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It was a Friday night when it all started rather unexpectedly. An older man, Mike, who I had met a year prior contacted me on my favorite fisting hookup site. Mike is 16 years my senior, decent shape for a man of his age and handsome in a rugged way. I don’t think our lack of contact from the past 12 months was deliberate, just a matter of scheduling conflicts. 

It was about 8pm when he messaged saying his plans had fallen through and he was feeling randy for some hole. I had lined up some fun for the following day, but decided to go for it. I told him to give me some time to freshen up and I’d see him in an hour or so.

i popped a couple of gummies while douching and soon i was inserting some of my own toys into my twitching hole. I put on a red jockstrap, grabbed a bottle of max impact, fresh poppers, gas mask, and some of my larger toys and drove over to Mike’s which was only a mile away. The gummies hadn’t hit me too hard by that point, but in the back of my mind I was certain I’d be riding a Lyft home. 

By the time I arrived to Mike’s place, I could tell he’d already started the party and he was anxious to get me naked. As I stripped, he complimented the new tattoos I’d gotten on my chest and forearm. Then he passed me the bowl and we both shared a hit. Soon we began to make out and we were inhaling each others clouds. That turned into Mike blowing smoke into my gaping hole…another hit and ultimately a “booty bump”.

i lay flat on my stomach for a few minutes to let all the chemicals work their magic. Keep in mind I’d only done this twice before in my life and I guess I was ready to escape from the realities of life and I felt myself floating away into some sort of headspace. 

By this point Mike had already coated both his hands with lots of grease. I hustled to prop a pillow behind my head, pushed my ankles through the straps dangling from the bedpost, took a deep hit of poppers in both nostrils, clasped my hands behind my head and looked Mike right on the eyes as his right fist pushed through my cunt hole like a knife through butter. There was absolutely no resistance, and 100% acceptance.

At that very moment, feeding my hole became the center of my universe. I began to beg Mike to “punch that faggot hole” over and over again, and he happily obliged using my pussy as a personal punching bag alternating each fist as we both worked up a sweat. 

Mike had a maniacal look in his eyes as he reached for one of my largest toys, a 12” dildo with an extremely fat yam-like base and greased it up. In one swift motion my hungry cunt ate it up. Mike twisted and turned it inside me, pounding out my cunt lips with that wide base before shoving it back inside.

”Put on your mask, cunt boy!” 

I was barely present with my thoughts and actions but still able to follow this order. After a couple of masked breaths, I felt Mike push his closed fist inside me, stretching me wide. When his fist depth reached the tip, he pulled his forearm and the toy all the way out and I begged him to put them both back inside me, and he did. 

Then Mike took a moment to take a smoke. I passed because I felt like I was where I needed to be chemically, and Mike re-lubed and that’s when he showed me both closed fists stacked one over the other. I sprayed some Max Impact into a cloth and breathed in the heavy wet fumes and nodded my head to signal I was ready. 

“Fucking dirty pig!”

Mike began a wondrous double fisting the likes of never experienced before, and in his high state began to call me every derogatory term he could think of, whore, pig, fag, sissy, fairy, homo, cocksucker….it was like a stream of consciousness almost non-sensical. In the meantime hole was quaking and the stretch was unbelievable.  

I had to take a break because I was almost hyperventilating. When Mike pulled out, I had him lay down to rest because I thought he hit the bowl too hard. I knew I was flying high, but i was worried he’d had enough. We  decided it best to part ways at this point and I left his phone next to his bed and some water until I felt he was safe, then I called my regular fisting buddy, Steve to see if he wanted to play. 

Steve just came home from a movie with his buddies and told me to come over. I called a Lyft after cleaning up my toys and gathering my things and soon as was lying back on Steve’s sling with my ass ready for more! Steve asked if I had been partying and I admitted it, he said “good, I’m gonna tear your hole up, boy!”

Over the course of the next 2 1/2 hours, Steve used some of toys, sometimes two at once, combination of toys and his arm, and ultimately a second double fisting although this one lasted much longer. I’d also had two sets of nipple clamps which I’d been pulling while in the sling, poppered up. I remember saying several times, “oh my god, I’ve never felt anything this amazing in my life! This is what I dream about!” I was encouraging him to turn my cunt into a tunnel. My hungry, craving, state turned Steve into a beast and he delivered exactly what I needed. He was so turned on that at the end he shoved his hard eight inch cock into my ass along with his fist and shot a massive load inside me. It was one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever witnessed.

Once we parted ways I took a Lyft home and I was still high and horny. I made sure my hole was still cleaned out and walked over to a nearby sauna that had recently opened just down the road. I paid the fee and got a private room.

i stripped, got onto all 4’s and put on a hood. I  placed the tub of elbow grease on the mattress and waited. Within minutes I head someone come in, lock the door, and open the grease. I moaned in pure delight when the strangers large fist pushed inside me. In minutes he was using my hole hard, we both were grunting. It was really hot!  He ended up shooting his load up my ass, too.

i stayed at the sauna until 6am and took two more fisting ms and a couple of breedings before i called it a night and went home. 

As you can imagine once i fell asleep i went down hard. I will say i had plenty of memories that helped me get off after that night. I know it was wild and maybe even ill-advised in a sober state of mind, but while in the moment, was absolutely incredible.

Logan and Tyler had been hiking in the dense forest for hours, lost and exhausted. As they trudged through the underbrush, their conversation turned to their pent-up sexual frustration.

“I’m so horny,” Logan admitted, his voice strained with desire.

Tyler couldn’t help but stare at his friend’s visibly aroused state.

“Fuck yeah, I can see that,” he replied eagerly.

The tension between them was palpable as they continued walking, both unable to ignore their growing arousal.

Finally, in a secluded clearing, Logan turned to Tyler and asked, “Want to do something about it?” His words hung in the air, thick with anticipation and need.

“You’re making me hard too,” Tyler admitted, nodding eagerly.

Tyler’s admission caused a spark of excitement to shoot through Logan, making him feel alive and pulsing with desire. With eagerness in his eyes, Tyler moved closer to Logan, his hand immediately reaching for the throbbing bulge in his pants. A soft, almost involuntary moan escaped Logan’s lips as he leaned back, already feeling the effects of Tyler’s touch. Slowly but surely, he began to undress, revealing his strong, toned arms that wrapped around Tyler’s waist like a vice, pulling them closer together in a passionate embrace.

Logan’s powerful, sinewy arms ensnared Tyler’s waist, pulling him in close to his feverish, chiselled body. The fiery touch of their bare skin sent a surge of primal hunger through Logan, causing his arousal to throb painfully in his shorts and his breaths to come in desperate gasps. He leaned back against Tyler, the sensation of their bodies melding together making him moan with need as he rested his head on Tyler’s broad shoulder. Tyler’s lips traced a blazing trail down Logan’s neck, leaving a trail of searing kisses along the way before settling on his ear. He nibbled and sucked at the sensitive skin with fervour, eliciting guttural groans and muffled cries from Logan as he ran his hands up and down his lover’s taut stomach and chest.

“Do you want this?” Tyler whispered huskily into Logan’s ear.

“Yes,” Logan replied, his voice breaking with insatiable desire.

“You’ve always fantasized about this, haven’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to ravage you out here,” Tyler continued, his voice low and seductive. “I’m going to devour your cock and you’re going to devour mine. Then I’m going to claim your ass.”

Logan could barely contain himself, the thought of finally fulfilling this long-held craving overwhelming him. “Yes,” he breathed.

“I’ll fuck you senseless,” Tyler promised, “and then make you suck me clean.”

The anticipation between them was almost unbearable as Tyler pulled back and ripped off the tank top Logan was wearing. With one swift motion, he pulled it up and over Logan’s head, discarding it carelessly. His hands roamed over Logan’s slick, heated back as he turned him around and ran them over the hard ridges of his chest. He found the hardened peaks of Logan’s nipples and gave them a rough twist, causing Logan to cry out and press harder against him. Their bodies melded together as they shared a ferocious kiss, lost in the savage grip of their desire for one another.

Tyler sank to his knees and freed Logan’s big cock, which stood rigidly at attention. His insatiable mouth engulfed the head, his tongue swirling around it teasingly before he took the entire length into his hot, wet cavern. Logan shuddered, his toes curling in ecstasy. Tyler’s hand reached around and squeezed his own throbbing cock through his shorts, pleasuring himself as he serviced Logan.

Logan followed Tyler’s lead, eagerly divesting himself of his shorts and releasing his pulsing member. He ran a hand down its length, feeling the veins pulse with desire. As Tyler continued to devour him hungrily, Logan moaned and arched his back in ecstasy.

The sounds of their passionate kisses filled the secluded clearing, blending with the rustle of leaves and twigs beneath them. The sunlight cascaded through the trees above, casting an erotic glow on their entwined bodies as they gave themselves over to the intense heat and longing between them.

Tyler abruptly stood up, his cock throbbing with need.

“On your knees,” he commanded, nodding towards a nearby fallen tree trunk. Logan eagerly complied, his heart racing with anticipation as Tyler ripped open a condom package and sheathed himself.

Tyler’s hands roamed everywhere, caressing and groping Logan’s muscular backside, squeezing and spreading him open greedily.

He slicked his fingers before reaching around to expertly prepare Logan for what was to come. Logan gasped and clutched at the tree trunk as Tyler stretched him open, filling him with both pleasure and aching need.

“Relax,” Tyler whispered soothingly, adding another finger to stretch him further. “Just let go.”

Logan obeyed, trembling with anticipation and desire as Tyler removed his fingers and lined up his hard cock with Logan’s tight ass. He pressed forward slowly, breaking through the tight barrier with a shared groan of pleasure.

Logan couldn’t contain his moans as Tyler picked up the pace, withdrawing and pushing back in, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm.

“Oh god,” Logan cried out, thrusting back against Tyler’s movements. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

Logan’s hands gripped the tree trunk, his nails digging into the rough bark as he clenched around Tyler’s cock.

“You like that, don’t you?” Tyler growled, his voice deep and guttural. “You like it when I fuck your tight ass, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Logan panted in response, his moans muffled by the bark of the tree. “Fuck me harder.”

Their breathing became ragged, echoing off the trees around them as Tyler slammed into Logan with abandon. The only sounds in the clearing were their laboured breathing and the slap of sweat-soaked skin meeting skin.

Suddenly, Tyler’s pace became even more frantic, his moans tipping over the edge of sanity as he neared his climax. “I’m going to cum,” he grunted, his hips bucking wildly against Logan’s quivering body.

“Ah fuck yeah, do it,” Logan encouraged him, “cum inside me.”

With one final, powerful thrust, Tyler’s guttural moans echoed through the dense forest as he released himself inside Logan’s waiting body. Every muscle in his body tensed and trembled as he gave in to the overwhelming pleasure. “God, you feel so good,” he gasped, his fingers tightly gripping onto Logan’s hips.

The sensation of Logan clenching around him sent Tyler over the edge and he spilled his hot seed deep inside, feeling an intense wave of euphoria wash over him.

Logan cried out with abandon, feeling himself lose control under Tyler’s skilled touch. As they both rode out their climax, they collapsed onto the forest floor in a sweaty, tangled mess.

“That was absolutely fucking incredible,” Tyler said between heavy breaths, gazing at Logan with a satisfied smirk.

Both were naked on the floor, their cocks still hard and throbbing as they gazed at each other. Tyler leaned over and took Logan’s cock, which was still dribbling cum, into his mouth. He savoured every last drop, sucking him dry until there was nothing left.

Logan let out a groan of satisfaction as his orgasm subsided, and his penis continued to drip cum. Tyler looked at him with a mischievous smile, using the back of his hand to wipe off his sticky lips. “How about we go back to my place and pick up where we left off?”

Liam Callahan’s second night in captivity was better than his first, but he was still miserable, sore and exhausted.  He had slept more in the modified crucifixion position, but he had still woken several times with excruciating pain in his back, shoulders and neck.  He had urinated twice, but because of him being suspended above the floor, Liam did not have to stand or kneel in his mess like the night before.

He was awoken when the bright lights came on and the big man sauntered into the barn carrying his nylon gym bag.  He dropped the bag to the floor, grabbed the stool he had used throughout the past two days, place it in front of the bound, gagged and drooling Liam and smiled smugly at his diminutive captive.

“Did you sleep well, little boy?” the man asked.  “I didn’t sleep much because I was editing your escape attempt with Isaiah well into the wee hours of the morning.”

A long string of drool escaped the inflated gag in Liam’s mouth and plopped into the urine drenched sawdust at the base of the 4×4 beam he was bound to.

“I must say,” the man continued, as he sported a sardonic smile, “it’s truly some of my best work.  You looked so convincing, Liam.  Like you just knew that freedom was only minutes away.”

Liam stared at the man with hate and contempt in his eyes but did not utter any noises.

“And you were honestly angry when you realized Isaiah was playing you for a fool,” the man said with a laugh.

Liam finally looked away in disgust from the man who had kidnapped and raped him over the past two days.

The man leaned forward.  “I’ll take the gag out of your mouth if you promise not to spit on me again.”

Liam looked back at the man and nodded.

The big man smiled again and said, “Because if you spit on me again, I’ll start breaking bones.  Do I make myself clear?”

Liam nodded again.

The man reached to the front of the gag, twisted the valve and the air in the bladder filling Liam’s mouth quickly deflated.  He then unbuckled the gag from behind Liam’s head and removed it from his mouth.

Liam worked his painfully stiff jaw in an attempt to alleviate the inflexibility and tried to swallow some saliva in an attempt to relieve the painfully dry feeling in his throat.

The man stepped back and sat down on the stool.  “You should have realized Isaiah was punking you, Liam.  The lights never went off, so I could still have perfect lighting for the cameras.  That he turned on a dime to support your escape idea, and he turned on me that easily?  Should have been clues that you were about to be tricked, but your reactions were cinematic gold!  I’m going to make a mint on you, little boy!”

“Wonderful,” Liam mumbled in a dry, gravelly voice.

“Here’s what going to happen today,” the man said.  “I’m going to dress you in your outfit again, bind you and then we’re going to film the second act.”

Liam sighed in resignation of his predicament and said, “What do I have to do?”

The man smiled a bright smile.  “That’s the spirit, little boy!  So much easier when you accept your fate.”

Liam looked away as he nodded slightly.

“If the shoot goes anything like yesterday’s,” the man said excitedly, “we will have a masterpiece on our hands!  Today is, of course, Black Friday, and that’s very apropos because your day is going to turn very dark, I’m afraid.”

Liam looked at the big man.  “What do you mean?”

The man cocked his head and said, “Little boy, are you forgetting something?”

Liam sighed again.  “Daddy.  What do you mean, Daddy?”

The behemoth smiled and continued, “Your character attempted an escape by trying to deceive my compatriot.  This, of course, cannot go unpunished.  I’m afraid you’re going to take a severe beating today while bound and gagged.”

“You don’t have to do this,” Liam implored.

The man smiled again.  “I know that, little boy, but it will be fire!  My clients won’t be able to get enough of it!  After the beating – and I’m afraid that’s going to really be uncomfortable for you – I’m going to rape your ass and mouth!  Probably the money shot is going to be in your face!  It’s going to be amazing!”

Liam was not going to beg.  He knew it would fall on deaf ears, and he would not give this asshole the satisfaction.  He did his best to remain stoic.

Without another word, the man reached into the gym bag and pulled out the black, spandex shirt Liam had worn yesterday.  He placed Liam’s head through the opening and let the shirt sit there.  Then, the man untied the rope securing Liam’s left wrist to the crossbeam.  When the wrist was free, the man pulled Liam’s free hand through the shirt sleeve.  Once that was completed, he forced Liam’s hand above his head and secured it to the handcuff that was still secured to the 4×4 by an eyebolt.  Once the cuff was ratchetted tightly around Liam’s left wrist, he repeated the process with Liam’s right arm.  Within a couple minutes, Liam Callahan’s wrists were secured to the wooden post above his head, and he was wearing the long sleeve, skin tight running shirt.

The man then untied Liam’s feet from the post, and Liam’s feet slide to the floor.  Next, the man removed the running tights from the bag and placed them on Liam.  The black socks and running shoes followed.

The big man stepped back and admired his captive.  “You still look amazing, little boy.  Isaiah will be in shortly with breakfast and to do your makeup and hair.  I’ll assume you will not give him any grief…”

Liam just looked away and nodded.

The man pulled the camera from the bag, repositioned the stool and bag, and began to snap pictures of Liam.

“Amazing,” the man muttered.  “You look worn and haggard, but not beaten and…”

The man looked away from the camera and directly at Liam.  “And fucking angry!”

He snapped several more pictures in rapid succession.

“Fuck Yeah!” he said excitedly.  “Like the fear you showed on Wednesday, this look can’t be faked!”

The photoshoot went on for twenty additional minutes.  When the man had what he wanted, he packed up the camera and left the barn.  Less than ten minutes after that, Isaiah walked in with the bucket of steaming hot water and a smaller gym bag.  He cleaned up the soiled sawdust at Liam’s feet, placed new sawdust down and then pulled a bottle of water and straw from the bag.

Liam drank the bottle down quickly.  Isaiah then pulled another jar of baby food and a spoon from the bag.  He looked at the jar, smiled and said, “I hope you like apple, zucchini and peach.”

Liam just sighed again.

Isaiah began to spoon it tenderly into Liam’s mouth.  After the third spoonful, Isaiah asked, “Are you still mad at me Liam?”

Liam swallowed the paste and nodded slightly.

“You’re not gonna talk to me anymore?” Isaiah asked.

Liam looked angrily at Isaiah and said, “I was told not to make any trouble for you.  So, I’m doing as instructed.

Isaiah spooned in another portion of baby food and said, “You’re a great kisser, Liam.  I had such a great time playing with you.”

Liam swallowed and mumbled sarcastically, “Fantastic…”

When the jar of nasty tasting yogurt-like gel was finished, Isaiah cleaned off Liam’s face and began applying the makeup.  Twenty minutes later, Isaiah stepped back, admired his work and said, “God, Liam, you are so dang pretty!”

“Thanks,” Liam muttered with zero enthusiasm.  

Isaiah began working on Liam’s hair.  With his arms cuffed above his head and attached to the wooden post, the work on the hair was more difficult, but Isaiah managed to neaten up the mess of tangles on top of Liam’s head.

Just as Isaiah was finishing on the hair, the man returned.  He had his black bag and was wearing his usual flannel shirt, jeans and work boots.  The man placed the bag on the floor, removed two long pieces of brown, coarse rope and approached the two teenagers.  

The man looked at Isaiah’s work, whistled and said, “Isaiah, you have outdone yourself!  He looks sexy as fuck!”

Isaiah smiled embarrassingly, “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Don’t leave just yet,” the man said.  “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Isaiah beamed but did not say anything.

The man knelt at Liam’s feet, placed his feet against one another and bound his ankles together extremely tight.  After he cinched the tie off, tightening it even more, he stood up, removed a small silver key from his jeans pocket and unlocked the handcuffs securing Liam to the 4×4 post.  Without any fanfare, the man spun Liam around, forced his hands behind his back and began applying the other piece of rope around Liam’s wrists.  In less than two minutes, Liam’s hands were tightly bound.  Liam was roughly turned around and was facing Isaiah.

The man walked over to the gym bag, removed the camera and said, “You did such a great job yesterday, Isaiah, I decided to let you have some fun with our little boy here…”

Isaiah practically jumped at the news.

“Thank you, Daddy!  Thank you so much!”

The big man smiled.  “I assume you want what you were promised?”

“Hell, yeah, Daddy!” Isaiah said excitedly.  “I want that blowjob Liam promised me!”

The man looked at Liam and said, “On your knees, little boy.  You have a promise to fulfill!”

Liam tested the bindings at his wrists and knew he could not slip his hands free.  He flexed his arms and realized he had not had this much movement in the man’s inescapable bondage since he was abducted, but he was sure he would not be able to get his wrists free without assistance.

The man moved the camera away from his face.  “It wasn’t a fucking request, little boy!  Get on your fucking knees and service my young friend before I get angry and do things you will regret!”

Liam went to his knees as Isaiah walked to him. Isaiah unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans and forced them and his underwear to his shoes.

The man started taking pictures again.

Isaiah was already hard as a rock, and he placed the tip of his already dripping penis against Liam’s closed mouth.

“Open up, little boy,” the man ordered from behind the camera.

Liam slowly complied, and Isaiah forcefully entered his mouth.  He grabbed the back of Liam’s head and began thrusting his engorged dick in and out of his mouth.  Immediately Isaiah began to moan in ecstasy.

“Easy there, Isaiah,” the man said with a laugh in his voice as he continued to snap pictures.  “Don’t jiz yet!  I want to keep this up for a while!”

Isaiah pulled his cock from Liam’s mouth and said, “Suck on my balls, you lying whore!”

“Tell him Isaiah!” the man laughed.

Liam took Isaiah’s hairy scrotum into his mouth and began to fondle the balls with his tongue.  Isaiah responded as Liam assumed he would.  Isaiah moaned even louder in sexual pleasure.

“Oh my god,” Isaiah moaned.  “This feels so dang good!  So dang good…”

Isaiah’s eyes flew open wide and he instantly froze, just before he screamed in agony.

Liam had bitten hard into Isaiah’s sack and balls with all the psi his aching jaw could muster.  Isaiah began to slap at Liam’s head, but the strikes were panicked and ineffective.

Liam released the bite, spit out the hairy, wounded sack and rocked back on his feet.  Isaiah grabbed his wounded package, cried out again when he saw blood and bent over in intense pain.

Liam slid his bound wrist over his ass, rolled onto his back, slid his wrists over his bound feet and jumped into a standing position.  Looking up, Liam saw he was still directly under the edge of the loft.  He looked to see where the man was and noticed that, except for removing the camera from his face, the man stood transfixed by what he was seeing.

Liam look upward again, squatted as far down as he could and jumped with all his might.  He grabbed the lip of the loft and hung there more than four feet off the floor.  He rocked backward and then flew forward toward the still whimpering Isaiah.

Isaiah looked up just in time for Liam’s bound feet to impact with his jaw.  The blow caused Isaiah to severely bite into his tongue.  Teeth shattered as the young teen fell backward.  Isaiah’s head bounced hard off the wooden floor and was immediately knocked unconscious.

Liam swung backward again, and when he came forward a second time, he launched upward, curled his legs over the lip of the loft and landed on the loft’s surface.

The man was stunned by what he had witnessed but quickly recovered when Liam disappeared on top of the loft.

“Holy shit, little boy!” the man said.  “That was some serious gymnastics shit right there!  I’m so fucking happy the cameras are rolling because this movie is going to make me rich beyond my wildest dreams!”

He put the camera down and checked on Isaiah.  “You fucked up Isaiah pretty good, little boy.  Nasty gash on his tongue, broke a bunch of his teeth and his balls look pretty sore!  You know he’s gonna fuck you up when he comes to?”

Liam said nothing.

“You can’t get away, little boy,” the man continued.  “There’s no way out except the mudroom door.  You come down now, and I promise not to really fuck you up for this indiscretion.”

Liam remained silent.

“Little boy, if you make me come up there to get you,” the man said with a bit more anger in his voice, “I promise you that you will regret it!”

Liam did not make a sound.

“Your decision, little boy,” the man said.

He walked to the mudroom and returned with an extension ladder.  He extended it enough to reach the loft’s edge and began slowly climbing.

“Little boy,” he said, “I was planning on going easy on the beating I was going to deliver in the shoot today, but because you’ve been such a pain in my ass, I’m not holding back.”

Liam said nothing.

The man slowed at the edge of the loft and slowly raised his head above so he could see where Liam had situated himself.  The first thing the man saw was one of the pieces of rope that had been on Liam. It was on the loft’s floor near where the ladder crested the lip.  Then the man saw motion to his right.  He looked and saw Liam, his ankles now free but his wrists still bound in front of his body, in the process of swinging a shovel – a shovel the man had thrown onto the loft weeks ago and had completely forgotten about – toward the big man’s exposed head!

The iron shovel impacted with the side of the man’s skull, forcing him to lose his grip and fall from the ladder.  He crashed hard to the wooden floor, next to Isaiah’s unconscious form, and rolled onto his back.  Just as his vision darkened and he slipped into unconsciousness as well, he saw Liam Callahan’s head poke over the edge of the loft and stare down at him – and Liam sported a malevolent smile on his face.

The splitting headache was the first thing the man registered as he slowly regained consciousness.  His first thought was to feel his head, but he quickly realized that was impossible.  His hands were secured behind his back.  He opened his eyes and saw he was still in the barn.  He was stripped naked and sitting on the floor with his back against one of the 4×4 posts that supported the loft.

He saw that Isaiah was still unconscious, but he was in a different position from where the man last remembered the teenager being.  Isaiah was also naked, and he was secured to the handcuffs that were permanently affixed to the neighboring 4×4 beam by an eyebolt.  The boy was hanging lifelessly with his arms cuffed above his drooping head.

The man pulled at his wrists and knew immediately that his wrists were secured to the post by a set of handcuffs – and they were ratcheted down painfully tight.  He looked around but Liam Calahan was nowhere in sight.  Isaiah and the man were alone in the barn.

The bright lights popped on and the searing pain in the man’s skull tripled.  Liam then walked into the barn from the mudroom door.  He was dressed in the clothes that he had been wearing when Isaiah had initially abducted him two days prior –a white long sleeve Clemson University t-shirt, dark blue jeans, brown hiking boots, an olive-green denim jacket and the orange Clemson scarf.  The gymnast walked past the unmoving Isaiah and stopped several feet from the man’s outstretched legs.

Trying to ignore the agonizing throbbing in his head, the big man said with all the gusto he could manage, “That was some pretty impressive shit, little boy.  Now, I’m sure you’re feeling pretty impressed with yourself right about now, but I’m sure we can work out a compromise that benefits us both.”

Liam smiled a humorless smile and shook his head slowly.  “You are a piece of work, Mr. Alistair Arthor Smith.  You are in no position to bargain or dictate terms.”

Alistair knew that Liam had obviously been through his house.  That is where all Liam’s clothes and belonging were stored along with the man’s driver’s license.  

Alistair still tried to pass along his false bravado and said, “That gymnast flip right after you knocked out Isaiah was masterclass stuff!  I’m willing to cut you in for a percentage of the revenue of that movie.  Believe me, I will make you wealthy.”

Liam continued to slowly shake his head from side to side and then glanced at Isaiah and back at Alistair.  “Yeah, Isaiah is fine.  Just knocked out cold and in need of some serious dental work.  Thanks for asking, Alistair.”

Mr. Smith snorted, hoping he did not sound as concerned as he was starting to feel, and said, “I’m sure we can come to an arrangement, little boy…”

Liam’s eyebrows went up.  “An arrangement?  Like I uncuff you and Isaiah and let you finish editing the movies of me getting raped and then escaping?”

Alistair nodded.  “Exactly!”

Liam nodded.  “Maybe I’ll even let you tie me up again.  So that you can finish this epic.  Maybe, we even shoot the scene where you abduct me while I’m jogging…”

“I like where your head is at, little boy!” Alistair said.  “The money we can make…”

“Please,” Liam said as he closed his eyes and rubbed his face, “just shut the hell up.”

“You don’t know what you’re throwing away, little boy,” Alistair said, desperation finally noticeable in his voice.  “You need to think about your future.”

Liam opened his eyes, sighed and said, “No, Alistair.  You and I are done.  For good.  I’m parting ways with you and Isaiah shortly.”

Alistair spit a glob of bloody phlegm to the side and then said, “Fine, you little pipsqueak faggot!  Call the cops!  I already have my alibi and Isaiah will back me up!  You volunteered for this, but we had a disagreement because you wanted more money!  It’ll be your word against mine, little boy!”

Liam snorted.  “I’m not calling the cops.”

“Huh?”

“I’m not calling the police,” Liam reiterated.  “I’m going back to Clemson.  I’m supposed to be back on campus some time tonight.  There’s a football game I’m supposed to cheer at tomorrow, remember?”

Alistair looked perplexed.  “So…what about me?”

“And Isaiah,” Liam said.  “Don’t forget about Isaiah.”

“What are you gonna do with me, little boy!” Alistair yelled.

“Nothing,” Liam replied.  “I’m just going to leave you two like this.  I have no idea where my car is, or if it’s drivable, but I’m taking your truck.  Once I get it to Clemson, I’ll abandon it and report mine stolen.”

Alistair’s confusion was palpable.  “If you’re not calling the cops, then what are you doing with me?”

Liam smiled that same malevolent smile he had sported when Alistair last saw him, as he was fading into unconsciousness.  “I figured I’d just leave you two here.  Just like you are right now.  Tightly handcuffed to the posts, naked and with no possible way to get free.”

Alistair’s confusion was starting to turn into anxiety.  “I…I don’t understand…”

“I’m leaving you both here,” Liam clarified.  “You said the cops check on you once a month and it’s only a week away from December.  Therefore, I assumed you two could hang out for a week or so.”

“Are you fucking crazy?” Alistair screamed.  “Are you fucking insane?!?  We’ll die within a week!  No food!  No water!”

Liam continued as if ignoring Alistair’s outburst.  “But you did say that the cops would probably check on you around Christmas.  That’s like a month from now.  That might get tricky.  Especially when it starts getting even colder than it is now.”

“You can’t do this!” Alistair pleaded.  “Call the fucking cops!  You’re condemning me to death!”

Liam shrugged and then turned and started walking toward the mudroom door.  “I don’t look at it like that, Alistair.  I look at it as if I’m giving you a fighting chance.  Unlike what chance you were giving me or the countless others you two savages have done this to in the past.”

“Liam!” Alistair implored.  “You’re a Catholic!  You said so yourself!  A god-fearing man!  How do you think your god will react to you doing this to us?”

Liam stopped just before the door, looked back and said, “I kind of think that I’m being a forgiving person by not calling the police, and as for placing you in life-or-death peril?  Maybe, I’m just doing God’s work for him, Alistair.  It was a pleasure.  Good luck.”

Liam exited the barn, closed and locked the door while Alistair Smith screamed his name and begged for mercy.  Liam walked to Alistair’s idling, brand new, Chevy Silverado, opened the driver side door and got into the warm interior.  He closed his eyes as he leaned back in the seat.  He tried to slow his rapid breathing and clinched his fists to stop the shaking that tried to overwhelm his calm façade.

It’s over, Liam, he heard his father’s voice in his head.  You survived.  You won.  Get out of here!

Doing his best to rein in the anxiety that did its best to encompass him, Liam put the pickup truck into drive and made his way toward the highway.  He glanced at the locked door that led to the barn’s mudroom and stopped the Chevy.  Over the engine, Liam could still hear Alistair Smith hollering.  Liam could not make out exactly what his former tormentor was saying, but his tone and volume pretty much said he was frightened beyond belief at the prospects of being left in his current state.

Liam touched the crucifix around his neck again, but then muttered, “Fuck ‘em…”

Liam’s foot came off the break, pressed down on the accelerator and started the long drive back to campus.

“8…9…10.” I sat up on the bench and let out a long exhale. The bar was heavier than I expected, but I felt proud that I pushed through. I’d been working out for a while, and although I was fairly new to it, I was starting to get the hang of it, and better yet. I was starting to see the results. Across from me, I could see my reflection in the mirror. I wasn’t where I wanted to be, but I was starting to get beefier. I wasn’t the most athletic guy, but I did try to stay fit. I thought about what my older brother would always tell me. “As you get closer to your thirties, you gotta stay active.” I took his advice to heart and was glad I did. My thirties were still a way off, but I was happy with how my body changed.

As I checked myself in the mirror, I noticed someone I hadn’t seen at the gym before doing deadlifts. He was handsome and tall, maybe 6’3. Much taller than myself. He had a low-cut fade with waves, a thick beard, big arms, and an even bigger chest. He looked older–maybe in his late thirties or early forties. He was wearing a loose-fitting lime green tank top, and I could see his nipples peeking out the side. He wore these gray terry cloth shorts that hugged his ass perfectly.

Still sitting on the bench, I looked over my shoulder to see him better. I sat there gawking at him, wishing I could lick the sweat off his nipple. I felt my dick begin to chub up in my shorts. I don’t know how much time passed while I watched him; it was probably only a few seconds, but at some point, our eyes met. Fearful that he caught me staring, I quickly looked away. I leaned back on the bench and did my last set. I prayed that he didn’t see me watching him.

When I was done, I went to the locker room to shower. Coming out of the shower, I saw him again—the guy I’d been drooling over earlier. He was standing at one of the lockers with nothing on but a towel. My locker was on his other side, so I casually tried to walk past him, but he looked in my direction. Our eyes briefly met, and he smiled in my direction.

“Hey,” he said. “I saw you out there earlier when you were on the bench press. It looked like you were lifting a lot of weight.”

So he did see me. I blushed at the thought of him catching me looking at him. “Yeah, it was a heavy day, so I was trying to push myself,” I said. “I try to come in four times a week.”

“Well, it shows. You look good.” He smiled at me and extended his hand. “I’m Shaun.”

I nervously shook his hand. “I’m Jalen, and thanks.”

Shaun then casually unwrapped the towel from his waist and threw it over his shoulder. I looked down at what must have been seven inches of thick flaccid dick. My concerns about starring were gone. Unconsciously biting my lip, I stared at his dick while unseemly thoughts flooded my mind.

“Like what you see?” Shaun interrupted my thoughts. I fumbled to find my words. “You can touch it if you want.”

I reached forward. Holding it in my hands, I could feel it begin to stiffen as I slowly stroked it to full mast. My dick started to press into the towel, making it tent up. The thought of taking him in my mouth right there in the gym restroom was enticing, but I thought better of it.

“He seems to like you. Are you free tonight?” Shaun asked, breaking my concentration. I pulled my hand back and eagerly said yes. We then exchanged phone numbers. “I’ll hit you up later,” he said. My eyes were glued to his ass as he walked into the shower. I quickly got dressed and left the gym.

When I got home, my mind drifted back to Shaun and the gym earlier, making it hard to focus on anything else. I thought about licking his nipples, how his dick might taste, and what it would feel like inside of me. My dick started to get erect. I thought about touching myself to take the edge off, but I stopped myself. The rest of the day progressed similarly. My cock went from erect to flaccid over and over again, but I resisted the urge to jerk off. Eventually, Shaun texted me.

Hey, how has your day been?

Good, but I’ve been horny all day thinking about earlier.

That’s good to hear. Did you jerk off?

No, wbu?

No. I’m saving this load for you, boy. His calling me boy surprised me, but I thought nothing of it. Are you still down to meet up tonight?

Hell yeah.

Good. Here’s my address.

I decided to shower again before I left. I pulled off the underwear I’d been wearing and saw precum stains on the inside. I was turned on.

When I arrived at his house, I could feel my cock begin to stiffen. I knocked on his door and tried to hide my excitement by adjusting my pants, but it didn’t help. When Shaun answered the door, he was shirtless and wearing loose-fitting shorts.

“Come in,” he said. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Me too,” I responded. “I’ve been thinking about your dick all day.”

“Oh yeah,” he questioned, arching an eyebrow in my direction. “Why don’t you show me how much you want this dick.”

Shaun leaned back against the door as I knelt before him. When I pulled down his shorts, much to my delight, he’d already begun to get hard. I stroked him a few times before I took him in my mouth. I could feel Shaun’s dick continue to grow as I bobbed my head back and forth on his manhood. It didn’t take long for him to start enjoying himself.

“You look so good with a dick in your mouth,” he said. I moaned at his approval. Looking up, I saw him playing with his nipples while he looked down at me, meeting my gaze. My dick was beginning to get harder. I started rubbing it through my pants with one hand while using the other to stroke Shaun’s dick in tandem with my mouth. “No hands,” he said. “Go all the way down on my dick.” I did as he said and started deep-throating his dick. “There you go.”

I continued to deep-throat Shaun’s dick, and I could feel myself leaking precum inside my underwear. I couldn’t remember the last time I was so turned on. Something about this man was different.

Shaun then placed his hands on both sides of my head, holding me in place, then proceeded to fuck my mouth. He was slow at first, but he eventually picked up speed. I gagged a little, trying to adjust to his thrusts, but he didn’t stop. Drool began to escape out the sides of my mouth as I choked on his dick. I just placed my hands on his round ass and let him use my throat for his pleasure. It didn’t take long for him to shoot his load down my throat. I eagerly swallowed.

“Fuck,” he said. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me, tasting himself on my lips. “I wanna see what that ass tastes like.”

He grabbed my hand and led me to the couch. He bent me over the couch and pulled my pants off. I then felt his warm breath on my hole. “You’ve got a nice ass,” he said. He placed a kiss on my hole before pushing his tongue inside of me. I let out a moan as his lips continued to smack on my ass. I was rock hard. My dick was aching to be touched. I reached down between my legs and tried to stroke myself, but he pushed them away.

“I gotcha,” he said. I felt him spit on my hold and use his thumb to push it inside of me. His other hand grabbed my cock and began to stroke it. His hands felt rough against my dick. Calluses from years of going to the gym, I assumed. He brought my cock to his mouth and began sucking it from the back while he continued to finger my hole, opening me up. I began to squirm with anticipation.

“Fuck me,” I said through panted breaths.

Shaun responded with, “Say, please.”

I hesitated for a second, not wanting to sound like a whore, but as he continued to play with my ass, my reservations went away.

“Please fuck me.”

“Good boy,”

Shaun continued to open me up a little longer, then stepped away.

“Don’t move,” he said.

He left for a few moments. When he returned, I felt a cold, slick finger slide inside of me, “Mmmmm,” he growled. “That shit is moist.”

After a few strokes, Shaun replaced the finger with his dick. I felt it press against my hole until it popped inside of me. I let out a low moan as Shaun slowly pushed inside of me. Burying his cock to the hilt.

He began slowly stroking my hole with his dick opening me up. Each push inside sent a shiver of ecstasy up my spine. I felt my hole begin to loosen as I adjusted to his size. I started to push back into him, meeting his thrusts.

“There you go,” he said. “Give me that pussy.” Shaun used his foot to kick my legs further apart, spreading my ass open even more and began to fuck me in earnest. He grabbed the back of my shirt in his fist and pulled me back into him while he thrust inside of me. With each thrust, he pushed deeper and deeper inside of me.

“You like this dick?” Shaun questioned.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You gonna give me this pussy again?”

Without thinking, I quickly responded, “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy,” I could hear the smile in his voice. “That’s what I wanna hear.”

Every time Shaun called me good boy, my dick throbbed. No one had ever called me that before, and most certainly, no one ever made me call them sir, but for some reason, I wanted nothing more than to be a hole for this man.

Shaun began to slow his thrusts. He pulled me up so that my back was against his chest. Kissing my neck, Shaun reached down and started stroking my cock. “Cum for me,” he demanded. It didn’t take long for me to cum. My cum got caught in his hand as he continued to stroke me while the rest spilled onto the floor. I then felt Shaun briefly pull out of me. He took the cum in his hand and rubbed it on his dick before pushing back inside of me. He pushed me back down onto the couch. His thrusts came hard and fast. “I’m gonna nut,” he said just before he came inside of me. I felt his thick dick pulse inside of me as it coated my insides with his seed.

He stayed inside of me until we both caught our breath. I didn’t want him to, but he slowly slid out of me. I began to reach for my pants and pulled them on.

“I had a great time,” I said.

“I did too,” Shaun replied. “That ass tastes good and feels even better. Are you going to come see me again?”

“Yes, sir,” I replied, walking towards the door.

“Hold up,” Shaun stopped me by placing my hand on my chest.

“Did I forget something?”

“Yeah, you forgot to clean that cum off the floor.”

I looked at him, confused, but thought it was mine, so I might as well. I looked around and saw the kitchen. “Let me grab a paper towel,” I said, stepping in that direction, but he stopped me again.

“We don’t waste cum in this house,” Shaun said. “Lick it up.”

Thinking he was joking; I laughed a little bit.

“I’m serious,” he said. “Lick…it..up.” I searched his face for seconds until I realized he expected me to do as he demanded. I must have taken too long to comply. “If you don’t, we’re done.”

I thought for a second. I wondered if it was worth it and what my dignity meant. Shaun didn’t say anything else; he looked at me and waited for me to decide. I began to lower myself to the floor. I got down on my hands and knees. My face hovered over the cum stained floor. I looked back up at Shaun, hoping he changed his mind, but he just looked at me expectantly. I let out a breath and steeled myself. Then stuck out my tongue and licked my cum off the floor.

“Good boy.”

The Aftermath

After a short while Alan returns.

With a wet wipe he half heartedly cleans the cum from my eyes and face. He then kneels down in front of me and raises my head up, holding me by my hair. He looks me dead in the eye with a probing stare.

“How are we doing slut?”

It sounds rhetorical, but even so I’m unsure whether he wants me to respond or not. Alan follows up…

“Are you ready to have some more fun?”

I look back at him with a nervous frown. He smirks, gripping my hair even tighter.

“Say; ‘yes, daddy’!”

He pulls my hair, forcing my head back even further. I quickly respond, biting my teeth together from the discomfort.

“Arh… Yes, daddy…” 

Alan studies my reaction. He sends me a devious smile, then lets go of my hair and gets back up.

“Good, slut-boy! Can’t have you quit on me already…”

I watch him pick up his phone.

“… After all, we’re just getting started, aren’t we….”

Just getting started..?

I’m still struggling to process what has transpired so far… The skin of my wrist feels sore from pulling on the leather cuffs. The ropes gripping my legs and ankles feel tight as I try to adjust myself. My hole is sore and aching, stretched by the butt plug, and the skin of my ass feels red and stings from Alan’s harsh disciplining.

I look up at him. Alan types away on his phone for a moment. Then there’s the sound of a text being sent off, and shortly after, the sound of one being received. He glances at the screen, then drops the phone onto the table as he moves past it. Behind me I hear him opening a cabinet and pulling out some drawers. With my back to him atop the desk, I can’t really tell what he is doing… There are a few metallic clicks that sound like he’s putting something together.

More surprises? 

It would be hard to surpass the one I just had… I couldn’t believe it. 

My thoughts however, are soon interrupted as a series of loud knocks at the door suddenly grabs my attention. I hear Alan walk over, and the click of the key as he unlocks the heavy door. The doorknob is turned and the door opens.

A moment of suspense follows… before the identity of our visitors are revealed.

“Come on in, fellas.” It’s Alan’s voice…

I feel my muscles tense up…

“Robert and Frank I believe, isn’t it?” 

I’m frozen in place.

I hear the three men laugh as they approach me from behind.

“Hahah, yeah sure. Let’s keep things simple…” Frank follows up. I carefully turn my head in his direction. He looks down at me. Our eyes meet in the middle.

“After all…” He continues “We aren’t dealing with the smartest customer over here!” Frank sends me a sarcastic look from behind the mask. I lower my head back down.

It’s all too surreal. What the hell is going on… 

Alan had masterminded all of it… All of it! The first night… The blackmailing… Frank and Rob’s training sessions… The videos! Everything..! And I had let it pull me right in, crossing a new bridge every time they pushed me, getting myself more and more trapped… What the hell was I thinking!!

The three men gather around me, staring down at my exposed naked physique, strapped down and stretched out across the table. Bound and helpless, caught in their web…

I’m not sure what to feel… Embarrassment? Anger? Betrayal? Or just sheer and utter shock! Probably all of it… And to top it all off, all I can do is lie here, unable to hide with every inch of me laid bare for them. I feel disgusting, still covered in lube sweat and cum… and with a butt plug up my ass, just in case anyone had doubts as to what had transpired, just a few moments ago.

“He looks a little surprised!” Rob remarks mockingly.

I shift my head towards his voice.

“… Did you really imagine no one put us up to this?” He continues.

I have no idea how to respond. Instead I just stare at him in quiet disbelief.

“I mean don’t get me wrong – We certainly enjoyed turning you in…” Frank and Rob grin as I shy away.

Rob leans in close. I feel his hand move up my leg.

“D-don’t… stop.” I whimper, but Rob continues unaffected.

“… Most guys would probably have put up a fight… But you seemed very happy with your new role…”

My face turns red. My heart is pounding. I’m forced to take it. All of it. As Rob’s hand starts to massage my ass.

“Don’t deny it, slut… We’ve all seen you… beggin’ for it.”

Frank joins in. And while Rob continues to grope my ass, stretching it around the butt plug, Frank begins to play with my cock.

For a moment I notice Alan, standing a few feet away. He watches us carefully. In his hands a video camera pressed to record…

I snap out of it. 

“No!”

“Stop!”

I shake my body, trying to escape their hands. 

“Get your hands off me..!”

Frank and Rob relent a bit.

“I’m not gonna do it..! I won’t! … I don’t care what you do to me…” I cry out desperately.

The three men grow quiet.

Alan stops recording, lowers the camera and moves closer. He then turns to look at the two masked faces next to him.

“Hmm… that’s interesting”

“And… why would WE bother doing anything, slut?”

I frown at him. What’s he talking about?

“I mean… Have you completely forgotten the room full of people down the hall?”

My eyes flare open… 

No!

“You think that time we gave you in the stocks was tough? Imagine what it would be like if we gave them a free pass to do whatever they’d like!”

I feel my lips tremble…

They can’t!

“Oh and they would jump at the chance too! They’ve all read the file on you; your age, height and weight… your kinks… what turns you on. They’ve seen your pictures…”

My eyes water.

“As far as everyone in that room is concerned, you’re just some whore we hired for the party. A well paid professional that can take a beating. They’re not gonna hold back! In fact quite the opposite… These guys have paid a decent amount of money to get their fill tonight, and they’ve been lining up for a stab at your cute ass, Reily… Haven’t you noticed?”

I immediately remember how we were approached by Monkey, Ram and Fox earlier in the evening…

I struggle against my bonds… My eyes jump back and forth between the three stern faces towering over me… 

Oh my god! They are completely serious!

“… Everyones pretty far gone by now, so forget about screaming for help… or pleading for mercy… that won’t do you one bit. In fact most of them would probably get off on it… haha! You’re not the only one who’s into rape fantasies around here, you know…”

He winks at me. My face burns bright red and my mouth feels dry.

“Oh, and if you’re thinking they’ll be done with you any time soon, think again… There’s so much viagra in that room even the furniture has a hard on… those guys will last for days!”

Holy shit!

“Look at me!” Alan commands in a stern voice. I cower before him but force myself to look up.

“Don’t imagine for a moment that I wouldn’t enjoy throwing your ass in there… hooded and gagged!”

I was right back at the beginning. I can’t focus. My hands feel cold.

Deja-fucking-vu was it?!

Stuck between a rock and a hard place… Or rather three dicks and an entire room full of them…

“But..!” Alan’s voice changes completely, sounding suspiciously sunny.

“I’ll let you choose for yourself. What would you prefer kiddo, the ones you know – and love…” He grins.

“… Or the room full of strangers, and a BDSM-hooker alibi to go with it?” 

Alan doesn’t break eye contact. He looks so damn smug… He’s got me right where he wants me.

I try to wet my mouth, but my response still ends up sounding hoarse and weak.

“Do I have a choice?” I frown… trying to keep the tears back.

“Well… clearly you’re not paying attention… There’s always a choice, slut-boy… Now what will it be?!”

There’s no time to think it through. There is no choice. I open my mouth… without thinking the words pass my lips… The choice is not a choice…

“You…” I replied in a low voice.

“You… what!?”

“You, Daddy”

“Good! That’s what I wanted to hear… I’m glad we could come to an agreement”

Alan grabs my face, squeezing my cheeks together as he stares into my eyes. He looks determined as fuck!

“Now give your daddy a big kiss, so he can tell that you mean it, slut-boy…”

Alan moves his head in and kisses me hard, pushing his tongue in my mouth. He continues kissing me down my cheek and neck. He bites my ear.

“AH!”

“Mmh can’t tell you how excited I am about our little arrangement…” He whispers softly.

I close my eyes in disbelief.

Alan stands up.

“So… Let’s get something to remember this by.” 

“After all…” Alan retrieves the video camera and turns it back on “… it’s only fitting that we finish how we started.”

I try to swallow, but my mouth feels bone dry.

“No need for fancy cuts and scenes. We’ll just make it up as we go… see where the mood takes us.”

I look up at him nervously, then at Frank and Rob as both men begin to unbutton their shirts.

“Just relax… We’re all family now… It’s just you, me and your uncle Rob and Frank…”

It’s not long before they’re naked. The three men move in close, and I close my eyes. 

You know what to do… calms the voice in my head

Just follow their lead…

Forget yourself…

Act the slut…

Lick…

Suck… 

Fuck…

All of it!

…

…

“Aahh!”

…

“Daddy!”

…

…

“Please!”

 

_______

weeks later

_______

 

It’s poker night. Alan and his friends are sitting around the table. The men joke and trash talk as the game progresses. They’re a fair few drinks in.

Cards slide across the green felted tabletop. There’s the sound of ice clinking against glass and the splash of drinks being poured. Then the sudden noise of chips being rozzled together and piled up in the middle. The man chuckles as he exclaims…“All in!” To a murmured response by the others.

Suddenly a loud moan breaks the cozy atmosphere at the table, as the second cock of the evening explodes down my throat. The men burst into laughter!

“… You looked a little tense at the end there, Phil! … Some poker face, haha”

Phil keeps his palm firmly against the back of my head, keeping me in place. He stays down my throat until he’s completely finished, and I feel his muscles relaxing. 

“Ah… Phew… yeah I’m really sweatin’ over here”

I’m quick to suck him off the last bit and swallow the remainder of his load. The other men at the table continue their banter..

“Looks like he knows what he’s doing…” one of the men nods to the guy next to him. I think he’s referring to me.

Phil eases his cock out of my mouth and returns it down his pants. He pats me on the cheek, as if to say good job. It’s my cue to move on. The others are waiting for their turn…

Two down I tell myself. Eight men in total. Six more cocks to blow…

Balancing on my knees I take a few calculated steps to the left, until I’m lined up with another set of legs. I’m not really sure which of Alan’s friends I’m about to get to know better… And it doesn’t really matter – or at least it won’t make any difference…

I ease towards his crotch, making sure to caress his thigh with my cheek as I close in. Slowly but convincingly. I let him know that I want him. That I want nothing more than to suck him off underneath the table as he plays cards. That’s what he wants. That’s what they all want…

It’s effective. Open sesame

The man unbuttons his pants, zips down his fly and reveals his growing meat. I move even closer, and put my mouth on him right away. As I move my head further down on him I feel the slight pull on my arms as the leather jacket of the armbinder contracts. The chest harness feels tight against my bare skin as I tug on the strap that’s anchored to the center of the underside of the heavy poker table. The setup is pretty clever. It restricts my range of motion a lot, but allows me just enough room to circle the radius of the dim, stuffy space beneath the table, with the seven men bordering me on all sides. Just enough room to do what I’m here for…

A hand moves under the table and finds its way to the back of my head. It pushes me even further down onto the now erect cock. I respond in kind, moving my mouth all the way onto him. Satisfied, the hand returns to the table top. I continue sucking him off uninterrupted. The chastity cage dangles between my parted legs, chiming like a bell to the rhythm of my movement.

The pattern repeats and it’s not long before cock number three busts its load in my willing mouth. I swallow and pause for a second. That’s number three. The first guy… Jim, maybe?… Phil, the second… And now the third…

“Looks like Ralph is done…” Someone comments behind me.

Third guy… Ralph. 

I tally the score. Four players left… exempting Alan. Almost halfway now. 

Four men… Each different, but all the same. Just a number, or letter of the alphabet. 1, 2, 3, 4… A, B, C and D

Mr. A is impatient. As soon as he feels my approach, he reaches in and grabs hold of me. He threads his fingers through the hoop of my collar and yanks me towards him. 

Out of the four men so far, his turns out to be the smallest… But what he lacks in girth, Mr. A soon makes up for in tenacity, as he proceeds to hammer his cock down my open throat, in vigorous intervals. It catches me pretty much off guard, and despite his comparatively modest size, I can’t help myself from gagging loudly.

As I try to pull back he pushes down even harder on the back of my head.

“Oh no! You’re not getting off that easily!” Mr. A taunts, much to the amusement of the rest of the table.

The sole of a shoe lands on my butt and pushes on me from behind, forcing me further onto Mr. A’s crotch.

“Get down on that dick, boy!” A voice bellows at me from behind. It’s Alan.

“Ah yeah… that’s it! All the way down” Mr. A grunts. I feel his muscles tighten as he edges close.

“HaaH.. Ah!”

He holds my mouth open as he jerks off into it, missing it completely with about half of his load. He pulls my head back.

“I wanna see you swallow, slut”

The flustered face of a man in his mid forties peeks down at me from the edge of the table. I keep his cum in my open mouth as he watches me. I close and swallow, and open wide again, sticking out my tongue to show him it’s clean.

“That’s a good boy”

He lets go of me, and I move on. Mr. B and Mr. C follow suit.

Mr. B is a challenge and he manages to draw out the session for quite some time, before I can get him to climax… By the time I finish with Mr. C I’m sweating and exhausted…

But there’s still one player left… Mr. D

Big D… would be a more fitting name to him… I noticed it a while in advance. He’s a large man, and in more than one sense… judging by the impressive bulge extending down his trouser leg!

His stomach pushes up against the table, with a bit of his gut sticking out underneath. It sacks down even more as he unbuckles his belt and zips down his pants. His hand reaches in under the table and down his crotch, pulling the content of his trouser bulge out in the open, revealing a seriously large cock!

As I ease myself closer, I’m better able to separate his voice out from the others. Apparently he’s the one who’s been winning a lot tonight, judging by the comments of the other men, which have turned increasingly frustrated, as Big D continues to pile up more and more of their money.

I move my naked figure in between his sizable legs. He begins to stroke himself right in front of me while I sit on my knees, staring timidly at the monstrous cock. I can’t fit that… I’m quick to conclude… But just as quickly, I remember that there isn’t a choice… I’m here to serve all of them, and I’m not done until all of them have shot their load… Alan’s strict instructions. 

Interestingly, and much to my surprise, Big D stays very content with me just running my lips and tongue up and down his shaft. Each time I muster up the courage to take him inside my mouth, he nudges me away with a hand.

I notice that he’s slow to get hard, but I’m not sure if it’s related in any way… 

Eventually the game nears the end, and a showdown appears to be unfolding. I don’t play poker, and frankly have no idea what’s going on, especially in my exclusion below the table… However, judging by the conversation and reactions of the players, I get a broad sense of what’s going on. It boils down to a contest between Phil, Mr. A, Alan and Big D. 

Mr. A is the first one out… Followed by Phil… Until eventually, it’s just Alan and Big D left standing. 

Big D vs. Daddy

There is a long pause, as the entire table of men seem to hold their breath in anticipation… I’m doing the same. Then a loud exclamation. 

“Aaw Christ!”

“Goddammit!”

Who won? 

“Well… what can I say?” I hear Big D boast triumphantly.

Of course… just my fucking luck!

“You fellas sure can’t play worth a damn!”

Big D follows up with a deep chuckle that’s loud even from under the table. I continue to listen carefully, remembering to service his cock with my mouth. 

Big D scrapes together his winnings.

“Well that’s a decent score I’d say…” He chuckles.

“Oh… and, I can expect the rest of my prize later?” 

“Sure… I’ll  arrange it” I hear Alan reply, sounding a little less cheery than usual.

I don’t have to guess the meaning of the exchange… Besides a tidy sum of money, Big D’s grand prize is me… all to himself… all night…

“Well…” Big D concludes. 

He reaches in under the table and retrieves himself, easing me off him with a touch of his hand. He stuffs his sizable member back down his pants with some effort, before pushing out his chair and getting up from the table. The majority of the men follow suit, soon after. 

I’m left a little confused by Mr. D’s curious rejection… But I’m hardly sorry to postpone having Big D’s “big d” shoved inside me. There’ll be plenty of time to worry about that later, as faith would have it…

The remaining men calmly finish their drinks and conversations, but eventually get up and leave, until Alan is the only one left seated at the table. I’ve been sitting quietly in front of D’s empty chair… waiting in anticipation.

“Come here boy” 

His voice is calm, but commanding. I waste no time as I scurry over, arriving at his feet within seconds of the order being given. It’s not hard to figure out what he’s after.

Alan has had all evening to enjoy the scene unfolding at the table… Watching with interest how my efforts below were manifested on the faces and in the reactions of his poker friends. 

Now both the show and game are over, and he has been waiting patiently… 

As I come close, Alan inches his chair back from the edge of the table to allow him a better view of me. He’s puffing on a cigar held between two fingers of his right hand. Alan swirls a glass of whiskey with his left. He looks at me with a calm demeanor. 

“Did you do as you were told, boy?”

“Yes daddy”

“All of them?”

“Yes… daddy”

Alan sends me an inquisitive look.

Big D… He noticed!

“He… He didn’t want me to… sorry daddy!” I begin to plead.

The instructions had been clear “… you take all of them down your throat”

I’m fully expecting some sort of punishment, or at the very least a harsh scolding, but Alan looks strangely puzzled. It takes a few seconds, then his face changes, as the realization hits him…

“Argh! That son of a… he was holding from the beginning…”

It takes me a moment to catch on…

So that’s why he was holding back… I think to myself.

Big D had a great hand and was confident he was gonna win the pot… and get me as a bonus. No need to fully partake at the table, and risk losing his focus, if he could have me all to himself later, anyway.

Alan looks away “Son of a bitch…” 

For a short while Alan seems to be somewhere else, but eventually he remembers the obedient slave kneeling down in front of him.

Alan looks down at me, takes a drag on his cigar, and smiles deviously.

“Did you miss your daddy’s cock, slut boy?”

Alan blows a cloud of smoke at me. My eyes water.

“Yes, daddy… very much!”

“Good… Go’ on then…” Alan puts down the stogie, unbuttons his pants and reveals himself in front of me.

“Show daddy how much you’ve missed it!”

Alan graces my lips with his thumb, and I part my them instinctively to let him in. He plays with my tongue a bit, then pulls it out and wipes the lower part of my cheek.

“You missed a bit” Alan remarks as he returns the finger to my mouth. 

I immediately sense a change in texture and taste, as his thumb hits my tongue… An unmistakable salty residue left over from one of my encounters in the dark underneath the poker table. Impossible to say by whom.

I keep my eyes fixed to Alan’s as I suck his finger clean, swallowing candidly, and continuing the motions licking and sliding my lips down his thumb.

Alan stares at me with lustful eyes as he strokes himself hard. It doesn’t take long before he’s ready for me. I let his finger slip out slowly and dip my head down, to allow the tip of my tongue to run up the length of his hard shaft. 

I send him a seductive look, as I open my mouth and admit him inside, a little over halfway with the first pass, then all the way down my throat with the second and third.

The arm binder is stretched tight with each motion of my naked figure, as I push my mouth further and further down unto him.

He likes it. It’s easy to tell. And I can tell it won’t be long… In that regard Alan couldn’t hold a candle to Frank or Rob.

Alan exhales deeply as he forces my head down with a hand. His cock shoots to the back of my throat as he releases his load, and I feel the warmth of him cover the inside of my mouth and cavity. I suck and swallow all of him with eager movements of my head, making sure to slob and moan lustfully for him.

Number 8… 

Well… 7.5

As Alan regains himself, he sends me a quick smile. I feel spent and tired, but strangely proud to have completed my task to satisfaction. 

Alan pulls out his chair and gets up. He reaches underneath the sturdy table and unclips the carbine hook that fixed me in place. My legs feel wobbly as he pulls me to my feet. Alan extinguishes his cigar as he holds me by the ring of my collar.

A long leather leash from earlier in the evening, lies coiled up on the floor next to his chair. Alan dips down and picks it up. There’s a familiar snap as the end of the leash clicks on to the metal ring. 

He holds me loosely tethered to him, as I trail behind, silent and obedient, out of the smoky poker room. The first chapter of the evening is complete…

Tom’s Visitor, Charlie’s Dream

Ollie was sat outside The Love Boat having a drink and enjoying the nice weather. He was killing time before heading over to meet John Paul at his place for another meet up. Ever since that day at the McQueen’s, they’d met up regularly for more sex, often spending their time fucking each other. They both enjoyed the time, each getting a thrill from playing on their former relationship of student/teacher, and they role played with Ollie even dressing in his old school uniform to enhance the experience. As much as Ollie enjoyed it, he knew there was something John Paul was hiding, and it had something to do with the uniform. John Paul, whenever Ollie wore the uniform, rarely made eye contact as though he was thinking of someone else. As he sat there, he noticed Charlie walking along the deck outside The Dog, looking lost in thought as he headed home from school. It was like a lightbulb switched on, and Ollie realised it was probably Charlie that John Paul was thinking of when they role played, and despite the hurt the idea caused him, he couldn’t deny the swell he felt in his dick at the thought of the two of them sharing John Paul. And as he finished his drink, he headed off to meet John Paul and thought of how to set it up. It had been a while since he’d gotten with Charlie, and it was time for a reunion. A school reunion.

As he left, he didn’t see Damon walk to the table and clear the glasses, his eyes watching the lad leave.

—–

Warren walked the village, his mind filled with what he’d done with Charlie but also remembering Justin. He hadn’t thought of the guy for ages, and everything today had dredged up memories he’d forgotten. As he passed the garage, he realised he’d gotten hard again, and adjusted his jeans as he looked for his keys. He entered and locked the door behind him, before sitting at his desk and checking his phone. He saw a lot of messages from Felix, as well as some from Joel. He opened the thread and started scrolling, his dick getting harder as he looked at the pictures and video’s of the punishment being doled out on that drug dealing bastard. He took his hand in his hand as he watched Joel standing there receiving his blowjob, and as the video played of Ethan fucking Taz over the table, he spat into his hand and started to jerk off to it. As he same all over his hand and stomach, he wondered what would happen if Felix had found out Warren had ended up fucking Charlie Dean, and his hole twitched in fear.. and excitement.

—–

Tom was serving the last customer’s at the café, the afternoon rush finally dying down and he readied the place to close. He and Yazz were supposed to meet up later, and Tom planned to shut up a bit early to get there in time. He looked up at the last customer, and his heart sped up as he saw Prince standing there with a smile on his face. “Closing soon?” Prince asked.

Tom nodded as he looked around, and saw the place was deserted. “Um.. Yea, off to meet Yazz.” Prince placed his hand on his shoulder, letting it rest against Tom’s, the two looking down at it in silence. Without another word spoken, Tom stepped aside and allowed Prince to step inside the café. Prince watched as Tom closed and locked the door, then moved to pull the blinds down on the windows leaving them standing in the shadowed room. Prince made the first move, walking over to Tom and pulling him into a kiss, that the other man returned with passion. They kissed for a while, Prince pushing Tom’s shirt off as he walked them across the room until Tom was pushed up against the counter. Prince worked his hand over Tom’s trousers, but felt his hand stopped as Tom gripped them telling him, “Prince, I’m not sure. I’ve really got to..” The rest of his protest was cut off as Prince thrust his hand into his boxers and wrapped a hand around his dick, and claimed his mouth in a deep kiss that silenced any further arguments. Prince lifted Tom onto the counter top, using his hands to push his mate’s trousers down to his ankles, and he stepped up between the spread legs and pulled Tom’s body closer as they continued their kiss.

The two made out like that, Prince jerking Tom off until he was leaking all over his hand, Tom’s moans muffled by the kissing. As Tom began thrusting up into his hand, Prince broke away and dropped to his knees, surprising Tom by taking his dick into his mouth and started to suck on it. Ever since his time with Hunter, Prince had grown more willing to experience all sides of gay sex, and though he preferred to top and had only bottomed for his brother, he had grown to enjoy sucking dick more than he had thought he would. As he knelt there and sucked Tom off, he let his tongue roll over the shaft as he listened to Tom moan louder, happy to hear his mate enjoying this. The last time Prince had sucked Tom off, he hadn’t really known what he was doing, but after many night’s with Hunter he was much more aware of how to make this feel great for the receiver. Tom for his part couldn’t believe how good a job Prince was doing, and had fight back from moaning too loud. He placed his hand on Prince’s head, resting it there as he felt his mate suck on him faster, until Tom told him, “Prince.. I’m gonna shoot.. Prince..”

Prince never stopped, and relaxed his throat as he completely buried Tom’s 9″ dick in his mouth, and Tom started to fire into his throat. Prince pulled back a little, letting the final bursts fall on his tongue, before rising to his feet and pulling Tom into another kiss as they shared the cum that Prince held in his mouth. After a few minutes the two broke apart, and Prince smirked at Tom as he said, “So, I’ve been practicing.” Tom couldn’t help but laugh at his mate, and he jumped down off the counter and pushed Prince back until he stumbled into a stack of boxes next to the door. Tom kicked his trousers off, leaving him naked but for his shirt, and he moved to rest on his knees in front of his friend. Prince watched as Tom fumbled at his jeans, and fished his dick out. His friend jerked it a few times, but knowing they didn’t have long, he started to lick over it as he returned the blowjob he’d just had. Tom let his tongue slide over the tip, before running it up and down the thick shaft, and as it grew to its full 12″ length, he opened his mouth and started to bob his head. He closed his eyes as he sucked it, letting his hand jerk off the bottom of the shaft.

He got lost in it, hearing Prince moan as he enjoyed the blowjob, before they froze as they heard voices approach from outside.  As they remained still, Tom let the dick fall from his mouth as he recognized the people that were now stood only a few metres away. He looked up at Prince, and whispered, “Shit. Its Mizbah and Zain.” Prince smiled at the fact Tom’s in-laws were stood just outside as he was kneeling after just sucking his mate’s dick. Prince placed a hand on Tom’s head, and as his mates eyes widened, he pulled him back down onto his dick. Tom tried to protest, but this just meant his mouth opened to allow Prince to sink in. Tom tried to keep quiet, but as the dick rested on his tongue, he couldn’t help but resume sucking on it until he was once again bobbing his head on the dick. He kept his eye’s open this time, and looked up as Prince leaned over and peered through the blind, before looking back down at Tom telling him, “Fuck, they’re right out there. That Zain, quite fit ain’t he?” Tom’s eye’s bulged at the comment, but he didn’t stop sucking, if anything he worked his mouth faster. Tom continued sucking, until Prince told him the coast was clear, and he pressed a hand to Tom’s head and pulled him further down on his dick.

Tom knew what to do, and so as he felt the dick hit his throat, he relaxed and opened up allowing it to slide completely in. Prince was now buried in the tight throat, and as he felt it constrict around him, he let out a loud groan of pleasure that Tom was worried Mizbah would hear as they walked away. It was too late now, and as Prince felt his mates tongue slip over the bottom of his dick as the tip was worked by his throat, Prince fired his load into Tom’s mouth. He pulled out as his dick kept cumming, and the final blasts hit Tom in the face as well as on his tongue. Tom sat back on his heels, as he regained his breath, but Prince pulled him to his feet and was about to kiss him when they heard knocking at the door. They both froze, Tom semi naked and Prince with his dick hanging out of his jeans, as they heard Tony outside. “TOM!!! You in there? I need a few bags of sugar, we’ve ran out at the pub. TOM!!!”

Prince smirked as he saw Tom look at the sugar bags next to them, before he pulled their mouths together. Tom sank into the kiss, both of them forgetting Tony as he stood outside calling out to Tom, before he slunk away. Ten minutes later, Tom unlocked the door, and with a glance around, he let Prince leave as he locked up and the two went their separate ways.

—–

Charlie was distracted all night, and no matter how many times Darren, Nancy or Jack tried talking to him, he just couldn’t focus on anything. After so many attempts, he just decided to head to his room and be by himself for a bit. He crashed out on the bed and stuck his ear pods in, selecting a random playlist as he stared at the ceiling. It had been a crazy day, where he’d started it craving drugs that led to him giving a blowjob to his drug dealer as payment. They’d been found by Warren and Felix, and after leading him away, Warren had ended up fucking Charlie in the office of The Loft as he’d talked about Justin Burton, Charlie’s real Dad. After all the encounters he’d had, Charlie would have just notched it up as just another fuck, but the way Warren had called out Justin’s name as he’d fucked him, Charlie’s head was racing. Everything he’d ever heard about his Dad had been what he’d heard from other people, but with Warren telling him about having sex with Justin, Charlie felt closer to his Dad than he had in years. It sounded like Justin had enjoyed many experiences with men, and just that knowledge made Charlie feel better about his own. He gradually drifted off to sleep, his mind filled with thoughts.

*DREAM*

Charlie was kneeling on a large bed, his mouth locked in a slow sensual kiss with a unknown blonde guy. Charlie didn’t recognize the room, but the bed was familiar but he couldn’t place where. The guy he was with made him feel the same, it was like his identity was hidden but he was sure he knew him, and as the two kissed Charlie sank further into the guys arms. Charlie felt himself pushed back on the bed, and the mystery man he was with moved his mouth down to his neck and started to kiss and lick over his body, moving down slowly as Charlie sighed at the soft touches. Charlie pulled the man back up, kissing him before doing the same, moving his mouth down the guy’s chest. He let his tongue swirl over the nipples, before moving lower and licking down the taut stomach, his hand brushing through the matted chest hair as he kissed even lower. Charlie was about to see the man’s dick, but felt himself pulled back up to lie against the pillows. He sighed in frustration, before moaning as he felt the guy lean over and take his dick into his mouth, and Charlie moaned as his dick was sucked gently before he felt the mouth move off him and start to lick over his shaft.

The bed shifted, and all of a sudden Charlie saw the man had turned his body so that his dick was at Charlie’s head while he continued to suck and lick Charlie. Charlie looked at the penis, and saw it was very similar to his own if a little longer, and again a faint memory told him he knew who this dick belonged to. However, all he wanted right now was to take it in his mouth, and so he slowly leaned forward and licked the tip before taking it in his mouth. The two licked and sucked each other for ages, both bringing the other close to the edge before pulling back, and then repeating, They let their hands roam over each other’s bodies, Charlie enjoying touching the mystery man’s hairy chest as he let his hand move between them. As his tongue moved over the dick, Charlie grew more sure he should recognise this man, but his identity continued to escape him.

Eventually Charlie felt his orgasm approach, and he pulled off the dick as he called out. The word he said surprised him, and he arched his back as he called out, “DAD!!!” He fell back on the pillows as he felt the man continue sucking him, and as he looked down he could see the man’s face finally, and saw it was Justin. His real Dad. He turned his head, and once again took the penis into his mouth, this time sucking harder as he knew it belonged to his Dad, and it didn’t take long before he felt it fire into his mouth. The two lay curled up together, both licking their softening dicks, until they broke apart. Charlie didn’t see it happen, but found himself lying over Justin’s chest, his fingers playing in the light chest hair. He sniffed deeply, smelling the man for the first time, and he knew the scent instantly and continued to breath deep so it filled his lungs. They lay there for a while, Justin stroking Charlie’s head, the two not speaking, until Charlie said, “I miss you Dad, I love you.”

Charlie felt himself turned, and before he knew it, he was led on his back as Justin moved between his legs and raised them up. “I loved you too, Charlie. And I’m sorry I left.” Charlie felt a dick at his hole, and he closed his eyes as he braced for the entry. There was no pain or discomfort however, as the thick member slipped inside, and Charlie could only moan as he felt himself filled. It was so good and familiar, and Charlie sighed as he felt Justin rest completely in his ass. Charlie looked up at his Dad, and Justin started to speak again as he began to thrust. “I’m so sorry Charlie. I should’ve stayed for you, but I couldn’t do that to you, you deserved better.” Charlie moaned at the words, his head shaking as he didn’t understand. “You’ve grown into such a nice lad, and I’m so sorry I couldn’t see it happen.” Charlie let his hands grip Justin’s back, and he brought his legs up to wrap around his Dad’s waist and pull him further. Justin just kept his pace however, as he turned serious. “Charlie, I love you. But I’m not your Dad, and you need to know that. You’ve got a Dad, and he loves you more than I ever could. He’d do anything for you, while I just ran away.” Charlie looked up, and saw Justin’s face was growing less defined.

“No, Dad. It’s you, I need you,” and Charlie raised his hand to Justin’s face, where it became fixed again. Justin kept thrusting, and Charlie moaned as he kept his hand on his face, afraid to take it away.

Justin bent his head, and kissed the lad’s palm, and pushed it off his face but he continued to talk. “I’m sorry, but I was never there for you. Your Dad was, and he always will be. Darren, he cares for you. He took care of you. Every time you’ve mucked up, he’s been there. He’s your Dad, not me. Forget me, and live your life.” Charlie felt a tear stream down his face, and as he blinked them away, he looked back up and Justin’s face had changed to Darren’s, and his breath caught in his throat. He reached up and touched Darren’s face, gently stroking it before leaning up to kiss his lips softly.

“I love you, Charlie lad,” Darren’s words hit Charlie, and the lad groaned as he felt the thrusts in his ass. He recognized the sensation now, from his times with Darren, and as he held the man’s arms tightly he realised he knew the smell from earlier as well. It hadn’t been Justin, how could it have been, it had been Darren’s body he could smell, and Charlie raised his head to breath in the man’s scent. “Charlie..” Darren breathed out.

Charlie fell back, now looking up at Darren, and he started to pull the man’s hips forward with his legs. “Darren.. I’m sorry, and I love you. It’s always been you, you’ve always cared for me, and I never appreciated it.” Darren kept thrusting, slow gentle strokes as he made love to Charlie’s ass, and the two fell into a deep sensual kiss as they moved against each other. Charlie gripped Darren tighter, trying to pull them both closer, and his moans grew louder. He heard Darren whispering in his ear, and it was the same words repeated with each thrust.

“My son. My boy, I love you.”

Charlie’s heart exploded as he listened to the words repeat, and as Darren moved quicker, Charlie wrapped himself closer to him. He felt his orgasm approach, and with a yell he shouted, “DAD!!!” He felt himself cum all over his chest, the biggest orgasm he’d ever felt in his life, and he dropped his arms and legs as he watched the man above him raise up onto his arms and hover over him. Charlie was afraid to look, scared the man had changed again, but he saw only Darren staring down at him. Darren was smiling down at him, and Charlie looked back, the two staring at each other as Darren finally came in his ass.

—–

Charlie woke up. He sat up, and realised it was late in the night, and as he reached for his phone he saw it was almost 3am. He sat for a minute and realised his crotch was wet, and as he reached down he found he had cum in his sleep, and it took a second for him to remember the dream he’d had. He grinned at the memory, and he felt a weight off his body. He had been wrapped up in thought’s of Justin for so long, and now he felt he could move past it, but first he had to do something.

He got out of bed, and crept down the stairs moving silently to Nancy and Darren’s room. He pushed the door open, and saw the two sleeping, and he knelt down and crawled over to Darren’s sleeping form. It took a few attempts, but he finally managed to wake him and placed a finger at his mouth to keep him silent, before motioning for Darren to follow him out of the room. Darren did so, checking Nancy was still sleeping, and stepped out into the kitchen closing the door behind him before turning and stepping over to where Charlie was waiting for him. Darren whispered, “Charlie, what is it?”

Charlie moved slowly, and Darren was surprised as he watched Charlie take a final step closer, and place his hand to Darren’s head and kiss him. It was such a gentle, tender kiss that Darren was surprised and he could do nothing but return the kiss, the risky nature of the kiss forgotten for now, and the two stood there for a moment with their lips locked. Charlie broke away, and as Darren stared at him with questions about to spill, Charlie said clear enough for him to hear, “I love you, Dad.” Darren’s heart skipped a beat at the words, before Charlie gave him a final kiss and walked back to the stairs where he returned to his room. Darren stood in the kitchen for ages, trying to think what this meant, and as he saw the sky brighten through the window, he returned to his bed. He led there awake until he felt Nancy stirring awake, before pretending to just wake up and starting his day.

Breakfast seemed to go normally, and everyone noticed that Charlie seemed brighter than he had in months.

—–

Mason felt like a zombie. The fluorescent overhead lights numbed his senses, allowing his hands to swiftly move across the keyboard without much thought. He tried to look out the window, but the blinds were drawn. Probably so the few remaining workers wouldn’t realize how late it was. The blonde felt lethargic, like his face, arms, and legs were heavy despite the fact he kept busy completing his work. The granola bars and other snacks he packed weren’t helping either. Mason’s mind was totally removed from what he was doing.

He found himself in the restroom, staring at his own enervated face in the mirror. Dark bags had formed under his eyes, which were especially accentuated against his white skin. After splashing a bit of water on his face, he conjured up his ever-depleting supply of self-respect and decided that it was about time he went home. His work wasn’t exactly finished, not that he could remember what he was doing anyway, but depriving himself of a good meal while working absurd hours into the night would only inhibit his workflow, right? So, Mason straightened up the collar of his red dress shirt, quickly fixed his hair, and headed out.

Pulling into the driveway, he noticed that the lights were off. Noah must have been asleep, which was fair considering that it was three in the morning. But, Mason still needed to eat. So, he tried to tiptoe around their house as quietly as possible, silently opening the fridge, the light temporarily blinding him, and swiftly shoving their leftover takeout into the microwave. However, this somnambulist device had no concerns for Mason’s noise qualms and proceeded to blast through the food at decibels which should really be illegal. Not even a second later, a groan emanated from the depths of their room and the blonde feared that he was going to wake his husband up. One hasty decision later and he was eating frigid lo mein by himself in a dark room with a cheap, plastic fork. 

Aiming to appreciate that good meal, Mason wolfed it down as quickly as possible and vowed to never do that again. As soon as he threw the carton away, a yawn escaped his lips and he figured that now was as good of a time as any to get some sleep. He went through his nightly routine: brushing his teeth, washing his face, only taking off his pants because he was too tired to fully change into pajamas, and completed it with a graceful flop onto his husband who groaned in response. Mason giggled, planting a greasy kiss on his partner’s face.

Now that Mason was on top of him, he simply couldn’t resist. He pulled Noah close, craving the mingling of their body heat, and peppered his sleeping husband with kisses. Having the larger man next to him made Mason feel secure. The fleeting fragrances of Noah’s cologne made him smell of sandalwood and chestnuts. The blonde raked a coarse tongue up his husband’s neck, savoring the intoxicating taste of light musk and sweat from sleeping under the covers on a warm night. Mason’s member stirred, sleepily poking at his boxer briefs while he continued to shower his husband with love. Impulsively, the blonde stuck a hand down Noah’s pajama bottoms, shivering when his delicate fingers met his man’s cock. It was so thick even when flaccid that Mason had to stretch his hand to get it to fit around the entire thing. He used his fingers to spread the foreskin, playing with the beads of pre Noah secreted in his sleep. Soon enough, he was hard too and Mason took pleasure in jerking his sleepy husband off, fantasizing about what sort of lecherous dreams the big man was having. Mason was so absorbed in these fantasies that he didn’t notice Noah shifting in his sleep and then opening his eyes. The result of which was a groggy shove to the blonde’s chest to get him off of him.

“Not right now, love,” came the response the blonde didn’t want to hear. Mason pouted and rolled closer to his husband who, to his delight, wrapped an arm around him and pulled the smaller man to him. Mason giggled again and turned around so he could plant a kiss on his nose. Noah’s face scrunched up and he said,

“Why does your breath smell like soy sauce?” Mason guffawed and stuck a finger in his husband’s chest.

“I just brushed my teeth. But, more importantly,” The horny blonde pulled down his boxers, revealing his hard cock. “Can we do something quick? I’m reaaaaaally pent up.” He tried to use the saddest face he could muster, but his efforts were lost in the darkness of their room. Noah shook his head.

“Not in the mood tonight, sorry.” 

Mason frowned and pulled up his underwear and turned away from Noah, dejected. The larger man felt bad for his partner, but he was already on the verge of sleep again. A powerful yawn overpowered his will to do anything but melt into their bed and Mason fell asleep with the consolation prize of his husband’s strong arms around him. When he woke up in the afternoon, the bed was empty, and his cock was still hard. He could feel the warmness of Noah’s presence fading by the second, leaving him cold and confused. With a sigh, the blonde mustered up his remaining willpower and got ready for work.

The next day, Mason couldn’t focus on his work at all. To be fair, it was difficult when he had an erection that wouldn’t go away. It was hard enough as is to constantly hide his manhood under the desk. Add that on to the mind numbing work he had to get through and the whole operation became impossible. His boss gave him extra paperwork as well because he didn’t finish everything yesterday. How was that supposed to help? Now he was even further behind! Mason slumped over his desk and groaned. He wasn’t going to get any work done like this. The erection had to be dealt with. 

Timidly, he got up from his desk, hands in his pockets to push his slacks forward so his cock was less noticeable, and sprinted to the restroom. When he got there, black and yellow caution tape was put in an X pattern over the door and a muscular stranger leaned next to it smoking a cigarette. Mason wasn’t sure if that was even allowed indoors, but he didn’t really care. All he could look at was how the stranger’s black shirt fit tightly against his body, making his chest and arm pop out really nicely. It almost felt like he was trying to catch someone’s attention. Drawing his eyes further downwards, Mason could see a really great looking bulge. This stranger was definitely a bull in Mason’s mind. He really didn’t care what others thought of him. He knew that he was hot and wanted to strut it. The most intimidating thing about him though was his piercing blue eyes that were currently staring into the blonde’s soul.

“Need something?” the gruff voice asked.

God, he was hot. Mason’s already turgid dick pounced against his pants harder than before, a dollop of pre spilling onto his underwear. Was he getting turned on just from the way someone talked? He really needed to check himself. There was a limit to how sexually frustrated a person could be. But, here was a previously unknown hunk standing right in front of him as if he was personally delivered from the heavens. Mason briefly looked around to make sure that he wasn’t the only one seeing this hunk of a janitor. Once sure in his mental fortitude, he realized the opportunity he had here. 

“Y-yes, actually,” the blonde stammered before coughing and readjusting his posture. “I needed to use the restroom. Can you let me in?” The janitor playfully looked the caution tape up and down, pretending to be surprised by its existence.

“Closed for maintenance. Use the one downstairs,” he said before returning to the cigarette. Mason looked at him incredulously. He was one of those dense ones, wasn’t he? Shame that he chose a janitorial position. He could have made a killing in modeling. After a not-so-discreet lip bite, the blonde was moved to continue.  

“I don’t know where it is,” Mason said with feigned ignorance. The hunk janitor scoffed. This man’s lying was horrible. Anyone with functioning eyes would see the little guy’s excitement growing by the second. Despite the rudimentary attempt, he decided to play along.

“Yeah? You new here?”

“No. Are you?”

The taller man rolled his eyes and took another puff of his cigarette before looking up and down at the blonde. “Why don’t you ask your partner?” He pointed at Mason’s left hand. Mason looked down and noticed that he was talking about his marriage ring. “He doesn’t work here and besides he left me a bit unsatisfied the other night.” 

The janitor simply smirked at this revelation.

Heaving his body off the wall, he started walking towards the exit, waiting for Mason to follow. It took Mason a bit to get it, but once he did, he quickly followed.

“I’m supposed to be on my break, but I think I can make an exception for such a cute damsel in distress,” the janitor said jokingly before giving the blonde a wink. A small part of him felt guilty for flirting with this super hot stranger, but at this point, Mason wasn’t using his brain right now. He desperately needed this right now.

The two walked to the first floor in relative silence. Mason had to resist the urge of holding onto the stranger like his property. Maybe it was the heat talking, but he wanted everyone to know that he was claiming whoever this new janitor was. Even though he was already married for 5 years now. Mason searched him for a nametag, realizing that he hadn’t even gotten the stranger’s name yet. And right there in the gold tag was… Jason. His name was Jason. Mason smirked. He liked the sound of that.

Soon enough, the duo ended up at the janitor’s closet, which was right next to the restrooms. They weren’t easily visible from the work floor, but a man walking out of them gave the two a strange look as Jason led the blonde inside. Trying to smooth the situation over, Mason gave the man a small wave, but that only made him more confused.

The closet was a rather cramped space, filled to the brim with mop heads, brooms, different types of soaps, and other janitorial products. It was difficult to maneuver between the mess, but Mason didn’t mind. All it meant was that they would have to be closer together. The blonde salivated at the thought of feeling Jason’s toned body pushed up against him, Mason using his weight to shove the smaller male against a shelf or wall. 

As soon as the janitor closed the door, Mason was all over him. He knew the smaller man was horny, but he didn’t expect the barrage of kisses and feelsy, wandering hands that were about to come his way. It was like the pent-up office worker wanted to explore every part of him, a short, but welcome, reprieve from his stressful job. Mason quickly unbuckled Jason’s belt and unzipped his pants, eager to see what he was packing. And what it was, was a monster. 

Jason’s cock was already erect from their short bout of foreplay. The blonde estimated that it had to be at least seven inches and the hard white mass throbbed as if confirming his suspicions. Mason placed a tentative hand on his sensitive tip and slowly dragged it down the janitor’s shaft. The heat emanating from it was incredible; it warmed Mason’s hands instantly. But the real winner was the smell. Oh God, the smell. Jason’s musk overpowered the faint mildew that was present before, completely masking the small space with a new scent. He smelled like a man. Mason kneeled down and let the stream of pre he secreted drip onto his tongue, the smaller male’s own saliva falling onto the floor. The liquid was salty, but sweet at the same time and he couldn’t get enough of it. 

The blonde quickly took Jason’s thick cock into his mouth, stretching it as wide as possible to be able to reach the bottom of the sweaty janitor’s shaft. His gag reflex activated instantly and Mason pulled off of him, coughing up a storm. Jason was much thicker than his husband. He would have to approach this from a different angle. Instead of deepthroating the hung bull, Mason was content with only going halfway, using his coarse tongue to pleasure Jason’s cockhead while his free hands massaged the janitor’s balls. The larger man’s testicles hung low and were extremely full. It seemed like both of them were equally pent up. Mason couldn’t help but drool at the thought of those heavy orbs slapping against his ass when Jason fucked him, his saliva starting to pool into a small puddle on the floor. It seemed like Jason appreciated the blonde’s efforts as he placed his hands behind Mason’s head. But instead of keeping his hand there, Jason grabbed Mason’s shoulders and pushed him against the wall.

“I’d love to play all day with you, but my break is gonna end soon so we need to hurry this up,” he dictated before pulling down the blonde’s slacks as well. Mason felt utterly powerless under the strength of the janitor’s arms and could do nothing but watch Jason ravage him. The janitor positioned his cock at the base of the blonde’s tight hole. Almost as if forgetting his own words, he teased him a bit, pretending to miss Mason’s taint to watch the slutty man pout and beg. Eventually, he got tired of playing and decided to shove his monster cock into him. Mason gasped, not prepared for how big Jason would feel. It was like Jason had taken up his entire insides. It was a feeling of completeness he couldn’t get anywhere else. Hanging onto the janitor, Mason brought the two of them closer, carefully sliding Jason’s throbbing cock inside himself. Loud moans echoed throughout the closet, becoming plainly audible from outside as well. But neither of them cared; they were too wrapped up in their own lust and desire to worry about their fellow employee’s concerns. 

The janitor began to thrust by himself now, quickly bottoming out inside of the smaller male. Not only did Mason take his cock like a pro, but he was squeezing him so tightly. It was hard to keep focused on the rhythm of his hips when Mason’s main goal seemed to be milking every last drop of cum out of him. Jason grunted through his thrusts, sweat beading down his forehead, the compactness of the room making it hot. Both men were panting, their fluids and scents mixing as the janitor thoroughly filled the office worker. 

“Jason, please cum inside me~” Mason cried out. The only response he received was a nod against his chest and another grunt. Jason sped up his broken pace, sloppily slamming his cock inside Mason again and again. When Jason bottomed out inside the blonde again, Mason squeezed as tight as he could. That proved enough for the janitor and a load of hot seed spurt into Mason’s hole. He didn’t want the janitor leaving any time soon, even if they had to go back to work. 

 It took Mason a second to realize someone had opened the door to the closet. There stood the employee who left the restroom earlier, struck dumbfounded by what he just found. With a smile, Mason lazily waved at him again.

“Wanna join?”

Oh we never know what lies in wait for us, do we??

…I really didn’t want it to end, but when someone opened the gameroom door, my new friend drop-down on top of me and put her hand over my mouth. I could feel her warm breath, I could smell her body spray.

” Hello?. ”  came the inquiry. 

The overhead light was switched off. We heard our visitor walk up the steps. She removed her hand from my mouth and gently pushed her cock in and out of me.

” you wanna go have some more fun”?..She could’ve asked me to hold up a Mini mart with a fuckn potato gun and I would have done it, ” sure as long as I’m with you”?…I said. She looked down at my lips and then in what looked a scene from a movie. She opened her mouth and lowered her face to mine. Then without breaking her gaze into my eyes, she gave me a fucking incredible kiss. As she finushed she bite my bottom lip kinda hard..but id be lying if i said it didnt turn me on even more.She pulled her cock out and then reached out and pulled me up. Let’s go get high my boyfriend”?.. it sounds ridiculous but when she called me ” boyfriend “, I fell in love right there.. We made our way up stairs and out to my car. As we got in she said. ” I got a friend I think you will like”..I paused, then said ” where to baby”?..

We got on the interstate,  ” you want to hear some mus……” She was bent over towards me and she pulled my cock out. ” not really”, she smiled as she began running her tounge up and down my cock. ” oh fuck ” was all I could think to say, She did pause and look up at me and smiling  said ” wow aren’t you the romantic type”. She pushed her hand in my pants and as she sucked my cock, she began to push one finger in my ass..I almost lost control , of myself, the car, what fucking sanity I had left…she said” don’t wreck,  I’d hate it if they pulled us out abd your dick was in my mouth, but you were no longer attached to it”.. and she began laughing..she sat up leaned over and kissed my cheek and told me where to go…..

To be continued..

I adore eating a guy’s ass. That’s what I enjoy the most when I’m having sex. I think it goes way back to my birth, to the time I was in my mother’s womb. I’m a twin and I’m sure that I was already licking my brother’s ass before sticking my head out and yelling “hello, what else can I eat?” Pretty farfetched, you will no doubt say. I admit that I have a perverted imagination, something you need if you want to write a short story for Gay Demon.

I was raised in a French-Canadian Catholic village at a time when any sex before marriage was a sin, at a time when sexual behavior was never discussed, not even in private and certainly not in the classroom. I knew I was attracted to boys because my mother received the Eaton catalogue to order clothing, and I would always flip through the pages to find the section showing boys and men in briefs. The rounder the ass in white underwear, the rounder my eyes, not to mention the mouthwatering effect!

Around 16, I was the victim of a handsome classmate known to be a homophobic guy; the term did not exist yet, but I knew that being called a sissy wasn’t a compliment. One day, Barry went further and called me a cock sucker. I asked my dad what this term meant, and he simply told me: “Catholic children don’t pronounce this word; you have to erase it from your vocabulary”. I certainly didn’t mention that Barry wore tight blue jeans and that I liked to look at his ass.

My parents sent me to a private boarding school to finish my high school education in French. It was a seminary and we were about 120 boys. Our names were on a list to form softball teams, a sport I didn’t like at all. What I did enjoy was staring at playmates coming up to bat the ball. I would not look at their swing but would rather scrutinize their ass, imagining how hard I would get if I had a chance to caress and fun-spank it, even sniff and kiss the sweaty crack. In my mind, the catcher had the best position.

I stayed as long as I could in the locker room because I wanted to see every team member putting on or taking off his jockstrap. Not so much to see his cock stuffed in or out of the pouch – though that was a treat, especially if he was cut –, but to see how the straps lifted his butt, putting the peach on the platter so to speak. It’s only after university that I had my first sexual contact. I had dated a girl but it never went further than a timid kiss. The boy with whom I got naked for the first time masturbated and jerked me off, a gay encounter that lasted not more than ten minutes.

It was enough to confirm my sexual orientation, enough to give me the courage to join Gays of Ottawa – Gais de l’Outaouais (GO), the only homosexual group in the nation’s capital. I was in my 20s when I came out to family, friends and work colleagues. Compared to many members of GO, I had been a virgin for too long, and I did some catching up with one-night stands. It was usually cuddling, caressing, kissing and sucking. Some tried to fuck me but I found it too painful. When they asked me to pound them, I usually last my erection as soon as I tried to push my 6-inch dick inside.

Entered Serge, my first long-term relationship. I dated this motorcyclist because he was handsome, had dark blond curly hair, was virile looking, and fun to be with. We went camping on his powerful Harley Davidson, me holding on to his waist and jerking off on the highway. The only drawback was his uncut dick. No offence, but I have a strong preference for cut meat. Serge was the first guy to rim me (a new term in my vocabulary), and when I started to eat his ass, he immediately moaned with pleasure. We enjoyed tasting each other’s butt for almost six months.

The picture of a peachy ass in tight blue jeans might fuel your libido because you like to fuck guys. In my case, it makes me dream of sticking my tongue in than yummy cake. Moreover, I adore kissing a guy’s rosebud and lips, alternately, mixing ass juice and saliva. I should also add that there is nothing like a hairy butt to get me super horny. I find that so virile! I’m not into effeminate men nor drag queens.

Because of my diabetes for over 35 years, I now have erectile dysfunction and can not therefore fuck guys in their mouth. I however adore seeing a twink, a bodybuilder or a bear getting pounded by a muscular dude. My treat is licking their hole before a hard cut dick starts entering the begging butt. I continue to twirl my tongue around the dagger. I even invite a friend to join me. Best threesome experience: we each swallow a ball, chew the nut, then lick the shaft shoving in and out of the divine hole, pausing now and the to kiss each other under the musky paradise.

At 76 and living in a seniors’ residence, I don’t mind hiring a Black guy for an hour ($300), under the condition that he likes to kiss and get rimmed. My regular Rent-A-Man has a 7.5-inch cut piece of meat that I swallow with frenzy after having tongue-fucked and kissed him for fifty minutes. Money well spent.  

At the bottom of the stairs Mr. Tippet has removed his academic gown and is talking to another man, who has his back to the steps. He catches sight of me and I stick my tongue out and pirouette so I can sashay back to the room until they’re done, when:

“Oh lovely, here he is now! Looking gorgeous as usual!”

The other man turns, and as he looks at me I can see the sexual hunger on his face, as well as a certain hardness, and I just know his cock is getting stiff as he fantasizes about fucking me.

“This is Monsieur Arnaud, Richard. He’s with the French department; Algerian by the way. Have you met?”

“Er, no, I don’t think so.”

He extends his hand: “Hello Richard, it’s such a pleasure! You look wonderful, and such lovely legs!” I can feel his fingers scratching my palm as he almost leers at me.

He looks to be in his mid-50s or older, tall and thin, almost gaunt, very dark complexion. I just know he has a hairy body as well, and I can see the bulge in his trousers.

Two of my friends taking his classes said he had a thing for young white boys, and I felt my cock stir as I started wondering what he might do if he had me.

“Thank you!”.

“Non, non, thank you!”

“Richard I’m so sorry. Claude had said he was going to pop around this evening to pick up a book, and it completely slipped my mind…silly me! I don’t know what I could have been doing to forget it!”

Monsieur Arnaud smiles wryly.

“And I’m such a duffer that I left it in my office! Look, I’ll just go and pick it up, and you can entertain Claude until I get back. Shouldn’t be more than, oh, 90 minutes or so. I’m sure you can keep him amused!”

Another wry smile, but this time with a hint of a leer.

“You know where the drinks are, why don’t you get him something?”

And off he went to “get the book”.

“What can I get you, Monsieur?”

“Scotch, ma chérie, straight.”

I didn’t know much French, but I knew enough to recognize that he was addressing me as a girl, so I minced to the drink cabinet, leaned as far down as I could to get a glass, and pushed my arse out. I straightened up, poured his drink, and took it back to where he was standing. The bulge in his pants looked larger.

“Merci, ma petite. But your legs are so long, so…slender. Please, walk for me a little.”

I did a circuit of the room, hips swinging, and came back. I stumbled slightly, fell into him, and his drink spilled on my top.

“Oh, you’re wet, let’s take it off. Arms up, ma chérie!”

And he grabs my top and rips it off over my head.

“Et voilà!”

I’m left in my white boots and panties.

He run his hands over my chest, squeezes a nipple until it hurts, then moves to my back and down to my buttocks.

Placing both hands inside the rim of my panties, he tears them off and throws them on the floor. My cock is rock hard.

“We will not be needing them, I think?”

“No”, I whisper.

He steps back and starts to undress, and when he reaches his briefs he stops. He is lean, no fat, dark skin, dark hair on his chest, and he makes me think of a crouching tiger ready to pounce. He suddenly grabs my cock and pulls me to him hard.

“Now, let’s see what those lovely lips can do – à genoux, salope, à genoux!”

He pushes me to my knees, I roll his briefs down, and out pops a moist cock amid a cluster of dark hair. It’s not too long, but it is pretty thick, and I start to think how nice it’s going to feel in my arse.

Suddenly he slaps my face hard and pushes my head onto his cock.

“Hurry up, my little cock slut!”

I start on the tip, as usual, licking it and rolling it in my mouth and working my tongue around it, but he grabs the back of my head and pushes his cock as far as he can go and holds me it there. I start to splutter, and he withdraws and slaps me again.

“Keep it in, pute!”

And he pushed it in and holds it. This time I manage not to gag, and he gradually starts thrusting. I try to run my tongue along the bottom of his shaft as it moves.

“Keep still!”

A couple more thrusts and he withdraws and slaps my face again.

“On your knees on the sofa!”

I position myself on my knees with my arse up.

He smacks my buttocks hard, grasps my hips, pulls me roughly to him, and just sticks it in and starts banging me…hard. He grabs my hair, wrenches my head back, and holds it there as he keeps fucking me. My cock is about to explode, and I reach down to grab it.

“Don’t touch yourself!”

Then he shoots his wad inside me…once, twice, three times I feel his hot jizz empty into my bum, and then I shoot onto the sofa.

He pulls out, smacks my bum hard again, and tells me to put my top on. I’m about to pull it down and tie it around my bum, but he stops me.

“ No, tie it around your waist, so I can see the rest of you.”

I obey.

“Did you enjoy me?”

“Yes,” and I really had enjoyed him. Although I was with Mr. Tippet, it had been so natural for me to have sex with Monsieur Arnaud, and I started to think that Mr. Tippet had seen something in me and had known that I wouldn’t object to Monsieur Arnaud’s sudden appearance. Why? Because he’d read me for what I’d known subconsciously but hadn’t really thought about, and now I saw myself for what I really was: I was a submissive sissy boy who liked to be used. I’d always put out only a little bit and I’d always let the other guy take the lead, hoping they would…and mostly they did. I couldn’t imagine treating someone like Monsieur Arnaud had just treated me…but I’d LOVED it! Just like I’d loved being a sissy schoolboy for Mr. Tippet.

My thoughts were interrupted by hands on my buttocks, but this time soft. Monsieur Arnaud was tracing small circles on my cheeks, muttering “comme la neige, comme la neige…simplement parfait”.

Just then I hear the sound of the front door. Mister Tippet comes down the hall and sees a naked Monsieur Arnaud playing with the butt of half-naked me.

“Splendid! I thought you’d both find a way to pass the time! He wasn’t too rough, was he Richard?”

“No.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

“Do you remember in my office when I asked you if you liked leather?”
I did.

“Well, It’s still early, so what say we both get you into some nice leather gear and see how you like it?”

The slapping and spanking by Monsieur Arnaud had really flicked a switch, and I nodded yes as Monsieur Arnaud squeezed my cock.

They both smile.