing hefty and burdensome.

“Feels nice…” Jeffrey uttered, his voice lagging. Now and then, he would cough, taking the back of his hand to his mouth. Jacob couldn’t help but notice how gradually it gradually became spattered with wee drops of blood.

“Christian loved when I did this.” Jacob commented, soaking the towel and squeezing the water gently over Jeffrey’s hair, which had grown slightly, showcasing his natural dark curls. Jeffrey lifted his head slightly, gazing at Jacob, his eyes glistening.

“I’m…sorry.” Jeffrey muttered. As the glow in his eyes slowly dwindled, they became visible again. Jacob gazed at Jeffrey, noticing, maybe for the first time, how his eyes resembled his own. 

“Don’t worry about that now. ” Jacob answered, his head veering to the side, the pain and grief still clawing inside him. He resumed scrubbing with the soft bath towel, occasionally gazing at Jeffrey.

“Did you…find what you were looking for?” Jeffrey’s voice murmured. There was genuine curiosity in his tone as he raised his eyes toward Jacob.

“I did, yes.” Jacob responded. But his mouth lingered open as if the truth hadn’t displayed itself entirely. “But now…he’s gone. I miss him.” Jacob confided.

“It’ll never go away.” Jeffrey uttered. Jacob lifted his eyes, stunned. It was as if Jeffrey scoured his thoughts. “Trust me. I know.” He mumbled, almost to himself, as he dropped his face again. Jacob’s hand halted, his mind lingering on Jeffrey’s statement.

“Jeffrey…who are you?” Jacob questioned, and as he did, he could hear Jeffrey’s tears hitting the water’s surface.

“I don’t even know anymore.” Jeffrey admitted.

“Do you remember the beginning of your life? Your birth name?” Jacob questioned.

“Jafri.” Jeffrey answered, his voice whispering like a secret memory tucked away. “That was my name more than 500 years ago.” Jeffrey disclosed. Jacob just sat there, bound by awe and curiosity.

“Were you born like this?” Jacob asked, intrigued.

“No. I was mortal once.” Jeffrey uttered, a smile pushing through his melancholy demeanor. “Then, one day, I met a young man named Lucius. He came to me and offered to save me from death.” He continued. “I just didn’t realize…at the time…what his offer truly entailed.” He tried to explain.

“Is he still alive?” Jacob asked. Jeffrey shook his head. “What happened to him?” Jacob dug. There was a brief hush before Jeffrey finally lifted his head and locked eyes with Jacob.

“I killed him.” He uttered. Jacob’s body froze, and his eyes gaped as he glanced at Jeffrey. But his friend’s eyes weren’t threatening. Instead, there was a profound sadness oozing from them.

“Why?” Jacob questioned, his voice uneasy. Jeffrey smiled, and for a brief moment, Jacob saw something beyond his friend’s looming cold veneer.

“Because…he asked me to.” He said as tears rushed down his face. “So how could I not, Jacob? After all, he was my maker.” Jeffrey disclosed, his hand reaching for Jacob’s, who looked into his eyes, the truth revealed inside them.

“Jeffrey…” Jacob mumbled, his heart racing, as his hand still held Jeffrey’s.

“Don’t be afraid.” Jeffrey prayed, grasping Jacob’s hand tighter. And as he leaned forward, his eyes began to glow.

And then, something happened. Jacob’s eyes began to glow, similar to that incident with Christian. But now it felt different, as if his mind connected to Jeffrey’s somehow. And as he locked eyes with him, every reflection, remembrance, and recollection came rushing in. Like a transferred experience. A merging of souls. It was so overwhelming that Jacob’s body collapsed over the bathtub, his hand still grasping onto Jeffrey’s.

“I envy you, Jacob…” Jeffrey sounded, his voice gaining back some of his depth. “Your heart’s resilience. Your empathy. It’s… Now I understand.” Jeffrey disclosed.

“Understand what?” Jacob questioned.

“Why it chose you.” Jeffrey remarked. Jacob’s hand, which slid over Jeffrey’s shoulder, stopped abruptly.

“Jeffrey…” He calmly stated. “I don’t know what to do…” He uttered, sitting on the floor next to the bathtub, his eyesight muddled as he tried to lock his eyes on Jeffrey. “I don’t know how to help you…” He stated, visibly struggling to wrap his head around his friend’s words.

“Yes, you do.” Jeffrey declared, finally smiling. “When I was a young man, Jacob, many centuries ago, I yearned for a life greater than myself.” Jeffrey disclosed, his head finally tilting back and his eyes closed. “I was given a power…a gift that could do just that.” He stated, a smile breaking free, steered by a beautiful regained memory. “But in time…what I had once yearned for became something to run from…and like a careless fool trying to bend the will of destiny, my attempts at evading it fell short.” He explained, and as he did, his face began to change. His eyes grew brighter, his skin regained its natural color, and as Jacob held his arm, he could feel Jeffrey’s skin stretch outwards, the muscles on his body gradually expanding.

“How…?” Jacob emitted as he stood up, incredulous.

“Then finally, one day, an all but forgotten whisper from my youth stood before me, in mortal flesh.” Jeffrey revealed, standing up, his athletic, vigorous, drenched body towering before Jacob. “You were that whisper, Jacob.” Jeffrey revealed. A sparkle of light bursting from his eyes, reflected on Jacob, who stood there, gaping at that godlike vision. As Jeffrey stepped out of the bathtub, his now heavy body’s weight pressing against the old wooden floor, Jacob towed back, leaning against the wall.

“It’s beyond our control…” Jacob whispered, the truth behind Jeffrey’s statement finally revealed.

“Yes. Now you understand.” Jeffrey uttered. “That first night when you came knocking on the cabin…this power I carry inside…it brought you to me. The light summoned you.” He said. “You see, Jacob…you weren’t the one lost that night. I was.” Jeffrey unveiled before taking his lips and kissing Jacob passionately.

Jacob shrouded his arms around Jeffrey’s tall, muscular body, jumping up and scissoring his legs around his hips. He couldn’t think straight as his body became usurped by a feverous passion. The sound of their heavy breaths firing across the room. Jeffrey’s hands clutched Jacob’s ass cheeks, his pelvis pushing him against the wall. His tongue rolled inside Jacob’s mouth with insatiable hunger, tugging and sucking it. Jeffrey’s head pulled back suddenly, their lips parting with a loud pop.

“Open your mouth.” Jeffrey hailed.

Jacob obeyed, stretching his tongue out as much as he could. Jeffrey hocked, firing a ball of spit inside Jacob’s mouth, spattering all around his mouth and beard. Jacob unleashed a roaring moan, his body language and facial expressions intoxicated by Jeffrey’s dominance. He pulled forward to kiss Jeffrey, but his hand stopped him, gripping Jacob’s chin and pulling him down.

“Kneel.” He instructed, his fingers inside Jacob’s mouth, pulling him down near his now rock-hard, 11-inch cock.

He held it with his right hand and patted it around Jacob’s lips, smacking it gently, taunting him. Jacob opened his mouth and swallowed it, sliding it down his throat about halfway through. Jeffrey snapped his head back, groaning in pleasure, his hips dancing from side to side as he took satisfaction in the warmth of Jacob’s mouth. He looked down, his mouth stretching into a smile.

“Look at me.” He ordered. Jacob’s eyes rolled up, and his lips stretched. “You’re such a beautiful man, Jacob.” He whispered, an almost soft tone to his voice. Jacob moaned, his puppy eyes darting at Jeffrey, begging him to take charge.

Suddenly, he grabbed Jacob’s raven hair, his bun all disheveled and started shoving his cock deeper inside his mouth. Jacob’s gags flared, blaring and more severe. The slurping from his mouth became more intense as Jacob tried to hold his tongue stretched, coasting under Jeffrey’s cock as he slid it in, stimulating his prepuce. The deeper he went, the more spit and drool would fall from the corners of Jacob’s mouth, falling on his jeans as he kneeled, his head locked under him. Jeffrey’s head suddenly fell forward, hitting the wall behind them, his body slanting like a surfboard, hovering over his progeny, his pelvis thrusting his dick into his mouth. He glanced down to find Jacob still looking up, the tears from his exertions gliding from his eyes.

Seeing this, Jeffrey stopped pouncing. Instead, he grabbed Jacob’s long hair and pulled him up violently, his mouth swollen and his lips covered in spit and Jeffrey’s precum. He pressed his body against the wall and took his hand to Jacob’s face, rubbing it as he looked at him with a predatory gaze. Suddenly, Jacob punched Jeffrey in the chest, causing him to fall back slightly. Then, he slapped him. This time, Jeffrey grinned lustfully. Jacob smiled and pulled his arm to the side, ready to strike again, but Jeffrey’s hand arrested him midway.

“You know, this won’t be like the last time.” Jeffrey sounded, and with one swift move, he twisted Jacob’s arm, forcing him to spin around, face the wall, and push his body into it. Jacob let out a terse wail. Jeffrey took his tongue to Jacob’s ear and licked it. “Drop your pants. Now.” He whispered. Seconds later, he felt Jacob twitch and heard a strap unbuckling. Jacob pulled his pants down, his ass now exposed as Jeffrey began to rub his monster shaft over it, sliding the tip between Jacob’s sweaty crack. “Ever since I fucked you, I haven’t been able to forget how amazing your hole felt.” He said, spitting into his hand and rubbing it on his shaft. “Now tell me. I want to hear you say it.” He ordered. Jacob’s head bowed slightly, struggling to detach from the wall, still inside Jeffrey’s grip.

“Please. Fuck me, Jeffrey.” Jacob moaned, his body withstanding yet unable to overturn Jeffrey’s potency. His ass stuck out, directing his maker’s dick inside him.

“From the moment I first saw you, I knew.” Jeffrey uttered, releasing a soft chuckle. “You were born to be fucked, Jacob.” He finally stated, pushing his whole dick inside in one swoop.

Jeffrey’s hips began thrusting forward with such brutal force that Jacob’s body shot forward, his cheeks flapping and his head knocking against the wall. Jeffrey’s left hand went for his mouth, pushing his fingers inside and pulling his jaw back, Jacob’s teeth crunching on them like a gag. Jacob groaned and moaned uncontrollably, overwhelmed by a pleasure he hadn’t experienced before. A blazing spiral of euphoria washed over his body with unbridled intensity, passion, and desire.

Suddenly, Jeffrey stopped. His dick shoved inside Jacob’s hole, stroking his prostate as it throbbed. He pulled back out from Jacob, whose hole queefed loudly and turned him around. Jacob looked surprised as Jeffrey’s roughness gave way to quietness. His eyes lingered on him, gazing as he stepped closer, his long dick teasing Jacob’s belly button. They were now inches away from each other, their noses practically touching as they felt the scent of each other’s breaths. Jeffrey’s hands landed on Jacob’s pecs softly. They started gently skating along his skin, caressing it. Jeffrey’s eyes followed them, a certain awe in his movements as he finally granted himself the chance to admire Jacob’s physical intricacies. They veered down, rushing past his abdomen, brushing his pelvis, turning under his hard cock, and lingering in his balls for a bit. Then they parted outwards and grabbed Jacob’s ass cheeks, lifting him effortlessly. Jacob grabbed Jeffrey’s neck, and his mouth opened in rapture, aroused by Jeffrey’s handling. Holding Jacob in his grip, his legs bent in the air, Jeffrey angled his cock and slid it inside his progeny, his eyes locking in satisfaction. He leaned forward, placing all his body weight over Jacob, pinning him into the wall again, and his face fell into his offspring’s neck.

Jacob’s skin burned as Jeffrey’s breath pushed into it. He felt compelled to pull his maker’s head away, desperate to gaze into his eyes while he penetrated him. He felt Jeffrey’s resistance but pursued, forcing his maker to face him. And then, their eyes finally assembled. The glow was back on Jeffrey’s eyes, piercing through.

“All this time…you felt so alone…so lost.” Jacob said. “So much suffering. So much pain.” He continued. Then he paused, his eyes welling up. His chest tightened. He began to feel lightheaded. A sensation resembling that night at the cabin before Jeffrey turned him. “You’ve…been wandering for a long time, haven’t you?” He questioned, feeling Jeffrey’s dick slide slowly in and out of him, his hole’s walls hugging his maker’s meat. His words were as soothing as the drops trickling from Jeffrey’s hair, hitting his skin’s surface.

Then, from under the radiating light, tears began falling. Jacob took his right hand and brushed it over Jeffrey’s face. He leaned in, his eyes locked on his maker, and his lips opened.

“Kiss me, Jeffrey.” Jacob whispered.

“I…” Jeffrey muttered, his face twitching as he battled his overwhelming sentiment.

“It’s okay. You can let go…I’m here now. I’m here now.” He intonated, his voice so mesmerizing it seemed to echo across the room. Jeffrey’s head plunged forward, his lips locking on Jacob’s as they both sighed in unison.

And then, on that cabin, where everything had begun, maker and progeny finally surrendered to each other. Their souls linked, uniting in an unbreakable bond. Jacob felt the metallic flavor in his mouth, but he knew Jeffrey was bleeding into him this time. His mortality finally exhumed. As their tongues savored each other, Jeffrey’s cock still pushing inside Jacob, a white glow began covering his eyes.

Jacob’s consciousness roamed as images from Jeffrey’s past life flashed before his eyes, as recollections encased in light. He saw war and pain as Jeffrey held dead bodies on battlefields. His hands shackled as he cried himself to sleep in a dark cell.

He saw his maker as he stood beside Lucius’ body, crying. The man who had saved his soul was gone. His once beautiful body all wrinkled and dry. Jacob witnessed as he veiled him for days, tired and hungry, unable to forsake his maker. He saw Jeffrey wrap Lucius’ body in white fabric, carry him out of the wooden shack, place him on a cold stone shrine, and light his dead body ablaze. He observed as Jeffrey gave an end to Lucius’ journey.

He held Jeffrey as he wandered alone for 300 years, meeting countless friends and lovers who eventually grew older, died, and became another gravestone for him to visit. He felt how every life Jeffrey mourned was a nail hammered through his skin, a scar made to bear. He felt the years go by, his maker’s heart turning cold as his words lost meaning, and his name became a faint whisper in the wind, no longer part of history. Time gone, a perpetual plane of infinite despair he could not escape.

Then he glimpsed at his encounter with Casey, and through the endearing endless lust of the boy’s heart, he saw how Jeffrey rediscovered the joys of the body.

Then Sylas appeared, helping him rekindle the pleasures of having a friend to share his story, one that had been lost and forgotten.

Jacob witnessed the efforts of these two honorable men Jeffrey had gifted as they tried desperately to bring his maker’s thrill and wonderment back. But felt how Jeffrey’s years of solitude punched a hole in his soul, his heart bound to stay shut.

And finally, under a blinding dome of warm light, Jacob heard Lucius’ words.

“Veniet pulsans ad ostium. Homo qui te servabit. Mementote, Jeffrey.”

As Jeffrey’s spirit came to terms with the inevitable nature of his immortality, someone who would invariably change the course of his story came knocking on his door. A beautiful young man named Jacob.

The light dome shattered, and Jacob was back in Jeffrey’s room, his eyes on him. The light was gone, their mouths locked, and Jeffrey’s dick was still inside him. Startled, Jacob pulled away.

“What did you do?” Jacob questioned, his eyes gleaming with tears.

“I allowed you to see.” Jeffrey revealed, pushing his shaft further inside Jacob’s hole, his eyes closing as he burst inside him. His cum firing as Jacob’s moans escorted each shot. “My sweet Jacob. Inside you, my memories and my soul shall live forever, boundless. May it remind you and every soul who has battled with despair that hope is everlasting.” Jeffrey uttered, his pelvis twitching and his cock throbbing as his batter slid from Jacob’s hole, dropping silently on the wooden floor.

Jacob’s body collapsed in his arms, so Jeffrey picked him up and laid him in the bed delicately, as if Jacob was his most prized possession. Then he leaned forward and took his lips to Jacob’s, kissing him passionately.

“Jeffrey, I feel strange. What’s happening to me.” Jacob stammered, his body shivering.

“The transfer has begun, Jacob.” Jeffrey disclosed, his eyes glistening with emotion, a tenderness in them and his touch that seemed unreachable until now. “You are now the vessel. And in time, you will learn to walk alone, as I once did.” He unveiled.

“I don’t understand.” Jacob muttered.

“Don’t worry. You will. Rest now, sweet Jacob.” Jeffrey asserted, his hand on Jacob’s forehead, ushering him to sleep.

After a few seconds, Jacob fell into a plunging respite that lasted over 27 hours.

A beautiful twilight glow wormed into the room, its shades of purple and turquoise blue layering Jacob’s face as his eyes opened. He lifted his body, sitting on the bed momentarily as he scanned the room. Everything felt different. His sight seemed improved, and the colors around him appeared heightened. He could also smell Casey’s scent, Sylas’ breath, and Jeffrey’s cock on the other side of the room. And he could hear their heartbeats as if they were beating inside himself.

“Wow.” Jacob uttered, his hands rubbing his face slowly.

Suddenly, the door flared open, hitting the wall behind it, making Jacob’s head shoot up. Casey stood in the doorway, his beautiful lips stretched in a smile. Jacob looked at him and beamed. The boy rushed to the bed and jumped into his arms, making Jacob fall on his back as they giggled.

“I felt you.” Jacob said, his heart still racing as his arms enfolded Casey. The tenderness of the boy’s embrace shrouded him in a warm blanket.

“I know.” Casey uttered, lifting his head and kissing Jacob. What started like a casual kiss quickly became a passionate seal of lust as both men moaned, falling deeper into each other, their lips locked. Jacob turned Casey over on the bed, his crotch drilling between the boy’s legs, trying to nestle into his cheeks, while Casey’s hands fondled Jacob’s ass, slapping it.

“I told you to check on him, not fuck him, Casey.” Sylas’ voice teased from the doorway. Both Casey and Jacob laughed, the sound muffled by their locked mouths. Jacob’s head finally popped up, turning to the door.

“Give us…10 minutes?” Jacob requested, his face exuding happiness. Then he looked down at Casey, whose passionate smile was now more vibrant than ever. Jacob could feel the boy’s every thought. “Make that 20.” He worded.

“Fine.” Sylas hollered, his loud laugh flaring as he closed the door slowly behind him.

“I missed you so much.” Jacob disclosed, his hands running softly through Casey’s face, the boy’s blue eyes gazing at him.

“Jacob, I want you inside me.” Casey moaned.

“I know…I can sense…everything you’re thinking.” Jacob disclosed, wonderstruck by this new perception. He leaned in, kissing Casey’s mouth, their eyes held by an invisible string.

It’s not fair.” Casey uttered as he looked at the ceiling.

“What?” Jacob questioned, distracted, his face buried in the boy’s neck as he kissed him.

“Now that you came back to me…” Casey whispered. “…I’ll have to lose you again.” He disclosed.

Suddenly, they stopped, Jacob’s body frozen over the boy. Jacob shot backward, his body nearly falling by the side of the bed. He could feel Casey’s angst and sorrow as he scanned him, the truth uncovered by the boy’s emotions.

“You’re not staying. None of you are.” He uttered, the boy’s heart whispering the truth inside Jacob’s head. Casey’s eyes welled up. “This can’t be.” He mumbled, his lips tightening. Jacob lept from the bed, rushing for the door.

“I’m sorry.” Casey whispered, his face swerving to the window as the flames from the fire outside shined on his stunning blue eyes.

Jacob exited the room, rushing for the door. As he opened it, he found Jeffrey and Sylas sitting comfortably on beach chairs gathered around a bright fire just a few feet from the porch. As Jacob appeared from behind them, they glanced at him.

“Sit down, Jacob. We need to talk.” Jeffrey stated, his voice calm and collected.

Jacob’s mouth lingered open, his spirit vehement to scream, boiling with unanswered questions. But he obliged his maker’s order, his body compelling him to. He went around their chairs and sat on the one in front of them, their faces partially covered by the flames. Sylas leaned forward, picked up a log from a pile just right of his chair, and tossed it inside the blaze.

“Casey…Sylas…Will they die, too?” Jacob questioned, his voice frightful of the truth.

“Yes.” Jeffrey revealed, his eyes searching for Sylas, whose hand stretched over the space between their chairs to hold his. They smiled at each other. “The light chooses a single bearer, Jacob. Casey and Sylas merely feed off of it. Their fates are bound to me.” He unveiled.

“So that means…” Jacob whispered to himself, his face buried between his shoulders.

“Once I’m gone, they will too.” Jeffrey disclosed, his eyes glistening as he gazed at Sylas, their hands still holding. Then he stood up and calmly walked over to Jacob, sitting beside him, his hand over his progeny’s back. “Trust me. I know what you’re feeling. And I wish we could follow you, my brother, my friend. But this is how it has always been. And always will be.” He peacefully conveyed, looking up at the porch.

Jacob lifted his head to find Casey standing there, beaming at him, his heart filled with love, hope, and passion.

“Our time…our journey…ends in you. And what a beautiful journey it was, Jacob.” Jeffrey whispered.

Jacob turned to Jeffrey, and as he looked inside his eyes, he saw, for the first time since they met, the hope that seemed lost to him. And there, in the company of the men that had saved him, Jacob finally understood.

Every moment in his life. Every choice. Every thought had led to this.

“What now?” Jacob asked, his heart finally accepting their fate.

“Now…” Jeffrey uttered. “We’ll make sure to enjoy whatever time we have left. Together.” He expressed with a reassuring smile.

Jacob saw Jeffrey’s aura shine brighter than ever, and as he chuckled, trying to shake off his overwhelming emotional state, Jeffrey’s hand grabbed his neck and pulled him in for a long embrace. Casey walked down the steps, brushing his hands over Sylas as he went by him. Then, he walked around the fire and kneeled in front of Jacob. Jeffrey pulled back, standing up and taking his place next to Sylas again. Casey looked at Jacob, his eyes frowning.

“You know what I’m going to say, right?” Casey asked.

“I need a haircut.” Jacob replied.

A widespread collective laugh broke around the fire. The four friends spent the next couple of hours drinking and laughing, reminiscing on their experiences together.

The next day, the group woke up, energized and fueled, as they packed the back of the pickup truck with supplies, clothes, and tents. Jeffrey and Sylas rode in the front, while Jacob and Casey sat in the back. The boy seemed unable to leave Jacob’s side, their bodies in a continuous touch, the boy’s eyes enamored by Jacob’s now trimmed beard and shorter hair. Likewise, Jacob relished Casey’s adoration, his hands always searching for him. 

They drove for hours, stopping to eat and stock up before resuming their journey. Inside the car, freedom rained.

“Jeff, open the window. It’s fucking hot in here!” Jacob hollered, his naked torso dripping in sweat. He sat with his left leg up, his feet nestled between Jeffrey’s seat and the car door. Casey slept on his crotch, his legs stretched over the back seat, and his feet sticking out of the window as the breeze soared over them. Jeffrey brought his window down halfway.

“Better?” He asked, looking through the rearview mirror. Jacob exhaled, his chiseled chest flexing, his musky breath falling over Casey, who moaned immediately.

The boy rolled around, and his ass, covered by these short denim shorts, was now sticking up. Jacob’s eyes went straight to it. He unbuckled his belt, raised his ass, and pulled his pants down, exposing his semi-hard dick. Casey towed himself up, grabbed Jacob’s cock and balls with his left hand, and plunged his nose inside his crotch, sniffing it.

“Case…” Jacob uttered, chuckling.

He immediately felt Casey’s tongue sliding from his asscrack along his balls, playfully teasing his scrotum. Then he continued up Jacob’s now fully hard shaft, engulfing it in one go. By this point, Casey knew Jacob’s dick like the back of his hand as his tongue, mouth, and throat worked tirelessly in perfect harmony. They hugged Jacob’s shaft like a winter coat, a warm blanket of moist and pleasurable heat.

“Fuck, me!” Jacob yelled, his eyes rolling back.

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” The boy teased, his lips covered in Jacob’s precum.

He rolled around again, lifted his legs, and pulled his shorts off, dropping them on his seat. Then he crawled over to Jacob and saddled him, their dicks honing. He began frothing, moving his hips back and forth. Jacob grabbed his bubble butt, pressing his fingers on the boy’s cheeks, powering his movements even more. Casey put his arms around Jacob’s neck and kissed him, their mouths locking like old lovers, knowledgeable of their complexities.

Jeffrey’s eyes searched them from the rearview mirror, a smile pushing through. It was a beautiful thing to see. How Casey and Jacob had grown to love each other’s bodies, and how they came to respect and indulge its needs. Jeffrey looked to his right, where Sylas’ eyes eagerly waited for him. The tattoed hunk took his seat belt off and dove his head into Jeffrey’s crotch, his denim pants stretched to their limits, trying to cage his massive throbbing cock.

“I guess we’re stopping.” Jeffrey stated, veering to the right and entering a small patch of fodder hidden under tall wild grass by the side of the road.

He turned the car off, pulled his pants down, and grabbed Sylas’ neck, holding it in place as he shoved his massive dick inside his mouth. Sylas’ groans filled the cramped space inside the car, fueling Jacob’s lust, who groaned accordingly. Jeffrey’s hips rocketed up and down, his dick covered in his friend’s spit. There was always a roughness to Jeffrey, a warlike way of fucking that seemed to entice the man he was subduing.

It was the most submissive Jacob had ever seen Sylas, and as he watched him go down on Jeffrey, his eyes peeking over Casey, he began to feel rougher, his cock hardening. He took his hand to his mouth, spitting on it. Then rubbed it over his and Casey’s cock and lifted the boy’s ass, aiming his tip at the boy’s sphincter. Casey let his hips drown in it, sliding Jacob’s cock inside, a slurping sound spewing from within. Finally, Jacob rolled his arms around Casey’s back and started slamming his cock inside him, the boy’s cheeks flapping as he moaned.

“Jacob…” Casey wailed, his voice covered in rapture.

“You like that, baby?” Jacob questioned, his voice stuttering, trying to keep his breath in check. Casey held Jacob’s face in his hands and nestled his lips just inches from his.

“Yes. So much.” He whispered, his voice drowned by the slapping of his cheeks echoing inside the vehicle and the sound of Jeffrey’s cock gagging Sylas’ throat.

Casey’s body shot backward, his head falling into Jeffrey’s seat, making his head bounce forward. He held Jeffrey’s headrest with his hands, his back arched at a perfect angle, and his dick flopping around, hitting his stomach as Jacob pumped his hole. Jeffrey’s face turned to the side, catching Casey’s arms hovering beside him. The boy felt his breath on them and stretched his hands further, grabbing Jeffrey’s face. He slowly slid his fingers inside his mouth as Jeffrey sucked on them.

It was the perfect chain of sexual coordination. Everyone was touching, not a space between where a string of hair could slip through, forming a continuous line of lustful energy.

Jacob noticed Jeffrey’s hand popping by the side of his seat and grabbed it. Jeffrey’s fingers caressed his skin gently, and they stayed there, holding hands. Jeffrey’s touch was thankful, nurturing, and bound by love and respect. Maker and progeny, together, fucking their way into sexual ecstasy.

“Jeff…” Jacob muttered.

“Me too…” Jeffrey replied, under heavy breathing.

Suddenly, two loud groans broke from their mouths, long and uninterrupted, exploding inside the car. Jacob and Jeffrey unloaded their orgasms inside their partners. Sylas’ head twitched, following Jeffrey’s every pump. Casey’s hips propelled up, accompanying Jacob’s spasms, his warm cum filling the boy’s hole.

“Fuuuuck!” Jacob hollered, his head snapping back.

Everyone’s heavy breathing started to normalize, and as Jacob lifted his head, he saw Sylas pulling himself over to the back seat, his closed lips hovering over Casey’s head, which tilted back. Then, very slowly, he let Jeffrey’s cum, stored inside his mouth, fall into Casey’s opened mouth. The boy swallowed it whole, and they kissed passionately.

Then, Casey leaned forward, unclogging from Jacob’s dick, and stuck his ass out. Sylas’ head dove forward, disappearing under it. A loud queefing noise broke from the boy’s hole.

“That it, push it all out.” Sylas’ deep voice commanded, followed by the sound of him munching on Casey’s ass, sipping Jacob’s cum out of it.

Jacob’s eyes flared as Sylas’ raised his head and looked at him, grinning as he cleaned the sides of his mouth with his fingers. Casey started kissing Jacob’s neck, clambering into his chin and mouth, sliding his tongue inside. As he sucked on the boy’s tongue, Jacob could taste Jeffrey’s fluids on it. He moaned, still holding his maker’s hand through the side of the seat, pressing it tighter. They cleaned up, giggling out of their transient ecstasy, and resumed their ride. 

As the night drew in, they eventually reached their destination. A large music festival, a green landscaped venue that stretched endlessly, where people of all ages communed together. Drinking, smoking weed, and listening to music.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about!” Sylas hollered, his head sticking out the window as they drove inside the venue’s parking lot.

You could already hear the thumping coming from the different stages as people wandered in large groups from one podium to the other, glasses and beer cans in hand and clouds of smoke tracking them around. Sylas hopped out of the car and pulled his shirt off, exposing his broad chest and bulky tattooed arm. People around immediately gravitated towards him, his towering figure standing out in the crowd. Casey kissed Jacob’s lips and rocked his head, signaling him to open his door. Jeffrey followed suit and walked to the back of the car. 

They grabbed everything and started stepping out of the lot and into a steep incline that gave way to a grassy clearing with thousands of tents spread out. They eventually found a relatively empty patch, perfect for their large, double-roomed tent. Having done it a hundred times before, the four friends set it up relatively quickly, changing clothes afterward. Jeffrey and Jacob wore sweatpants and sneakers, with their bare chests bathing in the sun. Sylas wore denim shorts, his feet sporting a pair of military boots. And Casey modeled his usual denim, short shorts, and a white, tight tank top. His hair had grown longer, his golden curls sprouting from his head.

“Let’s check the main stage.” Jeffrey suggested.

They started roaming, Jeffrey and Sylas in the front, while Jacob walked slightly behind, his arm around Casey, who lovingly grabbed him by the waist. As they crossed the large field, people couldn’t help but stare. These men exuded confidence, charisma, and sexual energy. Yet, every once in a while, someone would frown, uncomfortable with the luminousness of their spirits and their ease.

As they reached the main stage, the music was pumping so loud they could barely hear anything, and before they knew it, their bodies were moving to the soundwaves, unleashed from any constraints. The four friends danced, drank, and occasionally passed a joint around for several hours, laughing and enjoying their time together. During this time, a small group of young men approached them. One of the boys in that group seemed keen on getting Sylas’ attention, and it wasn’t long before he moved over to them, wrapping his massive arm around the boy as his whole group of friends laughed at whatever Sylas was saying. Jeffrey looked back at him and smiled. After a couple of minutes, Sylas returned.

“Boys, this is Colin!” He introduced. Colin lifted his head, sporting a slightly embarrassed smile, his eyes hazy.

“Hey, guys.” Colin greeted. He had a sweet and gentle voice.

“Isn’t he the fucking cutest?” Sylas asked, a glimmer on his face like Jacob hadn’t seen in a while. “Now, what do you say I take you back to our tent and fuck that pretty ass?” He whispered into the boy’s ear, loud enough for all the group to hear and giggle amongst themselves.

“Fuck yeah.” Colin replied, his head veering up, his mouth opened, begging for Sylas’ tongue. The stud lunged down, bussing the boy passionately. Then he pulled away, spun him towards the camp, and slapped his bubble butt. Then he grabbed Colin by the waist and lifted him, carrying him away.

“See ya boys later!” He hollered, his voice vibrant and cheerful.

Jacob hugged Casey from behind, the boy’s hands holding his arms as they danced, Jacob’s crotch rubbing on his ass. Suddenly, Jacob felt a jolt of electricity following a sense of anguish. He lifted his head and skimmed at Jeffrey. Their connection felt more profound than ever.

“You boys enjoy. I’ll retire.” He informed as he turned around and started walking back to the tent settlement, his head roving around as he did.

Jacob’s gaze lingered on his maker as he walked away, his eyesight now disclosing Jeffrey’s aura. Its luster was dimming, becoming weaker.

“What’s wrong?” Casey’s sweet voice questioned from under his head.

“Let’s head back. Do you mind?” Jacob asked, his eyes still on Jeffrey, who disappeared in the distance. Casey looked at him, their telepathic intimacy filling in the blanks.

“Sure.” Casey uttered without missing a beat. He took Jacob’s hand and pulled him into the crowd, following Jeffrey’s footsteps.

As they traversed the crowd, walking through it became strenuous. Suddenly, they were bumping into people, left and right. They started rushing through, trying to flee the large mass of people, and suddenly, Casey bumped into a young man, accidentally knocking him back.

“Watch it!” The young man hollered, raising his arm in protest.

“Sorry, my bad.” Casey hollered back politely.

“Fucking faggot…” The boy whispered, the words slithering from his mouth.

Jacob ceased, his feet rooted to the floor. Casey looked back, his eyes scanning Jacob. Jacob realized it would have been impossible for anyone to hear that comment but him. He was still getting used to his newfound heightened sensibility, but the words spoken had echoed in his head as loud as the music in the background. He looked at Casey, then turned around to face the boy, who was still looking at them, occasionally glancing back at his group of friends, mindlessly giggling.

A swift draft of warmness rushed through Jacob’s body. He closed his eyes, trying desperately to tame his anger, his breathing settling slowly. With each gust he took, everything around him felt softer and calmer. And then, from somewhere deep inside him, somewhere he had never probed before, he began to hear faint voices and whispers. The tip of his fingers tingled, and every hair on his body prickled. He could barely make sense of the whispering when an ethereal calmness descended over him. He opened his eyes as the most serene expression took hold of his face. He looked back at Casey and winked before turning around and walking in the boy’s direction.

As he approached him, Jacob couldn’t help but marvel at the boy’s alluring looks, his beauty seeming oddly familiar somehow. Around 20 years old, his face was as pale as snow, his hair was long and dark as raven feathers, and his eyes were like two emerald stones, shimmering as the lights from the stage reflected off them. Yet, as Jacob approached the boy, his aggressiveness seemed to shed, his green eyes flaring.

“Hey.” Jacob said, his voice calm and collected. The boy stood silent, his mouth slightly opened as his friends jeered from behind him. “What’s your name?” Jacob questioned.

“I…” The boy replied, nervously glancing back at his group of friends.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about them.” Jacob assured, smiling at the boy.

“I’m Luc.” The boy stuttered. Jacob squinted for a split second before his lips stretched into a smile.

“That’s not your real name, is it?” Jacob teased, his voice ushering the truth out. The boy chuckled nervously. He shook his head, his raven hair blowing in the night breeze.

“It’s Lucius. But everyone calls me Luc.” The boy revealed. Time stopped, and a single tear fell from Jacob’s eye, sliding down his face. He looked back at Casey, who waited for him patiently, and beamed.

“Nice to meet you, Lucius.” Jacob stated, extending his hand in greeting. The boy reluctantly took his hand and held Jacob’s.

In seconds, slivers of ancient memories flashed through Jacob’s eyes. It was too fast for his yet untrained mind to make sense of. He giggled, overwhelmed by the blessing bestowed upon him. Jacob was finally beginning to understand just how sacred this power was. And how everything and everyone connected. An endless cycle of moments where past and present collided.

Standing there, gazing at that boy, he finally understood that death is anything but finite. And that souls are everlasting.

“Dude, you’re burning up…” The boy commented, snapping Jacob out of his stupor. He chuckled, unlocking his hand from Lucius.

“Would you like to join us, Lucius?” Jacob suggested. Lucius looked at him, baffled. Then Jacob leaned into the boy, his lips grazing his ear. “I’m only asking to be polite. I know, for a fact, you want nothing more.” He whispered, pulling away, never unlocking his gaze from Lucius.

“Luc, dude, what the fuck!” A voice hollered from within his group of friends.

But Lucius seemed transfixed on Jacob’s gaze, the boy’s anger and prejudice fading away, giving residence to a gentle and loving glare. Jacob put his arm around him, and they started walking away, to Lucius’ friends’ complete disbelief. They walked along the venue, continuing over the circuit rails and through a tall grass field, finally reaching a riverbank, where Jeffrey stood, gazing at the water.

Jacob pulled Lucius’ head to him. “Tu natus es ut parvulus Mira lucis mysterio. Redi ad decorem, qui eras ante.” [Translation: You were born as a child to the mysterious light. Return to the beauty that you were before.] He whispered into his ear. 

As he stood beside him, Casey could see as light slipped through Jacob’s mouth and entered the boy. Jacob then stepped away. Lucius was now looking forward, his eyes locked on Jeffrey. His whole expression, body language, and demeanor had changed. First, he pulled his shirt off, then shoes, pants, and finally, his underwear, standing completely naked under the night sky before finally walking down the grass slope towards Jeffrey.

“What did you do?” Casey whispered. Jacob sat on the floor, his arm grabbing Casey and pulling the boy with him.

“Do you believe in fate, Casey?” Jacob questioned, his eyes filled with the light’s vibrancy. “Do you believe that when you share a deep connection with someone’s soul, not even death can sever it apart?” He reinforced. Casey looked at him, smiling.

In the distance, Jeffrey’s sobs broke free as his knees caved to the ground. Lucius embraced him, enveloping Jeffrey in his naked body. His hands touched the boy’s face, incredulous.

“I do.” Casey replied. 

“We shouldn’t bow our heads to sadness. Even when we can’t hold in our arms, the love we stow in our heart.” Jacob stated, his eyes glistening.

“He looks so happy…” Casey whispered, his voice crushed by overwhelming sentiment as he looked at Jeffrey in the distance.

“A parting gift. Even if only for a few hours.” Jeffrey uttered.

“I wish…” Casey uttered, his voice breaking. Jacob turned his head to face him. “No…That’s not what I meant…wishing is the wrong word…what I meant to say was…” He continued, his voice regaining his strength and docile nature. “I believe you will find Christian again. One day.” He said. Jacob beamed.

“I love you, Casey.” Jacob professed as his hand brushed the boy’s face tenderly. Casey tumbled his head on Jacob’s shoulder.

In the distance, Lucius stripped Jeffrey’s clothes slowly, saddling him. Jeffrey clad his arms around the boy, his lost love of yore, and laid him in the grass. They loved each other passionately, like the night they first met. And it was the happiest moment of Jeffrey’s long-lasting life.

The morning after, the boys packed all the stuff and returned home. During the ride back, complete silence reigned, not a single word spoken. Jacob rode in the front with Jeffrey. Casey and Sylas slept the whole way back, the boy’s head nestled on his friend’s legs. Then, finally, the car veered into the dirt road, the twilight ushering a beautiful light over the cabin. The pickup truck stopped, and the men sat there, marveling at its beauty.

“Boys, head inside. We’ll be there in a second.” Jeffrey ordered. Casey and Sylas straightened themselves, hopped off, and walked inside. Jeffrey waited until the front door was closed, turning to Jacob as it did. “Thank you, Jacob. For what you did.” He said. “Your heart’s compassion, its grace…you will undoubtedly become the best of us.” Jeffrey proclaimed.

But Jacob seemed hesitant to face his maker. He knew.

“It’s time.” Jeffrey revealed.

“Jeff…” Jacob stuttered.

“Please, Jacob.” Jeffrey prayed. “I have lived…so many lives. The things we judged as most profound, more impossible, permanent and enduring…they changed too. Yet, every time your beautiful eyes fixed on ours became eternal. The moments you smiled at us became eternal. The instants in which your body of light gave itself to us became everlasting. Those moments and memories held in the light you now carry. If you take what’s left of it from me and grant me the blessing of death…I will be eternal, inside of you, until the end.” Jeffrey vowed. Jacob broke down crying, his body lunging into Jeffrey, embracing him.

“My sweet Jacob. You will never be alone. Never.” Jeffrey vowed as he gently ran his hand over Jacob’s head, who took his lips to his maker’s mouth.

“Sicut dabatur, sic accipietur. Ego, Jacob, de vita eterna eripiam te.” [Translation: As given, so shall it be taken. I, Jacob, rescue you from eternal life.] Jacob chanted into Jeffrey, who fell back on his seat, his mouth opened as he took a deep breath, his eyes closing. A subtle delight exuded from him, his lips stretching into a smile.

“It is done.” Jeffrey exhaled.

“How long?” Jacob questioned.

“One hour. Two at the most.” Jeffrey revealed. Then he smiled, got out of the car, and went around it, opening Jacob’s door and extending his hand. “Come.” He instructed.

Jacob took his hand, and they walked inside the house together. Once he stepped into the living room, Jacob saw they had put all the mattresses from the beds on the floor and blanketed them with white sheets. Laid over them were Sylas and Casey, both naked, their dicks stiff as stones. Jeffrey walked behind Jacob and started undressing him. His shirt, then his pants, pulling his underwear down and exposing his rock-hard cock. He went up, swathing his arms around his progeny.

“We wanted to throw you a proper farewell party.” Jeffrey whispered into his ear.

Jacob chuckled. But his laughter came mixed with tears. So Jeffrey held him tighter, harvesting his pain.

“Remember what I told you that first night we met?” Sylas questioned, his eyes tearing up. Jacob nodded, his lips still trembling.

“Nobody gets left behind.” He muttered between sobs.

“Exactly.” Sylas confirmed, extending his arm forward, inviting Jacob into their circle.

Jacob walked forward, stepping into the comfortable space they had devised. As he neared them, he kneeled and crawled his way into them. As his head reached Casey, the boy immediately went for Jacob’s lips, kissing him passionately. Jacob rose, his body straightened, his knees holding all his weight. Sylas and Casey followed, the boy still latched to his mouth while Sylas kissed Jacob’s neck and shoulders.

All three men moaned, their different tones merging in perfect harmony.

Jacob’s arms were wrapped around both their necks, pulling them into him, when he felt a warm body latch to his back. Jeffrey was now engaging, his stripped body rubbing on Jacob, his massive dick honing between his sweaty, moist crack. Jeffrey pulled Jacob’s hair, tilting his head back and away from Casey’s mouth, biting on his skin as he stuck his tongue inside his ear. The intensity of Jacob’s moaning started to ascend, his chest moving back and forth as his breath became faster. Jeffrey’s hands slid through the side of Jacob’s body, along his hips, and over his cock. His maker’s hand held his dick in his grasp, stroking it slowly. Another howl broke from Jacob’s mouth. All the men shared a complicit smile, as if they had all felt it.

Casey squeezed under Jacob. His legs spread outwards. Sylas went in and started kissing Casey. In turn, Jeffrey began sucking on Jacob’s neck as his right hand jerked him off and his left one teased his nipples. Jeffrey then pushed Jacob over Casey, guiding his progeny’s cock inside Casey’s hole, who lifted his pelvis, his ass hovering over the mattress, waiting to receive Jacob’s shaft. The boy moaned as it went in, Jeffrey’s hand following it until Jacob’s pubes brushed Casey’s sphincter before letting go.

Jacob started pounding Casey’s ass, his ass drawing whisking movements in the air, his thrusts filled with love, care, and passion. Finally, Casey’s hands grabbed his ass cheeks, and Sylas, whose lips locked on the boy’s, pulled back and took his mouth to Casey’s cock, sucking on it eagerly. The boy giggled lustfully as his head tilted back so far that Jacob could only see his chin.

Then, Jacob felt his cheeks spread and a warm wet spit splatter firing on his asshole. Seconds later, Jeffrey’s tongue rolled around it, sliding gently inside, teasing it as it puckered. Then, finally, he stood up on his knees and slowly pushed his cock inside Jacob.

“Fuck! Jeff…” Jacob moaned as he turned his head to look back, Jeffrey’s eyes waiting for him and his hands skating around Jacob’s back, admiring his flexed muscles as he arched his back.

Jeffrey started thrusting his hips, his cock sliding in and out, rubbing Jacob’s prostate intently. Meanwhile, Jacob’s dick was sliding inside Casey’s moist hole, the boy whimpering as his dick got milked by Sylas. All men moved in a perfectly timed rhythm, a chain of pleasure only the most intimate connection could provide.

“Oh god…” Casey wailed with Sylas’ moan chasing behind as the boy’s dick filled his mouth.

“Baby…” Jacob groaned, his eyes locked on Casey. The boy let his arms fall by the side and stretched himself on the bed, his stunning smile igniting the hearts of his partners. Then he suddenly looked over Jacob’s shoulder. He pulled Jacob’s dick out of him slowly and pulled himself up on the bed using his arms.

Then, like a synchronized event, Sylas squeezed his large body under Jacob, his head just inches below Casey’s ass. Jacob felt Jeffrey slide out, his hand grabbing his hips and guiding him over to Sylas’ dick. He looked down at Sylas, who gazed at him, crying. Jacob held the hunk’s face in his hands.

“Sweet Jacob. We love you so much…” Sylas uttered, his voice filled with emotion.

Jacob kissed him passionately, Sylas’ heavy breath entering him. He felt Sylas’ dick push inside as his body tilted forward slightly, his mouth over Casey’s dick. And then, he felt another soft and slippery shove inside his taint. Jeffrey was pushing his dick inside him too.

“Fuuuuuck.” Jacob yelled, his voice blazing with rapture. “No fucking way!” He hollered again, chuckling with delightful shock and surprise.

Sylas’ remained steady, his dick stuffed inside, while Jeffrey slowly rocketed his hips back and forth, his dick halfway in. Jacob’s moans shifted, turning into wails of ecstasy. His arms now stretched outwards, grabbing Casey’s thighs.

“Shhhh…that’s it, Jacob. That’s it. Surrender.” Jeffrey whispered, his head snapped back as his thrusts became sharper.

Casey started rubbing his cock over Jacob’s face. Shackled by this newfound pleasure, Jacob lifted his head and silenced his howls by swallowing the boy’s cock. Casey smiled, grabbed his head, and began fucking his mouth as Jacob’s gags and slobbering sounds plugged the room.

Jacob’s mind went blank, his eyes shut, and his body relinquished all control. It was the most beautiful, natural, raw, passionate, metaphysical, and otherwordly sexual moment of his life. There he was, subdued to the will of those men, willingly caged by their lust, passion, and desire. His whole body being glorified and worshiped by those honorable men.

His body and soul were their temples of light. And death.

Jacob’s body propelled forward when he finally felt a shock wave of fire unload inside him. Warm gushes of a thick liquid filled his mouth. Inside his hole, a torrent of batter was pumping, too. His stretched pit queefing as it spewed copious amounts of Sylas’ and Jeffrey’s cum. There was a harrowing silence, so empty you could hear the cum shooting from everyone’s cocks. Finally, Jacob opened his eyes and looked up, searching for Casey’s blue gaze, swallowing his load, shot by shot. It was the sweetest cum he had ever tasted.

Jeffrey pulled out slowly, Jacob’s sloppy hole trying desperately to close. Sylas’ dick pulled out next, finally allowing their cum to ooze out unceremoniously, skating over Jacob’s thighs. His body collapsed over Sylas.

“Good boy.” Sylas’ whispered in his ear, his large tattooed arm embracing Jacob with overwhelming tenderness.

Then, out of nowhere, Jeffrey’s voice pierced through.

“Turn him around.” He ordered, his voice loaded with eros.

Casey and Sylas looked at each other, confounded. They slid sideways, and Sylas turned Jacob’s tired body around. As he did, they noticed his beautiful dick was still rigid. Jeffrey crawled up, lifted one of his legs over Jacob, saddled him, taking his hand to Jacob’s crevice and swathing the cum off it. He then layered it over his progeny’s dick, lifted his ass, and slid Jacob’s dick inside him slowly.

Casey and Sylas’ eyes locked on what was happening, their gazes glistening, and their mouths plunged in shock. Then, as Jeffrey gently bounced his ass on his cock, Jacob finally lifted his head and gazed at his maker.

A beautiful sight to behold, indeed. Jeffrey’s towering figure hovered over him, all the muscles flexing as they worked tirelessly to satisfy him. His large thighs held his weight over Jacob’s cock, which struggled to hold on as the tightness of Jeffrey’s hole clamored for his load. Finally, Jacob shot up, enveloping his arms around Jeffrey, his head nestled inside his maker’s chest. He sniffed Jeffrey’s skin, inebriated by its scent. Jeffrey’s hips continued to move, stimulating Jacob’s dick with the utmost upkeep.

Then, in a swift move, Jacob rolled Jeffrey over, assuming a missionary position, with Jeffrey’s legs tightly wrapped around, their mouths glued, their breaths syncopated, and their eyes unable to let go of each other.

“I wanna hear you say it.” Jacob uttered. Jeffrey held his face with his hands, his mouth opened, and a submissive countenance poured through.

“Fuck me, Jacob. I want you to come inside me.” Jeffrey whispered.

Jacob grinned, placed his arms under Jeffrey’s knees, pulled his legs up, and began pounding his hole. Jeffrey’s whimpers burst from his mouth like powerful soundwaves. The submissiveness of that stoic man finally unveiled. Casey and Sylas witnessed, awed, as Jacob shattered Jeffrey’s last line of defense. Like a soldier at war’s end, finally willing to sheathe his weapons and surrender.

Jeffrey’s eyes flared as he felt Jacob’s dick swell up inside him, dilating before it began to pump his load inside. His legs dangled in the air as Jacob’s pelvis pummelled his dick deeper and deeper inside him. And as 

As Jacob’s orgasm peaked, a light blasted from his eyes like an explosion, engulfing everything around them.

“Remember us.” Jeffrey uttered, his voice echoing into Jacob’s heart, lingering like a whispered song.

Then, everything went quiet.
Jacob’s senses scoured under the blinding glare for his friend’s presence.
But he could no longer feel them.
He could no longer sense them.
He couldn’t feel their heartbeats.
They were gone.

Jeffrey, Sylas, and Casey died on a Monday morning, December 14th, 2090, in the early instances of the most glorious aurora.

And Jacob was there to guide his friends through as they drew their last breath and finally crossed the great divide.

[3 weeks later]

The black pickup truck pulled into a remote gas station, and Jacob hopped out. He went inside and walked to the counter.

“50 bucks on pump 3, please.” He requested.

“Sure thing, bud.” The old-timer replied, scanning Jacob with a curious gaze. “You from around here?” He questioned. Jacob looked at him and smiled politely.

“No. Just came here to sell an old family cabin.” He answered.

“Ah, I see…” The man commented, lingering for a while before resuming his small talk. “Then you must have heard about the one that burned down just 4 miles south of here?” He probed. Jacob, who perused through some magazines, stopped abruptly, his hand drifting over them.

“Can’t say I have. No.” He answered in a calm, soothing tone.

“Sources say they found three bodies inside. But authorities couldn’t even identify them. They say one of them might go back as far as the 1500’s…strange world we live in.” The man commented, his head shaking as he slipped Jacob the receipt over the counter. Jacob smiled.

“Thank you. Have a good day.” He said, walking out.

“You too, bud.” The man responded.

As he stepped outside, he darted around, then popped his sunglasses on, shielding his eyes from the scorching sun. He filled up the tank and sprang inside the truck. He was about to start the car when he stopped, looking at himself in the rearview mirror. Hanging from it were three tags, interlaced in a gentle dance.

He shook his head, chuckling to himself. Then, he reversed the car and drove off, leaving the only life he knew behind.

Jacob ventured alone into the world, and the world, as this story means to tell, embraced him. He fell in love many times, only to be struck with grief whenever he had to say goodbye to another lover. Another friend. 

Yet, unlike many of his predecessors, his spirit never faltered, his heart never gave up on love, and his lust for life kept him on the path braved by all the honorable men that came before.

As time elated, his existence became diluted, traces of his identity were lost, and his name forgotten.

Did he eventually die?

History will never know. But Jacob’s tale is meant to show that men’s souls are everlasting and unbreakable if you choose to walk a righteous path.

Maybe, one day, who knows, we will see him again…

THE END

Prologue

I was working one of my two jobs as a security guard at the YSL in Union Square when a short fat man, in a polo and slacks, with a pink Starbucks drink, approached me to compliment my looks.

“They have you doing security? You should be the model!” the stranger flirted.

“Haha, thanks,” I accepted the compliment.

“I love a man in uniform. I’ll see you around,” he winked.

“Alright, have a great day,” I waved him off.

Getting hit on by pedestrians, sugar mamas and expensive gays, isn’t an uncommon occurrence for a 35-year-old 6’1” 275 lbs macho bodybuilder working security. My guard uniform for YSL did resemble cop attire: dark blue baseball cap covered my brown hair; dark blue long-sleeved shirt that stretched over my massive torso and hid my hairy chest, back, pits and arms; plated vest that further enhanced my Herculean proportions; dark blue trousers that hugged my packed quads and beefy glutes. It was a rent-a-cop uniform though. I didn’t even carry a weapon, meanwhile the Walgreens security guys were allowed to respond with their gun when homeless drug addicts try to stab them. 

My rugged face and manly features came from Germanic-Jewish heritage on my Mother’s side and Russo-Ukrainian on my father’s side. I could never see myself as a model though: crooked nose; far from squeaky and hairless; acne scars from my high school athlete days; a layer of stubborn COVID lock-down fat that I couldn’t get rid of through bodybuilding alone, expanded what was once a chiseled physique. The compliment had me glowing for the rest of my shift at YSL.

At my second job that day as a security guard at the Line Hotel on Market Street, I spotted the same short fat man, who complimented me earlier, being hassled by some drug addict.

“Hey, get out of here,” I commanded with authority to the druggie.

“Sorry man. I’ll go, I’ll go,” the druggie mumbled, meekly acknowledging my imposing size, and stumbled off.

“You okay?” I asked the short chubby stranger.

“Yeah, thanks,” the short fat man said shakily. “I was just trying to play Pokemon Go, haha.”

“No worries,” I grasped his squishy shoulder with my firm paw to steady and assure him. 

“The Wilson Building is the Pokemon Gym but you probably live at the real gym when you’re not saving people, oh my!” the stranger admired my packed form up and down.

“Yessir. Gotta keep fit cause my body is the tool for the my role,” I subconsciously peacocked to look larger.

“You’re just protecting everyone all over the place with those muscles?” he flattered. 

“Nah, just security here at the Line and at YSL,” I said humbly.

“This outfit is different from there but it’s just as sexy,” he squealed.

“Thanks,” I chuckled. My line hotel uniform was more militaristic rather than like a cop-like, with a black baseball cap, long-sleeved collared shirt, plated vest and khaki pants (which highlighted my prodigious basket more than the dark blue trousers).

“I’m Doug Duggan, I was VP of Sales at ApolloBiotech but now I’m now founding my own startup, working out of the coworking space at the top floor of Ikea.” He adjusted his smart watch which glitched across the screen. “So I’ll be around here often. I’m glad that a hulking hunk like you is patrolling around here.” He hesitantly patted my bicep with his stubby fingers. 

“I’m Rocco, my parents were fans of Sly Stallone,” I flexed for him straining the black fabric of my arm sleeve to ease his self-confidence.

“If I may ask, why are you working two jobs? How much do you work? Are they not paying you enough? You don’t have to answer if you feel like I’m prying too much.” The smart watch screen glitched again when Doug adjusted it again.

I would have generally view those questions as invasive but Doug boosted my confidence and seemed like a good guy. “I work about full-time at both, so 80 hours a week. I think they pay me fairly. I make about $190,000 gross across both jobs. I’m happily paying to support my 18-year-old son that I share with my ex and making sure his college is taken care of.”

“Oh?” Doug grabbed my developed forearm and guided me to the hotel’s outside patio between the Tenderheart and the Warfield. He adjusted his smart watch again and it glitched like last time.

“Jessie and I were high school sweethearts at Lincoln High School. We were the idyllic quarterback homecoming king and cheer captain homecoming queen, except her father didn’t approve of her dating a white dude from a poor family. They were new money, owning probably the only black-owned country club in California. In Stockton, I did have some social capital for being white which evened out the social standing of her financial status. Despite her father’s objections, I did the right thing and proposed to Jessie when she found out she was pregnant with our son, Balboa. In order to wed, he ensured I signed all the paperwork that excluded me from their generational wealth. The marriage didn’t last long because of obvious reasons, but we’re on good terms.”

“Aww, that’s nice.” Doug guided me to a patio chair stroking my flexor and extensor while his smart watch glitched.

“Jessie did well for herself and became a mommy blogger. She ended up with my football team rival, whom her father did approve of. While I was the better athlete, my rival was the better suitor since he was wealthy, smart and black. I think he works for NASA on the Peninsula now. Balboa lives with Jessie and his three half-siblings.”

“Hmm, and how did you get into security?” His smart watch glitched as he circled around the chair and felt up my corded triceps and deltoids through my black shirt and started massaging my lats. It felt great.

“The owners of Pacific Ave. Motel were fans of my football career and got me started in security to provide for my son. I was with them for about 10 years. Downtown Stockton is a different kind of seedy than downtown San Francisco. The motel owners were nice people but turned a blind eye to the hookers that were using the motel as their place of business. I looked out for those girls and they happily let my fit physique partake in their services once in a while as a token of their appreciation.”

“Oh?” Doug kneeled between my legs, examining my jacked calves and quads through my khaki pants. I spied a glitch on his wrist while he was sensually tracing my adductors through my khaki pants with his finger tips. My crotch area felt tight.

“I was laid off during the COVID lock-downs and they never reopened so there was nothing to go back to. I live in Oakland with my high school weed dealer, Fizzy. He was a few years ahead of me and got me the job at YSL. When he fell out of business when weed was legalized in CA, he entered the market of high-end substances. So he had luxury network contacts. He’s trying to get on the ‘straight and narrow’ though.”

A glitch. Doug sat in my lap trying to grope my bulging pecs underneath the plated vest but settled for playing with the chest hair that spilled over my shirt collar. “So manly, like a wolf or bear, and with that beard, yum.” A crowd of observers seemed to form in front of the patio.

“Jessie hated my body hair so I’d shave it squeaky clean for her. My current girlfriend doesn’t mind.” The voyeurs started pointing their phones at me in my direction.

“Oh you’re not single that’s too bad?” Doug grabbed my face to attention and ran his finger through my beard and knocked my baseball cap off to comb through my hair. A smartwatch glitch.

“Yessir, I’m taken by a hot Trans girl. She’s 23. I’m also helping out with her medical costs which is why I’m working two jobs.”

Grinding his ass against my hardening cock trapped beneath my boxers and uniform pants, Doug asked, “So you’re bi then, I do have a shot?” A glitch.

“No sir, Trans women are women. Unfortunately for you, I’m straight,” my hip muscles grinded against his saggy ass.

“That is unfortunate. My husband and I are both bottoms. How does that work, one may wonder. Hosting a third top,” he laughed to himself. His hotdog finger wedged between my plated vest and uniform shirt finding my nerve-sensitive areolas. “I could probably connect you and Fizzy with a job opportunity in my network. You could be making $190k at just one job alone. How does that sound?” Glitch.

“That sounds … fuccckkk uuuunhh.. -ing great” my cream seeped through the imprisoning layers and darkened a wet spot forming from my basket.

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1920’s, Sylvester II’s Insane Asylum

1970’s, Oakland Hills Sanitorium

Now, Dieter Zhel Mental Health Spa of Oakland Hills

IRS Tax Name DZPH Psychiatric Hospital: Rehab and Inpatient Psychiatric Care

Zuckerberg General Hospital. Dieter Zhel Psychiatric Hospital. What was with rich people who put their names on hospitals? Dieter Zhel, a gazillionaire philanthropist and conservative gay, was notable for his controversial investments, like his life extension startup that sourced blood and other bodily fluids from healthy young men. My new friend, Doug Duggan, was linked to Zhel through venture capital work. Doug’s professional network was to my benefit. 

Doug got my former-drug-dealer stoner roommate, Fizzy, an admin assistant role. It was only $55k but it was an honest pay. I was glad his time was taken up by a real job. He lusted after my body. Fizzy would previously spend his free daytime being a bum and planning new drug cocktails that would “somehow turn me gay.” He beg me to try it when I got home from my double shifts because he was so thirsty to be fucked by me. 

He worked on the main campus where wealthy Bay Area families sent their close ones to get treatment. They chose our facility because of our reputation for extreme discretion. The main campus grew around the original insane asylum. The insane asylum became the pro-bono ward. 

There was a security vacancy for the ward due to the previous guard getting spooked. Doug vouched for my protection services bona fides. I knew I would be equipped for the role, building my body my entire professional life for the sole purpose of security. I only met Dieter Zhel once, during onboarding. He approved of how the uniform looked on me. 

Like my previous jobs, my daily uniform was combat sartorial. The trousers were some sort of black vegan pleather with stitching that emphasized my already huge package. They were so tight that the ass panel had a fly too in case I needed to go number 2 since they were so difficult to pull down past my quads and hamstrings. They were so tight, I opted to go commando since my boxers wouldn’t fit. The grey collared long-sleeved shirt was just as tight as the trousers. The collar nearly choked my swole neck while the shirt itself was stretched to it’s limit by my bulk. The grey fabric was so sheer, that my chest (and back, pit and arm) hair and sensitive areolas were easily visible depending on the lighting and angle. And often nearly translucent due to perspiration since the my workstation was only updated with heat but not A.C. An undershirt was not approved in the dress code. There was no risk of gun injury so I wasn’t assigned a plated vest, however I was assigned a matching black pleather chest holster, containing my security gear, that wore on my traps like a backpack but also ran under my firm pec cleavage, further emphasizing my muscled slabs and jutting out my nipples. 

I was instructed to wear the uniform daily. With the uniform being so tight and without room to breathe, the uniform was often rank and musky by Friday. I would surrender it to the facility and by Monday it would be fresh again. Fizzy told me the rumor that Zhel was collecting the musk for his startup. I was also assigned a second uniform that was nearly identical to the first but I wasn’t supposed to wear it yet, and couldn’t fit in it either since it was even smaller than the first. Zhel mentioned I would eventually switch to that one ‘when it was time.’

Beyond the pay itself, this career move felt like a progression in unenumerable ways and was quite cushy in others. In my over-decade security career, I was never issued a desk or a chair until this role. The only downside of the new job was that it was the graveyard shift. However, it was a small price to pay to make as much at one job than working twice as long to provide for my son and girlfriend. 

I started dating my Trans girlfriend when she was 21. She was already so freaking beautiful when we met. But for her self-esteem, I financed her boobs, her ass, her lips and anything else she wanted done. I never felt taken advantage of since I, too, got to enjoy her enhancements, after all. 

I had hoped my son, Balboa, would have followed in my athletic pursuits. While he did derive fitness from fencing and horseback riding, he gravitated more towards his stepfather’s academic pursuits. Had Balboa not gotten full scholarships to UC Berkeley, I had saved enough to cover his college tuition without scholarships. He could now use my savings for housing, study abroad or anything he wanted.

Decorative topiary, brick wall and and an electrified fence separated the eight-sided pro-bono ward from the main campus. The architecture was a combination of modern renovations to a Mission Revival foundation. Elements of the facility were so weathered that I wondered how some parts hadn’t crumpled yet. The only way into the ward was a hallway on the west side that led to the interior anteroom. Seven patient dorms, which weren’t all occupied, ajoined the seven other sides connected by double doors to the anteroom (extra precaution due to the severity of the psychopaths). The patient dorms were spartan, furnished only with a bed, sink, shower and toilet. Their clothes were just as spartan, DZPH branded sweats. The anteroom housed the patients’ medications and state-of-the-art medical tools all stocked by Doug’s former employer, ApolloBiotech.

My monitor desk was located outside the anteroom in the west hallway. I could view all seven rooms from the comfort of a sitting down. Since all the medical care and feedings happened during the day shifts, I was principally responsible for ensuring the patients remained alive until the next day. This didn’t seem difficult at first since they didn’t have much to work with. I actually had downtime which I filled by browsing OnlyFans on my phone. When that got stale, I spiced it up by jerking off to the monitor feed of the patients.

The medical care for these patients were pro-bono due to Dieter Zhel’s direct funding. I was never given the patient’s real names and was only supposed to address them by their number, though I did have nicknames for them just for myself. 

South Dorm, Vacant

SW Dorm occupant, Patient 7 aka Bloody Mary: Caucasian Female; 40-years-old; institutionalized for strangling wild animals and abusing pets.

Mary had ruddy hair and huge tits. She was kinda scary looking but was still spank bank material.

NW Dorm occupant, Patient 1 aka Bart Beater: Latino Male; 24-years-old; institutionalized for violent assaults on BART.

Beater was slim but extremely fit, definitely a fighter’s body.

North Dorm occupant, Patient 2 aka Schizo Santa Clause: Arab Male; 46-years-old; institutionalized for PTSD and paranoid schizophrenia.

Santa’s hair had gone fully white for not that old of an age. He was also extremely obese but buried underneath all that blubber was an Air Force veteran.

NE Dorm, Vacant

East Dorm (directly across the anteroom from my desk) Patient 4, you: African-American Female-to-Male; 18-years old; institutionalized for dissociative identity disorder.

You were our newest patient. My son was your age but you looked nothing alike. Despite being smaller than I was at his age, Balboa’s bourgeois fit body was still larger than your twink one. You claimed to be Gerb D’Aurillac, the reincarnation of the demon pope this hospital was originally named after. I wasn’t a medical professional but I suspected at least three personalities: brief glimpses of a gentle personality that could have been the true one; the demon pope personality that seemed to host most of the time; brief glimpses of a presence even darker than the demon pope. I didn’t have a nickname for you since you already gave yourself one. 

SE Dorm, Vacant

One night, I was already annoyed due to the heat blasting, all four patients had concurrent episodes. You hysterically laughed so hard your face turned blue. Bart Beater self-harmed by holding his head in the sink. Shizo Santa cried uncontrollably and Bloody Mary self-harmed by slapping herself. I went in order from most at-risk to least at-risk.

I opened the NW anteroom door and entered the space between the doors. I closed the anteroom door, opened patient-side door, walked through and then closed the patient side door.

“Patient 1, you are currently having an episode and are at risk of harming yourself. If you can not stop, I will restrain you.” Bart Beater did not stop. I approached him with a restraining technique. He whipped his head out of the sink when I was near. He lashed out by grasping my nerve-sensitive nipples which were advertised by my see-through shirt and bullseyed by my gear holster. It both hurt and chubbed me up at the same time. When I reached to remove his hands to save my nipples, he grabbed my right arm twerked it behind my back. When I fell to a knee, he reached down and unzipped my fly with his free hand. He fondled my chubbing cock until he found his target, my balls. I could feel the nausea in my gut with his skinny-fit grip strength sapping my own strength. Assuming he had worn me out, he abandoned my right arm to get a few punches on my massive muscles. Seizing the opportunity, my strong frame and training overpowered his smaller frame and scrappy fighting spirit. I secured the patient to the bed and tended to my arm.

I opened the patient-side door and entered the space between the doors. I closed the patient-side door, opened the anteroom door, walked through and then closed the anteroom facing door.

I entered the South West dorm.

“Patient 7, you are currently having an episode and are at risk of harming yourself. If you can not stop I will restrain you.” Bloody Mary stopped slapping herself but tried to seduce me into assisting in her escape.

“Come on musclestud let me outta here. I’ll take care of you,” she purred dangerously.

Mary’s devious emerald eyes bore into me as if she knew I jacked off to her. Momentarily dazed by guilt, I was taken off guard when she closed the gap and ran her hands across my buff physique. She enjoyed molesting my hard abs and dense pecs. She settled with one hand plucking my sensitive areolas through my sweat-through shirt, which were already sore from the attack earlier, and her other hand went for my fly which I had forgotten to zip. With her soft hands, she pulled my cock, already chubbed from the previous patient, from the pleather confines.

“Thick and long,” Mary cooed. Discovering her double-jointed wrist, she jerked my girth with her digits while she stimulated my head with her thumb. She sapped my will through my cock like Bart sapped my strength through my balls. I lost track of time and forgot about the other patients while she edged me. When she started passionately kissing me, I wrapped my left arm around her and carried her to the bed with my single good arm. While she was engrossed by my build, I secured her to the bed. I could have fucked the real thing instead of the spank bank version right then. She was eager. I reluctantly got off her since she was 1. restrained and 2. a patient.

I entered the North dorm.

“Patient 2, you are currently having an episode. What can I do to assist you the evening?”

“Hold me,” Schizo Santa sobbed wrapping his arms around me, his much larger blubbery body enveloping me. I hugged him back. He cupped my round ass globes and I laughed. When he finally calmed down I guided him to his bed. 

I entered the East dorm.

Before I knew it you uppercut my chin and kneed me in the balls. When I fell to my knees you yanked my left arm behind my back dislocating it from the shoulder. All while still laughing, you grabbed my middle finger on my right hand and bent it back while you headbutted me, cracking my nose. You straddled my rooted quads, trapping my powerful bodybuilder frame with your powerless twink frame. You grasped my collar and easily tore my sweaty sheer shirt.

“Yes, I love my daddies hairy!” Your explored my exposed torso. Your fingers twisted my nipples, already tender from the previous attacks. I cringed as you licked my face, slobbering over my acne scars. You bounced your tight twink ass on my cock, still out and hard from Mary’s handling. Your mouth made it’s way down to my traps. I could feel a hickie form from where you landed. You bit down like a vampire and I could feel the skin break. Using my training, I fought through the pain (and pleasure) and accessed my holster which was still intact over my tattered shirt. Even with my finger bent, I zapped you with the stun gun. I efficiently restrained your arms and legs with zipties and then ziptied those together, hog style. I went through the double doors to get the ApolloBiotech pharmaceutical sedative from the medicine area of the anteroom. When you knocked out, I cut the ties and restrained you to the bed. You’d be the day nurses problem. 

“Shit! Bro, they fucked you up good, huh?” Fizzy laughed as he reset my arm and the night nurse adjusted my finger. “You look like a total badass though. Doesn’t he looked yoked?” The nurse blushed. God, I loved my stoner fag roommate.

When my Gen Z supervisor eventually came in, he said I would receive no worker’s compensation since handling patient episodes was part of the job description and that all patients were up to date with their vaccinations. I was frustrated and feverish. I drove Fizzy and myself home and knocked out immediately while the sun was rising.

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I woke up around 2pm and felt I had drunk a Prime energy drink. Invigorated, my plan was to take a shower and do some cardio to try to tackle the stubborn lockdown fat. By the time I was drying off and about to put on my running gear, my sleep fog had fully cleared. I checked myself out in the mirror to examine the battle scars from last night.

Not only were the bruises and broken skin gone, but I was shocked to see my stubborn fat layer was gone too. I was shredded again. Even more cut than my namesake, Rocky Balboa. Perhaps even more lean than I was in high school. Not only did I have defined abs again, but I could count two more than the six I had before. There was some separation where the eight-pack-abs could even look like ten. One could wash clothes on these abs. My obliques and serratus where rippled so sharply that one could grate cheese. My iliac crest was cut from marble and my quads and calves were cut diamonds. The vascularity across my physique was more prominent than ever. My proportions were insane from my two decades of bodybuilding gains dedicated to my security guard career combined with what looked like the lowest fat percentage I’ve ever had. My skin was clear of acne scars and my crooked nose from high school football injuries had straightened out. I really could have passed for a model.

“What’s taking so long? I need to piss,” Fizzy whined groggily while he stumbled toward the toilet. His eyes bugged out when he saw me. He rubbed his eyes and did a double take, “Woah dude, when did you get this hot?”

“I’ve always been hot. You’ve been trying to get me to fuck you since high school,” I teased, playfully punching him in the shoulder.

“Nah, man. I’m serious. You went from working class rugged every-man hot to god-tier studly perfection hot,” Fizzy said, ogling my ripped build while he stood pissing in the toilet.

“It’s gotta be from last night when Gerb bit me. Maybe his T got into my system or DZPH has him on some super serum or something. But it’s hard to complain about this,” I flexed and saw my defined anatomy dance under my skin in the mirror.

“Dude, we gotta commemorate this.” Fizzy enjoyed lathering my cut muscles with posing oil. I flexed shirtless in my workout gear around the apartment in different poses while he snapped multiple angles and crops on his iPhone. He posted the photos where I looked most aesthetic to my dating profiles and my Instagram. I texted some more risque ones to my girlfriend to excite her. I texted less risque ones to my new friend Doug to tease him.

Jessie, my ex-wife ‘liked’ my IG story and slid into my dms. She messaged that she had a dream about me last night. Apparently, we fucked in new ways than we did when we were in high school. We made plans to meet on the weekend. Balboa would babysit his three younger siblings. 

The next few days at work went without any major episodes while I anticipated my date with my ex-wife. Though, I was unsettled when the patients would stare at the cameras, like they were hungry for me directly through the monitor. I caught the night nurse and my Gen Z boss staring lecherously often too. Since my original uniform was fairly wrecked, I tested out my backup. With my COVID lock-down fat layer gone, I could squeeze into the second uniform, though it was still very tight. The new grey long-sleeved shirt seemed even more sheer than the first. Combined with the tightness, each of my defined abs were outlined while the fabric wrapped itself around each of my beefy pecs.

On my date with Jessie on Friday the 13th, I allowed my ex-wife to shave me as hairless as she kept me in high school. With my nose straightened again, my shredded bodybuilder physique, and my smooth skin, I really was picture perfect to be a model. Over the course of the evening we did fuck in multiple new ways that we didn’t in high school. With the stamina to vaginally make her cum five times in these new positions, she was even open to end on anal, reverse spider.

About two week later at work, I was both sexting with my hot 23-year-old Trans girlfriend and texting with my ex-wife, when Jessie told me that she thought she was pregnant again but going to the doctor the next morning to make sure. I beamed. I was going to be a father again and Balboa was going to get another sibling that would be a full sibling. Unfortunately for me, you wetblanketted my glow when you started having another hysterical laughing episode on the monitor.

I proceed with extreme caution so I wouldn’t be caught off guard again (though the results of the last encounter actually shook out to be rewarding). I opened the East anteroom door and entered the space between the doors. I closed the anteroom door, opened patient-side door, walked through and then closed the patient side door.

“I made her fall in love with you again? Do you want to marry her?” you pranced around the room hysterically laughing.

“I made herfallin lovewith youagain? Doyouwant tomarryher?”

“I made herfallin lovewith youagain? Doyouwant tomarryher?”

“I made herfallin lovewith youagain? Doyouwant tomarryher?”

You were fucking up my head. How did you have outside information about my personal life? How did your bite transform me from a rugged hulking hunk to shredded muscle god? How did you make Jessie fall in love with me again?

“I made herfallin lovewith youagain? Doyouwant tomarryher?”

“I made herfallin lovewith youagain? Doyouwant tomarryher?”

“I made herfallin lovewith youagain? Doyouwant tomarryher?”

“YES! I want to marry Jessie again!” I yelled, grabbing you. You looked startled for an instant, like I broke through to your core personality that wasn’t Gerb. The innocence quickly left as fast as it came.

“If you want to marry her, you have to fuck me like how you fucked her,” you started roaming your hands around my shredded physique. 

I’m not into dudes, but you were playing me perfectly. You cleverly took off my gear holster and then unbuttoned my shirt, freeing my smooth hard muscles.

“Eww, you’re too naked, daddy,” you whinged. My chest itched then my brown fur forest burst from their follicles. You ran your fingers through my chest hair, ending up at a common target, my areolas. 

You encouraged me to shrug off my shirt over my round shoulders. You undid my fly and freed my hardening cock from the pleather uniform pants. Exploring my gear holster, you grabbed some zipties, that I had used on you, to use on me as a cock ring at my base. You hopped on my bodybuilder frame with your twink body, wrapping your legs around me. I secured you by grabbing your tight butt and guiding your hole to my long thick cock. You pulled my beard and mustache to your patchy-haired face. Your tongue taunted my lips then your lips slurped my tongue in your mouth. You grabbed my back hair, indicating that I needed to lower us to the ground. While still carrying you, I squatted, then lied all the way down with you still impaled on me. You bent yourself backwards, desiring my cut quads and calves, while I stabilized your legs on my upper pecs and anterior delts. This was was the last position Jessie and I did. Your tight twink ass hole vacuumed my girthy shaft. I came so hard it was as if a part of my essence was sucked into you.

 “We made a great sex tape,” you laughed, pointing at the security camera.

Fuck, I forgot about those but no one really reviews them unless an issue comes up. I wasn’t too worried about it in my post-orgasm daze.

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The next afternoon, Jessie got back to me with the results. It was a false pregnancy. She was devastated to also find out she could no longer have kids again.

I charged to the psychiatric hospital with my muscles pumped in fury. I stormed into your dorm, not even waiting for the interior door to close, to confront you. I was about to strike you when your pupils dilated you entire eyes black and blood spilled from your mouth, nose, eyes and ears. You reached out at me and I was blasted into the anteroom. While you were walloping my muscular prone body with a rain of invisible punches, a plague of spiders burrowed through the weathered foundation of the insane asylum. The patient doors crumbled and the three other patients joined us. 

Bart, Mary and Santa explored the anteroom while you reappropriated my stun gun. You unzipped my fly, exposing my balls from the pleather trousers. You unleashed each node to their own testicle. You were delighted by every muscle in my body tensing to their limit. 

My overworked muscles failed to resist Santa manacling my arms and legs with ApolloBiotech patient restraints to bolts on the floor. Without a plated vest to protect me, Bart plunged any syringe he could find up and down my pecs and abs. Mary wrapped medical gauze around my throat, weaving the tail ends into a leash. 

Santa took a seat on my face and unbuckled my holster. Mary straddled my crotch, tearing off my second issued shirt. Bart doused my body with medical oil, matting my torso fur and highlighting my muscular definition. 

Santa’s fat thighs were crushing my big biceps while his chubby hands explored my torso like it was the control panel of his cockpit. My sensitive areolas must have translated to important jet buttons in his mind. The little air that I was able to take in with Santa’s jiggly ass on my face was further constrained by Mary’s grip on the gauze collar and leash. Mary’s sensuous worship of my abs, Santa’s dissociated pleasuring of my erogenous nipples, and the lack of blood to my brain redirected all the blood to my sexual extremity. 

Santa removed his sweatpants and resat on my face. He pulled on my nipples until I started to lick his asshole. When he enjoyed my tongue bath, he rewarded me by rubbing my nips. Mary took off her sweatpants and planted her tight pussy on my engorged cock, lubricated by the medical oil.

Bart extended my leg restraints and lifted my pleather covered legs up in the air so you had access to my rock hard bubble butt. You unzipped my ass fly and took off your patient sweatpants. You inflated your phalloplasty cock and spider crawled under my legs. 

When you plunged yourself into my hole between two pleathered covered ass globes, Bart brought his heel down on to my balls against Mary’s back. Whatever cocktail of drugs I was dosed with combined with all the sensations the four psychopaths were acting upon me ascended me to painful nirvana. My face was flushed due to lack of air. My face was also flushed due to my nipples being worked by an insane incubus, my cock slurped by an insane succubus’ pussy, my p-spot being hammered by an insane demon’s dildo and my balls being crushed with vengeful aggression by an insane incubus. 

“This host,” you started. “…thinks he is the demon pope born again. So foolish of him. But you know who I truly am. Who am I?” 

In terrible harmony, your cock hit my prostate so perfectly, I released a vigorous load into the red-haired witch mercilessly riding my thick cock and I knew who you were. The knowledge of your name was instantly telegraphed into my mind, “Zepar, the Great Duke of Hell,” I spewed my seed.

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Epilogue

From a selectively-crowded opulent ballroom beneath the Transamerica pyramid, a man in an expensive topical fancy dress wear and a man in a less expensive generic Halloween costume are watching a livefeed of a mental hospital where a ripped masculine bodybuilder security guard was combating four psychopaths in sexual battle. The security guard lost.

“The Black Book thanks your for your service,” the unnaturally youthful man says to a shorter rounder man. “You found a truly delicious muscular sacrifice for Zepar and his acolytes.”

“It all still boggles my mind.” the shorter man says.

“Think of it like an operatic tragedy,” the wealthy man narrates. “Zepar has the ability to change the form of a man to make a woman fall in love with him. He also has the power to make that woman barren. Zepar stole the baby for his concubine. A demon prince conceived on All Hallows’ Eve.” The wealthy man’s phone rings. “Please excuse me while I take this,” he dismissed himself from the short man lusting at the scene before him.

“You’ve taken care of all your roommate’s belongings?” The unnaturally youthful man asks to his administrative assistant. “Lovely, as agreed to, you will be rewarded with access to the hunky husk that will now be known as Patient 5. Have fun enjoying him too.”

“Shouldn’t we be worried about the hell-on-earth end-of-the-world of it all?” The short man asked the returning wealthy man.

“The demons we summon serve us. Zepar will repay you for this sacrifice. Don’t you want a successful valuation of round B funding for your hypnotech hardware startup?”

“Yes, indeed I do,” the short man agreed meekly.

“Wonderful, now let’s continue enjoying tonight’s entertainment. The other two acolytes get their chance to feed on the muscled sacrifice’s vitality.

Nick, or at least he was going to be Nick on this gig, walked this way and that way four times across the width of the apartment house street front and still couldn’t see how to get into the damn building. With an irritated sigh, he took out his cellphone and made a call. The guy on the other end of the call laughed, said it was a common problem, and said he’d be down in a couple of minutes to escort Nick up to the party apartment. When the guy appeared, Nick about lost his cool. He was a cop. He had appeared from the alley next to the building.

He wasn’t really a cop, he quickly said when he saw the expression on Nick’s face. He laughed again. “I guess a cop is the last thing a gay rent-boy wants to encounter on the night you’re doin’ a party and the party is doin’ you,” he said. “I’m not really a cop. This is Josh’s birthday party you were engaged for, but it’s also Halloween, so me and the guys decided to do it as a costume party. We have a costume for you to wear too. My name’s Ted. And I’m not surprised you couldn’t find the entrance to the building. It’s around the side. Follow me. Shit, you’re a good-looking dude. Slim hips, though. Hope you can manage the guys. How many times did we sign up for? I’d like a crack at you myself.”

“Let’s get something straight before we go to this apartment,” Nick said. “I’m not gay. I do gay for pay, but you get only what you contract for. Tonight I’m good for some sexy dancing, and it’s all just for the birthday boy. Others can watch, but they can’t touch. If they touch, I walk out and no refunds. I don’t do drugs and if they get into heavy use in the room, I’m gone. A lap dance for him, and I’ll blow him or he can blow me. And one fuck, top or bottom, his choice. But I’m not gay nor will I put out otherwise at a gay party. I’m just gay for pay and I don’t act like I enjoy it. This was all explained to whoever made the contract.”

“That’s all? No other blowjobs? Even for pay? Just the birthday boy?”

“Not for what’s being paid. It’s a third up front, a third after the sex, and a third before I leave, a credit card in this machine, and don’t try any fake card crap. We know where you live. And no messing outside the deal with me or I take a hike and they charge the card double. You complain to the credit card company, and we tell them what the service was for. We got an understanding on that? Why in the hell is the entrance off an alley? Isn’t this what they say is the gayest apartment house in the city?”

“Do we have to pay for the attitude too?” Ted asked.

“Sorry,” Nick answered. “It was frustrating trying to get into this building.”

“Yeah, well, it can be as frustrating to get out of too,” Ted said. “Once you’re inside it’s interesting, though.”

Interesting?

They had made it around to the side and entered a hallway, taking several turns before reaching an atrium with an open circular staircase going up to the top of the building.

Ted laughed. “I knew I’d have to come down to get you. You couldn’t find it even if you found out how to get into the building. It’s on the sixth floor. The building originally opened on the next street over, but this was considered a better street address even though there was no entrance on this side. There isn’t any entrance on the other side anymore either.”

“Weird,” Nick said as they started up the stairs.

“Weird and queer,” Ted said. “Yes, this is the gayest apartment house in the city. Nearly everyone’s gay—except for the original tenants who won’t leave. And the building was built in the 1920s, so the original tenants have gotten pretty moldy. The guy to watch out for is Simon, though. You see him in the hallway, run for cover.”

“Simon?”

“Yeah, they say he’s a vampire and has a torture chamber in the basement, but no one is sure because no one’s gone down there with him and come back alive.”

“Terrific,” Nick said.

“Well, we’re doin’ Halloween here tonight—not just Josh’s birthday.”

“You said this is on the sixth floor?” Nick said, as they started to climb stairs. “Isn’t there an elevator? They had those in the twenties.”

“Yes, there’s an elevator. No one has risked it in years, though. And, yes, the sixth level is the classy floor—as floors here could be called classy. It gets less desirable—fewer desirable guys—as you descend floors. The descending guys go down on the upper-story guys, you might say.” Ted chuckled. Nick didn’t

“The place goes down in class until you get to Simon’s torture chamber in the basement, I suppose.”

“You got that right. Say, you really are a dreamboat. How much to you charge separate from the contract for a blowjob?”

“I told you, I’m not really gay. I don’t like doing stuff outside what I was told was in the contract.”

“Yes, fine, but now much for a blowjob outside of the contract?”

“Seventy-five,” Nick said. “If off the books. The agency would charge a hundred.”

“Good to know. Here we are, Apartment 69. You can hear the party, but the partying’s gonna go up several notches when you get in there. The apartments don’t go up that high in numbers on the floors, but Josh paid extra to get 69.”

Nick didn’t bother to laugh. He was gathering himself for the job to come.

Ted opened the door to a small living room overrun with men in costume—or wearing nearly nothing—and an atmosphere heavy with false conviviality and pot smoke. There had to be a dozen in the room, but they weren’t holding still, so it would be impossible to count—and a few were fused together to make it equally hard to count how many were in the bundle. The music was going and they all were yapping, but they immediately stopped and looked at the doorway where Ted and Nick were standing. A sigh went across the room. Nick obviously was welcome, and the party, focused on him, was about to start in earnest. Nick clearly was the best thing to happen to this party.

Nick was walked to a couch where an older guy, seeming costumed as a sultan, was sitting. He was wearing a silk robe and turban and obviously nothing else. The robe was slitted in front, showing his naked body from neck to dick. He wasn’t in bad condition for his advanced age. He was a little overweight and well past his due date on looks, but he wasn’t as bad as Nick had steeled himself to find. He was getting personalized attention from a young, effeminate male sitting on either side of him, both in makeup and cotton frocks. One was fisting the man’s cock and the other sucking the bulb of the cock with lip-sticked lips when Ted and Nick entered, but they stopped and sat back, giving Nick a very interested look, when he was guided into the sultan’s presence.

“The birthday boy, Josh,” Ted said, introducing Nick to the pseudo sultan. “This is his birthday, or so he’s been telling us for weeks. You’re his present from the rest of us.”

Nick looked around the room. All eyes were on him. Those present seemed to be split into three categories: a few older guys Josh’s age, a few bruiser types in their late twenties or early thirties, and then a bevy of very young twinks and transvestites. Ted made a quick introduction but only naming the older guys and bruisers—the others weren’t given any regard, but they didn’t show any resentment. They were drinking someone else’s booze and inhaling someone else’s pills. Some of them had found their way into the apartment house at some point and hadn’t yet found a way out. With luck, they’d all be laid really well while they were here and wouldn’t get a bill for the booze and pills. For a few of them, it was a roof over their head for a night when they’d had no idea there would be one.

The more desirable of the lot from first assessment were Mike, a bodybuilder bruiser dressed as a cowboy, but the best-looking of the lot; Clayton, an older guy cross-dressed as a clairvoyant; Drake, an older but in-shape guy playing fireman; and Ivan, a glowering bruiser dressed as one of Mussolini’s storm troopers.

“Come back into the bedroom,” Ted told Nick after cursory introductions were made. “We got a costume for you.”

A thin guy dressed as a maid waltzed by offering a bowl of pills around. “Maybe just one,” Nick said and took one. He hoped it would loosen him up, and within minutes, it did. The party wasn’t looking half bad now.

Nick was going to be dancing at the party as an ancient Egyptian prince. There was a short, white linen skirt, a gold Egyptian head covering that fell down over his shoulders in shiny folds, sandals with gold lacings winding up to just below his knees, and an elaborate gem-encrusted yoke necklace on his bare chest. He actually looked terrific in it.

When he was dressed, he turned to look at Ted, who was looking at him expectantly and holding out a wad of cash. He also had his fly open and his cock out, wrapped in Ted’s other hand.

“What?” Nick said.

“You said seventy-five. I have eighty here. You can keep it all.”

“For the love of Christ, you want me to go down on you before we go to the party?” Nick asked. “I told you I was only queer for cash.”

“And here’s the cash. Going down is why you’re here. Before you get it on with Josh and dance for the guys out there would be a good time, yes. This would be off the books. You’re a real stud. I thought that . . .” He extended the hand and opened it to reveal a pink pill on top of the cash. “Just for the mood,” he said.

“Fuck,” Nick said. But he took and swallowed the pill. He went down on his knees in front of Ted. He took the erection in his hand and slid his lips down its sides. He simultaneously closed his other hand around the wad of cash in Ted’s hand.

Ted cupped Nick’s head in his hands, swayed his hips and murmured, “Oh, baby, baby, baby, you have a soft mouth. I knew you’d know how to do this good.”

* * * *

“What took you so long? Screw him yourself in there, did you . . . hubba twins, you’re one gorgeous Egyptian.” Josh said this as he lifted his head from taking a few lines of coke from a sheet of paper on the coffee table in front of him. Ted could see Josh wouldn’t be with them for very much longer, so he rushed the agenda.

“Whatcha want to do with the hooker, Josh? This is your party.”

“Turn up the music. Have him dance for us—and then me. Strip. Have him strip even though he’s mainly there already.”

The little guy dressed as a maid went by again and Nick took another pill. Everything was turning mellow and happy.

The music went up, a couple of the guys pulled the coffee table away, and they all gave Nick room to dance for them. He went into a sensuous routine that went with the music and was choreographed from a routine he did every other night in a gay strip club. It was a good, sexy, slow dance, and soon the great-looking bruiser named Mike was showing he knew some sexy hip-swaying dance movements himself.

There wasn’t much to strip other than the G-string Nick had on under the Egyptian skirt. When he’d started taking the skirt off, Josh had objected, saying he should keep that on and tease them with butt and cock shots. He made a real show of slipping that off his legs and flipping the skirt up to show he was bare underneath and had a very nice start on an erection. The guys loved it and clapped and wolf whistled their approval.

Mike got behind Nick, close, and they danced as one. Mike’s cowboy outfit included chaps and bikini briefs, cowboy boots, a cowboy hat, and a neck scarf—and nothing else. The two were quite the dance couple, and Josh was watching them intently, his eyes slitted, nearly blowing bubbles, fisting and stroking his own cock. The two twinks on either side of him were touching and kissing him.

The two real bruisers in the room were focusing on Nick. Mike had gotten an early start by joining him in the dance, but the thuggish-looking Ivan, decked out as a storm trooper, had stood in one place, in the shadows, from the time Nick had come back in the room and was giving the rent boy an intense “if I can just get you alone” stare down.

“Stop dancing for Mike before he fucks you right there and come give me a lap dance,” Josh said, his voice slurred.

Ted came up to Nick and whispered, “Whatever you have to do to get paid, I suggest you do it soon. When Josh checks out, he don’t give much notice. If he don’t get sex, we don’t give the full fee.”

Nick went to Josh, straddled his thighs, fisted his cock, and went into a lap dance. Josh ran his hand up under the hem of Nick’s skirt, wrapped his hand around the one Nick was gripping his cock with, and slow stroked him.

“Fuck me,” Josh murmured after a while. Nick had already moved his other hand under Josh’s tailbone and had a finger up his ass, opening him up, so, when Ted handed him a condom packet and a tube of lube, it wasn’t that long before he had Josh’s knees hooked on his hips and he was nestled into the man’s crotch, opening up the passage with his shaft. He’d flipped the front of the skirt up and made Josh crown his cock with the condom, with the other guys gathered round to take in the ceremony. As a teasing maneuver that was a real win in the room.

Josh had zoned out while Nick was fucking him, but Nick took it to his own release, which the contract specified that he do to get paid. With the help of the pills and with putting his eyes on Mike and pretending it was him, he didn’t find that too hard to do. Ted had Nick’s carding machine and paid him the first two of three installments. Everyone else in the room was either making a move on someone else or was already fucking him.

Someone in the room called out, “Let’s gangbang the Egyptian,” and Nick’s face showed a bit of concern for a moment.

But then, someone else cried out, “Shit! We’re outta beer.”

Mike appeared, saying, “I got a few more cases on ice in my apartment. If someone will help me carry it back, I’ll get it. You, Nick. Why dontcha come with me? Josh is out for the count now. Your work there is done.” He came in closer and said, “This might be the best time to escape.”

Nick gave him a grateful look and turned his eyes on Ted, the guy who seemed to be in charge since Josh was out of it. Ted just shrugged. Nick looked at Ivan, the only other guy in the room focused on the question. The storm trooper just drilled Nick with his eyes, signaling how he’d really like to drill him. Was he the guy who had suggested a gang bang, Nick wondered. Then he looked at Mike again, who was looking like a god in Nick’s pill-induced dreaminess.

“Sure, why not?” Nick said.

“I’m two flights down. The hallways here are confusing, a regular maze. You’ll have to keep close to me,” Mike said, as he went to the door.

“And keep an eye out for Simon,” Ted added. “It’s Halloween. Rumor has it he’s coming as a vampire and that somebody in the building will be drained of blood tonight.”

Nice, Nick thought as he followed Mike into the corridor and would have turned the wrong way, if Mike hadn’t put a hand on his arm to turn him. The hand on Nick’s arm made him shudder with arousal.

* * * *

Mike was right about the narrow hallways of the building being a labyrinth. The corridors twisted and turned, without them coming to the circular staircase Ted had used to bring them up to Josh’s sixth-floor apartment. Eventually, they came upon a narrow set of darkened stairs that descended, but only for one floor.

“Going down,” Mike called out as he plunged into the darkness. There was more twisting and turning in the halls on the floor below until they came to another staircase descending a single floor. “Going down again,” Mike said. “And here we are. Fourth floor. My apartment.”

It was while Mike was standing in the open doorway and letting Nick pass him that Nick noticed that Mike was carrying the clothes Nick had worn to the apartment house. Mike noticed that Nick saw them and said, “In case you don’t want to return to Josh’s party. I recommend that you not. The party was going to shit anyway. Here, you’ll like this one.” He offered a blue pill to Nick. Nick took it. He liked it because it increased his arousal vibe for Mike, not that they’d do anything about it. Mike wasn’t in the contract.

“I had one more payment that needed to be made,” he whined. Keep it all about being paid for it, he kept running in his mind.

“It’s been paid,” Mike said, holding up Nick’s card-charging device.

“You paid off my time?” Nick asked. “I suppose that means you want to lay me before we go back to the party.” Nick, in fact, was letting what he himself was thinking escape his mouth.

“If I lay you, you won’t want to go back to the party,” Mike said and laughed. “No, I don’t pay for sex. I used Josh’s card on it before we left, while you were kissing the guys off.”

“And I don’t give sex without being paid,” Nick said. “I’m not really gay. I’m purely gay for pay.”

“It looked like you were gay enough when you were fucking Josh,” Mike said. “You got it up while you gave him his lap dance. But we’ll see what you might do and whether you’re gay or not. I think you may be denying it too hard. Come on in. Get comfortable.”

Nick entered the apartment. It was neater than Josh’s place. Of course, it helped that there weren’t a dozen drunk and drugged-up guys wallowing in it. The furniture in the living room looked comfortable. The lights were set on romantic, and Mike clicked a remote and there was soft guitar music in the background. Nick walked around the small apartment, assessing it, looking at the sofa beckoning to him—to them. He shook his head. He didn’t come here for this. Be all business now, he admonished himself. He looked over at Mike, seeing him through a pill-induced haze. God, he’s a stud, Nick thought.

“Maybe we should grab the beer and get back upstairs,” he said. But Mike was stripping his bikini briefs off under the cowboy chaps, which he left on. Nick couldn’t help but gasp how hung the man was. This, plus the muscularity of the man’s torso, with him just wearing a kerchief around his neck had Nick going hard. He hoped Mike didn’t notice the tenting of the skirt of Nick’s Egyptian costume. But of course Mike noticed.

“I don’t have enough beer to be wasting any on the queens upstairs,” Mike said. “Let’s you and me have a little party right here. You want me to fuck you. Go over on the sofa and I’ll bring you a beer. Take that silly skirt off and get naked for me.”

“You’re sort of an arrogant bastard, aren’t you?” Nick said.

“Got me in one,” Mike responded. “That doesn’t mean you don’t want me to fuck you. I could tell that when we were dancing together up at Josh’s.”

“You willing to pay?” Nick asked. “I’m strictly gay for pay.” He named his rate.

“I told you I don’t pay for it, and I know you want this.” He was holding his shaft in his hand which was engorging nicely. “I also think you like being told what to do. Like I said, go over to the sofa, strip, and lay down for me. Open your legs and take my cock.”

It was a commanding growl, and it did, indeed, arouse and motivate Nick. Nick stripped off the skirt, and, while Mike pulled two cans of beer out of the refrigerator in the kitchen separated from the living area by a counter, Nick lay down on his back on the sofa.

“Just for a minute maybe. I’m tired,” he said.

Bringing the beers back, Mike said, “I told you to spread your legs. And lift your tail. I want to see your hole.” With a low moan, Nick complied. Mike laughed. “You’re a slack-hole whore and hard for it. Don’t tell me you aren’t gay. Touch yourself.” Nick touched his hardening cock and then moved down to touch his hole.

“Spread yourself with your fingers. Show me you can take my shaft.” Nick did so, trembling. No john had used him verbally like this before.

“Fuck yourself with your fingers. Yes, nice.”

Nick moaned as he rocked on two buried fingers. This was the pills making him give in like this, he told himself. But that wasn’t all of it. Mike was a sexy god. Nick wanted his cock.

Mike put the two cans of beer down on a coffee table. He reached down and rubbed a finger back and forth over Nick’s entrance, winning a shudder from the young man. He thumped the hole with his finger and Nick jerked and gasped. Nick grabbed Mike’s wrist.

“You want me to put it in, don’t you? You’re holding me to you, not trying to push me away. You want me to finger you and then you want me to fuck you. You’re not just a gay boy,” he said, “you’re a slut for it.” Nick gasped and jerked again, as Mike penetrated with the finger between the two Nick was spreading himself with. Nick groaned and rocked on the finger as Mike went deep. Mike touched the prostate and Nick’s cock stood up at attention. Mike ran two fingers of the other hand up the sides of the shaft and Nick shuddered and groaned.

“A real slut for it,” Mike murmured. Pulling the finger out, he came onto the sofa with his knees set down on either side of Nick’s waist.

“Go down on my cock,” he growled, hovering over Nick’s face and pressing the heels of his hands on either side of the rent-boy’s head on the arm of the sofa. He presented his very fine erection, and, grasping the man’s chaps-covered hips between his hands, Nick took the shaft in his mouth—and then in his throat, giving it deep suck.

“Nice. You do it good,” Mike murmured.

He reached over to the coffee table, coming up with a condom packet and a small bottle of lube. In time, he pulled out of Nick’s throat, and, still hovering over the rent-boy, rolled the rubber on his cock and lubed it up. “Put your ankles on my shoulders,” he demanded.

“For you, special. Just a hundred bucks,” Nick murmured.

“Not a chance, gay boy,” Mike said, with a laugh. “Put your ankles on my shoulders, whore. You want me to do you. If I walked away from you now, you’d be frustrated and disappointed. You’re a gay boy just like the rest of us.”

Nick realized that the man was right. He liked that he was being told to do. He wanted to be fucked. Not by just anyone. By Mike.

“Put your ankles on my shoulders,” Mike repeated. “You know how to do this.”

With a sigh, Nick did so. The cock head was positioned at the entrance. Nick gasped and gave a little yelp when Mike thrust up inside him, but he went into heavy breathing, low pants, and whispering, “Yes, yes, be good to me” as Mike set up a steady rhythm of deep thrusts and Nick adjusted to rocking with the fuck. Mike stopped moving his hips, letting Nick do the fucking motion. Nick’s hand moved between their bellies, and he stroked himself off, coming before Mike did.

They lay together, entwined, for a long time afterward, each fully aware of the other cooling down and going flaccid and then, as their hands roamed on the body of the other, each of them started to go hard again. Nick couldn’t do this. He needed to retain some scrap of distance between what he claimed and . . . this.

“I think I need to go,” he said.

“The party’s over by now,” Mike said, “I’ll see that your costume gets back to Josh. You couldn’t find your way there now anyway. And it’s up from here. You are only going down. I’m not done with you yet. I’m taking you back in the bedroom and fucking your lights out.”

“No rough stuff,” Nick said. “I don’t take it rough.”

“But you take it. You’re not straight. It’s not gay for pay. You’re gay.”

“Yes,” Nick said, after a pause. No use asserting that lie with this hunk.

“And you’ll take it rough if I give it to you rough.”

“Yes.”

“In fact, you want it rough.”

Nick didn’t agree with that, but then, he didn’t deny it, either.

“You’ll open your legs for me again for free—no pay. We’ll go back to my bedroom and we’ll fuck again. I’ll fuck you again. I’ll fuck you rough if I want to. Because you want it. Not because you’ll make money from it. You’ll beg me to put it in you. You’ll beg me to take you hard.”

“Yes.” He indeed was going down in the world. It had already been a journey of accepting reality in the descent through the labyrinth of hallways from the sixth to the fourth floors.

Mike laughed. He came off the sofa, reached down, took Nick up in his arms, and carried him into the bedroom.

The full cans of beer remained on top of the coffee table—untouched and getting warmer.

Mike fucked him vigorously, almost brutally in a closely plastered missionary again, Nick clutching the man on top of him, between his legs, nearly sobbing at the working of the hard, thick cock deep inside him, grasping Mike’s buttocks close into him, rubbing the backs of his knees on the rough leather of the chaps covering Mike’s hips as he bucked and bucked against the deep thrusts.

“You are gay,” Mike growled in his ear. “Say it.”

“Yes. Oh god. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

“Say it. Say ‘I am gay.’”

“I am gay.”

“I charge other men hundreds of dollars, but I go down on Mike and I give him my ass for free. Say it or I pull out.”

“I go down on Mike and give it to him for free.”

Mike laughed. He pulled Nick up from the bed and reversed him, Nick bending over the bed, his arms spread and his fists buried in the mattress. Mike mounted and penetrated from behind with a strong upward thrust that caused Nick to cry out. He palmed Nick’s belly with one hand, grasped his throat and arched the rent-boy’s head back into his chest with the other.

And he fucked Nick to his ejaculation in long, deep, brutal strokes.

* * * *

At the door to his apartment, Mike embraced Nick, who was now dressed in his own clothes except that he’d kept the gold Egyptian sandals with the gold strings winding up to under his knees. His own loafers had been lost somewhere and he liked the sandals and the lacings.

“Remember now, you are queer just like the rest of us. You aren’t in it just for the money. You like being fucked, probably rougher than I’ve done it. It’s fine that you can make money out of it, but you aren’t any better than any other guy who craves cock.”

“Yeah, sure,” Nick said. “Which way out of this dump?”

“Are you listening, Nick? Do you understand? You are not above anyone here.”

“Yeah, I heard. Which way? Where are the stairs? We’re on the fourth floor, right?”

“Yes, we’re on the fourth floor. The stairs further down are that way. Make two rights and you’ll see the staircase. Good luck, Nick,” he said, giving the young rent-boy a sad look and closing the door behind him as Nick moved off to the left and took the first right.

He found the staircase, but it only went down one level. He needed to go down four to get out of the building. He started down the corridor, looking for another staircase—hopefully the circular one in the building’s foyer that he’d used to get from the first to the sixth floor. Then he’d only have to try to remember how to get to the building’s alley entrance.

A door opened down the corridor and a man appeared. It was Ivan, the thuggish-looking bruiser who had given Nick the intense stare at the party. He was still in much of his Mussolini stormtrooper costume, with the jodhpur trousers, but he’d lost the brown shirt. He was bare-chested except for a black leather harness. His musculature was body-builder magnificent. He had a riding crop in his hand, which he snapped against the high tops of his black combat boots as Nick walked down the corridor toward him, the only direction in which Nick could go, and gave the man a little smile as he went to pass him.

Ivan reached out, grabbed Nick by the arm, and pulled him into the apartment, closing the door behind him and throwing three bolts. The apartment was dark and Spartan in décor. Otherwise, it was the same layout as Josh’s and Mikes’s apartments had been.

“So, you couldn’t stay away from me. You come to me to have Ivan work you over—to fuck the shit out of you. To dominate and punish you.”

Not really. At least not at a conscious level. Nick had just been trying to get out of the building. “I’m just trying to find out how to get out of the building,” he said. “I’m not looking for anything rough. I don’t do rough.” Well, unless that last fuck of Mike’s could be called rough.

“I think you do rough. I think you want to be punished. I think you want to go down on me.”

Nick reached for the door to leave, but Ivan spun him around, slapped him twice across the face, and pushed Nick to his knees. He had his shaft out quickly and slapped Nick again when Nick tried to refuse the cock in his throat. Ivan slapped him a couple of times on the cheeks with the heavy shaft. With a whimper, Nick settled down and gave the man’s cock head.

Before Ivan came, but when he was in full erection, he pushed Nick off the cock, slapped him again, and, while positioning the young man on the floor right there by the door on his all fours, he stripped Nick of his clothes, all except the golden sandals. Mounting Nick there on the floor, he moved into position, penetrated, and fucked him in a hard, vigorous doggy position, riding him like Nick was a mare and he a breeding stud stallion, cruelly grabbing Nick by the hair and pulling the rent-boy’s head back into his massive chest with one hand. The other hand was busy using the riding crop on Nick’s rump and flanks.

Nick gasped and panted and nearly sobbed, but he also went hard, moving a hand to stroke himself. When he came, splattering cum on the apartment floor, Ivan laughed.

“I knew you wanted it rough. I knew you wanted to be punished.”

Nick hadn’t known that. It was a revelation to him now that he, indeed, zoomed up the scale of arousal at the rough treatment and was walking on the clouds of sexual arousal.

Ivan dismounted and let Nick stand, but only to clip him in the jaw with one fist and bury the other one into the rent-boy’s lower belly, causing him to retch and double over. Ivan pulled him back off the floor by his hair, slung him over his shoulder, and took him into the bedroom.

The bed was a doubled one, with restraints rising from each corner. That’s not where Ivan took Nick, though. There was a wooden Saint Andrew’s cross X-frame against one wall. Nick writhed and bit into a rubber ball gag there as he hung on the frame and Ivan worked him over with a hand whip.

Again a satisfied laugh and an “I knew it” when Nick ejaculated during this treatment as well.

There was no relief on the bed, where Nick was bound, belly down, at all four corners and nearly bit through the ball gag and flopped around as best he could as, before mounting and fucking him from above, Ivan fisted him with a lube-covered glove.

None of this was anything Nick had done before. But he endured it, and even as it was happening, he realized it had him soaring above the clouds in arousal—and that he was worth much more as a rent-boy now, realizing that he could endure and perform for a man this cruel. His rates would go way up. He got hard as a rock from the treatment, so he had to admit that it sexually aroused him.

Ivan relieved Nick of the ball gag while he was still saddled on his ass, fucking him. “What do you think of what you want from men now, gay boy?” he demanded.

“Oh, shit. FUCK! Take me. Use me. Abuse me! I never knew it could be like this!” Nick cried out, having discovering what total sexual possession and use could be.

Ivan laughed and fucked on. “I should give you to Simon,” he whispered in Nick’s ear.

When the door to the apartment opened, Nick was expelled, naked, hit the opposite wall of the corridor, and sank in a heap on the floor. Ivan tossed his clothes on top of him.

“Out? How do I get out of this fucking hell?” Nick whimpered. He pulled his briefs and jeans on, but his back and chest had been whipped almost raw and the shirt would have been too painful to wear. He stuck it into his belt.

“Down is that way,” Ivan said, pointing off in the direction Nick had been walking when Ivan accosted him. “You enjoyed that. I knew you would,” he declared before he back into his apartment, and slammed the door shut.

As humiliated and in pain as he was, Nick could not disagree with that assessment. He trembled with arousal at what Ivan had done to him. It scared the hell out of him that he couldn’t, though.

* * * *

Struggling along, Nick eventually found another staircase. But it only went down one level, to the second floor. He sat down on the bottom step, covered his face with his hands, and worked at calming down so that he wouldn’t be frenzied in trying to find the next staircase.

“Going down?” a voice said, a low, silky-smooth baritone. Nick looked up. The guy was gorgeous, perfectly proportioned, dark and sultry. A Mediterranean Apollo, with silky dark hair, tight beard and mustache, and eyes. He had a great smile. He was dressed in black trousers and a silky black shirt, open nearly down to the navel, showing a curly-black hair pattern of swirling chest hair and a silver medallion hanging from a silver chain.

“Trying to,” Nick said. “Trying to get out of this fucking building.”

“You are wounded. Someone has been whipping you.”

“It was a misunderstanding,” Nick said. He shuddered as the man touch a rivulet of blood coming from one of the welts on Nick’s back. What he didn’t see was that the man took the drops of blood to his mouth and savored them.

“If you’re going down, I can help you,” the man said.

Looking at him again, Nick could see that that man wasn’t young, but he wasn’t old, either. There was some gray shot through his hair, but he was still gorgeous. The advances of age had been very kind to him.

“Here, just over here,” the man said. “These staircases are tricky, but they all go down. You could have taken any of them down.”

He gestured for Nick to stand and come around to the back of the staircase, where a panel opened to reveal that the stairs, indeed, did continue to descend.

“Come I will show you the way down.”

Nick followed the man—down one floor and then another and then another. About the time he thought they should be at the first floor, Nick realized that he’d lost count and that they must actually be lower than that. Another floor and then another and they were facing a steel door, which was open. The walls of the room beyond were cinderblock.

“Here, this way,” the man said, motioning Nick through a solid-steel door. Nick entered the room. He saw that there was another room beyond that. And then his blood froze when he saw the equipment in the other room—sexual torture equipment.

“I didn’t introduce myself,” the man said behind Nick as Nick heard the second metal door being closed and a key turned. “I’m Simon. We are going to have so much fun, you and I.”

Nick turned to see that Simon’s smile had changed. It was more of a sneer. The black eyes were flashing. Prominent were the fangs.

I decided I no longer wanted to be his secret “straight” submissive ass boy any longer! I needed to change the paradigm between us. That night in the parking garage was a tipping point for me! It really  started to make me  rethink about my current hetero relationship with my girlfriend. Honestly speaking, sex with a woman just didn’t excite me as it used to. My sexual urges and what I desired from a lover were falling way short with her. My girlfriend and I seldom had sex anymore. I needed something that she just could never give me.  I felt like I had evolved into a man who thirsted for the feeling taste of a cock. I was addicted to the way it made me shake with excitement!  I found myself spending more and more time locked in the bathroom with my dildo. I would imagine it was his cock pounding me over and over! I would practice sucking and fucking my dildo imagining it was his cock; that beautiful man meat that took me to a whole other level of stimulation. Every time I met my boss, I did my best to resist his seductive words and actions but in the end I always ending up giving into my deepest and darkest desires.I thirsted for that huge man meat!  The sight of his cock somehow unleashed a torrent of deep seated lust that I never imagined existed deep deep inside of me.The feel and the sight of his thick cock inside my mouth, the feel of my asshole being penetrated, the scent of his pubes and his sweat all drove me into a wild frenzy! Truth be told, I loved how I turned into a total slut at the sight of huge cock! 

Later that week ,my boss invited over to his home for drinks. I was so nervous and excited to finally be alone with him outside the office. I wanted to make my hot daddy happy and make him desire me more and more! I wanted to make this evening extra “special”.. As we sat and sipped our drinks in his living room,I stood up, dimmed the lights  and turned up the music. I attached  my phone to a tripod and started videoing us.. This was a date that I wanted both of us to remember! I slowly striped down to my black thong.I then slowly began to rub some massage oil all over my freshly shaved body. My body felt so warm and  glistening wet as I sexily  walked over to him; letting him drink in my naked body!  “Daddy..I’m going to give you a lap dance so no touching!”  I started moving my hips  to the music as I came closer teasing his body with my hands and lips. I straddled him and started nibbling his ear,” I love the way your thick cock turns  me into a little slut ! He moaned as my tongue roamed down his neck making him squirm in his chair. His cock was hard now and rubbing ever so slightly against my waiting ass! I removed his shirt and started playing with his nibbles while rubbing his cock.I loved the power I had over him and the power that he had over me!! “Stand up and take out your cock and show me” I demanded in a stern voice. Silently he unzipped his pants and took out his semi-hard cock. Without touching it, I started to blow on it; the feel of my warm breath started to make his cock grow harder. I then kissed the head with gentle kisses. My teasing was starting to make him off balance with excitement.As I removed his clothes, I could feel his body tensing up as I engulfed his cock into my warm mouth. “Do you like that baby” I cooed softly…His cock felt enormous in my small mouth as I sucked his meat lovingly. The veins of his cock looked like they were ready to burst as it stroked in and out of my hungry mouth. I held his massive meat with two hands as I greedily  sucked and spit on his beautiful cock while finger fucking his moist assholeI.His cum felt like a massive wave as it spilled down my lips. I stood up and kissed him deeply; sharing his manly elixir between us. Sharing his cum while we kissed created a special bond between us! 

He took my hand and gently led me to his bathroom where there was a floor to ceiling mirror. It was such a turn on watching myself and him naked and so intimate together! I could hardy recognize the man that I had become! I loved looking at myself ! Working out at the gym made me more toned and muscular. The narcissistic side of me was coming out more and more. It made me more seductive and sexually confident! Watching the mirror as our hands roamed all over each other’s  naked bodies was such a turn on! I loved caressing his naked body. Feeling his skin against mine was so fucking hot! We hugged and started kissing passionately; our mouths locked together!  The moment  felt so romantic and the beginning of something new between us. I feel like I had finally shedded my past. I was now ready for the future! I wanted him and his cock all to myself! I knew I didn’t want to share him with anyone! We held each other close and kissed with such deep affection and passion that I felt a tear running down my cheek. I have never felt this happy before with anyone.My heart and body were his! I played with his nipples as I began licking and teasing his hardening cock. I loved hearing him moan as I sucked and worshipped his man meat. From the very first moment I saw his cock, I was under its spell. I thought about it 24/7..And now…it was mine to do with as I pleased. I stuck my ass into his face 69 style and let him rim my peachy ass as I pleasured his cock. I wanted my hole nice and wet for him! I watched him stick his monster dick slowing into my waiting hole.Like an X rated video,I just watched him  in the mirror fuck me ; our naked bodies becoming a blur as he pounded me over and over! I could see his meat sliding in and out of my ass. “Fuck me more lover” I purred.I was crazy with desire as his cock went even deeper. In some strange way, I wished my ex-girlfriend could have been here watching me being fucked. Then she might have begun to understand what hot, intense lovemaking looks like! Our sweaty bodies seemed to merge as we fucked in a machine like rhythm. His cum was insanely hot and abundant as it filled my anal cavity. I pushed him down to his knees and grabbed his head; “lick it baby!” I watched him in the mirror as  he eagerly licked the cum from my ass! It was so disgustingly hot and erotic! I never imagined I would become the guy who  gets off on having a man lick cum out of his asshole! I bent down and kissed him; tasting and savoring his ass cum as our mouths were locked together. The taste of cum was an aphrodisiac…it always made me more excited and dizzy with lust!

It was so new and exciting waking up in the morning with him next to me. It felt like a dream! I loved looking and admiring his toned nakedness. I reached over and kissed him; my hand already around his cock. I put his beautiful man meat into my mouth; sucking and licking and kissing his delicious cock. He moaned and squirmed as his excitement was at the bursting point! He turned me to the side and slid his throbbing hard dick into my waiting hole. Morning sex felt even more exciting and erotic  than I expected! His cock felt even bigger as he pounded my ass ! He flipped me onto my stomach and fucked me from the back just the way I like it. ” Cum daddy” I screamed as his man juice filled my asshole. I reached over and took his wet cock still dripping with hot cum into my mouth. I licked and savored his juices.

I felt his cock already becoming hard again!!

I have never felt this fulfilled before. 

Braden’s perspective

Lunch with Zach’s mom was a cluster. She is such a manipulative bitch, which is odd because I thought she was the perfect mom, but now I know the truth.  Zach’s brother and sister have also moved out and aren’t talking to her because of the way she treats Zach.  He was given an ultimatum to convince his brother and sister to give Lance a chance, or they would all be cut from her estate.  Casey, Zach’s dad, was pissed when he heard this and promised to take care of it and told him not to worry.  I was glad but wished Zach would have told his dad when it first happened two weeks ago, but instead, he waited until yesterday to call him. 

Since the meeting with his mom, Zach has been going to a dark place. At first, I thought he was angry, and I may have slightly enjoyed the hate fucks that he gave me.  Even angry, he knew how to care for me. I was pissed that he was mad, but I enjoyed these sessions 2-3 times daily for the next four days. It was getting tough to walk or sit, for that matter. The man made me see stars and fireworks with minimal effort. After that, the well went dry; he was distant, and the anger was replaced by depression. Luckily, I got him to talk to his dad yesterday. I thought that would help, but today is not any better. Now that we have settled in our place, I’ll try to talk with him. Tonight, at dinner, I will try to get him to open up. 

Later that evening, after dinner, Zach didn’t eat. I snuggled up to him in bed, quietly told him how much I loved him and reminded him that I was always here for him.  I heard soft sobs and gently pulled him over so he was on his back, and I looked at the tears streaming out of his eyes. I went to kiss him, and he turned away.

Braden: “Baby, I know this is hard right now, but remember you are not alone. I am here for you, and we can fix anything.” 

After some coaxing, Zach spoke, “This is so fucked up. All I want is one person who wants me for me, no matter what. I want to matter. I feel so alone.” 

Braden: “Baby, I want you!  I have always wanted you. You matter to me!”.

Zach: “No, you haven’t. We were always just friends. You didn’t even like guys. Julia was the only reason you even tried it that night. You agreed for us to get together because of the pressure.”

Braden: “You are clueless, you know that!  I have wanted to be with you since eighth grade. I never saw any interest from you and was afraid to say anything. Every girl I was with, I pictured you, and that got me through it. For fuck’s sake, I only felt complete when I was hanging with you, and I was wishing I could kiss and touch you.  For fuck’s sake, before you came to my apartment that night, I kissed your dad, imagining that it was you. It helped because you guys look alike, but it wasn’t you, and when your dad stopped it, I knew it wasn’t the…

Zach interrupted: “You did what with my dad? How the fuck could you two have done that?”

Braden: “Baby, I was imagining it was you. His lips were yours. Besides, you said you didn’t care who your parents slept with as long as they were treated respectfully.  The bottom line is I love you and always have. I have never wanted someone the way I want you. Your brother and sister adore you. Your dad would do anything for you. He was madder than you were when you told him about your mom; he is taking on that battle.

Zach stood up, pretty pissed: “Yeah, well, my Grandparents won’t when my mom talks to them and tells them I am a big ol’ Mo. I have always been told that they don’t want gay people running their reputation. As for my dad, he betrayed me. I am out of here. How could you two do that to me? I am unsure when or if I will be back. I need to clear my head and figure shit out. My life is upside down because of you.”

Zach left, and I felt slightly hollow inside. He said he didn’t care who his parents hooked up with, and we didn’t ever hook up. It was a kiss. Granted, it was passionate, but mainly because I genuinely imagined it was Zach. Zach’s kisses are much more intense than Casey’s; there is no comparison.  As I sat there thinking, I began crying. After a while, the sadness turned to rage. He will not leave me for something this stupid! I could be pissed about everyone he had kissed before we were together. He didn’t care when Logan hooked up with his mom. Why am I and his dad different?  If he wants to end this, he is in for a fight. Fuck this, where could he have gone?

 

Zach’s perspective

I drove around and couldn’t quit thinking of the two men most important to me making out.  If Braden loved me, why would he kiss my dad, and why would my dad kiss him back?  This is bullshit.  I hit the steering wheel and continued driving.  I was unsure where I was going but ended up in front of Dad’s place.  It looks like he has company; whoever it was is driving a new Lincoln.  I thought for a minute and decided that Dad must be going for someone older now; maybe I should go in and show him how it feels to have someone you trust kiss someone you care about. I stood at the front door and banged on the door.

Dad opened the door and smiled at me, “Come in. I haven’t seen you since you got your place.  Such a nice surprise. Are you OK, son?” I grunted and walked in. I looked him dead in the eye, “Dad, I am pissed at you, and we need to talk. How could you do this to me?”  Dad responded, “What are you talking about?  What did I do?” “Dad, you know what the fuck you and Braden did to me!” I shouted.  I was interrupted by a familiar voice that came from behind me. “Zachary Michael, that is no way to speak to your father. I know you were raised better than that. I may be old, but I will still take you down a notch or two.” My grandmother (Eva) spoke sternly and calmly. Before I could respond, my grandfather (Les) said, “When she is done, I will give it a go.”  Shit, shit, shit! These were my grandparents, who referred to me as their pride and joy. You can’t be disrespectful in front of them. Why were they at my Dad’s? Shouldn’t they be with my mom? “I am sorry, Grams and Gramps, I didn’t know you were there,” I said, embarrassed but still pissed at my dad. Grams is a hoot; she can fit in at a block party or an elegant affair. Grams, if crossed, would make you regret everything you ever did wrong, and Gramps isn’t any better. They both listen, and if you have good reasoning, they consider that before they react. “Let’s sit in the living room and try to talk calmly,” Dad said. 

I sat across from Dad to make sure he could see the hurt he caused. I will not discuss this in front of Grams and Gramps. I am sure they will hate him when they find out he is gay, and I will be next. 

Gramps: “Is this about your mother? I was getting ready to call her now that I have taken care of business with your dad?”

Zach: “ No, this is all dad.”

Gramps: “Eva, I need to call Becky and get some things straight out. I want to make sure she is aware of the changes we have made. Let’s let them have some time to talk and fix whatever is happening.”

I huffed and said, “If it can be fixed.”

Grams: “It can be fixed, Zach, but you must listen as much as you speak and be willing to find a solution. Go ahead, Les, and call her. I’ll be in the dining room reading my book.”

There’s no point in arguing with that woman, and after they talk to Mom, they won’t care about me anyway. Once they cleared the room and I didn’t hear them anymore, I turned to Dad.

Dad: “What is going on? What did I do? I haven’t seen you since you moved out a few weeks ago.”

Zach: “You made out with my supposed best friend and now boyfriend. How could you do that to me? How could you try and take one of the most important people in my life from me?” My voice was getting loud and emotional.

Dad: “When did I do this to you?”

Zach: “The night our family blew up!”

Dad: “Oh, Braden and I were a little high that night.  The stress got to me and probably Braden after he walked in on me at the bar and saved my ass. He was as upset as I was when we got home and found your mom and Lance in my bed. You weren’t pissed that Lace and your mom hooked up. You were with Julia at that time. None of us knew that you liked men. I stopped it, and it was just a kiss. It didn’t go any further, and it was weird because I think of Braden and one of my kids.”

I stood up, looking down at Dad.

Zach: “You kissed the man I love. You are the one I thought I could trust no matter what, and you kissed the man I have wanted for years. I have no one; Grams and Gramps won’t want me when they find out I  am in love with Braden, and I feel betrayed. I am unsure whether to contact my brother and sister because of my mom’s ultimatum. I am literally all alone!”

Grams came into the room and quietly touched my shoulder. “I couldn’t help but hear. Since I came up in the conversation, I am going to talk now, and you both will sit there and listen”.

I broke down, balling uncontrollably, “Gram’s, please don’t hate me, and please don’t tell Gramps. Mom has already removed me from her life and said I am cut from her inheritance. I want to be loved and matter. I am so sorry, I can’t help it. I tried to resist”.

Grams hugged me as I cried into her shoulder. She calmed me down some. Gram’s told us to sit and not talk until she got back in the room.  I saw her walk to the study, then she returned.  Grams sat next to me and put her hand on my knee. 

Grams: “Zach, I love you! I can’t think of anything you could do or say to make me love you any less. Your Grandfather and I are not liars; when we say you are our pride and joy, that is what we mean. It doesn’t matter who you are, what you are, or how you are. We will always be proud of you and love you.”

My tears were flowing again and would not stop. 

Dad: “I love you and would never intentionally hurt you.”

Grams: ‘Clearing her throat’ I am still speaking, Casey.

Dad immediately shut up.

Grams: As for you, Casey, you have carried a secret for a long time, much like your son, and I am glad we finally found out. I am sorry our daughter treated you this way, and we are damn sad she is treating her child the way she is. Les is dealing with her now. Did you stop it after the kiss? Did you know that Zach had feelings for Braden? 

Dad: “I didn’t know. I thought they were both straight and were friends. Yes, I was slightly flattered that such an attractive guy would want to make me feel better, but that was all it was him trying to make me feel better. I realized after the kiss that things would never be the same, and I said no, and Braden agreed. Braden is a part of my family, and it felt weird. Braden gets a little, shall we say, relaxed when he smokes or drinks, and I am sure I meant nothing to him. Son, I love you more than life itself, and I would never want to hurt you or make your life difficult. I am so sorry that this hurt you this way.”

Grams: “Zachary, as I understand, you are mad because you weren’t honest with your feelings and are mad at Braden and your dad for not reading your mind. I’ll say it’s interesting that you are mad at your dad for kissing your future boyfriend, yet you had no problem kissing your cousin’s girlfriend at Eric’s graduation party. You seemed to think that is OK, but you don’t think your dad and Braden kissing when you weren’t in a relationship is.  You need to own your feelings and forgive yourself for not accepting who you are sooner. Then you will see why you are talking from both sides of your mouth.”

Dad: “Absolutely, son. I am so sorry that I upset you. I promise I think of Braden as one of my kids, not a good time. I am thrilled you two are together, and I will do anything to keep it that way.”

Grams: “Most of what I said can also apply to you, Casey! Stop punishing yourself for who you are and start rebuilding a life. You are worth it! You can have a relationship too.”

Dad looked at me with tears in his eyes; I was sure he would start crying. The doorbell rang, and Dad went to answer it.

Braden came barging in with a determined, pissed-off look on his face. His dark eyes met mine. He didn’t acknowledge Grams and started talking loudly, “Zach, I love you; I have always loved you. If I had any idea you were into guys, I would have come out to you, but I didn’t. I have had feelings for you for a long time, and when your dad was in a bad place that night, I wanted to make him feel better and decided that maybe I would get an idea of what it was like to be with you. That way, I can have a moment to compare my fantasies to an altered reality. We only kissed, and that was it. We didn’t go further because of respect for each other and love for you. I have wanted to be with you for a long time. You will not throw this away because of your insecurities that contradict everything you said was OK with your Mom and Lance. I love you, and you matter to me. You are all I ever wanted or needed!”

Braden turned and looked at Grams.

Braden: “Grams, I respect you so much, and you have treated me like your own, but if you are going to disown your grandson because of who he loves, you are not the person I thought you were. This man is an absolute king, and EVERYONE he spends time with is better because of him. I love him; he makes me feel like no other person ever has. I will always be here for him as long as he will have me. I am sorry if that makes you sick; you can hate me instead. Just don’t hurt him!  Don’t invite me to family dinners, but don’t do that to the man I love. He has been miserable and lower than I have ever seen since having lunch with that woman he calls mom. I will not let one more person hurt him, and I don’t care if it is God himself!”

Grams: “Are you through, young man? First, we don’t care who he loves. Gay, straight, bi, trans, whatever, he is my grandson, and you are right. He does make everything better, and I am very proud of him. Second, unless you have lost your damn mind, I will not be spoken to like that again.”

Braden looked down and was slightly embarrassed. I was awe-struck simply because, besides my dad a couple of times, no one had stood up for me like that. Braden raised his head and looked Grams in the eye.

Braden: “I am so sorry, ma’am; please forgive me. I love your grandson so much it destroys me to see him hurting. I was wrong to be presumptive and disrespect you. But all I have ever heard is that you guys don’t like gay people, and they are an embarrassment to the world.”

I wiped tears, stood up, and grabbed Braden, kissing him. I did not care about anything other than letting my man know he was my world and had always been.

Grams: “Your heart was in the right place, and you were defending my grandson, but let’s not assume my thoughts and feelings. For God’s sake, my brother was gay, and I was very close to him. He passed in the eighties, so you never met him.”

Zach: “I am sorry that I got mad. I was jealous and hurt. I got in my head and was a mess.”

We all looked to the door when Grandpa cleared his throat and said, “Watching this unfold, they remind me of younger versions of us, Eva.”

Grams nodded her head and asked Gramps how it went with Mom. Gramps explained that she wasn’t happy he had changed the inheritance, reducing hers to 10% and giving her children the remainder except for 1.5 million. The 1.5 million has been earmarked for Dad. Mom’s inheritance was contingent on her reuniting with her children, and as long as Lance was in the picture, there would not be a lump sum distribution. Grams chuckled as Gramps continued. The clencher for her was learning that Casey was the new executor of our estate. Grams chuckled and shook her head.

I was shocked and never imagined that Grams and Gramps would support me. I knew my dad loved me, and I have never been in a relationship where someone had zero fucks to give when protecting me. I was the one who did the protecting; this change was nice. The drama sucked, but damn it, I mattered, and it felt good to be me.

I looked at Braden, and I must have had a look in my eyes because his eyes turned dark as we started to say our goodbyes.

Grams: “You don’t need to rush off. We can visit for a while. We don’t get to do that often enough.”

Gramps: “Now Eva, think about when we were their age and had a fight. I am pretty sure they have some ‘making up to do.”

Grams replied with an “Oh,” and I saw her face get really red for the first time. Dad laughed and suggested we meet for Brunch on Sunday, even my brother and sister.  All agreed. Braden asked Dad If I could leave my car at his house and pick it up later.

On the ride home, I leaned over and kissed Braden on the neck. He was so beefy and hot; his olive skin was delicious. I kept kissing and biting his neck while firmly massaging the mound in his pants. “Babe, I am trying to drive, and you are getting me hard. I thought I was going to be punished.” “Baby, you will when we get home. This is a little treat before”, I replied before lowering my head and biting his nipple through his shirt. Braden was asking me to stop but wasn’t pushing me away, so I kept going. I raised my hand off his hardness and slid it up the bottom of that black t-shirt. I fumbled with the button and unzipped to release his beast. “Babe, don’t start none, there won’t be none.”, Braden moaned.  I lowered further and licked that monster python’s head. I was smiling subtly, listening to his moan. I descended on that flesh-covered stone.  I am pretty sure that fucker hit some bumps on purpose, shoving his monster into my throat. I was entirely sure the third time it happened because he used his hand to push me down further, causing me to gag. I came up, leaving his cock slimy, trying to catch my breath, and he was smiling like a cat in a creamery. Two can play this way! I descended on his hard velvety dick while massaging his thick hard thighs. ‘Bump!’ My hand moved to his balls as he pressed my head down, so I did the only natural thing and applied slight pressure to his warm sack. “Ok, OK, I’ll stop. You are so good I have never felt how you make me feel”, Braden whined. I laughed and returned, licking his shaft while teasing him. I licked the head, kissed it a couple of times, and went down and tried swallowing to go down further. The moans of the man willing to take on my grandparents in my defense were the biggest turn-on of my life. The feeling of not having to be the strongest was a new level of comfort. I continued working up and down until he gave me his warm, tangy cream. As I tried to swallow the large load, I heard Braden say, “Oh fuck, fuck, my god, babe, that was fucking amazing.” I smiled, feeling the tightening sticky remnants on my lips, still relishing in the taste left in my mouth. “Babe, will you teach me how to bottom for you, I asked as I was jerked into the door as Braden swerved. I looked straight ahead and didn’t see anything to swerve from, just looking back at the big cheesy smile on his face. He didn’t quit smiling as lights flashed behind us, and he pulled over, rolled down his window, and said, “Good evening, officer.”