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It’s been over a week since Jayson has arrived at his new “forever” home. His journey into his new life has not exactly been a vacation. It’s been a total hell. His body is bruised. He’s been beaten so many times, he’s lost count. His new dog bed reeks of piss because he’s unable to move at night, therefore he’s forced to just piss on it and lay there.  And the humiliation just gets worse. 

He and the other two puppys are taken outside daily to relieve their bowels, then hosed down, and occasionally washed with the cold water and a cheap soap. And they used a rough brush to scrub them. All of this was done by the slave boy that attended the BIB Hunt with Giovanni and Lady Ann. He wasn’t a very pleasant person either.

That particular boy had a cruel streak in him too, and treated the three pups poorly, especially Jayson. He was told to constantly degrade the new puppy and beat on him when he showed signs of resistance. Those signs were plenty in the beginning, now they are getting extremely few and far between. The merge of Jayson and the puppy called Bitch is blurring the line within Jayson’s head. He’s having trouble differentiating between himself and the puppy. 

Jayson is slipping further from being the cocky, streetwise young man that liked forcing himself on others as he becomes the frightened, pathetic, and dehumanized slave forced to live as a dog and having all of his humanity stripped away. The only joy he felt was when he slept, and could escape this hell. However, Giovanni had seen that coming and intended to take his sanctuary away. 

When Jayson hears the door at the top of the steps open, he shakes some in fear. No telling what horrible thing is in store for him. Two days ago,  he was told to stand and look at himself in a mirror. He screamed in my mind. He howled like a sad puppy. What he saw wrecked him. His balls were solid black, shriveled up, and looked like they were a million years old. He knew instantly they were done. He practically died inside, crying, begging God for mercy. However, none was ever granted.

So, on the morning of the 8th day, he hears the door open, steps coming down the stairs, he trembles in fear, but a part of him is hoping it’s Giovanni or his wife, his “daddy” or “mommy”. The last few times they’ve been downstairs with him, they’ve been showing kindness, including giving him “treats”, pieces of cookies actually. But they gave the puppy joy, a small reminder of better days. And he was starting to appreciate the act of kindness and generosity, and felt giddy when given one. In his head, his thinking was being reduced to words and emotions with a child-like simplicity, he’s losing the ability to think of himself in the first person, no I or me, mostly referring to himself as Bitch now.

He now hears heels walking on the concrete floor. And instantly thinks, yay mommy here. But there’s still that small spark of Jayson inside his head that thinks, fuck her! However,  he’s being conditioned to respond like a puppy, so he gets up and starts feeling happy that mommy is here, when he notices his balls staying on the bed.

The banding was successful and the former free, human boy named Jayson was now down on all fours, looking at his former ball sack laying there, and inside his mind, Jayson screams bloody murder. The puppy itself, feeling Jayson’s anger and frustration, starts howling up a storm. This makes Lady Ann,  who just approached the cage holding the puppy, start laughing as soon as she sees the boy’s ball sack sitting on the bed.

“Ahhh my little puppy is truly a bitch now!” She says laughing. Of course, the boy hears this and feels more anger, so the howls get louder. She smiles as she watches this scene playing out. Finally, after getting enough pleasure from the boy’s emasculation and total destruction of his manhood, she opens the cage, stepping in as she grabs a riding crop from a hook on the outside of the cage.

She approaches the puppy, and growls and barks at her. Jayson is at that point of no return, and seeing his nut sack and dead balls laying there woke up that small part of Jayson still inside his head, and he’s beyond angry at this woman. So he’s growling and barking at the woman, baring his teeth, fighting to get control of his mind, body, and life back. He’s getting the growling down pact, Lady Ann thinks, but I can’t have this dumbfuck believing he has hope.

And Jayson is feeling some hope, because he’s thinking the woman’s greatest weapon against him is gone. She can’t make him feel the pain he was experiencing with the banding process. He believes he just needs to regain control of his body, after all, she left the cage open, so he’s hoping he can make a get away. Then he feels the first blow of the crop landing on his face, followed by two more vicious blows from the woman. He looks at her and snarls, and tries biting her. She laughs, then all of a sudden, Jayson is in extreme pain again when he hears,  “Bad boy, rapist,”

The pain is even more intense than before. His continuing conditioning has programmed him to feel extreme ball pain that practically paralyzes him, and all he can dis scream out I’m pain. He can’t even speak because he’s been forced fed hypnosis that has striped away his human voice and speaking. He can, though, collapse down on the floor now, which he has done this time.

“You really are a stupid mut, huh bitch?” She says as she lands two more impacts onto his flesh, right on his back. This just compounds the pain he’s feeling in his bruised flesh. Once again, the human is only able to focus on the pain, and silently veg for it to stop. Within his mind he’s saying he’ll do anything for this hell to end. On the flip side of that coin, Ann and her husband know this from years of breaking down people and transforming them into a totally different kind of animal.

“You will learn your new place, Bitch!” She entones as 3 more slaps on the boy’s body. He howls more.

“You will continue to suffer, Bitch, if you don’t accept your new life!” She says in a matter of fact voice as 2 more hits of the crop land on him. She’s purposely aiming for bruises. The puppy starts making yipping and yapping sounds of pain and fear. He wants this to end. Then she lands three more hard hits. He hollers more.

“Shush Bitch!” And he instantly gets quiet. However, the pain continues.

“Sit up, puppy, come on, do as mommy says.” Hearing the word mommy makes him feel safe, he doesn’t know why, but he’s also compelled to obey  “mommy” without hesitation.  Therefore, he sits up in the expected position,  looks at his “mommy”, and thinks, mommy make pain go away. Pwease. His eyes are making the same plea. Not much anger in them right now, just the look of a suffering puppy pleading for comfort.

Lady Ann will happily give the boy the relief he needs,  however, he must be given choices, and face the consequences. That’s just how this works. Of course,  his choices are really just illusions. However,  that’s not an issue.  As long as he believes it was his choice, his dehumanization will go deeper. After all, saying “but you chose this” when enslaving a person is a good way to cut into a person’s psyche deeply and reinforce the outcome and consequences of the choice.

As far as Ann is concerned,  Jayson chose this the moment he raped his first victim. Now he’s facing the consequences of that decision. She’s vocalized this on several occasions, and deep inside Jayson’s coreself, he now understands this. He regrets his actions, mainly because he doesn’t agree with what’s being done to him. Yet, he is slowly making choices that cause him less pain. The final blow to bury Jayson and make the transformation complete is approaching soon.

First though, more sadistic fun to wreck the boy’s mind further. The more he suffers mentally, the better the final outcome when he fully submits to his enslavement and new persona in life. She gently pets the boy’s head, sending waves of pleasure through him.

“Mommy wants to make you feel better puppy,  but you have to obey her, otays puppy?” Jayson looks at here, not understanding where she’s going with this. She always has a way of making something simple become something horrible, so Jayson feels trepidation at thar comment.

“You want mommy to make you feel better, Bitch? Say yes!” 

Yes! Make it stop, he thinks. However, he answers as he’s been trained to when signaling yes, with a single sound.

“…woof,” he says in a softer tone, almost feminine, definitely weak. 

“You just have to do what mommy says, Bitch, and you won’t hurt any more because you’ve been a bad boy.” The command phrase sends more waves of pain and nausea rolling through his abused body, and he wants to drop into a ball and scream out, however, he can’t due to his conditioning. He has to sit there and take it like…the weak, pathetic bitch he’s being turned into.

He looks at her, thinking,  anything mommy, just please, stop the pain as tears roll down his cheeks. The amount of crying he’s gone through has kept his eyes bloodshot, and himself practically dehydrated.  Not to mention his hunger pains because he’s barely being fed. One thing for sure,  his body is toning up. He looks at Lady Ann and meekly barks again, signaling his acquiescence to do what she says. This makes her smile.

“Listen puppy, and do what I say. We have some trash to remove. You do. You’re old self must go Bitch. Now. Use your teeth and pick that mess up, puppy. Now! Do what mommy says, or you’ll hurt worse, I promise.” She says as she points at his nut sack. 

He looks at her, then where she’s pointing. His inhibitions get strong again. One, he doesn’t want to accept the fact he’s now a ball-less freak, two, my teeth? Eww fuck that! he thinks. He looks back at the woman, his body feeling the pain, and he’s struggling with what to do. However, the Lady had no intention of letting his reluctant ass be disobedient. He will do this, the choice, once again is simple, pain or no pain. And she intends to make the pain worse.

“Pick it up with your mouth now, Bitch!” She demands. He looks at her and growls. She smiles, steps in front of the boy sitting on his haunches, and says, “Do it, puppy, or else.” He growls deeper, as if saying, “or else what?”

She got the jist of that. She snickers, as she says, “You’ll learn, rapist.” Then she kicks him hard in his crotch, crushing his small, now absolutely worthless penis, and also landing squarely right where his former balls would have been connected to his body. Jayson sees stars!

Now Jayson is reeling in pain. This was a gut wrenching electric jolt of one of the most intense pains in his life. Fuck that hurts! he screams in his head. The puppy yelps in pain, his eyes swim in more tears. The pain rips through him like a tornado hitting a town of playing card buildings.

“In your teeth now, puppy!” She says loudly in an icy, commanding voice that sends chills down the boy’s spine. His heart sinks, the boy in him feels defeated in a way he didn’t see coming. The pain, this pain especially, is unbearable. His eyes burn from crying. His body aches and hurts so much, he feels exhausted mentally. He doesn’t understand why this is happening to him, why God could allow this, and he hates his father because he caused all this.  However, a part of him says it’s his fault for thinking he could get away with hurting weaker people, and regrets his actions.  He wants to say it, but can’t.  He’s forbidden from speaking. And defeat is a hard pill to swallow, almost as hard as submitting. 

He looks down, and falling on the proverbial sword, he woofs one time, then bends down and with more tears running down his face and a feeling of total powerlessness enshrouding his soul, the boy grabs his blackened, shriveled and dried up scrotum containing his now dead gonads with his teeth, picks it up and looks at his new mommy.

She smiles, and says, “Follow me Bitch, let’s throw the trash out,” and starts walking out of the cage. He follows her, each step making the boy in him just sink further into absolute despair, and submission as a powerless and, now, completely ball-less nothing. He no longer feels human, he feels like a trained animal being abused by a bully. 

She leads him to a trash can, and says, “Sit!” He sits, still holding the dead balls in his mouth, and looks at the woman. He’s still in pain, his eyes pleading for relief. She looks down at him, and smiles. He’s submitting to his new life, and accepting that he has a new purpose here.

“I’m pleased my slut mut. You’re doing well. The boy in you is gone now Bitch, let him go, and you’ll be happy here, I promise. You’re holding what’s left of your former self,  puppy. He’s why you’re hurting and suffering Bitch. He’s been bad, and you need to let him go. Release him, drop him into the trash can and throw away that part of your life, puppy. And mommy will make you feel better. I pwomise my little puppy girl. Mommy will make you feel all better.”

She points at the trash can as she looks at Jayson, and says, “Go on puppy,  throw away that stupid boy Jayson into the trash can. He’s why you’re suffering. It’s his fault for raping all those boys and girls. And you’re the one suffering. Choose now, puppy, suffering or happiness.”

Jayson may be thinking in simplistic terms, especially when the puppy in him is the dominant persona, however, he’s still there in his mind. He hears every word she’s saying. And he feels completely pathetic. She is right, he did this to himself. He made so many bad decisions,  starting with running away. Then ending with raping other people because it made him feel powerful. Of course, in the end, he’s now the powerless one, and it’s all his fault. With tears still running down his face, he puts his mouth over the trash receptacle and drops his former balls into the can, and Jayson hears a part of himself say, good puppy. He feels proud, oddly, like he just made the most important decision of his life.

Lady Ann exclaims, “Good puppy wuppy! Yesh, hers did so good. Such a good puppy my slut mut.” and she’s petting his head, scratching around his ears. The pain he’s feeling melts away as Jayson willingly submits to his new existence. Of course,  there’s still a few more things he must endure.

“Does my puppy want a treat? Huhs?” she asked. Bitch, feeling famished, wants that treat,  as does the small part of Jayson that’s stuck inside this body.

“woof,” they say,  together. For the first time both personas are in agreement.  Hungry! both are thinking. Lady Ann takes a cookie from her pockets, breaks it, holds it up. Then puts her left hand before the boy’s face, and says, “Give mommy a kiss like the good puppy you are, boy. Go on, kiss mommy’s hand, pup.”

Without any hesitation, he leans towards her hand and licks it like a good puppy, which just buries the human part further into the puppy. She gives him his treat. A cheap sweet biscuit style short-bread cookie, and says, “Good gurl, Bitch.  Mommy wuvs you when you’re a good girl, yes I do.”

The puppy and Jayson,  both still acting as one individual, feels giddy and happy because mommy said wuvs. And mommy gave them a treat. The Bitch is feeling like life is perfect, Jayson just hopes the pain stays away. As he finishes up his treat, he hears his leash being snapped on him, and sees the slave boy holding it.

“After she’s been outside,  take her upstairs to my bath. Give her a nice warm bath, wash her hair. Then rub cream over her body. I’ll be up shortly.”

The slave boy says, “Yes Mistress,“ and turns to leave with the puppy.

“And boy! Show her some kindness now, or I’ll beat you silly, you worthless runt!”

“Yes Mistress!” he replies, and walks away, knowing he better not upset that woman, she can make a corpse hurt after being buried for a 100 years.

Aiden leaned on the small counter looking over the guest registry. He saw the sole name for the night. There were six rooms and most of the year he had at least four of them booked for any given night, but come January and February, it was difficult to book just one room.

Evelyn Harrison, 254 Ridgeway Drive, Franklin, TN.

 She had checked in early that morning, less than an hour before the snow started. She had been friendly and seemed pleased with the accommodation. He replayed their conversation as he got her information and ran her credit card. She wanted to be an author and at forty-nine years old, retired from her job with an accounting firm in Atlanta, moved back to her hometown and decided to start writing. She admitted to struggling with getting her story underway. She thought there were too many distractions in her home, memories from the photographs of her childhood and the happy life with her parents and two siblings. Therefore, she was coming to his small lodge north of Weaverville, North Carolina to have a few days of no distractions. She had been thrilled by the snowfall beginning as she got her luggage from her car. It meant there would be few if any other guests that could disturb her.

Aiden looked out the window at the eight inches of snow that now covered the ground and clung to the trees. It really was beautiful and with the blanket of snow, the mountainside was quiet, so quiet it could be eerie to some, but to him it was comforting. Through the trees he got framed views of the open meadow below. In spring it was a riot of color, wildflowers covering most of it, but now it was a white plain, broken only by a narrow stream snaking through the middle of it.

It was surprising that Weaverville was only thirty minutes away, a small town with restaurants, grocery stores, and shops, but on the mountain, it was worlds away. Despite the interior warmth of the room, he could feel the cold of the mountain. The way it would make one feel invigorated when first going out. Every breath, pure and clean.

He turned and went back to work on his computer, checked future reservations and events to occur in Asheville, Blowing Rock and other areas within a half day’s drive. He knew guests that stayed more than three days would be looking for something to do during their stay. He checked his grocery list and went ahead and put an order to the nearest grocery store with a pickup time the next afternoon. He would go after lunch, making a note to check with Ms. Harrison whether she needed anything. He started to close his laptop but flipped to one of the news sites he checked from time to time. There were three he looked at: BBC News, The AP, and DW, the site from Germany. Anything but Fox and CNN, hating the former and feeling like the latter chased viewers too hard. He scanned the headlines and the feeling of being overwhelmed overtook him, so he closed the laptop shutting out the world. He looked out the window until feeling calm again.

He had laundry to do, and it never hurt to get the ingredients for a salad prepped. Maybe he would chop some of the pecans he had shipped from Georgia, and the mushrooms he got at the farmer’s market last weekend. He went through the door behind the check-in counter to his private quarters; a small living room with a television he rarely watched and bookshelves lining two walls, nearly full of the books that he used to fill his free time. He got to the small dining room, just a passage with a built-in table and bench seating to one side and a butler’s pantry on the other. The smallness made eating at the table feel quaint, cozy, for at the end of the niche was a window that overlooked the valley. He was about to enter the small kitchen when the bell attached to the front door rang out.

Who could it be, he wondered, looking back at the door to the front. Maybe it was the mailman needing a signature on a package or one of the neighbors, if someone a quarter of a mile away could be considered a neighbor. He headed to the front, coming out behind the counter where he froze. He looked at the man standing at the small table with brochures for area tourist attractions. The man turned to him and smiled.

“Hey, Aiden. How have you been?”

“What are you doing here?”

“You know I looked for you for three months after you left, then gave up.”

“What?”

“Then last month an aunt and uncle came back from their vacation talking about this small lodge north of Asheville. They went on and on about how the lodge was so remote you had to drive thirty minutes to get to the nearest town, how the owner prepared meals for the guests, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and during their praise of this lodge, they mentioned the owner’s name.”

“There were no Crawfords here.”

“Mother’s side of the family. The Gardner’s from Macon?”

“Oh…yeah, I remember them. But Shaun, why are you here?” said Aiden, as he looked at the person so familiar it made him feel breathless. He felt his heart race, and the welling up of those old feelings that took months to beat down. The hurt when Shaun had said ‘I’m sorry’ just before leaving. Shaun had left with his parents for Seattle, where they were relocating their small business, getting closer to their main suppliers.

“Aiden, when I came—”

“Stop. Shaun…I can’t do this; not now.”

“But Aiden, there is some misunderstanding. It doesn’t make sense that you would just up and leave and—”

“There was nothing in Atlanta left for me to keep me there.”

Aiden stared at Shaun, and he could see the search for what to say in the way the eyes didn’t focus on anything. He wondered why, after two years, Shaun was standing in front of him. Why come all this way from Seattle just to see him.

Shaun moved up the counter. “I’d like to check in for a few days.”

“What? No.”

“No?”

“I’m booked up.”

Shaun smiled, shaking his head. “Liar. You have one guest,” he said, pointing at Evelyn Harrison’s name.

Aiden sighed heavily, then held out a pen for Shaun to put his information into the ledger. He watched the neat cursive handwriting, noting how that hadn’t changed either.

Shaun Crawford

784 Adair Ave NE

Atlanta, GA

“You…you…you’re back in Atlanta?”

“Aiden, I never left.”

“What?”

“After I get settled in, can we talk?”

Aiden stared at Shaun, unsure what was going on. Two years ago, Shaun came to him, said he had to go, that his parents were moving their business to Seattle, and that he was sorry. ‘I’m sorry,’ he had said as he went out the door. Didn’t that mean he was going to Seattle to live too. But he was still in Atlanta, and he looked up at Shaun confused.

“Aiden, we need to talk.”

“Okay,” Aiden uttered.

 

 

Aiden watched Shaun come back inside with a suitcase and a backpack. While pretending to be looking at something on his laptop, he cut his eyes up and watched him go up the stairs to the second floor where five of the guest rooms were located. Only one room was on the ground floor, and it was occupied by Evelyn Harrison, because she wanted the quietest room available. Only Shaun’s lower legs were visible when he stopped on the stairs.

“Aiden, I’ll be back down in a few minutes, and we can talk.”

“Dinner is at six and I need to get it prepared. Come down for dinner and we can talk afterward.”

“Okay, Aiden. After dinner.”

Aiden stared at the feet as they started moving again until they were out of sight.

 

 

Evelyn had excused herself leaving Aiden and Shaun at the table in the guest dining room, a room originally a large side porch, but now glassed in. It could be brutally cold in winter but with the wood heater blowing warm air across the room, it was cozy, making the snow-covered landscape outside seem surreal, a fantasy world that was just beyond the glass.

“You thought I was moving to Seattle with my parents,” said Shaun, not as a question but stated as fact.

Aiden nodded.

“I realize I wasn’t clear. I meant I was sorry for having to rush off. I knew I had to be gone for a month, and that was going to be for too long.”

Aiden looked up wondering how he had gotten it all wrong.

“Aiden, why didn’t you take my calls?”

“I thought you had just up and left without even discussing it with me.”

“You blocked me.”

“Yes.”

“I know your family sold your hotel and left within the month, and…where did you go? When I came back, you were gone, and I couldn’t find you.”

“Mom and dad always wanted to travel, and selling the hotel gave them the opportunity to retire and take off on a vacation.”

“And you went with them.”

“Yes.”

“Where did you go?” said Shaun, his tone different, more casual as if just a conversation between friends.

“Japan…Thailand, Australia, a week in New Zealand, then back to Mexico before returning.”

“How long were you gone?”

“Three months.”

“Three months…that is about the time I gave up and stopped looking for you.”

“When we returned, mom and dad moved to Blowing Rock and helped me get this place renovated as a lodge.”

“Was it a residence?”

“Yes. It belonged to a great aunt and uncle and one of dad’s cousins had inherited it. They used it for a vacation home for a few years until his wife decided it was too remote. Dad found out at a funeral for a relative they were going to sell it.”

“When was this?”

“Right after we got back. Everything happened fast when we returned. Mom and dad getting settled in Blowing Rock and me overseeing the renovation while living here.”

“You never went back to Atlanta.”

“Just to get my stuff that I had put in storage.”

Snow fell from a limb making it move up and down for a few seconds which caught their attention. Aiden stared out at the limb while seeing Shaun from the corner of his eye turn back to him.

“Aiden, can we talk about what we had?”

Aiden turned to him, wondering if they could go back. Was it possible to just erase all the misunderstandings and lost time. He had told himself he had moved on and would start dating again once he had the lodge settled down, knowing the lodge was set up for such personal service, he had no time for dating.

“Aiden?”

“Can we go back to what we had?”

“No, I don’t think so. But we can move forward with something new.”

“How? My life is here with the lodge and your life is back in Atlanta.”

“Aiden, I can work from anywhere. I don’t need to be in Atlanta.”

Aiden looked up, seeing the possibilities unfolding before him. Shaun smiled for the first time, then leaned forward, arms resting on the table.

“Aiden, I would move here for you. I just wish I was here with you when you went through the renovation and started the business. I wanted to be with you.”

Aiden sat silent for a long time, unsure what to say. What was there to say. He had misunderstood and Shaun had not been clear that his leaving was just for a month.

“I’m sorry,” whispered Aiden as tears trickled down his cheeks.

“Aiden don’t; it’s okay. We both messed up. Come on, don’t cry.”

“I’m not,” he uttered while trying to breathe normally as tears came faster.

Shaun got up and came around the table and hugged Aiden. “Please don’t cry.”

“Do you…really want to start over?”

“Yes.”

Aiden buried his face into Shaun’s chest and cried.

 

 

Aiden sat on his bed watching Shaun come into the room. He watched him come to a place close enough he could reach out and touch him. He watched him unbutton his shirt, slip it from the shoulders, and allowed to fall to the floor. He watched the jeans unbuttoned, the zipper tugged down, then worked down the legs, the right foot, then the left freed. The jeans were tossed on the floor and Shaun stood in boxer briefs bulging with his arousal.

Aiden saw the familiar body. The lean muscular build from jogging and bicycling. The fair skin, the baby face, the nickel size nipples, the right one circled by a tattoo of a dragon, not of western myth but of the far East. He saw the confidence ebb away, Shaun suddenly hesitant, and he reached out and grazed his fingers along the stomach, along the top of the waistband, then over the cock straining at its confinement.

“Do you promise not to run away again?” whispered Shaun.

“Yes.”

“You’ll stay with me…forever.”

Aiden knew forever was impossible, but he knew what Shaun spoke of. “Yes,” as he grasped the front of the boxer briefs at the waistband and pulled Shaun to him. He leaned into the body, kissing the stomach as he tugged the boxer briefs down. He wanted Shaun naked. He wanted the cock free, the body fully exposed.

He wanted him until he was breathing hard.

“Aiden,” Shaun uttered as Aiden mouthed the cock, moving his lips along the growing length. He tongued and kissed it, then captured the head in his mouth and pushed forward. He closed his eyes and relished the feel of Shaun in his mouth. How the cock filled it and pushed into his throat. He moved on it, letting it slide over his tongue while rubbing one hand over the chest and across the hardening nipples. He used the other to fondle the sac, working the nuts around within it, then he tugged on it the way Shaun liked while getting sucked.

“Fuck,” Shaun uttered as he ran his hands through Aiden’s black hair.

The cock swelled to full hardness, thick and over eight inches long, and with every wet slick swipe over the head with his tongue, Shuan shivered and moaned. He held the waist and moved his mouth on it until Shaun was pumping with the hips, and he held still letting Shuan fuck his mouth. He knew Shaun was close, too close to hold back, and he held in place waiting for the first eruption.

He didn’t wait long.

Cum hit the back of his throat, then flooded his mouth. He closed his lips around the flexing cock, capturing every wad, swallowing it. Then he milked the last drop from the cock, licking it off the head.

Shaun pulled him to his feet and began to undress him. Almost frantic in the way buttons were worked free, and how the shirt was roughly pulled off his shoulders and down the arms. The khakis were loosened, worked down his legs and he held up one foot then the other letting Shaun pull them off. Shaun stayed stooped before him taking his boxers by the waist band and pulling them down. His cock flopped out, almost fully erect, and Shaun captured it in his mouth. Shaun stroked his cock while sucking the head, desperate for him to cum.

Aiden combed his fingers through the light brown hair, closed them into fists, and moved the head back and forth, feeling how the mouth moved on his cock. He pumped his cock over the tongue, into the throat, until he closed his eyes and thrust forward as his cock erupted, pumping wad after wad into the mouth.

 

 

Shaun knew Aiden would stay hard after coming just once. He knew Aiden, knew how his fuck would last a long time, until the two of them were sweaty and breathless. As Aiden stood, he moved around him to the bed. He lay back on it, ass right at the edge, and held up his legs.

Aiden moved to Shaun, took the legs behind the knees, pushing them back and apart. He rubbed his wet cock over the ass, pumped it alongside Shaun’s cock, then down over the ass. It rubbed over the tight opening and Aiden watched Shaun stare up at him, then close his eyes and lay back, and he knew Shaun was ready. He put his cock to the tight opening and breached its tightness. Slowly, gently, he worked the head of his cock into him, then inch after inch of his cock until halfway inside him. He held still, waiting. Shaun’s rapid breathing slowed, then the head rose as the eyes opened. Aiden saw the familiar look, one of longing and desire, and he began to work his hips. A slow tug outward, then a slow push inward. Over and over, working deeper and deeper, until his hips pressed against the ass.

“Aiden.”

A breathless utterance. A plea. Aiden knew what Shaun wanted.

He worked his hips faster and faster, until hips were smacking against the ass. He fucked, fucked hard, until he felt the tightening of his muscles. He pulled out.

“Move up on the bed.”

Aiden watched Shaun work his way up the bed then lay back, legs held up. He moved up to him, took each leg, and pushed them over and down. He pressed the thighs against the chest angling the ass up, perfect for his cock. He penetrated him again, all the way. He pressed against the ass then he began to fuck. He hammered the ass as he shoved cock into its depths. He held Shaun down and fucked until sweat rained down on him.

“Jesus…fuck me,” exclaimed Shaun.

And Aiden fucked him. Fucked until gasping for breath and muscles burned from his exertions. He fucked until nothing registered but Shaun and how his cock felt buried in the ass. He pumped his cock in Shaun’s depths until he could not hold back. He shoved deeply into the ass and came.

 

 

Aiden rolled to his back and scooted over next to Shaun. He moved against him, pushing his still hard cock against the hip. Shaun twisted his hips and held up his left leg spreading his ass. Aiden put his cock to the cum slick ass and penetrated it again. He slow fucked Shaun, working his hips as he kissed the neck, tugged the earlobe, and hugged the body against his own.

Shaun took his own cock and began to stroke it, slowly, smearing its slick along the hard shaft. As Aiden fucked his ass, he stroked his cock with the same slow rhythm. He came first, aroused by how Aiden had fucked him; was still fucking him. He shuddered and threw his head back as his cock swelled within his fist, then erupted, shooting a rope of cum across his chest, then rained it over his stomach.

“Fuck…Shaun,” exclaimed Aiden as he pushed all the way into the ass and came again. He knew it wasn’t much, but the feel of his cock erupting in the ass was still just as overpowering.

 

 

Shaun guided Aiden under the shower. He had soaped him from head to toe, even shampooing the hair, and now he moved him under the spray to rinse the suds away. He kissed Aiden, then handed him the soap.

Aiden soaped up the familiar body, ran hands over every inch of it, then guided Shaun under the spray.

“Do you promise?” said Aiden.

“What?”

“You’ll stay with me.”

“I promise.”

“How long will it take for you to move here?”

Shaun smiled.

“What?”

“I have my clothes and some personal things in my 4Runner. As to the rest, I just need to call mom and dad in the morning, and they’ll head out with it.”

“You already have your stuff packed?”

“And I sold all of my furniture and television. I kept my computer figuring it best we do not try to share that.”

“You’re joking.”

“No, I’m serious.”

“What…what if I…”

“I don’t know.”

Aiden stared at Shaun; not sure he believed him. But he knew him to be impulsive at times, going after whatever he was aiming for.

“Aiden?” Shaun whispered.

“Yeah?”

“If I don’t use my room, can I get a refund?”

Aiden stared at him, then he smiled seeing Shaun do the same. They began to laugh, then kiss, and utter silly affections. Shaun pushed Aiden against the wall and pressed against him as they kissed. When Shaun pulled back, he stared into the grey eyes.

“So, I should call my folks in the morning?”

“It’s not too late, call them tonight.”

“I’ll do that.”

 

7 Months Later

The air was dry and cool, and the skies were vivid blue, a perfect fall day in the mountains. Shaun and Aiden sat in the Adirondack chairs in the only lawn at the lodge, a small circle of grass below the entrance. They watched four of their guests heading down the drive to the trail head, knowing they were heading to the rock outcropping near the ridgeline. It was the best place to overlook the valley because it gave a stunning view of it. It was mid-October, and the leaves were in full color. It was the busiest time of year and the lodge was fully booked.

When the guests were out of sight, they leaned back and looked through the trees to the open meadow below. The grasses were brown and gold, all framed by the reds, oranges, and yellows of the surrounding trees.

“The leaves are really beautiful this year,” said Shaun.

“Yes, they are.”

“Do you think the contractor will be done before winter sets in?”

“He has three dried in and will have the other cabin done next week.”

Aiden had been planning an expansion since moving to the mountain, and when Shaun moved in, ready to contribute, he got a contractor on board, contract worked out and had them underway by the middle of the summer. There would be four cabins that were two rental units in each, then above the lodge halfway to the ridgeline, two treehouses, both finished and rented out. It allowed them to hire help, a couple from nearby. The husband would keep the grounds cleaned up and help with building maintenance and the wife would over see the two people hired to clean rooms and the common areas and help at the check-in counter. But the most important thing to Aiden and Shuan, it would let them take vacations without interrupting the operation.

“I can’t wait until February,” said Shaun.

“It’ll be nice to take a vacation.”

“And celebrate our anniversary.”

Aiden smiled.

“Mom said we would love Rio de Janeiro,” said Shaun.

“A week in Rio,” Aiden uttered with satisfaction.

“And a week in Mexico.”

For a moment they were silent, listening the breeze rustle through the trees.

“We need to decide on where we want to go. I still say San Miguel de Allende,” said Shaun, saying the name of the city with a flourish.

“Puerto Vallarta looks nice too.”

“Maybe we should add a week and stay in both.”

Aiden chuckled, then sighed. “Two weeks will be a stretch. We can do Puerto Vallarta another time.”

“Should we go in and start lunch?”

Aiden lay back and closed his eyes. He felt the warmth of the sun on his face and the coolness of the air. “Let’s sit for a few more minutes.”

I got back to my hotel starving and in need of a shower. The events of the day had consumed me in a way I thought impossible, and over dinner, I thought of nothing but Simon and what he had introduced me to. Six times he fucked me and six times I had shot my load. I had never done that before in my life and I was convinced about the healing properties of the forest because my cock had grown significantly during my time in the forest but as I sat at my table, I could tell my cock had normalised its length and girth without the influence of my feet touching the ground. I resolved in my mind to return the next day, privately toasting my decision-making by ordering a second glass of wine to take onto the hotel patio.

With my glass of wine, I walked onto the patio of the hotel, the warm evening breeze playing with my hair. I was lost in thought when a young man with a boyish grin took the seat opposite me. He had a glow about him that seemed almost otherworldly, and I couldn’t help but feel drawn to his youthful energy.

“I’m Adam,” he said, extending a hand. His eyes twinkled with mischief.

“Nice to meet you,” I responded, taking his hand and exchanging a hearty handshake. “I’m Steve. What finds you here?” I inquired.

“Here? It’s the best place I know to explore the New Forest, and don’t laugh, but I’m a tree hugger. But not just any trees, Steve. The New Forest has some of the oldest, most majestic ones around.” His voice was light, like the rustle of leaves on the wind, and his enthusiasm was infectious.

“Really? It’s a funny old life, but I met a tree bather today when out walking. There he was lying naked under a tree, taking in the energy of the forest without a care in the world.”

“Cool,” Adam responded. “I’ve never done tree bathing, but I’ve heard about it. Did you know that tree bathing and tree hugging enhance mental and physical health?”

“I do now from my experience today. Quite revealing I can tell you.” giving a knowing smile as I responded.

“Cool mate. Did you feel the healing of the forest with your bare feet?” Adam asked. “You must have felt something, surely?”

“I did, and it wasn’t the only thing the forest healed this afternoon, I can tell you.”

“Wow, mate, tell me?” Adam insisted.

I took a sip of my wine, the cool liquid sliding down my throat as I recounted the earlier part of my day. “Well, this guy, Simon, he was just lying there, talking about the energy of the trees and how being naked under them could cleanse the soul.” I leaned back in my chair, the memory of Simon’s skilled hands on my body making me tingle. “It was quite something. I felt so alive, like my senses had been turned up to eleven.”

“Wow,” was all Adam could say. “And… how about your thingy? Sometimes when I hug a tree, my thingy reacts and… well, it’s strange but I feel revitalised in ways I can’t describe.”

“Thingy? Oh, that thingy. I guess it did respond, but I’m not quite sure if we should be chatting like this.”

“It’s cool, mate. It’s just us chatting,” Adam replied. “Every time I go to the woods, my todger grows, and well, don’t laugh, but I can spend hours walking through the forest, hard as anything. Sometimes, it even gets painful after a while, but once I put my shoes back on and stop hugging trees, it returns to normal. Perhaps I should shag a tree, if you know what I mean.”

I laughed out loud, knowing full well what Adam was saying. “Yep, I get that, and I know what you are saying.”

“Did you know, Steve, that Oak trees have male and female flowers growing on the same tree? Male flowers grow in long, dangly clusters and appear between April and May when they release their pollen into the air. The female flowers look like tiny red flower buds between the leaves and branches?”

“Adam, I confess it’s never even crossed my mind, but I guess it makes sense,” I replied, appreciating the useless information the young man had imparted. “I guess oak trees are bi-sexual,” chuckling at my pathetic joke.

“Don’t laugh, Steve, it’s true and tomorrow I plan to hug some oak trees and feel their vibe,” Adam declared. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Me? Certainly not tree hugging, I can tell you, but I will return to the forest for a lovely walk under the canopy of branches and leaves.”

“Do you mind if I join you on your walk. I might be able to teach you a thing or two?” Adam asked.

I sat there pondering his request while I took a sip of wine. What would happen if I found Simon? What would Adam think? Was Adam an axe murderer? I shook my head, dismissing the axe murderer bit as a step too far in my pondering. “Why not?” I said, feeling a thrill of excitement. “It’ll be good to explore the forest with someone who knows it so well.”

“I don’t know the forest that well,” Adam said, “but it will be great to share the energy with someone who appreciates it. See you in the morning,” Adam declared, at which point, he knocked his cider back and got up to leave. “Tomorrow morning, then. Shall we say 10 am?”

“Okay, 10 am at the front of the hotel,” I confirmed as I watched him walk away.

That night, I slept like a baby, my dreams filled with vivid images of the forest and the exhilarating moments shared with Simon. I saw the oak tree looming above us, the sunlight piercing through the leaves, creating a sacred space for our union. The sensation of Simon’s cock inside me played on repeat in my mind, bringing a smile to my face even in sleep. The dreams were so intense, so real, that I woke up more than once, excited and impatient for the day to begin.

Adam was waiting for me as I exited the revolving doors of the hotel. He was dressed like a tree hugger might be in his hippy-type clothes. I, on the other hand, was a little more conventional, wearing shorts and a floral shirt with only sandals to protect my feet.

“Morning, Steve, I’m so excited for the day ahead,” Adam said enthusiastically.

“I can tell Adam, and if all goes according to plan, it should be a marvellous day,” was all I could say in response.

The walk to the forest was uneventful, but the moment we set foot in the forest, Adam kicked his sandals off, curling his toes on the dry ground. He took a deep breath, his eyes closing for a moment as if in silent communion with the trees around us. Watching him, I felt a sudden urge to do the same, the memory of the previous day’s ecstasy making my skin prickle with anticipation.

I had never met a tree hugger before, but in truth, I had never met a tree bather before either, but I watched Adam wrap his arms around the first suitable tree and waited patiently for him to break the embrace, which he did after a couple of minutes.

“Steve, do you feel it?”

“Feel what?” I asked.

“The power, Steve, the energy and the vibe.”

“I feel nothing,” I said, my voice sounding hollow even to my ears as I stared at the tree trunk before me.

Adam looked over at me, his eyes wide with wonder. “You’re not barefoot, Steve,” he pointed out gently. “You won’t truly feel the forest unless you connect with it.”

I looked down at my sandals, feeling a little foolish. Of course, I had missed the most fundamental part of the experience. I slipped them off and felt the earth beneath my feet, the sensation sending a shiver up my spine. The forest floor was cool and slightly damp, and the sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before. It was as if I were being grounded, my body absorbing the energy of the earth and the trees.

“I feel it now, Adam, I do,” as I put the sandals in my backpack. Adam, though, had chosen to carry his sandals as we set off into the forest.

As we continued to walk, the vibrancy of the forest grew more pronounced with each step. The light played across the floor as if the sun was winking at us through the leaves. The smells grew stronger, more complex, and with each breath, I felt more alive, more connected to the world around me.

After about thirty minutes, I noticed a change in Adam’s gait. He was walking with a slight swagger, his hand frequently straying to his groin, adjusting something. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was feeling the same stirrings I was. The thought of his cock growing hard, just like mine, was strangely comforting. It was as if the forest had cast a spell over us.

“You okay, Adam, you seem a bit uncomfortable?” I asked.

Adam looked over at me, a slightly embarrassed smile playing on his lips. “Yeah, it’s just…the energy of the forest, you know?”

I nodded, my cock thickening with the surging power of the forest. “I know exactly what you mean,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “It’s pretty intense.”

Adam stopped walking, his eyes searching the trees around us. “You know, I’ve heard that sometimes, if you’re open to it, the forest can give you what you need.” He turned to face me, his gaze intense. “What do you need right now, Steve?”

“Seriously, I need to be less restricted if you get my meaning?” was all I could say to his question.

“Ah, I dig you. Seems you have the same problem I have, Steve,” Adam grinned, looking at my shorts. “Let’s experience the forest if you know what I mean?” as Adam pushed down his multi-coloured hippy long pants to reveal his a noticeable erection poking out straight under the fabric of his brightly patterned boxer shorts.

“That’s better,” Adam exclaimed. “A little bit of freedom goes a long way,” as he stood there in his hippy-type shirt and boxer shorts, looking at me to follow his lead.

With a deep breath, I pushed down my shorts, the material snagging briefly on my erection. My cock would have bobbed in the air, if the cotton fabric of my briefs hadn’t restricted its freedom as Adam’s eyes widened as he took in the sight, his grin growing wider. “Wow, you weren’t kidding,” he murmured appreciatively. “Your cock is really wanting its release from its cotton prison.”

“I have to confess, Adam, I’m definitely impressed with yours. It appears your body responds well to the forest.”

“Well, you are not bad yourself, Steve, but they are not the best type of underwear to wear in these circumstances. You look very uncomfortable with your body being so restricted.”

“I don’t think other walkers would appreciate seeing me if you get my gist. We are still on a major path, but if you fancy a quieter, denser path, we could consider being less restricted.”

“Steve, nothing wrong with being natural and at one with nature. I vote for being natural on such a lovely day, and besides, we’ve been walking for thirty minutes and haven’t seen anyone yet.”

“I get that, but I just think we should be more circumspect because we are both aroused, and we might offend other people’s sensibilities.”

“Well, you can do as you wish, but I’m going to enjoy my freedom.” And with that statement, Adam pulled off his shirt and then pushed his boxer shorts down, allowing them to fall to the ground, his cock now free, standing almost to attention at, I guessed, ten or eleven inches.

“Wow, Adam, I’m officially impressed.”

“Cheers, Steve,” Adam said as he scooped up his clothes, rolling them into a bundle only to hide them behind a secluded tree along with his sandals, only to hug the tree, thanking it for looking after his clothes for the day.

I couldn’t resist staring at Adam’s cock. “My god, it’s huge,” I muttered to myself as I pulled my shirt over my head, followed by slipping my tighty whities down, only to step out of them, rolling them up and putting them in my backpack along with my sandals.

“Not bad, not bad,” Adam said as he looked at me. “And you’re circumcised as well. I love circumcised cocks. Perhaps we shall get acquainted later, but in the interim, hide your backpack with my stuff. It will be fine.”

“Okay, I shall and thanks for the compliment. It’s nice to know someone appreciates me,” I chuckled in response.

I followed Adam’s lead and stowed my backpack with our clothes behind the tree. The coolness of the earth against my bare skin was a stark contrast to the heat of the day, and I felt a sudden sense of freedom that was both liberating and slightly awkward. We continued our journey into the forest, our nakedness feeling less strange with each step we made.

The path grew narrower and more secluded, the trees closing in around us like ancient sentinels guarding the secrets of the wood. We walked side by side, our erections bobbing slightly with each step, the air charged with an unspoken tension that was both electrifying and a little intimidating.

Adam stopped abruptly, his eyes lighting up as he spotted another suitable tree for his embrace. He practically leapt towards it, his body moving with a grace that belied his size. I watched him for a moment, his skin seemingly glowing with vitality as he wrapped his arms around the thick trunk, his cock brushing against the bark, depositing a little bit of precum. “Come on, Steve, try it.”

Taking a deep breath, I approached the tree next to him, feeling a bit self-conscious as I reached out to hug it. The bark was rough and warm against my bare chest, and for a second, I wondered if this was all just a bunch of nonsense. But then, something strange happened. A tingle began at the base of my spine and slowly radiated outwards, filling me with a sense of peace and belonging. My erection, which had slightly wilted in the face of my uncertainty, grew firm again. I closed my eyes and let the energy of the tree wash over me, feeling my cock pulse with newfound life.

“Do you know, you two are like a herd of elephants marching through the woods. You couldn’t make more noise if you tried, and….nice bottoms boys.”

I spun around, my heart racing, and there he was, Simon, the very man who had introduced me to the art of tree bathing. He was naked, his cock standing proud and firm as ever. He was smiling broadly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Steve, who’s your friend?” he called out.

“Ah, Simon, this is Adam,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “Adam, this is Simon, the man I told you about.”

Adam’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of Simon’s naked form, his gaze lingering on Simon’s cock for a second too long. “Wow,” he breathed. “You’re huge.”

“And you’re a tree hugger,” Simon said, his voice warm and welcoming. “I see the forest has blessed you both today.”

We all shared a laugh, the tension of our encounter dissipating into the warm summer air. Adam took a step closer to Simon, his hand reaching out tentatively to touch the bark of the tree. “It’s true,” he murmured. “I’ve never felt so alive.”

“Well, why don’t we find a quieter spot?” I suggested, glancing around nervously. “We don’t want to scare off any wildlife or, worse, bump into a family out for a walk.”

Simon nodded in agreement, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “I know just the place,” he said, leading us deeper into the forest, “where we can have some serious fun. You guys up for it?”

“Definitely,” I responded as Adam just worked it out.

“You two weren’t just tree bathing yesterday, were you?” Adam asked.

“Tree bathing comes in all forms, including letting the forest guide you, and yesterday, the forest demanded we share our bodies in the most natural way possible,” Simon answered, “which we did.”

As we moved through the trees, our bodies brushing against the foliage, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement building within me. Adam’s cock had grown even harder, and I could feel mine pulsing in time with his as we walked. Simon’s cock was constantly poking up towards the canopy of the forest with a hint of precum leaking as it bobbed from his stride when finally, we arrived at a small clearing, the sunlight dappling through the leaves above us, creating a patchwork of light and shade on the forest floor. Simon led us to the centre, where a particularly large oak tree stood, its branches reaching out like welcoming arms.

“This is it,” he said, his voice low and reverent. “The heart of the forest.”

Adam and I exchanged a look, and I knew we were both thinking the same thing as Simon asked, “I have two fine bottoms to enjoy if you are both up for it? Any special requests?”

Adam looked over at me, his eyes filled with excitement and curiosity. I felt a thrill run through me as I nodded my consent. “Why not?” I said, feeling the forest’s energy pulse through my body.

Adam quickly mentioned, “We didn’t bring any lube with us.”

“Guys, nothing to worry about. I did,” producing a bottle of natural linseed oil harvested from flax that grows in the forest, pouring a small drop onto the tip of his cock, allowing it to run down the shaft.

Adam smiled in response to Simon’s forward thinking, as he stepped over to the oak tree, his cock bobbing slightly with each step. He bent over a low branch, his ass high in the air. The sun glinted off his skin, making it look like he was glowing. I knelt before him, taking in the size of his erection. It was impressive, larger than Simon’s, and I worried I might not be able to take it all.

With a sense of purpose, I leaned in and took the head of Adam’s cock in my mouth. It was warm and firm, and I felt a strange sense of power as I began to suck him off. His breathing grew ragged, and he moaned softly as I worked him over. Meanwhile, I could see Simon approaching Adam from behind, his cock oiled and ready.

Simon knelt behind Adam, his tongue tracing a wet path around his tight hole. Adam’s eyes went wide, and he let out a gasp as Simon’s fingers slid inside him, preparing him for what was to come. I watched, transfixed, as Simon worked his magic, his movements deliberate and skilled. Adam’s body began to relax, and his moans grew louder as he grew accustomed to the sensation.

Simon looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust. “You’re next,” he murmured before turning his attention back to Adam. He positioned his cock, which was now thick and slick with oil, and pushed it slowly inside him. Adam’s body tensed, and he let out a guttural groan that was part pleasure, part pain. I could feel my arousal growing as I watched the scene unfold before me.

Adam took a few deep breaths, his hands gripping the branch tightly. “Oh fuck,” he groaned as Simon began to move, his hips pumping steadily. I felt a strange kinship with him, knowing all too well the feeling of being filled by Simon’s cock. I wanted more, needed more, and I knew that when Simon was done with Adam, he would give it to me.

The sounds of their lovemaking filled the clearing, the rustle of leaves and the distant call of birds providing a natural soundtrack to their passion. I stroked my cock, feeling the beginnings of a powerful orgasm build within me. I didn’t want to cum yet, not without Simon inside me.

 

As Simon picked up the pace, Adam’s moans grew more frantic. It was clear that he was on the edge, his body trembling with each thrust. And then, with a final, desperate cry, Adam came, spurting his cum into my mouth. I swallowed all of it, savouring the taste of him as I watched

Simon continue to pound away, his orgasm drawing near and then, Simon groaned, muttering, “My god, I’m cumming,” as he climaxed providing comfort and warmth as he flooded Adam’s body. Simon stood upright, his cock still inside Adam, as he looked at me. “Your turn, Steve”.

Simon pulled out of Adam and gestured for me to take his place. I eagerly stepped forward, my body humming with anticipation as I bent over the branch next to Adam, who hadn’t stood up yet after his pounding.

Simon whispered sweet nothings into my ear, his hands running over my skin like a gentle breeze. Using the natural oil he prepared my anus, and I felt his fingers push inside me, stretching me out in preparation for his cock.

The moment he entered me, I let out a moan that seemed to echo through the forest. It was everything I had been craving since the moment we had parted ways yesterday. The sensation was overwhelming; a mix of pleasure and pain that only served to heighten my arousal. Simon began to move, his rhythm slow and steady, building the tension with each stroke.

As we fucked, the forest came alive around us. It was as if the trees were watching, the very air charged with sexual energy. I could feel the vibrations of our union resonating through me, amplifying my pleasure. The world narrowed to just the two of us, lost in our passion, our bodies moving in perfect harmony with the natural world.

Adam watched us, his eyes hooded with desire. He stroked his cock, which had not gone soft, the forest doing its magic, and I knew that he was considering whether to join us as he stood up.

Without a word, Adam approached us, his hand reaching out to grip Simon’s shoulder. Simon paused, looking over his shoulder at the younger man, his expression questioning. Adam didn’t need words; he bent down and kissed Simon, his hands moving to cut the warden’s ass. Simon groaned into the kiss, his hips pushing into me as Adam’s hand searched for the oil.

Adam’s hand slid between Simon’s cheeks, his fingers probing the tight hole. Simon’s breath hitched, and he pulled out of me slightly, allowing Adam to line his cock up with Simon’s ass. With a gentle push, Adam began to enter Simon, the sound of their bodies meeting mingling with the rustle of leaves and the distant call of a bird.

The sensation was indescribable as I felt Simon’s cock thicken and stretch me open further as Adam filled him. The three of us were connected in a dance as old as the forest itself, a primal mating that seemed to resonate with the very earth beneath us.

Adam took his time, inching into Simon slowly, allowing him to adjust to the size. Simon’s hands tightened on my hips, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Adam pushed deeper. When Adam was in, he paused, and I could feel Simon’s cock pulsing inside me as he absorbed the huge cock that Adam continued to shove into him.

The two men began to move together, their bodies in perfect sync, fucking in a way that was both tender and raw. The sounds of their union grew louder, the forest seeming to hold its breath in anticipation of our climax.

I had never felt so alive, so connected to the world around me. The sun warmed my back, and the smell of the earth filled my nostrils as I felt the beginnings of an orgasm build within me. Simon was pounding my g-spot and my body was reacting as if the trees were cheering us on, their leaves whispering encouragement.

With a final, guttural roar, Simon came again, filling me with his hot seed as he reached around to stroke my cock. My orgasm hit me like a bolt of lightning, my body convulsing with pleasure as I shot my load onto the forest floor. Simon kept pumping me, releasing more seed with each thrust and in turn, my cock pumped more seed onto the forest floor in quantities I had never experienced before.

Adam, though, was still pounding Simon, his ten inches sliding in and out in time with Simon. I couldn’t see Adam properly, but I could hear him as Simon continued to fuck me. Adam’s groans suggested he was near his climax, and then a loud groan came from Adam as he climaxed, shooting his load into Simon.

The two men leaned into each other, their bodies slick with sweat and oil, their breathing heavy and ragged. I felt a strange sense of pride that I had been the conduit for their connection, as Simon slipped out of my body, bending down to kiss my back while cum started to leak out of my hole. I was in heaven, and the forest ensured I was ready to take more of them.

Adam pulled out of Simon, his cock glistening with cum. He stepped over to me, his erection bobbing slightly with each step as I remained bent over the oak tree’s branch. He positioned himself behind me, and I felt the head of his cock nudge against my still-pulsating hole and with a gentle push, he slid inside, filling me up once again.

As Adam began to fuck me, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder at the sheer size of him. His cock was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and the way he moved, with a gentle confidence that belied his youth, was intoxicating. I pushed back into him, eager for more, my moans mingling with the sounds of the forest.

Simon turned his attention to Adam, his cock still hard and demanding, covered in cum from fucking me. He whispered something into the young man’s ear, something that made Adam’s eyes go wide with excitement. Before I knew it, Simon was behind Adam, his cock pressing against the younger man’s still-tender entrance. Adam leaned into me, his body shaking slightly as he braced himself.

With both hands on Adam’s hips, Simon began to push into him, his movements slow and deliberate. Adam’s eyes squeezed shut, and he let out a low whine that grew louder as Simon filled him. I listened in amazement as the two men found a rhythm, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as Adam fucked me and Simon fucked Adam.

Adam’s grip on me tightened as Simon’s cock slammed into him, his hips bucking forward to meet each thrust. I could feel the tremors of his orgasm building, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. And then, with a final, desperate push, Adam came, his semen spurting into my body in a warm wave as he hit my g-spot forcing my body to react as I climaxed, pumping my cum onto the leaf-covered ground in what could only be described as a flow of semen instead of the normal spurts.

Simon continued to pump into Adam until he groaned loudly, shooting his semen into the younger man. Spent and gasping for breath, he leaned in and kissed the younger man, their tongues dancing together as they shared the taste of each other’s passion. I felt a strange sense of longing, watching them, wishing I could be a part of that intimate moment.

Adam’s cock slipped out of me with a wet pop, and I could feel the void left behind. My climax had been intense, but listening to the two men together had brought me to a new level of arousal. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of the scene before me.

Simon’s cock, still thick and slick with our combined juices, pulled out of Adam with a soft groan. Adam leaned back into him; their bodies entwined like two branches of the same tree. They kissed deeply, the lust between them palpable, as if the forest itself had conjured it.

I watched them, my body still quivering from the intense pleasure of our threesome. The sight of them together, their muscles flexing and skin glowing with sweat, was almost too much to bear as I felt my legs give out, and I collapsed to the ground, my back hitting the soft cushion of leaves and moss beneath me. “I tell you guys, its thirsty work all this fucking, has anyone got some water for me to drink?”

Simon was the first to respond, “Adam, Steve’s thirsty, shall we sort him out?”

Adam was taken aback by Simon’s suggestion but soon grasped the meaning of Simon’s question. “I think we can do that. You game on, Steve?”

“Oh, absolutely, I’m game on,” I said, rolling over onto my knees, my spent body feeling revitalised by the thought of their shared release.

Simon and Adam stepped closer, their faces a picture of excitement and hunger. They positioned themselves in front of me, their erect cocks pointing towards the sky. With a shared nod, they began to urinate, their warm streams cascading down over my face and chest. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced, both humiliating and thrilling at the same time. The water was warm and comforting, like a gentle summer rain on my skin. I opened my mouth, letting the salty liquid wash over my tongue and down my throat, feeling it replenish my fluids and cleanse me of the sweat and cum that had been drying on my skin.

As the golden shower continued, I watched the arcs of their urine intersect, creating a mesmerising pattern against the dappled sunlight. It was a strange, almost ritualistic moment, and I felt a deep connection to both of them as we shared in this taboo act of nature.

Adam’s stream grew weaker, his bladder emptying as he finished. He stepped aside, his eyes never leaving mine, a smug smile playing on his lips as he watched the waterfall from Simon’s cock continue to soak me. Simon’s stream grew stronger, the force of it pushing my hair back as it spattered against my forehead and cheeks.

When Simon had finished, he stepped back, his cock still erect. “There,” he said with a chuckle. “That should do it.”

I looked up at them both, my face and body glistening in the sunlight. “Thank you,” I murmured, feeling oddly reverent as I dropped onto the ground again under the oak tree.

Simon and Adam lay down on either side of me, their warm hands coming to rest on my chest, sticky with our shared fluids. The touch was gentle and reassuring, grounding me to the earth as the sounds of the forest grew softer, wrapping us in a cocoon of peace. The rustle of leaves above became a gentle lullaby, the distant calls of birds the sweetest serenade.

The forest ensured our erections remained steadfast, as if the very essence of the forest itself had willed them to stand tall and proud. Each time one of them would lean in to kiss me, their cocks would graze against my skin, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I could feel the sticky trails of cum that had been left behind, a testament to our passionate union.

But it was Simon who made the first move, his body craving more as he rolled onto my body, positioning himself so that I could feel the warmth of his ass pressing down onto my still-hard cock. His movements were deliberate and sure, as if he had been born to do this very act under the watchful gaze of the ancient oak. He used the slickness of our combined fluids as lubrication, sliding down onto my shaft with an almost surreal smoothness.

Adam watched us, his chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths, his erection refusing to wilt despite the intensity of his recent climax. His eyes held a mix of awe and hunger as he took in the sight of Simon riding me, his seed coating my torso as it dripped from his cock. He didn’t move, but his gaze never left us, his hand idly stroking himself as he took in the sight of our union.

The sun had moved slightly in the sky, casting new patterns of light and shadow across the clearing. As Simon began to rock his hips, I felt the warmth of his body enveloping mine, the muscles of his ass flexing and releasing with each movement. His moans grew louder, the sound of his pleasure mixing with the gentle rustle of leaves above us. The oak tree stood tall and proud, its branches arching over us like a natural cathedral, witnessing our sacred bond.

With each thrust, I felt myself getting closer to the edge. The forest seemed to be urging us on, whispering sweet nothings of encouragement and lust into our ears. Adam’s hand grew more insistent on his cock, his eyes glazed over with desire as he watched Simon and me become one.

As Simon’s movements grew more frantic, his hands digging into my chest, I could feel my orgasm building again. It was a slow crescendo, each pulse of my cock inside him sending waves of pleasure through me. Adam leaned in, his breath hot against my neck as he whispered, “I want to feel you both inside me.”

The words sent a bolt of lust through me, and I knew that we were about to embark on a new chapter of our shared experience. The three of us, bound by the forest’s power, were ready to explore the depths of our sexuality in a place where we truly belonged.

Simon’s smile grew wider as he felt my climax approaching, his cock still hard and eager for more. He leaned back, his body shuddering as he took my orgasm, his ass clenching around me in a delicious embrace. I couldn’t hold back, and with a guttural groan, I released into him, my cum mixing with the sweat and semen already coating my stomach. He continued to ride me, extracting all my semen through his thrusts until he was satisfied, I had offloaded everything I could.

With a graceful motion, Simon lifted off me, his hole glistening with my cum. He turned to Adam, who was watching us with a look of pure hunger. “So, you want a taste of the wilderness, do you?” Simon said, his voice thick with desire. “you want to feel both of us inside you for a final fuck?”

“I do,” was all Adam could say.

Simon lay back on the soft moss, his body stretched out like a god in repose. His cock stood proudly erect, a testament to his endless appetite for pleasure. Adam straddled him, his eyes never leaving mine as he reached back and took hold of Simon’s length. With a grace that belied his inexperience, he positioned himself over Simon’s cock and lowered his body until he was fully seated.

Adam let out a deep moan as he took Simon’s entire length, his eyes fluttering closed with the intensity of the sensation. Simon’s hands gripped Adam’s hips, guiding him into a rhythm that was both slow and steady. I could see the pleasure etched on both their faces, and my cock grew hard again at the sight of them joined together.

Moving closer, I positioned myself behind Adam, my cock poised at his tight hole. The anticipation was almost unbearable as I pushed the tip of my cock into him, feeling the heat and pressure of Simon’s cock through the thin barrier of his flesh. Adam’s eyes went wide with a mix of surprise and pleasure as I began to ease myself inside, filling him up alongside Simon.

The three of us groaned in unison as our bodies became one. The pressure was intense, and I had to be careful not to go too deep too quickly. Adam’s muscles tensed around us, and I could feel him adjusting to the fullness of our combined girth. Simon’s gaze met mine, and I knew he was feeling the same sense of awe and connection that I was.

We began to move in sync, our hips rocking together as we claimed Adam’s body. The sounds of our lovemaking filled the clearing, echoing through the trees. Adam’s moans grew louder, his body moving with ours in a dance that seemed choreographed by the forest itself. The moss beneath us grew damp with our sweat and the juices of our passion.

Our movements grew more urgent, the tension between us building to a crescendo. The forest seemed to be holding its breath, waiting for us to reach the peak of our shared ecstasy. Adam’s body trembled, his orgasm approaching as he slammed down onto our cocks, impaling himself with each thrust.

I felt the first stirrings of my climax, and I knew that Simon was close as well. Our bodies moved faster, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Adam’s hole was tightening around us, milking us for every drop of pleasure we had to give. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very earth beneath us, we came together, our cum spilling into Adam in a hot, sticky rush as he climaxed shooting a huge load of semen up Simon’s chest, only to hit his face and hair with strands of cum almost whipping him from the pressure of his ejaculation.

The clearing was filled with the scent of sex and sweat, a heady perfume that seemed to fuel our desires even further. As we pulled out of Adam, his body collapsed onto Simon’s, their limbs entangled in a heap of satisfaction. So much cum leaked out from Adam, the flow both surprising and arousing and I scooped up some of it, only to rub it on Adam’s back as I lay on the ground watching the continued flow from Adam’s hole.

We lay there for a moment, our hearts pounding in time with the beat of the earth, our breaths mingling with the whispers of the leaves above. The sun had moved further across the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over our spent forms. It was a moment of pure, unfiltered connection, one that we would remember for the rest of our lives.

Slowly, we disentangled ourselves, our bodies sticky with each other’s fluids. We shared a knowing smile, a silent acknowledgement of the bond that had been forged between us in the heart of the forest. “I have to go, I’m afraid, guys,” Simon said, breaking the silence between us.

As Simon pulled on his clothes, a sadness overcame us. We had become so attuned to each other, so in sync with the natural rhythms of the forest, that the thought of returning to civilisation seemed almost unbearable. Adam stepped forward and placed a hand on the ancient oak tree’s trunk, his eyes closing as if in silent communion with the natural world. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice filled with emotion. “Thank you for this incredible experience.”

The tree seemed to sigh in response, its branches swaying slightly in the breeze. It was a gentle reminder that we were not alone in this clearing, that the forest itself had been a participant in our lovemaking, a silent witness to our deepest desires and most primal instincts.

Simon looked at us, his eyes softening as he saw the longing in our faces. He knew what we were feeling; he had felt it countless times before. With a sigh, he leaned in and kissed each of us deeply, his tongue slipping into our mouths to taste the essence of our passion. “Perhaps we’ll meet again,” he whispered, his voice filled with hope.

As he disappeared into the foliage, Adam and I stood naked, our cocks still erect, our hearts still racing from the intensity of our encounter. We knew that the walk back to our clothes would be an interesting one, our bodies still singing with the echoes of our shared pleasure.

Our eyes met, and a shared mischief sparked in our gazes. Without a word, we both turned and began to make our way back through the woods, our hard-ons leading the way. The sun had begun to set, casting the forest in a warm, amber light that bathed our skin and made our bodies glow.

The shadows grew longer, and the air grew cooler as we walked, but we didn’t feel the chill. Our arousal was like a fire within us, keeping us warm and alive to the world around us. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig underfoot, seemed to hold the promise of another encounter, another chance to lose ourselves in the embrace of nature.

The path grew narrower, the trees closing in around us as if to protect us from the outside world. Our breaths grew shallow, our hearts pounding in anticipation of what might come next. And as the last of our inhibitions fell away, we allowed our hands to roam, exploring each other’s bodies as we moved through the underbrush.

Adam’s hand found my ass, his fingers probing gently as he stepped closer. His cock brushed against my leg, leaving a trail of pre-cum that made me shiver. “Do you think we’ll find something to do before we get back?” he asked, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

I chuckled, feeling a renewed surge of desire. “I’m sure we’ll find something,” I said, reaching down to stroke his cock. “The forest has a way of providing the strength we need.”

And with that, I dropped onto all fours, inviting Adam to take me.

Adam’s eyes gleamed with excitement as he dropped to his knees, his cock pointing straight for my ass. He didn’t hesitate, plunging into me with a fervour that had me gasping for air. Each thrust was like a declaration of war, a battle cry that echoed through the forest as we claimed it as our own.

The ground was uneven, littered with twigs and leaves, but the pain only served to heighten the pleasure. His cock filled me, stretching me open as he fucked me with an almost frightening intensity. I could feel his balls slapping against my thighs, the slickness of our combined cum making the whole experience even more intense.

Adam’s hands were everywhere, gripping my hips tightly as he pulled me back onto him, pushing deeper with each stroke. I could feel the tension in his body, his muscles tensing as he approached his climax. The forest around us seemed to pulse with energy, the very earth beneath us trembling with the force of our passion.

As he reached his peak, I felt his cock swell inside me, and with a final, powerful thrust, he came. His hot seed filled me up, and I could feel it leaking out onto the mossy ground beneath us. The sensation was overwhelming, and I couldn’t help but moan, my body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

But we weren’t done yet. The hunger in our eyes told the rest of the story. We needed to feel each other’s heat, to become one with the forest in every way possible. With a grin, Adam pulled out, his cum dripping from my ass like a declaration of victory. “Your turn,” he panted, his eyes never leaving mine as I turned to face him, his cock still rock-hard and glistening with our combined fluids as I lay down to receive him.

I didn’t need to be asked twice. He straddled me, my erection bobbing with excitement as I positioned myself under his arse. With one swift movement, he lowered himself onto me. Adam’s eyes rolled back in his head, his hands coming up to grip my shoulders as I began to move, my hips rising and falling in a rhythm that seemed to resonate with the heartbeat of the forest itself.

Our bodies moved as one, our breaths mingling in the stillness of the woods. The trees watched us, their leaves whispering sweet nothings of encouragement as we sought to reach the zenith of our shared pleasure. Adam’s cock was like a rod of iron, sticking out in front of his body and my rob pounded his body as he rode me. Our energy and arousal seemed almost supernatural as we united in the physical act of making love in the forest that had certainly changed us.

The world outside the clearing faded away, leaving us in a bubble of passion and desire. The only sounds were our moans and grunts, the slap of skin on skin, and the gentle rustle of leaves as we fucked with the abandon of wild animals. The air was thick with the scent of our arousal, a musky, earthy smell that seemed to intoxicate us further.

Our movements grew more erratic, our breathing more ragged, as we approached our final climax. Adam’s fingers dug into my skin, his body arching up as he met each of my thrusts. I could feel the tension building in him, his muscles tightening around my cock as he held back his orgasm, waiting for me.

With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth, Adam came, his cum spurting out in a hot, sticky mess that painted my chest and stomach. I followed him over the edge, his body shaking with the force of his release. Four or five times I felt my body spurt semen into him, while his cock continued to flow with cum, pooling in my belly button like a silvery lake. We collapsed into each other’s arms, our hearts pounding in unison, our breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.

The forest held us in its embrace, our bodies sticky and spent. Our love had been a wild, untamed thing, and it had left us both feeling alive in a way that we had never felt before. We lay there, our hearts slowly returning to their normal rhythms, the coolness of the earth beneath us a stark contrast to the heat of our passion as I started to piss, the gush of water flowing onto my stomach and chest. I slightly rolled towards Adam, the flow moving onto his body, and while my water flowed, we kissed, with a passion that surprised me. He too started his own golden shower, the rush of warm water hitting our heads as we remained together, our mouths exploring each other, as our hair and faces became wet from his powerful flow.

With the last drops of the golden shower, we caught our breath, sharing a knowing smile, a silent understanding that we had tapped into something primal and untamed. The forest had claimed us, marked us as its own, and we would carry the memories of this day with us.

Adam was the first to break the stillness, his body still quivering from the intensity of our encounter. He reached for my hand and helped me to my feet. The earth felt different beneath my feet, as if it had shifted to accommodate our newfound connection. We resumed our walk, our bodies sticky with the evidence of our passion. Each step was a gentle reminder of what we had shared as cum dribbled from our bodies and the urine drying in the fading heat of the day.

Eventually, we found our clothes and we slowly slipped on our underwear in an attempt to restore our modesty. My tighty-whities were damp with Adam’s cum, the fabric sticking to my thighs with every movement. I glanced over at him, his boxer shorts bearing a similar stain, a testament to the power of our lovemaking.

“Back to reality, huh?” Adam said with a laugh, his voice still a little shaky. “But maybe we can take a bit of this magic back with us.”

“Yeah, I think we can but a shower at the hotel sounds pretty good too,” I said, chuckling as I wiped a smear of cum from my chin.

Adam slid into his shorts, and I could see the damp patch spreading as he adjusted himself, his cock still half-hard from our escapade. I pulled on my shorts, feeling the warmth of his cum against my skin. It was a strange, intimate feeling that made me feel both vulnerable and powerful.

“You’re right,” Adam said, his voice still a little breathless. “A shower does sound nice.

The walk back to the hotel was a mix of awkwardness and excitement. Our conversation was light, filled with the occasional double-entendre that had us both smirking. The tension between us was palpable, the memory of our encounter a constant presence.

As we emerged from the forest, the sight of the hotel’s lights was a stark reminder of the world we had left behind. But we knew that we had found something special in those woods, something that would always be a part of us, no matter where our paths might lead.

And as we stepped into the shower together back at the hotel, the warm water cascading over our bodies, we couldn’t help but hope that the magic of the forest had followed us but as our hands roamed over each other’s skin, our eyes locked in a silent promise to seek out the wildness again, we realised that our cocks were now flaccid for the first time in hours. In that moment, we felt exhausted, drained of every fluid our bodies could produce. There was only one option, and I took it. I picked Adam up and carried him to bed, dropping him on the clean sheets as I nestled next to him with my head on his chest.

As I played with his pubic hair, we both drifted off to sleep, our dreams taking us on a journey filled with the memories of the most amazing day.

People Like Us 

The clang of metal. The low hum of conversation. The steady rhythm of bodies pushing themselves to their limits. Adam had been lifting for years, had spent hours in this place, moving through his workouts with quiet discipline, focused, intentional, in control.

But today was different. Because today, he was listening. It started like nothing. A group of men—three, maybe four—huddled near the cable machines, talking low, laughing under their breath. Adam knew their type. They were regulars, guys who trained hard, lifted heavy, who spoke in shorthand, in a language of shared understanding that only certain men could hear.

And today—Adam was hearing it.

“…nah, man, you gotta meet Luther.”

The name caught him. Not because he knew it. But because of the way they said it. Like it meant something. Like it carried weight. Adam didn’t turn his head, didn’t let them see he was listening. But he was. Because now they were talking about something real. 

The shorter one, thick arms, square jaw, always adding weight to the bar even when he didn’t need to, grinned as he wiped sweat from his forehead.

“Nah, man, listen. This guy? This guy makes things. But not just things. You know—things.”

Adam’s grip tightened slightly around the bar. And the leaner one, tattoos up his forearms, dark-eyed, always watching but rarely speaking, smirked.

“He only makes them for people like us.”

Adam’s breath caught, and he didn’t know why. He didn’t know what it was about those words that landed somewhere deep in his stomach. But they did.  People like us.

The bigger one, always in a cutoff hoodie, arms thick with veins, pressing plates onto the leg press like it was nothing, grinned.

“Yeah, man. The real ones. Not just guys who fuck a certain way. Not just guys who think they want it.”

A pause. Then, quieter—

“The ones who hold it.”

Adam’s pulse jumped. Because what the fuck did that mean? And why did it feel like it was meant for him?

The leaner one leaned against the machine, rubbing his jaw, voice going almost thoughtful now.

“You ever think about it?” he murmured. “How different we are?”

The shorter one chuckled, rolling his shoulders back.

“Yeah. I mean, it’s wild, right?”

He looked around the gym, nodding slightly toward the men grunting through their reps, checking their own reflection in the mirrors, moving through their routines like machines.

“All these guys in here, trying to be something. Trying to get bigger, trying to prove themselves. But they don’t fucking get it.”

The bigger one smirked, shaking his head.

“They don’t know shit.”

Adam swallowed. He wasn’t sure if they were talking about him. When he thought more about it, he realized he didn’t care as long as he could find out more about Luther. He had something that needed to be made by someone who gets it. 

The leaner one exhaled, voice turning almost reverent.

“They see them out in the world, and they think they know them. Think they’re smart, strong. And they are.”

A slow smirk.

“They don’t know what happens when they come home.”

Adam’s stomach flipped. Because fuck. Because he did. Because he had always known. And now, he was hearing it from someone else. His grip flexed on the bar. 

They weren’t talking about women. They weren’t talking about some fantasy. They were talking about something real. Something he knew. Something he had. He needed more. Because this wasn’t just curiosity now, this was recognition. And he needed to know who Luther was.

So for the first time, Adam spoke.

“Who is he?”

The conversation stopped. The men turned. And they looked at him, really looked at him. The shorter one’s smirk grew wider. The leaner one dragged his gaze over Adam, like he was sizing him up, like he had already known this was coming. And then he grinned.

“Yeah.” A slow nod. “I thought you might ask.”

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The heat was thick in the steam room, pressing against Adam’s skin, rolling down his back in slow beads of sweat. He sat on the wooden bench, one foot flat against the floor, the other stretched out, his towel loose around his waist. He wasn’t paying attention to his body, wasn’t thinking about the usual ache of his muscles by this point in the ritual.

He was thinking about the men across from him. They were talking again. The same two he had overheard in the gym, the ones who had mentioned Luther. The ones who had said people like us like it meant something. Adam hadn’t questioned it then. But now—he needed to know.

They definitely weren’t being discreet. They sat like they belonged, sprawled out, the heat making their skin shine, their bodies loose. There was nothing cautious about them, they weren’t checking who was listening. They were at ease. And that was what got to Adam the most. Because he couldn’t remember the last time he felt that way. If he ever had.

One of them, the shorter one, thick-boned, strong hands resting easy on his thighs, dark curls damp against his forehead, grinned as he spoke.

“Some guys think it’s about control.” He rolled his neck, letting the heat work into his shoulders.  “They think it’s about telling someone what to do. Being powerful.”

The other, leaner, slightly older, with a sharp mouth and a grin that felt like he already knew what you were thinking, shook his head.

“They don’t get it,” he murmured. “It’s about freedom.”

That wasn’t what Adam had expected to hear. And the shorter one, he saw that. Saw the way Adam’s body tensed, just slightly, like he was hearing something for the first time. So he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, voice dropping lower, aimed in Adam’s direction.

“You don’t control them.” A slow grin, something heavy in it. “They give themselves to you.”

Adam felt that. Not just the weight of the words, the truth of them. Because he had felt it in Noah, the way Noah leaned into his hands, his voice, into the steady certainty of him. In the way Noah thrived under it, became something more under it. And the leaner man, he must have seen it in Adam’s face. Because he laughed, slow, dark, satisfied.

“Yeah,” he said, tilting his head. “You get it.”

The shorter one wiped his brow, sweat rolling down his chest, disappearing beneath the loose fold of his towel.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” he said, “That we get to go home and have these boys waiting for us, dressed up, soft, stupid, doing whatever we want.” His voice dropped lower, a deep hum in his throat. “And they want it. They love it. They need it.”

Adam swallowed. Because he had seen that too. Had seen it in the way Noah’s eyes half-lidded when Adam told him to put something on, when he slipped the skirt over his hips, when he obeyed with no hesitation, just trust. The leaner man stretched, his towel shifting just slightly over his thigh. 

“And we get to give that to them. We get to take care of them. Because the truth is,” he exhaled, voice thick, “we need it too.”

Adam’s stomach tightened. Because it wasn’t just about sex. It was about something bigger. Something that stretched into the rest of their lives. The shorter man smirked. 

“And the best part?” His voice dropped lower. “No one else knows.”

Adam exhaled, slow, deep. Because that hit somewhere in his chest, right behind the ribs. No one else knew. The world saw them as something else. Saw them as men, as capable, as smart, as strong in the ways they needed to be. They walked through their lives successful, competent. But at home, they gave everything up. And men like Adam picked it all up. 

That was just for them. Just for the two of them, in their own world. Adam felt his heavy penis twitch, thick and aching in his towel. And he wasn’t the only one. Because he could see it now. The way the other two had started breathing slower, deeper. The way their towels sat lower, just barely covering them. The way they were thinking about their own worlds, their own stupid, perfect girls waiting at home for them. 

Adam was thinking about Noah. His body in Adam’s hands, the way he curled into him, the way he whispered when Adam put him in something pretty and called him baby girl. His thighs trembling, his eyes wet, his mouth slack, his voice breaking when he begged Adam to tell him what he was. Adam always told him. And now, here, in this room, with these men—

He realized he was one of them. And he always had been. The leaner man must have seen the way something shifted in Adam’s face. Because he grinned.

“Yeah,” he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. “You already knew.”

Adam exhaled, his cock heavy, his mind spinning with the weight of it. Because maybe he had. Maybe he had just needed someone to say it first. He was sitting here, listening after all. 

Adam had spent his whole life recognizing confidence in men. The way they stood. The way they moved. The way they carried themselves like their presence was enough. But this was something else. This was confidence in who they were. They weren’t whispering. 

The shorter man grinned lazily, stretching his arms over his head.

“Some guys think it’s about control,” he said, rolling his shoulders, letting the heat work into them. “Like it’s about holding power over someone.”

The other shook his head.

“They don’t get it,” he murmured. “It’s about freedom.” 

The shorter man wiped sweat from his forehead, then down his chest, the muscles there still flexing from the last of his lifts. 

“It’s fucking mind-blowing, isn’t it?” he said, voice thicker now, rougher. “That we get to go home and have these sexy, pretty girls waiting for us, dressed up, soft, stupid, doing whatever we want.”

The leaner man sighed, rolling his head back against the wooden wall. 

“And it’s just for us,” he murmured. “They get to be men in the world. But with us, they get to be exactly what they are.”

Adam felt it. And the men noticed.

Adam had a huge, fucking hard-on.

The realization hit him all at once. He hadn’t even noticed it happening. Hadn’t felt it until he saw the way the men’s eyes dragged down, the way they smirked. Adam looked down. And there it was. His big fat penis was fully hard, pressing up against his towel, thick and leaking, obvious as hell.

He had been so lost in it. So lost in the way they talked about their girls, in the way they knew this thing so deeply, in the way it had settled in his chest as something he couldn’t ignore.

The leaner man grinned, stretching slow, watching Adam like he had just confirmed something.

“Yeah,” he murmured, amusement laced through his voice. “You already knew.”

Adam exhaled, cock throbbing, heat curling deep in his stomach. Because maybe he had, he thought again, not sure why it was so hard to accept. Maybe he had just needed someone to say it first? His breath was deep, his body heavy, but not from exhaustion. From realization. 

There was no doubt left. Noah was his. Noah was his girl. And Adam was exactly what Noah needed him to be. It was so obvious now that he had been sitting here, towel loose around his hips, listening to these men speak, and his cock had gone completely, painfully hard without him even noticing.

And the other men, they had noticed. They had seen him sit there, lost in thought, his massive, leaking cock pressing straight up against his towel. And instead of teasing him, instead of smirking and leaving it at that, they kept talking. 

The shorter man, the thick, broad one, ran a hand through his damp curls, watching Adam’s chest rise and fall, watching the way he was gripping his own thigh, like he needed to keep himself grounded.

He smirked. “Yeah. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

It wasn’t a question. It was a fact. And Adam couldn’t argue.

The leaner one exhaled slow, his own towel barely clinging to his hips, his voice low and thick with something warm, something knowing.

“It’s the best fucking feeling in the world.”

He let his head roll back against the wooden slats of the bench, stretching lazily.

“To know you have someone like that. To know that, no matter what happens, you can go home, and there’s your good girl, waiting for you, pretty and perfect. Just for you.”

Noah in the white skirt Adam bought for him. Noah in the lace that barely covered anything. Noah on the couch in nothing but a sweatshirt and a thong, happy in his cage, filled with Adam’s sperm and sealed with a plug.

Noah wasn’t a woman. But he was Adam’s girl. And that was all that mattered.

The shorter one licked his lips, shaking his head slightly. 

“And no one else fucking knows.” His voice dropped, got rougher. “They see them out in the world, right? Walking around, doing their thing, strong, successful. They see our girls and they think—damn, what a solid guy.”

He grinned.

“They have no idea what happens when they come home.”

The leaner one’s voice went softer now, his smirk fading into something almost reverent. 

“No idea how sweet they get. So sweet.”

A breath, thick with something deep.

“How much they need it.”

Adam’s breath was tight now. Because he knew. He had seen it every time Noah melted against him. His body had gone hot, too hot, his cock throbbing under the towel, already leaking, already aching. 

And the other men, they saw it. Saw the way he was gripping the wood of the bench now, like he needed to hold himself in place. Saw the way his chest rose and fell, harder now, deeper. Saw the way his cock twitched under the towel when they said certain words. And they fucking loved it.

The shorter one grinned.

“Fuck, man. Look at you.”

Adam didn’t answer. He knew what he looked like. A big, broad man, sitting there, sweating, thighs spread, his thick cock throbbing under the towel, pressing straight up, leaking.

The leaner one dragged his fingers through his damp hair, watching Adam like he was enjoying every second of this. 

“It’s a good fucking feeling, isn’t it?”

Adam swallowed. A slow nod.

The shorter one exhaled. “Yeah,” he murmured, his own voice gone deeper, something dark and thick in it. “You’re gonna go home, aren’t you?”

Adam’s breath caught. Because fuck. Fuck, he was. He was going to go home, and Noah would be waiting, and Noah would be wearing whatever Adam told him to, and Noah would be pretty and perfect, and Adam was going to put him in his lap and fuck him until there was nothing left but this. He was going to ruin him. And Noah would love it.

The leaner one laughed, quiet and low. “Yeah. That’s it.”

Adam’s breath was deep, controlled–but barely. Because he wasn’t just hearing these men. He was feeling the truth of what they were saying sink into his skin, settle into his stomach, throb hot between his legs. And he wasn’t the only one.

The shorter man stretched lazily, arms behind his head, completely at ease, watching Adam from beneath heavy lids.

“You’re gonna go home and give it to her, aren’t you?”

Adam’s cock twitched hard. A thick, aching pulse beneath the damp fabric of his towel, leaking now, slick against his own skin.

The leaner man dragged a palm down his stomach, a lazy, knowing motion, his own towel slipping slightly lower. 

“Yeah,” he murmured, his voice dropping. “You’re gonna go home, and she’s gonna be there, waiting for you, soft and sweet, looking up at you like she already knows she belongs to you. And you’re gonna give it to her.”

Adam exhaled. Fuck. 

The shorter man licked his lips, watching Adam’s reaction, the way his breath had gone shallower, the way his hips had shifted just slightly forward, not enough to be obvious, but enough that they knew.

“What’s she wearing for you tonight?” he asked.

Noah would be on the couch, laptop in his lap, legs curled up, wearing one of Adam’s big sweatshirts and a pretty little thong. And when Adam told him to get dressed, Noah would do it. He would slip into a pretty skirt. The thigh-high fishnets Adam loved. He would stand in the bedroom, waiting, pink-faced, nervous and perfect.

The leaner man watched him, his own breath coming heavier now.

“You can already see it, can’t you?”

Adam swallowed thickly. And when he nodded, slow and deliberate, something shifted in the room.

The shorter one exhaled, voice turning rougher. “Fuck, man.”

And that’s when Adam noticed. They were hard too. The realization hit him like a slow wave. The shorter one’s towel was tented, thick, heavy, the shape of his bone pressing against the damp fabric. The leaner one’s had slipped even lower, his cock straining, dark and wet at the tip, thick beads of precum smearing against his hip.

And none of them moved. None of them adjusted, none of them looked away. Because this wasn’t weird. This wasn’t a mistake. This was a recognition. A shared understanding between men like them. 

The shorter man let out a breath, slow, measured, deep. He tilted his head, eyes flickering to Adam’s cock, still pressing hard against his towel.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he murmured.

Adam’s flexed his fingers.

“Yeah,” he said, voice low, rough.

The leaner man smiled, watching Adam’s face, the way his chest rose and fell just slightly faster now.

“You ever talk to someone about it before?”

Adam shook his head. Because no. Because who the fuck would he have told? Who would have understood what it felt like?

The shorter man grinned, exhaling slow. 

“Feels fucking good to say it out loud, doesn’t it?”

Adam nodded. Because yes. Fuck, yes.

The leaner man dragged a hand up his thigh, not touching himself, not exactly, just feeling, just letting himself exist in the moment.

“You get to go home to her,” he murmured. “You get to fill her up. And no one else even fucking knows.”

Adam’s cock ached. His whole body felt tight, overheated, unbearably wired. And then, the shorter man’s voice dropped even lower, more satisfied now, more certain.

“Lucky fucking man.”

Adam’s jaw tightened.

“You know why you get to go home to her?” he asked, voice thick with something deep, something that wasn’t a question.

Adam swallowed, slow and deliberate. And waited. Because he knew they were going to tell him.

The leaner one exhaled, voice lower now, his hand dragging up his thigh. 

“Because you have what most men don’t.”

Adam’s breath was slow, heavy.  “Yeah?”

The shorter one licked his lips. “Yeah.”

His voice dropped lower, curling around the words like he’d said them before.

“Because most men aren’t strong enough.”

Adam felt the words settle in his chest. The leaner one smirked, eyes dragging down Adam’s chest, then back up. 

“Most men wouldn’t know what to do with a girl like that.”

Because they were right. Because he had always known. Because he had seen it, how Noah would’ve wasted himself on someone weaker, on someone who wouldn’t have known how to shape him, how to hold him in place, how to take care of him in the way he needed. Noah would have never been whole with someone else. And these men, they knew. 

The shorter one leaned forward slightly. “Most men are fucking scared.”

Adam’s cock twitched under his towel. Because he wasn’t. He wasn’t scared to see what Noah was, to see what Noah wanted, to take it in his hands and make it real.

And the leaner one, he saw that. Because he grinned, slow, sharp, and knew exactly what to say next.

“Most men can’t handle knowing their girl gets wet just from obeying.”

Adam inhaled, slow, deep, controlling the way his cock throbbed at that. Because fuck. Because yes. Because Noah did. Because Noah was a girl for him. And for no one else.

The shorter one grinned, watching Adam’s body react, watching the way his breath shuddered slightly at that last truth. And then—his voice dropped even lower.

“Most men don’t have the guts to say it out loud.”

Adam’s fingers flexed against the bench. Because they were right. Because this was what separated men like them from everyone else. Not just strength. Not just control. But the ability to look at their girl and say it. To say what they are. To say what they need.

And that’s why Adam got the girl.

The leaner one exhaled, watching Adam sit there, fully hard, rock solid under his towel, lost in it.

“Fuck, man,” he said, grinning. “Look at you.”

Adam’s breath came low, deep, slow. Because he knew what he looked like. And the other men, they were the same. Their towels were barely covering them now, their own cocks straining, hard from nothing but the weight of this conversation, the knowing between them of exactly what they had at home.

The shorter man wiped sweat from his jaw, his grin gone lazy now, slow.

“So what are you gonna do now?”

Adam’s jaw clenched. Because he already fucking knew. He was going to get up. He was going to walk out of this steam room. He was going to go home. And Noah would be there. And Adam was going to show him exactly what he was.

The leaner man smirked.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “That’s what I thought.”

These men were telling him something he had always known but had never put into words. Something that had been in his bones from the start. And now, they were giving it to him. The shorter man, broad-shouldered and sweat-slicked, dragged a hand over his mouth, watching Adam with an easy grin.

“You know why you get to go home to her?” he asked, voice thick with certainty, something that was not a question.

Adam said nothing. Because he wanted to hear it.

The leaner man exhaled, dragging his hand lazily down his stomach, his towel slipping slightly lower on his hips. 

 “Because you have what most men don’t.”

Adam’s breath caught. “Yeah?”

The shorter one licked his lips. “Yeah.”

The leaner one smirked, eyes dragging down Adam’s solid chest, his thick thighs, his massive, leaking cock pressing against the towel. 

“Most men wouldn’t know what to do with a girl like that.”

Adam’s cock twitched under his towel. He wasn’t scared to see what Noah was, to see what Noah wanted, to take it in his hands and make it real.

The leaner one smirked, watching the way Adam’s breath shuddered slightly at that last truth. The shorter man exhaled, watching Adam sit there, fully hard, cock thick and aching under the towel, leaking for nothing but the truth in their words.

“Fuck, man,” he said, grinning. “Look at you.”

Adam didn’t have to look. He already fucking knew. Knew that he looked huge. Knew that his body was a fucking force, dripping with sweat, with arousal, with something heavier than both. Knew that his cock was pressing straight up, hard and wet against his stomach, thick enough that even the damp towel couldn’t hide it.

And the other men, they were the same. Adam was one of them.

The shorter man smirked, eyes dragging over Adam’s thick arms, the sheer bulk of him, the way his body carried power so naturally, so effortlessly.

“Shit,” he muttered, eyes flicking up and down. “No wonder you get the girl.”

The leaner one shook his head, still grinning, but something in his expression had shifted.

His eyes moved slow over Adam’s body, the way he sat, the way he held himself, the way he was completely fucking oblivious to how much he stood out. Adam was something else. He wasn’t just big. He wasn’t just built. He was the kind of man you looked at once and didn’t forget.

The shorter one exhaled, shaking his head, still watching Adam, still staring.

“Lucky fucking girl.”

Adam’s fingers curled against the bench. Because fuck. Because he had to go home. Had to go home right fucking now.

The shorter man wiped sweat from his jaw, his grin gone lazy now, slow.

“So what are you gonna do now?”

Adam exhaled. And stood. His towel barely hung onto his hips, his cock still hard, still thick, still obvious, still proof of every fucking thing they had just said.

And the leaner man—he watched him, eyes flickering up Adam’s body one last time. And he grinned.

“Yeah,” he murmured, voice slow, amused, completely fucking sure.

“That’s what I thought.”

Adam stood there, chest rising slow, thick drops of sweat rolling down his back, his stomach, his thighs. The towel at his waist barely hung on, barely concealed what was obvious to all of them now. His big fat penis was still thick, still hard, still wet from nothing but words.

And the men—they saw it.  The shorter one let out a slow breath, rolling his shoulders back, still watching Adam, still taking him in. Then, casually, he dragged his palm down his stomach, exhaling. 

“You know, if you’re gonna go home to her like this, you should know how to hold it.”

Adam frowned slightly. “Hold what?”

The leaner man smirked. “Your sperm.”

Adam’s stomach tightened. Because fuck. Because no one had ever said that to him before. The shorter man grinned, stretching out, shifting his towel just slightly, not caring how much of himself he was showing now. The leaner one exhaled, dragging his fingers through his damp hair, his own cock still half-hard beneath his towel. The shorter one smirked. 

“You ever noticed? How it makes you feel different when you don’t let it go?”

The leaner one nodded. “You hold it, you get stronger. You let it go too often, you get weak. Simple as that.”

The shorter man exhaled.  “You give it to her. Deep. Where it belongs.”

The leaner man stretched his arms back, sighing. “That’s why you get the girl.”

Then, looking Adam straight in the eye—

“Because you don’t give yourself away.”

The shorter one watched Adam, eyes dragging down his chest, his stomach, his still-hard cock pressing against his towel, slick with need. And he grinned.

“Go home, man. Give it to her.”

Adam didn’t leave. Not yet. He stood there, towel loose at his waist, body slick with sweat, his massive cock still throbbing, still leaking, still aching. The shorter man smirked, watching him, watching the way he didn’t move, didn’t let himself ease the ache.

“You wanna show us, huh?” he said, voice dark with amusement. “Wanna show us how well you can hold it?”

The shorter one let out a slow breath, watching Adam’s body, watching the sheer size of him, the control in every thick, flexed muscle.

“Yeah,” he murmured, licking his lips. “Fuck, man. Look at you.”

He knew that his cock was still standing straight up, wet at the tip, dripping down his own stomach, straining against the weight of all that he was holding back. Knew that his whole body was coiled, holding everything in, waiting. And he wasn’t breaking. Wasn’t letting go. Wasn’t spilling a fucking drop.

The leaner one exhaled, dragging a slow, knowing gaze over Adam’s body.

“Most men can’t do that,” he said.

Adam smirked, the barest curl of his lips.

“I’m not most men.”

The shorter man grinned, wide, shaking his head. “You can say that again.”

The leaner guy laughed. “Fuck, man. No wonder she belongs to you.”

He sighed, watching Adam like he was taking in something rare, something he didn’t get to see every day. His voice dropped, thick with something deeper now. 

“She must fucking love it.”

Adam breathed in slow, controlled, even as his cock pulsed hard at that. Still holding it. The shorter one leaned back, running a hand over his face, still watching Adam, still looking at him like he had never seen anything like this before.

“Damn,” he muttered, shaking his head. “That girl of yours is lucky as fuck.”

And the leaner man, he let out a breath, shaking his head, voice dipping into something slower, something more certain.

“You know, you don’t have to hide it.”

Adam frowned slightly. And the shorter man smirked, dragging a slow palm over his own thigh. 

“Most men can’t stand it. The feeling of it, the weight of it, the way it makes them look.”

He tilted his head, watching Adam hold himself together, muscles flexed, chest tight, jaw clenched.

“But a real man—” his voice dropped lower, thick with satisfaction. “He knows how to carry it.”

The leaner one exhaled, watching Adam closely. And then, voice slow, measured,

“You wanna prove you can hold it?”

Adam’s breath came in thicker, heavier. And he nodded.

Because fuck.

Because yes.

The leaner man stretched out, shifting slightly, his towel slipping off, his boner sticking straight up.

Adam exhaled, slow. And the shorter one laughed, deep and low. 

“That’s it.”

The leaner man smirked. 

“You think we don’t walk around with this shit all the time?”

He exhaled, rolling his head back against the wood. 

“You get hard because you’re alive. Because your body knows you have something worth holding onto. Because you have a girl at home who makes you like this just by existing.”

His voice dropped, thick with certainty.

“You don’t hide that. You own that.”

Adam let out a slow breath. Because he was feeling it now. The weight of it, the truth of it, the way he had been gripping himself too hard, instead of letting himself sit in it. He let his thighs spread slightly wider. And the shorter one grinned, shaking his head.

“Yeah, man.”

A slow exhale.

“Now look at you.”

The leaner one licked his lips, dragging his eyes over Adam’s massive, sweat-slicked body, the sheer thickness of him, the raw presence of him, the fucking dominance he carried without even trying. He shook his head, grinning. 

“Most men get hard and they fucking panic. They try to tuck it away, hide it, jerk it out so they don’t have to feel it anymore.”

A slow sigh.

“But not you.”

The shorter one ran a hand down his face, still watching Adam.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “No wonder she belongs to you.”

Adam inhaled deep. Because fuck. Because they saw it now. Saw what Noah saw. Saw what made Adam different. Because he wasn’t just big. Wasn’t just strong. He was completely fucking in control. Even fully hard. Even leaking. Even pulsing with the weight of everything he was holding. And he wasn’t breaking. And they were watching.

The leaner one let out a slow breath, his own cock thick and obvious now, pressing up, fully hard just from watching Adam. The shorter one grinned, shaking his head, still watching Adam, still staring.

“Lucky fucking girl.”

Adam breathed in deep, slow. Rolled his shoulders back. Let his towel drop. Didn’t hide the way his massive, rock-hard cock was still pressing up, still slick, still throbbing. Didn’t cover a fucking thing. And then he moved. 

Not toward the door. Just around. Just walking through the steam room, slow, unhurried, making them see it, making them know.

The leaner one let out a slow breath, shifting on the bench, watching the way Adam’s massive body moved, the way the sheer weight of him carried something heavier, something stronger than any of them.

The shorter man exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Jesus, man.”

Adam didn’t say anything. He just walked. Letting the heat roll over his body, letting the sweat run thick down his chest, letting them see how fucking massive he was, how thick his cock still was, how fucking unshakable he was. And then the others started to move, too.

The leaner one stood up first. Just standing there, mirroring Adam, letting himself feel it, letting himself be seen. Then the shorter one. And then the others, the ones sitting farther away, the ones who had been listening but hadn’t spoken, the ones who had been quiet until now.

One by one, they started doing what Adam was doing, just holding, just standing there, hard and thick and dripping, owning it. But Adam wasn’t breaking.

The leaner one groaned first. A sharp inhale. A slow, shaking breath. A staggered step. And then he lost it. Didn’t even touch himself, didn’t even try to hold back, just came right there, thick white streaks spilling across his abs, coating his stomach, his thighs, dripping down onto the tiles below.

The shorter one was next. A sharp, gasping exhale. A low curse. And then he broke too. Shuddering, thick ropes of cum painting the bench, his own body, his own towel soaked with it, head tilting back as he gritted his teeth through it.

And then the others. One by one. Every single one of them spilling themselves, breaking right there in the steam room, unable to hold it back, unable to stop, unable to do what Adam was doing.

Adam didn’t move.

The leaner one collapsed back onto the bench, panting, his chest rising and falling, streaks of cum still dripping down his abs. The shorter one exhaled sharply, running a shaking hand over his face. 

“Fuck, man,” he muttered, breathless. “Fuck.”

And then they looked at Adam. And saw him still standing there. Still hard. Still leaking. Still full. Still holding every last fucking drop. The leaner one shook his head, watching Adam, still catching his breath. And then he laughed. Deep, low, full of something that wasn’t just admiration.

“Holy shit.”

The shorter one exhaled, shaking his head, grinning wide, staring at Adam like he had never seen anything like him before.

“Yeah,” he murmured, voice gone almost reverent. “Now we fucking know.”

Adam breathed in deep. And then he left. Still hard. Still dripping. Still fully fucking loaded with every drop of sperm he had been holding since the moment this conversation started.

And when he got home, Noah was going to get all of it.

When we reached the cabin, I was relieved as I partly thought this was a game or a scene and that Alan would have driven up around us and be waiting there for me with a hard dick and a laugh telling me he hoped I enjoyed my time as a dog. In fact, I was almost sure it would be this or that I would go to the guest room we always used, have a good sleep, and that tomorrow morning Todd and I would have a talk about some training, have a laugh, and go for a hike, which we actually did do in ways so unexcepted.

In reality, I could not have been more wrong because when the hatch opened, Todd appeared, told me I was a good dog, and then I heard a noise as he rolled some sort of cart up behind us. What I didn’t realize is that we had backed up to a makeshift loading dock, which I had helped him make when he was building this place, and Todd soon rolled a big four wheeled cart up to the Jeep, attached cables to my cage, and I was then slid out to the cart where the cage was attached to the base.  Todd then wheeled me into the unfinished portion of his basement and locked the wheels of the cart leaving me in the center of the room. He fiddled around with something on the top of the cage and opened up a square, reached in, pulled my head through it and then slid the base back essentially trapping my head above my body and leaving me staring at one empty chair. He told me to “sit tight” and then disappeared upstairs where I heard the water running so I assumed he was showering but could not be sure as the events of the night had my dick so rock hard in my cage despite my mind really going 107 different ways about how “this could not happen, how this won’t happen, and how I cannot let this happen”. My inner need to control was sweeping all over me and I was about to just go nuts until it dawned on me that I was 150 miles from home in a forest, naked with no clothes or shoes, locked in a steel cage without the ability to even touch my head so the fact that I was trying to control this seems absurd. In further reality, I loved and trusted Alan, kind of liked but did trust Todd, and did, in fact, find myself immensely turned on by the idea of being trained as a dog, so I decided to breathe and tentatively accept my new circumstances.

It felt like hours before Todd returned and I had to piss so bad I could not stand it, but I would soon learn that was something else I could not control as well, so that was the beginning of getting used to it. When he did come downstairs, he was naked, rock hard and drinking a scotch, which was like every Mad Men fantasy come to life for me. He pulled the chair close to the cage, sat down with his dick in front of me, leaned in and gave me a massive, deep kiss. Then he smiled, laughed a bit, sat back on his great ass and said, “so how are you, dog? Are you happy?” I wanted to protest, scream, demand that I be released, threaten to call the forest police or that big bear that tells us not to start fires, but I didn’t. In fact, the only thing I said was “woof”.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me, I am going to be a dog. Fuck.

At this stage, Todd let out a big laugh and said that he was proud of me and that he’d been telling Alan for years that I was just perfect for the role of his pet. He sat down and started telling me about two men who he owned in the past, both of whom he transformed into dogs and that they now live happily with their Masters in the suburbs oblivious to their white bread neighbors.

For me, he said that he was glad I had accepted this, now, because he was fully prepared to make it happen regardless of my feelings, but that I was to be warned that if I changed my mind, for the next two weeks it would not matter because my naked ass was in the cage. It was getting late, so he said that tomorrow we would discuss my training and how we would make me both a devoted husband and an amazing pet. As he said this, he then walked toward me and without much fanfare stuck his dick in my mouth and face fucked me until I was soon swallowing every drop from him and licking him clean. As he was doing this he said that a dog was the first step, but a cock loving dog was the second step, and that when I left here in two weeks I’d do so on all fours craving more dick that I had ever thought possible.

Soon after that he released me and allowed me to crawl to the small bathroom in the corner to take care of my business. When I was done, he grabbed my leash and instead of leading me to my cage (wtf, “my cage??), he led me to a  room I had never seen before that would soon be my home, a twin sized brand new memory foam mattress with nice sheets and blankets that was contained in one of those chain link pens that you see in the Lowes parking lot each summer. The pen had been modified to only be about 3 feet tall which allowed me to crawl in, lay down, but barely sit up but aside from that it was very comfortable. Todd laughed at my reaction because he knew that I was expecting a hard cage or something not comfortable. He smiled and said that Alan was very aware that my job and my ability to be a good husband and pet was dependent on the quality of my sleep and that no matter how much of a dog I become, I will always sleep comfortable. With that, Todd showed me a small light that I could turn on and off with my nose or, well, paw and then laid a piece of paper out next to the bed. It was a printed email from Alan, who was obviously up to date on the happenings of the night, telling me how proud he was of me, how much he was looking forward to petting me at dinners, and how he could not wait to walk me in the yard as we shape my new, in shape, body. I was almost in tears over this message and found myself vowing to be the best dog I could be to make my owner happy and even more proud. This was the first of 14 similar printed emails and I could not have been happier knowing that my husband really wanted this now.

Morning came instantly. Seriously, I think I slept better than I had in years as I felt very protected and safe in my new bed-pen, or whatever this would be called. I had only been awake a few minutes when I saw naked Todd descend the stairs holding two bowls, one full of coffee and the other full of water. I slid out through the pen door and Todd allowed me to stretch and stretch again before telling me to feel free to drink my coffee and water when needed. He said we were going to have some breakfast, take a bath, and then he would lay out the expectations of the next two weeks. I was excited, scared, and thrilled all at the same time but also hungry, so I concentrated on that first.

Breakfast was bacon and eggs and some great bread that Alan had made and sent in the car with us. Todd un-mitted my hands so that I could eat, but told me that he and Alan were not sure if that was a thing that would happen or just something for now. He assured me that over the next two weeks I would eat only from the floor as the immersive training he planned called only for that. When we were done, he sent me to the bathroom to piss and clean out and when I returned, he again attached a leash to my collar and led me outside to the side yard. It’s isolated here so being naked wasn’t my issue, but being naked on all fours and walking on a leash was a bit weird. Todd soon caught me being self-conscious about this and chided me for even thinking about it. He said that when I got home, one of the first things was going to happen was that our friend Michael was going to come over and play fetch with me in the backyard and that I was going to need to be ready for this as Michael a very competitive guy. I wanted to die at that thought and wondered how it came to be, but decided I could not choose these things now and that I would learn to adjust.

In the corner of the yard there was a large concrete pad that would be serving as my new shower spot. Todd had laid the hose in the sun so the water would be warm and he then stripped me of my collar, my mitts, and my leash and proceeded to spray, lather, rinse and repeat me. It was hard being out there in the open, but his naked body was amazing, and as he cleaned my ass, I felt his dick head gently rubbing it. He then applied something cool and, just as I thought he was about to fuck me, I felt a large rubber object literally being forced into my ass. It hurt and then it didn’t, but as I moved, it moved too, I wagged, it wagged, and then I realized that I now had a silicone tail just like all the fancy dogs do! Todd said, “we will get to this in a bit, but you need to learn to adjust to this as your life now means that every day Alan will start your day by inserting whatever plug or even object that he expects you to carry that day. I know you have never liked ass play, but too bad, dogs don’t make decisions”.

I was stunned and worried but then really turned on. The thought of Alan inserting something into my ass before work each day strained my cage like nothing else especially because HE was in charge, but it also terrified me for about 186 reasons that came to mind immediately. it. It was then that Todd said something odd to me because he said, “how does it feel to know you will have your Master in your ass all day, dog?” I began to look at him, whine a but and he laughed and said “you’ve been quiet boy, but you are a hybrid husband and pet, so you have talk at times and will be muzzled or gagged when we don’t want to hear your any further. Otherwise, we consider you a husband in a dog’s body and I fully expect Alan will want to keep up your conversations just as much as before, providing you keep the rules we will present soon.

With that, he geared me up again and took a short walk around the property as moving this way did not allow me speed. When we returned, he said he needed my absolute concentration as we were about to spell out the rules of my new life with Alan. HE told me to crawl into the cage, stick my head through the opening, and no sooner had a done that, he locked the bars back in place and proceeded to work what I later learned is a custom hood unto my head which was followed by a front locking gag that he ‘forced” inside of me.

He then sat down in that sexy chair and said, “I am about to lay out the ten basic ways you will be transformed into the perfect pet husband so play close attention…:

My hole was so well-fucked, it almost felt like there was still a dick in it. I had to reach back to feel, my fingers proving it was empty. I heard some laughter, so some of these nerdy LARPers saw me. Humiliating to have strangers see me do this, worse it was a bunch of geeks. I rose up, cracking my back since it was sore being bent over and fucked. I looked around, some of the guys were still leering at me, others talking in groups. Mitch was looking like he was in some weighty discussion, a solemn expression on his face. 

Mitch glanced my way and snapped his fingers pointing to his boot. Great, he wanted me to grovel in front of everyone. And I had no choice. I went over and got down, sticking my tongue out and began licking. I heard the ripple of conversation as everyone around noticed. I was sure Mitch had a smug look on his face. Now I could hear what they were saying. It was dealing with incomprehensible topics about elves and the rest. 

I could tell the crowd was thinning out. This odd activity was finished. I was relieved, but naturally worried what Mitch would have next. I kept licking even when he moved. I arched my back up and down, looking like I was really getting into it. Their talk moved to plans to eat. “We have to do Waffle House, it’s required.” Mitch announced. The pronouncement was met with general agreement, if not enthusiasm. 

Mitch reached down and pulled on my leash, forcing me to follow him back to his car. I was put in the trunk again. At least I was alone, away from all those prying eyes. The next stop would not be good either, but I had no choice there either. A few minutes not being a piece of meat was the best I would get. 

I closed my eyes. Not that closing them made it any less dark. The road noise meant he couldn’t hear anything over it. I shifted, rolling onto my back. My legs opened a bit, I almost visualized someone getting between them to fuck me. It was getting so bad I was thinking of being a fucktoy all the time. No, forget that I thought. Just let blackness wash over me. 

The car eventually stopped. It was several minutes before the trunk opened. I crawled out, saw there were about half a dozen of these great men. Fuck, Mitch’s commands to see them all as my superior was still in my brain. I was ogled again. “He’ll need something. ‘No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service’, you know how it goes. They won’t let him in.” One of the men said to Mitch. 

Mitch pulled his head back a little, as if he had not considered this. “They’ll let him in, but he just won’t eat.” Mitch gave an odd sound. “He’s here to serve us, not be served by the waitresses at Waffle House.” That brought laughter. 

They headed in. Mitch detached my leash and tossed it in the trunk before closing it up. He has a wicked grin on his face, knowing this would humiliate me even more. He reached out and tweaked my nipple. “You will keep being a good faggot, nice and submissive. I like abusing you, so much fun. These guys don’t know what to make of it. It’s great. Your Dark Master is going up in their eyes.” 

“All for you, Dark Master.” I replied, having to fight down the swelling of pride in my chest. Mitch had forced my mind to his will, and as I followed him, my blood boiled.  Everyone looked at me, including the staff. I saw elbows kick to people not looking at me, the nods of heads. I’m in good shape. I would get looks at a bar when I went in. Made it easier to get the women in my bed. Back when I could do that. Now my good body was there for amusement, Mitch had me in pixie boots, what was essentially a speedo, and a harness over my chest. The men I was following had all had their dicks in me, and I was here dressed like a cheap whore. A costumed cheap whore. 

The woman at the cash register looked up, and I could tell her eyes were eating me up. “You need a shirt to order babe.”

“He’s not eating. He’s just hanging with us.” Mitch had such a self-satisfied sound to his voice. she grunted and shrugged her shoulders. The men had taken a couple booths in the back, away from the door. Mitch took a seat, telling me to stand beside him. 

I leaned against the wall. “Stand at attention slut.” Mitch slapped my exposed leg. 

“Yes, Dark Master.” I stood at attention while they looked over the plastic-covered menus. There were a number of other patrons, I could see them looking at us, seeing the oddity. I was getting special attention, given my outlandish costume and the fact I was standing. These were regular people, in a Waffle House, looking at me, and every one of them knew I was being a bitch for this guy. It was my honor to be at the service of such a great man. Fuck, Mitch’s orders to consider him superior was still in me. My mind would think what he told me to. 

A waitress came to take their order. She gave me a look that was half lust, half disgust. She keep making eyes over at me, as she took the orders. They ordered a lot of food. Mitch reached over and ran his hand up and down my thigh. He was making the waitress jealous, and showing his dominance over me. 

While the order was being filled, Mitch ran his hand up further, grabbing my ass. The men could tell and snickered at me. I was a piece of meat. The men were talking about things I couldn’t understand, the strange game I had been a part of, other topics I could not follow. One of the guys stuck his foot out. “Tie my shoe.” I looked down, his sneaker was untied. 

“Do it, dumbo.” Mitch squeezed me, just where the leg started up the curve of my ass. I got down on my knees and tied his shoe. 

“Kiss it.” I had no choice, I leaned further over and planted a kiss on the top of the shoe. Everyone had to have seen me. I was humiliated, these were geeks, I was a jock. I can’t believe I just kissed a shoe, after letting them fuck me. But they were so much better than me. My mind was feeling whiplash as I thought of them poorly and as my superiors. Where did that leave me? If I was a toy for them? 

“Walk over there, to where the bathroom door is, touch the wall and come back.” Mitch ordered me. 

“Yes, Dark Master.” I started to walk, this was just to parade me in front of everyone there. I felt all the eyes on me. I was dressed up like a fool, going on a stupid task. The eyes burned into me. I felt them. I touched the wall and turned around, going back. The men were laughing silently at me. Even the staff was watching me. I saw the cook have to spin around to get back on the grill. I made it back and Mitch pointed to the ground. I squatted down. He put a foot out and I held it. 

The waitress brought the food and laid it out. They all dug in. “Hungry boy?” Mitch said after a few minutes, waiving a tater tot in front of my face. 

“Please feed me Dark Master.” I opened my mouth. He put it in. I ate it to the laughter of the men. 

Behind me, another said, “Crawl over here boy, I have some more.” I turned around and crawled a couple steps to the man who was holding a couple french fries out to me. I ate them from his hand. That became the new game. I was called between the tables, and I had to crawl between them. I had to eat from everyone’s hand. If they were seated in the back, I had to kneel while they reached over the table to give me some tidbit. I can’t express how humiliating it was. I couldn’t bring myself to look at the other patrons, it was hard enough to keep my eyes on whatever was being fed to me. And the snickers of the men cut into my brain. 

I’m fit and handsome, and here I was being fed like some sort of pet. In my stupid outfit. I was debasing myself in front of everyone, eating bits from greasy fingers. It had to be amusing for everyone watching me. I felt like scum. 

I was so glad when they finally finished eating, if we could end this, even as I feared what would be next. They got more cokes, drinking huge amounts, the tables were a mess, these guys were pigs. Mitch was pawing me, and I was taking it. 

I still couldn’t follow what they were talking about. Most of the words made no sense, they could have been speaking a foreign language. Mitch announced they should go to the game shop and moved to get up. Whatever game it was, I was sure it wasn’t football. As everyone got up I felt fingers in my loincloth, and it came down. So my dick was out again, this time in front of everyone at the Waffle House. Everyone was looking as every pair of eyes seemed to be watching like they were all in on the joke. 

I flushed red, and the laughter started. I knew it wasn’t my size, I had a good long dick. It was that I got stripped around everyone. “Pull those back up, slut.” Mitch slapped me on the backside of my head. “Are you advertising for more business?” 

“Yes, Dark Master.” I pulled them up and covered my dick again. 

We left the place, I could feel the eyes on me. Outside, the men all broke into laughter for what they had done to me. They kept laughing as I was bundled into the trunk, I was alone in the darkness again. 

The car went on somewhere, some new torment for me. At least I had a few minutes away from everyone. At least until the car shut off. When the trunk opened, Mitch pulled me out by the leash, and ordered me down to kiss his shoes. I had to do it right there, in the parking lot, in front of his friends and whoever else was around. That brought more laughter before Mitch headed off to some store, me on the leash following. 

“Open the door for me bitch.” Mitch said in an imperious tone, waving his hand at it. 

“Yes, Dark Master.” I scrambled around to obey. 

Mitch walked in with his head high, and a wide grin. As soon as he did, he pulled the leash making me stumble. He also pulled the leash down so I was forced on my knees. Mitch rubbed his hand over my face and forced a finger into my mouth that I began to suck on it. His friends came in around me. 

Everyone looked up at us. There were several tables with guys sitting around with the sorts of odd things they used last night. There were comic books on shelves on the walls, posters of brightly colored characters. The people here were in t-shirts. I could see greasy hair, unkempt hair. These guys were geeks. Mitch moved behind me and felt over my pecs, showing off his control of me. I could see envy in some of the faces around. And some that seemed mad. Not like they were upset, but that they didn’t like Mitch having someone as hot as me to feel up. 

I was pulled, crawling around while Mitch went to talk around. He went to a table where the guys were doing something with cards. Noticed the dice and things, I thought they might be baseball cards, but they were some sort of fantasy pictures. Mitch started talking and pulled my leash up roughly so he could run his hands in my hair. Mitch made some comments about whatever they were doing that got some retorts back. All I could tell is some of it got Mitch worked up, as he got more gripping on my scalp. 

“You got yourself a toy.” One of the geeky men at the table said. 

“A toy, a slave, he does everything I say. Isn’t that right?” Mitched slapped my cheek. 

“Yes, Dark Master.” I replied. It was so embarrassing to have to admit in front of these dweebs. I could see Mitch puff out. His dick twitched as well. I could see faces looking at us, at me. And they whispered to each other, incredulous looks apparent. They all had to be surprised at Mitch having me at his feet. 

Mitch ran his hands all over my head, it was so invasive, I couldn’t resist, everyone could tell I was unable to stop him at all. Mitch moved on to another table where he gave advice or whatever. I still couldn’t figure out what he was talking about. He pulled my leash up and started on my chest. He felt up my pecs, grabbing and massaging them, clutching them with his full hands. 

Then he began to get on my nips. He twisted them, pinched them, squeezed them. I could only stand there and wince as he mauled me. We were being watched, so I was on display for a bunch of geeks. I’m sure most of them had never had sex, with anyone. These weren’t Mitch’s friends, so I didn’t have to think of them as my superiors, so I was being used by a man in front of a bunch of guys I could bench press. And now I was a show for their amusement. It was so degrading. My nips were hurting with Mitch going on them, and I was squirming. 

Mitch moved on again, going to another table and I couldn’t figure out what they were doing. Little figures and cards were scattered around. Now Mitch was grabbing my ass, lifting the flap that barely covered it and grabbing hard, giving me light slaps. At least it wasn’t as bad if he had a belt. I was still taking whatever he dished out in front of everyone. Mitch started feeling up my dick and balls in front of everyone. This was worse. I was getting hard, and there was no hiding that. My dick was big enough to be noticed, especially when I was chubbing up. They all did. I could see comments and pointing from those around. 

“Yo, Mitch!” It was the clerk behind the counter. He seemed a little better put together, at least he had a job. Mitch turned, looking over. “Keep a lid on it, kinda public here. Don’t get me in trouble.”

“Don’t have a shit, it’s all cool. Everyone’s cool, right?” Mitch looked around, still playing with my cock. There were various responses of ascent. 

“Fine, just be sure to keep a lid on it if someone shows up.” The clerk went back to whatever he was doing while Mitch got a very wicked grin on his face while he did full on jerking of my dick. I groaned. 

Someone did come in the door, Mitch looked over and didn’t stop. I looked as well and my blood ran cold. Ian. I had known Ian in college; roughed him up a few times. Because I could. I knew he was into geeky stuff. Hell, that was one of the reasons I bullied him. Now he walked in an I could see his face recognize me. And that Mitch was foundling my almost naked body. 

Ian went to the counter, talking to the clerk all the time keeping an eye on me. It was like he wanted to approach, but was unsure. After chatting with the clerk, Ian headed towards Mitch and I. By this time, Mitch was squeezing my balls. 

“Mitch my man, what have you found yourself to play with?” Ian asked, sounding all chipper. 

“This is my bitch slave, watch him lick my shoes.” Mitch snapped his fingers. I knew what to do and went down to make big showy licks. I am sure everyone was watching. I felt a foot on my back. It had to be Ian. Ian was resting his fucking foot on my back. He had to have a boner doing this to me. I wanted to push him off me, pummel his face, but I couldn’t. I had to take it and keep licking Mitch’s shoe. 

“Well trained.” Iam said, grinding his foot into my back. “How did you capture this one? He’s hot and I wouldn’t mind him taking a swing on my dick.”

“He’s had a lot of dick today, he might be worn out.”

“He looks like he can take it. And more. Never enough dick, isn’t that right?” 

Mitch moved his foot. “It’s not like he can say no.”

“So how did you get this one?” I felt Ian reach down and run his hand over my back, to my ass where he squeezed a cheek. “Nice flanks. Someone could ride him well.”

“Yeah, I take care of that. I have a big one for the ride.” 

“Always a crapshoot to find a good slave boy. Finding one takes time, effort. You must have looked long. I’ve had a few that washed out. Would be so nice if there were someplace you could go and pick one out. Like a pet store. Only they don’t have to be a pup you know.” He gave a half laugh at his own joke. “Maybe even a trading area, take them back and get a fresh one.” Ian stood up. “Great idea, don’t you think?”

“Sure is.” Mitch replied, shuffling his feet some. I had to move to keep licking. “I could help train them up. Make sure they are all obedient and shit.” 

“I’d love to see you take a belt to his ass.” Ian ran his foot over my butt to emphasize the point, pressing down. 

“I don’t mind giving a show.” Mitch moved, I was sure he was undoing his belt. 

“Maybe not out here, Rob may not appreciate it.” Ian said, pushing down harder on my butt.

“I guess you’re right. He’s already been over here telling me not to show off.” Mitch paused a moment. “I think he’s jealous.”

“You know what would make him super jealous?” Ian rocked his foot back and forth. “Let me take him in the back and he’ll suck me off.” 

“I don’t know, I wouldn’t want to get banned.”

“You won’t get banned, he’ll not see anything. You know the cameras are out back there. It’s been a while for me, help a bro out, won’t you?” Ian wheedled. 

“Yeah, go on, let him have a shot at your fucktoy.” One of the guys sitting nearby added in. 

“Oh fuck, go head take him and get your dick sucked.” MItch tossed the leash to Ian. 

“Thanks, Mitch, I appreciate it.” Ian pulled on the leash. “Let’s go boy, I have some work for you to do.” 

I started to stand only to get pulled down by Ian “Stay down bitch.” He headed towards the back of the store. I crawled. In front of everyone, all the nerds watching me. I could see their faces as I went on all fours behind a guy I used to give wedgies to. 

My ass got grabbed as I crawled, I saw the ratty tennis shoes, and spindly legs, and the sandals of the nerds. They were all watching me, knowing I was going to service Ian, that I had no choice. I followed until we made it to a cloth curtain that went to a storage room. Ian went behind some shelves and turned around, looking down on me. He ran his hand up and down part of the leash. grinning so wickedly. 

“Beg to suck me slave boy, it is just the type of thing a snivelling, groveling fag boy would do.” Ian’s tongue was out slightly, pulled back in scrapping along his teeth. 

“Please, Sir let me be of service and suck your very nice cock, your big dick, I need to make you feel good. I’m worthless otherwise. Please, please, please. I have to make you feel good. I’ll suck you so good, really good. I promise. Oh, I have to. I need to. Please sir, I’m begging you. On my knees, at your feet. Let me suck you.” I bowed down and kissed his feet. “I need to service you. It’s the only purpose in my life.”

It was humiliating to do this to the geek I had bullied back in college. Mitch made me, and I had to obey Mitch because Chris had control of my mind and could make me do anything no matter how stupid or humiliating. 

“Get on it bitch.” Ian kicked up his foot a little to indicate it was time. I pulled up and reached to unfasten his pants. This was so low, because I knew this guy, had known him, treated him like shit and this was him getting revenge. 

“Thank you Sir, thank you.” I had to say, it came out of my mouth and sounded so earnest. I got his pants open and pulled his cock out. It was big. I’d never seen it before always expecting him to be small. But no, he was huge, and I had to put my mouth on it and take it down my throat. And I could, I had been blowing so many guys that I was able to get it all in. Not that it was completely hard, but my nose was in his pubes as he let out a satisfied groan. 

I started my tongue and moved my head back and forth a little, getting his dick harder. This was my duty and it reacted, getting stiffer and stiffer. I’d been trained to suck cock well, and Chris’s orders had me doing it as best I could. Even if I knew the guy from before. I took more than half his cock down, feeling it in my throat and knowing that would please him. I had to make him feel good, even if it was degrading to blow him, I had to make it the best he had ever had. 

Ian was fully hard and giving some moans. He was moving his hips back and forth some. I know he was getting off not only on just being sucked, but that it was me doing it. After all these years, he had me on my knees in a stupid outfit and sucking his cock. He wasn’t small to start out, and hard he was massive. I was choking myself and gagging, shoving it down my gullet. 

I was going deep when I felt his hands on my head. I knew what was about to happen and it did. He started fucking my throat and he was not kind at all. He was hammering into my face like it owed him money. I had muck spewing out of my mouth while he drilled. I couldn’t resist, I had to take it, and he knew it. I wonder if his dick would come out my ass, it seemed so long when it was pounding in. 

He came in me, pulling out so he could shoot on my face. Ian had to paint me in his cum so he could do that to me and get that self-satisfied grin. He slapped my face. “You faggot. Got you and it feels great. You really had no choice but to make me feel good, did you?”

“Yes Sir.” I hated admitting it, and I hated calling him sir. He looked down on me, as I knelt on the rough floor. I could feel the imperfections pressing on my knees. It felt worse kneeling for him.

Ian grabbed the side of my face, pulling his fingers in a little. It felt threatening in a way I could not really understand. I knew he could do anything he wanted to me, so I did feel fear. “Mitch isn’t your Master. Not your real one. You’re on loan, aren’t you?”

“Yes Sir.” I couldn’t lie, and I had no idea how Ian knew Mitch was just borrowing me.  

“What’s your owner’s name?” Ian asked. I told him Chris’s name. Ian looked thoughtful for a moment, then put his fingers in my mouth, testing my gag reflex. I didn’t have much of one, as his fucking my throat should have proven to him. That was not a skill I ever wanted to  have. He stared into my eyes making me fear him, he wanted more of my ass. “Let’s get you back to Mitch. I’m sure he wants to keep showing you off. Crawl.” Ian walked off, not caring how hard I had to scramble to keep up. 

Everyone looked over when we came out. They all knew what I had been made to do. All those geeks, each one wanting to get my mouth on their pathetic dicks. Ian tossed the leash to Mitch, and in a voice that was louder than necessary “Bitch has a good mouth on him, you’re a lucky man.” 

Mitch looked relieved, pulling me closer and shoving my face into his crotch. I didn’t want to smell his junk but I had to rub my face like I was enjoying it. It was me on display again. Debasing myself in front of all those geeks. “You like my crotch, don’t you elf fucktoy?”

“Yes, Dark Master, I am yours, body and soul.” I had to make him look good in front of everyone, as much as it galled me. I didn’t even know what that meant, just that it was what I meant. I heard snickers. Damn geeks. 

“Hey Mitch, I want a turn. You let Ian use him. How about letting him on my knob?” A voice piped up. Rubbing my face back and forth I tried to see who it was, but I couldn’t. 

“Yeah, sure take him back.” Mitch tossed my leash to someone who pulled it back, almost choking me. I half fell back and had to scramble to crawl after the guy. I looked up a bit to see some skinny guy in baggy shorts and t-shirt. He was going so fast I could barely keep up, and he was pulling excitedly on my leash. 

Back behind the curtain, he fumbled with his pants to open them up. Finally, I was going to get a smaller dick if I had to suck a dick. Nope, this guy was hung as well. How did a geek get a man’s dick? I moved towards it, his hands pulling me in until my nose was against his light red pubes. 

He fucked my face like he hadn’t cum in months. It was almost desperate. He wasn’t gentle at all, he slammed into my throat going fast like a rabbit. I couldn’t breathe and sure wasn’t giving a blow job, I was a hole. My arms flayed around as I tried to keep myself from falling on the floor. His hands grabbing my head was wall really keeping me from being faceplanted. 

It did not take him long to cum, which I was relieved for until I heard a voice behind me. “Mitch says I can ride his mouth next.” Fuck, I was being passed around again like a piece of meat. 

The new guy was just another dick to me. Mitch sent a series of geeks in for me to blow. Or more accurately to fuck my face. I lost count, and my throat was sore. My lips were sore. So many different pubes, unkept and bushy. One dick after another forced into my mouth. My mind disconnected from reality, I was just there to be used and so I kept my mouth open for whatever was put in it. 

I finally returned to sense to realize I was lying alone in the stockroom. The tile floor was cold and I felt thick liquid. It had to be cum and snot and sweat. I moved my hand to my face, and was not surprised to feel it sticky. I figured I should just stay here since I could get whatever rest possible. 

I did get to lay there a few minutes before Mitch came striding in. “There you are bitch. Come on, we’re leaving.” He reached down and got my leash. I pulled myself up and followed him out of the store, his posse trailing along. I looked down and my speedos were stained, and my harness felt twisted. I crawled back into the trunk of the car without any fuss, I couldn’t resist anyway. I was sore all over. I lay there, rocked back and forth by the motion of the car. 

The car stopped, and someone got out, we moved on afterwards. There were a couple more stops the same way before a stop was accompanied by the engine shutting off. I heard footsteps before the trunk opened. It was turning towards evening and Mitch grabbed my leash and tugged. I crawled out of the car, we were at Chris’s house. And there was Chris, opening the door. He got a look at my pitiful state, obviously fucked into next week, stupid costume hanging on me. Chris laughed. I hate my Master.

They didn’t just take turns.

They took me.

Together.

Daniel was behind me, hands on my hips, cock pushing in deep. Wes in front, knelt down, mouth parted, eyes locked on mine like I was the only thing he needed right now.

I was the bridge. Their plaything. Their toy.

And when Wes reached forward—when Daniel reached up—
their hands met.

Right over my back.

Fingers laced.

Palms tight.

That’s when it happened.

The Eiffel Tower.

And god, it was perfect.

Their rhythm synced up immediately—like they’d done this before. Like they’d practiced on other boys. Or maybe they just knew exactly what I needed.
Daniel would thrust in. I’d lurch forward. Wes would slide deeper down my throat. Then Wes would pull back, and I’d fall back onto Daniel’s cock again. Over and over. Their movement one smooth wave. Like I wasn’t even in control anymore.

I couldn’t think. I couldn’t speak. Just feel.

And every inch of me was being filled.

Daniel’s grip on my hips tightened. Wes’s cock throbbed on my tongue.
And their hands—still holding—never let go.

“Fuck,” Wes hissed. “Look at him. He’s shaking.”

“He loves it,” Daniel growled. “Don’t you, baby?”

I couldn’t answer. Not with Wes down my throat.

But I moaned. Loud.

They both felt it.

Wes rocked his hips slow, teasing, his free hand stroking my jaw as he pulled back. I gasped for air, spit dripping down my chin. Daniel used that moment to slam in harder, deeper, making me cry out.

Wes grinned. “He sounds so good like this.”

“Pretty little thing,” Daniel said, breathless now. “Fuck, he was made for this.”

I couldn’t stop moving. My body was stuck in this loop—pulled forward, shoved back. My knees were bruised. My throat raw. My ass stretched wide.

But I didn’t want them to stop.

I wanted this.

I craved it.

Wes pushed back in, slow this time, dragging his cock across my tongue, watching my lips part and wrap around him.

Daniel matched it. His hips grinding into me with purpose now, angled just right.

They started talking to each other. Over me. Around me.

“You think he’s close?” Wes asked.

“Feel how tight he is,” Daniel muttered. “He’s been close.”

“You gonna let him cum?”

“Not yet.”

They both chuckled.

Like they were in on something. Some plan. And I was the piece being moved around.

I was dizzy from it. The rhythm. The heat. The way Wes kept petting my hair like I was something soft. The way Daniel kept rutting into me like I was something to ruin.

Then their hands unclasped. Just for a second.

Daniel grunted. “Switch.”

Wes stood. Daniel pulled out.

I collapsed to the floor, panting, face flushed, body shaking.

But they weren’t done.

Wes knelt behind me now. Daniel in front.

It was Wes’s turn to fuck me.

I looked up at Daniel—his cock wet, flushed, shiny. He cupped my jaw. Slid it across my lips.

“You want it?” he whispered.

I nodded.

He tapped it against my cheek. “Then open.”

I did. And he slid inside—slow, careful, like he wanted to feel every second of it.

Behind me, Wes was thicker now. Wetter. Hungrier.

I felt the pressure. Then the stretch.
Then he was in.

All the way.

I moaned around Daniel’s cock, my back arching.

“Fuck,” Wes groaned. “He’s perfect.”

Daniel’s hand was in my hair again, guiding me up and down. “You better not cum yet,” he warned.

I couldn’t promise that.

Not with Wes filling me up like that.

He gripped my waist tight, started to move. Rougher. Deeper. Like he’d been holding back and now couldn’t anymore.

Daniel’s rhythm matched his. One thrust in front. One behind.

Every time Wes slammed into me, I gagged on Daniel. Every time Daniel pulled back, Wes filled the space.

I was wrecked.

And I fucking loved it.

They didn’t talk now. They just used me.

Sweat dripped down my back. My legs shook. My cock bounced between my thighs, untouched, but leaking nonstop.

Wes slapped my ass once. Twice. Then grabbed it and spread me wider, fucking in deep.

Daniel was losing control, his moans sharper, hips stuttering.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

“I—I’m gonna—” I gasped, pulling off Daniel, mouth swollen, throat burning. “Fuck—I’m gonna cum—”

“No,” Daniel said.

“Not yet,” Wes added.

But it was too late.

My body gave up.

I came hard. All over the carpet. A mess. My arms shaking, my body twitching.

They didn’t stop.

Wes kept going. Fucking me through it. His moans louder now. More frantic.

Daniel stroked himself, watching me unravel.

And then—Wes tensed behind me.

“Shit—shit—”

He pulled out at the last second, jerking himself hard, and came across my lower back, thick and hot.

I collapsed forward, limp.

But Daniel wasn’t done.

He grabbed my face. Slid his cock back into my mouth. Fucked it fast. Desperate.

“Gonna cum,” he warned.

I moaned. Let him.

He groaned, then pulled out, finished across my lips. My chin. My chest.

I was covered.

Shaking. Used.

And fucking glowing.

Daniel helped me sit back.

Wes handed me a towel. His hand lingered on my thigh, gentle now.

Daniel knelt beside me. Kissed me. Not greedy. Just soft.

“You okay?” he asked.

I nodded. Eyes hazy. Jaw sore.

“That was…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence.

Wes grinned. “That was the Eiffel Tower.”

Daniel laughed, low and warm. “We should do that again.”

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Every year, my fraternity brothers have a annual golf trip. I’m an okay golfer but the fun is hanging out with the guys, no wives or girlfriends. We act like we did at school, drinking beer, giving each other shit, playing cards, goofing off. It’s a great way to spend a long weekend.

We rent a huge house where all of us can stay, sometimes we have a couple guys to a room, other times we get our own rooms. This year I got lucky and had a private room, I don’t have to listen to someone else snore!

Matt was a year older, and we were in the fraternity house for 2 years together. He was a little more outgoing than me, but we became good friends, and I was his little brother. When I figured out I liked guys and came out to him, he gave me a big hug and said nothing changed. He often spoke up for me when someone made a homophobic remark.

After school he went to Indy and the next year I went to Chicago. We kept in touch but didn’t see each other very often. His job was keeping him busy, plus marriage and 2 kids.

The first day of the reunion we always play golf. Matt and I ended up in the same cart and I was looking forward to spending several hours on the course with him and just 2 other guys. We all laughed and joked when together, but Matt seemed more serious when it was jus the two of us riding down the fairway.

“So… do you have a boyfriend yet?” Matt asked bluntly.

I was a little embarrassed but said “No, not yet.”

“Damn Mark, it’s been two years since the last guy, what’s the problem,” he asked.

“No problem, just haven’t meet the right guy for dating is all.”

“Well at least you’re using the apps right? To get laid?” Like he needed to explain to me what the apps were for.

“Some, just lots of flaky guys and I’m busy with work,” I replied

“Hell, if I were you, I’d be getting laid nonstop if I had those apps available. Marcy doesn’t put out like she used to and never wants to suck my dick.” He was almost fuming as he discussed his sex life, or lack thereof. We never discussed the topic much, but he obviously was having a tough time.

“Maybe she just needs a little more wooing, like you did when you started dating,” I offered.

“Fuck that, I need to empty my nuts daily and I’m tired of doing it in the shower. You gay guys have it so easy, you want some ass you call up a buddy or get on an app and thirty minutes later you’re satisfied.”

I’m not sure where this was all coming from, but it was making me horny as hell, and considering what great shape he was in I could only imagine the pile driving he’d do on some chick if he had the chance. I tried to be subtle as I adjusted my crotch before taking my next shot, but I’m pretty sure he noticed.

That’s how the rest of the round went. By the time we were done and back to the house to relax with some beer in the hot tube I had an erection that wouldn’t go away, and I noticed his mound looked larger. I hurried to my room to change into my suit for the hot tub, and to jerk off quickly.

I’d just shucked my clothes and was heading to the bathroom when I heard the door open behind me. Matt entered my room and quickly closed the door. He’s looking at me naked while I stood there in shock wondering what he was doing. The next thing I notice is he’s grabbing his crotch; I unconsciously lick my lips and the only words spoken are Matt saying “Please?” almost in desperation

I don’t hesitate and drop to my knees in front of my good friend as he quickly unzips and pushes his shorts and underwear down his legs. I’m greeted by his huge 7-inch cock that is almost fully hard. The big cut mushroom head is wet with his precum. The veins running up and down the sides are impressive, the musky aroma coming from his groin is intoxicating. I take a deep breath as I swallow more and more of his juicy cock.

Quietly Matt says “Damn… you are so good at this. Suck my dick bro.” I loved the compliment and worked even harder to get his load. After all the talk of the day I was sure he wouldn’t last long. Sure enough I could hear him moaning deep and his balls started to pull up tight in their hairy sack.

“Fuck dude, I’m about there, you want my load?” He asked in a whisper, I’m sure he didn’t want anyone else to know what was going on. I never took my mouth off his prick as I picked up the pace and really went to town sucking on his tool, working hard for his nut.

Finally, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in close as his cock throbbed and spewed out squirt after squirt of his salty bitter seed. I couldn’t believe my luck in finally getting his load.

As he came down from his orgasm, I was a little worried that he might have regrets but much to my surprise he pulled me up and into a kiss, probing my mouth with his tongue, tasting his own load.

“Fuck, that was so damn good,” he grinned at me before kissing me again, then pulling up his pants and leaving my room.

The evening went on as usual, dinner, beer, cards, football game on TV, more beer, some hard liquor, but I kept glancing around the room looking for Matt, and when I’d finally find him, he’d be looking at me. He’d raise his bottle in a silent toast, and I’d acknowledge it back to him. About 11 I was finishing up a hand of euchre and felt someone come up behind me. Then strong hands on my shoulders giving me a light massage. I knew it was Matt but still looked back to confirm his condition. He looked so happy, with a broad grin on his face. It just made him look so handsome.

I lost the hand which ended the game, so I stood to give my chair to the new challengers and Matt quickly pulled me to his side and said something about bad cards, but whispered in my ear “Meet me in your room,” and quickly walked away.

I had no idea what was going on but quickly headed to my room, which was the last room down the hall. I entered and left the door open. A few minutes later Matt came in and quietly closed the door and locked it. I looked at him with questioning eyes as he came towards me and pulled me in for a hug and then I felt gentle kisses on my neck then earlobes before he moved to my mouth and gave a few gentle kisses before we started making out with passion. His hands were roaming over my toned body feeling the muscles in my back and traveling down to my round bubble butt. He slipped a hand down the back of my pants as we continued to make out.

I knew what he wanted, and I was going to give it to him. I pulled away and started to undress. His eyes were wide as he took in my torso, then my legs, then my hard dick as I finally pulled of my underwear. I nodded at him, and it took him out of his trance to start undressing himself. He stripped as quickly as he could, and I marveled at the chiseled chest with a light dusting of hair. He kept himself in good shape and I was going to be the benefactor. His bulging biceps were such a turn on, but I really liked the slightly hairy ass and the patch at the base of his spine.

I crawled onto the middle of the bed and laid back. He walked to the side then climbed on the bed as well positioning himself over me, between my spread leg as.

“I’ve never done this,” he quietly said.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help guide you,” I smiled up at him

But he took me by surprise, putting his big hands on the back of my thighs and pushing them toward my chest, exposing my pink pucker to his sight. He looked at me and back down at my willing hole and proceeded to lower his head and lick my taint, then kiss my cheeks all the while moving closer to his target. Then I felt it as his tongue made contact with my hole, lightly at first then more urgently. He was like a starved man as he munched on my hole getting it wet and slick and probing it with his stiff tongue. I was opening up and grabbed his head to push him further on, urging him to eat my hole and get it prepped for his prick.

Finally, he raised his head and moved to straddle my legs, bringing his meat to my mouth, which I sucked and slobbered on knowing it would soon be invading my tender hole. After a few minutes of getting him wet, he moved back and settled between my legs, pushing them forward again as I reached underneath and grabbed his turgid member and helped aim it to my hole.

“Ready?” He asked. And all I could do was nod my head as I felt the gentle pressure then the brief pain as he entered me.

Matt was a gentle lover, pushing slowly in, letting me get used to his girth before pulling out a little then pushing back in further. He did this for several minutes before finally bottoming out, buried to the depths.

I wrapped my legs around his back as he lowered himself onto me, wrapping his arms around my head as he settled in for a kiss as he left his cock deep in my hole. “Okay?” He checked with me. “Oh yeah,” I moaned in response.

With that he started to fuck in and out of my hole, the sensation was one of the best fucks I’ve ever had. This hot friend, buddy, fraternity brother, father, was making love to me like no one else ever had. It was gentle and rough and tender and passionate at the same time. I was in heaven, and I could tell he was too.

We continued to make out as he fucked into me, faster then slowly, then fast again. My cock was drooling precum all over my stomach and his, it was mashed in between us, and the friction was going to send me over the edge. As he picked up the pace in reaming my hole it sent me over the edge.

“I’m cumming” I said directly into his mouth as my cock exploded and squirted several times all over the both of us. My orgasm had the effect of tightening my hole and it clamped down on his rod and he moaned out “Me too” as he drove one last time deep and held me close as he unloaded a huge load deep in my bowels.

We laid like that for several minutes as his softening cock finally slipped from my tender hole. He rolled off and pulled me to his chest as I cuddled up next to him with the empty feeling deep inside. We dozed for moment before he rolled out of bed and “I better get out of here,” and slowly dressed as I watched. Before leaving my room, he gave me a deep kiss and a wink.

The next morning was Sunday, departure day. Matt and I were on the same plane, but I’d be getting off in Chicago and he’d change planes and continue on to Indy. We didn’t say much at the Vegas airport, and I was beginning to wonder if he was regretting what we’d done. Once we got to Chicago, I waited for him to deplane and looked at the board for his connecting information. He had a two-hour layover, and I thought maybe I’d just hang with him for a little bit.

As Matt exited the plane he was on his phone “Yes honey,” I heard him saying, I guessed it was Marcy. “Yeah, they called this morning and asked if I could stop by the Chicago office for a couple days.” I was confused but he had a big grin. “Right, I’ll be back on Wednesday. Okay… Love you too.”

“Well buddy, I hope you don’t mind, but I’m staying with you for a few nights.” I could have kissed him right there as he slung his arm around my shoulder, and we headed out of the airport.

I finished the last of my cigarette, exhaling a blue grey plume of smoke into the clear warm air. I felt calmer now, more in control of my thoughts. My balls felt heavy in my shorts and I needed to cum badly which was hardly a surprise after what had happened earlier. I once again turned to look towards the entrance of the toilets, the 3 cars were still parked there, the 3 men were still in there. I looked at my watch ….12:45, ‘ wow, it seems later, especially after what happened in there ‘ I thought

The thoughts came flooding back again and with them a huge wave of lust, ‘ whats the worst that can happen, after all that chap Colin seems nice ‘ I said to myself. I stood and started to walk towards the cottages, this time feeling more confident. Again, I stood in the entrance allowing my eyes to adjust, i could hear the drip drip drip of the cisterns and really noticed the pungent public toilet smell for the first time, a sort of mix of strong cleaning fluid, pee and sex. 

I saw a figure standing facing the second cubicle and recognised it was Colin, he was almost leaning into the toilet doorway with his hands holding the frame either side. he looked over at me, ‘ Hi, come over here ‘ he said, not bothering to whisper this time. He had his trousers around his knees and his smart white shirt pulled up over his belly. I moved next to him and could see the cubicle door was open, i looked inside and in the gloomy light I could see this cubical was also covered in graffiti more than the first. Infront of Colin was a man of similar age knelt on the floor, he looked to be completely naked and was sucking greedily on Colins engorged cock taking his shaft right to the back of his throat til his nose was buried in Colins pubic bush. Immediately my own cock was solid, and almost ripping at the fly in my shorts to be released.

‘ Say hello Tom ‘ Colin said to the man feasting on his dick. Tom withdrew the cock from his mouth and looked up at me, then looked at Colin ‘ Is this the boy from earlier? ‘ he asked ‘ This is him ‘ replied Colin, with his trademark grin. ‘ Back to learn more? well then, welcome to our little club ‘ he said chuckling, before swallowing Colins cock once more. I was trembling with lust, I had an urge to get undressed right there and just let myself lose control, I looked back into the cubical again and could see something that was poking from the dividing wall of the first cubical. I had no I idea at first what it was, I started harder at it and then as my ages adjusted further, i realised ‘ OMG is a cock !!!, theres a hard cock sticking through that wall ‘ This was my first experience of a gloryhole

Colin saw that I had been watching intently, he stopped holding the door frame and without a word, undid the button and fly of my shorts, my cock spang out like a caged animals bid for freedom and my shorts fell to the floor. Tom had now grasped the gloryhole cock in his hand and was wanking him while he shuffled his position infront of me, my dick was level with his face and throbbing so hard it was bouncing with my pulse. Colin was groping my bottom, pulling my cheeks apart and almost inspecting what he saw. My legs were shaking and i felt completely at their will. Then it happened, Tom leant forward and took me into his mouth, I felt electric jolt burst through my body, I was in pure extasy, his mouth was warm and tight and he was doing things to my helmet  i had never ever experienced before. Colin continued to caress my bottom and thighs as Tom expertly sucked on my raging hard cock

‘ Oh fuck fuck fuck …. no no no no ‘ I cried, my hips involuntarily bucking and thrusting, I could felt it, the intense pre orgasm build up, right from deep inside my balls rising through my stomach to my head. ‘ Fuuuuuuuck mmmmgmgmgngn ‘ I started cumming so hard I thought I was going burst, all the while Tom held me in his mouth and I could feel Colins arms around my waist almost holding me up. With each jet of spunk i shot I head Tom making a ‘mmmpph mmmph ‘ sound, he was swallowing it all. After a few moments that seemed to last for ever, he pulled my still hard dick from his mouth and swirled his tongue around the end, catching every drop of cum. My body relaxed and I realised Colin was still holding me, and I could feel his cock on my bottom cheek.

‘ Oh good boy !! wow you really enjoyed that didnt you ‘ said Colin removing his arms from around me, my head was spinning, and this time I really couldnt form any words to say. I stood there swaying and catching my breath, before becoming incredibly self conscious about being almost naked. I quickly pulled my shorts up and backed away, I felt a little sore, and a bit empty, also very guilty, was I gay now??. ‘ Take your time, son ‘ Colin said soothingly, go sit outside and have smoke, with that he pulled up his trousers and adjusted his shirt then helped me back outside.

He walked with me to my pushbike, I hadnt said a work or even made eye contact with him. I felt a bit uncomfortable he was with me to be honest, but couldnt work out why. He was being nice to me. I took out a cigarette and lit it. ‘ Take your time and sit to calm yourself ‘ said Colin. I still didnt make eye contact with him. ‘ Your having feelings of guilt, thats normal ‘ he said ‘ youve had an amazing time though havent you, and I adore your bum and cock, I know that Tom loved your cock too. I really really hope I’ll see you again as I said, we’re here most days.’ This time I managed to look at him and gave him a smile

‘ awww, i wanna see that smile while your naked ‘ he teased. I laughed along with him.

‘ Im gonna help Tom and then cum myself I hope ‘ he said matter of factly, almost as if he was going to fix a car or something, with that we went back toward the cottage. he stopped before he went back inside and turned toward me

‘ whats your name anyway ‘ he shouted ‘ you dont have to tell me if your not comfortable enough ‘

‘ Luke ‘ I replied ‘ I’ll see you soon ‘

to be continued

My attraction to Gunnar started the second I realized he’s gay. I was 18, and my parents insisted that I get a summer job. My favorite aunt hooked me up with a job in the shipping and receiving department at the plumbing supply store she managed. Gunnar was 26 at the time. Standing 6’2”, easily 220 lbs, pure muscle, all man. His firm handshake, his booming voice, and scruffy-trimmed beard – the entire package was like a wet dream for me. When I realized we’d be working closely together all day, every day, I no longer cared that my summer vacation was going to be working in a dark, cold, stock room.

At this point in my self-discovery process, I hadn’t developed a gaydar, though his always perfectly groomed hair and well put together outfits should’ve been a ping on my gaydar since most guys that look like he does ooze toxic masculinity. I thought he was supposed to dress nicely because he was in charge of our department and often took meetings with “higher-ups.” It turns out he could be dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, just like I do every day.

I found out he’s gay when he was pulling up an email to show me about the 4th of July schedule, and he fat-fingered the screen and it flipped over to his already open Grindr account. He swiped it away quickly with a “Oh, sorry,” and then went on to show me the email. Which, I couldn’t focus on at all because my weeks of jerking off thinking about what he might look like naked or how amazing it would be to lose my virginity to him, it all turned out to be a possibility all of a sudden. It took every fiber of my being to will my dick to stay down through that conversation as I stood there, staring through his phone as if I were reading the email, but I was really inhaling his scent and going through my head to see what I missed that would have outed him sooner. Did I miss him flirting with me?

I’m not proud of myself, but that night I downloaded Grindr to check out his profile. It was tricky; I turned off my location settings and had a blank profile because I was kind of scared of Grindr. I wasn’t out yet and didn’t want Grindr to be how I got outed. 

I waited for him to go into a meeting before I opened my account, and was disappointed. He wasn’t online. It took a few weeks of sneaking peaks at my phone at work before he finally popped up on my grid. When I saw what was obviously his torso as the nearest square, I panicked and quickly locked my phone. I realize he couldn’t see me seeing him, but it felt like when you sneak a peek at the guy next to you in the urinal. You can only glance, you can’t stare. I did rush off to the bathroom, though, and started studying his profile.

6’2”, 225lbs, top, hung, “looking for friends and more,” and the pics had my dick bricked up in a lightning-fast reaction. The torso pic was amazing, he is so fit it’s almost offensive. I’m in good shape, I’m on the baseball team when in school so it keeps me in good shape, plus I get to see the rest of the jocks in my school in their athletic cups and…Jesus, I’m a pervert. His second pic was him in a Speedo on a beach somewhere, the bulge in his swim brief was not helping my erection go down. His third pic was him and two guys wearing some kind of hiking clothes, all of their muscles also bulging out of their shirts. That made me feel, on top of the obvious reasons, like he wouldn’t be into me even if I told him I was also into guys.

The following school year, I came out to my friends and then my family. I still didn’t come out to Gunnar, though. I don’t know why. When spring rolled around, I did finally message him on Grindr one night when he was still on my grid, and I was at home in my bedroom. We got to chatting. I’m not proud of this either, but when he asked me for a pic, I sent him a pic of someone else who looked older than me, but not so handsome that it would seem fake. Thankfully, he believed me. 

I told him I was in town for work and staying with family, so I couldn’t guarantee a meetup. At first, he was pretty standoffish; his responses were pretty short. Sometime around midnight, though, he seemed to be on the prowl.

Gunnar: Are you able to sneak away from your family?

Me: I don’t think so. I’m kinda stuck here.

Gunnar: damn, that’s a shame.

Me: Why?

Gunnar: I’m fucking horny.

My dick was so hard in my boxers, it snaked itself out of the fly and demanded my attention. I tiptoed to the bedroom door and locked it quietly. Then, I slowly stroked myself while continuing the conversation with him.

Me: Yeah, me too.

Gunnar: You top or bottom?

I hadn’t really thought about it. I hadn’t even jerked off with another guy, how could I know? Do I need to know before I have sex with a guy? I quickly looked at his profile again, seeing that he had prominently displayed himself as a “Top” and responded.

Me: Bottom I guess.

Gunnar: Verse is cool, but I only top.

Me: Cool.

Gunnar: How long has it been?

Me: What do you mean?

Gunnar: Since you last got fucked.

My heart was thumping out of my chest. I don’t know what the correct answer is. I have no idea how often guys have sex. I jerk off every night, multiple times in a day if I have the house to myself.

Me: Last night

I sent, hoping that was the correct answer. 

Gunnar: Oh, how was it?

Fuck, I don’t know, was it shitty? Was it great? What’s the answer that keeps this conversation going?

Me: It was ok.

Gunnar: lol, not all tops care if their bottom is satisfied.

Me: Do you care?

Gunnar: Depends on the bottom and what they are looking for.

Me: How so?

Gunnar: If he just wants to be a hole for me to throw it in, I’ll just nut and leave. If he wants to get fucked and wants to cum, I’ll fuck the cum out of him lol.

That was it, I was shooting my load onto my stomach, and it was already my second load tonight, but it was still a big one thanks to Gunnar. I cleaned it up as quickly as possible to get back to the conversation.

Me: I think I’m the second guy hahaha

Gunnar: did the guy from last night fuck the cum out of you?

Me: No

Gunnar: Come over to my place and I’ll make sure you cum 😉

My raw dick was getting hard again.

Me: I wish, but I can’t.

Gunnar: Still sore from last night?

Me: sore?

Gunnar: lol, oh, was he small?

I didn’t understand why I would be sore. What does size have to do with soreness?

Me: Yes.

I fired off my response, hoping it was the right thing to say.

Gunnar: Can you handle big dicks?

My heart was pounding as I typed out my response.

Me: How big?

Gunnar: 8.5” cut, hbu?

Another drop of precum oozed from the head of my cock as I slowly jerked myself off, again.

Me: I’m almost 7”

Gunnar: Trade pics?

I jumped out of bed and took a pic of my dick, I was about to send it when I realized I shouldn’t, just in case he sees it at th urinal or something since I have a noticeable birthmark just below the tip that’s shaped like a bean. Plus, my body is a bit more like a twink than the pic I already sent him, so it wouldn’t match. I quickly found a pic on Google that looked like it could be attached to that body and sent it to him.

An anguishing minute passed before he double tapped the image for a fire emoji, and then, the greatest thing that could happen in my life happened; he sent me a dick pic. 8.5” of muscular looking dick in my screen. In the pic he was so hard, he was oozing precum, his dick had visible veins that were bulging and he looked to be in that state of horniness where it would be painful to push down on your dick. I was in awe. Precum was oozing from my dick looking at it. My brain was melting with this information, I mean…Gunnar’s dick was in a pic in my hand…how could I possibly handle this CIA level intel? I double-tapped the image and waited for his response.

It didn’t take long.

Gunnar: Can I see your ass?

Fuck. I went on Google again, finding a pic that looked about right for the body I sent him earlier, and fired it off to him.

Gunnar: Hot!
Gunnar: I love a smooth ass!
Gunnar: You like getting your ass eaten?

Another question I didn’t know the answer to. The closest I’ve had to getting my ass eaten was when I dropped my finger down below my balls during a masturbation seession. It was pretty good, but…what is that compared to getting my ass eaten?

Me: Yeah

Gunnar: Can I eat your ass?

My heart was about to explode in my chest.

Me: Yeah

Gunnar: After I eat your ass, can I push the tip of my dick in?

This mental image was almost enough to send me over the edge for a third time tonight as I continued to stroke my dick.

Me: If you want to

Gunnar: Oh, I want to. Might want to push in a little deeper too 😉

Me: That might be ok

Gunnar: Might be? How deep would be pushing the limit?

I didn’t understand, but I made a guess.

Me: A few inches?

Gunnar: Mmmm, a few inches would be nice. How deep can I get before you make me wrap up? Or do you like to play bare?

I kind of understood this one. I have been secretly watching gay porn online since I was 12. I know what bare means. I also took Health class and understand the need for safe sex. This was just fantasy, and with Gunnar.

Me: How deep do you want to go?

Gunnar: Well…if I get to choose, I’m going 8.5 inches deep lol

Me: And then?

Gunnar: And then I’ll pull out to the tip and thrust balls deep again, and again, until you tell me I have to pull out and put on a condom lol

Me: What happens if I don’t?

Gunnar: 👿 You know

I thought about it for a second.

Me: You’ll pull out and jerk off on my dick, like in porn?

Gunnar: lol, if you want, but if I’m fuckin you bare…I’m probably going to bust inside you.

I blew my load all over my stomach for a third time tonight. Most of it pooling in my pubes and dribbling down my fist, but my nuts were drained for the night. I quickly cleaned up, tossing my cum rag into the wash bin and pulling up my boxers.

Me: That’s hot.

I must have taken too long to respond in my cleanup process because he didn’t show as online and didn’t respond. I eventually passed out.

I spent the next couple of weeks fantasizing about him and the pics he sent me. It was tough at work, knowing what was under his clothes, knowing intimate details about this stallion who could toss around boxes as heavy as me with little to no effort.

School started back up in the fall, and I had to stop working my job per my parents’ rules, and I wasn’t able to keep in touch with Gunnar. When summer rolled around again, I begged my aunt to take me back on for summer help, and she did. Unfortunately, Gunnar had transferred to a management position in a different department, so I only saw him in passing and never saw him online anymore. I did see him at the company barbecue with his boyfriend. Which made sense, a stud like Gunnar wouldn’t be on the apps for long. Of course, his boyfriend is gym-fit, just like he is, with at least a hundred pounds more muscle than I have. I never felt more like a twink than when Gunnar introduced me to his guy.

When I turned 18 in the summer between high school and starting college, I started looking at the apps more seriously. I had some guys offer to take my virginity; I even met up with some for “fun.” Which at first was just jerking off in the woods close enough that our dicks sometimes bumped into each other. Then I moved on to jerking them off and letting them jerk me off. I did stop for a while when I let a guy jerk me off from behind; he said it was a better angle for him to stroke me, and he stood behind me, reaching around to stroke me, which did feel really good at first. When he started sliding his bare cock up and down my ass crack I got so nervous that he was going to try and push it in that I quickly pulled up my shorts and ran off. When I got home, I jerked off furiously, blowing my load all over my abs, but then scolded myself for putting myself in a position like that where a stranger could’ve forced himself into me.

I did find a friend my age who was into jerking off together, but then when I tried to take it a step further and jerk each other off, he let me stroke him, but as soon as he blew his load he had a bit of a freak out, pulling up his pants and underwear without even cleaning up and ran away. We never talked about it again, but he also never let himself be alone with me after that, which made me feel kinda shitty.

I had all but given up on losing my virginity, but at the company barbecue this summer, I snuck a beer and poured it into a cup and got myself pretty tipsy off that beer. I never drink or smoke or anything like that. I was having a lot of fun, and when I saw Gunnar across the park, I went to say hi, barely got a handshake and a smile out of him before someone important came up and stole him away from me. I went and planted myself at a picnic table and sipped my second beer for the night. I was feeling pretty horny, which wasn’t new for me, but what was new was this confidence I got from the beer I had in my system. The beer was like magic in a way that it turned down that voice in the back of my head that told me all the ways it was dangerous to meet up with guys on Grindr, and the even louder voice that kept telling me I should wait until I found someone special to lose my virginity to.

I changed my profile pic to a photo of my actual headless torso, which I’ll admit was pretty good compared to a lot of the guys on here. I have defined abs and a muscular ass that pops out. Not much hair though, which makes me feel like it might be a little too feminine for some guys. I only had hair in a trimmed bush around my cock, bairly any on my balls, mostly hairless on my ass too. I post one pic of me in my boxers and one in my athletic cup to emphasize I am a jock and not a femboy. Then changed the header to “4Now” and put “mostly virgin looking to change that” in my description.

Scrolling through, I tapped every guy on my grid that looked to be under 30 and hot enough that I didn’t think it would matter that I don’t have an emotional connection with them to lose my virginity to them.

I chugged the rest of the beer and walked back to the table where I was sneaking them from. There were a few people around, no one policing the beer, though. But when my aunt walked up, I decided it was too risky.

“Jonathan?” A booming voice called out from behind me, making me jump as though I were caught with a beer in hand.

I turned to see Gunnar, “Oh shit man, you scared me,” I chuckled, reaching out to shake his hand. 

“Sorry, I got pulled away earlier and didn’t get to say hi. How are you? Your aunt told me you just graduated?” He smiled at me as he looked down at me. I forgot how much taller he is than I am. He must be at least a foot taller, and his muscles are even bigger than the pictures I’ve been jerking off to for the last two years.

“Oh yeah, finally moving on to bigger and better things,” I joked, looking around at the group of people I had been working with all summer.

He chuckled, “Yeah, what are you going to school for?”

“I’m thinking business management, maybe economics, not really sure, but I’m going to GW and they have a lot of great options,” I crossed my arms, trying to flex my biceps subtly as I did.

He reached into the bin and pulled out a beer, cracking it open and taking a sip, “Well, that sounds like fun. When do you ship out?”

“In three weeks,” I shrugged, staring at his beer like a thirsty puppy.

He looked around, his eyebrows knitted together, and he lowered his voice, “How many have you had?”

My eyes went wide, “Huh?”

He grinned, “Uh-uh, don’t play dumb, I’ve seen that look before,” he chuckled. “Are you drunk?”

“No, I’ve only had two,” I admitted.

He chuckled again, shrugging his shoulders, “Well, it’s free…and not my problem,” he shook his head. “I’d stick to the light beer though, don’t want to lose those abs your freshman year, you’ll never get them back,” He winked.

“Is that how you’ve kept yours?” I heard the words slip out of my mouth before I remembered there was no way I could know what he looks like shirtless. But, how would he know what I look like shirtless?

His eyes fixed on me, he cocked his head to the side and then slowly brought it back to level and I saw his face go from thinking to trying to pivot out of this conversation and it softened, “I’ve seen it happen to too many guys, the freshmen fifteen goes right to the gut,” an eyebrow went up as he looked me up and down slowly. Then sipped his drink, and I swear he licked his lips in slow motion.

“John,” I heard my aunt call my name from across the park, and she waved me over.

I turned back to Gunnar, “I’m being summoned.”

He chuckled, “I’ll leave a beer accidentally on that table in the corner for you,” he whispered before giving me a bro hug that nearly melted my brain. He pulled me into his muscular chest, his manly scent filled my nostrils, I didn’t want to let go, but if I didn’t, I’d have sprung a boner, so I let go and pulled away.

“Thanks,” I said as I started jogging toward my aunt.

Once I was done chatting with her and the head of my department, I tried to find Gunnar again, but he was gone. He did leave a beer for me, so I chugged it down.

I pulled Grindr back out and had a few messages, a few of them just dick pics, but some asking for details of what I wanted to do tonight and where. I also noticed my pinned conversation with Gunnar had a green light for the first time in a while. I looked around the park to make sure he wasn’t around me and then clicked on his profile. He was 300 ft away. He had an updated photo, showing off his pecs.

“Hey, long time no talk to,” I said, not expecting a response.

“Sorry, I deleted my messages a while back. Refresh my memory, who is this?” Gunnar responded.

I felt a rush. Mostly to my dick, but my heart was pounding pretty fast as I typed back. “Oh, no worries, it’s been a while.”

“You’re 18? And a virgin?” He asked, the bubble popping up to let me know he was the most recent person to check out my profile.

“Lol, yeah,” I forgot I hadn’t talked to him as myself.

“Well, we definitely didn’t meet up, I would’ve remembered not taking your virginity, especially wearing that jock strap,” he said.

“It’s the cup I wear when playing baseball, but, yeah, we never met up,” I said, feeling relieved my virginity didn’t scare him off. Though I was growing increasingly nervous that he was going to pop up behind me as some sort of “gotcha” because I’ve been perving on him for the last two years.

Gunnar: I see that, makes it hard to tell how big you are underneath 🍆

Holy shit, was he asking me to send him a dick pic? Ok, play it cool.
Gunnar: Though the bulge in these boxers is a good indicator you’re above average.

That made my dick hard in my pants, I looked around again, making sure he wasn’t around and seeing me message back.

Me: Well, you’ll have to pull my boxers down to find out 😉

Gunnar: Are you asking me to take your virginity?

Oh fuck, is he offering? What if he finds out it’s me and…rejects me?

Me: Are you offering?

My heart rate must have been at dangerous levels, even with the beer calming the rest of my nerves. I thought I was going to faint from anticipation of his response.

Gunnar: It would be an honor and a privilege.

I nearly blew my load in my pants reading that.

Me: When and where?

Gunnar sent his address and added: When are you free? I’m stuck at a work thing for another hour, but I’ll be home by 7.

My hands were shaking as I typed out: 7 it is.

Then I closed out the app as if being offline somehow made it so he couldn’t change his mind. I reached down into my pants, pulling my 7” cut dick up into the waistband, chugged my beer and looked for the best way to sneak out without anyone realizing I left early.

I made it home and took a good shit and hot shower, soaping myself up the best I could. The beer was making me feel weird, but in a good way. I slipped on some clean boxers, a tight black T-shirt, and some skinny jeans, then put on my Vans and did some push-ups and sit-ups to make sure I looked my best. I even put on some cologne I was gifted for Christmas that I never use. I tossed some microfiber paste into my hair, giving it a tousled, purposely look, with my natural blonde highlights becoming more prominent as the paste darkened the sandy brown hair underneath.

I opened the app, but he hadn’t said anything new and wasn’t online. I looked at the address, it was a thirty-minute walk, but if I took my bike, I could make it in ten minutes easily. I jumped on my bike and peddled across town, taking every shortcut I could, and decided to park my bike at a rack not far from Gunnar’s apartment building. I didn’t want him to see me ride up on a bicycle like I was some sort of child.

I walked up to his building, nervous as fuck and terrified he was going to open the door, see its me and get pissed. I had to try, though.

I knocked. Heard the massive man walking to the door, opening it in just a towel, with damp hair. He grinned, looking me up and down, shook his head, and said, “Ok,” and held the door for me to walk in. I didn’t hesitate.

My tight t-shirt was sticking to my torso from my ride over, my red plaid boxers riding up out of the top of my jeans, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable in my clothes as my dick started getting hard from the smell of his apartment. It was like a concentrated version of his scent; I was in heaven. I didn’t know if I should sit or what, but when I heard the chain lock slide in the bar, I turned to see his naked, jacked torso as he slowly walked toward me.

“I had a feeling that was you,” he smiled, putting his hands on my hips.

“You did?” I squeeked out, looking up at him.

He huffed and grinned. “Yeah, you’ve been checking me out since I met you. It wasn’t subtle,” he said, grinning.

“It wasn’t?” My smile grew, and my face flushed.

He pulled me into him, my crotch pushing against his as his hands groped my ass and he leaned in to kiss me. It wasn’t my first kiss with another guy, but holy fuck, it unlocked something in me that could never be put back in the box. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, standing on my tippy toes as I practically hung from his neck like a monkey. He wrapped his toned arms around me, feeling up and down my back as hit tongue explored my mouth and his hands felt every ridge of my body, focusing on my ass.

He broke our kiss and grabbed my hand, leading me towards his bedroom. I kicked off my shoes as we went. His bedroom had dim lighting, a very warm glow, and his manly scent only grew stronger. He closed the bedroom door behind us and spun around, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it up and off my body in the smoothest motion. His mouth was back on mine, his tongue wrestling with mine as his hands worked the buttons on my jeans and pushed them down. He got them halfway down my thighs, almost pulling my boxers down with them, but the tent in the front kept them from going down.

He pushed me down onto the bed on my back; I propped myself up on my elbows to watch as he worked my jeans and socks off. I could see his muscled leg sneak out the slit in his towel which to my frustration was still tightly wrapped around his waist, as he dropped to his knees between my legs. He hooked his fingers in my boxers, “Is this ok?” I nodded quickly. He pulled gently down and I lift my ass to help, my cock sprang free from the elastic waistband with a thud of precum and hard dick hitting my abs as my boxers pooled at my ankles.

His hands massaged my legs, up my thighs, and then my crotch, barely letting his thumbs caress my balls, teasing and massaging me, helping me relax as I watched unblinking, waiting for him to touch me.

He grinned, kissing my thigh from the knee to my crotch, his five o’clock shadow tickling my ball sack. The heat of his head was sending waves of pleasure through my body. Then to frustrate me some more he skipped my cock and went to the other leg, again kissing my thigh from knee to crotch. I felt precum forcing it’s way out the head of my painfully hard dick as I made it bounce for him, hoping to draw his attention to it. As he sucked on my inner thigh and his scruff rubbed my soft, mostly untouched skin I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan of pleasure.

He pulled back, rubbing my thighs again, deep tissue massage, it felt so good, never had anyone massaged me like this and it damn near made me burst. He smiled at me, “What do you want next?”

“Umm…” I squeaked, “Whatever you want to do?”

He chuckled, leaning in he licked the drops of precum on the tip of my cock, barely letting his tongue touch my skin but getting a taste of my brand, licking his lips with it and swallowing it down with a satisfied hum. “You taste good,” he whispered.

“Yeah?” I said with a bit too much surprise.

“Yeah, you don’t know?” He asked.

I shook my head.

He grabbed my cock, giving it a few good strokes and squeezed out a drop of my precum, used his finger to wipe it up and leaned up to me to smear it on my lips and pushed his finger into my mouth, sliming my tongue with my own juice. I instinctively closed my mouth around his finger as though it were his cock and sucked my essence off his finger. “That’s it,” he groaned, “How’s it taste?” He asked in a gravelly voice.

“Good,” I breathed out as his finger left my mouth.

“You taste sweet, Jonathan, I want more,” he said and dropped his mouth down to the head of my cock, holding me in his hand like a microphone as he licked the head like a melting snow cone.

“Mmmfffuck,” I moaned.

He licked and sucked the tip, then licked up and down the sides, getting me nice and wet before he deep throated me with ease. I was in heaven. If I died in this moment, it would be worth it. He slowly sucked my dick, his mouth worked out every ounce of precum my balls would give him, swallowing me until his chin was tickling my balls, then sucked the tip again, repeating the motion intil I felt my balls starting to tighten.

“Oh my God, I’m gonna cum,” I thrashed under him, but he held me down and took me deeper into his throat, forcing me to unload in his mouth. “Oh fuck,” I groaned and moaned as my balls pulsed and my cum shot out into his throat, wad after wad until I couldn’t handle his mouth on me anymore. He recognized the signs and pulled off, quickly climbing on top of me to kiss me and share the cum that coated his mouth that he hadn’t already swallowed. It was something I never thought I would be ok with, but since it was Gunnar and I was still coming down from my orgasm, I licked the inside of his mouth and swallowed. I swapped spit with him until I realized he no longer had a towel around his narrow, defined waist, and my legs were instinctively wrapped around it; heels resting on his toned ass and his massive cock was grinding into my softening dick.

He moaned into my mouth, and I returned the moan. He broke the kiss and started kissing my neck, almost biting me, then back up to my mouth, with a groan as his hand reached up and he fist my hair gently but firmly pulling my head back to break our kiss again and he kissed down my chin to my Adam’s apple, then back up where he teased a kiss leaving me without the pleasure and then stuck his tongue out for me and I instinctively sucked on it. I was in heaven; this was a fantasy come true. No, it was better.

He wrapped his arms around my back and up to my shoulders, pulling me into the thrusting of his hips while massaging my shoulders and neck as he kissed in a triangle between my mouth, my neck, and my ear until he eventually broke the pattern and started kissing down my chest. He licked down my abs until he got down to my dick which was again hard. I was expecting him to take me back into his mouth but he skipped my dick, grabbed my legs below the knee and pushed them up towards my head, and the most amazing thing happened. His mouth settled on my ass. He spit on my hole and then used his tongue to smear it into my tight pucker. I moaned and wriggled; the pleasure was something otherworldly.

“Oh shit, Gunnar, don’t stop,” I moaned, my legs on his shoulders and rocking my hips up and down on his tongue. I had heard of getting your ass eaten, I heard it felt good, but the reality of it was mind blowing. I started jerking myself off, riding his tongue and letting him force it into my sphincter, the overwhelming amount of pleasure that came from it was so much I already felt myself getting close to cumming again. I didn’t want to blow my load too soon, I didn’t want any of this to end so I pulled my hand from my cock and spread my legs wide, holding my ankles so he could get his tongue deeper. “Mmmm, fuck,” I whispered.

He moaned into my hole, just adding another sensation to this fantastic experience.

After what seemed like twenty or thirty minutes, he stopped munching on my hole and let me rest, crawling back up and kissing his way back to my mouth. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, I was in a state of bliss that I never saw in porn or on the faces of my friends when they described their first time experiences. This was light years better than I had fantasized it would be.

Gunnar again wrapped his arms around me as our tongues explored each others mouths and Gunnar rubbed his massive cock up and down my body. He let it slip down between my ass cheeks, the head dripping precum all over my crack and my hole. The tip kept gently rubbing my pucker, whispering to it to open up, but Gunnar didn’t push in; he just kept teasing me, driving me insane. I wanted it so bad. I wanted to get my cherry popped by Gunnar. I had fantasized about this so many times, I think I would literally die if he didn’t fuck me tonight.

He started kissing my neck while his dick rubbed my hole and I let out a moan followed by, “Fuck that feels good, I want you to fuck me,” I thought it might have been too burried in my moan but he kissed and nibbled my ear and said, “Are you sure?”

I moaned, “Yeah, I’ve wanted this for so long,” I rocked my hips to slide my ass on his dick.

“You want my dick in you?” He stuck his tongue in my ear.

“Oh God, yes, fuck me,” I groaned.

He sat up, reaching over to the nightstand, and he pulled out some lube. Wasting no time he squirt some onto his big dick and smorthered it. I took a few deep breaths and let him squirt some lube onto my hole, gently fingering it into me. I had fingered myself a few times, but his fingers were considerably bigger than mine, and it stung a little, but quickly became a sensation I loved. He kept alternating which fingers he pushed inside me, but it was so gentle I almost forgot that he was about to fuck me. Until he pulled his fingers out completly and started rubbing his lube slicked dick on my hole.

He kissed me again, nudging his crown into my ass until the lube eases him into my hole. It was so slow, pushing so gently, I almost couldn’t tell he was pushing into my hole until there was a stronger nudge and the head breached my outer ring.

“Oh…holy…ungh,” I grunted, there was an ungodly pain that shot through my anus as my sphincter tigtened around his flared cock head. I pushed against him, trying to push him back, “Wait, shit that hurts,” I groaned.

“You’re ok, just breathe and push out,” he said, not letting up.

“Ungh, fuck man, wait…it’s too big, I don’t think I can handle it,” I wreathed in pain, trying to push a man twice my size and weight off of me.

He dipped his head down and started gnawing on my neck, then my chest, his arms reaching up to my shoulders, gripping me so he could pull me down and slowly impale me on his cock. His hips rocked, and another inch pushed into me.

“Oh fuck,” I felt the wind get knocked out of me, my legs left his hips and spread wider hoping to ease the pain shooting into me. I thought this was supposed to feel good, but it hurt like hell. I grunted and groaned as he continued to sink yet another inch into me. At least half of his cock was in me and it was the most searing intense pain I had ever felt in my life.

His mouth came up and kissed me deep, sensual, loving; there was an intensity that felt so right, something I had wanted for so long. He broke the kiss and whispered, “Jonathan, you’re so tight, your ass is sucking my cock in, you feel that?”

I grunted, “Fuck, man, you’re too big, you gotta pull out,” I winced.

“If I pull out now, it will hurt worse. You need to relax, just breathe and relax,” he whispered and rocked his hips into me, shoving another inch into me.

“Ahh…shhh…fuck,” I hissed and struggled. I pulled his broad, muscular back down, pushing his defined chest into mine. I felt his abs contracting every time he tried to thrust deeper into me.

“Ummm, shouldn’t you be wearing a condom?” I asked.

He kissed me again, “No, babe, you don’t want that on your first time,” he thrust into me again. “You want to feel it, trust me,” he said.

I did trust him, though having unsafe sex with him scared me a bit, I trusted him. “You don’t have…anything right?”

He kissed me again, “No babe, just relax and enjoy my dick in you, you want to feel what it’s like to have a man fuck you, don’t you?”

“Mmm, yeah,” I wrapped my legs around his hips again. He wrapped his arms around me tightly and started thrusting deeper into me. The pain was a little less and his cock was starting to feel good inside me. Knowing he was in me without a condom was turning me on. Knowing he wanted to feel me, wanted to fuck me, was such a turn on.

He kept sensually making love to me, pushing ever so slightly deeper with each thrust, and I was going insane with pleasure. My hands running through his hair, pulling him into my neck as he kissed me and nibbled on the tender skin of my neck. With my legs wrapped around his waist, I could feel his hips pull out before I felt his dick thrust deeper into me and I moaned each time he did it.

“Fuck this feels so good,” I moaned.

“You’re so tight, I love it,” he thrust deeper.

I held on and did my best to relax as he started building up a rhythm. Each push went a little deeper, opening my hole in ways I didn’t know I would enjoy. It took at least ten minutes of humping into me for him to give me one hard thrust and I finally felt his pubes tickling my ass. His hips started smacking against my ass as he really started to fuck me.

“Fuck that feels so good,” I groaned.

He grabbed me tight and rolled us both so he was on his back and I could ride his dick. I did my best to lift a few inches up on his big dick and slammed myself back down. He reached out and started stroking my soft dick back to life, the added pleasure was incredible. I started moaning, deep, gutteral moans as I impaled myself on his cock. The feeling of his head swelling inside me, I felt him from the edge of my hole all the way into my guts. It was better than I imagined. I can’t believe something that started out so painful turned into something so fucking good.

I took over stroking my dick, rocking back and forth on his cock, stirring up an orgasm deep inside me. I no longer was riding his cock to please him but to focus on my own orgasm. He started thrusting up into me, holding my hips, matching my rocking on his cock. “Oh yeah, Jesus, that feels good,” I rode and stroked myself. His cock was hitting something inside me that was quickly bringing my second orgam to the edge. “I’m so close,” I said. His grip on my hips got tighter as his hips slammed into my ass. I rocked to let his cock hit my insides just right as I stroked my cock furiously. I was getting fucked by Gunnar, riding his massive cock and he was about to fuck the cum out of me, my mind was blown. “I”m gonna cum,” I warned.

“Do it,” he said, trying to keep in tuned with my now erratic rhythm as my ass clenched down on his massive tool and my body started spasming around his cock and his relentless thrusting, “Oh fuck,” I gasped as my balls tightened and I shot a rope of cum onto his massive chest. Continueing to rock on his cock I shot my next wad of cum, then the next pooling in his belly button. “Fuck..ungh,” I groaned as the most amazing orgasm shot from my body, my legs shaking, my ass twitching on his cock as I jerked out the last few ropes of cum onto his stomach.

He let me ride out my orgasm and then rolled me onto my back, where he pinned my legs to my shoulders and started hammering my hole. The pleasure was quickly turning into a burning as his cock thrust harder into me. His cock seemed to be swelling to an even bigger size. He held me tighter and grunted and breathed heavily into my neck, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he warned. I didn’t know what to do, but I did know I wanted it.

“Yes, cum for me,” I said, wrapping my legs around his neck tighter, trying to power through the intensity of his thrusting.

“Fuck, ummm,” he said, his body stiffening as he thrust hard into my ass, his cock twitching as he unloaded into my guts. “Mmm, fuck,” he twitched, then kissed me. His cock throbbing inside my hole, the warmth of his load giving my raw hole a soothing relief that I desperately need. “Shit that felt good,” he relaxed on top of me. My cum smeared between us.

I wrapped my arms tighter around him, holding him as the last drops of his load pulsed into me. “That was…amazing,” I whispered, my hands rubbing the back of his neck and running through his hair. Feeling his cock softening inside me was a sensation I never thought I’d feel.

He rested for a few minutes and then rolled off of me, his cock sliding out of me too quickly and leaving me feeling empty. We just cuddled until we both drifted off to sleep.

I woke up around 3 am, the dried cum on my stomach cracking like paint in an itchy way. The heat from Gunnar’s body next to mine was intense. I quietly got up and found my boxers, slipped them on, and snuck out. While that was the most extraordinary night of my life, I was terrified of him waking up in the morning and reacting poorly to finding me in his bed, so I got my bike and rode home. Getting into my bed and falling asleep around 4 am. 

The next morning, I checked my messages and had one from Gunnar: You snuck out? I hope you’re ok. Last night was amazing and I want to fuck you again before you leave for college.

I read and reread it a few times. I even jerked off to the pictures of his dick, knowing he was balls deep in my hole and his cum was 9” deep inside my ass. It took me the better part of the day to respond to him. “I’d like that too.”

The entire thing was incredible, but confusing. We ended up having sex a dozen times before I finally left for college. The last time was so intense I nearly cried from the pleasure.