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Richard considered himself a placid type of guy. He went along, rather than make waves, but as he looked over at his friend, Justin, he felt the anger rising inside of him. It wasn’t fair and he had pretty well had enough of Justin’s games. Granted, Justin was hot, six foot and dark hair with matching eyes. His body was muscular, tanned and he was to die for when seen in nothing but a pair of Speedo swimwear. Still that was no excuse, and Richard simply wasn’t going to take anymore bullshit.

He had been giving Justin blow jobs for over two years. While he liked sucking him off, it wasn’t enough anymore. Justin had a body that made Richard drool. It was that perfect, and while he liked sucking his cock, he wanted to do more, he wanted to touch him, to feel him moan as he stuck his tongue down his cheeks. To taste him, as he French kissed him before grabbing his cock and sucking on it.

It was becoming boring, to have Justin show up every friggin Sunday morning, generally hung over, flop on his bed, then spread his legs, grope himself for a bit, then undo the top of the pants and look over at him. He’d smile, and pushing at his hard pole inside the jeans, he’d sort of offer himself, but only his cock.

And that had gone on for two friggin years. He had wanted so much more from him, but Justin always had an excuse. His most often used one was that getting sucked off was no big deal, anything more would make him queer, which he adamantly claimed not to be.

He had allowed it, given in, rather than fight and lose on some tasty cock, but enough with the games already. He was gay, proud of it too, and there was no way that Justin was straight. Maybe bi, but no friggin way was he 100% heterosexual. Not the way he would moan, when his dick was deep in Richard’s throat. Not when he would cry out, as his spunk would fill Richard’s mouth. That was no straight boy yelling, ‘suck it’ or ‘take it all babe’.

He had made up his mind, either Justin put out more, or no more blow jobs. Justin could find some other desperate Queen to give him head, if he wasn’t prepared to at least let Richard have some fun.

It wasn’t like he wanted much either. The idea of slipping his own cock into that tight looking ass was exciting, made him cum a few times in his dreams, it wasn’t that necessary. Sure it would be nice to hear Justin scream out as he boned his ass, driving it in deep and hard, but he could live without the drama it would create.

There was nothing worse than a closet case being boned, and then realizing how much he liked it. It could be messy, and the one thing Richard didn’t need was more drama in his life. He had enough of that from Steve.

No, he wanted to not just suck that slightly more than average cock, but to also taste his ass, to lick him and make him really squirm, before taking his cum. He wanted to make him beg for it, in some perverted way. Maybe he was being selfish, but shit, he had given the guy good blow jobs for two years, he deserved a little taste of more every now and then.

It wasn’t like he wanted to bone him, least not just now. Maybe later on, but there was so much more he wanted. He’d like to suck him off, but naked. Least that way he could maybe get off himself, maybe even spurt his jizz over that lovely flat washboard stomach that Justin was so proud of. Now that would be a good start, to see his man juice covering that perfectly flat white flesh.

Least then he’d feel like he accomplished a bit more, felt a bit more involved, instead of just a willing mouth to take the scraps of whatever Justin felt like spurting his way. Sure he was bitter, but fuck, the guy was hot and it wasn’t right. He didn’t have any troubles getting laid, so why should he not share with Richard?

Christ they had been so called friends for awhile now. It wasn’t like he had lied to him, or hidden that he was queer. Richard had been out an early age, and Justin knew it the day they first met. So what the fuck, why shouldn’t he get more than just a hot dick to lick at, to kiss and suck on?

Richard felt cheap, and it had eaten at him for two years now. But as soon as Justin showed up, he was going to change all that. The idea of having it out, of either stepping their relationship up a notch or two, or ending it didn’t really bother him. He wasn’t exactly a dork or geek. Sex wasn’t that hard for him, specially now that he had changed his hair color to Blonde, with some dark streaks in it. It fit his face perfectly. Certainly appealed to many of the hot studs at the local bar. He had many invitations to party after, and had accepted a few of them too.

That was the other thing. Justin seemed to not like to hear about his weekend, but he sure enjoyed regaling him with his exploits. Like he gave a shit about some broad that took Justin’s bone? He listened, but would Justin? No, he would always make a face, and say he was going to barf if he heard anymore about Richard’s tryst with some stud. Yet it was okay for him to detail in graphical words, how he had seduced some bitch.

He felt himself getting flushed, as his anger grew inside. There was no denying that he was right, Justin was wrong. So why had he not yet made his stand? It wasn’t like he just started thinking this way. Hell, the first time he had sucked Justin off, he had begun to dream of boning him. The way his cheeks fit his pants so perfectly, the way they showed two nice orbs of flesh in his shorts, always gave him a boner. So this wasn’t anything new.

Richard wanted to part those cheeks, to run his fingers down between them, to feel the flesh hidden by the cheeks. He wanted to smell him, as he licked at that long sensuous valley that led to the promised land, for him anyhow. He wanted to feel his fingers pry those cheeks apart, as he would put his face between them, kissing them and licking at them.

He would let his tongue run up and down, swirling around that pink hole at first, teasing it until Justin could stand it no more. Then after lots of begging, he would let his tongue run across the hole, tasting it and then teasing it more. He would swirl his tongue over it, then curling up the tip of his tongue, he would dig in, push past the tiny little hole and dig deep into the very insides of Justin.

That would make him cry out, no doubt of that. Richard felt the rise in his own crotch, as he thought about how he would move his tongue in and out of Justin’s tight hole, making him moan without a break. How he would taste him, and how his hands would hold him from moving away from his tongue. He could see the indents of his fingers on those perfect orbs now, as his fingers would dig in till they hit bone. Then he’d pull them apart, opening Justin hole up even more. Just so he could stuff his tongue further into him, to make his insides moist from his saliva.

After taking him that way, he’d maybe pull out and stick two of his fingers deep into the hole, stretching his hole even more. He’d finger him hard too, making him twist on them as he dug them in as far as possible without putting his whole hand inside. Then when Justin would cry out, begging him for more, he’d pull out, and once more dive in with his tongue. He’d lick him hard, letting him feel the raspy edge of his tongue. That would only make him squirm more, cry out more.

He really wanted him begging, but not for his tongue, or his fingers. He wanted to lick him so hard, to finger him so deep and hard, that Justin would beg him to bone him. He wanted to hear his so called straight boy pleading with him to take his cock and stuff it into his ass. Richard wanted to hear those words, to have Justin at his mercy.

Naturally he’d oblige him, but not at first. He’d make him suffer, just as he had made him suffer for these two years. He’d say no, he didn’t want to make him gay, to make him take part in what was a queer thing. All the time he’d be fingering him as he made him beg, as he told him how he couldn’t bone him, for fear of making him queer. That would please him, until Justin couldn’t take it anymore.

Then, and only then would he mount him. He’d use one of those ribbed condoms, and for good measure maybe a French tickler as well. To get a nice stiff one to be just under the cap of his cock head. Then he’d not linger either. No softening him up, no letting him get used to the feeling of the cock next to his hole. No slowly pushing it in.

Not for Justin, not his first time. Instead he’d slide his cock down his cheeks, slapping them once or twice until his cock head was wedged firmly up against Justin’s hole. He’d make sure Justin wanted him, that he wanted to take his cock up his ass. He would agree, begging for it actually, and that would be when he’d push in.

No finesse, no gentle press until the cock head spread the hole wide enough. Just one hard thrust, that would drive his cock head past the muscles, send his cock diving deep and hard into Justin’s insides. He’d not waste time once he was in either. He’d start to pile drive him, drilling him without mercy. He’d make him squeal as he would ignore the cries. That would be exactly how he’d do, and he’d keep on driving his cock into Justin’s hole, until he himself was nearly ready to explode. Then, and only then would he slow down, to make it last longer.

He’s not let him up for as long as possible. Richard wanted him to know what it was like to be a man, to take a man deep inside. He’d pound his ass hard, then slow down to make him think it was over, but then he’d start all over again. He could do that, he had before as it was something he was good at. Richard could hold back, and take his time in ploughing an ass. Justin would be dripping from sweat by the time he was finished.

Justin’s ass would be red from the hard slapping of Richard’s body onto it as he drove his cock into the soft flesh. He would pile drive him, like a jack hammer gone out of control. Justin would know, that when it was over, that he had truly been boned. He would not get up right away either, he would be too sore.

When he did, he’d walk tenderly. His ass would hurt, long after he had left. Richard knew how to twist and turn his cock inside an ass, how to make it seem like a bloody truck had entered. Justin would feel it for days, which was what Richard wanted.

The banging on his door made him look up. It was nearly 11 and he quickly stuffed his cock back into his tight jeans. He knew that knock, it was Justin and he opened the door, grinning like an idiot as he let his friend in. Justin looked hung over, just as he had expected, and he quickly made his way to the bathroom, where he promptly threw up.

Richard stared at him, as he leaned over the toilet, spitting out the last remnants of his bile. Those firm cheeks were staring right at him, and he felt the stirring in his crotch as Justin seemed oblivious to it all. He stood up and began to wash his face. He took a look over at Richard as he splashed water on himself, then as he grabbed a towel, he stood up and stared at Richard.

‘You been thinking of boning me again, haven’t you?’

Richard just nodded, as Justin wiped himself dry and headed towards the bedroom. He pulled a pillow out and tossed it on top of another, and stretched out. He let his legs move apart, showing his bulge, and he just looked at Richard. His eyes were looking tired as he reached out and popped the button open.

‘I told you Rich, not yet, not until I am ready for that, now you gonna pout, or you gonna suck my cock?’

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Chapter One [Introduction]

I shouldn’t mix alcohol and poppers, I knew that quite well. It always brought out the worst in me the raunchy side. However I’d been out that evening to a works do and been delivered back home by arranged transport. I thought it too late to change and go out to try and meet someone but feeling excessively randy decided to have a session on my own in order to get my rocks off.

Hurriedly dressing in my favourite running shorts and torn tight T-shirt and grabbing a bottle of poppers from the fridge, I lay down in the bath just in time as my bladder let loose and part of the evenings beer intake quickly soaked me and lay in a puddle round my body. Taking a sniff from the bottle I wallowed in the result, relishing the feeling of my nylon shorts and cotton T clinging to my body. I started to work on my tits and just as one hand worked down to my cock realised there was another load building up. This time I was able to raise my legs and pull the band of my pants down so the resulting stream splashed over my chest and onto my face, some into my eager open mouth.

It was then I realised I just had to have/do something stronger. I still had at least a couple more loads building up but needed more raunch than I could manage on my own in the bathtub. Like I said, alcohol and poppers are a bad mix for me. I quickly got out of the bath, just wiping my feet. I had an idea for some stronger, dirtier self-abuse. I used a sponge to soak up what piss I could and squeezed it into an old pint flask I kept for just that purpose. I was able to fill it with some over. Then I placed the flask with another of hot coffee and a couple of cans of beer, in my rucksack. I added the bottom of an old shell suit, retaining the top to wear. My torn T-shirt was rather too obvious. Quickly fitting a few small items in the gaps remaining I put socks and trainers on my feet and after another snort of poppers sponged the last of the golden fluid in my bath over my body.

When I was wet all over I put the shell top on and left my flat. It was now the early hours of the morning and very dark. There was, as expected, no one around to see my lightly clad wet body, or me, as I got my bike out and cycled away.

Some fifteen or so minutes later I arrive at the dark dirty cottage that had been in the back of my mind. There was a car parked nearby but I thought that probably belonged to someone who had struck lucky earlier and gone of in another vehicle. Even so, I checked the area carefully before entering the cottage. It was a small, old building with a double urinal and two lock-ups. They were never used, the seats have vanished ages ago, and I am sure the whole building had most of its visitors on weekend evenings as I often did myself. Only someone in an emergency would use it for the proper purpose being out of the way since the road was closed off, also never having been cleaned in my memory.

I had to wait a few moments until my eyes acclimatised to the darkness but as expected, there was no one to be seen by the urinal. However the floor looked nice and wet and dirty. I could only guess at the number of people who’d cum or pissed on it earlier in the evening. Just what I wanted. I took my jacket, shoes and socks off, laying them at the top of an old bench some kind soul had placed by the wall eons ago.

Taking a sniff of poppers from the bottle I’d remembered to bring with me I placed a pair of nipple clams on my tits, gasping as they bit. This was going to be good. I just knew that. I could feel the wet and dirt under my bare feet, the clamps on my tits and my almost dry clothing. That could soon my rectified. It was too soon to go down on the floor so I took the flask from my bag, checking to see I had the right one, and slowly dribbled some of the still warm contents over my face and T.

This was joy. Ok it would be better with company but I seldom met anyone willing to fulfil my desires when in this type of mood. I usually helped others to get their rocks off in here using my hands, mouth, on occasions my arse. When possible I got them to cum over my body, as I usually striped down to my shorts in the hope. Having, if I do say so myself, quite a reasonable body to look at, most were not amiss. It was not fantastic but tall, thin, long light to fairish hair seemed to work well for me. I loved a group and had often finished with me on my knees servicing a selection of cocks that would cum over me one after the other.

Unfortunately, the few times I voiced my desire to be pissed over the same cocks that had readily made use of my mouth etc quickly pulled up trousers or shorts and disappeared out the doorway. I’d got used to keeping my mouth shut, so to speak, and waiting until everyone had gone. Then I’d use my imagination and the floor to bring myself off. I was hard as hell and ready to go but wanted more than just rolling round on a dirty floor tonight.

Just then, to my great surprise, I heard footsteps. Just one pair so not police and anyway I’d never known them to visit down here anyway. What the Hell!, I thought, taking a quick sniff. Just one is no problem even if he’s straight. So I stood there, backside to one of the urinals. Sure enough, I could make out one body walking through the door.

He hadn’t noticed me yet and my eyes had by now acclimatised enough to make out his features and dress against the slight moonlight from outside. Youngish, early twenties, wearing denim shorts and a pique short-sleeved shirt. Then as he staggered he caught sight of me but after a double take to be proud of soon recovered. To my surprise, instead of coming over to the urinal he made his way to the bench and sat at the other end to my belongings that he must have noticed.

I could tell he had quite a bit to drink from his walk and thought maybe my luck was going to change but soon changed my mind. He said nothing but sat, or rather flopped, down and dragging a pack from his pocket, with some difficulty extracted a cigarette and lit up. All the time looking at me. There was no malice in his look that I could see, the moon by now supplying a reasonable amount of light. The cloud must have cleared I thought. Even so he didn’t seem interested.

What he thought of the sight I have no idea. He couldn’t have expected to come in and see a bare footed young man in tight wet shorts and torn T-shirt. Not to mention the chrome nipple clamps glittering. That thought brought them back to my attention and I slowly removed them, gasping as the pressure came off. Still no reaction.

‘Are you OK?’ I asked. Just a grunt. ‘Am I in your way?’ ‘No.’ A quite un-bothered answer.

Well. He seemed OK, even if he wasn’t gay. He didn’t seem that drunk, just a little unsteady. ‘Would you like a coffee?’ I asked. That made him look up.

‘Have you got coffee? I can’t drive like this.’ There was some life in his voice now. So I got the other flask out and poured him a coffee, keeping my distance as I passed it over.

‘Do you want to piss?’ I asked. ‘Not at the moment,’ he replied.

‘Well I Do.’ And I did, having built up more pressure than was comfortable in the last few minutes. ‘O.K’, he said.

‘Not in the urinal,’ I said. ‘Whatever,’ was the reply. ‘Just keep it off me.’

That was enough. Leaning back against the back of the urinal I placed the clamps back on my tits and placing my hands behind my back started to let the pressure release. My cock was stuck upright in my shorts and the stream rushed up to the waistband before falling down and having soaked the shorts continued to flow down my legs and drip on my feet. I didn’t care. He might be straight but I intended to have a good time anyway. Having a straight guy watch was going to be a turn on. I noticed he didn’t take his eyes off.

I went to what I considered my end of the bench and emptied the rest of my bag. The clothing and towel I hung on a useful hook and placed the rest of the items on the bench. The remaining coffee, the two cans of beer and another bottle of poppers. Removing my T-shirt, or rather what was left of it, I took the remaining items and returned to my position, back to the urinals.

‘You’ve got a nice body,’ was an unexpected comment. ‘Thanks,’ I replied.

‘Do you enjoy what you’re doing?’

‘Yes.’ What else could I say? ‘Do you mind?’ I’d noticed one hand had crept down to his shorts and was definitely fondling something. Maybe there was hope yet.

‘No,’ he said. ‘Do what ever you want’. He might be straight but in his present mood was obviously excited by what he saw. Who was I to disappoint him? I’d never performed for a straight audience anyway.

I sat down with my arse in the trough and my back to the urinal wall. Then I made use of the items I’d brought over with me. First removing the clamps that were now making my tits numb I placed a leather strap around my ankles and pushed my legs out. Two more straps I placed round each wrist. The clip that would clip them together I decided to leave for now. The final leather item was a belt that I laid on the floor beside me.

Just then the urinal started to flush, I could feel it on the back of my head, down my shoulders and soaking my back. It was shockingly cold and quickly I resorted to the poppers again. When it had stopped I picked up the special flask and tool a small drink, then pouting some over my head.

‘What’s that?, he asked.

‘Piss,’ I replied.

‘Gross,’ was his comment. Even so I could see from the corner of my eye he had his cock out and was wanking it slowly.

‘Yes. Gross,’ said another voice, as to my horror one of the cubicle doors opened to display one, then two persons.

What had I done? I should have known better than to get carried away without checking out the whole building. How had I not heard them in there? What was going to happen?

Chapter Two [Usage]

As they came into the dim light my heart started to beat again. They were both black, my favourite colour. One I had met before, he was one of the few people I’d met willing to satisfy my hidden desires. Somewhere in his early thirties, almost my height but almost twice as broad. He was already striped and I could see the erect cock I remembered. Jet-black and what I called a nice standard size. Big enough to feel but not so large I’d have trouble with it.

His companion was much younger from what I could see, only just out of his teens I would have guessed. Much lighter in colour, about five foot ten inches and even slimmer than myself. He was also wearing denim shorts that he zipped up as the door they came out so I had no chance to see what was packed inside them. Quite interesting from the size of the bulge.

From what I remembered the older was based at an USAF base some twenty miles away and travelled the distance from time to time so he wouldn’t be recognised. I guessed the younger was a new arrival at the base he must have made contact with.

My straight audience had got up and was quickly packing his cock away when John, I suddenly remembered his name, said ‘Don’t go. Not if you fancy seeing us make use of this whitey here.’

That was enough for him. He sat back on the bench and started to fondle himself again. I put him out of my mind for the time and concentrated on the two black bodied now standing in front of me.

‘I thought we were out of luck, getting here so late,’ said John. Then I saw a bike coming down the lane and hoped it was you. We both fancy some proper fun and had just settled for each other. I had hoped to meet you tonight and introduce you mo my friend here.’

‘Why did you keep mum?’ I asked. ‘Just wanted to see how far you would go, especially when the lad over there on the bench came in. You must really be in the mood tonight.’

I saw no reason to answer, my reply being obvious.

‘Right,’ was his next comment. ‘You’re mind to make use off. Yes?’

I just nodded. ‘Then open your mouth. I need to piss,’ and without further ado he pushed his now half-hard cock in my mouth and let go a blast. He must have had his legs crossed, hiding in the lock-up, as once he started I thought he’d never finish. I swallowed what I could but most sprayed out over my chest and down on the floor, forming a large puddle I could feel round my still outstretched legs.

‘You know better than to waste it,’ he said, picking up the leather belt from the floor. You know the punishment.

I nodded and getting up started to lay face down in the puddle I recently been sitting in. ‘Wait,’ he said, fastening the clamps back on my tits. ‘Now assume the position.’

I lay down. I could feel the piss on my chest, but more, the dirt and slime that had to be the result of meetings earlier that evening. As I grunted when my tender and clamped tits met the floor and my face lay side on in the puddle he had another surprise for me. I felt two hands connect with my feet and before I could offer an objection slide my body forward so my chin rested on the lip of the trough with my head pressed against the tiled wall. My mouth and nose were above the trough and I was just glad at least the flush still worked well and there were no disinfectant blocks around.

There was some murmuring a leg kicked my legs apart. Then a naked body sat down on my back, legs kneeling either side of, and clamping me to the ground. I guessed the youngster was getting into the act and I still hadn’t seen him striped. A hand pushed round my face holding the welcome poppers and I took a deep double drag knowing what was to follow.

I was not to be disappointed. The belt started to fall across my buttocks. At first slowly and without too much force, then increasing, both in both frequency and strength.

‘Aren’t you going to beat his bare arse?’ said a voice from the bench. The straight lad was getting off on this whatever he thought earlier. I discovered later he been experimenting with the other bottle, even so, he wasn’t as straight as he’s thought.

In answer my legs were pushed together and my soaking shorts pulled down and off, leaving me in just a small leather pouch held on with a chain round my back and a couple more running up each buttock. My head was pulled up and the shorts rammed over my head before it was carefully placed back down.

I was breathing and sucking on God knows how many peoples piss, dirt and stale cum. As the belt started to fall again I felt a warm stream start on my shoulders, moving up to the shorts covering my hair and head. I closed my eyes and as it ran over my face I knew the youngster was also happy to indulge me.

The beating finally stopped and as the shorts were pulled off hands roughly turned me over. Now I was face up I could see what had previously been hidden, one way or another. He might only be in his late teens but the cock I could see hovering above me as he stood back in preparation for another piss was a monster. Somehow not out of proportion but huge. Even in its flaccid state it had to be eight inches and I’d never get one hand to meet round it. God Almighty! It could really damage me if not used carefully. I was too high to care but even so took note to make sure I was in control if he started to use it on me.

‘What else would you like to see?’ asked John, and I noticed he was talking to the straight guy who was now striped off also. He had his legs up pulled on the bench on either side and was wanking away quite openly. He had a look of lust about him, Oh Yes; he was enjoying what he saw. As he pulled away on his cock I could see his balls banging around and his little hole pucker and pout.

‘Do you want him on your cock? Asked John. ‘Or he could suck your balls. Or how about he cleans your arse for you?’

I thought he was going to fall of the bench as his hand went into overdrive. ‘He’d really lick my arse?’ ‘He’ll do what ever I say,’ was John’s reply. ‘Just don’t bring yourself off too soon and miss all the fun.’

‘Oh, I won’t cum for ages after the beer I had earlier. Make him do it.’ I needed no further urging and crawled over to him, making sure I kept my hands away, just pushing my nose and mouth to his arse. John made sure of that by folding my arms behind my back and fastening them off with the clip I’d left attached to one of the straps.

With the strap round my legs and now my arms fastened off I had difficulty keeping my balance until my nose made contact with his arse and helped to stabilise me. I stuck my tongue out and just licked the edge of his hole. I thought he was going into shock the way he reacted but all he said was ‘More! More!’

So I gave him more, pushing my tongue against the lips, pushing and probing until it broke through. Then I went to work on him. Licking, sucking, probing. Whenever I pushed deep he clenched tightly on my tongue, then relaxed so I could push in again. He might think he was straight but given time I could prove him wrong. In the back of my mind was the thought he might live locally and be prepared to make regular use of my body.

‘What happens if I shit?’ He asked. ‘Just do it,’ replied John. I intend to later anyway.’ ‘You mean shit on him?’ ‘Of course,’ John came back. ‘He’s here to be used and abused. Just for our enjoyment. If you want to make use of him as well that’s OK by us.’

It might be messy. I had a curry earlier.’ That’s OK John came back with. ‘The messier the better, just not in his mouth.’

This thought was enough to push him over the edge and he sucked my tongue deep into his arse whilst furiously wanking himself over my back. As I felt it splatter I thought to myself ‘He’ll be off now.’ But no. He lowered his legs back to the floor, in the process moving my face up to his cock. Without thought I took it into my mouth and started to clean it with my tongue. He sighed, relaxed, and took another snort of my poppers. ‘Now lets see what you can do with him while I recharge.’

Please note: Scat is not really my scene generally speaking, but somehow seems a logical extension of the use/abuse theme I like to work with. For those whom it offends there is an alternative final chapter. Click here to skip to to alternative ending – Chapter 4.

Chapter Three [Abusage]

John grabbed my wet hair and pulled me back to lie on the now wetter and filthy floor. Removing the straps from my legs and wrists he straddled my waist and crouched down. I knew what to expect as he strained and started pissing over my face and in my mouth again. Before he’d finished one, then two, three to four inch turds plopped out, landing on my stomach and sliding off onto the floor.

He stood up and finished pissing. ‘Go on then. Get hold of them,’ he said. ‘Then crush them to your body.’

I did as instructed, picking up one warm soft lump in each hand, crushing them and smearing them over my chest, stomach and thighs. I couldn’t get at my cock as I was still wearing the leather jock. I knew what he wanted and turned over, mashing the mess further under me. Sure enough, without much finesse he straddled me again, this time kneeling either side of my arse and after half a dozen slaps proceeded to plough into me with his now hardened cock. This was how he liked it. Me dirty, hard against the floor so that every time he rammed into me I slid in the mess, liberally coating my body. This was the first time he’d done so with someone watching and it drove him to greater lengths.

‘Come on,’ I heard him say, and after a moment the youngster crouched over my head and proceeded to emulate John.

I could feel him piss, this time up against John’s chest and as the cock was ploughed in and out of my arse it became lubed with the fresh warm piss. Then a serious of rapid plops on my neck, followed by a pair of hands collecting the result and spearing it over my back. This did surprise me, as I’d never known John prepared to handle it before. It had to be him though as a slim brown arse slid in front of my face, followed by a nice dangling ball sac and then the monster cock. Well maybe not such a monster, not now I’d been very nicely turned on. Even so, it was big enough to do me damage if I was not careful.

I thought he was going to raise my head in order to face fuck me, but no. He moved back, and pulling on my arms dragged me the foot or so required to place my face over the urinal. Just in time I cradled my arms in the trough to cushion my face. All the time John continued to plough my arse.

The knowledge my arms were resting in the trough where God knows how many people had pissed and possibly cum threw me over the edge. The aroma, the feel of my chest sliding around in the filth on the floor, John ploughing without respite. They could have done what they liked.

I suddenly felt empty as John pulled out without warning and rapidly wanked off over my back. ‘Who’s next?’ he asked, just as the flush started, soaking my head and shoulders.

‘Can I have him in the stall?’ the white lad asked.

Without waiting for instructions I got to my hands and knees and made my way to the nearest stall. There was no seat on the bowl, the floor was even filthier than the urinal and the flush had not worked for days by the look of the contents.

‘Get your head over the bog,’ the lad said. Having done so he proceeded to straddle me and crouched down over my head, forcing it partway into the bowl. ‘Someone fuck his arse.’ It clicked in my brain there were more than just the three of them to make use of me. I’d never been out quite this late before. In fact I was aware the dawn was starting to show. Obviously I’d missed out before by going home whilst it was still dark.

I didn’t have mush time to consider this as someone rammed a length between my cheeks, pulling my groin up to meet him and forcing my head further down the bowl. I felt the lad start pissing over my back and give a couple of grunts. ‘Here comes the vinderloo,’ he said, and sure enough it did.

A gush of warm sweet smelling shit poured over my shoulders and head, soaking my hair and running down my face. This nearly took me over the edge but the cock in my arse shot it’s load at the same time and I was semi-roughly pulled backwards by the legs until once again laying flat on the floor.

‘Turn over.’ I did so, only imagining the sight I must make. Covered in piss, cum, dirt and shit from head to foot. I dare not open my eyes and was only aware of several loads of cum and piss landing on my body. At the same time a booted foot was massaging my cock and balls trapped in the tight leather pouch. None too gently either.

I could feel it building up and reached down to wipe my hands over my body. With a cry I plunged my shit-covered fingers in my mouth as my back lurched of the floor and I shot time and time again in the pouch. I wasn’t even properly hard but it seemed I couldn’t stop whilst that foot was pressing my nuts.

Finally I slumped back to the floor only to hear John say, ‘OK then. Get some clothes on and we’ll go back to your place. We’ve both got the weekend off.’

I couldn’t take a weekend of this. Could I? I knew John wouldn’t let me wash and would probably bring me back here the following night. What about his young friend? Then worse. I heard him ask the white guy if he wanted to join them with an answer in the affirmative.

One thing was for sure. This was going to be a weekend to remember and it would seem we’d converted a local lad as a bonus.

The next couple of days I was obviously going to enjoy.

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Note: This is an alternative ending to After Work – without scat.

Chapter Four [Satisfaction]

John grabbed my wet hair and pulled me back to lie on the now wetter and filthy floor. Removing the straps from my legs and wrists he straddled my waist and crouched down. I knew what to expect as he strained and started pissing over my face. Then he turned me over and used his boot to force me down, flat, on the floor. I heard voices and then hands grabbed my feet, pushing me over toward the urinal. Guessing what was about to happen I had just enough time to fold my arms in front of my face as they fell into the trough, my face on the lip.

I heard John say something and almost at once a body astride my arse and a throbbing cock pushing at the exposed hole. So his friend was getting into the act I thought. A cock slowly and gently pushed its way home. This was going to be nice I thought. I was mistaken.

When I thought he was fully inserted I felt hands prise my arse apart and I swear he inserted another inch or more. This I could really feel. The as he leant over my arms and head he whispered in my ear, ‘Are you ready for this black cock then white boy?’

I couldn’t answer, not with my face pushed into the floor. I doubt if it would have made any difference anyway as he stared to plough my arse as if there was no tomorrow, he may not have been very large in the width department but he sure was long and stiff and knew just where to aim his cock to obtain the best effect. For himself at any rate.

While this was going on I heard another voice, ‘I need to take a piss,’ and someone answer, ‘Go on then.’ Not much hesitation before I felt more than one warm stream over my back and head. Then obviously responding to direction, down to the cock plunging my arse so his grunts were accompanied by a slurp, slurp as he fucked the fresh piss into my open hole.

All too soon I felt his cock swell and the warm stream of his spunk shoot inside me. He shot and shot, finally collapsing over my body. He reached out and pulled my arms out from in front of my face, pushing them out so my hands fell into the urinal on each side and my face was right over the trough, about an inch away from the swirling liquid that was, as usual, slow to drain.

‘Right then,’ I heard John ask as his friend pulled off, ‘Anyone else fancy fucking the hole?’ There were a series of assents and it seemed I spent the next quarter of an hour or so being regularly fucked, pissed over or having my arse beaten. John told me later it was more like an hour which just goes to show how time flies when you’re having fun.

I never knew there were so many people around who would like to make use of my body. Obviously I had been returning home far too early. I could just make out that it was starting to lighten up outside.

‘Turn over,’ I heard John say, and doing so I caught a quick sight of my body covered in piss, cum and dirt. My head was now over, slightly down into, the urinal. I could feel my hair and the back of my head awash with the contents. My arms I placed to cushion my head in the trough. A booted foot nudged my legs apart.

Then John’s naked black body knelt between my legs. I knew what he wanted and pulled my legs up and back, raising my arse off the floor. He liked to see my face when he got his rocks off, especially the pain in my eyes.

Sure enough. Without warning he plunged his thick, eight-inch cock straight up my arse. If my head had not already been in the trough it would have been now. After a few thrusts to get himself comfortable and right home he eased off and sat back slightly.

‘Anyone got any piss left?’ he asked. ‘Right then, over his face,’ and to me, ‘Close your eyes.’

His hands reached out to nip at my tits forcing me to open my mouth to receive the occasional streams that were, surprisingly, still on offer. As I was forced to swallow, and continue doing so, he really started to make use of my arse. In and out, in and out. It wasn’t a cock, it was a piston he had attached to his body. Each thrust crushed my balls but even so I was sporting a massive hard on. I wanted to cum but dare not move my hands from behind my head.

Then I felt him. More than any other person that night. His cock seemed to swell till I thought I would split. Then without slacking sped he started to shoot. I don’t know how many time he shot, only that I could feel fire up further than anyone else, maybe into my stomach I thought.

Finally he slowed down and after another attack on my tits sank back on the floor, with me still impaled on his cock. He waited a moment to catch his breath and then I felt his cock flex again slightly, followed by a hot stream shooting up to follow his cum.

‘Hold that in you,’ he said. Then throwing me my dirty soaking shorts, ‘Put those on and stand up.’ After a few words one of the others went out, quickly returning and saying something to John. ‘Now outside.’

It was getting quite light. Must be about five in the morning, I thought. I couldn’t go outside just dressed in a pair of wet running shorts. My body must look a state. There were I could now see there were still another half dozen others standing around apart from what I considered my three.

A couple of not too gentle belts with the strap John was carrying soon told me not to hang around, so I slowly walked outside, clenching my buttocks so as to obey his command.

As I’d thought it was quite light outside the cottage and in the distance I could hear vehicles moving on the main road. At first I thought we were the only ones around but as John encouraged me to walk toward the footbridge over the nearby stream I could see some people in the distance, walking toward it. Probably early workers I thought, or possibly on their way home from a night shift.

He made me stand by the railings, facing out. As I began to hear the footsteps come closer and could make out some muffled conversations, he started to apply the belt to my soaking arse. I gripped the netting tighter but even so could not help but release the tension I was holding with my arse. This had the required result with an obvious stream of mixed piss and cum tricking out and through my shorts, continuing down my filthy legs.

I heard some exclamations, no doubt both at the sight of my body and of John welding the strap at my arse. There followed some conversation I couldn’t follow, then hands on my shoulder, turning me round. There were four of them, all white, ages I would guess from teens to forty.

‘Right,’ said John. ‘There are some straight cocks here that need attention. I’ve told them your arse is too filthy but they are quite happy to use your mouth. Get down on your knees.’

I have to admit there can be quite a difference between gay cock and straight cock. Luckily only two of them were prepared to try my mouth, even so they had no finesse, just forcing both cocks in at the same time and proceeding to rape my face without pause. I think one or both of the others had a wank, having been turned on by what they saw. At any rate I felt my body being splattered several times during the process.

Luckily the cocks in my mouth must have been fully primed as I was starting to think I would choke, if my mouth wasn’t split first, when one and then the second started firing. I couldn’t swallow fast enough and a fair portion of the cream ran out of my mouth and down my face.

‘OK! That will do for now,’ handing me my shell suit. ‘We’re taking him off for a private session now. Anyone fancy a repeat we should have him here again next week.’

John must have re-arranged his shifts to be able to plan for that. He knew what mine were well enough. He was taking things a bit for granted ‘though about next week. Well maybe not. He knew my likes quite well, but what did he mean about a private session. I suppose we were all going back to mine but how many was ‘we’ and would I ever have a chance for a bath and sleep. I reckoned I could just stand a little more fun first though!

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I was taken 4 years ago, when I was 35 years old, I remember it well. As a crossdresser, I went to this one store to buy my outfits. The saleslady, Rena and I often chatted. One day she told me to drop by a little before closing,cause she had something special for me. I was told to wear my white hose and silver highheeled sandals. I told her ‘If I get a chance, i will’. ‘If you come, I’ll give you a surprise’ she said.

I knew that I asked Rena if I could kiss her feet and though this might be what she meant. I drove to the store as directed by Rena. I wore a simple dress, white pantyhose and my silver sandals. Rena smiled as I walked in. She walked from behind the counter and I could see her sexy strappy sandals.

‘Take this dress and go to the back room and put it on’ said Rena. I took the dress and went to the back. It was a silver Lame’ dress with sexy spaghetti straps.

I took off my dress and put the silver one on. Even though I had a slip on, I could feel the softness of the lame’. It felt wonderful. Rena started turning off the lights and I heard her tell someone, ‘About 10 minutes’.

Rena and I left the store by the back entrance and walked to her van. It was quite dark and there were no lights on in the back lot. ‘Wait here, I forgot something in the store, be right back’ she said. I watched her as she disappeared into the store. I did not hear the van door open but I did feel the hand that grabbed me by the neck.

I then felt something cold against my neck it was metal. ‘I have a gun at your head, If you want to live, then get in the van and lie face down, Scream or you are dead’ the man said in my ear.

Out of fear I went to the van and layed down. ‘Put your hands behind you’ said the man. I put my hands behind me and they were handcuffed, as were my ankles.

‘Open your mouth but do not talk’ said the man. I was shaking now but managed to open my mouth, and a gag was put in and tied behind me. A Third pair of hand cuffs chained my wrists to my feet, and a hood placed over my head.

The man drove for hours and then we stopped. I heard the door open and he got out. Then the side door opened and he started to unlock my cuffed feet. ‘Don’t move’ he commanded. Next I felt something else on my feet and heard a clicking noise. ‘You should be able to walk in those’ he said, as he lifted me out of the van. ‘Come with me girlie’ he said as he walked me somewhere. My heels clicked on the pavement and my shackles clinked as I walked blindly with him.

I heard him open a door then lock it behind us.

We went down a flight of stairs to a darkened room. The man pushed me to my knees. The man then spoke ‘You like to dress up in girlie clothes….Well, you are now my girlie sub slave.’ ‘You will call me Master and you will obey my commands or you will be punished and beaten’ If you continue to disobey me, you will die a painful death. ‘There is no escape from here, and nobody even knows that you are here.’ ‘Do you understand me?’ I nodded my head in understanding. ‘Your mouth and your ass are now mine to use as I feel fit.’

You will not wear panties or any other pantyhose except for what I buy you’ ‘You will say the words Yes Master I hear your commands and I obey them’

when ever I give you a command, do you understand me’ I nodded that I understood.

The man spoke ‘ You are now whats called a sub-slave, A sub-slave is lower than a slave. You have to earn the right to be called Slave, and you and only you will make the choice to stay a sub-slave to become a pure slave. As a sub-slave you’ll be punished more and fed less than a slave, do you understand’

I nodded my head in understanding.

The man now took off my hood and took the gag out of my mouth. Pull down your pantyhose and panties said the man. ‘Yes Master I hear your commands and I obey them’ I replied as I slipped my pantyhose down my legs and pulled my panties down. ‘I will unlock your shackles and your arms so you can take them off’ said Master, as he unlocked my feet restraints, and my wrist restraints from behind me but quickly locked my arms in front of me.

After removing my left sandal, I slipped the pantyhose off my leg and pulled my pantie off. ‘Put your pantyhose back on your leg and then put this collar on slave’ the master commanded.

After pulling my pantyhose up and putting my high heeled sandal back on, I took the collar a heavy metal one and put it on my neck. ‘You disobeyed me, and did not speak your words of submission’ the master said, ‘For that you will be punished’ ‘Bend over and look down’ shouted the Master’ ‘Yes Master, I hear your commands and I obey them’ I replied as I bent down and looked at the ground. ‘Pull down your pantyhose to your knees’, said the man. I spoke the words of submission and then pulled my white pantyhose down to expose my ass to him.

I felt something being inserted in my ass, a cool liquid. Then the Master handed me a belt with a penis in it, ‘Put this on with the dildo in your pussy’ said the master. ‘Yes Master I hear your commands and I obey them’ I took the chastity belt from his hands, and inserted the dildo into my pussy ass and strapped the belt onto my waist. My master then took a lock and locked it on me. ‘Put your pantyhose back on’ replied master. I spoke the words and put my pantyhose on.

Next I was commanded to put on my shackles which I did after saying the words my master commanded me to say. Next he led me to another room and told me to take off my dress and raise my slip over my head after my hands were uncuffed, and I was then chained to a post and gagged.

‘You are being punished for disobeying my commands’ said the

master as he started to flog my back with a whip. I screamed in terror, once, twice, three times. the gag kept me quiet as my master whipped me. I was whipped 7 more times until he stopped. ‘You are not done yet girlie….I gave you an enema before, and your chastity plug will keep you until I am ready to release you’. ‘Now put your slip back on’ he commanded as he unlocked my hands from the whipping post, and locked them behind my back after I had done so.

‘Now don’t you dare relieve yourself in your pantyhose or so help me, you’ll eat all that you shit out’, the master said as he closed the door.

I was in pain for hours, my back was in agony and my bowels were screaming, but I could not go. I heard footsteps and the door opened and the Master walked in.

He unlocked me from the post and locked my hands in front of me. ‘The toilet is in there’ he spoke as he unlocked my chastity belt. ‘Use it and clean up, When you are done, come here, pull your pantyhose down to you knees and bend over, you will submit your pussyass to me ‘. I spoke the words of submission and walked to the toilet.

I was finally relieved to use to toilet and after cleaning up. I glanced at the room I was in, there was only one door and a small window that I could not fit through.

He was right, there was no escape and I resigned myself to submitting to him.

I was wearing my slip and pantyhose only as I walked back into the main room, where the man was waiting.

‘Good, put your dress on and pull down your pantyhose’ I spoke the words of submission as I slipped into my dress and pulled down my pantyhose. I got on my knees before him and faced downward. ‘Put your arms behind you’ said the master.

I did as he told me and spoke the words’ My wrists were chained. ‘Now pull up your dress and spread your ass wide for me’ the master said.

‘This will be known as position one, from now one’ said Master.

‘Now will you submit to your master ‘ he

shouted. ‘Yes my master, I hear your commands and I obey them’ I felt his cock enter me, slowly at first and I moaned at his touch. ‘silence slave he said’ as he took the a gag with a rubber penis on it and put it in my mouth

I was now gagged as he penetrated my ass further. In and out my master used his manhood on me. I felt my own cock get big and hard. Finally my master cummed and I felt the hot cum shoot up my ass. My master withdrew and noticed my hard cock.

‘So you like that girlie,,,well you’ll be getting it for a long long time’

Day 2

I woke very late the next day and thought it was just a bad dream

but when I could not move my hands and my mouth was gagged, did I

realize it was not a dream at all. I was on my knees, with my legs

shackled around a wooden beam. My hands were chained behind me. I

was still wearing my white pantyhose and my silver heeled sandals.

My welts on my back from the whipping were extremely sore as was

my asshole and I could see a black belt around my waist and could

feel a dildo in my pussyass.

Since my legs and hands were chained I could not move. I tried to

stand up, but could not, something was holding me down.

I don’t know

how long I was in that position, until I heard the door open, and I saw the man walk in. The man who kidnapped me, the man who beat me, the man who whipped me, the man who entered me and raped me, the man who said he owned me and called me slave, the man who was my master.

‘Ah, my little girlie sub-slave is awake’ said the master. All I could do was to nod my head and lower it in submission. I noticed the master was carrying a box and white pantyhose, they were for me I surmised as I remembered what he had said hours earlier.

‘These are your new tights’ said the master and he showed them to me.

They were crotchless.

‘Although you are not ready to wear them, you will

notice that they will allow me instant access to your pussyhole at all times’, said the master.

The master then opened the box he was carrying. In it were another

pair of high heeled sandals, also in metalic silver, but the heels were much higher than the ones I was wearing. Those looked like 6 inch heels with a strap that wound up the leg. ‘say hello to your new shoes’ said the master ‘you’ll be wearing these next week, along with your new

dress and restraints that I orderred.

‘In the meantime, lets have some fun,’ he said as he walked behind me and unchained my legirons from the wooden beam. Next my arms were removed from the beam, but my hands were still chained behind me. I was still gagged and still wore the chastity belt.

‘Stand up but don’t look at me’ replied the master. I stood up on

my heels and lowered my head in submission. ‘walk to the far end of the room and stand near the table’. I started walking and I could hear my shackles dancing on the cement floor. In front of the table was another wooden beam, several inches thick. At the base of the beam was another chain that was wrapped around it, and an open Master Lock was on it’s end.

How appropriate I thought.

The master walked behind me and I could feel him loosening the hancuffs around my wrist. When they were loose, he told me ‘Chain your legirons to the post’ The handcuff dangled on one of my wrists as I kneeled down and closed the lock on my legirons. ‘Now stand up, and take off your dress and slip’ I stood up and started to remove my dress, and then the slip.

‘Now put them into the drawer on the table and pull down your pantyhose to your knees and sit down over that bucket on the floor and pee into it like a good girlie’ I did as my master instructed.

The master than opened another drawer and took out a strange looking corset with holes in the front and sides. He slipped the corset around my waist, over my chastity belt and tied the straps together. This new belt not only covered my waist, but it came up to my breast as well. My hands were cuffed behind me as my master pulled on the straps and tightened the belt. I felt the air being pulled out of me as the belt tightened and squeezed my waist. Tighter and tighter the master pulled on the straps, I felt like I was going to be squeezed to death. Next the master tied the straps together and slipped another Master lock into the holes so I could not loosen them.

My hands were uncuffed as the master spoke ‘Pull up your pantyhose, and put your slip and dress on’ I did as the master commanded. Next he loosened my gag and allowed me to drink some water and eat some food.

Afterwards I was gagged again and my hands were tied with a new restraint, one made of leather which had a collar on it. The collar was tied to my neck and locked on. A leather strap went down the back to which my hands were tied and locked into. Finally the handcuffs were locked into place.

The master unchained me from the table and I was taken back to the beam, where I was chained again and spent the next 4 hours chained and on my knees.

I was sore and in pain. My ass still had the dildo in it, the corsett was squeezing the life out of me, I had to pee and my hands and feet were shackled behind me to a wooden support beam. Master came in and said, ‘Ah i see you’re here,my girlie slave’ . Like I was going anywhere I thought to myself.

I heard the restraints being unlocked and my hands were then

cuffed in front of me. Master untightened the corset

removed my chastity belt and commanded me to sit on the bucket to relieve myself.

I did as my master commanded me.

Master then removed my penis gag.

Master commanded me to remove my dress and slip, which I did and I placed them into the drawer of the desk. ‘Move over to the other side of the room and stand next to the wooden pole in the floor’ spoke master. I obeyed the commands of my master and walked to the pole and stood before it. The pole had 2 pairs of handcuffs on it, a set on top, 2nd on bottom and a chain at the top. ‘This is your punishment stand…when I command you to assume the punishment position, you will put your penis gag into your mouth and lock the strap tight around your head, you will kneel down and lock your legs into the cuffs with the lock side up and then stand and fasten your neck and hands in the cuffs at the top, also with the locks facing front’ ‘Do you understand me’ replied the master.

‘Yes master, i hear your commands and I will obey them’ I said… ‘Good, then assume your punishment position’ said master. I spoke the words of submission as I took the gag out of his hand and walked closer to the punishment pole.

I put the gag on and tightened the strap. Then I knealt down on one knee and took the first shackle into my hands, twisted it so the lock would face up and locked it around my right ankle. The silver shackles matched the color of the legirons I was wearing and also my silver sandals. Next I put on the other shackle on my left ankle. Next I stood up and adjusted my stance. Next I attached the chain to my slave collar and lastly clicked the handcuffs over my wrists, one by one. I was now firmly attached to my punishment stand. Master came over and loosened the corset and my chastity belt and removed them. He then took the whip out of the drawer and started to flog me. Each time the whip struck me, I cried out but the gag silenced me. Five strokes became 10 strokes and then 15 strokes upon my back. I screamed in agony and was crying. Next I felt master pull down my pantyhose and he entered my pussyass with his cock. After what seemed like an hour, my master climaxed and I felt him shoot a hot load of cum into my ass.

I was then unchained from my punishment stand and taken back to the first table and allowed to put my slip and dress back on. ‘Get on the table and lay down on your stomach’ said the master. I obeyed my master and layed down on the table. Next my hands were tied behind me with the new strap and my handcuffs were attached. Next another pair of cuffs were attached to my hands and feet and I was hogtied and spent the night there.

I had a very uncomfortable night lying on the table hogtied. My back was in agony from the whipping I had received and my pussyass hurt after my master used me.

I heard the door being unlocked and could hear the master enter the room.

‘Did you sleep well, my sub slave?’ he asked. But since I was still gagged I could not respond.

Master unchained my legs and chained my wrists in front of me. He removed the corset, chastity belt and gag. He commanded me to remove my dress, slip and to lower my pantyhose to my knees. Then he commanded me to squat on the bucket to relieve myself.

I did as my master commanded and spoke the words of submission.

Next master put on my chastity belt with dildo and my corset and tightened the straps even more than before and locked it on. After having my hands uncuffed.

I was commanded to put on my dress, slip and pulled my pantyhose up.

Master then gave me food to eat and some water to drink. Then he gave me my new pair of high heeled silver sandals, they had 6 inch heels and had a strap that was tied halfway up the leg. I was commanded to kiss my sandals befor putting them on and was instructed to do the same with my new pantyhose.I spoke the words of submission as I took the sandals from my master and kissed each one of them and placed them on my feet, one at a time, and tied the straps to my legs. Next came the little shoe restraints, that sliped under the heel of the shoe and around the top of it. A little master lock was then fastened to the top of the restraint.

the shoe restraints prevented me from removing my lovely high heels.

Master

handed me some leather leg cuffs that I also put on and locked them on my legs after speaking the words of submission to my master. I then

put my legirons back on my ankles and handed my master the key.

Next he handed me a new collar, It was bulkier than the one I was wearing and It had the words ‘SUB-SLAVE’ printed on it. He commanded me to take mine off, and put it around my neck and to lock the collar on with a small master lock.

I spoke the words of submission and put the collar on. This one was extremely tight, but not enough to prevent me from breathing, and it had 2 wires protruding from it.

I clicked the lock onto the collar securing myself to his ownership.

Afterwards he chained my wrists behind my back and led me outside for the first time since I was taken.

My shackles clinked

on the floor as he led me up the stairs. After opening the

door, I could see daylight. It was cloudy outside as Master led me into the yard.

I could see the van that brought me here parked outside. There was a large fence that was about 10 feet high and it went completely around the place.

Outside it were trees as far as I could see. Master walked me over to the fence and I could see it was a wire fence, designed to keep animals and people out.

It would be very difficult to climb the fence while wearing high heels, even worse with shackles on. Master commanded me stand near the fence, and I obeyed him.

Beyond that fence was a clearing, about 50 feet wide, and a smaller fence in front of it. Master opened one of the gates in the fence and he led me outside.

In his hands he had some kind of box, like a tv remote, but it only had one button on it. Master walked 10 feet away and then pressed the button on the remote. Instant pain shot at me from the collar on my neck.

My hands

were tied behind me and all I could do was fall on the ground in agony.

Master pushed the button and the pain stopped, he spoke ‘you are in an electrified area that stretches over 200 feet, beyond that are dogs and bears that will rip you to shreds…’

‘You are my sub-slave, you will obey me and serve me.’ ‘I will love you back and treat you like the woman you deserve to be. I will buy you expensive clothing, shoes, and jewelry… but you will be punished if

you disobey me’ ‘otherwise you will die, right now!’ ‘I am giving you a choice, If you wish to be my sub-slave and live, then kneel before me and put on your new slave collar and lock it on, otherwise prepare to die’ Master than unchained my hands.

I bowed down before my master and took the new slave collar from him. With trembling hands, I fastened it around my neck, over the electric collar, tightened it and locked the collar on. I spoke ‘Master I wish to serve you as your sub-slave’

The Master spoke ‘I am pleased my sub-slave, that you will serve me’..with that, he led me to the van.

He commanded me to get inside and sit in the back, Master then

locked my wrists behind me and attached them with a short piece of chain to my shackles. My corsett and dildo were then removed.

I was then blindfolded and Master drove the van for about a half our. After we stopped, the van door was opened and my wrists were unchained from behind me, but chained in front of me after a second or two. The connecting chain to my shackles was taken off as was my blindfold. I was led out of the van. We were parked in front of an old wooden shack that said ‘Tattoo’s’. Master then spoke ‘sub-Slave, you’re to go into the building and tell the man that you want the words ‘Slave’ in three inch letters tattooed to your left butt cheek, and in smaller one inch letters the words ‘Bare back only’ underneath it….you will pay him how he sees fit’. ‘Yes Master I hear your commands and I obey them’ I said and I walked to the door of the tattoo shack. I rang the bell and walked into the store. I could see 2 men in the store, and both of them looked up at me. I told the man what my Master had commanded me to do and they smiled. I was led into the back room, and told to lie down.

I pulled my dress up and my pantyhose down to allow the artist

to do his work.

The needle hurt as the words SLAVE were tattooed into me. After he was finished I was told to kneel on the floor as I was to pay for his services. I felt his stiff cock enter me as one of the other men pulled down his pants and stuck his cock in my face. ‘Eat this Bitch’ he said as he put his cock in my mouth.

I had two cocks in me, one in my ass and the other in my mouth. Suddenly I felt both cocks begin to cum, the one in my mouth shot what seemed like a gallon of cum deep into my throat as I rode out the other cock that was pounding my ass.

I layed on the floor for a few minutes after being fucked, until Master came and got me. Master then took me home, and plugged the wires from my slave collar into a wall socket to charge the batteries.

After being taken home,I was allowed to rest for a few hours, then

Master introduced me to my punishment shackles. Unlike my regular shackles, which were larger and allowed me to walk in them, the punishment shackles were a pair of handcuffs that were attached to my ankles. I could not walk in my punishment shackles. I was to use wear punishment shackles when I was to assume my position at the flogging post. I spent the night in my punishment shackles with my hands chained behind me, after Master put my corset and chastity belt on me. Master then kissed me on the lips and said he was proud of me, afterwards I was gagged with my penis gag.

In the morning Master unchained my legs and chained my wrists in front of me.

He removed the corset, gag and the chastity belt. He commanded me to remove my dress, slip and to lower my pantyhose to my knees. Then he commanded me to squat on the bucket to relieve myself. I did as my master commanded and spoke the words of submission. Next master put on my chastity belt with dildo and my corset and tightened the straps even more than before and locked it on. Next I put on my dress, slip and pulled my pantyhose up, and put my shackles on my legs.

Master then gave me food to eat and some water to drink.

Next I was taken to

another part of the basement, where behind a locked door was a ring set in the cement floor. A hole was in the floor, and a window at the top, to allow some sun light in, but you could not see into the room because it was mirrored.

Master then commanded me to sit on the floor. This was to be my cell for some additional slave training. My slave collar was attached to the ring with a chain and it too was locked with a Master lock. A jug of water was on the floor and master said that I could relieve myself by using the hole in the floor. My master then removed my chastity belt and commanded me to kneel down, pull my dress and slip up, my pantyhose down and to submit to him. I obey the Masters commands and kneeled down and felt the masters cock enter my ass.

I rode my Masters cock for what seemed like an hour before he climaxed and I felt his cock surge forward, shooting his love for me up my ass. After we finished Master chained me to the collar and left me for an hour.

When Master returned, he said he had something special for me but I would need to have my bowels cleaned out and afterwards wear only the special pantyhose that he orderred for me. Master also said that I was to be

whipped, not for any type of punishment, but for enjoyment instead. He asked me if I would like to be whipped? ‘Yes Master, I hear your commands and I obey them I replied.

I was then led out of the cellar, upstairs and outside to a barn that was also on the property. I was commanded to remove my dress and slip, but not my pantyhose. I spoke the words of submission as Master unlocked my wrist restraints and I took off my clothes. I quickly assumed my punishment position at the post and locked in leg restraints and my wrist restraints to the chains hanging there. Master then gave me 3 cans of beer to drink and when I was done he removed my corset and dildo. The master then whipped me 10 times and gave me an enema. I was then commanded to relieve myself in my pantyhose. I was then gagged with my penis gag.

I remember peeing first, and feeling the warm liquid run down my legs and feeling it on my feet. Before long, the front of my pantyhose was soaked with yellow liquid and then my bowels relieved themselves and I felt the warm turds fill my pantyhose and drip down my legs.

I spent the night chained to the post, gagged and standing in my wet and soiled pantyhose and waiting for my master.

Master returned in the morning, by that time my feet were sore from standing in my heels for hours, my back was in agony from the whipping and my pantyhose were soaked with my own piss and shit. Master hosed me off, and I removed the pantyhose after he took my shackles off, I cleaned myself up and kneeled before my master.

Master gave me my new pantyhose to wear, they were crotchless and would allow master easy access to my pussyass. I kissed the pantyhose as I was commanded earlier and put them on. Next came the shoes, which I had also kissed. The shoe and ankle restraints and my leg irons were then put on one at a time, followed by my dress and slip, afterwards I locked my wrists into the restraint behind me.

Master then told me he had a surprise for me. During the night he had visited a website for slaves and masters and registered me as his slave. I was then assigned by them a number which I would wear for my master. Master showed me the number. It was nine numbers, comprising of 3 pairs of 3 digits. I would forever wear these numbers by having them branded into my skin on my butt Master handed me a piece of paper with the numbers on it and also a box of metal numbers and a metal branding iron. It was my choice, to assemble the brand and become a pure slave, or stay a sub-slave.

I was then led outside, to the back next to a fire pit.

In the pit was a pile of wood, next to it was a cage, with restraints in it. a set for my feet, hands, and a chain for my neck.

Master then handed me another piece of paper. it had words on it that I was to say to my master. ‘sub-slave, if you wish to become my slave, then follow the instructions on the paper.

I knew that this was going to hurt, but I knew I had no choice. I took the paper out of my masters hand ‘Yes Master i hear your commands and I obey them’ I responded.

I looked at the numbers that were to be mine and I dumped the numbers out of the box and put them into the brand so they would be correct. Next i read the paper and did the following. I used a lighter to light the paper shavings in the firepit and made sure the larger sticks caught fire.

When the fire was going, i put the brand into the flame with the handle next to the cage. I then crawled into it and locked my right ankle into the restraint followed by my left ankle. I then took the chain and attached it to my slave collar. My penis gag was placed on the bottom, next to the hand restraints.

I then read the words on the paper ‘Master, i submit myself to become your slave by receiving of my own choosing, your brand. I will obey your commands without question and will serve you as your slave to the day i no longer live.

I put the paper down, grabbed my penis gag, and put it into my mouth, tightened the strap and locked it on.

I glanced at the brand it was red. I took my left hand and locked it into the cuff in the cage. I took the handle of the brand in my right hand and gave it to my Master.

I raised my slip and dress over my butt to protect them from being burned.

Next I locked my right hand into the cuff in the cage.

I was not wearing any panties and master had full access to my pussyass and my butt cheeks. He shut the metal door of the cage and put a master lock on it.

The Master then attached a short chain to my slave collar and held on to it. He then grabbed the handle of the brand and positioned a few inches from my buttcheek.

I could feel the heat from that distance.

And with a single stroke of Masters hand, the brand, was pressed against my butt cheek. I screamed in agony. But the gag kept me silent. The brand was held against me for a few seconds, afterwich I passed out..

I woke up a short time later. Master had put a bag of Ice on my butt to cool off my branded flesh. Then he held a mirror to me so that I could see his number on me.

The left side of my butt showed the words Slave, bare back only and the right side showed my slave number. I was truly Masters slave and property now, and as a slave, I had no rights and I had to obey all of my Masters commands.

I was released from the cage the next day, given a new pair of $400 sandals and a new slip and dress. When Master spoke, I heard him say ‘assume position one’ I kneeled before him, raised my dress and slip, my white suspender hose didn’t have to be removed and I was fucked by my master. My ass was fucked and fucked and fucked, and I enjoyed it.

I felt so feminine and so happy to be Masters slave.

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The Nephillim

Prologue

I lay thrashing about in the bottom of the bath tub, nude, and half wrapped in a tangle of shower curtain. I slipped, and my 7 foot 2 inch frame made more noise than I thought possible as I grappled for anything to keep my balance. I failed and took the shower curtain with me. The spray of water seemed to suddenly change direction as though the shower head had taken on a life of its own, adding to the chaos.

‘Hey Mallik, you okay?’ Darryl’s muffled words came through the door.

I heard a click from the bathroom door knob and struggled to cover myself. ‘Don’t come in. I’m fine!’

Time moved slowly as my head spun toward the door. It was that endless moment of horror you feel as your car careens from the road and carries you to your death.

Darryl pushed the door open and rushed over to the fixtures to shut off the torrent of water blasting me and much of the bathroom floor. ‘Hey! You okay?’

His deep brown eyes traveled the length of my pale wraith-like body to my waist. I watched his caring and friendly face twist into an expression of complete disgust. ‘What the hell are you?!’

Hot tears slid down my cheeks as my eyes blazed white light. ‘Get out!’ I sat upright and pulled my knees to my chest.

‘What the Fuck!’ Darryl backed away slowly as if he had just stumbled upon a ravenous animal eyeing him as its next meal.

His back hit the wall and he let out a yelp. He turned and ran out of the bathroom. I heard his feet pound through the small hotel room and then the jiggle of metal as he fumbled with the lock. I clambered out of the tub and watched as he flung the door open and fled into the cold and lonely night.

I loved him, had killed for him, and now he ran from me, in fear for his life. I rose and pulled a towel from the rusting shelf on the wall and wrapped it around my waist. We aren’t the kind of night creatures that call the police, so I didn’t fear unexpected company. I made my way across the room and closed the door, shutting out the cold and noise of traffic. At least tonight I would have a warm dry place to rest, even if Darryl didn’t lie beside me. My fears and hopes combined with the thoughts that he might return.

 

Chapter 1

Welcome To the Night Life

‘Hey baby, need a date?’ I left the safety of my home and entered this dark world four years ago.

There is harm that accompanies these words. We night folk are a fragile breed though you might not suspect it. Each transgression strips away another piece of who we once were and thickens the wall around our desolate hearts.

I’ve given so much of myself to those I serve that my soul has withered away into nothingness. I see the furtive glances of those more pristine than I. They turn their heads in disgust and race down the highway beneath the wash of street lights.

Before they turn away, I also see their need. If it were a different day, or another time with different circumstances, I know they’d stop and pay for my company. Maybe tomorrow There is always tomorrow for my kind I guess. I am Nephillim.

My height has always been a novelty. I’m 7 feet tall, a result of the coupling between my Grigori father and human mother. Of course she didn’t survive my birth. They never do, or so I’ve been told.

When I walk under the street lights and linger in the corners of forgotten doorways, I slouch in hopes I might appear shorter than I really am. I simply wait for the next one who wants the latest taste of my novelty. It’s a tough world out there as a hustler. It’s a cold, wet damp universe we live in. We sell sex for money and have bills to pay the same as anyone. We’re not allowed to love, and the frequency of nameless strangers puts a strain on a true heart’s notion.

I found him some time ago. Regret pulses through my heart even now. I became his tour guide in this new world and he seemed only too happy for the company. Darryl crouched in the shadows as cars pulled to the curb to purchase our time.

‘You’re new here aren’t you?’ I let my eyes drift along his body. He was frail and hungry, and had obviously spent too many days without a meal.

‘I’m Darryl.’ His fragile voice wavered as he spoke. I could barely make out his features as he rested in the shadows of a doorway in the alley.

‘You won’t make much money sitting in the dark. You’ve got to show them what’s for sale.’ I saw shimmers of light dance across his tears as they rolled down his cheeks.

‘There are worse things you know.’ I didn’t believe my words, but hoped they might some how comfort him.

‘How about you and I go find something to eat?’ I ignored the car horn that begged my attention and slipped into the shadows of the alley.

The fall of thick mists did little to help me see him. It had been drizzling for what seemed like weeks; though I knew it had only been a couple of days. The damp in the summer air crept through my clothes and chilled my bones. Stepping closer I could finally see his face as he looked up at me. He stumbled backward against the doorway when he saw me approach. It was a pitiful sight, as he curled into a ball and covered his head with his arms.

‘Hey Relax Darryl. I’m not going to hurt you; my name’s Mallik. So how about that meal?’ He flinched as I crouched beside him and the crunch of gravel beneath my feat echoed along the abandoned alleyway. Eventually he peeked out from beneath the tangle of arms shielding his head.

‘I have no money.’ Sobs shook his chest as he spluttered out the words.

‘I didn’t ask if you had money. I asked if you wanted a meal. No strings okay?’ Life had beaten him into a place we night folk know all too well.

I was tempted to reach out to him but, considering his reaction moments ago, I thought better of it. He seemed like a puppy that had been kicked too many times and left for dead. The scrapes and bruises on his arms and face were fresh and I wondered if he had been robbed or had encountered one of our more ‘aggressive’ patrons. He was new to this area. That much I knew instantly, because I didn’t recognize him.

I didn’t hear the pad of feet against pavement until it was too late.

‘Okay fags give me your money and I’ll let you live.’ I turned my head and saw a young man well past his prime holding a knife.

He glanced around like a caged animal trying to find some path of escape. He was one of the local street urchins that spent every penny they acquired on drugs or alcohol. The smell of long since dried urine assaulted my senses. It was as though, even with all the layers of clothing he wore, somehow the filth had permeated his body and tainted his flesh.

I rose to my feet cautiously and watched his head tilt backwards and as I stood. ‘Get the hell out of here crack head. Earn your money like the rest of us.’

His stubble covered jaw quivered and he plunged the knife forward. The bite of metal pierced my flesh and scraped against bone. It wasn’t so much a feeling of pain, but a strange intrusion. My mind couldn’t comprehend what happened, and struggled with which sensation to focus on first. It was that timeless moment when your brain tries to decide just how badly you’ve been hurt.

I’m not sure which of us was more surprised, the bum or me as I looked down and watched his hand fall away from the blade as it stuck obscenely from my hip. With a quick jerk I ripped the blade out and slashed through the bum’s neck in a single motion. His hands clutched his neck and his eyes widened in disbelief as he dropped to his knees. He fell backward and I couldn’t help but stare at the odd angle his lower legs seemed to jut outward from beneath his body. A gurgling sound escaped his throat and he writhed against the cold wet asphalt before the tension finally left his limbs. A person doesn’t die as quickly as you might expect. The body lingers and it takes time for a mortal wound to run its course.

I covered the wound on my hip and watched the blood spill through my fingers. The cut was deep and now the pain was making itself known. It surprised me that it didn’t hurt more, and that worried me too. I turned to see Darryl staring back at me wide eyed.

‘You killed him!’ The words crossed his lips in a hiss.

‘Hello??? He stabbed me.’ I pulled my blood painted hand away from the wound and showed it to him. ‘What did you expect?!’

Darryl took a step back and looked as though he was going to run but stopped. His eyes followed my hand as I placed it back over the gash in my hip. I don’t know if it was the fact that I was hurt, or that I staggered and fell against the alley wall that made him stay. He stepped up next to me and pulled my arm over his shoulder. He wasn’t tall enough to truly help. Darryl is only about five and a half feet tall, but his concern made me smile. I have seldom, if ever, been on the receiving end of a kind gesture.

‘Hey you! Stop! Hands in the air!’ The low timbered command echoed against the brick and asphalt, and the slight panic and strained tone made my chest burn with tension.

I spun, throwing Darryl into several trash cans that lined the wall. A rush of fire pulsed through my body and I felt as much as saw the burning glow push outward from behind my eyes. An explosion tore through the air and I felt a blow push my left shoulder backward. I was shot. Searing pain burned through my hip and a blaze of light erupted from beneath the torn fabric. I reacted without thinking. A blast of energy rocketed out from my body in a wave of white. The cop flew back with such force his body lay crushed and imbedded in the car frame. The impact knocked the patrol car several feet away from the curb and I was sure that the commotion was going to bring unwanted company.

Darryl lay unconscious amongst the fallen metal trash cans and debris. I took his arm and lifted him from the mess and threw him over my shoulder. I was quickly reminded of the wound and the searing pain wrenched a whimper from my chest. Why a bullet would hurt more than a knife baffled me, but I didn’t have the luxury of giving it more thought. I felt empowered and pushed against the pavement with more strength than I normally possess. My muscles contracted with renewed vigor and my legs tensed and pushed us upward. We lifted off the ground and landed with a heavy thud on the roof of a nearby brick building.

This was something altogether new for me. I had never had such strength or clarity before, and the part of me that wasn’t terrified reveled in the surge of power. I wasn’t sure how long my new found strength was going to last, but decided to run. We needed to get out of here, and I couldn’t leave Darryl to take the blame for the two murders I had just committed.

Normally I’m afraid of heights. For some reason it has always set my stomach on edge. My legs shake with a nervous tremor whenever I’m in a position where I might tumble to my death. Now, however, I wondered just how much it might take to kill me. I ran and leapt from rooftop to rooftop like an antelope might travel through a crowded wood. We arrived at a safe place in a darker, less crowded, part of town.

We had finally met the end of the last bits of useful rooftop and I let our combined weight speed us down to the pavement. The reflection of neon was shattered as my feet met the concrete beneath the puddle’s surface. ‘Shit. I’d have to plan a better landing next time. If there were a next time. I felt the cool water seep through the fabric of my shoes and knew my feet would be soaked within seconds.

The falling mist of water no longer choked the air. The drizzle of rain had stopped somewhere along my travels and now I only heard the whistle of wind brushing against the ancient metal crates. We were in the abandoned train yard. This was one of the first and last resorts for shelter among the ‘Night Breed’. Almost all of the runaways, homeless, hookers, and druggies had called this place home at one time or another. We were a dysfunctional family of all ages. Some were as young as 12 and others were well into their golden years. Winter would take a few from our group each year, but the spring always spawned a new crop of lost souls. This inevitability was little comfort and made quick work of any designs I had for a future.

Even though we were an ad hoc mix of the dregs of society, we did have a code, at least in this place. Yes, there were times you might wake having found your shoes were stolen in your sleep, but you never had to fear for your life. This was a safe place. When you live on the street, this is no small comfort; it’s everything. The police had long since given up their attempts to remove us from the property. We always returned, and I suppose they got tired of filing the piles of paperwork that clutter their lives.

Still, we remained silent and out of sight. Only on the coldest days of winter did we bother to light fires in the large metal drums to battle the chill. Some of the street people had made homes of the abandoned boxcars, including myself. No one ever bothered my quiet home though I suspect it was because they couldn’t open the heavily rusted door. Finally, making my way through the dark rows, I found my metal sanctuary. It was like any other, rusted, and so forgotten that, over time, even the graffiti had faded.

The screech of grinding metal shattered the silence as I shoved the door open. I jumped upward and landed with a loud thud on the wooden floor causing a brown cloud of dust to burst out from between the cracks.

I was glad the shadows hid my movements. My actions weren’t normal, and a mere human would not have been able to do such things. I’ve had moments of great strength in the past, but it had never been to this extent.

The glow from my eyes had faded some time ago and I walked cautiously to the far corner. Three steps and I knew I would meet the edge of a worn mattress I had slept on for the last four years. With the absolute darkness surrounding me I knelt and lay Darryl on the mattress with only a faint light slicing through the open loading door. There are degrees of darkness, and the absolute pitch black of a closed boxcar can only be rivaled by that of a sealed tomb. Luckily, there was some light, albeit faint, and I was able to find the flashlight I kept safely stowed in a Ziploc bag next to my sad excuse for a bed.

Rising, I walked to the loading door. I gripped the side and felt the rusted metal flakes bite into my flesh. With a hefty shove the door slid closed with a scream and crashed against the latch. The sound reverberated against the iron walls and shadowed the clicking sound I expected to hear as I pushed the button to turn on the flashlight. Tilting my wrist, I followed the dust filled beam of light from corner to corner to make sure we were alone. Darryl groaned and shifted but didn’t wake. I was worried about him. He had a nasty bump on his forehead, just above his left eye, and a deep crimson bruise had spread its way down the ridge of his nose.

The contents of my metal home are: a Coleman lantern, a small gas stove, two jugs of water, the mattress where Darryl lay unconscious, a couple of blankets, several plastic bags of toiletries and utensils, and a stack of canned soups. Above the mattress was a sagging piece of string running from side wall to side wall. It held the few pieces of clean clothing I owned. They, too, were covered. Garbage bags protected each from the damp and humidity of Florida. The climate here is a perfect breeding ground for mold. Extra precautions were necessary. I have learned many lessons living on the street, and this was just one of them.

The sounds of every movement were amplified as I primed the lantern and struck a match to light the mantle. The filament glowed to life and the light filled the room with haunting shadows. Taking one of the blankets from a garbage bag, I unfolded it and gave it a snap. It billowed outward in the stagnant air and I watched it drift down to Darryl like a heavy cotton cloud.

It wasn’t so much that it was cold, but when someone is hurt, I suppose the first reaction is to cover them up and keep them safe. I knelt down beside him and studied his delicate features. He truly was beautiful beneath all the scrapes and bruises. I didn’t know what he had been through or what brought him to this place, but I was curious, and for the first time, I wanted to know someone beyond his name and which corner he worked. His face was innocent as he slept or, more likely, drifted in unconsciousness. This scared me. When you invest your heart in something, the inevitable result is loss, and I wasn’t sure I had the stamina for more pain in my world.

I was going to heat up a can of soup, but decided it would be best to wait until he woke. Instead, I knelt and crawled along the floor, snuck under the blanket and nestled beside him. He seemed so small as I draped my arm over his chest and pulled him into the curve of my body. His brown hair smelled of rain and fresh cut grass and I drew in a deep breath of him before sleep took me.

It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust and for my mind to remember what it was that tore me from my sleep. I could tell from the lack of birdsong that it was still an hour before dawn. I was rested, but still sleep ached along my muscles as I sat up and listened. A distant memory of sound lingered in my mind, but I couldn’t quite remember it. I sat in the darkness and waited. Some noise had stolen my sleep away and now I strained to hear it again. My eyes darted from each vacant dark corner to the next and found nothing.

The silence was unnerving until I heard the subtle shuffle of something moving across the roof of the boxcar. Steps traveled along the center as a different weight fell on the far corner causing a groan of metal. Another creak snapped my head to the darkness above me. An electric tingle raced across my skin and my eyes lit the room. The white glow from the night before returned and cast muted shadows with every turn of my head.

‘Who’s out there?’ My voice bounced back from the metallic walls and I heard laughter from outside the steel box that kept us safe.

‘Be patient’ I heard more laughter and it seemed to fade into the distance.

I sat perfectly still and listened for several long moments before moving. Leaning over, I stole a quick hug from Darryl before flinging the blanket off my body. I tucked it around him and smiled, hearing his quiet grunts as I went about my work. Someone was here. There were three of them and I suspected they didn’t wish us well. I jumped up and ran to the heavy rusted door and flung it open with a crash.

The sun peaked over the horizon and burned my eyes. Most of our kind wouldn’t be awake for hours. The night was our time. Whoever or whatever our visitors were, they had left just before the dawn. I swung out the door and climbed the ladder that led to the roof of the boxcar, but found nothing but dew collecting on the metal surface. There were, however footprints. Three sets of impressions wound their way along the roof and I had no doubt that they belonged to our uninvited guests.

Darryl’s groan drew my attention and I climbed back down the ladder and swung into the boxcar.

‘My head is fucking killing me!’ He spoke the words as if the sound of each caused him more pain.

‘Shhhhhhhh. Just relax. I think you have a concussion.’ Walking over to my two burner gas hotplate I turned my head to hide my grin. His hair stuck up and outward in so many directions that it looked as if it was by design.

Kneeling, I twisted the knob and let the gas flow to the burners on the portable stove. Hitting the igniter switch repeatedly, the snap finally gave birth to a fire that erupted from beneath the grate. I made quick work of opening a can of chicken noodle soup and poured it into a pan as I watched the blue flames lick against the sides of the aged steal. ‘So much for that meal I promised. We’d have to settle for soup.’

‘Lie still.’ I listened to him grunt as he sat up ignoring my advice.

‘What happened?’ Darryl swayed like a sleep-drunk child as he whispered the words.

That he wasn’t sure helped to ease my worry. At least some of the stranger happenings might not have to be explained. ‘A cop showed up and started shooting. I threw you to the side and that’s when you hit your head. I drug you out of there and carried you here. You’ve been unconscious ever since.’

‘What happened to the cop?’ Darryl scooted upright and leaned back against the metal wall. The squint of his long lashed eyes echoed suspicion more than pain.

‘I’m not sure. I just ran, but I think there was a car accident.’ Well at least part of what I said was true.

Darryl studied me for a moment and sighed. ‘So, how are you doing?’

He indicated my hip with a weak nod and lowered his eyes to where the bum had stabbed me.

‘It was just a graze. More blood than anything. Should be fine in a couple of days.’ I just met him and I already felt guilty for telling him lies. Still I couldn’t let on that I had already healed.

The stale air in the boxcar was beginning to warm up and I felt moisture collecting on my skin. This may be a great place to stay out of the rain, but it’s not so comfortable during the heat of midday. I stirred the steaming soup and lost myself in the metallic scrape of spoon against pan.

Pouring some of the chicken noodle soup back into the can I handed it to Darryl and offered him a spoon. His skin was ghostly white and I was beginning to worry he had some unnoticed injury that I wasn’t aware of. I couldn’t help but to stare at the contrast of his deep brown eyes against his pale complexion. Even the pink of his ample lips seemed out of place against his sickly pallor.

I supposed I stared a bit too long because he drew back his hand as if he had been burned. Then the need in his eyes seemed to take control of his body and his thin hand reached out again and accepted the spoon.

I didn’t ask the questions that needed answers. Instead I pulled my eyes from his face and lost myself in the endless grooves on the wooden floor of the boxcar. The ability of the mind to escape stress has never ceased to amaze me. That thought threatened to steal away the numbing solace I found in those dusty splintered edges. We were awake too soon, and that would make this day longer than most. I had a daily routine, and this had definitely put a kink in my regular schedule.

‘So, where are you staying?’ There was no reason to put this off any longer, and the important things needed to be addressed.

Darryl finished a slurp of soup and winced as it burned his lips.

‘There’s plenty more, you don’t have to inhale it.’ The memory of hungry days was still fresh in my mind. I remembered when they began.

‘I love you!’ These were the last words I ever spoke to my father as he left for the last time.

I remember him being away a lot when I was younger, but it was never for more than a couple of days. The gaps in his presence grew in frequency and length after I turned 7. He would disappear for days, and then weeks, and finally months as I grew older, only to finally return battered and bruised. In the beginning there was always a stock of food, and the utilities were paid. I had no worries other than how long it might be before he stepped foot through our door again.

My father returned on the day of my 8th birthday, though he didn’t remember the significance of the date, and I didn’t trouble him with details. I was never privy to whatever affection he may have possessed. We were barely roommates. This visit was like every other that I could remember; though his injuries were the worst I had ever seen. His left leg looked as though it had been completely crushed. His long, light brown hair was matted with blood and I’m sure there were more broken bones beneath his heavy cloak. His recovery was miraculous as always and he was fully healed within a week. I tended to him and he left, yet again, without a goodbye or word of farewell. Had I known he wouldn’t return, I doubt my final words to him would have been ‘I love you.’ There was still so very much I didn’t know about who and what I was. I was born knowing some things but there were far too many mysteries.

‘I don’t have a place to stay.’ Darryl’s words pulled me from my thoughts and I looked up to find his dark eyes staring back at me.

‘You can crash here for as long as you like.’ I’m not sure what made me open the door of my home to him, such as it is, but something about him called to me.

Grabbing the pan, I offered to pour him some more soup. His color was better and I could only imagine how long it had been since his last meal. I wanted to ask him how he came to be here, but that is another rule we follow. You don’t pry too deeply into someone else’s life. People will tell you what they want you to know.

Darryl didn’t hesitate this time, and seemed more than anxious for another helping. I poured the remainder into the cup and watched him attack the liquid with his spoon.

‘If you don’t slow down, you’re going to make yourself sick, and we’ll have to feed you all over again.’ I listened to the clank of the spoon slow, but not as much as I thought was necessary.

I let Darryl finish his meal in silence. The distant rumble of traffic on busy highways told me of people’s travels to work. They are the ones I call ‘Daytimers’. They are the ones that live in daylight and endure a more placid form of existence than I could ever imagine.

I used to think the love and joy I saw on television was only myth, but the past few years have taught me otherwise. It is a real thing. Watching them, I caught glimpses of the joy they shared. I’ve never had that. Love didn’t exist for me now or during my childhood. Seeing the wild in Darryl’s eyes as he gulped down the last drops of his soup fueled the emptiness in my heart. Surely my kind is entitled to love, or maybe love is just another one of the many things that I don’t deserve. Whether I am entitled or even able to love, the desperation in Darryl’s eyes made me yearn for it. I’ve read the saying ‘You cannot miss what you never had’. There’s a coldness in that phrase that condemns those of us without. Knowing that I lack something revered by so many torments me.

‘I can’t pay.’ Darryl stared into the empty soup can and fiddled with the end of his spoon.

‘Like I told you before. I don’t want your money. Besides rent is cheap here.’ I stretched out my arm indicating my makeshift home as if it were a palace and couldn’t fight the smile that lifted my cheeks. The mock pride seemed comical to me.

‘I have a few rules if you wish to stay here.’ Darryl’s brown eyes shifted and met mine but the rest of his body remained deathly still.

‘One, don’t do business here.’ A twitch shook his body and he returned his focus to the bottom of his soup can.

‘Two, don’t bring trouble here.’ A rush of wind pushed against the boxcar and I heard the lonely groan of a loading door sway in the breeze.

‘Three, never take anything from me without asking.’ I spat out the rule with more venom than I intended and watched Darryl’s shoulders sink as if he felt the impact.

‘There is nothing that I own or that I am so fond of that I wouldn’t give it to you if you asked, but never steal from me.’ I rocked backward trying to ease the growing ache in my legs.

‘Four, contribute. I don’t care how you make your money, but help out. I can’t feed both of us forever.’ A musky scent wafted past my nose reminding me it was time to bathe. The fact that the odor was mine pushed me to bring my diatribe to a close.

‘Five, never lie to me.’ I couldn’t ignore the double standard I imposed upon him and hid my eyes behind my fallen blond bangs.

There were more rules than I realized. I thought of myself as an accommodating person, but I guess the past few years had destroyed the last remnants of my hospitality. Well that’s not exactly true I just announced the rules so there was no confusion regarding my expectations.

‘Come on time to head to McDonalds. We need to clean up.’ I leaned toward Darryl and made an audible sniff and scrunched up my face . ‘Yes definitely time to clean up.’

Standing up, I watched Darryl stare back at me as if I were insane. ‘Sorry, I don’t have running water here and we stink.’

He gave a weak shrug and stood. I flung the door open and listened to the metal scrape and groan as it slid along the rusted rail. I turned and Darryl jumped.

‘Relax Not much of a morning person are you? Grab a shirt from off the line. Underwear and socks are in the bag over there. We’ll see about getting you some jeans after we clean up.’ I pointed to the garbage sack in the corner.

The place wasn’t much, but it was a port in the storm, and we had just been through a rough one. I grabbed a pair of jeans from the line. Normally, I would have found a nice air conditioned hotel room where I could spend my day sleeping and preparing for another night’s work, but my world had been turned upside down. I watched Darryl rifle through the plastic sack and forage for socks and underwear.

‘Put your clothes in the backpack when you find everything you need.’ He nearly fell over as he squatted over the plastic bag of clothes.

‘Thank you.’ The words were almost a whisper as he placed his clothes in the backpack. It was adorable the way he treated each garment as though it were a prized possession.

I shoved my selections in after his and pulled the straps over my shoulders. You can’t just walk into McDonalds with your hands full of clothes and head to the bathroom without someone taking notice. Well I suppose you could, but eventually they’d keep an eye out for you and call the police. That’s the last thing I needed in my life right now. I leapt out of the door and heard the gravel crunch beneath my feet with the impact. A small billowing cloud of dust rose from beneath them and I turned to help Darryl out of the boxcar.

The day was relatively uneventful. We scrubbed down in the McDonalds bathroom, had breakfast, and made our way across town to the Goodwill. We found several pairs of pants and some shirts that would do him the most good in his evening exploits, as well as keeping him clean. At first Darryl didn’t have much to say, but he slowly crawled out of his shell. By sunset we were chatting like two life long friends. However, there were many things left unasked and unspoken. How he came to be here, his past, and the reasons for the bruises and scratches on his face and arms were never mentioned.

We finally made it back to our home. ‘Boxcar Sweet Boxcar.’ It made me chuckle. I suppose my chances were pretty slim of finding that embroidered and framed. Darryl gave me a strange look, and rolled his eyes as he watched me pull the heavy metal door open. The sun had set and the crash of metal had barely finished echoing through the boxcar when I heard something slam against the roof.

I felt the flutter of movement breeze past my skin as I turned to see a young man holding my new friend. A vampire stood behind Darryl wrapping him in a half embrace with one hand clutching his chest and the other gripping a fistful of hair. Darryl’s head was tilted backward exposing his neck like a prone lamb awaiting slaughter. A strangled scream escaped his throat as our visitor sank his teeth in the soft flesh.

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Needless to say, I felt awkward.

‘Take a seat.’ Zane offered after a moment of silence while I hesitated in front of the door, mentally clamping down on my feet so they didn’t shuffle on me. His voice was soothing and had the opposite effect on me. I mumbled a ‘thanks’ and sunk into the couch against the wall, next to the door. Drawing my legs up into my usual comfort position of Indian-style, I found it very hard to resist the urge to hug myself tightly. Music was coming from a speaker somewhere. It was a mix of mellow house music and ballad-pop.

He offered me a drink, water or Coke, and I took the latter gratefully, glad to have something in my hands and nervous to have him near me again. Eyeing his legs was not polite.

Grow the hell up! I yelled at myself inwardly and clutched the knee of my jeans in my free hand. Talk to the man before he kicks you out, at least say something about the concert! Maybe, shit, maybe he really did pull you back here because of overhearing you at the hotel? I needed to fix that misconception at least!

‘Um, you were incredible.’ I said, quietly, and pulled my eyes upward to where he leaned against the counter in front of the mirror, forcing myself to look at him in the eyes. It wasn’t hard, because he had been starring at me. It made the next words harder to get out. ‘I, uh, I had no idea how great Snowborne was, I didn’t mean to put you down today at The Stafford, in, um, the lounge. This album sounds much better than the first.’

Oh, Crap I didn’t have to say that, did I? Idiot, idiot, idiot! Swinging my eyes away from him, I swept them around the small, orange-yellow painted room, empty except for the ugly yellow leather couch, a small fridge, and a wall of marquee mirrors with an attached dressing counter and chairs in front of them. The lights around the mirrors, being the only ones on, were a blessing to me, knowing how much I was blushing.

Asshole, he was a rock asshole, he had to be a rock asshole, repeat and rinse.

Instead of snarling at me, however, Zane broke into a wide smile, and sat down backwards in a chair he set in front of me. He placed his chin on his hands on the chair back and scrutinized me. ‘Honestly, I’m surprised you remembered that I was there.’ The color of his eyes wasn’t clear but they glinted, and his lips were perfect as his smile widened. It was an effortlessly restrained and sexy thing when he smiled. ‘And you’re right, this album is much better. Very different. We tried to be less concerned with what other bands were doing and to think more about our own sound.’

I’m not looking at his legs spread out from the chair; I’m not looking, really. He was still wearing just the T-shirt from on stage, and the muscled curves of his lean arms showed in the light.

‘I haven’t actually heard the album itself.’ I admitted, running a hand through my hair nervously to get it to stop clawing at my knee. ‘I’ll definitely be picking it up. Um, how do you write the songs? Do you write the songs? Or, is that a stupid question?’

God, I was lost. Make him talk about him.

‘Interviewers are always getting me to talk about me. Actually, I was curious what kind of music you liked.’ He reached forward and lightly touched my knee when he saw me twitch at that. ‘Don’t be nervous, Ethan. I really don’t want to make you uncomfortable.’

THEN DON’T TOUCH ME. ‘Ah. Depeche Mode? The Smiths, I’m really digging on the Killers and Franz Ferdinand right now’ I pointed upwards at the air, referring to the song that had just started. ‘We are Scientists are pretty cool.’

‘So you liked the Smiths cover?’ He seemed genuinely interested, and I relaxed a bit. ‘We didn’t slaughter Morrissey?’

‘No!’ I said, my nervousness melting. ‘It was incredible, the arrangement was beautiful, and your voice’ I blushed again, and slowed down. ‘It, was, um. Perfect’

‘Good!’ He straightened up a bit, ‘So what was the last good concert you went to?’

And then we talked about music, I have no idea for how long. He’d slip away from any clumsy and ill-informed questions I asked about Snowborne, and I didn’t know what to say when he asked about me, not knowing what I could say that would possibly be interesting and not wanting to bore him. But we argued which was the best Depeche Mode album, (I voted Violater, he said Music for the Masses), Smiths versus Morrissey, great new bands of now.

A sense of warmth came over my whole body as we spoke and I loosened up a bit. This was okay. Still, he was confusing me too much for me to relax completely. His voice and words said casual, but his body language and his eyes were intense and locked. And I felt oddly like my words were being tracked very closely in a way that went beneath the content. Zane watched me like a hawk, and it was also impossible for me to forget how much cooler he was.

I felt like a dork, although one grateful to have been distracted from how attracted to him I was. And I felt horrible because we were here at HIS concert and I didn’t know anything at all about his band.

‘You should listen again to ‘You are the Quarry’.’ Zane said amiably, referring to our last subject where I had expressed my reservations about Morrissey’s latest album. ‘It’s pretty damn good.’

‘I have crap music taste.’ I blurted out, clumsily and shortly, looking down at my hands. ‘I didn’t deserve to win any sort of contest, I’m sure there’re more worthy fans that could talk to you more about you than me.’ Blinking, it hit me how stupid that was, because, well, what contest? Why WAS I here?

We both felt silent and I smacked myself mentally. The easy conversation was ruined, and I figured it was time to kick my sorry ass out of there. And yet I couldn’t move.

Focusing on the music, it changed songs and turned into the dance song ‘Deepest Blue’, a beautiful flowing Vocal House number I loved to dance to. Closing my eyes, I smiled a bit.

‘I love this son-‘ A finger lightly traced my jaw, and I stopped talking as the touch shot through my body.

Of course. This was what I was doing here. The sense of anticipation that had been building up the whole while and carefully ignored escaped from confinement and seeped throughout my body like warm liquid chased by electricity.

Zane’s touch moved up to trace my parted lips. A small sound escaped as I slowly opened my eyes. He had lightly taken my chin and was staring at me with such intensity, such heat, I felt my face flush. He had leaned his chair forward, and the light caught the planes of his face, making him look like a beautiful predator.

‘Ethan.’

‘Yes?’ Breathing is good, I reminded myself.

‘Mind if I kiss you?’

‘um.’ I stalled, trying to get my heart under control, deeply embarrassed that my cock was straining against my jeans already. ‘I think if you try to kiss me while balanced on the chair like that, you and it are going to end up on top of me. Wouldn’t be good.’

His intensity broke, and he smiled, righting the chair. ‘Sorry’ Suddenly, he was up, and then lowered himself next to me on the couch and lightly put a hand on my knee.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t notice the tent in his tight jeans as he moved, or if I claimed it didn’t make me worry and bite the inside of my lip involuntarily.

He looked up at my hair, and touched it gently. ‘Now’ his eyes suddenly snapped to mine, and held them, his voice husky and deep. His eyes are hazel-green, my mind supplied helpfully, now you know! ‘Can I kiss you?’

‘Please!’ I breathed and unfolded my legs so I could get closer to him, feeling myself smiling despite an increasing sense of panic.

And then his lips were on mine, so gently and teasingly. Just our lips touched, exploring carefully, and like a reflex one of my hands came up to snake behind his neck over his leather necklace, tangled in his soft, thick hair. His hands were behind my back, one on the small, and he pulled me forward carefully but firmly as he lightly nibbled my upper lip.

My hand tangled in his T-shirt, panic melting away as I breathed in his scent. The chest underneath my touch was hard and lean, and I brushed an erect nipple, causing him to make a sound into my mouth and the kiss to become more intense, and my body to arch into his.

What am I doing what am I doing what am I oh SHUT THE HELL UP.

Are all rock stars unbelievable kissers? His lips were everything I had dreamed of while staring at them, strong and soft, and I battled his tongue with mine eagerly. Dimly aware his hand was resting half in the top of my jeans on my side(Was I glad I hadn’t worn a belt? God, I guess I was), right on my hip, and I strained into his touch.

Forever seemed to have passed when we both groaned a bit at the same time, and he drew his face away a fraction with his chest rising and falling beneath my hand. Somehow while we were kissing I had twisted and pulled myself into him to the point where I was almost on top of him, and my groin had just met his, his hardness underneath under his jeans meeting mine.

‘Hi.’ I said, like an idiot.

He smiled, pulling me closer and causing me to dig my erection into his, grinding. ‘Hi yourself.’ He buried his face in my neck and lightly tasted my ear, running his fingernails down my back.

‘I was worried I was moving too fast’ he breathed, placing both his hands on my hips, digging his thumbs below my jeans and swinging up a leg, tucking it next to me on the couch and encircling me. ‘You, uh, seem okay, though. Uh’ He closed his eyes as I responded by truly climbing onto his lap, pulled my finger down his chest, fascinated by it while my hips moved instinctively over his. Beneath me, he felt very large, and I made a mental note about hands to cock ratio = true, seems to be very, very true.

Well, yes, I wanted to say, I think I am okay. I’ve never really made out before with a guy like this, never been this hot for anyone before, and ya’ know what? Feels great! Does that make me a slut? How stupid was I being?

All that came out, however, was a low ‘mmmHmmmm.’ Before his lips were on mine again and he met my rotations.

My hands slipped up his shirt, feeling his hard stomach, and he put one of his on top of it in response, enfolding mine in his long fingers. His kiss became more tender at the same time, and it was such an embarrassingly sensual feeling I broke free and buried my face in his shoulder. I nibbled at his neck until he gently pushed me away. I wondered what I had done wrong and stopped moving.

He seemed to sense my sudden nervousness and lifted a hand, tracing my cheek again. ‘Do you mind if I put myself at a disadvantage?’ he asked, almost shyly.

‘Disadvantage?’ Confused, I tilted my head at him.

He lifted his arms and pulled his shirt off over his head. Fascinated, I ran my hand down his long bare torso while marveling at the lean muscle and his smooth, tan skin. The effect of his naked, perfect chest and the tied leather cord around his neck was absolutely perfect. Brushing his nipples, and feeling his cock twitch beneath me, I lifted my eyes to his.

‘Well’ I breathed, and quirked an uneasy smile at him. ‘Aren’t you supposed to be putting ME at a disadvantage, here?’ It was so easy, joking with him while we were like this, that it was actually that fact that scared me far more then anything we were doing. And, honestly, Zane taking off his shirt actually did put me at a disadvantage. I was so blinded by the power of the Incredibly Sexy Half-Naked Man before me he could have said for me to do anything and I probably would have. To crush that feeling of panic again I lifted my arms, and he instantly got the hint.

Lifting my shirt while kissing my chest, he caught a nipple while he threw my shirt next to us and I bucked, my cock straining. ‘Fuck, Zane’ I moaned.

He pulled our chests together, and stroked my breastbone with a finger. ‘I like it when you say my name, Ethan.’ He stretched out ‘Ethan’ in his incredible voice, and kissed the bottom of my chin. ‘You’re so beautiful.’ He moved down my neck, his hands leading to the top of my jeans and my zipper as my hips thrust forward in anticipation.

‘Oh, God’ I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his hands found that out instantly, sending heat up through my body from the point of contact. I dug my face into his shoulder, breath coming harder, as he began to stroke me.

Reaching down and stopping him briefly, I fumbled with his (damn button fly!) jeans and belt, and also found nothing beneath. Zane lightly kissed the side of my face.

My fingers slipped downward, through the hair slowly and he pulled me forward with his free hand to kiss me again. My hand wrapped around his cock(so long, so solid) as he did so, and he became fierce, taking in my mouth so completely I even managed to forget his hand around me for a split second.

We stroked each other, and it was both exhilarating and embarrassing, looking someone in the eyes while being masturbated by them. But there was no looking away, I was trapped. At one point I tried to, overwhelmed by the intimacy, but he lifted a hand and firmly held my face, trailing a finger down my nose.

My body started to pulse into his hand, and I groaned. ‘I think I’m going to’

‘You’re, not the only one’ Zane smiled, his eyes heavily lidded, face flush, and it was so unbelievably hot I bucked, and let out an endless moan as I came far harder than I ever had before; my cum squirting all over both our chests. He continued to lightly stroke me as I shuddered, making sure I was done.

Not being able to speak for a bit, I felt so unbelievably good and then suddenly so embarrassed to have come so much all over him. And more importantly, he hadn’t come, which meant everything to me. He was still hard ‘Ethan’ he said with great intensity, ‘You’re so hot and what?’ He looked startled as I reached back, found my T-shirt, and quickly wiped both of us off with it, then smiled shyly at him before sliding downwards onto the floor quickly. ‘You don’t have to worry about that right now, we.Urrrrrg!’

I didn’t see his facial expression as I took him into my mouth, but I felt his whole body tense. His hands grasped the back of my head, and he lightly massaged my scalp as I slowly savored the taste of Zane. The sweat was delicious, and he smelled like a clean man who had exercised. He was so long, longer than Mike, but just a touch less wide. That was alright with me. It felt like he fit perfectly. I played lightly, running my tongue on the underside and jabbing lightly at his sac, causing him to move his hand to the arm of the couch so he could clutch at it. As he spasmed once and said my name gutterly I knew he was close.

Even just blowing him he turned me on, I wanted to devour all of him, right then and there.

Taking the whole of him, I let his cock hit the back of my throat as I stroked his balls, and was pleased when I felt them tighten, and his hand still on my head clench tightly. ‘Ethan I’m coming, you don’t have to _’

Moving faster, he couldn’t finish what he was saying before he came with a beautiful ‘Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh’ into my mouth, and came long and hard, his body bucking. Still, I refused to release him before he was completely empty.

He stopped me, taking the sides of my face and gently coaxing me upward. ‘Thank you.’ His eyes trapped mine as he stopped an inch from my face, my hands braced on his knees. Why was I so damn touched that he thanked me? Idiot, idiot!

We kissed, slowly, languidly, and he took his cum with his tongue and gave it back to me, the tasty, salty goodness lingering as we both swallowed the last of it.

Kissing around my mouth tenderly, I swear he almost purred, pulling me up further so I was once again on his lap, wrapping his long arms around my middle.

Somehow I was already half-turned on again from blowing him, but I ignored it and played with his hair, captured by its’ dark, wavy thickness. Why was I so enraptured of this stranger? Oh, Madonna, go away, shoo, get your silly songs out of my head.

Because he’s a rock star, a little voice answered in my ear, a stunning, insanely sexy beast of a rock star whom you just blew all of half an hour into your acquaintance.

SHUT UP.

Zane’s hands had drifted to my hips and pushed my jeans down a bit, and I looked at his hands in dazed surprise as he traced a lazy circle with a finger. ‘You have the most beautiful body, so perfect right here ‘ He increased pressure right where my abdomen went into my thigh, causing me to squirm in pleasure. ‘But also everywhere.’

The last was spoken with my eyes suddenly pinned by his, and I blinked and knew I was blushing something fierce. I tried to chase the unease gnawing at my stomach away and shoock my head. ‘I’m nothing compared to’

The door flew open.

‘Zane, if you’re still in here, you need to help me.’ The blond guitarist stood in the doorway, the knob in his hand, blinking at us and his rushed motion stopped dead. ‘ with, Jarod’

Half-naked, straddling another man, and my pants wide open. I’d never been so mind-numbingly embarrassed in my life. Flee, please. Flee NOW.

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As he pulled along the curb and parked, Bond noted the house and neighborhood. Well maintained, multi-story homes heavy with stone and brick, surrounded by lush landscaping, lined both sides of the street.
‘This guy’s got the money,’ he thought to himself. Three cars set lined up in the driveway of the house he approached, but the abundance didn’t set off any alarms. It might have under different circumstances, but the people in this part of town spent almost as much money on cars as they did on houses.
Bond walked across the lawn toward the front door. Half a face flashed at the edge of a window before the curtain quickly closed. The customer’s voice over the phone an hour earlier had sounded nervous, speaking quickly. It was a young man’s voice, college-age maybe, who gave his name as John and said he’d got Bond’s number from a friend, but didn’t give the friend’s name. He didn’t seem willing to divulge much over the phone so Bond didn’t push it. The week had been slow so the cash would be welcome.
The door was cracked open an inch or two as Bond took the final steps, assuming his client was who he’d seen at the window, waiting apprehensively. He’d met nervous guys before, typical behavior for one who has either never paid for sex or never had sex with a male, or both. It was something else this time.
The door didn’t open as expected, so Bond prepared to knock. As his closed hand raised, the door swung back with a fast jerk, smacking hard into something behind it, followed by a ceramic crash on the marble floor. At the same time a figure from inside bolted toward Bond, fists clenched. The sounds and action surprised Bond and he reflexively jumped back, but not fast or far enough to avoid the fist of a young man as it swung out and connected with his face.
‘Fucking faggot!’
Staggering backward, Bond stumbled at the edge of the concrete, falling into the thick grass. Multiple loud voices came from the doorway as a second person advanced, but instead of attacking he pulled the first person back inside.
‘Goddamn it, Donnie!’ the second boy yelled. ‘You were supposed to wait until he was inside!’
‘Shit!’ came a third voice near the broken vase.
Regaining his awareness, Bond found his footing and continued backing toward his car. He could hear the three still condemning each other over the failed operation. All of them sounded like high school or college aged boys. The first one appeared at the door again, still held by the second. No doubt he would have furthered the attack if it hadn’t been for the others.
‘Fucking stop it!’ said the second, holding tightly to the first. ‘Not in the front yard, somebody will see us!’
The first boy yelled again, louder to make sure Bond heard him across the distance from the door to the curb. ‘Goddamn fucking queer!’
Feeling safe at his car, the door unlocked and open, Bond answered back, flipping him off in the process. ‘Queer bait!’
The label and gesture further enraged the attacker as he struggled with his friends. ‘Let me go!’ The boys fell to the floor as they turned their hate toward each other.
Bond slipped into his car and quickly pulled away, uncaring about the outcome at the house. He figured the three would keep arguing, blaming each other for their misery. Sadly enough, one of them is probably gay, he thought.
He drove about half a mile and stopped in the parking lot of a convenience store. Pulling down the visor, he flipped open the mirror and examined his face. A bruise was spreading along his cheek bone and it hurt like hell, but otherwise he was unruffled. Narcissistically, he noticed his hair was still in place, making him feel strangely relieved. The past few minutes looped endlessly through his head as he came to terms with being bashed. He told himself he’d have to be more careful, considering maybe it was his fault, not paying attention to the situation, not asking more questions. All the clues he’d seen and heard ahead of time were instantly vivid and clear. The parked cars; obviously more than one person at the house. The nervous voice on the phone refusing to answer any questions. The secretive behavior of the person at the window and the partially open door. Each thing had seemed totally normal at the time. How could he have known?
‘It wasn’t my fault,’ Bond reassured himself.
He was back home in fifteen minutes, glad his roommate, Brent, was gone for the rest of the day. He’d have to come up with an explanation later, but for now it was quiet. Bond checked himself out again in the bathroom mirror, appraising how bad the upper left quarter of his face looked. The attacker – one of them had called him Donnie, Bond remembered – had landed a solid punch. At least he hadn’t caught him square in the nose or jaw and broken anything.
Considering the day wasted, Bond undressed, walked to the kitchen for some aspirin and water, then back to his bedroom. He’d been up late the night before cruising websites and checking email for possible clients. Needed sleep took over in a few minutes.
The sound of the apartment door closing woke Bond up and he realized it was dark. The clock said 8:30; he’d been asleep for five hours. Maybe if he stayed quiet Brent would steer clear, thinking he was asleep after a busy afternoon. Unfortunately, Bond’s bladder ruled that out. He had no choice but to leave his room. He decided to make it quick, the bathroom was just down the hall across from Brent’s room. His face was hurting, too, and he needed more aspirin. He moved from the bed and pulled on a pair of boxer briefs.
Brent was in the kitchen rummaging for food when he heard the opening of Bond’s door.
‘Hey, bud,’ Brent called out.
Bond tried to play it cool, still working on an explanation for the black eye. ‘Hey,’ he answered.
Bond shut the bathroom door behind him, then flipped on the light. What he saw in the bright glare of the mirror scared him.
‘Jesus christ,’ he muttered, touching his face tenderly. The slight brush of his fingers seemed to burn the skin under the bruise. An inch wide band of black ran from the corner of his eye around to his temple, then widened further across his cheek bone, fading out to various shades of purple and red along the edges. The whole area was puffy, his lower eyelid swollen the most.
He opened and closed his mouth as wide as he could, flexing his jaw side to side. It hurt around his eye, but not sharply, so he still believed nothing was broken. Just horribly bruised.
He made use of the toilet, flushed, turned off the light, and listened at the door before he opened it. He didn’t hear any movement or see any light coming from the hall, so maybe Brent had already crashed. It didn’t really matter, he couldn’t stay where he was.
As Bond opened the bathroom door and turned up the hall, Brent spoke from the bedroom behind him.
‘Finally, dude,’ Brent teased. ‘I gotta go.’
Bond didn’t respond, walking steadily toward the kitchen. He could get more aspirin, even the whole bottle, and some water to take to his room before Brent appeared, if he was lucky.
He fumbled in the dark for the aspirin and had a big glass of water in hand when the bathroom door opened.
‘Damn it,’ Bond whispered.
Bond’s hesitation to move gave Brent just enough time to get down the hall before Bond could get past him. He thought he’d make it as long as…
‘What are you doing in the dark?’ quizzed Brent.
Bond felt his heart jump. ‘Don’t turn on the…!’
Brent flipped the switch.
‘…light.’
Both of them blinked as their eyes grew accustomed to the sudden brightness. Nothing registered at first, a few seconds passed before Brent realized what he was looking at.
‘Holy fuck, what happened to you!?’
Bond turned away.
Brent continued his brisk inquisition. ‘Are you ok?’
‘Was it an accident?’
‘Is your car ok?’
‘Tell me what happened.’
Bond pushed past his roommate, but Brent followed down the hall and into the bedroom.
‘Are you going to tell me?’ Brent asked earnestly, sensing how nervous his friend was.
Sitting on the edge of the bed Bond looked up. ‘I don’t know,’ he replied, returning his gaze toward the floor. It was the perfect opportunity for a cover story, but something inside him wouldn’t let Bond lie to Brent this time. He’d lied enough already about a fake job with a home health care company, lied about where he was at odd hours of the day and night, lied about selling his ass.
‘I got hit by a guy,’ Bond opened up. ‘It could have been worse, another guy stopped him. He only hit me once.’
‘Damn, dude,’ Brent moaned. ‘It looks like he took a hammer to you.’
‘It’s not that bad. Nothing is broken.’
Suddenly Brent’s tone changed. ‘Do you know this guy?’ he asked angrily. ‘Did you talk to the police? Did they do anything?’
‘I didn’t call the police.’
‘Why not?’
‘I can’t,’ Bond explained weakly.
‘Why not!?’ Brent asked again, more agitated.
‘You don’t have to yell at me.’
Brent tried to calm down. ‘I’m sorry, I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at who did this to you. They need to get fucked up.’
Bond was quiet, looking at Brent again. Like Bond, Brent wore only boxer briefs. Through the pain Bond registered the attraction he’d always had for Brent. The current emotional state between them heightened his awareness, causing his cock to involuntarily swell slightly. Under the circumstances it felt weird. Pain and sex didn’t mesh in Bond’s mind.
Brent sat down next to Bond, their bare legs touching, his friend’s bruised face only inches away. This close it looked even worse than before.
‘So, um…why can’t you tell the cops?’ Brent asked.
Bond pondered the consequences and decided it wasn’t worth lying about any longer.
‘You really want to know?’
Brent crawled up the bed, propped a pillow behind his head, and leaned against the headboard.
‘I’m listening.’
An hour later the whole story was out. Brent knew it all now, and somehow Bond felt relieved. Stress drifted away as the tale unfolded. Brent occasionally asked questions and laughed at some of Bond’s descriptions of clients. The more Bond explained, the more Brent understood, putting together pieces of Bond’s life that had never quite made sense.
As they conversed the casual contact became more pronounced, leading to where they were now on the bed. Bond lay on his back with Brent pressed close beside him, leaning on one elbow. Brent’s other arm draped across Bond’s waist, his fingers gliding slowly over the smooth skin of Bond’s side and stomach. Frequently, Brent caught himself looking into Bond’s eyes, but particularly at the one bruised so badly. It hurt to see it, but he couldn’t look away, either. They had never spent this much time together in so close a manner.
Bond’s depictions of his encounters had another effect on Brent, whose cock had grown long and hard. Bond glanced down as he felt Brent’s cock rub his leg.
‘What’s that all about?’ he asked with a smile.
‘Oh, uh,’ Brent answered shyly, turning onto his stomach. ‘Sorry, I’ve been kind of horny all day, and your stories aren’t helping.’
Bond snickered. ‘I know what you mean. All that effort today and I didn’t get to cum.’
‘Or get paid,’ Brent teased, grinning.
‘Fuck, don’t remind me.’ Bond raised his hand to cover a yawn.
‘I’ll leave you alone, looks like you’re sleepy again,’ Brent offered. He was off the end of the bed before Bond could stop him.
Conflicted ideas roamed Bond’s thoughts. Did he want Brent to go or to stay? If he stayed what would happen?
Brent turned at the door and looked back. ‘If you need anything let me know, ok?’
‘Ok,’ Bond agreed, watching his bedroom door close behind his roommate.
Standing, Bond pulled off his boxer briefs and turned off the light. Returning to the bed, he lay in the dark with his eyes open, looking around his room and taking inventory of his life. He wasn’t sure if he could keep doing it; meeting men for sex in exchange for dollars. Absent mindedly, his hand reached for his dick, tugging on it a time or two then lifting his balls up and away from his crotch, adjusting himself. Five minutes later he was asleep again.
In his own room a few feet away, Brent didn’t sleep. His cock was still hard. A wet spot appeared in his boxer briefs just before he yanked them down his legs. Using his thumb, he wiped the remaining precum from the head of his cock, brought it to his mouth and licked it off, then squeezed his cock again for another drop. He sprawled out on the bed, flat on his back in the dark, with his penis refusing to do anything except stare at him like a single small eye in the dark. Tracing the length with his fingers he again felt a wet drop form at the tip. Just as before, he brought it to his waiting tongue.
‘Fuck,’ Brent said to himself, frustrated.
There was too much to sort out. Am I just that horny, or is it something else, he wondered. An image of Bond on the bed during their talk flashed in Brent’s mind. The electric feel of his fingertips gliding over Bond’s skin replayed itself, the remembered sensations causing his cock to throb.
Brent turned his head and looked at the clock beside the bed, the red glow of 11:00 shining back at him. A fitful hour had almost passed. A yelp from the other bedroom reached his ears.
Brent left his room, concerned over Bond’s discomfort. Standing at Bond’s door he knocked lightly. No answer. Again, a light knock.
‘Yeah?’ came softly from the other side.
Brent opened the door and looked in. ‘You ok, buddy?’
Bond was sitting on the side of the bed holding his hand to his face, obviously hurting. ‘I think so,’ he answered. ‘I rolled over in my sleep and mashed my eye into the pillow.’
Stepping to the bed Brent squatted down to look into Bond’s eyes. ‘Let me see,’ he instructed, reaching upwards.
Bond jerked back. ‘Don’t touch it!’
‘I won’t,’ Brent reassured. ‘Just move your hand away.’
As Bond lowered his hand Brent took it in his, holding it firmly. With his other hand he turned on the small night stand lamp.
‘Turn towards the light.’
Bond complied and Brent looked him over, noting not just the large bruise again, but also the fact Bond was as naked as he was.
‘Well,’ Brent assessed, ‘it doesn’t look any worse.’
Bond’s head turned back to face his friend. ‘Thanks for worrying about me.’
Brent squeezed Bond’s hand tighter. ‘Hey, anytime.’
Letting go, Brent stood, his puffy dick eye-level to Bond. His cock had drooped considerably from earlier, but hung out over his balls several inches.
‘Like I said, if you need anything,’ he added as he moved to leave the room, reaching for the door to pull it closed.
‘Brent, wait.’
Brent froze in place and looked back.
‘Do you want to, um,’ Bond started. ‘Uh…stay here with me?’
Both of them sensed the answer, but wanted the other to say it first. This emotional territory was new between them, unexplored and a little anxious.
‘Please?’ added Bond.
Brent opened up a little more. ‘Yeah, I’d like that.’
Bond moved to the far side of the bed against the wall. Brent walked back to the bed and slowly positioned himself next to Bond.
‘Get the light?’ Bond suggested.
Brent extended his arm toward the fixture, returning the room to darkness.
Positioned on his back, Brent felt Bond’s warmth at his bare shoulder, down his side, clear to his foot. His cock immediately hardened. Bond began to shift and roll, turning on his side towards Brent. A leg draped over one of Brent’s, their bodies intertwining, Bond’s arm across Brent’s muscular chest. Suddenly, fingers grazed a nipple which forced a low moan from Brent.
Bond repeated the gesture, eliciting more sounds.
‘You feel really good,’ whispered Bond. Bond’s cock was joining Brent’s at full mast, teasingly pressed against Brent’s hip.
Brent reached under to bring his arm up around Bond’s back, playfully running it through the hair on the back of Bond’s head.
‘So do you,’ Brent agreed. ‘Wow, your cock is really warm.’
‘I bet yours is, too,’ said Bond. His hand drifted downward, stopping only after he had a soft grip on Brent’s erection.
‘I’d forgot how nice your cock is,’ Bond said, stroking it. ‘Oh, and it’s wet.’
‘Remember, I said I was horny,’ Brent reminded him. ‘And so are you.’
‘Fucking right I am. I haven’t cum in a week.’
‘A week!?’
‘I never jack off any more, I never know when I might get a call.’
‘Oh. But it’s been a week?’
‘Yeah.’
‘No way I could go a whole week. I get too horny.’
Bond moved his hand to Brent’s shaved balls, rolling them around.
‘When was the last time these big boys had a workout,’ he inquired.
‘Yesterday, the gym locker room showers. I let a guy watch me jack off.’
‘Hot.’
As Brent became more worked up he turned onto his side toward Bond, their faces very close. Even in the low light he could make out the discoloration around Bond’s eye. He wanted to be even closer.
His breathing shallow, Brent asked nervously, ‘Can I kiss you? I promise I’ll be careful.’
Bond answered by closing the distance between their mouths, pressing their lips together very softly at first, testing his tolerance for any potential pain. He pressed harder, the pleasure outweighing the pain near his cheek bone. He darted his tongue in between Brent’s lips indicating he wanted more. Brent’s tongue joined in, flicking it’s way across Bond’s and grazing his teeth. Both of them moaned into each other’s mouth.
‘Kissing only makes me more horny,’ Bond admitted during a short break.
‘It makes me want to fuck you,’ blurted Brent, his hand firmly planted on Bond’s ass, kneading the bubble of muscle. ‘Shit. I’m sorry. That was going too far.’
Bond pulled back to look into Brent’s face.
‘Why would fucking be going too far?’ Bond asked rhetorically. ‘We’ve known each other and lived together for almost two years. We like each other. At least, I know I like you. I always have. I’ve always thought you were hot.’
Concealed by the darkness, Brent blushed at Bond’s confession.
‘I think you’re hot, too. I, uh, kind of think about you sometimes when I jack off,’ said Brent.
‘Mmmm…’ moaned Bond, pressing his body firmly against Brent, their cocks side to side, wrestling for space between them. ‘Like in the shower sometimes?’
‘Sorry, I must be too loud.’
Bond laughed slightly. ‘No, you’re not. I kind of like to listen.’
It was Brent’s turn to laugh. ‘Now you’re being kinky.’
The boys continued their sex play, interspersed with small talk about likes and dislikes. Bond’s cock was now adding lube to the mix along with Brent’s steady stream. The continual grinding had a strong effect on Bond, but Brent hadn’t attempted any advances.
Bond took the initiative and suddenly rolled over, turning his back to Brent and pressing his ass to Brent’s cock. The heat, precum, and sweat soon had the crack of Bond’s ass nice and slick.
Brent’s steel hard cock moved up and down the length of Bond’s crevice, continually replenishing the natural lube.
‘Fuck, I can’t stand it!’ Brent announced as the head of his cock made direct contact with Bond’s puckered opening.
‘Then do it,’ whispered Bond, pushing himself against his roommate.
Brent wanted nothing more than to shove inside, but stopped short. ‘Where…’ he began to ask.
‘In the top drawer,’ answered Bond, knowing what was needed.
Brent rolled over just enough to reach the drawer, open it, and pull out a condom and bottle of lube. As quickly as he could Brent opened the package, rolled the rubber down his cock, and covered the whole thing with a coating of lubrication. Next, he used his slick fingers to probe Bond’s hole, forcing Bond to moan in response.
‘Yeah,’ panted Bond as he felt the length of Brent’s middle finger coat the inside of his ass. ‘Fuck me.’
Both of them on their sides, Brent pressed down on his cock, lining it up to Bond’s waiting ass. Finding the entrance, he began to push. Bond helped things along by pushing back. The combined pressure quickly forced the head of Brent’s cock into the warm confines, causing both boys to sound out.
‘Fuck, yeah!’
‘Keep going, give it to me!’
Slowly, Brent worked his cock back and forth, each stroke forging a little deeper as the lube was distributed. He soon bottomed out, his balls pressed tightly to Bond’s ass. His nose and lips grazed the back of Bond’s neck, his hot breath warming the skin. As his arm went around Bond’s chest Brent found the small, hard points of Bond’s nipples, flicking and pinching them with his fingers, alternating from one to the other.
Bond’s breathing was low. ‘Oh…uh…uh…’ he repeated in time with Brent’s thrusts, each one growing in intensity.
Signaling with his hand on Brent’s hip, Bond slowed the pace until the thrusting stopped completely.
‘On my back,’ he instructed, pulling away, Brent’s cock sliding out. Seconds later, with Bond on his back and his knees pulled up against his chest, Brent moved into position and again planted himself inside his roommate.
Staring down into the face of his friend, details all but blurred out in what little light glowed from the clock, Brent swiftly found his rhythm again.
‘I can’t believe I’m fucking you,’ confessed Brent. ‘I wanted to for so long.’
‘Hell, yes, you’re fucking me,’ Bond confirmed, his body jiggling on the bed as Brent pounded steadily. ‘God almighty, you’re fucking me!’ His hand toyed with his own hard cock, knowing if he started stroking he’d blow his load.
Brent’s movements grew more urgent, his body straining. ‘No! No! Fuck it, I’m gonna cum! I can’t stop!’
‘CUM IN ME!,’ screamed Bond as he grabbed his cock and began to stroke furiously. Instantly Bond’s ass clamped tight with the onset of his orgasm, forcing Brent to shove in hard and deep to overcome the pressure.
Brent joined him as the first full, thick, hot wad of jizz fired from his cock, lodging sloppily into the tip of latex. ‘FUCK…OH FUCK…OH FUCK!’ he repeated loudly as each succeeding blast left his cock.
Bond’s first volley hit with a gooey splat under his chin, the second in the center of his chest, while several more with diminishing force landed on his stomach and, finally, ran down his grasping fingers.
Brent was out of breath, and out of cum, still fully inserted deep into Bond’s butt. The pulsing throb of his cock resonated through Bond’s lower body as he remained in place, taking deep breaths. Looking down he saw the glistening spots along the length of Bond’s torso. Leaning forward, Brent kissed Bond tenderly, lingering for several seconds, feeling the wetness of Bond’s cum smear between them.
Pushing himself back up, Brent began to pull out slowly. ‘I’m sorry.’
Bond raised his head and looked at Brent, wondering what he meant. ‘Sorry? For what? What’s wrong?’ he asked.
‘I didn’t mean to cum so fast,’ Brent answered, the embarrassment evident in his voice. ‘Sorry.’
Bond flopped his head back against the pillow, laughing. ‘What the fuck?’
Brent stood up at the side of the bed and pulled off the condom, now heavy with sperm. ‘Don’t laugh. It wasn’t that bad.’
‘Are you kidding?’ Bond questioned. ‘It was fucking great!’
Now standing next to Brent, Bond wrapped his arms around his roommate and kissed his cheek.
‘So, maybe it didn’t last a long time,’ Bond explained, ‘but it was hot and intense, and exactly what we needed. It doesn’t have to be a marathon.’
‘Well, yeah,’ Brent agreed.
‘You’ll last a lot longer next time,’ added Bond with a smile. ‘Shower?’
‘Um, yeah, sure,’ said Brent as Bond led the way to the bathroom. His eyes followed the rounded ass of the boy he’d just fucked, his cock twitching and swelling.
‘How soon is next time?’ Brent asked, grinning in the dark.
THE END
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He was nervous. Jerry couldn’t help it as he looked down at the shelf, seeing all the different types of condoms. Some were lubricated, some had something called spermacide included, others were labelled as being thin, transparent, sensual, ribbed and a host of other terms he found perplexing. He should know more, given he was 18, but he had led a sheltered life. Hell, sex had never been a topic in his house, and his parents had never sat him down and given him the ‘sex talk’ that others seemed to have found funny. Jerry wished he had gotten that talk, maybe it would be easier.

Even school had been less than honest. Okay, he had taken sex education classes, heard all about how he should not have sex until he was married, which would be rather hard. He liked guys, not girls and where he lived, no way could he get married, even if he wanted to. It was something he had wanted to ask, but then if he had, he’d have a lot of explaining to do, so he kept silent. Now he wished he had asked, though in all honesty he was glad he hadn’t.

He’d seen how the kids reacted to someone they thought was his way. The taunts, the catcalls, and worse. One of his classmates had shown up all battered and bruised. No one spoke to him, but you could see he was pretty bruised. The rumour was that his dad had found out about him, had heard the stories and had wailed on him. Most in school didn’t seem to care, and it was shortly after that Mark just stopped coming to school. No one knew what had happened, or if they did, they weren’t saying.

Jerry had kept under their radar, thankfully. Part of that was due to his father. He was after all the local Pastor, and no one suspected him of being that way. They figured he just had to be good, given who his dad was. Truth was, he was too damned scared to even think about reaching out to someone, though he wished he had.

That all was changed now. Here he was, thousands of miles away from home, living for the first time away from all he had grown up with. The language alone had taken him weeks to get used to. The way the others in his dorm spoke, made him blush at first, but he was now sort of used to it.

While the swearing had been an eye opener, the frank open talk about sex had floored him. He couldn’t believe half of what the others said, and yet they all seemed so open, so common about it, that it had to be true. If it was, then he had to be the only virgin in the entire College, and these were good Christian kids. After all, his parents wouldn’t send him to one of those so called ‘perverted places’ as they referred to the state run universities. Still, these kids were all brought up like him, in a family that supposedly didn’t go for sex before marriage, but most seemed to have been having sex for years.

It was perplexing, but he had no one to talk to, to ask questions of. He was a small fish in a huge ocean as he ate, slept, and did his studies alone. The group seemed to just swirl around him, ignoring him as if he wasn’t even there. That made it seem worse, but he tried to not let it get to him. It was scary enough just being in this place, let alone trying to fit in with the others. They were his age, yet seemed so much older as they talked about things he hadn’t a clue about.

It made his trip here all the more confusing. He still didn’t know why he was here, why he was even looking at condoms. It wasn’t like he would be using any, least not the way he was acting. Though he had his dreams, his fantasies about some. Those had always been with him, but he had never dared act on any. He doubted he could, though he had to admit, he’d like to try. But with whom?

There had been the trips to the local swimming hole when he had been in High School. He had found himself hanging out there a lot in his Senior Year, enjoying the rough housing but more than that, enjoying the hard lumps most of his friends were sporting. He knew what those were, and it always amazed him at how so many always seemed to have them. It confused him, because there rarely were any girls at the swimming hole, yet most of his friends always seem excited. Least that was how he referred to it.

Seeing his friends in swim shorts, bare chested always made him blush, because it excited him. When it first began, he had no idea what it meant, though he guessed later on. It was wrong, or so his teachers always said, his parents too. Yet if it was so wrong, he wondered why his body did it? Surely his mind was stronger than some animal instinct, but obviously not. For a long time he felt like he was doing something wrong, but the more time he spent at the swimming hole, the more he began to understand that others were just as excited. They all couldn’t be perverts, could they?

Now he knew what it was, that it was natural. Yet for him, it wasn’t seeing the girls that made him get that way. It was staring at the others, the guys, that got him feeling that way. He knew it was nothing he could prevent, it was his own natural way, that maybe wasn’t the majority’s way, but it wasn’t wrong either. That was something College life had already taught him. He no longer felt so guilty about seeing a good looking male, and having his body react.

Still, as he fumbled around the shelf, picking up condom packages and reading the box, he didn’t quite understand why he had come here. Maybe it was simply that he had been walking down the street, following that long haired skate boarder. The way the guy would lean and twist around while pushing himself along on top of his skateboard had given him one of those feelings.

The young man seemed to not notice him, but he had noticed the guy. The way he would lean at times, his bum filling out those loose pants. Just the way they seemed to grow firm and all, had made him feel warm all over. Then the way his body would lean to one side, would make him wonder about what he looked like without the baggy clothes. Was he skinny with his ribs sticking out or was he fully developed?

He also wondered about other things, but he couldn’t see the front and the guy had stopped by the drugstore. He had kicked the board up and grabbed it, then walked inside. Jerry had followed him and watched as he had gone straight to this area, picked up something and headed to the cashier. Jerry noticed the box, and as the young man paid for it, and walked past him to exit, he saw him stare at him. The guy nodded, as if they knew each other, and even smiled. Somehow, that small smile, that little friendly gesture had made his body shake. He could feel the ache in his crotch, and while he smiled back, he wished he could just say something.

His eyes had moved from the young man’s face, and he saw the flat package. If the skate boarder was excited, he didn’t show it, least not in those pants. He felt a little disappointed but now found himself at the same part of the store, checking out the various condoms.

‘Need any help?’

The voice startled him as he turned around to stare into a familiar face. It was one of the guys he had seen in his dorm common room. Jerry could feel his face starting to blush, as he tried to figure out what to say. This guy was a friend of his roommate, and he didn’t need to start any gossip. Christ, what if he had seen him staring at the skateboarder? Sweat was beading up on his forehead, and his palms were sticky as he wiped one hand on his pant leg.

‘Uh no, no thanks, just looking.’

‘Got a hot date later?’

‘Huh? Oh, no, no, just uh checking the prices out’

The man smiled, which only made Jerry more nervous. It was one of those ‘knowing’ type smiles, where the other person thought they knew what was going on, but didn’t. Strange though, he found him rather attractive, the way his blonde hair hung across his forehead, the long eye lashes fluttering a bit.

‘Your Jerry aren’t you?’

‘Yes,’

‘Thought I recognized you, I am Matt, I know Steve, he bunks with you, right?’

‘Steve, yeah he does.’

He was petrified at being discovered here. Yet at the same time he couldn’t help but look, it was as if his eyes had a will of their own. A quick glance down and he saw the little bulge, which got his heart pounding faster. He was already uncomfortable at being discovered, not it was compounded by what he saw. He quickly averted his gaze, not sure what to do.

‘Steve says your father is a Preacher in your town, that right?’

Panic was tearing at him. He didn’t know what to do, or what to say. It was odd that this guy even knew his name, let alone who is father was. It was even more upsetting to know that his roommate had talked about him. He thought no one noticed him, specially Steve. Though he had to admit, he rather liked having a roommate, even if he did snore.

‘Huh? Uh, yes, yes he is, why?’

‘Just curious, seen you around, but you never join in the bull sessions, we too boring for you?’

‘No, no not at all, I uh, I mean I didn’t think I should uh, I uh’

‘Didn’t think we’d let you in?’

‘I guess, yeah, sort of.’

‘It isn’t that way at all, everyone is welcome, maybe you’ll join us one of these times?’

It was like a gift from heaven. Maybe he wasn’t a pariah, as he had thought. Jerry also felt relieved. Matt obviously hadn’t seen him checking his package out, and he smiled to himself. He was good at picking up the terms, he thought.

‘Thanks, sure I’ll do that.’

‘Great, well I have to get back to work, sure there is nothing I can help you with?’

Jerry nodded no, afraid to say what was really on his mind. He did want help, but he doubted that Matt would give it to him, though he might give him some answers to a few burning questions he had. Then again, he didn’t want to come across as a complete idiot either. So he passed on saying anything more, afraid to trust himself to not just blurt stuff out. He worried a lot about that.

As Matt just grinned, and turned to head back to the cash counter, Jerry couldn’t help but notice his firm butt. The way they filled out the jeans so perfectly made him lick his lips. The way they were shaped, the way they moved side to side as Matt walked had interested him, in the way he was sort of getting used to.

Steve, his roommate was always walking around in a state of undress. Jerry hated that, and yet loved it too. Problem was it always got him excited, because Steve also had a nice rear end. Specially when he had nothing but those tight fitting white semi boxer shorts on. He wished he could see more, but what he saw was enough to always get his own dick hard. Though in all honesty, he rather thought Matt’s butt was nicer.

Suddenly he realized he wasn’t alone anymore. He looked up and there was Matt, once more standing in front of him. Jerry couldn’t help himself, as he looked at Matt’s front, seeing the bulge was a bit more pronounced than before. His eyes moved up towards Matt’s face, and saw he had a small little grin curling across his lips. They were thin and pale, but matched the rest of Matt’s lean angular look. The hair was still hanging down, over one eye. He also realized how piercing those eyes were, as they were fixed intently on him. Jerry felt himself squirm a bit, unsure if Matt had seen him look, there.

‘I gotta ask you something, hope you don’t mind’

Jerry felt himself breaking out in a cold sweat. What could Matt need to ask him? Had he tipped him off? Did he guess that maybe Jerry was into guys, and was about to ask? Would he answer, could he?

‘Sure, uh, what?’

‘How do you put up with Steve’s snoring?’

He hadn’t expected that one. Relief filled his mind, as he relaxed a little. He had dodged another awkward moment, he thought until he began to wonder. How did Matt know Steve snored?

‘I don’t know, I uh, I guess I just ignore it.’

‘Lucky, I can’t. I mean you don’t get the full force I suppose, but when he’s right next to you, it sure can keep you awake.’

‘I uh, I guess it would, I uh’

‘Don’t sweat it, didn’t mean to imply you were sleeping with each other, besides, I’d know if he was.’

‘I uh, I mean, no, no we aren’t, nothing like that, I uh’

Matt stared at him, as he stuttered and he looked down. He couldn’t help himself, he was certain that Matt had figured it out, knew that he had thought about Steve, and that maybe, though no, he couldn’t know what he was thinking, could he? Jerry glanced up to see the small smile gone, instead the eyes were staring right at him, moving up and down his shaking body. Least he thought he was shaking, as he felt like a deer caught in a pair of headlights at midnight.

‘You don’t have a hot date, do you?’

‘No’

‘You have never used a condom, have you?’

‘No’

Matt just looked at him. Jerry felt like such a child, being 18 didn’t seem to matter. He was a virgin, and that part of his secret was out now. The rest in his dorm would know it soon enough, and he could only imagine the taunts, the teasing he would endure now.

‘Uh, you had any kind of sex? I mean, anything, groping, kissing, anything like that?’

‘no’

‘shit sorry, uh, you jerk off even?’

Jerry looked up at Matt, and saw a strange look of confusion, along with compassion. It wasn’t something he had ever seen in someone before, least not when they were talking about guys like him, virgins that is.

‘sort of, sometimes.’

Matt stared at Jerry, his eyes boring in and then suddenly he reached out and grabbed a box of Ramses condoms. He handed them to Jerry, looked at his watch and told him to wait. He’d be off in ten minutes, and Jerry was to wait for him outside, after he paid for the condoms.

Jerry didn’t know what to say, but he complied, feeling totally deflated. His secret was out, and it would only be a matter of time before the rest of his secret would be making the rounds around the dorm, then the entire school until eventually he’d get that call from his father or more than likely his mother. He knew his father would never speak to him, once he found out.

Time flew as he contemplated his life, his despair. Matt was out on time and he more or less followed behind him as they headed back to the University. He felt like he was going to be paraded around the dorm, as they made their way up to his floor, then to his dorm room.

Matt walked in, and Steve was sitting at his desk. Jerry walked over and sat on his bed, afraid to look at Steve, or at Matt. He heard them talking, felt Steve looking over at him, and he knew, it was beginning. The story wouldn’t take long now, to go through the whole floor, then the building. He could hear them talking about him, the whispers, the finger pointing. Tears were welling up as Matt’s feet suddenly appeared in front of him. He looked up and Steve was standing next to Matt, his face not showing anger, not even amusement, just sort blank, sort of.

‘What goes on here, it stays in here, right Steve?’

‘right’

‘Jerry?’

‘I don’t.. uh.. yes, yes it stays between us’

‘okay, so you ever watched any porn? You know, sex videos?’

‘Me? No, nothing like that, I have seen the covers in some stores, but never had the nerve to uh.. you know.’

‘Magazines?’

‘One or two, why?’

Matt turned and looked at Steve. Their eyes met and Steve just nodded, taking his lead from Matt.

‘First time I ever saw two guys doing it was back in camp. It seemed funny at the time, but it turned me on, you know? Got me hard. You ever get that way? I mean when you see Steve walk around in his shorts, that get you uh, you know, hard down there?’

His face flushed and he couldn’t bear to look at Steve. His eyes were downcast as he muttered yes, not sure where Matt was heading with his questions. It felt like being before his Father, being questioned about his love for Jesus, about his devotion, and it felt strange, the way he wanted to answer, to do whatever Matt wanted, if anything.

‘It’s okay dude, I checked you out a few times too, its natural, ya know?’

Jerry stared up at Steve. He couldn’t believe it and as he heard the words, he felt suddenly at ease. Well not totally as he still felt like there was going to be a price to pay for this. Though he had to admit, it felt nice to know that someone else felt like him, and liked what he saw too. And Steve was right, it did feel natural.

‘You checked him out?’

‘Like you haven’t?’

‘I don’t sleep in the same room as him’

‘So? Besides, you know I like to look’

‘Tart’

‘Yep, but you taught me, so what does that make you?’

‘A teacher, you bitch, uh, sorry Jerry, he’s always this way’

‘I uh, I don’t’

‘Simple, you are what some would call, a rare breed. Virgins in college aren’t that common, and well, you seem nice enough, so just like I learned by watching, maybe, you might like to have a few pointers from a couple of semi experienced guys like Steve there, and of course a more professional opinion from me? You don’t have to do anything, but, well, like Steve says, you are hot, and well the more the merrier.’

‘More the merrier? I don’t understand, I don’t you think I am hot? That’s good, right?’

Matt just grinned, while Steve let out a small giggle. They looked at each other, and the look that passed between them made Jerry shift himself on his bed a little. It was rather strange to watch they way they looked at each other, the way their faces would light up and how their eyes always seemed to be full of laughter, of desire even, Least it was what he thought it was, but he wasn’t certain.

‘Yeah it’s all good man. So, you ever even touched another guy? Felt his dick or anything?’

‘no’

‘wanted to, though, right?’

‘yes’

As soon as he said it, he knew it was over. Matt might say it would never leave the room, but he knew differently. It would, and his father would hear, then it would be over for him. He’d be in disgrace, all because he couldn’t control his urges. Least that would be what his father would say, if he spoke to him after finding out.

He looked up and saw both of them now standing in front of him. He couldn’t help but notice that their pants bulged, at the groin. Jerry felt himself swallow hard, as he stared at what he knew as two guys with erections. His eyes were wide open as he stared, not sure what to say or even do. They at least didn’t seem to mind him looking. His pulse suddenly shot up as he noticed Matt’s hand around his waist, and he saw him undo the button. He licked his lips, afraid of what was going to happen, yet also very excited by the thought of it.

Matt kicked off his runners, and then to Jerry’s amazement, he pushed his pants down to his ankles, stepping out of the tight fitting jeans quickly. He stood up showing his bulging erection. Jerry saw the dark outline of the long pole etched across the thin fabric of the same type of boxers as Steve wore. He gulped and looked up at Matt, then over to Steve, then back again at Matt.

There was a connection and he lowered his eyes as Matt shoved his shorts down to his knees, then his ankles. He stepped out and once more stood up, directly in front of Jerry. There in front of his eyes, was a naked cock, sticking out at him. He saw the way the head of it was a deeper purple red tone than the rest of the long shaft.

Licking his lips he just stared at the cock for several minutes. Then his eyes moved towards the two hanging sacs underneath. He saw how they hung, how the skin looked darker, tiny little hairs across them and yet as he looked at them, he wondered what it would be like to touch them, to make them jiggle. Sweat was pouring off his forehead, as he sat there staring.

Suddenly he saw Steve, kneeling down next to Matt, and watched in awe as he reached over and grabbed hold of the two balls. His eyes bulged as he watched while Steve fondled them, then brought his face forward, and took both of those eggs into his mouth. He heard the slurping sound, as the hand had reached up and was holding onto Matt’s cock. The fingers were wrapped around the pole, pushing it out of the way of Steve’s mouth.

The head moved up, and he saw Steve’s tongue flicking out, licking at the base of the pole, that was being held by his fingers. Slowly he felt himself growing hot, as Steve continued to lick at Matt’s balls, then the groin area, by the base of the stiff cock. Soft whimpering sounds came to him as he looked up to see Matt leaning back a little. His eyes were closed as his Adam’s apple bopped up and down. He was rubbing his body, his hands moving across his stomach and chest.

Looking back down, he watched as Steve now began to lick at the underside of Matt’s pole. He was feeling the ache in his own groin as Steve’s tongue ran up and along the entire throbbing pole. He could see it quiver, see it shake as Steve’s mouth moved along the long pole. He watched in awe as Steve’s tongue flicked up and around the head itself. He saw it take the white gleaming drop of fluid and heard a deep moan come from Steve as he licked hard at the head. His hands were sweating as he continued to stare, watching every move of Steve’s tongue, even seeing Matt’s hand come down to grip several strands of Steve’s hair. He looked up to see Matt peering down at Steve, seeing the look in his eyes and he smiled, enjoying the sight. He wished someone would do that to him, as he turned back to watch more of the action.

Steve had shuffled in front more, blocking some of his view, but not all. Jerry felt the sweat dripping from his forehead, as he watched the lips wrap around the head. He couldn’t believe it as he saw his head being pulled in by Matt’s hands, but no resistance from Steve was evident. He heard himself moan as he saw the head moving in, the sight of Matt’s cock disappearing into Steven’s mouth. The sounds were making his whole body tingle as he stared at the two young men.

The small tremor of Matt’s thigh muscle caught his eye, then he heard the moan. His own body was aching, his legs spread apart and open as Steve’s mouth continued to move in and out. The long shaft looking harder each time, glistening from being held deep inside of Steve’s mouth. It was something to witness, and he looked up to see Matt staring at him. There was a huge grin on his face, and his eyes were sparkling as he looked down at Jerry.

Jerry smiled back, and then lowered his eyes as he watched Steve continue to suck on Matt’s cock. He was biting his lower lip as he watched Steve’s head move faster and faster, and he felt his own hand suddenly doing the same thing. Jerry glanced down to realize that he had pulled his own cock out, that he was stroking himself off, in rhythm to Steve’s sucking. He felt suddenly terrified but as he looked up at Matt, that smile was still there, his eyes were approving, as he reached down to grab Steve’s head. Both of his hands held tightly onto Steve, as he cried out, and shot his hips forward.

He watched the muscles in Matt’s face, saw the cheeks pulling back and the brow grow furled and tight as he quickly turned his eyes back down to Matt’s crotch. His hand pumping his own cock, no longer worried about what Matt or Steve might think. He felt the lust taking over as he saw the cock being driven deep into Steve’s mouth. He swallowed hard, wishing it was his mouth, his throat as Matt cried out again.

Jerry closed his own eyes, as his body shook and shuddered. The ache in his crotch exploded and the sticky white cum was flowing between his fingers as he felt the bed lurch, felt his legs tighten and grew light headed. His body quivered and shuddered, as he cried out his own pleasure, matching the cries from Matt.

He was panting, and feeling totally drained, as he leaned back, no longer having enough strength to sit upright. Slowly he opened his eyes to see Matt looking at him, smiling. Steve was still on his knees, licking his lips with some white stuff around the corners, as he too was smiling. Both were looking at him, and Jerry realized that he had just made two new friends, friends that he had never thought he’d ever have.

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‘Get your junk outta my face!’ protested Rich, pushing his buddy away. ‘I’ve got a class in twenty minutes.’

JD stood next to the bed naked, his dick half erect, smiling despite his friend’s rejection. Rich always had an excuse for not wanting to mess around when he wasn’t horny. He’d cum twice several hours earlier, now his body and mind were taking a break.

Tossing the sheet off, Rich rolled to the side of the bed and stood up. He, too, was naked, but not the least bit hard. His satisfied cock hung over shaved balls, the only part of him below the waist that didn’t have at least some hair on it. Sparse hair also grew across his lean torso giving him a somewhat more mature look than JD presented, but still obviously a young college aged male. In contrast, JD shaved every follicle, not that he had much to begin with, leaving only the neatly cut hair on his head. His smooth body made him look a couple of years younger than his actual nineteen.

‘You weren’t saying no last night,’ JD teased, still smiling as he casually stroked his cock, feeling it grow to full length in his hand.

Rich moved around the room picking up and pulling on his clothes. He consciously kept his eyes averted from JD’s body. He wasn’t in the mood for any further contact. JD knew that, but continued his teasing.

As Rich bent over to tie his shoes JD moved closer and waved his cock near Rich’s head, then added a quick slap of his hand to Rich’s denim covered ass.

‘God, stop it, JD,’ Rich hissed. ‘You’re such a queer.’

JD withdrew, knowing it wasn’t any use. When Rich wasn’t horny he could be almost hateful.

Rich moved to the apartment door and opened it to leave. Before it shut he heard JD’s final comment of the morning.

‘I’ll stop when you stop.’

They’d met a few months ago in the second semester of their freshman year, both assigned to the same study group in a literature class. Even though neither one considered themselves gay they’d somehow gravitated toward each other, talking more often outside of class. They had felt a growing tension, but not discussed it or acted on it, unsure of new feelings. Two weeks turned into a month, then two months. During a Friday night out to unwind, and with the help of a few rounds of drinks bought by older students, innocent and friendly touches led to body contact and longing looks, then finally a quick, unsteady walk to JD’s apartment. They were too drunk to have sex, but not too drunk to pull off their clothes and fall on the bed, kissing deeply as they fell asleep. The tension was broken, but the questions began.

Rich woke up first the next morning and left without a word. JD found him later that day in the cafeteria. Rich looked nervous as JD sat down across the table from him, but made no move to leave.

‘You ok?’ asked JD.

Rich answered bluntly, ‘Yeah.’

JD spoke softly and continued his interrogation. ‘It’s ok, you know. No big deal. Want to talk about it?’

‘No!’ Rich said pointedly. In a softer tone he added, ‘I mean, no, thanks. Sorry, I’m not mad. It’s not your fault.’

‘It’s not anyone’s fault,’ agreed JD. ‘It just happened. Don’t worry about it.’

Rich wasn’t convinced. ‘I can’t help but think about it. I never let it happen before.’

JD sat silently for a moment. ‘What do you mean you never ‘let it happen before’? Did another guy try?’

Rich didn’t answer, his face turning red. He felt the heat rising up through his clothes, sweat beginning to form. He stared down at his unfinished sandwich.

Now JD felt embarrassed, too, for even asking. ‘Sorry, I didn’t know.’ Standing to leave, JD reassured once more, ‘It’s ok.’

Rich spoke to him, but not until JD had walked away and was out of earshot. It was meant more for himself than for JD, anyway. ‘I’m not queer,’ he said to himself. ‘I’m not.’

Time went on, closer and closer to the end of the semester and summer break. JD and Rich continued to see each other around campus, and they talked, but not as much as before. When they did talk the tension they’d felt before had grown. Rich was always anxious and it was he who usually ended their conversations. JD was concerned, but didn’t want to risk making things worse by asking what was going on. JD’s attitude, in contrast, was much more relaxed.

JD didn’t want to go home for the summer leaving things unfinished, so with two weeks left before break he asked Rich to come by his apartment. He was a little surprised when Rich agreed without asking what JD wanted.

Rich knocked on the apartment door the next afternoon. Classes for the day were over for the both of them. JD answered the door wearing loose shorts and a t-shirt.

‘Hey, come in,’ greeted JD. Rich looked around as if he was checking to see who might witness him enter the apartment, then stepped inside. He appeared nervous once again.

‘How are things going?’ JD asked.

‘Ok,’ was Rich’s short reply. He’d walked into the apartment, turned a time or two as if he’d never been there before, then sat down at the far end of the small sofa. JD took the chair at the other end, facing Rich from about eight feet away.

Silence settled in for a few moments before Rich asked, ‘What did you want to see me about?’

JD knew he may as well get on with it. ‘What’s going on?’ he asked in a more serious tone.

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean why are we like this? I think we’re friends,’ JD explained. ‘I don’t want to go home for the summer and worry about you. We were best buds for two months then something fucked it up.’

Rich laughed sarcastically. ‘You don’t remember? What the fuck!? It’s all I think about and you don’t fucking remember!’

‘You mean that kiss?’

‘FUCK YEAH!’ Rich exclaimed a little too loud.

All JD could think to say was, ‘So?’

‘I’m not queer!’ demanded Rich.

‘I never said you were,’ JD offered.

‘But you think it, don’t you?’ Rich asked accusingly.

‘No, I don’t. And if I did,’ JD explained to his friend, ‘I wouldn’t care. I still like you.’

Rich got quiet, shifting his position on the couch nervously.

JD continued. ‘I don’t give a fuck who’s gay or straight. It’s sex. We don’t always have good judgement or control about what turns us on. Ok?’

Rich looked up and into JD’s face. ‘Are you gay? If you are I want to know.’

‘I think I’m bi,’ JD answered candidly. ‘Some guys turn me on. And some girls. I do what feels good. You have a problem with that?’

‘So you kissed me that night because it felt good?’

‘I guess so. We were pretty drunk. But, yeah, it felt good. I like the way guys kiss.’

Rich stood up, giving JD the impression he was going to leave, but only stood there nervously tapping his foot. In response JD also stood up. Rich stepped toward the door, but stopped next to JD.

‘It felt good?’ Rich asked again.

‘Yeah.’

‘I’m not queer,’ whispered Rich as he moved to press his mouth to JD’s.

With little warning Rich was forcefully kissing JD harder and harder, driving his tongue deep into his friend’s mouth. JD managed to catch his breath and let the invasion continue. Rich had thrown his arms around JD’s shoulders and pulled the two of them together in a crushing embrace. A slight humping motion in Rich’s hips became more pronounced as the kissing went on. JD didn’t mind at first, but finally thought Rich was losing control.

‘Stop…’ JD tried to say between thrusts of Rich’s tongue. He eventually pulled away far enough to spit out the words. ‘Stop it!’

Rich looked into JD’s eyes with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. Trying to compose himself he said, ‘I’m sorry. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I’ve wanted to do that again since the first time. I’m sorry.’ He stepped once more toward the door, but JD instantly closed the distance between them.

‘Stay. If you want to. Just take it easy.’ This time JD began the kiss, keeping it light and playful, slowly snaking his tongue along Rich’s lips and into his mouth.

Rich’s hands began an exploration of JD’s body, first over the material of his t-shirt, then under it. The smooth skin felt so warm and alive under his finger tips. He let his hands wander upwards as he followed JD’s spine from the small of his back to his shoulder blades, then back down, around to his tight stomach and up his chest. Feeling the hard nubs of JD’s nipples Rich stopped long enough to stroke them. They grew harder under his fingers and JD gave out a low moan of pleasure.

JD separated them again, but not completely. Taking Rich by the hand he instructed, ‘Come with me.’

Without a word Rich followed JD to the bed. A typical college type room, clothes hung on a chair, lay in a small pile on the floor, the bed was unmade. Continuing to grip Rich’s hand JD reached with the other and tossed the bedspread and top sheet to the foot of the bed. He turned back to Rich.

‘Get naked.’

Rich started slow, but pulled at his clothes more quickly as he watched JD. Wearing little, JD was in the raw ahead of Rich. Rich paused a second or two as JD’s hard cock caught his attention. Half a minute later he joined JD totally naked and rock hard.

JD stepped backward and sat on the bed, reaching for Rich at the same time. JD lay back on the bed, his legs hanging off the side, his cock hard and pointed toward his face. He pulled Rich down on top of him.

For the first time in his life Rich felt the hard, hot pulsing of another male’s erection against him. He also felt his own rubbing against JD’s smooth abdomen. Instinctively he began a fucking motion against JD’s body.

‘Fuck, Rich. You are so horny. And so fucking hot,’ JD stated just before pulling Rich into another kiss. Their tongues traded places back and forth. Wet licking and sucking of each other’s mouths, lips, and tongues grew more intense. By now JD was as horny as Rich.

JD pushed his hand between them and found Rich’s cock. It was slick with precum as Rich continued to grind. The added pressure of JD’s fingers made Rich whimper. JD began an upward movement of his legs, eventually wrapping them around Rich’s waist. He crossed his ankles and pulled Rich against him tight enough to stop the humping motion.

JD looked at Rich’s face. His eyes were closed, his expression making it appear his mind was far away. JD knew what needed to happen and stated it as matter of fact. ‘You need to fuck me.’

Rich’s eyes popped open and he looked down at JD. A light coating of sweat made him shine under the small amount of sun coming in through the blinds. Rich was sweaty, too, which excited him further as he felt himself sliding against JD’s chest and stomach.

JD had managed to reach his nightstand and withdraw a bottle of lube. Popping the cap, he squirted a generous glob into his other hand and reached for both their cocks.

The new sensation took Rich by surprise. ‘OH! SHIT! FUCK!’

JD smiled and reached lower to smear some lube across his ass. He wasn’t any kind of bottom, but he wanted Rich to fuck him. The idea was too hot to pass up.

As JD wiggled beneath him Rich asked, ‘Is it safe?’

‘You a virgin?’ JD asked in return.

Bashfully, Rich nodded.

‘It’s cool, my ass is virgin territory,’ JD affirmed. ‘Fuck me.’

Rich moved down JD’s body far enough to slip his cock past JD’s balls and into the smooth impression of his awaiting hole. The lube left no doubts it was slippery enough. Lining up to what felt was the right place Rich began to nudge his cock against JD’s ass. That small amount of activity alone was driving Rich crazy with lust, he couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to be inside JD.

Continuing his slow drive inward Rich pushed with more determination and took clues from JD’s facial expressions and sounds.

‘Mmm…oh, yeah,’ JD directed, ‘Right there.’

Suddenly, Rich felt a tight, warm, wetness swallow the head of his cock. Simultaneously, JD moaned loudly.

‘Oh, fuck! You’re in my ass!’

Uncontrolled, Rich invaded further, feeling the body of his friend take him in. He wanted to be careful, but couldn’t help himself.

‘Jesus!’ JD hissed, but made no attempt to stop Rich from going on.

Within seconds Rich was up to his balls in JD’s ass. He trembled slightly, but managed to hold his position. JD felt stretched to the breaking point, but couldn’t get over how much he wanted this to happen. His legs tightened again around Rich’s waist, holding him still for as long as he could. He felt every twitch and pulse of Rich’s cock, the soft, wiry scratching of pubic hair pushing at his hole. JD adjusted somewhat and loosened his grip on Rich’s waist.

As soon as he could Rich began a slow paced grinding of his hips. Not an in and out motion, more of side to side, engrossed in the way JD’s body felt under and around him. As before, when his body couldn’t wait any longer, he started to fuck. Short, slow strokes in and out at first, which soon became longer and more intense. Each thrust drove air from JD’s lungs, his vocal cadence keeping time to Rich’s movements.

‘Uhn…yeah…fuck…me…oh…god…fuck…yeah…mmm…uhn…’

Rich was too young to hold back for very long and didn’t even try. His breathing was ragged, but he managed to let JD know it was having the ultimate affect on him.

‘Oh god! Oh, god! OH, GOD! I’m gonna cum!’ With a violent thrust he speared his shooting cock deep into JD, causing his partner to wince and moan yet again.

Rich’s cumming seemed to him to go on and on, much longer than any time he’d ever jacked off. It was fantastically more intense, almost painful. During his orgasmic spasms he’d raised up stiff-armed above JD which gave JD all the room he needed to reach between them and stroke his own slimy cock. As Rich’s orgasm ended JD’s began. The hardness within him helped drive his load up the length of his cock, the first volley flying well past his head. His chest and stomach soon felt hot wads of cum as he kept stroking, not wanting to lose a millisecond of all he was experiencing. It had been a little rough at first, but JD knew for sure he’d want to get fucked again, and maybe soon.

Both boys felt exhausted, but warmly content. Rich stayed hard for several more minutes, but finally pulled back enough to exit JD’s ass. JD lowered his legs back down over the side of the bed and relaxed. Rich’s head was nestled face down against JD’s shoulder.

Several minutes passed before JD spoke again. ‘I need a shower.’

Rich began to move and untangled himself from JD. His cock was inflated, but hanging about half hard. JD rolled himself up to a sitting position, stretched his legs, and stood up. He felt lube and cum slowly running down his leg so he gingerly made his way to the bathroom and into the shower. He emerged a few minutes later, then Rich took a turn. Neither of them said anything.

When showered and dry Rich returned to the bedroom and gathered his clothes, putting each item back on for his walk to the dorm. JD stayed naked, he had no plans to go anywhere for a while. Walking to the apartment door Rich opened it to leave, while JD stood slightly to the side. A mood change was already evident in Rich. He confirmed how far his mood had swung with his last comment of the afternoon.

‘This doesn’t make me queer.’

JD nodded and shut the door.

During the next two weeks, before they’d be separated for the summer, Rich returned to JD’s apartment three times. They experimented with cock sucking, which JD enjoyed immensely, but Rich all but insisted he fuck JD. As with the first time, as soon as Rich had cum and calmed down his attitude turned dark. JD wanted to say something, but at the same time didn’t want to cause any problems or do anything that would put a stop to the sex. Plus, he knew in a couple more days they’d be apart.

With the last day of their freshman year at an end Rich stopped at JD’s long enough to say goodbye, then headed out of town. Finishing some final packing, JD did the same.

It was early September and school was back in session. The second day JD saw Rich walking between the buildings of the apartment complex, apparently looking for him. Within a few minutes they were together in the unit JD would use for the school year. Rich didn’t waste any time.

Grabbing roughly from behind, Rich wrapped his arms around JD’s chest. Pulling them tightly together he began a slow grind of his cock against JD’s jeans-covered butt. ‘I missed this,’ he said softly.

JD felt his own cock begin to stir, but wasn’t going to give in so easy this time.

‘Didn’t you get any ass all summer?’ JD questioned.

‘Back home? Fuck, no. Everybody knows me.’

‘Duh, I know you.’

Rich sighed. ‘But you’re my college bud. And you’re broken in.’

JD struggled to turn around in Rich’s grasp. ‘I’m not just an ass you can fuck when you feel like it,’ JD pointed out, frustration creeping into the tone of his words.

‘I didn’t mean it like that,’ Rich replied before JD cut him off.

‘And I don’t know what’s going on in your head, but you can cut out the ‘I’m not queer’ routine,’ JD insisted.

‘But I’m not…’

‘I don’t care what you are. But don’t run to me when you’re horny, then deny anything happened. That’s really fucked up.’

Rich let go and backed away, unsure of what to do or say.

‘Just admit you like to fuck guys,’ JD pushed. ‘Or at least that you like fucking me. You don’t have to call yourself queer or gay. After all, it’s not love; it’s fucking.’

‘I…I thought you liked it,’ Rich stammered.

‘I do like it. But I admit I like it.’

Rich was still hard, his cock tenting his jeans. He was horny, but turned and went to the door. JD didn’t try to stop him this time.

‘I guess I’ll see you,’ Rich said weakly.

JD didn’t reply as Rich left the apartment. After the door closed he murmured his thoughts to himself. ‘He won’t last a week.’

Five nights later JD heard a knock at the door. As expected, he opened it to find Rich. He looked tired and anxious, but good looking as ever. His cock had begun to swell and rise under the nylon shorts he wore. Without being asked Rich stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

‘Ok. I like fucking you. Please. I need to fuck you. Real bad.’

JD smiled. ‘It’s a start,’ he said walking to the bedroom.

They fucked twice during the night, the first time hard and fast, animalistic. Rich was rough, but couldn’t help it, and JD understood. The second time, an hour later, was slow and determined, made to last. By the time they both reached orgasm again it was going on 1:00 am. JD convinced Rich it was too late to head back to the dorm, so the two of them spent their first entire night together. By morning Rich was his old self.

‘Get your junk outta my face!’ protested Rich, pushing his buddy away. ‘I’ve got a class in twenty minutes.’

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It is obviously not safe to place yourself in the hands of a man you do not know under such vulnerable conditions. If you are not yet 18 years of age or not yet 21 years of age, depending on the country, you are too young to read this and should depart from here until you reach the legal age If you are offended by imagination of sex between men or master slave type sex then you should not read this.

I write this as I do all my stories. I am the submissive male. This allows my imagination to run wild, and I can see myself experiencing each scenario that I conjure up.

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The following story is a common fantasy involving police officers and a man who inadvertently winds up as their captive and is put into non consensual sexual slavery. He is forced to endure as many sadistic torments as the writer’s imagination can devise.

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Driving back after finishing the work that took me several miles from home, I am traveling through a small town when I am pulled over by a cruiser. Not knowing what I have done, I sit quietly until the officer approaches my car.

When I ask what the problem is, he says, ‘Step out of the car. Figuring that this must be a case of mistaken identity, I do as I am told. Ushering me to the front of my car, he growls, ‘Put you hands on the hood and spread your legs.’ Without saying anything else, the officer searches the car and then radios in to the station. Coming back to me, he pulls my wrists behind my back and handcuffs them together.

When I try to protest, he flings me around, grabs me by the neck and says, ‘Shut up and get on your knees, pussy.’ I am shoved immediately to my knees, and as the officer holds my head down, another cruiser pulls up and two others get out.

One of them says, ‘Well, it looks like we got us a new slave boy! We’re going to have a party with this fucker tonight. Let’s haul his ass back to the cabin.’ The officer holding my head grabs my hair and pulls me to my feet. Shoving me against the car, he unlocks the cuffs and shouts angrily, ‘Take off your fucking clothes; NOW! boy!’

I plead with him saying, ‘Please, I didn’t do anything. Please, let me go. I’ll give you all my money.’

They just laugh and one officer says, ‘Take off your fuckin’ clothes pussy, or I’ll cut them off with my blade.’ I sense how alone and outnumbered I am, so I hastily strip my off my clothes and stand naked before them trying to cover my cock and balls. An officer slaps my hands away and grabs my balls in his gloved hand; giving them a squeeze, he sneers, ‘Your fucking little balls are shaved. Hey guys, we’ve found ourselves a slave boy. He’s a little skinny, but we’ll make good use of his mouth and ass. Turn around pussy and put your hands behind your back.’

Reluctantly, I turn around, and he puts the handcuffs back on, buckles on leather leg restraints, and puts a collar with a leash attached around my neck. I have a sinking feeling that they have abducted others before, and I am afraid that I am in for a long, long night. My journey begins when they put me in the back of one of the cruisers and order me to lay face down on the seat.

As the car speeds down the road, the driver yells back to me, ‘You’re going to enjoy this pussy. We have a cabin back in the woods that we use to party with pussy boys like you.’

I feel my complete helplessness. I’m naked, cuffed and chained. There is no escape. I have a very disturbing feeling that my worst fears will come true. I am being taken to an out-of-the-way place where I will be forced to do whatever they want, and no one, but no one will be able to find me or hear my cries and screams.

We travel for only a short while over rough roads when the car comes to a stop. The back door opens, and I am dragged out by my leash; an officer uses his belt on my naked ass landing blow after blow as I am rushed into the cabin; Once through the door, I am roughly thrown on the floor. Without my hands to break my fall, my chest and face slam into the carpet. As I lay shaking and looking around the room, the three officers strip to their underwear and sit down on chairs around me.

One of the officers says, ‘You look like you are ready to suck a cock, slave boy; you took off your clothes without a fight, and you didn’t even protest when we cuffed you. Come on pussy, get your skinny ass over here and put your head between my legs. I got a big dick I want to stick in your mouth.’

I look at him in fear, but I struggle to my knees and crawl over to the officer. After pulling off his underwear and grabbing the leash, he jerks my head between his legs. His thick, heavily veined cock is limp when he takes it in his hand and said, ‘Open wide pussy. I’m going to rape your hot, little mouth.’ When I hesitate and turn my head away because I don’t want to suck his cock, he grabs a handful of my hair and screams, ‘I said, open up cock sucker!’

Not knowing what to do, I tremble in fear as I open my mouth and lower my head to his cock. Closing my lips around his dick, I suck and swirl my tongue around the head as his cock begins to harden. He forces me to bob my head up and down, trying to slam his whole dick down my throat. I gag slightly but he holds me in place until his cock is fully erect. Now I can’t get it all in my mouth, but I keep sucking and lathering his dick with my saliva. Several minutes later as he moans in approval, he says, ‘Keep sucking, pussy. I’m going to fill your mouth with a hot load of my sweet cum.’

Hearing this, I try to pull away because I’ve never tasted cum before, but he slaps me across the face and jerks hard on the leash, forcing me to continue. Within moments, he begins to tense up, his cock growing even larger. Then he starts to thrust his cock deeply into my mouth. As his cum starts to shoot into my mouth, he yells out, ‘Swallow it bitch; eat it all.’ I take each glob of his load into my mouth and swallow it as I continue to suck his cock.

The other men begin laughing and clapping at my humiliation while the officer keeps ramming his dick into my mouth, not letting me pull away until his spasms subside. Then he sneers at me, ‘Pretty good blow job, pussy. You must do this a lot.’

When I don’t answer or look at him, he grunts, ‘Now clean off my cock and balls so you can get to work on another dick.’ I suck the remaining cum from his cock and lick his balls clean. As his limp dick falls from my mouth, I bow my head in shame as they continue to laugh at me. ‘We got whole lot more cock for you tonight, slave boy.’

Before I can clear my mouth of the cum, the first cop tosses the leash to the second guy who grabs it and makes me crawl over to him. As I struggle to keep from falling on my face, he yells, ‘Come on, pussy boy, you’re just getting started tonight.’

As I kneel between his legs, he grabs my head, and shoves his cock into my wide open mouth. Then I hear a knock on the door. Pushing me away, one of the cops say, ‘It must be the sheriff. Open the door.’ I was jerked around to face the door as a large figure walked in. The sheriff looks to be about six-feet tall and solidly built.

One of the officers says, ‘We’ve been warming him up for you.’ As I kneel before him, naked and cuffed hand and foot, the large man reaches down to grab my leash and yells to the others, ‘Hang him from the rafters, now.’ One cop jerks my wrists upward behind me forcing my face to the floor. Then, as I am held for a moment in this painful position, the cuffs are removed. But rather than being set free, I am jerked to my feet and my hands are bound in front and stretched over my head. A hanging chain is locked to the rings in my cuffs keeping my hands and arms over my head.

Then the sheriff walks up to me, glares down at me, slaps in my face and growls, ‘Open your fuckin’ mouth slave boy, I’ve got a surprise for you. He produces an ominous looking gag. Several black straps are attached to bright red ball. After sliding a strap under my chin, he forces the ball into my mouth and buckles the other straps behind my head. Finally, he covers my eyes with a blindfold.

My fear and anxiety grows with each new torment, and I begin to breathe heavily around the ball gag. While hanging from my cuffs, I endure a stinging slash across my ass. I cry out through the gag and try to move away, but my bound wrists keep me in place. The beating continues. ‘Beat his ass, and he’ll learn right here and right now to obey or be punished!’ The leather lashes crisscross my thighs, ass, and back. Tears run down my face, and my breathing becomes labored as I suffer through the savage beating. As I begin to lose conscious and control because of the pain, the beating stops.

Then the sheriff orders the others, ‘Spread his legs and chain his feet to the floor. This cunt can’t seem to stand still.’ Two officers roughly grab my ankles, spread my legs wide apart, and shackle them to eye bolts in the floor. This leaves my body hanging from the chain above me. I groan loudly through the ball gag, but they secure my ankles so I cannot move in any direction.

When they are finished, the sheriff grabs my cock and balls, winds a cord around them several times and then draws it up tight. Then he strokes my dick until I am hard. With my body spread eagled and my cock looped, he walks behind me and swings his whip up between my legs. The lashes make me scream through the ball gag, but he takes no pity on me.

Laughing, he hits me again and again while some cold, slippery substance is being shoved up my asshole. Then one of the cops walks up to me and rips off the blindfold, and a large black butt plug is placed before my eyes. Walking behind me, he works it around my ass hole, and then roughly shoves it in, making me grunt from the pain and fullness in my ass. ‘You took that pretty well, slave boy. I think it’s time we fuck you. Take his hands down.’

My hands are released, but my legs are kept shackled to the floor. As I lay face down, I can feel my hard cock beneath me and the rubber plug in my ass.

With my hands cuffed, my cock looped, a ball gag in my mouth, and my legs spread apart, I wait for the next assault, waiting to be raped against my will. My upper body is lifted off the floor and laid on a padded stool. My cuffed hands are stretched out and anchored to the floor. Walking up to me, one of the men gets on his knees, grabs my jaw, unbuckles the ball gag, and yells, ‘Open up your fuckin’ mouth slave boy. You’re going to lather up my dick before I fuck your ass.’

Taking a breath, I open my mouth when he squeezes my jaw. As I stare at the mushroom shaped head of his thick cock, I close my lips around it and begin to suck him. Grabbing my head, he moves it up and down on his dick as my spit runs down his cock. He yells to

another cop, ‘I’m going let this fucking cunt finish me off, so you can fuck him in the ass.’

‘Oh, Yeah! Let me at his skinny little ass. I want to shove my cock up his ass and fuck him long and hard.’ I feel him kneel behind me and wedge his legs close to my ass. Taking hold of the butt plug, he pulls it out of my ass. Then he places the tip of his dick on my ass hole and swirls it around to lubed it up.

Grabbing hold of my hips, he guides his cock to the entrance of my ass hole and begins shoving it past the puckered muscle. When the head goes through, I cry out in pain. Showing me no mercy he continues sliding more of it in, berating me with, ‘Relax, slave boy. I’m gonna fuck you! I’m going to rape your ass and cum deep inside, so you can scream all you want.’

With one cock in my mouth and another up my ass, I unwillingly submit to the humiliating rape. When the cock in my ass is shoved in, the cock in my mouth is pulled back. They keep up the rhythm, laughing and taunting me. The assault continues as the three of us begin to sweat from the exertion of fucking and being ass fucked and face fucked at the same time. One man holds my head while the other holds my hips and slaps my ass when I stop moving.

Then the officer banging away at my ass grabs my cock and begins to pump my shaft. He says, ‘This pussy likes our treatment. His cock is as hard as ours. You like it, don’t you, slave boy? Come on, tell me you like it, or we’ll fuck you until you can’t walk. Then we’ll beat your ass and take turns making you suck our cocks for the rest of the night.’

I hate what I am hearing, but somewhere in the deepest recesses of my mind, it must be true; I like the harsh treatment and abuse by these guys. I moan loudly as the rape continues. With my mouth and ass being filled with cock and my own dick being jacked off, I strain in my bondage trying to get loose. My cock is ready to explode, so I suck harder and try to move my ass toward the punishing cock. Sensing my movements, one cop says, ‘He’s trying cum!’

So they both begin a furious assault on my mouth and ass. Within moments I begin to moan and struggle around as my cock lets go a stream of cum. Then I taste the salty, hot sticky cum filling my mouth. As I swallow the first load, the other cop screams as he rams his cock deep in my ass and pours his hot cum in my belly. They hold their positions for several minutes gliding in and out of me until their cocks soften. When they pull away, I lay with cum dripping from my ass and mouth, spent and sore. They leave me with my wrists tied down and my legs spread and bolted to the floor. ‘We’ll be back later, cunt.’

I slump in my restraints dropping my head, unable to move. They leave me alone for quite some time as they talk and laugh about using my skinny ass and hot mouth, and how I responded to them. Then I hear the officer that first stopped me say to the others, ‘I’ll take care of this bitch. Leave him to me. You guys takeoff.’ Once they are dressed, I hear the door slam and the cars drive away. I am left alone with one tormentor, still bound, unable to escape, and not knowing what he plans to do. Their treatment has been brutal, and I am frightened that I will suffer have to suffer more humiliations at the hands of the officer.

When he approaches me, he leans over to me and says, ‘I don’t plan to torture or punish anymore tonight cunt, but you’re still my slave. If you want your freedom, then you will perform for me and do anything I want. Do as I demand or be punished! Understand?’

I manage a frightened, ‘Yes, sir.’

Satisfied with my answer, he says, ‘Good. Now I’ll release you so we can get started.’ He unlocks my legs so I can kneel. Then he releases my wrists from the cuffs. I am left unshackled and naked, but still his prisoner.

‘Stand up and grab your ankles, bitch.’ I stagger to my feet trying as quickly as I can to obey him and assume the position. As he stands naked before me, he demands, ‘Anytime that you are able to see me, you are to keep you eyes fixed on my cock and balls. You are here to get to please me to worship them. And just so you know that I am serious about you being my slave…’

A stinging crack lands on my ass. Again and again, he beats me with his belt. I jerk trying to avoid the slashing leather, but he warns me, ‘If you try to get away, it will only get worse, boy.’ The leather belt hurt, but I hold the position and accept his punishment. Finally, he stops.

‘On your knees, slave.’ With my ass burning, I drop to my knees, but I remain at attention. ‘Good. You’re learning fast. And that just makes me hotter. My own slave boy, kneeling naked and ready. Cocksucker, it’s time you ate me again. Crawl over to the bed. I’m going to teach you to be the best cock sucker on earth.’ I follow him to the bed as he sits down and spreads his legs so I can kneel between them.

When I crawl between his legs, his long, hard cock stares me in the face, and I feel his body heat envelope my cheeks. I reach up, cup his balls and grab the base of his dick. ‘Take a long look, bitch. Then start licking my balls. I want you to cover them with hot spit from your fucking mouth!’

I open my mouth as wide as I can, rising up as I take his hairy ball sac into my waiting mouth. Doing the best that I can, I lick and gently suck his nuts, lathering them with as much saliva as I can produce. I hear him moan as I keep up the stimulation. Grabbing me by my hair and jerking my head backwards he says, ‘That’s enough cunt. Open your fucking mouth. I want my cock suck! Taking the mushroom head into my mouth, I try to stick the tip of my tongue into his cum slit; then I lick around the crown of his cock head swirling my tongue around and around. With his cock fully erect, he shoves it to the back of my throat, and I clamp down with my lips. Then he makes me bob my head up and down lathering his whole shaft. He moans in approval, ‘Ah yeah. Keep going bitch. You’re doing just fine.’ I keep up the friction, licking, lathering, swirling my tongue around his shaft and cock head, tasting his fleshy cock.

‘Suck my balls again, slave.’ Licking first the underside and then each one, I open my mouth as wide as I can and take in his hairy balls lathering them as I had lathered his cock. Shoving his cock back into my mouth, he grabs my hair, and begins fucking my mouth as I keep my lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. ‘Eat me you fucking bitch. I’m going to blow my cum in your mouth.’

I hold his cock and balls in my hands ready to receive his load of cum. I alternate swirling my tongue back and forth around his dick and sucking on his shaft. When he begins to tense his legs muscles and to hold more tightly to my head, I taste the first globs of his cum in my mouth. He pumps several more spurts, shouting with each one as I swallow his cum, and he continues humping my mouth. He fucks my mouth for several more minutes until his cock is limp.

After he pulls his wet cock out of my sore, tired mouth, he shoves me away, saying, ‘That was great. You really know how to suck a cock, slave boy. Stand up and lay across my lap, I want to talk to you.’ I get off my knees and lay across his thighs. He locks my cock between his legs and begins, ‘You will stay here all night because I plan to use you again.’

I can only groan in dismay. ‘Don’t try to act like you didn’t love eating me; your cock is hard and you sucked me like a pro.’ He smacks my ass a few times, and then begins probing my ass with a butt plug. Once he shoves it in and my asshole closes around the base, he pushes me to the floor, and throws me a pair of leather wrist cuffs, ‘Put these on.’ After buckling them on my wrists, he locks them together with a chain and says, ‘Get on the bed.’ As I lay on my back, I am locked to the headboard unable to reach my throbbing cock.

Seeing me stare at my hard cock, he grabs it and strokes it a few times. Then he leans over, takes my dick into his mouth, and begins to lick the shaft. His sucking sends shivers through me as he drags his tongue over my sensitive cock; I know then that he has sucked cocks before. He continues to lick me and to massage my balls until I begin to squirm around on the bed and arch my back. Just as I am about to cum, he pulls away and squeezes my cock, stopping my climax.

Crying out, ‘No, No,’ I writhe on the bed still unable to reach my cock. Then he begins the torture all over again. He strokes my cock, takes it into his mouth, sucks and licks it until I am humping my hips. Again, before I cum, he stops and pinches the head of my cock until the spasms subside. Unable to cum, I moan and groan as I lay tethered to the bed by my wrist cuffs.

My tormentor laughs and says, ‘An excited, horny, and hungry slave will be an obedient slave, willing to do whatever I want. That is, if he wants the relief a climax will give him. Until I think you have suffered enough, slave boy, you’re not going to cum.’

A third assault begins on my dick. As the tension and my frustration builds, it takes only a few strokes and some light sucking before I am moaning loudly. But, as before, the officer stops short of letting me cum, pinching my cock and leaving me writhing on the bed. Knowing that I am close to cumming, he grabs my ankles, pulls my legs over my head and shackles them wide apart to the bedposts. With my ass in the air nd my cock pointing to my face he says, ‘You’re going to cum, slave, and you’re going to eat your own cum.’ At this point I don’t care because I am mad with lust and need relief badly.

‘Tell me how badly you want to cum, slave. And tell me what you will do for me if I let you cum. Open your mouth and tell me, slave.’ I can’t stand it any longer so I cry, ‘I do whatever you want; I’ll eat you anytime and as many times as you want, if you just let me cum. I’ll lick your cock and balls. I want you to shoot your cum in my mouth and on my face as many times as you want. Just please let me cum.’ Slapping my upturned ass he growls, ‘That’s not enough, slaveboy. You’ll have to do more than that for me.’

Frantically searching my mind for the right words, I yell out, ‘I’ll get on my knees and give you my naked ass to beat and to fuck anytime you want. I’ll be your slave as long as you want. You can tie me up and keep me naked and in bondage whenever you want. Please let me cum.’

‘That’s better. Now that I have your confession on tape, it’s time to eat some cum, slaveboy.’ He grabs my cock and begins to stroke me. I feel his hot hand around my dick, and all I can do is wait until my cock explodes in my mouth. Although I am again tied down, I feel the needed relief building up in my cock and balls. When I near climax, I begin to moan loudly with my mouth wide open. He makes his strokes longer and slower so he can keep my dick pointed toward my mouth. Then all of a sudden, my cock lets go with globs of cum that fills my mouth. I swallow my own cum for the first time.

When he milks the last drops of cum dripping from my cock into my mouth, he holds tightly to my throbbing cock until my spasms subside, and I calm down to wait for him to release me. He gets up on the bed and peers down through my legs. Looking into my eyes, he says, ‘We’re leaving this cabin in the morning, and you’re coming with me to start your new life as my slave. I have a special room all prepared for you where you will be kept naked and chained so you can service me whenever I want.

I close my eyes knowing that I am his captive, and it will be useless to resist him. Before he releases my legs, he harnesses my cock and balls saying, ‘This is to be a constant reminder of your status as my slave. Now get some sleep.’

If you have gotten this far, thanks for reading. I appreciate all comments and even suggestions from Masters and subs alike, so please write.

– End of Part 1 –

Part 2

The next morning, I am awakened by a hand on my cock. The officer has lain down behind me, and as I lay on my side, grabs my cock, and begins to masturbate me. When I am fully erect and beginning to enjoy the attention, he stops, flips me over onto my stomach and gets between my legs. With my hands still bound to the headboard, I am at his mercy. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me to a kneeling position and shoves my legs apart. Then I feel him probing my asshole with his cock. I am going to be fucked in the ass.

‘Relax your ass slaveboy. I am going to fuck you!’ He first shoves his cock part way in and then roughly rams in the rest. With one hand he grabs my shoulder and with the other he grabs my cock to control my movements. ‘Keep your ass still, slaveboy. I’ll do all the fuckin’ here. You’re just the pussy I’m fucking.’

His fucking begins with long slow strokes in and out of my ass. He withdraws all but the tip and then slides his entire cock into me, all the while saying, ‘Your ass is mine, and I like fucking you. Move your ass back and forth while I fuck you. Moan for me slaveboy. Show me how much you like having my cock up your ass.’

He holds my cock in his hand occasionally stroking it, keeping me hard and erect, but not giving me enough stimulation to make me cum. I moan loudly, partly to please him, but also in frustration of not being able to control my pleasure. As his excitement builds, he begins fucking me more rapidly and more roughly, slamming his hips against my ass as he rammed his cock home. He breathes heavily as sweat drips from his body and onto me; his groaning grows louder, and he begins to beat my cock furiously. All at once he yells, ‘Oh Fuck! I cuming in your ass, slaveboy,’ and I feel his hot semen filling my backside as his cock beating makes me begin to shoot my cum on the bed as I groan in relief.

After several more thrusts, he falls on top of me, his hot, sweaty body pinning me to the bed. He rests until his cock softens in my ass. When he gets off me, he slaps my ass and said, ‘Time to go to your new home, slaveboy.’

My arms are released, and I am taken to the bathroom where I am ordered to bathe him and then lick the water from his body. After he is satisfied, I am allowed to bathe myself. When I am finished he throws me a large shirt and a pair of sandals. When I ask where my clothes are, I am told, ‘Those are your clothes. For what you’ll be doing most of the time, you won’t need anything else. Put on what I gave you or you’ll go naked.’ The shirt barely covers my ass in the back and my cock in the front. For the ride to his house, my wrists are cuffed and I am placed in the back of the cruiser.

The ride to the officer’s house takes less than an hour. Like the cabin, his house is in the country. The closest neighbor is several hundred yards away which affords him privacy to carry on his personal activities. Tonight, he will seal my fate and make me his slave.

When we get to the house, two large dogs approach the vehicle. Turning to me he said, ‘These fellas will make sure you don’t escape.’

The car door is opened, and as I am being dragged from the car, the dogs approach me growling menacingly. When I gasp in fear he says, ‘Like you, slave boy, they are under my control, and they won’t hurt you unless you try to get away. I’ve had slaves here before, and the dogs are use to keeping them in line. ‘ For the walk to the house, the officer grabs my cock and balls and loops a black cord around them and tightens the noose. ‘You’ll wear this cock leash when we take our walks. As he leads me to the house, the dogs walk so closely behind that I can feel their hot breath.

Once we enter the house through the heavy oak door, I look around to see where I will be kept as a slave. The surroundings are comfortable, and I feel somewhat relieved that the place is not a shack. But then, I am taken another room where he opens a door, and I stare down the steps and into the cellar. I walked dejectedly down to a basement room where I am ordered to kneel on a low table and to raise my arms over my head. When I hesitate and look to him for mercy, he growls, ‘Get on the table or you will be punished.’

Hearing this, I drop my shoulders and bow my head as I slide into position. My wrist cuffs were then attached to a chain and drawn up taught. ‘I’ll be back in a while. The dogs will keep you company and get use to you being my new slave. Once he leaves, the dogs approach my suspended body, sniff around me, and lay near me. All I can do is wait in fear and anticipation of the officer’s return.

When he reappears, he is dressed in black pants and a black vest. My wrists are let down but not freed, and I am taken up to the living room. Over near the fireplace I notice a long, heavy rope hanging from a high beam in the ceiling. ‘Stand under the rope and raise your arms, slave.’

I do as he orders and, he attaches the cuffs to the ring in the rope. Walking over to where the rope is lashed, he pulls the rope until only the balls of my feet support my weight.

As I hang in this uncomfortable position, the officer gets in my face and yells, ‘You’re my fuckin’ slave now; you’re going to suck my cock, and I’m going to fuck your ass. If you hesitate or disobey me, I’ll punish you and beat you with my belt. And just so you know I am serious, I going to give you a little taste of what you can expect for disobedience.’

Turning away from me, he walks over to the fireplace and throws two logs on the already hot fire, just to heat the room up even more. As I hang by my arms, I begin to sweat, and thoughts of getting whip and beaten run through my mind.

The hot fire warms the room considerably. When he approaches my suspended body, he looks into my eyes and says coldly, ‘Open up you fuckin’ mouth slave and keep it open. I do exactly as he demands, and he jams a ball gag into my mouth and buckles it around my head.

I begin to breathe rapidly not trying to hide my fear, as I stare at him through my tethered arms. He begins his torment by grabbing my cock and jerking it off until I am hard. Then I hear a camera’s shutter click several times from different angles.

After a short silence, the wide leather belt lands on my ass and the fiery sting forces a muffled cry of pain around the ball gag. I jerk and thrust my hips forward in a feeble attempt to avoid the slashing leather. He pauses and remarks sadistically, ‘This belt leaves a nice, red welt.’

He hits me again and again as my suspended body swings back and forth from the blows. Each time I regain my precarious balance on the balls of my feet, he swings the belt and delivers a stinging crack that sends a shock through my whole body. The beating continues with the officer pausing between each blow so I will feel each one. When he is satisfied with the redness of my ass, he drops the belt at my feet. I am breathing even more heavily now and sweating profusely. My ass burns, and my cock is limp.

Walking over to a table, the officer picks up a bottle and pours some of the liquid into the palm of his hand. He walks over to me as he rubs his hands together. ‘This will make your burning ass feel better, slave. I’ve got to keep you in good shape. When he steps

behind me, he rubs the oil on my ass, and then reaches between my legs to spread some on my cock and balls. The oil heats my ass and genitals causing my cock to get hard again. The officer continues to stimulate my cock until it hardens to his satisfaction.

Then he stops and lowers me to my knees. I slump over in exhaustion hoping he would cease abusing me. With my arms still attached to the rope, I am still not free, but my cock is hard and need for relief begins to grow in my balls.

After a short rest, he once again raises the rope until my arms are above my head, but I am still kneeling. He releases my mouth from the ball gag stands in front of me as he strips off his pants. He holds his half-hard cock inches from my mouth as he speaks. ‘Open your mouth slave boy and suck my cock. I took care of your ass after the beating, so you owe me, and I’m going to teach you how you are to suck my cock.’

Feeling hopeless and unable to resist, I close my eyes and open mouth waiting for his orders. Slapping across my face, he yells, ‘Open your eyes cocksucker. I want you to

see what is being done to you. Take the head of my cock in your mouth and hold it gently but firmly between your lips.’

When I do as I am told, he continues, ‘Now run your tongue up and down the backside of my dick as you suck on its head.’ I lick and suck the head of his dick lathering it with my spit. He gently rocks his hips and moans his approval of my cock sucking.

‘Enough sucking for now, slave boy. Start licking my balls, first the underside and then each one, making sure you lather them up real good.’ I bury my face between his legs licking under his balls and breathing in his smell as they lay on my nose. Then I lick each ball and draw each one into my mouth. After a few minutes of ball licking, he demands that I lick up and down his shaft as he rocks his hips into my face. Finally, his moaning grows more intense, and he yells, ‘Get my cock back in your mouth, now! I’m going to fill your mouth with another load of my hot cum.’

Grabbing me by my hair, he holds his cock head just inside my mouth so his cum will shoot on my tongue and growls, ‘Eat cocksucker. Suck the cum from my dick.’

I suck and lick his dick trying to keep up with his fucking motion. My arms ache from being hung over my head, and my jaws are tiring from the savage rape, but I am as hot as he is. My cock is rock hard as I await his climax. Then, as he begins a low guttural moan, he spurts his burning hot, salty cum into my mouth. As the globs of cum shoot from his cock, I first taste the cum and then swallow. He continues to face fuck as his cock throbs and begins to get soft. Then he says, ‘Stop sucking; just hold my cock in your mouth.’ I can feel his throbbing meat as his cock softens and my mouth and nose is jammed against his pubic hair. I breathe in his sweaty smell and taste his cum. Through this humiliating experience I realize that I will be forced to continue submitting to him until he decides that I will be released.

After the humiliating experience of sucking a cock and swallowing cum while naked and in bondage restraints is over, my captor steps away and unhooks my arms from the ceiling rope. They are numb and drop involuntarily to the floor as I bow my head in shame. Even though I have been forced to suck a cock, my own remains erect and sensitive.

The officer sees that I am hard and grabs the cord still tied to my genitals. Giving it a yank, I immediately rise to my feet as he glares into my eyes.

Grabbing my dick, he says, ‘Your pathetic little cock is all red and sticking straight up. This tells me that you like to be treated like a slave, that you like me to keep you bound and naked, and make you perform as my slave boy bitch. And all you have to do is remain quiet and endure my punishments, just like a good slave should.’

Even though I avert his look, he knows he is right. He has discovered my deep dark secret. I am his slave boy bitch, and I endure his bondage games because I crave domination and having to submit to him. I want to be his slave boy. He can tie me up, hang me, and rape my mouth and ass anytime he wants.

Grabbing a black, studded dog collar, he buckles it around my neck and clips on a leash. Taking the leash and the black balls cord in one hand, he turns and walks toward his bedroom. With my hands still bound together by the leather cuffs, I have no choice but to follow as he jerks on the leads attached to my naked body.

When we enter his room, he drags me over to the bed, separates my wrists, and shoves me to my knees facing the side of the bed. He sits down straddling my face and, looking down at me, he demands, ‘Keep your legs spread. I want to see your cock and balls. Never try to cover up in my presence.’

When I position myself as ordered and kneel at attention until he is satisfied, he continues, ‘Now get your ass up on the bed, pussy, face down, arms and legs spread wide. After receiving a hard swat across my ass, I hurriedly get into the spread eagle position on the king size bed. My abductor buckles leather restraints on my ankles. Then he orders me onto my hands and knees so he can shove a wedge under my stomach. When I lay back down, my ass is raised in the air and my legs are spread.

As I lay on the bed, my tormentor stretches my arms and legs to the corners of the bed and lashes them to the corner posts. In this position, I am able to move only slightly and my ass is totally vulnerable and open for his torments. My cock hardens as I am being

tied to the bed, so to add to my torture, he grabs my cock from underneath me and yanks it backwards. The wedge keeps my genitals exposed and vulnerable to his attack.

He grabs my hair jerking my head back so I could see the long black rubber cock. ‘Get ready, slave boy. I’m going to loosen up your asshole with this. Then I’m going to rape your ass for real while you scream for mercy.’

Getting on the bed behind me, he begins to probe my ass with a black rubber cock. As the tip is shoved into my ass, I groan loudly. The officer shouts, ‘Shut the fuck up bitch. I want your ass hole loose and ready for my dick. Maybe I’ll should leave you tied up with this fucking thing in your ass until I’m ready to rape you.’

He smacks my ass several times until I relax. Then he shoves the big dildo up my ass and proceeds to rape me with it. He slides the intruder in and out a dozen times before he stops his assault. When he pulls it out, I whimper weakly and he slaps my ass again. ‘We’ve just started, slave boy. Now that you are nice and loose back here, I’m going to fuck you and fill your ass full of cum.’

He grabs my cock pulling it backward, then lets it slap against the foam. ‘Still hard I see. Looks like your cock can use some stimulation. How about if I use my vibrator on your ass, cock and balls?’ I hear the buzzing sound of the device, and I feel vibrations on my asshole. He works the end of the dildo around the edge of my puckered hole and then probes inside as I lay stretched out and tied down, unable to move more than a couple of inches.

The next place he attacks is the area behind my balls sending shivers throughout my body. I can feel the cum building up inside of me, but I know he will not let me climax until he is through with his torture.

He continues to stimulate me, running the vibrator over my balls and then up and down my cock. As the torment begins to affect me, I feel my cock getting harder as it starts to ache. I begin to fuck the foam hoping to rub myself to climax. When he senses that I might cum, he pulls the vibrator away, puts his hand on the small of my back and again slaps my ass several times.

‘As I groan in frustration, he laughs, ‘A hungry slave who wants to cum will do anything that is demanded. He won’t hesitate because his cock and balls will be so full of cum that he’ll suck and fuck and endure pain and humiliation just to earn the right to cum.’

He is right. I am ready to do anything he demands. When he gets on the bed behind me, he rubs some slippery oil on my asshole. Then he grabs my hips, his big hands and I feel his cock laying in the crack of my ass. He isn’t fully erect so he begins rubbing his dick on me, sliding it up and down. After a few minutes, he is hard and begins probing my ass hole with his dick. I relax and allow him to get the head of his cock in me. He stops moving, holding his cock in my ass, both of us getting use to the tightness. Then he grips my hips more tightly and shoves the rest of his cock in me as I groan loudly. The slippery oil makes it easy for him to slide in and out of me. He fucks me slowly with long strokes and then rapidly with short hard strokes. He fucks me for several minutes and then stops, resting his body on my back.

Once his breathing returns to normal, he grabs my hips again and yells at me, ‘Now I’m going to show you what real fucking is.’ He begins banging away at my ass, his balls slapping against me each time he thrusts his cock. I can feel his whole cock moving in and out of my ass as the heat builds up between us. He once again begins to breathe hard and to moan as our sweat mixes together. With one last thrust he slams his cock home and buries his cock deep in my ass as his cum spurts into me. He holds on until I feel his cock soften. Then he pulls out leaving me tied down unable to relieve myself.

After several frustrating minutes of trying move in any way that would get me into a position that I could cum, I lay still, feeling defeated and hopeless, my spirit broken by the torments of the officers. When the officer returns, he reaches through my legs and taunts me, ‘What’s the matter slave boy? Can’t shoot your load? Well, that’s too bad because after I let you rest for the night, the others are coming back, and we’re going to turn you over to a local constable who likes to torture and train hot little slave boys just like you.’

All I could do is cry in desperation, ‘Oh no, no; please don’t do this to me. Please let me go!’

‘Sorry, boy. I’ve already made the arrangements. You’ll be on your way just as soon as he gets here.’

My small town adventure continues…

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‘Let me take care of this Taylor.’  Jason’s green eyes met mine as he slid from his stool.

I’d be damned if I let this scrawny bird prince be my savior. I was as much a man as he was, and I was more than ready to vent my frustrations. Gay or not, I am far from helpless. I suppose the recent events left me a bit emotionally raw, and I was itching for a fight. Then again, I was tempted to see exactly how able he was. I stood beside the stool and gave the fallen drunk a swift kick.

‘Friend of yours?’ My muscles tensed and readied to spring into action. Jason met my grin with a frown. His eyebrows pushed together as though I had done something wrong.

The four friends led by a brown haired man came toward us. All were clad in jeans and t-shirts. None of them were exceptional in appearance. Too much alcohol had reshaped their bodies into softer things.

The only one of any merit or mention was well into ruin by alcohol. He stood behind the Neanderthal brunette oaf of a man that wore dingy cotton and jeans. By their stench they had been worn many more times than washed.

The young blond still had a small hint of muscle beneath the flab that was sure to consume his body in the near future. I suspected he was only a few years out of high school, and a complete failure in life. He was the ‘jock’ now ‘failure’. He just didn’t accept it yet. The poor fool still had some misplaced pride.

The slut who had laid our menus on the table was back at the bar wide eyed and watching. She didn’t seem so much surprised as she was intent on the upcoming show. I could smell the damp culminate between her thighs and nearly gagged.

The oldest and leader of the group swung a pool cue. Jason caught it in his hand as though it was nothing and twisted his wrist. The wood splintered with a wooden crack. The sound was followed by a squeal as Jason’s foot planted firmly in the groin of the young blond beside him. He spun and lashed the pool stick end against the leader’s face sending him to the floor. Two down, two to go.

Jason threw the pool stick end to the ground as he stepped over the bodies moving toward the two that remained.

‘Enough!’ My voice bounced back from the cheap wood paneled walls. My words were loud and angry as the tiger threatened to emerge.

I heard the intake of breath from the slut. She ran along the bar and out of the door into the daylight as though it might protect her. Well’ so much for a kind and quiet meal. I was still hungry and the hollow ate at my chest.

I walked passed Jason and backhanded the young redhead that was poised for attack. His body spun and fell to the floor. I didn’t do any permanent damage. I only wanted my fucking dinner!

My legs launched me into the air and I landed in front of the small window where the fat grill cook stood staring. It wasn’t a normal hop by any means. My body flew nearly eight foot up and crossed the twenty feet it took to pass the bar.

‘Two cheeseburgers and fries.’ I knew my tiger eyes were showing. I felt powerful and alive and let my energy spill out through my voice. ‘Now!’

The last of the four ran for the door. There was nothing left of his concern for his friends. He ran with self preservation guiding him, and never looked back. I heard an engine roar to life outside. Wheels kick gravel against the side of the building as he made his escape.

A slow growling chuckle climbed up my throat as the smell of urine wafted past my nose. The poor man had pissed himself and I wondered how long it would be before he realized it.

The sound of a drum stick clattering to the floor drew my attention to the stage and the wide eyed band members.

‘Don’t even move.’ The smell of more piss flooded the air as I looked back to the cook scrambling to put together our meal. ‘You about done?!’

‘I’ll be outside.’ Jason’s voice sounded angry as he let out a short huff. I turned and saw his angry eyes as he shook his head. He stepped over our ‘friends’ and continued out the door.

A crunch of paper landed on the window sill and I heard the frantic stumble of feet. The cook ran to the store room and presumably the back door. I snatched at the sound and grabbed the bag of lunch without breaking eye contact with the frozen, and somewhat soiled, band members. I walked toward them and paused. I could hear their hearts beat faster and their lungs struggling to keep pace.

‘By the way, you SUCK!’ I turned, walked a few steps, and kicked the door off its hinges splitting it in two.

I climbed on my bike barely noticing Jason jump on quickly after. Key in the ignition, I kicked it to start and spun the tires as I hopped out onto the highway. Jason clung tightly behind me, but it seemed only enough to keep him from falling to the pavement. There wasn’t any stolen intimacy and it bothered me.

It reminded me of my father and of a conversation not too long ago.

My uncle David and my father were having a heated discussion regarding my ascension as heir to the Pack. Even though they were talking in hushed voices I still heard their words. My hearing has always been better than most. I pushed my ear firmly against the cold wall and listened to them as they stood outside in the backyard.

‘He has far too much of his mother in him. How could he ever have the strength to lead us?’ My father’s voice was angry. He was talking about me.

‘He’s his father’s son. You couldn’t possibly have a feline son.’ The words were spoken and I heard bone meet flesh and a body fall to the ground.

‘Don’t you EVER say that again. I will have no son that is feline, even if I have to kill him myself.’ My father’s voice seethed with rage.

At first I dismissed the urges I felt as something silly and forgettable. Then, as the months pushed on, and my growing desire for the same sex intensified, I became afraid.

His words bored into my heart like a knife and turned my fear into terror. It also became my greatest sadness. My father would no longer love me. We had grown distant during my teen years, but I told myself it might somehow pass. I hoped that maybe in the upcoming months, something would change. I would be the son my father wanted.

The full moon of my seventeenth birthday barreled down upon me like a speeding bullet bringing about my doom. The moon rose and the entire pack gathered round and stood naked in the moon light as I circled with the raging fire. It was the first full moon after my seventeenth birthday and my day of changing.

I felt the fire warm my skin and my blood boil as the light of the flames danced in the corners of my eyes. Tears flooded down my face when I saw the color and stripes erupt along my arms as they stretched and pulled into paws. It was the second saddest moment of my life. My biggest sorrow lay in my father’s eyes as I roared mournfully into the darkness.

‘You are not my son. You will never be pack.’ His steal blue eyes glowed back at me through the night. His heart slammed shut and he turned. ‘You are exiled.’

The pack roared to life as I watched them changing form. The shadows stretched along their bodies as they fell forward and snouts stretched and snapped at me dripping saliva. Fur erupted and bones stretched as the writhing brown mass of wolves grew thicker and angrier.

‘Let the freak pass.’ My father’s words were angry and garbled as his wolf entity rolled through him.

The words struck me like a punch to the stomach.

‘NO! He is not pack. He has come into our territory without permission. He is not your son, he is not pack, and therefore must die according to law!’ I could tell by the nasal voice it was Dean Robinson.

His grey eyes and sneer landed on my father’s new mate Loren. A small grin stretched across her face as she turned to my father. ‘He’s right you know.’

My father’s claw like hand swung, blasted into Loren’s face, and sent her soaring backward. ‘Silence whore! Do you challenge me Dean?’

Dean was more half man and half wolf as he roared back at my father. ‘I do, Gregory.’ Not only was it a challenge, it was an insult to address him as anything but Agrik during ceremony.

They leapt into the air and clashed. Those aligned with my father began fighting against those with Dean, and I ran between the chaos.

‘You missed your turn.’ Jason’s yells finally penetrated my thoughts as he tapped my shoulder.

Somehow in the last few of travel we found ourselves in grassier plains. We were on a desolate highway that had just intersected behind us. I pulled over and parked at a sign reading ‘Amber 12 miles’. My stomach gurgled and reminded me of the lunch I had shoved into the saddlebag before tearing away from the Bar & Grill. I turned the key and the low rumble gave way to the hissing sound of wind through the tall fields of grass.

I steadied the bike between my legs and felt the weight shift as Jason climbed off. The drumming sound of water hitting earth filled my ears. I was reminded of my own plight as a twinge of pain rolled through my bladder. I kicked down the metal brace and pulled the bike backwards to set it on the kickstand. Safely in place I lifted my leg slowly over the bike. The ache from the atrophied muscles of my thigh made me groan.

Unsteady on my feet, I wobbled slightly as I made my way to the other side of the street to relieve myself. A snap, a quick zip, and paradise was mine. It still makes me grin to think of the absolute pleasure of a really good pee.

Flicking away the last bits of my torment I finally tucked away and fastened my pants. I turned to see Jason glaring back at me.

I threw my arms in the air in frustration. ‘What!’ I didn’t owe him a damn thing, and the last thing I wanted was his judgment.

‘Can we eat now?’ His voice was low and he enunciated every syllable as though he detested each word that passed his lips.

Yep’ something had definitely climbed up his ass in the last couple of hours.

‘Help yourself.’ I matched his tone and added a little of my own disgust at our predicament.

His anger seemed to slip away as he took a deep breath and his shoulders fell in defeat. He opened the sack of our now questionably fresh lunch and rifled through its contents.

‘You know you can’t eat that. I can smell that it’s spoiled from here. God you’re stupid!’ I shook my head and rolled my eyes.

The bag of burgers and fries fell from Jason’s hand and he hung his head. I watched as he dropped to his knees. His chest heaved and shook his entire body. I wasn’t sure what was wrong with him until I heard his sobs. They burst from him as if his will to contain them had been shattered.

‘Damnit!’ I may not be the most compassionate person in the world, but tears are one thing I cannot bear. I walked around the bike to where he knelt.

‘We can get something to eat in the next town. It’s only a few miles away.’ Leaning down I put my hand on his shoulder.

‘Don’t fucking touch me!’

He swung his fist outward in an arc with perfect aim. A flash of white filled my vision as the back of his clenched hand met my cheek and knocked me to the ground. The breath was pushed from my lungs and I struggled for air.

The world wavered as I lay in the tall grass. I’m not sure what surprised me more, his words, or the fact that he hit me. My breath finally returned and I cradled my eye with my hand as my fingers felt along the ridge of my bruised cheek. ‘ ‘Yep’ that’s going to leave a mark.’ The sun light peaking over his shoulder nearly blinded me.

‘I’m sorry Taylor! I didn’t mean to.’ Jason cowered over me and flinched back as I sat up.

‘You are a royal pain.’ I couldn’t fight the smile on my face as I looked into his blood shot green eyes.

Even though the turn of my lips and the pressure against my bruised cheek caused me pain, I couldn’t hide my grin. Like so many times in my life recently, the tides of emotion surged through my chest and waned as a new feeling took hold. He looked so lost and defeated I felt almost ashamed.

Normally my mind would have screamed ‘Suck it up you big pussy!’, but we had a lot in common. If the situation was different and I didn’t have him with me, I might be the one sitting alone sobbing on some deserted highway. For every person in the world that needs to be taken care of, there is someone that has the desire to protect them. It keeps the protector busy enough to forget their own pain.

I’ve heard there are people that are just happy, but I knew of only one. Well, to be honest, I didn’t even know her. She was my mother, Kaitlyn. I’ve memorized her photo but I still carry it with me. It is the one and only tangible memory of my past life I brought with me. It’s a simple picture.

They must have been camping or hiking. Her long red hair was aloft as if having been lifted by a gust of wind and her head was tilted back. She had turned from the camera and held up her hand up as if trying to hide from the impending flash. She looked wild, free, and happy. The sparse woods behind her were lit by either the rising or setting sun as flashes of light peaked through the foliage along the horizon. I don’t know why, but I have always imagined it was early morning, and that she had just begun a perfect day.

The odd gurgling sound that rumbled from my stomach reminded me of my hunger. I had all but ignored my celebration dinner two days ago. I was too nervous to eat. We were celebrating my impending ascension to the position of Agrik. I would take the form of a wolf and eventually take control of the pack. I’m my father’s first and only son with my mother, Kaitlyn.

I glanced back to the rusted worn sign ‘Amber 12 miles’. I got up and walked over to my bike. Loosening the strap I flipped open the cover and pulled out the atlas. I searched for the city of ‘Amber’ in the index, but it wasn’t listed. I wasn’t too concerned. There aren’t many places in the United States where you could drive for more than a couple of hours without finally find a larger city.

Even with my small meal of the coyote from the night before, I was near starving. Changing form takes a lot of energy and I’m a teenager. We’re always hungry.

‘Well Prince, what do you think about getting something to eat in the next town?’ I climbed on my bike and gave it a push forward and off the kickstand.

‘The name is Jason, and I’d really like that. I’m famished.’ His words held more strength as though he had regained some control of himself. ‘Try to use a little control in the next place ‘eh? Please, no more bars.’ The last of his words were spoken against my back as he climbed onto the bike and nestled in against me. It would be a lie if I said I didn’t relish the weight of him against me. A Lycan without a pack is a sorrowful and desperate creature. We thrive on contact and the company of our own. I couldn’t help but chuckle at my own thoughts. ‘What a strange pack we had become.’ With that I started the bike and we crept back out onto the highway.

For the first time since my escape, I drove at a leisurely pace and without the rage of speed that usually carried me down the highway. Fifteen minutes later we were entering the lovely town of ‘Amber Population 28’.

It was dingy and looked abandoned. Rows of dilapidated homes lined both sides of the road. Many were boarded up or caving in on themselves. Yards were not mowed and the chain link fences that bordered them had long since fell into disrepair. The sidewalks had lost the battle against nature. The grass and weeds that pushed through the many cracks threatened to consume the concrete forever.

I worried we had entered some strange suburban ghost town. I had enough gas to get us several miles further down the road, but right now I was hungry. My heart sunk as I glanced along the skeletal remains of this withering relic of society until I spotted a pig of a man in a rocking chair on his porch. I say ‘pig’ because he was well past overweight. His belly protruded obscenely beneath his overalls and his round snubbed face reminded of just that. A pig. I slowed my bike to a stop and cut off the engine.

He waved, ‘Hello there strangers. Lost your way?’

I pulled off my helmet and ran my fingers along the itchy sweat soaked hair of my neck. It had grown a lot in the last few days and I wished I had more money and time to visit a barber.

‘A little sir, but right now we’d really like to find a place to sit and eat. I don’t suppose your fine city has such a place?’ Even if he was a disgusting looking thing, I hoped he might help.

The man rocked backward and laughed as he held his hands against his ample gut. ‘Young man, you must need your eyes checked, but I do think I can help you.’ His fat face curled into a cherub like smile as he leaned forward.

He stretched out his arm pointing further into the town. ‘At the stop sign, take a left and look for Leon’s on the corner. At least I think that stop sign is still there. Damn kids! You tell Leon that Boris sent ya.’ With that said he leaned back and gave us another wave.

‘Thank’s Boris. Much appreciated.’ I started the engine and his final words were garbled by the rumble of the motor.

I pulled on my helmet for lack of a better place to put it and proceeded further into town. The houses as we entered the center of town were only slightly better maintained than the ones we had already passed. As Boris had said, there was a stop sign, and the sign on the corner declared this intersection ‘Main Street’. True to his word on the adjacent corner was a two story red brick building with a large white sign jutting out dangling atop a glass door with faded blue lettering. ‘Leon’s’ The first floor walls were made up of a mass of unkempt ground to ceiling glass that let you peak in, but hid the details of whatever was inside. The distortion in the glass and the waver within them told me they were the original panes. The glass was imperfect and of a style long since forgotten.

Again I pulled my helmet off as I killed the engine and wait for Jason to climb off the bike behind me. He hung his helmet on the handle bars as he passed and waited on the sidewalk in front of our parking space. I hung my helmet on the other handle and dismounted.

‘It’s food. We won’t stay long.’ I tried to reassure Jason as he stared back at me with disapproving eyes.

I stepped up onto the curb and passed him moving toward the glass door that led to our next meal. ‘Our next meal’ the thought worried me. I had only enough money for me. If I continued to feed both of us, and considering the extra weight, between gas, food, and lodging, I’d be broke before we got to our destination. It was decided’ I would take a job in the next city to earn a little more money so we could make the trip. I didn’t know where I was going, but for some reason’ I knew that it was still far away and that I wouldn’t have the means to get there with the current state of my wallet. I wasn’t totally broke, but I wasn’t overflowing with cash either.

We went through the door and found the grease stained interior much like the rest of the town. Old. The once white tile was stained a muted amber, and the ancient yellow flowered wallpaper had taken on a sickly brown. I slid into the first available booth that sat against the window. We were right near the door and if it became a necessity I could burst through the glass. The room was confining and stuffy. The weight of eyes from several patrons rested upon us.

There was a line of worn blue padded stools along the counter and a grill window that gave glimpses of a sweating young woman working diligently on someone’s order.

‘I don’t like this place Taylor, we should go.’ Jason’s eyes were filled with dread and his forehead furrowed with worry.

‘It’s just one meal. We’re both hungry” My words were interrupted as the waiter approached.

‘Hello. My name’s Will. The special is Meatloaf, but unless you have the desire to shit yourself to death, I’d recommend the cheeseburger platter.’ His eyes crawled along my skin and then moved to Jason.

It was almost as though he were taking stock of us. His smile was forced and he resembled a puppy that had been kicked too many times. He was too thin and his shoulders were rounded as though he had carried too large a burden for too long a time. His fingers raced along his order pad nervously and his silver blue eyes seemed to search for escape. The boy had a lot of nervous energy.

‘Nice hair. He placed the menus in front of us. ‘I’ll be back in a moment for your order.’ His voice seemed strained as he stared at me. It was almost as though the withering death of this town had somehow crept its way into his veins.

‘Where’s the restroom?’ I needed to know. This was the second time someone had made a comment about my hair, and the last I remembered’ it was just a muddy brown color. Had my helmet made it all stick up? It wouldn’t have been the first time.

Wil pointed out the dusty door in the corner marked ‘Men’ and turned. I slid from the confines of the booth and walked to the bathroom. I didn’t have a comb handy, but I could at least try to mash it down if it was too scary looking. Surely they had a sink in there with running water.

‘Order whatever you like, but I want a chocolate shake.’ I looked over my shoulder and found Jason’s worried eyes.

I twisted the old metal doorknob. It was one of those oval doorknobs you find in the oldest of houses with too many layers of pain hiding the once delicate design on the oval metal surface. The door gave way and I flipped the switch along the wall as I entered. Closing the door behind me I turned and stared into the mirror.

‘What the FUCK!’ I was shocked and the words escaped my lips in a lingering hiss.

I looked at my reflection in the dirty cracked mirror. My hair was white with black stripes. It was the same pattern of my true form, but had somehow pushed through to my more human nature. I had changed too many times after gaining my form, and a piece of my humanity was now forever lost. I knew why it happened, but I can’t say I liked it. I looked like a freak!

The longer I stared the more my heart and mind settled. It was kind of cool. There wasn’t much I could do about it, and I knew from my teachings that hair dye wouldn’t cover it. I had no choice but to accept it. Heaving a sigh I went to the urinal and relieved myself. I washed my hands at the sink and again took stock of my new hair style. It hadn’t just grown, it had flourished! The white and black stripes were swept back from my forehead and cascaded beyond my shoulders. I suppose I would have noticed sooner if I had spied it in my rear view mirror as I sped down the highway, but the helmet I wore had hidden it from me.

I ran my fingers through my long black and white striped hair and then breathed a heavy sigh. It is what it is. There’s no changing it now and I might as well accept it. This would however make it harder to get a job, and right now I knew we needed more money. There wasn’t much I could do about it at the moment, and hopefully, the lax standards of employees of a larger city would give me an opportunity.

I washed my hands in the spluttering spray of water beneath the rusted faucet and searched for something to dry myself. The paper towel holder was empty and I wiped my hands against my jeans. Why are there never any paper towels in these dives?

I opened the door and made my way back to our booth against the window. I slid in across from Jason.

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ I couldn’t help my anger. He could have warned me!

‘Tell you what?’ Jason eyed me suspiciously as though I had lost my mind.

‘MY HAIR!’ I spoke in an angry whisper. ‘You could have told me.’

‘It’s always been that way.’ Jason looked at me as though I were crazy.

The realization hit me. As I thought back, I remembered he hadn’t really seen much of me in my human form. I didn’t know how long my hair had been this way. I had always worn my helmet. Even our coupling had been after I had spent too much energy changing from one form to another. I suppose this was the price I paid. It could have been worse though. At least my eyes hadn’t changed to the feline slits emerged in amber.

Wil placed our food before us with a careless clank of glass against countertop. I hadn’t taken notice of my chocolate shake until now. A large tulip glass was filled with the frozen brown sweetness and beside it stood the metal container it had been prepared in. I took a quick sip from my chocolate shake to avoid any attempts at conversation.

‘If you need anything let me know.’ Will paused and stared at me. He looked to Jason turned, and walked back to the patrons at the bar.

The food was good and I drank the shake so quickly I had momentary migraines as the cold froze my brain. It was worth it though. It was soooo good. Finally sated, I leaned back and wished I had a place to sleep. Good food and a full belly often made me seek a place to rest but suddenly I was exhausted. My arms felt like dead weights pulling me to the floor.

Wil approached and placed the small green ticket on our table. No sooner had he let loose of the paper than a deep rich voice interrupted.

‘Welcome, I’m Leon. We have rooms upstairs if you need to rest. You look tired.’ His voice was a baritone wash of sound against my ears.

He snatched up the bill and gave it a quick glance. His eyes turned to Wil and then back to us. ‘The meal is on the house. If you’d like to rest I have rooms on the second floor.’

‘We’d like that very much.’ My words were slurred and I looked to Jason. Fear filled his droopy eyes, but sleep stole me away.

I remember the feel of strong arms laying me to bed as my head rested against a soft pillow. The rest was a blur.

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