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The music stopped, the singing stopped, the Vicar thanked everyone and then we were done. 

“Michael, do you want to stay for a few minutes? We’ll get your robes sorted out.”

I noticed a few odd glances between some of the older boys as they packed up their things and made to leave. I didn’t think anything of it. I guessed I had missed some joke or other. 

I had joined the choir in this tiny little village church a few weeks ago. I wasn’t particularly religious, but I loved to sing and there wasn’t much else to do around here. Ultimately I was hoping to find some like-minded people and maybe start up a band or something. 

There were boys of all ages in the choir, and a few girls too, with the youngest at maybe twelve or thirteen and quite a few of us up to eighteen and nineteen. We were practicing for an end of summer concert and today had been a rehearsal in our ecclesiastical robes to see how we performed. Mine were way too big and I figured I would need a smaller size. It though it would be kinda weird doing all this in robes and being in church, but surprisingly we were all having a pretty good time and the vicar wasn’t too stuffy and boring. 

As the other boys left the small space, the vicar beckoned me over to him. “Come on, there’s a kind of attic room. My secret space. We can use it as a changing room while we get the right robes.”

I followed him.  He was a nice enough guy and we all liked him. He wasn’t always on about god or trying to convert us, and he understood most of us were there because we liked singing or because our mates had joined. He was into fitness, and he enjoyed giving us tips on how to stay healthy, the best way to lift weights, that kind of thing. I know a couple of the boys in my year had gone to see him one-on-one about fitness tips.  

I followed him through the back of the church and up an ancient, narrow, winding stone stairway that seemed to go on for miles. Eventually we got to a tiny wooden door, about half the size of a normal door. The vicar pushed it open and crawled through. I followed, curious as to what lay beyond. 

We came out into a a small attic room. It had a plum coloured carpet that was threadbare in places, a low vaulted ceiling with exposed beams, and a tiny round window of stained glass at one end that let in just enough light for us to be able to see. 

“We’re directly over the main part of the church here. An odd place. Most churches don’t have these rooms, and we don’t know why this old girl was built in this way. I come up here when I want some privacy.” He said as he closed the little wooden door and turned back to me. “Get yourself undressed and we can get started.” He smiled at me, his eyes seeming like they twinkled before he turned away. 

I unfastened the robes I was wearing and pulled them over my head. I was wearing tight jeans and a t-shirt underneath. 

“Take your jeans and t-shirt off too, and I’ll measure you properly” the vicar called over his shoulder. He was rummaging in some storage boxes, apparently paying little attention to what I was doing. 
 I paused. Did I really need to take off my t-shirt and jeans?  I wasn’t sure I wanted to, but I didn’t want to seem rude. I guessed it wasn’t a problem, so after a moment I pulled off my t-shirt and then slowly peeled my jeans down my legs, being careful not to take my underwear with them.  I stepped out of them, now wearing only some white sports socks and my light blue briefs. It was surprisingly warm up here, but for some reason I got a flash of goosebumps. 

I looked up and noticed the vicar had stopped rummaging in boxes and he was watching me intently.

 “You have a great body” he said, which surprised me.  

“Er…. thanks” I said. I blushed and awkwardly moved my hands to cover the small bulge in my briefs, immediately cursed myself for being an idiot, and then just as awkwardly let my arms fall back to my sides.  

“No problem. Sometimes it’s nice to compliment a guy on his body, right?  I bet you’d like to compliment young David on his. I noticed you could hardly keep your eyes off him.” He chuckled deep in his chest. There was a pause and I know my cheeks and neck flushed a hot beetroot colour. 

The vicar winked at me. “I don’t blame you. He’s a real hottie. Pecks to die for” And he grinned, his eyes locked on mine. 

My eyes went wide. Now, the vicar wasn’t wrong: David was totally hot and he may or may not have been a deciding factor in me overcoming my dislike of religion and joining the choir. But I was left embarrassed and uncomfortable by the vicar’s observations. How did he know…..?

“Don’t worry.  Your secret’s safe with me.” The vicar said with a grin. 

There was another long pause where we just looked at each other. I suddenly felt self-conscious standing here in nothing more than underwear.  The skin on my thighs, between my legs and up my back was tingling.  My pulse had started to race and I knew my cheeks were still bright red. And it was hot up here.  So damn hot!

The vicar tilted his head to one side as if considering something. He seemed to make a decision. He narrowed his eyes, still looking directly into mine, and he said: “Why don’t you take them off?” He paused briefly. He inhaled. “I’ll show you what I’m going to do with you. There’s no better place to be sodomised for the first time than in the sight of god.” 

I think my heartbeat stopped for a full minute, and I know I stopped breathing. I was temporarily frozen to the spot. Everything about this conversation had gone in a totally different direction than I had been expecting.  I’d practically been outed and now he was saying words like “sodomised”?  I knew that meant anal sex…. didn’t it? Was he saying he was going to fuck me? 

In my head I was shocked, but that fizzing sensation in-between my legs was growing to the point I couldn’t ignore it and I had goosebumps everywhere.  The base of my spine tingled and my pulse was so loud I figured the vicar could probably hear it from across the room.  I could feel the blood pumping hot in my groin and I had butterflies in my tummy. 

The vicar smiled again. His smile was reassuring, calming. “Come on. Don’t be too shy. I know it’s what you want.” He stepped forward two paces, right into my personal space, and then he reached down to touch me just below the bulge in my briefs. The bulge that was growing slowly but surely as blood rushed to where it was needed most. 

I didn’t recoil, but I thought I should say something. “Not very priestly of you, is it?” I was trying to be light and unconcerned but it came out dripping with sarcasm in a way I hadn’t intended. 
 

“No, perhaps not. But then I’m not a priest. I’m a vicar. Different religion” he said with a grin and a wink. There was yet another long pause during which I noticed I was sweating. My dick was starting to strain against the fabric of my briefs.  In my mind I was starting to wonder if I wanted this…..
 

“I know you want it. You boys always do.  Look…” 

It was like he’d read my mind. He looked down and I followed his gaze. Sure enough, the bulge in my underwear was bigger, my dick straining at the elastic waistband and fighting to get free. I couldn’t help but notice how sensitive I felt down there.  Hot, and sensitive, and sensuous. 
  

He reached forward and took hold of my underwear, slowly pulling them down mid thigh. I made absolutely no move to stop him. My penis sprang up, set free, allowed to indulge in a full blown erection that seemed to pulsate harder than I had ever know. I took a deep breath. I couldn’t believe he’d done that. I couldn’t believe I’d let him. I couldn’t believe I wasn’t pulling them back up….. I really couldn’t believe I didn’t want to. 

“We’re going to do this anyway, so you might as well join in and enjoy it properly.” He said, still smiling. 

“What if I don’t let you?” I asked, my voice nervous and husky and my throbbing dick belying my sincerity. 

“If I have to, I’ll hold you down. God will give me the strength I need. They I shall place my holy seed into you, and you shall thank the Lord for it.” He made his voice sound all kinda religious like he was preaching a sermon to me.  He chuckled again, so I couldn’t work out whether he meant any of that. 

I went to speak. My mouth moved, my jaw bobbing up and down, but nothing came out. He reached out and touched my chest, lightly brushing his thumb across my nipple.  Moments passed by, each slightly hotter, each more erotic than the last. My nipple was on fire as he brushed it, circled it gently, occasionally moving right across it and pinching it slightly.  I could hardly breathe. 

Eventually I forced myself to speak. “Would you really hold me down and…..” I stopped.  I couldn’t finish the sentence as his pinched my nipple again and my cock pulsed. 

“I won’t have to.” He said, smiling again, drinking in my nudity and caressing my chest.  “Will I….?”

I blinked rapidly. How had we got to this point? I wondered.  A few short minutes ago I was downstairs, singing.  Now I was up here, pretty much naked, the vicar touching me, my dick hard and throbbing. 

I’d experienced very little in the way of sexual awakenings as I grew up.  I passed my mid-teens without a girlfriend and got to my late teens having barely kissed.  Why…..? Well, that was simple.  What I wanted, who I wanted, seemed perpetually out of reach.  Girls liked me, I just didn’t like them.  Not like that.  No, what I wanted was what this man – this vicar – was offering. I just hadn’t allowed myself to admit that to anyone before now. 

I searched my heart and soul. I knew the vicar was right.  I knew I’d let him do anything.  I was curious. So damned curious. More than that, I was desperate for attention.  Sexual attention.  I always wondered what would happen if I had the chance. And now I was here I wanted to try everything and my teenage hormones were practically screaming out for action, rooting me to the spot and forcing me to submit. There was a sense of inevitability.  It was going to happen. It was just a matter of how much time we allowed to pass before it did. 

My hole, my anus which had only ever been penetrated by my own finger, gave an involuntary shudder. Every cell in body came to the same conclusion at the same time: you’re gonna get fucked. 

“I’ll show you.” He said. “You get on your hands and knees here, facing towards the cross under the window. Rest on your forearms, with your head down. Arch your back and flex your hips so that you’re pushing your bottom back, with your anus on show for me.”

The instructions were detailed but I remembered them completely.  To be honest, I didn’t need to remember them because the position came totally naturally to me. I tentatively got into position, my underwear still pulled down to just above my knees. I leaning forward onto my forearms. I pushed my bottom back and out.  It felt so slutty, yet so natural.
 

The vicar got behind me. I felt his warm, smooth hands over my back, tracing a line of godly fire from the nape of my neck down to the base of my spine.  I took a ragged breath as his fingertips strayed close to the crevice between my buttocks. I held my breath completely as a single finger slid lower. 

The electricity that arced through my nerve endings as his finger lightly brushed across my anus was thrilling. It was incredible.  I never knew that being touched like this by another man could feel so….. so amazing!  

He teased me for a while, encouraging tiny mewing noises from my throat as he brushed across it, touched it, caressed it.  Then his fingers were there properly.  He pushed against me, harder now, more determined to explore.  He used his thumbs to pull the edges apart, prodding and poking, less teasing, more urgent. My breathing was deep, but ragged and as urgent as his probing. 

He used the palms of his hands to pull my cheeks apart and then I gasped as his hot wet tongue lapped my anus from bottom to top. My knees almost crumbled beneath me at the sensation.  I heard him chuckle a little, that deep chesty rumble that reverberated up my spinal chords.  I realised I had sweat running down my temples.  

His tongue was there again.  He burrowed with the tip and I tried desperately to relax enough to allow it to worm all the way in.  I practically willed him to do it.  I prayed for it.  He didn’t quite get it inside me, but he spent long minutes making me wet, burrowing into the ring of muscle and caressing the sensitive flesh surrounding my hole.  

My boy hole.  

My pussy.  

Oh god, fill my pussy…..

He reached his thumb out, sliding it over my smooth buttock to rest against my hole.  His tongue was still there, still steamy with a wet heat, his breath still on me. I felt pressure from the pad of his thumb and I whimpered. I pushed back. This was it…..

It slid inexorably inside me and I moaned softly the whole way.  My sphincter was relaxed and I was so ready to have something pushed in there.  It was incredible.  I couldn’t believe how sexy I felt.  I was totally overwhelmed.  

“I think you’re ready.  I like it tight the first time, so let’s not stretch things out too much” he said, his voice soft and quiet. 

My pulse found another gear and the nervousness in the pit of my belly made me squirm. I was excited, but I wondered if it would hurt. I knew it would. I’d never wanted to experience ‘hurt’ before in this way, but I was fixed to this spot and I wanted him to do it.  I was a hot mess.

He must have read my mind again. “It will hurt going in the first time, but it will be unlike any pain you have experienced.  It’s hard to explain. It’s a pain you’ll want to grasp, and you’ll invite it. I recommend saying the Lord’s Prayer to relax your mind, your body, and your spirit.” 

I closed my eyes.  I didn’t need the Lord’s Prayer. God could stay out of this. It wasn’t God’s dick being lined up to take my virginity.  

I suddenly felt something far bigger than a thumb pushing against the opening to my back passage.  I flinched, and he grabbed my hip with one hand. 

“Push back. Do not allow yourself to move forward. Embrace it.” He instructed. 

With his free hand he practically stuffed the tip of his cock into my hole, lubricated by his own saliva.  I whimpered again, but I pushed back as much as I could. Without warning he thrust forward, almost pushing me off balance and I cried out as the head of his cock popped inside me. I flexed my fingers out wide on each hand as the pain seared through me.

It burned and the stinging around the top and bottom of my ring was almost unbearable for a second or two before the sensations almost immediately began to change.  It was confusing.  It hurt, but I wanted it.  It was pain for sure, but there were waves of pleasure too.  

As he remained there, unmoving, he reached over me and grasped both my shoulders with his hands.  My muscles twitched and flexed, trying to accommodate this new thing inside me, trying to relax enough to take it, trying to find ways for the pleasure to take precedence over the discomfort. 

“Our Lord……” he began.  

It triggered something in my mind.  It distracted me and I relaxed, stopped clenching, and in that second he thrust with his hips while pulling me by my shoulders.  I cried out again as the entirety of his shaft slid quickly through my hole, all the way, until I could feel his bushy pubic hair on my buttocks and around my anus. 

I had tears in my eyes, but I was grinning. 

“Thy will be done…..” He intoned before pulling back a way, allowing his thick, veiny shaft to slide back before thrusting again. 

“Oh!” I exclaimed. “Oh….. Oh….. oh…..” In time with his thrusts, in time with the rhythm of his fucking. 

The pain had gone and the lingering discomfort was wearing away. I was left with an amazing feeling of his hard flesh inside mine, sliding in and out, touching places I never even knew I had. Every sensation was incredible, so intense. It was a thousand times better than touching myself. 

The vicar reached down and around to grasp my penis and play with my balls.  My dick was soft now, with all my sexual focus taken up with the amazing feelings around my anus and rectum. His touch brought it to life, made it grow, and he slowly jerked his hand back and forth in time to his own cock moving in and out of me.  I was moaning loudly now, moaning and whimpering and making pathetic breathy sounds that I simply could not control. 

I felt slutty.  I was ready to do anything he wanted and a little part of me wanted him to do anything and everything, to have me be his submissive little bitch. If he wanted to piss on me, I was okay with that….. he could slap me, tie me up…… I’d let this man do anything. Anything at all. I was in a foggy state of sexual arousal like I never even knew was possible.

He slowed his thrusts down to a stop then gently pulled his dick free of my hole.  “Turn around and lay on your back. I’d like to look in your eyes when I fill your insides with my cum” he said.  

I scrambled to obey, my legs wobbly as I switched positions.  I turned over, got on my back, and instinctively I grabbed my legs behind my knees, pulling them back and exposing my gaping, pink hole.  

The vicar smiled down at me, stroking his cock.  I got a good look at it.  It was thick and veiny just like I thought.  The head was relatively small, the same size as the shaft, a throbbing purple colour.  I wanted it back inside me, where it belonged. 

“Tell me what you want” he instructed. 

“Fuck me!” I said without a moment’s hesitation. “Put it back in!”

“Such a good boy” he chuckled as he lined himself up.  I shuffled into him. I wanted it.  I felt hot, not like heat on a summer’s day, but a deep heat that was growing inside me.  It was an incredible feeling. And I felt oddly naked without something in my hole, without him bending over me and filling my vision. 

His head touch my hole and I squeezed my eyes shut. I felt it slide in, just the smallest feeling of discomfort as my ring, now closing, was forced open once again.   

“Oh….. godddd…….” I murmured. 

He chuckled.  “Yes. Exactly.” he said softly as he pushed the length of his shaft deep inside me. 

That made me chuckle too.  His silly joke while he thrust at my back door.  

“Do you really believe in god?” I asked, suddenly curious. 

“Of course” he replied, his focus entirely on his own shaft slowly pumping in and out of me. 

I pulled my legs back further so he could get a better view. “But surely this isn’t very….. biblical” I said. I was trying to goad him.  Maybe he’d spank me.

He laughed enough to pause his thrusting. “That shows you haven’t ever read the bible” he said. He looked at me, winked, and slowly pushed all the way in.  I exhaled every bit of breath I had. 

“If it’s god’s will that I give some of you boys what you want, who am I to argue?” He said after a short while. “I am your shepherd, showing you the way, helping you making the crossing from boyhood to manhood. You’re old enough to consent, and I haven’t taken anything that wasn’t freely offered.”

My eyes went wide. “But you said……” I paused.  I knew he’d been joking around.  “What I hated it….?” I blurted out. 

He thrust three times hard and fast to stop me talking.  It sent my eyes rolling up into the back of my head. 

“Yes, it looks like you’re having a terrible time” he said with a grin. Before I could recover and speak again he added “Sometimes you boys need a little….. encouragement, that’s all” 

I pulled my legs back again. It was so deep now. 

“You’re enjoying this, right?” He said.  It wasn’t a question. 

I nodded.  “Enjoying” wasn’t the word.  I was in heaven….. I closed my eyes so focus on the sensations so deep in my guts.  I nodded. 

“Good.  You’re a natural.  A beautiful young bottom.  Tell me, is there anything you won’t do for me at this moment”

I shook my head.  I couldn’t speak.  He thrust again.  And again.  He pulled almost completely out of me, then forced himself back in quickly. My breathing was shallow and ragged. I felt close to coming, even though I wasn’t even touching myself. 

The vicar leaned forward and planted his lips on mine.  He gave me a deep, wet kiss, his tongue snaking into my mouth and exploring around my teeth, my gums, and playing a game of chase with my own tongue. I whimpered again.  I was so close…..

He held my face, kissing me and licking me, nibbling my earlobe and biting at my neck while he pushed and thrust with his hips.  I was practically unconscious with heat and waves of unbelievable pleasure crashing over me like waves on a beach.  

Suddenly my eyes went wide.  There it was. The point of no return.  I felt my orgasm build and build and he thrust and thrust.  The staccato movement of his penis was pushing me over the edge.  

“Don’t stop…… don’t stop…… don’t stop….” I breathed over and over and over.  

I felt his dick swell.  I could feel it throbbing against the walls of my rectum, throbbing around my anus, blood pumping and swelling it to what felt like twice the size!  He stopped thrusting and I sighed with disappointment as I was almost there. I felt as though I had been left on pause, teetering right on the very edge, and that literally any movement now would send me crashing into the depths. But there was no going back now…..

Then there was a mighty spurt inside me. I felt it, the heat and wetness.  Then another.  He surged forwards, sending his salty-sour juices deep up inside me.  The thought of it, the new sensation, the thrust of his penis as he lurched to push deeper up my ass….. it was everything I needed and more. 

My scrotum tightened into a scrunched up ball and my cock throbbed, my blood pumping everything I had into it.  I cried out as a huge ejaculation burst from the tip, wracking my body with convulsions. Another followed quickly, then a slight delay, then another.  All the while my new vicar friend was rocking against me, his own orgasm almost spent. 

I was sweating. Waves of heat were still sweeping over me and I felt exhausted in a way I’d never felt.  He cock was still throbbing, pulsing away even though my balls had nothing left to give. The vicar’s thrusts had slowed to almost involuntary spasms. The whole thing had been glorious. 

I breathed heavily, gasping for cool air.  The Vicar chuckled again. He raised himself up and extracted his shrinking dick from my well-used hole. “Thy kingdom come” he said softly as he watched a trickle of his juices slide from my gaping pink hole. 

“Here” he said. An instruction.  

I sat up, covered in my own cum and leaking from my open pussy.  He beckoned to me, held out his penis.  

I got on my knees and took him in my mouth.  I sucked the salty, earthy juices from him, never once complaining or worrying about where it had just been.  I was still submissive and still ready to do anything.  I savoured every lick. 

I slurped and licked and sucked, used my tongue to get the final drops from his pee hole.  Finally he took my head in both hands and gently moved me, pushed me away from his now flaccid dick. 

“You did well. You came a lot, and hard. I like that.” He said. 

I sank back to the threadbare purple carpet, nude except for the underwear that had clung to my knees throughout.  I lay back, just breathing. The air felt cooler up here now as my sweat evaporated off me. I closed my eyes. My dick ached, my balls felt sensitive, and my hole was hot and felt like I still had something shoved in there.  They were amazing feelings that I relished.  

The vicar grabbed a couple of clean towels from somewhere over by his storage boxes.  He kept one and tossed the other over to me where it landed on my chest. 

“Don’t worry about getting it dirty,” he said casually. “Just clean yourself up as best you can. I know that was hot and sweaty work.”

I grabbed the towel and rubbed it over my face and chest, drying the sweat before I used it wipe up my cum and then clean up around my ass.

“If you want to come by mine you can shower, but I guess you’d rather go back to your place and shower there….?”

I thought for a second.  Yeah, I’d rather go away from here and process what just happened.  It wasn’t that I regretted anything, just that I needed to make sense of this bizarre situation. And if I was totally honest, I was already planning to play with myself while I relived it.  “I…. I’ll go home, but thanks” I answered.

The vicar smiled at me warmly.  “I understand.”  

There was silence as we both dressed. My underwear was wet with sweat, but I pulled them up anyway and climbed into my jeans and t-shirt. 

“Oh…. What about the robes?” I asked, suddenly remembering why we were here. 

The vicar winked at me. “Your robes are down in the church.  I gave you a few sizes too big on purpose.”  He grinned. 

I grinned too. I couldn’t help it.  “That was….” I tried to think of the word. He stepped forwards and embraced me, and we hugged. 

“Yes, it was incredible.  You’re definitely the best of the boys” he said. 

I pushed away from him. “You’ve had……” suddenly I realised…. The odd looks between some of the boys…. The one-on-one fitness sessions…. Boys coming back here for more….

“The Lord moves in mysterious ways” he said with a smile plastered across his face.  “Perhaps next time we’ll conspire to get David up here too.  You seem like the type of submissive little thing who’d enjoy being screwed by two men at the same time.”

“Next time….” I muttered, my mouth hanging open.  “David…… screwed….” I was tying to make sense of these things.  The unexpected mention of David had sent my mind spinning.  

“I’m certain that David would like that very much.  He watches you almost as much as you watch him” he said with another of his chesty chuckles.  

My eyes went wide.  “You think…..?”

He winked at me.  “I know. Besides…. David….. such a biblical name.”

I laughed at that and as I did I felt a little truckle of cum seep out of my ass into my underwear. 

“I guess the Lord does move in mysterious ways!” I said. 

The vicar showed me out and I made my way home on shaky legs.  I had a long bath when I got back to my house where I touched myself to make sure I had actually closed up again, and jerked off twice until my balls ached. 

As I lay back in the water that had now cooled to room temperature, I wondered whether I would be up for doing that again. I wondered if the vicar could engineer a situation where David would join us.  I laughed to myself.  

Of course I would do it again. 

To be continued……..?

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My moaning got louder as the vibration of the beads in my ass got even stronger. Anubis had periodically been increasing the power of the vibration to a point that felt nearly impossible. I had completely lost track of time, but the size of the puddle of saliva on the floor that had dripped from my mouth held wide open by the metal gag indicated that it had been quite some time, possibly hours, since Anubis left me chained to the sawhorse so he could watch me struggle and moan at the vibrating beads he’d inserted into me. Tears streamed down my face at the discomfort and stimulation, my body glistening head to toe in sweat. My erect cock strained beneath me against the top of the sawhorse through my jockstrap. Without warning, I felt a large powerful hand on the small of my back.

“How are you feeling, boy?” Anubis asked. I had been so preoccupied with the vibrating beads that I hadn’t heard him get up from his bed and walk over to me. “Have you had enough yet?”

I nodded my head furiously, grunting and moaning through my forcibly open mouth. I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed him to bring the torment to an end. 

Anubis laughed. “I’ve been enjoying those sounds you’re making, boy,” he said. “It’d be a shame to have to bring them to an end so soon. Though I guess I’ll have plenty of time to hear them again. Very well.”

Anubis snapped his fingers and the vibration stopped. I let out a sigh of relief, panting atop the sawhorse as he stepped around to my face and knelt down, tilting my chin up to look him in his eyes. I could feel the hot breath from his jackal’s snout in my gaping mouth as he leaned forward. He wiped a stream of saliva from the corner of my mouth and licked it off his finger before loosening the gag and removing it from my head.

“Quite the mess you’ve made on the floor there,” he remarked. “Perhaps I ought to have you lick it up yourself.” I shuddered as I stretched my jaw, stiff from being held open for so long.

“I do have more fun plans for you though,” he said. “So we’ll forego that this time.”

Anubis walked around behind me and one by one slowly pulled the beads out of my ass, letting out a moan as each one slid out. I then felt the spectral chains binding me to the sawhorse disappear. “Get up and come with me,” Anubis instructed.

I slid my legs over the side of the sawhorse and stood, my knees nearly buckling from having been in my compromising position for so long. I followed Anubis back toward his bed where before getting in, he pulled me toward him, my back to his chest, my head coming to rest between his muscular pecs. He leaned his head down to whisper in my ear.

“You’ve had some training, boy,” he said, tracing his metal claw over my nipple. “Now it’s time for the real thing, my cock in your ass. Hope you’re ready.”

I winced as he dug his claws into my upper arm and tossed me into the black satin sheets of his bed and crawled in after me. I froze before his massive nude frame, not sure what to do.

“Position, boy,” Anubis barked. “Center of the bed, on hands and knees, ass up, bowed down as if you were worshipping me.”

I quickly obeyed and got into position. More ethereal black chains emerged from the bedsheets and wrapped around my arms and calves, binding me tightly to the bed as my breathing quickened. Anubis coated his dick in the same oil he’d lubricated the beads with and sidled toward my exposed ass on his knees. He leaned over my back, his hard cock coming to rest against my ass as his chest lay on my back and his head came to rest next to mine.

“Don’t try to resist me, boy,” he whispered sensually. “This becomes easier for you if you just let it happen.”

I gulped as he got up off me. He placed the head of his massive cock at the entrance of my hole, having been recently broken in by his beads. He placed one hand on my shoulder and guided himself in. I gasped as the head of his cock entered me and he chuckled at the sound.

“We’ve barely started,” he said. “Don’t be afraid to make any noise. Just the two of us here in my realm. No one to hear you scream.”

I moaned as he started sliding his dick in and out, the sensation much different from the beads. For one, he was thicker than the diameter of the largest bead. I could feel myself stretching even further as he pumped in and out of me. After a bit more of that, without warning, he rapidly slid another few inches of himself into me, causing me to let out a small scream.

“That was nothing,” he said, gripping me by the hips. “You’re lucky I didn’t just ram the entire length in. Good thing you satisfied me during your oral training. Eventually you’ll be taking the full length at a high pace. Hopefully you’ll be prepared for when that day comes.”

My moaning was near-continuous now as he thrusted in and out, using more of his cock each time. My cock began to leak precum as he slammed his into my prostate over and over. He still hadn’t reached the hilt of his cock with his thrusting, but already I felt the pressure against the walls of my ass as I was entirely filled with him. He continued, and I felt the stimulation in my cock even stronger. I wouldn’t be making it out of this without cumming myself.

He continued his thrusting, using just over half his cock each time. His pace quickened, and my moans got louder. My cock felt ready to burst with every thrust. I wouldn’t last much longer. Suddenly his claws dug into my hips and his thrusting got faster. I felt a surge of stimulation through my cock just before it released out the tip, spraying my cum directly into my gold jockstrap. I moaned as he kept thrusting, and I kept ejaculating, and the cum started leaking through the jockstrap and onto the sheets. Despite my climax, Anubis showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. He had the stamina one would expect from a god, and he leaned over my back, angled my head back, and started making out with me, his tongue flicking around inside my mouth. 

He fucked me like this for hours, a continuous thrusting. A layer of sweat covered my body, dripping into my eyes and mouth. I came three more times in the course, the pouch of my jockstrap now thoroughly soaked with my cum, a wet spot formed beneath me on the bed. Suddenly, Anubis gripped my hips even tighter, his claws nearly breaking the skin. He started to thrust faster and deeper, using about nine inches of his cock with each thrust. He grunted as he thrusted, faster and faster, until he finally let out a deep groan as I felt him empty inside me. His hot viscous cum coated my insides with each pump. He ejaculated what felt like a pint of his cum inside me before pulling out. The chains dissipated and he pressed his body atop mine, face down, flattening me into the bed.

“You took that well, boy,” he crooned into my ear, his hands reaching beneath my chest to caress my nipples. “You’ll be taking the full thing sooner rather than later.”

He rolled off of me and pulled me up onto his chest, placing his hand on my crotch, wet with my cum.

“Hm, what’s this?” he asked, rubbing the length of my still-erect cock. “Feels like someone got a bit too excited during our little fuck.” He pulled his head right next to my ear and began to whisper threateningly. “I don’t like it when my slaves get hard and cum.”

I gulped, glancing at the wet spot shining on his sheets. He dragged a finger through my cum on the bed and stuck it into my mouth, forcing me to suck it off. “I guess I’m going to have to do something about this,” he said, scooping up another finger of cum to place in my mouth. “I honestly thought you’d last longer before I had to do this to you.”

He flipped me over and shoved my face into the cum spot on his bed. “Lick all that up first, boy,” he ordered. “Then we’ll move onto the second part of your punishment.”

I wondered what he could mean by punishment, what he intended to do to me. I begrudgingly lapped up my cum off his bedsheets, shuddering at the salty taste. He yanked my up by my neck and waved his hand over the spot, instantly drying it, making it look like nothing had happened. He tightly gripped my wrist and dragged me off the bed and over to the x-shaped cross by the wall. He pressed my back up against it and secured me in, straps going across my wrists, biceps, thighs, ankles, waist, and a thick brace for my neck, keeping my head looking forward. He took a black whip off the wall and cracked it, making me jolt and pull against the straps to no avail.

“Struggle all you want, boy,” Anubis said menacingly. “But this is what happens to the slaves who decide it’s ok to cum without my permission.”

The next thing I felt was a stinging pain across my chest as the whip cracked. I cried out and felt tears come to my eyes as Anubis laughed.

“You better not be crying yet, boy,” he said. “That’s just the first lash. You’ve got 99 more coming your way.”

I screamed as the second lash hit my chest harder than the first, my erection fading against my now cold and wet jockstrap. The third lash struck. Fourth. Fifth. Tears were streaming down my face as I cried out to Anubis to stop.

“Please master, have mercy!” I cried. “It won’t happen again, I swear!”

The whip cracked across my thigh as Anubis laughed, seemingly relishing in my agony. “Correct,” he said, whipping me again. “I’m making sure of that right now. Keep screaming like that, it gets me going.”

I let out a scream with every lash that pelted my helpless body. He continued whipping me for what felt like an eternity until he finally put the whip back on the wall. He walked toward me and stepped close, his breath hot on my face.

“One hundred,” he growled. “Time for part two.”

He snapped and the straps holding me to the cross released simultaneously and I fell to the ground. I looked down at my body and saw it covered in bright red welts.

“They’ll be gone by tomorrow,” Anubis said, yanking me to my feet. “That’s part of the magic of the Duat. Now come with me.”

He pulled me across the room to a black chair and pushed me into it. Black chains shot out from the armrests, legs, and back, fastening my wrists, ankles, and chest to the chair with my legs spread wide. He pulled my jockstrap down, exposing my cock for the first time since I’d been sent here. I looked into his eyes, the orange glow now feeling more angry. He twisted his hand and a small golden device appeared, almost like a small cage.

“This is to make sure you don’t get an erection without my permission again,” he said. He opened the ring at the base of the cage and fastened it around the base of my cock and balls. “Technically I could magically keep you soft and keep you from cumming that way, but it is more fun for me this way. I get to see your discomfort as you strain trying to get hard through the chastity cage.”

Anubis pressed the cage over my dick, where it magically fused with the ring at the base of my genitals. Seeing my dick locked away like that made me start to breathe more heavily, the thought of painfully straining against the metal at the forefront of my mind. I started to pull against the chains.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it,” Anubis chuckled. “You’ll have that on nearly continuously for the rest of your life, eventually it’ll start to feel like a part of you. Oh, and one more thing.”

Anubis brandished a small gold rod with a carnelian stud at the end. He brought it to the head of my dick in its new cage. He slowly started to slide it through a hole in the tip of the cage into my urethra, eliciting a strong uncomfortable sensation. I cried out as he slid it in further.

“You won’t be needing this,” he said. “Your involuntary bodily functions are suspended here. You won’t be needing to piss.”

I moaned as he slid it into my dick all the way to the stud at the end, fastening it to the end of the cage. I stared down at my cock, now caged and useless. I looked back at Anubis, fear in my eyes.

“I’m growing tired, boy,” he said, waving his hand to vanish the chains holding me to the chair. I reflexively took my caged cock in my hands, the feeling surreal and uncomfortable. Anubis grabbed my arm and led me back to the bed. He replaced the leather mitts on my hands and they fused again to the metal cuffs. He took a new gag off the wall, one resembling a muzzle that held my jaw tightly closed and strapped around the back and over the top of my head. He fastened it securely onto me and swung open the door to the cage under his bed.

“I’ll see you when I wake,” he said. I crawled into the cage and he slammed the door behind me. I curled up on the floor, looking at my cock locked away in its golden prison, then at my hands sealed away in their mitts. Anubis crawled into his bed and began to rest. I laid there, breathing heavily after what I’d endured through the day. My asshole still ached, and my torso stung from the whipping. I imagined what Anubis would try doing to me tomorrow. Would he consider me trained enough to take his entire cock? What could he possibly do to me? He seemed to get some sort of pleasure out of whipping me, would he do more to torture me just because? I began to weep through the pain at the thought of what would come to me tomorrow.

After our little jerking off session on camera together; We didn’t speak of what had transpired. It was almost as if it never happened. We continued to tease and play games with each other though as we left doors open, turned porn volumes higher, or walked quickly to the bathroom naked. Our relationship was better than ever though. Now that I was 18 and graduated from high school, I found myself with a lot more free time and more opportunities to explore myself. Not only sexually but by just hanging out with my friends and drinking when I shouldn’t have. It was one of those nights where I drank too much that my dad and I grew closer again. 

Some of my friends had invited me over to play some video games and drink for a bit. I mainly went to play video games but we all ended up caring more about the drinking than anything else. Beers, shots, and drinking games make it easy to lose track of how much you had to drink. Now, of course when you get a group of horny teenage boys together, eventually the topic of sex gets brought up. Boys hungry for pussy, fingering their girlfriends on road trips, or about how their soft lips wrap around their huge dongs. I couldn’t completely relate, rather thinking about how I would prefer their lips on my dong, but I understood the deep desire to shoot spunk whenever I could. 

I eventually left, much more drunk than I expected to be, and walked home through the night. Luckily I didn’t live far so it was a stumbling ten or so minutes until I dizzily entered my house. It was dark inside, only a small night light to give me guidance, and so I assumed my dad was out for the count. I laughed at myself for how drunk and great I felt and lazily flopped onto the couch in the living room. The room spun as I tried to focus on anything but ended up giggling to myself, not sure if I could summon the strength to get back up. Eventually I gave up, and started to strip my clothes off on the couch, until I was butt ass naked. My cock was engorged from the previous conversation with the boys and my hand couldn’t help but to wonder down and caress my balls a bit. I felt flushed as I imagined fooling around with my friends at the party. A giant orgy would’ve been so hot. I fell to sleep before I played with myself too much though. 

I awoke some time later lifted into the air. I could barely make out what was happening but I could feel my dads arms lifting me up and carrying me to another room. I managed a smile and a drunken thanks as he smiled back. My room was upstairs so he ended up taking me to his room instead and laying me down on the bed. I hadn’t touched the bed in here in years so it felt oddly rousing to be touching my fathers bed. My eyes darted around the room to see my dad until I spotted his semi-erect cock hanging not far from my side. Mine followed suit as I looked up and met his glance. His eyes were dark and stared into mine, but his smile was warm and inviting, so my cock pulsed. 

He let out a loud laugh, “Did you have fun tonight, son?”.

I nodded, unable to form the words that expressed how much I had enjoyed myself, and felt silly. He laughed again as he patted my chest. “Why don’t you go ahead and sleep here. I’ll go sleep in the living room tonight. Sound fair, bud?”, he began to turn away but I reached out and grabbed his hand. I wasn’t sure what had taken hold of me but I wanted him here. He sighed and simply walked to the other side of the bed and crawled into it. 

I grinned to myself like an idiot but hid it as we both lay turned away from each other. My cock grew in excitement as my fully naked dad lay right behind me. I could feel the precum slowly forming on the tip and dribbling down to my hood. I imagined he was sleeping but wanted him so badly to roll over and hold me. My hand wrapped around my cock and began to slowly grind up and down. I could hear the precum lubing my cock with a tacky pulling sound. I knew I had to be slow but I was terribly drunk and precision wasn’t my strong suit. 

I felt the bed move and my dad push into my back. His fuzzy chest tickled my shoulders and his warm breath rolled over my neck. Before I knew it his hand was draped over me and holding my shaft. His hand was so much bigger than mine. It was calloused was all of his work as a mechanic but it felt manly against my soft genitals. I let out a moan and I could hear him breath through a smile. He began to slide his hand up and down, taking my foreskin with it, and bringing me a pleasure I couldn’t explain. I felt it deep within my gut and sending tingling sensations through my entire body. The strokes were slow at first as his fingers felt all over my cock and balls. He pulled it away as I heard him spit into it and returned it back to my cock. The warm saliva made me gasp. 

He wrapped his other arm under my neck and put me into a soft cradle, with my head being propped up by him and it wrapped around. If he squeezed he would be able to choke me. His hand worked my tool faster and more quickly, working with the head and pulling back down when I squirmed too hard. I wasn’t going to last long as I whimpered under his touch. I began to mumble, “I’m cum-“, when his other hand wrapped around my mouth and staunched my voice. I bit into it with pleasure as I felt my hot spunk shoot and drench part of my stomach, his hand, and the bed covers. My body shook with pleasure as he held me for a moment before softly letting go and giving me a pat on the waist. I sat catching my breath as I felt him turn over quietly. 

I struggled to maintain consciousness as thoughts raced through my head at what happened. The darkness came though, as I was drunk and exhausted, and fell into sleep. My final thoughts were that I wonder where this could lead now? Twice we’ve done something and I was determined to vocally bring it up before long.

Getting to Know You Better 

Bill was understandably a bit nervous on the drive to his house.  He had a chance to actually take a good look at Barry and he really liked what he saw.  Barry wasn’t classically handsome but he had a rugged charm to him that appealed to Bill. It also helped that from what he could see Barry had the most spectacular hairy chest and that was a very definite plus for Bill.   In their encounter Bill could only really tell by touch what Barry was really like and he was keen to actually see him properly.  Barry on the other hand had seen a lot more of Bill and loved what he had seen and experienced.  He wanted to explore further and his consignment could wait for a couple of hours.  

As they pulled up in front of the house Bill tried to open the door of the cab but couldn’t.  Barry smiled as he reminded him that he was still naked and dirty and whilst that was fine with Barry some of the neighbours might notice.  He could see a couple of curtains twitch as he pulled up and was keen to maintain at least some of Bill’s standing in the neighbourhood if at all possible.  He handed Bill his jacket from the cab and Bill put it on and snuggled into it for a few moments.  It felt good to be wearing something again and the fact that it smelt like Barry was the bonus he needed.   Bill pulled himself together and faced a further concern.  He and his (by now ex in all probability) Master had had quite a session before setting off for the layby.   That meant that there was a lot of quite “specialist” equipment left lying around the house and Bill tried to work out a way of tidying up before too much more time had gone by and certainly before Barry came in.  The complexities of the task though were beyond Bill in his current state and he just gave in as he clambered down from the cab and opened his front door.  Upon entering the house Barry sensed that Bill was uptight and so gave him a big hug and a long tender kiss.  He told him that he been wanting to do that all of the time they were on the road.    That made everything all right and Bill started to relax.  That lasted for at least 30 seconds before Barry started to look around and noticed the discarded equipment.  He smiled and offered to help Bill with the tidy up operation on condition that he got to try out some of the items before putting them away.  Bill just lowered his head in recognition of the kind offer as Barry picked up the largest dildo he had ever seen and started to work out if he could fit it all inside Bill in one go.  Bill seeing the glint in Barry’s eye thought that getting abandoned in a lay by might actually have an upside!

Barry picked up the dildo and smirked as he asked Bill the question “Now where does this go then?” Bill just blushed and said “wherever my Master wishes to put it”. Barry looked around him and saw a bottle of lube waiting to be used. He slowly picked it up and told Bill to bend over. He did and Barry started to gently stroke his ass. He enjoyed feeling the contours and appreciating the shape and firmness of it. He told Bill to spread his legs as he saw his hole waiting for him. His fingers were coated in lube and he started to massage it. As Bill relaxed Barry started to finger him and Bill started to moan in pleasure at the sensation. Barry slowly removed his fingers and started to slowly introduce the dildo. Bill was straining to take it but couldn’t quite manage it. His mind was racing as all that he wanted to do was to please this generous man. Persistence payed off though as the dildo slowly slid in and as the sensation of having his hole filled became stronger and stronger he relaxed and was able to take the dildo. Barry smiled as he slowly moved it around inside Bill. He could see the effect that this was having on Bill’s cock and was pleased with what he saw. Bill was cut and surprisingly big and Barry suddenly stopped moving the dildo and made a grab for Bill’s now fully erect cock. He explored with his hand as he cupped his balls and massaged them. He then suddenly moved at lightning speed and took the cock in his mouth. The taste was amazing and he wanted Bill to do the same for him.

As Barry was fully dressed he let go for the moment it took him to slide his trousers off. His own smaller uncut cock was revealed alongside an untrimmed bush which instantly turned Bill on even further. He quickly ripped Barry’s shirt off and they both stood naked in front of each other for the first time. They each took a moment to feast their eyes on each other. Barry lowered himself to the floor and indicated that Bill should join him. He made Bill sit down so that he could feel the dildo filling his insides and then indicated that Bill should start to suck his cock. Bill willingly obliged but was not expecting Barry to adopt a 69 position and to start to suck his cock. The gesture was a generous one and Bill loved the sensation. His old Master had always insisted on being serviced like a god but Bill could now see that pleasure could come from a more equal sharing of giving and receiving pleasure and he could see how inadequate his old Master had been in so many ways. This incredible man would protect him and make sure that he was happy and well taken care of. As this was the first time that his cock had been sucked it didn’t take long for Bill to cum with a loud primal roar straight into Barry’s mouth. The whole experience left him giddy and wanting more.

Barry loved tasting Bill’s cum in his mouth and was pleased that he could produce such a reaction in the seemingly timid man. Barry though wanted to show Bill how much more pleasure he could give him. They both stood up and Barry told Bill to bend over once more. This time he slipped the dildo out and his throbbing cock was ready to enter Bill. He did so quickly and almost clinically as he wanted to explore Bill for himself. He quickly changed positions so that they were facing each other as he wanted Bill to see the look of pleasure on his face as he explored and their eyes locked and they were the only two people in the world lost in each other’s bodies. Barry quickly upped his thrust rate and his face changed as he did this. Suddenly it froze in a look of ecstasy as his balls emptied themselves into Bills guts. The world stood still for a moment. When he had finished Barry gently withdrew and the two men just lay side by side enjoying the moment. The whole world was outside the room. Bill was imagining how he would tell his Master that he was sacked. Barry was starting to think that he needed to get his consignment to its destination but he was also planning his route back to here and to how he could explore further the incredible connection between them. Both smiled broadly as these thoughts swirled around their minds. Each were pleased that they had discovered the other one and they both knew without saying anything that this was the start of a new chapter in their lives.

While I thoroughly enjoyed my first piss party thanks to my bar buddy Ben’s invitation, I sometimes find group encounters a little daunting. Sometimes the chemistry isn’t right and it throws the entire experience off. Luckily, that wasn’t the case at Ben’s that night. 

The minute Carl and I exchanged introductory glances at Ben’s there was an instant chemistry between us. We had exchanged numbers that evening and had developed a fairly frequent texting ritual ever since. I’d learned that Carl was married, to a woman, with teenage children. His wife was aware of his bisexuality and they had an open marriage. 

With our conflicting schedules and his family responsibilities finding a second date wasn’t in the cards for us until the other night. Also, Carl said while he found my chastity rather exotic, he wanted my cock uncaged for our next encounter. Luckily for me, Jace had just returned from a business trip and was willing to unlock me. It’s worth mentioning I’d been in a metal cage all of Locktober and No Nut November; almost half of December through all of January until early February. For the most part I feel better about myself when my dick is locked up and it is not forced upon me. Although there are some days I beg for cock freedom and Jace helps me realize it’s just a phase.

Sorry, I digressed. So I’ve been unlocked for about 10 days now and I’m jerking off multiple times a day like a horny youngster. When Carl contacted me, I was anxious to experience the sensual overload of his urine. The sight of his yellow nectar falling from his manhood, the unique smell of its scent, the touch of his delicious liquid against my skin and flowing inside my open mouth, and the beautiful sound his piss will make in my gullet and ultimately that acrid taste I’ve been recently craving.

Carl told me he’d get us a room after work and he had a plastic tarp we could use for our fun. I excitedly agreed and began drinking plenty of water and iced tea to prepare for our play date. By the time 5:00pm arrived, my legs were shaking. I had to take a leak so badly it hurt. I’d completely filled my bladder and then some!

I beelined out of my work station and quickly ran down the stairs and made my way to my car so I could meet Carl at the motel. 

Carl was wearing only his black boxer briefs when he answered the door. On the small table was a 6 pack of beer and another one of water. Just looking at them made me want to burst. I hugged Carl and then said if I didn’t piss right then and there I was gonna soak my pants!

Carl pulled off his underwear and kneeled. I undid my belt and zipper and pushed my dress pants down to my ankles. I placed my flaccid cock in my right hand, lifted my head, and let it rip. A great sense of relief came over me as I heard Carl moaning as my own pee poured down his face. I glanced down to watch Carl luxuriate in my urine. His hands rubbing his hairy chest and torso. Then he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue and I continued flowing. I lost my shit when Carl fully enveloped my shaft and I was now feeding him as my piss strongly streamed right down his gullet. 

I’d pissed for almost two minutes straight there was so much, but I wasn’t done yet. Carl released my cock from his mouth and when I paused, I finished stripping and straddled his wet chest, pointed my cock to his face and let it flow again. A wide smile grew on Carl’s face as he enjoyed the gift of my pent up urine. Carl would swallow and spit some of my piss right into my face, or on my chest. I kept the flow going as long as I could and Carl grabbed my cock, lifted his head and licked my slit to get any remaining droplets. My cock was stiffening to his touch.

Carl said, “that was so fucking amazing. Thank you. Now it’s your turn, babe. Let’s see,  why don’t you lay flat on your back.”

I felt the wetness and warmth of my piss on my back that had collected on the tarp and laid back. The back of bald head also wet, which wasn’t as unpleasant as you would think. Carl stood with his legs a foot apart behind me and I felt his hot piss land right on my junk before arching closer now to covering my smooth chest. Like Carl, I rubbed my hands over my body, with a goal of covering myself with his gold. Carl backed up so now his piss landed right in my mouth. I swallowed every couple of seconds, and then I sat up and turned around so I could spit Carl’s piss back onto his chest. 

We were both piss pigs covered in our combined pee. The room stank like a urinal cake in a public toilet. We paused to drink water and beer. I had two beers and one water, he had two waters and one beer. We talked and stroked and then he said he needed to piss again. 

This time we went to the shower and I kneeled into the tub. Carl stood beside it. He pushed my head down and covered it in piss, then he lifted my head up by the chin. I closed my eyes as he gyrated his hips and covered my entire face, then pointed downward to hit my chest. I opened my mouth and drank straight from the tap. Carl said I looked almost crazed as I lapped up his juice. I started to suck his hardening dick but he pushed me off saying he wanted to go another round before busting his nut.

It was Carl’s turn in the tub and I copied Carl. Pissing all over his thick hair, his face, his chest, and then his mouth. Carl pulled me into the tub with him so he could spit my piss back at me. He was a much better spitter than me, I don’t have that talent, lol.

After this second round we went back to drinking. Carl had two more beers and a water; I had two waters and two beers. I was starting to get a little tipsy, Carl not as much. Carl asked if I’d ever had a piss enema. I said I had and offered to give me one. We got back onto the tarp. I sucked his cock to get it hard and to get it wet. On my back, Carl entered me. I hugged him tightly as he closed his eyes and I felt my belly become full. Carl pulled out after 35 seconds or so and then continued to piss all over me. 

I had to make a dash to the bathroom to expel his piss, and then returned to find Carl on his back. He was using his hands to rub the piss from the tarp onto his chest. I stood over him and once again I had so much piss to give. I covered him from head to toe. My piss splattering and splashing over him, and finishing with a final steam into his mouth.

Carl began to jerk his cock as I finished and then we 69’ed in our puddle. With spent bladders, we sucked each other to full mast and then Carl blasted his nut into my mouth which caused me to return the favor.

We were disgusting creatures after that, eyes bloodshot from the piss chemicals. We lifted the tarp together to bring it over to the tub to clean and then Carl showered.  Being the absolutely pig that I am, I decided not to shower. I wanted the piss to linger on me longer. I loosely dressed and drove home.

I ran inside my place, stripped and went right to my bathtub. I had to piss, so I pissed all over myself, then I jerked myself off. Then I showered had a small bite for dinner and went to bed. That was certainly a fun time. I never thought I’d find myself enjoying another man’s piss for sexual pleasure, but never say never.

For years Scotty and Randy lived across from each other on the second floor of an apartment complex in Oregon. Their unit shared a landing and a set of stairs, and they often nodded hello as they passed in their daily routines. When Scotty moved in and saw Randy carrying his orange Home Depot apron, he held up his red Lowe’s vest and joked about how they were competitors, but a relationship any deeper never materialized.

Randy had lived in his apartment for seven years, ever since discovering he was gay and divorcing his wife. He worked at Home Depot since high school and had been everything from a cashier to an assistant manager. Now, at fifty-five he’d settled into the predictability of being the manager over the lumber department. Everyday he’d come home covered in sawdust and smelling of sweat and wood.

Scotty was twenty-six and had been hired out of college to be the assistant manager of his Lowe’s. Six months into his tenure his boss keeled over after eating a chili dog and Scotty became the youngest store manager in the company. His days were stressful and long, and sometimes he’d see Randy coming home with a smile on his face covered in wood shavings and wonder if he wouldn’t be happier a few rungs lower on the corporate ladder.

One afternoon, on his way to cover an employee calling out, Scotty spied a package on the landing and threw it into his apartment to deal with when he got back. At ten thirty Scotty finally got home from another depressing day. He took a shower and pulled on some loose shorts he’d made from a pair of grey sweatpants he’d worn when he ran track in high school. Despite being twenty-six, he still had the same tall lean hairless body he’d had in high school. His size fourteen feet trod across the carpet as his long heavy package swayed back and forth under his shorts and he picked up the package he’d seen that morning. He was about to cut it open, when he noticed it had been delivered to the wrong door and actually belonged to Randy.

He slipped on a cheap thin pair of flip flops he’d gotten for a gay cruise he’d gone on when he graduated from college. That had been his first experience in the gay world, and it hadn’t been good. Over seven days of writhing around on a boat in the Caribbean with a bunch of drunk gay men, he’d fucked one guy who’d complained he was too big the whole time and ended up leaving Scotty to finish himself off. He wasn’t in the closet, but he was far from being proud about his community.

Scotty saw the light still on in Randy’s kitchen and decided to knock softly on the door, just in case it was too late. Unbeknownst to Scotty, Randy had been talking to a man on Grindr for the better part of the afternoon who had been stringing him along and telling him he was coming over. When Randy heard the knock at the door, he almost didn’t answer it, but then he figured he’d gone through all the trouble of cleaning himself out, he might as well get a late-night load out of it. He threw on his orange apron over his hairy, thick, and curvy 5’10” body and tied a simple bow in the back, cinching the waist and defining his big barrel chest and exposing his thick upper thighs on either side.

Randy swung the door open, and both men froze for a moment at what was in front of each of them. Scotty had always thought Randy was a sexy daddy with his full dark beard and tanned body he assumed came from a booth at the gym rather than the far too rare Oregon sun, but he didn’t realize how built the man was. The veined curves on Randy’s body grew ever bigger as Scotty’s eyes scanned his forearm up to his bicep and settled onto a massive meaty shoulder with a light dusting of hair. The trip down his body was as undulating as Randy’s body dipped in at the waist and ballooned out directly below. A large mirror leaned against the wall gave a spectacular view of Randy’s round hairy ass poking out from the back of the apron.

Randy had never really taken notice of Scotty, other than he was about a foot taller than him. He didn’t really have a type that he fell for, but Scotty’s contrast to him in every way grabbed his attention. Scotty’s pale smooth chest flowing down into a V formation just above the elastic waist made his breath quicken. Normally, the site of feet that big would have made him imagine what must be in those shorts, but Scotty’s body had a definite and visual reaction to seeing Randy’s ass in the mirror and his heavy erection was pulling at the fabric of his shorts.

They both snapped out of their lust at the same moment and forced a stare into one another’s eyes.

“Um, sorry, I, uh, I accidentally put this in my place when I left today. It’s yours.” Scotty held out the rectangular box with one hand and tried to pin his erection to his thigh with the other.

Randy smiled broadly at the young man and motioned with his eyes at Scotty’s erection, “Thanks, I needed that today. Seems like every guy I meet online never shows up. Nice to know it’s their bad manners and not me doing it.”

Randy’s frankness was refreshing to Scotty, who’d experienced the same thing since moving to Oregon. He ogled Randy with a new level of intention. “Trust me, if they saw that ass,” he pointed to the reflection in the mirror, “there’s no way they’d miss out.”

Randy turned to see the mirror he’d momentarily forgotten he had. He turned red and smiled sheepishly. He noticed the utility knife Scotty still had in his hand. “I don’t suppose I could convince you to open that for me. My work knife is a little dull at the moment.”

Scotty smiled and quickly cut away the tape holding the box closed. He opened it and tipped the box on end as a wooden humbler, an eight-inch dildo, and two nipple suckers fell into his gigantic hand. “I know what the nipple suckers and the dildo are for, but what’s this black wooden thing?”

“You want me to show you?”

“Fuck yeah!” Scotty said as his cock jumped in his shorts.

“On me or you?”

Scotty took a step forward and kissed Randy hard on the lips. “I’m versatile for most things, how about you try it on me and then I try it on you?”

“And the dildo and the suckers?”

“My nipples aren’t very sensitive, so you can keep those, and my ass has never been fucked, so that thick dildo might be like going from zero to a hundred for me.”

Randy reached down to feel the huge hard cock in Scotty’s shorts. “That dildo might have been a waste of money next to this piece of meat.”

Scotty stepped into Randy’s apartment and shed his flip flops and shorts. He held out the humbler, “Come on, show me how this works.”

Randy closed the door. “Get on your hands and knees son.”

Scotty lowered himself to the ground and made himself into a human table. Randy pulled Scotty’s long swinging balls back and across the center of one side of the humbler, doing his best to keep his sack within the confines of the little divot in the center. He then attached the other side and tightened the screws on either side. Randy stared at Scotty’s exposed hole and his big floppy nuts being held back by the humbler. “Fuck, that looks awesome on you.”

“So now what?”

“Ah yes, the humbling part of this.” Randy took off his apron, crossed the room, and took a seat in a modern leather recliner. His thick dark cock and hairy balls rested warmly between his thighs atop the leather. “Come over here boy and get my dick hard.”

Scotty’s first instinct was to stand, but as soon as he straightened out too much the wood slats of the humbler pressed into the back of his thighs and gave a good yank to his balls forcing him to the ground and stealing his breath for a moment.

“You’ll have to crawl boy.” Randy patted his thigh, “Come on boy.”

Slowly Scotty traversed the room, occasionally wincing from taking too wide of a stride in his crawl. He placed his hands on Randy’s thighs and sniffed and tongued his manhood. The feeling of Scotty’s hot breath and his wet tongue rooting around in his crotch, made Randy’s thick cock expand to its veiny fullness. Scotty took him into his mouth and began giving a slow sensual blowjob. Randy leaned over every now and again and played with Scotty’s tight virgin hole and it made his dick swell just a little more in Scotty’s mouth.

The idea of fucking Scotty’s virgin hole became too much for Randy. He gently grabbed Scotty by a tuft of hair and removed him from his cock. “How about we take this into the bedroom?”

“Okay daddy.”

The word ‘daddy’ leaving the boy’s lips made even more blood surge to Randy’s cock. He stood up and walked into the bedroom as he heard Scotty behind him stumble to the floor after trying to stand again. “Crawl boy.”

When Scotty finally made his way into the bedroom, he found Randy laying on the bed patting the empty space next to him. “Come on up boy.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to get up there?”

“I don’t know, but I bet it’s going to be fun watching you try.”

“Fun for who?”

“Heh, heh, get that ass up here boy.”

Scotty tried several different approaches to getting up on the bed with Randy looking on and stroking his cock as he yanked on his balls during his failed attempts. He succumbed to the fact that he could only do things in a bent over position and decided to back onto the bed and then roll in. It looked clumsy and made Randy laugh. Finally, Scotty was face down in Randy’s crotch with his ass in the air.

Randy opened the bedside table and took out two leather cuffs and fitted them to Scotty’s wrists while he worked away at the hard cock in his throat. He pulled Scotty off his cock and flipped him onto his back. He then secured Scotty’s wrists to either side of the humbler.

“Hope you’re not expecting me to do much for you in this position,” Scotty said to the spinning ceiling fan above him.

“Just need to make sure you don’t touch your dick. You can cum passively or directly from my actions, but you are not to cum because you want to. Understand boy?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good answer boy.”

Randy grabbed Scotty by the hips and slid him to the edge of the bed. He then kneeled on the floor and buried his face in the boy’s ass. His beard rubbed in Scotty’s crack and his tongue explored his hole. Moan after moan would escape Scotty as he had nothing to do but experience the pleasure being bestowed upon him. Every so often, Randy would squeeze from the base to the tip of Scotty’s cock and expel a gob of precum out the tip of his huge cock. He’d then rub the cum on Scotty’s hole and continue to explore it with his tongue.

The scent of Scotty’s freshly washed ass and the constant spasming of his hole reacting to the tongue trying to invade it, made Randy’s cock uncomfortably hard. Strings of precum ran between the head of his cock and the hairs on his thighs. He stood up and let the head of his cock dance at the entrance of Scotty’s tight pink hole.

“You ready to get fucked?”

“Doesn’t look like I have any choice in the matter.”

“We can stop everything right now if you want.”

Scotty lifted his head and looked into Randy’s eyes. “Well, you have gone through all that trouble getting my hole sopping wet. How about this, as long as I’m in this contraption, you’re in charge, and when I finally get your balls in this thing, then I’m in charge.”

Randy kissed Scotty’s giant foot and placed the attached ankle on his shoulder, “Deal.”

“Go slow though, you’re almost as thick as I am.”

“You’re not my first virgin.”

He smiled for a moment until the mushroom head of Randy’s cock slid into his hole. Randy felt a puff of hot breath leave Scotty and press into his chest, making him stop. Scotty couldn’t express the feeling in his hole, but his gaping mouth and bugged out eyes said more than enough.

Randy froze at his current depth in the hole. “You want me to pull out, leave it, go in further?”

Scotty gasped for a breath, “Definitely not the last one. Just sit here for a minute.”

Randy smiled. “While you’re getting used to this, anything you want to talk about?”

Scotty was still trying to regain his composure. “Like what, the fucking weather?”

“Please, we’re in Oregon, it’s raining or it’s snowing. I was thinking more along the lines of any sexual fantasies you have. I’m open to anything except blood or scat.”

Scotty started to relax as they conversed. “Yeah, those two are definitely off the menu for me too. Also, not into people spitting in my mouth. I once threw up on a guy when he did that.”

“Ok, I get it, no spitting in your mouth. You don’t seem to mind spit on that hole though.” He glanced down at Scotty’s hole stretched around the shaft of his cock. He’d taken advantage of the relaxing effect of their conversation to slide another inch into the boy.

“Did you just go further into me?”

“Yeah, you okay?”

“Yeah, didn’t hurt.”

“You want more.”

“Yes sir.”

Randy took this as permission to slide the rest of his thick member into the boy to the point his dark bushy pubes were compressed between them. Once again Scotty’s mouth returned to resembling an ‘O’ as he tensed up and sucked in all the air in the room.

“Come on boy, breathe through it. You can take it.”

“Yes sir,” Scotty said with a little hyperventilation.

“I know, I can take your mind off your hole.” Randy grabbed Scotty’s clamped balls with one hand and slapped them with the other. The pain was intense for Scotty, and it made him clamp down on Randy’s girth inside of him. “Fuck yeah boy! Daddy likes the way those balls are wired to that hole.”

Slowly, Randy started pumping his cock in and out of Scotty. His spit and both their precum started to foam up around Randy’s cock. After a few minutes any other emotion on Scotty’s face had been replaced by pleasure as he succumbed to being Randy’s hole.

“You like that boy?”

“Ah fuck yeah sir.”

“You want it rougher?”

“Do it however you want. Fucking use that hole sir.”

“Good boy!”

Randy picked up his pace inside the boy’s hole and as he did the moans and spasms from Scotty’s body increased in frequency. As Randy’s cock swelled inside the boy, he would slap the boy’s balls with the back of his hands making the boy’s hole grip his cock with even more tenacity. Soon, the feeling of the boy’s hole became too much for Randy to handle, he gave one last slap to Scotty’s balls and dumped his four-day load into the boy’s guts. Randy shuddered and growled as he emptied himself while Scotty’s eyes widened at his first feeling of another man’s hot semen flooding his insides.

When Randy was finished, he rested a moment with his forehead on Scotty’s bony sternum and his slowly shrinking cock retreating from the site of its recent victory. When Randy had slipped out of the boy, he lifted himself up and looked down at Scotty’s huge drooling cock sitting in a shiny slick of precum on his smooth stomach. “How about you put the humbler on me, and you can get a little payback?”

An evil wide grin stretched across Scotty’s face. “Alright, if you think you can handle me.”

Randy undid the last screw and freed Scotty’s balls and leaned over to whisper in his ear, “When you’re in charge, it’s not about how much I can take, it’s about how much you can give.”

Scotty rolled Randy onto his back, “Hold your legs in the air.”

“Yes sir.”

Scotty gave a quick and firm slap to Randy’s balls, “No, you call me son or boy.”

Randy smiled big at him and replied, “Okay son.”

Scotty clamped Randy’s balls in the humbler and then climbed up to recline against the padded headboard. “Come on daddy, crawl over and suck on your son’s cock.”

Randy could erase the grin from his face as he crawled over and slipped as much of Scotty’s cock in his mouth as would fit. Scotty was quick to place a hand on the back of Randy’s head and push down past his limits, making him choke a sputter all over his crotch. “Come on daddy, you can take all your son’s cock.” He shoved Randy’s head farther down on his cock and could feel the tip of his cock rubbing in Randy’s spasming throat. “Fuck yeah daddy! Vibrate that fucking throat on your boy’s cock.”

For what seemed like an eternity for Randy, Scotty forced his cock farther and farther down his throat. A thick layer of spit and snot covered Randy’s face and Scotty’s crotch. Finally, he pushed Randy off of him, got up, and went to the end of the bed. He grabbed Randy by the hips and slid him to where he was. Suddenly, Randy felt Scotty’s large hand wipe all the slime from his face and deposit it on his exposed hairy hole. Scotty played with the slime around his hole and soon was slipping a few of his long thick fingers in and out of Randy’s hole.

There was no preparation, no warning, Scotty simply added a huge gob of spit onto Randy’s shiny hole and pressed the entirety of his immense cock into him. Randy gasped and cried out from the invasion into his hole. He tried to escape from it, but the humbler attached to his balls would only allow him to retreat from the massive organ just so far before the pain from his stretching balls outweighed the pain in his stretching hole.

At first, Randy got some relief from the feeling of Scotty’s balls resting heavily against his own, but the feeling was short lived as Scotty immediately withdrew and repeated the motion over and over. “Fuck yeah daddy, that ass knows how to take a cock.”

“Thank you, son.”

“Show me how hard you can fuck yourself. And if I don’t think you’re going hard enough, I’ll have to punish you by pressing that ass forward and tugging those tight daddy balls of yours.”

“Yes son.”

Randy started pounding himself with the boy’s cock as hard as he could, but Scotty wasn’t impressed and soon the boy was pressing his pelvis forward making Randy stretch his own balls with every thrust.

“Come on daddy, you can go harder than that.”

Randy slammed his ass into the boy’s pelvis over and over again and every time the girth inside him felt just as big. There was no getting used to a cock as big as Scotty’s. After a few moments, Scotty left the end of the bed and walked out to the living room and then returned.

“I knew we forgot something.” He laid down with his head on a pillow. “Come on daddy, crawl over here and sit on your boy’s cock while I put these nipple suckers on you.”

On his way over to his perch, Randy reached in the side table and pulled out a big white bottle of medical grade lube. “You’re gonna need this if you’re gonna get those to stick to my hairy pecs.”

Randy squatted onto Scotty’s cock, the humbler making being on his knees impossible. His hole clenched on Scotty’s cock as the cold jelly-like blue lube rubbed against his hardening nipples. Scotty place one sucker and then the other, marveling at how much of Randy’s nipples went into the clear cylinders and how red they started to turn.

“How long do they stay on for?”

“Usually, I leave them on for a while before a guy comes over and then I let him play with them once they’re bigger. But as you’re already inside me, probably fifteen minutes should do the trick. You can make them tighter if you want, I can take the pain.”

Scotty flexed his cock inside Randy’s hole as he turned the cranks on the suckers, increasing the suction and making Randy’s nips go a magenta color in the cylinders.

“Well, while we’re getting those nips ready, feel free to keep bouncing on your son’s cock.”

In the squatting position it was hard for Randy to get a good motion established, so Scotty took pity on him and used the bouncing of the bed to drive his cock into his hole. He grabbed onto the top of Randy’s thighs and jackhammered his giant dick into him.

After fifteen minutes had passed, Scotty twisted and yanked the suckers off Randy’s nipples, making a crisp popping sound as they came off like a cork being undone. He wiped off the lube and notice how thick and solid Randy’s nipples were compared to earlier. He also noticed Randy’s erection had returned as he played with his nipples.

“Fuck daddy, let’s get into a better position.” Scotty unscrewed the bolts on the humbler and removed it then flipped Randy onto his stomach and pulled him onto his knees and onto his cock in one smooth motion. “I’ll work your cock and your nips; you work my cock with that ass daddy.”

“Okay son.”

Scotty stroked Randy’s cock with one hand while his other hand switched back and forth between his engorged nipples, twisting and pulling them. Randy fucked himself vigorously, almost in a trance from all the different sensations of pleasure he was experiencing. It wasn’t long until his hole was vibrating around Scotty’s cock and streams of cum splattered all over the bed.

Scotty still hadn’t cum after Randy’s second load. “Damn, you can go for a long time son.”

Scotty grabbed Randy’s hands and pinned him to the bed. “You want my load in you?”

“Yeah son.”

“I have this thing where I can only cum if I’m being really rough.”

“Rougher than you have been?”

“Yeah, one guy told me it felt like I was raping him.”

“Go for it son. I want that load.”

“You sure? Once I start, I’m not stopping.”

“Yeah. I want that load.”

Randy was shocked at the pummeling his hole started taking. He screamed into the mattress as Scotty’s giant piston of a cock slammed into him faster and faster. “Yeah, you’re just a fucking cock slut aren’t you daddy?”

“Yes son,” Randy managed to squeak out.

“Fuck yeah, daddy, squeeze your son’s cock. Milk that fucking cock for me daddy.”

Scotty’s pace increased and seemed to be accompanied by a rage Randy hadn’t noticed before. “Come on bitch, milk that fucking meat!”

Randy reached under himself, gripped both his still engorged nipples, and twisted and pulled at them with all his might. His hole gripped Scotty’s cock for a moment and suddenly Scotty’s pace became even more furious until Randy felt a warm flood within him that increased with each thrust. Eventually Scotty had drained his balls inside his neighbor and collapsed on top of him. He breathed heavily from the exertion and a river of sweat ran between their bodies. Scotty’s big cock stayed hard for quite a while as they lay in silence, the only noise being the slightly off-balance fan above them.

Scotty rolled off Randy and he sighed into the silence. “You okay?”

“Right now, yeah. Tomorrow I’m sure I’ll be walking funny.”

Scotty smiled. “I’ll have to thank the postman for fucking up your delivery.”

“Me too. And maybe a fruitcake at Christmas.”

It’s easier to blame the alcohol when all inhibitions are gone and we do something we would never do in our right mind.

It was a mistake, Cody said to himself. He was the first to wake up. He looked over Alex and saw William still soundly asleep. Did he feel the same? Cody thought, what should I say when he wakes up? He placed his hand on his stomach, thinking of the cum plugged inside him. I was drunk, he justified. His head was hammered when he got up but the hangover was nothing compared to the pain between his cheeks. The ramming he enjo- endured last night left his hole sore. He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. “What the fuck were you thinking,” he said to his reflection, “why did you kiss him?” He put his fingers on his lips, remembering the soft touch and sweet taste of his best friend. Cody sat on the toilet and groaned as he pulled out his anal plug. The mixed cum of the nerd and his best friend slowly dripped out. Sitting there alone while waiting for all the semen to drain, Cody began to recall what happened last night.

—8 hrs ago—

Alex was filled with pride when he saw William come back with cum all over his face. “See, Cody? That’s how you service real men,” he said, “instead of punching them in the face.”

“I warned him,” Cody explained, “it’s not my fault he called me a cumwhore again.”

“That old man used you the way you were intended to be used. You’re a cumwhore, so you should be grateful for every single drop of cum you get,” Alex said.

“I’m NOT a cumwhore,” the blonde jock said a little too loud.

“This club has a blowjob arcade,” the nerd warned, “Maybe I should chain you to it and come back for you tomorrow.”

Cody conceded.

“I will set you another date with that old man,” Alex said, “you will say sorry and ask him politely to fuck your mouth again.”

—7 hrs ago—

The three barely made it back to the dorm. William and Cody received so many free drinks in the bar to get them wasted. Alex got multiple offers to rent out his Jocksluts for the night but he declined them all. The two were not ready. Besides, Alex had to be the first to ruin their tight pussies.

Cody plopped on the sofa while William crawled to the bed. They were already out of commission but Alex still had a job to do. As promised, they get to cum once a week. Their heavy eyes lit up when Alex told them. Finally, they can get out of their cages.

“You’ll take turns,” the nerd said, instructing William to get on all fours and Cody to kneel beside the bed. “You will follow every word I say or the cages are back,” he added.

The two cooperated and got to their places.

“Pull down his shorts,” Alex ordered Cody.

The blonde jock, kneeling behind William, grabbed the two sides of the nylon shorts and revealed the juicy ass cheeks framed by a jockstrap. He gulped at the sight. It’s like it was his birthday and his best friend brought him a cake just for him.

“Eat his ass,” the nerd said, “circle your tongue around the rim.”

Cody heard a soft moan as he pulled out the plug. Plop! The pink hole winked at him. He licked his lips wet and buried his face between the plums, pushing his tongue inside the twitching anus. It was no different than giving a cunnilingus to a girl, except this time he’s giving it to his best friend. He moved his tongue expertly and was rewarded with even more moans of pleasure.

While Cody was busy rimming William, Alex got between the legs of the blonde jock and unlocked his cage. “Damn, you’re so excited you’re soaking your panties wet.” He pulled down the drenched pink jockstrap and applied lubricant on his hand. He then rubbed the cock until it was 7” rock solid.

“Stand up,” he ordered Cody, “Now, slowly, push your cock in.”

The blonde jock looked at Alex. Is it okay? He placed the tip of his leaking cock on the inviting wet hole.

“Wa- wait!” William protested.

“Arch that back,” Alex ordered, grabbing a handful of soft black hair and then pulling William’s head back. The complaining bitch grunted and bent his back. Alex shoved his monster cock in his mouth to shut him up.

“Now, thrust all the way, then out,” Cody heard. He was too focused on William that he didn’t hear. Alex slapped him and repeated his order. He felt the tight hole squeeze around him as he obeyed his master.

The tip went in and William gasped. It wasn’t as painful as he thought. It’s probably the alcohol or the plug but his hole accommodated his best friend’s 7” cock with just a little discomfort. He let out a long moan as the length filled him to the brim, stretching his insides.

The gaping hole winked at him again when he pulled out. Cody could hear his heart beating hard. He looked at Alex again, waiting.

“Go on,” the nerd said, “just make sure not to break him.” Cody was a bull designed to breed and milked. It would take a few rounds to empty his aching balls.

Slow at first then rough. The sound of cheeks clapping echoed in the room as Cody and Alex spit-roasted William. Cody grabbed on the slender waist while Alex pinched the ears to keep the head in place as he skullfucks the bitch.

There was something weird every time Cody thrusts in an angle. It was like the sensation when William was about to piss. It felt strange, strangely good. He wanted Cody to hit it again, that spot, but he didn’t know where it was or what it was. He wanted more but Cody was at his limits. “I’m close… Can I cum? I’d- fuck! Ohh ughhh… arghhh!” The two men grunted and pounded as hard as they could.

William felt the hard hot cocks in both his holes squirt, coating his throat and colon with cum.

“Oh shit… oh fuck… Will…” Cody couldn’t believe what he just did. His cum dripped out of the pink hole and the post-nut clarity rushed in his head. “Good boy,” he heard Alex whisper in his ear, “let’s switch.”

–

“Aurgghh!!! Fuck! It’s too big… please ohh gawdd… Alex, slow… please…” Although his pussy was stretched loose by his best friend, William still struggled to take the monster cock of the nerd in.

“Yeah, good boy. You better tighten your pussy, bitch.” Alex savored the moans. He moved in a steady rhythm, making sure he hit that spot with every thrust.

There it is again. It feels so good when he hits that spot. More… more… please fuck me harder… His mind went blank every time the head raked that spot. William rolled his eyes in ecstasy while his caged cock leaked. He clenched his pussy tighter, not wanting to let the hard cock go.

With quick hard pumps, Alex tightened his grip around the slim waist and pounded his load into William. He scraped the dripping cum back in and plugged the gaping hole. He released William and caged Cody again.

—6 hrs ago—

They fucked like rabbits. After blasting loads of cum inside each other, the two jocks were spent. They had sex with a lot of women in the past but nothing compared to this. Who knew gay sex could feel so good? No wonder so many straight boys prefer fucking fags. Alex made them try different positions to find out which one made them moan louder. The two bitches enjoyed doggy style which was expected. For Cody, it was the pronebone while William loved to be bred in a missionary position.

—

Cody remembered it, that missionary. It was an intimate position, letting him see the erotic face of his best friend get overwhelmed by pleasure as he thrust his cock deep. It made him harder and he shot at William’s abs, chest, and face before collapsing on top of him. He didn’t know why but Cody kissed him. He just thought William was beautiful and wanted to thank him for being with him. Weirdly enough, he never once kissed a girl he just fucked because he thought she was beautiful. Back then, it was always about him and his needs. It was different now, when he was fucking William, Cody wondered if his best friend enjoyed it as much as he did.

He exited the bathroom and found William on his knees having breakfast. Alex looked at Cody, spreading his legs to provide room for another one. The blonde jock knelt beside William and shared the big fat cock. The two jocks licked the thick shaft and sucked the full balls of the nerd. They worked hard and got paid in full on their pretty faces. Accepting their new lives in service of the nerd, the jocksluts found contentment.

Unfortunately, their time with Alex ended with the arrival of their replacements. Two Korean boys gave Alex a small bow before stepping inside. Park Jun and Seo Jun were transfer students. Although they share the same name, they have opposite personalities. Park Jun was a gentle boy who seemed jealous of William and Cody for being Alex’s new favorite pair. Meanwhile, Seo Jun looked like a rich, condescending motherfucker. He’s a son of a chaebol after all. Surprisingly enough, it didn’t take a lot for Alex to take them in because they were secretly gay for each other when he met them. They were more than happy to have Alex between them. Which explains their hostile greeting to the new boys. They were already fighting ten people for Alex’s attention; they didn’t need more.

“That’s supposed to be mine,” Park Jun protested.

“You mean ‘ours’,” Seo Jun said.

What? William was perplexed. The morning blowjob is reserved for the next pair but Alex assured the two Korean boys that there’s plenty more in the tank.

—

The two jocks went back to their dorm in silence. Cody wanted to ask his best friend something but he wasn’t sure if William remembered.

They took a shower together. With their limited budget, it’s economical to share. Besides, they’re basically a couple now that they fucked.

“Uhm… about that kiss,” Cody said while shaving William, “did you like it?” His best friend gave him a peck on the cheek followed by a shy smile. Cody had never seen this cute version of William before so he looked away.

“Are you blushing?” William asked, laughing.

“Shut up!” Cody said, his face burning red. “I’m not. It’s- it’s the…” 

“The what?” William said, tickling the flustered Cody.

“Fuck you, Will, HAHAHA Staphhahaha!”

“You are! Look at your face!”

“Asshole! HAHAHAHA! sto- stop!”

Cody pinned William to the wall, holding both his hands over his head. He kissed him gently, waiting for William to reciprocate. “I’m so fucking horny if it weren’t for the cage I’d be bending you over right now.” 

William pushed his tongue inside Cody, wrestling his mouth to submission. The steam from the hot water made him dazed in lust. His cock was twitching in its cage, begging, but more than anything, he wanted Cody to fuck him and scratch the itch inside him. He broke the kiss and looked at Cody with longing and blinding desire. “You wanna try those toys?”

—

“That’s it, there… oh fuck… yeah… harder… ughh shit… ughh…”

Cody fastened the strap-on and fucked William. Cowboy, doggy, pronebone, wheelbarrow, missionary… After multiple trials and errors, the two found that sweet spot they sought.

“Cody, harder…” William begged, the sensation inside him kept building. “W- Wait, I think I’m gonna piss ughhh fuckkk ohhh!” He watched in amazement as cum squirted out of his cage. Cody kept fucking him, milking his prostate down to the last drop. It was the first time William had a hands-free orgasm and it felt like his libido didn’t go down. On the contrary, he became hornier. His pussy wanted more.

“Hey, it’s my turn,” Cody said.

“Just one more,” William said.

“Okay, just one more, then you do me.”

After several sissygasms, the two reached a new height, dry orgasm. It was electric, their body quivered and spasmed but there was no cum.

Ding! “Update.”

Cody and William sent a picture of them playing with their toys. They told Alex about their discoveries.

“Good boy. Make sure to clean them properly after,” Alex reminded.

Thankfully it’s the weekend because they just fucked all day. They watched gay porn together to get new ideas. After they’re out of gas, they lay in bed soaked in sweat and cum. They looked at each other.

“I can’t believe I’m still horny after all that,” Cody said. The cage made sure of that.

“Just imagine a real thing though,” William said. The toys were good but nothing beats the feeling of a real cock, hot and throbbing inside them.

“Maybe we can ask Alex to fuck us tomorrow,” Cody said like he just discovered gravity. He took out his phone and asked the nerd.

“You only get Saturdays,” Alex replied, “it’s unfair to the others.”

That’s why they have their toys, so they won’t get bored waiting.

“How about other people?” William said. He couldn’t believe he suggested that. He turned into a cumslut.

Cody asked Alex and the answer was a flat no. They’re not allowed to fuck someone else unless Alex says so. Sexually transmitted disease was the last thing the dumb jocks needed.

“Guess we’ll make do with these,” William said.

“You ready for another round?” Cody asked.

—

William and Cody met after class to go to the gym. Not much has changed in their routine except their sex life. They fucked every chance they got, in the school restroom, in the library, in the gym shower. They had sex every night and began sharing a bed. They would study together, work out together, and cook together. They would cuddle in bed while watching a movie. It was the healthiest relationship they’ve had and it was weirdly all thanks to Alex.

“You’re not going?” William asked his gym bro

“No,” Cody said, “I have a date with the old man.”

—

William was lifting weights when a guy approached him. He matched the description Alex gave. The nerd said to meet a buff Latino dude with a sleeve tattoo on his right arm.

“Need a spotter?” The guy asked.

“Are you Diego?” William said.

“Yup,” the guy confirmed, “Alex told me you and your friend need a personal trainer. Where is he?”

“He’s on a date,” William said, “just so we’re clear when you said personal trainer, you mean…?”

“Both,” Diego said, “let’s finish this set first then head to the shower.”

—

Cody sat across from the old man. The poor guy still had a bandage over his broken nose.

“Honestly, the only reason I agreed to meet you again is that your master asked me and I respect him for disciplining you,” the old man said.

“I also didn’t want to see your disgusting face again,” Cody thought. He kept reminding himself to be a good boy and not disappoint Alex again. He would just take what this old man would give and go. “I’m sorry,” he said, “Please, sir, can I suck you again?”

—

William stepped into the cold shower, rinsing the sweat off his toned muscles. Unlike before, he wasn’t embarrassed by his caged dick and plugged pussy anymore since most of the people in the gym became aware of their situation, not that their slutty outfits were enough to confirm. The men in the gym, straight or not, couldn’t help but look at them. That’s all they got though since everyone knew not to touch any of Alex’s boys. Only a certain few had privileged access to the locked jocks and one of them was Diego.

“So, are you Mexican?” William asked.

“Colombian,” the Latino said, “but I grew up here.”

“How do you know Alex?”

“He’s my boyfriend.”

“What?! Wait, like a real boyfriend? Not like you know-”

“Oh, sorry, He WAS, used to be, my boyfriend. We broke up a few years ago. Now, we’re just friends with benefits.”

“How long have y-?”

“You talk too much for a cocksleeve. Why don’t you use that mouth on something useful instead of asking stupid questions?”

Aside from his two big guns, Diego was also packing an 8” weapon between his massive quads. William thought it was long and thick but it wasn’t as big as Alex’s.

“Give it a kiss,” Diego ordered, “now, spit on it and start slow. Good, that’s it… breathe through your nose. Relax… that’s it, good boy. Just a little more… ughhh fuck! Stay there. One… Two.. three… Good boy, let’s get it to ten okay?”

William could smell the musk in the pubes of the Colombian hunk. It was intoxicating, staying in the bush as he choked. Diego was encouraging, pushing him past his limits like a good trainer should.

“Okay, that’s it for today. Bring your friend tomorrow so I can train him too,” Diego said. The Latino instructed William to suck a 5” dildo for the next five days and proceed to 6” in the coming week. As requested by Alex, Diego will be training the two boys daily.

“Aren’t you gonna fuck me?” William asked after swallowing the creamy leche. He was hoping to get railed by the 8” cock.

“I would love to but Alex didn’t say,” Diego said.

William rushed to his locker and took out his phone. He asked the nerd if it was okay. The three dots on the screen seemed to stay forever as he waited for a reply.

Ding! “Yes, but only if he’s satisfied with your performance.”

—

“Thank you, sir. Please Can I have more?” Cody said after receiving his second facial from the old man.

“Sorry, cumwhore, I’m spent, maybe next time. Now, open your mouth.” the old man said, pissing on Cody.

The golden shower felt hot on his skin but the blonde jock endured. He swallowed the piss in his mouth and thanked the old man. Satisfied, the bastard finally got out of the stall. “You can come out like that or let it dry,” the old man said, laughing.

Cody took a picture of himself in the mirror and sent it to Alex. He was angry but he knew he deserved it. Next time, he will be a good boy.

—

He could feel eyes on him but he didn’t care. The cock rearranging his guts felt too good to even care about the other guys watching him. They were stroking their dicks as they watched William get pounded by the huge Latino cock. He held onto the metal bar with what little strength he had. His moans echoed and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He was a bitch in heat, feeling the rod slip in and out, abusing his prostate over and over.

“You like that huh? You fucking fag,” Diego said, slapping the bouncing cheeks on his cock. He could see the knees of the jock shaking so he lifted him before they would give out. He wrapped his arms behind the knees and raised them to the head. He locked his fingers behind the neck of the muscle jock and turned around for everyone in the gym shower to show William in a full Nelson hold.

Unable to resist, William was flustered by the humiliating position and the smirks on the men’s faces. However, The feeling quickly dissipated when Diego started ramming his 8” cock up his hole. The Latino treated William like a sex toy, pumping loads of hot cum in him and plugging him after.

The onlookers wanted to shoot their load inside the most beautiful jock in the gym but they kept their distance. Alex was not a forgiving man.

Cunted and bred, William flopped on the wet floor. This would be their daily routine from now on and he couldn’t wait to tell Cody about it.

—

Months passed and pretty much everyone on campus knew what happened to William and Cody. There was no embarrassment. Sluts don’t feel shame. It was liberating. They even gained the title of the hottest couple on campus. They openly hold hands and kiss each other. People were jealous of what they had.

Alex, seeing the improvement, slowly gave back the privileges of the two such as their social media accounts. It took a while for them to build a good habit but now William and Cody were more responsible in budgeting and spending their money. Alex was even amazed that they wanted him to keep their credit cards for the time being. The two jocks also improved academically with the help of their nerdy tutor. They were testaments of the nerd’s effective training program. To many, Alex was a miracle worker. Like Jesus turning water into wine, he transformed not one but two arrogant jocks into shameless sluts.

—

It’s Saturday again and the two jocks rushed to see Alex. The last few months went by quickly since they have Diego and their toys to keep them busy in between their time with their owner.

“Who will give him head?” Cody asked, “I’ll do it if you like.”

“No, I’ll do it,” William said.

“No, seriously, I can do it. I want to do it,” Cody said.

“Just share,” Alex said. Looked like his work was cut out for him this time. It would take a lot to satisfy the two hungry cumsluts. He let out a sigh. He was happy to do it but he could only cum so many times before he ran out. Nevertheless, It’s his job to keep them full of cum and he was happy to do it.

After his two onaholes were filled with his hot creamy jizz, Alex pushed a bigger plug in them. The two pussies could easily swallow his fist these days. 

The three had brunch outside and Cody shared the news. “Boyfriends?” Alex said, “Since when?” William and Cody made it official and put a label on their relationship. There was just one concern. Where is Alex in their relationship? Cody described it as an upright triangle but not like a rivalry. Alex is on top while Cody and William are equal below him. Like a mob boss, the nerd was okay with the arrangement as long as he got a piece of the action.

“How’s Diego?” Alex asked, “Seeing how much better you are at giving head, you seemed to be enjoying him.”

“It would be nice to have another like him,” Cody said, “Will is very selfish sometimes.”

“How the fuck am I selfish?” William argued, “You’re the one getting all his cum.”

“Yeah, after you suck him for like eight hours.”

“It’s not my fault he likes me better than you.”

“Okay, that’s enough. I’ll get you another one,” Alex said. This feels like parenting two spoiled brats. “How about a BBC?” He showed a nude of a black guy to the two. “His name’s Jaden.”

“Was he also your boyfriend?” William asked.

“My pet,” Alex said.

“Like us?” Cody said.

“I also train bulls like Diego and Jaden,” Alex explained, “but unlike you too, they are free to do what they like as long as they are on call at all times. They help me train sissies like you.”

“So, whose Diego and whose Jaden?” William asked.

Alex watched as his two bitches argued about who gets who. He smiled at these once-straight jocks who became his cum hungry slaves. His job was done. Time to move on and find a new pair.

—End—

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Author’s Note

I hope you enjoyed my story, dear reader. Honestly, I would like to expand on it more but I decided to finish it with this chapter in the hopes that I will get released by the end of the month. I asked my bf if he would let me out if I finished it and he just laughed at me so it’s unlikely.  I’ve been denied for missing my last deadline and I think he purposely gave me more tasks to keep me from writing. One of our (his) resolutions this year is to make me cum hands-free and I’m afraid he will keep me locked until then.

“you look like shit. I’m sorry Erik, I can’t give you a gig. Maybe I could use you behind camera or in production, but you’re just past it for performance” Mr Bellamy was grimly shaking his head and fidgeting with some random desk utensil or toy as he looked Erik, 45, up and down….

The latter stood butt-naked before his former employer in this crummy little office in the non-descript suite of rooms that passed for Bellamy’s porn production company. Erik was indeed past it. Well past. The company produced twink and young jock porn. 18-25 max. Erik had been the star of his day. Millions of dudes had whacked off to his smooth, slim and slightly ripped bod on-screen and especially his prize asset; his creamy white bubble butt and rose-bud boyhole. Now he was a shadow of that perfection; a worn out sagging assed shell with a slight paunch, his formerly floppy dark hair thinning miserably and flecked with grey. Even his attempt to present himself as a sexy mature daddy type by letting his stubble grow wasn’t cutting it. In fact, Bellamy would have rather not have been looking at his former star’s naked ass as he was now. Jeez! This is what 20years does to a bloke.

Erik’s cheeks flushed in anger and humiliation. He just couldn’t believe what he was hearing from this dirty old prick. This was Bellamy, the guy he’d made a fortune for by exposing his body. The guy who once said he was about as near to the vision of an angel as most porn audiences were likely to get. The guy who had picked Erik up within days of the latter’s debut on the club scene as a meek 18year old back in ’97. And now…. fuck him

Erik grabbed his man-meat and shook his schlong right in Bellamy’s face

“You fucking asshole! You used to beg just to get within groping distance of this! Remember how you…”

“yeh yeh yeh” broke in Bellamy as he turned his face and pushed Erik’s dong away “i remember. You did great work in your day. You were a top boy. Of course I’m grateful for all you did. And I made you a star too. But c’mon now man. You’ve well and truly lost it. Not your fault. Happens to everyone. Happened to the guys before you, will happen to the hot young studs I’ve got in there now (he motioned to the door of the studio). But seriously, you’re not going to turn anyone on now. In fact, I’d rather you just put your goddam clothes back on. Quickly”

Erik was just about to pile into him again, when the studio door opened and in came Lex and Allen. The two twunks were breathtakingly gorgeous and still naked from the shoot. Beside them, Erik did indeed look like a total wreck. He grimaced at the lads. They saw him and began to giggle.

“what the fuck are you meant to be? The anti-fluffer or something?. FFS, you’d kill a hard-on faster than a fart in the face man!”

 Erik turned beetroot hues of red in embarrassment and shame.

“Wait. I know you. You’re Erik Aston!” exclaimed Lex “jeez! I saw your porn playing in that dingy sauna down by the river a while back. You were fucking gorgeous. What the fuck happened!!..”

This comment did nothing to raise Erik’s spirits. Quite the opposite.

“Hes looking for a gig and I told him why I can’t give him one. Maybe now he sees more clearly why” said Bellamy

“I don’t know “ broke in Allen “id still do him. I mean, I think we could have fun playing around with him”

 This comment did perk Erik up slightly. However, what it lead to was rather more embarrassing in the long term. In fact, although Erik did get a gig based off of this flash of inspiration on the part of Allen, it was not the legacy Erik could ever have wanted for his career.

The shoot was done. Lex (18) and Allen (23) are seen in mid fuck when Erik ( playing their landlord) bursts in to collect the rent. The young lads eventually end up paying with their favours, but not before thoroughly humiliating Erik. Full pig and scruff style. Erik is seen being punished and shamed by the fit twunks, garbed in furry doggy-mask and rubber doggy-tail butt-plug, lashed and leashed and lead around by his schlong begging to get a whiff of the lads’ young arses. Pissed on, farted on, utterly humiliated.

That was to be Erik’s swansong, his legacy and his last ride on screen.

 

I’m catching the last train from London to Penzance. It’s packed as we leave Paddington for the six-hour journey.  When I travel with my husband, we usually travel first class, but I prefer standard class when I travel alone. Much better eye candy in standard, fewer red-faced old men. Instead, there are lots of twinks and guys in their twenties.  

Being on a train always makes me slightly horny. All the guys to check out so many possibilities.  I do a talent check as I walk down to the buffet car.  Today, there’s quite a bit to look at.   I’m drawn to a guy wearing tradie clothes, dirty jeans and a hi-vis jacket.  He’s packing, I wonder what he’d be like as a fuck.  Another guy, chatting with a woman who I assume is his girlfriend, is wearing grey sweatpants. I can see the outline of something hefty in there. One fit young guy in his early twenties who looks like a surfer dude catches me checking him out.  I look up from his crotch to see him smiling at me.  I shrug; you got me. 

I return to my seat and watch TV on my laptop to pass the time. I’m sitting on the aisle seat to watch the talent walking up and down.

Later, as we’re leaving Liskeard, the train is getting pretty empty. There are only a couple of people still in my carriage. I see Surfer Dude from earlier. He’s moved down the train and sits a couple of rows from me. 

He’s wearing stonewashed blue jeans and a white tight-fitting t-shirt. Blonde-haired with deep, steely blue eyes.  His arms are not gym bunny huge but are muscled and damn sexy.  His legs are apart, and I check out his package again.  I can see two good-sized bollocks and the vague outline of his cock. I look at his hands, idly wondering how often he wanks himself with those. 

I return to watching TV on my laptop.  I look up again, and it’s just the two of us left in the carriage. This time, I catch him looking at my package. I squeeze my crotch and look at him. He smiles, subconsciously running his tongue over his upper lip.  

He raises his hands over his head and stretches out, his hands high above his head.  His arm muscles flex as he does so. Now that he’s got my full attention, I lose all pretence of being nonchalant. 

He moves his hand down to his balls and gives them a squeeze. The squeeze turns into a stroke as he caresses his package.  I see the outline of his dick growing clearer as he starts to chub up. My dick is starting to push against my jeans. I grab it in my hand and squeeze it, making it grow harder. 

He looks me in the eye as he puts his hand under his t-shirt, causing it to ride up, giving me a flash of his abs. He’s toned! He reaches up and strokes his nipple. I decide to mirror him. I lean my head back, and a little moan of pleasure escapes my lips as my finger caresses the tiny nub. It gets hard, as are his, judging from how they show through his t-shirt. 

 

We’re pulling into Truro. I cross my legs and place my laptop over my bulge. It would be a bit embarrassing if someone else got on and saw me sitting here with a stiffy.  A bunch of drunk lads get on paying us no attention and moving down to the next carriage along. Leaving me and my new buddy alone.  The train leaves the station.  

My cock hasn’t gone down at all, and by the looks of it, neither has his either. It’s a while until the next station, and the guard is unlikely to be coming through.  This is fun and better than the TV I’m watching.  

I return my attention to my dick. It’s lying to the left, filling my jeans.  I take my finger and gently scratch my knob through the material. That feels good.  He’s rubbing his cock through his jeans again, looking me in the eye defiantly. 

He puts on a show; he reaches up and places his hand around his neck, throwing his head back, his Adam’s Apple prominent.  Next, he runs his hand down over his shirt, this time tweaking his nipple through the shirt.  All the while, his other hand is lying nonchalantly against his package, slowly stroking it. 

He begins to undo his belt, pulling the end through the buckle.  I have a real thing for watching guys unbuckle their belts.  (Airport security is such a turn-on).  I watch intently as he undoes the button and unzips his fly.  He pulls them apart to reveal he’s wearing blue boxer briefs.  His cock tenting to the side, it looks meaty.  It’s my turn to lick my lip subconsciously as I see he’s got a big spot of precum around his knob. 

He takes his hand and pushes inside his briefs, taking his cock in his grasp and wanking it.  

I run my hands over my nipples, and I give them both a good squeeze at the same time, sending a jolt of electricity down to my cock. I decide to provide him with a flash of my abs, and I pull my shirt up and stroke my stomach. The sexual tension between us is off the charts.  

I undo my belt, each move deliberate and seductive. I love the sound of the clink it makes as I unbuckle. I look up at him as I undo the top button of my jeans and then pull my fly apart.  My cock is tenting my briefs, stiff and proud.  I put my hand inside my underwear, grasping my cock and wanking it slowly.  I love a slow wank, especially inside my briefs, the material rubbing on my cock-head.

I look up from my hardon.  He’s now pulled his underwear down under his cock, his balls tight against the elastic.  His cock is hefty, I don’t usually measure cocks in inches, but I’d say he’s a good eight.  Man, is it hard? It’s a beautiful specimen, thick and long with a gentle curve.  His mushroom-headed knob is proud on top.  His dick looks so tempting, glistening with precum.  Half of me wants to get on my knees and give him a blowjob. The other half is finding it incredibly stimulating sitting here, watching him wank.

He takes his left hand and pulls his underpants firmly down; his balls hang low. He pulls his t-shirt up over his abs and behind his head.  His pecs are well developed and firm, crowned with nipples the size of pound coins.  He has tight abs framed by a beautifully defined Adonis belt, his happy trail leading from his navel to his cock.

He pulls his dick down, and it slaps back up, his balls jumping when he does so.  Then he takes his finger and wipes it on the top.  He takes his finger in his mouth and sucks it seductively, looking at me while he does it.  He pushes his finger in deep and holds it there.  His eyes locked with mine.  Then, he begins to move it in and out, mimicking blowing a cock.

I pull my underwear down carefully over my dick which is now as hard as it ever gets.  So fucking hard.  I pull my foreskin back from my knob and pull my dick upright.  I smear the precum on the tip of my glans, shivering with delight from the feeling. I take the shaft in my right hand and pull it up and down, the foreskin going back and forth over the head.  I look up at him, sitting there, staring at my knob, wanking himself slowly.

Fuck, I can see the guard moving down the train, two cars away.  I beckon to Surfer Dude and quickly pull my jeans up. I’m so turned on right now, but I don’t fancy explaining to my husband why I need to be collected from Truro police station.  The guard stops at the carriage next to ours; he’s dealing with the rowdy, pissed-up lads who got on earlier.

Whatever is going on, the guard seems satisfied and makes his way back down the train away from us.  I look at Surfer Dude. He’s grinning at me; he’s already got his jeans back down and has picked up where he left off, his legs apart, his cock still rock hard.  His balls move up and down as he wanks.  

I’m so hard and horny right now; the sexual tension between us is crazy. The train’s rhythm, the danger of getting caught, the view of the hot guy in front of me.  All combine to make me want to cum and cum soon.

Surfer Dude smiles as I pull my jeans and underwear down again. I stare at his cock and his abs while I wank myself, my cock quickly returning to total hardness.  He begins to wank faster, and I do as well.  I feel my cum churning deep inside my balls.  I can feel myself about to cum.  I stop, taking my cock by the root and holding it, a bead of clear precum appearing at the tip.  I take it on my finger, and Surfer Dude watches intently as I lick it from my finger.  

He pushes his hips forward so that his body is almost level, pushing his dick up so it’s at ninety degrees to his abs. Then he lets it slap back on his stomach.  He takes it by the root, slapping it against his palm. He looks at me, running his tongue over his lip seductively.  He reaches for his nipples and twists them, pulling them away from his body.  His cock jerks as he does so.

He sits back upright with his arse over the edge of the seat.  He sucks on his finger and then takes it and pushes it into his ass.  He fingers himself, his hand flexing as he stimulates his prostate.  His cock flexes with each motion.

I grab my balls and pull them tight, away from my body, encircling them with my fist. That feels so incredible as I continue to wank my dick.  He watches me and then copies me. His balls are hefty and hanging low.  He pulls them away from his body and moans with pleasure.

I lightly tickle my balls with my left hand, then glide my left hand up the underside of my cock.  I gently pinch the top of my knob between my thumb and forefinger.  Stroking the bottom of my knob.  I then grab my cock with my palm, feeling it’s weight and girth.

He starts to pick up the pace, wanking his cock hard. He throws his head back and moans with pleasure.  He pauses for a second and then begins again.  He does this several times over, his breathing getting faster.  His muscled chest rises and falls as he breathes hard. Then he stops wanking, holding his cock straight down.  I watch expectantly, waiting for what happens next.  

Then it happens, cum erupts out of his cock, streams of it pulsing onto the floor.  I pick up the pace on my cock, wanking furiously.  My hand cupped at the end of my knob, ready to catch any cum.  I feel it building from the base of my taint. My orgasm hits.  My cock flexes as I shoot ropes of cum; some shoots over my waiting hand, but the rest puddles into my palm.  He watches me intently as I raise my cum filled palm to my mouth and lick it clean.  The delicious taste of bitter fresh cum on my tongue.

We both stuff our cocks away and get dressed.  I return to watching my TV programme. Not a word has passed between us.  We’re nearly at the final stop, I look up, and he stands to get his bag.  He passes me as he walks towards it. He stands for a second, looking down at me.  He grabs his package provocatively and gives me a grin. “Thanks, man, that was fucking hot”.  

Then, he’s gone.

Later that evening, my husband and I have a long slow wank while I tell him all about the hot surfer dude.

I’m a partner in a small brokerage firm. I’ve been running this place with my partner Colin for the past five years and I’m very proud of what we’ve built. Our staff of ten work hard but we pay them well and I think we all enjoy what we do. I know I do.

One of my main duties is cultivating new clients. My partner Colin hates it but not me. I’m a natural salesman. I like traveling and meeting new people. My busy lifestyle makes it hard on my dating life. I’m single but there are plenty of available men or woman willing to take care of my sexual needs. It’s a benefit being bisexual. It doubles the dating pool. It certainly helps that I’m 6’ 2”, 180 pounds, in great shape and blessed with a good head of hair. I work out a lot and as the face of my firm, I must present myself in the best light. At age 42 I feel I’m at the peak of my physical fitness. Women and men seem to always be flirting with me and who am I to turn them down.

Anyway, back to my story.  We were in a particularly busy period and our trusted office manager was going out on an extended medical leave. It was the perfect time to hire a summer intern to pick up some of the slack. It was a win, win situation. The intern can earn some valuable work experience and we can get some needed help about the office.  Just before she went out on leave the office manager hired a second year MBA student with the name Colin. Somehow, she never thought that having an intern with the same first name as one of the partners would be confusing. Naturally we started calling our new hire “Colin the intern”.

Colin the intern turned out to be a good hire. He was smart, a hard worker and always willing to learn something new. He was also easy on the eyes. Not that I was looking to mess with the kid. It’s not my style but at 6 feet tall, slim hips, square jaw, sandy colored hair and piercing blue eyes, he would make a yummy treat.

Summer was moving along and Colin the intern was fitting in well. On occasion he would stop by my office and ask if I had any projects for him to work on. Sure, I was happy to find special projects for Colin to work on. As I say, he was a hard worker and quick to learn. He was like a puppy, very eager to please. Besides, I enjoyed Colin’s company. He reminded me of myself when I was his age.

After about three weeks of working here Colin the intern stopped by my office and said he had something to ask me. Intrigued, I asked what it was. He said he wanted to take me out to lunch to discuss something. I couldn’t imagine what he would want to discuss with me, but I wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass by.  

He suggested we go to the sandwich shop down the street. He also said that since he invited me to lunch, he wanted to pay for the meal. Now, there is no way I am going to let a 22-year-old student pay for my lunch, regardless of who invited who. I told Colin that I had a better suggestion and made reservations at my golf and tennis club. We made our way to my BMW and off we went.

Colin was quite impressed with my car and the club. I could also tell he was nervous trying to decide what to order from a menu with no prices on it. He calmed down a bit when I told him that the meal would be charged to my account. I patiently waited for Colin to get the nerve to ask me whatever it was he wanted to discuss, but we needed to back to the office soon.

“So, Colin”, I started, “what is it that you wanted to discuss with me?”

“Well, Mr. Porter”, Colin began.

“Please Colin, call me Paul.”

“Okay, Paul”.  Colin the intern finally got up the nerve to ask me what he wanted. It turned out that all Colin was looking for was a mentor. He told me that his father died when he was 14 and he doesn’t have anyone in his life that he can talk to, ask advice and benefit from their experience.  He hoped to become a stockbroker after graduation and thought that since I was older, successful and had my life together I might be willing to help him.

I wasn’t in the market for a protégé, but I have to admit I was more than intrigued. Colin was a good kid, but he was definitely rough around the edges. He could certainly use someone with my experience to guide him as he began his adult life. Who knows, it might be fun to mold and shape a young impressionable kid.  I was inclined to say yes but I had a few questions I wanted to ask him first. If he got defensive or insulted by my questions, then I would definitely pass.

 “Tell me Colin”, I began. “Where did you get your haircut?”

“Um, Supercuts”. Colin replied.

“I thought so. And your suit? Did you get it from Men’s Warehouse?”  Colin blushed and I could tell he was somewhat embarrassed. “No offense. I’m not passing judgement. It’s just in our business you have to present yourself in a certain way.”

I then pulled out my phone and jotted two names on one of my business cards. Handing the card to Colin I said, “The first name is the name of my hair stylist. Give him a call, use my name and he’ll squeeze you in.” I reached across the table, took hold of Colin’s hand and looked at it. “When you’re there tell them you want a manicure as well. The second name is the manager of Hive and Colony, the best men’s clothing store in town. Ask for him when you go there. He’ll take good care of you. Get two new suits. Tell them it’s a rush job. Again, use my name and tell them to put them on my account.”

“I couldn’t. That’s too much.” Colin protested.

“Not at all. It’s an investment in you and I can write them off as a business expense.” I then told Colin that I would give him my answer about mentoring him on Monday. We finished our lunches and headed back to the office.

Come Monday morning I was in the office early.  I was surprised to see Colin there before me and sporting a new stylish haircut. No more looking like a little boy. He looked like a young business professional.  I checked out his nails were trimmed, buffed and looking good.

“So, you saw Joshua?” I asked.

“Yes, it was the best haircut of my life. My nails too. I was apprehensive at first, but I didn’t want to disappoint you. I’m glad I did. They look awesome. I can’t stop looking at them.”

“And the new suits?”

“I stopped by Hive and Colony after my haircut. Spoke with the manager and the suits will be ready on Wednesday. I can’t thank you enough, Paul.”

“No problem, Colin. I’m happy to see that you followed through and took my advice. I also wanted to tell you that I decided to be your mentor. It would be my honor, Colin.”

“Really? That’s awesome!” Colin jumped up out of his seat and gave me a hug. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Perfectly okay. I like to see your enthusiasm,” I said.  Actually, it was more than okay. I enjoyed Colin pressing his young supple body against mine. I could swear I could feel his dick pressed against mine when we hugged. Maybe it’s been too long since I got laid. Anyway, it got me thinking about Colin and the fun we could have together. Maybe I can teach him a thing or two in the bedroom as well.

Regarding our mentorship we agreed to meet each Mondays for lunch. Colin would talk about his goals and the progress he was making. I would give him articles and books to read and guide him with establishing goals. After settling on school and professional goals we moved on to personal goals like fitness and relationships. I came to work one morning with a pair of running shoes for Colin.

“What are these for?” he asked.

“No offense but I saw your legs at the company barbecue last week. They are a bit scrawny. I recommend that you take up running. It’s good for your legs and your overall health but if you set up a morning routine it will clear your mind and help you focus more on work.”

Colin took the shoes and asked how I knew his shoe size. “If you want to succeed in this business you have to learn how to size up a person. After studying you I concluded you were a size 11.”

I was happy to report that Colin took my advice. He started running a few miles each morning and a few weeks later reported back that he was loving it and was feeling the benefits of his daily run. I felt it was time to move this mentorship to the next level. During our next weekly lunch, I praised Colin for all the work he’s put in and how much progress he’s made. I told him how proud of him I was. This was no BS line. I couldn’t have been prouder of him if he was my own son.

I told Colin that he needed to work a little more on appearance. He was dressing better and had a better haircut but there were small details like shampoos, body wash and aftershave that I felt he was lacking. I told him I suspected he was using Suave or Johnson’s baby shampoo and Bic disposable razors to shave. He didn’t correct me, so I figured I was close to the truth.

“What do you suggest Paul? I’m willing to do whatever you tell me. I’m putting myself in your hands.”

That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. When he said that, my cock chubbed up a bit.

 I told him to be at my condo on Friday night at 7:00 pm and I’ll run him through my “routine”. I wasn’t sure if he knew what he was getting himself into.

Colin showed up right on time. Good boy. After pouring him a glass of Burgundy, a nice masculine, high alcohol percentage wine, I showed him around my place. He admired my décor and artwork. He complemented me on my style and taste. Whether he meant it or not, he appeared to be sincere and honest in his comments. I taught him well.

The tour ended back in the living room, and I topped off his wine glass. “Okay, we should probably begin. Please stand here in the middle of the room.” Colin did as I asked.

“Now I’m going to give you the best piece of advice I could ever give you” I began.

“Please do.”

I stood behind Colin. Then with my right hand I reached in front of Colin and grabbed his crotch. I held on firmly and gave it a good squeeze. Colin held his breath but didn’t flinch or move.

I whispered close to his ear, “My advice to you Colin is whenever you give a speech, run a meeting or even walk into a room, you go in believing that you’ve got the biggest cock in the room.” I gave his crotch another squeeze. “It’s not about ego and it’s not a macho move. It’s about confidence and self-esteem. You lead with your big cock and you are bound to succeed. Trust me, it works. My cock is just slightly larger than average. It’s about 6 and a half inches and average girth but whenever I go into a sales meeting or give a speech, I convince myself that my cock is thick and throbbing and out measures every other man in the room. When I do that, I slay. Men and women are eating out of my hand and I usually get what I want. That’s how I’ve been able to grow my business so fast.”

Colin held his breath and didn’t move a muscle. Well except for his cock, which was growing hard in my hand. That’s when I knew I had him.

“What do you think of that Colin?”

“Well, that is certainly fascinating. I will try to follow that advice.”

“Don’t try Colin, do.” I gave his cock one more squeeze. “Okay Colin, I think it’s time for me to examine your complete body. I want you to strip.”

Without a word, complaint or comment, Colin kicked off his shoes, removed his socks and pulled off his polo shirt. Then he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to the floor. He was standing there in his underwear. He was wearing white Fruit of the Loom briefs. I realize that Colin is young and inexperienced but there is no excuse for wearing tighty whities. Those have to go.

“Colin, in order for a man to be truly confident you must feel confident and that begins with your underwear. Your most precious possession, your cock and your balls must be engulfed in material fitting their status. No more BVDs, Fruit of the Loom or Hanes briefs for you. I will give you a list of suitable underwear brands you should purchase. In the meantime, I will give you a few pairs of mine to wear. Now takes those off.”

Without missing a beat, Colin grabbed the waistband of his briefs and slipped them down his slim hips to his ankles. I finally got to study Colin’s naked body for the first time. Colin’s cock was fully erect. It was uncut, stiff and throbbing with a drop of precum hanging from his cockhead. What I noticed about Colin’s cock was that it was big and thick. It was definitely over 8 inches and about 7 inches of girth. Like I said, it was big. It was then that I realized the advice I gave Colin about entering a room as if you have the biggest cock will most likely be true in his case.

Being that Colin was a light brown, sandy colored haired man, I wasn’t too surprised to see how hairless he was. His chest was smooth and blemish free; so were his legs. Thanks to Colin’s running routine his legs were toned and strong. He was still very much a young man, almost kind of boyish but I knew in a short time he was going to grow into a full fledge hunk.

I ran my hands across his chest and shoulders, gliding them down his arms to his wrists. feeling his biceps, nipples, back and flat stomach turned me on sexually in unexpected ways. His boyish enthusiasm, charm, intelligence and good looks were so exciting to me.  I wanted to devour this young man and make him mine. In many ways Colin reminded me of myself twenty years ago.

I took hold of his balls and rolled them around in my hand. They felt so good. They were the perfect size. I wanted so much to pop them in my mouth and run my tongue over them but first I needed to check out his ass further. Moving behind him I studied Colin’s ass.  It was quite magnificent. Round and plump but not big enough to be considered a bubble butt. I gave each butt cheek a good squeeze while Colin let out a low moan. Separating his ass cheeks, I bent down to admire his perfectly hairless hole. Wetting my thumb, I rubbed it up and down his hole as it winked at me.

 It took a lot of restraint not to drop my pants, spit on my cock and shove it in Colin’s exposed hole. But I had other business to take care of first. We were there to show Colin my grooming and skin care routine. I led the young man to my bathroom where there was a line of products on the vanity.

We started with a facial mask. I explained the benefits of a regular facial mask such as moisturizing and firming your skin, diminishing fine lines and controlling oily skin. It was quite a turn-on applying the mask to my hunky protégé. While we were waiting the appropriate time for the mask to do its thing I went over my shower routine of body wash, shampoo and conditioner.

It was now time. I turned the shower on and guided young Colin into the shower stall while I removed my own clothes. I took my position behind Colin and started washing his hair and body. It was such a treat to run my hands over Colin’s firm young nubile body. I was getting more and more excited watching the soapy water cascade down his back and between his ass crack. My own growing cock was poking against his ass or hip whenever I moved.

With our shower lesson over, we exited the shower stall and dried ourselves with the fluffiest towels I own. “I have one more lesson for you tonight, Colin. It’s about pleasure. Giving and receiving.”

“Yes Paul. I’m ready.”

“I believe you are, Colin” I left the bathroom and headed toward my bedroom knowing Colin would be following me. Once there, I removed the towel from around his waist and instructed Colin to lay on the bed.

“Whenever you are with someone in a sexual situation, whether you’re with a woman or a man their pleasure should be of utmost importance. You should experience pleasure too of course but only after your partner is satisfied. You should quickly learn what they like and be ready to provide it. These are the only words I am going to say right now. The rest of the lesson I will demonstrate with my actions.”

With that, I wrapped my hand around the base of his penis and put his cockhead into my mouth.  I swirled my tongue around the sensitive underside. Slowly I engulf more and more of his manhood into my mouth. Using a combination of suction, saliva and tongue, I was determined to give Colin the best blowjob of his young life.

Whatever limited experience I figured Colin had with blowjobs I knew would be no match for my fellatio technique. I wasn’t just blowing his cock I was making love to it. I eased up a bit when I sensed that Colin was close to climaxing. I needed this to last as long as it could. I switched my focus from his shaft to his balls and gave them some needed attention. I tongued and licked those tasty stones for a while as precum leaked from his cockhead down his shaft to where my eager mouth was licking his balls.

I continued my advances further down, under his balls to his taint. Regardless of his sexual history I was certain no one had explored this area of Colin before. As my tongue did its magic on Colin’s taint I was pleased with his reaction. Colin lifted his legs in the air and pulled his knees close to his chest exposing more of his boy ass and virgin hole. Not wanting to miss my opportunity, I started to lick and probe his hole with my tongue. Colin responded with satisfying moans and groans. He was definitely enjoying the first ever rimming of his hole.

Then Colin slowly turned to the right and moved from his back to his stomach exposing his ass completely. It was as if he was offering himself to me and I was not about to pass on that offer. No words were exchanged but I knew what he wanted, and he knew want I was planning to do.

I continued my rim job on him, getting his hole nice and wet. He was enjoying himself so much his hole was opening up as my tongue kept probing. Soon my fingers joined my tongue to help push my spit and saliva down his hole as preparation for what was next.

First one finger, then two. In and out, probing his hole as I continued to add spit as lubricant. Moans of pleasure escaped Colin as he rocked his hips up and down to meet my penetrating fingers. With one hand still deep inside his boy hole I reached over to my nightstand to retrieve a bottle of lube. Squirting a big dollop of lube onto his hole I lathered my hard dick with another squirt. I was now ready to take my conquest. More important, Colin was ready for the taking.

Lining up my dick to the opening of his hole I slowly began to push my way inside. With any virgin you have to go slow, but with Colin I wanted, needed to be extra slow and careful. My desire was for this to be the most pleasurable sexual experiences Colin ever had. Slow and steady I entered him inch by inch until I reached my ultimate goal. My cock was completely inside Colin’s ass, and it fit like a glove. I sensed that Colin was tensing up and feeling discomfort, so I rested a bit before continuing my lesson. While lying on his back and waiting for Colin to get use to my invading cock I nibbled on his earlobe and tweaked his nipples. This seemed to relax him enough for me to begin slowly pulling my dick out of his hole and pushing it back in. This went on for a long while, slowly exiting and entering his hole. Gradually I picked up speed and each time my cock hit the bottom of his hole Colin would release a passionate groan. He was loving the experience and so was I.

Before long I was slamming my cock in his hole pretty hard. My cum was building up and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I blew my load inside this boy. It was then that I stopped my thrusting and remove my cock from his hole. Colin had a slight look of disappointment on his face. Was he missing my cock in his ass? I then grabbed his legs and flipped Colin around on his back. Lifting his legs up and back toward his chest I reinserted my cock into his gapping hole.

“I like to look into my partner’s eyes when I cum.” Those were the only words spoken since the beginning of our encounter. Colin was breathing hard and looking angelic as I continued to plow his hole. Each time my cock hit the bottom of his hole a small bit of cum would squirt from his cock. We locked eyes with each other. I could see so much passion and desire in Colins face. I was feeling as if we were one being. That’s the best kind of sex to have.

With my climax building it was only a matter of moments until I erupted. “Here it comes. Take my load.”

“Give it to me.” Colin responded. “I’m ready.” With that, wave after wave of hot cum shot from my dick and filled up Colin’s welcoming hole. At the same time, Colin’s cock also began sending out shot after shot of cum landing on his chest and stomach. Fully spent, I collapsed into Colin’s arms.

“I’m very proud of you Colin. You took it like a man and performed like a champion.” Colin’s big grim said all I needed to hear. After our session we relaxed and recovered as we spooned. I was the outer spoon with Colin nestled up against my chest. I loved the sight of watching my cum slowly leak out of Colin’s used hole onto the bed sheets. It was getting me horny for round two.

After that night Colin came over every Friday night for his “intimacy lessons”. I taught him all the lessons and techniques I knew. He became quite good at sucking cock as well as fucking ass. All I know is I was never disappointed when Colin fucked me or sucked on my cock.

Summer was coming to an end, and I knew my days we Colin the Intern would be as well. My firm had its big annual event around Labor Day and I asked Colin to help me prepare for it. I thought it would be a good way for Colin to see the softer side of the business. A lot of our biggest clients as well as prospective clients would be there, and I was to give a speech on the latest trends in the industry. This would be Colin’s final day of work before heading back to school the following week.

The day of the event arrived and as usual a bunch of clients kept bussing around me during the cocktail hour. They were trying to get my attention when all I wanted to do was focus on the speech I was about to deliver. One particularly high maintenance client, Ben McDonald, was more annoying than usual. He kept trying to pull me away and asking me questions. As one of our oldest and best clients I certainly couldn’t blow him off but I needed to prepare for my speech. It was then that I saw Colin standing close by.

I called to him. “Colin. I’d like you to meet one of our best clients. Ben McDonald, please meet Colin Hedvig. Colin is one of our brightest new brokers.” Colin and Ben exchanged handshakes and pleasantries then Ben immediately turned back to me and said “Paul, I need to ask you opinion on the Feds latest statement. What does it mean for my investments?”

“Ben, all your questions will be answered during my speech, which I’m about to deliver. When I’m done, I’m all yours and you can ask me all the questions you want. In the meantime, I’m putting you in Colin’s hands. He’ll look after you,”

“Really”. Ben responded. “He seems kind of young.”

“Young but talented. I have complete faith in Colin. He’ll take good care of you.”

As I started to leave, I could see apprehension in Colin’s face. I simply leaned in close, patted him on the back and whispered, “Trust your instincts, you’ll know what to do. Treat him like I would.” That was my final piece of advice as I took off for the podium.

My 40-minute speech was well received. I knew I slayed it, and we would probably gain some new clients from my performance. I was feeling good as I was receiving congratulations and handshakes from the crowd, I began wondering how Colin was dealing with high-maintenance client Ben. He could really put you through your paces if you are not prepared. As I said, Ben was one of our first clients and his commissions only could pay for this event.  He was my client at my old firm and when I went out on my own, he followed me here. Very loyal. Now that he got his three kids through college, he is looking to reinvest some of his investments as he eases toward retirement. Poor Colin. I hope he’s not in over his head. The thing is I couldn’t find Colin and Ben anywhere. I searched the room and they were nowhere in sight. I asked around and no one had seen them. Ben’s wife Ellen was still there drinking so I knew he wouldn’t have left. Maybe we went out for a smoke. Now my curiosity was peaked where could they be?

After searching a while, I came across an unused coat-check room. Since it was August there was no need for it to be in use. Peeking in, past the coat racks, I saw Colin leaning against the back wall. He had a strange look on his face. Lowering my gaze, I discovered that Colins pants and boxer briefs were down around his ankles and Ben McDonald was slobbering on his big erect cock. Ben was sucking Colin like a first-class cocksucker. I had no idea Ben was into cock or how Colin managed to get Ben to suck on his. It was so hot watching Colin’s big 8 inch cock being swallowed by my client Ben.

Not wanting to interrupt, I began to turn to leave when Colin noticed me standing there. He gave me a quick wink and thumbs up just as his face contorted indicating to me that he was just about to blow a load down Ben’s throat. His hands went down to hold Ben’s head in place as I silently slipped away.

I didn’t get a chance to talk with Colin that night or get an explanation of how he managed to get my allegedly straight client to suck on his cock. He was soon back to school and no longer my employee, but I know that I had taught Colin everything I could and that he was no longer an intern.

The End

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Postscript: Colin turned out to be such a great worker, when he graduated the following Spring, we hired him as a full-time employee. Of course, we no longer slept together. It was one thing when he was my intern, but it wouldn’t be appropriate now that he’s a regular employee. After just a few years, Colin proved to be so valuable we made him a junior partner. When he was named partner, I rewarded him by giving him Ben McDonald as his own client. How he managed to get Ben to suck his cock a few years ago, I’ll never know. All I know is that Colin is a great broker and is probably ready to mentor his own Intern.