Author: admin

The following is a true story, believe it or not. I let my fantasies become a little too real. Anyways I thought others might enjoy the absurdity I put myself through. 

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Over the past few months I’ve started getting into some simple self-bondage ideas to create a little more excitement in my boring life. But today I decided to really go all out. The outcome of the predicament I would put myself in would be entirely beyond my control. The idea of not knowing what would happen once I locked myself up got me hard just thinking about it. 

The predicament I would be subject myself to is as follows:

1. I would use two pair of cuffs to lock each one of my ankles to the back two legs of the chair I would be trapped in.  This forces my legs to be completely open allowing an unimpeded view of my manhood. 

2. Each of my arms would likewise be cuffed to the back two legs of the chair also, though each pair of cuffs will actually be connected to the chair via an electronic timer lock. This is how I would be able to get free. I chose to use an electronic timer on each arm just in case one failed to work. I would probably set the timers to an hour or two. 

3. I would be positioned directly in front of my laptop, the webcam positioned to see everything except my face.

4. A simple program I wrote using AutoHotKey would then dictate how the rest of my self-bondage session would go. The program begins by choosing a random number between 1 and 100.  

5. If the number is below 5, the program ends.

6. If the number is between 5 and 50, the program activates the a website called dirtyroulette.com and I get shown to viewers across the world for 10 minutes

7. If the number is between 50 and 99, the program will activate the dirtyroulette website but with no time limit. I would have to wait for the electronic timer to release my cuffed arms.

8. If the number is 100, I am in trouble. I wrote this part in my code mainly just to create a genuine sense of excitement and fear. If the random number is 100, the program will pull up an application that is connected to my phone. My phone will have the Grindr app already loaded up. The program will click the profile of the first guy listed (the closest person to my location) , and then it will click the message icon. It then Pastes into the message box the following – “Hello, I know this sounds weird, but if you have gotten this message, it means I have lost my self-bondage game. I am currently locked to a chair for the next hour. A program I wrote has sent you this message, you have my full permission to come over to my apartment at 462 Riverdale Lane Apt 34 and do whatever you’d like with me. The door is unlocked.”

With everything finally prepared and tested properly, all that was left was having the spare time to actually follow through with my plan. And today, on this beautiful lazy Saturday, I finally decided to go for it. Waiting a week allowed me to spice up a few things too. I undressed and then put on a skimpy red mini dress I bought off Amazon. And then I put on thigh high stockings and high heels. For some reason I always got off from the idea of being caught dressed like this, and absolutely being absolutely humiliated. Just putting on these clothes had already gotten my dick hard, poking up the whole mini dress. 

I placed the chair in position in front of my laptop and begin locking my ankles into place. My legs now spread out pushed dress above my waist and my boner saluted the laptop in front of it. Almost forgetting I grabbed my tv remote, just barely in my reach and clicked Play. A collection of Sissy Caption videos I had saved to a USB disk over the years began playing.  I set the two electronic timer locks to an hour and attached them to the legs of the chair. Before cuffing my wrists to them I reach over to my laptop and began the program. It would now choose a random number in 60 seconds. I cuffed my wrists to the electronic locks and the waiting game began. I was now stuck in this embarrassing position for the next 60 minutes. How far my embarrassment would go depended entirely on the next minute.  There was only a 1% chance of the GRINDR outcome but the fact that it was there and in the realm of possibility for me had my heart pounding. I waited, I could do nothing else. 

The dialog box appeared on screen. The random number chosen was 100. My mouth hung open, my stomach dropped to the floor, my eyes stared unmoving, dumbfounded by the screen. My arms instinctively tried to reach for the laptop. I couldn’t move them more than a few inches in any direction. The program navigated to the application that my phone was connected to. NO NO NO.  Grindr was suddenly right in front of my face.  The program clicked the first profile on the page. OH MY FUCKING GOD. The man in it looked like some kind of middle aged jock. His face wasn’t in his profile pic. At least not some old creepy guy thank god for that at least.  It said he was 800 feet away from me, a short walk. The program navigated to the DM screen and it pasted my pre-written message into the box and hit enter. It all happened in less than 10 seconds. I sat there still dumbfounded, heart still racing as the entire world seemed to be at a standstill now. I calmed my breathing and realized I had completely lost my erection in my panic. I created this whole fucking idea to create my own sexual excitement and now I was the least horny man on earth while I contemplated how much of a fucking idiot I am. 

I consoled myself by realizing that nobody in their right mind would take that message my program sent seriously anyways. Literally has to be the dumbest shit ever to read. That message had a 1% chance of being sent. But someone  reading it, actually taking it seriously, and then even being interested? That has to be one tenth of a percent chance of happening.  

A Grindr notification sound went off.  Oh no……

“Sounds hot, I’ll stop over in a bit”, the message read.

This literally cannot be happening. WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD RESPOND LIKE THAT??!?! I shook violently in my chair but only managed to hurt my ankles and wrists and almost tip over which could have been bad. A broken or dislocated limb was the last thing I needed right now. I took slow methodical breaths to calm myself down. This was happening. There is nothing I can do to stop it. I had never had any gay experience in my entire life and this is going to be how I have my first one. Only I could do something like this. I laughed to myself.  I looked at my tv for the first time in awhile, noticing one of my more favorite porn videos was playing. I laughed to myself again. Whoever this man was, he was going to talk into here and see a guy dressed in a mini dress locked in a chair, watching sissy caption videos. I threw my head up in repressed laughter. Only me.

15 minutes had passed. This guy might not even show up or was just fucking with me. I got myself worked up for nothing. I allowed myself to relax and enjoy the videos on my screen. I was going to crank a big one out after I got out of here. My boner was back and I wanted  nothing more than to be able to furiously stroke it. The sound of a door knob rang throughout my entire universe. No… 

I wasn’t facing the door but I could turn my body just enough to watch the door open. The man walked in. He walked in as if it was his own apartment.  I turned away unable, un-wanting to make eye contact. My humiliation fantasy had become a reality. Here I was dressed in women’s clothing and completely exposed, helpless, my cock pointing skywards, oozing precum.

“Well fuck me sideways, you weren’t kidding”, the man said walking into my living room and approaching me as a sissy caption video played on my television. 

I let out an instinctive chuckle without knowing I was about to. “Yeah.. this is uhh… embarrassing”, I managed to squeak out.

The man walked in front of me, and we looked at each other. He was not the least bit flustered while I knew my entire body was glowing red from humiliation. He looked about 35, he was gruff, he was well built, and he was everything I could ever have asked for. His eyes looked me up and down, lingering on my cock for more than a few seconds while I could do nothing to stop him. 

“It’s my god damn lucky day, god damn boy.”

I let out that same awkward chuckle again, unsure how to respond in this absurd situation. “I guess it is” I said, and then dumbly followed it up with  “What are you going to do?”

He looked as if he was genuinely considering my question as he continued to eye down my entire body, sparing no part of me. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. He pointed it at me and I heard the camera shutter sound go off.  My body burned even hotter as the realization set in that this man now owned the most humiliating photo of me ever. He lowered the phone and looked at me again. “It’s like I won the goddamn lottery.”

I blushed and awkwardly looked down not sure how to handle anything anymore.

The man carefully positioned his phone on the table in front of me. I watched as he activated the front facing camera and carefully centered myself on the screen. Oh nooo, this just keeps getting worse… He clicked record.

He walked in front of me, less than a foot away. He towered over me, his crotch, directly in front of my face. “I am going to facefuck the living shit out of you”, he coolly said in a tone so firm it demanded no response, no argument. 

He unbuttoned his jeans and stepped out of them, tossing them to the corner of my living room. He then dropped his boxers unleashing in front of my face the first cock other than my own I have ever seen. It was absolutely mammoth and he wasn’t even hard. HOW THE FUCK IS IT THAT BIG. My own cocked hardened even harder than I even knew it could. But my cock was being ignored. Whoever this man was, it was clear it was his cock that was going to get the attention. 

“Don’t start being shy now, get to work”, the man said and I realized I had just been staring for probably a bit too long. 

“Wha…what do you want me to.. to do exactly”, I asked like an absolute dumbass.

The man answered simply without making me feel any dumber than I already felt, “start by licking it, get me hard boy”

The scent of his manhood had infiltrated my nose by now and the idea of licking it seemed like a good one. I wanted nothing more than see if it tasted like it smelled.  I got to work, for the first time in my life placing my tongue on the dick of another man. Electricity bolted through my body as I made contact. His cock was hotter than I figured it would be and yes it did taste as nice as it smelled. I bobbed my head up and down each side up his dick licking every inch of it. It rewarded me by growing even larger, giving me somehow even more cock to rub my tongue against. I glanced up at the man to see if he was enjoying it and and he stared back down into my eyes, I glanced back away too embarrassed by eye contact. I put my focus back on the only thing that mattered at this moment in time, pleasuring his cock.

The man grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head, pulling me away from his cock. “Let’s get to the real stuff now” He said and somehow instinctively, maybe it was the hair pulling, I knew to open my mouth.  The man pushed my head back forward onto his now fully erected cock. The head of his penis smashing against the back of my throat. Oh my god, a man’s cock has just entered my mouth. It tasted like heaven and was so unbearably HOT. He pulled my head back, his dick exiting my head, I gagged for a moment before his gigantic dick was back in my throat. He moved my head at his will back and forth on his cock for awhile while I could do nothing but accept it. Saliva was pouring out of my mouth, clinging to his dick with each thrust, flowing down my chin and onto my dress. I had no idea I could even make this much salvia. After, who knows how long, he relented and pulled his cock out of my head. I gasped for air, my chest rapidly expanding and contracting as my lungs tried desperately to get oxygen back into my system. Until now I didn’t even realize I needed air so badly. My face and chest was covered in my own spit. 

He wiped my face off showing an almost endearing display of care for me before I realized what the real purpose behind it was. He grabbed my cock with his spit soaked hand and began to furiously stroke it. OH MY GOD.

I threw my head back in pure ecstasy and this random stranger jerked me off in a way so violent that I thought my head was going to explode. My arms and legs pushed viciously against the cuffs holding them in place.  Right when I thought I was about to cum the man suddenly stopped stroking me. Allowing to momentarily think again, though the only thing I could think about was HOW I NEEDED TO CUM!

“NO, DONT STOP! PLEASE”, I PLEADED WANTING THE CLIMAX TO MY ECSTASY.

The man smirked, “you will get what you want but not before I get what I want” He put His mammoth cock back in front of my face.

I wasted not one second. I lunged my head onto his cock and began sucking the absolute fuck out it. My lips clung to his girth as if my life depended on it. My tongue massaged every centimeter of his shaft as my head bobbed back and forth like a jackhammer on meth. Finally after God knows how long, I felt an eruption of fluid entering the back of my throat and I realized that I had just swallowed this stranger’s cum without a second thought. I could feel his body convulsing as it happened and for the first time today it felt like I was the one with all the control. I sucked him completely dry until well after his convulsions stopped, and then I sucked some more, not wanting it to be over, but he eventually pulled his manhood out of my mouth. 

“God that was some good head”, the man said, walking over to his boxers and jeans, He began putting them on. 

I was once again trying to catch my breath, but I still needed to cum in the worst way.  “Are you going to.. To finish me off?” I asked dumbly, not sure how to actually ask or demand that he did. 

The man laughed and walked over to me. He knelt down next to me and reached for the electronic timer and I heard the subtle beeping of buttons being pushed. “In 4 hours and 15 minutes, you’ll be able to handle that yourself”.

I shook violently in my chair as the realization set in that he just increased the time until my locks would release, but he just smiled, grabbed his phone from the table in front of me and began walking to the door. 

“YOURE A FUCKING DICK!!” I blurted out in unmitigated rage. 

The man turned back at me, “I would be a little bit nicer moving forward if I was you” and he shook his phone lackadaisically towards me. “I’ll be in touch” he said as he opened the door and walked out, leaving the door a few inches ajar as I sat locked in my chair with porn videos playing on my tv, dressed like a dumb fucking slut covered in bodily fluids for the next 4 hours.

The taste of his cum was still fresh in my mouth as we made our way along the tangled overgrown path, crouching under twisted tea-tree branches and other obstructions until we came out of the thicket and back onto the regular trail. 

He walked slightly ahead of me and I was able to admire his firm shapely buttocks encased in his long shorts as he bent over and dodged the various trunks and branches, the sight filling me with a sense of regret. 

Ordinarily I would have spent quite some time between those beautiful cheeks, rimming and kissing his “mancunt” (being a married man he liked to use that term) before fucking him until we were both drained and exhausted. But needs must, and neither of us had been able to host this time around. 

The thicket and its jumbled almost impassable trail had provided us with some semblance of privacy for our long overdue rendezvous. He lived on the coast and I had a small beach house in a nearby town, so we generally managed to catch up three or four times a year, although matters had intervened of late and it had been way too long between fuckings.

We met in a cafe close to the beach and it was good to be with him again, even fully clothed. He has a few years on me, and I’m in my late sixties, but he exudes a lived-in vitality which I find as attractive as his handsome face and compact body. 

We chatted amiably over coffee and cake, not quite knowing how things might develop given our “homeless” situation, but I knew that I wanted to kiss him, real bad. He’s very kissable, and there have been times when we have kissed for hours, before during and after sex.

Fortunately the day was blustery and slightly cool for the time of year, so there were fewer people about than there might ordinarily have been, which happily suited our purposes. Strolling along the foreshore I put my arm around his shoulder and he put his around my waist, taking pleasure in a rare moment of public intimacy.

Noticing a barely discernible break in the riot of tea-tree and gum that separated the beach from the road he led me up towards it and we disappeared into its sun dappled depths. An overgrown path barely worthy of the name snaked its way into a small clearing, a jumble of shrubs and branches that seemed to cut out the wind and all sense of the world just beyond.

Turning to me we embraced and kissed and held each other as if we never wanted to let go, our tongues twining almost desperately, feeding off each other. I held his head in my hands and drew back briefly, looking at him intently, telling him how beautiful he is. Both of our cocks twitched noticeably.

We kiss again as I run my hand over the shape of his stiffening penis inside his shorts. I fumble for his fly and pull it down, happy to find that he isn’t wearing anything underneath. The warm flesh of his cock feels so good, a hint of precum seeping from his piss-slit too much for me to bear. 

Dropping to my knees I pull his cock out and just stare at it for a moment. He knows that I love his penis and chuckles as I gently hold it in my hand, savouring its weight, leaning in to smell its scent and lick the juice from the tip. 

His cock is fleshy and heavy and far bigger than mine, with a wide dark circumcision scar around the shaft which I find erotic and irresistible. The last time we’d had sex at my house he very graciously allowed me to suck and fondle his spent tool for a good 30 minutes after he’d blown in my mouth, and even then I’d only stopped because he had to get home to his wife.

If I allow myself to linger on his cock for a while longer (and what better place to linger….), I can remember the first time I saw it and held it in my hand, put it in my mouth. He is not a big man, though fit and well defined, and his cock hung down between his legs thick and long and heavy, and very beautiful. A big man’s penis, serious and needing to be taken seriously.

Despite this he is far more centred on his bum and loves to be rimmed and fucked and spanked. He is one of the few men who has brought me to a double-orgasm within the space of a few minutes while still inside him. He can work his sphincter like a hand, and sometimes when I’m fucking him it feels as if I’m being jerked off by an expert.

He tried fucking me once, and did infact succeed with the help of copious amounts of lube and much loosening up on my part. He confessed that he’d never fucked a guy before and preferred to be fucked, which was hardly a secret. He came almost as soon as he was inside me, which was a relief, but we were both pleased to have managed it at least once.

But I’m a cock man when all is said and done, and I love his cock whether it’s hard or soft. His balls, perhaps surprisingly, are tight and compact like him, although I have managed on a number of occasions to take them into my mouth and suck on them, gently. He can be quick to orgasm, so when I’m sucking or jerking him he is careful to let me know how he’s going, in case he shoots too soon for what we have planned. 

I was sucking him now as we stood in the middle of our secret glade, my hands up the legs of his shorts fondling his balls and fingering his puckered hole. I know how much he wants me to fuck him, but that would have to wait for another day. 

His cock is leaking precum into my mouth, salty and sweet. He’s very close. He runs his fingers through my hair and tells me that he can’t hold on any longer. I suck harder, tonguing the taut underside of his engorged knob, guaranteed to bring him to orgasm. 

His entire body jerks and my mouth fills with his hot rich cream, spurt after spurt, sweet and smooth as it slides down my throat. He cums again and again until at last his spasms wane and there is no more to swallow. 

I want to keep his softening cock in my mouth, but aware of our uncertain situation he lets it slip from between my lips to hang heavy and wet and dripping in front of my face. I lick it clean, letting it slide one last time into my mouth before I stand up to kiss him again. 

Looking down I ask if I can take a photo of his sloppy dick, which he laughs at but allows before manhandling it back into his pants.

Aware that I have yet to cum he rubs the front of my shorts and asks if I need a bit of relief. Almost an afterthought, so intent had I been on pleasuring him, I pull down my fly and bring out my stiff prick, the foreskin already pulled back from the leaking head. 

I turn around and lean against him as he puts his arms around me and starts running his fingers up and down my slippery shaft. I reach back and put both hands inside his pants, running my fingers through his luxuriant bush; another passion. 

I shoot almost immediately, watching the ropes of cum arc into the air before disappearing amongst the leaves and bark that covers the ground. He holds me for a few minutes, kissing the back of my neck while I recover. I fold the skin back over my knob, shaking off the strands of jizz hanging from it, before putting myself back together.

Turning to him he smiles and thanks me, as if I didn’t have the whole world to thank him for. 

The tradition was as old as the college itself. Or the myth of the tradition was, anyway. Not many people believed it anymore, because come on, how could anybody believe that one lucky woman was served up to a group of horny frat boys on Christmas day every year?

I believe the rumour was started back in the eighties. One chick who everybody wanted apparently arrived at the frat house wearing nothing but a Santa hat, and so commenced an entire night of debauchery.

Like I said, it was a myth and nothing else. Or so I thought.

Regardless, the likelihood of me ever finding out the answer to the age old question was quite slim. Unfortunately for me, I wasn’t some chick who everyone wanted. I was an eighteen year old guy who was a little nerdy and a lot shy.

I had my own plans for Christmas, anyway. My parents were away to visit my aunt on a different continent so instead of joining them for that shit show, I decided to stay on campus and jerk off through the festive season. Exciting, right?

The campus became something of a ghost town over the holidays. With each passing day, more and more people left to visit family and friends, and return home. By Christmas Eve, I was almost certain that I was one of the last remaining people.

In a bid to not be completely Grinch-like, I decided to pick up a few festive treats from the store, and it was a trip that I will be forever grateful for making.

As expected, the streets were almost entirely deserted as I wrapped up and began my chilly journey. Some older men were running around starting their Christmas shopping, but for the most part, I was alone. I got what I needed and as I left the store, I spotted them.

Mikey Clayton and Bryan Stanton, two of the hottest young men I had ever had the pleasure of seeing. They were known all around campus, and even further again. Both footballers, both muscular gods, both mouthwateringly beautiful.

Naturally, they didn’t even know I existed, so when Mikey stopped in front of me, I felt the urge to piss my pants.

“How old are you?” He asked, in that deep voice that made me want to rip my clothes off and bend over.

“Um… Eighteen” I swallowed, barely able to keep eye contact as he towered over me.

Bryan stared at me as though he was trying to figure out which part of me to eat first. Truth be told, I wouldn’t have minded, too much.

Mikey nodded slowly and glanced at Bryan who shrugged.

“See you around” he said, and that was that. My moment in heaven was over, and with my fantasies secured for a night of self pleasure, I was on my way back to campus.

The frat boys were a violently handsome bunch of guys. It was quite irritating, really, that they had all been blessed with the most stunning features on the planet, whilst us mere mortals had to contend with looking rather normal.

As I felt sorry for myself and became lost in thought, a car drove slowly next to me, and when I looked, Bryan Stanton had his arm hanging casually from the window.

“You got any plans tonight?” He asked, and I forgot how to speak for a moment before shaking my head.

“Come over” he continued, without even looking at me, “midnight, and wear a Santa hat”.

My jaw fell to my chest as he began to drive off.

“Only a Santa hat” he added, and then they were gone, and I was left standing there on the side of the road, flabbergasted.

It was a joke. Of course it was a joke. The frat boys would never even consider something so absurd. They were men. Real men. Men who fucked woman. Men who watched sport and played sport and talked about sport. So why was I already sporting an erection as I frantically raced back to the dorm room?

I paced up and down inside. My heart hammered like a drum as I considered the crazy invitation. Was it a joke? They weren’t laughing. They didn’t look like they were joking, but how could it not be a joke? There was certainly no way that the frat boys were gay. It simply wasn’t possible.

As I debated with myself, the clock continued to tick, and I continued to sweat. What’s the worst that could happen? That was the question that plagued me. What was the worst that could happen? They could get me there and beat me up, I supposed. But what would be the point in that? They didn’t even know me, and if they had wanted to beat me up, they could have done it on the street.

The more I considered it, the more I realised that I had pretty much nothing to lose. Sure, it could have been some big set up to out me as being gay, but I wasn’t exactly buried in the closet to begin with. Anybody who knew me, knew I was gay, so it wouldn’t have been a big deal, anyway.

With ten minutes to go, I made a decision that changed my life. I grabbed the only Santa hat that I had and stuffed it into my jacket. The legend said that the chick from the eighties knocked on the door wearing nothing but the hat, but could I really bring myself to do something so insane?

My sanity wasn’t the only barrier that I faced. As soon as I stepped out of the building, snow began to bucket down on me, and it was already an inch deep by the time I started walking. It was cold. Far too cold to strip naked outside, that was for sure.

The frat house wasn’t far, but it felt like the quickest journey of my life and within just a few minutes, I stood outside the large house and hyperventilated.

“It’s just a joke” I told myself, though I wasn’t sure if that made me feel better or worse.

The place was in darkness, which did little to inspire hope. From where I was standing, it looked like the place was either deserted or that everyone had gone to bed. I took a breath and blew the smoky clouds into the night sky before walking up the lawn and pressing the bell.

“This is stupid” I said to myself, “you’re stupid”.

I waited. A minute passed, then two, then I pressed the bell again and listened to it ring on the inside. Another minute. Another two.

“Told you” I mumbled, and turned on my heel.

I felt ridiculous. How could I have been fooled by such a dumb prank. They probably said the same thing to every gay guy on campus, but I looked around the dark, snowy street and realised that I was the only person there.

“Assholes” I growled, and just as I reached the path, I felt it in my pocket and I stopped.

I pulled the Santa hat out and stared at it. There was no way. Surely that would just be another joke. Something they could all get a good laugh from when they looked back over their camera footage tomorrow. I wouldn’t do it. I wouldn’t lower myself to such humiliation.

My cock ached painfully in my pants at the thought, and then I looked around once more and said “fuck it”.

Feeling the cold Christmas air on my body as I crouched behind one of the bushes and undressed, was as bizarre as I had expected it to be. I wasn’t particularly shredded, and the only form of muscle I had on my body was from high school swimming.

With my clothes neatly folded away, I pulled the Santa hat on and felt like the most ridiculous person on the planet. At that moment, I probably was the most ridiculous person on the planet, but with one more deep breath, I cupped my freezing junk and walked naked back toward the door.

“You’re an idiot” I said, “you’re the biggest damn idiot in the world”.

With a shaky finger, I pressed the bell once more and I waited as my heart exploded.

“Dumb ass” I hissed, “such a freaking dumb ass”.

I considered leaving again, and then I saw it. Through the glass panel, a shadow crossed by. Then another, and more after that. I froze. My eyes glared through the door, and when the metal lock slid back on the inside, I almost whimpered.

I expected a sea of laughter when the door finally opened. I expected jeers and comments, perhaps even a few slaps, but what I did not expect, was to find myself facing at least ten naked young men wearing nothing more than plastic elf masks covering their eyes and nose.

I gawped at them, they stared at me, and like the Red Sea, they parted way and made a corridor through to the back.

Moving became impossible. I simply couldn’t lift my leg and pass the threshold. I was too busy staring at the manhoods that hung between their muscular thighs. They were all shapes and sizes and colours, and they all looked equally as delicious.

Finally, after a moment of taking in the absurdly beautiful sight, I stepped into the warmth of the frat house, and the door slammed shut behind me.

I could feel their breath on me as I sheepishly walked through the parting. The stench of young man poured into my nostrils with each inhale, and by the time I reached the end, I was straining to keep my boner concealed in my hands.

I’d never been inside the place before, but even now, it was impossible to see much of anything. The entire living room was in darkness, with only a mattress on the floor in the centre. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be doing, but I didn’t have long to wait before I found out.

Hands grasped my waist and pulled me backwards. I felt someone’s long, warm cock push between the cheeks of my ass. Another person appeared in front of me, his hand immediately sliding between my legs and grasping my cock. A third person took my face in their hands and jammed their tongue in my mouth, and suddenly I had died and gone to heaven.

There was no talking, only heavy, laboured breathing. My eager cock began to drool instantly, and I felt the same thing happen to the person behind me as he rubbed himself against my tight hole.

Someone took over my head, turning me toward them and kissing me deeply. I had no way of telling who was who, but at that moment, I didn’t care. It felt like a dream, and if I hadn’t felt the sharp pinch of a finger pushing into my hole, I would have believed it was a dream.

The person who had been jerking my cock disappeared from my sight, and then I felt the warm, wetness of his mouth around my member. I moaned into someones mouth, felt a spank across my plump ass, and received a second finger inside me.

Even through the darkness, I could see other small groups of naked frat boys around me. The sound of sucking and soft moaning filled the room, and the stench of sex lingered around me.

What was this? The story had certainly missed the part where the frat boys took turns fucking each other!

I felt the back of my knees being pushed until I was on the ground with musky cocks around my head. Someone pulled me toward them, pushing their pole between my lips as another person slid theirs across my cheek.

I gagged on the delicious cock, tasting the saltiness of the pre-cum as it poured into my throat. I felt trails of the stuff being smeared across my face on both sides, and then I felt the tantalising tongue of a frat boy as it slid across my excited hole.

They were everywhere. Every part of my body was being touched or used. My tongue hungrily lapped at as many cocks as I could find, and my own one jerked and twitched below me.

Whoever was eating my ass was a professional. I couldn’t help but moan onto the cock that was impaling me, and the more I tried to keep quiet, the harder he licked until I found myself in a constant state of horny arousal.

Eventually he stopped and the cock was removed from my throat. I was guided forward, down on the mattress on my hands and knees, and more fingers pushed into me. Someone rubbed their hand through my hair, another person reached for my cock and milked me, and then a dollop of cold, wet liquid poured between my cheeks.

The surrounding frat boys seemed to move closer. I knew it because I could smell the fresh sweat and could hear the deep moans as they continued to pleasure each other.

Hands gripped my waist, more hands gripped my face, and suddenly I felt two cocks sliding into me on either side. I winced at the pain in my ass, but the large amount of lube was certainly helping. The taste of the new cock was stronger and riper than before, and I was almost certain that it had just been inside another guy. I lapped at it eagerly.

More grunts, more gasps and more moaning from me. Whoever was in my ass was large and thick, spreading me wide with each forceful thrust, and pushing me deeper onto the cock in my mouth.

My legs were pulled apart, someone slid under me, and my cock was swallowed as my holes were hammered.

A bare ass sat down on my back, straddling me and jerking his cock until I felt his pre-cum spill down my spine. He pulled my head back by my hair whilst his buddy throat fucked me, and his other buddy wrecked my ass.

A few minutes later, the cock in my throat was removed, and a hairy, musky ass was presented to me. I needed no encouragement. I pushed my face between his cheeks and slurped on his salty ring. My head was held in place by the guy on my back, but I would have happily stayed in there forever, anyway.

A long, low moan poured from the man who was fucking me. He squeezed my hips, dragging his fingernails across my flesh as he pumped his load into my guts, and after a few more thrusts, he slid out.

I felt my hole trying to clench, but he’d widened me too much, so I remained open and loose for the next person who arrived quickly.

The ass in my face moved and a cock appeared instantly. I had no time to brace for the tsunami of cum that gushed out of it and drenched me, but I opened my mouth and tried to catch it as it poured down my face.

I was pushed forward. My cum soaked cheek pressed against the mattress as the person behind began to plow me violently. He rammed against my prostate, causing milky fluid to drain from my painfully hard cock, and then I felt a bare foot press down on my other cheek, smearing the cum even further.

He knelt after a second, spreading his knees around my head as he rubbed his wet helmet across my face. Somehow, he managed to find my mouth, and in the strangest position, I took him inside and sucked him.

A tongue ran up the sole of my foot. I was never a foot fetish kind of guy, but feeling the warm mouth around my toes as I was fucked brutally was mind-blowing. I purred throughout, moaning when I could and trying to clench my ring around the thick cock inside me.

They lifted me up. A large arm wrapped around my chest, owned by the man fucking me. He kept me in place in something that resembled a rough, reverse hug. He continued to slam up my opening, and now someone else was on my cock, sucking it into their mouth.

It was becoming too much. The vast number of men who were all hunting me like prey, waiting for their turn at the meat. I came hard. My balls exploded with an orgasm the likes of which I had never felt before. I wasn’t sure if it had been caused my the man fucking me or the one sucking me, but either way, I cried out in amazement.

Someone took my nipple between their lips as I ejaculated spectacularly. My body was sensitive now, flinching at the slightest touch, but the frat boys weren’t done, and the pleasure continued to be forced upon me.

More cum burst into my hole, mixing with the previous load and making me feel heavy with seed. I was bent forward again, a stubbled face slid between my used ass and sucked, and the loads began to seep from me.

As quickly as he was gone, a new cock entered me, making me whimper and moan once more, and then I felt lips over mine, and entirety of the cum from my gaping hole was dumped into my mouth.

Nobody told me what to do, but when a sweaty hand covered my face, I knew I was supposed to drink it.

As the mess poured down my chin, I gulped and gulped, and took the loads back inside. His thumb cleaned up what I had missed, and slid onto my tongue where I sucked and swallowed again. His touch was gentle, yet depraved.

There had been no cool down time since my last orgasm, but already I was stiffening again. Another cock entered my mouth, and mindlessly I began to swallow it. I had no idea how long I’d been there, perhaps an hour, perhaps a day, it felt like time no longer existed.

The sound of my ass being fucked brutally echoed through the horny darkness. Silhouettes of naked men embracing stood everywhere I looked, groups of two or three were either fucking, sucking or kissing, but I seemed to be the prize that everybody wanted.

More cum poured into me from both ends. The smell of the stuff seemed to cling to me as I was filled with it, but it was the most delicious aroma I had ever known.

More cocks, front and back. Someone grasped my own one, forcing it to produce more pre-cum as I drooled and moaned onto a large one in my mouth.

More cum, more rimming, more sweaty fucking. One man stood over me, one man knelt between my legs and I whined into someone’s hole as two cocks pushed inside of me.

I came almost instantly. The load was pathetic in comparison to the first, but the orgasm was just as explosive. My entire body shook violently as it rushed through me, and I realised that it had been entirely caused by the cocks in my hole.

I was covered in all manner of bodily fluids. Drool, sweat, cum and spit. My chin was drenched in throat slime from the furious assault that it took. My hole was no longer capable of closing, so remained open for whoever wanted to dump their load in me, and by the time the morning light began to illuminate the room, I guessed that every frat boy had done so at least once.

I was beginning to be able to make out the people around me, but I was too exhausted to try to work out who anybody was. Most of them had finished, and were now standing around watching as the final two emptied themselves inside me, and when I lay there, completely bloated with the cum of nearly a dozen frat boys, I felt something cold across my back.

It was a marker, and whoever was writing was allowing their long, wet cock to dip in and out of my used ring, and when they were finished, multiple hands got me to my feet, and I was walking again. Walking from the living room. Walking through the hallway, and walking into the front yard where the door closed behind me and I stood there like a zombie.

The snow fell harder than it ever had before. It was bright now, but still very early so I wasn’t worried about being seen. I looked around as though I had never seen daylight before, and when I looked down at my naked body, I almost gasped.

I was completely drenched. Cum and sweat glistened on me and my cock was raw and swollen. Every sheepish step I took made my hole clench, though it wasn’t doing a good job of it, and by the time I dressed, I could feel ribbons of cum drooling into my underwear.

I limped back to the dorm room on a high that I’d never experienced before. It was the most mind-blowing, amazing, unbelievable thing to have ever happened to me, and with my eyes aching, my body exhausted and my hole quivering, I stripped off in the room and walked toward my bed. I’d shower when I woke, but just before I crawled inside and had the most beautiful sleep of my life, I stopped in the mirror and read the message on my back.

Happy Christmas.

Tomas had never felt a dick in him before but he had on multiple occasions shoved a finger or two in his ass as he jerked off because he thought maybe Luana was right about pegging, this right now was so much more than a half-decent attempt to finger his prostate. Each thrust made his whole body shake and his cock throb just a bit harder. Him and Ross were fully embraced, each giving the other the sloppiest kiss they’ve ever gotten. Ross felt like he could go deeper and deeper, sinking his dick so far that he thought at this point that Tomas should have cum or screamed “stop” but both kept going deeper and deeper. Each one was struggling not to show the blatant pleasure on their faces, there was this undercurrent of mutual embarrassment at the fact that they’ve gone from roommates, friends even, to something more…close than that. Both were desperate to finish, to stop, to keep going as long as possible, and to fully taste each other. Both needed each other in a way that was more deeply intimate than anything they’ve felt before. Each was finally understanding what the other needed and wanted; Ross pinning down Tomas while Tomas kissed and nibbled Ross’s neck. Tomas pushed himself against Ross and purposely clenched and unclenched his asshole which caused both to moan loudly. 

The bunk bed was gyrating intensely as Tomas and Ross fucked intensely on it, it squeaked wildly when Tomas reached over to grip Ross’s ass and slowly circle his finger’s way into Ross’s asshole. Ross slowed down as he did everything he could not to instantly bust in Tomas after just one finger, he almost completely froze just so that he could keep going. Waves of sexual heat and the smell of sex rose, and fell, off the bunk bed. Once he regained his composure, he restarted the full-on pounding of Tomas, this time with Tomas’s legs wrapped around him which made it so Tomas’s dick was fully grinding on his stomach. Tomas’s dick’s head went purple from all the contact it made with Ross as it swung from stomach to thigh to other thigh to pubes, Tomas was gripping the sheets as he realized he was going to cum soon. The room was filled with slapping sounds as Ross’s body clapped against Tomas and each time Ross thrusted there was this audible warm pop that filled the room. He looked at Tomas with this passion and love that he didn’t realize he could have for another; he brushed Tomas hair back then stuck his tongue deep down Tomas’s throat. His hands gripped Tomas’s thighs as they both came closer to cumming, each opened their eyes to look at the other. 

Tomas’s body got tenser and tenser, almost every part of him was properly stiff as various moans slipped out his mouth. His mouth craved Ross, he wanted Ross to throatfuck him and just kiss him more. As he got closer and closer to the edge, there was this sweet sensation filling his body.

And then with five explosive thrusts, Ross filled Tomas with three big loads that made everything feel warm and sticky in there. Tomas thrusted his body so that Ross would go deeper and he relaxed/tensed his muscles which caused him to squirt all over. Ross’s chest, thigh, sheets, bedframe, and even somehow a bit of desk got coated in the pent-up semen buildup of the former virgin. Ross didn’t care, he just popped his dick out of Tomas and embraced him as he wrapped his blanket around the two of them. Tomas hugged Ross and gave him multiple kisses on the cheek, his dick snuggled on Ross’s thigh. They were both completely spent, both were falling asleep on each other as they cuddled harder and harder. As they both drifted off, somebody they both knew slipped into the room to get up to their own sexual foray. 

—

[Enter Stage Right, the Genie Arrives]

The genie walked around the room with a mischievous look in their eyes as they analyzed the room, both by looking around and occasionally removing their arms from their back to snoop through drawers. On multiple occasions they picked up Tomas’s cock cage to sample the pre cum which seemed to now drip endlessly after they touched it with a simple bit of magic, undoing the prior magical cleaning of it. They dropped the plug and the cage onto the floor but before both could impact, the toys disappeared into thin air. Like a mock army general, the genie walked around with their back straight and their hands behind their back as Ross’s sex toys hopped out of their drawer. The most interesting thing they could find was a harness from Ross’s suitcase and a cache of unused condoms from Tomas’s drawer, this bored the genie. There was a blatant desire for something more…exciting in the genie’s lips, they snapped their fingers and the sex items returned to their regular locations with a joyful yet brisk series of leaps. 

Ross drowsily snapped to awareness and said, “Guh…huh? Who?”. The genie quickly put an end to any tired protests of their invasion of privacy with a “go back to sleep” and secondary snap of their fingers, now Ross had an 80s themed tie-dye eye mask on his face. 

Now the genie was tugging on an invisible rope and to them came both of the dorm’s residents’ phones. Tomas’s phone beckoned for a password but the genie simply pulled a key from their basketball shorts’ pockets, readjusted their dick, and quite literally opened the lock on the phone. They quickly made his way to Tomas’s search history and whispered “show me the worst of the worst and the best of the best on this device”. Deleted internet history and years of sexually frustrated search results from multiple devices surfaced, the genie seemed more distracted than happy with this. Though they played with their balls a bit as they scrolled through a catalog of quite attractive femboys, this wasn’t what they were looking for however.

They knew that most likely they wouldn’t get to play with these two but…the pair could have at least provided something more interesting than being vanilla with flecks of authentic vanilla.

Tomas’s history was a dud aside from the occasional accidental spicy stumble into various exotic kinks or the passing interest in BDSM. They quickly unlocked Ross’s phone and summoned a trove of sexual desire but nothing too too interesting. All they could find was a wedgie phase when Ross was younger but nothing more interesting than a smidge of furry wedgie porn there, nothing to really fulfill their desires. 

So they gave up but not before manifesting a gift basket of various fruits as well as nut butters and other fancy basket foods for the newly formed pair, and the genie also made a copy for themselves of Ross’s harness. They walked through the door as they set off to find someone a bit more interesting than Ross and Tomas. 

Although they were currently an intensely sexual being, the genie wasn’t/isn’t always like this. They’re more so a reflection of the general need/desires of their most recent clients which was the formerly in denial Tomas and the former president of Pi Lambda Mu, creating an open kinky creature that was desperate in their need to find a freak of their own. Lionel was somebody whose desires were basically anything and everything as long as it was experimental plus didn’t include him possibly dying but…couldn’t express those desires aside from unwanted voyeurism/stalking or badly trying to coerce his partners into being what he couldn’t be. It took manifesting a parallel world where all his frat brothers’ kinks and darkest desires were turned into a gauntlet of teachable moments and domination for Lionel to be turned into somebody respectable.

As the genie rubbed their chin in the midst of thought, a eureka moment came to them. They realized they could just do the gauntlet again but this time there’s more than one person learning a lesson. This time they could have people both as doms and subs as well as everything in-between, various allegorical trials teaching the value of proper power balance in relationships arose in their brain. This time they’d make the wish and people who fit its parameters would come to fill it. 

However, they needed a master to host this stage they were crafting and you can’t just snap your fingers to make everything fall in place, some work has to be put in so that the miracles can be plopped out of nowhere. 

There was at least the pretense of the genie trying to help make another *learning moment* when they decided to snoop plus they did make the room so a bit of sway over said room made sense. 

They pulled a phone out of the air that had various tabs of sex sites and apps open on it; the genie dodged various passersby as they made their way down the stairs. Digital information quickly whizzed past the genie as they attempted to make their choice on who’d be the participants, various men who exuded a desperation that could be resolved with an intense series of sexual awakenings. Dozens of swipe rights went through with a single glance, many chats which had the genie suavely extracting information on each of its potential candidates occurred at once, and yet no one who’d fit the role of show host appeared. They had 68 individuals who desperately wanted to please them, some incredibly dominant ones or at least those who desired to be perceived as such, and yet none had the artistic mildly sadistic character needed for such a big production.

Hundreds of tabs opened and closed, a tidal wave of digital sexual frustration. All 68 qualified candidates had enough flaws haunting them that they could not be show hosts even as a grandiose lesson on the potentially corrupting force of power because they just didn’t have the right…je sais quois. They weren’t dullards to the genie, no they were perfect, but instead all lacked the right confidence or level of care for such a position even if they’d thought one of them truly deserved it. 

The genie had already gotten many consensual agreements to the concept of roleplaying the scenario of a slave in a frat going through many avenues of fetish to reach some mysterious end goal, some were just faintly interested but there was a reason why all of them were chosen. Though a decent portion didn’t understand that they’d be the one on their knees, though some got really really into it way too quick and in a quite weird way too. So many cock and ass pics littered the endlessly shuffling phone of the genie, this was also a part of the reason why they were chosen. Though without a master of ceremonies there wouldn’t be something to center this, a person to help strengthen the flow of magical shenanigans. Some of them knew they could just text these guys to come to some abandoned building, tell some to bring friends as well, and hope that some would grow into the role of host but…that sounded quite boring. 

They tossed their phone behind them as people observed the litany of eroticism spasming on the now cracked phone.

The genie looked around and saw that they were now in one of the college’s courtyards; they picked up a compass from the floor and spun in a circle. They quickly realized something was wrong, they thought it was because of them trying to game the system by just being led to their ideal host but no one but them were there and some random mixed twink who was…oh. 

Quickly the genie went over to meet the guy, crouching down right next to the tree that the Puerto Rican-Dominican otter was leaning on. The otter took off his headphones and looked over at the person who just decided to sit next to him; he realized that he was looking at an absolute adonis. Any and all frustration disappeared as he wondered if the brown guy next to him would first of all let him rub every square inch of his body and if he was latino, his mother although accepting of him being gay was still pushy about his partner being at very least latino.

Though he didn’t expect “so what are your kinks, fetishes, and philosophy on magical lessons?”, he laughed it off and then actually gave the question some thought.

He responded, “I mean I’m basically into anything aside from anything messy unless I’m not the one doing it, causing it, or that has to clean it up. I guess I like the idea of being adventurous? Or maybe…high school completely messed me up? Who knows, haha”

The genie laid their head on their hand as they listened intently; they motioned for the latino beaut to continue.

“Oh umm, you wanna know my opinion on magical lessons? Guessing sexual ones?”, asked the guy.

The genie shook their head up and down as they looked straight into the amber eyes of the man sitting in front of them. 

“Shit, I mean as long as everything is above board, OSHA certified and like if everything’s consensual too I’d probably be happy to take that offer,” 

“It will be, I just needed someone to fit the role of show host and I think you’d fit. I don’t know your experience but you’re exactly what I need,” the genie told him.

“So I’d be the host of some sort of magic sex show? A part of me knows you’re fucking with me but I want to see what happens if I say yes, so sure dude hit me with it,”

The genie snapped their fingers once more, and the scenery became distorted flipbooks which seemed to be shuffling between various locations though all seemed to be filled with sexual memorabilia. Sexual energy filled the outside-inside room-but-not-a-room location they were in or going to or around. The otter looked around with an excited glee as took the genie into his arms and jumped up and down; the genie was a bit surprised at the semi that pressed up on them. 

“So the basics of this are that you’ll be the one running the show, some of this will just come intuitively to you because of magic or something. We’re going for a gauntlet of sorts with a-,” the genie was silenced by, “okay so haunted house but filled with kinky situations. I’m going to need a cool fifty k and lots of staff, lots more dildos. Actually wait, you can just magic things into existence, nevermind.”

The genie walked around the shifting chaos.

They responded, “Wow you took this quicker and better than I thought…you’re everything I’ve wanted. So what’s the setting, boss?”. The otter looked at the genie with a glimmer of magic in his eyes, both literally and figuratively. He circled the genie while staring at the maelstrom they were both in.

“I think a frat house, one with as many repressed jock bros. Mainly because I think that’s hot and also because we can make it so they have a hardcore frat party where all our…contestants…guests attend and then wake up in after the party finishes. You got any people yet or do we need to get them at the party?”.

“68 people, with a decent balance between dominants and submissives. Decent portion of them are really or would be willing to heavily experiment,”

“Could I get their info? Also can you make this place into a *place*, I’m going to vomit if this…whatever doesn’t stop cycling through everything? Also, I want an outfit for the event,” said the master of ceremonies.

Like a roulette wheel forced to stop, what was formerly a courtyard became a frat house whose residents didn’t seem to notice the sophomore in a purple and black ringmaster’s outfit with a handkerchief with their fraternity’s Greek life name stitched on it. The genie was at work quickly tapping on another phone while Romero looked around the house and prepared some of the empty rooms into what he needed. 

One room was converted into a leather and bondage workshop which that brand new leather seat smell, another was filled with rope harnesses and hanging ropes waiting to snare a naked body, a dining hall which a strange amount of eggplants and cucumbers, a furplay room filled with pup masks and fursuits, each occasionally shivering and shaking, a room with glass walls, a glass dildo and a glass roof, a room with no roof and a flagpole seemingly waiting to hang somebody by their undergarments, an adult nursery with a commercialized male aesthetic sense of decor such as an onesie with a muscle graphic on its leg and arms or the bull version of a giddy-up horse toy or the dude wipes on the racecar-themed changing table, a room currently filled with feet care products but soon to be filled with simply well-manicured feet, a game show set with a variety of props such as spin the wheel but it has a leather harness where the arrow should be as well as an obstacle course with pits of lube, and more.

In each room, the otter christened the spaces by jerking off, to completion, in it for no real reason but boredom. 

He couldn’t wait for the real fun to begin, and the genie was putting finishing touches on each of their invitations. Even Tomas and Ross were invited, though they were still wrapped up in each other’s arms, asleep and covered in the smell of sex.

Soon a new world of pleasure would be revealed to 68+ individuals.

(This is the final part of What Tomas Needs but not the final part of this world. I’ll be coming out with a more fetish-centered series because why not try something a bit more…extreme lol. Feel free to suggest stuff for the new series, I’m going to really push myself and…if any of you have things from that fetish to personally offer me then I wouldn’t not be interested :>)

Bill Hernandez could not wait for his office Christmas party to be over. He was there because his boss insisted, he made an appearance, but Bill would rather be home in bed watching an old movie like.

“Merry Christmas “Jeff Parker who worked in sales greeted him.

“Same to you,” Bill sipped from his drink.

“They really put on a big show this year” Jeff looked around the room filled with decorations.

“The DJ is not bad.”

“The crowd seems to agree” Jeff waved at a girl who was dancing.

“That’s your future girlfriend? “

“ She is kind of cute”

Bill was more attracted to the handsome guy she was dancing with

“Any big plans for the holiday?”

“Not really it’s Linda’s turn to have the kid” Jeff had been divorced for two years and shared custody of his son Tim with his ex-wife.

“Sorry about that”

“How about you?”

“Just staying home did not feel like traveling.” B

“The airports are crazy now.”

Bill and Jeff stood next to each other watching the festivities. Bill was fifty-year-olds with graying brown hair. Jeff was forty. They were both five ten and in good shape.

“Why don’t you spend it at my house? “ Bill asked

“Thanks, but I don’t want to intrude.

“You ever had Cuban Christmas “Bill was proud of his Latino heritage.

“No what’s that like” Jeff had grown up in the mid-west, so the idea sounded exotic to him.

“My family has the big dinner on the 24th- we call it Noche Buena.”

“How about the presents?”

“The next day of course”

“Are you cooking?”

“Yes, I’m good at it actually.”

“Better than me I can barely make scramble eggs.”

“I think you’ll enjoy it.”

“It sounds different sure why not.”

“Great then I’ll see you on the 24th.”

“I’ll bring the wine “

“Cheers

They toasted each other and finished their drink as the DJ began to play “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.”

“You are right on time “Bill greeted Jeff at the door that was holding a bottle of wine.

Jeff walked into the house and noticed the Christmas decorations.

“Make yourself at home dinner is almost ready.”

“You need any help?”

“Just open the wine.”

They sat down, ate dinner, and drank one bottle of wine.

“So did you like the food?” they had feasted on roast pork and rice with black beans

“Yes its very good”

“My mother would be please I used her recipe.”

“I’ll help you clean up” Jeff said picking up the dishes and followed Bill into the kitchen. They loaded the dishwasher and walked back to the living room.

“Nice tree” Jeff was admiring the decorations on the seven-foot Christmas tree Bill had set up near the windows.

“I got something for your son” Bill sat on the couch.

“You didn’t have to that dad “

“I hope he likes it.”

Jeff sat on a leather recliner across from Bill.

“Tim is the only good thing that came out of that marriage.”

“I’m sure you miss him.”

“Have to call him tomorrow morning to hear all about Santa “

“You do get along with your ex-wife.”

“I have to, we should have never gotten married.”

“Sorry it did not work out for you.”

“Did you ever get married?”

“I almost did “

“Really”

“Yes, to him” Bill showed Jeff a frame photograph of a young man wearing an army uniform.

” Why didn’t you?

“Luis passed away a few years ago.”

Bill stared at the photo. He really missed Luis at this time of the year. They had always spent it together until his death.

“I’m sorry “ Jeff said

“Luis was the love of my life I still miss him” Bill wiped a tear from his eye.

“I’m sure you do.”

“Sorry I did not mean to get emotional.”

“That’s what Christmas is all about “Jeff rubbed Bill’s shoulder.

“True like in those Hallmark movies”

“Or the commercials”

“They made me cry too you must think I’m really sappy.”

“No, I don’t”

“Thank you”

“I was glad you invited me over” Jeff said.

“It’s not good to be alone tonight.”

“I agree even if I don’t want to admit it” Jeff was becoming emotional.

“Come here” Bill hugged Jeff who was surprised by his coworker’s action.

“Bill you are a nice guy but I’m not-”

“Lonely?”

Bill kissed Jeff on the lips.

“I’m sorry Jeff I got carried away.”

“Well, we did drink a lot of wine.”

Jeff needed to make a connection to escape his feeling of loneliness and hugged Bill in his strong arms

“I need this “

“Me too” Jeff kissed Bill on the lips.

“I don’t see any mistletoe.”

The two men embrace and kissed deeper.

“Getting hot in here.”

“Tell me about it “

Bill pulled off Jeff’s sweater exposing a hairy chest.

“You are sexy” Bill licked Jeff’s nipple.

Jeff felt Bill’s hands reaching into his trousers releasing his hard cock.

“You’re turning me on.”

The feel of Bill’s hand on his shaft was arousing Jeff.

“Hot man” Bill licked Jeff’s dick.

Jeff loved the feel of Bill’s mouth on his cock.

“You like it.”

Jeff nodded and smiled.

Bill went back to sucking his straight friends erect shaft.

“Man it feels so good”

Jeff was going crazy with pleasure he had not had sex in weeks.

Bill yanked off his pants and underwear .

“Never done this “Jeff reached out and touched Bill’s erect cock.

“Just go with it” Bill felt Jeff’s lips touching his shaft.

Jeff had never sucked another man’s dick, but he wanted to please Bill.

“Oh yes” Bill felt Jeff slowly suck his cock.

Jeff reached behind Bill touching his friend’s ass.

“More please” Bill laid down on the sofa.

Jeff rubbed his cock in anticipation.

“Come on bud” Bill guided Jeff’s erection into his butt.

“Oh shit” Jeff felt his hard dick entering Bill’s ass.

The men made love.

“Fuck me man”

Jeff was fucking Bill hard.

“Fill me up!’

Jeff felt an intense orgasm as he ejaculated inside Bill.

“Oh yes” Bill moaned feeling the hot cum dripping from his hole.

The two men held each other until they fell sleep on the sofa

Bill and Luis were rushing through Grand Central station.

“Wait for me “Bill said to Luis who was rushing to catch a train.

“You cannot come with me, “Luis said.

Bill realized he was dreaming Luis looked as young as when they had first met before the illness had taken him.

“I need you” Bill pleaded.

“You have to let me go love” Luis boarded the train.

Bill watched as the ghostly train dissolved into a mist. He wanted to cry but then he heard a familiar voice in his head.

“Merry Christmas” Jeff said.

They were laying on Bill’s king size bed where they had ended up falling sleep after another sexual encounter.

“Merry Christmas; I’m glad you are still here.”

“Where you dreaming?”

“Yes I was ?

”Good dream I hope?”

“Reality is a lot better than dreams” Bill stroked Jeff’s hairy chest.

“It is “

“Seriously Jeff I thought you were going to freak about last night.”

“Why would I?”

“We did have sex.”

“More than once.”

“True” Bill thought about the second time when he had fucked Jeff .

“I did fool around with guys before I got married.”

“That explains a lot “

“You got me in touch with my inner homosexual” Jeff winked.

“Glad I did “Bill leaned over and kissed Jeff.

The two men started to jerk each other off as they kissed

“I can get enough of you” Jeff went down on Bill’s hard dick.

“It all yours” Bill started to suck on Jeff’s cock.

The two men licked and suck each other until they reached a mutually satisfying orgasm. They kissed again their tongues savoring the taste of their cum

“We should have done this before” Bill leaned back on the bed.

“You are right “Jeff stretches and checked his cell phone.

“I got to call my son!”

The two men got out of bed and walked into the living room.

“Tell him about my present.”

“Sorry I forgot to get you something.”

“I got exactly what I wanted.

“Me too”

Bill and Jeff embraced in front of the Christmas tree. They had feeling that if the fates allowed this was only the first of many holidays they would spend together

The End

I had just gotten out of the shower when the phone rang. It was Uncle Gary. I say uncle, but in reality, he was my uncle’s second wife’s uncle. Even though I was only 21, there was something about Gary that made me think dirty thoughts. Maybe it was his slicked back fifties hairdo, maybe it was his waxed handlebar moustache, or maybe, okay probably, the enormous bulge in his jeans. Standing there dripping on the bathmat I answered the phone.

“Hey kiddo, it’s Uncle Gary, I thought I’d surprise the family for Thanksgiving. I know it’s last minute, but could I stay at your apartment since your aunt is full up at her place?”

My dick went hard immediately. “Um, yeah, sure. You in the truck?”

“Yeah. I got my friend to let me park it at his yard until Sunday, same place I parked before. Would you mind picking me up?”

“Oh, I suppose. I just got out of the shower so give me a minute and I’ll be right there.”

“Great, I need to make a stop on the way too.”

“You’re gonna need to suck my dick to repay all this gas money.”

“Heh, heh, yeah right. Just come get me and we’ll settle up later.”

I dried off, put away the dildo I had been using to alleviate my prior erection, which was now a moot point after having Uncle Gary put the wind back in my sails, and got dressed in loose grey cutoff sweatpants, a t-shirt from a local college I couldn’t afford, and black high-tops with no socks.

I pulled into the yard at 8:30, with my windows rolled down and taking full advantage of California’s lack of typical fall weather. Gary climbed down from his rig with a duffel bag and a pillow. He stood 6′ with a big frame, but a tight body for his age. As he walked towards me in the headlights, I got hypnotized by his bulge. He stowed his stuff behind the seat in my pickup and got in. His scent of something woodsy and a day-old shower he’d taken in Texas, filled the cab. “Hey kiddo!” He grabbed my bare knee and squeezed. “Thanks for picking me up.”

“No problem. Where’s the stop we need to make?”

“Do you know a place called The Borderline?”

“The adult shop?”

“Yeah probably. I need to pick up something.”

“Something for Thanksgiving?”

“Ha! No, there’s a special lube I like they’re supposed to sell there.”

“Thinking you’re gonna get lucky while you’re in town?”

“Just with Rosie and her five sisters!” He waved his right hand at me with his fingers stretched wide.

“Jesus, I thought I’d be in bed by now.”

“Maybe we’ll get you a boyfriend while we’re there.”

It would be easy enough. The Borderline had a well-deserved seedy reputation. It sat downtown in amongst trendy modern apartments and had resisted being changed for so long that it now occupied a tiny plot of land completely unusable for anything else but nefarious activities. It was regularly referred to in the apps as a meet-up place and reviews often described the patrons as being older and blue collar. Online reviews made mention of a plethora of uncut Mexican cocks attached to day laborers with little grasp of the English language.

Gary was a throwback to a different time, as indicated by the handlebar moustache and shiny slicked back hair with a hard side part. While the family knew he was gay, he never confirmed it to anyone but me, and even then, he left enough room to be bisexual. In a gin induced state one night he did tell me about how hot the lumpers were he’d hired to unload his truck one day and how they were all Mexican. He clearly had a thing for them. This and the online reviews made me think we were going to The Borderline for way more than lube.

I parked my truck in the tiny gravel parking lot behind the little brick building. As I rolled up my window I heard a voice over a loudspeaker yell, “No loitering in the parking lot. Either come in or go the fuck home.” Two shadowy figures I hadn’t seen before each got into their respective cars and drove away.

“Well, at least my truck should be safe.” I said to Gary as he hopped out.

“It’ll be fine,” he said as I trailed behind him.

We entered through a solid steel door and into a hallway. To the right was an elevated space with a wall that went halfway up and then thick glass continuing up to the ceiling. Inside was a little office and the cashier surrounded by screens showing all sides of the building, the retail area, and the halls in the back area. In front of us was a tall gate of tubular steel and chain-link blocking our path.

“You got ID?” The man in the booth screamed in a shrill voice.

I showed my ID and then he looked at Gary, “Everybody shows ID.”

Gary lamented and showed his license to the clerk. A loud buzz went off as the clerk said, “Go on through.”

Gary went over to the lube section while I wandered the aisles browsing items I’d only ever seen in porn.

Emptyhanded he found me looking at penis cages. “Gonna get a cage?”

“No. Looks uncomfortable.”

He chuckled. “Pretty sure that’s the point.”

“Where’s your special lube goldilocks?”

“They don’t have it in stock. Wanna check out the theater?”

“I’ve never been in a porn theater.”

“Cool, let’s pop your cherry then.”

I followed him down a dark hall lit by a red “EXIT” sign and wondered if I should follow its directions. On the right were three hallways leading to little booths. At the end of the hallway were two dark curtains, Gary performed a quick eeny, meeny, miny, moe, and led me through one. Inside a scene projected on the wall of a guy fucking a very whiny girl with fake tits illuminated four cheap vinyl sofas on one side of the room and their matching loveseats on the other. At the front of the theater a woman on her knees had her hands and mouth full of cock.

“Let’s try the other curtain, this doesn’t look like your scene,” Gary said.

We left and went into the other theater. This room was quite a bit smaller allowing for only three loveseats centered in the room with an aisle on either side. The entry dropped you into the one aisle while the other seemed to be a space guys stood and surveyed the room.

There was an odd energy in the room, like an explosion waiting for a catalyst. The movie playing was the classic scene of Chad Douglas fucking a paperboy I had jerked off too many times. Two guys leaned against the wall, both still in their work clothes, one being a white HVAC technician with “Billy” on his name patch and the other being a very tall light skinned Latino from an auto dealership with “Manny” screen printed on his t-shirt.

On the first two loveseats, two short Mexican men in sweat-stained t-shirts and cargo pants perched on the armrests. On the third loveseat, a basic white guy wearing a crisply ironed button down-shirt and a pair of pleated trousers sat on an armrest. He must have been visiting on business because he’d forgotten to take off his “My Name Is” sticker on which he’d written “DAVE” in broad marker. Behind the last loveseat stood a thick nervous black man, his wedding band catching the light. We took a position on the second loveseat, Gary on the armrest and me in the seat.

Everyone in the room seemed to be taking quick glances around, but nobody gave any indication they had their dick out or even had any interest, until I saw Gary’s package swelling in his pants.

“Fuck Gary, you’re gonna bust that zipper,” I whispered.

“I thought they’d be more animated than this,” he said. He looked at my loose cut off sweatpants and made out a little wet dot on the front. “Looks like you’re ready if nobody else is.” He reached over a poked the spot, making my dick swell instantly.

“Stop, you’re making me hard. How am I gonna walk out of here?”

In my peripheral I caught Manny moving down the wall to check us out. He grabbed his crotch and sat on the other armrest.

Gary motioned over to Manny, “He’s hot. Let me watch you suck him off.”

I looked over and Manny made eye contact and motioned me to come over. His big dark eyes were intense. He grabbed his bulge and motioned again.

I shook my head at Gary, “The things I do for you.” I slid over to the other side.

“That’s a good nephew.”

While I’ve never really been into incest scenes (and if you saw the men in my family you’d know why), but hearing ‘nephew’ made my dick like cement.

Manny stood up, undid his pants, and let and impressive amount of cock and balls spill out. His uncut cock was still a little pliable as he put a hand on the back of my head. Within seconds of it in my mouth, Manny’s cock became stiff, and my tongue traced over all the prominent veins.

I couldn’t see much as Manny worked his cock in my mouth, but I could feel movement in the room. When he was done with the oral portion of our interlude, he pulled my head off his cock. It was then I noticed all the men gathered around watching. “Get up and let me use that ass.”

I got off the loveseat and inserted myself between Manny and the arm. “Wait a minute.” Manny grabbed my shirt at the hem and lifted it over my head and yanked my shorts to the floor. “Lift up your foot bitch.” Manny slid the shorts off my ankles and threw them to Uncle Gary who was sitting on the other armrest rubbing his bulge.

I could feel Manny drop a gob of spit at the top of my crack and slide it around. He did this three times to the point a little drop of his saliva trickled down my thigh. Then his hard cock pressed against my hole for a moment before sliding into me. I let out a little squeak of a yell as his head passed my sphincter. He rested for a moment, feeling my hole spasm around his cock, getting used to the girth and then he pushed all the way into me.

The look of ecstasy on my face was too much for Gary, he whipped out his giant uncut dick and long heavy balls and started jerking. I knew from his package Gary had a big dick, but nothing could have prepared me for the pornstar quality cock he grasped in his gnarled calloused hands. Even with Manny pulsing away in me, I wanted it. “Come on Uncle Gary, let me suck that for you.”

“Nah, I like sloppy seconds. I’m just gonna watch for a while.” Then he turned to the Mexican men and said something in Spanish. In a flash one of them had slid his pants down, sat on the couch under my face, and was pushing my face on to a thick cock. Judging from the scent, he had been working hard all day outside. His cock was salty from sweat and a slight scent of urine clung to his pubes. With his hand on my head and Manny’s on my hips as his paced quickened, I felt like a sex doll, just the way I like it.

Soon I felt Manny tense up and release his load while the Mexican in my mouth did the same. A calm filled the room as the two men relaxed in me. Manny was replaced by Billy, who, judging from the jackrabbit pace he started fucking me with, really needed to cum. The other Mexican traded places with his friend and shoved my face down on to another sweaty salty piece of man meat, this one longer, but not as thick.

Billy lasted all of about two minutes in me before growling and releasing a massive load. He was quick to pull up his pants and leave. Behind me I heard the fine teeth of Dave’s trousers being undone. He stuck two fingers in my hole and pulsated my prostate while the Mexican let loose with a salty thick load in my mouth. Dave played with my ass for a while and finally built up enough courage to stick his cock in me. He grabbed my hips, and I could feel his wedding band on me. Looking ahead at Gary rubbing his giant cock, I decided to hurry Dave along by milking his cock with my ass muscles. Like most “straight” men I’ve had, it wasn’t very long until he came. He zipped up his pants and whispered a quiet “thank you” into the darkness as he left. I guess chivalry is still alive.

The black guy didn’t waste any time entering me at full speed. Another wedding band dug into my left hip, but the dick attached was built like a beer can. There was no speeding things along with this one. Gary slid over and let me suck his cock. It was hard to tell which was thicker, the cock in my ass or the cock in my mouth, but Gary’s was definitely longer. His crotch smelled of soap, piss, sweat and his balls had an amazing weight in my hand. They hung so long; I could grab his scrotum and his balls slipped out the end of my closed fist.

A few scenes played on the screen as I reveled in being stuffed at both ends. The black guy really enjoyed using my hole and kept moaning and saying, “yeah baby,” in a deep voice. He didn’t give any warning, no change of pace or histrionics, I just suddenly felt his load flooding my insides. His cock softened and slipped out then he pulled up his pants and left in silence with me completely naked still sucking Gary’s cock.

“Looks like we got the place to ourselves kiddo.” I looked up from his cock and we were the only ones in the theater. “Sit on it.”

He didn’t have to ask twice. In two seconds, my hole was expanding over his cock until I was sat in his lap. I put my feet on the back of the couch in front of us and started lifting my ass up, giving Gary’s cock long strokes. He pinched my nipple with one hand and stroked my cock with the other. It made me hot to think he was probably thinking how small my cock felt in his hand compared to his own. Between him working my nipple and stroking my cock with his rough hand, and me impaling myself on his huge cock, it wasn’t long before my load erupted out of me. Ribbons of cum illuminated by the gangbang scene on the screen flew all over Gary, me, and probably the third row.

My ass pulsating around his thick cock proved to be too much for him and soon he slammed my ass down on his cock and filled my insides with cum. We sat there for a moment in silence with his cock softening, but still deeper than any other cock had been in me. Eventually the weight of his giant organ became too much for my well used ass to hold on to and slipped out, splattering the couch with cum.

“That was hot. Let’s get you dressed and go home.”

It was then I realized how much of a whore I wanted to be. I could have stayed there all night and just taken dick after dick. I also wondered if I really needed to make up the folding couch for Uncle Gary.

“Yes, dad. I have been dominating you on cam the whole time. Would you ever have guessed it, haha?” Jeff was so shocked he couldn’t even speak for a few moments. “Fuck… I am so embarrassed right now. I’ve humiliated myself on camera for you? Oh, man…” “Well, it is surely a relief for you, isn’t it dad? “Why?” “Well, for starters, I have your pics and vids, fully exposed! Still better that I have them then some stranger, don’t you think?” “I suppose you’re right,” Jeff admitted.

“Can you now unlock these handcuffs, son? How can I attend to your cock like this?” “OK, dad. But your cock remains locked.” Mark released him and as soon as his hands were free, Jeff raised his voice: “You think, you’re going to make a fool of me, son? Milk me, spank me, and lock my cock in a cage? My own son? In this house you obey me, get it?” Mark was beyond shocked. “Um, yes, I…” “I said, do you get it?”Jeff yelled again. “Yes, dad, I’m sorry…” “Get over here! And give me that stupid key!” Mark obeyed and unlocked the cage. “Over my knees, boy!” “Oh, no dad, please…” Mark pleaded but he was already in position. “The last time I spanked you like this when you were a boy, you think I didn’t notice you got hard?” The spanking was already in progress as Jeff kept yelling at Mark. “Son dominating his dad, where have you heard of such a thing?” Mark kept apologising as his butt cheeks started to get that bright glow. Jeff lifted Mark a little and looked underneath: “Are you fucking hard from the spanking, son? Don’t you dare cum when I’m spanking you!” “Sorry, dad, I can’t hold it back, aaah…” gasped Mark as several spurts of his cum landed on his dad’s leg. “Now look at the mess you made, boy… It’s all over my leg, the floor. Get up!” Mark got up and instinctively put his hands on his spanked ass to soothe the pain. His now semi hard but still fully sized cock was dangling in front of Jeff’s face.

“I’m going to take a shower, you better clean up the floor. Later, I’m calling my buddies for a poker night. Greg has mentioned a few times you have a great butt, so you better wear something tight to serve us. Got it?” “Yes, dad,” Mark answered reluctantly. Then all of a sudden a bump was heard. Looking back during walking, Jeff missed an open window and hit his head on the frame. “You ok, dad?” Mark came running to him as he was sitting on the floor all drowsy. “Aah, my head,” Jeff complained. “Get me some ice!” Mark ran to the freezer and came back with a bag full of ice. “Here, hold that on the head,” he instructed his dad. “And take this cock cage ring off my cock already!” “Yes, dad.” Suddenly, Mark had a wicked idea. Instead of taking off the ring, he began putting the cock cage back on his dad’s cock. “Hey, what’s taking you so long?” Jeff asked while still sitting there with his eyes closed. Click! “There you go dad, got you locked again. Now you obey me!” Marked said in a dominant manner. “Give me the key, you punk!” But Mark had already hurried out of the room and Jeff had no idea where he would hide the key.

Mark came back a minute later. “Take the shower now, dad. I’ll call a few of my buddies instead for a poker night. You remember Scott, the tall and muscular black? He told me he is a dom and into dominating white daddies.” “Are you crazy? He is in my office at work. I am his boss!” Jeff opposed. “I know, and a very annoying boss from what I’ve heard. I bet he would love to see you locked in a cock cage.” “But Mark…” “And clean that cum stained floor, too, dad!”. “You think I’m going to serve a bunch of 20 year-olds? You better think again!” “If you don’t, I’ll send him those exposing pictures of you, remember those? That would give your workers something to talk about…” Mark said with a naughty grin. “You wouldn’t….” Jeff replied doubtfully. “Don’t try me, dad. You almost made me a bitch to your sleazy poker buddies. No, you are serving us tonight. I’ll text Scott, Peter and Aaron to come at 7.” “But Mark….” “End of discussion, take a shower now!”

Mark texted all of them and told Scott to bring his magic case. This is what Scott called his case containing all the BDSM equipment he had. “There.. all is set up. They are coming over at 7, we order a pizza, then we play poker. And you serve us drinks and stuff.” “And just what exactly will I be wearing?” “While you were showering, I picked it out for you.” Mark showed him a jock strap, some old jeans shorts and a white T-shirt. “This is too small, I wore that years ago…” Jeff complained. “Exactly! I want you to wear something tight, my buddies will love seeing you bulging in this. And the cock cage stays on, of course. The key might be the ultimate prize this evening.” “Oh shit, Mark… you’re putting me in a very awkward position.” But there was no way out. “Let’s get to work now, dad. We need to clean the house a little before they arrive…”

Soon it was time and the first to arrive were Peter and Aaron, muscular identical twins who looked very alike but you could still tell them apart because Aaron was spending more time in the gym than Peter. “Get the door, dad!” Jeff obeyed. His bubble butt was almost tearing up the shorts as he walked. The T-shirt was also very small and a bit uncomfortable because of that. “Hi guys,” Jeff greeted them. “Well hello there Mr Johnson. Been working out?” Aaron asked as they walked in and Peter gave him a wink. “Yeah, can you tell” Jeff replied. “Oh sure, I had no idea you were this muscular. You feeding your dad enough protein, Mark?” The youngsters laughed and went in the kitchen. Just as Jeff closed the door, the bell rang again. “That’s Scott”, yelled Mark from the kitchen. “Let him in, dad!”. Oh shit, here it goes, Jeff thought to himself and opened the door. “Mr Johnson, hello!” Scott sounded surprised. “Hi, Scott, come in.” “This sure is something different, I always see you in a formal suit.” “Um, yeah.. I don’t wear a suit at home, you know…” “Well, I am glad… can you help me with this case, I don’t want to hit anything.” “Sure, what do you have here?” Jeff was curious. “It’s a surprise,” Scott whispered. “I will open it very soon…” 

Epilogue

Jarrod and Chris serviced each other, with load relieving head-jobs for more than a year. Very quickly into that time line, they were also sucking Boss Simon’s meat.
Eventually, Jarrod decided he was going to take the owing paddles. Chris acknowledging it was now or never, bent over for his five, and swore never to touch the paddle again.

For years afterwards, Chris occasionally hung back after work. With no word, no explanation, he’d drop to his knees and swallow Simon as deep as he could. The guy didn’t seem gay, maybe he was just into being used? Either way, the arrangement seemed to suit him. Simon never questioned.

Josh and Jamie, shared an apartment for five years, from when they first moved in together. Donna moved into Josh’s room almost straight away. The household was one of genuine harmony and fun, it worked because at its base, they all got along.

Two years into the lease, the three of them took the option of a larger let. They signed a lease for a unit on the floor above. The extra space allowed Gemma to move in. Jamie and Gemma met at a Xmas dinner function, hosted by Dan. In a breath of fresh air for the third-year apprentice builder, Gemma didn’t care that he was being fucked by his boss. She just cared that he seemed to actually like, then love her.

Years into it being constructed, Josh and Jamie remained the most frequent users of the company gym. They worked-out most often, and still pressed the heaviest weights. Neither regretted the decision to shower as they were.
Displaying they were banded, was ignored by the wider team, or dismissed as a fetish. General knowledge of their metal came to mean nothing.

Oddly, two other ambitious gym users wanted ball jewellery of their own. Despite extensive discouragement, from Josh and Jamie, Tim and Harry had themselves ringed at Hank’s. Their stories of Hank’s naked Units, did the rounds for years.

Josh and Jamie, qualified as top of their class tradesmen four years after self-funding their education. By then, they had long cleared their debts. A year after achieving their journey-men status, they were assigned their own apprentices. They were excellent tutors.

A final transition for the Boys took place four months after Josh, and then Jamie, announced they were expecting kids. As it turned out, Jamie was a month ahead of his best friend, and workmate.

At the eight-month mark of the pregnancy for Jamie, and the seventh month mark for Josh. The pair found themselves traveling to Newtown in the Boss’s truck.
Now days this was such a rare event, neither had any idea on what the fuck was going on. As they journey continued, each became increasingly sure they were bound for Hank’s. They were.

When they arrived, and were instructed to sit in the familiar steel chair, they had resigned themselves to being equipped with more rings. It was fucken odd, but, big deal, the boss could do what he wanted.
Instead, a dissecting arm descended. Cleanly, and painlessly, it freed their balls of all metal.
Simon had given them their balls back, and released them from ownership.

Neither of them could utter a word for the entire trip home.
Simon thought that in itself, was sensational. Now days he never got to surprise them.

James remained the outlier, of all the sex units.
He wanted nothing more than to service Simon as a Boy, for as long as Simon desired. The arrangement remained the most enduring, if not the most unplanned energy exchange. 
To this day the Head of Building is on his knees two to three days a week.  

The end.

 

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I am Ben.  Since I was a boy, boots have been the main source of sexual arousal.  As a kid, I loved my cowboy boots.   When I reached puberty putting on pair of boots would make me hard and sometimes led to ejaculation. A gorgeous pair of boots was a bigger turn on than looking at girls. 

I started collecting different kinds of boots-cowboy,   motorcycle,, Wellingtons, Chelsea, Doc Martens, Italian ones with pointed toes and high heels. Boots sparked my interest in what kind of pants and jeans I would wear to show off my boots.  I chose tight faded denim ones that I could tuck into my boots. Leather jeans also turned me on.  I’ll never forget the first pair of black leather jeans I tried on that made me rock hard under the tight black leather.  I couldn’t wait to get back to my place so I could feel my leather ass and jack off.  I now have several pair in different colors-black., white and pink.

The boots and leather  led me to being queer and gay.  Love seeing gorgeous guys in boots and leather.  My first time was with a gorgeous guy wearing a motorcycle jacket, tight jeans and engineer boots.  I sucked his cock and stroked his boots till he came in my mouth. Back at my place I jerked off wearing my high black cowboy boots.

I like going to leather bars to meet other leather men.  Last night I went wearing my tight black leather jeans with the zippered ass, high top white Converse sneaks, and white tee.  I am a bottom leather boy and hooked up with a stud wearing his motorcycle jacket, jeans  tucked in to high black cowboy boots.   We went to the park where we kissed then I  sucked his cock.  While I was blowing him he rubbed my leather ass.  He unzipped it and then rimmed my hole while he continued to feel my black leather ass.  He then entered my hole with his rock hard 6” slapping my leather ass as he fucked me.  He licked and kissed my neck while he pounded me.  As  he fucked  me, I reached down to feel the top of his gorgeous boots.  We both came at the same time, I did it in my leather jeans and he dropped a huge load in my pussy.  He slapped my ass and then walked away.

Although I like a quick anonymous fuck, I want a leather man to partner with so I am looking for one online.   I met a few guys but luckily found my leather man.  Jake is 33, 5-11, 180lbs, with black hair,  a  short black beard, and 7” cock.  I am 26 and keep my body smooth and shaved.  I am a femme leather boy.   Jake likes to see me waring cropped jeans with my Italian boots with 2” heels.  I feel like a bitch in my high heels. The heels are hard so they clack on the pavement. 

I usually start the day using my 8” dildo.  It feels so good deep in my pussy.  I have my white cowboy boots on spread wide while I fuck myself.  My ass is clean and I love sucking the dildo after being deep in my pussy; it is warm and my ass juices taste so good.  My cunt is ready for Jake’s 7” now.  He often wakes up with a hard on and loves to plunge his hardness into me right away.  He will hold on to my white cowboy boots while he fucks me.  Feeling Jake come deep inside and seeing him holding my gorgeous white boots will make my come and shoot a load onto his chest.  Having our morning fuck, we are ready for the day.  We will shower together playing with our cocks and asses. If Jake gets hard again I will give him a blow job.

 I work in a shoe/boot shop selling mostly sneaks and boots to men, many of whom are gay.  I love fitting a guy with the right pair of sneaks or boots.   I can get really hard  when I tieup a pair of white high top Converse on a cute guy.   A few times when this has happened. he will reach for my leather crotch and feel my cock and I will come.  Oh fuck.   I have blown guys who liked how I fitted them. 

When I get home, I will wait for Jake just wearing a pair of boots or high top sneaks.  Now I am wearing a pair of high top pink Converse and pink panties.  Jake likes to fuck me when I wearing my Chucks, particularly the pink ones.   My nails are painted pink and am wearing a white pearl necklace.  I am wearing two pearl bracelets, one white and one in pink. 

Jake is wearing his black leather jeans tucked in to high white Chucks when he gets back.  He looks to so hot in the leather jeans and white Chucks.  We drink beer, kiss and start to rub our crotches.  I go down on his black leather crotch which is getting hard.   I rub it, kiss it and lick it.  Jake is rubbing my brown curly hair.  I unzip the leather jeans and take his cock in my mouth.  I love his cock so much, very inch of it.   Jack likes to see my pink nails holding his cock as I suck it. 

“Do me, you bitch.  I have been thinking of you all day.  I can’t wait to fuck my pretty gurl.  I love you in pink.”

Precum is now soaking my pink panties. Jake sees my wet panties and tears them off.  He pushes me back and sticks the panties in my mouth.  

“Suck those pretty panties you, bitch”

I suck on them and taste my precum on them.  Oh fuck.

“On your back, pretty gurl. I want your ass and hole now.”

I am on my back with my legs over me with my pink Chucks almost the touching the floor in back of me, exposing my ass and hole Jake.  He slaps my ass and then licks and kisses it.  He devours my pink hole with his mouth  so it is warm and wet ready for his dick.

“Fuck me, my leather man, I want your cock now.”

“Here it comes my pretty leather boy.  I know you want your leather man’s dick so much”

Jack fills me with his cock, starting slowly and then picking up speed.   I reach for his leather ass and rub it while he fucks me. I am in heaven with Jake deep inside me and feeling his black leather ass.  My legs and pink boots are now above me and Jake is holding them. He kisses my pink boots.

“Oh yeah, do my pretty boots, Jake.  I know you love them”

“I love all your  boots, bitch.  You know they turn me on.  We love our fuckin boots and leather, don’t we, bitch?”

I come with Jake inside me, seeing him kissing my pink boots and feeling his black leather ass. “OH Fuck.  I love my leather man so much.”

“Here I come, faggot”.

I feel Jake’s  beautiful warm load inside me.  As it flows out of my hole I reach for it and taste it and stick my finger in Jake’s mouth so he can enjoy it too.  We kiss with his cum on our lips.  

I go down and kiss and lick his high white Chucks.  I love these fuckin boots. 

“That’s it slut boy, show me your love for my boots”

“I worship your beautiful boots, Jake’

I am getting hard again and I cum on his white boots.  I go down and lick every inch of my cum on his boots. 

“That’s good, fag boy.  I love it when you come on my boots and lick your cum there.  That is so fuckin hot.  I am going to come on your pink boots now, bitch.  Here it comes.”

Jake drops his load on my pink boots.

“Now take them off and lick my cum on those pretty boots”

I pull off my sneaks and lick his cum on the pink boots. 

“Ok, pretty leather boy, that’s enough for tonight.  Put on  your white cowboy boots so you can be ready tomorrow  for our morning fuck”.

John needed extra money, so he started looking for an extra job. His colleague sent him an offer which said some company was looking for an unprofessional model for a new clothing line. They were offer 200$ for one photoshoot. He was very grateful for having a buddy like … He honestly didn’t even know his name. He had him written in contacts as “the weird guy from work” which was very accurate. He would always stare at John with that eerie look.

He decided to go for it and called the company to make an appointment. He was told to be there at midnight which sounded kinda bizarre, but he thought it was an side job after all. He appeared at the building at 10 to midnight and was led to room number 69. When he walked in, he saw a man setting a camera. It was the photographer, he was gonna pose to.

“Evening” – he shouted.

“Hi” – John said, a bit petrified

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m just annoyed I gotta be here. I had different plans, but my friend told me it was crucial for me to take care of you. He’s gonna be here in a minute” and he smiled at me

“Sorry for bothering you. I just need some extra cash on the side and …”

“No need to worry! We’re gonna have lots of fun tonight.”

He showed him the way to the dressing room where John was supposed to put the new clothes on. Once they reached their destination, the photographer pointed his finger to the clothes hanger. There was an enormous black blazer and a white tshirt. Then John looked down and saw a short stool on which there were some folded trousers and socks and pants at the top.

“Why that puzzled face?”

“Why there are pants?”

“Well, I will need a photo of them as well. You’ll put everything on and then you’ll just quickly take it off and I will take a pic of you in panties and we’ll all go home.” – he glanced at John and said “Start to get changing now”

And he went to the neighbouring room. John was so distracted with the pants that he didn’t even notice the white shoes lying next to the wooden stool. He started to get undressed. Once he was naked, he picked up the panties only to find out they weren’t covered the ass at all.

“What the fuck?!”

After thinking for over a minute he put it on. Getting the rest of the clothes on went pretty smoothly. He was looking at himself in the mirror when the photographer opened the closed curtain.

“Ready yet?! Oh I see you are. Come on then”

He went after him into the room with the camera. While John was getting dressed, he set a blue photo backdrop. He was told to stand in the middle of it and to start posing. A couple of photos were taken when the photographer told him to remove the blazer. John was glad about it. It was pretty heavy and it was the only thing from the outfit he didn’t enjoy. He of course also hated the pants, but he didn’t remember about them. He was so amused with all the photoshoot thing that he forgot about it.

“Okay now let’s get rid of that tshirt”

Here John started to feel a bit embarrassed. But decided to keep going. In the end it was just a normal photoshoot and both he and the photographer wanted to be done with this and go home.

He was tshirtless now. During posing he gained confidence. He knew he looked good. He had a very muscled body which he had since high school. He would work out every day and it was all worth it.

“Okay now trousers!”

And that was the moment when he recalled how little fabric those pants were made of. Although he was feeling better then. He knew he was handsome and that he could show it to everyone. He took off the trousers.

“Very nice. Now turn back I need to see that ass as well.”

He surprisingly did that. He simply didn’t see anything bad in doing so. He didn’t even notice when someone walked into the room.

“ I see you’re almost done”

John looked and realised it was his colleague.

“ Oh hi …”

“Haha you don’t even know my name. Trust me when I’m finished with you, it’ll be the first word coming to your mind.”

While John was staring at his friend, the photographer took John’s hands to his back and cuffed them.

“What the fuck?!”

No one answered. John was squirming but taken from behind he was placed on a table. His chest facing the counter. His legs were also cuffed which resulted in his legs being unwillingly spread.

“How you like that?!”

“Why?!”

“Oh it’s just part of revenge baby. Don’t you remember bullying your old mate in high school? Oh what am I talking about?! You don’t even remember my name.”

“Justin?”

“Oh so you do. Haha now we will proceed to …”

“I’m sorry. Please.”

But he didn’t answer. The photographer placed video cameras on both sides of John. One closer, one further.

“Come in”

John looked at the door. There were ten men walking in. He would’ve probably said something but the cameramen shoved his dick into John’s mouth.

“Damn it! I wanted to fuck his mouth first!” – said one man.

“Forget it! I was the first one here so I get to be the first one to fuck his mouth” – said the cameraman.

“Guys guys! Don’t argue just have fun. It’s eleven dicks here and two sweet holes. Have fun. While you do your thing, I’m gonna be taking some pictures. In the end we’re having a photoshoot here”

John was fucked in the ass and mouth all the time. When one cummed, another would  enter him. After a while they took the cuffs off. He didn’t even try to run. He was then forced to give eleven blowjobs with men either cumming in his mouth or on his face. Then they would return to the bent-over pose, but without the table this time. He was fucked hard in the ass when one took off his briefs.

“Look what we got here.”

John knew what was down there. Not only he was all naked now and his dick would be on the photos, but he was stone hard.

“Looks like someone likes it and wants to cum”

“Nah nah. We will let you once we’re all dry”

They were fucking him for over two hours, holding his hands behind so that he could not touch his dick.They were all horny and very lustful men. When all the cream they had was in or on John they laughed saying how pregnant he must be by now. When one of the men was holding John’s hands behind, the photographer came closer to the sitting John and started stroking John’s dick. He knew he shouldn’t like it, but all he could think of was getting jerked off. He felt like he had never had his balls so full. And he wasn’t wrong he never had such a big orgasm before. The sperm landed on the floor and on the photographer’s hand. He compelled him to lick it all off of him. Once he did it. They left the room.

All except for Justin who took the last picture for that day. It pictured John with semen on his whole body, lying on the ground with a little smile.

“I’m gonna send it to everyone if you don’t mind bitch”

John regretted he had been a bully.