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  • Used at the sex club

    This is just a fantasy of mine.

    My friend and I were at the local sex club. I told him I wanted to be used today, rode hard and put up wet. So he brought us here. We rented the BDSM room. It would be perfect for this. It has a bondage bench, a pillory, a St. Andrews Cross as well as a bed of sorts. It also has an open window with bars on it so anyone walking by can watch whatever is going on in it. I love this room, but only when I have someone with me to watch my back for me.

    He had me standing in the center of the room naked. I have a hood on with just a mouth opening. My hands are tied behind my back. He has put suction cups on my nipples and is softly spanking my ass while calling me his cock sucker and cum slut. I can hear people talking as they are watching us. My cock is already hard and dripping.

    He tells me to get on my knees, I do it quickly for him. Then I hear him telling someone to go ahead and fuck my mouth. I feel a semi hard cock rubbing against my lips. I open my mouth and it slips inside my mouth.

    I can feel it getting harder as I am sucking on it tasting the pre-cum from it. This cock doesn’t last long before giving me its reward which I eagerly swallow.

    As soon as this cock withdraws another one takes its place and my mouth is once again being fucked. You like sucking my cock don’t you, cock sucker, I hear someone say to me. I can’t reply as my mouth is full. This cock is bigger than the last one and uses my mouth much longer as well. But eventually I am rewarded for my efforts with another load of creamy cum.

    Once this cock is taken away I am stood back up. It’s time for some fucking I am told, then placed in the pillory. Both my holes are now available for free use by one and all.

    My friend tells me that there are at least six hard cocks waiting to breed me. He reaches under me and grabs my cock, squeezing out more pre-cum and feeding it to me. I lap it up hungrily from his hand.

    I feel someone step behind me and rub his cock up and down my crack. Then I feel it push against my already lubed hole. I moan loudly as this cock pushes into me. He stops as soon as the bulbous head pops through. My hole is now accepting its fate as a cock hungry receptacle.

    As this cock is now fucking me and going deeper with each stroke I am begging for him to fuck me harder, which he does. I am now being power fucked by this cock and someone else is pushing his cock against my lips. I take this second cock into my mouth and it is pushed all the way into my throat.

    Once it is in my throat I feel it start throbbing. I get all of its cream straight down my throat without ever tasting a drop of it. I take deep breaths of air in as soon as it is pulled out of my mouth. The cock fucking me is still pounding away and I am really enjoying being fucked like this. I love to be power fucked and having no control of any of it. The guy fucking me is talking and calling me a great cum slut and dirty fucker for taking so many cocks and loads while having no control.

    I feel him start to slow down and then he stops moving. I can feel his cock spurting deep inside me and flooding me with its load of baby makers. He empties his balls and when he pulls out a food of cum gushes out too.

    My buddy removes me from the stocks and lets me rest some on the bed. I hear him talking to others wanting their turn at my holes. He is telling that I need a few minutes after the power fuck I just received and I will be taking on everybody here before we leave.

    He gave me some water and asks if I am okay and ready for another round. I reassure him I am ready. He puts me onto the fuck bench and straps me down. I can’t move in this position and am completely vulnerable.

    I hear him re-open the door and then feel people once again touching me all over. A cock is at my lips, I open them and it slips into my mouth. Go ahead cock sucker start sucking my cock someone says. Another cock pushes into my slippery hole and begins fucking me slowly.

    I can’t move and am now being slowly being fucked at both ends once again. They both take their time and are slow and methodical in the way the use me for their pleasure. Yeah fuck him real slow someone tells them. Make sure he feels every inch of your cocks inside him someone else tells them. I am loving this type of slow fucking, it is a pleasant change from the power fucking I got in the stocks earlier.

    The cock in my mouth spilled its load into my mouth and I swallowed it as fast as I could. Another one took its place as that cock in my ass just kept slowly fucking my ass with steady but deep strokes. Now I felt a mouth on my own cock hanging through the opening in the bench.

    I was enjoying this it felt great. I always liked my cock sucked while I serviced others. The guy fucking me suddenly pushed in hard and stopped. I could feel it start to spasm as it was finally breeding me. When it slipped out I felt really empty, but this didn’t last long as another one took its place.

    I began feeling the spurts of cum from the cock in my mouth hitting the back of my throat and began swallowing them. It was a big load and some cum began running out the corners of my mouth. The cock in my ass was now pounding me hard and the mouth on my own cock was about to get a load from me.

    As I emptied my balls into that mouth my ass muscles tightened up and caused the cock in it to breed me. I love it when I am being spit roasted and sucked at the same time and we all cum together.

    Now this is where things get dicey. Once I have cum I lose interest in having any more sex. But being in the situation I was in now I couldn’t just stop. I was bound and controlled by others so while I was mentally finished there were still hard cocks waiting for their turn in me and they were taking it whether I wanted it or not.

    So the fucking of my holes continued. I was fucked like this for over an hour and came two more times while being bred.

    By the time it was all over and my friend released me I had been used by over two dozen men for most of the afternoon. I was sore but in a good way from it all and was already telling my friend we needed to do this again sometime. He told me not to worry because at least a half a dozen of these men gave him their contact information.

    Once I was cleaned up and dressed we left the club and headed home. It was a great day.

  • Pirates cold winter: Duty to the Captain

    It was soon in the morning and David found himself as part of a pirate crew. As he mopped the floors of the swinging ship in which he was.

    Without counting himself and the other recruits there were around 34 other men on this ship. He was the newest recruit, but not the only one.

    He was tired.

    As he passed around the deck of the ship, cleaning the aftermath of what happens when a group of men live in a closed area, just exacerbated by the lack of hygiene expected of a pirate crew, the hard labor, and the inherent mustiness of the sea. The clean water was valuable out in the sea, and most wouldn’t waste it in “cleaning” themselves.

    Not that most seem to think of that as important. A point each one of his partners made when passing near him, the smell of days or even weeks old of sweat, pee and alcohol assaulting him.

    Seriously, what is the point of preserving water if most drink themselves to a stupor every day? Alcohol flows literally more than water here. As evidenced by the unidentified stain he was trying to scrub. Possibly vomit or pee.

    It was intense, but that’s what that living off alcohol, rations and seafood makes to one. At least he wasn’t cleaning the head of the ship (Poor Johnny) where the shitters are – And seriously it seems everyone’s got bad aiming – or worse, the captain’s “chambers”.

    Usually the captain would impose some rules about drinking, but it was still the end of winter season which meant the sea was not only at its calmest, but also that trade and piracy was at its slowest.

    Fortunately we were a very successful case of piracy.

    As he continued to scrub, one of his crewmates called to him.

    “Hey Scallywag! How ye doin’ ?” Jeff said, of course it was Jeff. I could sniff him a mile away.

    Jeff was first mate, and It was his playful competence what made him both unpredictable and reliable, a real character. the fact he had a close relationship with the captain helped him too.

    “Stop calling me Scallywag!” I yelled with irritation. Jeff was an asshole, not a bad asshole, but he always seemed to get a thrill out of molesting the recruits like me. “I have already been here for at least 3 months working my ass off and I have shown my worth! I am as part of this crew as anybody else “

    “ Not ye~t” he sang, and for a moment a mischievous sadistic light took over his eyes. It was gone the next moment “ But tonight will be a party for you all scallywags to become REALLY part of the crew! a real initiation! and the captain told us you all shall go to rest now, HA! You will need it! “

    “ Wait, so you’re telling me I should go to rest for the day? Heck yeah.”

    “ Yeah, you should REALLY get some shuteye, clean up and MAYBE have a meal, the night will be WILD, the rest of your comrades are already being notified” He smirked.

    “ Shall do then, thanks Jeff! “ I said, My mind raced at expecting some intense rituals but wasn’t that scared. And Jeff was being useful for once.

    “ And don’t come upstairs until you are called!” He laughed.

    I walked to the quarters under the deck, the eyes of a few crewmates darting to me as I did, smiling. Strange.

    ——

    I saluted my crew on the quarters. A group of men around the early twenties.

    There was Jhonatan or “Johnny”. And Charles, who was a real pain.

    There were others, but he didn’t find them here yet.

    We all have had done the same chores on rotation in addition to our “learning “ and had become sort-of close.

    I saluted them, and then went to prepare, deciding to follow the suggestions Jeff gave me. Washing myself with a cloth and eating a little before going to rest.

    The Quarters were in a mess and smelled funny as always, but I managed to zone out and get some shuteye.

    ——

    Jeff barged into the quarters startling us all “Welp whelps it’s showtime! Come fast and let’s start this thing!” He screamed loudly and I heard muffled screams outside.

    The party had started, a pirate crew isn’t exactly silent and as we walked into the main deck area that everyone starting making noise as they made a walkway to the center.

    Whistles and screams filled the air, and then I and the rest of the “newbies” reached the center.

    There was the captain. He was a hulking form of a man, tanned skin with wild hair and an untamed beard, bulging with muscles covered in fat, like a bodybuilder in bulk.

    He looked at us, smirked, and then raised his voice.

    “ Well hello little runts, you all have done great ‘till now but the moment of truth has come, to really join the crew and become a part of us! “

    The pirates laughed loudly. And the captain got near to us, starting to walk around us like a shark.

    “We have made many sort of initiations till now, but we have a little tradition around here. Let’s call it” More laughs, there was a hilarity we didn’t get to know “And that’s you doing something for us! A duty so to speak! To help us solve our problems! But many of us have things we oh so much would like to make you do, so we came up with a method to make ourselves happier”

    The captain passed near me, closing in. I gulped, and fixed my stand and he exhaled a booming laugh; his breath was foul of alcohol and seafood and I had to hold myself from making a face.

    “ So since you are more than usual, I decided to be generous and let the crew enjoy the right to some of you and vote about suggestions. Which Me and Jeff reviewed and wrote down on the papers in this hat.” One of the pirates handed the captain a hat with a few small pieces of paper inside. “In this hat lies your fate for the next week after which you will officially be a part of us! Real SeaMen!”

    “Woohoo!”

    “Yeah! “

    “Heheheh”

    “hahahah!”

    Booming noise and cheering exploded around us and the captain let it simmer for a moment.

    “So without keeping everyone’s balls blue anymore. Let’s start!“ he made a signal for us to come.

    One by one we passed, each getting one paper out of the hat.

    After we finished, the captain made us a sign and we opened them all at the same time.

    My Paper read “Captain’s Service”.

    I stared confused.

    “ Ah, I see you are confused about the tasks given. Welp I guess I need to explain it” he laughed “Can the one with the ‘Captain’s service’ duty pass upfront so we can give a demonstration?” He gave us a signal.

    I gulped and passed upfront.

    As soon as I was next to him, the captain grabbed me in a headlock. So close to his pit, the captain’s smell assaulted me in waves. God, why hasn’t he taken a bath yet! He didn’t seem to care though as he started to bruise my hair with his other hand.

    “Oh Lad, I’m going to have so much fun with you soon” He told me. Just as he continued, it seemed like he remembered something, as he stopped and called out “Hey Jeff, pass me the thing! The sooner the better!”

    Jeff quickly rushed and passed the captain something; a small blue bottle with a red liquid inside. The captain quickly passed it to me, there was little liquid on it, like a shot.

    “You’ll have to drink that lad, you can choose not to but I wouldn’t recommend it”.

    I gulped the thing quickly. It tasted bitter and I made a face. The captain smiled.

    “Poor guy!”

    “No! I wanted that one!”

    “Be kind captain! Or not!” Jeff joked.

    Booming laughter and noise and many more reactions exploded. And soon the captain started to talk again.

    “ You see lads, I found that this winter I have been experiencing some troubles due to the cold temperatures. I can’t shit without freezing my ass, not to think about my poor willie!” He moved his hips suggestively.

    “So I came up with a solution, why freeze my underparts when there’s a perfectly good and warm toilet right here that I can use? And perfectly adjusted to human comfort too” He squeezed me harder.

    Oh gahd. He was not suggesting… I felt a pit in my stomach as reality dawned on me. I couldn’t even hear the ruckus building on the back.

    It must have reflected in my face, because the captain instantly turned to me with a wide grin. He released me from the headlock and manhandled me with both arms, his grip strong as iron as I was forced to look him in the eyes.

    “So what do you say lad, the easy way or the hard way? I’m up for both and I don’t think you want the plank after so much time here, am I right?”

    I shook my head.

    “ Then kneel lad, I’m pissing myself and up for a demonstration” He laughed as he pushed my shoulders down, my knees giving up before I could caught myself. I stared up at him; he was grinning.

    At waist eye level, I found watching the captain untying his belt. Slowly, ever so slowly – As if giving an expectable – humiliatingly I waited and as he finally pulled his pants just below the balls I stared at a humongous example of a cock. It was long, It was wide, it was hairy and it had a pungent smell of sweat and pee and cum.

    It twitched.

    “What are you waiting lad? Go down on it! I’m freezing!” He swinged his hips, dickslapping me in the face hard enough to leave my cheek tingling. A red mark surely on my face. “Lad, if you don’t go down on it by the time of three I will show you the hard way”

    “One”

    “Down on it! Down on it! Down on it!” The crew cheered

    “Two” I stared at it, the warm smell hitting me in the face.

    “Just do it David! You don’t want the Captain mad!”

    “Down on it! Down on it!”

    “Thre-“

    Before he finished the sentence I was already opening my mouth, taking the monster inside of me – I felt it in slow motion – descending upon the captain’s cock as I opened my mouth and took it as deep as I could in a single motion.

    “ Ahh~, good job, that sure hits a spot. But you can do better” He pushed my head down on him, as his still soft cock went down my throat and my nose buried under his hairy pelvis. I inhaled through my nose, his stench filling me inside and I swear I could taste it as he squeezed my hair “Good good”

    “But still not what I want from you lad, I want you to open your mouth more and put my balls IN” he said, squeezing my jaw. I opened my mouth more and tried to get them in, but all I could achieve forcing myself to the limit was to get my tongue out.

    I whimpered.

    “Oh well, that’ll have to do. Keep your tongue out as much as you can so my balls can have a blanket okay? We’ll solve this problem soon enough”. I did as I was told. I had a big tongue and so after I got most of it out I unfortunately by luck managed to cover most of his musty balls.

    “Finally” He said, he took a swig of a bottle someone had passed to him as if to remind me of my destiny, he then squared his footing, opening his legs and yanking me with his movement. He then took my hair pushing me in as he thrusted.

    “Ah- Aaaah~” He sighed in relief. “This was a great idea”

    A hot liquid started to flow in my mouth and throat, burning me. It was bitter and hot, as expected from someone who drank regularly, and its smell filled my nose and mouth; my breath was going to suffer. His dick started swelling, both from the pee and from the pleasure he clearly was enjoying by debasing me.

    It was a long and generous piss, one of those which even the person peeing doesn’t know when it’s gonna end. Eventually it ended, but even as it did he didn’t just pull it out – no – he waited, getting comfortable and enjoying the feeling of my warm mouth around his dick on a winter night, as if I was just a tool meant to heat his cock.

    “Suck the rest” he commanded, and soon I reluctantly sucked the remaining urine out of his urethra and chugged the last droplets of pee from his cock. “Convenient” he said and smiled at his own joke.

    He finally got out, slapping me in the cheek two times with his dick as if to clean himself on me, again.

    “You go lad! It wasn’t so hard was it?” He said as he raised his pants. The crowd cheered.

    “ Are you crazy? And I have to do that for a week?!” I screamed, and as soon as it escaped my mouth I knew of my error. I went pale and inclined my head hoping for forgiveness.

    It was silent for a single moment as I looked up.

    He met my eyes and smiled, a sadist grin that promised nothing good.

    “I was hoping you would ask” I gulped, the taste of the aftermath still in my mouth.

    “No lad, you don’t have to do just that” He turned to the crew, his voice booming as he asked “Tell me boys, what else does a man do on the toilet?”

    The crew responded. Cheering laughter, pity and thrill filling the crowd.

    “Well it’s called shitter and not pisser for a reason Cap!”

    “Well of course, shit!”

    “Releasing the beast captain!”

    “Takin’ a big ol’ crap of course”

    Variants of this answer sounded all around, as his crew seemed to seal his destiny he couldn’t help but feel a pit deep into his stomach, already expecting what’s to come.

    “Well you heard them didn’t you? I’ve been holding back for a while but since you seem so eager to do a full demonstration of your duties then that makes it all the easier!”

    The pit in my stomach deepened. I whimpered quietly, no more than a squeak; that seemed to encourage him, as his smile widened and his eyes burned in a cruel light.

    “You’re in for a ride lad, I haven’t been able to take a crap in days with this cold” He paused, and the pirates laughed, finding drunken amusement in the suffering. “Can someone pass us some rags for the boy to lie down?”

    Someone rushed down and quickly threw a blanket made of rags, it was dirty – dirtier than usual – with stains and a strong smell of fermented sweat.

    “Perfect! Now lie down, take off your shirt and put it behind your head boy, I want direct contact for maximum heat and comfort and I won’t have you getting a pillow dirty” I looked up at him, and at his huge size.

    I took off my shirt, and then my pants and the rest of my clothes leaving me only in my stained white underwear. I expected I would need the extra support.

    “ That’s the attitude!” The captain said as I laid down. “Now’s my turn”

    The captain squatted in front of my face, pulling down the back of his pants to reveal the underwear he was wearing.

    “I did you a favor before, but it’s your duty after all so you take it off” I leaned, raising my hands as he slapped them away “With your teeth” he threatened.

    Straining myself, practically doing a push up to reach the dirty briefs with my mouth and using my teeth to catch them. As I bit down on them, an acrid taste entered my mouth. I tried to pull them down in one go but to no avail. I went up again, feeling the heat on my face as I tried and failed. His unwashed underwear was between my teeth as his big buttocks impeded the tight briefs from going down and I wondered If he chose them for this exact reason.

    I had to get closer, pushing my face against his ass and I felt a slimy substance sticking to my face. ‘Don’t think about it, don’t think about it’. Up and down I rubbed against his ass, changing position to reveal his crack and ass. My nose rubbed against his crack many times as I had to be close to it to find purchase. I was notified with a yank when my job was done.

    “ Good good, now lie down and stick out your tongue!” The captain said.

    I lied down and soon his newly revealed ass covered my whole vision. It was hairy and I could feel his heat increase as he descended, the smell was intense and I thought I could see rests of shit forming clumps in his asshair. Soon he took seat.

    He moved around, humping my face until my tongue was in direct contact with his anus.

    “Now lick it, I want to relax” he commanded.

    I refused, I couldn’t. The smell was already bad and I couldn’t imagine how bad it would taste.

    “I said lick it lad!” He moved across my face, putting more weight into me and pressing me against the floor. “If you think this is bad lad then you don’t know what’s coming, defy me for a single moment and I’ll make sure every one of the marines take a turn on you AFTER I finish”

    I made a pathetic sound and I reluctantly stuck my tongue out, and started licking. As soon as I did, a booming fart boomed on my face, burning my tongue and making me lightheaded. I trashed about instinctively but he didn’t budge, his weight pressing me to the floor.

    “Bahahaha! That was a good one, but I’m not satisfied with this anymore lad. You should be thankful you were assigned to me. And so to show your eagerness you will stick your tongue in, helping me directly to loose up my insides so I can take a good shit, and don’t even think about sticking it out for any reason unless I say so”

    I cried a little as I stuck my tongue into his asshole, the taste was horrid and the smell was already ínstense from shit and sweat.

    “Ahh that feels good lad, now I can finally focus on my business. How hard was it to behave as a good ass heater eh? Now maintain those lips sealed good” He laughed, joined by the rest of the pirates.

    Soon the onslaught began.

    I felt his ass tighten against my tongue and the loosen as the first fart came. It filled my cheeks and came out of my nose as I tasted the smell of something that must’ve been building for a while.

    He wasn’t lying when he said he hadn’t crapped in a while.

    “THPPTPHTPHPHHPH”

    “Prrrprrt”

    “Frrt”

    It continued, hot farts vibrating against my tongue and burning my mouth.

    “Pfft” the putrid smell of the silent fart filled me, and I was filled with nausea – but even then the gagging didn’t come – soon something touched my tongue.

    “Ungh “ the Captain grunted, “Pull your tongue out, and put it underneath my hole as a bridge lad, I know you have those lips sealed but I can feel this is a big one and I don’t want any mess” he said struggling.

    Soon enough my tongue was placed under his convulsing asshole.

    “Ungh, ghg. Grrngh.” I felt his weight descend on my head, pressing my face as his cheeks expanded and contracted with effort. “ Prepare yourself lad! I can’t stop now!”

    I Inhaled deeply, the putrid air filling me, and with a last fart as warning as he pushed and a giant turd monster came out.

    The captain grunted.

    It was huge, and after a short moment it was already filling my mouth as my lips stretched to try and fit it in. It slipped through my tongue and directly into my throat, a taste bitter and putrid like no other filling me.

    It was acrid and salty, and nausea filled me again as it filled me; and it did. There was no place in my mouth empty as the slimy yet firm turd slided down me. It was as if I was nothing but a pipe for the thing to pass through.

    I thrashed about my legs, twitching as it filled my throat and I found my hands finding purchase on the captain’s gigantic legs as I panicked.

    “Ggh, It’s a giant! I’m sorry son It seems my genius surpassed me! I planned to give you some time to chew but this is a monster! You’ll have to take it in one go! I’ll try to make it fast but *pffft* Ungh, this will be a hard one!” He pushed, his glutes every movement pressuring against my head.

    The log continued to come, sliding down my tongue and into my throat, scraping against my mouth. It was the kind of shit that clogged a toilet and now I was on the lowest end of the deal.

    “Ungh, fuck” the captain cursed, he leaned down, grabbed my arms and pulled. Hard. “Ugh!”

    “Mmh! Mmm!” I tried to make a sound but found myself choked. He pulled harder, as if he was trying to close the distance between my mouth and whatever he had inside of him.

    “Pfft” “Prppt” farts inflated my cheeks and more shit came out.

    “Argh! The captain pulled my arms. Using me as a support point so he could push harder his log into my mouth.

    My arms hurt, my mouth hurt, and my throat ached. It was the most grueling humiliating experience I’ve ever had.

    I was lightheaded. Time had passed and I didn’t know how I had survived so much without air as the giant shit I struggled to swallow continued almost descending on its own.

    But with a final tug on my arms I thought would pull them out of their sockets. The other end of the turd came.

    “Arrgh!”

    “PRpptpt” A fart and a small amount of runny shit entered my mouth.

    “ Haa Haa haa… that was hard” Panting above me, the captain’s grip relaxed, seemingly relieved. He leaned back crushing my head as if forgetting I was there. Then seemingly remembering me he spoke “Oh, chew that for now, I’ll stay here”

    I chewed and swallowed, now truly tasting the awful shit I had just been subjected to but wanting nothing more than to finally end the ordeal.

    “That had to be one of the biggest I’ve had, shame I can’t really see it” he rambled.

    As I finished, the Captain spoke to me once more.

    “Lick me clean boy” he said tired. I did as I was told, the surface of my tongue felt every single hair and clump as I did, the lump of muscle palpitating. “Ohh, that feels good boy, you can’t imagine how hard that was.”

    For real? He makes me pass through all that and the first thing he thinks is about how much he suffered?!

    He stopped, thinking “Once you finish, continue massaging my anus, it really aches after that whole ordeal, you get me right?”

    “Mmmm!” I cried, trying to protest.

    “Great! your face is comfortably warm lad and I really have to catch my breath and relax after that”

    his stomach grumbled

    “Prrpttpt” a wet fart assaulted me, my face bouncing but I fought through it and continued cleaning.

    “Don’t forget to stick it in boy” I inserted my tongue to clean his hole from the inside. His intestines pulsing.

    Minutes passed, and after a time that seemed to extend without end and a few more silent farts the captain finally stood up.

    Pulling up his pants he stared at me. My face was hot and red, humid from sweat that wasn’t just mine. I reeked.

    “Stand up and go to my quarters and rest boy, this was a great demonstration of your duties. But there are still 6 days left and I want you available at all times, I’ll finish giving the others their tasks for now”

    I slowly stood up, and the captain clapped my back.

    The crew cheered. They laughed and thrashed about.

    I walked, shamefully, to the captain quarters.

    Just before entering I looked back.

    Wondering

    Which will be their duties?

  • My life in submission to an Asian man

    Normal disclaimers: This story is fiction. It contains graphic depictions of sex between men. If it is illegal for you to read it, don’t. Thanks!

    This scene has some sexual torture in it and some other pain play that may be a turn off to some readers. Feel free to skip over it, it’s not terribly important to the story.

    Please let me know in the comments or in an email if you have any recommendations (especially for the Asianwashing), anything you’d like to see or any feedback!


    A camera was set on on a tripod, low enough that while I was on my knees, my legs spread wide to emphasize my locked nub it was right in my face. Most of this would be shot on phones, but Alex bought a nice camera for some of the videos he intended to make of me. Armando stood behind the camera, smiling warmly — and a bit lustily — as he monitored the recording.

    We’d been over the lines I would say a few times, so plus the fact that I would adlib most of it we were ready to film my introduction video. Alex and Nhan spent about 10 minutes discussing some of the ideas Alex had. He made it clear that they were just suggestions and that as promised I was on loan and Nhan was, for all practical purposes, my master and owner for the day. The only rules were that I not be permanently physically damaged, we couldn’t do anything illegal, and there would be no piss or scat.

    I was so thrilled as I looked into the camera that my hands were shaking in rhythm with my rapid heartbeat. Alex and Nhan stood over me to either side, fully dressed but their cocks hanging out of their flies. I looked up at Nhan and he nodded. The camera was already rolling.

    “My name is-“ Alex’s semi-hard cock smacked the top of my head, making me stutter. “- Jesse Yamazaki-Wook.“

    Nhan’s fully hard cock thumped on the top of my head. The two Asian Men were chuckling as they started a steady beat of their cocks on my head. I did my best now to speak steadily as if the delicious big Asian cocks weren’t distracting.

    “That’s obviously not my real name, since I’m a lowly, inferior whitey that’s not my real name,” I continued. 

    We’d picked a J name for my porn star first name, then two last names of actors I found sexy from some of the TV and movies Alex had me watching: Kento Yamazaki to replace Alex’s Japanese last name Tanaka and Wood Ji-Chang to reflect his Korean heritage, all while keeping my Asian master anonymous and my own real name private. 

    “I live in Texas, where I have come to realize the truth that, due to evolution, whites are naturally inferior to Asians and nature says our place is to worship and serve Asians,” I continued. “I’m embracing my natural role by submitting as a slave to my Asian owner, along with whatever other Asian Men he invites to enjoy my body.”

    The cocks stopped thumping against my head and face and the two Asian Men started rubbing the heads of their cocks on my cheeks, spreading precum everywhere. Armando panned the camera down slightly and zoomed out, showing my full body, including my locked dick.

    “Being a slave, I don’t have any need for my milky little whitey dick, so it’s locked permanently,” I said, now ad libbing. “I love it that way. A whitey trash colonizer like me has no need for a dick. I know that it’s time to embrace Asian Supremacy, to recognize that my Asian superiors could colonize me no matter what I want but that they’re more moral than my ancestors and give me the choice to continue living the same pointless existence or to submit and embrace flipping the tables. Having my barbarian existence transformed by Asian colonization of my hole, my mouth, my body, my life.”

    Both of my superiors obviously enjoyed hearing that, because their precum output practically doubled. I planned on going further, but Alex suddenly took a fistful of my hair and turned my head toward his cock, using his other hand to open my mouth. Quick, deep thrusts sent his cock into my throat, 10 in a row, then he pulled my head off him and turned me to face Nhan, who did the same.

    When Nhan pulled his cock out of my mouth, just those 20 thrusts had my eyes watering as I turned back to the camera and smiled, genuinely joyful as I delivered my last line of the intro video.

    “I’m Jesse, and I love being dominated and used by Asian Men!”

    The recording was stopped, then a new one started before Nhan shocked me, taking a fistful of my hair and pulling me up to my feet,, guiding me to the bed. The pain in my scalp cleared my mind and I forgot the existence of the camera recording us.

    At the side of the bed, Nhan roughly shoved me down atop the comforter and flipped me onto my back. Tears welling in my eyes as an involuntary reaction from the pain, I blinked several times as he got on the bed and straddled me. Again my hair was held tightly in his hand as he straddled my lower chest. His cock, so beautiful and throbbing, was standing proudly and I opened my mouth instinctively as he yanked my head up by the hair.

    I yelped in pain but the cry was cut short as Nhan wasted no time driving that amazing cock all the way into my throat. He let go of my hair and grabbed my head with both hands, one on either side, and fucked my skull.

    “Stupid worthless white faggot!” Nhan roared as he fucked my throat, making me gag as tears ran messily down my cheeks. “Take my Viet cock, cracker. So lucky you get to taste it. Yeah, you fucking stupid mayoskin whore.”

    He was brutal with the pace and power. I felt like I was suffocating on his cock, something I’d learned to enjoy with my Master but not a feeling I’d been trained to endure when it came with this much aggression and force. My body reacted involuntarily, a hand finding its way to his thigh and pushing. Nhan pulled out and again took me by the hair. Eyes blurry, coughing and sputtering for breath, body trembling and lungs burning, I looked up at him intending to apologize and just in time to see the rage in his eyes before his open palm slammed into my cheek. I felt my hole face go hot and the rest of my body turn ice cold.

    “The fuck you think you are, whitey?” he growled. “You don’t push an Asian man away.”

    Another smack, this time backhanded across my other cheek.

    “Don’t you ever try to stop an Asian man from using your pathetic, inferior whitey boy throat,” he barked.

    “I’m sorry sir!” I blurted out, my voice rough. “I’m sorry! I’m so-“

    My “sorry” was cut short as he he used my open mouth as an opportunity to shove his cock back in to the hilt, his pelvis smashing my nose, making it sting, and smooth balls resting for only a half second before he started ravaging my face again.

    “You’re gonna learn to obey Asian men, you stupid piece of white trash,” he growled through clinched teeth. “Look me in the eyes when I’m using your throat, faggot.”

    Eyes slammed shut and my focus shattered by the brutality of the throat fuck, it took me a half second to process his command. That delay earned me a smack to the back of my head milliseconds before my eyes opened. Sight totally blurred by wet eyes, I looked up seeing just the shape of Nhan’s pretty, masculine, youthful face. I could almost imagine the scowl of contempt as he brutally drilled my mouth. Gagging and sucking in whatever air I could each time he pulled back, I maintained my consciousness in part by sheer will. 

    But I quickly noticed one thing that confused me: I was loving it. As the thick mushroom head forced itself into my throat and Nhan’s pubes smashed into my nose to leave me with a constant stinging sensation and his balls smacked my chin, I was filled with excitement. The pain was amazing. I found myself even thinking that choking to unconsciousness on Nhan’s cock would be incredibly hot and fulfilling.

    An Asian Man, my high school crush whose cock I’d sucked (albeit less aggressively) countless times was hurting me and it turned him on. The pain definitely turned me on, too, but even more than that I felt ecstatic that Nhan was enjoying my pain. It was a transcendent experience to have this Asian Man objectify me to the point where my pain was only consequential so far as his satisfaction was concerned. And it was spiritually nourishing to submit to Nhan’s abuse at the command of my Asian Master, my Asian Owner.

    The “play” part of raceplay was obviously over. As I felt precum stream out of my locked nub and down my tight balls, pulled forward by my useless dick trying pointlessly to get fully hard in the cage, I realized I had embraced Asian Supremacy as my own personal worldview. 

    It felt liberating!

    I was pulled from my pain-induced meditation when Nhan yanked his cock fully from my mouth. Coughing and sputtering for breath I did my best to keep my eyes on him as he’d ordered. I could hear him panting. It filled me with peace even as I struggled to regain my outward composure to hear those labored breaths and know he was enjoying using me so much it left him winded.

    Finally breathing normally after about 10 seconds, thoughtlessly I croaked, “Thank you, Sir.”

    My eyes were cleared enough that I could see a satisfied smirk appear on his face. That made me feel good. 

    After a minute to catch his breath and admire my sloppy cocksucking white male face, Nhan kicked the insides of each thigh, telling me to spread my legs. I did, and he dropped to his knees between them. 

    “Look at this,” he said with a laugh, looking toward Alex and the camera. 

    Suddenly I remembered we weren’t alone. I looked at Alex to see pride on his face. I’d submitted and endured the first assault and even thanked my Master’s guest for using me so roughly. I’d been a good boy, at least so far.

    Alex stepped forward with camera in hand and an amused smile played across his face when he saw Nhan holding his Asian Cock over my locked whiteboy nub. 

    “For all I know, this white clit is bigger than my Asian cock unlocked,” Nhan said, looking me in the eye. “But it doesn’t matter. It’s locked up and it’ll never be used again. The only pleasure you’ll get for the rest of your pathetic whitey life will come from Asian Men.”

    I felt my heart flutter and butterflies in my stomach.

    “Yes, sir!” I answered, my voice excited but still hoarse. “That’s the way it should be, sir.”

    Nhan smiled down at me, a mean expression betraying sadistic intent. He took his rock hard cock in his right hand and slapped it down on my balls, making me squirm. My balls were so full of cum and begging for release, but what he said next didn’t surprise me.

    “You white males don’t get to cum unless an Asian Man decides he wants you to,” Nhan said, his tone venomous, his right hand lubing up his beautiful cock. “I don’t want you to cum. I wanna see you suffer. But I know whites don’t have self control, so if you get close you’re going to say ‘close’ and I’m gonna stop fucking until your nub calms down. If you cum, I’m gonna ravage your hole till I’m done, then I’m gonna punish you. Do you understand me, boy?”

    He lined his cock up with my hole as he asked that question.

    “Yes, sir,” I answered, then moaned in pleasure-laced pain as he shoved that cock in balls deep right as I said ‘sir.’

    Nhan wasted no time, immediately bending over me and grabbing ahold of my neck with his lubey right hand, applying light pressure as he fucked me like a jackhammer. The pain coursed through my body as if carried by my veins, followed closely by ecstasy with each thrust of his Asian cock into my white boypussy. 

    He was careful with the angle of his fucking, intentionally avoiding my g-spot. I was loving this, but that was just a byproduct of his pleasure. And, of course, his pleasure was all that mattered. He was an Asian man borrowing my slave body from my Asian Master, and I’m a good slave that knows his place serving Asian men and purpose giving Asian men pleasure.

    Hearing my moans lose their edge of pain, Nhan locked eyes with me and spit in my face. Then he took his right hand from my throat and brought his open palm down on my left cheek, the slap echoing in the room along with my yelp.

    “Fuckin’ white bitch slut,” Nhan growled. “Take this Asian cock.”

    He kept fucking me, occasionally slapping my face or body if he thought I was enjoying myself too much for about 10 minutes before he brushed his cock against my g-spot.

    “Close!” I whined. “Close, sir!”

    Nhan yanked himself fully from me and grabbed my balls, squeezing them and yanking them down hard. I cried out and involuntarily reached to stop him but Nhan was fasted. He grabbed my by the throat with his free and and shoved me down, putting all his pressure on my throat and cutting off my airway. Panic set in, my eyes wide as I felt pain like electricity shock my whole body, radiating from my abused balls.

    He let up on the pressure on my throat almost immediately and kept that left hand on my throat. Releasing my balls, Nhan shoved back into me without a word. Finding his rhythm again almost instantly, Nhan spat on my face again and used his right hand to rub his saliva all over my face before sticking his index and middle finger into my open, gasping mouth. 

    Nhan looked like the same guy I’d sucked off in high school, only slightly more mature, but the look of contempt on his face as he locked eyes with me left me feeling weak. His power and natural Asian authority were so present in his expression, in his hard eyes. My mouth watered as I felt him fuck into my white boypussy, feeling his length abuse my hole causing me to remember the silky feel of his steel-hard cock on my lips and in my mouth. 

    I thought back to all those times servicing his cock in the back of his car. I didn’t realize it until now, but his selfish and demanding nature as he used my mouth and throat to cum and then kicked me out of his car, got in his drivers seat and drove away without even so much as letting me take my white dick out of my pants had conditioned me for this. 

    I wondered as Nhan grabbed each of my thighs and pushed my legs back, folding me in half,  if he was doing it consciously, shaping me into a submissive plaything that would embrace Asian Supremacy in raceplay. I wouldn’t put it past him, but intentional or not that was obviously the effect. 

    I was thankful to him for it.

    Nhan picked up the pace and put more force behind his thrusts. Not stopping his power fuck, he flipped me into my side. He bent down over me and grabbed my neck with both hands. He growled, tightened his grip to choke me and shoved his cock hard and fast in and out six times before yanking out, flipping me back onto my back and unloading six thick shots of cum onto my locked white dicklet. Seeing his ecstasy, watching him shoot and feeling his cum run into the cage and down my balls and along my taint filled me with satisfaction. My balls hurt from a mix of blue balls and the abuse he gifted them, my neck and throat were sore from the choking, my face was warm from the slapping, my breathing heavy, my brain immersed in a practically psychoactive cocktail of hormones and natural chemicals.

    It never failed to surprise me how much I enjoyed and now even craved being used selfishly and aggressively by Alex and, I now realized, any other Asian Man he decided to share me with.

    Nhan panted as he knelt above me for about 45 seconds, then smacked my left thigh.

    “Thank you, sir,” I managed breathily.

    Nhan quirked a grin before he stood and left me there on the bed, a weak mess. He went to the bathroom to clean up and Alex came up to me, a lusty and sadistic grin on his face. He focused on my abused hole, my cum-covered cage and balls, then my face.

    “How was that?” Alex asked me.

    “Amazing, Goshujinsama,” I said without thinking. “It’s an honor to make an Asian Man cum, and even better since my Master enjoyed watching it.”

    Alex smiled, now an expression of pride.

    “Good boy,” he said, messing my hair. “Good white boy.”


    Author’s note: I know this one is a bit shorter but I wanted to get another chapter up, since it’s been so long. As always, I’ll update when I can but can’t promise a timeline and apologize for delays.

  • Pimped Out, Shackled

    After my stroll through the maze, finding nothing, I sat in the lounge of the bath house and watched the gay porn on the screen. I jerked my cock, just needing a bit of rest before I started wandering again. I caressed my hand over my ripped body and teased my hole with my finger in between my muscular bubble butt. It was quiet where I was and when I was just about finished with my rest and ready to get lost through the maze and levels again, a man appeared from out of nowhere and sat down on the couch next to me. He watched the porn with me or at least pretended to, using it to hide the fact he was watching me.

    I looked at him and realised it was the big beefy salt-and-pepper-haired daddy that had sat next to me in the spa and was eyeing me the whole time. He undid his towel and in the corner of my eye I saw a massive piece of meat spring up in all its hardness.

    Whoa, I thought. I want that dick inside me.

    I turned to him and with my one free hand, reached over and started jerking him off.

    I looked in his eyes. There was a big smile across his face. I could tell what he was thinking. He was thinking, yes! Finally bagged me a ripped hunk to shoot my load into.

    He still didn’t say anything, just got up off the couch and nudged his head in the direction he wanted me to follow him. I followed him and he led me into one of the lockable sex rooms. It was special though because on the wall there were restraints and a built-in blindfold. He locked the door behind me and as soon as I turned around to face him, he pushed me down on to his cock.

    ‘Suck it boy,’ he said, pulling on the back of my head.

    I took the full shaft of his 9-inch cock, choking on it as it bashed against the back of my throat.

    ‘Oh yeah, does a stud like you love taking dick?’ he said, twisting his nipples.

    ‘Yes sir,’ I answered.

    ‘Yeah? You going to let sir pimp you out boy?’

    I looked up at him curiously as he pulled me up and forced me over to the restraints. He clipped me in and blindfolded me.

    ‘Here’s what’s going to happen boy. Sir is going to shoot a load inside you and then he’s going to leave the door open and let whoever I like to come in and load you up until I’m satisfied you’ve taken enough dick. You want that boy?’

    I submitted to him. ‘Oh, fuck yes sir,’ I said.

    ‘Good boy,’ he said, as I felt him rub lube up into my hole with his fingers. ‘Fuck that’s a hot ass. You work out boy? Do a lot of squats?’

    ‘I’m a trainer sir. Squats are my favourite. Any type of butt workout I love.’

    ‘Yeah? What about this one?’ he asked as he shoved his massive 9-inch cock inside me.

    A grunted as I felt it slam all the way inside me. He left his cock inside me as he caressed my muscled body. ‘That’s it boy, you like master’s cock?’

    ‘Yes sir, fuck me please sir.’

    ‘Good boy, you’re mine,’ he said as he slid in and out of me, gently but intense as if he wanted me to feel every inch of him as he caressed every inch of me. ‘Do you like master fucking you like this?’

    ‘Yes sir.’

    ‘Yeah? You like being made love to?’

    ‘Yes sir.’

    ‘Good boy,’ he answered increasing his pace until he was slamming me from behind. ‘Here it comes,’ he said, as he fucked me brutally. ‘Oh! I’m coming!’ He grunted as i felt his cum pulsing into my hole. ‘Thats it boy. Thats a big load for your hole. You want more?’

    ‘Yes sir.’

    ‘Good boy. Wait here.’

    He slid out of me, and my ass dripped with his cum as i waited for him. I heard him breathing by the door as men walked past. I focused on the sound of music blasting on the sound system as he dismissed men, he didn’t see fit to seed me. Then I heard him appeal to someone, who, by the sounds i heard was gushing in the doorway at the sight of my ass.

    ‘You like?’ My master asked.

    ‘Fuck yeah! He’s fucking ripped! That ass!’

    ‘You want to have a go?’

    ‘Oh my god, fuck yeah! How much?’

    Wait … was he charging them to breed me?! No! I couldn’t let this happen! No! I tried pulling myself loose, but the restraints held me tight. I was helpless and was secretly excited that in hindsight i was going to be pimped out and raped by some dirty filthy men.

    ‘$300.’

    ‘$300?!’

    $300?! That cheap? I thought

    ‘That steep?!’ The man said to master.

    ‘Thats actually pretty good. You’re allowed to breed him. He wants your seed drizzling out of him.’

    ‘Oh fuck! deal! Here!’ He said, he must have given him money.

    ‘Go on,’ said master. The man came up behind me with a hard 7-inch cock. It wasn’t as big as master’s but the guy knew how to use it. He wasn’t built or ripped. He felt large and hairy. Not as fit as i would have liked fucking me but i was to do as the master commanded and it was clear he was going to get more money from this guy for my ass. He slipped in and grabbed my body.

    ‘Oh wow,’ he said, starting to fuck me. ‘Oh yes, yes, yes!’ He ripped into me and slammed his cock. He asked me if i liked it and wanted it harder and i said yes please. He slapped my ass and said i was the hottest boy he’d ever fucked. At the same time, master was securing another deal by the door.

    ‘Its $300 to breed him.’

    ‘Would he like me?’

    ‘It’s not about that,’ master said. ‘It’s about my boy taking as much cum up his ass as i like. You get to have a hot ripped model all to yourself to blow into. Interested?’ The new guy practically through his money at master as the guy fucking me pulled out and blew all over my ass. He wiped it with his hand and spread it all over my back.

    ‘I want more of you boy,’ he whispered in my ear. ‘Come find me in the sling room later.’ He stepped aside as the next man slipped inside me and had his way with me. It went on like this for a while. Man after man blew in my hole until I was gushing. Master closed the door and unshackled me. He picked me up with all his strength and held me in his arms. He kissed me and said id been a good boy. He laid down on the mat on the floor and slipped inside me and made me ride him. My dick was hard and throbbing and if he was going to keep fucking me like he was, this wasn’t going to last long.

     ‘Blow all over me boy,’ he said as he fucked me brutally.

    His cock kept hitting my prostate and I could my orgasm coming. I called out in ecstasy as my ass clenched on his massive cock and my jizz sprayed all over him.

    ‘Good boy,’ he said, pulling me down to him. He kissed me and held me in his arms. ‘You made me a lot of money tonight boy. I hope you had fun.’

    ‘Can I get some of that action?’ I asked.

    ‘Sure, but do you want more with me than just to be pimped out today?’

    I was curious. ‘What are you offering?’

    ‘Come to my home and find out.’

  • The Melting Point: A Tale of Sensuality and Surrender

    Hello everyone, I hope you are doing well. Today, I’m excited to share a story with you. I’ve been carrying this story with me for a long time. Now, I’m finally ready to share it with the world. Are you ready to listen?


    I am Shah Rukh, a 24-year-old man from Delhi. I have a circumcised penis with a cone-shaped head, black in color, and approximately 7 inches in length. I have always been curious about having sex with men. I discovered Grindr, a gay dating app, where I encountered many people, including Faizan. He was a very cute guy, standing at 5 feet 10 inches tall, with fair skin and a large, white, circumcised penis. He was 20 years old. We began chatting, which transitioned into phone calls. After several phone conversations, we finally decided to meet. It was our first meeting, and I was both excited and nervous.

     

    I asked him to meet me at Select Citywalk Mall, and I would pick him up from there. When I arrived, he was already there. I saw him smiling, and I still can’t forget his face. He was blushing and avoiding eye contact. I took him to the food court at Select Citywalk Mall, Saket, Delhi. While we were eating, we had a lot of conversation. Finally, the time came when we were supposed to experience intimacy. We had been anticipating this moment since we started chatting. I had already booked a room at an OYO hotel before meeting him. I took him there. First, I took all the necessary precautions while entering the hotel. It was my first time visiting an OYO with a man, so I was both afraid and excited. We completed the check-in formalities, and as we entered our room, I opened the curtains of the glass wall.

    It was April, so I turned on the air conditioner. We cuddled each other so tightly that we could feel each other’s breath and hear each other’s heartbeat. I didn’t realize when our lips locked, and our kiss deepened into a passionate embrace. I can’t forget how soft and sweet his pink lips were. He explored my mouth with his tongue, and I tasted his saliva. It was the first time I had kissed a guy so passionately. From his lips, I moved to his eyes, then his earlobes and finally his cheeks, licking them all tenderly. When I gently bit his earlobe, he shivered. I moved down to his neck, licking it gently, and left three love bites that quickly turned red and then purple.

    Then, I took off his t-shirt, and I was amazed to see two rosy nipples on his pale skin. I can’t describe the feeling when I first saw them. I immediately began to play with them, gently twisting my tongue around them. They were so pink and sensitive. I licked them vigorously, and he began to moan with pleasure. He rubbed my head against his nipples as I continued to suck on them intensely. They tasted incredible. I bit them gently, pulling them with my lips. It took me about 15 minutes to fully explore his nipples. When I finally stopped, I noticed his entire chest had turned a shade of red. He then urged me to repeat the process on his other nipple.

    I was sucking on both of his nipples. Then I moved down to his navel. I retrieved two or three ice cubes from the refrigerator (it was April, so the air conditioner was on). I dripped some melted ice cream onto his navel. He shivered because the room was quite chilly, and the air conditioner was set to a low temperature. To add to the chill, I placed an ice cube on his navel and began to kiss it. I then proceeded to melt the ice cream and spread it across his body, licking it off as I went.

    Next, I scooped out two small portions of ice cream and placed them on his nipples, licking them sensuously. He moaned loudly. Once I had finished applying the ice cream all over his body, I paused for a moment to admire him. He opened his eyes, and we resumed our passionate kiss.

    He then removed my t-shirt. I was fully aroused. He unbuckled my pants, and my erection was clearly visible through my underwear. I had prominent veins on my penis. He pressed his lips against my underwear, rubbing them against it. Suddenly, he pulled down my underwear, and my penis swung freely in the air. He began sniffing around the head of my penis and then moved down towards my testicles, gently playing with them. He took both of them into his mouth and then proceeded to lick all around my penis, including the shaft and the area between my thighs. When he finally took the head of my penis into his mouth, I felt euphoric.

    My eyes involuntarily closed due to the overwhelming pleasure. He began to suck deeply. As he sucked on my penis, I felt a powerful sensation, and I instinctively started deep-throating him. I thrust deeply into his mouth, pulling on his hair as I continued to move. He gagged, but I was so lost in pleasure that I didn’t realize I might be hurting him. He was struggling to breathe and tried to signal me to stop, but my eyes were closed, and I couldn’t see his expression. He couldn’t speak because my penis was still deep within his throat. Finally, he slapped my thigh, and I realized I had been hurting him. His eyes were filled with tears. I immediately pulled out, gasping for air, and profusely apologized.

    ‘No worries,’ he said, ‘I was enjoying it too, Shah Rukh.’ I hugged him tightly and gently licked away his tears. They tasted salty. We resumed our passionate kiss. This time, I could feel my cum release deep within his mouth as I continued to thrust. We kissed for nearly ten minutes, enjoying the afterglow of our intense encounter.

    The time we had been craving for months had finally arrived. I turned him over and placed a pillow under his stomach so I could clearly see his beautiful buttocks. As I spread his cheeks apart, I was mesmerized by the sight. His anus was a perfect, baby pink color, tightly closed with delicate lines. A small, puckered hole was visible between the two rounded cheeks. I couldn’t resist sniffing them; the scent was incredibly arousing. I began to lick around his anus, and he moaned softly, squeezing his cheeks together.

    After about five minutes of licking, his anus began to quiver and slightly open. I offered him one of my fingers to suck. Then, I carefully inserted one finger into his rectum. He moaned loudly; it was his first time. To enhance the experience, I asked him to relax his sphincter. I went to the kitchen, melted some butter in a bowl, and brought it back to the bedroom.

    I resumed licking his anus, which was now relaxed enough to accommodate some liquid. I slowly dripped the melted butter into his anus using a spoon. Once it was full, I instructed him to squeeze his cheeks. As he did so, the excess butter flowed out. I eagerly lapped it up with my tongue. He was ecstatic.

    He urged me to fuck him, saying he couldn’t wait any longer. I dipped my penis in the bowl of butter, placed a hand on his waist, and began to rub my penis against his anus. Initially, it wouldn’t enter, but with the help of the butter, it slid inside smoothly and forcefully. 

    He cried out, ‘Please, please be gentle! I can’t take it!’ I kissed him passionately to calm him down while slowly increasing the depth of penetration.

    Soon, he was enjoying it. He arched his back against me, and the room was filled with the rhythmic sounds of our bodies. He cried out, ‘Fuck me, fuck me hard, Shah Rukh! Oh yes, Shah Rukh! Right there! Harder!’ I continued to thrust for about ten minutes.

    We changed positions. He lay on his back, and I placed his legs on my shoulders. His anus was perfectly exposed, opening and closing rhythmically. I spit on his anus and thrust my penis inside with such force that he gasped and cried out. I continued to penetrate him deeply, and we both reached a state of intense pleasure.

    After penetrating him for about 15 minutes in that position, I opened his legs wider and he placed them on my back. We kissed passionately again, and I continued to thrust deeply into him. Then, I asked him to turn around and bend over so I could fuck him from behind. He complied, and I penetrated him deeply in the doggy style position.

    By this time, I had already enjoyed sex with him in three different positions. I was nearing orgasm, so I asked him, ‘Do you want to change positions, or should I cum inside you?’ He replied that he wanted to switch positions.

    I grabbed him and held him against the wall, giving him the most intense fuck I could. With his body supported by the wall, his anus was fully exposed, allowing for deep penetration. I thrust forcefully and repeatedly. After about five minutes, I informed him that I was about to cum. As I orgasmed, I thrust with all my might while kissing him passionately.

    We both collapsed onto the bed, exhausted but exhilarated. We lay there naked, cuddling each other. It was a truly peaceful and amazing moment in my life. 

    I hope you enjoyed reading this. Please leave a comment and let me know what you think. I’m eager to hear your perspective.

  • Peter and Micky

    All characters 18 +.

    My arm shook as the kick landed on the pad I was holding against my firearm. It was Lynda, a middle aged mother of two who had started a few years ago, initially to try and get her kids active.

    She stood one foot behind the other, and raised her leg as high as she could, brining it about jaw height, before crashing it down onto the pad with a satisfying thud

    ‘Nice one Lynda,’ I cried after her as she made her way to the back of the line, the next person taking her place. Peter had his own line working on the same kick. He stood there, huge compared to most of the students, standing about 6’4, blonde haired, well trimmed stubble. Like my own sexy viking. My attention was suddenly returned to the class by the next students kick.

    After class, we began picking up the pads and tidying the store. We had used to get the class to help, but Peter was very particular about how they went in, so it ended up easier to just do it ourselves. Peter took off his dobok top to pull on a t-shirt on, and I couldn’t help admire his strong lean body, the thick chest hair, the faint musk of sweat. He caught me checking him out.

    ‘Keep it in your pants Micky’ he said smiling as he moved passed me, ‘At least till later’

    I locked up the store, we made our way to our car in the car park. ‘Good class tonight’ he said.

    ‘Yeah, Lynda in particular is really coming along’

    ‘Yeah, I saw’ he nodded.

    He started driving us down the road home. I looked over to him, ‘Just checking, you’re still sure about tonight?’

    He just nodded, ‘Yeah, it’ll be a good show. And it’s been a while’ he turned to me, ‘I’m actually looking forward to it’

    Peter was face down on the bed, as I sat straddling his lower back. I pressed a small Bluetooth button, starting the stream.

    ‘Hi all you sexy people, welcome to our stream. I bet you’re wondering what’s going on here.’ I took a moment to rub my smooth chest, before bringing my hands down to my dick.

    ‘Well, I know I normally bottom for Peter.’ I paused, taking. My dick in my fist, ‘but fuck I’ve been. Too. Damn. Hard recently’ Stroking and thrusting into my hand to empathise the statement.

    I leaned myself back slightly, letting my dick point straight to the ceiling. ‘Can you see how hard I am guys?’

    I looked over at the live chat as the messages came in. Compliments over my body, excitement over what was happening, a few insults. Regardless, people were excited.

    I leaned down, putting both hands onto Peter’s meaty arse, grabbing a cheeky with each hand rubbing them. ‘Thankfully though guys, I have this slut to help me take care of it. It’s been a while since I fucked him, so I can’t wait to feel how tight he is.’

    I began to spread his cheeks, revealing his crack.

    ‘Fuck guys, look at this, just the right amount of hair, and that hole, doesn’t it look inviting.’

    I gathered saliva in my mouth before spitting into his crack. I took my fingers and rubbed it along the crevice, gently playing with the surface.

    I looked over at the comments. ‘Hmm, I’m seeing a lot of people suggesting I eat him out.’ I leaned closer, looking straight at the camera, ‘is that what you horny people want me to do’

    Thumbs up emojis filled the screen, as well as some comments I didn’t have time to read.

    ‘Well then, hear I go – are you ready for this Peter?’

    ‘Go for it Mickey,’ he shouted, his voice slightly muffled as he was face down in the pillow, ‘eat my fucking ass.’

    I smiled, before pressing the button again, turning on the second camera showing Peter’s face.

    I flattened myself on his back. It was a good thing he was so much taller than me and he could easily take my weight. I brought my jaw to his crack, giving one last wink to the camera before I dove in.

    I started just kissing around his hole, making sure it was wet, before I started licking, my tongue darting up and down. Peter was moaning into the pillow, and I had been with him long enough to know he was really enjoying it. I turned my long licks to circles, gently poking with my tongue, turning his moans even more high pitched.

    I broke up for air, grinning at the camera. ‘Fuck guys, he’s making a lot of noise isn’t he. Maybe he was born to be my slutty little bottom yeah. But I don’t think I can hold it much longer.’ I got up, once again flashing the camera my erection, ‘ no I need to fuck him now’

    I rolled off him and began to turn him to face the camera, putting him in doggy. I positioned myself behind him, running my hand through his thick chest hair, along his lean ribs, rubbing my dick against his ass.

    ‘Fuck, I love I get to fuck this man’ I said to the camera.

    ‘Stick it in, please Micky’ he moaned.

    I didn’t need told twice, I rubbed my tip against his pre lubed ass and slowly pushed in to my full length was in. Peter began to gasp and moan.

    I started backing up, before thrusting forward, keeping a steady pace as I started to fuck him. I didn’t normally top, but fuck does it sometimes feel good.

    I knew I wasn’t going to last too long, I didn’t top much so the sensation of Peter’s tight ass on my dick was almost overwhelming.

    I reached forward and started giving Peter a reach-round, stroking his bigger dick while I thrust slowly, trying to stop myself finishing too soon.

    After a few minutes Peters moaning turned deeper, ‘Fuck Micky, I’m not going to last much longer’

    I was surprised, normally I was the one coming early, he must have really liked the rimming. I put that piece of info into the back of my mind for next time it was just the two of us.

    I grabbed him by his chest and started to pull him up, so he was leaning against me on his knees.

    ‘Yeah, you’re close. God, you really love me fucking you.’ I stroked him faster and faster

    ‘Well, let’s let our viewers see how much you cum when you’re getting fucked’

    I bit his shoulder softly, as his body tensed. Shot after shot left his dick, as thick loads of white goo covered my hands and out sheets. It took everything not to come there as his ass clenched around my dick, gripping me even harder.

    Peter caught his breath, lying down in his puddle of cum. I held my hand showing his load. ‘Fuck he came a lot. And I’m not too far behind. So, should I come in his ass or his mouth?’

    The comments went wild, ‘hard to be sure, I said, sweating,’ but looks like ass has slightly more votes. So. Here. I. Cum!’

    I started thrusting as fast as I could, as I felt my dick pulse in his ass, pumping my seed into him, my own ass clenching with each pulse.

    I wanted to lie down beside him, but I wasn’t done yet. I pulled out and grabbed one of the cameras, zooming in on Peter’s hole.

    ‘Well viewers, take a good look at Peters beautiful bred arse. Fuck I dumped so much cum in there.’ a small bead of white began to leak, which I rubbed along his crack.

    I dropped beside Peter on the bed, as he lay still, smiling at me. I reached and kissed him for the camera. We both turned to look at it. ‘We hope you all enjoyed something a bit different. I’m going to go get him cleaned up. See you next time’

    I pressed the button running the stream and dropped beside Peter.

    ‘you okay, how was that?’ I asked him

    ‘You should top more often’ he said grinning back


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  • Eric’s Revenge

    Chapter thirteen 

    Under Eric’s direct instructions, the guards had held me down in the punishment room, with my legs pushed back over my shoulders, while the boy, a teenage inmate, had taken the red-hot tip of a cigarette and burned the flesh from the left side of my sphincter and badly scorched my anus.  The agony in my asshole was intense, but it would have started to heal by now if Eric hadn’t decided ‘I’ll keep the pain going – the boy’s going to scrape the cunt’s burnt rectum with heavy-duty sandpaper every day for the next week’ Eric had said, ‘It’ll be a messy job for the boy, but he’s a sadist so he’ll enjoy it and it’ll be a good lesson for the cunt’.    

    Now, in my cell on that first evening after the burning, Eric was carrying out his threat.  He told me to kneel in front of the boy.  I knelt in front of the grinning inmate-kid.  Eric said: ‘There are raw burns inside your asshole, shitface.  I can see that they give you loads of pain’ – I had grimaced and touched my asshole as I had knelt down – ‘the hard labour guard reported that you were yelling out with the pain in your asshole today– that’s great.  Bits of your skin have actually been burned off, leaving nasty singed raw areas right inside’.  The boy laughed out loud at that nice thought.  Eric continued ‘Each day, the burns will try to heal – new bits of skin will form – but the boy’s going to scrape the new skin with sandpaper every evening for a week, to keep your excruciatingly painful little wounds open and raw.  You’ll feel each evening like you’ve been burned again or worse.  The boy will use industrial-grade sandpaper to scrape away the bits of new skin and he’ll dig a bit into each of the burn-wounds.  Your asshole will bleed again from his fresh torture. 

    ‘Now it’s time to beg the boy to get you ready and give you this punishment’, said Eric.  I knew that any resistance at that moment would be futile and just result in more pain.  ‘Yes, Sir’, I said.  ‘Thank you, Young Sir.  Please prepare me, so you can torture my burnt asshole with your sandpaper, Young Sir.  I deserve it’, I said.  ‘Kiss his feet’ ordered Eric and I bent down and kissed his dirty trainers, and the boy laughed, ‘You’ve got the cunt where you want it, Mr Eric’, he said.   

    The boy told me to Get on your bed and lie on your back, you lump of shit’, and he cuffed my hands and attached them separately to the corners of the bed.  Then he put me cuffs on each ankle, and he and Eric together bent my legs back over my head and attached the cuffs to separate corners of the steel bedhead. This forced open my burned asshole and exposed it for more abuse.  The boy lent over me and spat in my face, and then, with a smirk, he held in front of my eyes a piece of very rough-looking sandpaper which he had rolled up into a cylinder for inserting into my burnt asshole  

    Eric stood behind the boy with his phone, using it as a torch pointing up my rectum.  The boy peered in, ‘Fuck, we burnt away half his asshole – one whole side is raw.’  ‘Good, get on with it and make the cunt scream’, said Eric.  The boy took the rolled-up torture-sandpaper and sat down on my bed in front of my gaping asshole.   

    ‘It’s fucking nasty in there, Mr Eric’, said the boy proudly, ‘but I’m going to make it much worse for the cunt.  I’ll burst those little burn-blisters – I’ll make sure the cunt feels each one.  Then I’ll go deep and scrape hard. I’ll make the cunt fucking scream till it can’t scream any more …’  

    The boy inserted into my rectum that first piece of industrial sandpaper.  It wasn’t rolled up very tightly and it immediately started to scrape everywhere.  After a few seconds, it touched, just touched, one of the burn blisters.  It was as if a severe electric jolt went from my asshole right through my body and then settled back into my asshole.  The pain of each little scrape on a burn from that sandpaper was so intense that I could barely breathe.  I screamed. 

    The boy laughed and made cheerful comments about the state of me as he continued to assault my burnt asshole with unbelievable cruelty.  I thrashed around.  I couldn’t help it.  I moved my ass left and right in a futile attempt to avoid the worst of the boy’s hellish torture.  The boy actually lost his grip a couple of times but it didn’t even slow him down.  He pulled out the first piece of sandpaper, now red with my asshole-blood, and rolled up a much bigger piece. Eric watched with a look of satisfaction on his face and told me, ‘Stop moving around, cunt, and let the boy do his job, or you’ll get 20 with my belt right there on your stretched ass and balls, and then the boy will start over, and’, he added, ‘you’ll get 20 more in the punishment room if I get blood on my belt’. 

    I forced myself to stay nearly still, while the boy put bigger and nastier pieces of sandpaper into my asshole and moved them around enthusiastically.  When he felt they were getting a bit worn or were slick with my asshole-blood, he would pull them out abruptly, almost with a flourish.  A couple of the worst times he showed me the blood-soaked sandpaper with a broad grin on his face: ‘Nice, eh, cunt?’. After about a half-a-dozen of these torture-scrapings, Eric decided that the pain from my burns had been fully restored – actually it was, as he had suggested, worse than the original burns, and it got worse still when Eric pointed the pepper-antiseptic punishment spray straight up my asshole on to the new wounds.  I lifted my ass high off my bed and screamed louder than ever.  Both Eric and the boy laughed at me. 

    Eric untied my legs and left me sobbing in agony in my dark, damp and filthy cell.  As they left, I heard the boy saying ‘I’m not going to bother with the smaller pieces of sandpaper tomorrow – I’ll just shove the big pieces up the cunt and rub harder’; then Eric replied ‘I’ll bring a cane in case it can’t stop moving around – it can clean the cane itself if it gets it bloody’.   

    ‘I’ll make sure you need that fucking cane’, said the boy. Sure enough, the next evening, after just one scraping, Eric gave me twenty with the cane, including several on my balls, for moving around too much during the torture.  I fought myself to stay still after that, but it was so difficult, especially when the boy gave me an extra scraping where he had burnt by ballsack with his cigarette in the Punishment Room a couple of days earlier – the wound had been re-opened by Eric during the caning and the pain was incredible. 

    The scrapings all that week, given by that sadistic teenage inmate, were so painful that they overtook my senses.  I worked at my hard labour all day with my punished hands and burnt foot, and now, worse than anything, with a tortured asshole.  The sweat which ran down my back into my crack and then my asshole, while I worked on the endless pointless hard labour, naked, non-stop for hours, and often at the double, carrying loads of rubble, intensified the terrible asshole pain.  To make matters even worse, the black trainee guard in charge of my hard labour quickly decided that it was good discipline, if he thought I was slacking, or if he just fancied punishing me, to put his cattle prod right up my poor tortured asshole and to electrocute my wounds.  No caning, no paddling, no hand-belting, nothing they did to me in that terrible week, could come close to the acute and constant pain from my burnt scraped asshole. 

    On, I think, the third night of scraping, the blond guard came with the boy-scraper instead of Eric.  The scraping was even worse than before.  When the boy started with the third piece of rolled up sandpaper, I started jerking my ass left and right.  I couldn’t help it.  ‘I’m giving you 20 with my belt on your balls, cunt, if you keep moving move around. Let the boy do his job’.  I tried hard not to move but the boy’s violent assault on my asshole with a really big and really rough piece of industrial sandpaper made it just impossible to stay still.  The blond guard’s ball-beating, which resulted, was horrendous.  He really used his strength to beat my balls.  The deep and spreading ache from those leather-belt hits built up inside me until I couldn’t even scream.  I didn’t even have the strength to move my ass around after that ball-beating, so the boy carried on with his sandpaper burn-scraping unhindered, and even used a couple more pieces of sandpaper than usual.  

    Later, I noticed that my balls were double their normal size and my ball-sack was welted and very sore, especially where the burn over my right ball had opened up again.  The swelling went down overnight but the trainee in charge of my hard-labour could still see where to use his cattle-prod for my discipline the next day … one in my asshole, next one on my balls … 

    Eric also caned me twice more for moving around during scraping, 12 strokes the first time and 24 the second, both mainly on my ass – caning my ass always gave Eric special satisfaction – but my punished balls also caught a few of his vicious strokes.   

    After his last scraping, at the end of a full week of scrapings, the boy said to Eric: ‘If it was down to me, Mr Eric, I’d get a big dangerous dog to come and fuck that bloody mess of an asshole – it’d be fun to watch the perverted cunt getting fucked and tortured by a dog.’  Eric looked down at my bleeding burned asshole, and didn’t reply – but he did smile broadly at the boy, and patted him on the shoulder as they left my cell. 

    Eric and the boy often dealt with me together from that week onwards.  They started coming out to the hard-labour yard together to give me my pig-food – I noticed that it was always nastier when the boy was around.  One day, there were two cockroaches, one dead one nearly dead, lying on top of the food.  Another day, there was a lump of bird-shit that Eric made me chew: the boy said ‘the gulls leave that mess – they live on the garbage dump so that’s reprocessed garbage in your dinner’.  Of course, I always had to eat every scrap, and I had to thank Eric and the boy for my pig-food, which was now invariably given to me in the vomit-bowl. 

    When Eric caned me one morning in the punishment room, the boy who was watching, which was usual now, had obviously tented shorts.  He clearly got off on Eric’s sadism.  He liked to sit in front of me during my canings or sessions with the prison strap, which I particularly dreaded, ‘so I can watch your face, cunt, while Mr Eric skins your dirty ass’.  Sometimes, Eric would let him twist my nipples with his sharp fingernails before I was strapped down to be beaten.  And Eric would always let him ‘inspect the cunt’ running his fingernails over my welts, pinching hard some well-beaten sore points and giving me the odd extra smack. 

    On that particular morning, something different happened.  After administering 20 agonising strokes with a heavy prison cane to my naked buttocks, I was waiting for the boy’s ‘inspection’, but this time Eric came round to where the boy was sitting and kissed him passionately on his mouth.  The boy pulled Eric closer and they snogged each other.  Right in front of me. 

    A couple of minutes later, with Eric and the boy still making out in front of me and with me still strapped tightly to the spanking bench after my caning, the blond guard came into the Punishment Room, ready to shit in my mouth.  Eric had already told me I would be eating guard-shit this morning.    

    ‘Hey – wow! – go for it, Eric’, laughed the blond guard.  Eric and the boy looked up briefly and snogged some more.   

    The blond guard just went about his work.  First, he sprayed the bleeding bits of my caned ass with the punishment antiseptic-pepper spray, which always made me scream.  Then he unstrapped me and ordered me to lie down face-up under the toilet box, where he locked my head into place for his shit.  ‘Hey, Eric, mouth-open gag for the cunt?’ shouted the blond guard.  ‘Yeah, gag it wide – open the cunt’s mouth fucking wide – that mouth-open gag makes it really difficult for the cunt to swallow, so it’ll have to keep your nasty fucking turds in its mouth for a bit – it’ll really fucking taste them’, said Eric.  Then he turned back to the boy who had started giggling, presumably at the hilarious thought of my mouth being stuffed with guard-turds which I couldn’t swallow.  The boy lay down on the sofa and Eric lay on top of him.  

    Then, while the blond guard took a massive stinking morning shit into my mouth at one end of the punishment room, Eric and the boy made out on the sofa at the other end … 

    Chapter fourteen 

    A few days after Eric had kissed the boy after caning me in the punishment room, I was struggling in my dark cell with my morning gruel.  The boy, who seemed now to be allowed by Eric to do anything he wanted, had added a lot of salt to it that morning, to punish me with a raging thirst which would last all day.  The one thing you could be sure about was that the boy always made things worse. 

    The blond guard came for me and, when he saw I hadn’t eaten all my gruel, he said ‘You know you have to eat it all, cunt, it’s medicated and keeps you fit for punishments: you’ve got sixty seconds to finish or I’ll take you to the punishment room for two dozen with the prison-strap, bring you back here, piss in it, and then make you finish it.’  I forced somehow, in that one minute given to me, the horrible salty mess down my throat.   

    The guard cuffed me and took out a ball-gag.  He blew his nose on the mouth-side of the gag and then attached it – ‘a bit of extra salt for you, cunt’ he joked as the slime from his nose oozed into my mouth.  To my surprise, he then removed my cage and wound a tough scratchy brown rope very tightly round the base of my dick. It was seriously painful: it was tight enough to squeeze my scraped urethra.  The blond guard then pulled me at a fast pace to a different part of the prison, deliberately holding the rope high to put extra strain on my dick and forcing me to walk on tiptoe.   

    Then I recognized the carpeted corridors and the entrance to the hotel-style bedroom and bathroom where I had been taken once before.  My nipples and throat had been tortured there and I had watched Eric submit to a caning from the black trainee guard – nothing like as fierce as when he caned me but still it must have hurt him. 

    Eric and the boy were lying naked on the bed as I entered.  Both were hard, Eric the more impressive of the two.  What was in store for me? 

    Instead of the wooden chair which had been there before, there was a steel bondage chair at the end of the big double-bed.  I was told by the blond guard – ‘sit, cunt!’  

    My ‘chair’ had only a very narrow studded seat, and it had two metal bars sticking out of it in front at right angles to each other.  I had to sit on that studded seat – the metal studs weren’t particularly sharp but they soon got very uncomfortable – and I had to rest my thighs on the right-angled bars where the guard secured them with tight leather straps.  This forced my legs wide open at the front.  The guard then uncuffed my arms, stretched them around the back of the chair and re-cuffed them there.  Two more strong leather straps were pulled and tightened around my waist and my chest.  I was immobilised.  My dick and balls were obscenely exposed, facing the bed with Eric and the boy. 

     

    As soon as the blond guard finished securing me, the naked boy saw an opportunity for some extra sadistic fun with me.  He jumped off the bed and grabbed my rough penis-rope and pulled it violently in all different directions, shouting ‘pulling left’, ‘hard right’ and ‘down to the floor it goes’.  It was intensely painful.  I could only produce incoherent groans and little screeches through my ball-gag.  Then he pulled the rope upwards harder than ever, so sharply that it felt like he was yanking my dick by its root right out of my body. He wrapped the rope once round my neck, and tied the end of the rope, which was now absolutely taut, to my handcuffs at the back of the chair.  Now I couldn’t even move my head for fear of strangling myself. 

     

    Eric told the boy, now back in bed with his arm round Eric’s neck, ‘Nice one – strain the cunt’s dick!’ and he kissed the boy’s mouth.  The boy smirked.   

    Then Eric, lying naked with an arm lazily around the boy’s shoulder, turned to me and started one of the lectures he enjoyed giving now that he had total power over me: ‘Well, cunt, now we’ve got hold of that bondage chair, we decided to bring you back here again.  You’ll watch more nice stuff that you’ll never do again.  You’ll watch us have sex knowing you’ll never have sex again, except for the rapes we arrange, and knowing you’ll never get hard and cum again or even lie on a proper bed again.  And, I warn you, you’ll watch us all the time – if you close your eyes for more than a blink, I’ll pepper-spray them – and, believe me, you don’t want to find out how that feels.   

    ‘We’re going to keep you in more pain this time’, Eric said, and then he turned to the blond guard ‘Did you bring those pincers?’  The guard produced a bag from his pocket containing a dozen or so small pincers which were, I could see at once, definitely not designed for attaching to human flesh.  They were shaped like scissors but they had little round clamps on the ends which closed with powerful springs – I watched the blond guard strain with his hand against the spring as he opened the first pincer he was going to attach to me.   

    He decided to start by pincering some loose but sensitive flesh in my right armpit.  The springs slammed the little clamps together so tightly that the tiny bits of my flesh – my soft armpit flesh – caught in them were crushed to almost nothing.  The pain from those tiny clamps at the end of the pincer was intense.  The brutal pinching pain just went on and on.  My body tried to writhe but I could hardly move in my tight bondage.  I groaned and produced incoherent sounds of agony from behind my gag.   

    The blond guard smiled as he attached the next evil torturing pincers to my left armpit, then to each of my ear-lobes, to my perineum, to each inner thigh.  He kept, of course, half of the pincers for my dick which had now been stretched straight upwards by the boy, exposing the full length of its tender under-side for torture.  One after the other, pincer after pincer, crushed the tenderest bits of my dick-flesh.  He went onto attach six of them them mercilessly to the ring of delicate flesh surrounding my dick-head.  As he pulled agonisingly on all my pincers ‘to make sure they’re well-attached’, the blond guard told me; ‘I’ve left out your nipples so Eric can burn them with cigarettes later – because it turns him on – look forward to it, cunt’, said the blond guard.  Eric was smiling. 

    It was a small relief that my balls had been left out of the pincer-horror, but not for long.  A few seconds later, the guard reached into another pocket and showed me two bulldog clips.  He clicked them in front of my face, and said ‘one for each of your nasty testicles, cunt’, and he attached them to my exposed balls, adding a final level of pain, a throbbing ache from each crushed ball. 

    The blond guard, his punishment duties over, stripped naked and joined the other two in bed.  Eric was in the middle. 

    For a few minutes, the three of them watched me, fascinated, while I wriggled miserably, tortured and in tight bondage.  I squeaked and gurgled.  They obviously enjoyed my involuntary show, as they started to fondle each other and kissed lightly.  Eventually, as I suppose they knew I would, I settled somehow into one torturous position.  I was exhausted, and I was also starting to feel the thirst the boy had imposed on me by pouring salt into my morning gruel.   

    Eric took hold of the hard dicks on either side of him and calmly resumed his lecture to me: ‘We’re going to have some fun now, while you watch.  Then I’ll burn your nipples.  Then we’ll probably have a bit more fun.  When we’re finished, we’ll discuss your next punishments.’   

    The blond guard leant his head into Eric’s so they were cheek-to-cheek and added his bit to Eric’s lecture: ‘You definitely won’t like what you hear about your next punishments, cunt, about what we’re going to do to you, especially’, he nodded to the boy, ‘now that the no-limits torture-kid here is involved – this boy definitely doesn’t like you much, cunt!’ The boy laughed out loud and started playing with Eric’s dick.  Eric just smiled. 

    They soon forgot about me, sitting on the rivets on my bondage chair, forced to sit in agony to watch them have sex.  Through all my excruciating pain, I remembered the beauty of Eric’s young body and his amazing soft-lipped mouth, now forever inaccessible. He was now adding mental torture to my punishments.    

    I watched while they spit-roasted Eric whose big erection dripped as he experienced vigorous love-making at both of his ends.  The boy came in Eric’s lubed ass a few seconds before the blond guard spurted at least four times into Eric’s mouth.  Some of the blond guard’s cum slithered on to Eric’s chin and the boy lent over to lick it up. 

    Eric now turned on to his back and the boy sat gently on his face.  Eric ate the boy’s ass – he made love to it – he pulled the boy right down on to him.  Then he lifted him and inserted his tongue into the boy’s asshole as deeply as it was possible to go, which sent the boy into a kind of wriggling ecstasy.  With the boy on Eric’s face, the blond guard lubed himself and climbed on to Eric’s dick and started working it with his ass – Eric lasted barely a minute before exploding into the guard and on to the sheets. 

    After only a moment’s relaxation, Eric, ever the sub in this threesome, was on his knees on the bed.  He grinned as if he was about to tuck into the best meal ever, and settled down to worship the blond guard’s feet, sucking on his toes, licking between his toes, licking under his feet and kissing his ankles and the balls of his feet.  The boy mounted Eric while he was foot-feasting and fucked him hard from behind.  When the boy came, which didn’t take long, the blond guard, turned on by Eric’s foot-worship, flipped Eric over on to his back, pulled himself to his knees and threw himself on top of the prone Eric with a slapping sound. The blond guard shoved his raging and dripping hard-on into Eric’s mouth.  At the same time, the boy had literally started to chew on Eric’s cock and balls – I could see he was using his teeth as well as sucking hard – it must have hurt.  Eric came over the boy’s face and the blond guard came in Eric’s mouth a minute later.  The blond guard licked Eric’s cum from the boy and he and the boy kissed deeply before relaxing, using Eric’s torso as a foot-rest as he lay across the bottom of the bed, near me. 

    ‘Torture! Torture! Torture!’ taunted the blond guard.  I remembered my role in getting Eric going again from the last time, and I trembled.  Eric turned to me and smiled and, of course, that word, that thought of torture he was about to administer to me, started to get him hard again.  I started to shake as the boy reached over lazily for a cigarette from a bedside table, lit it and handed it to Eric – I had seen this before and I knew the agony that was coming my way.  Eric pulled himself up in front of me and blew some smoke in my face.   

    Eric switched the cigarette to his left hand and then slapped my cheek firmly with his right. He unexpectedly punched my nose hard, making it bleed – I could feel the blood seep into my mouth around the ball-gag.  Eric then switched the cigarette back to his stronger right hand.  By now his dick was fully erect again and so close that some of his pre-cum dripped on to my squeezed right ball.  

    Then Eric prepared to torture me, the act which turned him on the most.  He wasn’t even smiling any more, just concentrating on what he knew would give him sexual gratification.  He was hard because he was causing pain to me, the person he hated and who had once kept him captive.  In perfect silence, Eric drew on the cigarette, scorched my naked left nipple for just a second and then extinguished the red-hot tip on my naked right nipple. He actually inhaled wisps of smoke – bits of the live flesh of my nipple were literally burned into smoke.  Eric held the cigarette on that nipple for several seconds, rubbing it in.  He made sure that the burn was deep and the pain would be lasting. 

    Waves of indescribable pain flooded my chest.  Both nipples felt as if a knife had been driven into them, and I thought at that moment that Eric had actually burned my right nipple off.  I didn’t even care at that moment.  The pain was so extreme where my healthy right nipple had been that, if I had been able to do so, I would have sliced off the remains of it myself.  

    My whole torso shook and each of the dozen pincers attached to my body shifted a fraction of a millimetre, each renewing its own punishment.  

    I finally looked down.  The nipple was still there but horribly discoloured and wounded.  I teared up, I wept, as my physical and emotional hurts combined with the utter desperate hopelessness of my life in this hellish prison. 

    Eric, on the other hand, was now super-excited and jumped back on to the bed.  He pulled the boy, who didn’t need much encouragement, back on to his face and lifted his own legs for the blond guard who, unexpectedly, didn’t fuck Eric but spanked him with his hand and then with a small brush.  The blond guard spanked him on the ass continuously and hard and even a few times on the balls.  Eric wanked hard and in a couple of minutes his cum exploded on to his own stomach.  The boy sitting on Eric’s face lent forward and licked up Eric’s cum before shifting his position to fuck Eric’s mouth.  The blond guard lifted Eric’s ass now scarlet from spanking and, this time, he fucked him.   

    The threesome lay naked and relaxed on the bed, Eric in the middle as usual.  Eric and the boy were smoking.  The blond guard lent his head on Eric’s shoulder.  They were spent for now.   

    Eric pointed his cigarette towards me, yawned and said ‘I suppose we should discuss what we’re going to do with the cunt next.’   

    I sat on that unbearable bondage chair where I’d now been tied for the best part of two hours.  I had a terrific thirst from the extra-salted gruel, I was covered with torturing pincers, I had a bloody nose and burnt nipples, I had squeezed balls, and I had tears in my eyes.   

    All three of them, Eric, the blond guard and the boy, looked up at me from the bed, and they laughed.  

  • A Cookies and Cream Christmas Story with Santa

    “Son, have you put out the saucer of cookies for good Ole Saint Nick?” The deep voiced Daddy asks his bright blue-eyed stepson. Both are in their pajama bottoms and shirtless. Daddy’s chest is brisk with a covering of chestnut brown fur. The younger stepson is smooth chested but very muscular, whispers of light blonde hairs are growing around his quarter-sized red nipples, his every move accentuates his hard-earned muscles as he moves about on top of his bed.

    “I have daddy, they are on the coffee table near the chimney so when he descends, it will be the first thing he’ll see.”

    “Good going, my son.”

    “I am your stepson, daddy.” The boy pipes in.

    “I see you as part of me, boy.”

    “Yes, daddy.”

    The daddy’s bushy brown pubes peek out over the waistband of the Christmas plaid pajama bottoms, he is wearing, as does the growing blonde pubes peek out from underneath the solid red pajama bottoms worn by his smooth muscled stepson. The outlines of each of their cocks is clearly visible against the soft fabric of their nighttime pants. Erections are growing underneath but neither seems to be bothered by the other seeing the rise in their crotches.

    “Good night, Son.” The Daddy kisses his light-haired stepson on the cheek who is atop his sheets and the holiday inspired comforter beneath him. “Stay in bed and do not go out there to the Christmas tree in the family room. You do not want to scare Santa away when he comes down the chimney. Do you?”

    “Ahhh, Daddy!” The boy whines. “Don’t be such a spoilsport!”

    “Now, do what I say. You hear! Santa knows when you have been naughty and or nice, you know that.”

    “Yessir, I hear you, Daddy.” The boy of eighteen says with a hint of feigned disgust. “When will mom be home, I miss her.”

    “Her plane is expected to be here by noon tomorrow. She was delayed because of the blizzard that has blanketed part of the country, she is being held up in Salt Lake City for now. But she will be here. I promise. I promise.”

    “She will be here on Christmas Day?”

    “Sadly, yes.” Daddy says. “She will be here. And that is what is important. Now go on off to sleep, tomorrow is Christmas day. Good night, my sweet prince.”

    The Daddy walks to the door, turns, and runs the fingers of his right hand through his dense chest hairs and fondles his erection in his Christmas plaid pajama bottoms. He lets his fingers cup his balls before he flicks off the light switch. His stepson stares at him as he fumbles with his jewels.

    “Good night!” Daddy says in the half-light of the bedroom.

    “Do not close the door. Leave it open. Please.”

    “Okay. But I am going to close it just a little. Okay.”

    Daddy brings the door to within a few inches of closing, a shaft of light shoots through the darkness of the stepson’s small bedroom. In the dimness of his room, the stepson lifts his hips towards the ceiling and skims the solid red pajama bottoms off his legs. Once released from its confinement his seven-inch cock slaps loudly against the heavy blonde treasure trail stretching from his outie naval to his dense pubic fur. The echo of his rigid cock resounded all the way in his stepdad’s room.

    “You okay, Son?” His stepdad calls from his room close by. “What was that sound.”

    “I am fine. I just got too hot and had to get rid of these bottoms I have on.” The son says. “I am better now. Sweet dreams daddy!”

    “Sweet dreams, Son.” Daddy shouts from his room as he is now pulling down his Christmas plaid pajama bottoms, too. His cock is as hard as his stepson’s, all nine inches of it. He does not hesitate to let his fingers glide along its robust length, and its hearty thickness, smearing the cream from his discharge atop the blistering red cockhead. He sighs. His fingers feel good as they continue with their stroking. He has brought himself to his happy hardness.

    It is not long before the handsome blonde stepson is asleep with the delightful dreams of dancing sugarplum fairies cavorting about inside his shaggy head of blonde hair. His cock thump-thumps along with these playful images under his bedsheet.

    Out of the stillness, a sound is heard breaking through the otherwise silent home. The boy stirs at the jolly voice.

    “Ho-Ho-Ho!” He hears in the next room. “Ho-Ho-Ho!”

    “It is Santa! It is Santa!” He says as he bolts up in his bed. Fully awake. And alert. Like he did when he was a little boy in the past. A puddle is amidst his light blonde pubes which streams down to the soft cotton sheets he had found himself swaddled in.

    “Ho-Ho-Ho!”

    “He is here! He is here!” The younger man proclaims. The stepson proclaims. But he promised he made to his stepdaddy that he would not venture out into the family room to see Santa Claus, were the jolly ole man to appear this Christmas Eve night.

    But he relents and storms out his door, anyway, and makes his way to the family room. His fierce erection is bouncing from side to side of his fiercely muscled thighs slinging his potent juices like a sprinkler. He arrives at the family room to see the saucer of cookies he had set out. Gone. Except for a few dark crumbs in the bottom of the saucer.

    “Ho-Ho-Ho!” There it goes again. He stands still. And listens. Trying to figure out where the sound originates from. “Ho-Ho-Ho!”

    “Santa is in my mom and stepdad’s room!” He proclaims. And then takes off on a joy filled jaunt. He burst into the room. On the floor, he sees a red union suit. A triangle shaped floppy hat with white fur along its trim. And a discarded red suit fringed in the same white fur trim. And two deep black boots off to the side.

    “OH! OH! OH!” The white bearded man is pummeling his stepdaddy in his backside with his hefty sized cock. His ass, Mr. Claus,’ is round like a bowl full of plum jelly, strapped inside a straining red jockstrap. White hairs blanket his firm shapely ass, the jock clearly visible amongst these fine delicate white hairs. Santa has the pouch tucked to the side and his hard cock escaping from it. “OH! OH! OH!”

    Santa wears a union suit and a jockstrap too. Santa is all man. All the time.

    “I thought I had heard Santa’s Claus,’ ‘HO-HO-HO.’” The stepson exclaims as his cock wiggles about with his every move. The juice of his erection slinging about the room.

    “Your daddy is my HO, boy. My HO!” Santa says as he continues to ram his steely-hard cock into the brown-haired man’s fur-lined hole of the boy’s stepdaddy. “Let him suck that cock of yours boy! Let him!”

    “C’mere boy, I wanna taste that handsome cock you have between those long legs of yours.” Daddy says.

    The boy walks to his stepdad’s waiting mouth, the boy’s cock streaming juice from it leaking piss-hole.

    “How were those cookies I put out for you, Santa?” The boys ask as his stepdad devours his leaking hard-on down to its furry root.

    “They were good, boy. Damn good! But I much more like some of your boy-cream and your stepdad’s cream than any ole batch of day old storebought cookies.” Santa proclaims.

    “Me, too, Santa. Cookies and cream are good together. But I made them, Santa!” The boy says. “Cream is much better when it is dripping warm from a handsome man’s pee-hole.”

    “You are fucking right, boy!” Santa says as he rams his cock ever harder into the furry hole of the boy’s stepdaddy.

    “Fuck me, Santa! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Stepdaddy screams as his hole is plunged ever deeper with Santa’s thick ten-inch knob. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”

    “Ram him, Santa! Put that candy cane all the way up in stepdaddy’s hole!”

    Santa jams his thick cock into the succulent stepdaddy’s hole. Santa likes that the boy used the famous Christmas treat to describe his cock. The boy is a naughty boy. And for that Santa rams his cock harder in the muscled stepdaddy. Stepdaddy moans louder under the muffled mouth as he swallows down the boy’s inches.

    “Swallow that naughty boy’s cock, stepdaddy!” Santa tells my stepdaddy. “Swallow it!”

    Stepdaddy does. Taking my cock all the way down to it root. Stepdaddy gags. And gags. Spit runs out of the corners of his mouth, but he takes me. Ever deeper into his warm mouth. Swallowing inch after inch of my fleshy tool.

    “Is your ass hairy like your stepdad’s, boy?”

    I pulled out of my stepdaddy’s mouth. Reluctantly. Turn. And let Santa see my round and firm ass.

    “Yeah, boy. You have a nice hairy ass.” Santa says. “A fine one. Are you a whore like your stepdaddy?”

    I smile to Santa as stepdaddy once again takes my cock back into his salivating mouth.

    “You are a naughty boy.” Santa says with a sly smile. “Everyone is a whore at some point. I have never stopped delivering my gift to any hole who could take it.”

    “Man or woman, Santa?”

    “I like’m all, boy.” Santa says. “It all feels the same to my steely-hard cock, but I prefer a man’s fur-lined man-hole, any day. Any minute of the day.”

    “Me, too, Santa. Me too.”

    “You a top, boy?”

    I nodded my head, yes.

    “I would have thought you were a bottom.” Santa says. “But I am okay being wrong.”

    “Twinks, like me, can be a top, Santa.” I told the muscled Santa.

    “I know. That they can.” Santa says. “You wanna a go at your stepdaddy’s hole?”

    Stepdaddy yanks his mouth from cock.

    “Fuck me, boy! Fuck me!” Stepdaddy says with a lot of glee.

    Santa pulls his cock out of my stepdaddy’s hole.

    “Now. It is your turn, boy. Get that cock of yours over here.” Santa orders. “Put it in your stepdaddy’s hairy hole.”

    My cock is like a pointer as it projects from my groin. It aches from the strain of blood inside of it. My cockhead is reflective as its head is so full of so much blood inside of it.

    “That’s thing looks like it is about to burst, ain’t it boy?”

    “It sure is, Santa, I am as hard as I have ever been.”

    “Well poke it in your stepdaddy’s hole. And do not you dare pull it out until you have emptied those dangling full balls inside of him.”

    Stepdaddy’s hole is dripping with Santa’s sweet cream. Santa sure does drip of a lot of pre-cream. It makes my cock ache more as I see his cream stream from stepdaddy’s readied hole.

    “Stepdaddy, you have such a nice hole. A really nice, hairy hole.”

    “Well, put that monster inside me, boy.” Stepdaddy says. “Do it! I want that seed, boy.”

    I ram my cock deep inside him. Not even hesitating as I do it. Santa had loosened his hole for me. I was devoured by that hairy hole the moment I plunged my cock within him.

    “Fuck him like you mean it, boy. Tear that stepdaddy ass to shreds.” Santa orders me even though he did not have to. I know how to fuck. And have been doing it since I was fifteen years old. I nodded my head to Mr. Claus. I want to be naughty just for him.

    Soon the sounds of my cock slamming into stepdaddy’s hole fills the room, along with the sighs and moans of me and Santa as we were taking care of my handsome Stepdaddy. Santa is face-fucking stepdaddy like a man possessed. Stepdaddy gurgled and gulped as Santa ravages his mouth with club of hardened man-meat. Stepdaddy gagged on the white-haired ringed cock that would not let up from Santa’s forceful blows to his mouth. It only made me harder and more determined to show Santa that I knew how to fuck a man’s furry hole.

    “That’s it, boy, devastate that hole with that young powerful cock of yours.” Santa encouraged me. “Never let up. Take what you want when a man gives you his ass.”

    “You got it, Santa!”

    Stepdaddy agreed when he squeezed his muscled hole around my cock. If he kept that up, I would soon leave my salty-sweet cream deep inside his ass. And stepdaddy did. He squeezed tighter on my cock.

    “OH FUCK!” I screamed as I unloaded into him. It felt like gallons of my perfect eggnog-cum dumped into my stepdaddy’s hairy hole.

    “OH FUCK! OH FUCK!” I screamed to the top of my lungs as I was wracked with blissful ecstasy.

    “HO! HO! HO! HO! Give it to him, boy! Give’em all of it!” Santa bellowed seconds after me as he grabbed stepdaddy’s head and forced him to swallow his offering down his long gullet. Santa screams, “Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho!” Like a madman relieved as he gives my stepdaddy all his cum inside his dangling jingle balls.

    And then a shiver and a shake went through stepdaddy as a puddle of cum exploded from his cock. The solid red comforter looked like a Jackson Pollock painting. Stepdaddy collapses onto the bed as both his mouth and ass leaks the excess cream from Santa and me. He slid from our cocks and let out a satisfied moans and groans.

    And suddenly with a wiggle of his sharp masculine nose Santa was engulfed in a gust of fierce whirling snow and disappears in a huff, magically ascending the chimney and onto his sleigh. As this force of nature happened on the exit of Santa Claus out of the gust of wind, Santa’s cum scented and soaked red jockstrap lands at my feet. It could be heard as the reindeer’s hooves tapped on the floor. I leaned down and picked up Santa’s gift and sniffed it. Not once. Not twice but for many minutes I was in bliss. It smelled as musky as any chestnuts roasting over an open fire.

    I smiled at my stepdad and brought Santa’s jockstrap back to my nose. It was truly a Merry Christmas for me. Santa had seen how naughty I could be.

    “A hole well-filled is a cock’s happy delight. Happy Christmas to all and a good fucking too! Be a ho-ho-ho!” Santa shouted in his jolly-good way as he is whisked away through the Christmas morning sky by all the reindeer guiding his sleigh.

    I turned towards my stepdaddy, his face all a flush. Santa’s jockstrap is still in my hand.

    “I do believe in Santa, stepdaddy.” I tell him with tremendous delight. “I most certainly do.”

    “I do too, my stepson and maybe next Christmas Santa can give me some more of his delicious gooey cream but into my hairy hole but yours was good. I want some more of it.”

    “I have more.” I tell my Stepdaddy. He smiles. While my cock grows hard again.

    Happy Christmas to All and may your fucks be all you desire.

  • Jason the College Camboy

    “Well Jason, what do we have going on here?” Mike chuckled, admiring the scene in front of him. His roommate was naked, on a chair, hands tied behind his back, with a vibrating dildo inside him and a rock hard cock. Normally, he was into girls. But something about this Asian hunk was turning him on. On the laptop, the familiar tipping sounds of Chaturbate rang out, with increasing amounts. Fuck. 

    “M-mike it isn’t what it looks like!” Jason cried out, trying to cover himself the best he could. His dick wasn’t helping, sticking up at full mast as his ass kept getting buzzed. “Just leave!! Please!” he begged, sweat dripping down his entire body.

    Now, the logical thing for Mike to do would have been to quietly leave and let Jason take care of this, uh… situation. But like most horny guys, he didn’t do the logical thing. Watching Jason was making his rather large cock stiffen in his jeans – Mike knew he always had a bi side, but had never come out to anyone, let alone fuck another guy. The jock was popular among many of the girls, however. After a few seconds of deliberation (pawing at his dick), Mike shook his head, locking the room’s door. 

    “Mike??” Jason groaned, combining with a moan from the continued vibrations inside of his ass. Mike had a big smirk on his face and was massaging his growing cock through his pants, incredibly turned on by the scene. He watched as Jason’s eyes fluttered from his face, to his bulge, and back to the screen, where his eyes widened.

    hungdaddy6969 tipped 5,000 tokens: have your friend join the show.

    Jason’s eyes stayed glued to the message for what felt like hours. What? 

    “Whatcha lookin at?” Mike laughed, strutting over and peering at the bolded message. He kneeled down, into the camera frame, flashing a toothy smile while flexing his muscles. “You guys didn’t even have to ask!” 

    Jason’s fans went crazy to this new addition to their show! Tips started to pour in, triggering the dildo to keep vibrating over and over again.

    Mike placed one of his rough hands onto Jason’s smooth ass. Although both guys were muscular, Mike was definitely much hunkier. He had played football since he could remember, and was constantly pushed by his dad, a retired NFL quarterback. His larger frame and hands easily gripped Jason’s bubbly ass, the one that had made viewers go crazy for the past few months. 

    “M-mike?” Jason shuddered, feeling Mike’s cold hands caressing his cheeks. “You-u don’t have to do this…”

    Gripping the other asscheek, Mike paused for a second. “I want to.” 

    He slapped the fat ass once, watching it recoil. Suddenly, he did it again, causing Jason to let out a moan. “Enjoying it, huh” Mike chuckled, before diving under and laying kisses all over Jason’s muscly thighs and ass, which was still plugged by the dildo. “A-ah” Jason softly moaned, getting hornier by the second. 

    Mike worked his way up to his roommates chiseled abs, which were coated in slick precum. Mike lapped some up, before kissing it some more. It tasted salty, with a tang of sweetness. He scooped some of the clear fluid up with his finger and fed it to Jason, who licked it off without thinking. 

    “Good isn’t it?” Mike groaned, in a deep sexy voice. Jason nodded, unsure what was happening. Whatever it was, he liked it, as his dick was leaking even more and he was making no effort to stop. 

    Mike turned back to the camera, slowly peeling off his tight polo shirt to reveal his chiseled body underneath. A hunky frame, toned abs, massive arms, and two big, perky pecs right in the front. He was like a Greek God! “So folks…” he asked the viewers. “What next?” 

    It didn’t take long for them to respond.

    hungdaddy6969 tipped 1,000 tokens: make out.

    “Great request!” Mike exclaimed, turning around and planting a wet, sloppy kiss on Jason’s lips. Their tongues began to entangle, passing the taste of precum between each other’s mouths. To Jason, it felt like hours. A beautiful, muscular, half naked stud was making out with him… er, his roommate was making out with him… err, he was tied back with his hot hunky beautiful indescribable roommate making out with him… on camera for thousands of viewers! That thought turned him on even more, followed by the repeated buzz of the vibrating dildo, causing him to moan into their kiss. He felt Mike whisper into his ear: “you slut… you’re so horny aren’t you?” 

    Mike’s hot breath didn’t help, and Jason nodded shamefully in agreement. He was incredibly horny. And Mike knew. The hunk sat on the side, leaving Jason begging for his touch. They watched the chat.

    Tons of messages were flooding in asking for Mike to play with Jason’s ass. Jason was moaning in despair, almost begging Mike to come back. But Mike was fixated on the screen, waiting for a good tipper to come along and make it worth his while. 

    hungdaddy6969 tipped 2,500 tokens: toy with his ass.

    There we go.

    “Almost thought you all would never ask!” Mike laughed, kneeling down in front of Jason’s plugged hole. He grabbed the base of the dildo, slowly sliding it out until it was mostly out. Suddenly, he jammed it back in, and slid it back out. 

    In. 

    Out. 

    In. 

    Out.

    As Jason was getting fucked by his dildo, the vibrations from it felt even stronger. Double the pleasure! “FUCK MIKE!” he moaned out loud, uncontrollably moaning and groaning each time it entered his hole. It felt amazing. 

    Mike only sped it up.

    In.

    Out.

    In.

    Ou-

    All of a sudden, Jason spasmed, screaming as he started to shoot thick, white cum all over himself and Mike. Normally, he only shot a few ropes, but it didn’t seem to end as his dick pulsated over and over again spewing his thick load.

    Mike laughed the entire time, grabbing a taste from the cum that landed on him. Watching his roommate orgasm right in front of him was incredibly hot. This scene would definitely be in his spank bank for a longggg time. He glanced at his watch, it was almost time for him to go to leave for his next class. 

    “Well folks…” Mike started to say to the camera, “I’ll see you around soon.” Winking, he grabbed Jason’s towel to wipe off the cum, throwing it on top of the boy. After pulling on his shirt, Mike quickly untied the rope before slipping out the door.

    When the door shut, Jason snapped back from his post-nut haze. What the fuck just happened? He quickly said bye to his fans before cleaning himself up, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Mike’s last statement – I’ll see you around soon. 

    Does that mean he’s coming back for more??

  • Firelight

    Winters in Portland are cold and dark—a stark contrast to the perpetual warmth of Florida. The sun sets far too early, and the endless gray skies press down on me. I signed up for yoga as an escape, a place to find some semblance of light and movement amid the stillness of these long evenings.

    I hadn’t expected to meet him there.

    He always arrives a little late, slipping in quietly and unrolling his mat in the back corner of the studio. There’s something unassuming about him, but I notice everything—the way his hair curls slightly at the nape of his neck, the lean strength in his arms, the quiet focus in his posture. He’s my height, which surprises me; I’ve always imagined I’d be drawn to someone taller. But it feels right, somehow. Grounded.

    Tonight, as we move through the poses, I find myself distracted. My gaze drifts toward him, catching the outline of his profile in the soft candlelight. I wonder what his voice sounds like. Is it deep? Gentle? Does he laugh easily, or is he the kind of person who only smiles when no one’s looking?

    Somehow, I imagine we’re walking out of the studio together, the sharp, cold air a welcome change from the warmth inside. “Good class tonight,” I say, the words hesitant but deliberate.

    He smiles, a flash of warmth in the winter chill. “Yeah, it was. Really needed it after today.”

    We fall into step together, our breath misting in the crisp air. The city feels quieter tonight, the streets softer under the dim glow of streetlights. We talk easily—small things at first, like work and the weather, and then, as if by some unspoken agreement, deeper things. I tell him about Florida, about the winters I never had to think about before, and he shares stories of his childhood summers in Mumbai, where the heat was so heavy you could feel it pressing against your skin.

    When we reach his apartment building, he hesitates at the door. “Do you want to come up?” he asks, his voice soft but certain.

    I nod, my heart thrumming in my chest.

    His apartment is warm and unpretentious, filled with small signs of who he is—books on the coffee table, a framed photo of his family on the shelf. We sit on the couch, a movie playing softly in the background. I don’t remember the name of it; I don’t think either of us is really watching. Our knees touch, and the slight contact feels electric.

    It’s his hand that moves first, brushing against mine, hesitant but deliberate. I don’t pull away. There’s a moment—just a moment—when the air seems to shift, heavy with something unspoken. Then he stands abruptly and disappears into the next room, returning with a small jar of coconut oil. The smell is instantly nostalgic, earthy and rich.

    “Would you put some in my hair?” he asks, his voice quieter now, almost vulnerable.

    I nod, taking the jar from him, scooping out a small amount with my fingers. He sits cross-legged on the floor in front of me, and I kneel behind him. My hands find his scalp, and I massage the oil gently into his hair, my fingers weaving through the thick strands. He sighs softly, his shoulders relaxing under my touch. The intimacy of the moment is overwhelming, and yet it feels natural, like something we’ve done a hundred times before.

    My hands wander, slipping from his hair to his shoulders, tracing the lines of his chest. His skin is smooth but firm, warm with a faint musky scent that makes my breath hitch. I let my fingers explore the soft hair on his chest, marveling at the way his body responds under my touch. His breathing deepens, and I let my hands drift lower, grazing his hips.

    The room feels heavy, charged with something electric, and I close my eyes, letting myself sink fully into the moment.

    “Namaste,” a soft voice says, breaking through the stillness.

    My eyes snap open. The room is bathed in candlelight, the faint scent of lavender filling the air. The instructor stands at the front of the studio, her hands pressed together in a gentle bow. Around me, the other students begin to stir, rolling up their mats and murmuring softly.

    I sit up slowly, my heart still racing, and glance around the room. No one is looking at me.

    I exhale, letting the fantasy fade, but the warmth lingers. The yoga mat beneath me feels grounding, but my thoughts are still adrift. As I roll up my mat and gather my things, the crisp air from the window hits my face, a reminder of where I really am.

    I step out into the cold, gray evening alone, the imagined warmth of him still clinging to my skin like a secret.