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I walked down the crowded street, the smells of the city’s diverse cuisine wafting through the air as the neon lights reflected off the damp sidewalks. The townhouse stood out amidst the concrete jungle, a bastion of history with its intricate facade and ivy-covered bricks. As I approached, the sound of my sneakers echoed against the cobblestone path that led to our front door.

When I stepped inside, the aroma of simmering spices and roasting meat greeted me, a stark contrast to the cool evening outside. I took off my coat and hung it on the rack, noticing the faint hum of laughter and pans clanging coming from the kitchen. It was a rare sight to find my mother, Penelope, cooking. Her job kept her away from home most nights, leaving dinner duties to me and my stepdad Duke. She looked up from her recipe book, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Jayce, honey, I’m making your favorite!”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Duke emerging from the living room, a dish towel slung over his broad shoulder. His muscular frame filled the doorway, casting a warm shadow. “Hope you’re hungry,” he said with a grin, his pale blue eyes meeting mine. “Your mom’s been slaving away in here all afternoon.”

I smirked at his playful tone. “I’m surprised you didn’t offer to lend a hand,” I teased, glancing at his spotless hands. “Could’ve used your culinary genius.”

Duke chuckled, flexing his bicep. “Ah, but cooking is an art form, Jayce. And one that I graciously leave to the masters.” He winked at Penelope, who rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “Besides, when you two start whipping up a storm in here, I know to stay out of the way. Last time I tried to help, I think I set a smoke alarm record.”

Penelope swatted him with her own towel. “You’re not that bad,” she said, though the hint of a smile told a different story. “But tonight I wanted to treat us all to a home-cooked meal anyway.”

The three of us sat down at the long, polished dining table. The food looked and smelled divine. The conversation flowed easily, a mix of small talk about my day at college and Duke’s latest gym triumphs. Despite the age gap, we had a natural rapport that had developed over the past two years. As the evening went on, I found myself watching the way Duke’s forearms bulged as he served the food and how his eyes crinkled when he laughed at one of my mom’s jokes. I had to admit, he was a catch.

Mom looked stunning, as always. Her gentle nature and beauty had drawn Duke in, and it wasn’t hard to see why. The soft glow of the pendant lights above the table highlighted her delicate features and the warmth in her eyes. She had always had a way of making everyone feel welcome, and Duke was no exception. They were an odd couple in some ways, with her being so petite and him so towering, but it was their shared love for fitness and good humor that seemed to bridge the gap.

Duke, with his Nordic looks and sculpted body, was the epitome of masculine grace. He moved around the table with ease, filling our glasses and passing the dishes, his muscles flexing subtly under his tight-fitting shirt. His blond hair was cut short, showing off the strong line of his jaw and the faint dusting of freckles across his cheeks. The way he interacted with Penelope was genuine and affectionate, making it clear that he treated her like a queen.

I often found myself lost in thought during our dinners, observing the way Duke and my mom interacted. It was as if they were two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly despite their differences and age gap. His broad shoulders bent slightly to listen to her stories, and her eyes would light up with pride at his successes. They were a picture of companionship that I had never thought possible for my mother after my dad had passed away.

Tonight was no different. The candles on the table cast a warm glow over their faces, emphasizing the softness of my mother’s skin and the sharpness of Duke’s jawline. She spoke animatedly about her latest work project, gesturing with her slender hands, while Duke nodded along, a smile never leaving his lips. His pale skin contrasted with the dark wooden table, a stark reminder of his Viking-like origins. The way he leaned back in his chair, arms folded over his chest, showcased his defined pecs and biceps, a testament to the hours he spent in his gym.

The food was excellent, a fusion of my mother’s Southern charm and Duke’s adventurous palate. He had introduced her to a world of flavors she had never experienced before, and she had embraced them with open arms.

The dinner passed in a blur of laughter and stories, the clinking of silverware against plates a comforting soundtrack to our evening. The way they looked at each other, the easy camaraderie they shared, made me feel a pang of something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. It was a strange mix of happiness for my mother and a hint of envy for what they had. But as I took in the sight of them, the thought grew stronger.

Duke was everything I found attractive in a man—handsome, strong, and kind, but utterly manly—yet he was my stepfather. It was a forbidden crush that had been festering since the day he’d moved in. I had pushed it aside, telling myself that it was just admiration for a good-looking guy. But as the months turned into years, the lines began to blur.

As we cleared the dinner plates, my mother already in her study, the clinking of silverware against the porcelain echoing through the kitchen, the conversation took a surprising turn.

“So, your mom told me about your breakup,” Duke said casually, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in the quiet space. “Tough one?”

I nodded, trying to keep my cool. “Yeah, it’s been… interesting.” I didn’t bother explaining the details of my ex’s dramatic exit from my life. “But it’s over now.”

Duke handed me a wet plate to dry, his grin mischievous. “Interesting, huh?” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping slightly. “You know, I’ve heard you guys last night. Sounded like you were breaking the bed in half instead of breaking up.”

I felt my cheeks flush as I took the plate, the heat of his teasing palpable. “Duke,” I chided, trying to keep my voice steady, “…you did?”

He leaned against the kitchen counter, his eyes dancing with mischief. “Oh, come on,” he said, his grin widening, “It’s not like I could miss it. Sounded like the whole house was shaking.”

My face burned brighter than the stove’s gas flame. “Well, you know how it is,” I replied awkwardly, trying to brush it off. “Sometimes the chemistry is just… explosive.”

Duke chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “I’ve been there,” he said, his gaze lingering on me a moment too long. “But you know, sometimes it’s not just about the pounding. But I guess you know that already, since you broke up.”

I nodded, trying to ignore the way my heart was racing. “Toby was… good in bed,” I admitted, “but we just weren’t on the same page about what we wanted. Last night was just… He came to get his things. It just happened.”

Duke’s laugh boomed through the kitchen. “Jacked studs, huh?” He flexed his arms again, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Well, I can’t comment on his interlect, but his… physique… isn’t exactly hard to miss. Can’t say I blame you for being seduced,” he said with a knowing smile, “I know we studs can’t help but turn heads.” He winked at me, and I couldn’t help but laugh. It was a classic Duke move, using humor to cut through any tension in the room.

“But you know what they say, Jayce,” he continued, his voice dropping into a mock-serious tone, “Tall, dark, and handsome can be a bit too much. Sometimes you’ve gotta appreciate the blonds with brawn.” He shot a look at his own reflection in the fridge, flexing again. Despite his playfulness, his words hit closer to home than he probably intended.

I chuckled, feeling the tension ease. “Yeah, I guess so.” I turned away, focusing on the dishes. The water in the sink grew hotter, and the soap bubbles grew larger, my mind racing with thoughts that had no place in my mother’s kitchen.

“You okay, Jayce?” Duke’s voice was soft, his hand landing gently on my shoulder. “Did I say something that upset you?”

I shook my head, turning to face him. “No, not at all,” I assured him, forcing a smile. “It’s just… breakups, you know? They mess with your head.”

Duke’s expression softened, his hand moving from my shoulder to give my arm a comforting squeeze. “Yeah, I know how it is,” he said, his voice gentle. “But you’re young, you’ll find someone better. Someone who’ll make you forget all about this Toby guy.”

The warmth of his touch sent a jolt through my body, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to imagine what it would be like if those hands were on me, not just offering comfort. But I quickly pushed the thought away, reminding myself that this was my mother’s husband and my stepfather. It was a line I had sworn never to cross, no matter how strong the attraction grew. With the last plate in hand, I decided it was time to escape the kitchen before I did something stupid.

“Thanks, Duke,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I rinsed the plate under the running water. “I’m gonna go crash in my room for a bit. Got a big exam tomorrow.”

He nodded, understanding in his gaze. “No problem, buddy,” he said, giving my arm another squeeze before turning back to the dishes. “Let me know if you need anything.”

With the last plate in the dishwasher, I made my way upstairs, my heart still racing from our conversation. In the safety of my room, I leaned against the closed door, taking deep breaths to calm the storm inside me. I couldn’t deny the obvious—I had a raging boner, and it was all because of my stepfather. The line between admiration and attraction had been crossed, and I knew I needed to get a grip.

I decided to jerk off, hoping to purge my mind of these forbidden thoughts. Stripping off my clothes, I sat on the edge of my bed and took myself in hand. I thought of Toby… his piercing blue eyes, his thick black hair, and that body—a sculpted masterpiece of Italian heritage. His cock had been a thing of beauty, a perfect blend of thickness and length that had filled me up so good. The way he’d flex his muscles when he was on top of me, his abs rippling as he drove into me—it was like watching a porn star in person.

I stroked myself harder, remembering the feel of his weight on me, his powerful thrusts that had made me see stars. But as good as the sex had been, our goals in life had been worlds apart. Toby was all about the gym and the chase, the pursuit of the next big high. Me, I had my studies, my future, and my family. As I brought myself closer to the edge, I allowed my thoughts to drift back to Tobi for one last time. His strong arms holding me down, his deep voice whispering sweet nothings that sent shivers down my spine. The way he’d spread my cheeks and plunge into me, filling me completely. The way his muscles would flex and bulge as he fucked me senseless….

And before I knew it, I was on the edge of climax. I pictured him in my mind’s eye,the way he’d whisper dirty things into my ear, calling me his little ass slut, had always driven me wild and so did the memory. The sound of his heavy breathing, the feeling of his sweat-slicked skin against my own, it was all too much to handle, to hold back. With a strangled moan, I came, my hot cum spurting onto my stomach and chest. The orgasm washed over me like a wave, not the strongest one I’ve had, but it was enough to release the pent-up tension that had been building since my dinner conversation.

My body trembled with the aftermath, and I collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily. The room was silent except for the sound of my ragged breaths. I wiped the cum off my chest with a towel, feeling a mix of relief and guilt. What was happening to me? Why was I thinking about Duke like this? He was my mother’s husband, for fuck’s sake. I closed my eyes, willing myself to forget the way his muscles had looked in the candlelight, the way his arms had flexed as he’d served the food. But no matter how hard I tried, the image remained burned into my brain.

It was so cold but I trudged and stamped my way through the snow. Up to my knees in the devil’s dandruff as I call it but I had to press on. Luckily I worked in the same part of town so it wasn’t too bad till I could get a car. I was fresh out of High School with little to no prospects so I worked in my Uncle’s gym helping around and doing as I’m told. Uncle Zach was a meathead and absent most of the time but lifted with his buddies when he did come in. I was just the cheap labor he could boss around. Mom was rather absent so he had a free hand to push around his sister’s kid. Zach always reminded me how thankful I should be to him for letting me keep this job. He always liked to take shots at how little I was, that I’d set a bad example for the gym. “We have a shrimp working for a bunch of sharks…” That sort of thing. I just kept my nose out of trouble and didn’t socialize.

There was some kind of strongman tournament going on nearby so the gym was busier than normal with out of towners and the regular big guys. Zach wasn’t a pro but liked to think he was. His ego must have been as big as his cock or so he wanted everyone to think. Either way, I didn’t have to worry about him too much on the regular, daily business of the gym. In that regular business, I didn’t have to sit at a desk, I just had to keep the place clean and sanitized, restock towels, wash said sweaty towels, and lock up at night. There was always the benefit of watching the gym goers. I was gay and I knew it but was deeply in the closet. I had never kissed anyone let alone gone further. There was a nice mix of eye candy and regular people watching that proved a good source of entertainment. I think that if my Uncle ever knew about me, he’d at best tease me about that or at worst, beat the shit out of me and throw me out.

I was taking a short break when I saw Anthony come in. He was one of our best lifters, always here it seems. He flashed me a smile and went back to the locker room to change out of his work clothes. How those arms fit in a best buy shirt I’ll never know. He told me once that he hated working there but the gym was his happy place. That would definitely explain his physique. He came out of the locker room then.

“Hey Anthony!” I called out. “How’s hell today?”

“Pretty shit, Ted.” He returned. “The holidays are lousy with morons wanting to haggle.”

“I could never work retail. You’re way stronger than me.”

“Don’t I know it.” He said flashing one of his guns with a chuckle. “But really, some days I want to throw a person into a TV.”

“Exercise will power out there. Muscle in here.” I said with a smirk.

With that, he got on with his business and the clanging of iron was roaring through the room. Zach walked in a few minutes later with a little entourage.

“I’m just grabbing something from the office. Be a good shrimp and do what ever these guys tell you.” He ordered. There were three of them, all huge. I learned later, sponsors from the strongman tournament looking at and testing the local gyms. Zach left and gave them a parting offer to test out any of the equipment or the sauna if the wished.

“And who’s skinny boy here?” Their apparent leader asked me.

“I’m Ted. Let me know if you gentlemen need anything.”

“Oh we will, thanks.” One said as they passed the front check-in.

The looked around a little then started using some dumbbells probably heavier than me. One was working up quite a sweat after a while and removed his shirt. Fearing my uncle, I didn’t feel the need to enforce any rules about clothing on them. They kept at it till they had their fun and one waved me over.

“Wipe me down.”

“I don’t usually do th…” I was interrupted by a towel being thrown in my face. It was definitely not a request so I figured, what the hell. I started working on his cannonball shoulders, then arms, then torso. He was truly massive. I stood about 5’9 and felt like a child next to this man. His muscle wasn’t defined but he was as solid as granite. My only real fear was something of mine popping up. God knows how these douche bags would take that.

“Thanks Bud.” He said slipping me $20. I’ll tip for them too because they’re a bunch of cheap bastards.”

They all laughed a little and I got to work on the others as they finished their work out.

“Do you always have someone wipe you down when you’re finished?” I asked.

“Usually.” One answered. “Helps to reach those hard to get spots. At least for me. Tom here just likes a power trip.”

“Fuck you.” Tom, the leader said laughing. “You got a sauna I hear?”

“Yes sir. Just through there.” I said pointing. They kept bullshitting as they walked towards the back. Anthony came up to me.

“I’m definitely too poor to tip but I bet I could do with a rub down.”

“Sure, Dude. Sit.” I said motioning to a bench. I took up a clean towel and started on his arms. “You ever do anything professional?”

“Not really.” He said. “I just do it for fun. I’m about to cut soon.”

“You’ll be looking great.” I said as I lifted his huge arms a little.

“Thanks. I’ll go back and shower.” He said. “Thanks for the pat down.”

“Anytime.” I said as he got up and walked back. The big dudes were still in the sauna so I started cleaning up a little and took the towels to the back. I went into the locker room to see if I needed to do anything there. All was well except I caught a glimpse of Anthony drying off. He was amazing from what I could see and nearly all of it, I could see. He was turned away from me and I carried on over to a linen closet to grab something, On the way back to the door, I staired a little again but he turned and I think caught me. I quickly mumbled something about getting more towels and moved out of the room quickly. I made it up to the front desk and sat down a moment.

“Hey.” Anthony shouted. “I don’t like queers checking me out.”

“I… I, wasn’t… I didn’t mean…” I started to stammer. His sudden approach to the desk was terrifying.

“Just kidding dude.” He said with a laugh. “I wanted to scare you a little.”

“Oh me heart almost exploded.” I said and gave a little chuckle. “I really didn’t mean to stare. I was kinda like a deer in headlights.”

“Don’t worry. I catch guys staring all the time.” He said.

“Please don’t tell my Uncle. He’s already out to get me so it seems.”

“I can keep a secret, if you can too.” Anthony said quietly, leaning in. “I stare back.”

He gave a little wink and started out into the wind and snow saying, “Till next time Bud.”

I was shocked as well as rock hard. Was it possible I had a shot with Anthony? He was older but not out of my range realistically, 28 to my 19. He was way out of my league too, cute in the face with dark brown wavy hair. I spent a little while pondering it. What did he want? Quick bang and done? Relationship? To tease a poor gay closet case? These thoughts whirled through my head for a little while before I remembered the strongmen. Things had died down and the other regulars had left by the time of Anthony yelling about queers in the locker room. I went back to the sauna room and it was still engaged so I opened the door and took a peak in. Through the steam and dim reddish light, I practically stepped into a porn shoot. All three were nude and jerking off. The all looked up too as soon as the door opened.

“Grab that bitch.” Someone said and one of them sprung up and thrust the door open, pulling me in. The door slammed behind me and was blocked by a massive body. The heat stung all my exposed skin.

“I found another thing for this little shrimp to do.” Tom said and he pulled me down to my knees. He brought my face up to his cock which was standing a good 7 and half inches. He slapped my cheeks with it and smeared his precum around. “Open wide.”

I struggled a bit.

“Open or I crush you like a soda can.”

I opened my mouth a little and his head was shoved in roughly. I was made to bob on it a little with horrible threats about what would happen if he felt teeth. Tom must have been close already because he soon pulled my head down further and hit my throat. Cum gushed out and started to choke me. I couldn’t pull my head up from under his solid arms. Once the cum stopped flowing, he let me up and I fell back onto my ass. They all laughed and then I saw the phone. One of them had filmed the whole thing.

“Stay down there faggot.” One said as he started jerking. I was staring up at this behemoth when his cock erupted and sprayed it’s seed all over me. Just then, the last one blew too and covered me. A camera flash briefly blinded me.

“Now I hope we can come to an understanding here.” Tom said. “You keep quiet about what you saw and your dick of an uncle doesn’t have to see these pictures. Understand?”

“I…”

“Understand Fag Boy?” He said louder.

“Yes.”

“Yes what.” someone else said.

“Yes Sir.”

“He’s a natural.” One of them said. “By the way, come here.”

I started to get up to the last man to cum on me but was force too stay on my knees.

“Open.” I did so. He stuck the tip of his softening cock in my mouth I thought to clean it off. He began to piss. “Drink it boy. Don’t spill a drop.”

I tried but it started to overflow and run down my front, soaking my already ruined shirt.

“Now you’ve done it.” Tom said. “Let’s soak him.” They got up and started blasting me like firehoses. I was squirming all around, choking on piss and cum, eyes burning, and cock hard all the time. I shouldn’t have liked it but it wouldn’t go down. After they finished, they hit the showers and passed me trying to clean up as they were leaving.

“Thanks bud.” Tom said. “Remember what I said about those pics.”

“Yes sir.” I said horrified.

“Next time, I’ll seed that little ass.” Said the man that used me as a urinal.

I shook with fear and watched them leave then continued cleaning up. I didn’t leave the gym till after 2am due to the sauna mess. I slept poorly and woke up early the next morning. I had dreams of Anthony that night. His muscular arms caressing me and his thick chest heaving as I laid on it. The dreams soured when those men came in again and started railing me. They were pulling me apart with their huge muscles. Arms and legs like tree trunks… I woke up hard and leaking. This was one hell of a sexual awakening if that’s what you could call it.

I jerked off in the shower and raced off to work. At least the snow had stopped falling. When I got to the gym, Zach was already there.

“Good Morning.” I said as I entered.

“Hey Shrimp.” He said. “What did you do for those guys last night?”

My heart turned to ice. “Just what you said. Follow orders like normal.”

“Well Tom said he thought you were doing a good job. He asked me to pass that on to you.”

“That’s very nice of him.” I said cooling my trepidation.

“Yep. When he’s here next, keep it up.”

“He’s coming back? I thought they were from out of town.” I said.

“They all were but they’re moving here in a couple weeks.” Zach explained irritated. “Just keep up the good work and I won’t have to fire you or beat you.”

“Yes Sir.” I said quickly.

“I like that. You’re finally respecting your betters.” With that, he did a last look around and left. Tom and his friends moving here… Permanently… Oh. Oh Fuck. I’m so fucked.

The day went on and on, dragging with the thought of being at the mercy of that gang of cunts all the time. That being said, my cock didn’t seem to mind that thought. I just kept at it and evening drew closer and closer. I was watching the clock like a hawk Closing time was reached after an interminable shift and i headed out. Just leaving the building, a car whipped up right next to me. I was surprised and the lingering thought of it being Tom behind the wheel reared it’s head. I was cleared of apprehension as the window rolled down and Anthony’s smiling face presented itself.

“Get in skinny boy.” He ordered smiling from the car window. I figured with the bite in the air, why not and went around to the passenger side.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“Just passing through when I saw you. Thought you might have wanted a ride.”

“Thank you.” I said. “My house isn’t too far.”

We sped off and were flying down the road.

“Wanna take a little detour?” Anthony asked. “By my place?”

“Sure, I don’t mind.”

The car rolled up to a nice little house in a quiet suburb. There were some Christmas lights still up but he had the good sense not to turn them on in January.

“Come on in, I wanna ask you something.” He said and marched up the driveway. Once inside, he turned on a couple lights showing off a lightly furnished kitchen and living room. Everything that particular bachelor would need, a couch, punching bag, and Xbox. “Follow me.”

I was beginning to get nervous as we made our way to a an unfurnished bedroom.

“Well.” He started. “What do you think?”

“What about it?”

“Do you want it?” He explained. “My roommate left and I need someone to share the rent with. You’d be up for about $550 a month.”

“It sounds perfect, but, why me?”

“I needed a roommate I could trust and I don’t know too many people around here.”

“I would have to think about it.” I said.

“Of course. Take your time.” Anthony said. “The peepshows you could get are free of charge.”

I blushed at that and was ashamed of having stared at him.

“Just kidding dude.” He said. “That is, I should charge money to this gun show.”

“You’re so full of yourself.” I said rolling my eyes a little. We went out to the living room and as I was making my way to the door, he grabbed my wrist.

“I want you to know I really don’t mind you checking me out. It’s a good ego boost.”

“You’re certainly a sight to behold.” I said. “Who wouldn’t want to look at you.”

“I’m just gonna shoot my shot here.” Anthony started. “You can do more than look if you want.”

“I… I can? You’d let me?”

“Unless my gaydar is way off which, I don’t think it is with you.”

“You’re right. Just please, don’t tell anyone.”

“I understand.” He said placing a meaty hand on my shoulder. “You wanna talk about it?”

We sat down on his sofa and had the nicest heart to heart I’d ever had. We ended it with me agreeing to take the room and us starting off exploring some things about myself. I told him what had happened to me and how disgusted I was yet how I also kind of wanted to meet those three men again. He told me some stories of his youth, coming out as far as he had by then, and admitted that he was probably falling into the cougar stereotype going after a teen when he was almost 30. By the time we slowed down, it was nearly three in the morning.

“I’m going to the gym in the morning if you want to just stay here.” Anthony said. “I can drive you or take you home now.”

“Where would I sleep?” I asked gesturing towards the empty bedroom.

“Well, you can either sleep with me or use my bed and I’ll stay out here.”

“I don’t want to displace you.” I protested. “Is there room for us both?”

“King size.”

We laid down together and fell asleep quick, my dream from the night before coming true. He spooned me and kept me warm all night. In the morning, we were both tired as fuck but had to get up.

“Bathroom’s through there.” He said as I crawled out of the covers. “Oh wait, shit.” But it was too late. I had entered and saw a couple things laying around. “I forgot to clean up in here.”

There was some lube on the counter, a funny shaped sex toy in the shower, and what I was told was a chastity cage in the sink. These items told an interesting story.

“I see you have plenty of fun.” I said with a smirk.

“I had a man over the night before and I’ve hardly been home to clean up. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, just reassures me that you’re human and not 100% perfect.”

“Keep teasing me and I’ll put you in this next.” He said pointing the dick cage at me before throwing it into the bedroom.

“Maybe I’ll have to take you up on that.” I said with a wink and turned on the Shower.

We raced through the morning process and got in the car. I was on time, barely and opened up the gym. Anthony did his workout and eventually left me with his number and the address of the house. I told him I’d move some stuff over later if he’d help me. Zach came in after Anthony’s departure and was indifferent to the news of me moving out of Mom’s house. He did a little inspection of the place then left like usual. Around noon, the door opened and Tom’s friend, the more threatening one, walked in. I stared like a deer in headlights and began to sweat. We were the only ones in the building and I was fearing for my very life let alone, ass.

“Hey fag boy.” He said. “Your uncle ’round?”

“No Sir.”

“Good. Dude’s a prick but he’s got money and a nice gym.”

“Yes, Sir.” I replied quietly.

“Ahh.” He said with a sarcastic tone. “Still scared of big bad Mike?”

At least I knew his name now.

“Well?” He said.

“I… uhhh, yes.”

“That’s the way it should be.” He laughed. “Remember what I told you when I was leaving?”

“Ye, yes Sir.”

“Good.” He said with a smile and made his way to the locker room.

I sat at the front desk scared shitless and jumped at every little noise. He came back out and started his workout. I prayed for the door to open and for someone to come in but that savior never came. After an hour on our slowest day of the week, it was still just me and him.

“Rub me down.” I heard Mike call out. I raced over there eager not to disappoint, scared to disappoint. He was hot, steam was nearly rolling off his shoulders as I wiped the sweat from him.

“I’m going to the sauna. Lock the front door and meet me there.” He ordered.

I must have hesitated because he bellowed out, “Did I stutter, fag? Or you want those pictures passed around?”

I ran to the front door and locked it, hanging a sign saying out to lunch. I then slowly made my way down the hall to the sauna. The door was open.

“Strip then come in on your knees.” he said from just inside.

I did as instructed, terrified yet chubbing up fast. I pulled sown my pants and started to get down when he said, “All of it. Now.” I removed my underwear and crawled in. He slammed the door shut, blocking out the hallway lights. It was then I realized he hadn’t turned on the lights. Only the very dim red glow of the heating coils illuminated a partial silhouette of that hulking monster of a man. I couldn’t see but his hand reached out and grabbed my hair. I struggled a bit and received a slap from the other hand. Soon, his cock was being smeared all over my face.

“Open.”

I did and he pushed in. I gagged when he hit the back of my throat and that was his cue to use force. He took my head in both his hands and pulled me down his shaft. I gurgled and choked all the way till my nose was mashed into his ample pubes. He started thrusting. He put a hand under my throat and around part of my neck.

“God damn boy.” He said in a deep voice. “I can feel my dick just wrecking that throat. You got a good thrussy baby? Beg for this cock. Beg.”

He started thrusting in harder and harder till he rammed it home and held me down.

“Beg for mercy. Beg for it bitch or I’ll let you die on that dick.”

I made an attempt but was muffled beyond any recognition of voice.

“What’s that slut? Can’t hear you.”

He kept my head buried till I started to go lightheaded. When he finally released me, I flung back and landed against the bench. He grabbed at me and held my head again. I felt it splash first, then I tasted it. He must have cum buckets all over my face and chest.

“Damn. If you weren’t such a good cock sucker, I was gonna gape that ass.” Mike said, out of breath. “But I’ll still give you a taste of it.”

With that, he grabbed me like a ragdoll and threw me on the floor. With one knee to the small of my back, he pinned me down in a manner that prevented me from almost breathing. One hand spread my ass open and the other swiped the cum off my face.

“There you go slut. I’m gonna breed you without even fucking you.”

He rammed two of the cum covered fingers in with little ceremony. I gasped for a breath that couldn’t come as he violated my virgin hole. After a minute or two, a third finger was added and he said;

“God that’s a tight fucken hole. I’m chubbing up a little just feeling you up. Wanna go round two with the beast, fag boy?”

I started to worry, to the point of tears as he shifted around in the dark. I then felt something much bigger than the three fingers press in.

“Oh fuck. You’re so fucking tight.” He said. “Just wait till I’m done with you.”

He rammed in quick while covering my mouth. I screamed into his hand which only made him slam in harder. I was praying for a meteor to come down and hit us but I couldn’t have been that lucky. All the while, my cock was leaking like a faucet. This went on for about 15 minutes or so before he slowed down and practically laid on top of me, his giant frame crushing mine.

“You’re such a good little fag.” He said breathlessly. “One more reward.”

As he finished that sentence, I felt it. He was pissing inside of me. It flowed and flowed till I began to hurt. It was like a horrible cramp once he finished and I must have had a gallon if his piss in me. He got up and opened the door.

“Good job.” Mike said turning back. He threw me a $100. “Here’s so you feel better. Go buy an ice pack, you little whore.”

He shut the door on me and left. I got up and exited the sauna on very uneasy legs. Looking at myself in the floor to ceiling mirror, I was a mess. Cum filled my face and my stomach seemed to bulge out from it’s ordinary flat figure. I went to the bathroom and was soon myself again. I had to get cleaned up and reopen the gym.

At the front desk was a slip of paper. Scrawled on it was: “Call me for some more fun, fag. It’ll be worth your while.”

I slipped the note into my pocket

Tim Swiftrunner, a friend of  Wizard Longwand’s previous object of lust and sex- Windswift-had recently moved into  Longwand’s house as his new  travel buddy and sex companion.

Longwand’s long 12″ cock was hard to resist when Tim’s young  20 year old ass itched, as it did regularly.

 The Wizard’s house was a small house, so Tim shared a room with the slender, muscular Gnome, Fang, the house servant and cook.

Fang, with Tim’s sleepy acquiescence, got to feast nightly on Tim’s fat 7″cock and delicious, muscular ass. 

Tim, age 20, had been there four months, and had Fang to take care of his cock-and also had  boyfriends in the village with large cocks that needed sucking regularly.

  One morning, Fang came into their bedroom;(Tim had been allowed to sleep late, as it was his birthday).

‘Longwand wants to see you after your breakfast’……..’time to get up’……

 Fang announced.

Then Fang whipped back the coverlet, pulled down Tim’s shorts-and started sucking and devouring Tim’s rapidly hardening, thick 8″ cock.

Tim just lay back and Fang went into a frenzy licking balls and sucking and deepthroating the thick piece of meat.

Tim couldn’t hold out, and a big load of Cum gushed into Fang’s warm toothless mouth. (Gnomes lost their teeth at adulthood, and ate fruits and vegetables.)

  Licking his lips clean of Cum, Fang said- ‘what a good room sharer you are-always willing to share your cock with me.’

‘I am never horny with you around, Fang’,

Tim, age 20, replied.

  Tim had a  quiet breakfast and went to  Longwand’s Magic room in the cave at the back of the house.  He went to Longwand’s study, pushed a concealed lever and a bookcase swung out, and he walked into the ancient magic grotto, now with  tables and carpets.

‘You wanted to see me Master?’

  ‘Tim it’s your birthday’, Longwand said. ‘You have done several small successful missions for me, and I want to give you a gift. Having you live here has given me much happiness. Your beautiful ass is  appreciated by my horny cock.’

  ‘If you like, I will make your mouth and ass magically expandable, able to handle the largest cock. I gave the same gift to Windswift when he lived with me. Would you like this gift?’

‘I do have difficulty sucking Jack the stable boy and some others with really large cocks-I could use such a gift.’

‘I had thought  of the gift because I know you have been lusting after the Blacksmith Brasstongue’s huge cock. He’s reputed to have a foot long cock, 10″ around.’

‘No woman will have sex with him, and apparently he’s tired of fucking  ponies and sheep. This will be your best chance to suck  the biggest cock in the county.’

  ‘Here-drink this’-and he handed me a green potion, that had been simmering under a candle flame. ‘It contains Toad’s testicles and  Salamander’s eggs, and secret herbs only I know of.’

  I drink the potion and feel nothing. ‘It will take effect in an hour’, he says.

  ‘Now, I need you to do another mission for me very soon-in fact tonight,’

  ‘The local Dragon Lord whose cave is on  Madness Hill just died at the young age of 300. His young son, a black dragon named Ironscale, is now Lord.’

 ‘He’s only 70, and horny all the time-as he only can mate every ten years. He’s tired of fucking his prey before devouring them.’

‘He told me he’s looking for any kinds of sex. He’s tried Goblins and Trolls and they don’t satisfy him.’

‘He has a huge, thick, three foot cock, slimy and pointed, so has trouble finding creatures to fuck.’

‘I have to send him a gift . You can do a major mission for me.  Go and let him fuck your new magically expanding ass, and you’ll reap some new magic powers of your own from it.  I guarantee this.’

‘And you will be helping me.’

  Tim says-‘You’ve been very good to me-taking me in when my mother died. I’ll go and do my best.’

  ‘You’ll go tonight’, Longwand said. ‘It’s a full moon and an easy five mile run. ‘Remember, after Sex-(he will fuck you two or three times with his huge cock)-don’t clean yourself up, but run right back here and wake me. You will have his Dragon seed inside of you-the rarest ingredient for magical potions in the kingdom.’

‘And put this red salve all over your ass before having Sex with Ironscale.’

‘His Dragon seed is somewhat hot and the salve will protect you, when he shoots it into you.’

  ‘Now off you go, and see your Blacksmith, and try out your new Magical ass-with the biggest cock in the county-his- going up it.’

‘And come back and wash up, and get directions, before going off  to Madness Hill.’

  I go down to the village smithy, and Brass tongue is eating lunch by himself. He’s massively muscled, 7 ft. tall and is eating a huge five pound leg of lamb for lunch. He wears very loose pants because  his cock is so large-it bulges out, and hangs down to his knees.

  He knows me, knows I’m Gay-and When I tell him about being having a new, Magic expandable mouth and ass, it isn’t ten minutes before Brasstongue has me in the bedroom nude and bent over a table and greased up.

He goes in roughly and starts pounding me as hard as he hammers the iron on his forge.

The Magical ass takes it all-enlarging and fitting his  huge, very thick cock  like a glove.

(And I feel waves of pleasure from the deep thrusts and hard pounding.)

‘ I’m in heaven!’, Brasstongue shouts, as he explodes a huge load of cum into my large, enlarged ass. He gives a couple more deep thrusts then pulls the huge cock out and wipes it off.

 ‘Tim, when your ass itches-come and see me!’, he says in his deep bass voice. ‘I’ll be your Man from now on when your ass needs a fucking.’

  Brasstongue and I clean up, and I get an

arm crushing hug from Brasstongue and then go back to the Wizard’s house.

My ass is hot and tingling from being fucked by his massive tool.

  Longwand was sitting on the front porch , birds and squirrels around him-but they scattered when I came up.

‘Go inside and get Fang to clean your ass and bathe you, the wizard said. Dragons like their meat clean.’

  Fang was delighted to use his long black tongue to thoroughly clean my ass inside and out-and then washed me with a washcloth. He also took time to suck a quick load of Cum out of  my well-massaged, thick, hard cock.

  It was dusk when I ran up to the front of the Dragon’s cave -with its tall stone porch and it’s 15 foot iron door.

A large armed, muscular goblin guarded the door. I was expected-so shown into the Dragon’s cave, a large carved hall with a cave roof.

I  looked around. There were no piles  of gold all over the floors.

(‘That must be a Myth’, I thought.); (‘Dragon’s probably have their gold in strong, secure underground vaults.’)

A small gnome showed me into the Dragon’s sleeping room. It was a large chamber, with a huge pile of animal pelts in one corner, and some stone tables.

 The young dragon, slender, with shiny black scales and small scaly wings, was laying on his side on the animal pelts. He was about twelve feet long.

‘Welcome’, he said in the common Trade tongue, in deep vibrating tones.

‘Longwand is a Man of his Word, I see’, he said, looking me over.

‘Come here Human’, he said.

‘I’m Tim Swiftrunner’, I reply. He openes his scaly legs, and a huge tapered cylinder of black flesh hangs down, showing a tiny pink head. It sure looks three feet long, and a foot around

‘Come put this in your mouth’, he deeply growls. I put my bag down; (I had put the protective salve all over my ass earlier).

My lips touch the mildly hot, huge piece of black meat, and as I suck down on it, my mouth and throat magically expand, and expand-until I have swallowed the whole thing. I suck up and down gently on the huge shaft.

‘Very good, Human’, the  black dragon, Ironscale, said. He suddenly plucks me off his huge 3 foot cock and stands up. Then he hissingly said, ‘I didn’t really want that-I want to impale you on my shaft instead, for my pleasure’.

He went to the wall and put me into a huge black silk spiderweb-(in a metal frame- leaning against the wall).

My ass facing out, he bound my arms and legs to the web with his small, clawed hands.

My ass was at the level of his huge, now-rigid cock. He bends forward, and three feet of big black Cock, a foot thick, starts to enter my ass. I felt no pain, as the buttocks  and asshole expand magically, and fit snugly all around the huge piece of pulsating black meat.

‘What a clever Wizard you have for a master’ he said. ‘I will have to get that expanding spell from him.’

  Then he started fucking me like an animal, savagely, but fluidly with his huge pointed cock. His cock throbs and he gives a loud echoing roar, as he shoots a hot load of Dragon seed into me.

“You will have to visit me once a year’, he said. ‘Human ass is very, very good.’

He goes to one of the stone tables and drinks a swirling, smoking drink out of a massive gold goblet. Then he comes back and his huge black cock is hard again.

The extremely rigid  black cock is plunged deeply and quickly into my ass.

More unrestrained, animalistic, hard fucking and another roar of pleasure, and another load of hot Seed is shot deep into

my enlarged hole.

Then I’m just hanging in the web, head down, exhausted from all the  sexual pounding-(even though it was pleasurable).

  Ironscale, seeing me tired, brought his massive golden goblet over and said, ‘here little tired one, have a sip of  Dragon elixir-it won’t harm you, and will give you strength.’ And he pours a good draught down my throat.

My head is spinning from the drink, and my body starts to feel strong and powerful, and my ass extra sensual.

Ironscale finishes the drink and is also energized- and I get the wildest, longest fuck of my life. He’s growling, a total animal, and just fucks more and more wildly and deeply. My huge magical ass and buttocks easily handle the huge 3 foot rigid cock, and I can feel large, scaly balls slapping my ass. Large waves of pleasure wash over me from the long and deep thrusting and pounding.  Finally with another huge, large roar of pleasure, Ironscale  shoots his seed deep inside me.

I now have three warm, almost hot, spots  deep inside my ass.

 Ironscale panting, lays down on his bed of animal pelts and pick up a silver bell from a side table and rings it loudly.

The tiny Gnome  comes into the room and  goes over to the Dragon’s bed, climbs inside, and  quickly but thoroughly licks the Dragon’s huge three foot cock clean of the red Dragon seed and red cock fluid-(and then  leaves).

 Ironscale rings a larger  silver bell, and an  armed Goblin in chain mail appears.  ‘Release the Human and escort him out of my cave’-Ironscale says-‘and make sure he doesn’t steal anything.’

I’m released, put my clothes on, grab my bag, and start to leave. I stop and slowly make a bow to Ironscale.

‘Longwand sent me a good gift, I will remember that’, Ironscale said. ‘And the gift even had good manners’, he hisses.

‘Off with you!’, he said-and the guard escorts me out.

  The Dragon’s drink had given me great strength and the five mile run back to Longwand’s house goes quickly.

Fang lets me in and Longwand is still up.

‘Longwand my ass is burning up-it’s very hot deep inside-please help me!’-I plead.

Longwand quickly tells Fang- ‘go down and suck out the red dragon seed with your fireproof tongue and spit the red seeds into this gold box. I’m stand still and Fang partially kneels and his long muscular tongue rapidly cleans out every red, glowing seed from deep in my ass. When they are all collected he hands the gold box to Longwand.

Then Fang washes my ass inside and out, thoroughly, with his long tongue-making it feel really good.

  ‘You did well’, Longwand said, ‘Dragons are unpredictable-you could have been injured or killed’.

 ‘Fang, take Tim and bathe him and put him to bed.’  Fang, knowing what that means- smiles, and says, ‘Yes, Master.’

 I’m exhausted after the Dragon sex and the 10 mile run. Fang washes me and while drying me, quickly sucks a load of Cum out of me.

He leads me to bed and tucks me in-then  blows out the candle and joins me in bed. He strips off my  underwear and, I’m laying on my back. He slowly and thoroughly, with his warm toothless mouth, sucks another load of Cum out of me.

The Dragon drink seems to have given me a permanantly hard cock.  It  must have been an aphrodisiac.

I’m tired, and after  Fang has sucked two or three more loads of Cum out of me, I fall asleep- awakening briefly, as I shoot cumloads. After about 2 hours and who know how many cumloads, my cock finally goes down, and I sleepily says,’That’s it Fang.’ I turn over and quickly get a long warm tongue up my ass and fall asleep that way.

 In the morning Fang manages to suck one more load of Cum out of me. It takes a long time.  I’m half alseep, totally enjoying having my cock slowly, thoroughly sucked by an expert.

  After  breakfast, I tell Longwand about the Dragon’s magic drink.

 Longwand says-‘because you’ve had the Dragon seed in you, you’ve acquired some of the Dragon’s magic. You will find you have the very sharpest of hearing-(as a Dragon does)- and will able to hear all conversations in a building, or at long distances.’

 ‘And your sense of smell will be very keen. And you will have a Gold-Sense-

if there’s buried Gold anywhere around, you will sense it, and be able to find it.’

‘You might end up very rich some day’, he said as he walked off.

 I went back to bed, and at noon Fang brought me lunch;( and stayed to have my cock for lunch-twice).

Before I met Kaden again, I worked at a coffee shop for quite some time. It was a nice shop with a beautiful window lined with flowers, and we had some very loyal customers that came here almost everyday for some cheaper coffee options. We provide healthier optins and free boosts on certain days to attract a broader range of customers. 

I worked as a barista for the shop, and it was a fairly painless job. It sometimes got a bit busy, but the stress never moved past the point of being slightly impactful. 

That was, until I saw Kaden. Kaden was one of my friends back in high school, but he suddenly moved away around junior year. I was never sure about why he moved, but I did miss him. But, now here he was. He was back. Maybe he’d recognize me? I wasn’t exactly sure if he remembered who I was, even though he greeted me with a smile as he started ordering his drink. 

“Can I get a hot chocolate with white chocolate instead of regular chocolate?” Kaden asked, his eyes sparkling in our shop’s bright lighting. 

“Any free boosts with that?” I asked after typing up his order. 

“No boosts,” Kaden paused. “Wait, are you Charley? From high school?” He smiled at me. My eyes widened, and I didn’t know how to respond. I gave him a quick nod, and I waited for him to pay for the order. He inserted his credit card into the reader, and he finished, waving at me as he walked away. 

I couldn’t help but watch him when I had time to while I was working. He was always taller than me in high school, and he always had a nice chest without being too broad shouldered for my liking. He typically wore flannels and jean combos, which was essentially his outfit for today as well. 

He sat by one of the windows, close to the flowers as he worked on his laptop. He drank from his cup slowly, savoring the drink. He was distracting me from my work just by being in the same room as me, but I tried to do my best while working until about five when I finished my shift. He’d only gotten there around three in the afternoon, but he had stayed in the sohp to do work on his laptop after finishing his drink. 

After I put my uniform into the backpack I brought to work everyday, I decided to pay him a visit as he sat and worked on his laptop. I walked up to his side, and I tapped him softly on the shoulder to get his attention. He jolted a little in his seat, and he turned to look at me. 

“I do remember you!” I said, smiling at him. His shock went away almost immediately, and he smiled once more. I sat down at his table, and we began to talk for the next hour. Our conversation lasted until the sun set and I took a break to order a drink. 

I came back to his table, and I sat down. He looked at me with a hard to read gaze, but he seemed to still be happy with my presence. I smiled at him somewhat nervously, and I drank some of my drink. It was just some orange juice. 

“Hey, Charley. Can I ask you something?” Kaden asked. He reached forward, tracing his hand across my arm delicately. I raised an eyebrow, looking at him, and I nodded. 

“Sure, what’s up.” I waited for his response, a nervous thrill running through my body. He seemed to be a little bit sad, but then the emotion was gone. 

“I wanted to ask you if you could come home with me. My dog died recently.” I immediately stood up, and I walked over to his side, hugging him tightly. He hugged me back, and we stayed like that for a moment.

“Of course.” I pulled him against me tightly one more time, and I let him go. He got out of his chair, and he shoved his laptop into his backpack. He walked out of the coffee shop, looking back at me. I hesitated for a moment before following him. 

He’d parked his car about five minutes down the street, so it was fairly easy to get to. He drove us through the city until we neared a large, luxurious apartment complex. He pressed a button near his steering wheel, and the apartment complex’s garage doors opened, receding up into the ceiling. 

We eventually got to the elevator after parking, and he hit the penthouse button. I looked at him in a bit of surprise, but he didn’t seem like he was messing with me. He was looking at me with some sort of…look. I didn’t know exactly what he was thinking. 

We left the elevator and approached the end of the hallway. He unlocked the door to a large apartment that overlooked the rest of the city from many floors up. I looked around in awe, and I set my bag down near the couch. He sat down close to me, and he looked at me, patting his thigh. I looked at him with curiosity, and I sat down somewhat near him. 

“Charley. You know how I lost my dog?” Kaden asked. I nodded, and he reached over the table, grabbing a collar and leash off of it. They’d been hidden beneath a bunch of newspapers and magazines.

“Yeah. I’m really sorry about it. It’s a shit thing to happen.” I tried to comfort him. I reached out and caressed his shoulder softly, and he seemed to smile a little bit. 

“I miss when he’d sit on my lap. And I could run my fingers through his fur. Now I can’t.” He burst into tears, and my gaze softened up. I moved closer, hugging his side tightly. He put his arms around me and hugged me back, and then I yelped as he pulled me onto his lap. I was sitting on it, and his hands…his hands were resting on my ass, one on each cheek. 

“K-Kaden?” I asked in confusion. He moved a hand from my left cheek to my mouth, placing a finger on my lips.

“Charley…be a good pet for me. Okay?” He stared at me, nodding to try and get me to agree. His other hand still on my ass clenched my cheek, and I let out a sigh, nodding. 

He smiled, and he moved his hand back down before lightly squeezing my cheeks. He slapped them softly, making them jiggle in his hands, and he hugged me closer, trapping my body against his. He suddenly stood up with me trapped in his grasp, and he carried me into his bedroom, placing me on the bed. 

I tried to move, and he wagged a finger. 

“Stay. Stay sitting on the bed.” He seemed serious and less emotional now. I didn’t know what to do, so I listened. It didn’t feel bad to be ordered around, if I was being honest with myself. 

He came back after a moment, holding a muzzle, the collar, and the leash. He fastened the collar around my neck, and he fixed the muzzle around my mouth. I tried to speak, but it was holding my jaw shut somewhat. It wasn’t a dog muzzle. It was a human muzzle!

He laid down on his back, his head resting on some pillows as he gazed at me. I looked at him, raising my hands to pry off the muzzle. He squirted me with a mist sprayer. 

“Come closer.” He slipped off his pants, and his bulge came into view. I shook my head, and he yanked on the leash once. I fell forward towards him, and I looked up at him, begging for him to take off the muzzle. He shook his head, and he grabbed one of my hands, placing it on his bulge. I slowly ran my hand back and forth, and I shivered as I felt him swell even larger. 

“Good boy.” He gently freed me from the muzzle, and he gripped my head tightly, pushing my face against his bulge. I tried to resist, but he sprayed me with mist again. “Why are you resisting?”

“I’m nervous.” I tried to look up at him, and his grip on my head loosened, letting me. He patted my cheek softly, and he looked me in the eyes.

“Sit,” he commanded. I sat up on the bed, staying on my knees in front of him. He kissed my neck softly, and he put his arms around me, resting them on my ass once more. He trailed his tongue and lips up and down my shoulders and across my jaw, and I felt tingles in my crotch as my cock started hardening. 

He pushed me down so my back was against the bed, and he gave me another command. “Stay.” He lifted my shirt up, exposing my stomach and chest for the most part. He kissed my torso all over, driving me crazy. I moaned beneath him, yelping for him. 

His kisses started digging more into my flesh, leaving little bruises across my body. Then, he straddled my chest. He softly tapped his cock against my lips, and he looked down at me. 

“Open.” I complied instantly, opening my mouth. He pushed his cock inside of my mouth, and he started moving back and forth very slowly. I looked up with my mouth stuffed full, the tip of his cock pushing farther into my mouth. He stared down at me with a lustful smile, and I winced as he started stroking my cock, sucking his cock harder. 

Then, he moved so his cock was still angled above my mouth, but that we were sixty-nining instead. He plunged his cock into my mouth as he sucked mine, and I held onto his thighs for dear life. He made me choke on his cock, but it only made me harder. And then he came in my mouth, sending his come straight down my throat. I tried to spit it out, but I wasn’t able to. I then winced again as my own load shot out of my cock. It was swallowed by him immediately, and I couldn’t escape his mouth before he swallowed up every last drop. 

Since then, I’ve lived with Kaden. As a lover, yes. But also, as his pet.

Crossing the Rubicon.

I knew something was wrong. At first it was just a feeling, but now I have proof. Well, almost proof. Evidence at least. Nat has to listen.

I’ve just been over to the hotel reception to ask about booking a table for dinner, or alternative restaurants locally if they are full here. Nat was going to phone through to reception but I said I’d walk over whilst he phoned home to let people know when we’d be back tomorrow. I wanted a walk. To look around the hotel grounds, take in the atmosphere. This is a great place.

I’m glad I did. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have spotted the car in the hotel car park. “Parking lot” as Nat would call it. A silver, almost nondescript, Ford. Just sat there, blending in. Apart from the sticker in the rear window. KWT-TV I’ve seen it before. I’m sure of it. This morning outside the florist’s where we stopped for a wreath. There was an identical car parked up just along the street. I didn’t think anything of it then. Why would I?

Then, back at Gettysburg, it was there too. Just nosing out of the car park a few spaces away from us as we left. It set my alarm bells ringing but I didn’t know why. It just kind of registered subliminally. Nothing overt, just enough to register in my sub-conscious. Something isn’t right. It was at the 9-11 memorial too.

We’re being followed.

I need to tell Nat. Let him decide what we do. Maybe call his dad or even Christian at Safe and Secure Inc. We have his 24-hour emergency number. We’ve been trained in what to do. How to go to ground and wait for his guys to get to us. I think that’s part of the reason Nat’s dad didn’t want us to leave Pennsylvania. To keep us in close where Christian and his team could get to us quickly. And, of course, if we were to go straight to any police station in Pennsylvania and Nat told them who he was, we’d get help right away.

I’ve got us another escape route too. One even Nat doesn’t know about. The one the guys set up. The rat route to the diner on the Chicago waterfront. The off-grid communications system Will has embedded in the banking system. If we need to, we can be out of here without a trace, but not without help.

Whatever happens, Nat, I’ve got your back.

* * *

Nat’s just put his phone down. He’s smiling at me. Looking forward to dinner and the rest of our final evening alone together.

“Nat, listen. This is urgent. We need to act. We’re being followed. There’s a car in the car park. Car lot, I mean.”

“Whoa, Boots. Where do you expect to find a car? The car lot is the right place for them…”

He’s not taking this seriously. I’ve got to get through to him.

“Nat, I’m serious. Listen to me. We might be in trouble. Maybe even Orange County. Get me?”

That’s woken him up. He’s stopped laughing. It’s triggered his training. I’ve not said the codeword directly, but he’s twigged.

“What’s wrong, Boots?”

“There’s a car in the car lot, Nat. Just an ordinary Ford. Blending in, except it has a sticker in the back window. A TV station sticker.  I saw it this morning near the florist’s shop. I didn’t think much of it. But I think it was parked up near our hotel in Harrisburg last night. It was definitely at Gettysburg today. Now it’s down in the car lot here. We’re being followed, Nat.”

Why is he looking so unconcerned?

“Nat?”

“Sorry, Boots.”

Sorry? What the bloody hell does he mean? Sorry?

“Nat, I know who the driver is. When I went to reception, I asked the lady there if she could get me a menu for the restaurant. When she was gone, I reached over the desk and flicked the page over in the register, looked who had signed in tonight. Found the registration of the car. It’s listed under a visitor called ‘Fiona Carpenter’. It’s probably not a real name but it’s something the police can work with. We need to get out of here and tell them. Fiona Carpenter, Nat. Following us.”

“I know, Boots. I should have told you.”

“Told me what, Nat? What are you on about?” What the frikkin’ chicken sticks does he know? Why isn’t he scared?

“You remember at my pop’s Fundraiser, Craig? That I said I’d been asked to do a TV interview? That’s for the TV station that did the documentary on our college after the Snow Emergency. They wanted to do a follow up, see how things had affected me since my pop declared he was standing for Governor. Pop wasn’t keen on me doing it, said I shouldn’t be dragged into politics. I wanted to do it though, Boots. It could help my pop. Fiona is a researcher for them. She does the background stuff for the Traffic Lady’s show. Researches questions. Makes sure the Traffic Lady knows what to ask. She’s been following us, taking photos, preparing the ground for the interview.”

I’m going to punch him. I should punch him. He needs to trust me. Needs to know I have his back. That I’ll support him in everything he does.

I didn’t punch him. I should have done, but I didn’t. Just like I didn’t back at Allegheny when I chased him down after he pranked me with the see-through jammers. I just grabbed him, pulled him close, held him to me. Felt his breath on my neck.

“Don’t ever hold back from me again, Nat. I’m with you. Whatever happens. Got that?”

“Got that, Boots.”

“You better well bloody have, Nat… Now, phone reception and ask them to put you through to Fiona Carpenter. Let’s invite her to have dinner with us. She can ask us whatever questions she needs.”

“Are you serious, Boots?”

“Nat…”

“Got you, Boots. I’ll call now.

* * *

We waited for Fiona in the lobby at the base of the stairs over in the main hotel building. Nat was going to wait for her at our table in the restaurant but I insisted we meet her outside the restaurant, escort her in. Dad would have done the same. Ladies shouldn’t have to go searching. I know Americans are less formal, but I’d love to see Nat try and get away with telling Mandy he’d met her inside a restaurant if he took her to dinner. Nat also didn’t argue when I said we’d wear jackets and ties either. He just slipped off his sweater, put it back in the wardrobe and got out his ARMC tie. I’ve definitely got the edge over him so far tonight.

The moment Fiona came down the stairs, a small, black, alligator leather hand bag – “purse” as they call it over here – under her arm, Nat was all charm again. He stepped forward, smiled, held out a hand, then turned to introduce me.

“Fiona, may I introduce you to Craig Wright, a colleague of mine from Allegheny River Military College. As will soon become obvious, he’s from England. Craig, Fiona Carpenter.”

Nat’s grinning at me, but at least Nat’s got that first bit right. The correct order of introductions. We turned and walked through the frosted glass doors into the restaurant, paused briefly and then were shown to our table by the server who greeted us. As Nat stood to one side I slipped forward and pulled a chair out for Fiona, then sat myself down alongside Nat.

Fiona’s about my mom’s age, and has a nice way about her. Makes you feel at ease. I guess that’s good as a researcher, meeting people all the time. Dangerous too. Gets people to open up.

“Well, I must say,” said Fiona as she glanced at her menu card and then around the restaurant, savouring the ambience, “This is certainly now one of my easier assignments even if it didn’t start out that way. You wouldn’t believe the efforts we have been going to in order to pin you down, Craig. Ever since you appeared alongside Nathan’s sister, Elizabeth, at the July 4th concert at State Point back in Pittsburgh. A ghost, seemingly popping up out of nowhere, completely off the radar. My, the hours we had to put in, going through the archives, calling in favours, asking around… ‘Who is that masked man?’”

She said it light-heartedly, but with purpose. I just smiled and poured some iced water from the jug the server had just brought to our table into each of our glasses, giving me a moment to think.

“Oh, there’s not much to tell. I’m just staying with Nathan and his family for a holiday.”

Actually, there’s lots to tell. I want to tell some of it if it helps Nat. And his pop. Like my dad said, I’ve got to find out what Nat’s world is like. So far, it’s not too bad a world. I just need to gauge how much Nat wants me to tell.

“I think I’m going to start with the seared scallops in red pepper purée and béchamel sauce,” smiled Nat, giving me a breathing space, “You’d love those, Boots. And I’ll just go for a simple main, the prime roasted rib of beef with vegetables. What takes your interest, Fiona? I’m told the food here is some of the best in the whole state.”

Fiona smiled. She’s not taken in. She knows Nat is trying to control the conversation. She’s letting him, for the time being.

“I think I’ll join you on the scallops, Nathan, but for mains I’ll just stay with something lighter. The Boston broiled crab salad sounds delicious and, at my age, it’s probably better for my figure too.” From anybody else, that might have seemed like she was just fishing for compliments, but Nat is on top of it. He’s going to compliment her of course, but so she knows he’s playing the game as an equal, not somebody she can beguile. This is going to be an interesting dinner, the two of them sparring with words and unfinished sentences. The food’s definitely going to be good too. Nat or his pop knew what they were doing when they chose this hotel or us tonight. The menu is every bit as good as the suite of rooms we’ve got over in the stable block.

As Nat traded pleasantries with Fiona and waved the server over to us, I made up my mind from the menu.

“I’ll go for the baked mushrooms stuffed with caramelised French onion for starters, that sounds pretty good, especially with the fresh apple and horseradish sauce. Then for mains I’ll go for the Mediterranean vegetable pasta bake topped with three grilled cheeses and roasted red peppers.”

Fiona smiled, clearly making mental notes. “An excellent choice, Craig. It’s good how there’s so much variety available now for vegetarians rather than just an omelette.”

“Or chicken,” I grinned.

“Craig’s no more a vegetarian than a hyena is,” laughed Nathan, “But he watches his figure too. If he hasn’t got the option of swimming a mile at the crack of dawn, he’ll forego the burger and fries and nibble on a lettuce leaf. He’s a real good cook himself, though. Treated us all to an amazing dinner of butterfish risotto on our yacht as we sailed back home after the July 4th celebrations. Even Elizabeth had a second helping.”

“Risotto’s easy, Nat,” I said, taking his cue. “Just simmer some rice in a pan with some chopped up fish and half a bottle of white wine and cream for it to swim in. Nobody can go wrong with that.”

As Fiona laughed politely – I’m sure she’s keeping score in her battle with Nat – the server gathered our menu cards and hovered for a moment as Nat glanced over the drinks menu.

“Craig and I’ll be having juice of course, but can I make a special recommendation for you, Fiona? There’s an exquisite white on the wine list that I think you really ought to try. It’s a local wine, Mason’s Heritage Line, made from vines that might even have been brought over by William Penn. Exceptional history to it.” Before there was any chance for Fiona to demur, Nat smiled at the server and smirked. “As my pop’s picking up the check, I guess technically I’m not breaking the law and buying alcohol. Me and Craig are sticking with blueberry juice, even if he does knock back a mean pint over in England.” I reckon Nat’s edging slightly ahead on points.

“I’m happy to take your recommendation on the wine, Nathan,” smiled Fiona, “But in the interests of ethical journalism, I’ll be paying my own share of the check. It wouldn’t do for there to be any suspicion that your pop was buying favourable media coverage. Now Craig, what was it you were saying about your relationship with Elizabeth before we broke off to order our food? Didn’t we first see you two together at the opening of the highly rated art exhibition at the Carnegie Gallery almost a year ago? What do you think of Elizabeth’s younger brother here? You seem to be getting along well…”

Like I’m falling for that. It’s the sort of questioning my dad does. Throw together three or four different things, suggest that the answers are already pretty much known and before you know it you’re concentrating on making sure you answer them all, in the right order and not even thinking about if you should be answering them at all.

“Oh, me and Elizabeth are doing fine, we have lots in common.” Well that much is true anyway. She can shoot, bows as well as shotguns, and she loves to keep Nat in his place. “I might even miss her when she goes back to university, and Nat here is tolerable, for a potential baby brother. I could have ended up with worse.”

Fiona took a sip of water as our starters began to arrive and continued her questions, gently probing a little deeper. She isn’t writing anything down. Either she’s got a great memory, or she’s just gathering general background information, not needing to be too reliant on specifics at this stage. Or maybe she has a recorder in her purse. It’s by her side on the table. That’s something Christian mentioned in passing during our training session with him. He’d been making the point that a lady’s purse is a great way of concealing a gun close at hand and in full view, then smirked at Nathan and said about them being just as deadly to politicians if they contained a tape recorder.

“Something that is particularly interesting to Lorna Dellville – that’s our ‘Traffic Lady’ Craig, she did a three-part documentary series on Allegheny College too – is the mystery raised by our sister station a week ago up in Erie. A story of an unknown good Samaritan buying a meal for a down and out at a restaurant there. Real human-interest type of story, got a lot of airplay. Nobody’s managed to identify the two young men seen in the short bit of security video footage available. There was some suggestion though that one of them might have been Nat. Same height and build, red hair. No clear face pictures though. Same goes for his companion.  Much the same height and build as you, but again, no clear facial shots. At KWT we were pretty sure it was Nat. We got to know him well during the filming of the documentary. Plenty of footage to compare. We went so far as to approach Nat’s pop, and his campaign team, for a comment. It would have looked good on him, showed the kind of high moral standards he sets for his own family, if he’d confirmed it was Nat, but he wouldn’t. Said Nat’s private life was no concern of the press, and definitely not a feature of his campaign.”

There’s no direct question there. She’s just left the subject hanging in the air, like Nat does at times. Inviting a response by not asking for one, manufacturing an awkward silence you feel compelled to fill. Deep down, Nat would love me to fill the silence. To tell her it was us. Fiona’s right: it would look good on Nat, but even more so on his pop, highlighting the ‘all-American family values’ people prize so much over here. Nat’s not going to push it though. He’s gone to lengths to keep me out of the limelight. Doesn’t want me scrutinised in the bright glare of publicity that tries to follow him around. I guess that’s another reason his pop likes him at Allegheny. In college he’s out of the way. Gets to be himself. It’s down to me if I step into Nat’s world.

“Well, if the footage was poor, maybe Nat’s pop couldn’t even tell who it was…” I blocked.

Fiona smiled as she savoured a forkful of crab, stretched the moment out.

“Maybe so, particularly the images from the external security camera. That was pretty poor. But oddly enough, some more imagery found its way into our hands a day or two after the event. It seems there was another camera, actually inside the restaurant. Brighter lighting. High resolution. With a very clear view of the two young men in question. That was the imagery we asked Nathan’s pop to comment on. Perhaps you’d like to see it too.”

Fiona reached into her purse, slipped out her phone and pressed a button. The screen flickered into life, the video imagery clearly ready set to run. She passed it over the table, laid it square between me and Nat.

It’s us. More specifically, it’s Nat leaning across the table, me leaning towards him, him flying a spoonful of cheesecake to my mouth just like he’s feeding a toddler.

Fiona let the pictures sink in.

Nat’s looking at me. Not alarmed. More kind of curious. Wondering what I’m going to say. I know what I’m going to say. I guess everything on this visit to America has been leading up to this. Do I want to be part of Nat’s world? Because this is the moment where I win or lose Nat.

I smiled at Nat, lowered my voice just a little. “Space for me on your side of the Rubicon, Nat?”

I turned back to Fiona as the pressure visibly lifted from Nat’s shoulders. He knows I’ve got his back. Where I’m taking this.

“We can’t run that footage, of course,” said Fiona. “It would be a horrific invasion of privacy, and Nathan’s not even 18 yet, so we’d never be able to justify it even on public interest grounds. Deputy Governor Bauer knows that too.  By not commenting, he’s totally killed the story, even if it has cost him some potential votes. I admire him for that, Nathan, I really do.”

“Unless, of course, I confirm it.”

That’s the result Fiona’s been hoping for. The result Nat’s been hoping for, presumably right from the moment back at the fund-raising dinner where he first got asked about an interview. Why he set up the photo-opportunities for Fiona today. Maybe he didn’t know exactly how it would play out, didn’t know KWT-TV had that extra film footage, but he was working his way towards the end goal. He’s got that now. He’s also going to get another broadside from me too once we get back to our room for not bringing me in on this right from the start.

“We still wouldn’t run the footage, Craig. You might be old enough to approve it, but it still features Nathan. And it might cause you some issues too. Without wishing to be indelicate, it might be construed that you have just as much interest in Nathan as you do in Elizabeth…”

“I think Elizabeth might be the first to tell you that,” I grinned. “What Nat and I feel for each other is no big secret, either with Nat’s parents or mine. I guess Nat’s pop just thought it was nobody else’s business. If you want to solve the mystery of the Good Samaritan for your viewers, you only had to ask us. I’m sure Nat will ‘fess up to it in his interview if The Traffic Lady asks him the right question.”

Nat’s grinning too. He’s got this back under his control. He knows he is definitely going to do an interview now. One he can probably dictate the terms of. KWT-TV want him on air just as much as he wants to be on air. They just have to agree the ground rules. And get them signed off by Nat’s pop of course.

“And something else,” laughed Nat. “Craig can’t sanction running the footage from the restaurant either, Fiona. Despite appearances, he’s actually younger than me. Aren’t you, ‘baby brother’? That’s why I was having to feed him his dessert…” Fiona laughed too as Nat grabbed his spoon and mimicked flying my pasta bake to me.

Oooh yes! AAAA! I loved the way I was getting pounded. My body was glistening, I was squirming, and my body was fighting the restraints as my member was kept caged under me. My wrists were tied to the posts of the bed, and my legs were restrained as well.

I was pulling on my chains as waves of pain and pleasure washed over me, making me hot and sweaty as I yelled in ecstasy. There was a blindfold over my eyes, and all I could do was imagine how good I looked for my Master.

Scott had not said anything to me. He was working my hole, spanking my muscled ass, and roughly playing with my nipples as I buried my face into the mattress to scream in pure pleasure.

I felt my hair pulled, and immediately the popper bottle was under my nose. I took two deep hits, and I was flying high as I was being power-drilled. It was the combination of the amazing pounding I was getting, the fact that I was restrained to the bed, and being locked up all week that was driving me wild.

I was begging now, “Deeper, harder, yes, yes, YES!” I switched to moaning and crying. I wanted this; I wanted Scott to set me free.

I did not care about my current situation. I did not care that I was now part of his belongings, that he had shared me with his friends, coworkers, and even our friend Angel.

I was too lost in this fever that my mind and body were experiencing. I wanted this wave to break, for my body to peak from the pleasure my hole was sending through my entire being.

I was being ridden hard and fast. He stuck his fingers into my jaw and rode me like a wild pony. “Aaaahhhhhgggrrrrhhhh,” I moaned. I wanted this—I wanted this so badly. I was, of course, high, drunk, and riding poppers from the start, but that had become the norm, and I loved it. I wanted to be his, and I knew he loved me in his own way—my Master, my lover.

Scott was fantastic, as he usually was, but today he was being super rough with me, and I did not care. I wanted to cum, and I was going to take this and more. His pleasure was my priority, and nothing else mattered.

His fat dick was fantastic; it felt even thicker than usual. His thrusts were powerful and painful, wild and unrestrained, as he switched to spanking my ass. He was quieter than usual, but when he was on a mission to satisfy his needs, I expected nothing less than what I was getting.

“Smack, SMACK!” I felt the sting on my cheeks as he held my hair up, using his free hand to slap my face. “Yes, fuck,” I yelled, “I’m a slut, baby.” I said this as he slapped me a few more times before switching again to a deep pounding that made me yell and lose my breath.

Another hit of poppers and I was flying high. He held onto my hair just above my ears and jackhammered into my willing hole.

“AAAAAAAAA, YEEEESSSSSSSSS,” I hissed as I was being pushed to the point of no return. I was close and knew I needed to announce it. And boy, did I. “I’m gonna CUM, Master. I’m gonna CUUMMM!” In return, I got a combo of slaps on my face and ass, and then the rough pinching of my nipples. I was in heaven, and I was about to cut loose.

“FUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!” I yelled as my orgasm overtook me. “YYYEEEESSSS, MASTER,” I followed, as the second shot splattered out of my cage. I heard the grunting and rapid breathing as Scott began to cum and fill me up. I shot my third load as I felt the dribble come out of my raw hole.

“AAARRRRGGGHHHH!” I heard somewhere in the distance as I came down from my high. I felt the wash of accomplishment. I had satisfied my Master, and now, as he was jerking and shaking on top of me, I was over the moon, feeling pride in myself.

I felt my head being pulled up—he was using my hair, and it stung, but I knew better than to complain. I gritted my teeth, and then the tight blindfold was pulled off. It took me a moment to focus, as it had been at least a few hours of our session. But as I looked in front of me.

There was a mirror, and as I looked up, I noticed the bulky body of a man that was not my Master. This man was built like a beefy Olympic wrestler, like the ones you see in the heavyweight division.

Then I finally got to the face, and all I could do was stare in utter shock. The man, radiating power and control, was not Scott—it was my childhood pastor!

“It’s good to see you too, Dustin,” he said with a smile. Then, as if reading my thoughts, he added, “You can’t imagine my surprise when I got a message through Facebook from Scott.” He smiled again. “After meeting with him, well, here we are.” As he said that, he sunk his cock back into my hole, making my body jerk as he pushed the thick monster deep into my wet, sensitive hole.

“I always knew you were gay, but I must say, Dustin, I never imagined you’d be into this kind of kink,” he said as he began to pump his cock back into me. I was in turmoil—I felt utterly betrayed.

From the very start, I had requested—no, I had begged—Scott not to involve anyone I knew. None of my friends, no one from my family’s circle.

“Don’t worry, Dustin. I know you love this,” he said as he started pounding me hard and fast again. “Yes, slut. Say it, Dustin, say it again.” And like a fool, I did. “Fuck me, Pastor John, fuck me,” I said, full of shame.

John put the poppers under my nose, and I complied. What else could I do? I was moaning again in no time as Pastor John joyfully played with me, relentlessly smashing into my already sensitive, raw hole. Against my will, I was hard and pushing back, wanting more of the pastor’s cock in my ass.

“That’s it, Dustin, that’s the pussy boy I like,” he said, holding onto my hair again. “Say it again, say what I want to hear,” he yelled. To my surprise, I was coming again as I said, “Fuck me, Pastor John, I’m your bitch!”

John came again, grunting and pounding me. “Yes, bitch! You are a fucking cock slut, Dustin.” Then, as he came down, he added, “You have an amazing body, and I’m gonna enjoy fucking you all night…”

It was 5 a.m. when Pastor John left. I was in tears as soon as he walked out of the bedroom. He had throat-fucked me to completion before leaving, and my mouth was still dripping a mix of heavy saliva and salty, medicated cum.

I heard Scott show up to the apartment 10 minutes later. I said nothing as he walked past me. He had been out partying with friends all night. He said nothing either—just grabbed some shorts and a T-shirt as he pulled off his jeans. I noticed he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

He jumped in the shower, and 10 minutes later, he came into the room and untied me. “I heard you came nice and hard all night!” he said with pride. “Pastor John paid good money, baby,” he said again, clearly proud. “Now that you’re a stay-at-home wife, we’re going to make that extra money by doing what you like,” he said with a matter-of-fact smile.

He walked me over to the shower and unlocked me. He set the shower and then left the room.

I filled the tub and soaked in it, thinking.

Scott was going to prostitute me like a cheap trick to make up for my lost income. He had forced me to leave my job to control me, and now, unable to keep up with the expenses, why not use me to make some extra cash?

I noticed he had left some items on the chair next to me. I looked at them. The first was a receipt copy. I took it in my hand, and it was made out to Pastor John for a massage treatment. It was for three thousand dollars.

If I weren’t in shock over the fact that this was my family’s pastor—the man I had known all through my youth and to whom I had confessed my insecurities while learning about my sexuality—I might have thought I had made good money in this transaction. My family still visited him and were active in the church.

I put the receipt down and moved on to the next paper. It was a business plan outline to open an OnlyFans account with me as the star of the show. It already had a working name: Dustin’s Dungeon. Scott had even included a note about doing requests, which would lead to monthly escorting services for OnlyFans clientele.

“Dustin, I need to step out for a bit and pay some bills. We can talk about all that when I get back,” Scott said.

I replied, “Yeah, OK. How long will it take you?” I asked, already planning my escape. But where could I go? Who could I run to?

I’ll be back in an hour,” Scott said joyfully, as if he already knew I would comply.

“I’ll have dinner ready so we can talk,” I replied, trying to mask my plans behind a calm demeanor.

“Perfect,” he called back, his voice booming with that old charm that once drew me in. “I’ll get some wine.”

“OK, see you in a bit,” I managed, my voice steady despite the churn in my stomach.

As he left, I gathered the last of the papers strewn about—a final, damning confirmation of his intentions. Among them was a list, my heart sinking as I scanned it. It was a Facebook roster of my family and friends, complete with Grindr profiles he’d sourced clandestinely. Predators mark their territory, and Scott had circled one in particular—Dominic, my high school coach, a reminder of a past life innocently untouched by this sordid world. He’d reached out, but thankfully, no reply had come.

My heart sank as I pulled the only other circled Facebook profile, It was Tommy the creepy bartender that I beat senseless to gain Angels freedom. 

Scott… this man I’d shared my life with, he never loved me. Not truly. He loved the way I adored him, the way I submitted, worshipped at his feet.

After a deep, steadying breath, I stepped out of the tub and into the spray of the shower, rinsing off the residue of betrayal. I quickly prepared dinner, pasta with chicken breast, and seasoned white bread crisped with garlic butter. I set the table meticulously, leaving just one thing missing—wine.

Knowing Scott had money on hand, I expected him to take his time. It was perfect.

He arrived later than expected, his truck rumbling into place. I’d dressed carefully, a semi-sheer white thong clinging to my form, one he particularly fancied. 

I caught sight of myself in the mirror, my physique finely honed from days turned to months of diligent training, a body sculpted for his twisted desires.

Scott entered in high spirits, likely buoyed by alcohol, his cheer untouched by the gravity of his betrayals. He flashed a grin, pulling a bottle of wine from a bag—another tool for tonight’s charade.

“Wow, this looks amazing, Dustin,” he exclaimed, his eyes briefly taking in the spread before returning to me with a lust that once flattered but now repelled.

I served him, our interaction a dance of appearances. “You look great, Dustin. Can’t wait to pound that ass tonight,” he remarked casually, as if discussing the weather rather than our unraveling lives.

His comments about my looks, the money, they all twanged a bitter note. “We’ll be high rollers soon,” he chuckled, oblivious to the storm within me.

“I’ve worked hard to give people what they want,” I replied, the double entendre lost on him as he savored another bite.

The conversation took a turn when I finally voiced the betrayal, the hurt festering from his plans laid bare on paper. “Scott, why didn’t you tell me about all this sooner? I begged you—”

His response cut deep, a venomous silence followed by a shouted, “You will shut the fuck up! You are mine to command, Dustin.”

The command fell flat, his drunken slur stripping any authority it might have held. He was not the man I fell for; perhaps he never was.

His gaze faltered, the wine catching up, his senses dulling. “Ring, ring,” I announced, my tone mocking as I headed to the door.

“One second, Maaaaster,” I called back sarcastically. He was too slow, the drugs I’d slipped into his drink taking hold.

As I opened the door, Tommy stepped in, a stark contrast to the broken figure slurring his confusion from the table.

“Let me introduce myself, Scott. I’m Tommy, and you might remember me from—well, you won’t remember this tomorrow.”

“What the fuuuuuccck,” Scott slurred, as Tommy took a seat at the table.

“I work lots of odd jobs—media manager, office manager, bartender… but you know that already. I have to tell you, Scott,” Tommy said, looking Scott up and down, practically salivating.

“My favorite job is locating exclusive content for my high-end clientele to consume.” Tommy pulled out a small plastic dot and walked over, placing it in Scott’s mouth. Scott was in no position to complain and was almost instantly high as a kite.

Tommy pulled out a recording device and several papers, he went on to explain that as an exclusive model, and all that professional jargon that I’m sure only Tommy knew, was being recorded for the benefit of paperwork.

“Scott, do you agree to the terms and conditions of this contract?” Tommy asked.

“Yes,” Scott said, clearly no longer with us mentally.

“You confirm that you’re doing this of your own free will and will complete your contract and requirements?” Tommy continued.

“Yes,” Scott replied.

The recorder stopped, and Tommy looked over at me. “Now, Dustin, it’s done. As the model’s agent, you will receive 50% of the profit after travel and expenses. Do you agree as Scott’s agent? Last thing I need is for you to change your mind and have my ass handed to me again.”

I stood up and saw the flash of uncertainty in his face. “No, Tommy, I will not change my mind.” I crossed over to the now-slobbering Scott, searched his pockets, and found the key to my cock cage.

I noticed Tommy hungrily eyeing my now-naked body. I pulled off the cage, and my cock and balls dropped, hanging low and finally enjoying their freedom.

“He must have really pissed you off” Tommy said, adjusting himself.

I pulled on my thong and filled it properly for the first time in ages.

We worked quickly to move Scott to the floor. I took his phone and wallet. Tommy stripped him head to toe, then played with Scott’s nuts as his manhood sprang to life. “Impressive. Shit, let me get some pics,” Tommy said, proceeding to pose and take several pictures.

“Any pictures you already have?” he asked. Tommy was going to post all of this to his clients before setting up the show and cameras.

I had several pictures of Scott in various skimpy and leather outfits. He was smiling in all of them as only he could. His body was shaped like a Greek statue, his proportions just right.

Tommy walked into the bedroom and began setting up the cameras—one above, one below, and one directly in front of the bed. He angled the full-body mirrors to get all the needed reflections. He covered the bed with a black silk fitted sheet and added lights around the room.

I was intrigued by Tommy’s efficiency and professionalism. He placed several iPads around the bed in various positions. “For the big money,” he said as he finished.

“Now, as promised,” Tommy said, pulling out a small yet tough cutting tool. Much like wire cutters, he used it to slice the collar from my neck, cleanly and easily.

“You are free,” Tommy said. “Congratulations,” he added with a mocking smile. He knew the relationship I was in, and he too had been surprised by my Facebook message earlier in the day. He had quickly called me and was in on my scheme almost immediately.

Luckily, he wasn’t more than 30 minutes away and was always ready for this kind of thing. It was he who proposed this and in my fury I had agreed.

What can I say? He loved what he did.

“Now, let’s get Scott in place,” Tommy said. We carried the naked Scott to the bed, where Tommy sucked on his cock and got him hard and ready.

Tommy tied and restrained Scott, taking several pictures and a short video of himself sucking on Scott’s thick cock. Before pulling on the chains and levers to make sure Scott was suspended above the bed.

In no time, his personal iPad was beeping with alerts. Tommy walked over and said, “We have a show. All 12 iPad positions are paid for by high rollers, plus several people who will see just the private video.”

The excitement in his voice was almost scary. “We are going to make some real money,” Tommy said with a smile.

“Do you want to be inside or will you be watching offsite?” Tommy asked.

“Send me the link. I want to stream it,” I replied.

“Excellent. I will start the show in 30 minutes. I want the clients to see him like this first before we wake him up completely.”

I got dressed and headed out the door. As I did, I called Angel.

“Hey there, long time no call or text. Is your Master there with you?” Angel asked.

“No, we had a falling out a few days ago. He was unhappy about our current money situation. Can I spend the night with you?” I said in a low vulnerable tone.

“Yes, of course. Shit, Dustin, I did not see this coming.”

Scott had cut Angel out of the friend group after Angel refused Scott’s request to join me as a slave.

I arrived at Angel’s apartment and was greeted warmly with some milk and cookies. We talked about everything, and I, of course, told him my version of what was going on. I did tell him about the OnlyFans, the pastor, and all that… but not what was currently happening.

“Scott said he didn’t need me, that he found a way to make ‘real’ money on his own, and he kicked me out,” I said, tears streaming down my face. I cried, though not for the reasons Angel thought… but my tears were real and filled with emotion.

“Fuck him, Dustin! You’ve been worshipping and wanting him for so long, and honestly, you can do better. Lots better,” Angel said, tearing up too. “Are you hurt?” he asked with concern.

“No, I’m OK, thankfully. No damage other than maybe the emotional part of this,” I said. “He told me he could do better than me and that he was going to show me how much better he could do without me,” I sobbed.

“He’s such an asshole, Dustin. You are way better now,” Angel said as he hugged me. “I owe you, Dustin. When I was in real need, you came out swinging for me, quite literally.”

I chuckled, and we both smiled.

Angel picked up after me and went into the kitchen.

I got the buzzing message from Tommy and knew the show was about to start.

“Can I connect to your TV?” I asked.

“Yeah, man, let’s get our minds off this asshole,” Angel replied.

I clicked and streamed it to the TV.

Angel sat next to me and said, “What the fuck?”

There, in front of us, was the bound and chained Scott, naked in all his glory. His body shook as he tested the restraints, his powerful chest heaving, and his balls and cock slapping around, fully engorged.

I was sure Tommy had slipped him some ED medication to get Scott exactly how he wanted. Scott had wrist, leg, and neck restraints, along with a ball gag in his mouth. His eyes were open but slightly glazed.

Angel’s face was in shock, but I made sure to manipulate the situation. “I found Facebook messages to other men, to dungeon groups, and about how he could make money as a slave for them. Turns out he wanted to be dominated too,” I said, tears streaming as Angel searched my face. “I confronted him, and, well, it all led to him kicking me out.”

“His friends must have sent me the link so I can see how he’s better off without me,” I cried. “He’s still fucking with me,” I added.

I was going to click off the stream, but Angel stopped me.

“Well, two can play this game,” Angel said, pulling out his phone and snapping a few shots. “We’re going to record and take pics and mess him up with it.” Angel was furious, and I was, of course, playing my part to perfection. I had no choice now; I had to sell it.

We both watched as Scott’s muscled body was oiled up by a masked man, unrecognizable at first. Tommy’s body looked even more ripped and defined than I remembered when I had beaten his ass senseless to free Angel.

“Oh shit,” Angel said. “That guy looks amazing.” The leather straps on Tommy hugged and tugged at all the right places. Scott was pulling and shaking as he resisted Tommy’s hands while they massaged and worked their way to his low-hanging balls, twisting and pulling them as Scott struggled in vain to shake him off.

“Not gonna lie, that’s fucking hot, but I’m still dragging his ass. Top man, my ass,” Angel said as he recorded a few clips of what was happening.

I said sadly, “He wanted to be dominated and collect the money he could make from it by streaming. You know people like these fantasy kinks,” I said.

Angel was angry, but no lie, Scott had a body that begged to be looked at, licked, and sucked.

“I need to use the restroom,” I said, getting up. I went to the bathroom and pulled the video up on my phone.

I watched as Tommy pulled the plug from the gag and, with a single and powerful thrust, shoved his cock into Scott’s mouth.

“Fuck,” I heard Angel say faintly from the living room.

I saw Scott struggle and strain against the cock being shoved down his throat with a force and speed he was unprepared for. In moments, the fight left him, but globs of thick saliva and bubbled dribble flowed from his mouth. It was amazing. As he was being face-fucked, his body jerked, and his cock, like a wand, waved from side to side. He held tight to his restraints, trying to do anything, but it was useless. Tommy came in large globs, holding Scott’s nose shut. Scott’s Adam’s apple bobbed, leaving no doubt that he was swallowing all of it—not a single drop spared.

I flushed the toilet and walked back out.

Angel sat there, mouth open and sporting a hard-on. I pretended not to notice and sat down.

“He fucking loves it,” I said, pointing out the small bead of precum on Scott’s thick cock.

“Damn, Scott really is doing all that,” Angel said with a tinge of regret and disappointment. “He boasted about being a strict top and all that for years, and now look how easily he’s come to this.” Angel looked at me. “If anything, Dustin, I think you’re better off.”

“What will our friends and his family think of this? What will I say?” I said in a low, sad tone.

“It’s not your problem anymore, Dustin.” He rubbed my hair. “You did more than anyone—hell, more than I would ever do for anyone—and still, he’s fucked it up. Let him screw this up on his own.”

We continued to watch as the ball gag was replaced and locked back in place. Tommy moved behind Scott and began massaging his lower body. Scott shook violently, but without skipping a beat, Tommy placed a large rag full of what I assumed was poppers over Scott’s face, forcing him to breathe it in.

Scott was high as a kite almost instantly, his eyes glazing over as Tommy began working his way toward Scott’s hole. Scott lurched up in pleasure as Tommy pulled on his balls and twisted them, sending Scott’s eyes fluttering.

Angel and I were glued to the TV. I would occasionally glance down and shake my head in disapproval, keeping up appearances.

“Aaaghhmmm,” came the sound as Scott’s eyes bulged. Tommy had slipped his finger into Scott’s hole in one swift movement. Scott pulled up, trying to pull himself away, but only a few minutes later, with the help of another shot of poppers, Scott had a long string of precum hanging from his gorgeous, hard cock. It was so fucking hot.

Tommy pulled his fingers away and positioned himself behind Scott. I think Scott knew what was coming next as he started shaking and pulling himself into a push-up position, suspended, until—with a powerful thrust—Tommy stuffed his cock deep into Scott’s tight pink hole.

“AAAAAAAGGGGHHHHRRRRRRR!” Scott yelled into the ball gag, his eyes bulging in pain at the intrusion.

“FUCK!” Angel said, glued to the show playing on the TV. I continued my gestures and comments to maintain the facade of disappointment and anger.

“Mmmgghhhmmm,” we heard Scott moan. Angel and I looked at each other in shock.

“Did he just moan?” Angel asked as we both turned back to the screen.

Only moments ago, Scott was shaking and pulling on his restraints. Now he was taking a pounding, moaning into his gag.

His body glistened with the first shine of sweat as he was shaken by every thrust being delivered to his pretty pink hole.

I had to give it to Tommy—his camera angles and seamless switching between them were nothing short of amazing. No angle was wasted, from Scott’s muscled ass to his bulging muscles, sharp facial features, and finally, his open pink hole swallowing Tommy’s cock with zero resistance.

Tommy was giving Scott the fucking of his life. Scott was sweating, tugging at his restraints as his balls pulled in tight. Tommy was power-fucking now, clearly chasing his own release.

The muffled yell into the ball gag was potent as Scott’s cum flew out in a powerful shot across the bed. Tommy kept drilling away as though his life depended on it. A second yell into the gag sent another shot of cum from Scott’s very enlarged and thick cock. His balls swayed freely as his eyes rolled back into his head. The third shot made his whole body shake violently, pushing Tommy over the edge.

You could see the shock in Scott’s eyes as he realized he was being seeded.

Globs of cum hung from his ass and his cock. He just hung there; there was no fight left in him.

Tommy took Scott’s now-numb right arm hand and made him wave it toward the camera, Making scoot look pitiful.

Angel and I looked at each other in shock. “I got the money shot in a short clip,” Angel said, flustered and red. Like I said, Scott really had a body and face worth watching, and more.

Tommy tied Scott’s arms folded behind his back and further pulled his legs apart until he was almost in a split.

Tommy moved behind him and put on a black glove that extended to his elbow as Angel and I continued to watch.

“Fuck no,” we both said.

Scott was given another round of poppers, several types, some we did not even know about, and then the camera cut back to Scott’s leaking, cum-filled hole. Tommy greased up his glove with a heavy, almost plastic-like lube, and by pulling his hair, he raised Scott’s head up. Through the mirror in front of Scott, his eyes froze in terror.

Tommy pointed with his fingers, and without removing his other hand from Scott’s hair, moved back behind Scott. What can only be described as frantic and erratic movement followed as Scott attempted to shake himself free.

Tommy expertly, smoothly, and slowly slipped his hand into Scott’s ass. The shriek into the gag was nothing short of spectacular. I saw Scott’s eyes flutter and roll back into his head as he fought not to pass out. Then came the humiliation as a steady stream of urine flowed from his still hard cock onto the bed beneath him.

Before Scott was done pissing himself, Tommy was fisting him, working him hard and slow. Angel and I were speechless, our jaws dropped as Tommy began to punch-fuck Scott, who was moaning and writhing in pleasure and pain.

To our amazement, with his fist still buried in Scott’s ass, Tommy slipped his cock back into Scott’s hole and started to fuck him again while twisting his fist inside. We were left amazed as Scott moaned his way into another powerful orgasm, shooting three full spurts from his beautiful, thick cock before just hanging there, defeated and dominated.

Then the feed cut out, and Angel and I just sat there. We took a few moments before we spoke again.

I asked Angel not to release the photos and clips. I told him that sooner or later the stuff Scott was doing would catch up to him, and I wanted nothing to do with it. Angel agreed. The next day, Angel went to work bright and early. I got up, showered, and looked around for breakfast.

My phone rang, and I picked up.

“Dustin, we have great news and even better news, depending on how you look at it. What do you want first?” Tommy said.

“The good news: I will be sending you $70,000, which is your share of last night’s earnings. It should be hitting your account in three payments; the first should already be in.”

My heart dropped at the amount of money I had made thanks to Scott. I opened my app and saw the amount; it was indeed in my account.

“What’s the other news?” I asked nervously.

“We have a very rich client who wants to rent our boy Scott for his pleasure,” Tommy said casually. “I have already informed the client that Scott is a true top and will need to be worked on and kept under lock and key,” Tommy added.

“The client informed me that he has the means to break in our boy Scott and send him back unharmed and in one piece, fully trained of course. He wants Scott for a full year.”

The way Tommy casually said all this was unnerving. “Scott has already signed the proper paperwork; as his manager, I just need your approval, as he will be working as an exclusive model, on paper anyway.”

“He signed?” I said into the phone. “Some poppers and other recreational things… and he signed everything I needed him to.”

“We are looking at half a million for each of us,” Tommy said, and then, sensing my hesitation, added, “Scott will be returned as a perfectly trained slave; he won’t trouble you at all.”

Tommy continued, “I have all his contacts. If you agree to this, I will take care of that as well.”

I had been with Scott for a year, and in that year he had made me his bitch. I wanted him to feel the same thing… When he got back, I would be the one calling the shots.

“Yes, let’s make it happen,” I said to Tommy over the phone.

“Excellent, Dustin. It’s great doing business with you. I will have Scott shipped out to serve his contract as early as tonight, as the client wants him in Dubai as soon as possible.”

“I will send you all the needed information for your records tomorrow.” And just like that, he hung up.

Two minutes later, I got a link to a downloadable file for the show that was streamed last night.

Then another message from Tommy: “What about Angel? He could make a good candidate.”

I left the message unread and finished my breakfast. It was going to be okay after all.

I told Pam the video on the phone is one Jim asked me to make while he was having sex with Gerry. She said she watched the whole thing and thought it was so gay she couldn’t believe I could film it !!! I told her Jim forced me to do it and said he was going to tell you if I didn’t do it…..which of course was a lie, the whole thing was my idea.

I told her that I have seen Gerry in the showers at work and he was so well endowed that I had to see him have sex I told her he is hung like a horse….she said I know I watched the whole video and I have never seen a cock on a man so huge, he just dwarfs your little 5 inch pecker but I didn’t know Jim was gay or Gerry for that matter….I said Gerry is Bi you saw his girlfriend Nicki with him she helped through the whole session.

She said well you didn’t do anything with her did you??? And I told her no!!!! I told her that I got so turned on by Gerry’s huge cock that I came 3 times while Jim was sucking him and fucking, it was incredible !! pam asked me well are you gay to??? I don’t know but I would sure love to suck his giant horsecock, would you mind if I tried??? She said only if I can have that magnificent penis inside me?? I will run it by Gerry and Jim to see if they would let us swing with them…would you like to include Nicki too??? No I don’t want that bitch anywhere near the 4 of us!!!

Pam was asking about Gerry’s ability to produce huge amounts of sperm and why I can only dribble out of few drops and I was lost for an answer. Pam said I haven’t been with a lot of men but I have never seen a guy with a cock that big and also shoot those massive loads of cum, there is no way that stud wouldn’t be able to get me pregnant …..

I could see her wheels spinning in her head….she wanted Gerry as her stud service because I couldn’t satisfy her need to have a child. Does Gerry know you were taping him while he was screwing Jim? I said I didn’t think so unless jim told him but knowing Gerry and how he loves to show off his big dick I don’t think he would mind, when you have a cock the size of his it gives you all kinds of confidence.

Pam said when Jim was blowing Gerry he couldn’t get his hands around the thickness of his cock!! My God it looked so huge in his man hands I am not sure I could swallow him or take him in my tight pussy remember all I am used to is your little pecker and I never had kids!!!

I am very tight. Well Bill finally told me what Pam wanted and He told me that she saw the video on my cell and at first was very upset with it until she began to fantasize about the incredible size of Gerry’s sex organ and wanted a blow by blow description of what happened and Bill told her it was one of the most fantastic things that ever happened to him, Bill said that Pam must have sex with him and if I let her, she will let me suck Gerry’s cock, she also said she could not believe my ass was able to take his thick veiny cock I asked Bill did she mention the massive ropes of semen he shoots??

She couldn’t get that sight out of her mind she was obsessed with his sperm production and wanted Gerry to get her pregnant with his huge loads of cum and noted to me that the few drops I produce are not worthy to be inside her vagina!!!! That made Bill feel so humiliated. I went to Gerry’s apartment a few days latter and told him about the video I had bill make of us fucking and sucking while he was hiding in my closet and he couldn’t believe bill could be part of that, he’s so straight Gerry said and I told him bill wants to suck his cock..

No shit!! he said, yep Gerry he says your cock is the biggest he has ever seen and he wants to drink your cum. OMG I would have never believe bill would want to suck my cock let alone have me cum for him!! well he saw how you drenched my face with sperm and he came 3 times in the closet while watching it…. There is one condition? you have to let pam suck you off then fuck her as hard as you can, she has a real tight pussy bill says, so be easy on her at first. Damn this big dick of mine gets me in more situations then I can handle….

Well Gerry I can see by the lump in your pants this talk has getting you horny and hard and I am here to help you with your big problem!! I got into my submissive position and got on my knees to begin to worship his magnificent cock it looked bigger then ever he must have been using the penis pump all week because it looked thicker and more vascular then ever drooling precum like a faucet.

I had to ask him do you feel lucky to have this horsecock attached to your body because I would give all my money to be hung like this…its without a doubt the most incredible cock I have ever come across and I have seen many big dicks but yours is something special !!! Well I wouldn’t trade this big thick cock for anything in the world.

 just think you can walk into any bar and know that you have the biggest cock in the room and both men and women would kill to worship it!! 95% of the guys that see it would be on their knees willing to suck it, straight or gay and all the women in the room would lust for me, being 5-7 they can’t believe such a small guy is equipped with such a large package…when I was young I could suck my own cock I would eat massive loads from my own cockhead and was able to get more then half of the 8 inches down my throat.

In the showers guys would gawk at my massive flaccid length and girth and all my huge veins running down the length of my horsecock…then the rumors would run rampant around school about my endowment!! Just to be able to grab your own cock and feel its thickness and bulging veins knowing you can’t encircle you fingers around its massive girth is reason alone to cherish this huge gift god has blessed me with and I wouldn’t trade it for anything and feel sorry for regular guys like yourself Jim and know if I was in your place I would be just as amazed to be able to service a cock the size of mine!!

Gerry please let me suck your cock now I just have to lick and swallow that beautiful massive head the precum is calling me its leaking like crazy. I started to slobber all over his cock licking strands of cock juice off the big head and rubbing his cock all over my face worshiping the true immensity of it. Gerry grabbed my head and forced as much cock as he could down my throat reaching down to the deep depths of my throat, I was gagging and coughing spitting up throat flehm thru my mouth and nose it was an all out assault on my mouth and throat with his monstercock.

He was dominating me as if he were raping my face using his huge sex organ as a weapon I felt so passive I could not offer any resistance I just succumbed to his male alpha sex!! He said he planned to cum straight down my throat not even pulling out to let me savor his magnificent load of cum. this is as rough as Gerry has ever been with me like he was in a zone having to prove to me that his cock was indeed a blessing and it had to be used in this manner to prove his superiority, I felt so helpless under the power of his huge horsecock.

He told me, Jim I am getting close to cuming get ready its gonna be a massive load of semen pouring down your throat, as I shook my head back and forth as to tell him I was not ready but he didn’t care his mind and body were in another place! He was beginning to shake and I felt the tube on the underside of his cock begin to pulsate and I knew it was to late I was going to experience what it was like to have him breed my mouth with his legendary load of cum…Then he began to convulse and the damn broke huge spurts of cum were launched down my throat coating the entire passage of my throat with thick sticky sperm.

He kept cuming and cuming I thought it was never going to end and during one ejaculation it was just to much and I started gaging and starting spitting up cum around his sealed cock in my mouth and out through my nose his semen was backing up inside me there was so much of it I was wondering can a man drown in sperm it felt like I was getting it in my lungs. I spit cum out over his stomach area and pubic area and was snorting cum out my nose I was being completely abused and almost passed out!!!!

As I lay there hacking and convulsing spitting up cum, I had to have ingested a world record ejaculation my whole head was covered in semen that I was burping up from my gut and Gerry just stood over me holding his engorged cock shaking its massive length at my face letting the residual of cum drop on to me. I was truly humbled by the incredible sexual power he had over me.

I began to scoop up the sperm that was all over me and started to re-swallow the long stringy strands to savor the taste as most of his massive load went straight to my stomach!! Gerry sternly said, roll over you cum whore I am not done with you yet, I got another load saved up for your cock loving ass and I am going to tear that ass up, but first your gonna pump me up with the vacuum and get me monster thick, I said hell your big enough as is…. he said dude I wanna get bigger you always say you want more well I got enough to give to you!!!!!

Start pumping. Gerry went to his closet and brought out his penis pump and told me to set it up and start pumping. He gave me a tape measure and told me to get pre-pump readings and after pump measurements I measured the tube and it was 3″ in diameter and 9.5″ in circumference it was massive and Gerry said he is able to fill the whole tube with a 12 inches of thick cock I was getting so turned I was leaking precum..

Gerry moved to the end of his bed and put his thighs wide open and told me to insert his penis into the pump after I lubed him up with K-Y jelly . I grabbed his thick cock after i rubbed k-y all up and down his veiny shaft it took a quarter of the tube just to grease his complete shaft. When It got it all shiny and slick I took some pictures of it before the pump it looked so massive I was drooling.

I put the phone down and grabbed his cock and shoved what I could in the pump and started to pump, it sucked in his cock just like a mouth, but would let it expand to obscene proportions using the sucking technique.

The pump has a red line psi gauge on it so I pumped him up to 10 psi and he started to fill the whole tube which was incredible!! I left him in the cylinder for 15 minutes and Gerry was getting so excited he said Jim I have never seen it get so big, look at the tube its completely filled the whole tube wall to wall of pure cock!!!

 I asked him if the pressure was to much for him and he said lets leave it in for 5 more minutes then release it, I took more pictures of his cock as the pressure on his cock was making it so big it was unbelievable the veins were so engorged they looked like the were ready to burst!!!

I began to release the pressure on the pump and tried to get the tube off his cock but it was to tight it wouldn’t move..fuck he said as I tugged on the tube to get the pressure to release finally i got it to come off with a loud suction sound and it looked so big it was frightening it stood straight out from his waist and looked way bigger then my forearm!!! he had strands of precum stretching all the way to the floor creating a huge puddle of clear fluid.

Time for the pics again I thought Bill and Pam will love these. Gerry said get the tape measure quick I am about to cum I am so horny seeing my cock this big its driving me wild now I know why you love it so much!!

Gerry I have never seen it so big lets see the length is 12.75″ and the girth is 9.0 ” that’s the exact measurements of the tube so you had it packed! its never felt this big in my hands the girth is phenomenal OMG Jim I think I am ready to cum start jerking quick..it took both of my hands to get around the huge girth but I stroked like a wild man to get him to ejaculate all over my face his first 3 shots went well over my head and hit the counter top then 7 more direct hits to my face each over a foot long of solid cum, then he aimed lower and plastered 6 jets of jizz all over my chest and groin area I was completely covered head to toe in beautiful delicious sperm!!!!

My God Gerry how do you cum so much when you just an hour ago almost drowned me in your semen thats not humanly possible?? Well I have Hyperspermia a condition that lets my have multiple huge orgasms that produce an abnormally large amount of ejaculate. Damn Gerry that’s not fair not only do you have the dick of death you can cum like a bull elephant !!!! After I got my mind around the onslaught of cum that covered me I began to scoop up all the cum with my fingers and consume as much sperm as humanly possible it was intoxicating the aroma and viscosity of his semen was the best I have ever tasted…what I couldn’t scoop up I rubbed the rest of it in my skin it was an awesome experience!!!!

chapter 7 coming soon

I’m Joe, a gay investigative reporter here in Fort Lauderdale. Prosti-Test just opened up here in Florida, and I’ve going undercover to check it out.  A totally free prostate test seems to good to be true. It might be a scam.

 Prosti-Test says you have to be 21.     

 And only large cocks have to be tested, as apparently, small cocks rarely get prostate cancer-(something to do with Testosterone levels). And they rely on on senior Gay volunteers, 50 and up, to do the testing.  I’m 50 so got in the first training class.

We all were given white lab coats and it was a brief orintation-basically they teach by the immersion method- they sit you down, the first volunteer steps up you do the extraction. Then  place the seminal fluid from your mouth into the specimen jar and go on to the next extraction. You work for an hour, and  a new volunteer then takes your place.

There are many small cubicles with round holes in the wall-called Test Hole #1,Test Hole #2..etc…. It’s very well thought out.

We have a volunteer  supervisor, Joel, who helps out with difficult cases such as any really huge cocks that resist giving a sample.

I sit down for my first extraction

Rolled up paperwork is shoved through the hole- it’s for  Mr. Ralph Jones, age 35 , married.

This is quickly followed by a large, hard 7″ cock ,(with big balls), shoved into the examination hole. I manually examine the  bulging cut cock, and balls, stroking it some with my hands. It immediately gets rock -hard.

 I note on the incident form, size and length (and name), and then lean forward to do the extraction. A couple of deep sucks, some sucking around the head, and a warm,copious sample fills my mouth.

I drip some into the sample bottle, retaining some to keep my mouth moisterized,

(It tastes delicious also)-and then label the container with Mr. Jones’ name.

 The  prostate testing service is free-but  as explained to the customers- Masturbation doesn’t give a reliable sample-only  a deep orgasm by manual sucking  provides the sample needed.

Married men apprently agree, as we have a line out the door, for this first day of operation.

  The next cock is a thick  8″ cut cock-

followed by  a couple more fat 7″ cut cocks. My volunteer one-hour shift is almost half over.

One of the men-(fat 8″ cock number 4)- says through the #3 test hole, (my test hole)- ‘Thank You’.

Then I have a problem-after the paperwork is pushed through the hole-a huge,

10 inch cock , 8″ around, is shoved-hanging right in front of my mouth.

I panic- I’ve never sucked  a monster like this. I’ll try anyway, and can only get my lips around  the large pink head of the monster Cock. ‘Joel,  I shout, Joel!’

 Joel comes running , sees the monster cock and says, ‘that’s no problem!’.

 ‘You have to use your hands to assist.’

He pulls my stretched mouth off the huge Cock head with a faint pop, and says- ‘it  goes like this.’

He sucks down on it himself. He has a larger mouth than me, and can  suck an inch or two down the shaft. He uses both hands to stroke upward on the massive, throbbing piece of meat, as he sucks it-(and  the gentle masturbation, plus the sucking, is like a miracle)- because, Boom!- the huge cock shoots a gusher of Cum.

I get a sample for the prostate test and Joel has sucked up about half the remaining Cum. He stands up puts my mouth down on the cock head and says, firmly, ‘clean it up.’  He walks off-( as there is another emergency involving a huge cock, further down the line).

I busily slurp and suck the Cock clean-and the Cock shoots another small load of Cum- which I quickly lap up.

The huge cock withdraws, and I hear a voice say through the hole- ‘Thanks Buddy!’

 The rest of the shift is easy-just  regular, average  7″ and 8 ” cocks-and I get some nice samples of tasty Cum to to drink.

 My replacement comes in, a nice looking gay guy, 55, and removes his dentures-ready for work. The next dick, a 7 incher is just sliding into his Test Hole.

 ‘I had a really huge one to deal with today,’ I say-‘the supervisor had to help me.’

 ‘Lucky you’, the guy, Gary said-as he bent his head, and easily deepthroated the thick 7″ cock in front of him.

‘I’m exhausted, I haven’t sucked so many Cocks in a long time.’  I go home for lunch, and there’s a line  of  40-50 year old guys out the door of the clinic.

They have that harassed look of married men.

Other guys are leaving, zipping up as they walk out the door.

Many with relaxing smiles on their faces.

 I was going to write an expose article, but this was too much fun. I’ll probably come by once a week to help out.  After all,  keeping the male prostate healthy is a serious thing, and us Gays are there to help.

I was a little nervous at first, but since Fran was going to be my ‘jungle guide’ I went along with it. We caught up one evening and unfortunately our usual venues were not open to private activities, so Fran suggested a bathhouse. I was uncertain but Fran convinced me otherwise (it was while riding in a taxi at night that he reached over and rubbed my cock, making me hard and encouraging me to explore options). Besides, Fran pointed out that they have small private rooms so I quickly agreed.

We arrived as a private bathhouse (called ‘The Club’). Fran said to me as we entered, “we’re in time for a special event: it’s closed to the usual crowd.” I didn’t say anything but went along.

I had brought with the usual items that we could use – rope, duct tape, several handkerchiefs and a ball gag – and so we got a room.

It was a quiet night outside of The Club, but once inside you could still hear some activity going on, music playing in the background, but it was not at what I assumed; loud and out of control. Instead, it was somewhat quiet but also intense; in the background you could sense some activity, but it wan’t clear what.

As we entered our private room and closed the door, I notice how small it was; just barely enough room for a small locker and a double size bed. “This place is clean; I’ve gone here a number of times before,” Fran said as we both stripped, leaving me with little on save for my jock strap and my leather belt (as he liked it like that) while Fran stood in front of me naked – and hard. It was the moment of truth: we looked at each other for a moment, and then we both approached each other as Frank reached out, fondled my balls and then with his other hand around my head pulled me in for a long kiss. My cock immediately hardened and with that, his hands moved onto my cock and started to rub my  cock, pulling it and slowly stroking me. This went on for a minute or two. Then he pulled my jock strap back over my hard and moist cock, rubbing it some more. Stepping back for a moment, he whispered, “turn around and cross your hands behind your back.”

I listened to the sound of duct tape being pulled from the roll: whenever I hear it gets me excited. 

I complied and in minutes my hands were tightly bound and wrapped to my belt. Nothing was said; we both knew what we wanted. Turning me around Fran gagged my mouth, stuffing a handkerchief into my mouth and then placing not one, but three strips of duct tape over my mouth – one across my mouth and the other two in a cross pattern ensuring that it didn’t get loose – and this while slowly and thoroughly rubbing the tape into my face to make sure it was sealed.

I stood at attention, as he stared at me for a moment. My heartbeat was racing and my cock was hard and throbbing, pushing trough my jock strap: I moved slightly, circling my hip, feeling my cock rub against my jock strap, exciting me even more. I enjoyed doing this in front of Fran; doing a small dance for him both to gain his interest and also to feel the pleasure of my cock rubbing against the fabric, making my cock hard and strong while also building up the pre-cum seeping though my jock strap. 

Fran stared at my cock and watched my dance, then raised his eyes to look at me; with a serious look he moved closer to me.

Fran than pulled my jock strap down to my ankles as he then knelt down in front of me and started to orally satisfy me. Using both his hands on my ass cheeks, I was kept in place as he moved around my cock, licking my balls and then going down on my shaft in a steady, solid rhythm while squeezing my ass cheeks. I started to call out, moan and try my bindings, leaning back as his strong hands kept my hips in place. There was no sound, other than the song of his slurping, our breathing and my moaning. I rolled my head back and forth, my eyes closed enjoying the intensity: he really wanted me to give him what I got. I then opened my legs wider and leaned forward into him, watching as he stared back at me, our eyes locking into one another: a man twice my age giving his young lover the joy of a true and deep blow job.

I couldn’t deny Fran; I was his.

I roiled my head back, staring at the ceiling with ym eyes half closed, rolling back and forth while calling out “MMPH!  MMPH! MMHP!”   I found myself standing on my tip toes, legs as wide open as I could without falling down, my pelvis leaning forward ever more, giving to him as much of my cock as I possibly could, as I moved about with my cock in his mouth. In minutes I exploded,  trying to shout though my gagged mouth, giving him my cum to satisfy his thirst, moaning loudly, pumping into him several deep shots until I could barely stand up. I very soon found myself laying on my back on the bed with my legs up as he quickly placed my ankles on his shoulders and by his neck, moving in closely to me, our faces merely inches apart. I suddenly felt his cock shoved in, taking my by surprise as he quickly pounded into me with a hard, strong rhythm, every thrust telling me “You’re mine!” The bed rocking and hitting the wall, my hands not having any give, my gag firm. Rolling my head back and forth, throwing my head up and down, as if trying to get close to his face. At one point our faces were only mere inches apart, but he gave no sign of giving in – of taking my  gag off and kissing me – but instead pushed even harder, forcing me to arch my back as he finally gave a bellow “UUUHHH!” and throw his back in a rictus of ecstasy, his eyes rolling about as he shot into me 1, 2, 3, 4, – times I couldn’t count as my hips were raised up very high, my arms barely able to keep my hips and ass in line with his cock.

It was what we did: I’d give him my cock and he’d his: as much to each other as we could. 

We rested for a few moments as he slowly got up, grabbed a towel and wiped us off, wiping the sweat from his well-built chest, the cum from my belly and around my butt cheeks and sweat from my forehead which he slowly and deliberately wiped off – and then finished with a kiss.

Every time I was with Fran, I imagined similar scenes over the years: younger man seduced and taken by an older man; but often it is the older men who are under the spell of their younger lovers. Bondage with Fran was always very hot: he knew I was helpless and he could not harm me, and he wouldn’t dare do so as he wanted me for his pleasure – and for our mutual company. This was one of the reasons why it was so hot: trust. I trusted Fran and willingly gave me to him – and he responded in kind, being a firm but gentle lover, taking his time while making me know he was in control. 

Taking my gag off Fran says “Let’s go; let’s take a walk around.”

“But I’m still tied up; shouldn’t I be untied?”

“No.”

“But why shouldn’t I be untied?”

“No,” he said as he then suddenly reached over and with some clothesline then also tied my arms up, saying as he did so: “It’s important to let everyone here to know that you’re mine.”

I pondered this for a moment as, in addition to my hands being bound behind my back, the rope was wrapped tightly around my arms.

A thought crossed my mind:

“You’re not going give me away or  to have somebody fuck me, are you?”

Fran then turned me around and looked at me with a stern look: “no way; you’re mine. No one else can have you. Your ass and cock is mine and nobody else’s! That’s way I fucked you real good and left plenty of cum; they’ll see and sense that.”

“So you’ve marked me?”

“Yes.”

A moment of silence:  “That’s kind of – animalistic, isn’t it?” I asked.

Fran said nothing, and carefully tied the knot that secured my arms.  He then turned to face me and suddenly kissed me deeply and long.  Stepping back he then asked me: “do you trust me?”

Without hesitation, I replied, “yes.”

Fran then kissed me again, saying with a low whisper “then I’m about to take you someplace that few see or experience” – and suddenly stuffed a fresh hankerchief into my mouth and applied another round of fresh duct tape. I briefly struggled with my arm bindings and move my head around, seeing if I could free my gag, but it was clear that I’m not getting out of anything.  This time, I noted that Fran was very thorough. 

This time it was different.

“Don’t need your jock strap: it’s better you’re nude. But it helps to have a nice hard-on -” as he slowly  stroked me. Standing there in front of him I quickly got hard. Looking at my now growing hard cock, he quietly said, “that’s nice: good and hard. Everyone needs to see you just like this.”  I looked over at his cock: total hardness. Fran merely looked at me, smiling; his lust in in his eyes. He also re-tied my hands, taking care to make sure the I was nice and bound: tightly tied up and firmly gagged. Nude. Standing behind me, Fran rubbed his cock up and down the crack ofmy  ass, feeling the pre-cum slipping along.  Pinching my nipples, I gave a sudden start, and then squirmed as he pinched ever so harder and longer, making me moan: “Mmmmm!,…”

Whispering in my ear: “there’s no need for you to talk now. Just follow my lead, do as I tell you, and it’ll be hot. You always want to learn something, so this is something you’re never gonna forget.” And with that, he grabbed the rope around my arms, pushed and pulled me to the door, and opened it, pushing me to walk in front of him.

“You’re my prisoner!’ he whispered in my ear.

The moment before we walked out the door, I managed to reach with my bound hands his cock – ever so hard again. We both stopped as he wanted me to feel it, as I stroked it slowly, feeling the arteries as they pumped the blood and the precum which dripped richly. He wanted me to know that this was going to be something intense. 

He then moved closer to me, wrapping his arms around me again, his mouth running through my hair and his lips whispering into my ear: “I’m taking you to a special place – a real Fuck Festival. A celebration of cum! Let’s go!” pushing me forward, while keeping his hands on my arm bindings, every so often stopping to rub his cock against my ass cheeks, we moved slowly down the hallway to the growing sound of the throbbing music and the sounds of activity. 

As we walked down the corridor some stood and stared, watching us. I struggled briely at times, as if to give an impression I was being taken involuntarily, but here it didn’t matter: voluntary or involuntarily, you were getting some. Still I moved about and moaned, acting like an unwilling prisoner. “Yes! Perfect! Keep dong this!” – and then standing behind me and pushing his hard cock around my ass and between my legs.

We walked together down the corridor: me, the rope tied tightly around my arms with my wrists bound behind my back to the leather belt.  My mouth stuffed with a handkerchief while sealed with several lengths of duty tape. As moved my head about as if to get my mouth ungagged, but it wasn’t happening – nor were my bindings going to get freed. My so-called calls for attention were useless; I could be hardly.  I walked down the corridor with a older, dominate man holding my arms in his control, being pushed and guided forward to the room. 

We walked together with our hard-ons: me bound and gagged, occasionally stopping to rub his cock in my ass: he was in total control while I was clearly his:

“mmmmh! mmmmh!”

“C’mon: let’s go!”

Outside a private room, the noise was much louder: a leather clad gentleman – tall and imposing, and also wearing a leather jockstrap – stood and nodded at Fran.  They clearly knew each other. Looking at me, he ran his eyes up and down, seeing my hard on and noting how I was throughly bound and gagged.  Fran merely glared back and the man stepped aside. I realized that if I didn’t come in with Fran, I would’ve been his meat for the night. 

We entered the dance floor room: the sight was powerful.

It was a smallish room, about 30 by 30, with scattered waist level platforms, dimmed circling lights and a sound player that was not too loud, but loud enough to cover most noise. It was very crowded; you couldn’t help but rub against one another, making the tension even more intense.

Around on the platforms, figures moved and laid about: some either laying back and being fucked, while some were bent over and getting it in the ass. Others, stood in the corners with their lover kneeling before them, orally satisfying their partners and others stood about while behind jerked off, moving about while being stroked. Others on the dance floor were being held as they danced or jerked off as they danced. I noticed that a most of the younger men – like me – were bound and gagged, and so some heads turned as we entered. Fran pushed me to the floor, and moved in time to the music, as I complied and did the same. I swiveled my waist, shaking my ass in front of Fran, while moving my hips up and down, making my cock bounce and move about. Fran stared at my waist and cock, moving close to me, our cocks touching as we rubbed them against each others’ cock. I danced around with my legs wide open, enabling Fran to close in to me, rubbing his cock on my cock, the music loud and the lights down very low.

We danced cock to cock; my arms were tightly  bound and thus I couldn’t wrap them around Fran, but that didn’t stop us from building an intensity between us.  I’d stand with my legs wide open as I possibly could, while Fran would dance between my legs, our cocks rubbing and playing with each other. It was obvious who was the top and the bottom: I’d lean back slightly while Fran would moved in closer. At some times, he would then reach out and grab my hips just to keep me from falling as we’d continue rubbing cocks as we danced nude.  Our eyes and attention focused only on each other. There had been times past when we first started doing this that I’d give up and cum: standing there, moving my cock would let lose a torrent dipping down as I’d move around and soak his hard cock with my surrender. Weakened, my legs would give out and I’d have to stop and rest but now I learned to last, control my desire to let go. Keep it nice and hard: see if can make Fran give it up. Our dances often became a contest: see who can make the other release, thus our dancing would become more intense, close contact only by or cocks, filled with gyrations and and teasing. 

I then noticed that we weren’t the only ones: I looked around and saw most couples were the same as us: older men with their younger bottoms. Most of whom I saw were couples into bondage with the younger men usually the ones bound and gagged. Some danced with their partners on the floor, while looking over I could see some couples were fucking in various places. In some corners couples spent time kissing each other, running their hands over their partners, while in other corners I watched as the other tops had their lovers bent over and fucked from behind with their one desire only of letting loose inside their bound partner. One was laying on top of a table while his older partner held his legs and fucked him with a serious look of total glee, his younger partner – first I thought was distress, but was writhing in desire as he shot a load that shot well above his body, his shouting covered from being heard. A number of the bound ones were also gagged and conversation was very limited: it was focused on action and not talking.

Everyone here were all looking at each other; a few with a total distant look of distress as they were being fucked and others with what looked like sheer ecstasy.

Activity varied; I watched as two older men played with their younger partners who were fucking: with one bent over and the other entering from behind – where both were bound and gagged, the one gagged being fucked by another as he was receiving oral from one of the older men, while the one doing the fucking was being penetrated at the same time by the other older men.

I wanted to ask Fran “what’s going on?” but my gag was too good. Instead, I noticed that Fran and the other ‘elders’ were looking at each other, almost as if to boast about their ‘boy’.

“Turn around,” Fran said me in my ear. 

I did so; he wanted to see me move my ass for him. I could feel his eyes on it – and then I felt his arms wrap me and then pushing me to the side of the room we found a small nook with a padded table; clearly the table was for what Fran intended to do, as he moved me and laid me done on my back and while facing him he suddenly lifting my ankles to his neck and wrapping his arms around my legs tightly  he pushed his cock in, fucking me in time to the music beat.

Fran was taken by the moment: he only wanted me to be there in any fashion he wanted me to be. Fran’s fuck toy. And it was a powerful moment, the moment with me helpless and unable to argue or say anything as he pleasured himself with me bound and gagged for all to see in front of others, several of whom stopped to watch as he buried his cock in and moved with a hard termination and a passion bordering on ruthlessness, leaning in close to my face, speaking in a low, harsh voice as he thrust into me:

“This…is…uh!..Love Boy / Man night. Legal age… Uh!.. Only. But…only…older and younger couples are allowed in ….Mm!…Younger…Men! I had to… bring… uh, nh!… You! Show… you OFF! All to See!! You’re Mine! Uh! Mine! Ah! Mu – UH UUUHHH… YES GOD!!!!” and with that Fran threw his head up howling in sheer ecstasy as his cock pumped into me again and again and again and again, howling out loud.

After a moment, his face again close to me as he whispers in my ear: “had to show that you were mine; just to keep it that way. Needed to fuck you for all to see; had to show you we’re not alone. Don’t be afraid, Others out there like us,…” And with that he licked the sweat off of my forehead, before grabbing my ankles and pulling my feet close together, the soles touching the soles, locking me in place as he then went down on my cock and began sucking me off, moving quickly with his mouth, up and down my shaft. No delays: just straight into it, working hard to make me cum – and which I quickly found my cock even harder, my cock tip feeling his tongue playing with it, going into his throat while he kept me in place, moving up and down with exaggerated motions, all the while humming with obvious pleasure.

The room was alive with the passion sounds of sucking, moaning, the liquid sounds of asses being repeatedly penetrated by cocks, many either wrapped within their own moments or others watching each other getting fucked or sucked, dancing to the music that’s buried by the sounds of an incredibly sexually active room filled with younger men being taken by older men, many of whom were, like me, bound and held prisoner.

I remember reading stories of ancient days when prisoners were taken, bound to prevent escape, selected and either given, bought or fought over by the captors who deserve a reward for their service, the younger men becoming either mere sex slaves, or willing partners to their captors, becoming lovers and agreeing to give themselves to their captors for mutual pleasures in exchange for protection and shelter. I imagined we were in such a situation: newly captured and surrendering, stripped naked or with minimal clothing, bound and gagged, given over to their newly chosen captors for sexual pleasure.

Unlike earlier days, I and the others in this room were fortunate: I had my lover who wanted me as I wanted him and thus, my cock – so hard and juicy – that was about to give in to him as all around me I could hear the slapping of asses, the grunting and panting of the older men as they worked their cocks into the younger asses; while the younger men (younger in relation to their older lovers) – some who struggled and squirmed as they were penetrated while others danced with their partners with total hotness, bending their hips forward, either teasing with their cocks or their asses, dancing to their partners’ wishes as their partner held their balls and / or stroked their cocks and have them dance, with some cumming and spilling their juice onto the floor, into the hands or mouths of their lovers. It was a noisy place, alive with passion and hot intensity and I was surrendering to the moment, getting closer to release myself again into my lover’s mouth while feeling that this was a small part of something far bigger and far deeper and a long history.

Outside, the city went on with its usual late night activities, oblivious to our actions with long, ancient roots taking place amongst the consenting and horny. I could see the history reaching back centuries, the multitude of us coming together for an intimacy that many banned over the centuries,…

Suddenly, just then, as if to join in, my passion arose within as I suddenly shot out, futilely trying to shout out Fran’s name:

“MMM! MMM! MMM! MMM! MMM!,…” And then I could give no more, falling quiet.

…watching as he moved about my exploding cock, getting as much cum as he could get as I drained myself into him.

A moment later, Fran whispered in my ear, my focus only on what he said and ignoring the noise and activity all around me: “get up; we’re going back to the room. I have something more to give you,” then standing straight before me between my legs, his hands on his hips, his cock rock hard. I tested my bindings and moved my head around to loosen my gag; no give. 

Working out fo the room, I struggled and moved about, almost as if I was dancing for him as he complied and pushed me forward with greater urgency, moving us along to get into our room to once against spend private time again: our cocks were hard again as we struggled toward the room to continue: me tightly bound and gagged while him, firm and in total control. 

There was nothing more to be said: my lover has me and I him.

Meanwhile, the dance went on,…

The AsianTitanBull Takes His Prize

“HERE’S YOUR WINNER, AND STILL CHAMPION, THE ONE AND ONLY, ASIAN TITAN BULL!!!” shouted Vern Wonder as Johnny Liu walked around the ring, still holding BlackAlpha aka BlackBeta in a Full Nelson with his massive cock buried deep in the former Champ’s ass.  The Harlem Arena crowd continued to cheer wildly and chant “CHAMP!  CHAMP!  CHAMP!”

ATB finally sat down and laid back.  He didn’t release his Full Nelson but continued to thrust upward, continuing to split open the defeated former Champ’s hole.  BlackBeta grunted with every thrust, taking it like the Bitch he had become to the Champ.  Finally, Liu slowed down and pulled out.  He cast the Ebony Bitch’s body to the side and rose victoriously.

Dandy Dawson looked down on the ring with a mix of emotions.  He knew the video streaming revenues from the title match would go through the roof.  But now he had to contend with the over-sized ego of the AsianTitanBull.  The guy would be insufferable.

“Get in here, mate!” ATB hollered over to Earl Gleason.  The Freak grinned and stepped between the top and middle ropes.  Coach Stan had found a folded table under the ring.  He pulled it out and slid it under the bottom rope where Gleason, upon entering, quickly set up the table at center ring.

Liu had applied a side head lock to BlackAlpha.  He half dragged him to the table and laid his body face up on the top of the table.  BA was spreadeagled with his muscled arms spread wide, exposing his black pit hair.  Johnny and Earl positioned the former Champ’s head so it fell off of one end of the table.

The TV monitors in the arena showed the view from the ceiling, looking down on the massive frame of the former Champ—sprawled out, naked and cock caged.

Liu nodded at The Freak who positioned his wet pouch over the former Alpha’s face.  As the crowd chanted “BLACK BETA!  BLACK BETA!” BB stuck out his tongue and began sucking on the fabric of Gleason’s white briefs, submissively tasting his pre-cum.  He felt the hardness of the swollen cock that now strained against the pouch so far that Earl’s smooth pubic bone could be seen.  

ATB grinned and stroked his monster cock before stepping up to the table between BlackBeta’s legs.  His nostrils flared and his jaw clenched.  BlackBeta’s eyes widened as he saw ATB’s possessive look.  Liu lifted the former Champ’s hamstrings. He let the loser’s calves rest on his shoulders.  His fat cock head slid back into BB’s crack and found his already gaping pucker.

The fans went wild as the AsianTitanBull pushed his cock into the former Champ’s hole.  “OHHHHH…OHHHHH!” moaned BlackBeta as he continued to suck on the cum-smeared fabric of Gleason’s briefs.  ATB winked at The Freak, “Okay, mate, let’s own this Bitch!”

Earl smiled and lowered his briefs.  His veiny cut cock—The Destroyer—rose to its full 9.5” length.  He pushed the head down against BlackBeta’s lips, which parted to accept it.  In seconds, The Freak’s cock was buried in BB’s throat.  Johnny Liu began to thrust in and out of the former Champ’s canal.  Once again, BB felt like he was being split wide open.  He groaned and grunted around The Freak’s big dick as ATB pounded his hole mercilessly.  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  “FUCK YEAH, TAKE MY BIG COCK!” yelled Liu.

As he face fucked BB, Earl leaned forward to give Johnny a high five.  They now fucked the former Champ in tandem with each other as the Harlem fans applauded crazily.

Still handcuffed, JackedStud and RedDante’s black Speedos tented visibly, as did the black leather chaps of both the AsianMuscleGod and Master Han.  All were spellbound by the rough fucking of the defeated former Champ.  He had submitted completely to ATB and Gleason.  His own 9” cock—stuffed inside Dandy Dawson’s metal cage—was straining.

The Harlem Arena became quiet except for the sounds of the Champ’s balls slapping into BB’s ass cheeks and the former Champ’s grunting and gagging around Earl’s tool.

After several minutes, Earl breathlessly said, “I’m close…I’m fucking close….”  The AsianTitanBull grinned and said, “Let the Bitch have it!”  Gleason’s body began to spasm.  He pulled out his Destroyer cock and pointed the swollen mushroom head at BB’s open mouth.  Soon cum erupted, hitting the former Champ’s tongue, lips and chin.  Gleason’s body continued to shudder as the orgasm persisted.  He yelled, “FUCK!  FUCK YEAH!”  As his climax continued, he rammed his Destroyer back into BB’s throat, making the former Champ gag on it.

Johnny Liu watched intently as The Freak painted BlackBeta’s face and resumed skull-fucking him.  His own climax drew close and then he went over the edge.  He buried his 12” cock inside BB’s hole and held it there as he emptied his balls into the former Champ.  “OH…OHH…OHHH…OHHHH!!!”

The ceiling camera zoomed in on BlackBeta’s cock cage.   The horny crowd collectively gasped as BB’s muscular body bucked on the table and white cum began spewing between the stainless steel bars that encased his cock head.  The jizz began to pool in BB’s six pack abs, lining their cut crevasses, as the former Champ grunted “UNGH!  UNGH!  UNGH!”

As all three men finally came down from their releases, the AsianTitanBull pulled out of BB’s hole and went to embrace Earl Gleason.  Their sticky wet cocks momentarily brushed against each other.  ATB then pushed his still swollen cock head into the former Champ’s mouth.  As the fans resumed cheering, BB stretched his mouth wide to accept, clean and polish the Champ’s cock.

“GENTS, I GIVE YOU THE STILL UNDEFEATED CHAMP, THE ASIAN TITAN BULL!” shouted Vern Wonder.  He had slid between the ropes with the Tri-State Wrestling Fed championship belt.  Wonder approached ATB and his softening, thick cock.  He wrapped the belt around the Champ’s waist and held his right arm upwards in victory as the fans applauded.

Suddenly, boos broke out as the spotlight moved to the top of the ramp way where promoter Dandy Dawson had appeared in his silver suit, white shirt and blue tie.  

As he marched towards the ring, the boos and jeers grew louder.  Dawson pretended not to hear them.  He walked up the metal steps and slid into the ring.  “Let me have the mic, Vern,” he instructed.  The ring announcer retrieved it and handed it to his boss.

“Well, I guess congratulations are in order, Johnny,” Dawson began.  Some in the crowd cheered hearing ATB’s name again.  The promoter continued, “I never would have thought you’d win this fight—especially after being humiliated and topped by Coach Stan.”  The audience was stunned into silence.  Dandy said, “Let’s watch that for a minute.”

The TV screens surrounding the ring sprang to life with footage of Johnny Liu sucking on Stan’s 8.5” cock as if it were a pacifier.  Then the scene changed to show ATB’s legs up in the air as Coach Stan pounded his hole.  ATB was heard demanding that Stan fuck him harder and harder.  The monitors went black after Stan’s body spasmed with his climax.

“You’re a true fucker,” the AsianTitanBull said to Dawson.  Then he turned to Coach Stan in the corner, “And you, you didn’t tell me you were filming that.”  The trainer raised his hands as if to say “don’t blame me.”

Dawson started to interject, “Now, Champ, listen….”

“Fuck you, Dawson,” ATB said, “I’m done with this shit.  I’m leaving for Australia but on one one condition.”

“What’s that?” the promoter asked.

“That you make Earl ’The Freak’ Gleason the new Champ!” Liu replied.  He raised Gleason’s left arm as pandemonium broke out in the Harlem Arena.  Chants of “EARL!  EARL!  EARL!” broke out.

“And what if I don’t?” Dawson sneered.

“Then I’ll fuck you with my monster cock, right here and now, and remain the TSWF Champ…Better yet, Earl and I will double penetrate your tight hole.” Johnny replied.

Dawson looked horrified then nodded, “Okay, got it.  Earl ’The Freak’ Gleason is our new Trip-State Wrestling Federation Champion!!!”  The fans roared their approval as the AsianTitanBull unclasped his title belt and wrapped it around Earl’s waist, covering his now flaccid “Destroyer” cock.  Gleason felt enormous pride.  He had finally become Champ after BlackBeta had interfered in his match with the AsianMuscleGod and fucked him afterwards.

Dandy continued, “And Earl, you don’t have much time to rest on your laurels.  Your first title defense is next week in Bay Bridge, Brooklyn.  I just need to find the right opponent for you.”

*     *     *     *     *

Three days later….  There was a buzz at Coach Stan’s door.  The Daddy Trainer dressed only in a white tank top and tight white briefs pushed the intercom and asked “Who’s that?’

“Me Coach,” came the reply.  The voice, so familiar to the Coach, brought a smile to his face.  He buzzed the door, allowing the guest to enter his condo building.

Minutes later, Stan opened his door to see his old prison mentee standing before him.  BlackAlpha was dressed in a black tank top and black gym shorts.

“Come in, Ronnie” the Coach beckoned.

The former Champ walked past the Daddy Trainer into his spacious living room.  Then he turned and said, “I was surprised you sided with the AsianTitanBull.  I was sure the fix was in.  But then you cuffed JackedStud and RedDante.  Why?”

“Oh, Ronnie,” the Coach sighed, “I couldn’t let you win back your title by cheating.  If you won it, it had to be on the merits.  And I didn’t like how the AsianMuscleGod and that Master Han jumped ATB at the outset.  What’s happened to you?  You were never like this before.”

BlackAlpha put his head down.  He felt the same way and it had been eating at him ever since his humiliating loss and fucking before the Harlem Arena crowd.  His hole was still sore from the rough pounding he had received from the Champ—a constant reminder of how he had become ATB’s Beta Bitch.

Coach Stan reached out and placed his right hand on the former Champ’s shoulder, “You were never the Ebony Heel.  You’ll always be the Ebony Hero in my book.”

“I don’t feel like one now,” BlackAlpha responded, his voice despondent.

“I could mentor and train you again.  Back to basics.  Like we did at Greenhaven Correctional Facility.  BlackAlpha will rise again…with my mentoring and training.”

BA looked up at the Coach, “But my cock is still caged.  Dandy won’t unlock it.”

“Own it, Ronnie, the chastity cage will make you humble again.  Then I’ll make sure Dawson frees your big dick when you vanquish a would-be Alpha in the squared ring.”

BlackAlpha hesitated then said, “Okay, Coach, back to basics.  I need your help.”

Stan grinned and pulled up the front of his white tank top to reveal his eight pack.  He pulled the tank off and stood directly in front of BlackAlpha.  His white briefs bulged with his 8.5” cut cock.  “Back to basics, Champ,” he said.

BlackAlpha took it as an order.  Slowly, he fell to his knees.  Stan tugged down the waistband of his briefs and his semi-hard cock appeared in front of the former Champ’s face.  The former Champ looked upwards as the Coach nodded.  Grasping the base of Stan’s cock, BlackAlpha opened his mouth and swallowed the mushroom head and shaft.

*     *     *     *     *

Dandy Dawson sat at his deck in his mid-town office.  He had arrayed the 8×10 photos in front of him.  They showed a young Latino bodybuilder, not quite 20.  The kid had curly black hair on top and fades down the sides of his head.  Dandy thought he had beautiful gray blue eyes.  His light brown skin was translucent.  “His stats?” the promoter asked.

Sitting opposite Dawson in two chairs were two muscular Latino Daddies and bodybuilders in their own right.  Carlos Cortez turned to his twin brother Jorge then back to Dawson.  He said, “My son Luis is 6’1” and weighs 200 pounds.  He’s won many awards as a teenage bodybuilder.  He’ll turn 20 next month.  Luis has a smooth 50” chest and 20” biceps.  As you can see, he has an impressive eight pack.  His waist is 32” and his quads 33”.

“Impressive indeed,” the promoter replied, “But can he wrestle?”

Jorge flashed a big smile, “Not only can he wrestle but also he’s cocky as shit.  He’s perfect for your Federation.  He destroyed a police officer named Bill Davenport.  The guy was 6’4” and 235 pounds but Luis took him out and fucked the daylights out of his hole.”

“How big is Luis’s cock?” Dandy asked.

“11 inches,” Carlos said proudly, adding “And uncut.”

“Nice,” Dawson said, thinking, yes, he had found someone to take on the new TSWF Champion, Earl ’The Freak’ Gleason.  Earl would have many physical advantages but Dawson felt the match would be competitive and Luis might just prevail.

“Okay, deal,” the promoter said, “I’ll sign Luis and give the kid a chance.”

(The End.)

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Author’s Note:  Read about the battle between Luis and his father and uncle, on the one hand, and the Davenports, on the other, in this story.