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He gestured at me with his hand, “come here,” is what his gesture read.

I entered, opening the bathroom door slowly. He was fully exposed, sitting down on the edge of the bathtub. His massive shlong resting on the side of it. “You’re so beautiful,” I told him. His beauty had been the object of my affection for two years time. Not only the body, but he had truly nice hands too. His nail beds were so healthy and the shape of his fingernails reminded me of something I could enjoy with my mouth. Anything I could enjoy with my mouth. The hand fetish runs deep. 

His tattoos were so hot. He knew I liked to stare. He caught me staring on more than one occasion. I loved to steal stares too. Yes, the stares. I loved stopping by just to talk to him. At the pool, I saw the outline of his fat thick cock through his swim trunks. In person, it looked even more grand.

He had been in the bathroom for 20 minutes when I heard a moan. I knew I had to come right outside of it to see if I could peek inside. I’m such a pervy roommate. I’m so very glad I did.

I bent over and we started kissing. His cock was already leaking. “Oh,” I said. “You precum, too?!” He let out a deep laugh and held his hand under his cock head. I watched as he pulsated his penis. Clear as day, precum leaked out from the head of his thick cock. He looked at me and let out a moan and sigh of what seemed like relief. “Oh dude-bro. I love that you can’t get enough of me and my leaky penis.”

I was whisked away to a different planet in that moment, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. I knew what was up, he expected me to submit to him fully. And I was ready to. But there was one thing I had to reveal to him before I could lick the handheld pool of his precum. “I’m an ‘I love you’ bator… when I lick your precum I’m gonna get hooked on you for as long as feels right, okay?” He quickly and abruptly shoved his hand into my face. As the precum dripped from his hand towards the floor, I, without any remorse, started to slobber on his entire hand. I didn’t want the precious bond we were creating to go without recognition. I was going to give him all of what he wanted. He has a funny, adorable partner and I want to watch them fuck. I get this pre right now but who always gets his cum? 

“I love you, man” is what I said to him, whimpering with glee. My mouth covered in his deliciously warm precum. I pouted. I was overcome with a desire to submit fully to him. I was even considering letting him engage in taboo kink with me. He would never. I would never. Well…some things you do because you can and not because you should. I would serve him my ass for dinner, humbly submitting to him. All the days of my life.

He let me lick his butt yesterday night, when I caught him touching his cock in the bathroom. The effect was like sniffing fresh lavender on a lively spring day. I suffocated myself when I was digging into his butthole with my tongue. “Well, actually, dude-bro, you have to live through this experience otherwise how will you submit to me on the daily?” That’s what he said to me as I was rubbing my tongue against his perfectly juicy sphincter. I heard some really hot moaning when I did that. He was so sexy when he moaned. I continued to pout. In that moment, I was completely his.

It was mid-summer, and I was cleaning  Wizard Longwand’s magic lab, as part of my apprentice duties;(which also included servicing his beautiful long, thick cock).

I was daydreaming  about the new, big Cock in the village-that I had sucked off last night. (Reviewing it blow by blow.)

  I tripped, and  knocked a small metal pot on to the floor;(it had been simmering several days on Longwand’s magic bench).

  Just then Longwand walked in-“what’s this?- he  said in a cold tone of voice-visibly displeased.

 “You’ve knocked over my  potion with the Mummy’s testicles!  I needed that. There’s no invisibility without that potion!  And I used the last of my supply. The customer will be very angry.”

 “You are always either clumsy , or daydreaming most the time, Swiftrunner.”

“If the sex wasn’t so great and your ass so delicious, I  probably would have dismissed you before this.”

  “I was daydreaming about Lance, the new guy in the village-sorry-said Swiftrunner.”

“The greatest sin of a new wizard-is not paying Attention to everything around him”-said Longwand. “Pay Attention!, Pay Attention!”-and he grabbed my arm and shook it.

“Awareness is all!  And your clumsiness is due to not  being aware of what your body is doing. If you continue daydreaming, you’ll never be a wizard”.

“I’ll try to do better!”, I said.

“That’s not good enough-there will have to be a punishment for carelessly ruining my experiment’-he explained.

” Come outside!”, he said.

“Close you eyes.  I am going to make sure you  have no sex for a week, since sex always seems to be on your mind.”

 I closed my eyes  and heard Longwand say several  gutteral, twisted phrarases. I felt myself growing, then opening my eyes, I look down. I am now  fifteen feet tall, a young Giant.

” I made you this way so none of your  gay friends in the village can sexually enjoy your cock and ass. Your cock is way too large for any human to handle-So no sex for you for a week!  Now, I will go and  clean up the mess  that you made.” And Longwand walks off.

He had also magically made my clothes and shoes enlarge. I looked aound-now I can see miles away. ‘This isn’t so bad’, I thought.

‘He could have done much worse to me. For a wizard, he’s still a kind man’.

  Dismissed for the day, I wander off to my favorite sunny spot-by the Mystic Spring.

 Horny, I lay back against a tree, take out my new, huge cock-three feet long, and a foot around, and started jerking it.

It’s  very responsive and in about 5 minutes I shoot a huge load of Cum-(about two gallons worth)-out of my large Nuts, (almost big as small cannon balls. The Cum  arches on to the ground- and there’s a huge puddle.

“Wow!”, I gasp, and put the huge slab of quivering meat back in my pants.

  Just then a tiny. thin piercing voice screams at me-“you stupid giant- you just  flooded my home and killed my pet mouse.”

I look down-standing in the flood of my Cum, is a tiny  ground troll-a Trollkin-with big eyes and orange hair, like fur.

“A curse on you”, she says and hurls a tiny orange spark at me. It hits my gigantic big toe and sinks in. But I don’t feel a thing-no pain or anything-so I relax.  Wiping herself off-she runs away.

‘Well, time to get some sun’, I think.

 I take off my clothes, put them on the ground-lay on them-on my belly.

The sun feels good on my really  huge   buttocks.

I dozed off in the hot sun.

  I am jolted awake as there’s a heavy weight on my ass, and a thick, giant slimy cock has been shoved up my ass and is  vigorously fucking me. The huge cock is  very hot and it’s starting to hurt. Suddenly the cock gives a huge spurt, and shoots a hot load into me. I twist and turn and struggle- and  look over to see thin,  scaly black arms pinning me down. The cock pumps my ass some more.

Using my  Giant strength, I  get up and bat the thing away from me. It’s a young black dragon, 7 ft. high- with about  a foot-long black cock-the big red head dripping red cum. It backs off, leaps into the air, and  quickly flies off.

 My ass is hot, itching, and burning.

I run over to the Mystic Spring and  jump in-steam arises, and  a lot of the heat goes away.

The healing, soothing waters caress my battered ass and it immediately feels better. But inside the ass, something steadily still feels hot. I get out and  wipe myself off with my shirt.

  Just then  Longwand, out for his daily Nature walk, comes by. “What happened to you young man”, he says, as  he sees me cleaning my ass with leaves.

” I was sunbathing and sleeping, when  a horny young dragon fucked me”-I mumble. “Sleeping ouside can be dangerous;obviously you were not aware of that”-he replied.

“My ass is burning up”, I say.

“Let me have a sniff”, and he comes over and put his nose near my ass hole-which is about six feet off the ground.

“Hmm, as I thought”, he said,-“Dragon Seed, the hardest ingredient of all for a wizard  to obtain.”

 “the inside of my ass is still hot, burning and uncomfortable”-I say. “Can’t you do something?”

“Let me ponder that”, Longwand mutters.

 At that moment,  the big troll, Longtongue,  is walking by-and has been watching as Longwand, as he repeatedly sniffed my huge ass.

  Longwand abruptly says loudly- “Longtongue, come over  here. Would you like to earn this Gold piece?” And he holds up a large gold coin. And look, here comes you gay troll cousin, Rocksucker.”

“Longtongue”, he says to the extremely ugly, tall black troll-(with a huge mouth)-I need something in this young Giant’s ass.”

     “Put your fireproof tongue in there, and  suck out those tiny red,slimy pellets,and  spit them into this gold box.” Longuetongue, eying the big gold coin, nods vigorously, and his long, thick(and black) tongue come out . It’s over a foot long.

 The tongue hangs down to almost his belly. He  approaches Swiftrunner’s gigantic  buttocks and shoves the tongue in-and sucking and tongue probing-and starts to swiftly suck and spit out the wet, tiny red pellets-into the small gold casket.

  “Rocksucker, Longwand says, “You’re gay and won’t mind-go around and suck the  young Giant’s huge cock. As he spasms in coming-more of the Seed, deep inside, will be shaken loose. A small gold coin for you also.”

 Rocksucker scurries arround to the front, and in seconds his huge mouth and long, agile tongue are sucking and deepthroating the huge hard, three foot cock.

Swiftrunner is having waves of pleasure, as the two trolls stand there and enthusiasticcally-(using their mouths and tongues)-diligently do their work.

Swiftrunner is in ecstacy-as he gets the best deep ass sucking, and deep cock sucking of his life. His huge cock suddenly shoots out a gallon of Cum-and  Rocksucker laps up all that has dribbled out of his mouth, and on to his face.

Longuetongue rapidly, deep sucks the gigantic ass hole and spits out the last of the glowing, red  Dragon Seed into the Gold Box. “I think I got all of them.”, he says.

So Longwand quickly closes and puts the small gold casket away.

Longwand hands each of the trolls a gold coin and they get ready to walk off.

Rocksucker says to Longwand, “I never knew young Giant cum tasted so good. When I’m back home, I will have to get some of the local young Giants drunk, and suck them off.”

With that-the Trolls rapidly walk down the forest path,and are soon lost to sight.

Longwand looking way up-says to Swift runner, “because of your unfortunate event, and its good outcome for me, I’m going to change you back to your normal size.”

“Besides, I’m horny and need your beautiful ass in my bed tonight-and your lips on my cock-getting it ready so I can fuck your marvelous, flexible ass hole.”

 Longwand, says the gutteral words again, waves his short travel wand, and Swift runner,(and  his clothes), are at their normal size again.

“Now run off to the village and see your new guy, Lance; who they say has a huge, impressive cock and large balls, and loves to be sucked.”

Chapter 1: The Legion

“A thrall’s rite of passage was to be stripped of their dignity before the whole of The Legion.”

“I- I don’t have a last name.” He said timidly. “Just Micah.”

“Your folks didn’t think you was good enough to claim, boy?”

Micah turned the other way, hiding the pained expression on his face. “No. They threw me out as soon as I became a man. One less mouth to feed, I suppose.”

The man with curly orange hair chuckled heartily. “You ain’t no man! Just cause you got a pecker under all them robes don’t make you a man.” The comment made Micah uneasy. In Halcyon, talk of a person’s genitals was forbidden. “But you’ll be good for somethin’. We’ll take this one here.” He proclaimed the room. “I think he’ll serve us mighty fine. Grab him, boys.”

“Yes, Mayor Colt.” 

“Take me? What do you mean?” No one told Micah why he had been dragged out of bed and rushed to put on his modesty robes. But there was palpable panic in the air. The assumption was that the settlement had been invaded or the High Priest overthrown. But nobody was willing to answer any of his questions. He was manhandled by the Mayor’s goons and thrown into the back of a metal cart. “Wait! Can someone tell me what’s happening?” His body crashed into another body whose idle elbow rammed into his side on impact. Seconds later a cloth was placed over his nose and mouth. The last thing he heard were prayers from onlookers gathered outside the church. 

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A bucket of cold water was emptied over his face, jolting him awake in a dripping panic. He rose to his feet with haste and turned on his heels. He found himself at the center of a small forum. A crowd of hundreds of men looked down at him. Not a woman or child in sight. 

What was this place?

He scanned the crowd, briefly. Many were fully clothed, but he was shocked to see exposed torsos and legs dotted around the stands. Near the front, he spotted a man fully naked on his knees. A collar wrapped tight to his throat. A sight shocking enough to make Micah shut his eyes and quickly turn away. Laying witness upon the bare skin of another, even one’s mate, was a sin like murder in Halcyon. Having seen such a vagrant display of immodesty made his forehead sweat and his stomach go queasy. 

“Alright boy, you know why you’re here?” Mayor Colt asked. But Micah’s mind raced. Words failing to come through and flow from his tongue. “Well? Do ya?”

All he could manage was to shake his head side-to-side.

“You see, boy. A couple of your soldiers from Halcyon were on a patrol in the ol’ city ruins when they came across a few of our boys. They panicked. Just like most of you bastard fanatics do when someone isn’t wearing a damn white robe. Attacked em’! And left em’ both for dead. Part of your High Priest’s sorry ass apology was to hand over two of his own in return.” The crowd murmured in disapproval. Cursing and whispering about the High Priest being a cunt. 

“The High Priest gave me up to die?”

The Mayor glided in silence till he was inches from Micah’s nose. He’d put on a dark brown western hat over his ginger curls. It shrouded his face from the sunlight. But through the shadow, Micah could feel intense green eyes peering into his soul. “You’ve got some learnin’ to do. You’re at the heart of the Gallus Legion, boy. We don’t kill men. We make em’ ours.” He pushed past Micah to address the crowd of men. “Men of the Legion! I’m pleased to announce that we’ll be turnin’ these two Halcyon boys into grade A thralls!” 

Two? 

Micah looked to the ground a few feet away to see the other man from the wagon. His head was soaked with water, but was only just beginning to stir awake. In his daze, the two made eye contact. “Daniel?” Micah blurted out incredulously. He hadn’t expected to see one of his best friends. 

The Mayor turned. “Ah! The other thrall’s finally up! Let’s hear it for our prizes from Halcyon!” The crowd roared and hollered! A hunger gleaming in their eyes.

Micah tried to talk with Daniel through the chaos. Seeing one of his best childhood friends was comforting, but his fears were now doubled. “They said the High Priest gave us up! It was part of a deal!” Daniel was confused, more so perhaps than Micah. He was taken without warning. The captors didn’t give second thought to taking him when he was spotted with the High Priest. His soft, handsome features and natural charm made him a looker even in Halcyon, where lust was a dangerous thing.

The Mayor’s goons stormed Daniel as he continued. “I think it’s high time we quit talkin’ and break these boys in. Don’t ya think!” The crowd erupted and began shouting vulgarities. “Now we all know them Halcyon freaks! They can’t touch each other or look at each other without thinkin’ their ‘Lord’ is gonna strike em’ down! So let’s see just how real this Lord is! Let’s see if we burn! Get all that shit off!”

Daniel had just barely gained full consciousness when the men yanked off his robes. “What are you doing? Who are you?” He locked eyes again with Micah. A terror burning in his eyes that Micah had never seen from him. “What are they doing to me?” Beneath his modesty robes was a Halycon standard uniform. A long sleeve button down shirt, dress pants, and briefs. All matching white.

Once the robe was tossed aside, they made quick work of ripping the shirt buttons apart. No matter how much he moved and fought to be let loose, they overpowered the groggy beauty. “Leave him alone!” Micah begged. “STOP!” Their hands made quick work of the belt. His pants slipped to his ankles without warning.

“Stop! You can’t do this to me! Where are the guards?” All that protected Daniel’s modesty were a pair of white briefs.

“Ain’t no guards here boy. It’s just you and us.”

He felt hands begin to storm his body “No! Please! Please I’m- we’re not supposed to be seen! It isn’t right! I can’t be naked in front of people!” The men grabbed and groped every inch of his smooth, slender body. Their palms rubbing across his bare chest and nipples. Between his thighs. Inside the white briefs. “Stop! You’re all freaks! You’re all sinners!” But his words were mute to horny ears. They could only focus on what was behind the bulge. 

“Oh! He’s a big one! Can’t believe they tried hidin’ this under all that fabric!” 

Daniel winced at their touch. He writhed and yanked his body around to try and evade their grasp. His massive bulge jiggled as he resisted. “Leave me alone! Don’t touch it!” Mayor Colt had a devious smile below his thick mustache. 

Once the crowd saw how much manhood was hiding beneath Daniel’s white briefs, they began to lose their patience. “C’mon Colt! Let’s see it!”

“Bend him over!”

“Get them clothes off that thrall!”

“Lets see that cock.” The Mayor whispered in Daniel’s ear. He gripped a seam of the white briefs and pulled apart aggressively. His dick popped out of the destroyed briefs. Flopping around and hitting the sides of his legs. The crowd went feral at the sight. If it weren’t so floppy, it might have been mistaken for an average man’s boner. He looked down in horror as he saw his most hidden parts bouncing around. Hundreds of eye all staring intently at it as numerous hands groped and stroked it.

Micah turned his head quickly when Daniel’s massive package was exposed. But some of the Mayor’s goons saw him avert his gaze. “You better watch this, boy. Look at your friend’s big cock!” They forced his head in Daniel’s direction. But he squeezed his eyes shut to not witness his best friend’s exposure. “This one don’t know how to listen! I told him to look at that cock over there and he’s shutting his eyes! I think he’s forgetting his place!”

“Get that one’s clothes off too!” Mayor Colt demanded. Micah’s heart sank.

“No! Wait!” Especially after seeing Daniel’s dick, he couldn’t fathom being stripped too. “Please, I’ll do anything!”

“Damn right you will.” He attempted to make a run for it. An idiotic choice. He was caught two feet from where he began, tackled straight to the ground. 

The fall made him dizzy and knocked the wind out of him. His modesty robes were off by the time he caught his breath. Then he felt his pants begin slide from his waist. “NO!” His face twisted in anger and fear. “YOU CANT DO THIS!” But a man with thick, veiny arms held him down firm. He kicked and trashed to keep his pants on. But it was no use. They came off and were waved around in the air to mock him. “GET OFF OF ME!” 

Then there were cold hands at the waistband of his underwear. They were pulled over his ass. An open palm spanked aggressively at his cheeks once they came to view. And once again, despite his struggle, the white briefs were snatched from his ankles. He was finally naked, but hadn’t been fully exposed just yet.

The Mayor approached and loomed over. “Stand him up.” 

Daniel couldn’t stomach that Micah was about to be humiliated just as he was. “Don’t do it to him! Please! He’s a pious man!”

“Lets see how much of a man he really is.”

Micah’s face went red hot. His entire body flushed with shame. He knew what was coming. He was strong and resisted valiantly. Shaking off the men around him for some time. His muscles flexing and straining as he fought to keep his pelvis on the ground. It was like an animal in a cage. But eventually he was overcome. And as soon as his hips were lifted from the ground, the aggression and fire in his eyes faded. There was no hiding anymore. Everyone was looking at his penis. “It is a pecker!” The Mayor rejoiced. “I knew it!”

It was a nub that hardly stuck out away from his body. Compounded with the fact that his pubes were wild and untrimmed, it was barely visible. Daniel’s own eyes widened as he was forced to look upon his friend’s humiliation. He had never seen another man’s penis. But he thought they were all normal sized when soft. The sight of such a small flaccid shocked him. There was almost a part of him that felt less embarrassed. At least no one was laughing and pointing at him as they did with Micah.

“I think we made a mistake ya’ll! The Legion ain’t supposed to have any women in it!” The crowd burst into laughter. The Mayor crouched and squinted at eye level with Micah’s penis “Agh there it is! Can any of you see it? Can you see his little pecker? Don’t worry!” Micah wanted to cower away and hide. To collapse into himself and be removed from the earth entirely. He look over at Daniel, and the astonished look on his friend’s face doubled his shame. It suddenly felt as if he were the only one naked. 

“Little Willy!”

“That’s right yall! Over here we got Big Willy!” He gestured to Daniel’s floppy dick and balls. “And o’er yonder, we got little, itty bitty Willy. Let’s call him Little Willy, for short! He’s used to things being short!” Mayor Colt grabbed the tiny shaft of his dick and wiggled it as much it could. Smiling at the crowd and making jokes about how he can barely grab it.

Micah almost removed himself from his body as his arms were held up by goons. Completely exposed to the world. Pointed at. Laughed at. His face was void of all emotion. Though within him stirred every emotion. Anger, fear, humiliation, envy. 

It was truly a sight. Micah and his large athletic frame with almost nothing between his legs, completely red in the face. Stood next to Daniel with his slender frame leading down to a flaccid seen all the way from the top of the forum . The two were paraded around the stands. Touched and fondled by hundreds of men. It seemed to drag on forever.  Always another hand ready to slip between their ass cheeks, fiddle their nipples, and fondle their vastly different sized penises. 

When they were eventually led out of the forum, they thought it was over. They thought being stripped of their clothes and put on public display might be the end of it. But this had only been the introduction ceremony. A thrall’s rite of passage was to be stripped of their dignity before the whole of The Legion. But that was merely step one. It was time for training.

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Author’s note: If you have read this far, I hope you enjoyed yourself! This story is and will continue to be a slower burn. But that is how I like it. I’m the guy who rewinds porn so that I fully understand the context. Later chapters will likely move faster. But I really wanted to fully set these guys up for their humiliation. I’ve never written small penis humiliation before, so that was a fun new exploration!

For the road ahead, I’m very excited about this story. I’ve written a few things before but have rarely been inspired past day one. But this story and world really excite me, and I love imagining these two characters in different scenarios. Plenty more chapters to come! They’ll be filled with more CMNM, humiliation, bondage, etc. 

There I was at the Wegman’s after work one day when I saw a very hot guy working in the produce area. He was Black, 6’2, probably 40, as his dark hair was greying at the temples. He sported a salt & pepper goatee, very attractive, the top two buttons of his shirt exposing some dark curly chest hair and he was wearing an apron. His name tag said “Walter”. I tried not to stare as I watched him unloading bags of potatoes from a box onto the display shelves.

Even through his apron I could tell Walter had a rock hard ass and his upper body was quite fit.

Walter caught me steeling glances as I placed ingredients for a salad into the shopping cart.

“Hey, how’s it going?”, Walter asked. His smile was bright and perhaps I was reading into it, but he gave off a wicked vibe.

“Pretty good, thanks. A great selection of produce today. The cucumbers are so huge today.”, I responded playfully.

“I’m sure you do like huge cucumbers, lol. Have you seen the yams yet? I bet you’d like those, too.”

Walter was bad, flirting with me in the middle of the produce aisle like that. I wasn’t expecting this at all.

“Why don’t you show me the yams and maybe you can pick one out for me?”

Walter guided me toward the yams and after handling g few in his large hard he produced a fat one. This particular specimen was perfect, a nice circumference at the top, working down towards a large bulbous end.

“I’m sure this one would feel good. Oh…I’m sorry, I meant taste good.”

“Walter is it? you just met me. What makes you think I’d know anything about how yams feel?”

“I see hundreds of people coming through here every day. I have a good read on people. My gaydar was off the charts when I saw you stroking the cucumbers.”

“Well, I won’t lie. I’ve been told I give off gay vibes before. I’m an easy mark.”

“I get off my shift in a few minutes. I’d love to continue this conversation in a more private setting. I only live a few minutes from here if you’d like to come over later?”

“Walter, do you hit on all your customers?”

“Nah, just the gay ones, lol. Here’s my address come on by around 7 if you like.”. Walter reached into his apron pocket and wrote it on a small note pad and placed it in my hand. When our hands touched my skin tingled and I knew then I couldn’t say no.

“Ok, I’ll go home and change my clothes and I’ll see you around seven then.”

Walter gave me a wink and a swat on my backside and I finished my grocery shopping and went home.

I showered and douched in the event Walter wanted to get into some anal play, but who knows what his motivations were?

As I approached Walter’s front door to his town home, I became a little nervous and my hands became sweaty, my pits were, too, and my mouth went dry. I don’t know why I was so anxious. I’d been in similar situations hundreds of times before.

Walter greeted me with that wicked:smile and invited me inside. He was wearing a black v-neck t-shirt that hugged his frame nicely. I’m sure all those years working in produce helped create his physique. He wore Lucky Brand jeans and now I had an unobstructed view of his round ass and his bulge.

Walter hugged me tightly and groped my ass. “I’m so glad you could come over tonight.”

“Thanks for having me.”, I said sheepishly.

“Can I get you a glass of wine? I’ve got a glass of white going myself but have red if you prefer.”

“No, white is perfect.”

Walter had great taste, I saw him grip the bottle of Santa Margherita and pour it into the wine glass and handed it to me.

“To new friends”, we toasted.

We made small talk as we sipped our wine on the sofa, Walter was a confident man and he was slowly moving closer and closer towards me on the sofa until our knees touched.

“So, do you always fondle your cucumbers before you buy one?”, he asked jokingly.

“Yes, it has to have a certain amount of thickness and be at least a foot long in order to be in the running. I’m very particular about my produce.”

“I’m just going to have to ask you, are you eating these cucumbers or…something else?”

“Walter, you are direct, I’ll give you that. Sometimes I do eat the cucumbers, other times, I don’t.”

“You don’t? Tell me then, what do you do with them?”

Walter poured us a second glass by now and my inhibitions were diminishing with every sip.

“Well, since you asked, and I’m already a little drunk, I’ll tell you. Cucumbers make for a great sex toy. They can be firm, and do a great job stretching my hole out. Also, with just a little coat of grease they slide in and out rather easily.”

“Huh. Wow, I’ll never be able to look at cucumbers the same way again. I’m picturing you now in your back sliding a big fat one up your pussy.”

“Walter, you’re so bad. You’re already picturing me nearly nude pleasuring myself with a cucumber!”

“Fuck yeah, I’d love to see it for real. You know, I happened to bring home a special fat one tonight, if you’re interested to show me exactly how you do it. I want to see your pussy lips stretched and wrapped around it.”

Walter leaned in to kiss me. He tasted of wine and when our lips connected, I melted inside and I knew right then he had me under his spell and I’d do whatever he wanted.

“Yeah, ok, I’ll do it. You got any Crisco? That seems to work well.”

“I do have Crisco, but I also have elbow grease if you prefer?”

“Bring both”, I said as we headed to the bedroom.

Walter laid out some towels on his bed. He sat in a chair across from the bed and watched me strip down to my black Gym jockstrap.

“Wait a minute there. Is your cock in a cage?”

“Yeah, it is, why?”

“That is so fucking hot. Take off your jock, I want to see it!”

I removed the jock and the black Cellmate 3 Cagink Pro was on full display.

“Holy shit! Fucking fantastic!” Walter began to fondle it in his fingers.

“There’s no padlock?”

“No, it’s remote controlled. My Keyholder Jace has the code.”

“That is hot as fuck! I knew when I saw you you were a bottom, but had no idea you were such a faggot. Man, I hit the jackpot tonight. How long you been locked up?”

“Since mid-January for the most part.”

“Fucking, holy hell! I love sissy bottoms. So much fun to play with. Now you are gonna show me something, weren’t you?”

“Yeah, I was. First, I’m gonna grease up this baby”. I dipped my fingers in the elbow grease and spread it all around the cucumber, leaving the bottom portion clean for a good grip.

I placed a pillow behind my head and pulled my legs up. I turned my hips to the chair so Walter had a front row seat to my pucker. First, I dipped a wet finger inside and circled my hole around with it.

“Oh that looks so hot, man.”

Walter was excited to watch me play, which turned me on. I dipped in three fingers now and began to stretch my lips open even more, working my digits into my hole, feeling it loosen up nicely.

“Oh, don’t make me wait. Don’t tease me, come on, let me see how you ride that big pickle!”

I gripped the base of the cucumber in my left hand and brought the other end to my anal ring. I slowly pushed inside and let out a slight moan of delight as the first two inches were inside me. I pulled it back and pushed it back inside adding more inches. This was a wrist-thick cucumber. I took my time working it inside me until the full width had fit inside me comfortably. It was easily gliding up my ass and I began to go faster with it, loudly moaning now as it felt terrific.

I watched Walter pull his shorts down and start jerking his eight inch dick.

I was lost in pleasuring myself and didn’t notice Walter left the room momentarily. When I opened my eyes, he was sitting in the bed next to me. He pushed my hand away and began to fuck me with the cucumber himself.

“You like that, faggot? I can see your little dick leaking!”

“Ohhh fuck yes, I love it”, I blurted.

“I got something else for you. Close your eyes, it’s a surprise!”

Walter pulled the cucumber out and I felt something different push through my hole. It was slightly rougher, and I felt my hole become wider and wider.

“Ohhh fuck, what is it? It’s fucking huge! Oh fuck!!”

Walter stopped for a minute with my hole gaped over this object and he placed a small bottle of poppers into my palm.

“Go on, get a good hit and then I’ll show you what I’ve got up your pussy.”

I took a big hit. Walter pulled the object from my ass. It was that perfect yam he’d shown me at the store. Then he pushed it back inside. With the poppers rush my hole opened well and we were almost to the widest part. Having been fisted on a regular basis helped me stretch wide enough to take it.

“Look at that ass opened up. You must have lots of practice putting large things in your asshole. You take fists?”

“Uhhh huh” I said as I moaned from being fucked by an actual yam. My cock was leaking so much at this point, too.

“Shit, I’m gonna put my fist up your ass! I wanna punch it out so badly!”

Walter pulled the yam out and my hole made all kinds of noises, it was so sloppy and gaping, my lips swollen and flapping.

“Take a hit!”

I took a hit and Walter’s closed fist pushed right inside me, knuckles first, all the way up to his wrist. Walter pulled his hand back out and did it again and again, with each punch my hole expanded further. I inhaled again and that when Walter didn’t hold back and began to give my hole a decent blow out. I had an assgasm along the way and my cock juice dribbled down my cage and down my nuts.

“Fuck me, Walter. I wanna feel your cock up my ass!”

Walter wiped his hand off with a towel and pulled off his shirt. He had a fine body, fuck he did. Walter stroked his hard dick a couple of times. He hovered over me while still on my back, placed my feet on his pecs and pushed inside.

“Oh fuck, that hole is sloppy and warm. Fucking feels so good. I knew I’d be dicking you tonight , faggot. I knew you’d be laying in my bed with my cock buried in your ass!”

Watching Walter’s sex face as he fucked inside me was a sight to behold. He knew how to work his cock to pleasure himself, slowly gyrating his hips on the down stroke. His manhood was thick and hard, and my ass lips enveloped all his inches enthusiastically.

“Oh fuck Walter, you feel so good inside me. I wanna feel you cum. Cum for me baby”

Walter kissed me hard and his hips went into overdrive. Fucking me like a jack rabbit, his breathing became more labored. I wrapped my arms  around his strong back and felt his muscles tensing. Walter was breathing heavily into my mouth now.

“Grrr, uhhh, I’m gonna cum, baby!”

Walter kissed me hard again as I felt his cock spraying his seed up my guts.  Walter kept fucking me slowly until his balls had emptied.

When he rolled over, his cock was so sloppy, lots of lube mixed with cum. I took a towel and wiped him off then I kissed him.

It was a weeknight so I did need to go home so I thanked Walter for an awesome time. He was sleepy but said he had a wonderful time, too and said I should call him again soon.

I left his place and I’ll tell you, he is someone I could really see myself with. Such a nice guy and dominant in bed, good looking, interesting to converse with. I laid in bed thinking about that and then how Jace would fit into this equation?

I’m Jai, 21, a college senior, half-Thai, half Irish-American. I’ve got a super compact body, 5’6”, 18O, black hair, blue eyes, smooth face, don’t have much visible beard stubble, smooth all over. I’m a gym rat and have entered body building competitions. I have regular laser hair removal treatments for my pits, pubes and crack. I’m also an out and flaming homo, and make no secrets about my wee three inch cock that is 24/7 locked up. People say I look just like Eli Shaw, one of my favorite porn idols.

Our frat had a Halloween Party last week. It was epic. I dressed up in a Robin costume (of Batman and Robin fame), as everyone had always suspected him as a big fairy bottom, which definitely describes me to a tee. The tights hugged my thick thighs well, and for sure accentuated my locked cock and rockin’ ass. I know when I checked myself out in the mirror I was so pleased to see my ripped abs were visible through the fabric. All that work in the gym had really paid off. I’d thought about doing a round of PEDs to get really ripped but honestly I don’t think I can look any better and my balls are already tiny marbles. If I took PEDs I think my nuts would likely disappear!

So there I am at the party and everyone is tying one on. Everyone is dressed up in costumes, music is pumping in the frat house. I didn’t bring a date as I typically fly solo. You know how it gets with a bunch of college frat boys, the more they drink the hornier they get. Well, same goes for me. I’m well into my third beer just talking to rando guys, and to be honest, with masks on and my drunken state, I have no idea who I’m talking to, but I’m randy as fuck so it won’t take much for me to bend over and give up my hole to some stranger.

There were quite a few guys wearing superhero costumes, and just like me, showing off their sculpted bodies. Tights do nothing to hide bulges, and I was seeing some that made my mouth water and my pussy twitch in my heightened state of arousal. I haven’t had any dick in almost a week and needed to get my hands wrapped around one soon or I’d be forced to use my toys to get off which isn’t as much fun as the real thing.

Since I was wearing that Robin costume, it was only natural that all four of the Batmans flocked to talk to me. Seriously, how could they resist? Two of them were at the party with their heterosexual dates, Wonder Woman and Supergirl. They were nice enough and sure looked delicious wearing their Batman costumes, but they were straight and off limits for the moment.

Now the other two Batman’s were solo just like me, and if I played my cards right, I’m sure I could bed one or both of them. The first solo Batman was fucking hot as hell, at least his body was. He was at least 7 inches taller than me, 220, his muscles had muscles. He had a sultry deep voice that kept my attention, and his tenor tone could be heard even with the blaring music playing at ear busting decibels. His voice made me melt with deep desire. I swear when I glanced down at his crotch, his dick was growing rapidly. It could have been my imagination, or maybe it was a drunken fantasy. When he left me to grab another drink the other solo Batman made his move and struck up a conversation with me.

“You look amazing in that costume, Robin!”

“Thanks, you look terrific, too, Batman!”

This Batman was about 6 feet tall and bulkier, 240 or 250 I’d imagine, he had a build like the Hulk himself. I thought my thighs were thick, but his were straining to stay in the fabric of the tight as fuck costume he had on. His nickel sized nipples were erect and I wanted so badly to feel them.

“Are you a frat brother?”, second solo Batman asked.

“Yeah man, I’m a senior here. You?”

“Actually, my brother is. He told me to come along tonight so I could check things out. I’m a sophomore at the community college and need to transfer next year.”

“What do you think so far?” I asked him inching closer and closer towards him.

“So far I love it. This fucking party is off the charts. And, the boys here are hot as fuck!”

Where there it was, he was definitely coming on to me.

“Oh yeah, you like what you see?”

“Fuck yes, I love it.  I love how your ass looks, Robin. Maybe it’s the booze but I wanna get my dick up in there. How fucking hot would that be, Batman fucking Robin, ha!”

I took a huge swig of beer and toyed with Batman some more. I placed a hand on his hardening cock and slightly squeezed it. That was a sizable handful.

“Impressive Batman. How do you know I take it up the ass?”

“I’m fucking Batman, dude. I know all. Besides, I can see that lock over your dick, and we both know Robin always bends over for Batman’s dick on command!”

I loved his confidence. Such a turn on.

“Shall we head to the Bat Cave then, Batman?”

“Fuck yeah, Robin. To the Bat Cave!”

I’ve not even seen his face and did not want or need to. I felt that big eight inch dick in his tights and knew I needed to have it up my bum hole. I took him to my room in the frat house. We heard fuck noises in some of the other rooms on our way there. These frat bros are horny motherfuckers, that’s for sure.

“Well, holy Toledo Batman! Sounds like fucking is in the air tonight”, I declared.

“Copy that, Robin.  Gonna get my Big Bat Stick up that butt Boy Wonder!”

I loved that this dude was staying in character, was freakin’ hot as hell.

I opened my door and we both stepped inside and I shut the door behind us. Batman and I began to swap tongues and our lips locked, our masks were securely fitting over our heads so it wasn’t too difficult to maneuver. Touching Batman’s body over his costume no sent tingles up and down my body, like tiny electric jolts of joy.

Batman was careful to keep his mask on as he began to pull his torso from his body suit. First pulling out his massive arms. Each bicep the size of a softball. For a young guy his chest was very developed and covered in a thick layer of dark hair. Batman was a manly man full of testosterone. My fingers needed to feel his chest. I stood in awe as each hand began to rub his pecs and I leaned in to take one of those nickel tits I to my mouth. Batman raised his hands up and over his head as I feasted on his pits and nips.

I helped Batman pull his costume down past his waist. His erection sprang out at me angrily. I wrapped my fingers around it and began to stroke it. I admired its size, both length and girth and then I lunged and felt its warmth in my mouth.

“Mmmmm, Batman. You have a massive and delicious cock!”

I verbalized my appreciation for the mammoth cock piece now down my throat and began to slowly move my head up and down, making sure I coated it with as much wetness as I could.

“Damn it, Robin! You’re gonna make me blow. Stop that and show me that ass!”

Batman pulled me up from my knees, spun me around, pushed me on my hands and knees and my ass was up and high for the taking. Batman ripped the seat of my tights open and exposed my pussy hole. Batman spit on my hole and began to finger it, swirling his gloved fingers inside like he was mixing a drink.

Batman spit on his gloved hand again and coated his cock and said, “Holy Hole in a Donut, Robin! What a great ass!”

Batman inched his dick closer to my hole and once I felt the tip make contact, my pussy lips reached out and pulled his cock inside like a Venus flytrap. My pussy lips were like suction cups gripping onto his length and swallowing up all his inches.  When Batman had boned me all the way in he declared,

“It’s not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me, Robin! Hang on Boy Wonder for the ride of your life. The Bat Mobile is taking off!”

Batman grabbed my hips and pulled his hips back several inches and plunged back inside. Batman was a skilled top, each take back of his hips came with a harder dive back inside my velvet tunnel. Building up steam, Batman began to rail into me faster and harder, his cock growing harder and longer as it hit its target over and over, hitting my p-spot in just the right place.

“Ohhh fuck, Batman! You’re gonna make me blow! Don’t stop! Oh fuck! Oooohhhhhhh fuuucckkkk!”

Batman’s fuck stick took me to orgasm and I splooged a load all over my tights.

My hole clamped onto Batman’s dick hard and spasmed around it. Batman was unrelenting and continued to fuck me through my climax, building faster towards his own.

“Jesus, Robin! Your asshole is good. I’m gonna give you my Bat Juice! Fuck!! Oh Fuck! Fuck Boy Wonder! Here it comes just for you. Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ooohhhhhhh FFFUUUCCKKK! Ahhhhhh yeah!”

Batman injected me with his Bat Juice alright. I felt his hot cum dripping down my taint when he pulled out.   

“Thank you, Batman! That was hot!”

Batman began to pull his costume back on and said,

“I want you to do me a favor. I want you to tell all your friends about me.”

And he left like a bat out of hell. I laughed because I recognized that Batman quote from the tv show.

I pulled myself together after Batman left me on the bed with a loaded hole. I was so drunk I didn’t even care that I had a huge cum stain on the front of my tights and a tear in the back. I mean, let’s be perfectly honest, Robin is expected to be a little ho, right?  I was just getting more into character.

I went back out to the party and took another drink. This time I decided on the rum punch that was a special brew just for the Halloween party.

Our party guests were so ripped they didn’t even notice my gaping and cummy hole nor the giant stain on my tights for the most part. Everyone was so engrossed in their own shit they certainly didn’t care about mine. That’s how it should be.

So I went off to one side of the large room and watched as everyone was mingling or dancing in pairs of two or more. I was startled when I heard, “Hey Robin! I was looking all over for you. I left to get a drink and you disappeared.

It was the other solo Batman, the tall one.

Then his eyes glared downward and saw the big splotch of dampness in my tights.

“Looks like you had an accident there, Boy Wonder? Did you spill something?”

“That’s one way to phrase it, Batman. Yeah, sorry it’s been a fun night talking to all the Batmans here tonight.”

“You’re the only Robin I’ve seen here tonight so I could see why you’re so popular. Also, fuck, I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but dude, you have a ripped little body. So fucking hot!”

“Thank you, Batman. Yeah, I go to the gym a lot.”

I flexed my biceps for him just to be flirtatious and get a reaction.

Batman squeezed my grapefruits.

“Holy smokes, Robin! Your arms are ripped! Turn around, let me see those glutes.”

I was so drunk I didn’t care at this point. I turned around and bent over.

“That’s not the only thing that’s ripped, Boy Wonder. What a pretty pink used hole you got there, sport. Is that Bat Juice dripping out your hole?”

“Yes it is, Batman!”

“I know Bat Juice when I see it, Robin!  I got more for you right here if you need it.”, pointing down to his crotch.

“Damn Batman! That’s quite the tool you’ve got there. To the Bat Cave then, shall we?”

“Absolutely, Boy Wonder!”

Batman had a sophisticated costume where he was able to release his big dick without pulling off his tights.  We wasted no time, he was already hard as brick and my pussy was already lubed. I laid back in my bed, on my back, ankles up and back, my hole winking at Batman.

Batman walked up close to me and pointed his cock right at my hole and pushed just the tip inside.

“Oh Robin, that ass is so good. Fuck, love to breed a cummy and sloppy hole.”

Batman plunged down to the base stretching my hole out around his big boner. Damn that felt good.

Batman put his arms around me, cradling me as his cock penetrated me, battering my pussy hole. I was panting and moaning like a total fag.

“Take my dick, Robin! Feel my big Bat dick up in your ass. Oh fuck that’s so good. Your hole is so wet, Boy Wonder. Oh fuck yes!”

“Fuck me, Batman! My fuck hole needs more Bat Juice!”

Watching this hunk of a man own my hole was quite the spectacle. I loved feeling his arms wrapped around my tight little frame. My caged cock on full display, signifying all that I am without having to say it out loud.

“Fuck yeah, Robin! I’m gonna breed that all good. Here it comes, fucker. Ooohhhh yeah. Ohhhhh shit. What a fucking sloppy hole. Can you hear my big dick sloshing around in that ass? Sooo good. Oh fuck! Ooohhh fuck!! Take my load, Robin! Come on, squeeze that ass for me. Ughhh yeah, fuck! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ohhhh fuuuuuuuuck!”

Batman shot a large super human load up my ass. I could feel his fuckstick convulsing inside me, his sperm babies flying from his balls and into my butt.  As he was firing off, my own balls tightened and with just the repeated intrusion of Batman’s cock drilling my ass, I fired off a second load, a strong and powerful assgasm that left my cock dribbling sweet cum down the metal sheaf.

Batman pulled out, placed his spent cock back into his costume and took off quietly and swiftly.

When he left I decided not to reemerge from my room. It was late, I was drunk, and my hole had a great workout.

“I solemnly pledge myself before God and these witnesses to practice faithfully all of my duties as a member of the Hospital Corps. I hold the care of the sick and injured to be a sacred trust and will assist the Medical Officer with loyalty and honesty. I will not knowingly permit harm to come to any patient.”   ~ US Navy Corpsman’s Oath ~

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Participating in Lincoln High School’s Junior ROTC program for four years, Kevin Kasberg dutifully serviced his military science instructors, cadet officers, and countless corps classmates. Feeding his addiction, many appreciatives found release inside his accommodating mouth. 

But he desires more than Shinnston West Virginia can provide.

The small town is 99% white and he craves ethnic cuisine.

Yearning for meaning & purpose, adventure & camaraderie, he visits the Armed Forces Recruiting Center. Committed to cause, cock, and country, he possesses essential attributes for successful enlisted servitude. And the competition between recruiters to fill a quota is robust.

After years of missing recruitment goals the military needs new applicant pools. Lifting the stigma, embracing a diachronic perspective, diversity is now celebrated. Filling the void, rainbow capital is wooed at high schools, pride celebrations, and on social media forums.

“I want medical training,” declares Kasberg.

Boys with special inclinations are drawn to be pecker checkers. Comprised of 80% young males, the military affords unparalleled opportunities to explore masculinity. Possessing extra enthusiasm in delivering compassionate care, who doesn’t benefit from more gays in uniform?

Pitches extol branch virtues – narratives of accomplishments and traditions. Opportunities to play with impressive big-boy toys: tanks, jets, helicopters, ships, and submarines. Patriotic paraphernalia and a profusion of promises are proffered to persuade preferences.

Choose your affiliation and you choose your fate.

Army Combat Medic, Air Force Medical Technician, or Navy Hospital Corpsman?

Capturing his imagination, Kasberg can’t resist the witchery of the Navy’s dress blue bell-bottom crackerjacks with thirteen button front flap. Providing no place for a guy to stow his gear, the stunning uniform is an effective advertisement billboard for nautical salacity.

Enjoying a well-deserved reputation, the Navy consistently attracts a disproportionate number of homosexuals. It’s the allure of randy sailors spending months secluded at sea. Ships brimming with desperate, needy, suckable cocks. Who could wish for anything more?

“Sir, I want to be a Hospital Corpsman.”

“Excellent! We’ll need to confirm your aptitude,” explains the Navy recruiter.

Deferentially taking position on indurate knees, Kasberg happily services the Lieutenant, a Senior Chief Boatswain’s Mate, and two E5 petty officers. Sequentially sucking, savoring, and swallowing saporous semen he impresses them with his alacrity and artistry.

Passing a medical examination, toxicology screening, police background check, and the ASVABs, he’s highly qualified for the Corpsman (HM) rating. Embodying transitioning gender-expansive values, there’s definitely a place in the Fleet for the talented cock sucker.

And he signs a five-year enlistment contract.

Three-month delayed entry provides time to complete necessary paperwork and enjoy one last carefree civilian summer. Sucking every last drop out of Shinnston, Kasberg consumes as much hometown elixir as possible to sustain him before departing for boot camp.

* * *

Indoctrination. Militarization. Transformation.

Recruit Training Command, Naval Station Great Lakes, IL can process 16 divisions of 88 recruits every 9 weeks. Many barracks are unused since conscription ended and manpower levels were reduced. Each building contains berthing compartments, heads, and training classrooms.

Fresh meat stews in the Naval cultural caldron. Tenderized, seasoned, and infused with nautical flavor (core values, customs, and traditions), recruits receive instruction on command structure, Navy Regs, uniforms, UCMJ, ship classes, seamanship, damage control, and water survival.

Every moment is meticulously scripted and sedulously supervised.

There’s no place for modesty in the Navy.

Working, living, sleeping in close quarters at sea, there’s no privacy, no secrets. Constant physical intimacy is an inescapable reality. Sailors must be desensitized to ubiquitous flesh and suppress carnal desires to function as a cohesive warfare fighting team.

Open barracks and communal heads help recalibrate recruits. Eclectic masculinity is on full display. Arresting portraits of America bathed in light and shadow. An opportunity to address every curiosity, inquisitive eyes are inexorably drawn downward to take the measure of men.

Reciprocated exhibitionism and voyeurism.

Indelible images captured on internal canvases.

Foregoing customary privacy protocols, adjacent to large gang showers are partitionless stainless-steel shitters. A dozen fixtures out in the open sit side-by-side. In the center of the head, like an Italian courtyard water fountain, is a four-foot diameter circular communal urinal.

Adjusting to military life, shy and embarrassed boys must overcome ingrained anxieties – paruresis and parcopresis. Fully exposed and on display, having no choice they evacuate bladders and bowels in close proximity while other males attentively observe the proceedings.

Inexplicably immersing, it’s a spectacle rivaling ancient Greek Olympics. Paying homage to Zeus, unabashed naked athletes with kynodesme tied around foreskins proudly displayed their physical prowess to appreciative audiences… men, boys, and young maidens.

The allure is undeniable.

And Kasberg captures constitutionals with photographic eyes.

* * *

It’s the last Sunday before Thursday’s graduation.

After eight weeks of ramrod restrictions recruits revel in relative release.

Naked, jockeying for position around the urinal, transformed cock-confident boys with no inhibitions purposefully parade packages. Swinging hips. Dancing dicks. Skylarking, they massage ballooning shafts and retract redundant prepuces over blood-engorged glans.

Micturition commences as torrential flows strike stainless steel. Strongly scented small-batch brewed pale ales and pilsners. Ten fluid ounces of golden filtered water, lightly kilned malted barley, and spicy hops. Bright, crisp acidic notes… distinctive yet familiar.

Like mischievous little boys with water pistols, scampish sailors cross streams, splash, and splatter. Mock outrage as a water war erupts. Spontaneous escalation; mutual assured soakings.

Thrusting pelvises, clenching abdominal muscles, contracting bladders, urethral sphincter nozzles spray at high velocity. Legs, chests, and faces get drenched in comforting warm salt water. Reservoirs are rapidly depleted, and just as quickly as it started, it’s over.

Ribald banter. A rising tide of desire.

Stimulated sails unfurl in splendor as salacity soars.

Anticipatory release is close at hand as throbbing, pulsing shafts, are needfully pulled and pumped. An intrinsic sacred celebration of life, many civilizations cultivated cock-centric ceremonies. And masturbation was an integral mythological component of mundanity.

Egyptians believed the god Atum created the Milky Way by ejaculating into the cosmos. Paying homage, pharaohs ceremoniously jerked off into the Nile yearly with enthralled audiences in attendance. Initiating the rebirth cycle… the offerings ensured fertile farm land and prosperity.

The Aztec, Maya, and Inca believed masturbation was a gift from the gods. In ceremonies atop pyramids so gathered masses could watch, kings would jerk, ejaculate, and pierce foreskins. Semen and blood offerings ensured rain, agricultural abundance, and the continuation of life.

And countless tomes have been written about Greek and Persian masturbatory practices.

Sailors shamelessly stroke swollen shafts.

With no correlation between flaccid and erect, they’re fascinated with inflation. Foot-longs and cocktail franks; winners and losers in genetic roulette. Massive meaty Black and Latin cocks amaze and delight while diminutive Asian & Irish heritage offerings validate whispered tropes.

Conspiratorial grins. Consensual nods.

Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered by beckoning, blood-bloated boners, hands extend and exchange prizes. Squeezing and kneading, they savor surprising sensations supplied by unfamiliar digits. Employing a wide array of techniques, clearly there’s no wrong way to jerk a needy cock.

Standing shoulder-to-shoulder, hip-to-hip, wringing hands wrestle girthy cylinders pumped to priapic proportions. Desiring completion, wishful thrusting hips instinctively accompany rhythmic strokes. Shallow ragged breaths, fast and furious, as smooth chests rise and fall.

A profusion of deity invocations.

A powerful act of theurgy, sharing the spiritual experience, celebrating brotherhood, males manifest gratitude in mindful mutual manipulation. Reaching heightened levels of pleasure, unlocking innate universal energy, they connect on a higher plane of intimacy.

Moans, groans, lustful tones.

Flushed fevered faces dazed and delighted.

Approaching intense climatic throes, shafts swell, testicles retract, legs shake, asses quake, muscles clench, and toes curl. Glazed eyes rollback under fluttering lids. Incipient orgasms percolate upwards as undulating waves of ecstasy course through cores.

Emphatic explosions; exultant ejaculations.

Effluent emanations everywhere.

* * *

Graduation arrives.

Two hours of military pageantry in Midway Ceremonial Hall.

Marching lockstep in pass-in-review, newly minted sailors are enrobed in nautical splendor – form fitting dress blue crackerjacks with iconic dixie cups. Executing a series of well-practiced maneuvers, eight divisions face forward in formation towards fascinated family and friends.

Seven hundred sleek silhouettes adorned with vibrant, radiant promise. Standing at parade rest, thirteen button flaps perfectly profile possessions. Making a presence on the landscape like Neolithic monuments across Britain, masculinity’s megaliths and mounds attract attention.

Proud and prominent; captivating and compelling.

And the admiring audience’s cameras flash continuously.

The Navy Band plays the National Anthem, a chaplain offers a brief nondenominational invocation, and the men recite the Sailor’s Creed. Awards and presentations. An inspirational speech by the RTC Commanding Officer, and the band plays Anchors Aweigh.

* * *

Naval careers get underway.

Sailors depart for contractually guaranteed technical training. Those without specific rating designations (non-rates) and bottom dwellers lacking sufficient intelligence or military bearing to warrant an additional investment in specialized training are vectored directly to the Fleet.

Norfolk. Little Creek. Mayport. San Diego. Everett. Pearl Harbor.

Government property unencumbered by expectations, most will accomplish shit jobs: chip & paint hulls, labor in scullery or laundry rooms, scrub engineering bilges, stand midwatches, and clean heads & berthing compartments. All necessary crap that no one joins the Navy to do.

Fresh seafood always attracts attention. Savvy seadogs looking to mollify appetites will subjugate the new boys. A perishable commodity, many rectal rings will get stretched, wrecked, and ruined. Eventually, fists are crammed up inside convulsing cranberry gloves for appreciative audiences.

And who isn’t captivated by the ultimate act of conquest?

* * *

Kasberg is transported to Joint Base Fort Sam Houston, San Antonio, Texas.

The Medical Education and Training Campus is a Joint DoD training facility. Over the course of nineteen weeks he learns clinical techniques, procedures, and skills required to support Navy & Marine Corps field units as an entry-level HM-0000/ L03A basic Hospital Corpsman.

Hundreds of attractive enlisted men abound on campus. Mouthwatering dining options. After a steady diet of rich seafood, he’s eager to sample some interservice beef. Advertising desire, many Army Combat Medics and Air Force Medical Technicians reciprocate interest.

Brobdingnagian bundles gesticulate.

A cornucopia of comestibles.

Speaking to his soul, an irresistible verity, bobbing cocks demand sucking. Licking lips in anticipation, Kasberg demonstrates considerable technical talents. Massive blood-engorged Black and Latin cocks sequentially disappear down his accommodating Navy throat.

And indisputably no one sucks like a sailor!

Committed to rendering service, impressing senior leadership with exceptional aptitude and unbridled enthusiasm, he’s meritoriously promoted to HM3 and selected for advanced training as a Preventative Medicine Technician (PMT). Enlisted classification HM-8432/ L12A.

The ultimate pecker checker designation.

Besides standard Navy OSH surveillance duties, shipboard PMTs perform berthing & head sanitation inspections, administer immunizations, investigate epidemiological sightings, and diagnose/ treat shipmates’ communicable and sexually transmitted diseases.

After an additional sixteen weeks of training Kasberg graduates and receives orders to the medical department of an aircraft carrier home ported at Naval Base Norfolk, Virginia.

USS Harry S. Truman CVN-75.

* * *

Built in Newport News VA, commissioned July 98, the 103,900-ton ship is 1,092 feet long with a draft of 37-feet. Propelled by two Westinghouse A4W nuclear reactors driving four 21-foot screws, she can exceed 35 knots with a range of three million nautical miles before refueling.

HST departs Norfolk for an extended 8-month Mediterranean – Indian Ocean – Persian Gulf deployment. Escorted by cruiser Anzio and destroyers Bulkeley, Gonzalez, Ramage and Gravely, she supports 5th and 6th Fleet missions against the Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant.

Aboard are 6,012 sailors, airmen, and marines.

An approximate 80 /20 ratio of cock to split-tail.

Female roles expanded in 1978 – allowing them to serve on tenders, oilers, and other auxiliary ships. In 1993 Congress repealed the Combat Exclusion Law allowing sea cows aboard all Navy combatants – forever altering the traditional at-sea male bonding experience.

Prejudicial to good order and discipline, sex on ships is prohibited by Navy Regs Article 1165 and OPNAV Inst 5370.2B. In the junior enlisted ranks transient liaisons are natural and un-stoppable. Instead of wasting money on hookers & hustlers, sailors just fuck & suck each other.

Unfortunately, the preponderance of HST’s split-tails are lesbian.

Precious little opportunity for satisfying relief from a ‘shaft alley Sally.’

Riled men find alternatives to alleviate pent-up sexual energy. Clandestine collaborations of convenience, mindless lustful reciprocations, are common in remote and secluded spaces: pump rooms, load centers, engineering spaces, store rooms, damage control voids, etc.

Facilitating an otherwise impermissible mixing of race, rate, and rank, it’s the confluence of combustible compulsions and carnal cravings. And most every passion, perversion, and paraphilia is accommodated. Disturbing dalliances only possible aboard a deployed carrier.

And what happens at sea stays at sea.

* * *

Kasberg enjoys unfettered access to cock.

Between sick calls, health assessments, and sanitation & habitability inspections, he’s seen thousands. Every conceivable configuration. Earning a reputation for providing compassionate care, sailors seek out the openly gay corpsman’s salutary ministrations.

Utilizing available resources, a dozen well-passed around sea-pussy boys deleteriously impact the health of unsuspecting sailors. Enjoying frequent unprotected congress, transmission of fulminant diseases are endemic – chlamydia, syphilis, gonorrhea, human papillomavirus.

Many throbbing, burning, dripping cocks require Kasberg’s expert attention.

Providing clinical diagnosis, treatment, and follow-up care, cocks are lovingly nursed back to health. Educating sailors and encouraging better choices, he discusses their sexual histories, behaviors, and desires. Going the extra mile, he dutifully sucks 10 to 15 every day.

More if scrumptious midshipman cuisine is on the menu.

* * *

A sailor from Air Department V-3 Division reports to medical.

ABH3 Lopez, Third Class Aviation Boatswain’s Mate (aircraft handling).

A boy with captivating cinnamon complexion and more muscle than a New England clambake. Flashing a wide radiant knowing smile, he extracts his cock and gives it a purposeful, taunting tug. Accentuating length and girth, the instrument commands immediate attention.

“Can you take care of this for me, doc?”

Kasberg’s expressive eyes exude unconcealed desire. Sublimely beautiful, a powerful aura surrounds the awakened idol. Sacred and eternal. Craving communion, professing his faith like a good Christian, the corpsman willingly worships on his knees.

Leaning forward, retracting the redundant prepuce, his tongue runs across the swollen glans. Sampling seeping sebaceous secretions, layers of sumptuous flavor resonate… smoked chiles, achiote, garlic, oregano, cumin, coriander, cinnamon, and cocoa.

Breathing deeply, musky pheromones suffuse senses.

Opening wide, instinctively tilting his head back for proper alignment, he greedily swallows the whole cock balls deep in one, easy fluid motion. Innately talented, lips encircle the thick base as he provides comfortable quarters down the accommodating throat.

“Fuck yeah… suck it!”

Savoring rhapsodical sensations, Lopez enjoys intense pleasure from feeding the talented corpsman. Persistently thrusting in-and-out of the stuffed passageway with passion and determination, working with maniacal energy, the moment of release rapidly arrives.

Tensing, tightly gripping the head, trembling in ecstasy, Lopez violently explodes and provides Kasberg with a substantial serving of thick spicy custard. Appreciating the moment, with a smirk of satisfaction, he’s thankful the Navy stocks deployed ships with insatiable cock suckers.

“Thanks, doc.”

“Anytime. Spread the word… I’m here to help.”

* * *

Arguably, there’s no better billet in the Navy than PMT aboard a deployed aircraft carrier. Caring for thousands of needy cocks, Kasberg is in seventh heaven. Performing his duty, the voracious chowhound sucks, savors, and swallows staggering quantities of intoxicating elixirs.

Inexhaustible indulgences beyond his wildest dreams.

And what gay boy doesn’t want to be a Navy pecker checker?

The drive home felt like it took days rather than hours. The air between Coach and me was so awkward. I mean, what do you say to your coach after he spends all night blowing your back out and breeding your pussy? Felt a little weird to shoot the shit after he had his dick in me all night. And I mean that literally, I slept with his dick still inside my pussy. Definitely gave me the best night’s sleep I’ve had in months.

It was pretty fucked up, in a way, but also I knew Coach did that for me to help me out. I definitely didn’t feel like I got taken advantage of, I came onto him really strong and I feel bad, he might have felt like it was his responsibility or duty to fuck me.

“So, Luke…” Coach started. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Uh, sure, Coach.”

“You know… exploring your sexuality is very normal for young men. And maybe by experimenting, you’ll find out new things about yourself.”

Experimenting? What was Coach talking about?

“There’s many different kinds of attraction and love. You love baseball, you love your mom, and you love your friends. You love them all differently, but it’s love all the same.”

I guess Coach was right. I mean, I didn’t know about loving my friends, but Coach was like a dad to me, even though he wasn’t my real dad. Except for the fact that he just bred me like a bitch in a motel.

“Sometimes it’s hard to place how you love someone, and it’s normal for someone to be a little unsure of who they love romantically, especially if they have feelings for a friend who they also love as a friend.”

Uh, what? That was like some kind of riddle. I guess what Coach was saying, you can love someone like you wanna date them, but also love them as a friend?

“But your mom, your friends, and baseball teammates all love you back Luke, and if it takes time to sort out how you want to love the people in your life, trying to be honest with yourself and the people you love is hard but worth it for you and for them.”

“I gotta be honest, Coach, I don’t really understand what you’re getting at.”

Coach seemed kind of uncomfortable, shifting in his seat a little, but he started over.

“Listen, I’ve known you for a long time, and well… I’ve never noticed you interested in any girls. I had actually thought you and Chrissy might get together, but you ended up as just friends.”

“No way Coach, gross! She’s like a sister to me, you know that.”

“Well she used to flirt with you. You never noticed how clingy she got in middle school? Though she stopped once she realized it was never going to work out.”

“Man, I just thought that was how girls got.”

“It’s not just Chrissy. I’ve noticed many young women flirting with you, some of them very aggressively, and you hardly seemed to notice. But, you’ve never dated anyone. I’ve heard them talking, here and there, a lot of them want to be your first girlfriend.”

“What, really? Is that why girls always come up to me and wanna hang out?”

“You haven’t noticed them whispering to each other when you walk by? Or they come up to start a conversation with you and you blow them off?”

“Well, I can be fucking dense so I just don’t know what flirting is I guess.”

“You’ve never wanted to date any girl?” he asked carefully.

“I just haven’t found someone I like like that yet,” I said, a line I’ve said a million times before, but not really believing it anymore.

“Maybe the right person is closer than you think. Maybe they’ve been there all along.”

I didn’t realize that Coach was all sappy and romantic and shit. But I still had no idea what he was talking about.

“Maybe, you could try experimenting. And see if there are other options out there.”

I guess Coach hadn’t realized I’ve already done stuff. I wasn’t a virgin anymore. I’d done tons of experimenting with Sammy, if you can call it that.

Kissing Sammy. That time when he pressed his soft full lips to mine, his tongue shaking out, exploring my mouth. I remember feeling him kiss my neck while he was fucking me, feeling his weight on me as he thrusted, feeling his strong arms holding me tight, his hard cock making me feel better than I ever have in my life. Fuck, just thinking about it started to get my pussy moist again.

Somehow I was saved from any more awkwardness because Coach turned onto my street. When Coach pulled into my driveway, I got out of the car and leaned into the passenger window.

“So, uh. Thanks Coach. For driving me and… you know,” I said, my face still a little hot.

“Sure. No problem. I’m happy to have… helped,” Coach said, scrubbing a hand over his stubbled face.

I started to walk away when Coach called out to me.

“Hold on, Luke! Listen, about this stuff with Sammy. Sometimes, you have to own up to your mistakes. Even if you aren’t 100% at fault. It takes strength and integrity to apologize for your actions. You can’t get forgiveness without asking for it.”

Woah. See this is why I can always count on Coach. He somehow always knows what to say.

I nodded in thanks. Coach was right. I needed to own my shit and stop running from the truth. I had to apologize to the people I had hurt. And I knew where to start.

***

Alright Luke you can do this. Don’t be a pussy.

I took a deep breath and walked up to the table in the study room. The only person sitting there was a skinny nerd with rust colored hair, his face buried in his camera.

“Hey, uh, Mark? Can I sit here?”

I hadn’t spoken to him since we… did stuff in the locker room. No, face this shit head on. We hooked up in the locker room. And then I froze him out completely; acted like he didn’t even exist. I was ashamed, I know that now.

He shrugged his shoulders, not bothering to look up from his camera. I took a seat across from him while he fiddled around.

“So…” I didn’t really know what to say. I’ve never been good at apologies. I guess I’ve never had to make apologies before, which probably says a lot about me, come to think of it.

Mark looked up from his camera, studying me. I expected him to be angry, but instead he just looked defeated. I could tell by the caution in his eyes that I had hurt him. Really badly.

“Mark… I’ve been such an asshole to you. I’m sorry.”

Mark just sat there, not saying anything.

“I basically jumped on your dick and rode you like an animal.” I felt my face get hot, the shame creeping up on me.

Mark waited a few moments, the tension in the air thick… then his shoulders relaxed and he stopped staring me down.

Finally, he broke his silence. “Are you kidding me? That was like my biggest fantasy come to life. I mean, getting jumped by a hot jock like you in the locker room? You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off to that.”

 

I was pretty stunned. I mean, he was really into it while it was happening, so it wasn’t like I had forced him. But something about losing control like that…

“Uh, well, good to know I guess? But I still ignored you and pretended like it never happened afterwards.”

“I appreciate the apology, Luke. I mean, I didn’t expect it, so it’s nice to hear. Actually, I’ve had a crush on you for a while. I lost my virginity to the guy I’ve been crushing on, and then he completely ignores me and makes me feel like I had imagined everything. I felt like I was going crazy, like it was my fault…” Mark trailed off, the hurt in his voice pretty clear to me.

“No way! It’s not your fault, dude. I’m just such a fucking mess. I get so crazy sometimes, and I just need dick, I lose control… and I was embarrassed about it. I’m supposed to be Luke fuckin’ Micucci, not some insane… dick fiend.”

Mark suddenly got serious. “There’s nothing wrong with liking dick, Luke. You know that, right?”

I fidgeted. “I know, I’m not some kind of homophobe, man, it’s just… It’s cool if it’s other people, but it’s not me. Or how I’m supposed to be.” Fuck, talking about feelings was hard.

“Who told you that you had to be a certain way? Was it your parents, your coach, your teammates?”

Marks’ words hit me across the face. Who did tell me I had to be a certain way, that I couldn’t like getting fucked? I’m pretty sure my mom would be fine no matter what, she’s always had my back. And same for Coach. But my bros…

“I don’t know man. It’s not… normal, right? The guys, they expect me to be this big baseball jock stud. That’s what I’m supposed to be, right?”

“Don’t you think you’re supposed to live your life the way you want to? Just be yourself? Not force ourselves to fit into a role imposed by other people.”

Damn, Mark hitting me with the logic like a slap to the face. What he was saying did make sense.

“All I’m saying is, you like to get fucked. And based on how you acted, well, it’s more like you need to get fucked, right?”

It was my turn to get embarrassed. “Yeah, you have no idea…” I said with a wry chuckle.

“Then if that’s what you need, you shouldn’t be ashamed of it. I’m not ashamed of being gay. People can be assholes, but I’d rather be true to myself than pretend.”

Was Mark right? I guess considering it’s a medical issue, I shouldn’t be ashamed. But even if it wasn’t, if I just liked getting fucked because it felt good, that’s not a bad thing either, right?

“I probably already know the answer, but I gotta ask… Are you into me?”

Oh man. Mark’s a great guy, no doubt, and he deserves an award for that monster cock. I had to admit, he looked really cute. With his curly red hair, glasses, freckles. He totally had that sexy nerd thing going for him. Before I was just too focused on my own shit to notice, I guess. But I couldn’t imagine dating him. I couldn’t imagine dating anyone except…

“Yeah, I figured. There’s someone else isn’t there?”

Man, Mark saw right through me. He’s weirdly perceptive for such a shy, nervous guy.

“Yeah but… I fucked things up. Really badly. I don’t think he’ll ever forgive me.”

“Is it Sammy Ahmadi?”

My head snapped up and I stared at Mark with wide eyes.

“Relax. I’m the school photographer, remember? I basically know everyone.”

I relaxed a little bit. I could trust Mark. After all, he never blabbed to anyone about us messing around.

“Luke… you just apologized to me. And I forgave you, even though I barely know you. How long have you known Sammy?”

I didn’t even have to think about it. I know exactly when Sammy and I met, because ever since then my life has been so much better because of him.

“Since we were 9.”

“Right, and you think that a 9 year old friendship will just go up in flames because of something you did? I imagine you probably did something similar to him that you did to me.”

“No… it was much worse.”

“Okay, even then. You know Sammy is really popular right? And it’s not because he’s a good pitcher, or because he’s smart. It’s because he’s friends with everyone. I don’t think he’s the kind of guy who would hold a grudge. For how long you’ve known him, do you really think he wouldn’t forgive you?”

I thought about it. I know more than anyone that Sammy is stubborn as fuck. But he’s also the kind of guy that would tell off the team for bullying a guy like Mark. The kind of guy that is caring and kind to everyone. Of course he could forgive me… if I made things right, somehow.

“Maybe he would but… I don’t think so”

Mark let out a deep sigh. “Alright let me show you something,” he handed me his camera, and I looked down at the little screen.

“When did you…?”

It was a picture of me and Sammy, sitting beside each other in the dugout. I was laughing and Sammy had the biggest smile on his face, like he was practically glowing. And he was looking at me. Looking at me like nothing else mattered in the world. That I was like the center of his universe. He looked totally and completely… in love.

I felt some wetness in the corner of my eyes. Alpha jocks aren’t supposed to cry. But I’m not an alpha jock, am I? It was just a lie I told myself because I couldn’t face the truth.

“Apologize to him, Luke. I know you can. If he’s a true friend, he’ll stick by you if you’re honest with him.”

“Thanks for your help Mark. I’m sorry again for how I treated you. You’re a great guy, and I know you’ll find someone eventually.”

He was right. I had to own up to my shit. And I had to trust that my bros would have my back. It was time to come clean and stop running from my problems.

***

“Are you sure you want to do this, Luke?” Coach asked, concerned.

“Yeah Coach, I got this. I know my bros have my back, I just gotta come clean.”

“And you don’t want me here?” Coach said cautiously.

“I think I gotta tell them, bro to bro, what’s been up. But if I need you I’ll let you know.”

Coach looked at me, I could tell he was proud. For once I was taking charge of my life. I wouldn’t have been able to do it without Coach and Mark’s encouragement.

“Alright Luke. I trust you, good luck” Coach said as he opened the door to the team meeting room.

One by one the team filed in, taking their seats on the benches in front of Coach’s desk at the front of the room. The guys were whispering and murmuring to each other, looking around. Now that the season was over, it didn’t make much sense for us to meet like this. They knew something was up.

I looked around the room, hoping to spot that perfectly styled, dark brown hair, those deep brown eyes… but Sammy wasn’t there. I had even asked Coach to invite him. I guess he wasn’t willing to hear me out yet… I tried to not let it get me, I needed to focus on what I could do now. Worry about Sammy later.

“Alright, listen up!” Coach said, his booming voice quieting all the guys, “Luke here has something important to talk to you about. Be respectful. I’m gonna give you guys some privacy at Luke’s request. Don’t make me regret it.”

Coach finished his warning and then left the room. The sound of the door closing was the only sound in the room for several seconds. The air was awkward. With Coach and Mark’s help, I had prepared what I wanted to say. It was now or never.

“First of all, bros, I wanna apologize for not having my head in the game. I know I cost us the championship, and that was shitty of me.”

“Come on, man,” Devin interrupted, “you know we aren’t mad about that, right?” The rest of the guys agreed, nodding their heads.

“I appreciate that bros. But the truth is, something has been going on with me. Making me act weird. I wanted to explain myself, own up to my shit.”

“A few days ago, Coach took me to a doctor. A specialist. I got diagnosed with this crazy disease. It honestly sounds insane…”

“Woah, what disease? Are you dying?” Ryan asked, concerned.

“It’s called Jock Pu-” I stopped myself mid word. The truth is it doesn’t really have a name, just Carson’s Syndrome I guess. But in my head I’d been calling it Jock Pussy Syndrome.

“Uh, I mean. Nah bro. It’s not like that. I’m not dying, I just got… well it’s easier if I start from the beginning.”

“Maybe you noticed, but my ass got a lot bigger a few months ago.”

“How could we not? The Micucci cakes are legendary!!” The whole room started chuckling.

“Yeah well, I got in some deep shit. I know I’ve always had a dumptruck. But literally overnight, I couldn’t fit into any of my underwear or pants anymore.”

“Oh yeah, you started wearing those slutty blue shorts! I mean, we weren’t complaining,” Leo said, the room laughing again.

“Yeah, well, it was shitty and fucking inconvenient. Especially cuz it kept growing. It was insane, it was like each morning I woke up and my ass was an inch bigger. And I couldn’t figure out why.

“But it didn’t stop there. All of a sudden, my, uh, my hole. You know, my ass, started getting this weird feeling. Like a tingly, twitchy feeling. Like… it was hungry or something.”

My bros started whispering, looking at each other, clearly shocked.

“And then well… my hole started to, I guess get wet, is the best way to put it. I don’t know how, the doctor I talked to said some shit about your body naturally producing lubricant, but my ass just produces a lot more of it than normal. It’s clear and kinda like pussy juice.”

“And well, my hole was getting wet, and itchy, and it was driving me insane. I was soaking through all my shorts, and my hole made me go insane. I would get these like, twitches, or sudden intense pains. That’s why I whiffed the championship game. It fucked up my concentration.

“Bro, are you fucking serious?” One of my bros asked in total disbelief.

“I am. And I was losing my fucking mind. I would touch it, you know, rub it a little bit, or put my fingers inside it. And it would feel better for a little bit, but nothing would make it stop. Until, I figured out how.

“When I saw the Doc, he explained that, well, the best way to make it stop, the itching and wetness, is to… well, massage the inside. With a dick. And then that dick cums and the jizz acts like a medicine or something.”

“Wait, wait,” Darren interrupted, “You’re saying that your ass grew overnight, your hole started to get hungry and wet like a pussy, and the only way to make it stop is to get fucked and filled with cum?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess that’s the simplest way to put it.”

The guys all looked pretty confused. A few of them were murmuring to each other. I get it. It sounds pretty hard to believe. But it’s true, I just needed to prove it to them.

“Come on, Luke,” Leo spoke up, always the first one to. “Do you really expect us to believe that? That your asshole gets wet and the only thing to make it stop is cum? That’s fucking ridiculous dude!”

I squeezed my fists. I get how crazy it sounds, but they’re supposed to be my bros, right? They should be there for me, not treating me like a nutcase.

“Come on, man…” Devin said, putting his hand on Leo’s forearm to try and calm him down.

“No! I’m not gonna play into Luke’s crazy delusion just because he’s too scared to admit he’s gay!”

My brain fried for a second. I remembered Sammy saying almost the exact same thing. At the time, I freaked the fuck out. But could it be true? Still, I hated that they were just dismissing me, they weren’t even listening to my problems!

“Fuck you, man! It IS real!”

“Oh yeah, then fucking prove it, Micucci!”

“You little shit!” For once, I was done taking Leo’s bullshit.

Devin raised his hand. “Luke, we don’t really get this. How is that even biologically possible? Like, why would cum even provide relief?”

Devin was our rookie, but easily the smartest guy on the team, besides Sammy, it was natural that he would want to understand it.

“Alright, bros,” I said, “how about I just show you?”

It was kind of weird, but since I got in the room with all the guys, my hole HAS been getting kind of moist. Dr. Carson had said big dicks can be a trigger, and I know a few guys on the team are seriously packing from what I’ve seen in the showers. Especially Darnell and Ikes.

Alright, it was now or never. Time to not pussy out. Own it.

A part of me still hesitated. After all, I was about to show all my bros my asshole. That’s pretty weird right? But this whole damn thing has been weird, and maybe I just gotta roll with it. What’s the worst that could happen?

I turned around, which instantly shut all the guys up. Looking over my shoulder, some of them had their mouths hanging open. I get that it’s big, but it’s still an asshole? Not anything new.

I hooked my thumbs into my waistband and tried my hardest to pull them down over my huge bubble. It was a relief to finally step out of them – all the underwear and shorts I wore nowadays was like keeping my thick ass inside a prison, it was just bursting to get out. The cool air hit my cheeks and my cheeks jiggled a little now that they were free.

I heard a few gasps and some strangled choking sounds from behind me. What, the guys had seen my ass tons already in the locker room. Probably the first time they’ve seen my asshole, though.

And then I felt it. Damnit, already? I guess it had been a couple of days since Coach pounded the fuck out of my jock booty in that motel room, but I was hoping after getting four huge loads shot up my pussy that day I’d have more time before my next “attack”.

My hole yawned a little and I felt a trickle of juice drip out of it, down my taint, and onto the floor.

I heard murmurs of “What the FUCK!?” from the guys. What were they gonna think? That now I’m some kind of freak with this wet pussy for an asshole.

“Holy shit… Luke, bro,” Leo said as he got closer to me. “I didn’t believe you before but… this isn’t lube, is it?”

I shivered a little as Leo rested his hand on the curve of my cheek, giving me a gentle squeeze. “Uh, technically, I guess? But it comes out of me. Like my hole is getting itself ready for…” Dick. Even without saying it out loud the guys must have understood. Leo gulped so loud I heard the click of his throat working.

“Fuck, bro… Luke. I’m fucking sorry. I didn’t believe you, but this is real, right?”

Leo NEVER apologized to anyone, even when he was being a huge asshole, so the fact that he was admitting his mistake to me was a huge fucking deal. Made me realize that all of my bros, even a d-bag like Leo, were there for me.

“I’ve been such an asshole for you instead of being a bro,” he continued, “Let me make it up to you.” Leo shifted his hand and brought his fingers to the inner curve of my cheeks, grazing my hole with one of his fingers. I bit back a moan, my hole ultra sensitive for some reason.

“Uh…bro?” I said when his fingers grazed my hole, the lightest touch made me feel like my hole was getting an electric shock. I was pretty embarrassed, for some reason my hole was already leaking, no idea why though.

I looked over my shoulder to see Leo staring at his fingers, coated in a thin layer of my juice. He spread his fingers apart, my juice making strands in between them. He rubbed his thumb with his finger.

“Bro… this feels exactly like lube. The high quality expensive shit, too.” Leo looked like a scientist doing an experiment.

It was pretty fucked that my buddy was so into my dripping hole. I wished it could stop, but then again, my bros were pretty curious, and Coach did say that being honest would help.

“Yeah bro, it’s like lube or some shit? Doc Carson says it’s to help with… uh, you know. Inserting things. And apparently it tastes good.” I wasn’t sure if it actually did – I’ve never tasted it myself. That would be pretty messed up.

I watched as Leo stuck his fingers into his mouth, his long tongue swiping over them, his lips closing around them as he sucked. He let out a deep moan of satisfaction. I heard rumors before that Leo was a pussy eating pro, and I could see why. That tongue looked like it could get in there really deep.

Fuck, my hole fluttered and a big wad of juice dripped out. I had no idea why.

Leo sucked on his fingers, his eyes rolling slightly. I tried to clamp down on my hole, stop it from making such a mess, but it seemed like it was producing more and more juice.

“Holy fuck, get a taste of this!” Leo said, swiping his fingers over my hole again, which made me shiver. I had to fight back a moan. My hole was fucking SENSITIVE right now.

I watched in shock as Leo brought his finger to Devin’s lips. “You serious, Leo?” he asked cautiously, backing away slightly.

“Fuck, just try it, trust me bro!” Leo said, then shoved his finger into Devin’s open mouth. Devin squirmed at first, then his eyes blew wide open. His lips closed in on Leo’s finger and he pulled off it slowly, his mouth popping when it was released.

“FUCK!” Devin gasped, “Is that what pussy tastes like?” He was amazed at the flavor of my juice. Huh, I guess it really does taste good?

“No way bro,” Leo answered, “I’ve eaten a LOT of pussy, and Micucci’s pussy puts them all to shame. Goddamn, I could just feast on this shit! We should bottle it up and sell it, all-natural edible lube!”

The rest of the guys chuckled. I really hoped they weren’t being serious. My bros closed in on me, and they all seemed like they wanted a taste of me. I squirmed again, but Darren just put his hand on my lower back, the slight pressure calming me down. These were my bros, I knew they weren’t going to hurt me.

The rest of the team started rubbing my hole, scooping up more of my juice, and joining in on the taste testing session. They got pretty bold, some of them even shoving the tips of their fingers inside my velvety hole to get more of my natural juice. Guys moaned with their fingers in their mouths, and I saw a few of them grabbing their bulges and giving them a few squeezes.

“Fuck this!” Leo said, then I saw over my shoulder that he knelt down behind me. “I need to get this straight from the tap, right boys?”

A few of my bros looked hesitant, but Ryan cheered Leo on. “Go for it bro! Show Micucci why you’re the best pussy eater on the team!”

Wait… what did he mean by that. Was Leo going to lick my pussy?

My question was answered immediately when I felt Leo’s long, broad tongue swipe up from my taint, a slow stroke that made my hole tingle. I almost lost my balance, but Darren got in front of me and helped keep me stable as I bent over. My face was almost buried in his chest, and I couldn’t help but let out a moan into his hard muscles.

“DAMN!” Darren said, “Leo is the best pussy eater in the school. All the chicks love to spread their legs for some tongue action. Pretty sure some of the cheerleaders gave him the nickname ‘The Tongue’! How’s it feel up your pussy, Micucci?”

“Goddam I’ve wanted to see Luke’s pussy get ached since the first time I’d stepped into the locker room!” Ryan shouted.

Leo’s tongue fluttered around my hole, teasing me a bit, which drove me wild. I was starting to pant more heavily, Leo’s expert tongue drawing it out of me. Now, I’ve only gotten my hole licked a few times, mostly by Sammy, but Leo DID really seem like he knew what he was doing.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned as Leo picked up the pace, his tongue working its way into me. It’s not like my hole was that tight anyways, it seemed to open up pretty quickly and I’m sure it was helped by the wet juices flowing out of it. Leo’s lips smacked as he alternated between licking my hole with the flat of his tongue and kissing the outer ring of my hole while he drank my juice. Dude must have been gulping it down the way he gulped Gatorade during a game.

“Bro…” I was full on panting, I had to give Leo props, that tongue was sending me. When he used his lips to spread my hole wide, then speared his tongue into me, burying his tongue inside me. Fuck! His tongue was huge, I could tell he was a couple inches deep, I’d NEVER been licked like that before.

“Damn, look at him go, no wonder he’s The Tongue!”

My hole clenched around his tongue while he worked it into me. He did this amazing thing with it, like he was making wavy motions, and it made my toes fucking curl. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that a couple of guys were grabbing my cheeks, keeping them spread open so Leo could get as deep into me as he could, cheering him on as he ate me.

“Goddamn, bro go for it! Lick that pussy!”

“Fuck, look at how deep he is!”

“Shit, you see how wet Micucci’s pussy is? His juice is fucking dripping down Leo’s chin!”

That seemed to egg Leo on, and he started to spear my hole, sticking his tongue straight out and rigid, fucking it into me like it was a small, flexible and wet cock. My toes were curling, and I felt something building inside of me. I wanted to warn Leo, but my face was buried in Darren’s abs and the sensation was too overpowering.

All of a sudden, Leo pulled his tongue out of my hole. I whimpered a little, the emptiness was so uncomfortable, I pushed my ass back as if begging for him to resume his freaky tongue-fuck.

When did I become some kind of porno slut for my bros?

“Damn, look, Micucci fucking wants it!” Ryan said, then smacked one of my cheeks, which made it bounce like crazy, fighting against gravity and sending ripples through my soft and bouncy flesh. “Why the fuck did you stop?”

Leo laughed. “Cuz I wanted to let the rookie get a taste. Yo Devin, you ever eat cunt before?” he called over to the youngest guy on the team.

“Uh…” Devin hesitated, but the other guys started cheering.

“DEVIN! DEVIN! DEVIN!” they cheered as if he was up to bat during a game.

Leo grabbed Dev’s arm and pulled him towards me. He got down into a kneeling position, a few inches from my hole. I could feel his hot breath, my hole fluttering, like I knew it needed to get something inside it again. Fuck, I was so close to getting that relief…

Devin hesitated, sticking his tongue out and barely touching the tip of it against my hole. Dude was pretty nervous, he definitely had never eaten pussy before, let alone a hot jock hole like mine. Not that I’d ever eaten pussy before either.

“Oh fuck this!” Leo said, putting his hand on the back of Dev’s head, and smashing the rookie’s face against my hole. I could hear Dev’s muffled yelp as his lips made contact with my soaking wet pucker.

“Listen here, this is pussy eatin’ bootcamp! I’m not gonna let you tap out, bro. You’re gonna eat Micucci’s cunt until I say you’re done. So listen to my instructions, got it?”

Devin tried to answer, but with a facefull of fat jock bubble butt and wet jock hole, nobody could understand what he was saying.

“Here’s how you eat a girl out. Step one, give her some kisses. Start out gentle.” Dev obeyed, and it was a different feeling from Leo. He was more careful, slower. It felt like he was teasing me, which just made me wanna beg for more. I pushed my hips back again.

“Alright, see? That’s the kind of reaction you want. The chick pushes back, she’s telling you she wants more.”

Normally, I’d be pissed that Leo was acting like I was some chick, but my hole was so needy I just ran with it. I knew if I said anything he might stop, and I was so desperate for some release.

“Now lick! Lick it like it’s an ice cream cone, lick it like it’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever tasted. And to be honest, Micucci’s gotten the tastiest pussy I’ve ever munched on!”

Devin did as he was told, and he was gaining more confidence, his tongue was moving faster, he was getting more aggressive. I knew he must have loved the taste of my juice, because I felt like he was definitely snacking on it!

“Now, the pussy should be nice and soft right now. Open and ready. Work your tongue inside that pussy. Like you’re French kissing it. You’ve at least done that before, right bro?”

Dev must have had some experience, cuz he started to really munch on me, working his tongue and lips together. My hole was so slick, he slid his tongue into me easily. My entire body shivered as Dev tongued me. It was like that virgin Devin had been replaced by a beast, he was working his mouth on my hole like he was hungry for it.

“Yeah, that’s right. Work that tongue inside. Taste inside that pussy, fucking sweet right?”

Dev was encouraged by Leo, and he was really getting into it. Honestly, Dev was almost as good as Leo. He was a natural at eating pussy.

“Damn! Dev’s you’re really eating that cunt!” Someone called out. “Fucking EAT it!!”

My breath got shallower as the tingles in my toes started traveling up my legs. Oh fuck yes, it was coming. That pressure inside me was building, Dev’s tongue working it’s way inside me, tongueing me, fuck he was so deep, dude was slobbering all over my jock pussy…

I arched my back, pulling my face off Darren’s chest as my body shook. “FUUUUUUUCK!!” I moaned as I felt my hole clench one more time, then the flow of juice gushed out of me, a big wad of my natural lube spraying right in Devin’s face. I could tell he was doing his best to gulp it down, but it was just too much, I heard it splash beneath me as the excess must have dripped down his chin and onto the floor, forming a puddle.

I was so unsteady on my feet as my hole gasmed and spasmed that Devin had to hook his arms around my legs. I continued to shake and moan as the aftershocks of my gasm made me twitch.

“GODDAMN!!” Devin groaned, his throat thick with all the pussy juice he was able to drink down.

Darren helped me up so I was upright, but I was still leaning on him. I looked below myself and I was right, there was a huge puddle of juice on the floor. The janitor was gonna fucking hate me…

Darren’s deep voice cut in. “Bro… what the fuck was that?”

The room was silent, everyone was stunned. Oh yeah, I guess I didn’t explain that part.

“Did you just squirt from your pussy, bro?”

I shrugged. “Yeah, I guess that’s what happened. It just feels really good and then there’s like a dam of juice that bursts, and it just squirts out. It’s like I’m cumming but a hundred times better.”

The guys were speechless. “Holy shit…”

“Damn, bro, you really DO have a pussy!”

I looked around the room. My bros were all staring at me. Or really, they were staring at my fat ass, each movement making them shift and jiggle a little. Everyone was rubbing their bulges, a few of them had even fished their cocks out of their pants and were lazily stroking their boners.

“I gotta try that pussy!!” Somebody called out. I was so out of it, that familiar hunger making my brain foggy, which made it harder for me to recognize my bro’s voices. I tried to look over my shoulder to see who it was, but before I could react I felt somebody grab my waist and slide their cock inside me.

It wasn’t the biggest dick, to be honest, but I was so starved for cock that it filled me just enough. I just needed that stretch, that fullness that only a cock could give me, the relief I needed to make the fucking itch stop.

I held on tight to Darren when the guy fucking me really started pumping his hips into me, slamming my ass. I could imagine my big fat jock bubble butt must have been bouncing like crazy as he fucked into me, clapping over his cock with every thrust.

“Damn, bro” Darren’s deep voice said, “you really took it so easy. Right up that wet, warm pussy. You’re the MVP right now, most valuable pussy..”

Oh fuck. Darren was right. My bros were jocks – horny alphas who loved to fuck pussy. And I was the pussy they were gonna fuck.

The dick fucking me felt decent, but it wasn’t big enough to REALLY get deep. I looked down and saw Darren’s bulge. His cock was fucking huge…I guess the stereotype is based on truth. He wasn’t as big as Mark, but close. Similar to that nurse in Doc Carsons’ office. Huh, I wonder if Darren could ever become a nurse…

“Oh fuck! His pussy is so fucking tight!!” the guy fucking me called out. He pulled his hips into me one last time and I felt the warm, sticky cum seep into my hole. Damn, that felt good. Even a little bit of cum provides some relief. But being around all these guys, these horned up jocks, made my hole tingle and itch in need.

As soon as the guy was done dumping his load into my tight hole, another cock replaced him. My bros were rough – they were fucking me like I was a slutty chick with a tight pussy!

“Bro, you already got a line forming. The team is gonna run on a train on you. Fuck, I don’t wanna wait…” Darren groaned.

What my bros lacked in size they definitely made up in quantity. I could hear them groaning, fisting their cocks, waiting their turn for a shot at my fat jock cakes. But I knew at least a few giant dicks hadn’t touched me yet. At least…I didn’t think they did. I couldn’t have been that loose already, could I?

My hole was a fucking mess. It was dripping juice like crazy, providing that slickness needed so my bros could just slide their cocks in easily, no prep needed. And as each bro added their cumload into my guts, it all mixed together to create a sticky, slick mess. With each load of cum shot inside me, a thick glob of juice would drip out of me, like it was making room for more of their loads.

“Oh fuck bro… so much cock…” I moaned, Darren looking down at me and smirking.

“Get m-me… set up on the desk. Easy access to my…oh fuck… pussy!” I groaned out.

The guys all cheered, one of them swiping his arm over Coach’s desk, letting everything on it fall to the floor. Once it was cleared, they moved me over and I fell chest down, my big jock pecs making contact with the cool metal.

I barely had a chance to get used to the new position when I felt another bro grab my hips and slide his cock into me. Or, I guess he tried to, but I only felt an inch or two make its into my hole.

“Dammit! His ass is too fucking fat, I can’t get past his CAKES!” he complained. I felt two hands grab my cheeks, two of my bros on each side of me, spreading my fat cakes wide open so the dude fucking me could get a couple inches deeper. I still didn’t feel full – like they were saying, my ass was so fucking huge only the biggest monster cocks could reach deep enough to really scratch my itch.

My bros were not only grabbing onto my cheeks to spread them, but also squeezing them, groping my fat cakes, jiggling them too. They were going crazy for my cakes.

“DAMN! Micucci has the fattest ass in school. I’ve dreamed of this for ages!”

“Yeah bro, as soon as I saw Micucci’s cakes I knew I needed to fuck ‘em. I know we promised Sammy but…”

“Yeah, bro, Micucci’s fair game. Look at him, he’s loving this!”

My bros weren’t wrong. I knew I needed cock and cum – I’d accepted that now, and my bros were just trying to help me out. I knew they were also getting their nut, using my ass like a pussy to drain their balls, but hey it works out for everyone. Just bros helping out bros. But I’m gonna need bigger cocks or more cum to relieve my jock pussy.

All of a sudden, I felt something hard and thick slap the top of my head – I even felt some warm liquid in my hair. I looked up, and Darren was standing in front of me, pants down to his ankles, his big hard cock waving in my face.

“Open up, Miccuci. There’s a lot of us, so you’re gonna use both your holes.”

What…? He didn’t mean?

I tried to open my mouth to tell him that I wasn’t going to suck his cock, but as soon as I did he pressed his cockhead against my lips and popped the head right inside.

My jaw was instantly stretched out. Darren was fucking THICK. My bro waited a few beats to let my jaw get used to his size, but that just wasn’t going to happen. Even with just his head inside my mouth, I felt like I was choking. My eyes must have been red as I felt a few tears drip down my face.

Darren tried to thrust into my mouth, but I instantly started coughing and gagging. He tried again, but I seriously felt like I was going to choke. I slapped his leg a few times and my bro finally pulled out and gave me a chance to breathe.

“The fuck? Micucci, you can take cock like a whore, but you can’t suck dick?”

I coughed a few more times, the guys fucking me continuing their assault on my ass as if I wasn’t getting choked out.

“Bro,” I replied, my throat scratchy even though Darren’s cock never even got to the back of my mouth, “I’ve never done that before!”

Darren slapped his hard cock against my face, then rubbed his cockhead against my lips. They felt a little puffy, swollen.

“Well lucky for you I’ve taught plenty of chicks how to suck my cock. Open up Micucci, as wide as you can.”

I didn’t like that the guys kept comparing me to chicks. But fuck, if it got their dicks creaming up my hole, giving me what I need, then I could deal with it.

“No way, bro! You’re gonna fucking kill me with that thing!”

“Come on, Micucci!” Darren grumbled, “there’s already a fucking line to get a shot at your pussy, at least suck on it a little bit until it’s my turn!”

“Alright, fine!” I groaned as I felt another cock come inside me then get replaced, “but if you choke me again I’m gonna kick your ass!”

As one of my bros, I had no idea who, grabbed my waist and jackhammered his cock into my tight jock hole, Darren took his big cock and tapped it against my lips. This time, I opened them slightly and stuck my tongue out.

Darren left a little bead of precum on my tongue, and I first I thought it would be fucking gross, but to be honest, it didn’t taste bad at all. Actually, it tasted kinda good.

The bro ramming his cock into me came, filling me up with his warm seed. I didn’t know how many of them had used my ass already. Felt like it had to be at least six. Maybe eight? I mean, there weren’t that many guys on the team, so at a certain point everybody would have taken a shot at my hole. Unless some guys came back for seconds…

I don’t even know what came over me, but I swiped my tongue over Darren’s cock, a nice long lick that lapped up his precum. For some reason, I really liked the taste of it, I wanted more…

 

Darren groaned. “Look at you, Micucci. Licking up my pre-jizz. You know I can’t even get chicks to do that?” He nodded his head towards the back of the room. Already I felt another set of hands grab my waist and push a spongey cockhead into my greedy hole… “It’s either condoms or pull out. Fucking sick of it.”

“Yeah bro,” one of the guys called out, “you’re doing a public service! Team morale and all that shit. Think about how much stress we’re burning by getting to breed a tight pussy like yours.”

They kept calling my hole a pussy, and I opened my mouth to tell them off, but before I could Darren took advantage and stuffed his cockhead in between my lips and nudged it inside. My lips stretched over his knob, it was a tight fucking fit, and all I could do was suck on it, slurp more of his pre-jizz down. Already my eyes were watering, and if he pushed in even half an inch further I’d be choking and gagging.

I didn’t have much of a choice though. I felt another fat cock slap on my hole. There was a single thrust and I could feel heavy nuts bounce and smack on my thighs. I wasn’t expecting it. My head jerked forward. Its a good thing the taste wasn’t bad, because my jaw was pushed open wider. My mouth slid so quickly along part of Darren’s cock. Fuck, if the taste wasn’t good, then I would have…. well, I still probably would have let that pussy stretcher in my hole pound away, but I for sure would have been grossed out.

Darren gently swiped his thumb over my cheek, brushing a tear away. “That’s it, Micucci. Just suck on it a lil. You’re doing so good bro.”

A part of me felt proud. My buddies were all singing my praise, raining compliments on me. I never thought they’d be celebrating my mouth, ass, and tight little hole. Wait. My hole isn’t tight or little anymore. Its full-on cunted. I could’ve taken at least 10 more cocks….so I guess I really can’t complain about them being so into my jockpussy.

With my lips forming a tight seal over Darren’s cock, I couldn’t possibly turn my head. But I recognized some of the voices coming from behind me.

“Alright Rookie,” Leo called out, “it’s your turn to breed this sweet puss. Look at how wet it is! All that jizz and juice got it all ready for you.”

“I don’t know man… that’s Luke. Isn’t he our bro?” Devin replied.

“What?” Leo acted shocked, “come on man, Micucci is so hungry for it! Can’t you see that pussy? He’s a fucking cock fiend! Look, he’s even sucking D-Man off!”

I felt a hand come down and smack my ass HARD, enough to leave a print. It stung a little. Definitely a Leo move. With my mouth stuffed full of Darren’s massive rod, I couldn’t say anything. Darren definitely noticed the wince, though.

“Yo, Leo, have some fucking respect. Dev is right, Luke is our bro. He’s offering his pussy up to us, doesn’t mean we can treat him like shit. Is this how you treat the chicks you fuck? No wonder I always get with your sloppy seconds, they need an upgrade dick!”

Leo was silent, he definitely didn’t like being called out like that.

I squeezed Darren’s leg to let him know I needed a second. He pulled his tool out of my mouth with a loud pop. I coughed a little, taking a moment to breathe through my mouth. When I tried to say something, it came out as a croak.

“Dev… fuck bro, I want it. Just pound my ass. Need more cum…” I realized that my JPS was getting to me. My bros weren’t getting deep – probably only Darren was big enough to really scratch that itch. But I remember something Dr. C had said about how he’s researching whether the quantity of cum matters, which means maybe if I get a ton of jock jizz shot up my fat ass, my symptoms might go away.

I could tell he was nervous. He stepped forward, grabbing one of my cheeks, but just barely. “Come on, bro. Grab me harder than that. Don’t you wanna feel my fat cakes?”

I heard a sharp intake of breath. Dev was hard as fuck, I could tell. His dick was standing at attention and bobbed in the air, touching my thigh as the rookie got closer to my booty.

And then I did something that, well. I never thought I’d do. I started poppin my hips, just a little bit. I’m not that flexible. But when you have as much assmeat as me, even a small hip movement can send the cheeks into motion. I wasn’t full-on twerking, but even then my ass clapped. I could feel strands of pussy juice and cum connecting between my cakes, giving the slaps a wet sound.

“Fuckin’ shove it in bro. I want it.” What was going on with me? But there was no denying I wanted dick. I was over that. I liked dick, okay? And if my bros were gonna use my hole like a pussy, well, then I guess I was gonna be a pussy.

I lowered my head as I felt Devin’s spongey cockhead press against my slick hole. There was no resistance as his cock slid inside me. And then it kept pushing deeper. Hold on… was the Rookie actually packing some serious dick? He wasn’t as big as Darren, but bigger than rest of the cocks that had already fucked me already.

“Oh fuuuuuck,” I moaned, which Darren took as the perfect time to push his tip past my outstretched lips and enter my mouth again.

My full mouth muffled my moans as Dev started off fucking me slow. He was being gentle, which was kinda nice of him, but I was getting impatient. All of these bros dicks cumming inside my hole wasn’t enough. I wasn’t tired of being fucked yet, but I still wasn’t satisfied. I needed Dev to ram his entire rod inside me – and that’s exactly what I did.

I started pushing my ass back, forcing Dev’s cock deeper inside me. He yelled out “OH FUCK!!” and grabbed my hips for support as I fucked myself onto his dick.

“Come on Rookie, don’t make him do all the work!” Somebody called out.

Dev seemed to get over his first time nerves, as he dug his hands into my fats cakes and began meeting my thrusts, stroking his dick inside my tight jock puck.

“OH fuck, Luke you’re so tight, and wet!!” Dev moaned. He was right – not only was my hole absolutely flooded with juice, he had at least a half dozen loads of jock jizzed mixed into there. His dick made the nastiest squelching sounds as he plunged it past the cummy mess.

The whole time I sucked on Darren’s cock, swallowing his pre-jizz when it filled my mouth, trying to keep up as I could feel his cock getting firmer. I was staring it down – a dark brown rod of pretty incredible girth, with a thick vein running down its shaft. At first I was intimidated – then I remembered that I took Mark’s mammoth nerd cock like it was nothing.

“Ohfuck, ohfuck, ohfuck, ohfuck,” Dev moaned in a panic, trying to slow down his thrusts, delay his orgasm, but the fuck instinct took over and he slammed into me one final time before draining his balls into my messy hole.

“DAMN! How was it Rookie? Your very first pussy!!” The guys gathered around Dev to congratulate him, whooping and hollering, slapping him on the shoulder.

Suddenly, Darren pushed me off his cock, once more popping out of my mouth. My jaw was sore from being so stretched.

“Alright, finally. It’s my turn. Gonna pound that pussy with the D-Rod. You ready for it, Micucci?”

I could only nod as I looked at Darren’s huge, black cock, my pussy clenching at how good it would feel to finally have a big cock inside me.

I could feel a drop of that juice drip out of my slightly gaped hole, down my beefy thighs. Even though I’d already gotten fucked by most of the team, filled with their hot, sticky loads, I was still hungry. Empty.

I knew by now that while any cock felt good inside my hole, big dicks really did the trick to fix that hungry, itchy feeling I got. And just looking at Darren’s cock, that big, thick rod of meat, I knew it would satisfy me.

Darren placed his big hands on my hips, his fingernails digging into me, and with a sudden motion he pulled me towards him, then spun me around and pushed me against the wall, my round pecs pressed against it. My beefy arms braced myself, as I felt that big black log slap in between my cheeks.

I couldn’t help but roll my hips back, needy, desperate. Darren was teasing me, and he knew it.

“Man, stop teasing me, and fuck me already!!” I gritted out, I was done playing games. All those cocks inside me only made me hungrier for big dick. And I was going to get what I needed.

Darren chuckled as I felt his cockhead press up against my hole. It was already wet and stretched – it took no effort for him to pop the head inside. He started to slowly sink his cock into my hole, giving me that stretch I needed. But I was fucking inpatient, and done playing games. The guys had bitched me out, and I was going to take back some control.

I pushed off the wall and threw my ass back, my bubble butt swallowing the rest of Darren’s cock in one smooth motion. It slid in easily, my hole ready and open. It was like all the other cocks I’d taken already were the appetizer, and this was the main course.

I groaned, my toes curling, as I finally felt FULL. The deep stretch inside was perfect, I squeezed my ass around Darren’s cock, milking it.

“God-DAMN!! Micucci, your pussy got some MOVES!!” Darren moaned.

Damn right. If I had a pussy, I was gonna be the best pussy around. Nobody can out-pussy Luke fuckin’ Micucci.

I was throwing my ass back, pumping my hips, Darren grabbing my hips hard as he thrust into me, meeting my pace. I could feel my big fat round cheeks clapping and slapping together with each thrust.

“Holy fuck, look at Micucci. He’s really doing it!” I heard from somebody in the crowd, my head was so full after finally getting COCK that I couldn’t tell exactly who it was.

“He’s fucking squeezing my cock, fuck, Miccuci is milking me!! Best pussy I’ve ever had!”

Fuck yeah. I’m Luke Micucci, MVP. Most Valuable Pussy.

I was throwing my ass back like I fucking OWNED Darren, like I was using his dick to satisfy me, and I wanted to get him off not to make him cum, but to finally fill my pussy with the cum I knew it craved in that DEEP spot.

“Hold on, I don’t wanna cum yet…” Darren groaned. And I knew I had him right where I wanted him.

Or at least I thought I did. Because then he tightened his grip around my hips and actually lifted me off the ground. I had to brace myself against the wall to stay upright as he took control, fucking into me. I couldn’t steady myself to push back against him, so I knew I was totally fucked. Literally.

“FUCK yeah, D-Man!! Pound that pussy!” I heard whoops and cheers from the other guys, getting a good show of watching my hole get pounded.

Darren thrust forward, forcing me to push against the wall to stay upright. In that moment, he moved his arms from their position on the sides of my waist, to hooking them around my biceps and under my armpits. With one thrust, he pulled me back, so my back was flush against his chest as he lifted me, thrusting upwards into me.

My pussy was fucking gushing in this position, drops of juice gushing from my squelching pussy with each thrust. Darren turned me around so I could face the guys, and I could already tell some of them were stroking their boners, ready for round 2.

“Your pussy is mine now, Micucci,” Leo said, coming up in front of me. He grabbed both of my legs and lifted them. By the time I realized what he was going to do, I was powerless to stop him. Leo grabbed his cock and pressed it against my hole, already forming a tight seal around Darren’s big cock.

But my hole was soaking wet, filled with cum, and had already been fucked enough to be stretched out. I gritted my teeth as I felt Leo’s cock slide into my hole, right alongside Darren’s. I thought it would be painful, but instead it was only uncomfortable for a little bit. It was the biggest stretch I’d ever had, even bigger than Mark’s ultra girthy cock, and I could feel my ass walls trying to fight it.

But then they realized it was pointless, and I gave in. I let them drive their cocks up into me, both of them at the same time, my pussy squelching even louder before. My juice was all over their cocks, keeping them slippery so they could slide in and out of me more easily. I felt like a total pussy, being fucked like that, at their mercy, my pussy used by my two bros.

Darren grunted into my ear, his hot breath down my neck making me feel all warm, my hole responding to his beastly growls and moans. Leo meanwhile had that fucking smirk all over his face, thinking he was hot shit now that he finally had me where he wanted me.

I knew by now that all of Leo’s “jokes” weren’t jokes after all. He was just barely hiding how badly he had always wanted to fuck my ass. And now he finally had his chance.

“Fucking hot pussy. I knew you’d feel so good. So fucking tight!!”

Well the only reason I was so tight was because I had two big fucking dicks inside me at the same time!!

I threw my head back and moaned, my eyes shut, as I let them fuck me how they wanted. They started alternating their strokes, making sure there wasn’t a single moment where I wasn’t stuffed full of one of their cocks.

Their breathing got heavier, their hips thrusting jerking into me. I knew what was about to happen.

“Oh fuck!!”

“TAKE IT!!”

They both growled, and then bottomed out in me at the same time. Darren’s cock was longer, but Leo’s was only a few inches shorter. And I immediately felt their warm cum pumping into me, reaching that deeper part of me that was desperate, so hungry for cum. My pussy clamped down on them automatically, keeping them inside me and squeezing every last drop out of their cocks.

I felt something inside me, my body shaking. As I was filled with cum, it was like my hole was trying to make room. I groaned as I felt juice spray out of my stretched hole, my turns curling as I saw white. I came hard from my hole, my dick untouched, it was like it didn’t even matter anymore. All of my pleasure came from my wet, hungry hole.

After they were done filling me up, Leo stepped away, and Darren’s softening cock flopped out of my hole. Going so suddenly from being stuffed full to completely empty made it hard for my hole to close up again. I could feel some of their cum leaking out of me as my hole struggled to close. I whimpered, like I was losing precious drops of water in the desert. Fuck, I needed to be FULL of cum.

I felt my back lay on something flat. Opening my eyes, the guys must have cleared off Coach’s desk. I eyed some of my teammates. A few of them were ready for round 2, stroking their cocks.

My pussy twitched. These were some horny baseball jocks, and I was the pussy they needed to fuck. I was going to be here all night.

I was always fighting against calling my hole a pussy. But that’s what it is. And it doesn’t make me weak. It makes me desirable, my ass is so fat and my pussy is so wet that practically any guys wants to fuck me. Even though they’re bitching me out, I’m not their bitch. After feeling like my pussy ruled my life, that I was a slave to its hunger and how wet it would get, I finally felt like I was gaining back control.

I closed my eyes and lifted my legs, presenting my stretched out pussy to them. I was still loose, still soaking wet, and open for them.

One by one the guys got their chance at my pussy again. I kept my eyes closed and just let it happen. A cock would enter me, thrust into me for a few minutes, then blow his load, only to be replaced by another.

I lost count of how many cocks were in me, my legs growing tired, propped up on their shoulders so they could thrust into me more easily.

I felt like a sex toy for them, just a fucking sex doll with a big fat ass and a hungry wet pussy for them to bust into. A fleshlight for the whole team to use.

I was breathing heavy, rubbing my bloated stomach, full of dozens of loads already. It had been a few minutes since the lost cock shot inside me. I thought it was finally over, the guys satisfied with using me. My pussy was full of their cum, and I’d already came a few times from it. But it was still missing something. Suddenly the grunts, groans, and all other sounds died down. It was almost creepy, these guys never shut up for anything, and now they were silent. What was that about?

And then I felt it. The thick cockhead press against my wrecked hole. I gasped as it sunk into me, the girthy slab of meat stretching me out just right. It was perfect.

It wasn’t as long as Darren’s, but it was thicker, girthy, plugging me up so that none of the cum or my pussy juice could leak out. And even though it didn’t get as deep, once the entire length had sunk inside me, it was like it had hit that exact spot that needed to get rammed with cock, like there was a button inside my ass.

I’d taken too many dicks to count already, but this dick was special.

I’ve been fucked by this cock before. Felt it dig deep into my hole, stretch my ring out, and fill me with cum. I’ve been fucked by some of the biggest cocks ever, from Coach, Mark, and even that nurse. I’ve already taken over a dozen dicks today. But nothing compares to this exact cock.

I’d recognize it anywhere.

“Sammy!?” I gasped, opening my eyes so I was face to face with my best bro. He was as handsome as ever, his hair still in that sexy swoop, his thick eyebrows bunched together in concern.

“Luke… is this ok?” he asked.

“Fuck yes!” I grinned, my heart doing this funny bouncy thing. And I knew what it was.

This was beyond me being happy to see my best bro, who had been avoiding me after I broke his heart.

This was me realizing that I was in love with my best bro Sammy.

I’m so fucking head over heels in love with him, I just didn’t know what that feeling was. I didn’t know why I wanted to spend every second of my free time with him, why I liked feeling him near me, or hugging me. How he could make my worst days instantly better. How I could spot him across a room and be drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I’m so dumb for not realizing it sooner. Just a big, dumb baseball jock with a fat ass.

Sammy’s face relaxed in relief. Without thinking, I propped myself up on one elbow, and with my other arm I snaked it around his neck. I pulled him into me, our lips crashing together awkwardly, teeth hitting each other, but it didn’t fucking matter.

I was kissing Sammy, for real this time. How the fuck had I pushed him away before? Our lips mashed together, tongues fighting. It wasn’t just sexual, I could feel his emotions, both of our feelings for each other. I knew how he felt about me. And I finally understood that I felt the same way.

As we kissed, Sammy thrust his cock into me. He was fucking me, like before, but more passionately. This wasn’t two bros just getting off together. There was emotion behind each thrust, like he was trying to join us together, make us one. It was cheesy and romantic as fuck, but that’s what Sammy is all about.

I couldn’t tear my lips away from his while he fucked me, his arms around me, mine around his neck. He rutted into me, each thrust hitting that exact spot inside of me, the sensitive spot where I just knew I needed cock and cum.

Our breathing got heavier, but we couldn’t stop mashing our lips together. Sammy’s hips snapped into mine, my fat ass jiggling as he thrust into me. I was getting close, and Sammy was too.

He finally pulled himself off my lips, pulled me close and groaned into my ear as he busted inside of me. His sexy moans and groans vibrated inside me, so fucking sexy, and it set me off too.

At the exact same time that Sammy’s balls tightened up and he started spewing his hot cum inside my pussy, my walls clenched around his cock as I felt the dam inside me break. Hot jets of warm cum painted my guts while I screamed, slick juice gushing from my hole like pussy was cumming.

Sammy’s cum was stuffing me full, each spurt of warm jizz hitting me, making my pussy throb in pleasure. I was squirting so much it felt like it would never stop, soaking Sammy’s lap, his legs, and it must have been forming a puddle near his feet.

But he didn’t stop, didn’t pull out. He just rocked his hips into me, keeping us connected, as both of our orgasms died down. Like he couldn’t believe he was holding me, like he didn’t want to let me go.

Sammy looked at me, his post-cum face lazy and satisfied, his eyes hooded in a dreamy expression.

“Fuck, did that really happen? Did you really kiss me?” he sighed.

Well, now I had to make sure he knew he wasn’t dreaming. I pulled him back into me, this time our kiss was gentle, slow, the hunger was still there but it was one of satisfaction. We lazily kissed, our tongue wrestling. I pulled away, our lips both slightly swollen, my belly bloated with countless loads, my pussy loose and sloppy, and my best bro’s softening cock still inside me, not letting me go.

“Sammy… I fucking love you, bro!” I said, amazed at myself for finally figuring something out, something that I’ve somehow been blind to this whole time.

Sammy’s face broke out in the biggest smile I had ever seen on him. Like I had just given him everything in the world. Like all his dreams had come true.

“Luke, I love you so much! I always have!” he admitted, and I saw his eyes getting glassy. The look he gave me was exactly the same as in the photo Mark showed me. Completely dumb with love, he has it for me BAD. And I feel the same way.

“Dude, you’re such a cornball!” I laughed.

I heard a round of “awwws” from around us, and came back to reality. Oh yeah. The entire team had just ran a train on my hole. And they were still there, witnessing the whole embarrassing thing with Sammy.

“Fucking finally!” Devin laughed, and the guys on the team started cheering. Those fucking douchebags.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Leo crossing his arms, sulking. Sammy shot him a triumphant look like “he’s mine now, motherfucker!”.

Our eyes met again and we couldn’t help but burst out laughing at how ridiculous this whole thing was. But it happened.

Sammy and Luke, back together again.

Alex woke up with a sudden gasp.

He felt very fuzzy in the head…almost hungover. His body felt exaughsted and his limbs were sore. He went to stand up but found himself fully secured to a metal chair was steel wrist restraints on his wrists and ankles. The only clothing on his body was a pair of shorts. He felt some discomfort in his private area but had no idea what it could be. Alex was starting to realize he not only didn’t know where he was…he could not remember literally anything. One strange thing that stuck out to him was how ridiculously horny he felt. It was something that hit him immediately and felt distracting and frustrating. 

The steel restraints on his wrists and ankles suddenly sprung unlocked, freeing Alex from the chair. As he stood up he tried to keep his balance. He looked around. The only things in this room were the chair and a flat screen tv sitting on a stand in front of it. Their was no windows. Alex turned around and saw the door. Alex exited the room and found that he seemed to be upstairs in a completely normal looking looking house. As he went downstairs he saw several interesting pictures framed on the walls. The men were all seen posing in what looked like fetish gear. Men decked out in bdsm/leather gear smoking cigars, furries and pups, lots of fit men taking group photos in skin tight rubber suits. A lot of these pictures seemed to be in some sort of club. The next interesting thing Alex noticed was a calender on the kitchen fridge. It appeared to be October and every day of the week from the 1st to the 30th had an X through it. So it is the 31st? Alex thought.

Alex heard what sounded like faint chatter and pulled the curtain over above the kitchen sink. 

“Ahhhh!!!” Alex screamed, jumping back startled. 

A group of guys were visible right outside of the window peering in and smiling excitingly at him. They looked amused at his confusion and fear. “What the fuck is going on?! What are yoy guys looking at?!” Alex yelled at them. He got no response only continued amusement and laughter. 

Alex saw the door to exit the house and stormed out. His jaw dropped upon stepping out into the daylight. He appeared to be in a very small perfect looking little village. Perfect grass, sidewalks, and roads. Everything seemed so…artifical looking about it to him. The scariest part though, all around Alex were even more men. Some standing with their hands in their pockets watching intently, some grinning and filming or taking pictures on their phones, others joking and around in groups and yelling things at him. He was to overwhelmed to even focus on what they were saying. Their were dozens upon dozens of them. 

“What the fuck do you guys want!??? Answer me freaks!!” 

His anger only seemed to make them happier. Alex continued yelling until he was red in the face and his vains and muscles popping our. Alex set his sights on one man and proceeded to charge in his direction with his fists balled up. He was ready to fight. Suddenly he heard a whistle sound. He felt his entire body stiffen up. He was completely locked into his own body. A living statue. He saw a very large beefy man dressed like a medieval executioner approaching him. He had the hood and all so Alex could not see who he was. Alex was terrified. His heart raced not knowing what to expect.

The man lifted Alex like it was nothing and carried him over to what looked like a stockade set up in the middle of the town. One was just a normal stockade with a hole for the head and two for your hands. The other was one that seemed to be just for securing your ankles that had a seat with a backing attached to secure the arms about your head. The “executioner” secured Alex to the first stockade. The executioner pulled out a whistle and blew on it. Alex could finally move again. The only issue being that he was now locked in the stock. The executioner pulled out a large black paddle. He walked over to the back of Alex and yanked his shorts down revealing his bare bum. 

SMACK 

Alex let out a loud yelp as the man cracked the paddle on his bare ass very hard. 

He walked back in front of Alex and pulled out a role of tape. He sealed Alex’s mouth shut and then grabbed a megaphone to address the crowd. His voice was deep, serious, and booming. Just as intimidating and scary as he looked. 

“OKAY IT IS TIME FOR YOU ALL TO HAVE SOME FUN HERE AT STATION 1. REMEMNBER SPANKING ONLY.”

The crowd of men began to circle in tighter. One man raced to scoop up the paddle the executioner used before another could. 

“Don’t mind if I give this a try!” He said excitingly. 

Smack after smack Alex yelped as the man kept swinging the paddle at his ass. 

All of the men cheered. 

“OK ok stop hogging!” Another man protested. 

The man doing the spaking passed on the paddle to another. This went on for what felt like a half hour. A few men stepped up preferring to use their bare hands. The worst was when a man pulled a pinwheel put of his pocket and ran it all along Alex’s very raw butt cheeks. Finally the executioner ordered everyone step away. He pulled out his whistle and gave a blow. Once again Alex was frozen in place. Could not speak, move, let alone groan or make any type of noise at all. While frozen Alex was moved to the next stockade. His bare soles sticking out of the holes his angles were locked. His arms secured above his head. The whistle was blown and Alex was unfrozen. 

The megaphone was picked up again. 

“PART 2 OF STATION 1. TICKLING ONLY.” 

A display of feathers and brushes was set next to Alex. 

The men one again circled in. 

Some men sat in the grass and used the brushes to aggressively scrub Alex’s soles with them. Alex could only laugh his muffled laugh and try to scream for mercy through his gag any moment he was lucky to catch his breathe. His pits were very bad. One man on each side of him dug in hard. 

“Mmmmm! Hahhmmmmmm!” Alex protested through his sealed mouth. 

“Sorry mate, we can’t quite understand you” one of the men said, earning some laughs. 

One man was dedicated to being as subtly irritating as possible. He used a feather and just lightly trailed in around Alex’s ear, nose, neck ect. Alex honestly wanted to break out and hit him…and then all the rest. Sweat was beginning to pour off of Alex. It was getting harder and harder to breathe woth how hard he was laughing and how hard it was to only take in air through his nose at the same time. He started to actually panic that he might lose consciousness soon. Thankfully a half hour had gone bye and all of the men were finally stopped and backed away. The executioner unlocked the stocks. He didn’t even freeze Alex in place. Alex pulled up his shorts and his eyes began to dart around looking for an exit. The executioner meanwhile wasn’t even paying attention to him, he was packing up all of the tools he had used. 

“Hey! Follow us! We’re here to help!” 

Alex turned to see 2 guys standing a bit separate from the other clusters of men all around. Both around his age, 25 or 26. Alex ran with them. 

The crowd slowly walked in their direction but didn’t chase. They kept their distance quite a bit actually. The 2 guys led Alex into one of the buildings in this “town”. Inside it looked like an empty bar. 

“Who are you guys? What is going on?” Alex asked. 

“I’m Felix, this is my partner Oliver”.

Felix was pretty fit. He was bald and tattoo’d up with a goatee. Oliver had more of a handsome hipster vibe going. Clean cut short brown hair. Glasses. Tight clothes. They seemed very kind and approachable. Alex felt comfortable with them. 

“We have no idea what is happening either. It seems like all of these people are brainwashed. We have been looking for other people who don’t seem under control. We’re lucky we stumbled upon you.” Oliver said. 

“We need to get you something to eat from out stash bro!” Felix chimed in. 

Felix brought out a bunch of warm food. Chicken, steamed veggies, a protein shake, apple, water bottle. 

“Gotta keep your energy up man”

“Thank you” Alex said as he dug in. 

Alex looked around as he ate. He noticed some pictures on the walls of the bar that made him raise an eyebrow. It looked like the remains of a burnt down building. Other pictures had ambulances and people being treated for injuries and carried out on stretchers. This all felt very familiar to him…like it was all at the tip of his tounge but he just could not get it. 

Felix approached, “were going to go search for more food and possibly check other areas for more people, yoy okay staying here?” 

“Uhmm…sure. yeah I guess.” Alex said. 

Alex sat in silence for what felt like an hour before he heard that dreadful noise again. The whistle noise. He felt his body lock up. Two men rushed in. They were covered head to toe in skin tight red and blue rubber suits. They lifted Alex over to what looked like a pool table that had some sort of vac bed fitted onto it. Alex’s shorts were pulled off and he was layed inside the vac bed on the pool table. His legs specifically stretched to each side so a V shape was formed. He heard one of the rubber men turn on a vacuum sounding machine and soon the vac bed began to encase him completely. It was so tight that it might as well of replaced his skin. The only part open was two small holes poked where his nostrils were so he could breathe. 

The blue rubber man opened up the double doors of the bar and more of the previous crowd began to filter into the room. The whistle was blown to unlock Alex’s body but it was not like it mattered. He was not going anywhere. 

“STATION 2. CBT AND TIT PLAY ONLY” 

The red rubber man announced from a megaphone. 

A few men set a hard round ball at the end of the table and proceeded to set up their aim with the pool sticks. They were looking to take shots at Alex’s perfectly pronounced large balls. 

Alex groaned in pain everytime the ball would shoot up the table and bounce back to them men off of his balls. 

Other guys thought it would be fun to rub Alex’s nipples through the vac bed until they became to sentiment and unbearable to touch…and then they just kept going. When they were done they swirled ice cubes around his nipples. 

“Mmmmmphhh!” Alex could only moan as protest. 

When the men got bored playing pool as an excuse to target Alex’s ball sack they moved onto other ways to torment him. One man leaned over the table and began flicking Alex’s balls. Another was handed so sort of small electric wand he used to give little shocks to Alex’s testicle. The man set it right where the tip of Alex’s cockhead was. Alex squealed and tried to get no. The man grinned. He made the long anticipation torture before finally giving a nasty shot right to the tip of Alex dick. They guys all laughed when Alex yelped in pain. Finally the whistle was blown. While in his frozen state Alex felt the guys peeling him out of the vac bed. The two rubber men carried him, one holding his arms and the other his legs. They went a few buildings down. 

The new building seemed to be a single floor gym. Like one yoy would find in a school. In the center was a cube with holes on each end. Alex was placed in the cube. His head popped out of the hole in the top. His head seemed to be inside of a large empty fish bowl installed at the top of the cube. His arms were stretched out and restrained sticking out of the 2 holes on the side. The rubber men left the room. 

“Where the fuck are Oliver and Felix! Why are these people doing this to me!” Alex thought. His cock throbbed in the cage it was locked in. Alex could not understand how he seemed to be attempting to get hard. He was infuriated and as a straight man, he was not into anything he had been being subdued to at all. Into the gym a happy go lucky middle aged man walked in. He looked like some sort of coach. Tube socks, a hat, old letter jacket ect. Very “Ted lasso” looking. He led the group of spectators into the large gym. 

“Welcome to humiliation station Boys! I already told y’all what were going to be doing with our friend here so let’s just jump right in!” 

The Coach blew the whistle around his neck and a good handful of the men started to close in on Alex. 

The Coach and all the men began slipping off their sneakers. Next they peeled off their socks. 

“Enjoy yourself my friend, this is what happens when you find yourself stuck in my cube” the Coach said, stuffing his long tube socks into the fish bowl with Alex’s head. 

“Aghhh! Let me out now!” Alex yelled. 

More and more socks were being dropped into the fish bowl from the other guys. Tube socks, athletic socks, dress socks, you name it. Soon the bowl was completely filled to the brim. Alex could only breathe in the various scents.

“No point trying to turn your head in any direction. You just have to take it” The coach said. 

The front of the cube had a small door. One of the guys opened it and sqeezed him self in with the lower half of Alex’s body. Another guy helped shut it. Alex could not see the man inside the box but could feel him maneuvering around to position himself behind him. The man in the box grabbed onto Alex’s underwear, twisted it around his fist and began to slowly pull it tight in the direction of the roof of the cube. 

Alex yelped as he began receiving his wedgie. 

“Aggh stop I swear to fucking god!” 

The other men laughed and also expressed curiosity as to what the man in the cube was doing to Alex. 

A new man approached the cube. He stuck both of his fingers into his mouth and swirled them around. Next the man lowered his hands into the bowl. He had to push past many socks until he found Alex’s ears. He jammed a finger into each one and began to swim them around. While this was going on the man in the cube was nearing pulling Alex’s underwear all the way to the roof of the cube. 

Alex screamed. The man giving the wet willy took one hand and promptly stuffed a couple socks into Alex’s mouth before going back to playing with his ears. The man in the cube finally tapped the underwear to the roof. 

“Haha Yes! Got it!” He yelled, very proud of himself. He gave Alex’s nipples both one big twist before squeezing his way out of the box. 

The other man behind Alex backed off as well. 

Coach blew his whistle freezing Alex again as he released Alex from his confinement cube. Alex was sat upright on the ground. Coach leaned down down fixed Alex’s mouth wide open. He stuffed his fingers in Alex’s mouth and pulled Alex’s tounge out as far as it would go. Alex felt very silly just being stuck in place sitting on the floor with his tounge out all doopy like. A chair was set right in front of him. 

“Alright Nick, as the winner of our special drawing earlier you win the tounge bath of the day today. Step right on up sir!” Coach said. 

A fit younge man stepped up. He was wearing tight running shoes, compression shorts, a tight workout shirt. He seemed to be a runner. 

“Thanks Coach, don’t mind if I do!”

Nick sat in front of Alex. He had a mischievous smirk on his face. 

“I don’t like wearing socks. Just thought I should let you know” nick said with a wink. 

He kicked his sneakers off and slowly engulfed Alex’s face with his left foot starting heel and toes until it was firmly planted. He then slowly brought it down Alex’s face until it was gliding down his tounge. 

Alex wanted to barf. He hated feet! Nick used his other foot to rub Alex’s chastity nub through his shorts. Alex was so disgusted yet once again confused at how much he felt himself wanting to be unlocked and shoot. How long had he bad his cock caged like this??? Coach finally told Nick his time was up. Nick slipped his shoes back on and walked back with the rest of the crowd. 

Alex was surprised when Coach blew the whistle. He hopped up immediately. 

“None of you freaks fucking come near me!”

Everyone just laughed and looked entertained. 

“Alex! This way!” A voice from the other end of the gym said. Alex spun around and saw Oliver. 

“Follow me!” 

Alex ran to him and they exited the gym out of the double doors on the other end. 

“Where is Felix?” Alex asked. 

“He found a way out of this place. More survivors! We found a secret passage in one of the stores.” 

After quite a bit of running Alex and Oliver found themselves in front of an abandoned supermarket. 

“Their are a few more people I found that I promised I would come back for. Go in and go all the way to the back. You’ll see a door. When you do in you’ll be reunited with Felix and the others. I’ll be back!” Oliver said before parting ways with Alex. 

Alex walked inside. It was a normal supermarket…just eerily empty. He slowly made his way through the back of the store and saw the 2 double doors. He pushed both open. 

“Huh…?” Alex looked around. A completely empty room other than a few large wooden crates. The only peculiar part of the room was the entire wall on the opposite end seemed to be a curtain. Like one at a Broadway stage show. 

Slowly he kept walking forward. 

“H…hello? Is anybody here??? Felix?!”

“Ahhh!” Alex screamed as all 3 crates flew open. 

The executioner, the red rubber man, and the Coach all popped out of them. 

Alex went to run through the doors he came in but the blue rubber man emerged. 

Alex slowly backed up as then men slowly kept creeping towards him. 

“Stop! Get back! I swear I will hurt you guys if you touch me!” 

The men were only inches from Alex before a frightened Alex fell backthrough the curtain on the other end of the room. 

Clapping. Lots and lots or loud clapping. Bright stage lights were fixed on him. Alex sat on the ground of the stage he found himself on. He was facing an auditorium full of 50 or more people. All clapping and whistling like the just witnessed a great show. 

Alex was like a deer in headlights. He had never been so confused. The curtain behind him raised and his four attackers all walked out hand in hand. They raised their hands in the air together as the cheers got louder before letting them down and giving a bow for the audience. A man walked onto the stage from the side with a headset microphone on.He seemed to be middle aged. Bright white smile. Slick dark hair. Very handsome. “Let’s give it up one more time for our performers! Owen the executioner!” 

The executioner took off his mask. He was an older bear type. He looked very friendly and approachable which surprised Alex. The others hugged and patted him on the back. 

“Our rubber men Felix and Oliver!”

The rubber men removed their masks. Alex was in shock and felt very betrayed. They hugged each other as their peers cheered them on. “And lastly Brian! Or as you all knew him…Coach!” 

Lots of cheering and whistles from the audience. He his fived all of his on stage partners. 

Alex was so overwhelmed and confused he had no time to react. The guys on stage grabbed him from behind and held him in place. 

A very built man with the words “Security” written on the back and front of his shirt brought out a metal restraint chair. It was just like the one Alex had woken up in earlier in the day. The guys secured him to the chair and all exited the stage except for the man with speaking on the mic. 

“And now for the final event of the day! But first let’s give our poor friend Alex a refreshed here on what has been going on.” 

He wheeled out a large tv. Alex couldn’t help but notice a key around the man’s neck. Could that be the key to my chastity cage? He thought. 

The man dimmed the lights and played the video he had on screen. 

The video shows several men escaping from a burning building that is falling apart. Another scene shows many men in distress some are getting help from medics and being treated for injuries and burns. It cuts to a mugshot on screen of Alex. A voice over begins. “Alex Payne arrested and convicted for the arson, destructions of property, and the attempted endangerment of many innocent civilians at the ‘White bear’ gay club. Alex was captured after being shown on surveillance camera torching the building with many still inside. During his trial he begged the judge for any other sentence other than prison. “We’ve linked you to man other arson incedents. You’re a serial arsonist and a danger to society. You also made a choice to torch a ga club specifically which you admitted was a targeted choice during the trial” The judge said. The judge had a very surprising offer…Alex would become the first attraction at the new “Justice Park”. A creative and alternative format of sentencing to prison or probation. At the justice park, spectators can pay to watch or participate in serving justice upon criminals deemed lucky…or unlucky enough to be selected. The justice will come in the form of many different kinks which will be facilitated by actors/experts in said kinks. Alex not only agreed, but PLEADED to be accepted into this program. The justice park will tailor make a punishment that they find fitting.” The next portion of the video showed Alex being sat down in the room he woke up in. He was in the same metal chair he was bolted to right now. A middle aged man came in. He wore a badge around his neck indicating he worked at the park. His gray shirt had a large black swirl on it. He was very enthusiastic as he spoke. “Hello Alex! My name is Mr.Mind. I’m a trained hypnotist for 20 years now. So I understand you chose to sign up for this program as part of a court order…well no worries I’m not here to judge. Just want to make sure everything runs smoothly for me, you, and everyone else involved.” He said with a gentle smile, putting his hand on Alex’s knee as if to comfort him. “Have you ever been hypnotized Alex?” “N…no sir…” “OK that’s fine. Don’t worry I will guide you through it. I want you to relax and completely focus on my voice and only my voice. When I tap your forehead everything I say you will follow. Anything I tell you to feel you will feel.” Alex already found himself feeling very sleepy as he sat with his eyes shut. Mr.Mind gave his forehead a tap. Alex suddenly got lost in his voice. “Now I understand you are straight. When you are here in the grounds of the park though you will feel turned on by the site of any guys you see, you will feel turned on by their touch, no matter how much it angers or disgusts you, your dick will still find itself becoming very hard…Very aroused even if the rest of you hates it. The next trigger I’m going to instill in you is a freeze command.” Alex heard Mr.Mind blow a whistle. “When you hear this whistle blow you will find yourself completely frozen in place like a statue. You will still be able to see, hear, taste, and feel but you won’t be able to move, make noise, or speak in anyway. You will be stiff and ridged. The only thing that can bring you out of this frozen state is hearing the whistle again. It can freeze and unfreeze you. To my understanding they have set up a series of stations for you. One run by a different actor. A tickling & spanking station, a cbt station, a foot & humiliation station, and an edging-cumcontrol station. At the end of each day you will be meeting back in this room with me and I will be wiping your mind. When I snap my fingers you will forget everything that happened each day. You will know something happened and you will feel all of the affects but you will not know exactly what until the end of each day where it is all explained to you all over again. With each passing day you will also only become more and more horny. We will be keeping you locked in a chastity cage. The last station of each day is the edging one where you will be unlocked and edged to the brink…but you will not cum and you will be relocked by the end. So Alex…were going to start our first day.”

Mr.Mind walked to the door of the room. He gave a snap of his fingers before the door closed completely.  

Alex noticed on the screen the date of the tape recording was 10/1. He was horrified. What on earth did he agree to. Everyday facing the worst tickling, spanking, ball torment, feet…being edged to the brink everyday only to end up locked. And then it all resets…with him only getting more worn out, horny and frustrated. 

The tape was shut off and the TV wheeled out. 

The man with the headset turned and smiled triumphantly at Alex. 

“Now for the final station of the day which is mine. The edging station! As those of you who are regulars know…I have been keeping our friend Alex on edge everyday this whole month for what I like to call “Locktober”” he said with a wink. 

“Being that it is the final day, we arranged today to end in a special way. We are finally gonna let Alex cum! But don’t worry…this won’t really be for his enjoyment, and you’ll see what I mean soon…” 

The man pulled up a small stool and set it between Alex’s legs and proceeded to pull down his shorts. He took the key from around his neck and unlocked Alex’s chastity device. Alex saw his name tag just read “Mr.Hands”. 

Alex’s cock imminently sprung up rock hard. A string of pre-cum went from the tip right to the seat of the chair. “Incredible…” said Mr.Hands. 

Alex noticed that his dick was being projected onto a big screen above them so the audience had a close up. 

Mr.Hands began a slow stroke of his shift. 

“Close…close…” Alex said. 

“We have to be extra careful…we have a whole month’s worth of cum in here” said Mr.Hand. 

His hands were so soft and slick. 

He began to focus on the head with one hand while slowly stroking the shift with the other. Alex began to squirm in his seat. His cockhead was far to sensitive. When Mr.Habd stopped and very small stream of precum spilled out. 

Mr.Hand caught it in his palm. 

“Perfect…more lube.” 

He continued to edge the hard cock. Occasionally focusing just on the head. 

“Please let me cum. I want this to be over so bad! I can’t go another day without shooting. I can feel it! It’s physically impossible!” 

Alex heard the audience chuckling as he started to form actual tears in his eyes. 

“No can do sir” Mr.Hands replied with a cocky smirk. 

The edging proceeded. You could tell just how well Mr.Hands had gotten to know Alex’s cock over the month. Sometimes he knew right when to stop before Alex had even opened his mouth to beg to shoot. 

The edging went on for exactly an hour. Alex went from more desperate please to shoot to basically speaking gibberish. 

“OK Alex. You are free to cum whenever you would like. Those of you in the audience you bought the all access tickets please form a line at the side of the stage” Mr.Hands said calmly. 

Alex was confused. Why would a couple dozen audience members be lining up? He saw as they got out of their seats grinning and rubbing their hands together. They looked so excited. 

Mr.Hands started very slow and proceeded to pick up the pace stroking the shaft up to the head. He used his other hands to cup the balls and pull them outward. “Ahhhhh! Fuck ahhhh!”

Alex practically passed cum. He erupted into an almost violent orgasm. His cum flew all over Mr.Handa outfit. It looked like he had been sprayed a few times by a bottle of milk. Alex’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. His legs shook. It was like he was having an out of body experience or an exorcism. The cum just kept flying and Mr.Hands just kept stroking. 

“Absolutely fucking incredible. Just amazing. All of my hard work had definetly payed off. This was very much worth the wait” Mr.Hands said as he continued to stroke the remaining cum that was not starting to slow down to just a few spurts. 

The audience erupted into cheering. A standing ovation. 

Then…Alex’s heart sank.

Mr.Hands pulled out a whistle from his pocket and gave it a blow.

Alex found himself frozen. 

“Even if you weren’t bound right now you couldn’t stop what is about to happen to you right now.” He said. “All right boys, remember, 1 minuet each.”

The first guy in line sped walk over. He didn’t want to waste any of his time. He lubed his hands and began stroking and polishing Alex’s cockhead. If Alex could have screamed he would have probably destroyed their eardrums or shattered his vocal cords. 

“I know you are just going nuts in there aren’t you? I bet you wanna hurt me so bad?” The man said with a devilish smirk and he stared Alex right in the eyes, continuing to polish his knob. 

The man moved on and another man very quickly picked up where he left off. They didn’t even want him to have a few seconds of a break. The man slowly and repeatedly glided his palm over Alex’s cockead. 

“This was so fucking worth it. I am so glad I came” He said. 

He moved on and another man stepped in and took his place. 

Alex felt like he was gonna pass out but his body wouldn’t let him. Not being able to even squirm intensified the experience because it was all his body could focus on. 

Alex began to pass because the sensitivity had became to much for him…yet the guy just kept polishing him through it. He chuckled as he rubbed the head through little sprays or pee. 

Alex’s stomach turned as he saw their were over 20 people eagerly waiting in line. 

Eventually it was all over. Alex sat very still in his chair. Tears had streamed down his face but otherwise he looked completely peaceful. You wouldn’t think internally his nerves were shot and he had just experienced the overwhelming sensations he had. 

Four men who all had “Security” on their shirts lifted his chair and began to walk him back to the house he had woken up in. 

Mr.Mind walked in with a freshly cleaed chastity device and locked his dick up. The security exited the room so Mr.Mind could begin his mind wipe induction for the next day. 

One of the security walked to the calender and used a black marker in his pocket to X out the October 31st date. He flipped the calender to the next month.

“So what is next for him?” One of the other security asked. 

“Well this was locktober. Next ‘no nut November’ then ‘denial December’ ect. Yoy get the idea right?” 

The 2 guards chuckled. 

“Damn…I think I might feel just slightly sorry for him.” 

“Nahh…getting off way easy for what he did…wayyyy easy. Let’s be real.”

“Well tomorrow is a whole new day for him, and that whole new day will be everyday hahaha. Great work today guys. Let’s close up the park. With the popularity that has come from this one inmate…err…attraction, the Justice Park will be able to grow with many more criminals for people to come see.” 

With that, Locktober was over for Alex. But his new reality in the justice park was just beginning. 

How long will he be there? Will he be able to handle all of these torments each day? Was this all a nightmare?

The parks could care less how he felt about it. He agreed to it. All they want to know now is…

Who will be buying tickets to the justice park? 

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Author note: Hope you all enjoy! This story was inspired by a ‘Black Mirror’ episode called “White Bear”. I put a kinky twist on it though 😉 Love to hear thoughts

As music throbs, I pull him to my side,
With every breath, I fan the flames anew,
His body quakes, our lust has been untied.  

With firm intent, I guide him where I cue.
His eyes reflect a mix of fear and steel.
In my embrace, I forge a blade so true.  

The heat between us rises, raw and real.
With whispered words, we share a binding tie.
I taste his trust; so sweet!  So strong!  Surreal! 

He bends to me, surrender in the air,
As he concedes to me, I find my bliss,
A world of pleasure blooms, beyond compare.  

He begs of me with words I cannot miss,

He pleads, ”I need…Sir, can you give me this?”

His heartbeat quickens, caught within my thrall,
My quiet words — a spark ignites the night,
With every step, I watch him start to fall.  

I lead him deeper, heart and mind, so slight,
His body yields, an open book to read,
In pleasure’s grip, he finds a sense of right.  

I set the terms to which he will concede.
I prize the thread of trust he grants to me,
I take my time.  I sense his naked need.  

The power shifts, I set his passions free,
He craves the edge, where shadows dance and bend,
A journey forged in raw affinity.  

I know he understands what I intend.

Into depravity we will descend.

In heated moments, destinies entwined,
I feel him soften; urge and strength collide,
The lines of dominance are faithfully defined.  

He melts beneath me, caught in passion’s tide,
His will dissolves; a canvas I can paint
With strokes of fervor, brush against his pride.  

Each gasp he gives, another sweet complaint,
I hear our music rise, the sirens call,
I’m in my place, his Master—yet his Saint.  

In giving in, I see him standing tall,
His heart laid bare, a fire beneath the skin,
In trust, he offers all without a wall. 

He idolizes me as I begin

To play his body like a violin.

As darkness falls, our shadows merge and weave,
I taste his longing, find the strength inside,
In every thrust, I help him to believe.  

His soul unravels, fears and doubts subside,
With every whisper, I unveil his heart,
Each shuddered breath, a testament of pride.  

I see submission blooming, legs apart.
The depths of passion, rich and warm and wide,
In this embrace, we craft a kind of art.  

With every motion, time and space collide,
Together we explore what lies within,
In ecstasy and trust, we both abide.  

Tonight, his self and soul were mine to win.

This sub is claimed.  His service will begin.

My name is Bill Smith;(one of the millions of Bill Smith’s in the U.S.A.) . I was  married,then divorced-now Gay, at age 62. I took an early retirement and live in Fort Lauderdale.

I rent from two slender, good looking 70-ish  Gay guys. They rent two rooms in their big house-to me, and a younger gay man, about 40. Our rental money pays the taxes and insurance.

My landlords like me because I’m inshape, good looking, and have a fat 8″ cock.

I get cheap rent, and they get some cock and ass during the week.

About three nights a week they come in-(I’m half drunk anyway)-and take turns expertly sucking and rimming my nice ass and rock-hard  8″ cut cock-and sharing the two cumloads.

Also, once a week, the other roommate, hunky muscular Top, Tom, comes in-(usually late at night)-and gives  me a hard, thorough mouth fuck,( very pleasurable), and a big load of Cum. (He never fucks my  ass, as he only fucks 20-ish Young Twinks.)-

(My ass is too old for him.)

Nearby, I have a couple of older Tops to go to when my ass itches.

Life is good at age 62, and retired  on two pensions.

But sometime at night. I have the same recurring, vivid sex dreams of  being in Boston, back in the summer of 2000. The details are stamped in my memory.

I was forty, looked 30, and  buff from  working out at the gym. The marriage was crumbling-and no sex from the wife. The sex with guys was getting better and better- so I didn’t care.

I was in Boston in early July at my hotel, and had just sold some schools their new computers.

It was a Friday night. I was near the Mass. General hospital, with several gay bars nearby. I ordered a quick room service meal. The waiter is cute, but didn’t hang around.

So I go down  and out of the building and across the street, to  one of the older gay bars. It’s early evening, only a couple of guys. I deliberately sit next to the one well-muscled, good looking 40-ish guy-(longish hair, a beard, and wearing Levis).

I have a couple Rum and cokes, and he  starts the conversation. The bartender is listening, so Ron, my new friend, says-“lets sit at a table.”

We sit down, and Ron says, “what are you looking for?” I reply, “I’m married, no sex at home-and I’m really getting to like sex with men.”

“It’s exciting to suck cock and get fucked”- I said.

“I’d like to have as much sex as I can this weekend-just sucking, getting sucked, and getting fucked-and no weird stuff like a fist up my ass.”

“Cool”, he says  smiling. “That can be arranged. Let me call some friends”.

He goes in the back and makes a private call-then comes back. “There are three guys in my building, up for sex right now”, he says.

“Sounds great”, I reply.

We get up walk a couple of blocks and go into an old apartment buildng-up to the fourth floor. Three middle-aged , good looking guys in Levis are sitting around drinking shots of whiskey, and smoking joints.

 We sit down. I have a couple shots of Bourbon and  puffs of the joint, and we go into the bedroom and strip down. They all have fat 6″ and 7″ cocks.

The guys are shocked when they see me take dentures out of my mouth and put them in my pants. “A car accident when I was drunk”, I said- “the steering wheel knocked out most of the teeth”.

 I’m picked up and laid on my side in the bed by the muscular guys, and quickly lubed. In seconds, my mouth and ass are being fucked hard, and someone is skillfully deep-sucking my fat  8″dick. I can’t resist- and  shoot a big load of cum, down a warm, willing throat. Then the guys, two at time, fuck my mouth and  ass- and switch, till all four have shot loads down my throat,  and in my ass.

(The oldest guy is the skilled sucker, and sucks the ones fucking my  ass.) It’s all over in about an hour. We all get up, naked, for more drinks, and smoke more pot. (Ron , who brought me, washes  me off at the bathroom sink with a washcloth.)

We’re sitting around, dicks hanging down,the older sucking guy is kneeling and just sucks and licks our cocks for fun-(not trying to suck out a load).

 High and half drunk, I say-“wow, that was intense”.  Then Jim says, “we’ve got to go- the guys are going out to the clubs later”.

The guy on the floor sucking me regretfully gives up my thick, still-hard cock , and switches to another fat cock nearby.

  Ron says, “there’s another sex place nearby, want to see it?” “Sure”, I half-drunkenly say.

  We go a couple of blocks away to an old, and physically dirty gay bar-with just a couple of older alcoholics on bar stools.

I just stand there, as Ron talks to the bartender. I hear the bartender say, “nice body”, as he looks at me. He hands Ron a wad of money. Ron comes over and say’s,”‘there’s fun downstairs”.

Ron takes me out back and down some stairs to the basement. It’s a huge room, but warm-a large bar with hay bales and wood barrels all over the place-real rustic.  There are comfortable looking sling seats hanging from the ceiling.

Ron introduces me to a short, muscular guy Billy, in his 30’s-and showing a big, bulging cock in his jeans. “Billy will take care of you”. “I’ve got to be somewhere-be back  in an hour or two”-and with that-Ron leaves.

  Billy is friendly, gets me a drink-but seems a real tough guy-looks like a fighter.

I’m sitting on a chair, with my drink.  Billy stands, pulls out a very thick 7″dick, with big hanging balls.

He non-violently grabs my head and shoves his super-thick, hard cock into my mouth.

“No teeth, I like that”-he says, after a couple of deep thrusts.  He pumps away steadily, deeply fucking my throat, and with a final hard fuck, shoots a big load of Cum down my throat. “Nice”, he says-(as he takes his massively thick cock out, and wipes it off with paper towels).

I’m still drugged  on pot, and partly drunk- enjoying the taste of the Cum-and just sit there.

 “Come with me”, he says.

We go to the large alcove in the back.  He gives me some more liquor, and pills.

Billy strips off my clothes off, and puts them in a locker. He lets me wear  my t-shirt-nothing else. “I’ll give all that stuff back to you later”, he says.

Billy kneels, there’s is brief pinprick. He’ s injected something into my cock. The cock instantly swells, get hard and stays very hard. ‘There’s no harm to it”- Bily says.

Billy and another muscular guy pick me up and lay me down on a weird padded massage table. My head sits on a thin board with a pillow. I’m on my belly, ass up and and legs velcroed to two leg boards-so my legs are spread and my ass ready for fucking. My  swollen, super-hard dick hangs down into a glory hole in the massage table.

The padding is soft and deep, and comfortable. Billy throws a thin blanket over my shoulders and back-making sure to leave the ass exposed-and leaves. It’s warm in the basement-the furnace must be nearby-and half drugged, I doze off.

  I’m awakened by the sound of male voices.

There are dozens of  mainly older guys in Levis. My ass is bring felt and rubbed by many hands. They split up into a line at my ass and a line at my head.   Lots of big, hard  cocks are hanging out-being sucked by kneeling figures-as they laugh and drink-waiting their turn to fuck my mouth and ass.

 A big cock enters my mouth and another my ass, at the same time. The guy holds my head and after some short hard fucks, shoots me a good load of Cum. The guy fucking my ass comes also-and both  guys are replaced by other guys.

My ass is tingling contantly, and the loads of Cum taste real good. (I am drunk and high on pills at the same time-and the cocks feel and taste great.)

I lay there, just a piece of of meat to be fucked.

  But after about a dozen loads of Cum, my stomach can’t take any more, and I throw up a whitish mass.  Billy comes by-cleans up the mess, washes my face, and give me a weak bourbon and water to drink;(plus a couple of pills).

Now, one is fucking my mouth anymore-there’s just the line of guys to fuck my ass- (with their medum, large, and extra large cocks).

There are also old guys sitting on the floor waiting to go under the  massage table and suck my huge, rock-hard 8″ dick.

(I’ve got really big balls and always have been able, at parties, to shoot 5-6 loads. But I seem to  have gone past that number of cum loads now)-(maybe the pills helped).

There’s atireless, toothless cocksucker under the table-super skillful, and I can’t resist him, and shoot a big load.

  I doze off, and when I wake up, the line of guys fucking me are gone. (Probably off to fuck young guys in the Slings.)

Now I’m being rimmed by older toothless mouths and long tongues, and am  getting  long,slow suckings.  I’m rock-hard but there’s no more Cum in me.

It doesn’t stop the suckings of my hard, swollen cock-it  just goes on and on.

I hear voices. and look up. It’s the guy I met earlier, Ron, and muscular Billy.

I hear Billy say very quietly, “The Meat worked out well. Especially since he had no teeth. And  a nice thick cock.  Bring us more Meat like that.”

  Billy then comes over, and with a warm washcloth washes my face, cock and ass. Ron and Billy get me up. Ron has brought me a large coffee, lots of cream and very sweet.

I drink that, and they get me into my clothes. Ron takes me upstairs, and we slowly walk the few blocks to my hotel, and Ron gets me up to my room. He makes me a drink, a light bourbon and water, and has me drink it.

He takes me into the bedroom and undresses me. I’m feeling better with the  coffee and bourbon in me.

He props me up, takes  out his hard, very-thick, beercan cock and quickly and deeply fucks my mouth-and grunts pleasurably as he shoots his load;( but not in my mouth-at the last minute ,but the pulsing cock is pulled out, and the Cum goes on my chest).

  Then he kneels, and expertly deep sucks my cock-until a small load gushes out.

He then put me on my belly at the end of the bed, spreads my legs and and bending his knees, gives my ass hole a quick, hard vigorous fuck- for what seemed a long time-finally shooting his load, with  a satisfied sigh.

I’m Just lay there, still groggy, but my ass tingles with pleasure at the hard, rough ass fuck he had  just given me.

I’m propped up again, and my toothless mouth gets fucked again for 8-10 minutes-with his still-hard cock. He finally shoots a load, and it pours out on my chest.

Ron grabs a towel, cleans my mouth, chest, cock, and ass and slides me into bed.

 “See you next time you are in town”, he says, as  he leaves.

I remember it, as if it were yesterday.