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I was kneeling before Sir’s front door , naked with a leather hood over my bald head. The sun was beating down on me. My anxiety was slowly rising. I was wondering if I made a mistake. It was 5:00 pm. I rang the doorbeel with my right hand trembling.

After a few minutes, the door opened to my new world. Sir was standing in his black t-shirt with leather pants and boots. He had a big smile.

” I see you can followed directions like a good boy. Welcome to my home,now your new home. Crawl inside now,boy”

I got on all fours,crawling inside like I was ordered. Sir closed the door behind me as I entered, awaiting his next order. Sir placed a dog collar with a leash around my neck. Sir grabs the leash and tugged the leash to follow him. I followed behind him on all fours.

As I was been led, I noticed a maid cleaning the floor. I was taking in the scenery as I followed Sir. My emotions was running high. I was filled with fear and anticipation. We arrived at his office.

Sir took the collar off from around my neck. Sir ordered me to sit at his desk. Sir removed my leather hood from my head, feeling the cool air hitting my semi bald head. We both took a seat at his black walnut desk.

“Michael, we are going to over a few rules that you must abide or the consequences will be severed.”

“Yes Sir.”

” The first rule is you will addressed myself or any other dominant as Sir or Ma’am.”

“Yes,Sir.”

“The second rule is no fucking the maid. I know you noticed the maid. The maid is off limits. The maid’s duty is to clean and served us. Do you care to hear why,that way you don’t suffer the same fate?”

“Yes,Sir.”

“The maid was in the same predicament that you was in this past week. For the first couple of months, everything was great. The maid paid her rent on time and served Jim and me. Then,one day, I noticed certain items was gone.

I searched the house,but no luck finding the items. I checked the apartment you will be living in during the week. I found a reciept from a pawn shop for selling an item in a drawer.

I called Jim up. He went to the pawn shop. The owner gave the item back as soon as he found the item was stolen. I was mad and devastated.

I waited till he got home. I questioned him. He told me he was casing my house to be clean out. The rent money was from the things he stole. He explained to me that he doesn’t work and he dont care to work. He told me to go fuck myself. He was leaving.

I knew he had no family left. Jim cuffed him and dragged him to the dungeon. I called up one of the members,who happened to be a plastic surgeon. He turned my thief into a female. The only catch was I made the maid keeped her cock to remind her of her punishment. The maid never leaves the house. Do you understand?

“Yes,Sir. I promise not to betry you and your trust. “

“Good. Your rent is 200 a month. You must keep a job or you will suffer the same fate as the maid.”

“Yes,Sir.”

“The third condition is you served Jim and me on your weekend, unless you have a hockey game or plans for family. I won’t get in the way of your family or playing and watching hockey. All I asked is let me know ahead of time. Agreed?”

“Yes,Sir, I agree.”

We shook hands on our agreement like gentlemen used to do business. Sir told me Sunday through Thursday I would be staying in my apartment. I was allowed to wear either my normal clothes or my fetish clothes. When I served him, I am to be wearing fetish clothing.

Sir ordered me to follow him. He led me down another hallway to a wooden door. He opened the door. I followed him down the dark stairwell. The stairwell led to his dungeon.

The dungeon was equipped. There was a oak St.Andrew cross against one wall. There was a x rack against another wall. There was a stock next to the dressing room. There was a jail cell with a small bondage bed inside. In the center of dungeon was a bar that hanged from the ceiling with an eyehook in the cement floor. There was a latex vacbed in one area next to a bondage chair. Sir led me to the dressing room he had in the dungeon.

The dressing room had a long closet with toys and fetish clothes. There was a makeup table. There was a black leather couch for sitting. The other door in the dressing room led to the bathroom.

“Before we get you properly dressed, I want to cleaned you out. You will cleaned yourself out daily after you wake up.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Sir and I walked into the bathroom. The shower was beautiful. The walls were granite tiles. The floor was a smooth non slick material. Sir put on his rain gear as I kneeled by the shower. Sir unlocked my chastity device to wash my cock.

Sir ordered me to step in the shower. He ordered me to kneel in the shower. I felt the cold floor beneath my knees. Sir picked up a can of shaving cream. He sprayed the shaving cream over my head, leaving my face bare. Sir slowly pick up the straight razor, shaving my head strip by strip. I felt the cool air hitting the bald skin as he shaved my head.

After Sir shaved my head bald again, he rinsed me off with the shower head. He ordered me to stand up and bend over at the waist. I obeyed as Sir took the dilator,slowly pushed into my rectum. Sir turned the hot water on. My rectum filled with water, causing my stomach to bloated.

After a minute, Sir ordered me to release the water out of me. I squat and let the water shoot out of me. Sir repeated the process one more time. He was satisfied the second time.

Sir told me to take a quick shower and rinse the shower afterward. Sir stepped out of the bathroom to remove his raingear. Sir lit himself a Marlboro Red, smoked as he waited for me to finish.

I let the hot water streamed down my body. The hot water felt good against my skin. I grabbed the bottle of soap and lather my body up. I rinsed myself off, noticing my body hair fell off. I rinsed the shower area before I turned off the shower. I dried myself off. I felt relaxed but empty in my rectum.

I exit the bathroom. Sir was waiting for me. Sir laid out an leather gimp suit out for me. The boots was even laid out.

“You will be in this suit til we go to the club tomorrow night. I want you to get used to wearing leather and latex. Jim and I talked. You will be pierced tommorrow night in front of everyone.”

“Yes,Sir”

Sir handed me the suit. I slowly stepped into the suit, pulling the leather over my hairless legs. I shivered with pleasure. I noticed my cock and ass was exposed. Sir helped me with the top part of the suit. I slowly put my arms into the sleeves. I felt the leather engulfing my body. The feeling felt good and felt right.

Sir ordered me to ball my fists up. Sir took a leather mitten,pulling the mitten over my right fist. The mitten kept mu right hand into a fist. He repeated the left fist the same way. Sir pulled the straps tight around my wrists.

Sir helped zipped the back of the suit up to my neck, leaving room for my hood. Sir pushed me to my knees. Sir smiled. He pulled out his cock and impaled the hood on his cock through the mouth hole.

“You know what to do,boy”

I opened my mouth as Sir took the leather hood,pulling the hood over my head. I sucked on his cock as Sir pulled the zipper down,causing the leather hood to tighten around my head. He pulled the zipper up on the back of suit to touch the hood zipper. Sir took a small lock and clasped both zippers together. Sir picked up a leather collar as I suck his cock deeper. He moaned in pleasure.

“That is right,boy. Suck your Master’s cock. You are my cockwhore.”

Sir placed the 2 inch leather collar around my neck. He placed the lock through the clasp and locked the collar around my neck. At the same time, Sir shot his seed down my throat. I cleaned Sir’s cock with my tongue.

Sir had me standed up. He placed the boots in front of me. I put on the black socks first. I stepped into each boot, completing the transformation from Michael to leather gimp.

“You look like the slave you was meant to be. I have been waiting all week for your complete transformation. Time for the acceptance of being my slave.”

Sir led me out of the room. He led to the bar in the center of the dungeon. Sir ordered me to raise my arms above my head. He clipped each mitten to the bar,causing my arms to form a y.

Sir kicked my feet apart. He picked up the spreader bar he laid out and strapped the bar between my ankles. Sir chained the bar to the eyehook in the floor.

I felt streched out. I was filling with anticipation. I know what his plan was now.

” Boy, I know you dipped. I prohibit that habit,due to spitting is a nasty reaction. For your tobacco assumption, you will smoke. The way for you to smoke is with a hood on. “

I don’t dip a lot. I would go through a can a week. I don’t have a probelm with smoking, due to a lot of people around me smoke. I replied with a Yes,Sir.

Sir walked in front of me. He placed a Marlboro Red between my lips. He lit the cigarette for me to smoke. I pulled a drag from the cigarette and blow the smoke out of my mouth and nose. The cigarette calmed me down.

As I am smoking, Sir lubes his cock up. He lubes my rectum up. He slowly penterate my rectum with his cock as I moaned in pleasure. Sir slowly start to fuck me as he light a cigarette for himself.

We both are getting into the mood that was set. The smoky air was thick as we both smoke. Sir started to fuck me faster. I moaned for Sir to fuck me deeper and harder. After 2 more cigarettes between us, Sir and I came. He shot his seed into my rectum as I shot into a bowl underneath my cock.

He placed an anal plug in my rectum as he removed his cock. He removed the finished cigarette from my lips as Sir had me drink my own cum out of a bowl. Sir wiped my mouth and kissed me. Sir smiled.

“Boy, great job. I am looking toward more sessions. Time to fit you with a leather cage tonight. “

Sir fasten around my waist a belt with a leather cage for my cock. He adjusted the cage to fit my cock and balls. He pulled the strap tight over my anal plug. I moaned in pleasure in my tired and worn out state.

Sir unclasped me from both bars. I kneel before him. Sir called the maid down with my liquid diet for the night. The drink was a banana strawberry smoothie and a cup of chicken broth. Sir had me drink the chicken broth first out of the cup.

Sir took a straw and placed the straw inside my smoothie. I suck the smoothie down greedily, filling my belly for the night. Sir led me over to the bed inside the cell.

Sir ordered me to laid on the bed. The bed had four posts to secured my cuffs. Sir started with my wrists first. Sir uses cuffs to secure my ankles. I was in a spread eagled position. Sir kissed me on the lips again.

“Since this is your first night in my house, you have a choice. Do you wanted the blindfold and ballgag or the gas mask?

“Sir, I would like the gas mask. It is up to you, Sir.”

“Excellent choice, boy! I will used the gas mask.”

Sir slipped the gp5 gas mask over my leathery head. Sir connected a tube to where the filter screws on. Sir lights a cigar and blow the smoke in the tube. I couch at first, but I enjoyed the smell,breathing in the cigar smoke. After 5 minutes, Sir put out the cigar.

Sir opened the valve on the gas mask for me to breathe clean air I breathed in the cool air. Sir slowly twisted a filter to my gas mask. Sir kissed my forehead.

“Good night,Boy! We have a busy day tomorrow.”

Sir shutted the cage door. Sir turned out the lights. I was in total darkness. All I can hear is the noise in my head. I slowly fell asleep in my bounded position with a big smile.

The next morning, I am woking up as Sir and Jim pulled off my gas mask and unclasped from the bed. Both of my new Masters was dressed in latex hoods. They both was wearing black latex muscle shirt, showing their abs in the tight latex. Their legs was covered in black latex pants and their feet in black combat boots. Their outfit was complete with black latex gloves.

They helped me up off the bed. I was unsteady for a moment. My legs was weak from being strapped down. They led me to the bondage chair. They strapped me into the chair. Jim strapped my wrist as Sir strapped my ankles. Jim gagged me with a cock gag as Sir speaks.

” You did an excellent job last night. We were impressed. Tonight, at the club we are going to pierced you. Don’t worry, we promised to be gentle.

But that is later. We have new business at hand. Jim caught the maid going through your things in the apartment. I told Jim we had an agreement you would settle in on your own. The maid confessed to trying to steal from you. She found your lockbox with your cash saved. She was planning to leave.

We figured this would be a good lesson for you. Don’t betry our trust or this will happened to you.”

Sir moved out of my view to show me that the maid hanging in the middle of the dungeon like I was last night. The maid was naked with a gag in her mouth. Her long blond hair was draped over her face. Jim went over to her and twisted her nipple hard. She screamed in a pain, muffled.

“It is time to break her spirit. “

Sir turned to the maid. Jim wheeled over a silver tray with hair cutting equipment. Sir and Jim light a cigarette a piece. Sir smoked as Jim started to cut the maid’s hair with the scissors. The maid’s beautiful blond locks fell to floor as she was crying.

After 5 minutes, the maid’s hair was short enough to be shaved. Sir took the clipper and shaved her hair as Jim put the maid’s breasts into a clamp to hold both breasts tight. Jim twisted the handle til the breasts are being smashed. The slave screamed into her gag.

“Your insolence behavior won’t be totalled no more. We are making an example of you. “

Sir grabs a can of shaving creme. Sir sprayed all over the head of the maid,including her face. The maid look like a snowman. My cock was getting hard in my leather cage. Sir noticed that and smile.

“Don’t worry,boy. Your attention is coming tonight. Enjoy the show.”

Jim slowly shave the maid’s head with a straight razor. You could hear the scraping of her head. Sir wiped her head cleaned as Jim finished with the shaving her head. The maid was bald. Jim speaked as Sir prepared for the next phase.

“Robert, I think it is time to cut your loss with this maid. I know a warden at a prison who could use a maid. She would be taking care of by the warden and a few convicts. “

” No, Jim. This bitch is mine. Besides, I know I told the boy no fucking the maid, but I think it would be appropriate for our gimp here to fuck her raw. Her hole hasn’t been used in a year with no cocks or plugs. She should be nice and tight. “

” Robert , I liked this idea better. That will show her where she is at in this food chain. “

The maid’s eyes filled with fear. She realized she fucked up this time. She tried to squirm, but no avail. The bonds was too strong for her. I was getting excited over this proposal. I was feeling horny. I wanted to fuck her bad.

Jim and Sir walked over to me. They smiled as I was unstrapped from the chair by them. They noticed my hard cock in my cage.

” Boy, she is all yours this time. Fuck her good. “

Jim removed my gag as Sir clipped a leash to my collar. They led me over to the maid. She was struggling in her bonds to get free. Sir positioned me behind her. Her eyes pleaded with the Masters,but they wouldn’t budge.

“This is your punishment for your insolences. You continue to show disobedience even after you signed the contract to keep you out of jail. Boy,fuck her.”

Sir removed my leather cage, causing my cock get rock hard. Jim put lube on my cock. I slowly started to fuck the maid. Her asshole is tight. I slowly fuck her hole, exoanding with each thrust. Jim removed her gag to hear her begging. Her pleads and screams go on deaf ears.

I finally loosen her up when she started to moan in pleasure. She started screaming to fuck me harder as her eyes rolled back into her head. I started to fuck her harder. She was back her ass on my cock. The masters was watching and smoking as I fuck the maid. Jim even walked to give me a Marlboro. I smoke as I was drilling the maid.

After 20 minutes, we both came. I shot my seed in the maid as her she cock shot into a bowl. Sir ordered me to slowly pulled out as he put a 2 inch plug in the maid’s ass. The maid collasped in her bonds. She mumbled no more, you win.

Sir ordered me to my knees. Jim and Sir removed the bonds from her. They removed the clamp from her breasts. She went to all fours as she started licking their boots.

” Good, you know your place in this house. If I find out that you tried to steal or being disobedience again, I will sell you to my friend in Brazil. You know which friend. “

I can see the concerned look on her face. Jim placed a weird type of collar with a small box around her neck. Jim led her to the dressing room as she crawled behind him.

“You did a wonderful job,boy. She don’t like her ass being fucked, but she needed that lesson. Time for you to paid for your treat.”

Sir pulled his hard cock out of his latex pants. I slowly impaled my mouth on his cock. I slowly suck up and down like a good gimp. Jim walked in. He pulled his cock out of his pants.

” Robert,let put him in the stock, that way we can use both ends.”

Sir pulled his cock out of my mouth. They led me to the stock as I crawled on all fours. They directed my head and my hands into the stock, bending me over for their usage.

Sir reentered my mouth with his cock. I sucked on his cock greedily. Jim lubed his cock up. He removed my plug, slowly penterate my ass with his cock. I moaned in pleasure as I was stuffed at both ends.

They both fucked in rhythm as they both smoked at the same time. I suck Sir’s cock hard as I was backing my ass on Jim’s cock. They was ravaging my holes, getting me worked up again. My cock was getting hard. Jim slided the bowl under my cock. We all shot our cum at the same time.

Jim filled my rectum with his seed as Sir filled my stomach. I shot my cum in the bowl. I collasped in the stick after Jim pulled out. Sir pulled his cock out.

” You did a good job, boy. I can’t wait to have you pierced and tried out your new hardware. “

Jim and Sir released me from the stock. They led me to the dressing area. The maid was finishing getting her new outfit on. Jim picked up a cage and fitted around the maid’s cock. The metal cage covered her cock and balls. Sir ordered the maid to lick all cum out of the bowl. The maid obey as she sucked down the cum in the bowl. Sir ordered her to straightened up the dungeon and continued her duties.

Sir unlocked the collar around my neck,then proceeded to unlock my suit and hood. Jim unzipped my hood to remove my hood. Sir unzipped the suit as Jim removed my mittens. I helped Sir pulled the suit down as I stepped out of the boots. I was naked now.

” You will go take a shower. We are going to get your outfit ready for tonight’s festivities. Make sure you cleaned yoursel out”

I replied with a “Yes,Sir ” as I went into the shower. I turned the hot water on as the hot water trickled out of the showerhead. I let the hot water soaked me, feeling good to my aching muscles. As I was showering, I placed the dilator in my ass. I turned the valve,letting the warm water filled me.

I waited a minute,then released the water from my ass. I feel drained. I repeated the process once more. I felt drained and exhausted. I finished my shower as I rinsed down the shower. I grabbed a towel and dried off.

I exited the bathroom as Sir was setting down. Jim left for the moment. Sir ordered me to kneel on the rug before him.

“We decided to have you wear latex for the first time tonight. You will be our rubber gimp til it is time to for your piercing.”

Jim came back in the room. Sir got up and help Jim gathered the outfit I was wearing. My hands was sweating with anticipation. Jim walked over to me.

” Before we dressed you, let’s get you fed first.”

Jim hand me a glass of pineapple-strawberry smoothie. I drink the smoothie down. The drink had a sweet and sour taste. My face gave my expression away to Jim.

” I put vitamins in your smoothie to keep your strength today. You are going to need it.”

Sir came over to me after I finished my drink. He ordered me to open my mouth. As I opened my mouth, Sir placed a black mouth guard in my mouth.

“Boy, we wanted you muffled for tonight til your initiation as our slave.”

I nodded yes. Jim slowly pull a red latex hood with holes for my nose and eyes over my naked head. I felt the latex engufled my soul as Jim pulled down the zipper, causing the hood to tightened against my head. I felt a stir in my cock. My cock was getting hard.
Sir smiled.

“I see the boy likes latex. Good,boy. I was afraid that the latex would not turn you on. Jim, get the chastity latex short for the boy. I want to see him squirm.”

Jim smiled as he grabbed the red latex chastity shorts. Jim walked as Sir directed me up. Sir held my arms behind my back as Jim pulled up the shorts over my hairless legs. As he pulled the shorts up, I felt the plug invading my rectum. I moaned in pleasure.

I was turned on. My mind was melting into becoming a slave. I finally realized this is what I have been craving. This was domination at its finest.

“Jim, did you put the cock hardening pill in his smoothie?”

Jim smiled and said,” Yes, Robert. I did that, so we can have a horny boy. He looks like enjoying it.”

Jim placed my hard cock in the sheath of the shorts,forcing my hard cock to point outward. Sir smiled. Jim ordered me to pick up my right foot as he pulled the black latex boot over my foot. I could feel the baby powder inside. The powder was to keep my feet dry. He repeated the process with the left foot.

Sir let go of my arms. He pushed me to my knees. Sir placed a metal collar with a o ring in the front around my neck. As Sir placed the pin and lock to secured the collar, Jim fitted a gas mask around my rubbery head. Jim pulled the straps tight, forming a tight seal.

The gas mask had two filter on each side. There was a place for a tube to be connecting in the front. Jim connected the tube as he lit a cigar. He blew into the tube. I smell the smoke coming slowly breathing the smoke in. I cough as the smoke dispel from the filter.

” Jim, it looked like your idea worked. The boy is getting his tobacco fix. Good, we are ready to go. Let’s place an armbinder on him. That way the boy can’t touched himself.”

“Excellent idea,Robert.”

Sir pulled my arms behind me. Jim slowly pulled the black latex armbinder over my arms. My fingers was forced together. Jim and Sir took turns fasten the four straps tight. Sir clipped a chain leash to my collar.

” Our boy look like a proper slave now. Let’s head to the club.”

Sir and Jim led me upstairs. I followed my Masters to the motorcycles outside. One of the harleys had a sidecar. Sir and Jim helped me in the sidecar. They clipped my armbinder to the seat. Jim pulled the safely belt over my chest to keep me in the sidecar. Sir smiled as he placed my helmet on my head.

” It is 5 minutes ride to the club. Enjoy the ride,boy.”

They both go on their bike. We left for the club. I feel the cool air hitting my skin. I was enjoying being bound as Sir was riding.

We arrived at the club. Sir and Jim parked their bike in their spot besides the building. I noticed a lot of cars and bikes. My anxiety was kicking in full gear. I get nervous around people. Sir picked up on my body language as they pulled me out of the side car.

” Don’t worry,boy. We are going to the office first. I will get something to relax you. “

Sir cilpped the leash. He tugged in the leash to follow him. I followed behind my Master as Jim and Sir entered the hallway. We went to the office. Sir sat down at his desk. He ordered me to kneel beside his desk. I kneeled as Jim clapsed the clip from the floor to my armbinder.
Sir made a phone call to the bar about the business for the day. Jim sit on the couch, enjoying a Marlboro red and a beer. I struggled to see how tightly bound I was. I felt the bonds was tight. Sir smack me on the ass.

“Don’t struggled,boy. Let the slave take over.”

Jim walked over to me. He connected the tube again. Jim placed the other end in a bottle. I breathed in the sweet smell. I was slowly feeling relaxed. I was wishing my Masters would fuck me.

“That is right,boy. Breathe in. These poppers will relax you.”

Sir answered the phone as Jim was preparing me. The bartender told Sir that the piercer was here and that he had a visitor. Sir told the bartender to show the visitor in as the piercer was to set up in the club area.

The visitor walked in. I was shocked who it was. My boss was dressed in a leather hat with a leather vest and black leather pants with his boots. I didn’t realized my boss was gay.

“Robert, I have brought my slave to pierced your slave. You don’t have to paid me, I would like to use your slave’s mouth tonight.”

“You are welcome to use his mouth, Daniel. You might be surprised who is underneath the mask when we pierced him.”

“Robert, I can’t wait. See you in the club.”

Sir hooked me my leash as Jim unclasped the clip. I stood up, with the help of Jim, as Sir tugged in my leash. Sir led me through the bar to the club in the back. I felt hands over me. I feel hornier by the minute. My skin was sensitive to touch. Sir smiled.

We walked in the club. The bouncer shut the door behind us. There were about 40 Masters with their slaves in the club. I looked around as the domination of the slaves going on in my vision. I watched as slaves get flogged, bounded to the equipment, or servicing a Master.

Sir led me to the stage. Jim and Sir led me to the two poles like last week. They removed all my clothing off. I was naked before the crowd. My face was turning red. I felt embrassed. I want to hide. Jim and Sir cuffed each of my wrist to the post.

“Boy, have a smoke while we prepared for the piercing.”

Sir placed a Marlboro red between my lips. He lit the cigarette as I took a drag. My nerves was calming down. Sir made a speech as the piercer was setting up.

“Today, the boy is giving complete control to Jim and me. We are going pierced him. Boy, these piercings will mean you are owned by Jim and me alone. You will do what we ordered. “

I looked at my boss as his face told the story. He was shocked one of his best workers was a slave. I am thinking to myself, there goes my promotion.

The piercer pulled my tongue out and slowly use the hollow needle to pierce my tongue. The pain was sharp,then the pain was dull. The piercer placed a barbell piercing in my tongue. I could feel the piercing in my tongue as it clicked against the roof of my mouth.

The piercer got my right nipple hard before he pierced my nipple. He pushed the needle through the nipple as I seered in pain. He put a silver ring through my nipple and clasped the ring. He repeated the left side the same way.

Sir came up on the stage with a small case. The piercer opened the case. It was a frenum chastity device. The piercer prepared my cock for piercing. He sprays a cool,numb agent on my cock to force me limp. Sir looked at me as he speaks.

“Boy, you will wear this as a sign of your devotion to me. Wear it proud. “

Sir slide the device over my cock. The piercer use three piercing barbells through the top of my shaft to hold the device in place. The piercer pierced the head of my cock. He placed a 1 inch solid silver ring in the head of my cock like a Prince Albert piercing.

Sir examined my cock as I was breathing hard. I was in pain,but it felt good as the same time. The piercer gave Sir directions on how to care for my piercings. The crows cheered as Sir announced the piercing was over. I stood before the crowd, naked, pierced and collared.

Jim and Sir uncuffed me from the post. Sir clipped my leash to my collar and led me to the one of the stocks. Jim placed my red latex hood on again. As they secured me in the stocks, Jim placed an O ring gag in my mouth,forcing my mouth open.

Sir walked before me as Jim positioned behind me. Jim lubed his cock up as Sir slowly entered my mouth with his hard cock. I felt his cock slowly dragged in and out over my piercing. Sir moaned in pleasure. I suck harder and deeper as Jim slowly started to penterate me.

I let Sir’s cock slide in and down my throat. I relaxed my gag reflex. Jim was thrusting deep in my ass. I was working myself into frenzy, servicing my Masters. I want to please them as I am being split roasted.

My thoughts were racing through my mind. This felt right. In my mind, this is one of the reasons I am different than “normal” people. I never realized I was bisexual. I accepted i am a born slave,made for this. I started to match the rhythm to my Masters.

Sir and Jim both smiled as my reaction. Both Masters lit up a cigarette and smoked as they ravaged me. I breathed in the smoke as I serviced them. I want a cigarette as they ravaged me.

After 15 minutes,both Masters came in me. I came on the floor. I swallowed Sir’s seed down as Jim filled my rectum up with his seed. I feel used and drained. I felt in a wonderful place. Sir and Jim had two slaves cleaned their cocks as my boss came up to me.

” I didn’t know you was into this,Michael. I was shocked. I talk to your Master about using your mouth at work. He agreed as long as I promoted you and give you two weeks vacation with paid that way your piercings can healed. I agree. Time to earn your promotion,boy.”

My boss unzipped his pants. He pulled his 9 inch hard cock out in front of me. My boss slowly entered my mouth. He started to fuck my mouth. I suck his cock deep in. I want my promotion. I pleasure my boss by using my piercing to lick his shaft. He moaned in pleasure as he grabbed my rubbery head.

My boss continued the assualt on my mouth as Sir allowed the piercer to fuck me. Oh,lord. Here we go again. Use me like a whore was running through my mind.

After 15 mintues, my boss and his slave filled me up with cum. As my boss’s slave pulls out, Sir fitted a 2 inch plug in my rectum to keep the cum in.
I swallowed every drop. My boss was happy.

“Michael, you got the promotion as my night manager of the warehouse. You will come to my office weekly for our ‘meeting’. I will have a leather hood for you to wear.”

Jim and Sir helped me out of the stock. Sir removed the gag. Jim gave me a Marlboro red cigarette to calm my nerves. I took a drag off my cigarette as I felt full and satisfied.

The rest of the night, I served Jim and Sir’s every whim from serving them drinks to servicing other Masters with my mouth. Finally the party was over. Sir and Jim led me to the office. I helped Sir with counting of the money and paperwork.

“Boy, I would like to hear your feelings.”

“Sir, it was like waking the beast inside me. The serving of you and Master Jim awakening my true self. I was meant be to a slave. I crave cocks now. Being in a slave’s mindset felt good”

” I heard you got the promotion,boy. Congratulations. The next two weeks, you ca. .n get settle in your new home. You have plenty of time to serve Jim and I.”

Sir hugged me. Jim hugged me too. Jim handed me a pair of red latex shorts to put on. I pulled the shorts up. Sir handed me a black latex tank top with slave in red lettering to put on. I pulled the top over my head and pulled the top down. The latex was tight against my torso. You could see the rings outline in the top. I feel the warmth and the tightness surrounding me.

I followed Sir and Jim out to the bar area to inspect the cleaniness of the bar. The bartender smile and winked at me.

” It makes you glad you stopped here in the first place. I know you will be a good slave.”

Sir told the bartender good night as we walked out in the darkness. I got in the side car and buckled up as Sir and Jim started their motorcycle to warm up. We all enjoyed a smoke before leaving the club.

We left and arrived at home in 5 minutes. Jim hugged me before he left for home. Sir walked me to my apartment and let me in.

” Welcome home,boy”

The apartment was beautiful. The kitchen area was decorated in blue. The kitchen had a white refrigerator and a yellow stove. There was a microwave on the counter.

The living room had a nice black carpet with a leather couch in the middle of the room. My Tv was taken out of storage and sit on a Tv stand.

My bedroom was to the left of the living room. The bed was queen sized. The beautiful blue wall set off the yellow comforter on the bed. I had a mini bathroom to the right side of the bed.

The bathroom for guests was to the right. I was amazed at my new home. Sir smiled as he can tell I was happy.

I kneeled before Sir and pulled his cock out to service him for the last time tonight. He moaned jn pleasure as I sucked his cock hard.

“Boy, you are throwing yourself in your new role. Suck me dry,boy.”

I sucked his cock deep and hard. Sir came in my mouth after 10 minutes. I swallowed his cum down. He collasped onto the couch. I wiped my mouth.

“I am glad you found your trie self. I am looking forward to what is next. I am going now. I might come over tomorrow night and fucked you in your bed. I might have you dressed as a girl.”

Sir kissed me goodnight as he handed me the key to the apartment. I saw my journal on the table. There was a note to the journal.

“Boy, I have read your journal. I have read the part of you dreaming of being a crossdressing slave. I am willing to indulge any your darkest desires. Let me know. Robert”

I smiled as I walked through my new apartment. I was taken in the memories of this last week. I am glad I have found my true self.

I went to the bedroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. I see a latex slave ready to serve. I noticed the closet is opened. I see there is a vibrating wand laying out the shelf next to my fetish clothes.

I picked up the wand and laid the wand on the bed. I am horny as hell. I went to the kitchen, retrieved a bowl out of the cupboard.

I went back into the room. I noticed a pack of Marlboro Red on the dresser for me. I packed them and pull out a cigarette out. I lit my cigarette as I turned the wand on.

I moaned in pleasure as I watched my slave self pleasuring themself in the mirror. I was getting turned on by the smoke and the vibrating from the vibrator. I let out a primal scream after 10 minutes of pleasure. I shot my cum into the bowl. I lick the bowl clean. I was satisfied and drained. My poor cock was hurting from the piercings.

I went ahead and clean the piercings before I went to bed. I stripped down to my hood and collar. I noticed there was a blindfold and a ball gag harness on the nightstand. Sir is trying to indulge my slave self.

I placed the ball gag between my lips as I fasten the straps around my head. I slowly put the blankets back to entered the bed. I pull the covers over me. I placed the blindfold over my eyes to go sleep. The thoughts of last week danced in my head through my dreams. I am going to like it here, I thought to myself as I fell asleep.

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The author’s note.

I appreciate to whom read my stories. I had a lot of people asking for a new chapter after the first story. I wrote this trilogy. It took me awhile but I hope you enjoyed it. Drop me an email at [email protected] if you like. I appreciate all comments and feedback. Thank you again – Michele Cross

Since my last story, I’ve practically been a prude. That heavy fisting session took its toll. I had to rest my hole. For several days I was just doing the usual, going to work, hitting the gym, flirting in the gym, showing off my cage, but not engaging in any sex.

Jace was texting me everyday. A few days ago he told me to take a pic of my locked dick from under my desk, not to go to the restroom. I told him there were too many people around. He said if I didn’t do it in the next 60 seconds he’d add an extra day for every minute I delayed. I knew he meant it. It was excruciating. I had people all around me. I began to sweat. It was a total of six minutes before I could do it. The pic was a little blurry, he had me do it again, which added another day. So now I’m locked up until November 10th!

I should have known Jace would look for ways to add time to my lock-up. Nothing is ever simple with him. And he took a pic of a pad that he had on his nightstand with the dates listed, Oct 31 and Nov 3 were crossed out and now it read Nov 10. That was Jace’s way of letting me know he is tracking in case I tried to fool him.

Well, now he had me all wound up. I couldn’t even concentrate on my work. I left work early telling my boss I had a bad headache and needed to lie down. She wasn’t too thrilled. The truth was my balls ached from an entire week of sperm just building in them, and I couldn’t cum. And, when I’ve tried to lie about it or hide about busting my nut in the past, Jace always had a way of getting me to tell him about it. He was a master of trickery, and I’d fall for it every time.

So, my plan was not to go home and lie down, or even to shoot off, no. My plan was to hit the adult theatre to see if I could find some dick to suck. Sucking and swallowing is always a good way to release some sexual energy, at least for me.

I drove over there, parked, paid the entry fee and  once my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I walked into the small theatre playing gay porn. I couldn’t tell you how many guys were already back there because I didn’t look. I did notice some cars in the lot, so likely I wasn’t alone.

I had only one goal in mind and that was to suck some cock and swallow the prize. The back of the theatre is quite dark, I found a spot on the back wall and knelt down on the filthy floor. I have no shame. I didn’t want anyone to guess what I was into or looking for. Kneeling on the floor sends a message loud and clear.

I saw some guys walk in and out of the theatre, but then I saw a tall figure standing inside, just a few steps away from me. He was rubbing his crotch. I wanted badly to see what he was rubbing. I didn’t have to wait long. In fact, once he was right in front of me I looked up and recognized him. This was an older Black man I’d sucked off once before in that very theatre several months ago. I recalled his huge cock, and I was thrilled to reacquaint myself with it!

He pulled his cock through his underwear and zipper and it hung like a tree trunk, dangling there in front of my face. I took it in my hand, raised it up to my mouth and covered it with the warmth of my breath. “Mmmmm”, I moaned. Seriously, it was just the medicine I needed. Feeling his hardening cock between my lips was truly delightful. The fumes emanating from his crotch entering my nostrils were effecting me like an aphrodisiac. I opened my mouth wider and when the full 8.5 was down my throat, he put one of his giant hands on the back of my head and started pumping into my face. I was drooling everywhere, my eyes were tearing as he tore up my larynx. The entire time I was leaning into it, never backing away.  When he pulled completely out, I coughed and had to catch my breath. When he pushed his wet dick back into my throat you could clearly hear his cock hitting the back of it. I could feel my neck protrude he was in very deep.

“You want my load, slut?”. I shook my head up and down and attempted to say “yes” with a full mouth.

Then both hands were planted on the back of my head and he began to really take it to me, my chin was scraping against the bottom of his zipper, and then he stopped when his cock inflated and stiffened and a muffled grunt followed as I felt my throat convulse around his fucking dick as it sprayed all that ball juice into my gullet. A direct deposit one might say. It was glorious. When he let his hands up, I began to use my tongue to collect all his cum and swallow every last drop.  

The man quietly zipped his pants up, patted my head and walked away. Interestingly, I was entirely focused on his dick all that time, my own cock had absolutely no reaction. My balls didn’t throb anymore, my soft shaft didn’t even try to become erect. That’s what happens in week two, your dick knows it can’t inflate, so it stops trying.

I barely finished licking my lips from that huge Black cock when another middle aged white guy pushed his hard 6 in front of my face. I didn’t even notice he was jerking his dick off next to me while I sucked the Black guy. I didn’t get a good look at him, I used my mouth like a Hoover and in less than 2 minutes, he shot off in my mouth. It was very pungent, very bleachy, and lots of it. His hairy balls tickled my chin. They weren’t sitting there very long because once he came, he left very quickly.

I walked around the theatre a bit to get the circulation flowing in my legs. I’d been on my knees for a good 30 minutes. It was a bit slow so some slim pickings. There was a White guy in the straight  theatre sitting toward the back stroking his dick. He looked to be in his upper 30’s, dark hair and goatee. His cock looked decent, a thick and hard 7. His eyes connected with mine and he nodded his head.

I took that as an invitation, so I walked over and sat next to him on the sofa. He reached over to grab my crotch but when he felt the metal cage he moved his hand away. Then he whispered in my ear, “that’s hot. How long you been in that thing?” I told him about two weeks. “I have to cum everyday, man. I’d go crazy!”

”You need some help with that? You got a nice dick”, I said. 

“Sure, if you want.”

I then noticed the white gold band on his left hand. Fuck I love married guys! It became my mission to give him the best head he’d ever have. Better than his wife would ever do. Likely he goes there because his wife can’t suck for shit. I leaned over and placed the tip of his cock in my mouth, licking off the precum. It was sweet. Then he reached over and put his hand back on the cage, he grabbed it, and I could feel his cock grow harder in my mouth. He didn’t let go of the cage at all, as I used a good hand and mouth combination he was gripping it tighter and tighter crushing my balls in the process, until he exploded in my mouth. It was like a volcano had erupted, cum flew wildly hitting the roof of my mouth, my tongue, the back of my throat, my teeth! 

After I swallowed all he had to offer he said, “I haven’t been blown in a couple of weeks. Thanks, man!”

This time I left the scene first and went back to the bathroom. I saw in the mirror I had some cum on the hair growth on my chin. I didn’t wipe it off. It was getting late and so I walked out of the theatre and drove home with that splash of drying straight man cum in my beard hair. 

By the time I got home, it had dried. I stroked my chin with my fingers and it felt crusty. I didn’t even wash it off all night. I was treating it like a trophy. Eventually,  I fixed myself dinner, watched some TV and went to bed. 

It was the next morning I finally washed my face off in the shower. I went to work and when Jace texted me before lunch, he  asked for another picture. Only, he wanted me to go somewhere outdoors to take it. He gave me five minutes or he was adding more days. 

I had to run to the elevator of my building, walk briskly outside, and then I headed toward the parking lot. Even though there were probably cameras, I went behind a parked truck, pulled my pants down, snapped the pic and sent it over to him. Phew, a little over three minutes! 

“Well done boy”, he texted. “I’ll have to think of something more challenging tomorrow. Who knows maybe you’ll be locked up until 2024? Lol”

He would find that funny, that Jace could be evil, and that why I like him so much. 

So, the clock has just struck midnight, it’s day 15. There’s a long way to go! 

Yeah, so I’ve been away for awhile? The truth is I found a site that is right up my alley.

I don’t think they will allow me to plug the site, so let’s just say it has an active map and will let you exchange messages with people in your area. I was posting that I am an experienced CockSucker that would service people in this pretty good sized apartment complex. Until one night when I was up late smoking medical weed, watching porn on two Hi Def screens.

I was up on this site and my profile said I loved to Suck Cock and I was partial to Black Men. So I get a message. Your in ******* apts? I could see on the map that it was sent from inside the complex. I was intrigued, as you can imagine, I affirmed and he said what apt? Well, that set off alarm bells but I was Hot to Suck! ( serious Cock Suckers will understand). So I sent back ” I Need to Suck!” I did not have to say it twice. He said are you in ****? I said yes and he said “I fixed your sink” and I knew who it was! A maintenance man! This guy is a 28 year old Black Man and has an 8″ Cock but he is married to a woman. 

It seems that she wants to Fuck twice a week and he is Super Horney! So he finds this app somehow and finds me. So, this time, I am so Hot all caution is cast aside. Come over to **** and I will Suck You Off. He says ” you have to put in an emergency maintenance request” Well I was tempted to text “I need maintenance on my throat” but I knew that would not be cool so I texted that my “drain was stopped” 10 minutes a knock on the door.

There he was the maintenance man F****. right away he is freaking! ” I’ve never done this with a resident” I said ” I’m going to Suck you all the way off and swallow your load” Those were the magic words, he had his Cock out before he got to the chair and it was Rock Hard! I fell to my knees and opened my mouth as wide as I could. He slid into the chair and I slid his Cock into my mouth and down my throat!

Arthur drove through the countryside wondering if he had made a mistake. He looked at the fields, the ranch houses with enormous yards or farmhouses with barns behind them, a few with silos too. He passed through stands of pine, crossed creeks over rough bridges in need of replacing, and more than once found himself slowed to twenty miles per hour stuck behind a tractor with some implement on back.

He passed a sign showing La Verne was four miles away. He was close to the place that he was going to call home, something that seemed so alien to him at the time. It was a small town, with just under three thousand in population, with an elementary school and middle school. The high school was a few miles away in between the towns of La Verne, Lenior, and Williamson where it could serve all of them and the surrounding rural areas.

He was twenty-three, a graduate of college, and about to start his first real job teaching math in middle school. He had hoped for a position in one of the cities, a place he could expect to have a personal life, but things didn’t work out the way he planned. Instead, he was going to La Verne where a rented house with his boxed-up belongings awaited his arrival. It was the start of summer and he had nearly two months to get unpacked and settled in before having to prepare for the start of classes in the fall.

A tractor repair shop, a plant nursery, then a convenience store came into view as he neared town. He had been on the road since early that morning and realized he could use a drink. He slowed, then pulled his Accord into the parking lot, where he eased up to the sidewalk along the front of the small store. There were three other vehicles already parked along the walk, an SUV and two old trucks, and it made him realize how small his car felt parked between them.

He climbed out and just stood for a moment, stretching his arms out to remove the stiffness from his long drive. He looked around at how the store sat on the corner where a dirt road intersected the main highway and behind the store and on the next parcel all he could see to the horizon lined with pine were fields.

“Arthur, what have you done,” he mumbled to himself.

He stepped up on the sidewalk and immediately ran into someone passing by.

“OH, I’m sorry,” he exclaimed, turning to see who he ran into.

A tall lanky guy spun around giving him a goofy smile.

“No problem, we’re good,” the guy replied.

Arthur sized him up. Ball cap pulled low with light brown hair, almost blonde, curling out around it. The bill was curved and pulled down low concealing the eyes, but he saw the full lips, the scraggily beard trying to come in, and the rosy, red cheeks. Then he scanned down, the long neck, the lean body with muscular arms visible from the plaid shirt having the sleeves ripped off. The shirt tail was out concealing the crotch and ass, and below worn faded jeans concealed long legs ending with scuffed and dirty work boots that were the color of wheat straw.

“I…huh…okay,” Arthur uttered, his voice trailing off as he took in the guy.

The guy ambled over to one of the trucks, an old Chevrolet that had the scratched and faded paint of a well-used farm truck. The door slammed shut, the engine started up, and the truck was soon pulling out.

Arthur smiled at how the farm boy was such a temptation. ‘Eye candy’ one of his friends from college liked to call guys that captured their attention, but both knew was out of reach.

He turned and headed in for that drink he so desperately needed. When he came out, he had a drink in one hand and a six-pack of beer in the other. He was going to start unpacking and knew the beer was just the thing to take the edge off the unwanted chore.

 

Leaning against the counter, Arthur took in the small kitchen. Everything was finally in place. The small table with two chairs against the wall at the window overlooking the rear yard, the countertops that were crowded with a microwave oven, coffee maker, and canisters. He looked at the canisters wondering if he should put them inside a cabinet. He pushed off and strolled through the small formal dining room that was empty. He had debated whether to put his desk in the room, in the end deciding on the smallest of the three bedrooms thinking he might get a dining set for the room. Then he wondered if he would need it. In the living room, he looked at the sofa along the front wall with the picture window behind it and to the left, the flat screen television that looked too large for the room and to his right, the armchair that anchored the other end of the room, creating a foyer area behind it at the front door.

The room needed a rug and different lamps on the end tables, but for now he was glad to have everything in place and the boxes stacked on the front porch ready for recycling. He glanced at his watch and saw it was 11:30, explaining why he was hungry. He had been going at it since seven that morning and it was time for lunch. He thought about how the kitchen was finally in order and just could not mess it up yet, so he locked the front door and headed back to the kitchen to get his wallet, cellphone, and keys to go into town for something to eat.

There was a place in the small one block downtown, but it appeared to be struggling, so Arthur headed out to the south side of town, where the by-pass road had a few places catering to passing motorists and the locals.

He cut around the neighborhood west of downtown, circling around to the south side until on the four-lane highway heading southeast. He came to the seafood restaurant, a fried chicken fast-food joint, then the grill he had been told had good burgers.

He parked on the side of the building and went in, finding a booth along the side of the dining area. While waiting, he scrolled through his cellphone at the latest news and posts by friends on social media. His drink, then food was placed before him. While eating, he continued to scroll through one article after the next, all about the current political atmosphere. He felt anxious reading them, so much so he no longer paid attention to the customers coming and going. Not until he heard someone call out to someone.

“Hey, Caleb, come on.”

Arthur looked up and saw two guys standing at the front door holding it open. They were average in height and build, one a bit stockier than the other. One had dark hair and one red hair, and both were obviously farm boys by the way they were dressed. Then he saw the one they were waiting on, the one named Caleb. It was the tall lanky guy he had run into three days prior at the convenience store.

“Okay guys, let’s eat,” said Caleb as he came in by his friends.

Arthur watched the three guys move to a table in the middle of dining room, Caleb on the back side of it facing the front. It forced him to look hard to his left to see the tall frame, but he could see it in profile. The way it was leaned back in the chair and the long legs stretched out to one side of the table.

“It sucks the fish weren’t biting for shit,” said the dark-haired guy.

“The pond is strange. The fish either bite so good you fill up the ice chest in no time, or nothing. Not one bite,” said the red head.

“Maybe we should have gone down to the river,” said Caleb.

“No, for you can’t eat fish out of that nasty water,” said the redhead.

“True.”

“What do you boys want today?” asked the waitress as she came to their table.

“Hey Cheryl,” said the redhead, “how are you?”

Arthur could hear the longing in the question, this desire to make a connection with someone beyond mere friendship. Caleb and the dark-haired guy were smiling for they knew as well how the redhead wanted Cheryl. It was then he decided Caleb really was straight and turned back to his own meal.  

“Can I get you anything else,” asked the waitress when she laid his check on the table.

“No, I’m good. Do I pay you?”

“No, take it to the register and Carl will check you out.”

Arthur climbed to his feet and headed toward the register. As he passed the guys, he saw Caleb look up and give him a questioning stare, then a smile of acknowledgment. It made his heart rate increase to see it, this tease of a recognition. After paying for his meal and slipping his debit card back into his wallet, he turned to his left to be able to scan the dining room and thus the guys one more time. The other two guys were leaning in toward each other talking, but Caleb was sitting back looking his way. He almost waved, for it felt like he should acknowledge their eye contact, but he knew that would be silly, and he turned until facing the door and left the restaurant to return home.

Home.

He thought of the word, had images of what it meant, but the house with his belongings wasn’t yet what he would call home. Classes started in nine weeks, and he wondered if by then it would begin to feel like it. For now, he had most of the summer to get settled. He thought about going to see his parents and remaining friends back in Asheville the next weekend, for the Fourth of July was on the following Tuesday. It was a five-hour drive on a good day but if the traffic was bad, he knew it was nothing to add a half an hour to the trip, maybe more. It was just long enough he didn’t have any desire to make the trip. He knew there was a small celebration in town at the basketball park on the south side. Eliabeth, one of the office administrators from the middle school and the person who helped him find the house to rent told him about it. A farmer whose field bordered the park would fire some fireworks from it after a cookout. They used the courts to set up grills and deep fryers. To stay meant he could rest up after getting the house in order, maybe even drive up to Raleigh for that rug he wanted for the living room. On the fourth, he could check out all those who would be at the park, getting a feel for the people, and maybe even meet some guy who was willing. A pure fantasy, he knew, but a guy could hope.

If he went to Raleigh during the weekend, he could stay overnight and go out to a bar or club, maybe meet someone for a hookup. A superficial one-night stand, but it would push back the sense of loneliness he had been feeling from time to time. The notion he would meet someone nearby seemed unrealistic the more he thought about it.

 

American flags were mounted on the back of trucks and hanging from the temporary stage built to the side of the basketball courts. On the courts, there was an area of gas cookers deep frying hushpuppies, French fries, and chicken. In another area grills smoked with cooking pork and chicken. Some students from the high school band had played earlier and would play again when the fireworks were set off.

Arthur moved through the crowd seeing the questioning stares. He was unknown to most, a stranger in their midst, and they were curious. He had arrived a bit late on purpose, and headed straight toward the line of tables where the food was being laid out. About halfway to the court area, he passed a row of booths, one with darts to pop balloons, the next a ring toss game, and in the last a dunking booth. He did a quick glance at each, then came to a stop at the dunking booth looking at the familiar person sitting in it. It was the farm boy Caleb, and he was taunting the young woman preparing to toss a ball. He was shirtless, revealing a lean muscular body, and Arthur found himself staring at it.

For three throws, the woman missed every time, and Caleb taunted her, trying to get her to buy more tickets and try again. Arthur saw her shake her head ‘no’ as she pulled back to a group of her friends.

“Who will be next?” someone yelled, and Arthur saw it was one of the other guys from the restaurant, the red head. “Come on, don’t be shy. Who can dunk ole Caleb? He deserves it.”

Arthur felt tempted, but worried someone might see how much he wanted Caleb to get wet. Would it be on his face how he desired it? He took a step and bumped into someone. Turning to apologize, he saw it was the third guy from the restaurant, and he was still wet from having been in the booth before Caleb.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. You going to try? We need someone who can throw worth a damn.”

“Nah, I was just going to…”

“Come on, give it a try. Here’s my ticket. I can’t hit that damn thing to save my life. Go on, give it a try.”

“Are you sure,” Arthur replied as he took the ticket being held out.

“We got someone!” the guy yelled out.

“Great, come on up,” the red head replied.

Arthur handed the ticket over and received three balls. He moved to the place just behind a chalk line and looked at Caleb inside the dunking cage. He was dry, so no one had managed to hit the paddle since he got in. He felt nervous, like some teenager with a crush, and his first throw was high and to the right. A deep breath, and he took his next throw. It just missed the paddle, going just below it.

“Come on, one more throw,” the guy in the booth said.

“Nah, he’s going to miss,” Caleb taunted.

Arthur didn’t take as much time, instead he just reared back and threw the ball. It was a fast pitch and the paddle slammed back and Caleb dropped into the water. He watched Caleb come up laughing and pushing his hair back, then wiping his face. When he climbed out, the shorts clung tightly to the round ass, and Arthur had to force himself to turn away. The guy in the booth held out a small stuffed animal, and he sheepishly took it. When he turned, he saw a young girl standing next to her parents and he held it out to her.

“I don’t have children, so you can have it.”

 

Sitting under one of the trees, paper plate in his lap, Arthur ate quietly while watching the interactions of the town’s people. When Caleb went out on the courts to get something to eat, Arthur watched the still shirtless, still very wet farm boy move into line. The shorts hung low on the hips, so fucking low Arthur found himself staring. There was joking around and talking to others in the line as it moved slowly along the tables. When Caleb had his plate in hand, Arthur expected him to go back to the booth where his two friends were still working. Instead, Caleb stood for a second looking around, and when it seemed he was looking at Arthur there was a smile, then the casual stroll coming his way.

“Hey, I’ve seen you around the last couple of weeks but don’t know you. You just moved here.” asked Caleb.

“Yes. I’m a new teacher at the middle school.”

“I heard. I’m Caleb by the way.”

Arthur almost said he knew but caught himself. “I’m Arthur.”

“Can I sit?”

“Sure.”

“Are you settled in?”

“Not yet,” Arthur replied, knowing he was thinking about something other than boxes, for those were unpacked. From the corner of his eye, he saw the bare torso with its smooth skin, a tone darker than his own. He saw the long neck, the line of the jaw with the patchy beard trying to come in, and with a quick glance down, the bulging crotch that spoke of Caleb’s masculine nature.

“Well, I hope you find the area not too boring.”

Arthur chuckled, nodding his head in agreement.

“But let me warn you,” Caleb continued, “I heard a couple of the women scheming to set you up with one of the single women in the area.”

“No?!”

“Yep.”

“I…I hope not.”

“You’re not interested in meeting one of the local women?”

“No.”

“Do you already have a girlfriend?”

Arthur found himself staring across the park while trying to decide how to respond. It was too risky to turn to Caleb for he worried how he would look at him. Would his desire be obvious? But then again was Caleb just talking about girls or was he fishing for some other truth. How would Caleb respond if he admitted to being gay. It seemed such a risky thing to do.

“No, I’m single.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Was it an opening? An opportunity to admit to being gay, and more importantly how he found Caleb attractive. He turned to see Caleb bit into a piece of fish and chew, while cutting eyes over to him and smiling.

 

Arthur strolled back to his car watching Caleb go to his truck. He had not taken the opportunity to confess to Caleb, and he wondered if it had been a missed opportunity. Not saying anything was the safe thing to do, but it left him feeling lonely. He considered what could have happened if he had confessed. He hadn’t started teaching at the middle school and it would be disastrous to have the community turn on him already.

But how he wanted to do otherwise. He watched that tall lanky redneck climb into his truck thinking about what it might be like to mess around with him. To have those long legs intertwined with his own, to have that body rubbing against his body. To feel those lips touching his lips, or trailing down his chest, stomach, then…it was too much to think about.

 

 

August was upon him, just a few days away, and Arthur thought he was more than ready for a new school year to begin. The summer seemed to drag on, one listless day after the next. He had bought a rug, a dining table with four chairs, and had a few photos framed, now hanging on the walls. He began to fall into the routine of mowing grass, cooking regular meals instead of eating out since his nearby options were so limited, and doing the domestic chores of cleaning and laundry.

He sat at his dining table looking out the window wondering if he should go to Raleigh for the weekend. He had gone a couple of weekends ago, but that was just for the day to get the rug and dining furniture. Money was tight, and it seemed an extravagance to splurge for a weekend in Raleigh with the cost of a hotel room, meals at restaurants, and the cost of hitting one bar or club each night. But he was feeling anxious and couped up.

He thought of that place out on 70 just before the restaurant with the good burgers. A place that was once a feed and seed store, the old sign still painted on the side of the building. A small brick building with display windows in the front wall and outback a fenced in area that had been allowed to grow up and become stacked with boxes and junk. At first the name escaped him, then he remembered the image on the hand painted sign: a wagon wheel. The Wagon Wheel.

He didn’t have much hope for the place really providing him with what he wanted, but it would be a diversion and a place to grab a drink. After the last few weeks of not seeing Caleb since the 4th, losing even that tease to his desires, he was ready to venture out, if for no other reason than to sit among other people and listen to them talk.

The sun was low on the western horizon, and it would soon be dark. He could make a sandwich for dinner, then about eight or so, grab a shower, get dressed, and drive out to the bar.

 

Arthur climbed out of his car and headed across the parking lot to the front door. He could hear old seventies rock music playing inside as he neared the door. As he passed a window, he saw his reflection. He wore a black T-shirt and jeans. Simple but not anything that painted him as a local farmer. It seemed important somehow. To be slightly different in dress. A way of setting himself apart from the others.

Maybe it was some conceit on his part, or maybe his old fears of being gay in a place that was still looked upon in a derogatory manner. All he knew for sure; it was a costume to give himself a sense of identity. Charles Arthur Richardson of Asheville, North Carolina, now residing in the small town of La Verne. A teacher, about to start his first job. Single. Gay. Lonely.

He entered the dark interior to find the bar along the right side starting about halfway back along the wall. It was lined with stools, with two men and a woman at the front corner, then about halfway back, three men sitting together. Down the middle of the room were a few tables with mismatched wood chairs around them, all empty, and along the left side a pool table with two guys playing 8 ball. Along the rear wall, he saw a corridor with a restroom sign above it, then another corridor in the middle that led back to an exit door, the red sign bright in the dimly lit corridor. There was another door to the back behind the bar, no doubt leading to storage and an office.

He saw the looks when he came in, everyone turning to check him out, then just as quickly, turning back to their friends and their conversations. He ambled across the room to the bar, taking a stool near the back, separating himself from the three men.

“What can I get you?” asked the bartender.

“Jack and ginger,” Arthur replied.

 

For over an hour Arthur nursed one drink, then another. He scrolled through his phone at the latest news, social media posts, eventually the one for men looking to hook up. He looked up to see a few more people had come in without his noticing, then he saw the front door swing open again, this time two women and a man entering together. They were laughing at something said outside and one of the women playfully punched the guy on the shoulder. Turning on the stool, he saw there were now four guys playing pool, one making commentary to the one lining up a shot.

It seemed so normal. Just a Friday night at a bar that could be located almost anywhere.

The door swung open, and three guys entered. Caleb and his two buddies. One of the guys pointed toward Arthur and Caleb looked up and smiled, giving a nod of recognition. Arthur watched as the three guys crossed the room until standing next to him.

“Hey Arthur, what brings you out?” asked Caleb.

Arthur smiled, shrugging his shoulders. “Just a bit of boredom.”

“Same here. This is Ricky,” said Caleb pointing to his redheaded friend, then motioning to the friend with dark hair, “and this is Frank.”

“Ricky, Frank, I’m Arthur.”

“We know. Caleb told us about you,” said Ricky.

 

Ricky and Frank were playing against two of the guys in a game of 8 Ball, and Caleb and Arthur were still at the bar, Arthur nursing a drink and Caleb a beer.

“Why did you choose La Verne of all places?” asked Caleb.

Arthur watched him take a drink from the bottle, Adam’s apple moving with each swallow, then looked around waiting for his response.

“There was a job opening and La Verne is close to Raleigh, so I assumed it would be an okay place to live.”

“You’ve been here for a while now. You still think it’s okay?”

“I think so, but it has been kind of tough getting settled in.” Arthur wanted to say lonely, not tough, but he worried how that would sound to someone like Caleb who was from La Verne. “What about you? You like it here?”

“For the most part. I mean, it is home, and my friends live here and…I know the area. Know what to expect.”

“If you could live somewhere else, would you?”

“I’ve thought about it, but it would only be to stay with someone, you know, if I was dating someone and it was serious, and their job took them somewhere else, then I’d move. To just go on my own…nah, I don’t think so.”

“Have you started dating someone?”

Caleb laughed, shaking his head. “Back in high school I dated someone for a month or so, but since then, nothing serious.”

“You’re not giving me a lot of hope,” Arthur replied, chuckling with his reply.

They fell silent as they leaned back against the bar watching the pool game progress. Arthur replayed Caleb’s comments, how there was no mention of the sex, just vague references to dating others. He kept glancing over, at times catching Caleb looking back. There were nervous grins or a quick look away.

“Damn,” Frank exclaimed, and they saw Ricky scratched when going for the 8 ball. There was the congratulation of the winners, along with the ribbing about how they lost, then Frank coming to the bar to buy everyone a round of drinks.

“Hey, you two going to play?” Frank asked as he strolled up, waving the bartender over.

“No, you guys can play,” Caleb replied.

Arthur was relieved Caleb didn’t try to get him to play for he knew he could never play at the level of the guys. He had played a bit in college, but not enough to be proficient.

Frank headed back to the pool table, two bottles of beer in each hand. Arthur watched the interaction between the four guys, Frank handing out the beer, then Ricky racking the balls for another game. He tried to focus on the game, but the idea of Caleb right next to him was making him anxious. He wanted to push him, to see if there was any chance something could happen between them. He considered just hitting on him, to come out and ask if there was any interest but sitting in the small bar that seemed so far from any gay bar he had been in, it seemed crazy to think it. Then Caleb’s knee pressed against his knee. He froze, not pulling away nor did he push back. It had to be an accident, nothing intentional. Then it happened again.

 

Arthur unlocked the back door as Caleb climbed out of his truck and came toward him. As he entered the kitchen, Caleb was right behind him. He tossed his keys on the counter and saw Caleb’s keys land next to them. He didn’t say anything, for he feared anything he had to say would only ruin the moment. He headed to the back bedroom, the one he had made his own, and sensed Caleb right behind him. The lamp on the nightstand lit the small room, showing the unmade bed and lack of personal effects making the room look forlorn. When he entered, moving close to the bed, Caleb’s T-shirt landed on the floor. He turned and saw the bare upper body, lean, muscular, and flexing with movement as Caleb undid his jeans, then worked them down and off.

“Come on Arthur, take off your clothes,” Caleb uttered in a low voice. It was playful, mischievous in tone. It sounded so different. Something about it sexual. Arthur began to unbutton his shirt as he watched the jeans get pulled from each leg and casually tossed on the floor. Caleb didn’t hesitate, made no move to make it a tease, for he just took the boxers by the waist and took them off. He stood naked, cock hanging heavy over its sac, and Arthur looked, brazenly, eagerly anticipating being able to touch it.

“You’re taking too long,” said Caleb in a light tone as he moved to Arthur. His fingers worked diligently, quickly, undoing the last couple of buttons, then slipping the shirt from Arthur’s shoulders. He tugged on the button on the jeans, then tugged down on the zipper. He leaned toward Arthur bringing their lips together as he pushed jeans and boxers down until they puddled around the ankles.

When Caleb pulled back, Arthur felt a hand touch him, fingers grazing his elongating cock, and he reached out to touch Caleb, to feel that cock within his own fingers.

“I’ve wanted to mess around with you ever since seeing you at the convenience store. I just knew you were like me,” said Caleb as he eased down before Arthur, helping him get the jeans and boxers free of each leg.

Arthur raised one foot then the other. Then he closed his eyes and stood still, waiting, anticipating Caleb’s next move. Lips touched his cock, then the tongue, and he moaned. When the mouth slipped over his cock he shivered and gasped for breath. The mouth moved on his cock, lips sliding along its length, and he closed his hands into fists and let low grunts escape from his open mouth as he continued to gasp for breath.

He became rock hard, cock ram rod straight sinking into Caleb’s mouth then sliding back out. Then he felt the cool air around his spit wet cock and opened his eyes to see Caleb stand before him. Taller, more muscular, and by his expression, a confidence Arthur wished he possessed. A hand to the back of his neck and just as quickly, lips pressed against his own. He opened to them, felt Caleb’s tongue probe his mouth, then he felt the taller body against his own. Chest against chest, stomach against stomach, and cock rubbing against cock.

When Caleb pulled back, their lips barely separated, there was a breathless whisper.

“Goddamn, I want to fuck you.”

Arthur took Caleb’s hand and led him to the bed, tugging the covers to the foot of it then sitting down and sliding back, leading Caleb to follow him down on it. He lay back, brought his knees up, letting the tall lean body slip between them. He felt the weight of him, the bodily heat, as Caleb moved over him. A hand on one thigh, Caleb brought the leg up, and Arthur felt cock rake over his ass, rub up and down it until he was panting. He reached for the cock, held the thick shaft within his fingers guiding it to his opening.

“Fuck me.”

Caleb shifted, took both legs behind the knees, and folded him in half. With thighs pressed down on his chest, Caleb shifted over him, keeping him pinned to the bed, and put his cock to the tight opening. A push, then another, and Arthur cried out, shuddering with the penetration. He felt the slow push inward, every inch, as Caleb sank into his depths.

“Take me,” Caleb uttered as he pushed deeper and deeper.

Arthur clutched at Caleb’s thighs, fingers digging into the flexing muscle. He shivered and moaned as the fullness of penetration increased until Caleb was pressed against his ass.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Caleb whispered as he ground his hips against Arthur’s upturned ass.

Arthur threw his head back and closed his eyes focusing of the tug outward of thick hard cock through his tight opening. Focused on how he felt every fucking inch slide outward, slowly, gently, and for an impossibly long time. Then there was a push inward, the cock sinking back into his depths until once again Caleb was pressed tight to his ass. Over and over until he was loosened to the penetration, and he opened his eyes and looked up at Caleb.

“Fuck me…fuck me harder.”

Caleb increased his pace, moving faster and faster, until hips smacked against Arthur’s ass, then the bed began to squeak and rock beneath them. His body undulated with his movement, working his hips in that familiar manner, and Arthur felt it, how it moved over him, pushing cock deep into his body.

Caleb fucked until breathing hard, then he slowed, worked cock into Arthur gently, pushing inward all the way and just grinding his hips against the upturned ass.

“Jesus, you feel good,” Caleb uttered next to Arthur’s ear.

Caleb slipped out of Arthur, rolled him to his side as he got behind him. Holding Arthur’s left leg up, he penetrated him again and began to fuck. Arthur took his own cock in hand and stroked in rhythm to Caleb’s fuck, smearing the slick over the head of his cock and down the shaft. He shuddered with the feel of his own ministration and the cock boring into his depths. It was too much, his desire and lust too great, and he laid his head back against Caleb and cried out.

“I’m going to cum,” he exclaimed, then cum rained down on his chest and stomach.

“Goddamn it,” Caleb exclaimed as he shoved into Arthur’s depths then shuddered and jerked with his own release.

 

A finger circled in a pool of cum on Arthur’s stomach as they lay still, each still breathing hard. He tried to comprehend how it had been so easy once Caleb had pressed that knee against his own back in the bar. How there hadn’t been much to be said, just Caleb following him back to his home.

He lay against Caleb, sweaty, hot, satisfied.

“Let’s shower off,” said Arthur, turning his head to look back at Caleb.

Caleb smiled back, nodding his head. Arthur climbed off the bed, held out a hand to help Caleb up, then he led him to the bathroom.

 

The shower quickly steamed up the small bathroom. In the tub, Arthur was turned toward the opposite wall from the shower head, braced on his hands with head down, rocking with Caleb’s fuck.

Arthur felt the hands holding his waist, how the fingers dug into the flesh holding tight. He felt the cock bore into his depths, push inward until hips smacked against his ass. His own cock swung heavily between his thighs, rock hard and drooling with his arousal. The sound of flesh smacking against flesh filled the small room and Arthur began to moan and grunt with it.

Caleb slowed, pushed inward all the way, and lay heavily on Arthur’s back. Lips touched the back of his neck, then moved along the right shoulder. A hand slipped around his waist taking his cock, stroking it slowly, so slowly it was almost painful. Then Caleb began to fuck, slowly, long tugs outward then a slow deliberate push inward, all the way until grinding hips against his ass.

“Fuck,” Arthur whispered breathlessly as he pushed back on the cock sinking into his ass.

Caleb fell into a steady rhythm, fucking with a gentle pace. He stroked Arthur’s cock and fucked. When Arthur was so close, so excoriatingly close, Caleb let go and held his waist, fucking faster, harder…fucking to cum.

“Fuck…fuck…take me,” Caleb cried out as he shoved into Arthur’s depths, over and over, rocking him roughly against the wall, then pushing inward so hard he pressed Arthur against the wall and came.

 

Arthur stood with the shower washing over his head. In front of him, squatting down, Caleb was sucking his cock. Fingers circled it at the base holding it tightly as lips moved over the head and down to the fingers, then back to the head. Faster and faster, pushing Arthur’s arousal, until his cock thickened and flexed in the mouth, then filled it with cum.

 

 

Sunlight filtered in through the half-closed blinds. It was warm on the exposed skin of Caleb and Arthur intertwined on the bed. Arthur stirred first, stretching out.

“No, don’t get up,” Caleb uttered as he grabbed Arthur by the arm.

“But I’m awake and I want something to eat.”

“No, not yet” Caleb replied, playfully grabbing Arthur in a bearhug, and holding him down. Soon they were wrestling, kicking the covers off the bed, then the two pillows. Caleb, stronger, taller, soon had Arthur pinned down.

“So, you’re hungry. Eat me,” said Caleb as he moved over Arthur until he could rake his cock across the face.

“No,” Arthur jokingly replied turning his head away.

“Come on, suck this cock.”

Caleb raked his cock across Arthur’s cheeks and nose, then across the lips. When he dragged it across the lips again, Arthur opened his mouth and took it. Caleb held his head up and fucked his mouth. Slowly pushing cock through the lips, over the tongue, and into the throat.  

 

Arthur lay on his stomach, an arm around his neck holding his head up, as cock fucked his ass. Caleb fucked slowly, grinding his hips against Arthur’s ass while breathing heavily against the right ear. He pushed inward hard, pressing Arthur down. It made Arthur’s cock flex with his arousal.

Caleb rose, hovering over the prone body, and fucked. Fucked with all his strength, boring cock into Arthur’s depths and bouncing his hips off the firm round ass. The bed squeaked, then rocked, banging into the wall. The sound in rhythm with the sound of flesh smacking against flesh, and it increased their arousal.

Arthur felt how every push inward, pushed his cock into the mattress. It brought him to the brink of release, and he cried out, shoved upward taking Caleb’s cock, then pushed down, rubbing his cock across the bed, then soaked it with cum. As his cock spurt wad after wad, his ass spasm around Caleb’s cock.

“Fuck,” Caleb cried out as he shoved into Arthur’s depths and came.

 

Arthur made breakfast, then they rode up to Goldsboro, a town large enough to have a business district about three blocks long. They strolled down the sidewalks, browsed a couple of shops, then had a late lunch at a Latin restaurant where they sat on the sidewalk at a small bistro table watching the people stroll by.

“What do you do for a living?” asked Arthur, wanting to know more about him.

“I did work with dad and my older brother raising turkeys and operating a small farm south of town, but I found I didn’t want to do it. And the operation wasn’t large enough for the three of us. I knew that when my brother got married and had two kids.”

“Two kids?”

“Yep, within two years of each other. Crazy. I could see how Christopher was struggling, so I got a job at the precast concrete plant in town.”

“That’s a change.”

“It was tough at first, but I’ve been there about a year, and I find it interesting, and best of all, the pay is pretty good.”

“So, you’re living on your own?”

Caleb smiled.

“You’re wondering if I still live at home and need to be cautious. Yes, I have my own place, just north of your house outside the town’s limits. As to my parents, let’s just say we haven’t talked about it, but I’ve done nothing to keep it secret.”

“Really? What about your two friends?”

“Frank and Ricky? Oh hell, they’ve known since twelfth grade when they caught me kissing that second baseman from our school’s biggest rival,” Caleb replied, laughing at the memory of it.

“Do others know?”

“Maybe. I don’t wave one of those flags or anything. It’s a small town and it is pretty much live and let live. Now I would advise you not to go around telling everyone, especially being a teacher and all. These people do have their limits.”

“I assumed as much.”

Caleb leaned over the table. “But you can live your life. And if you like, maybe we can go out again?”

Arthur smiled, for it was the first time he had seen Caleb seem unsure of something. “I’d like that. I’d like that very much.”

I went to visit my parents on vacation in NC one summer up from Charleston, SC. They rented a beach house for a week and I was close and unemployed at the time so I went.

It was nice. Not crowded and a decent amount of boys. I spent a lotta time at the beach just laying and watching. Loved when boys came outta the water and their shorts stuck to them showing the world what they got. They were at that silly late teen age where they didn’t care but actually showed it off and I was there for it.

Two guys were playing soccer in the sand but that devolved into tackle football. One of them, bigger of the two, made it impossible for the smaller guy to get the ball so he went for the big guys shorts. Dropped them to his ankles making him drop the ball. Heh heh. Smart and very much appreciated cause the big guy was big. Very big and he wasn’t even hard.

I smiled at them. He caught me looking and I didn’t look away. They were acting like idiots and drawing attention to themselves. He pulled up his shorts and started walking toward me. Was this gonna be a fight? He’s big but I’ll fight.

He walks right up to me, blocking my light and looks down at me. 

“Excuse me.” I said waving my hand.

“What?”

“You’re blocking my sun.”

“Oh sorry dude!”

So it wasn’t gonna be a fight. Too bad. I’d like to get physical with him. “No worries big man.” I smiled. “What’s up?”

“My friend said you were staring at me.”

“Yep.” I chirped.

“You gay?”

“You guys are idiots.” I chuckled back.

“We know we’re idiots but wanna know if you’re gay.”

I sat up, cocked my head slightly and smirked.”Why? You looking to get your dick sucked?”

By the look on his face this was not what he was expecting. I had nothing to lose with being like this. I could make him feel silly and he’d go away, we could fight and that’s fine, or he’d end up getting his massive tool worked. Win win win for me but I was anxious to see how this turns out.

“Always.” Looking right at me. Not what I was expecting. Okay. 

I stood up and knocked the sand off me. “Alright but I don’t know you so I’m not gonna swallow.”

“What the fuck man no! We were gonna ask of you wanted to join us.”

“Sure. That’s a good second option. Threesomes are always fun.” I said looking up at him with a big smile. He smiled, rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“C’mon freak.”

We were walking back to his friend.

“I’m Eric and that’s Tad.” He said pointing.

“Nice to meetcha Eric. I’m Damon.”

“Interesting name. Nice to meet you Damon. So before we get to Tad I gotta ask, ARE you gay?”

“Woooow. At least you’re handsome. Yes I am.”

“Look. I’m very cool with it. Very.” That second very was very. “But Tad’s a, uh, a real big red neck and not to fond of people like, uh… You.”

“Cool. Won’t say a word and I’ll be good. It’ll be between us.” I smiled. He smiled back.

“Hey fucker. This is Damon.”

“Hey.” I said normally.

“Hey man. You play?”

Loaded question. I looked at Eric who rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah. Played for years. Center half.”

He whipped the ball at me which I caught. “Let’s go, newb.”

I dropped the ball to my feet and they came at me. I had pretty good footwork but sand was tough and slowed me down. Tad caught up to me first and body checked me to the ground.

“Pussy.” He sneered.

I got up and Eric came over. “He wants to get physical yeah? Fine.”

I took off after him. Got to him and hacked his Achilles and down he went.

“Faggot.” I grinned. Glanced at Eric who was trying not to laugh.

“Okay okay. That’s fair. Didn’t think you were gonna came at me. You’re up Eric. This should be fun to watch. The ant verses the mountain.”

“Ants are actually very strong for they’re size…”

Tad just glared at me. Eric and I walked closer to the surf, harder ground.

“I don’t think he likes me…”

“He’s an asshole.”

“Why hang with him?”

He smiled. “Cause he always makes me look better around girls.”

“Why do you need that? Look at you.”

“I get nervous.”

“Shouldn’t.”

“Okay your turn. Why are you here alone.”

“Visiting parents.”

“Oh so you’re not with anyone?”

I was, but he’s not here. “Nope. Just little old lonesome me.” I made a face.

“Just running the mean streets of Nags Head, huh?”

“I’m a hellian.”

“I can see that. Right. Ready to get pounded?”

I just looked at him. He dropped his big shoulders and just looked at me.

“You said it. But absolutely.” Big smile.

I started. And he was on me. Damn he was solid. I was shielding the ball and he kept pushing into me with his whole body. I felt his cock in my back. He’s gotta be fucking with me. He got the ball back from me only by knocking me down. He looked at me and made an “oops!” face. I laid back on the sand and laughed. He came back and stood over me. 

“You’re blocking my sun.” I snarked.

He reached down and offered his hand.

“You didn’t hit me THAT hard…” I took his big hand and he pulled me up with little effort. As he let go he ran his middle finger across my palm and looked me dead in the eye. I looked at him with an “Oh really?” look.

“HEY! BIG FUCK! We gotta head out. Those girls won’t fuck themselves.

“Actually they can.”

Another glare.

“Yeah I don’t think he likes you.”

“Be a fun grudge fuck.”

“You’re terrible.”

“Terrible? You’re about to spend your evening with the ladies.”

“Ugh. The things we do for friendship.”

“Have fun. Catch ya later. I’m usually out here at night.”

“Alright I’ll look for ya.”

That was a fun interaction. I like people I can’t figure out. Especially when they’re hot. Got back home and went directly to my room, got naked and started jerking to Eric. Imagined him sticking it to me in the locker room after practice wishing that to happen.

After dinner I had to get away from my parents so I hit the beach. I like the beach at night. No one’s there. It’s dark except for the moonlight. I sat on the steps to the boardwalk took my shoes and shirt off and felt the breeze on my skin. 

“Hey!”

That broke my meditation. I looked back to see Eric coming at me.

“Hey! How are the girls?” Sarcasm.

“You can imagine.”

“Mmmmnope. I can not. If it makes you feel better I had to have dinner with my parents.”

“Equally as fun I bet.”

“Laugh riot. My mom will forever think I just need the right girl..”

“Heh heh. Mom’s gonna mom.”

“She’ll never understand I just want a big, hard cock from a big hard man.” I looked at him and smiled.

“When did you know?”

“Never been a day where I can remember that didn’t know, ya know?”

“Really? Huh. Can people become gay later in life?”

“Sure, for whatever reason. Upbringing, genetics, psychological. A lotta guys either lie to themselves or don’t have the courage to come out. Everyone’s different. It’s always good to have at least one person who knows.” I stopped and looked right at him. “It’ll take a lot of your shoulders.”

“Enough seriousness. Let’s skinny dip.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice!”

My shorts were off in a heartbeat. Turned to him just getting his shoes off.

“Big and slow.”

“You know I can snap you in half, right?”

“Gotta catch me first!”

I was standing right in front of him, my stiff cock in his face. He just looked at it then up at me and smiled.

“C’mon man. Get that thing outta my face.” He joked.

“C’mon dude! Get nekkid!”

He stood up and dropped his shorts and I dropped my jaw. God. Damn. I don’t know where he’d put that.

“Heh heh. You are DEFINITELY proportionate everywhere.” I remarked.

“I get no complaints.”

“I bet not.”

“We’ll you’ve got a big dick for a little guy.”

“Thanks!” I said, putting my fists on my hips and puffing up my chest.

“You’re stupid.” He laughed.

“Stupid made you laugh..”

He stopped and looked at me. “I think you’re hilarious. You and your fat cock.”

“Oh stop. Tell me more about my cock.” I cooed.

He stepped to me and put it in his big hand. “How about I show you.” He started lightly pulling.

“I won’t fight you.” I reached out and grabbed his and started. He swallowed hard and looked down then back up at me. He grabbed the back of my head and I thought, “He’s gonna shove that in my mouth.” But he bent down and kissed me. I melted. I got this big hunk of a man naked on the beach with our dicks in each other’s hands and he kisses me. Can time just stop?

“Last one in’s a dork!” He yelled heading for the surf.

“You’re already a dork!” I yelled back chasing him. “And I’m fine being behind you! I get to see your ass!”

“Shut up queer!”

He hit the water and displaced half the ocean. “WOOOOHA THAT’S COLD!”

Too late to stop so I blindly followed. “YEEEE-AHHH!” I screamed.

“Oh man I’m gonna have MAJOR shrinkage!”

“So you’ll be normal guy size.”

He smirked. And swam to me. “Can you touch?”

“Shut up. You forget, I’m crotch level to you.”

“Oh I haven’t forgotten…”

He picked me up and threw me. When I came up he was on top of me. “Sucks to be little sometimes, huh?” He put his hands on my shoulders and dunked me, holding me under. I could make out his cock, couldn’t miss it. I grabbed his hips and pulled myself to it and put it in my mouth. He let go of my shoulders and grabbed my head and forced me on it. Then stopped and pulled me up.

“Holy fuck. Never done that before!”

“Why’d you stop me?”

“I was gonna cum.”

“I wouldn’t have minded…”

“No. Not like this.”

So he’s thinking ahead. Okay. “Sure man. Whatever you want.”

“Right now I just wanna float and enjoy the company.” He started floating, his pecs like small mountains rising up from the ocean and his cock was like a barge bringing in its load. I just treaded water staring at him. How can a guy like this like me? He was the guys in high school who made fun of me. I’m not gonna question it. Just enjoy his company for however long it lasts.

“Ready to get out?”

“Yeah. I’m all pruney.”

We swam to the shore and I got out first, turned to him smiling.

“What?”

“Nothing. I see why you didn’t mind being behind me.”

I smiled big. “So we can agree. We both have nice asses and big dicks.”

“Agreed!” He said thumping his chest with a fist.

We sat in the sand and I started digging my feet in and kicking sand. He fell on his back.

“It’s beautiful here. Look at the stars. Gorgeous right?” I was looking at him laying there big arms behind his head. His chest rising and falling accentuating his perfect stomach. His cock plump and laying off to the right. His thick thighs spread enough to let his balls fall between them. Then he popped his head up. “The stars. Look at the stars.” He smiled.

“I don’t need to look at the stars to see gorgeous. I got it right next to me.”

He just shook his head. “Shut up, dork. C’mere.” He pulled me to him. “Put your head here.” He patted his chest. I did as told.

“Huh-hhhhh.”

“That was a heavy sigh.”

“Sigh of contentment.” I said. “Can I ask you a question?”

“If I said no I know you’d ask anyway…”

“You know me well already.”

“Shoot.”

I opened my eyes big and smiled. “Aaahaha!”

“Gross. Ask your damn question.”

“Why are you so insecure?” I felt him turn his head and he was silent for a bit. 

“When my mom left my dad, I was 6, he didn’t take it well. Drank and took everything out on me cause I reminded him of her. Always said, “You’re just like your mother all looks and no smarts. You could fuck up a wet dream.” I decided I was getting out and going to college. Start MY life.”

“I hate to break it to you, but you’re dad’s an asshole.”

He roared.”Oh that’s good. Thank you for making me laugh. Phew.”

“I’m nothing if not comic relief. I think you’re smart. Sure you’re good looking I guess if you’re into big handsome men.”

“Hope that wasn’t too much personal info. I don’t talk about it and you’re a stranger who I’ll never see again after this time so that makes it easier. You know?”

“Indeed.”

“What about you? Why are you the way you are?”

“Oh hard pass. I don’t talk about my life to strangers.”

Deadpan look.

“I’m fuckin with you. I’m an admitted unapologetic oversharer. Ask away my large friend.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“That’s it? That’s your question? Softball. Yes i do.”

“Is he here?”

“No. Back in SC.”

“He trust you to be on your own?”

“Sure. I’ve grown outta my killing hookers phase.”

“Seriously.” He closed his eyes.

“He does as do I him.”

“Do you guys play around?”

“Yeah.”

“How’s that work. Do you love him?”

“With all my heart. I don’t love the other guys. They’re a means to an end.” I saw his reaction, a little troubled. “That sounded heartless. Lemme rephrase. I love Ryan. We’re both sexual people with different tastes. We still fuck each other’s brains out, don’t doubt that.”

He looked confused. This poor boy. “Okay. If you’re at a buffet do you just load up on one thing or get a little of everything?”

“Well everything of course.”

“It’s like that. But no matter what’s on the buffet I’ll always have yogurt with berries. Ryan’s my yogurt and berries.”

“I gotcha. So you just don’t get attached.”

“Not romantically, no. I have that already. We only have one rule, if we fuck someone without the other we have let the other know. Honesty means a lot in a relationship.”

“What’s Ryan like. He’s a good guy. Makes me laugh and looks out for me.”

“Oh no. Physically.”

“Ah. The good stuff. He’s about 5’ll, curly black hair nice ass and big dick.”

“You guys fight over guys?” He joked.

“Actually no. We have different likes. He likes’em kinda nerdy and geeky”

“That’s NOT you.”

“No. And I used to wonder why he likes me. He said I was young and cute.”

“Do what kinda guys do you like?”

“I like the kind I’m laying on right now.” I lifted my head to smile at him and raised my eyebrows.

“You’re so stupid.” And he pushed me off him.

“HEY! I’m fragile!”

“Are not!” And punches me square in the chest and knocks me on my back. He jumps on top of me sitting on my cock and holds my shoulders down and just smiles at me. Then he lets a string of spit come down toward my face.

“Where are we? High school?! Gross dude!!” He sucks it back up and let’s go off my shoulders but still sits on my rock hard dick.

“You ARE fragile. Like a baby you baby.”

“Get off me ya big ape and say that to me like a man. Ya know what. Never mind. You just sit right where you are.”

He bites his lower lip and starts grinding.

“I can’t suck your dick underwater but you can grind on me in the beach. I get it. That’s totally fair.”

He stopped riding me and just sat on me. Damn he was heavy. I liked that. I like being dominated. Pushed around and held down. He’s a nice guy and I didn’t think he’d be into that unless I provoked him. He looked down at me with a puzzled look.

“Don’t wrinkle your forehead like that. You’ll get lines.” I reached up and stroked his face. “What’s up?”

“You said ask you anything.”

“I did. My life’s an open book.”

“What if you met someone and fell in love with them?”

“I don’t think about that. I don’t need to.”

“You never know.”

“Well I’m not looking for it.”

“That’s when it happens.”

“Okay Romeo. Even if, BIG IF, that were to happen it’d have to be the perfect guy and since he doesn’t exist what’s the point?”

“Your killing the idea before it has a chance to live.”

“I’m happy with where I am.”

“Just saying you never know. They always say he could be right in front of you.”

Subtly is not his strong suit.

“Yeah? Or they could be sitting on you.” I smirked and grabbed his hips and trusted.

“Heh heh. I’m not like that.”

“Really? How are you then? Cause you seem like to like what’s happening right here.”

“This is fun and I like being with you. I don’t have anyone I can do this with. You know get silly stupid and not be judged cause the other guy’s just as stupid silly.”

“I like you too. A lot. I don’t have many friends actually. Just Ryan. I don’t let people get close. I have trust issues.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Family history.”

“What happened?”

“Aighh. Not now. Another time. I’m In a good mood. I got a fucking hot and goofy guy sitting on me. I’m at the beach at night.”

“That’s fair. Whenever you want I’ll listen.” He grabbed the back of my neck and squeezed and pressed his forehead to mine and looked me in the eye.

“Thanks.” I grabbed his neck. “What’s next? What do two handsome gentlemen about town do at 2am?”

“Do we HAVE to do anything? I like this.”

“This it is then. No complaints.”

He was sitting up now leaning back on his arms and I put my head in his lap and stroked his thigh.

“Thanks.”

“For what?”

“Your head’s in my lap.”

“That cool?”

“Oh yeah. Just saying thanks for not putting my dick in your mouth.”

“Again. Heh heh. That would kill the mood. I can always suck you off but we won’t always have this.

“Correcto.” He stroked my hair and down my back putting his large hand at the small of it and pressed. He was sweating. He went on to my ass and squeezed my cheeks. Grabbed his thigh a little harder.

“That feels nice.”

“Like that huh?”

“Mmm…yes.”

I felt a finger lightly at the start of my crack then move down. I pushed up a little. Now he was at my hole rubbing it. Then pressure.

“Ooooh yeah.”

Half his finger’s in and he’s moving it in and out. Then another.

“Damn. That’s good.”

“This is okay?” He sounded concerned.

“Very much okay.”

I pulled myself up closer to him to give better access.

“I guess so.”

I started grinding my cock on his thigh hard.

“You let guys put their cocks in you?”

“Absolutely.”

He pulled out and stopped.

“What’s the craziest sex story you got?”

“Oh wow. Lemme see. Ryan and I fucked a bartender in Ft Myers after the club closed.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah. Well actually I got fucked by Ryan and the bartender on the bar.”

“That sounds awesome! You’ve fucked, or gotten fucked, by a lotta guys huh?”

“My fair share, but I’m always very picky. Not everyone gets to ride the ride.”

“So you’re not that guy who goes, ‘l can get anyone I want so I’ll take’em all,’?

“No. I’m the guy who says “No,”. A lot. As my best friend Shirley from Garbage said, ‘you can look but you can’t touch, I don’t think I like you much,’”.

“She sounds like a wise woman.”

“She is.”

“So outta all these guys there’s never been one you could see yourself dating?”

“I don’t give them enough time. You’re the one person besides Ryan I’ve spent time with conversationally in a very VERY long time.

He smiled big. “I’m honored.”

“Should be. Any other setting and I’d be all over you and they’re be little talking.”

“I’m glad you can restrain yourself.”

“Not gonna lie, s’hard. S’real hard.” I smiled at him.

“I appreciate it.” He smirked back.

“You ever hang out with a gay guy before?”

“Nope.”

“Now I’m honored.”

“I do have a question. It a lot actually.”

“Okay.”

“When you’re getting fucked does it hurt?”

“The first time, yes. At first then it feels real good.”

“Ever have two in at the same time?”

“A cupola times.”

“How’d that feel?”

“Really fuckin good. Also feels good when you’ve got yours in with another guys and they’re rubbing against each other. Man.”

“Obviously makes you happy.” He said and slapped my hard dick.

“Oh yeah. And you can do that whenever you want.”

“I’ll definitely remember that.”

“Are you curious?”

“I’ve thought about it.”

“Like what?”

“There’s a guy on the football team.”

“What’s he look like?”

“Ho man. Nice tight little body, good chest and hard square ass.”

“Seen his equipment?”

“Yeah. He’s like you, little dude big cock.”

“You’ve thought about him.”

“Yeah. A lot. He’s prefect. Small and tight.”

“Sounds like he looks like me.”

“A lot like you. A lot.”

So I sat there in the first instance of an awkward silence smiling at him smiling at me.

“What do you like having done to you?”

“I like it all. Getting sucked is nice but getting a nice tight little ass is primo. What about you?”

“Oh getting fucked definitely. I like big guys with big dicks. Get dominated.”

“Rough.”

“Yeeeah.”

“Never gotten rough.”

“You’re missing out but it doesn’t surprise me with you.”

“What’s that mean?”

“You’re a nice guy, you make love not have spider monkey sex.”

“That’s hilarious. I wouldn’t mind trying it I guess.”

“You should. I’m going back in.” I stood up and knocked the sand off my back and bent over right in front of him and wiped myself down and looked back at him. He was staring at my ass then caught me catching him. I smiled. “That’s okay man. Not judging you. It is a sweet ass.” And walked to the water. He was fast behind me and grabbed my shoulders then my hips and shook me hard. “Getting rough with me?” He didn’t say anything just crammed his cock at my ass. I stopped and turned on him. 

“You serious?”

“Yeah.” He sounded like a little kid.

“Okay. Follow me.” I walked him to the locker rooms at the edge of the sand. “Let’s go in here.”

“What about people?”

“It’s 3am in the off season. No one’s gonna be here. And so what if we get caught? Might join in. And the chance of getting caught is part of it.”

“Oh okay.”

We walked to the middle of the room and I got on my knees, looked up at him and put him in my mouth. His body jerked.

“Ooooh oh.” He grabbed my head and held it while he fucked my face. As I was jerking myself he stopped.

“Gotta stop?”

“Yeah. I want this to last.”

“Okay. Get on your back.”

“What?”

“Get. On. Your. Back.”

He did as he was told. I stood over him and kicked his legs apart. Got down between them and put his heavy legs over my shoulders.

“You’re gonna fuck me!”

I didn’t answer just positioned myself and pushed.

“WWWWAAAHFUUUUUCKMEEE!

He pushed back but I held him down and I found my rhythm. He was tight. Never been fucked. He moaned and moaned with pleasure and put his arms behind his head and flexed. The part of a guy where the bicep meets the shoulder turns me on and I felt it start to rise in me. I was going deeper with each thrust. My balls were slapping his ass. Closer and closer. Every nerve in my body was alive and committed to a singular purpose.

“I’m gonna cum!”

“Oh yeah! Do it man!”

“Here it is! NNNAAAUGHHH!!”

I collapsed on his huge heaving chest then moved down on him and put my mouth over his tool and started. He just laid there, weak. I did that to him. I went for a long time before he raised his head and looked at me.

“I’m gonna cum in your mouth.”

I nodded and sucked harder and deeper.

“Ho yeah. Ho yeah. Mmmm. Just like that. I’m close.”

I worked my finger into his ass.

“OOOHH YEAH! THAT!” Then he shot off into my mouth and I took it all and it was a lot. I crawled up him and sat on his chest and kissed him passing his load back to him. He deep tongued me then pulled back with a smile.

“THAT. Was fanfuckingtastic! WHOA!”

“Glad I could help..”

So we laid there for awhile him stroking my hair and me gently jerking him. 

“We need showers.

“Agreed.”

We walked into the stalls and turned in the water. I was soaping up when I stopped and got out, went to his and pulled the curtain back and stepped in. He had his back against the wall stroking. He looked at me and kept going. I started too. We just stood there watching each other. He threw his head back.

“OOOHHYEEAH!” He shot off with force hitting my leg. He smiled.

Then it was my turn. “Ungh. Ungh. Ooh…”

He got on his knees in front of me. “Do it. I want it in my mouth.” I nodded.

“I’m close. I’m there. Give me your mouth, now.”

He did happily. I stuffed it in and unloaded. “Mmmmmm..”

He stood up and grabbed the soap and started washing me. He lingering with my cock and her fingered me. Turned me around and kissed me again.I took the soap and returned the favor.

“Damn my knees are weak.” I said.

“My ass hurts.”

“That’s a good hurt.”

“Not complaining.”

“Hope this gives you practice for your boy.”

“Thanks coach.”

“I can teach you more.”

“I bet. You seem like you’ve logged hours on the subject.”

“It’s a fun subject. We’re don’t have towels.”

He came over and started wiping me off with his hands. I start doing the same.

“Good enough.” He said.

I looked at him seriously.

“What?”

“When do you leave?”

“Day after tomorrow.”

“Not a lotta time.”

“Sadly no.”

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Breakfast then nothing till dinner.”

“Awesome. My parents are going into town antique shopping. Be gone all day.”

“Give me your number.”

I did.

“I’ll call you.”

“I’ve heard that.”

“But not from me.”

“Fair. Have a good night and see you tomorrow. Sleep well and have a big breakfast. You’ll have work to do.”

“Yes coach!”

He did call. He did come over. We fucked all over even outside in the pine trees. He was insatiable. We finally gave out on the couch and sat there, panting.

“Hey.”

“Yeah..?”

“You never told me what you said you would later.”

“Oh right. Trust issues. When I was 13 I found out my dad wasn’t my biological father. I was livid. And the fact my mom doesn’t want to talk about it drives me insane. So I think that’s what started e being distant from people.”

“S’why it’s easy for you to just fuck guys and not get attached.”

“Yep. And why it takes a lot to be my friend. You gotta do a lotta work to get to me.

He shyly asked, “How do you feel about me?”

“I swallowed your cum. You let me cum in your ass. I’d say your a friend. A very good friend.”

“I wish we had longer. I want to do so much more and some things again.”

“All good things must come to an end. This too shall pass. This ends but you’ve got some good stuff to take back.”

“You’re not gonna tell anyone, right?”

“Nobody but Ryan,”

“I guess that’s cool. Gonna brag?”

“Oh yeah. He’ll want all the details. He gets off on that. That and watching me get fucked.”

“I can see why.”

“Whatcha gonna do with your boy?”

“I dunno. Nothing probably.”

“You had a good time here right?”

“Oh yeah.”

“I’m sure you want to do it again.”

“I do.”

“Keep what we did here on your mind and use that as motivation.”

“His do I even start?”

“You’re both on the team, ask him he wants to workout with you. Sounds like he takes care of himself.”

“That’s good. Something in common.”

“Yep. When you get together wear shorter shorts with no underwear and take your shirt off. Tell him you do it to watch your self in the mirror for form and suggest he do it too. Compliment him a lot. When your done take a shower and leave your curtain open. Start making small looks at him and when you get busted, you want this, just smile and stroke yourself.”

“You ARE the coach! You have a game plan!”

“This one’s tried and tested.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. I used to go to the Y back home. Ended up getting it in the sauna and we got caught. We didn’t stop and he certainly didn’t care. While I was getting out from behind new guy came down and sat in front of me and I sucked him off. Good looking body. So I got it from both ends.”

“I wanna go wherever you go.”

“Heh heh. You can do this yourself. Just need confidence. You know no one’s gonna turn you down.”

“Yeah.” He said with exasperation.

“What? Why are you acting sad?”

“I just met you now we have to leave. I wish you’d take a chance and date someone else.”

“Someone like you.”

“Obviously. I knew I liked you when I first saw you. You have this attitude that carries.”

“Whatcha gonna do with Tad?”

“I dunno, nothing.”

“Well he doesn’t know your gay. But you can fuck with him. Get him SUPER drunk and tell him and tell him you have feelings for him. I think he might be open to it. Just too straight. Overacting if you ask me.”

“You want to fuck him.”

“Oh yes very much so. But that’s what the imagination is for. But when you go home I know you’re gonna think about this a lot, I will too. And when I beat off to you it’ll be awesome cause this was awesome. The best rando sex I’ve had.”

“Really? You’re fucking with me.”

“I am not. And yes, I would date you. I like you. Your a really great guy and we could have fun.”

“I’ll take that and all this home, so thanks for making this a great vacation.”

“Welcome. Maybe keep in touch so if you ever get back here we can connect.”

“Definitely. That’s a great plan.”

“Well you gotta go. Parentals will be home soon.”

“Okay. Happy to have met you, Damon.”

“Happy to have met you too, Eric. Till we meet again.” He only put his shorts on as we walk to the door. “See ya ya big ape.”

He just turned and kissed me and grabbed my dick. “To next time”

He walked away turning to look at me a few more times then he was gone with a deep sigh of satisfaction from me. Maybe I should date or give people a chance to know me. Was he hot? Undoubtedly. But he was also smart.

I wake up in the morning and think to myself that I need to cum. I have lectures today, and I don’t want to sit in class with my cock hard and my balls full. Of course, I can catch Wade somewhere on the campus and fuck him quickly in the locker room or a toilet cubicle, but he’s the last option I’d consider. He always bugs me with this romantic nonsense like kissing and being affectionate. I hate it. I don’t have boyfriends. I have boys, and Wade could be a good boy if I bothered to reshape him. But I didn’t, so Wade’s excluded. Dylan? He’s my anal champ, but I’ve already fucked him this week, so he’s not an option either. Mason? Well, Mason needs special treatment, or things aren’t going to work. I have to conquer this little fucker over and over again and show him that he belongs at my feet. He’s totally worth the effort, but I’m not in this kind of mood today. I’m in the mood for Luke, my number one cocksucker. He’s the best, but don’t tell him this, or you’ll spoil the kid.

I call him up, and it seems like he’s been waiting by the phone because he answers immediately.

“Hey, cocksucker,” I say. “Today’s your day. You have three minutes, and the clock starts now.”

This Luke boy is incredible. It actually takes him two minutes to get to my place. We live in the same building near the campus, and I gave him the keys to my apartment so he could drop by whenever I want. It’s convenient because now I don’t have to get out of the bed and open the door for him. Luke knows how privileged he is, so he’ll never abuse my trust.

He walks quietly into my room, kneels by the bed, and kisses my feet to greet me and express his love and devotion. Then he kicks off his shoes, takes off his shorts, and leaves only his jockstrap on. He’s short, slim, and smooth, his red hair always tousled, and his freckled face so beautiful that you want to cum on it at least once a day. He gets under the blanket, and I feel his lips wrapping gently around my cock. I don’t need to say anything. I piss into his mouth, and he swallows my morning piss as if it’s lemonade or something. He’s very focused, though. Drinking my piss is not a joke for him, not just some kinky foreplay before we go straight to the business. He takes it seriously because that’s what I like.

When I’m done, he kisses my ass, and my cock gets hard right away. I don’t touch the kid. I don’t want to rush him. I just throw my arms behind my head, lift my legs, and enjoy myself. He runs his tongue lovingly over my flexing asshole, and it feels wonderful. My cock twitches and oozes some precum onto my abs. As if reading my thoughts, Luke shifts attention to my balls the moment I want it. He feels me. He knows me so well that I don’t even need words to communicate with him. He sucks my balls into his mouth—both at the same time—and rolls them around with his tongue. Then he pops them out and sucks on the sensitive skin of my scrotum. Fuck, the kid is miraculous!

“Yeah boy!” I sigh as my cock plunges deep into his mouth.

I call him a cocksucker for a reason. He loves sucking cock more than anything else. And he doesn’t need to do much right now because I’m already turned on. He knows it, and he knows what to do. He gets to work, his head moving up and down, up and down the length of my cock. Slowly at first, then quicker and quicker. He looks up at me worshipfully as my cock thrusts into his throat and rubs against it, almost suffocating the boy. He’s so beautiful that I can’t hold back. I reach out to ruffle his hair, to touch him, to let him know I like what he’s doing. He closes his eyes blissfully, and when he opens them up, I spit in his face. He moans. Now I have to be careful because he’s very, very sensitive, and it won’t be long before he shoots into his jocks from overexcitement. So I just lay back and let the boy do his job. Soon, it’s my turn to moan as I shoot a massive load into Luke’s mouth, down his throat.

“Good day to you, Andrew,” he murmurs, kissing my cock tenderly.

I smile and light up a cigarette. My cock is still hard, and I don’t need a break, so Luke turns around. He has the hottest butt I’ve ever seen. It’s perfectly shaped and incredibly smooth. It’s simply gorgeous. With the cigarette in my mouth, I grab the boy by the hair and force my throbbing cock into his tight little butthole. He moans and arches his back as I fuck him hard and painfully, the way we both love it. For me, hurting a boy is pure bliss, and the more I like him, the more I will try to hurt him. If he complains, I’m not interested, but if he can put up with it, he’s totally my type. Luke never complains. He just relishes this pain as it slowly turns into the pleasure of being fucked and being owned. He needs to be owned, and I need to own, so we’re both in our places. I pick up pace, and my thrusts are getting more and more aggressive. He whines and whimpers, and this is where I usually slow down to enjoy it, but I can’t stop now. A few more thrusts, and I’m shooting another load, right into his butt.

“You okay?” I ask, holding the boy in my arms, my hard cock still in his butt.

He hasn’t caught his breath yet, so he just nods. I see a wet spot on his jocks. He shot, too.

“That’s my boy,” I whisper, stroking his skinny chest.

He cuddles up to me and relaxes in my arms. He feels safe with me, and that’s a big deal.

I let him go, and he cleans up a bit, licking my cockhead and kissing my cock as it’s getting soft. Then he takes off his jocks and puts them aside. I can’t let him walk around the house like this, wiggling his naked butt in front of my face, or I won’t calm down!

“Did you see the guys?” I ask.

“No, they must be out already,” he says.

“Then get your butt to the kitchen and make me something to eat,” I say. “And get dressed!”

He goes to the kitchen. I get out of the bed, warm up a little, then do 50 pushups and 50 crunches. I feel awesome. I always feel awesome after sex. I take a shower and shave my face, whistling some upbeat melody to myself. Luke is making coffee and some sandwiches for me. He put on my T-shirt which is largely oversized for his small body. It covers his butt, but I still know he’s naked underneath, so I only need to hold out my hand to touch his smooth round buttcheeks. It drives me crazy…

He sits quietly across the table while I’m eating and scrolling through the news feed on my phone. I don’t pay attention to him, but I know he’s looking at me admirably — that’s his fetish. He loves to admire me while I’m eating. He says I look especially sexy in the process, and it amuses me because I always look especially sexy to the kid.

“Take some,” I say when I’m done eating.

“Oh thanks, I’ve already had breakfast,” he says.

That’s what I’m talking about. I don’t see him when he eats, or works out, or urinates, or takes shit, or cleans up his ass. I only see a well-groomed and amazingly hot dude ready to take care of my cock whenever I want.

“Tell me if I can do anything for you,” he says.

No, he doesn’t just say it. He asks for it. He asks me to use him.

“Maybe I could clean up your shoes?”

“Okay, listen,” I say. His eyes sparkle. “The guys are out for a few days, so come here after classes. Clean up my room, wash my clothes, my socks, my pants, my shirts, everything. Cook something for dinner. And don’t forget to clean up all my shoes! I’ll be home at six, and you should be waiting for me naked and on your knees! Got it?”

Luke glows with happiness. He’ll be doing something for me. All day long. And this time, he’ll even be rewarded for his labors.

“Thank you, Andrew,” he sighs.

“One more thing… I want you to put your butt plug into your butt when you’re here.”

Now the kid’s 100% happy, so I can go to lectures.

The second day of my captivity had begun.  I felt myself being shaken as I was gaining consciousness.  I could hear Rick’s voice saying “Wake up.”  I realized I was no longer cuffed to the bed and I was nude.  I saw a bottle of Fleet Saline Enema in his right hand.  He rolled me on my left side and bent my knee.  With steady pressure, Rick gently inserted an enema tip into my butt with a slight side-to-side movement and squeezed the bottle in order to flood saline laxative inside my rectum.  After a few minutes, I had a strong urge to have a bowel movement.  Still feeling drowsy and having balance problems, Rick had to help me to the bathroom so I could empty my bowels.  I was instructed to shower, shave, brush my teeth and put on the clothes draped over the towel bar.

The clothes included a retro look light-blue baseball jersey made of polyester with buttons and fishtail bottom, a used white cotton minimal ribbed jockstrap and white knee high nylon socks with a narrow light blue stripes woven into it (basically a simulated stirrup).  The jockstrap was a little smaller than my size, but felt good while walking around as it kept my cock and balls tight in the breathable material.  I got a half boner and my heated balls began to swell; causing the stretchy mesh pouch to expand and yet still covered my junk.  A nice handful for someone to latch onto during my next session.

Once I was dressed, Rick took me in the bondage/torture room.  There were two leather cuffs suspended by ropes about six feet apart.  Rick attached each wrist in a cuff and locked with padlocks.  He walked over to the wall and pushed the top button of an up/down momentary switch and my arms were lifted above my head.  Two socks, identical to the ones I was wearing, were tied together in a knot at the toes, inserted in my mouth, and tied around my head.  “Hhhuummmffff.”  On the wall facing me was a full length mirror.  I was having flashbacks to high school since the garb that I was wearing was similar to my high school baseball uniform.  We were the Tornados and our school colors were light-blue and white.  Since my arms were outstretched, my jersey was raised exposing part of my muscular midriff.  The thin hair of my goody trail, trailing down to my manscaped pubic area, and the jockstrap showing off my nice bulge without giving it all away was kind of like a tease, which was hotter than if I was giving a full frontal.  I began flexing my muscles as if I was competing in a bodybuilding competition.  I wanted so badly to see my backside to see if the straps under my butt helped define my flexing cheeks.  Then I saw Rick’s expression of amusement as he watched me showing off.  “Looking hot, rope bunny!”, he chuckled.   Damn it!  It was like I self-objectification myself by being obsessed with how I looked in the mirror.  

As I was just hanging in front of Rick, he informed me that the next client, known as Coach, is a high school teacher and baseball coach.  Coach appears to be an “all American family guy”, but he an insatiable desire to enslave a baseball player.  A few years ago, he found one of his seniors bound with jump ropes in the locker room after all other players had left for the day.  He was wearing the exact outfit that I was now wearing including the old school jockstrap which Coach associates with athleticism, power, and a hint of vulnerability.  The young man was gagged with knotted socks matching the ones he was wearing on his feet.  Coach fought his desires to sexually assault the teen and ultimately freed the young man.  It turned out the young man had bragged to his friends that he was an “escape artist,” so his teammates decided to see if he could escape confinement with items available to them in the locker room.  The gag was a mystery since he did not explain the need to be gagged and who was the owner of the socks.  Regardless, the young man said he couldn’t get himself free and his friends left him by accident.  Coach did not know if he was hearing the truth, but didn’t feel the need to ask any further questions.  The young man dressed and left in a good mood.  Coach stayed behind and masturbated.  Coach found our website and thought I look like this baseball player.  He has been wanting to live out his fantasy of what he could have done to the helpless teen.

Oh shit!  The reason Coach thought my pictured that Rick and Bear posted on their kidnappers-for-hire website looked like his former baseball player is because, it was me.  I had lied to Coach the day he found me when I was physically restrained.  It was my first time I attempted self-bondage.  I was at the age of producing the most sex-revving testosterone and I constantly talk about sex with my friends, masturbated multiple times a day, experimenting with different ways to achieve sexual gratification and explored fantasies.  A reoccurring fantasy was to be bound and gagged with my baseball teammates or by my fellow teammates.  In my teens, I considered myself as straight and rationalized my desire for such erotic roleplaying with males as a normal male bonding activity like wrestling or a good ole circle jerk.  What triggered my desire to tie myself up on that particular day was when I found my best friend’s baseball uniform including his stirrups and sock all in one baseball socks (over the calf hosiery that featured a cushioned footbed for comfort with a light blue stirrup design knit into a white athletic sock, giving the look of a stirrup without the hassle of a sanitary sock underneath) in his locker.  In some of my BDSM fantasies, athletic socks were used as cleave gags.  The thought of gagging myself with my best friend’s dirty socks would in some weird way be like he was actively involved in the kinky endeavor.  

After our last game of the season had ended on a Friday afternoon, my teammates bolted home to get ready for a pool party at one of my teammate’s house.  l was alone in the locker room.  I tie my best friend’s socks at the toes, shove the big knot in my mouth, and tie the ends of the socks behind my head.  “Huuummmfff.”  The soggy socks tasted like sweat and leather.  Only a few minutes earlier, those socks were on my best friend’s perfectly size eleven feet as he ran bases, fielded grounded balls, etc.  It was like an aphrodisiac since I was getting aroused and had a strong desire to pleasure myself.  I decided to remove my cleats and baseball knickers.  I was left wearing my baseball socks that reached just above my knees (just like the ones I am wearing), a baseball jersey which snaps in the front and old school athletic supporter.  I began reminiscing about my father buying me this first jock about four years ago for a sport, a symbolic coming-of-age ritual, a badge of membership into the cult of manliness.  My father told me that it will help keep the boys in place and protect them during contact sports.

I began searching for items available in the locker room to restrain myself.  I wanted to be helpless while horny to see if I could experience a hand-free orgasm.  (There has been tons of times I was close to a touch-free orgasm, but due to my need for immediate gratification,  I would choke my chicken.  Being bound would prevent me using my hand and see what is like to have a a hand-free gusher.)  If not, then I would untie myself and just rub one out.  I grabbed some sports jump ropes made of cotton sash cord.  I sat on a bench and tied my ankles and knees by simply wrapping a jump rope around each hinge joint multiple times and knot the ends of each jump rope facing forward.  Next, I put my hands behind my back and proceed to fasten my wrist with a handcuff knot.  The knot consists of two simple loops, overlaid, and with the ends pulled through.  At that stage, the knot was slippery and easy to adjust.  The knot was “locked” when I made an overhand knot with the loose ends.  Unfortunately, the knot held and I was securely bound.  At first, it was exhilarating.  I was deep in a fantasy of all my teammates, some nude or just in jockstraps, bound and gagged in various positions with me in the locker room.  In the daydream, we were going to be auction off like bull studs at a cattle auction.  To be owned by powerful and rich men…using us to engage in sexual activities…using us as prostitutes…using us for our seeds for reproduction.  I was seriously sexually charged.

I fell off the bench and landed on my side.  “Mmmuufff.”  As I rolled around on floor of the locker room, I began wishing I had been bound and gagged by a dominant older male…telling me how sexy I looked…eating my ass…teasing my anus with his tongue in small circles…playing with my entire booty…telling me to shake it…spanking me…telling me that I needed to be punished for being a dirty boy…going deeper into the rim job…then start bitch fucking me.  My manhood was fully erect and had inched part of itself out of the waistband of my meshy jockstrap.  I noticed my tip had changed to a  purple-red color due to the increase of blood flow to the blood vessels and glands.  Ok.  Ok.  I had enough and needed some relief.  I decided to pull my right hand out of the rope tied behind my back and fondle my moisture-wicking-fabric-covered dick until I have a rub-gasm and after blowing my load, preferably into my athletic supporter, I will untie all the way-too-tight ropes.  I wanted to leave my soiled jockstrap in my friend’s locker and keep his jockstrap as a souvenir.  I will have plenty of time to make it to the pool party.

I tried desperately to slip a wrist free so I could stoke my boner, but the jump rope was tied too tight.  Oh no!  The knots of the ligatures around my wrist, knees and ankles were out of reach of my fingers.  I wanted the sensation of being helpless, not actually being helpless.  As I  made a forceful effort to get free of restraint, the snaps of my baseball jersey unfastened…falling off my shoulders…exposing my stiff nipples.  I was covered in sweat.  As I struggled to free myself, I was making low grunting noises.  I yelled, “Fuuuuuccccckkkk!  How stupid?  Motherfucker!  Motherfucker!  Fucking dumb ropes!  Fucking dumb sock gagger!”  The knotted sock acted as a silencer stress releaser since it suppressed my screams.

About thirty minutes later, I could hear footsteps echoing in the empty gym.  What if it is my best friend who came back for his baseball uniform he accidentally left in his locker?  How will I explain this awkward situation?  What will he think about his socks being used as a gag?  What if he likes the predicament I caused for myself?  What if it is the creepy janitor?  Rumor is that he was a registered sex offender.  What if he takes me home like a wrapped present and keeps me?  I had a terrifying thought that his home looked like the one from the movie Texas Chainsaw Massacre and it was filled with torture devices.  What if the creepy janitor penetrates me with his one eye trouser snake?  Fucks me multiple times a day…letting his relatives and friends abuse me…all the time I am bound…ungagged only to be forced suck a cock…hungrily swallowing cock sauce since it is the only source of essential nutrients keeping me alive.  Oh shit!  That was disturbing daymare, but oddly sexually arousing.  Regardless of my concerns of having a disturbing fantasy, the issue at hand is that I am about to be found…bound and gagged…with my wiener poking out of the waistband of my jockstrap.  To make things worse, it is now oozing boner juice.  I have made my way to my knees…I am arched backwards…my fingers searching for the knots securing my ankles.  Oh no.  There is a full length mirror mounted on the wall…I could see my entire body in the reflection…a visual representation of what the stranger will see when they enter the locker room…a beautiful bound boy…a hefty ribbed fabric pouch jockstrap with a nice contour to hold my big blue balls…a peeking mushroom tip…penis drool slowly seeping from my weiner hole…muscular body covered in sweat…exposed lightly hairy pecs…hard nips…wearing white athletic socks with dirty bottoms that shows footprint impressions…a cute face…a cleave gag consisting of white athletic socks that is pulled between my teeth.  I was at the age of increased sense of modesty, but suddenly I was obscenely obsessed with my lustful well proportioned body.  I would fuck me.

All the sudden, I experienced an intense, tightening and tingling sensation in my groin.  I straightened up…still on my knees.  My skin became warmer, I began generating more sweat, my eyes rolled back in my head, my balls started shaking, the head of my dick got really big, and them I felt a powerful spontaneous muscle spasm in my pecker and for reasons I can’t explain, contractions in my lower pelvic muscles and anus.  It was the most amazing feeling.  A rapid ejection of semen shot out the opening of my urethra, followed by another, another and another.  Most of my man milk ricocheted off my abdomen onto the floor.  The remaining cum bubble left after the forceful ejaculation was soaked up by the jockstrap.  Unconsciously, I made grunting noises during the liquid explosion that must have been able to be heard by the person walking down the long corridor leading to the locker room, even with the socks in my mouth, since the footsteps suddenly stopped and then continued in a faster pace.

I sat down on my ass…legs stretched out in front of me…feeling the cool rubber flooring on my bare mounds.  I felt sleepy, in a sexual afterglow.  Then the adrenaline kicked in and my big brain (as opposed to the little brain in my penis) was more alert.  I became fully aware of the stressful and possibly dangerous situation…someone is about to find me…wrist, ankles and knees tethered…cleave gagged with soiled 2-n-1 stirrup socks…cum stained jockstrap with a see-through mesh pouch…my ass exposed…my clenching butthole possibly visible.  Thankfully, my penis retreated back in my jockstrap.  I was having a “flight-or-fight” response, but was hinder by the restrains to take any reasonable action.  I looked forward and saw seminal fluid in puddles around my bound feet.  It looked like someone had spilled their milkshake on the dark blue flooring.  I quickly cleaned up the puddles of cock snot on the floor as best I could with the soles of my sock feet.  My stomach looked like a glazed donut.  

It was Coach who found me.  He had been in his office the entire time and the reason he went to the locker room to make sure the lights were turned off before going home.  For what seemed like an eternity, he just stared at me.  It was hard to read his expression…anger…shock…confusion…disappointment…lust.  He finally reached for the brim of his hat, removed his hat, scratch his head while still holding his hat and then put the hat on backwards.  Due to my embarrassment, I began with the verbal diarrhea (speaking too much and continuously when I’m nervous, excited and/or frustrated)…asking Coach to help me out…to please not tell my parents…asking for forgiveness…admitted that I had always admired him…thought he is the most handsome man…like one of those Sears catalog models…telling him that I would do anything to repay him for his assistance and discretion….ANYTHING!  “Mmmuuffff…uuuhh…mummm…uuuuhh…aaa…mmmuuuuff.”  Thank goodness for the gag.  Coach was not able to understand the muffled rambling…statements made during a panic attack by a still turned on teen…willing to offer sexual services in exchange for forgiveness of my indiscretion and to be set free. 

For reasons unknown to me, he began untying me without removing my gag first.  It bought me some time to think of a plausible explanation for this mess.  He tried to loosen the knots with his hands, but his fingers couldn’t loosen the knots.  I guess because I had wrestled around on the ground to get untied, the knots were stretched tight.  Without saying a word, he laid me on my stomach and then he got all fours over me.  Coach had to use his teeth to unfasten the knots.  His face was buried in the ropes around my wrist and his bulge was inches behind the back of my head.  I could feel his hot breath on my clammy skin .  I could hear his snorts and grunting.  I was getting aroused and attempted to reposition myself to get rid of the unwanted erection.  Coach placed one of his hands on my right bare butt cheek to stop me from moving my hips.  I spontaneously raised my head and accidentally made contact with his cushy mansack.  To make things worse, I also bent my legs and my bound feet made contact with Coach’s face since he had raised up as a reaction to having his gonads smashed.  My cum drenched socked soles must have rubbed up against his nose…lips…mustache.  Oh shit!  He might have smelled my jism…tasted it…left some of my man juice on his tash for him to savor later.  Coach gripped my gluteus maximus with both hands to steady himself, bent his face down and continued to chew the snarled cords.  He began making grunting noises again, sounding more like rhythmic grunts…like grunts that is paired with thrusting during sex.  Oh shit.  His hips are moving…like jamming movements…as he gnawed on the knots.  His crotch was making contact with the back of my head.  Is that his tip that I am feeling?  Is he hard?  No.  Can’t be.  Coach is married with kids.  Why is this making me horny, again?  Oh yea.  I’m a teenager.  I am indefinitely horny.   How embarrassing?

Shortly thereafter, all the jump ropes were untied.  I pulled the knotted socks out of my mouth; leaving it still tied in the back, so I was wearing it like a scarf.  I came up with the escape artist excuse, grabbed my duffle bag and got the hell out of there.  Coach still had not uttered a word.  It wasn’t until I was about to exit the gym doors that I realized my ass was still exposed.  I stopped long enough to slip on my jeans and ran to my car…no shoes…wearing an unbuttoned baseball jersey…my best friend’s socks still wrapped around my neck.  

I went home and jerked off as I fantasized about a scenario in which Coach had fondled, spanked and fucked me.  In my fantasy, Coach is sitting on the bench with his cock sticking out of his shorts.  He pulls me backwards and forces me to sit on his peg which he had lubricated with his own spit.  He forces me down by pulling the back of the sock gag…his penis is buried in my asscheeks…his tip makes contact with my pucker hole…slowly he enters me…stretching my rectum…committing of crime of sodomy…rape.  Coach then bounces me up and down…like I’m a human fleshlight…a masturbatory aid..a device for discreet sperm collection.  My bound legs are between his legs.  My chest bowed and my nipples are poking straight ahead.  I am unable to get…What the fuck!  I just made myself rock hard.

I wanted to tell Rick, but the gag prevented me from forming audible words.  What a mess!  Something wasn’t right.  This situation is too much of a coincidence.  

I heard a vehicle pull up and the doors opening and closing.  Rick went outside to greet his client and I assume go over the rules.  What will Coach think when he sees me…my hands secured above my head…gagged, like I was the afternoon he found me in the locker room…my penis thickening up…wearing now a painfully tight jockstrap constricting my genital region?  I pulled on my bound wrist with the intentions to get one hand free so I could ungag myself, explain the situation to Coach, ask for assistance to escape and/or let him that I would never divulge his secret of being a potential sadistic pedophile.  No luck.  

Coach walked in wearing his signature Bike brand athletic polyester 4” inseam light-blue coaching shorts, white clingy polyester polo with a small light-blue tornado symbol located above the pocket, white tube socks with a light-blue classic triple pattern, light blue trucker hat and Nike Air Max shoes.  He was a good looking man with sultry brown eyes and thick salt and pepper hair.  Coach looked older than I remembered and he was sporting a grey mustache and full beard.  I believe he is about six feet tall, forty-two inch chest, thirty-four waist and size ten feet.  His has thick hairy arms and legs.  As crazy as it sounds, he looked like a cross between a mature Chippendale dancer and a sexy Santa Claus.  He must have known he drove all the women, and some men, crazy as he strutted in those close-fitting shorts that cupped his package and sometimes, you could see the outline of the head of his penis.  I believe the reason his shorts were so tight was because of his fat ass.  (He is the only man who has an ass as big as mine.)  There were many days during baseball season, I would get a woody by simply watching Coach’s ass wiggle like Jello in those shorts when he was running, climbing the bleachers or jumping in joy when his team doing well during a game.  

Coach walked over and he seemed like he immediately recognized me.  He had a weird facial expression that looked like he had a dislike for me.  As Coach approached me, I could smell his distinctive musky and Old Spice scent.  His presence triggered memories of the day he found me in the locker room shortly before having a mind-blowing orgasm.  I also remembered the conflicting emotions I had about Coach during my school years since I had a crush on him, but also perceived him as a father figure and mentor and he was present on the day of my most embarrassing and exhilarating life event.  He whispered in my ear, “Nice to see you again Michael.  Still not much of an escape artist, are you?  I am going to do what I wanted to do the day I found you helpless in the locker room.  Since then, there hasn’t been a day that I didn’t think about you.  The way you looked, so sexy and vulnerable.  How your muscular body felt as I moved you around to untie you, not to mention when I copped a feel of your beefy ass.  Also, as weird as it may sound the smell of your sock clad feet, which was like a mixture of laundry detergent, locker room funk and jism.  I got a whiffed of them when I was having to use my teeth to loosen the knot of your tethered ankles.  Since then when I make love to my wife, I was imaging that I am fucking your defenseless bubble butt in the locker room.  I wonder if you were blindfolded the day I found you, would I have molested you?   I think I would of chanced it.  Oh, by the way, we are not going to let them know we have a past.  But, I will tell you this, you little fucker, it will be the last time I pay.  I have a family to support.  From now on, you will make time to submit to me so I can get my fix.  The day I found you all bound up and gagged with one of your teammate’s baseball socks, it work up some deep-seated desire to dominate young men.  Think of it as you providing a service to the community since it will deter me from taking out my sexual frustrations on any young men including my players.  All good?”  I nodded.

Coach went behind me, unsnapped my jersey and he caressed my chest.  His chin was resting on my right clavicle.  He soon found my nipples, started flicking them until they were erect and then made me suffer the dreaded ‘nipple cripple’.  Instinctively, I raised one leg and pivoted.  Coach was displeased that I was squirming and broke his grip.  He said, “I can fix that!”  Coach grabbed the waistband of my jockstrap, yanked it down, and let it fall around my ankles.  My balls were tight and they held up my medium-hard pecker which was pointing forward.  I’m commando in front of the man of my dreams.  Coach bent down and yanked the jock strap from my ankles.  He then grabbed two long pieces of rope, tied one end of each rope around an ankle, forced me to spread my legs, and then tied each end to heavy eye bolts screwed in opposing walls.  He then went to the wall behind me and pushed the top button of the up/down momentary.  My arms were stretched further up and he stopped the winch when I was standing on my toes.  I was in a standing eagle with my arms outstretched and legs apart.  Coach has effectively restricted my movements.  His eyes were fixated on my waggling meat and two veggies since I was having uncontrollable leg movements due to being forced to stand on my toes.  Coach muttered, “Awesome.  You are a strapping young man.  Excuse me.  My strapping young man.”

Coach walked in front of me and began massaging my ballsac…rolled them around like marbles…slowly pulled them down and released…made them bounced by patting them.  This stimulated the blood circulation to and through my testes.  “Oh.  Nice jawbreakers.  Soft.  Warm.”, said Coach softly, sounding awestruck by the size and weight of my balls as well as the smoothness.  He said, “I can do anything I want with your family jewels and there is nothing you can do about it.”  The sensation was amazing and I felt tingling all over body.  With his free hand, he slipped the sock gag from my mouth and let it fall around my neck.  Coach pulled a handful of my mullet so my head tilted back.  He then planted his lips on mine.  Kissing a furry face takes necking to a whole other dimension.  After a few tongueless kisses, he then began lightly brushing his tongue along my lips.  I parted my lips and gently slid my tongue along his.  The kissing and tonguing intensified.  We were both moaning.  The sensation caused by the brushing of his beard and mustache against my chops was titillating.  There I was.  Totally helpless.  Exposed.  My erect cock wobbling as I was teetering on my alternate toes and balls of my feet.  Passionately kissing my former coach.  For a moment, forgetting there are two psychos watching this intimate exchange.

As my eyes were closed during or make out session, my mind was trying to make sense of this circumstance.  I had been infatuated with Coach throughout high school and apparently he had similar feelings ever since he discovered me in bondage.  If I had told him the truth that I was trying a technique for self-binding, as well as my feelings for him, we could have explored BDSM together throughout the years and I might have avoided being a kidnap victim.

Coach’s hand wrap around my balls and he held them in a vice-like grip.  The pain caused me to accidentally bite his lip.  Coach stepped back, wiped blood from his lip and chuckled.  He walked to the area of the wall where various gags were on display.  He chose a large red ball gag with leather straps and returned to where I was suspended.  I said, “Coach, please, it was an aaaaawwww.”  I was unable to finish my apology since he shoved the ball deep in my mouth and buckled the leather straps behind my head…I lost my chance to tell Coach that I was being held hostage…tell him that I was raped…beg him to save me.  “Silence is golden!”, he said.  Fucking hell!  Why didn’t I tell Coach when I had a chance that I had been kidnapped…that I needed him to save me?  I just got caught up in the moment…I was confused.  I can’t talk now…I mean, I physically can’t speak…can’t express myself directly with the huge ball wedged in my mouth.  All I can do was make angry “mmphing“ sounds…I couldn’t speak coherently at all.  I was trying to yell, “Help!  Untie me, right now!“, but it just came out as, “ HMM-MY MM, MMMYH HMMOW!“

Coach again grabbed my gonads with one hand and then swatted my taunt balls with his other palm.  I scream into my gag as the pain washed over me.  He whispered in my ear, “Yea.  That mouth restraint was a good idea.  It is an effective silencer except for the sweet muffled noises you will be making as I have my way with you.  Remember what I taught you…perfect attitude…perfect effort…bring your ‘A’-game.”  Right as I am able to collect myself, I felt Coach’s open palm connect with my balls again.  “Mmmuuufff!”  I looked down and was surprised to see my rock hard cock was dripping.  My nuts were an angry red color.

Coach went to a cabinet and pulled out some supplies.  In between my spread legs, he placed a power box (electrical device that converts the DC which comes out of the power adaptor into AC) with four channels.  He squirted electro conductive gel on his index finger and smeared on my nipples and testicles.  Next he pushed a cock ring to the base of my penis and he slipped my balls in a stretchy scrotum sac attached to the cock ring.  He plugged leads into holes of the scrotum sack.  Coach then snapped e-stim electro clamps with dangling connection cables on my erect nipples.  The pain was intense.  I was shaking my head and made “uh uh uh” sounds as I was pleading for Coach to stop.  He ignored me.  Finally, he lubed an electro prostate stimulator and inserted in my ass.  The prostate stimulator had a slightly curved bulbous head and a second part that hugged the skin that extends between my anus and the base of my testicles.  He plugged one end of a cable into the prostate stimulator.  All the ends of the cables were inserted into channels of the power box.  This layout allowed each channel to get the full power and unintended interaction between the channels were impossible.  Having four channels allows for more varied play by stimulating my nips, dick, balls, and tant at different or the same time.  He picked up the power box and stood about four feet in front of me.  He said, “Let me explain.  This sleeve surrounding your man berries has lots of small electrodes inside.  It allows power to flow right though your balls and to your penis due to the metal cock ring.  Another function of the cock ring is to help maintain a longer-lasting and harder erection.  I can define the level and frequency of stimulation, it can go from light tickling to awful pain.  The prostate massager will deliver deep rumbly vibrations in ten different patterns.  The more bulbous top inside you is the actual prostate massager and the lower half is a perineum massager.”  Coach turned a dial and I felt a buzzing in my balls.  Coach turned another dial and a felt light tickling on my prostate and perineum.  It felt pleasant.  With these devices now stimulating me, my cock went rock hard, as if it had even softened.  He turned the final two dials and the e-stim electro clamps on my nipples came to life.  This was painful.  “Aaaawwww…eeeuuuu.”

Coach looked like he was playing with a controller for a PlayStation.  Instead of playing a video game, he was manipulation my most sensitive erogenous zones.  He would use the highest setting for the electro prostate stimulator which caused pearly prostatic fluid to leak from my piss slit.  When I was close to having an orgasm, the prostate stimulator would be turned off and the dials for my nips and balls would be turned to the highest setting sending waves of electricity.  As my entire body tensed up, I would lose my erection.  Thankfully the ball gag keeps me from biting down when the electricity was turned on.  Also, I think Coach was enjoying my muffled responses…screams…moans…sloppy sucking noises.  Then after the electrical current ended,  the prostate stimulator would kick in full force.  After a while, he put the power box on autopilot and just watched..listened…enjoyed.  He got his wish…to have me vulnerable…to punish me…to tease me…to be entertained by me.

Coach used surgical scissors to cut off the jersey.  I am totally helpless and wearing only baseball socks.  Since my extremities are stretched, it kept my trashing to a minimum.  I am slinging pre-cum and/or prostatic fluid all over the place.  I am screaming as loudly as I can, but the noises I am making sounded like muffled groans and cries of ecstatic bliss.  This mixture of pleasure and pain, which should be deeply incompatible, was giving me the most erotic experience that I ever had in my life.

Obviously, Coach was enjoying the show.  He walked behind me and massaged my shoulders, back, buttocks, thighs, and calves.  He even rubbed the soles and heels of my socked feet which were accessible since I was bound in a tight standing eagle position causing me to stand on my tippy toes.  It was as if Coach wanted to explore every inch of my body.  The gag prevented me from verbal diarrhea since I wanted to pledge my everlasting devotion, beg to cum with the promise to cum again later; if he so desires, offer my orifices for his pleasure, tell him how handsome he was, etc.  

Coach then moved to my front and took a knee.  He placed his hands on my hips and stared at my groin.  He said, “Look at that one-eyed monster.  I bet it taste better than it looks.”  With that being said, he swallowed my meat helmet.  Coach was teasing me…by circling his tongue around my penis head, using the least amount of pressure as possible.  Feelings of pure ecstasy rose up through my shaft to my entire body.  My knob is in Coach’s furry cakehole!  It was so hot since he is tasting me, in the most intimate way; as well wanting to pleasure me that is immediate and direct.  His mouth was warm and his tongue was slippery.  He slowly let my dick slid across his rough tongue a couple of inches and then make his way back to my tip.  My boner slipped out of his mouth.  He then lathered up extra saliva, tilt his head to the side, pucker his lips, and ran his mouth and tongue up and down my shaft.  What an amazing mustache ride.  I wanted to grab the cocksucker’s head, so I can fuck his mouth; but I have no use of my hands.  I have no control in this mouth bath.  He again engulfed my cock and while my dick was inside his mouth, Coach applied steady focused pressure on my meathead and licked in circles.  Aaaawwwww.  Then he held his tongue against the side of my shaft for an up and down lick each time.  Next he held my shaft with his firm hand and began twisting his hand back and forth, like he was turning kaleidoscope, giving me an extra sensation as he gave me a proper blowy…simultaneously moving his hand and mouth up and down my joystick.  I could feel my cock pulsing wildly as Coach proved he was definitely an expert at giving a blowjob.  He had stopped his powerful sucking motion and then used his tongue played havoc around my cock head and in my piss slit.  He then reached around and began pulling my hips back and forth as went down hard on me.  Wow…he is getting my entire erect cock in his mouth.  I felt his nose pressing in my pubic area as he took a deep smell of my pubes.  Fuck!  No gag reflex.  I loved feeling his whiskers on the base of my cock and my balls.  How did he learn to give such a magnificent gobby?  I knew I was close.

Coach slowly backed his head away and my chubby popped out.  He said, “Yea.  A man knows what feels good for another man.  Getting a knob gobbling from your girlfriend won’t feel as good.”  He turned off the power box and my body went limp since I was no longer being shocked.  I immediately missed receiving pleasure from the prostate stimulator and being sucked off.

Coach removed all his clothes except his athletic socks.  The last article clothing he peeled off was a jockstrap, like I was wearing, but it was light blue.  Fuck!  I want to steal those and add to my collection.  Coach had a flawless thick and hairy Italian body.  First, his backside was exposed and I noticed the wiggling of his big hairy ass.  As he turned, I nearly creamed at the sight of his muscular hairy chest, suckable nipples, and bird nest (untamed pubic area of a male that specifically alludes to the testicles and the penis as two eggs and a bird).  Coach had the most beautiful tool and nuts that I had ever seen.  The skin tone of his dick and balls were slightly darker than the rest of his body.  His cock was veiny and his mushroom tip was the shape that my high school health teacher said was good at scooping semen. (If a female has been inseminated by another male within a brief period of time, the next male in sequence has the opportunity to scoop out or displace the prior male’s semen from the female’s reproductive tract, so he can substitute his semen for those of his rivals.  The larger the mushroom, the better the scooping.)  I loved the fact that Coach’s huge stones were covered in fur.  He reminded me of a charter in Leo Ravenswood’s comic called The Abduction of the Original Great White Hunter.

Coach walked over to the wall and pushed the down button of an up/down momentary switch and my arms were lowered to my sides.  He then pulled my hands behind my back and used a padlock to attach the cuffs together.  I was able to grasp his pre-erect penis.  It was warm and the skin was soft and silky smooth.  The realization that I was clutching Coach’s manhood made me dizzy.  I wanted to caress it, lick it, suck it, and push it in my poop chute.  Coach broke free and returned to wall where the up/down momentary switch was located and pushed the up button.  My bound arms were lifted behind me until I forced to bend forward…like I was bowing to royalty…then by the use of rope that ran from my wrists to a securing point above.…my bound wrist were dangling more than a foot above my waist.  My feet were flat on the ground…my rump out…my meat rose was exposed.  Coach intentionally reduced my ability to struggle, as my body was placed in an awkward position and any struggling on my part, could result in losing balance.  This is considered as a strappado bondage position.  

Coach removed all the devices used to electrocute and stimulate me.  He started applying lube to his penis and it grew to a monstrous size.  It had to be 9” and the girth was huge.  He went behind me and said, “My boy…with your outspread legs…bent forward…your exposed  dewy bronze eye…hhhhuumm…I bet that’s a tight asshole…this is going to feel great.”  He grabbed my waist to hold me in place.  I could feel his large and bulbous bell end pressed my bunghole.  Oh! Oh!  This is going to happen…I’m going to be violated by my adult crush.  Coach began slowly pushing in his cock.  “Mmmmuuuffff!”  It was less than twenty-four hours when I lost my virginity.  If I had a cherry; the guy from yesterday would have reached it, but Coach is about to annihilate it.  Also last night seemed more like a sexual assault, but this was different; I had feelings for Coach and desperately wanted to please this man.  To me, this was going to have my first homosexual intercourse.  I tried my best to relax my sphincter muscles by taking deep breaths and I was backing up as much as I could.  He continued pushing in, murmuring to me “Damn!  So tight.  Good news, it’s getting wider. Just a little more!  Come on.  Work with me.”  I pushed out like I was going to take a shit which was what needed to happen since all the sudden, Coach’s tip had began to enter me.

I felt a sharp pain as his bell head penetrated my anus.  I believe I just experienced an anal fissure, a tiny tear in the anal canal.  I had one in the past when I had a really large bowel movement.  Instinctively, I lunged forward due to the pain…trying to dislodge Coach’s tip.  Coach also moved forward suddenly, in a thrusting manner.  He remained in me…just as deep…his entire bell head is in my rectum…my anal sphincter constricting around the neck of Coach’s penis.  Next thing I know, my feet were no longer on the floor.  My feet are flexed and my toes pointed toward the floor.  I was suspended about two inches from the floor.   I am bent over more and my arms are now perpendicular to my back.  I am lucky that I didn’t dislocate my shoulders.  Oh fuck!  I am in a horizontal suspension, being held up my Coach’s cock. 

Coach let go of my waist and due to gravity, I began sliding down Coach’s fuck stick.“Mmmmmmuuufff!”  I yelled at the top of my lungs, “No…no…no…Coach stop!  You’re too big to fit up in there…ow…ow…ow!”  The noise heard in the room sounded like, “um um.  Mmuuufff.  Rrrrrrrrr.”  Coach said out loud so my abductors could hear, “Oh yea…the gag was a good idea.  Ha!  Ha!  Ha!  Love the mumbling noise.  Should have shoved the jock in his piehole and cover with something like tape.  That would have been the most effective gag.”  My toes finally made contact with the floor as my ass mounds pressed against Coach’s mons pubis, the area below his abdomen that is shaped like an upside-down triangle and extends from his pubic hairline to his genitals.  “Oooohhh!  Fucking shit!  This booty boy feels good…good and tight…oh….yea…I think I can get in a little further.  Ooooohhhh!  What I have been missing all these years?  Fucking a guy’s fudgehole is extraordinary…sensational…nasty, but in a good way.  Getting what I need…not worried that you will get knocked up.”

I initially felt a rush of excitement that Coach was fully inside me followed by but fear that he would further tear me open.  He held onto my hips as he slowly started pulling his cock out, and just before his tip was about to exit my rosy eye, he slowly, but forcefully, pushed his entire boner back in my rectum.  It felt like taking a huge poop in reverse.  

Once he passed my sphincter muscles; there’s no more resistance…no longer painful.  It was an enormously full feeling.  He began fucking me…slowly at first…with small stabbing poo stokes…after about ten strokes, he would pause…allowing me to relax…and then he would begin boning down on me again.   At first, it felt like I needed to take a piss due to the friction caused my his cock against my prostate gland. Then the prostate stimulation began feeling insanely good.  My rectum envelop his entire huge cock.  Coach stated, “Fuck your boipussy just clamped down on my cock.”  He began increasing thrusting harder…and harder…and harder.   I loved and hated the unlawful sodomy.

I looked ahead in the mirror.  There I was, gagged, drooling, cuffed wrist lifted behind my back causing me to hunch over, and legs spread wide.  My cock was swinging wildly as this manly man was penetrating me.  I am unprotected and and now just a fuck-hole for Coach’s enjoyment.  Coach’s jaw was dropped and his eyes were closed.  Luckily, there was a wall mirror to my right and I got a great view of Coach’s thick meat going in and out of me as well as his ass shaking as his pelvis made contact with my ass.  His thrusts had become rough and each time as deep as he could go in my pooper  I believe Coach fucked me at times in different angles with the intentions of hurting me…punishing me.  Coach’s sweaty, low-hanging balls smacked up against me with each breathtaking plunge.  “Fuck, my wife can’t even take it all..ooooohhhh.  Let’s go deeper!  Good boy!  Use those ring muscles in that butt.  Give it your all!”, he yelled.  Due to the angle of his thrusts and size of his big girth, my prostate was getting rubbed real good and hard.  As his cock is pounding away on my swollen prostrate, I felt spunk building up inside me, and I knew if he carried on much longer, I would explode.  Just then, Coach reach his climax.  I heard him crying out, his hands were slapping my buttocks and then I felt a rush of cum being deposited in me.  Rather than pull out, he continued to fuck me.  He said, “Come on boy.  Let’s go!  Let’s go!  I want some sweet prostate milk.”  Coach’s slippery fluid in my anal canal adding to pleasure I was experiencing, I climaxed and my cock started squirting cum everywhere.   I tried to announce that I had ejaculated, but all Coach heard was, “MPH! MPHMPH! MPH! MPH! MMPH! MPH!”  Coach’s held his pecker in my ass as he softens slightly.  He withdrew leaving me feeling loose, sloppy and empty.  I can’t explain why, but I felt special.  A man that I have admired and lusted for…for years…screwed me…I mean…of all my former teammates as well as many other young men he coached…it was me that he seeded…it was me…the only male…that he ever wanted to suck and fuck.

Coach looked into the camera and said, “Shit!  I could feel when this bottom was about to have an orgasm from anal penetration. His sphincter starts to spasm and pulsate making it tight and loosed at a rapid rate.  His anal cavity tried to push my tool out during the orgasm and I could feel the tightness of his sphincter opening once the orgasm is over.  I want to do that again…and again…and again!”

Coach knelt in front of me, reached under me and caught the last drops of milky fluid oozing from my pee-hole onto his finger.  He then put his finger in his mouth and sucked the spunk off.  He said, “Hey, you have prize-winning juice, man.”  He grabbed my jockstrap, wiped up some of my spermatic fluid off the floor and tossed it over where his clothes were located.  “A memento of the best fuck I ever had.”, he said.  “Hey!”, I thought.  I wanted to keep those.  At least he could do is trade and let me keep his athletic supporter.

Coach decided to take a shower before he got dressed.  Once he closed the bathroom door, Rick entered with Bear.  I could see the family resemblance.  The difference was Bear was not as tall as Rick and had more of a beer belly.  His hair was the same auburn color, but instead of a scraggly beard like Rick, Bear only had facial stubble.  He was was wearing hunting camo and brown roper boots.  Bear went behind me and Rick stood in front of me.  Rick unbuckled the ball gag and it dropped to the floor.  I then heard the distinct sound of zippers.  Before I could ask for mercy, Rick forced his massive dick in my mouth.  “Hhhuuufff.”  The taste was like a combination of stale piss, sweat, and cheesy feet.  In other words, it tasted fucking great.  His member filled my mouth and he pumped it down my throat while holding the sides of my face.  Rick said, “Aawwww, yea.  Good head.  No teeth and use that tongue. Hhhuummm good faggot.  That was the hottest shit we ever saw.  Bear and I were so horny that we did something we never done and that was choking our chickens in front of each other.  Hope you don’t mind that I plan to finish off in you.”  That was a rhetorical question but he took the slurping and gasping noises I was making as an affirmative response.  Rick then said, “Get after that pork pocket!  We don’t have much time”.  With that being said, Bear slammed his cock inside me.  Bear said, Ffffuuuuuccckkk.  Sloppy seconds are the best!  Gotta thank Coach for loosing you up and leaving nature’s best jelly in your behind.”  Bear was amused that Rick called my anus a “pork pocket” and the cousins started exchanging slang words for my orifices they were abusing such as tater hole, playing the flute, rear rocket dock, face hole, shit pipe, chocolate highway, log chopper, magic Mike’s munch and bone smooch.  Their juvenile behavior just added to my humiliation.  The room was filled with sloppy wet sex noises as my orifices were being assaulted and weird utterances from the three of us which sounded like,  “Haag…Uugh…Aaah….Mmmfffp!  Unnf….Mmm-ahh….A-aahh…Ahn…Mngh-ph!  Uhmn…Ah…Nnnf…A-a-ahhmmn…Ah…Ah…Nnhg…Uh-uhh…Haahhh…Mmmm-mmh….Nnmm.”

While I was being spit-roasted, I could hear Coach singing in the shower.  He was oblivious to what was happening to me and could not hear the moaning, ass slapping, and taunting.  I wanted to yell for help since I thought of myself as now belonging to Coach and he would not tolerate other men messing with personal property.  However, Rick’s cock was better that any gag in silencing me.  The only noises I could make was slurping and soft gasps for breaths with the only slightest noise I could make which sounded like, “muuuffffssss…slurp…muuffffssss….muuffffssss…gguuurrrlller.”  Bear said, “I’m close.  I’m close.   Oooooooohhhhh.  Yeaaaaa.  Fucking cum guzzler!”  His body convulsed as he shot his wad.  Rick said, “Move!”  Bear was now in front of me and replacing the ball gag.  Rick unceremonious entered me.  Of all of the men who fucked me in the last few hours, Rick was the biggest.  As he furiously screwed me, Bear moved to my side and started milking me like a cow.  I was rock hard and my testicles started tightening up.  Rick reached underneath my chest, found my nipples and began lightly tugging on them.  I was getting close and so was Rick.  I experienced a tingling sensation and my heart was racing.  My breathing became rapid and muscles tensed, including anal and sphincter muscles.  As I felt Rick’s muscles at the base of his penis contacting, a rapid ejection of semen shot out of me.  As I yelled in my gag, “uuuuummm huuumming.”  Bear was softly caressing my ballsac during my emission.  Simultaneously, Rick had a powerful ejaculation in me; filling me with his warm juice.  Rick and Bear zipped up their pants, chuckled and ran out like naughty boys.  I’m left there hanging.

Shortly thereafter, Coach exited the bathroom and began dressing.  Rick’s voiced boomed over the intercom as he informed Coach that his time was ended and Bear would drive him back to his car.  Coach crouched next to and whispered in my ear, “Every other Saturday, my wife plays bridge with the ladies of her Sunday school class and my teenage kids usually make plans with their friends.  That gives me time to visit you.  Maybe you can do a little self-bondage before I arrive, struggle to get loose in my presence while I enjoy a few beers as I watch games on ESPN and then I’ll hump you when I’m ready.  You can be my half time entertainment…smash your back door in for twenty minutes or so…if I don’t cum…then you can suck me off as I go back watching the game.  After the game…force you to endure hours of butt sex…play with your mushroom head penis…play with your plums…whatever I want to do.  I have a screenshot of the website where I found you prostituting yourself.  Nice touch to advertise that you are a kidnap victim.  If you deny me, I will share the screenshot with your parents”.  

Wow!  He thinks I was a willing participant and is now blackmailing me.  Now I am angry.  He only sees me as a cheap whore and a vessel to deposit his cum.  I said, “You’re nothing but a fucking anal intruder.”  However, what Coach heard was “hhhhuumm huuummm” which I am sure sounded like I was agreeing to his terms.  Damn this gag.  Coach reached to my backside and started fingering me.  He said, “Best fuck ever.”  He was pleasantly surprised that globs of semen was falling from my ass.  Coach stated, “Damn.  I had no clue that I had cummed that much.”  I wanted to emasculate him by telling him the puddle of opalescent fluid he was causing on the floor was not just his jism, but also spunk from two other men, as well as let him know he was only second biggest dick that fucked me today.  Instead, all he heard was, “huummm aaawww uuukked hum hum.”  Coach licked his fingers, stood up, slapped my ass hard and left.

Rick untied the ropes so I was no longer in the stappado position.  He left the leather restraints on my wrist and he did not remove the gag.  He tied my ankles together.  Rick placed a cloth sack with a drawstring over my head and pulled the drawstring so the sack enclosed my head.  Everything went dark.  Rick threw me over his shoulder and informed me that it was time to go home.  His right palm was between my asscheeks and his meaty index and middle fingers were deep in my pooper and his left hand was holding my bound ankles.  Rick said, “Hope you don’t mind my fingers in your leather cheerio.”  He finger fucked me as he carried me to my vehicle.  It sounded someone walking in mud and I could feel leftover men’s spunk trickle down my gooch.  He stood me up just outside my vehicle and was told if I needed to piss, this would be the time.  From behind, he wrapped one arm around my chest and the other around my cock.  A steady steam of urine came out of me.  Rick shook off the last drops of dew and squeezed my balls for good measure.

I was placed on my stomach in the cargo area of my Jeep Cherokee and my bound feet were tied to the padlock connecting the leather restraints around my wrist.  Hogtied again!  Déjà vu!

I have no recollection of the travel home since I slept the entire way. I was physically exhausted. 

I was awoken when I heard Rick open the liftgate.  He untied the rope securing my wrist to my ankles, removed the hood and I was carried into my house through the interior door of the garage.  He made his way to the master bedroom.  The blinds were close so we could not be seen by the neighbors.  He said, “You made us a lot of money and we had a lot of fun.  How about one for the road?”  My response was, “No.  Please.  I am tired and sore.  Y’all had your fun.  Please let me go and get the fuck out of my home.”  What he heard was, “uuumm.  Eeess. Aaahh mmmuumm.  Hem ummmm uuukm hhhuumm.”  Rick said, “Your a motherfucking freak.  Listen to you begging me to screw you.  If you had said no, I would have left you alone.  But since you are such a good boy, I will be more than happy to play another game of hide the sausage with you.”  He picked me up and gently placed me on my stomach, ass up, on the bed.  He shoved a pillow under my hips.  I couldn’t help but think that my neighbors have no idea that I have been man-napped in my own home.  They don’t know I am bound and tightly gagged.  They can’t save me from being raped…again.

Rick removed his shoes and clothes except for his dirty grey boot socks.  His was a hairy bear with salami tits, huge ass, massive balls and of course, his tree stump that he is about to plant in me again.  He was already erect.  Rick climbed on top of me, placed his thick member against my anus and pushed passed my sphincter muscles.  There was no need for lubricant since I was still full of sticky cum.  His big long pole glided in deep and then he lifted his pelvis until only the tip was inside me.  Then with brutal force, he shoved his entire dick in.  I heard his balls slap my tiny patch of sensitive skin between my balls and asshole.  Instinctively, my legs bent backwards and my stocking heels made contact with Rick’s hairy booty.  I  turned to face him as best I could and made eye contact.  I shook my head as I closed my eyes and give out a cry of….excitement.  Oh shit.  I am actually enjoying myself.  He stared at me, moving gradually faster in time and depth.  I tried talking to him: “AAAAAAHHH!  MPH! MPHMPH! MPH! MPH! MMPH!  EEEEEE!  MPH!” (You won.  I now belong to you.  Now, take off the gag!  Kiss me!)  He shoved my head down into the pillow as he as he said, “Shut the fuck up!”  His sweat was dripping on my back as he pushed into me more and more, going ever faster.  I moved my hips to try and please him and touched his abdomen every chance I could.  To my surprise, my dick was firm again and the friction against the pillow was about to cause me lose another load.  Either I was making too much noise or Rick wanted to hold on something to get more traction, he wrapped his hands around my gagged mouth and pulled my head back.  The way my back was arched backwards, as well as the fact my crossed ankles are bound; my anus was tighter and my butt cheeks were clenched, giving more resistance while he was grinding his prick between my crack and hungry anal canal.  Rick said, “I am about to dump my load.  You fucking bitch!  Your tight tight fucking man cunt feels so good!  OOOOOOHHHHH YEA!”  For the second time, Rick shot his baby-making juice in me.  He laid on me and slowly went soft in me.  He was kissing, nibbling and nuzzling my neck.  His facial hair felt awesome against my skin.  I was floundering under him since I was so close myself.  I tried my best to control my external sphincter and pelvic floor muscles, so I could apply pressure around Rick’s penis and get him aroused again.  I think all I accomplished by constricting his flaccid dick was squeezing the remaining semen out of his urethra into me.  I was begging him to keep fucking my fart box and/or touch me in a way so I could climax, but either he didn’t understand my garbled speech and/or he selfish since he got off me and left me there with blue balls.

Rick got off the bed, dressed and went into my walk-in closet.  He returned with a handful of ties and a pair of my dirty briefs.  He removed the ball gag and immediately shoved my briefs in my mouth.  He wrapped a tie around my head a couple of times, pulled from the back so the tie wedged between my teeth and forcing the briefs further in my mouth.  Rick then bent my legs and with another tie, passed one end between my bound ankles and passed the other between the fabric of the tie wrapped around my head and the nap of my neck.  He pulled ends of the third tie causing my head to arch toward my rear and legs bent backwards, as if he was trying to touch my toes to my head.  Then he just started tying as many knots he could.  It looked like I was doing yoga.

Rick slowly moved his face toward mine.  He put his lips over my lips and began lapping the cloth stuffed in my mouth with his tongue.  I closed my eyes wishing I was not gagged and could move my head, but the restrictive position I was bound in kept my head arched and looking forward.  Then all the sudden, he pinch my nose, and began to choke me.  I was totally defenseless.  All I could do was wiggle my fingers and flex my feet.  Rick had total control of my life by preventing me from breathing through my gagged mouth which was sealed with his mouth and pinched nose, as well as restricting my airways in my neck.  He was moaning loudly, “Haumm!  Haumm!”, letting me know he is aware that he was in charge.  Rick released my neck since he was confident that I could not breathe through my mouth and nose.  He shoved two or three fingers of his free hand in my unprotected back door and began attacking my prostate.  My body’s natural response to the lack of breath, signaling danger, was releasing hormones such as adrenaline and endorphins.  There was a very intense, pleasurable feeling in my genitals and throughout my body, causing me to start creaming.  “Uuuuuhhhhhmmmmm!  Hum!  Hum!  Hummmmmm.”  Rick removed his hands as my body started convulsing due to the intense assgasm.  

Rick unlocked the padlocks on the leather restraints and freed my wrist.  Rick grabbed the ball gag and leather restraints with one hand, patted my socked feet with his other hand and just left without saying a word.  He was smart since he knew it would take time to untie the knots and I could not yell for help or call 911 until I could remove the gag.  This gave him time to get miles away before I am loose.  

After I was totally free, I looked in the garage and saw that Rick’s vehicle was gone.  I closed the garage door and made sure all the doors were locked.  I found a thousand dollars on my kitchen table.  I took a shower and crawled into my bed.  

Around three o’clock in the morning, I woke up with a boner.  Over by the bed was the baseball socks I was made to wear the previous day.  I picked the moist socks and took a whiff.  It was the unmistakable smell of cum.  Could it have come from Rick, Bear, Coach and/or me?  I will never wash them.  

I couldn’t stop thinking how many men within just a few hours desired me…screwed me… visibly enjoyed me bound and gagged.  I wanted more similar experiences.

I went to the computer, accessed my Recon account and sent a message to Rick.  In the message, I wrote, “I’m in.  If y’all ever need me again for your business, please contact me.”  Within minutes I got a response that stated, “Great.  We will be in touch.”  I thought about the last two days, jerked off and went to bed a happy man.

I was contacted a few weeks later.  Rick said he would pick me up the following Friday night and transport me to hunting camp.  He would leave a brown paper bag on my back porch sometime during the week with instructions and clothing.  Rick said the first client has a thing for Boy Scouts.

As promised, I found a bag of bondage supplies, a Boy Scout uniform, red bikini briefs with the Superman “S” emblem on the crotch area and handwritten instructions.  On Friday, I took off early from work.  I showered, shaved, and brush my teeth before putting on the underwear and uniform.  It consisted of tan scout uniform shirt with patches, short short olive green pants, red neckerchief, knee high olive green wool socks and vintage scouts sock garters with red tabs which scouts use to wear to hold their socks in place both for neatness and warmth. (The garter straps were hidden by folding over the top of the socks and only the decorative red tabs showing.)  I noticed the troop number was sixty-nine.  Left in the bag were a pair of handcuffs, zip ties, aviator style blindfold, and ball gag (exactly the gag I wore a few weeks earlier).  The first instruction was to place a dining room chair in the middle of living room with the back of the chair facing the french patio doors.  I was to sit in the chair and bind my ankles with a zip tie.  Then I was to gag myself, put on the blindfold and finally cuff my wrist behind the chair.

Hours passed.  I’m sitting there with my limbs bound, gagged, and blindfolded.  I started to panic since I was thinking Rick was not coming for me.  Maybe it is some sick joke.  He is such a sadistic fucker!  How would I get loose?  The back of the dinning room chair was too high for me to pull my arms over the top.  My sock feet were slippery against the wood floor so I could not push the heavy chair from where I was located.  Even if I could, I can’t see where I going and if the chair tips over, I could seriously hurt myself.  It just dawned on me that I don’t have the keys to the cuffs.  How will I explain the Boy Scouts uniform?  I can’t believe that I haven’t learned my lesson about self-bondage.  I felt a wad of precum travel through my urethra and the warm liquid discharging from my chubby.  Great!  I will probably have a hands-free orgasm which will make things worse.

I heard the patio door open.  

I had wrestled for the first time in my sophomore year of high school. It was a very late start, but the wrestling team was short by several guys due to ineligibility. This was going to last well into the season. Since I knew the coach from football, he began to recruit newcomers. Me and four other victims he thought had potential, agreed to join without having a clue what we were doing.

Normally I would have been happy to say no in favor of the freedom to do whatever with my after-school time. But the coach had a pretty convincing pitch.

He explained how the season would go and that it would not be as grueling as football season, since he knew there was little chance of qualifying for state. Then in hopes of making a connection, he ran through the roster of guys who were still eligible. I had never paid attention to wrestling, so I had no idea who was on the team. He rattled off a couple of names I recognized from the football team, guys with whom I did not socialize. I knew their names though, because they were a few with very memorable features I learned about in the locker room after football practice.

Rich was among the seasoned wrestlers I recognized. He was a smallish guy, not muscular but very energetic and talented as a quarterback on the football team. He was also a gifted wrestler and looked amazing in his gray practice singlet. His memorable feature – aside from a pretty face, smile, and curly dark hair, was a man-sized package. I was envious of its proportions compared to his small body. His substantial balls were neatly positioned behind a thick, loose-skinned dick which hung down so that the tip extended below his sack by a generous half inch.

Two years earlier, in math class Rich and I sat across the aisle from each other. I was slightly farther back from his desk. One day I noticed a rustling across the aisle. Rich was repositioning a hard-on. It was an effort for this eighth grader to conceal his engorged dick under his jeans. Doing his best to relieve the pressure, it was now pointing up and to his right side resting in the crease between his thigh and stomach. There was little he could do to conceal its mass. But now it was not really “resting”, or just lying there in the contour – no, it was raging hard and threatening to bust the rivets of his Levi’s. I will never forget this image. When the coach read his name, I was sold.

Two years later, Rich had not been very friendly during football season, but he was different in wrestling. He enjoyed the sport, more than football, which might explain why he was friendlier. He was helpful and friendly to us new guys, knowing we had a lot of catching up to do. He even spent extra time with a couple of us after practice a few times a week.

Coach usually paired us new guys up to let the experienced guys sharpen their skills with other skilled wrestlers. One afternoon Rich offered to help me with a particular move I was trying to improve. He may have seen me as promising or, maybe he was just being nice. Whatever the case, we planned to go a few rounds to get the feel of the real meet. The first round he went easy on me, letting me execute my move with success. The second round was a little tougher and I did not get my advantage as easily as before. I had to work hard at it. By the third round he was finished taking it easy on me. His holds were tighter, and he moved much quicker. All this made me work even harder. He noticed my added effort and seemed to be enjoying this. He particularly enjoyed the moments when he dominated – not just having the upper hand, but total control. As he aggressively pinned my face to the mat at one point, I heard him say under his breath, through gritted teeth “you like that? Huh?”. Not in a mean or aggressive way though. It was as if it turned him on to have total control over me.

I fought harder and escaped his hold only to find myself upside down nearly pinned to the mat, with my arms locked around his waist and his crotch on my face. He could not get my shoulders to the mat because my legs were free, and I was holding his waist too tightly. Only now, he seemed to let up just a bit, not so aggressively manipulating me as before. It was all I could do to maintain my hold and not be distracted by the warmth of his package on my face. He was pressing into me so firmly that I could feel the thickness of his dick next to my nose and the size of one ball on my cheek. The smell of sweat was slightly intoxicating. I was not sure how I was going to get out of this hold – and I wasn’t sure I cared. Then, just as the buzzer sounded, signifying the end of the last round, and my certain loss to this expert. I loosened my hold on his waist and I swear he took a moment to grind his hips back and forth on my face a few times giving me one more good feel of his manhood! And, I was almost certain his dick was now slightly firmer.

As he rolled off me and I picked myself up, it was confirmed – the outline of his dick was bigger than usual in that stunning gray singlet. The eye-catching package made my heart race.

But Rich did not acknowledge the events of that match. And his demeanor did not change for the negative. He was neither embarrassed nor concerned about my “close encounter”. Indeed, he seemed unaffected.

A few days passed. I continued to watch for those moments when Rich was “in the zone” so to speak and enjoying his domination. It excited me – so much so that I had fantasized about being pinned under his crotch on multiple of my bedtime jerk off sessions. This fantasizing would prove problematic.

Rich and I were perfecting more of my techniques after a later practice, this time in preparation for an upcoming match. I found myself in another precarious and exciting hold under Rich’s control again. This time it was not my face, but my upper arm, and I had a perfect view. By no means did I have the advantage, but I was not going to let go. My upper arm was smashed against his groin pushing his jewels to one side with some force. With my head against his stomach looking straight at the outline of his dick, he had pinned my other arm behind me, rendering it useless. I had my one free arm between his legs gripping desperately for a hold on the other side on his ass cheeks. Then, a wave of panic washed over me. The immensity of his package all pushed together by the force of my bicep began to make my dick hard. And Rich had a perfect view of the event from his position of dominance.

The buzzer sounded and I scrambled to untangle from his hold. Rich did not draw attention to my misfortune. Of course, I said nothing and headed to the locker room.

I proceeded to undress and shower. I was halfway through a very quick wash and rinse when Rich walked in and removed his towel, casually hanging it just inside the shower room. He seemed agitated. I didn’t want to antagonize him, so I said nothing. I finished and left the shower room dripping and hurried back to my locker to dry off. Now dry, I had just finished pulling on my underwear when Rich entered the confined space where both our lockers happened to be. As I sat on the bench pulling on my socks he spoke.

“Did you forget something?” he said in an ominous tone as if I was supposed to know.

“Uh… I don’t think so” I stammered, continuing to struggle with my socks.

“You were supposed to say that… you… liked… it.” he said slowly and deliberately.

“Liked what?” I said, innocently.

“You know… what I mean…” is all he said.

Then he stepped in front of me and removed his towel. He was straddling my right leg with his liberally sized soft dick just inches from my chest.

“You like my cock… don’t you? You can’t deny it gave you a boner.” he said convincingly, while nodding.

“…and you should get on your knees and give it some attention.” he said very deliberately and with authority. This was the dominator Rich coming out.

When I didn’t object right away, he knew he had me. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me forward and down as if I should get on my knees. So, I got to my knees.

“You want me to give you a blowjob?” I asked with little to no protest in my voice.

“I want you to give me some respect.” was all the more he said as he put his hand on the back of my head, turning it slightly with his other hand, and pushing the side of my face into his crotch like that time on the mat a few days earlier.

I understood what he wanted now – and it was what I had fantasized about. I nuzzled his ample soft dick and large balls with my face, burying my nose in the fold of skin between them. I moved my head back and forth, touching every inch of his flesh with my face. I dug into the folds between his balls and his leg with my face, licking the depths of this freshly washed crease, then repeated on the other side. He lifted one leg and rested his foot on the bench next to me as I proceeded under his balls and bathed that area all the way down, almost to his clean-smelling hole.

Up to this point his dick had remained soft, which I thoroughly enjoyed. But now his dick was beginning to lengthen. It hung lower and lower as it filled with blood and began to swell, and as I continued to worship it, caressing it with my face, nose, and lips. Then, as was inevitable, it began to arch upward stiffening and thickening steadily. It nodded slightly with each heartbeat that forced more firmness into the lengthening shaft. The head doubled in size and grew smooth and tight as if it might explode. The heat emanating from this living idol I was worshiping was making my head spin. It needed more attention, so I reached up, wrapping my hand around the base, and pulled it down slightly toward my mouth. With the entire width of my tongue, I licked the underside, starting at my hand, licking all the way up to the tip.

A small drop of pre-cum had already formed from his anticipation both on the wrestling mat and in the shower, then from my nuzzling. With my hand already at the base, I squeezed slightly and pulled up toward the head. His loose skin gathered at the head but didn’t engulf it. The drop of pre-cum grew and began to drip in a long string which I caught with my tongue and savored before retrieving the rest from his dick by engulfing the tip with my mouth. The well-endowed teenager’s knees weakened and gave way slightly and he leaned back against the lockers.

I continued to hold the head of his dick in my mouth, swirling and flicking my tongue and caressing the underside. With spit now in excess, along with his glorious gland in my mouth, I proceeded to push more into my mouth. It did not take long to reach the back where I rested slightly to give my inexperienced throat time to adjust to what was coming. I loosened my jaw, opened my throat as much as I could, and pushed farther. Now he was beginning to moan slightly and breathe heavily. I pushed further after letting a little saliva seep from my lips and it ran down the shaft to pre-lubricate. Finally, I had reached as far as I could go and there was still another inch left at the base. I extended my lips to just barely reach his pubic hair and cupped his balls with one hand for a moment, preparing myself mentally. Then I moved both hands onto his firm smooth little ass and pushed just a bit further shaking my head slightly from side to side. His body began to shake, and I could feel his dick expanding even further – he was cumming. His dick was far enough down my throat I could not taste the cum, but I could feel the warmth and the convulsions pumping it with urgency for what seemed like ten or fifteen seconds. Still holding my breath, I could not last any longer. I pulled it slowly out and let the last two spasms of cum shoot into the back of my mouth and I let it rest there, as he trembled, and his legs shook with satisfaction. I wrapped one hand around the base again and squeezed ever so slightly, pulling up toward the tip. More cum oozed from the head and I slowly savored and cleaned it up with my lips. I continued to clean his dick for another minute or two.

He stepped out from in front of me and toward his locker opposite mine. I finished dressing quietly and then waited for him to finish. We walked out of the school together without speaking. At the parking lot I reached my car first, his was a little farther away. He stopped briefly, turning to me as I opened my car door. He looked at me smiling and said “that was fucking awesome! I’ll see you at practice tomorrow.” Then he turned and continued walking to his car. I sat in my car in shock for a few minutes, with the high points of the scene still running through my brain. When I realized I had a throbbing hard-on, I pushed my sweats down to my knees and jacked only about eight times before shooting harder than ever before. Cum clung to the ceiling of my car and drenched my sweatshirt. I did not care. I drove home trying desperately to stay focused on the road.

When we moved to Tampa our car broke down and we had to take it to a mechanic. Luckily it was close to our motel and we could walk.

When we dropped it off a hot young mechanic took our order. Baggy jeans but an ass that held them up, dirty tank top and blond buzz cut. Very nice arms and chest with a little blond hair. 

“Hey. What can I do for ya?” He said in a voice deeper than what I thought would come out.

“Our car’s dead.” I said.

“About to die.” My boyfriend Ryan corrected me.

“Well we’ll see if we can keep it alive. What’s happening?”

At this point I let Ryan talk cause I know zero about cars and just watched the interaction. Ryan kept inching closer and the guy stood firm. He bent over the fender to check something and Ryan looked at the guys ass then me. I mouthed, “I KNOW!” Then they came back over.

“Looks like you’re gonna need a new transmission.”

“Well fuck me.” I said looking at the guy. He smiled.

“You guys close?”

“Motel 8 down the road.”

“Close. Nice.” He looked at me.

“Thanks man, what’s your name?”

“Rick.”

“Nice to meetcha Rick.” I chimed in.

“Nice to meet you too.”

“Damon.” I smiled.

“Damon. I like that.”

Big smile back at him.

“C’mon let’s go..” Ryan pushed my shoulder.

“You guys good to get home?”

“Not far, we’re can hoof it.” Ryan said.

“Cool. I’ll keep you posted.”

We walked outta the shop and Ryan said, “He liked you.”

“Ya think?” I said sarcastically.

“You know where he’ll be and we gotta know what’s up with the car.”

“I volunteer myself to stay up on the developing situation.” I stated matter of factly.

“I expect detailed reports.”

“That would be my pleasure.”

“It’s your duty, scout.”

“SIR, YES SIR!

Next day we spent at the pool, drinking. Our jobs didn’t start for a week so this was vacation.

“This is Florida. Where’s all the boys?” I asked.

“Empty motel.”

“Every pool in Florida is supposed to have ONE cute boy.”

“You’re cute.” He said grabbing my dick.

“You gotta say that.”

“You know where one cute boy is.”

“Was just thinking that.”

“You gonna go?”

“I think I shall.”

Put my shoes on and got up.

“Enjoy….. All this.”

“No shirt?”

“No. No shirt. I’m surprised I’m wearing shorts.”

“That’d make an impression.”

I giddily smiled at him.

“Just go. Go get your boy.”

I snapped my heels together and saluted.” YES SIR!” and walked away.

“HEY!”

I turned, “What?”

“You look hot.”

“Thank you.”

“I’d fuck you.”

“Oh you will.”

The walk to the shop was about 20 minutes. In the the Florida summer heat. When I got there I was soaked. Walked into the shop to find Rick at the counter.

“Ho boy. Thank god for AC.”

“Yeah it’s a hot one.”

“So it’s excusable to go naked when it’s like this right? You guys do that here?”

“I don’t think they’d arrest you.”

“Good to know the law’s loose here.”

“Not for everyone, just the good looking people.” Mischievous smile. Okay then.

“Then we should both be naked.”

“I can close the shop.”

“I won’t call corporate.”

He comes out from behind the counter and passes by me and smacks my ass.

“Damn that feels tight.”

“Find out.”

He pulls down the garage door and locks it.

“Okay. Let’s get naked.” He said kicking off his boots. I just drop my shorts and stand there hard and fully erect. “No fair. You came with a plan.”

“And everything is going according to it.”

He walked over to me and we pressed chests. I could feel his breath on my face. He grabbed my cock and started stroking. I just stood staring at him letting him do it.

“Feel good?”

“Yeah..”

He stopped and got on his knees and put me in his mouth. 

“Ooooh that’s better.”

He started to go harder and deeper slamming his face into my stomach.

“I’m gonna cum man.”

“Mm hmm.”

“Right now. nnaaaAAAAGGHHH!!” I unloaded in his mouth and he kept sucking taking every drop making my body quiver.

“Whew that was awesome.. man.”

He stood up and licked his lips. “And tasty.” He smiled. “My turn.”

I got on my knees. “Ut ut ut. No no.” He pushed me down on all fours. “Stay.” Walked behind me and got on his knees. I looked back over my shoulder and saw him spreading my cheeks. He looked at me and stuck his tongue in getting me ready. He sat up and all I could see was his ripped stomach flexed chest and arms as he grabbed my hips and forced his way in.

“OOOOH FUUUUCK!!”

“That’s a good boy.” He wasn’t gentle. He was destroying me and I loved it.

“HARDER!”

“No barking.”

I bowed my head. “That’s a good boy. Very good boy.”

He was fucking me stupid.

“I’m gonna blow my wad.”

“YES!”

“Ooooh bad boy.” He slowed down. “You don’t get your treat if you’re bad.”

I bowed my head again.

“Okay then.”

He started back hard and pounded. He moved me across the floor.

“Fuck yeah. I’m cumming in your ass!.”

He pulled outta me and smacked my ass again.

“I get a discount for this right?”

“Anytime you want one.” He said getting dressed. Goddamn he was a man.

I put my shorts on and stood there till he got done. 

“You gonna run home and tell your boy about this?”

“Absofuckinglutely.”

“He gonna be jealous?”

“Oh yeah. I’ll get fucked for having a good time without him.”

“Bring him next time.”

“He’d like that.”

I walked home feeling sticky but happy. Couldn’t wait to tell Ryan cause he’s gonna wanna fuck me while Rick’s cum is still in me. He was still at the pool.

“How was it?” He was eager.

“He wants to show you.”

“Fuck yeah. Tomorrow. Definitely tomorrow.”

“It’s a plan.”

“But first..” He sat up and grabbed me and pulled me to him. I smiled down at him. He pulled my shorts off. “Turn around and bend over.” As I did that he dropped his shorts, got behind me and grabbed my hips and plunged in.

“Oooh..Feels good like always.” He said.

“I like being sloppy seconds.” I smirked.

“And I like that do.”

If it’s a date I decide to dress back in my boy clothes, I didn’t want to be in public so I put a graphic t and a plaid shirt blue jeans and tennis shoes, a bit casual but I didn’t want to be too formal. I go out in the living room when Chris comes out and he is dressed similar to me which I was excited about that we had the same kind of idea. When he sees me he has a bit of a puzzled look on his face “hey Caleb, what happened to Caly?” He asks. I chuckle knowing he’s talking. About my femboy clothing “oh yeah, well If we’re gonna be in public I thought I’d change back to boy clothes” I say looking at my plaid shirt. “Oh, well I’d really prefer for you to go out as Caly” he says as he approaches me “y-you would?” I ask a bit unsure of it all “we’ll yeah, if it’s a date then I want to go out with Caly, I think she’s hot, and again I’m here to help you really figure out who you are. And I need to nudge you in the right direction, going out in public as a girl I think would be a big step for you” he says as he’s standing at the hallway pointing to my room indicating for me to go back and change “but I never been out in public like that, I don’t know if I can” I say as I stand up and head towards my bedroom, Chris close behind me”

“Look it’s ok, put on some makeup, something sexy and I bet you’ll feel great about it!” He says to me as I sit on my bed “I-I don’t know Chris” I say ina soft defeated voice as I felt that I’d disappoint him if I didn’t do it “look Caly, do you want to go out on this date or no?” He says not angrily but more playfully like he’s poking fun at me. He knows I want to, idk why but I am starting want to be with him and of course I want to go out with him, idk what it means idk if it means I want to be together I just know I want to spend time with Chris. So when he asks the question I say “yes Chris! I do want to go on a date with you” I say as I stand up from my bed. “Ok we’ll let’s get Caly out” he says as he stands in my doorway almost indicating that he won’t step out while I change. “A-are you going to watch me change?” I ask unsure about it “yeah I can help you pick your first outfit you’ll be wearing in public!” He says all way too excitedly. I was beginning to get nervous, was I really going to do this was I really going to go out as a girl for the first time. It was happening all too fast, but I was excited  and nervous, and the sound of going out with Chris sounds comforting for some reason. I love the way he has been making. Me feel, even though it’s mostly submissive, I can’t help but the need to make him happy, the need to not disappoint him I think to myself. “I don’t have a lot of femboy clothing so we’ll have just a bit to work with” I say as I take some stuff out of my closet, as far as tops the best options where a black skin tight spaghetti strap shirt at showed of my smooth sexy shoulders and my slim figure, when it got cold my nipples would leave noticeable indentions on the fabric, along with blue Jean booty shorts that barely made it past my plum ass. I showed it to Chris almost seeking approval “wow you’re gonna look sexy in that, let’s go ahead and see you in it” he says still standing in the doorway. I hesitate “are you going to watch me change?” I ask a bit in a shaky voice as this excited me a bit too much but Also made me nervous “sure unless you want me to step out?” He asks, I find myself conflicted as I want him to make the decision but also giving him an answer would show my cards a bit. As I contemplate I think to myself he just saw me fuck myself with the dildo, I don’t think changing in front of him is a big deal. I think to myself. I casually take my plaid shirt and graphic tee off along with my jeans. I am standing In front of him with some boxer briefs. Which I notice won’t go with this, so I go to my panty drawer and I see Chris lean over to see what I got “it’s the first date, I think you should wear something special” he says. I immediately blush, why am I blushing? Why does that excite me, I don’t even really know what he means. But I gravitate to a thong I have that does nothing to cover my backside and barely holds my small member in the front. Again I find myself showing it to him seeking approval. I find myself saying without thinking “is this one ok ?” I say as I blush can’t believe my mouth just asked him that I think to myself. He smiled as he saw the thong, it was black, and the string was thin, he smiled and said “yes Caly, I’d like to see that on you” he says very seductively.

God why am I blushing and my cock twitched when he said that, fuck! He’s my boss and he knows more about me than anyone else even though I haven’t lived with him more than 2 nights!! And now I’m about to get naked in front of him for the second time within hours only for him to see me put a thong on. I put the thong on my bed as I try to make it seem normal for me to get naked in front of him, so I pull my boxer briefs off trying to not mention my half staff. And I grab my thong and slip it on, I go grab my shorts but Chris says “stop!” I freeze with the shorts in my hands “stay like this while you put on your makeup” he says. “You want me to stay in my thong?” I ask “yes, you look to damn sexy right now and I want to document our first date appropriately “ he says “oh-uh I don’t have any make up “ I say trying to get out of this and hope he’ll just let me put clothes on. “It’s ok I have some that a previous girl left behind one time” he says as he heads to his room quickly and brings out a decent amount of things to include lipstick, foundation/ blush/ and eyeliner. “This should work I think” he says to me as he hands it to me, and what does he mean by documenting it? God so many thoughts going through my head but I find myself reaching for the makeup, it had been a while since I put makeup on last time was when my folks went out of town and had to use my moms. I head towards the restroom where there is good lighting and a mirror. Chris close behind me no doubt he’s staring at my ass I think, I go into the rest room and set it down on the counter. “Ok I’ll try my best on this”‘I say as I begin to work on it. After about 15 minutes and him staring intently I was all dolled up, lipstick, blush and eyeliner, I literally could pass as a girl.

Chris took several pictures of me in different angles as I put the makeup on, idk why I let him or even object to it, but it felt exciting to have him look at me like that. Once I was done he even started to direct me in different poses at which I didn’t protest as I was gaining more confidence

“Have your back to me and look back and pucker your lips” he wanted to get my face and ass in the same shot, so did just that. I felt naughty, I felt a bit degraded, but I liked it? I kind of forgot that all I’m wearing is a thong and I’m in full blown makeup. But it felt safe with him. I thought to myself. After what felt like 100 pictures he then said “ok time to get dressed” he said as he motioned to my room, as I walked past him he lightly spanked my ass, i jolted up not expecting it but I kinda chuckled not protesting it. I got dressed quickly and put on some black vans with my outfit since I did t have actual girl shoes. My heart was beating out of my chest as I was nervous but excited “tonight Caly makes her first public appearance!!” Chris said excitedly, and I actually don’t even mind the nickname at this point, super weird I thought since I was so against it early on “thank you Chris” I say blushing as I come out of my room literally could pass as a girl “damn you look hot!!” He says as he looks me up and down “ready baby?” He says as he opens the door for me. The baby piece sent shivers down my spine and i had a nice bounce as i excited our place knowing tbh so was the first time ide ever been dressed like this in public. “Where are we going?” I ask Chris “Caly, don’t worry about that, this is our first date, should be a surprise shouldn’t it?” He asks. I simply jump into his car and we start to drive.

We got a medium scale restaurant not too fancy, we aren’t rich! The one thing that got me nervous is that it was close to where we both worked.

Once we get seated Chris and I start talking mostly casual things nothing too serious, if you were a guest here you’d think that we are your average couple, I am a passable girl and it looked like we were dating. My heart had stopped pounding once we got seated, I had a few nervous moments as we walked to the restaurant and waited for our table, I wanted to try and not be noticeable so I tried staying close to walls or objects that would hide me. But I started to notice that a lot of men were looking at me, checking me out, and as I saw more and more do this I gained more confidence. So once we sat to the table my nerves were a bit more calm. So by the time we sat down it felt like we were having a normal conversation, just as we were getting our food Chris interrupted the conversation mid sentence to holler out “hey Sam how are you, what the heck are you doing here!?!?” He says playfully. Oh fuck fuck fuck!!! It’s Sam from work! He was the lead in our dept, big body builder type guy, and i often relied on him to help with the heavy stuff and here I am dressed as a girl with our boss!! “Hey Chris! Didn’t know you were gonna be here, hey inventory numbers came back, we killed it man!” He say also excitedly before he turned and saw me sitting with him. “Oh shit, got a date with you huh?”

He asks, “I won’t interrupt, have a good night Chris” he says as he stared at me way too long for my comfort as they left my face was burning red “Chris! What if he recognized me!?” I say almost mad at him “no he didn’t, he would have said it right away, and look at you, you look like a literal girl! No way he recognized you especially with the make up” just then Chris’s phone buzzed it was Sam he laughed and showed me the text. “Hot chick! You better tell me tomorrow all the stuff you did to her!”

I instantly blush what the heck is that supposed to mean? I never said I was gonna have sex with Chris, this is more of him helping me be more confident, it’s not like he’s my real boyfriend! “We’ll he may be up for a disappointing story when you see him tomorrow “ I say dismissively insinuating that Chris isn’t getting lucky without answering Chris reached over to on the table where my hand was resting and put his hand on top of mine “really? You don’t think I’ll have anything to tell him?” He asks slyly, his touch was electric, i don’t know what it was, it was like a power that was coming from him, I can’t explain it I think to myself. But I don’t fight his touch, rather I think about what he said, what does he mean, does he expect me to do something sexually, would I? Idk, I can’t think straight and before I respond he simply says “I’m just trying to help you, wouldn’t you rather explore in a safe place with someone you know than some stranger?” He says as he begins to intertwine our fingers and we are now holding hands at i feel….. idk I feel safe with him. I blush and look at our hands “Chris…..” but nothing comes out “Caly” he responds with a soft smile and as he does my cock tingles. I’ve grown fond this nickname.

We get our tab and head on out as I walk behind him I instinctively reach for his hand and without hesitation he holds my hand too, and I feel like a little school girl as he does this, I have a pep in my step in front of strangers dressed like a girl and have make up. It honestly feels like the best first date!! He opens the car door for me and as I get in he slaps my ass and I find it endearing. I actually smile as I get in and wait for him to turn the corner to get into the drivers side. When he gets in and starts the engine he placed his hand on my lap, it’s skin to skin contact as I was wearing my booty shorts and he asks “ready to go home baby?” He says which sends chills throughout my body again “y-yes, Chris” I say a bit awkwardly just cause I do t have a nickname for him. He keeps his hand on my lap and strokes it a bit which makes it difficult to hold a conversation he noticed and rather put my hand on his lap, but way further up his lap than what he had his hand. He looks at me and smiles “you didn’t notice did you?” He asks smiling as we’re at a red light “notice what?” I ask he then looks down at my hand and I look at it which is just sitting on his lap, he then get my hand and grips it on his thigh harder….. only it wasn’t his lap, I was touching his cock!!! It felt like part of his leg, I was going to pull away but he kept my hand there “Caly, it’s ok, just touch it, explore it a bit between now and when we get home” he says and he lifts his hand from me and I look down, it looks like it is very sizable, huge cock. He smiled and looked at me while I couldn’t keep my eyes off of it. I don’t stroke rather try to feel it a bit more the girth, the stiffness etc. once we pull up to our parking spot he looks at me and says “we’re here, how about we go inside and you can touch it without my pants on!” He says as he parks. I look at him and I take a big gulp as I was nervous what to do!