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  • Getting In From The Rain

    First of all if you’re not legal, don’t read this.

    Below is a story taken from my book Sexploits of Gil Walker – Biker Tales which can be found in Kindle format at Amazon.com. You can do a search of Rob Bass to find these books as well.

    This is part of a series of low cost books titled The Fraternity on Amazon.com that takes you through the life of a guy first name Rob Harris, then Gil Walker beginning with the book Isla Paradiso.

    Accompanying The Fraternity Series is the Sexploits Series due to the fact this guy is a real hound dog.

    If you want to know why he has to change his name or why he’s such a sex crazed stud muffin, you’ll have to read the books.

    Lastly, this story has unsafe sex which is allowed in the fake world. As for you, don’t be stupid.

    Rob Bass

    Getting In out of The Rain

    I hadn’t paid attention to the weather, all part of that tough biker code I guess, more likely I hadn’t been thinking about it and I was paying for it. Right now I was fairly dry tucked underneath an overpass as the deluge pounded down. This was clearly an all nighter and I was in farming country which meant I could find a place a half mile down the road or the nearest place could be forty or fifty miles away. I had a GPS that could have guided me to the nearest motel but it was broke and I knew I wouldn’t need it since my ride was a straight shot. Smooth move, dumbshit.

    I had rain gear, but it was coming down so bad it would be moronic for me on the road. I could drive slow through it, then have a truck barrel up my ass not able to see me so this overpass was going to be my home for awhile. I had stripped off my wet shirt and jacket, but was still in my chaps and jeans which were soggy when a pickup flashed past.

    It was kind of a cool affect since you couldn’t see anything coming and then a truck appears from a wall of rain on one side, barrels past under the dry bridge then disappears through the other wall into the gloomy night.

    About twenty minutes later, another beat up pickup appeared pulling up in front of my bike. I was higher up on the cement slope so I made my way down.

    A big strapping farm boy in a ball cap, jeans and a denim jacket stepped out holding his hand to shake.

    ‘Hi I’m Kyle.’

    ‘Gil.’ ‘I don’t know if you’re aware but it’s going to get worse tonight. There’s also a threat of tornadoes in the area.’

    ‘Crap.’ Which get a smile from the big farm boy.

    ‘If you’re up for it, my step-dad’s farm is a little off the next exit about a mile down the road. Sorry I can’t invite you in the house, but our barn is pretty dry and you and your motorcycle can ride this storm out in there.’

    ‘Wow, that’s more than generous. You sure it’s okay?’ getting a shrug from the big shoulders. To seal the deal, the rain started to let up a bit, which didn’t mean much since it was now only pouring down instead of being a deluge. Kyle told me to follow him giving directions in case we separated and I suited up with my light weight rain gear on top and followed behind going about twenty miles an hour working hard to keep control with all the winds bucking about soon losing the kid, but I certain the dude rocked when I saw his emergencies flashing at the top of the next exit.

    Kyle pulled back out in front and we drove about a mile to a farm where he jumped out opening a barn door so I could ride in with the big boy closing the door behind me blocking the stormy night out It was filled with heavy farm machinery and smaller equipment, tools and other gear to the sides. Pointing out an area about half way in Kyle told me it provided to summer help which consisted of a fairly open space with a raised mattress, table and a bench including a bathroom housing a toilet, sink and the largest prefab shower stall I’ve ever seen.

    ‘I’ll get some food and other stuff you’ll need from the house.’

    I made it clear he didn’t have to since this sure as he’ll beat the overpass, but the stud was all Midwestern hospitality and I admit I was pretty hungry.

    I stripped down since by now I was totally wet finding only a pair of socks and a jock that were dry in my saddlebags. They’re thick leather, but the rain still got in so I hung everything out hoping by morning some of my gear will be dry or at least only moist although damn I hate climbing into soggy gear.

    Using an already moist t shirt to wipe down my bike, I poured out the water which had accumulated at the bottom of any of my bags out hearing an ‘oh shit’ behind me looking back to see Kyle staring in my direction.

    I started to chuckle since I’m sure it had been a sight since I’d been bent over, muscled ass pointed in his direction wearing only the jock and boots. I’m well built and have close to zero percent body fat which means deep trenches between my pecs as well as my abs. But Kyle was seeing a butt bent over with spread legs which meant my pink round rosebud was on display and while I have hairy legs, everything else is fairly hairless especially my ass with a small bit of hair over my big dick.

    ‘Uh, sorry about that Kyle; Was just cleaning up my ride.’ Swallowing and looking a little lost, he regained his composure coming over to show me what he had brought, which were sheets, a towel, a couple of sandwiches he had quickly put together along with a couple of beers and bottles of water.

    ‘This is too much, man let me repay you or something;’ with the stud objecting.

    Some of the sandwiches were for him since he hadn’t eaten, so we made it to the table in the alcove which was going to be my home for the night.

    ‘Sorry hope you don’t mind the jock, it was the only thing dry.’ It was also dirty and stained, the way I like it. I normally commando, occasionally wearing it when I work out to build up some sweat in the fabric, but it has more dried cum and even a little piss staining and stiffening it up. This also happens to be my favorite jock since the waistband is about half way between the swimmers and regular jock, the material is so thin its almost transparent and there’s a few small holes in it and I enjoy walking around some bathhouse as I check out the possibilities.

    Another swallow, ‘Ah, no problem, it is kind of warm in here.’

    Nodding, ‘Hey dude, you want to take anything off, I mean its your barn after all,’ bringing his attention back to my jock, ‘I certainly can’t get on my high horse.’

    Getting a chuckle and another swallow, Kyle decided to at least strip off his jacket and t shirt displaying an incredible body.

    ‘Football?’

    ‘Wrestling. I’ll be a senior in the fall.’ Which set him off on college life, how his team might make it to the finals this year. He was hoping to get into law wanting to practice in a smaller town. ‘I’m not made for the big cities.’

    I grinned thinking of this good looking hunk walking down Halsted Street in Chicago shirtless and on display like he was now. He’d be welcomed with open arms, well on Halsted, arms and open legs as well. We talked some more about the farm, he and his stepdad didn’t get along too well, getting defensive even though I didn’t comment, letting me know it was just the two of them since his mom died five years ago and his step dad did everything for Kyle even paying for college, but was gruff and distant. The area we were in now, his stepdad had set up as a gym for Kyle when he was wrestling in high school. We had polished off the sandwiches, working on our second beer.

    ‘Can I uh, ask you a personal question?’ I nodded.

    ‘Are, uh those natural?’ pointing at my chest. I grinned since he was asking about my nipples. I have big areolas, but what was attracting Kyle were the nubs sticking out from my big round nips. My previous partner had used and abused them often with clamps and suction cups for over a decade making them the fat, puffy bullets they are today.

    In the couple of years I’ve been back in the mansex game I seemed to attract dudes that love to carry on the tradition of abusing them which I enthusiastically encourage. Even a gentle doctor friend who I play with has a crave to lick and chew these suckers, although he’s pretty easy on me, compared to many of the others. My areolas are low and wide slightly curving around the shelf of my pecs giving my nips about a forty-five degree angle downward and being highly sensitive, they’re usually the first thing erect, so Kyle was seeing some fairly hard bullets sticking out right now.

    ‘No,’ answering his question about there being natural.

    Staring, ‘Wow, I mean…’ he swallowed again.

    In a soft voice, ‘Want to touch them?’

    ‘What? I…No…’ but he couldn’t stop staring.

    Finally a hand came up and his thumb rubbed my tip causing me to gasp and jerk my body which had Kyle’s hand pulling back.

    ‘Sorry, they’re sensitive and the hand you used had been holding a cold beer.’

    ‘Oh man, sorry, I didn’t mean….’

    ‘Kyle..dude..’ trying to get his attention which got him finally looking at my face as I cracked into a smile.

    ‘Trust me when I tell you, it didn’t hurt. In fact it felt pretty good. I’ve had dudes work my tits hard enough to make me cum without me even touching myself.’ There it was all on the table, now it was up to Kyle,

    ‘Seriously?’ Returning his gaze back at my chest.

    ‘What do you think?’ His hand come back up first brushing across my chest, then a flick with his thumbnail, which got another jerk from me, but he saw my smile so he stayed on board giving me a light pinch where I did my best to suppress a moan.

    ‘Maaan’ Sliding closer both hands were now rubbing my nubs as I leaned back with my eyes closed. I had a hot three way last night, but the guys spent the night spreading their legs for the big muscle dude in their bed and while I did get some good licks on my body and tits, Kyle’s hands were doing a good number on me. Eyes closed I didn’t realize he was leaning in until a sandpapery tongue took a long lick over my left tit.

    ‘Geezus stud!’ as I reflexedly grabbed the back of his head getting a look up and a grin from the hot man as he dived back down now creating a hard vacuum around my tits. Fuck he’s going to make me cum. Trying to stall him, I pulled his head away from my chest.

    ‘Please tell me this isn’t your first time.’ Kyle laughed moving his body closer. ‘A couple of the other wrestlers and I get together, some of us are gay, a few maybe bi, one or two just want to get off,’ grinning, ‘so no you’re not my first, but damn stud,’ reaching up to give a rough twist on a nub, ‘nobody has anything like these.’

    Kyle dived back down now chewing with his teeth. I was rubbing the back of the stud’s head moaning like crazy. Feeling a hand rub my jock, Kyle came up startled, ‘I thought you said the jock was the only dry thing you had?’

    I looked at him confused,

    ‘It’s soaking wet,’ making made me laugh.

    ‘Probably due to the fact that a hot college stud is chewing on my tits making me leak like crazy.’

    ‘Honestly?’

    I nodded grinning, ‘Taste it if you don’t believe me.’ Kyle smiled as he lunged down licking the fabric pushing me to my back to get easier access as his mouth opened around the head of my rod beneath the fabric hearing a ‘Mmmmmm’ vibrating through my body.

    Coming up with a smirk, ‘Yep tastes like cum to me. Well this sucks.’

    ‘Why’s that?’

    ‘Man I want your tits, now I want your juicy cock too.’

    Laughing I looked at the hot wrestler, ‘As long as its storming out I’m not going anywhere. Show me what you have stud.’

    Kyle got up unbuttoning his pants. He had sneakers on which came off as he yanked his jeans down showing a big, fat juicy piece of prime meat.

    ‘Man that must be a sight in your wrestling singlet.’ He laughed, a little embarrassed. ‘Yeah I sometimes have to wear two jocks, I’m just so fucking horny all the time.’ I stood up coming closer, one thing we haven’t done is kiss and I love doing it especially with a hot man just like what was in front of me. Getting closer I was about three inches from his face rubbing his cheek with my hand.

    ‘So do you usually do with your buddies?’

    ‘Well since I’m one of the few out about liking men I’m normally the bottom.’

    ‘And?’ Kyle shrugged his wide shoulders.

    ‘It’s just sometimes I want….’

    Grinning, ‘a hot piece of ass?’ which earned a smile back, ‘Yeah.’

    ‘I’ll make you a deal stud.’

    Kyle stared in my eyes.

    ‘You can have my ass tonight.’ The stud started licking his lips, thinking even though he thought he knew what the payment was.

    ‘But the price is you can’t cum and run. You have to drop a couple loads in me with that big dick of yours tonight.’ His groan got louder.

    Another swallow, ‘You mean you’re not going to insist….?’

    Laughing I slapped his ass holding on to his sexy beefy butt, ‘You wanna give it to me, I sure as hell won’t complain, but buddy, how we play tonight is up to you.’ Leaning back so he could see me flick my hard nipples, ‘It should be obvious by now pretty much anything goes with me as long as there’s plenty of it.’

    It was now or never, grabbing the back of his head, I moved our faces to about an inch away, letting him come the final inch, which he did as we locked lips getting into a full blown tongue orgy making up for lost time. Our bodies were rubbing against each other and I felt jizz leaking on my belly from the fat pole wedged between us.

    Suddenly pushed away, ‘Dude we have to…’

    Smiling I said, ‘Not quite.’ Dropping to my knees I took his big meat in one swallow.

    ‘Son of a bitch!’ as hands pushed my head down as a powerful shot slammed into the back of my throat quickly followed by heated streams of liquid pouring in my mouth almost incessantly as the stud gave me his cream. Holding his legs they were at first firm, then shaking as he continued firing more rounds down my throat as I heard whimpering above me. Kyle forcibly pulled his shaft out staggering over to the mattress and falling on his back, his arm over his head as his body continued to convulse with a few drops still dribbling out. It was an impressive orgasm by any standard and he tasted pretty damn good as well.

    Coming over I licked his belly which had his final remnants clean lying beside him as his chest heaved.

    ‘Been awhile?’ getting a giggle from the big guy.

    ‘Not counting the hand? Yeah, couldn’t you tell?’ Kyle flopped his arm away like it was an effort so he could look at me.

    ‘Kind of had the suspicion when you collapsed,’ making us both chuckle.

    ‘Come here,’ wrapping my arms around him going in for a kiss. I know he was tasting some of his own jizz which after a moments surprise Kyle dived his tongue in my mouth taking all he could as he rubbed my back.

    ‘Man this is nice;’ Responding to the hugs and kisses between the two of us.

    ‘Don’t get that with your buddies?’

    ‘I have one guy, Bret, who I think would like to, but he freaks every time it looks like more than just sex.’

    ‘Sorry to hear it.’

    ‘Me too. Bret’s a cool guy and I wish we could get more serious, however….’ Kyle pulled up looking at me with an evil grin.

    ‘Yeeees?’

    ‘If I had a boyfriend I wouldn’t have the opportunity to ravage a certain muscle biker sex god.’

    I grinned, ‘Anybody I know?’

    ‘No, but you’ll do for now.’ Which got me good, so I started laughing along with the big stud.

    Kyle was still out of it, so I had him scoot up on the mattress to work over his big body. Kissing was big as I tongued my way down his body now coated in his sweat from the overheated barn which was turning me on big time. I tongued his wet pits, over to his sweaty chest, giving his little nubs a workout although they weren’t anywhere near as sensitive as mine. By the time I made it to his big dick and heavy hanging nuts the college boy was hard again. Damn I love young guys!

    I started to suck when Kyle pulled me off. ‘Not yet, it’s your turn,’

    He used a wrestling move to toss me on my back straddling my body.

    ‘First.’ Scampering off, the stud yanked my jock off and you heard an audible ‘thwap’ as my wet dick slapped against my stomach and I wasn’t sure which of us moaned louder.

    Kyle hopped back over me getting in my face looking like a kid in the candy store.

    ‘Really? Anything goes?’ I chuckled.

    ‘I do have some limits stud, but they’re pretty far out there, so it’s a safe bet hot man that we’ll be able to do anything you want.’ Getting another helpless groan from the wrestler, then a quick grin, he lowered for another hot kiss moving over to do a number on my right armpit licking up my sweat eliciting a helpless groan from me, making the big stud giggle in delight as he rubbed my arms.

    Pulling up, ‘Damn man, do you know how hot these bad boys are to a wrestler?’ Kyle was referring to my Bi’s and Tri’s. At six foot, two hundred, all muscle I wasn’t small by any means, but my arms were out of proportion to the rest of my muscled body where my good friend Rick calls me Popeye due to the massive guns Kyle was now admiring.

    ‘Show me how much a certain wrestler likes them.’ Laughing,

    ‘Flex,’ so I pulled up my forearm pumping my big bi up getting a groan as the stud dive back down to lick and suck on my arm coming in for another kiss.

    Giggling, he pulled back a little, ‘It’s not all about your arms you know,’ I grunted since he had reached down and yanked my nips hard.

    ‘Oh yeah.’

    Seeing a shit eating grin as he headed down, ‘Anything goes he said;’ talking to himself as teeth started nibbling then biting finally bearing down and pulling my nubs to a threshold of pleasure/pain.

    I had no intention of giving the kid the satisfaction of knowing how good that was making me feel, however whimpers kept escaping spurring the stud on. Finally releasing my now swollen, abused nipples, Kyle moved down to lap up the rivers of sweat buried in my abdominal trenches. Normally I have a nice six pak, but a few days of low food consumption like the last couple of days gives me deep trenches in my abs as well as a veritable canyon between my pecs and Kyle was having fun with those especially since it was both sweat and about a gallon of pre-cum which has been leaking out of my piss slit.

    A quick lick of the underside of my tool, he sucked in my low hangers getting another moan pushing my ass up for a long tongue scrap down my perineum as he began an attack on my round, pink rosebud. Kyle was frantic as he would give a long lick over my hole then try to push in with his fleshy spear of a tongue.

    His workover on my tits had been sending shockwaves through my body especially my hole so I opened up to his insistent tongue without too much effort.

    Dropping my ass back to the mattress, Kyle leapt off the bed fumbling with a bag he had brought returning with a small bottle of lube.

    ‘I’m sorry Gil, man I need it now.’

    Grinning, ‘You’re a useless, limp pussy if you don’t give it to me now.’

    Kyle laughed at my trash talk, lubing his large farm boy meat as he walked back over, yanking up my legs to his broad shoulders and shoving his big hard rod in slamming it to the hilt without a moments hesitation.

    Geezus! Maybe it wasn’t the smartest thing to double dare a big stud with that big of a dick, I was thinking as I saw stars.

    ‘You okay?’ I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding,

    ‘Give me a minute stud.’ Staying firmly inside he repositioned my legs to his hips coming down for a kiss.

    ‘I need the break too. Otherwise I’ll be shooting right now if I move. Man it feels like a glove is wrapped around my whole dick.’ Grinning I rolled my back slightly up and down moving my butt on his rod.

    ‘So you’re saying you like this man’s butt?’

    Kyle started to laugh, straightening up on his knees, remaining inside me, still laughing.

    ‘You are fucking outrageous.’

    ‘Give it to me Kyle.’ Grabbing my legs to spread them in a wide V, the stud started to rock back and forth as we both groaned. Throwing his head up with his eyes closed he picked up speed displaying for me his big muscled body coated with sweat as he fucked my ass.

    Enjoying this big farmers meat plowing my hole, I reached down to pull on my nips rubbing them between my thumb and forefinger looking up when I heard another loud groan from the big stud who was now staring at my personal mauling of my bloated stubs.

    Still looking at Kyle, I released one tit slowly moving my hand down to rub my fingers on my sweaty, cum soaked abs finally bringing the soaked hand up to shove a couple fingers in my mouth making it clear to the stud I was licking the tasty junk off getting a louder more helpless groan as his continued pounding my hole which took on a new frenzy.

    Eyes back closed, Kyle started to whimper as his thrusts turned into long, deep drives down my chute where I could feel his dick getting thicker as a final slam down my chute had him almost painfully growling as he shot thick spurts of cream inside me setting me off by first clamping down on his long pole as his eyes flew open and his wrestlers body jerked with renewed orgasm pumping even more juice down my hungry hole.

    Once again after cumming the sex stud crumbled, this time on top of my muscled body, head resting to the side and sucking in deep breaths as I wrapped my legs and arms around his overheated body making sure he doesn’t pull out quite yet.

    Breathing heavy we could feel both our torsos were soaked with sweat as well as the river of jizz I recently emptied out on my chest and stomach.

    Giggling in my ear, ‘You going to release me?’

    ‘You going to give me at least one more load up my ass?’

    Kyle shook with laughter, ‘Man, how fucking old are you? You’re hornier than my college buddies.’

    I laughed, ‘That’s cause they’re all a bunch of wimps;’ which made him laugh even more as he pictured his big strong athlete buddies and wimp probably wasn’t a word he normally would have used to describe any of them.

    I had been transformed by a mystery guy about two years ago on a Caribbean tropical island which gave me this big hard body, killer metabolism and a crazy sex drive. I also went from looking like a mid-forties rather tired dude to this sexy stud now underneath the big college wrestler, looking maybe thirty if that old. I’m certainly not complaining and if you look at my license it will tell you I was born twenty-nine years ago, all part of the ‘belonging to a gay secret organization basic package’ deal that I received with the body.

    Once accepting the promise for my hole to get more of his meat, I unwrapped around the stud and we both got up grabbing some bottled waters he brought over earlier.

    It was really howling outside the building and you could almost imagine a tornado nearby, but it was totally dry although humid and warm here in the barn. I laughed at the noise since deep in our sex I think we were louder inside then what was going on outside which cracked Kyle up too not denying it.

    Kyle sat down on the bench and as I was standing nearby pulled me in between his legs drinking from his water then taking a lick of my heated sticky abdominals.

    ‘Man you taste good.’

    Laughing, ‘Well as long as its tongue and not teeth.’

    ‘Except on those nasty nipples of yours of course.’

    Smiling down, ‘Yeah stud, except those nasty nips;’ Getting a chuckle.

    Kyle stood up for another kiss although this one ended up being a knock down, deep erotic wonder. Kyle looked at me a little helpless and I had a pretty good idea what was gong through his head.

    ‘You’re having play sex with your buddies right now stud. And yeah tonight you’re doing it with somebody who is a little more well traveled. Some day sexy man you’ll have mind blowing sex with a stud and one of them will end up being a life time partner. Don’t worry it will happen.’ ‘Think so?’

    There was a lot of hope in his voice and I decided to be honest with him.

    ‘No guarantees in life dude. But even with what little I’ve seen so far it’s obvious you’re a stand up guy with..’ and I grabbed his big dick, ‘plenty of assets which doesn’t hurt.’

    Getting a grin and a slight hardening in his meat from the farm boy.

    ‘There will be opportunity and yeah, you may have to work through some guys to get it right, but I’m pretty confident it will happen for you some day.’

    Kyle was a good guy, the type if he didn’t find the right one; he’d have legions of friends searching to make it happen.

    ‘And until you do stud, practice, practice….’

    ‘Practice?’

    Grinning, ‘never hurts.’

    ‘Beginning tonight?’

    ‘Continuing tonight. I figure you owe me at least two more loads from that cannon of yours to prove you’re not a wimp;’ Getting a groan from the wrestler which made me laugh.

    ‘You’ll survive.’

    ‘I’m not so sure;’ Which brought us in to another long hard sexy kiss

    I ended up on my hands and knees for another load from his fat long cannon, when afterward Kyle gave me his hot wrestler’s ass.

    Instead of powerfucking the stud, I made love to his butt as well as his body showing him what he could have sometime in the future, holding off bringing him to orgasm making him whimper for half an hour before letting him cum which he did in buckets over the both of us without even touching himself, another first he told me when he was finally ably to put two words together.

    I did get my second load, or by that time fourth in the shower where the dude really did take me up on the ‘anything goes’ pissing up my butt. He kept apologizing until I made out with the hot man making it clear I sure as hell was objecting. Still in the shower stall the big dude sank to his knees and my wrestler slut got watered down by me.

    The winds had let up but the rains were still coming down hard when Kyle headed back to the house while I threw a sheet over the cum stained mattress and dropped down.

     

     

    Startled awake my head was grabbed and a rag put over my face and breathing in I blacked out.

     

    I was wakened by a slap on my cheek and smelling salts under my nose to find my arms were killing me as I processed I was now hanging with my arms and legs spread. Now awake, I could stand up and touch the ground so I did my best to get my footing to take my weight off my arms.

    There was a light overhead lighting me and a small circle around me, but pitch black outside the circle.

    I had noticed an awful lot of hooks and chains around the stall earlier, even the mattress height made me wonder if it had served as a dungeon, but I thought it was just my perverted imagination as well as having been distracted by a big dicked horny college stud.

    ‘What the fuck?’ as a whip cracked across my gut.

    ‘I’ll ask the questions.’

    ‘Then ask them moron so you can let me down from here.’ Another crack from the whip. Damn it hurts, but the fact is I’ve played harder then I’m getting so far.

    ‘Is that your motorcycle?’

    ‘Anybody else in the goddamn barn?’ getting another hit, this one harder. Damn.

    ‘Why are you here?’

    ‘Tornado warnings, torrential rain, hello? What kind of idiot are you?’ That got me three whips in quick succession. Okay maybe the smartass thing wasn’t working too well.

    ‘You just drove right in and I’m warning you…’ getting a whack before I said anything.

    I may have had it harder, however the fact is getting lots of them is cumulative, so the bastard was getting my attention.

    I took a guess who was my attacker, ‘Your stepson Kyle found me huddled in an underpass and let me stay here until the storm passes.’

    A grizzled lean dude came into the circle of light coming about six inches from my face.

    ‘You telling the truth?’

    Keeping my smartass down…’Look at the sheet, towel and food old man. He brought it over. Ask him yourself.’

    He stood there for a second, ‘He’s sleeping right now.’

    Hell yeah, he’s sleeping I just fucked loads of his college cum from him.

    He left the circle coming back with a cat o’nine tails. Uh oh.

    Shoving the hilt in my chin, ‘Did you have sex with my boy?’

    I snorted, ‘Fuck you old man.’ I don’t talk about my sex life normally and I sure as hell wasn’t going to say anything to step dad. I watched the look on his face turn into an evil grin as he ran a calloused hand down my body savagely yanking one of my bloated already sore nips.

    ‘Well you’re not a stranger to discipline are you? But you clearly haven’t learned proper respect.’

    Moving behind me a hand went down my back with a thick finger tracing my crack which made my damn traitor dick plump up a bit.

    His hand disappeared and I got a whip on my ass then as he got into the rhythm of the damn thing I got blows which traced slowly up my back then back down to my ass finally ending.

    Fuck this was rough.

    After a few moments, he came back around slapping my hard dick that was leaking.

    ‘Yes, you’re quite the whore aren’t you?’ sinking down on a nipple chewing and pulling rougher then Kyle had been doing earlier. He pulled off returning to put a weighted nipple clamp on the heavily chewed and suffering nub making me grunt and squirm on the chains.

    My torturer started chewing my other swollen tit when I saw a flash of something at the entrance of the stall shaking my head no. Barely seeing Kyle, I shook my head no again giving him a wink like it was all play. It wasn’t but I didn’t want him involved letting out a loud groan as the second clamp slammed on my tit. Fuck, I wasn’t paying attention.

    More whippings on the back twisting his hand so the strokes were constant with the occasional one a hard stroke, then a return to the front getting my balls and dick slapped then a jiggling of the clamps on my nips as he dropped them getting a another grunt from me.

    ‘Did.you.have.sex.with.my.son.?’ Speaking slowly brushing the whip against my abs which he had been feeling up at the same time.

    ‘If you want to know, eat my ass out old man.’

    He looked angry then speculative. Disappearing, a few seconds later the whip landed on my ass then hands reached down spreading my cheeks and a tongue dived in my hole.

    I had cleaned myself thoroughly when I showered earlier and since my transformation I absorb man cum, but he would still be getting some after affects especially since the stud pissed up my ass, but the guy was taking his time investigating since his tongue had been working my rosebud for some time before he pulled away from my ass. Much longer and I would have been begging him to fuck me any way he wanted to.

    Back in front, he casually played with the clamps as I did my best to avoid making any sounds from the pleasure/pain I was experiencing.

    ‘I couldn’t tell. You could have been fucked.’

    ‘Of course I’ve been fucked. Down the road I made it with a few studs.’

    ‘So you didn’t have sex with my son?’

    I smiled, ‘Taste my dick and see old man.’

    His eyes widened then he groaned, giving me a nasty look as he sank to his knees swallowing my cock. I was beginning to wonder who was normally chained up here as he showed me what a true cocksucker he was.

    After a good while, I commanded, ‘Bitch get up here.’

    He jumped up looking angry whipping my torso every so often catching on the tit clamps and pulling on them which hurt like a son of a bitch.

    ‘Who’s the bitch now?’

    Taking a breath, ‘It doesn’t matter since you are now going to strip and slide back on my pole.’

    I got another eye widening in shock.

    ‘Look at me. I’m the closest you’ll get to your son.

    I’m young, hung and muscles for days. This is your last chance to .ride.my.fucking.pole.’

    Staring at me, letting out an angry growl, he pulled out of the circle and I could tell he was ripping his clothes off as fast as possible, coming back into the circle of light naked, showing a hard body with a good sized dick hard as a rock.

    Another growl and he turned around backing his ass on my shaft taking it all in with one push. Chained up I was still able to buck my hips getting to pound his ass until I was furiously jackhammering his hole as I heard whimpering coming from his bent over frame.

    I came in his ass and kept hammering his begging chute as the loud fucking sounds became squishier as my rod sunk into his cum filled hole. The damn farmer had to know I spooged in his ass yet he wan’t moving as I continued to batter his butt into submission.

    My chute pounding wasn’t doing well on my chained up wrists and ankles, nor my tits which had the weighted clamps swaying and thumping my torso maybe bruising them. Right then, I didn’t care since I was determined this whore daddy was going to get the screwing of a lifetime.

    After a second load, I yanked out ordering him to release me.

    He looked over uncertain, ‘I’ve got another load for your whore ass, but if you want it you’ll let me go so I can fuck you like you deserve.’

    Eyes widened again and a groan as he scrambled to undo my chains.

    ‘On the table.’ As he bent over I shoved it in forcing his back to arch up as I pounded him there, shoving him over to the bench, then the bed finally standing him against a wall hands braced, as I fucked him silly until finally dropping a last load in his ass reaching under feeling a slicked up dick.

    Pulling out sounding angry, ‘Did you cum?’

    ‘Twice.’ I smirked which he couldn’t see in the dark.

    I crashed on the bed falling on my back while he shuffled around taking down the chains and returning all his toys in an inconspicuous box in the corner returning the space back to a normal look if you didn’t notice the overwhelming sex smell permeating the space.

    The center light went out and a flashlight took a long journey up my sweat and cum spattered body.

    ‘I want you gone early morning. The rain is suppose to be over by then.’

    My arm was over my face and I raised it enough to look at him.

    ‘No problem. I appreciate you letting me stay here.’

    I could see a nod in the dim light as he walked away. Bets were the dude would never admit what happened tonight or probably any other night for that matter.

    Three minutes later the mattress moved. I knew who it was, but damn, even I deserved a rest about now.

    ‘Gil, my God are you okay?’

    ‘Are you dressed?’

    ‘What? I uh have pajama bottoms on; I came out when I heard the door slam earlier.’

    ‘Take ’em off.’

    ‘What, are you crazy?’

    ‘Take them off please.’

    ‘Geezus.’ He left the mattress and I heard the sliding of material off his body.

    ‘Now come here.’ Crawling on the bed, he came into an outstretched arm moving his big body on his side against me. Grabbing his head I pulled him down for a long kiss which he first resisted, surrendered to, moaning. I felt a big stiff dick pressing against my leg.

    Releasing the stud, he came off to a couple of inches away from our faces, ‘The answer now is yes I’m okay.’

    Which after taking a second to digest, started Kyle chuckling where he reached over and twisted a nipple.

    ‘Gawddamn!’

    ‘Oops, sorry.’ Although I wasn’t clear he was sincere by the tone of his voice, however between the two of these guys tonight my tits had one of the longest and roughest jobs done on them I’ve ever had. They were very swollen and sore, and fuck he was rubbing them feeling how much bigger they were after the abuse.

    ‘Damn I gotta’ and he dived down for some licks and suction and thank God, light nips still getting growls from me. Fuck they hurt so good as his play worked them over.

    Coming up for air, he went back to looking concerned.

    ‘Did I not tell you anything goes?’ getting a surprised bark of laughter.

    ‘Yes but..’

    ‘Look stud, I can’t tell you how to relate to you step dad after what you’ve seen what happened tonight, but as for me this was another hot night of man sex for me.’

    ‘Really, just like any other night?’ Ah, I hit a sensitive twenty year olds nerve.

    Grinning, ‘Not quite.’ Pulling him in for a long kiss rubbing his hard body.

    ‘Although if you want to make it really special…’

    Kyle looked at me as I spread my legs putting his hand near my hole which had wakened up again thanks to his nipple play.

    ‘Damn man.’ It didn’t stop him though and this time he showed me what he learned from me earlier when I made love to his ass as well as the rest of his body by making love to mine. The hot stud had a bit more to learn, but the big farm boy did a fine job for his first attempt at slow and erotic love making and I came hard that one last time as my athlete dumped his final load in me for the night.

    I didn’t even shower stretching out after the stud came off my body. After he pulled on his bottoms, I got a sweet kiss on the cheek than a hand on my cheek where he had kissed me with a soft, ‘Just so you know, tonight will never be considered ‘just another night’ by me. Thank you stud.’ And Kyle was gone.

    Morning came and there were a couple of muffins on the table and some OJ and I bet it wasn’t Kyle who brought them. I didn’t bother with a shower leaving the sex smell on me, dressing in mostly dry clothes, but the sky was clear so I was hoping the wind would finish drying them as I rode.

    Closing the barn door behind me I glanced over to see Kyle’s dad in the doorway watching me leave.

    Kyle and I had exchanged email addresses and I heard from him about once a month dropping down to a couple times a year.

    He and his step dad never spoke a word about that night; Kyle went on to law school returning back to a nearby small town like he always wanted.

    And as I predicted the town once they found out he was gay, didn’t much care and did what they could to hook him up with the right man which turned out to be a history teacher another town over.

    For some reason although we’ve never saw each other again I’ve turned into Kyle’s ‘Dear Abby’ where he writes to for advice. Last email they were talking about adopting and I told him I had no doubt he’d be a great dad.


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  • Bandit’s Prey

    I.

    Bob Taggert could sense something was different. Neither the dogs that normally patrolled the area near his house nor Marshall Nolan, the ranch foreman, were anywhere to be found. In fact, no vehicles were in sight, not even those of Taggert’s two ranch hands. The only sounds were an occasional braying of cattle, while all else was quiet – too quiet. Still, the lights inside the home glowed just as Bob and his wife had left them.

    ‘Something ain’t right, Marsha.’

    ‘What do you think it is?’

    ‘I dunno, but until I find one of the boys, I ain’t taking any chances.’

    He parked his pickup truck and reached to the gun rack mounted on the rear window. Opening the barrel, he took a box of cartridges from the glove box and inserted two shells, then turned to his wife.

    ‘You stay here ’til I make sure everything’s ok.’

    ‘No, I’m coming with you.’

    ‘Damn it, Marsha, I said stay here.’

    He exited his pickup and slowly approached the house. All was silent, as he gingerly stepped up onto the porch and peeked through a window. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he unlocked the front door, threw it open and stepped inside, but just as he did the muffled scream of his wife came from behind and a devastating blow smashed the felt crown of his Stetson hat. Bob Taggert crashed unconscious to the floor of his front room.

    When he awoke, Taggert found himself laying flat on the floor surrounded by three masked men. They had removed his shirt, unsnapped his jeans and exposed his penis, which one man held in his fist, pumping to keep the organ erect. With his arms pinned to the floor by one man and legs secured by another, Bob struggled to escape while shouting in protest to the black mask manipulating his pecker.

    ‘What the hell are you doing? Let me go, you sons-a-bitches.’

    None of the three answered. Instead, the man stimulating Taggert’s dick pulled a thin strip of leather from his pocket, then wrapped it around Taggert’s testicles. Continuing, he brought the ends and crossed them over the top part near the base of Taggert’s cock, crossed them again on the underside, pulled the leather taut and tied both ends together. The leather encircled penis and testicles to form a cock and ball ring, forcing Taggert’s genitals to remain fully charged with blood.

    ‘God damn it, what do you want, for Christ’s sake?’

    With nothing spoken, the men lifted Taggert to his feet, then manhandled him toward the landing of a stairwell leading to the basement. One walked behind Tagger, wrapping an arm around his throat. The other two secured Taggert’s wrists and arms into wrestling-style, pulled-forward armbars and forced him in the desired direction. Once they reached the landing, Taggert shuddered at what he saw in the basement below. Marshall Nolan, his ranch foreman, was suspended by his wrists from an overhead beam. His eyes were closed and mouth agape. Stripped to his underwear, red splotches and wounds were clearly visible on his chest, belly, back and legs, as he hung helplessly, appearing to be unconscious.

    With the armbar guys leading the way and pulling, the choke-hold man pushed from behind, and they roughly forced Taggert down the stairs to the basement floor. Bob Taggert eyed his other ranch hands, Jason and Lucas, plus three more masked invaders. One of them held a shotgun on the two and another held a knife. Both ranchers were stripped of their shirts, while their unbuttoned pants, as well as their underwear, had been lowered to expose their buttocks. They were forced to lean with hands spread against the wall. Behind them, the three menacing figures stalked with their jeans peeled open and hardened dicks exposed.

    Taggert then was forcibly turned to his right and greeted by his first unmasked invader.

    ‘Hello, Mr. Taggert. Remember me?’

    His heart sank even further, as what he first feared had come to pass. ‘Hurst! You sneaky mother fucker.’

    ‘No, I’ve never done your mother, but your wife was a pretty good lay.’ The joke was painfully true, thanks to a recent four-way — Bob and his wife, Hurst and his, in a casino hotel room. Hurst laughed at his funny, and then scowled, ‘Hang him up, men.’

    Bob Taggert quickly figured things out. Knew he’d been persuaded by his wife into a sexual adventure with an unscrupulous varmint, and apparently, somewhere during their many conversations, either Bob or Marsha Taggert had let down their guard. Said something that prompted these shysters to find and invade his house.

    Hurst’s men led Taggert to a rope that dropped from one of the high-above rafters, at the end of which was tied a noose. They inserted the his head and tightened the knot, then secured his wrists behind his back with another rope, forcing him to stand on his toes to keep from strangling.

    Taggert struggled to speak, ‘Hey, my wife says a lot of things she knows nothing about.’

    ‘Oh, sure, Bob. And I’m just some rube who believes everything he hears. Look around you. In case you couldn’t tell, I’m a professional thief. We prey on husbands whose wives say too much, and yours said plenty.’

    ‘What she says and what’s for real ain’t always the same.’

    ‘So I figured. That’s why we’re here. You can tell us what we need to know, and you can do it the easy way or the hard way. Whichever you prefer.’

    ‘It ain’t here. I don’t keep it on the ranch.’

    ‘Sorry, Bob, I don’t believe you. Guess you’ll have to watch us do our thing.’

    Taggert stood helplessly and waited. The arches of his feet already were sore, but any lowering of his body tightened the noose around his neck, so he continued to prop himself up. He watched the men bring two of his saw horses from the side wall and place them between him and his two ranch hands. With a shotgun still aimed at their heads, Jason and Lucas were forced to strip naked, then made to bend over and straddle the ends of the horses. The blond-haired Lucas cast his eyes to the floor, while Jason turned to look at his boss.

    ‘Don’t worry, Mr. Taggert. We ain’t told ’em nothin’.’

    ‘I know, boys.’

    Each of their ankles were roped to the two vertical legs of the saw horses, followed by their wrists, which were stretched beyond their heads and tied to the top horizontal beams. From Bob’s view, each man’s buttocks faced him about four feet away, while their bodies were bent at angles of 90 degrees. Their legs were spread like an inverted ‘V’ in conjunction with the legs of the saw horses, while their strong backs flared from the extended and stretched position of their arms.

    Bob encouraged them by explaining the deal. ‘It’s my fault they’re here, men. I’m sorry. I got us into this mess and we’ll just have to fight through it.’

    The lead henchman butted in, ‘That’s a touching speech, Bob, but I know those two have nothing we really want. They’re just here for our entertainment. Yours, too, I suppose. Might say you will be their captive audience.’

    ‘You missed your calling, asshole,’ Bob sneered. ‘So fucking funny.’

    Removing their belts, two of the bandits started laying leather across the broad backs of the ranch hands, starting at their deltoids and working downward toward their butt cheeks. Neither victim cried out, but emitted manly grunts and an occasional whimper. Taggert watched the beatings in anger, but his rage was not directed at the hoodlums. No, Bob Taggert was angry with himself – and his wife. It had been less than 24 hours since they had last seen the man responsible for this invasion – this violence against him and his employees.

    Sex had brought this to them. Bob and Marsha Taggert liked to swing with other couples. They had just wrapped up a satisfying four way in the plush room where they had spent the last two evenings – The Pepper Grinder Hotel and Casino in Wendover, Nevada.

    Wendover was just a lonely spot along Interstate 80, until someone decided to put a casino there. Surrounded by the Utah Salt Flats to the east and Nevada desert for endless miles in every other direction, there was no logical reason to put anything there, but somebody did and soon two other companies came and built complexes as well.

    Bob and Marsha loved to visit Wendover – more Marsha than Bob – and would book their favorite room at the Pepper Grinder weeks in advance, even though there was no need for reservations. It was their destination of choice for any special occasion or just to get away, because Marsha loved to play the slots, while Bob enjoyed the comfy beds, good food, saunas, swimming pools and frequent sex parties his constantly-horny wife managed to put together for him. Plus, knowing how his wife liked to gab with strangers, he avoided taking her to Las Vegas or Reno, where too many hustlers and con-artists lurked for easy prey. The Wendover crowd – what little there was of it – was mostly their kind of people, and this allowed Bob to relax when there.

    His first meeting with Everett and Mindy Hurst came at the hotel pool and nearby whirlpools on an open-air rooftop. Pre-arranged by Marsha, the Hursts joined the Taggerts for a swim, then conversation in bubbling and heated water – four in a hot tub. Bob’s screening process was thorough, as Everett and Mindy convincingly posed as vacationers weary of the crowded casinos of Las Vegas and Reno. He was an insurance salesman for The Prudential and she, like Marsha, a housewife. None had kids, because they preferred to party – in the bedroom – and since they were more than attractive enough, that’s where the four of them ended up. Two joy-seekers and two supposed vacationers traded partners to fuck, eat pussy and suck cock in a marathon, six-hour session.

    Making the most of the Taggerts’ two-king-sized-bed suite, the gala ended with some three-on-one body worship, the final recipient being Bob. They stretched him out on one of those big beds, and while Mindy and Marsha took turns riding up and down Bob’s thick pole, Everett and whichever other one was available worked their tongues all over Bob’s compact and strong body, stimulating every sensitive area that could be found.

    It was one of the hottest hook-ups he had ever been involved with and he performed like some sort of super-human stud, keeping his cock fully swollen and firing endless salvos into whatever receptacle happened to be ready to take it. After that, Bob and Marsha slept peacefully, while Everett and Mindy returned to the casino for more slot play – or so they said. Obviously, the Hursts had checked out of the hotel and – armed with whatever information they had finagled out of the naive Marsha – managed to find the Taggert ranch, bringing the entire gang of bandits with them.

    Suddenly, a painful scream jolted Bob from these memories.

    Straining his neck to the left, he saw a cattle prod electrocuting his foreman, Marsh Nolan. The suspended man howled in agony, as the metal touched the middle of his back and forced him to thrust his upper torso forward, where he was greeted by two solid fists pounding into his chest and belly. Taggert winced when he saw what they were doing to his good friend. Nolan’s body twisted and writhed, uselessly trying to avoid the simultaneous assault to both his front and back.

    Oddly, Bob Taggert didn’t think about the ungodly pain being inflicted upon his foreman, but more about the desecration of that beautifully masculine body – one which he had seen up close and personal many times. Wiry and chiseled from hard work on the ranch, now it was being scarred by hideous jolts and bruising punches. And as a further insult, the cattle prod was one of Bob’s own – hand-held, battery powered and capable of delivering up to 60,000 volts of electricity – used by the ranchers in persuading animals to move through chutes or up and down ramps. It was designed to prod 1000 pound livestock – not 180 pound humans. Marshall Nolan was a man, and Taggert could no longer idly watch them torture his friend with that hideous device.

    ‘God damn you, Hurst, stop it. He doesn’t know anything.’

    ‘Of course not. We figured that out long ago. This is for your benefit.’

    ‘Leave him be. Let my men go and work on me.’

    Hurst raised his hand and the torture stopped. ‘Your time will come soon enough.’

    Nolan’s body collapsed and chin dropped onto his chest. Scars of crimson red peppered his handsomely defined shoulders and muscular back. Bob was sickened by the sight of this, as he reflected upon the times he had lovingly scraped his nipples across the solid surface of that man’s back, while driving his penis into the squeezing depths of the same man’s bowels.

    Men get lonely moving cattle from one part of 250,000 acres to another, and since men are purely sexually beings, they have no reservations about taking care of one another next to a warm campfire miles from nowhere. These men held a deeply seeded trust and fondness for one another – a necessity on the open range, where one slip up could result in injury to either men, horses or valuable livestock. Inspired by rolling hills and natural grasslands at the foot of the Calico Mountains, these men strengthened their bonds when darkness fell.

    Every 30 days or so, Bob, Marsh, Lucas and Jason would cull a number of select animals from the herd, then drive them to the feedlot pens built between Nolan’s living quarters and the main ranch house. These cattle drives usually took at least 76 hours to complete, and when the four men were alone at night on the grasslands, Bob would hook up with Marsh and Jason with Lucas.

    This man’s cattle was a prized commodity. Once the selected head were brought to the home feedlots, they would be pampered for the final year of their lives. Only irrigated corn went into their bellies and Taggert beef had a direct pipeline to all the Las Vegas and Reno hotels. In fact, all Bob Taggert needed to do when he had livestock ready for harvesting was to dial his phone, call the packing house and wait for their trailer trucks, which would be sent directly to his ranch within 12 hours. For three generations the Taggert family had run one of the finest cattle operations in the state, and a check arriving from the Gerlach Postal Office would mean pay day for the Taggerts and their hired hands.

    He loved these men and treated them accordingly. They had a top-notch bunkhouse within sight of the main house, plus Bob Taggert paid them in cash, because where they lived banks were hard to come by. Three hours north of Reno, the only town of size anywhere near the ranch was Gerlach and even that was 65 miles away. This is why Bob used the bank only to convert checks into cash and kept plenty of it in a safe at his home.

    As for Marsh Nolan, he rarely went to town even on pay day. He had everything he needed right there on the ranch – his own living quarters with a view of the feedlots, main house and bunkhouse; a Taggert-furnished Chevrolet dual-wheel pickup truck; plus weekend visits from his good pal and hunting companion, Brian Smith. Friends since elementary school, Marsh and Brian grew up near Puff Pucker, Nevada, a spot 90 miles away along the Southern Pacific Railroad line where the only thing of importance was the meat processing plant where Brian Smith was employed.

    Nolan’s boss didn’t care about these overnighters between the two men. As far as he was concerned, they were merely hunting buddies and whatever else they did when the lights went out was none of his business. Marsh Nolan was loyal to him and an essential element to the successful operation of the ranch. Nolan inventoried the cattle, did maintenance on vehicles, equipment and buildings, plus kept the younger Jason and Lucas in line. He was the perfect foreman and whatever benefits Taggert got from him on the cattle drives were just gravy. These men were too proud to let any petty jealousies interfere with or spoil the chemistry amongst them.

    This is why Bob was consumed with both guilt and anger – guilt for putting his men into this situation, anger at the man instigating it. As he scanned up and down the tormented form of Marsh Nolan, he lashed out.

    ‘That’s enough of this, you son of a bitch.’ He hesitated, gasping for air before thrusting his body upwards with aching feet. ‘You came here to deal with me, Hurst – or whatever the hell your name is, so cut them loose and let’s get to it.’

    ‘Ok, Bob, if you insist, let’s do just that. But I will not be releasing your men. You can listen to them scream while we work on you. We’ll see who can scream the loudest.’

    He motioned to his henchmen and the torture of Marsh Nolan was resumed. Meanwhile, the others stopped the whippings of the prisoners tied to the saw horses. Instead, two hard peckers were rammed into two vulnerable ass holes and brutally thrust to the very depths of their rectums. Jason and Lucas groaned from this invasion – not from the pain of it, but from the humiliation of it, the degrading penetration of uninvited cocks. Taggert watched helplessly as the backsides of both men were battered into tenderized meat, and although remorse filled his heart, he also felt proud of his men. They took this violation with manly resolve, never crying out or begging the invaders to stop their brutal assault. Neither Jason nor Lucas would give these scum bags that satisfaction.

    ‘Hey, Bob, your face is turning red,’ Hurst mocked. ‘Do you need some air?’

    Taggert’s pained arches were slowly failing him. Inch by inch gravity pulled him towards the floor, and with each increment of his descent the noose around his neck tightened, restricting his intake of oxygen. With a gurgling gasp, he defied his tormentor.

    ‘Get… fucked… asshole.’

    Hurst approached the struggling man and clamped his fingers around Taggert’s leather-bound and erect cock. ‘Ok, tough guy. Think your hot shit, huh?’

    Taggert closed his eyes and remained silent.

    ‘Yes, you are quite the man – or so you think. Let’s see what you’re really made of.’

    Nausea hit the pit of Bob Taggert’s stomach. It sickened him to think that this slime ball, the very one who less than 24 hours earlier had caressed and coaxed his body to perform for the ladies, would be the same man to unleash a different type of coaxing. He tightened his gut to hold back vomit, and then invited his own torture to begin. ‘Bring it.’

    * * * * *

    II.

    Hurst ordered all punishments to stop and summoned his six henchmen to gather near him. Marsh Nolan was abandoned and left to hang in his suspended agony, while Jason and Lucas, their ass rims raw and red and oozing with unwanted jizm, were left straddled over the saw horses.

    ‘Take him to the bench,’ snarled Hurst. His cronies released Taggert’s neck from the noose and dragged him towards the wall opposite the stairwell. There, eight feet from the wall sat a make-shift work bench. Eight metal file cabinets lined in a row and placed back to back, four against four. Each of the three-drawer cabinets was filled with containers holding nails, screws, nuts and bolts of every size imaginable, plus metal clamps, chains, clips, vises, wires, bonding glues, tapes and any other form of hardware you can think of that might come in handy to maintain the buildings on a cattle ranch.

    Atop the cabinets rested a slab of smoothed wood five feet wide and six feet long, the thickness of which was six inches. Suspended from the ceiling and hanging four feet above the table top, a florescent lamp brightly illuminated the table’s surface. On the wall beyond the work bench table top were shelves built to house electrical tools such as circular saws, jigsaws, battery chargers and sanders, along with hand-held screw drivers, wrenches, hammers and other special tools for whatever jobs might arise.

    Hurst and his men had long ago cleared the table top and turned on the light. Arriving with Taggert, they cut loose his wrist bindings, laid him atop the surface and awaited Hurst’s instructions.

    ‘Strip him.’

    While four held Bob Taggert down, the other two pulled off his boots and socks, then jeans and underwear, leaving him with nothing but the leather strap, which continued to keep his cock and balls fully engorged.

    ‘Tie him up.’

    Four ropes were brought, looped and knotted to each ankle and wrist. Then the other ends were taken to the nearest vertical support beams, wrapped and tied to the base of each one. The spacing of these beams caused Taggert to lay spread eagle on the table. His head hung off one end, his deltoids were at the table’s edge, and the angle of the ropes caused his arms to be pulled downward towards the floor. At the other end, his heels rested flat on the wood surface with his ankles spread four feet apart, same as the distance between his wrists. His body was horizontally stretched taut, while the down-direction of his arms forced a curve in his spine which elevated his chest and flattened his abdomen. Atop his belly, his forced-to-erection penis laid covering the space from his pubes toward his navel — his cockhead about an inch shy of reaching his belly button.

    With his head hanging off the table, Bob Taggert looked to his right and got a side view of Marsh Nolan, still suspended with his chin dropped onto his chest. Nolan’s eyes were closed and breathing labored. As for the boys, they remained quietly straddled over their saw horses, trails of bandit cum oozing down their scrotums and dribbling off their balls to the floor below. With their heads pointed towards the wall, they were mostly unable to see what was happening in the room, but Jason strained his neck to lock eyes with his boss, flashed a smile and resumed resting his head on the horizontal beam.

    Suddenly, Taggert felt a hand on his peter and he lifted his head to see Everett Hurst manhandling him.

    Hurst addressed him sickeningly sweet. ‘Ok, Bob, I’ll give you one last chance. Where’s the money?’

    ‘There ain’t no money here.’

    ‘Liar!’ Hurst’s sweet turned sour. ‘Your wife already told us there is. Where do you keep it?’

    ‘You think I’d tell my wife anything? She’d spend every dime if I gave her the chance. What she’s told and what’s the truth are two different things.’

    ‘Well, the truth is what I want,’ he crushed the hardened cock in his grip, ‘so, spill it.’

    ‘I’ve got nothing to say to you.’

    ‘That will change.’

    He released Taggert’s pecher and barked out another order, ‘I want this thing standing straight up. Fix it.’

    The masked men found the equipment they needed in the cabinet drawers: three chains 12 inches in length, the links of which were a diameter of one-quarter inch; three metal clips; and three four-inch nails. One man attached the hardware. Using the thumb and fingers of one hand, he squeezed the organ to create a gap between its skin and the strip of leather wrapped around the base. He threaded a chain through the leather near the right side of Taggert’s cock, stopping after three links had passed through the strip. Then, he looped and connected the short end to the rest of the chain with a metal clip, hooking two links together. This pattern was repeated and soon three chains were looped around the leather strip – one to the left, one to the right and one to the center underside of the prisoner’s shaft. Once each chain was attached to itself and the leather strip, he held the cock vertically upright in his hand and nodded to another member of the gang.

    Taking the other end of one chain, the second guy stretched links until the chain formed a straight line pointing to Taggert’s right leg, then drove a nail through the final link and into the table’s wooden surface. He moved to the other side of the work bench to repeat the pattern, securing that chain close to their prisoner’s left leg. Now, the center chain was stretched its full length and nailed to the center spot between Bob’s legs, as the first bandit let go Taggert’s penis.

    The desired result was achieved – Bob Taggert’s majestic cock stood tall and firm, pointing directly upwards to the light above him. Forced to erection for nearly an hour, the mighty tool shined with pre-orgasmic ooze, which dribbled from his slit to form a glowing, one-quarter-inch circle around its opening.

    Bob strained his neck and lifted his head. He saw what they’d done to him, his eyes focusing on his pulsating pecker, as it pierced the air in a vertical display of phallic glory. Like his arms and legs, his cock was in bondage, rendered helpless and vulnerable. He flexed his arms and pulled with all his strength in a desperate struggle to break free, which caused his chest to expand and belly to flatten. Every line and curve of his muscular form came to life.

    Hurst mocked him, ‘Oh yes, Mr. Taggert, I can see you are quite the man.’

    The ropes held firm. Bob abandoned his useless attempts to break them, and then he dropped his head and prepared for the worst. Suddenly, he felt fingers surrounding his navel and he again lifted his head and tensed his body.

    ‘You know,’ Hurst continued, ‘I do admire these rock hard abdominals of yours.’ He dug his fingertips into Taggert’s solid surface and kneaded the muscles as though they were a mass of dough. ‘I see them as a challenge, a brick wall to be broken down.’

    Taggert’s stretched abdomen truly was a thing of beauty. Majestically spacious in comparison with his compact chest, his belly was thick and powerful with a deep line running from the middle of his stomach to his navel to his pubes. Curved ridges flared from either side of the line, while a healthy trail of black fur connected his navel to his crotch. His belly button was set a far distance from his pelvis, which created a dramatic chunk of muscular meat between his navel and his throbbing pecker. Taggert again raised his head to witness his torment, while flexing and flattening his abdominals in defense.

    Hurst removed his hand from his prisoner’s belly and stepped to the side wall shelves. ‘Hmm, perhaps these spikes will do the trick.’ He grabbed several of the wooden stakes and set them on the table. ‘What are these? Tent stakes?’

    The victim groaned and dropped his head, refusing to answer Hurst’s sarcastic question. Any fool could plainly see they were indeed stakes made for securing a raised tent.

    These wooden stakes were 12 inches long, with a flat head on one end tapering to a rounded, one-eighth-of-an-inch point at the other. Finding a wooden mallet, Hurst inserted the sharp end from one of the stakes to the long surface of Taggert’s belly midway between his navel and pelvic bone, and then with a devastating blow he brought the mallet down to strike the head of the wooden stake.

    A horrific grunt exploded into the room, as Taggert strained with all his might to withstand his punishment. With repeated blows, the interrogator drove the stake deeper and deeper into Bob’s solid muscle.

    ‘Talk,’ he taunted his victim while continuing to pound the stake home. ‘Where is the money?’

    Nothing but manly groans and grunts came from this powerful man. He clamped shut his eyes and concentrated every thought, every ounce of strength to his beleaguered belly’s defense, but soon felt another spike piercing the pit of his stomach. A second henchman had inserted a second stake, impaling above Taggert’s navel while Hurst continued below.

    ‘Give it up,’ Hurst suggested. ‘You cannot win.’

    Manly, deep throated and breathy exclamations of ‘Ughhh’ and ‘Oonghhh’ rumbled from the depths of his lungs, but Taggert refused to speak.

    With two men on each side of the table, four stakes soon formed a circle around the tortured man’s belly button, as the final two were placed one inch on either side to join the one above and one below. The four men synchronized the striking of their mallets so that one four-pronged impalement after another pulverized Taggert’s belly. Repeatedly, they speared the poor man’s muscles, hammering each stake into him deeper and deeper.

    Each blow brought raspy and ear-piercing gasps from Bob, as the sadistic interrogators ground his abs to hamburger.

    ‘Talk, now, Taggert. Where’s the loot?’

    Bob strained against his bondage, as each rapping echo of wood on wood drove the stakes into him. His arms pulled on the ropes for leverage, helping him to tighten his abdominals, but a sickening nausea raged throughout his middle section and his resolve began to weaken.

    Adding to his misery, each movement made in defending his abdomen brought sharp pains to the base of his immobilized cock, as the leather strap encircling its base was held firm by the chains hammered into the table’s surface. He opened his eyes. Focused on the light above him, refusing to watch them torture his belly, but then a weakened voice coming from his right diverted his attention.

    ‘Hang in there… Bob.’

    He turned to see Marsh Nolan staring at him with a reassuring grin. Purple bruises dotted Nolan’s rib cage, while bloody red scars splotched his back, shoulders and legs. Despite his own agony, Marsh Nolan found the strength to encourage his boss. ‘Don’t give up.’

    After all that his ranch foreman had endured, Taggert wondered how he could possibly allow these thugs to break him. With a newfound defiance spurred by the toughness of Marsh Nolan, he unleashed a verbal challenge to Hurst and his hoodlums. ‘Uughhh, go ahead, you bastards. Is that all you got?’

    Now, the contest was on. Hurst ordered the other henchmen – who had resumed using their own cum as lubrication to fuck the helpless Jason and Lucas – to turn their attention elsewhere. ‘Shut that one up.’

    Marsh Nolan was again tortured with electrocution from behind and fists pounding to his chest and belly, rendering him into a writhing, grunting and contorting slab of meat hanging on its hook. His eyes remained locked with those of Taggert, as the admiration they felt for each other strengthened them to resist their interrogators.

    Taggert looked in amazement at the suspended man. Each punch smashed into his sinewy-muscled body as though he were a boxer’s heavy bag, yet Marsh never begged for mercy or cried out from the pain. His stretched and vulnerable torso tensed to capacity and absorbed these blows as though he felt nothing. Each touch of the cattle prod left behind new splotches of red on his tortured back, but he merely grimaced from the shocks, all the while staring at his motivator, Bob Taggert.

    Nolan was awed by the powerful man stretched atop the table. He absorbed Taggert’s compact, muscular chest as it expanded and rose high into the air, and then he scanned down to the long, flattened belly, inspired to see it withstand each pulverizing spear hammered down into it with devastating effect. Taggert’s arms, legs, chest and abdomen all were flexed to capacity, as Nolan’s hero used every muscle to take his torture like a man.

    Both men smiled, focusing their attention not on their own agony, but on one another’s heroic display of strength and resolve.

    Seeing Nolan’s suffering filled the boss with rage. ‘C’mon, you sons a bitches. Do your worst.’

    Hurst took the challenge and ran with it. ‘Ok, fellas, anywhere between the rib cage and groin. Let him have it.’

    The four men moved the stakes from one area to another, pounding the pointed spears into hardened muscle ten or more times before moving to the next spot and repeating the pattern. All the while, Hurst and his victim continued their verbal contest.

    ‘Talk, or I’ll run you through.’

    ‘Do it, pussy,’ Taggert watched the others torturing his friend, oblivious to his own punishment. ‘You’ll get nothing out of me.’

    Mercifully, Marsh Nolan’s eyes closed and he again lost consciousness. Hurst ordered those men to leave the suspended victim and get back to the boys on their horses. All the while, he and the other three continued to pulverize all areas of Taggert’s belly.

    ‘Talk, damn you.’

    Bob Taggert looked away from Nolan, instead glaring at the light above him — his new point of focus and conentrated resistance. Each piercing blow sent reverberations from the pit of his stomach to the depths of his groin, where his mammoth cock and engorged testicles continued to throb and ooze. It took all he could do to suppress his urge to vomit, so he shifted his thoughts below his gut and to his penis. Raising his head, he gazed past the ever-moving and impaling stakes to admire the strength and beauty of his own organ. He marveled at the shiny syrup coating its bulging crown. He relived all the ecstatic orgasms – those with his wife, those with Marshall Nolan and yes, even those with the two con-artists back in that Wendover hotel room. With an explosive exclamation of anguish, he shouted at the perpetrator of this horrendous assault, ‘Suck my dick, you faggot.’

    Suddenly, everything stopped. Taggert collapsed his head and gasped for air, struggling to replenish his battered belly muscles with oxygen, but before he could even begin to recover, two leather soled shoes with rubber heels were grinding into his abdomen. Bob looked up to see Hurst standing crouched on his middle section.

    ‘Who are you calling faggot?’ he grabbed the suspended light fixture, swung it and held it there so he could stand upright with both shoes grinding into Taggert’s belly. ‘My name is Malcolm Flowers and I ain’t no faggot.’ Flowers viciously jumped up and came down on Taggert’s middle. ‘I am a professional.’ he stomped on his victim’s gut, marching left foot and right foot while spewing his words of self-justification with each step. ‘I… do… what… is… necessary… to achieve… my… goals.’

    Taggert tightened every muscle and watched in amazement, as the face of this raging madman turned beet red.

    He continued stomping, both shoes grinding down into flattened muscle. ‘I am the best in the business. You will be broken. I will have what is mine.’

    Taggert knew he had touched a very sensitive nerve in his interrogator. Finally, Bob had a weapon to use against this slimeball Malcolm Flowers. Never mind that Flowers was again jumping up and down on his belly. Never mind that he was horrificaly stretched and with no way to defend his gut with anything besides his abdominals, Bob had found a way to antagonize his antagonist, and he played it to the hilt.

    He looked up and smiled as though nothing was happening to him. ‘Well, Mr. Flowers,’ he taunted in phrases each time the maniac leapt into the air while grunting each time dress shoes came down, ‘you sure know… ughhh… how to get… ooghhh… a fella off… uughhh. Are you… ummphhh… sure you… ooghhh… ain’t a fag?’

    Malcolm Flowers leapt two more times before realizing he had made a critical error. Not only had he blurted out his actual name, but also allowed his prisoner to find his flaw — his deeply ingrained denial of what he was. Flowers knew he would have to suppress this inner rage and find a way to use it against his opponent. Still standing on Taggert’s tortured belly, he launched a counter-attack.

    ‘So, Mr. Big Man, think you’re some sort of super stud, do you? Ok, I’ve seen you shoot it. Let’s see how long you can hold it. You’ll be begging for a cock sucker before I’m finished with you. Too bad there aren’t any here.’

    He climbed down from the table and put the wheels into motion. ‘You three can take your turns on those two butt-holes at the saw horses.’ He shouted to the others, ‘You three, over here.’

    As the six masked men switched duties, Bob Taggert lay quietly recovering from the belly assault. His head hung off the table with eyes closed, and he sucked in precious oxygen at a rapid pace, relishing in his small victory — and much-needed rest period.

    Flowers motioned one of the men toward him and whispered instructions only his crony could hear, ‘Go upstairs and get all the bottles of rubbing alcohol you can find. Then check on Mindy and that woman while you’re up there.’

    As the masked man climbed the stairs, Flowers scanned the labeled file cabinets until he found what he wanted. He opened the drawer and took out two boxes, then stood and pointed to the wall. ‘Bring that and set it up right there between his legs.’

    Next, he leaned over to get a close-up view of Taggert’s gorgeously throbbing and oozing cock. ‘Bet it wouldn’t take much to get you off, hot shot.’ He placed his fingernail onto the sensitive triangle of Taggert’s flesh just beneath the piss slit, and then cruelly flicked it as though shooting a marble.

    ‘Yow, damn you!’ Taggert’s powerful organ contorted from the attack upon its hyper-hotspot. His scrotum clenched. His pecker leaned toward his belly for a nano-second before the chains and cock ring forced it back to vertical. A fresh supply of blood surged into his cock shaft, and another discharge of pre-orgasmic syrup oozed from his slit. He strained against his ropes. Reared his head and snarled at his tormentor. ‘You’re just a fucked up faggot, Flowers.’

    ‘Must be humiliating for you,’ Flowers kept taunting him. ‘Here you are. Chained and helpless, stripped of everything. Your entire body is at my mercy and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it. I feel bad for you, Bob. I truly do, but you’ll just have to lay there and suffer until you’re ready to talk. That’s how the game is played.’

    ‘We will see, sweetheart. I’ve got a feeling you’ll be sucking my dick before I tell you a damned thing.’

    ‘Yes, Bob, we will see, and I will enjoy seeing just how much you can take.’

    * * * * *

    III.

    The basement went mostly silent, as Flowers waited for the return of his assistant. Even Jason and Lucas made no sounds – only the animalistic grunts of the men fucking them from behind were heard. Taggert used this time to recuperate and wonder what had happened to his wife, Marsha, then he tried to imagine what she possibly could have told these two hoodlums back in Wendover.

    She’d said she met Mindy while playing slots and soon was introduced to Everett, a.k.a. Malcolm Flowers. Obviously, she had told them the general location of the ranch and plenty of other details – at least enough for them to figure out that money was kept here, but only he knew the location of the safe. This comforted him. The future well-being of everyone important in Bob Taggert’s life was now his responsibility, and he promised himself he would never reveal this secret, regardless of what further tortures Flowers might put him through.

    During this recess, Flowers further prepared for the next round of interrogation. From one box, he produced two small alligator clamps, while from another he grabbed two wires. Using a pair of insulation strippers taken from the shelves, he exposed two inches of wire from both ends of each and threaded it through the alligator clips. Then, he ran the other ends to the edge of the table where a battery charger sat in wait, plugged in and ready for use. After threading the wires through the charger’s posts, Flowers waited for the final ingredient.

    ‘Hey, boss,’ the masked errand boy descended the stairs. ‘I found what you wanted.’ He handed Flowers one bottle of isopropyl alcohol. ‘Thought this might come in handy, too.’ He produced a tube of Campho-Phenique ointment, an anitseptic used mostly for insect bites or cold sores.

    Malcom Flowers was pleased. ‘Good work. What is Mindy doing?’

    ‘She’s got that woman tied to a chair in an upstairs bedroom. She put duct tape on her mouth to keep her quiet.’

    ‘Is she watching the drive-up lane?’

    ‘Yeah, she’s got a perfect view and her pistol’s cocked and loaded.’

    With his mind at ease, Flowers was ready to go to work. He leaned over to scrutinize the bulging genitals immobilized by chains and leather. Surrounded by the tightly wound strip, Taggert’s balls were swollen and shimmering with a dark red hue.

    Taggert remained silently resting with his head hanging over the table’s edge, but soon he felt a finger on his right testicle. Flowers’ index finger, and it was wet with a liquid that felt cool and soothing. He raised his head, but was unable to see what was happening. ‘What the hell are you doing?’

    Flowers massaged his victim’s nuts with a light touch, moving in small circles until he covered the surface of both balls and the stretched skin separating them. ‘Never mind, Taggert. You’ll know soon enough.’

    Bob dropped his head, while Flowers upended the bottle of alcohol onto his fingers and slowly rubbed another layer of fluid onto every inch of testicle skin. After a thick coating of the isopropyl was sufficiently applied, he stood upright and waited. Little by little, a warm glow began to consume the swollen and already sensitive orbs.

    Again Taggert raised his head, ‘What is that shit?’

    ‘Feels toasty, doesn’t it?’

    The heat continued to intensify on Taggert’s besieged balls, and as the burning sensation increased, his mighty pecker surged to a new strength. More droplets of pre-orgasmic syrup exited his slit and coated his glorious crown. Then, Bob Taggert recognized the aroma and understood why his testicles burned.

    ‘God damn, my nuts are on fire.’

    ‘That’s right. They’re full of come, too. And that’s where your manly seed is going to stay – trapped inside your balls.’

    As the liquid dried, the burning sensation started to fade, but Flowers leaned over to apply a fresh coat and start the process anew. This time, however, he laid it on thick, continuing to paint on a fresh layer before the previous had dried. Now, the fire on his prisoner’s testicles was a constant, relentless torment of minimal pain and maximum stimulation, steadily increasing with intensity.

    Taggert laid quietly, not wanting the interrogator to know he desperately needed to shoot his load, but the rising temperature on his nuts was making that more and more difficult for him to conceal. Then, he felt a sharp pain in the exact center of his balls, first the right one and then the left, which caused him to strain against the ropes and look to see what they were doing to him.

    This time, Taggert looked past his chest, past his penis and saw the battery charger, then the wires attached to the posts. His eyes followed the wires back to his groin and he knew. They had hooked up his nuts for electrocution.

    He dropped his head. Whispered to himself, ‘Jesus H. Christ.’

    Flowers set the machine to the lowest possible level and sent voltage to his victim’s isopropyl-heated balls. Initially, Taggert tensed from knowing his precious jewels were receiving this shock, but soon he realized it was a mere tingle, an additional stimulation to his already vibrating gonads. This caused another mighty surge from his chained penis, as it stood perfectly vertical in its statue-like bondage.

    ‘All you men join me,’ Flowers snarled. ‘It is time we finish this.’

    Six men surrounded the helpless victim, three on each side of Bob Taggert’s torture table. Flowers whispered instructions to one, then moved towards the head end of the table, stepped over the rope and glared into the inverted eyes of his captive.

    ‘Will you talk?’

    With an ecstatic smile, Taggert smirked, ‘Never, you queer. Nothing you can do will break me.’

    ‘Ok, tough guy, we’ll see.’ He pointed to the charger and calmly ordered, ‘Raise the level by one.’

    An assistant turned the dial to increase voltage, and Taggert’s swollen orbs felt as though besieged by thousands of ants, each one frantically crawling inside and on the surface of his stretched testicle flesh. He writhed in unbridled ecstasy. His dick dramatically contracted with dry heaves, desperately wanting to shoot but lacking the stimulation needed to do so.

    Flowers tried him again. ‘How about now?’

    ‘Never, you homo.’

    ‘Put some ointment to those nuts. See how he likes that.’

    Another henchman took the tube of Campho-Phenique in hand, removed the lid and squeezed gobs of ointment onto Taggert’s tortured balls. Then, he rubbed the medicinal salve onto every inch of skin surrounding the voltage-conducting alligator clamps. Within seconds, the temperature on Taggert’s pulsating gonads rose to a maddening height. This, coupled with the fiery, ant-crawling sensation from the electrical charge nearly drove him insane. Testosterone raged throughout his bloodstream. He writhed in uncontrolled lust, his scrotum clenching as he desperately tried to trigger the ejaculation of his bound penis. Effort useless.

    Although he knew Taggert would never admit it, Flowers could tell progress was being made. Taggert’s face, his contorting body, and animalistic growls with his every exhale confirmed it — torture by denial was slowly but surely breaking Taggert down.

    With verbal taunting, Flowers intensified the pressure. ‘Your dick hurts, doesn’t it?’

    No answer, just gasps and groans, eyelids tightly clenched shut.

    ‘Wish you could shoot, don’t you? Your balls are so full of come they’re about to burst, aren’t they? Want me to get you off?’

    Bob Taggert raised his head and stared at his neglected cock. It pierced the air. A mighty obelisk contracting to shoot what would not come. Turning to his right, Taggert eyed the limp and nearly motionless body of Marsh Nolan, and then beyond him, the battered rectums of both his ranch hands. These were sights he needed to see. His blood boiled. Anger again overtook lust, and he strengthened his resolve to properly answer his interrogator – with defiance, with mockery, for himself, and for his men.

    ‘Do whatever you want, you cocksucker. I can take it or leave it. You wanna suck me off? Go ahead. Whether you do or don’t makes no difference to me. I still ain’t talking.’

    ‘Noble speech,’ Flowers snarked. With a calm and calculated pacing in front of Taggert’s inverted face, Malcolm Flowers summarized the situation. ‘Bob Taggert, you have maintained an erection for well over two hours. We have beaten your belly to a pulp. Filled your testicles with pent-up come, and yet, you still refuse to talk. Therefore, even though I’d hoped it wouldn’t come to this, you leave me no choice.’ Leaning forward so his face was within inches of Taggert’s, he casually instructed his cronies. ‘Gentlemen, prepare his cock for torture.’

    ‘Oh, no,’ Taggert moaned. ‘What are you going to do? You sadistic fuck!’

    They all ignored him and set about their duties.

    Dumping the contents of the box onto the table, each man clamped alligator clips to Taggert’s chained penis. Tiny teeth chomped into his tightened and sensitive skin. Starting at the base of his shaft, they worked their way toward his corona.

    ‘No, no, you wouldn’t… you can’t do this.’

    Paying no mind to Taggert’s pleading, they continued clamping on the alligators. A half dozen. A full dozen, and more to come.

    ‘You fucked up bitch,’ Taggert’s rage shook the rafters. ‘No man would do this to another man.’

    ‘This one would,’ Flowers’ menacing grin answered the argument. ‘Your cock is mine, Bob. I control it. Talk now and I’ll let you shoot.’

    ‘No… never… I can’t…’

    Eighteen alligator clips covered Taggert’s penis. Like moray eels clamped into his flesh and holding on, they dangled horizontally in all directions from just below the rim of his corona to just above the leather-ring binding his base.

    With fiery stimulation still assaulting his nuts, Taggert’s pulsating cock relentlessly contracted to shoot, but only sticky syrup exited his slit. He alternated between looking at his desecrated penis to dropping his head and contorting in uncontrolled ecstasy. Taken to the ultimate heights of pain and pleasure, he cried out in a desperate plea for mercy.

    ‘Stop torturing me. Let me shoot.’

    ‘Talk first. Then you can shoot.’

    ‘God damn you. Finish me, now.’

    ‘You are in no position to give me orders. What happened to the big stud I knew? Not so tough now, are you?’

    Taggert was nearly driven insane by these conflicting emotions of pain and pleasure. Despite the unholy pinching of the alligator clamps, his amazing tool remained cocked and loaded, primed to fire its missiles of come, but the final stimulation would not be granted to him – not until he gave up his secret. How much more could he take? How much more would he be forced to take?

    ‘God damn, I’m gonna explode. You’ve gotta get me off.’

    ‘Ha! Fat chance.’

    Flowers left his victim to writhe in denied agony, stepped to the side of the table and grabbed a clamp. He attached it to Taggert’s vulnerably stretched left nipple, which caused the agonized man to raise his head and flex his mighty chest. He looked at the evil teeth biting into his sensitive and erect titty tip, and then he cursed his interrogator. ‘You sick fuck! I’m gonna kill you… you hear me? You rotten piece of shit. I will fucking rip off your worthless weenie and cram it down your throat!’

    Unaffected, Flowers squeezed the tube of ointment, gobbed his finger and applied a layer of Campho-Phenique to Taggert’s right nipple.

    ‘You sadistic turd! Not my tits… Please!’

    ‘Don’t worry. They’ll get used to it.’

    The warm, then hot medicine started taking effect, and as it did, Bob Taggert experienced sensations never before known to him. It was as though the raging fire had penetrated the tip of his nipple and entered his bloodstream. With Flowers applying one layer after another, the bound man suddenly felt as though he was everything the interrogator had mockingly named him – tough guy; big man; hot shit; super stud – Bob Taggert sensed himself to be all of these things and more. He arched his back and thrust his nipples high into the air, inviting – even begging for more of this maddening stimulation. He had become some sort of super-charged male animal – the manliest man ever born, so he flexed his muscles, sucked in his belly and postured in a dramatic display of masculine lust.

    Reaching across Taggert’s chest with his right hand, Flowers took the clamp between finger and thumb and delicately twisted back and forth to further stimulate his prisoner’s left nipple. He coaxed in a soft and loving voice, ‘You are one hell of a man, Bob. Why don’t you talk so I can get you off? You know you want to.’

    Anguish consumed Taggert’s face. His tormentor was driving him to an ecstatic insanity. Never before had he felt so powerful, so virile and masculine.

    Intensifying the pressure, Flowers continued the nipple punishments and verbal persuasions, ‘Look at your body, so strong, yet so helpless. Only I can help you. Only I can give you what you must have. Tell me.’

    Taggert craned his neck. Gazed down the length of his chest and belly to his tortured penis. The entire crown was coated with a sugary frosting of dried and fresh pre-come, while the massively thick and powerful shaft majestically contorted and caused the brutal, but stimulating clamps to wiggle up and down, and side to side.

    ‘Why are you doing this to yourself?’ Flowers taunted. ‘Can’t you see your magnificent organ? How can you deny giving in to what it wants? All it asks is that you end its suffering. Let your pecker shoot its manly seed, Bob. Why do you refuse your glorious cock this pleasure?’

    Taggert was lost in the utopian ecstasy perpetrated upon him. ‘Please, finish me. Let me shoot.’

    ‘You know I cannot do that. It is entirely up to you. Your choice is simple. Give me the information and shoot, or hold your tongue and suffer.’

    ‘No… don’t make me… please… let me…’

    Taggert collapsed his head in anguish, while Flowers took his victim even further into this maddening torture of denial. He left the man’s nipples and motioned to his henchmen with a calm tone, ‘In between the toes.’

    As the voltage stirred Taggert’s nuts and clamps pinched his cock and nipple, more teeth were placed on the delicate skin between the tortured man’s toes, then onto the soles of his feet. The initial pain quickly subsided, as his nerves became numbed, which left behind new sensations of incredible, testosterone-raging masculinity. Bob Taggert writhed and flexed, striking the pose of a manly hero. He curled back his toes and invited more clamps onto the soles of his feet, which the tormentors kindly provided.

    Flowers returned to apply another layer of heat to Taggert’s nipple. ‘What kind of man are you? No man can take this, not even a he-man like you. God damn, Bob, what are you waiting for?’

    ‘No more, please…’

    ‘Why won’t you give me what I want? If you do, I’ll give you what you want.’

    ‘I… can’t… please don’t make me.’

    With one final alligator, Malcolm Flowers pushed this poor man to the brink. The thumb and fingers of his left hand opened Bob’s stretched navel and the teeth of another clamp bit into the knot of Taggert’s belly button. Immediately, reverberations rippled from his navel to his scrotum, causing Taggert to suck in his middle section, raise his head and cry out with a pitiful pleading. ‘Oh, my god… I can’t take anymore. Finish me… Please, Mr. Flowers…’

    ‘Now will you talk?’

    ‘Yes… please… I’m begging you… Finish me and I’ll…’

    ‘You will tell me about the money?’

    ‘Please… get me off… then I’ll tell you.’

    ‘No, no, I am sorry. First you talk. Then you get off.’

    ‘Oh, god… I can’t take it… I gotta shoot now… Please, Mr. Flowers.’

    ‘I cannot help you. I am sorry.’

    ‘No!’

    Another coating of Campho was plastered onto Taggert’s nipple, as Flowers hovered near the man’s anguished face. ‘C’mon, Bob, let me finish you.’

    The heat drove him wild with lust, pushing him closer to madness. He thrust his mighty chest high into the air and gazed at his horrendously tortured nipples — clamp on one, Campho on the other — and he ranted like a lunatic. ‘Geezus H. Christ… I… I can’t… Aw, damn it to hell.’ He gasped. He groaned. ‘Ok…’ he nearly cracked. ‘Ok, I’ll…’ He wavered. ‘No… I…’

    Flowers twisted the nipple clamp, pushing his hapless victim closer and closer to his breaking point. ‘Well?’

    Taggert violently turned his head side to side with one final and desperate attempt to keep his secret, but he was done for. ‘It’s… it’s under…’

    Just then, his eyes happened to lock with those of Marshall Nolan, whose lips moved to form three magical words: I love you.

    He closed his eyes, envisioned a night by the campfire, and dreamily put his cock into Marshall’s inviting ass. Bob’s brain left the table, as he thrust his aching cock into the depths of Marsh Nolan’s bosom again and again.

    Eureka! His fantasy worked. Orgasm! A volcanic eruption spewed his heavenly seed straight up into the air. That tough-ass, super-stud sonuvagun had come! The first volley struck the overhead lamp, Bob’s semen sizzling on its fluorescent tube like a fanfare of victory. Successive spurts jettisoned vertically skyward, dotting his belly and thighs upon their return. The follow-through ejaculations flowed like creamy white lava, encasing his glorious mushroom crown and cascading downward amongst the torturous alligator clamps.

    Flowers and his henchman stood in awe of this spectacle. Couldn’t believe their eyes. Jaws dropped. Heads turned in disbelief.

    Mind over matter – Bob Taggert had once again thwarted these invaders, these hoodlums, these rotten turds, which caused the lead bandit to clasp both hands to his head and shout in horror, ‘You god damn son of a bitch! No man can do that. What kind of man are you?’

    ‘HA!’ Bob Taggert basked in his glory. ‘I’m the man who will fuck you in the ass every time, faggot. You can’t defeat me. Don’t you get it? Go ahead, bitch. What else have you got?’

    Consumed with rage, Malcolm Flowers unleashed a furious assault of fists upon Taggert’s stretched and exposed gut. One blow after another rained down, combined with the rantings of a madman, ‘You… will… talk,’ he growled between punches. ‘No… man… can do this to me. I… will… beat… on… you… ’til… you…’

    Suddenly, the air was pierced by an even angrier, whiny-bitchy voice that echoed from above. ‘Everett, what on earth is taking so long? I’m getting bored up here.’

    Flowers turned to see his partner in crime on the stairwell landing. ‘God damn you, Mindy. Get your ass back up to that room.’

    ‘I should’ve known you couldn’t break him. He’s more man than you’ll ever be.’

    ‘You fucking whore. He was about to talk before you interrupted me. Now get back where you belong and take care of your own job.’

    ‘All right, all right. Why don’t you do yours? You wuss.’

    As she turned to leave, a loud pop rang out. Mindy stood motionless for a few seconds, then turned towards the stairs. Malcolm Flowers and his six masked henchmen silently observed a red dot centered on her forehead and a glassy blankness in her eyes. She fell forward. Tumbled down the stairs. Somersaulted twice, landing with a thud face-up on the concrete floor, particles of brain and a flow of blood pooling from beneath her head.

    Then, in rapid-fire succession, six more shots rang out. Six bullets for six skulls, and six masked men fell dead where they stood.

    ‘Don’t move, mister,’ the shooter stepped from the doorway, presened himself on the landing with his rifle aimed at Flowers. ‘Put your hands up.’

    Malcolm Flowers did as ordered.

    ‘I’ve got him, Marsha,’ the rifleman instructed. ‘Get that shit off of your husband.’

    She streaked through the doorway, past the rifleman and down the stairs for her husband, lifting and cradling Taggert’s head in her hands. ‘Oh, my god, Bob, what have they done to you?’

    Bob’s concern was elsewhere. ‘Go help Marsh. You gotta get him down. He’s in a bad way.’

    Another order for Flowers came from the shooter, ‘Mister, unplug that machine.’

    Flowers pulled the plug, then put his hands back up.

    ‘Now, get over here and let that man down,’ his rifle’s barrel pointed at Marsh Nolan. ‘And I mean you better do it nice and slow,’ both hands trained the rifle on Flowers. ‘I don’t know what the hell you’ve done to him, but there’s gonna be a price to pay.’

    Taggert looked to his wife with longing eyes. ‘Honey, see if you can set the boys free. Then they can help you with the rest of it. Get the pocket knife out of my jeans. They’re on the floor over there past the table.’

    Soon, Jason and Lucas cradled Marsh Nolan in their arms and gently laid him on the floor.

    ‘All right, mister,’ the shooter’s rifle followed Malcom Flower’s every movement. ‘Now lock your hands behind your head and stay right there. Try to get cute and I’ll blast ya.’

    Jason addressed the gunman, ‘Damn, Brian, are we ever glad to see you.’

    ‘Is Marsh gonna be ok?’

    ‘I dunno. They shocked him pretty good. Probably ought to get him to Gerlach soon as we can.’

    Nolan laid quiet with his head in the arms of Jason. Groggily, he opened his eyes and mumbled to the young man, ‘What happened?’

    ‘Brian’s here. Come to save us all.’

    ‘Marsh, you ok?’

    Marshall looked up to the landing and saw his sharp-shooter hunting buddy. ‘Yeah, Brian. I think so. Let me rest awhile.’

    ‘Lucas, run upstairs and get him some water.’

    After his wrists and ankles were cut free, Taggert helped his wife remove the hideous clamps from his body, then she delicately cut the leather strip binding his cock and balls. Finally, after many hours, blood was released and allowed to flow into his bloodstream. Even so, his tortured genitals remained partially swollen from his horrendous ordeal.

    Marsha Taggert did not ask her husband what all had happened to him on that table, and he wasn’t offering to discuss it. Instead, Bob shouted up to the man who’d ended it all.

    ‘Hey, Brian, how’d you know there was trouble?’

    ‘Phone call,’ Brian answered with rifle still trained on Malcolm Flowers. ‘I was in Reno playing poker at the Cal-Neva and my cell went off for one ring. I saw your number and called, but got a busy.’

    Lucas returned with wet cloths and a glass of water, then both boys comforted the still weakened Marshall Nolan.

    Bob was puzzled about the phone call, ‘Brian, I didn’t call you.’

    ‘I did,’ Marsha piped in. ‘I saw them hit you on the head and I screamed. Started to rush into the house, but thought I better call Brian’s number first. Figured he could help me, rather than me getting myself knocked on the head, too, but that bitch Mindy opened the truck’s door and shoved a pistol in my face, so I just dropped the phone.’

    As both Taggerts removed the final alligator clamps, Bob jumped off the table, forgetting about his tortured genitals. ‘Oh, god damn that’s sore.’ He quickly resumed sitting on the edge of his work bench. ‘Bastards put my cock through the ringer. Nuts, too. Give me one of those rags so I can clean off my come.’

    Marsha leaned in close to inspect the damage, then ran up the stairs to retrieve ice packs for his swollen penis and testicles. Bound for nearly three hours, a purple and red-lined indentation dramatized the lingering effects of where a tight leather strap had stricken him.

    Brian Smith continued his story. ‘After thirty minutes of trying, I got a bad feeling in my gut, so I headed over here to Marsh’s place. Come in the back way like I always do, then I knew something was wrong when he wasn’t there and his truck was. That’s when I saw the dogs. Sons-a-bitches killed every one of ’em.’

    With the repeating rifle pointed directly at Flowers’ head, Brian asked about the lone survivor. ‘So, who is this piece of shit?’

    ‘Just a thief. Nothing more.’

    ‘You wanna shoot him or should I?’

    ‘Nah, we’ll call the sheriff. Malcolm Flowers will be a nice piece of ass for the inmates over in Carson City. Lucas, get up there and make the call.’

    Brian spoke to Jason, ‘Hey, let’s chain this Flowers fella up. I’m tired of pointing my gun at him.’

    Soon, the hoodlum’s wrists were cuffed and he was hanging exactly where Marsh Nolan had been strung up. After safely lowering his weapon, Brian flew down the stairs. He inspected the scarred backside of his pal, Marshall, and then helped him to his feet. ‘Can you walk?’

    ‘Sure. Let me lean on you.’

    ‘Used a cattle prod, did they?’

    Jason picked up the device and held it for all to see. ‘Fuck an A right.’ He waved the prod in the face of Malcolm Flowers. ‘Now it’s your turn, you dirty sonuvabitch.’

    ‘Don’t do it, Jason,’ Bob shouted. ‘We ain’t like that.

    ‘Aw, c’mon, Mr. Taggert. After all he did to you and Marsh? He deserves at least one jolt.’

    ‘No, son. Let the law handle it. Otherwise, we ain’t no better than him.’

    Lowering the prod, Jason sneered at Flowers. ‘Lucky for you my boss is a civilized man.’

    Brian had helped Marshall over to the table and lifted him up so he could sit next to Bob.

    ‘I wanna thank you,’ Bob extended his hand for a shake with Brian. ‘That was some fancy shootin’.’

    ‘Like ducks in a pond,’ he chuckled, as Marsha returned with ice to comfort her husband. ‘Here’s the real hero,’ Brian explained while wrapping his arm around her for a quick squeeze. ‘Marsha untied her ropes while that woman, what was her name?’

    ‘Mindy,’ answered Marsha as she tended to her husband.

    ‘Yeah, when Mindy came down here, Marsha got herself loose and out of the house.’

    ‘I was already loose when Mindy said she was going to raid the fridge. I sneaked down and was heading for the truck to get my cell phone.’

    ‘I saw Marsha and got her attention,’ Brian explained. ‘Your clever wife hatched a plan and led me to the basement. By the way, Bob, that was Marsha who shot Mindy. Got her own pistol out of the truck to do it with, too. Talk about fancy shootin’, I’ve got nothing on Marsha. Bull’s eye! Right between the eyes.’

    Bob was impressed. ‘Wow, honey, you did that?’

    ‘I couldn’t wait to blow her brains out. Bitch took advantage of me.’

    ‘Man, you’ve been practicing. Guess your quick thinking to dial Brian’s number is what really saved us.’

    He watched his adoring wife tend to his damaged penis and testicles with a newfound respect for her. Despite her foolish gab at the Wendover Hotel which brought Malcolm Flowers and gang to the Taggert Ranch, Marsha had more than redeemed herself. When the pressure was on, Marsha Taggert was a quick-thinking, sharp-shooting dynamo who would do just about anything for her man – or to be more precise, her men. Combining this with her 24 hour a day horny libido, top-notch cooking and efficient homemaking skills, Bob Taggert suddenly felt like he was the luckiest man on the face of the earth.

    The county sheriff had no problem with the frontier justice that produced seven dead thieves and one more prisoner for the Nevada penal system. Brian Smith quit his job at the meat packing plant and joined his buddies on the ranch. It seems that seeing the most important person in his life hanging there all bloodied and bruised gave him a newfound appreciation for life itself. He’d nearly lost Marsh Nolan and wasn’t about to let the man out of his sights again. Brian and Marsh put up new living quarters designed to their liking, then helped Jason and Lucas do the same.

    To show his gratitude for their loyalty to him, Bob Taggert made the four men and his wife full partners in the ranch. No longer employees, each partner worked their ass off to make certain it remained one of the most profitable operations in the state of Nevada.

    Of course, Jason and Lucas were itching with curiosity for weeks regarding where the money was kept. Ever since hearing Bob come within one word of revealing the hiding place, they had been building up their courage to ask him all about it.

    Jason took the lead, ‘Bob, I heard you say, ‘It’s under’ and then that Flowers guy started screaming his head off.’

    Taggert let out a hardy laugh, ‘Hell, boys, that’s the best part. It’s under one of those file cabinets.’

    ‘You’re shittin’ me.’

    ‘Nope. Pull out a lower drawer and you’ll see a trap door in the concrete floor. That’s where the safe is.’

    ‘Right under his nose the whole time.’

    ‘Yep. Bet if he knew that he’d shit his pants.’

    Lucas piped in, ‘I’ll bet he’s had his shit stirred plenty of times over in Carson City.’

    Bob Taggert reflected on this, then gave the bandit just a bit of credit. ‘Tell you what, fellas, Flowers was a low-down, conniving piece of horse manure, but he had me fired up pretty damn good. Sure as hell knows how to push all the right buttons, so I figure he’s making somebody pretty happy in that prison cell.’

    Naturally, neither Jason nor Lucas could keep this secret for long and soon Marsh Nolan heard all about the location of the safe, which instigated another conversation with Taggert.

    ‘Think our money’d be better in Gerlach, Bob?’

    ‘We got nothing to worry about.’

    ‘Yeah, but what if that guy starts telling some of his prison buddies about…’

    ‘I fixed it,’ Bob jumped in. ‘Now, it’s hot wired. Anybody besides me touches that combination dial and they’ll be fried to a crisp. If it ever happens again, I’ll just lead ’em right to it and say, ‘Oh, please mister, don’t take our money.’ Then I’ll watch ’em sizzle.’

    Marsh seemed satisfied with this extra precaution, but the discussion of the topic gave Bob Taggert a brilliant idea, which he first discussed with Marsha, then with the four men. As a final act of defiance, he would voluntarily revisit that basement work bench and allow them to tie him up just as he had been. Instead of clamps and electricity, five mouths and ten hands would stimulate that masculine body to make him feel just like the man he was during his insane torture session. In return, his amazing penis and cum-producing nuts would properly service whoever was first to lose control and claim it.

    Those work-bench get-togethers soon became an end-of-the-week reason for family time, and everybody got their chance.

    ‘Who’s turn is it tonight?’ Bob would ask as Friday night’s supper came to an end.

    ‘Tonight is Jason, if he’s up for it.’

    ‘Are you up for it, Jason?’

    ‘Yes-sir, Mr. Taggert! And tomorrow night, it’ll be Marsha.’

    Equal-opportunity orgies, that was the Taggert Ranch credo. No man, no woman neglected. Each in rotation got their body ecstatically worshiped upon the altar atop the file cabinets that concealed their fortunes.

    And just to cure Marsha’s occasional itch, Bob contracted with an amusement company to set up five slot machines with all the bells and whistles at one end of the basement. Whatever she lost came out of her pocket and whatever she won came out of the ranchers’ fund. No more trips to Wendover were necessary, because anything those folks could ever need or want was right there at the Taggert Cattle Ranch and basement play room.


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  • Black Daddy Domination

    Scott Clair hated his whiteness. He wasn’t able to articulate it exactly in that way; he claimed to be coming to terms with his submissive nature and his overwhelming desire to serve the Black race. Had he been a bit more self-aware, a bit more introspective, he could have accurately described his self-hatred as stemming from his inherent need to feel superior. Whiteness was his disease, magnified by a Napoleonic complex of huge proportions given his height of 5’1′. He suffered from narcissism extraordinaire. In his delusional mind, the universe owed him an apology for his height and he compensated for it by singing ‘Woe is me,’ every chance he got– the 12′ extended, remix, house music version. Lying was his first nature, he could construct a tale of deceit without so much as the blink of an eye, all to make himself seem more important or to perpetuate an image of his false sense of superiority. He treated people as objects to use and didn’t give a damn who was hurt, used, or annoyed in the process. He felt he was the sun, the chosen son, around whom all the world had an obligation to rotate.

    He began feeling uncomfortable with his identity, with his whiteness, with the advent of interracial porn. Initially, he was outraged and angered by Black men and their enormous cocks fucking white women. He would watch in disgust at the videos of men endowed with equipment that made his tiny penis look infantile in comparison and seethe in anger, proclaiming how he hated Black men for being lazy, ignorant, criminal, and nothing more than savages. Of course, all that internal dialogue was drowned out while he was masturbating furiously for hours on end to image after image of white women screaming in pleasure and pain while having the sex of their lives with Black men. He would go to Black blogs and forums and protest that size didn’t matter and Black men did not, in fact, have bigger cocks, that it was all just a myth. He took pleasure in his anonymous rants of degrading Black men for being bad fathers, for all being illiterate rappers, and he always seemed to find a way to espouse racist, hateful beliefs that made white men seem inherently and naturally superior. Immediately after taunting anyone and everyone who expressed even the slightest outrage, disbelief, or anger at his psychotic rants, he would log on to one of the numerous pay sites he subscribed to and download videos of white women being fucked by Black men in every orifice so he could jerk off.

    In phase two of his awakening, he had a grand epiphany whereby he decided he was sensitive to the Black race. He became a self-proclaimed, liberal, reformed racist who insisted that he was atoning for the sins of all white men, past and present, and righting the wrongs of slavery by being submissive to Black women. His motives might have been pure except for the fact that he wasn’t even capable of seeing Black women as human beings but merely things to satisfy his perversions. He watched BET, he listened to Black talk radio, and he rented every Black movie ever made so he could claim expertise on Blackness. In his submission, he would get off on the idea of black women using him, making fun of his small appendage, slapping him around, maybe even fucking him with a strapon and going home to his white world where he never interacted with another Black person. His sexuality was compartmentalized. For a few hours a month, if he was lucky, a few hours a week, he could take off his white privilege, leave it at the door, and role-play to his heart’s content that he was a slave to a Black woman. When it was over, he could go home and feel absolved of his white guilt and assured that he was free of all inklings of white supremacy and racist beliefs.

    In reality, he used Black women like life-like toys. He used the threat of giving them money to fuck with them. He would promise them large amounts of money and then, for no reason whatsoever, he would rescind the offer with the hopes that the women would be irate and that they would in turn then beg and plead for the money in order for him to feel powerful and in control of their lives. He would demand that they fulfill his fantasies, in exactly the way he saw fit; he thought nothing of calling on them at obscene hours of the day or night whenever he wanted to live out his submissive fantasies, stalking them, completely disrespecting their time and lives. The fact that he erroneously viewed his fetish as being submissive is what allowed him to believe that he was pardoned of his responsibility of being a total and complete asshole who wanted what he wanted, when he wanted, how he wanted, without regard, respect, or reverence to anyone else.

    His fascination with the Black female body was colored by his hatred of the Black male one. The more a woman looked like a man, the more he was obsessed with being the ‘victim’ of her abuse. If she was pumped up on steroids and bulging with muscles everywhere, if her facial features were masculine, if she wore her hair short and natural or if she was transgendered and sporting a big ole, juicy, fat cock, he would make that woman the center of his lust to the extent it would become a maniacal obsession. He would spend endless hours, furiously masturbating, thinking about being pulverized by these she-men, beaten to a bloody pulp, raped against his will, and had no reason to associate his desires with his hatred of the Black male.

    It was, in fact, his hatred of the Black male, his odious and undeniable jealousy at his strength, power, and unquestionable masculinity, all things Scott dangerously lacked, which motivated his fantasies. He wanted to destroy the Black man, to castrate him, but short of being able to do that, he could covet these women who were essentially men and feel secure in knowing that he was dominating them passively with his threats of giving and withholding money. In truth, he was worshipping the black male, just minus the penis. Many a night, he would sit at his computer, nipple clamps in place, a black butt plug firmly in place stretching his anus, stroking his small cock with his thumb and forefinger, fantasizing about taking on Mike Tyson, Kimbo Slice, or some other black boxing champion and veritably kicking their ass. He was too stupid to even acknowledge or realize that his fantasies were sexual in nature, that he was jerking off to these images because they aroused him; he could only focus on the adrenaline he felt when he imagined himself victorious over these bastions of Black masculinity. His warped, delusional mind could only comprehend that he viewed the Black male body, the muscular black male body, as his enemy.

    Simultaneously, he dreamt of being a Black man. Being transformed to a Black male body, in his warped mind, would mean women, both white and black, would throw themselves at his feet, that he could fuck whomever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Never, not once did he consider that being a Black man carried more burdens and responsibilities than just standing around on the basketball court waiting for some white woman to get lost in the hood. In his mind, being a Black man was about athleticism, sexuality, and masculinity.

    It was indeed a Black man who masterminded phase three of his evolution. Having ‘graduated’ from serving masculine Black women, and compelled by his deviant urges and conflicted emotions, Scott moved on to the worship of the mythical big black cock. He became obsessed with it, all the power it represented and he CRAVED to be degraded and humiliated by Black men with nothing less than 8 inches or more of man meat. His need to be submissive to Black men became obsessive, traveling to adult book stores, bath houses, and gay bars in search of the biggest, blackest cock he could find. The men the cocks were attached to were inconsequential; it was the penis that was his object of desire. He became the proverbial slut for black cock. That was, until he responded to a particular ad on craigslist.

    The ad was simple enough. ‘Professional Black male seeks same for LTR.’ It outlined the specifics of who the guy was and what he was looking for: complexion, similar interests, education, height, and age-all the average things in a personal ad. The photo section included several pictures of a tall, very attractive, dark-skinned guy with a nice house, a nice car, and a package that was so big UPS would have refused to deliver it.

    Had the ad not included the picture of the cock, Scott probably would have moved on, clicking on another ad to find someone who was looking for a quick, anonymous suck or fuck in the immediate future. It was the perfect cock: uncut, heavily veined, thick, Black, and what had to be 10 inches . . . soft. Scott’s mouth watered and his asspussy throbbed at the thought of feeling that huge monster invading him, pounding him, stretching him to beyond capacity, ripping him, filling him with load after load of scalding hot cum. He had to have it.

    He fired off a response, quickly detailing what a fuck slut he was and how he had a hot, wet mouth perfect for sucking and a tight, hot, hole ideal for fucking. He attached a picture he found on the net of a beautiful young twink who could have been a perfect Calvin Klein model. It really didn’t matter to him that he looked NOTHING like the picture, nothing mattered to him other than getting what he wanted. He waited for a response. And he waited. After two days, he figured he would send another response, this time being more explicit.

    ‘Dear, Sir. I sent you an email the other day but it must have ended up in your spam folder or something. I’m a white, 30-something male,’ he lied, ‘who would love to drain your big cock. I’m expert at sucking cock, I have a hot white hole just ready for pounding all night long, and you can do whatever you want to me, treat me like shit, and I can take it all and then some. I especially enjoy race play and get off on being treated rough and you can even beat the crap out of me if you want. I’ll kneel at your feet and worship your superior, Black cock. Anxiously awaiting your response. Submissively, Scott.’

    The response came quickly this time, within a few minutes. ‘Thanks you for your interest. I’m not looking for a sub or anything of the sort, but rather I’m looking for a long-term relationship EXACTLY like I described in my ad.’

    For most people, that would have been sufficient. Perhaps a few would have sent a response saying, ‘Fine, you don’t know what you’re missing,’ and left it at that. Scott, however, was not satisfied with that response. He became belligerent and typically arrogant. His response came in the form of an essay, describing how he was informed on Black issues, how liberal he was socially and how he supported Barack Obama. He wrote of the Trans-Atlantic slave trade and the history of racism. He went on and on with statistics about Black men in the U.S. He ridiculed the man for his lack of knowledge of Black issues, not even knowing the man’s position on anything. The whole objective of the correspondence was to piss this guy off. Scott was adept at being irritating, it was his weapon of choice and being rejected was not in his agenda.

    Send.

    No response.

    He didn’t even wait a full 24 hours for a response. He fired off another email, this time longer, this time more abrasive.

    No response.

    Outraged, Scott sat at his computer, looking at that picture of that gorgeous cock, jerking off incessantly, and figuring out ways to get under this guy’s skin. That’s all he wanted at this point. He wanted to annoy him, anger him, to make him frustrated and pissed off. He got a thrill from the attention, the fact that he knew he was an irritant; that was almost more arousing to him than getting fucked.

    Still no response, he constructed yet another email, this time, taunting him by reverting back to his tried and true nature of being racially belligerent, claiming that the picture of the cock wasn’t even real, that he probably had a tiny cock and was trying to compensate for not being a ‘real’ black man. That would surely get a response.

    And this time it did . . . instantaneously. Failure Notice. Remote host said: 554 delivery error. The mail recipient, [email protected] is not accepting emails from your account.

    ‘How dare that black piece of shit ignore me,’ Scott fumed. ‘I’ll fix him,’ as he sent all three of his emails again, this time, each one from one of his many other email accounts. The drama was arousing to Scott and he fisted his tiny cock in anticipation of a response. This time, he was sure to get some sort of rise out of this guy. It wasn’t even about the sex anymore; it was a game of power. Scott needed to prove that he could not and would not be dismissed. He needed to put this Black guy in his place and teach him a lesson. Scott’s true racist nature had surfaced again, victim of his own delusions of supremacy.

    He got a real response this time, simply stating, ‘Okay, you win. If you want to be dominated, I’ll do it. Be at my house, Friday evening, and be prepared to be pushed past your limits. In fact, you better not have any limits.’ He gave an address and signed the email, ‘Your Black Dom Daddy’.

    Scott masturbated endlessly, for days on end, reading those few lines like they held the key to the universe. He fantasized about what it would be like to be the plaything of a strong, Black man who towered over his diminutive size. He didn’t do as he was instructed of course. That would have been anti-climactic. He wasn’t going to go through with it after everything he had written, he just wanted to get off on the idea of being a white fuck slut with no limits being tortured and used by a strong, Black Daddy. So he placated himself by pulling and stroking his tiny penis, imagining unspeakable, disgusting things.

    Barely a week went by when Scott’s curiosity got the best of him. He sent another email and not surprisingly, it was returned as blocked. He had no less than 25 email addressed created for just such a reason so he quickly resent it from another account and this time, he apologized profusely for his abhorrent behavior. He humbled himself, ‘Dear, Sir, what can I do to have you forgive me? I’ve been arrogant and I realize that now. I’ll never do it again, I promise. I want to be your boy. I want you to own me.’ He didn’t mean a word of what he said, it was all a part of his twisted pathology.

    The response was more detailed this time. ‘I knew your faggot ass couldn’t resist. The rules are simple. For an entire weekend I’ll use you in ways that you’ve never thought of before. You’ll be my complete bitch. Bring food and beverages to fix me breakfast, lunch, and dinner the entire time you’re here. You’ll be dressed in slutty heels and lingerie all weekend. You’ll keep your holes ready for me to use . . . in any way I see fit. If I bring my friends over, you’ll service them any way they want. If I go out on a date, you’ll suck my cock clean when I come home. You’ll serve as my maid and make sure my place is immaculate and you’ll be my footstool, ashtray, toilet, and cum dump. You’ll be anything I tell you to be and you’ll like it and beg for more.’

    Anger boiled up within Scott’s soul, anger and pure, unadulterated lust. He’d never really given up his fallacy of white supremacy, he’d never really reconciled his hatred for Black men and their larger endowments, he was just going through the motions in an effort to satiate his lust for being degraded and abused. His desires to be raped, used, and beaten until unrecognizable were symptoms of a greater evil. Scott wanted to use Black sexuality to satisfy his perverse desires; he never had any intentions of being used to satisfy the desires of a Black person.

    His compulsion to be used outweighed reason as he drove around impatiently in his car for 7:00 pm exactly. Being nosey, he opened the mailbox and saw that the name on the Car and Driver Magazine was Todd Harcourt. At least he had a name to put with the description of the supposed mortgage broker, sports enthusiast, and openly gay black man he was about to meet. Scott had purchased enough food for a week, all frozen dinners and semi-prepared deli foods and the like; he wasn’t a great cook and didn’t want to piss this guy off by trying to be creative in the kitchen when he knew good and god damn well that anything he fixed himself would taste like crap. He wanted to leave, to turn around and go home, but he knew that if he did, he would regret it. He’d packed an overnight bag with all the lingerie and high heels he’d stolen from previous girlfriends. With such a big cock pounding him, he knew there was going to be potential for issues so he’d given himself a series of intense and painful enemas to make sure his colon was free from any shit so there wouldn’t be any accidents or mess. All lubed up with a butt plug shoved in to stretch his hole, he knocked on the door.

    ‘Yes, how can I help you?’ The guy looked confused more than anything, like he wasn’t expecting anyone to show up.

    ‘I’m . . . from the internet . . . you know . . . your boy. You told me to be here for you to . . .’ Scott paused mid sentence, afraid someone had played a joke on him. The guy standing before him was the guy from the pictures in the ad, but he wasn’t sure exactly what was going on so he remained quiet, gripping his bags in his hands tighter and ready to make a run for it.

    ‘Oh DAMN, I knew the picture you sent was fake but GOD DAMN. Could you have found a picture more opposite of what you look like? Shit! Oh well, get in here.’ The guy looked like he wanted to throw up he was so disgusted. Scott stepped inside the foyer as the door closed behind him. It was his nature to be so arrogant, so pathological in his need to misrepresent himself, that he didn’t care that he sent pictures that looked nothing like his 40 something, unattractive self.

    One thing was for certain, the guy hadn’t lied one bit in his ad. He wasn’t a millimeter shy of 6’4′, he had a muscular, athletic build, bald head, dark chocolate skin and he was VERY attractive. Scott could see the picture of his fantastic cock in his mind and his tiny prick pulsed in anticipation. With the difference in height, Scott did in fact feel like a boy next to a strong Daddy. ‘Take off your clothes,’ were his only instructions.

    Scott put his bags down and started to slowly undress. ‘Hurry up, shithead,’ the man bellowed and Scott began to pick up the pace. He took off his shoes and socks and pulled down his pants, standing there with nothing but a pair of tighty whities on and pitching a tent, a pup tent, but his erection was sticking out as far as possible.

    ‘I thought I told you that you were to be dressed in women’s lingerie the entire time you were in my presence, bitch.’

    ‘Yeah, but I didn’t know exactly what was expected of me so I figured I would . . .’ His words were cut off by a backhand that sent him flying into the wall. Real tears formed in his eyes as he felt the sting of the slap radiating on his cheek. The taste of warm blood trickled in his mouth from his cheek and he swallowed. He tried to steady himself to stand but he was disoriented and scared.

    ‘You will be humble in my presence at all times. You will answer only when spoken to and if your answer isn’t preceded by Yes, Master, or Yes, Daddy, you can be sure I’m going to discipline you much worse than that little tap. I really don’t give a damn what you think, I only expect you to conform to my desires and that’s it. Got it?’

    A knot formed in Scott’s throat. It felt like someone was choking him, no, stabbing him with a knife in his vocal chords. The words were stuck and he swallowed hard and responded, ‘Yes, Daddy.’

    Scott was already broken.

    Extending his hand in what seemed to be a gesture of kindness, this exquisite male specimen helped Scott to his feet. Scott’s hands were small; his fingers were stubby and short. In contrast, Todd’s hands were large, not too large, but with long, graceful fingers. With his hand placed inside the much larger one, he instinctively knew what it was to be a little boy with a strong, protective parent. With tears in his eyes, Scott removed his underpants and stood covering his small penis, profoundly ashamed by its inferior size. ‘Move your fucking hands, let me see what you’ve got’ were his only instructions and he instinctively covered his nipples like a teenage girl whose top had been pulled down at the neighborhood swimming pool.

    Loud, uproarious laughter reverberated in the tiny alcove and Scott’s heart sank at the same ratio that his cock rose. No matter how much he knew on a visceral level, no matter how much he intellectualized and articulated that his penis was small, extraordinarily small in fact, when he heard others say it, especially Black men, he felt anger, shame, and arousal at the same time. He was aroused by the humiliation but he just couldn’t let go of that nasty ‘white male thing’ that caused him to look at Black men with nothing but contempt and disgust. It was a part of his DNA, it was wired into his brain that he was inherently superior so while his rage bubbled beneath the surface, his lust dictated his need to give up that false sense of superiority and become what he knew he was deep, deep inside: a perverse, disgusting, depraved white pain, cum slut. He needed to be set free of his imprisonment of lies to be released so he could experience his true nature as something lower than a human.

    ‘Suck my cock, bitch.’ The pressure of the hand on Scott’s shoulder forced him to his knees. He knelt submissively before the fully clothed man before him. His hands trembled as he reached out to undo his jeans and pull down the zipper. Placing his hand inside his pants, he felt for the first time what was possibly the biggest cock he’d ever felt in his life. He could barely get his fingers around the girth. Fishing it out, he was struck with the strong aroma of unwashed masculinity. It was an intoxicating elixir of sweat, piss, and pure, manly funk. Scott inhaled the scent and it made him light headed; it made his cock leak precum.

    Peeling back the foreskin, Scott looked up into the deep, dark eyes of his new owner. A foul, raunchy-smelling layer of head cheese coated the enormous crown of the beautiful, brown cock. ‘You like? I made it just for you. Eat up.’

    Rather than hesitating, Scott made a real show of cleaning that nasty smegma. He devoured it like he was starving, proud to show off his cocksucking skills and the devotion he had for the monstrous piece of meat that was before him. The thick paste filled his taste buds and Scott worked first to clean it and then to worship it. Barely able to get his mouth around it, barely able to get even a third of its enormous length into his mouth, Scott licked and kissed it passionately. If a man could form a relationship with a cock, this was the ideal mate for Scott. In his heart, he fell in love with that meat, feeling his chest expand and tighten like a schoolboy with his first crush. He tried to make love to it with his mouth, planting soft and tender kisses along its length to show his reverence.

    ‘What the fuck is this kissing shit? Bitch, I told you to suck my mother fucking cock. NOW SUCK!’ With that, he grabbed Scott’s head and fucked his mouth savagely. Scott tried to push away, bracing himself against the firm, muscular thighs of his tormentor, trying to catch his breath as that cock ravaged his throat. He gagged and choked, feeling his esophagus being raped. He was being skull fucked; he was nothing more than a hole being abused. The steady pounding of that cock, its full length wanted to make him cry out in pain but he couldn’t; he could barely gasp for air. The rhythm was fast and furious, his jaw was numb, and his gag reflect was abating after what had to be more than 10 minutes of the most hard core blow job he’d ever given . . . sort of. There was no mistaking that he wasn’t ‘giving’ anything, his throat was being fucked and it hurt in a way that couldn’t be described. Hot, salty tears stained his cheeks as he prayed for the torture to end, and simultaneously, never to end.

    The reward at the end of his torture would come soon enough. His master, tormentor, and dream lover shoved the full length of his hardness deep in Scott’s throat. His nose deeply embedded in the thick patch of wiry pubic hairs, Scott felt the expansive cock actually grow and lengthen in his mouth and could detect the peristaltic motion that brought the scalding white, hot, cum from his nuts, through his impressive tube of manliness, out and down Scott’s throat, without even getting the benefit of tasting the scummy spunk he craved so desperately.

    Scott collapsed to the floor, exhausted and broken, his face inches away from the feet of his skillful dominator. He wanted to cleave unto those feet, wrap his arms around those legs for protection and comfort and say, ‘Daddy, I’m sorry I was a bad boy. Please, forgive me.’ He couldn’t say anything however because his throat was so sore he’d temporarily lost the ability to speak. It felt as if his vocal chords had been scraped with sandpaper.

    ‘Before I forget, give me your keys and your wallet. I want some assurances you won’t be leaving before I give you permission.’ The last thing in the world Scott wanted was to leave. He wanted to stay forever. He wanted to give up his measly life and be the boi of this ominous stranger. His identity was sacred however and he had spent years protecting it, lying, deceiving, and hiding his real life from those whom he used sexually. This time, he reluctantly handed over the requested items and felt a sense of relief. If he was going to be blackmailed, outed, and exposed to the world, now was the time, he’d let his perversions drive him too far. He wanted this man to know his true identity, to have control of his life and his destiny. It was his freedom.

    ‘I expect you to change your clothes, fix me dinner and bring it to me in the den, and be prepared to service me in whatever way I desire.’ He pushed Scott away with his foot and went about his business like Scott wasn’t even there.

    Unsure of the layout of the house, Scott stumbled around until he found a powder room to change into his female attire. He was an ugly male to begin with which made him repulsive as a woman but he felt sexy in his red see-through baby doll nightie, his high-heel, patent leather, stiletto, Payless Pumps and black butt plug, framed perfectly by his crotchless panties. His tiny penis strained against the silky material and felt good. He rubbed it for as long as he thought he might be able to get away with it without being found out and emerged to fix dinner.

    Cooking in someone else’s house is a task. He struggled to find the right pots, the right plates, the tools he needed to pull off his linguine and shrimp, all pre-cooked of course. Salad was in a bag and all he had to do was find an opener for the beer. He wobbled and teetered in his heels that were giving him a blister but he ignored the pain in anticipation of more humiliation and degradation to come. That was his finish line, his raison d’etre. He overheard his new Master talking on the phone, conversing with a friend. ‘Nah man, I ain’t never done no shit like this before. I figure he’ll be begging to leave after a few hours. I ain’t even going to tell you the shit I have planned for him . . . Word. That’s what I’m saying. Yeah man, I’ll holla at you later, we’ll hang out on Sunday morning or something. I’m out.’

    Scott fumed. He felt cheated. He wanted someone experienced in BDSM to control him, not some fucking amateur. His arrogance button was flicked on and he had half a mind to call the whole thing off and leave. He brought the plates out to the den and placed them on the coffee table with silverware and paper towels for napkins. He went back to the kitchen and got two beers and returned, sitting on the other end of the sofa. ‘I hope you like it, Sir. I can’t take real credit . . .’

    Before he knew what was happening, he felt a stinging kick to his side and he flew off the end of the sofa and landed flat on his ass. ‘Bitch, I told you I didn’t want you speak to me unless spoken to. That’s not a hard rule to follow, is it?’

    Shaking his head, Scott mumbled, ‘No, Master,’ and apologized for being a dumbass.

    ‘And while we’re at it, who the fuck told you that you could eat with me?’

    Before he could make the same mistake again, he fought the urge to give his opinion and state the obvious that he had to have some sort of sustenance to keep up his strength throughout the weekend.

    ‘I’ll take this beer and let me have that plate so I can fix it for you.’ Holding his finger aside one nostril, Todd hacked up phlegm from deep in his chest that sounded like he had walking pneumonia and blew it from his nose on Scott’s plate of food. Repeating the procedure several times, there was a coating of green, brown, yellowish snot coating the Scampi. Scott’s stomach turned and his cock leapt. Placing the plate on the floor, Scott was told to eat without the benefit of utensils or hands and eat it all.

    With his ass high in the air, he lowered his face to the plate of food. ‘Oh, and if you throw up anything I give you to eat, you can be sure I’ll make you eat it again. Understand?’ Those instructions were clear and Scott felt nauseated as he began to eat the mucous covered dinner. It wasn’t as bad as he imagined it was going to be after he got down the first few bites with thick, salty boogers, and before he knew it, he was proud to show that he could be such a nasty pig, eating snot like a pig eats slop from a trough.

    Before he was done, his Master said, ‘Thirsty, bitch? Come here.’ Scott crawled between his Master’s dark, brown thighs and looked up lovingly. ‘Drink my piss, and don’t you dare spill a drop.’

    Scott had known all along that this was coming. It was the right of every Black Dominant to use his white submissive as a urinal and Scott wanted the opportunity to prove his rightful place as piss pig. He placed the mammoth cock in his mouth and knew to wait for his drink. It came hard and fast; it was rank, hot, yellow and thick, not at all like the watered down beer piss he was expecting but coming from the Black Master of his dreams, Scott swallowed like it was the sweetest wine he’d ever had.

    ‘Oh fuck yeah, bitch, drink my rank, hot piss you fucking nasty toilet whore. Fucking white scum bag.’ Those words were music to Scott’s ears. ‘Don’t swallow it all, I want to see your mouth full of my piss. Hold some in your faggot mouth.’

    Before the stream stopped, Scott did as he was told and he held a huge mouthful of urine in his mouth. He sat back and opened his mouth with pride to show what a good job he’d done. He beamed with pride. A few drops escaped the corners of his mouth but surely that was to be forgiven because he had such a huge amount of piss and had shown his talent for being a toilet.

    ‘Good boy. Nice job.’ With that, his Master tussled his hair and Scott felt an overwhelming sensation of love that made tears well up in his eyes. His Daddy was proud of him. That was all he ever wanted, for his Daddy to say, ‘Good job, son.’ But that’s not exactly what he said. He completed his compliment by saying, ‘Lay down on the floor, under my feet, and hold that piss in your mouth and don’t you dare fucking swallow it until I tell you to. If you swallow it, spill it, or throw up, I PROMISE you’ll regret it.’

    Steeled with determination, Scott maneuvered himself to lie between the sofa and the coffee table with his open mouth of golden nectar. He stared at the ceiling and decided to get into a space where he was going to breath through his nostrils and ignore the overwhelming pain of his jaw. In a zone, he smelled the evidence of smoke and momentarily panicked. It was cigar smoke, and his owner had lit up to enjoy a night of watching TV and a good smoke.

    The sound of the ashes being extinguished in the piss he held so lovingly in his mouth made Scott angered and alarmed all over again. He’d never anticipated this, and a foot was brought down on his chest to prevent him from moving. He wanted to scream but he couldn’t, he thought he was going to drown for a second, and the taste of the ashes, magnified by the piss, made his body involuntarily heave.

    ‘Easy there boy, I told you that anything I give you that you throw up, I’m going to make you eat again. And if you spill any piss or ashes on my carpet, I’m going to beat your ass so bad you won’t sit for a week.’

    A Buddhist monk didn’t have more mind control than Scott did in that moment. Tears streamed steadily down his face but he remained focused on a small, imaginary spot on the ceiling. For the next 20 minutes, he was a receptacle for ashes as he held the now cold piss in his mouth. Piss overflowed his mouth as the ashes displaced the pee and he smelled like the men’s room at The Port Authority bus station.

    ‘Swallow!’ Those were Todd’s only instructions. ‘Swallow, it all, NOW!’

    Scott rationalized for a moment and turned his head and spit out the foul contents of his mouth all over his Master’s cream carpet. That’s what this game was all about, punishment and reward. He wanted some more punishment. He wanted to get to the fun part where he got fucked and spanked and fucked some more. Over and over, he spit out the nasty remnants of cigar ashes and pee until he could only taste a hint of the disgusting mixture and waited for the slap, the punch, or the severe verbal tongue-lashing.

    The pause seemed like an eternity, the silence, deafening. ‘Okay, okay.’ ‘If you don’t want to play by my rules, get out. Get your shit and get out.’ Standing, he stepped over Scott and went to his laundry room to get supplies to clean his carpet.

    Scott was outdone. He didn’t want to go, he wanted to stay and get fucked. He wanted to stay and be humiliated some more. The man returned with a bucket of water and cleaning supplies, threw Scott’s keys and wallet on the floor at his feet, and ignored him as he went about scrubbing the stains on the carpet.

    Scott had never felt more defeated. His arrogance had maneuvered him out of his dream situation AGAIN. He’d fucked up big time and there was nothing he could say. Apologies would be empty because he obviously did what he did on purpose. He hated himself for getting himself into this situation, he wanted to say something but the image of this beautiful Black man, on his knees, cleaning the mess that he’d made, silenced him.

    ‘Here, let me clean it. I’m sorry.’ The words sounded empty even to himself and he waited for some sort of acknowledgement.

    ‘Get out.’ The command was soft-spoken, without emotion.

    Scott started sobbing uncontrollably. He had disappointed his Daddy. He had been a very bad boy. He had disrespected the man whom he wanted to own his very being. As experienced as Scott was in the lifestyle, this novice, this guy who had never dominated anyone else in his life, was controlling him in ways he’d never imagined. Scott became hysterical: crying, pleading, and throwing a temper tantrum the likes of which couldn’t be paralleled by even the most monstrous two-year-old. He wasn’t even making sense, he was just babbling about not wanting to leave and about how sorry he was. He got on his knees and tried to suck Todd’s cock again. He offered him money, $1000 in fact, if he could be allowed to stay. Sex and power were all Scott understood so he was offering all he knew how. The fact that he was being ignored caused him greater pain than he’d ever felt before.

    ‘Stop crying bitch. Damn, shut the fuck up. I told you to get out. You obviously don’t want to play by my rules. You obviously think you can dictate and control some shit up in my mother-fucking house so it’s time for your ass to go. I will not be manipulated by some moronic little asswipe like you. Get the fuck out.’

    Scott’s body was trembling. He wanted to do what he had been told, to follow orders and leave, but he wanted to stay more. He was having a mental breakdown. Before he knew what was going on, he had been pulled down across Todd’s lap and he was getting spanked soundly. Actually, spanked seems like such a benign term. He was being beaten. Blow after torturous blow rained down on his pale, flat ass, thighs, and even back. His Master seemed to be in some sort of trance of his own. ‘You fucking white boys are all the same. Thinking you can control shit. I’ll fucking show you. Dumb ass. You want me to be your Daddy, I’ll fucking make you wish you were never born.’ The pain was excruciating but comforting at the same time.

    With his hard cock sandwiched between those strong thighs and his ass being abused, Scott was screaming and crying like a little bitch. He was incoherent. ‘Yes, Daddy, beat me for being white. I’m so sorry, Daddy, I’ve been such a bad boy. I’m just a stupid, little-cocked, white boi who deserves to be punished. Take out your frustrations on me, Master. I promise I’ll do anything you say.’

    Those words would prove to be the wrong thing to say.

    Grabbing Scott forcefully by the arm, practically dislocating his shoulder from the socket, this overwhelming Dominant pillar of masculinity pulled him towards the Master Bedroom. Scott felt a ray of hope. Things were about to get down to business. Scampering along, practically on tiptoe, scurrying to keep up with the long strides of his Master, Scott was flung to the floor. He looked up to see a look of pure, unadulterated hatred on Todd’s face. This look wasn’t one of lust; his eyes were distant and glassy, filled with rage, reminding Scott of a rebel slave who had staged an insurrection against an evil slaveholder and who was about to behead the person who had taken his life, liberty, and manhood from him.

    Scott watched as his Master undressed completely, muttering under his breath something incoherent and disjointed. Scott was genuinely scared. He thought maybe this guy was having some sort of slavery flashback, some sort of psychotic homicidal break and would go too far. Just that thought alone aroused Scott’s sick libido. This was it. His fantasy come true. For all of his posturing, for all his arrogance and bravado, Scott knew he was about to feel the true wrath of the mighty Black man. This was an entirely different situation than pissing off Black women. Black women would get angry, they would threaten blackmail and revenge, they would curse him out and try to make him pay with their strapons but they were ultimately just victims of Scott’s manipulative ploys, not capable of pulverizing Scott to within inches of his life. This man could crush Scott’s skull without breaking a sweat. Clearly, he’d pushed too far; clearly, he’d underestimated his ability to piss this man off. He cowered in terror, unable to run, held fast to the bedroom floor as he furiously jerked his cock and waited for the savage beating of his perverted dreams.

    Before Scott could say, ‘Treat me like the filthy, white slut I am,’ he was being tossed face down on the massive California King sized bed. As his hips were pulled up, he grabbed the pillow and buried his face in it. The butt plug was pulled unceremoniously from his ass and he was instructed to suck it. Lubricant and ass slime coated the foul toy and Scott turned his head in defiance.

    ‘Oh, you want to play fucking games, bitch? You better suck that fucking butt plug or . . .’ There was no reason to finish the ultimatum because within a fraction of a second, Scott was grabbed so hard by the back of his neck he saw stars. The plug was forced in his mouth and he sucked it like a perverse black pacifier. Scott couldn’t decide which tasted worse; the smegma, the ashes, or the funky ass mixture but he was sure that being forced to perform such lewd acts was liberating, freedom from enslavement to his false sense of manhood.

    While Scott was wildly aroused, Todd was not. He didn’t find Scott attractive or the situation stimulating. He looked at Scott with utter contempt and disgust. This whole thing had gone past role-playing to something sick and twisted. He grabbed his dick and stroked it, willing it to hardness. He grabbed the remote and flicked on a vid that was in his DVD player. With his flat screen filled with images of hot, sweaty black men, he was able to get hard enough for the task at hand.

    Fully erect, Todd was at least twelve inches. This wasn’t exaggerated, Internet inches, when guys claim they are a foot long and they are really only about two inches over average. This was the real deal. Scott felt like he was in the presence of a true god for surely anyone endowed with such a huge cock was more than a mere man. A flash of fear came over Scott as he realized he’d never had anything quite that large in his ass before. He was a small guy and his mind raced with images of where all that meat would actually go forced in his colon. Fear and pain were aphrodisiacs for Scott, so with his tiny cock leaking a steady stream of precum, he dove for that humongous piece of meat with his mouth again, with the hopes that he could get it wet enough to compensate for a lack of lube.

    This time, the blowjob he gave was sloppy and wet and dripping with spit. He used his hands to work the copious saliva up and down the shaft. When he felt himself heaving, rather than hold back, he let go with disgusting amounts of slimy fluids from somewhere deep within him.

    If that weren’t degrading enough, his tormentor and master was punctuating the scene with a serenade of degrading taunts. ‘Yeah you fucking white piece of trash. That’s is, suck that big fucking black dick! You love that, don’t you? Fagging out on my big, black knob. Take it you sissy fucking bitch. You know I’m going to ram that big fucker so deep in you that you are going to shit my cum for a week.’ In the background, Scott could hear the sounds of primal fucking on the DVD which aroused him even more. The only thing he could see was the muscled abdomen of his master and the wiry pubic hairs that framed the glorious cock that was deep in his throat.

    Scott was crying, literally streaming tears of joy down his face. Before he knew what was happening, he was flipped over on his stomach and his ass was pulled in the air. His crotchless, red panties and his flimsy, red nightie were ripped from his body and tossed on the floor. Without a whole lot of ceremony, Scott felt the head of that gigantic dick being pushed in his boycunt. He grimaced a little and took it with relative ease as he felt his prostate being massaged. He started moaning like a cheap whore; his own tiny cock producing a steady stream of dick snot that flowed freely. He worked his ass like the true faggot bitch he was and luxuriated in the sensations of the strong, masculine hands that held his hips and the gigantic dick embedded in his ass making him feel like something sick and perverted and feminine all at the same time.

    While it seemed like an eternity, it was really only a few minutes before Scott was filled to capacity. He reached back to feel about four, incredibly thick inches of cock that hadn’t been able to fully penetrate him. He pumped his ass like the white women he had seen in pornos and he tightened his ass muscles like he’d been taught by his experiences with men. While Scott was satisfied with that, proud of himself for being able to take a full 8 inches like the insatiable ass slut he was, his Black Dom Daddy was not.

    ‘You think that’s all you’re going to take? Oh, hell no. Bitch, you are going to take every fucking millimeter of my dick and you are going to love it, do you hear me?’ With that, he pushed further and Scott tried to scramble away. He moved up higher on the bed and tried to resume wiggling his ass, fucking back on that cock, confident that he was giving his Black Daddy pleasure.

    Not satisfied, Todd grabbed Scott by the shoulders and pushed harder, forcing at least another two inches incredibly thick cock deeper in Scott than he’d ever had before. Scott screamed out in pain. He did his best to pull away, fighting and struggling, but his efforts were nothing compared to the strength of the man fucking him. The pain permeated every fiber of his being, racing from his asshole to his nuts that were pulled tightly against his body to his hardened nipples and then all the way to the back of his eyes. Sweat dripped from his forehead and he whimpered, ‘Please, I can’t take anymore. It hurts.’ Surely, his pleas would be understood. He was only 5’1′. There was only so much space for all that meat to go. It wasn’t because of lack of desire; it was logistics. He fought back, trying to save himself from serious internal damage.

    ‘Oh is that so? It hurts, huh? You want me to stop? Do you? Do you want me to stop? Answer me, bitch! I’ll stop, all you have to do is say the word. DO YOU WANT ME TO STOP?’ None of this was new to Todd. He’d met lots of guys who couldn’t take his entire dick before. But the power, the control, the domination was making him high. His became relentless, slapping Scott’s ass, spanking him, causing him further pain that only registered as pleasure for both of them.

    All Scott had to do was say yes. All he had to do was respond that he wanted things to stop. He didn’t want to be raped; he wanted to be dominated, that was entirely different. He fantasized about being raped but the reality of it was something different. He reached back to feel the last two inches of dick that remained outside his body. They felt like two feet, the heat from that dick seemingly scorching his hand. He didn’t answer. He let his silence speak for itself. He wanted the pain. He wanted to be fucked unconscious and if he ended up in the hospital in the process, then so be it. He lowered his face to the pillow, braced his arms against the headboard, and waited.

    On thing Scott had failed to realize, even after all this time, was that he wasn’t in control of things. He was grabbed by the back of the neck and pulled up like a rag doll. Instantly, he felt that dick being pulled completely out of his asshole and he cried out, only this time the pain was emotional. He felt empty and alone and worthless.

    ‘You dirty cunt, clean my prick.’ The instructions were not at all ambiguous. Ass fucking was meant to be primal and dirty, so he knew that his responsibility was to taste the ass slime that coated his master’s dick. Not surprisingly, brown streaks coated the dick. It could have been a lot worse had he not prepared himself but the evidence of shit was still apparent. He deeply inhaled the scent, making his dick leak more and his taste buds filled with the musky flavors of his ass as he licked and sucked it clean. It wasn’t enough to make him sick but he reeled at all the disgusting things he’d ingested over the past few hours: dick cheese, snot, piss, and now butt sludge. Just the mere thought of that alone almost made him shoot his load. The only thing that kept him from cumming was the depraved thought that he might be pushed to do even more disgusting things and he wanted to be totally horned up for that possibility.

    ‘Ride my dick bitch,’ as the pair repositioned themselves so that his Daddy was on his back, reclining in relaxation, as Scott prepared to mount him and fuck himself silly. Again, as before, the first eight inches went in with relative ease. His asslips sucked and nursed at the huge cock in him as she bounced up and down. Ashamed and aroused, he farted as the air was pushed up in his ass and he rode that cock for all he was worth. Still, he couldn’t get that entire dick up his ass. He squirmed his ass down harder, trying his best to take more but he couldn’t. Frustrated, his Daddy grabbed him around his hips and pulled Scott down even further. This time, as before, Scott screamed out in pain, but this time, he loved it. Pain was his pacifier. Scott was warped, twisted, and distorted, and he knew that only a disgusting white worm like himself could be aroused by pain, humiliation, and degradation.

    Being tired of the cat and mouse games, Todd flipped Scott on his back and pushed his thighs back to his chest. He gripped the base of his dick and aimed it up with Scott’s hole. He pushed forward, hearing Scott’s cries in a distant fog. Encountering resistance, he pushed harder, working up a sweat. Determined, he pushed deeper, driving every inch of his dick deep in Scott’s bowels. Giving him a full minute, he waited until he saw a look of acknowledgement on Scott’s face and he began pumping, pounding, pushing and fucking. ‘Take that, bitch. Take all my big fucking Daddy dick you little twat. You white fucking faggot, I own you. I own your body and your soul.’ As if in a trance, he hammered his dick deeper and harder than he’d ever done before, grunting like an animal and turned on by the idea of using a white boy so completely. ‘I’m going breed your faggot pussy with a gallon of my cum. Do you want my baby, bitch? You want to be pregnant with your Black Daddy’s baby? Say it!’

    Scott couldn’t form words. As the last of that massive dick invaded his intestines, he could only moan and scream in ecstasy. The sweat from his master’s body dripped into Scott’s mouth and eyes, the smell of man fucking permeated the air. He grabbed his cock and stroked it in time with the dick that punished his butthole. Glancing down, he could actually see the outline of that gigantic dick pushing against his stomach and he shot his load all over his stomach.

    In pornos, that would be the signal for his lover to cum also, to finish in a blaze of glory in unison. In reality, Scott’s Dominant Black Daddy was nowhere near the finish line. He kept pumping Scott’s hole raw. Scott’s legs were cramped, pushed uncomfortably back and his insides felt like they were being dragged out with each extraction of that black stick that fucked him. The pain was excruciating but it was comforting in a way. He felt absolved of his guilt, his arrogance, of his pretense of being bigger and better, at last he was absolved of the wretched stigma of being white. In that moment, he was a filthy fuck pig to be used and abused. He relished in the sensation of his asshole being pumped full of scalding, white, hot cum.

    He passed out. Drifting in and out of consciousness, he awoke to being fucked and used time and time again. Night turned to day and he found himself being fucked in various ways, of serving his Black Master in unspeakable ways. Before he knew what was happening, it was Sunday night and he was packing to leave. He sobbed and bawled uncontrollably. Falling to the floor, he begged and pleaded with Todd to retain control of him.

    From that day on, Scott Clair lived for the weekends. Mondays through Fridays were lived in a state of suspended animation for him, nothing seemed real; everything sort of floated by in grainy images of black and white. Friday evenings were when life was lived in full HD Technicolor. It was on the weekends when he could assume his true role and shed the pretenses of his average existence. Every weekend, Scott Clair became the possession, toy, and sexual playing of a Black Dom Daddy who inflicted the most horrendous and sadistic tortures on his pale, white flesh. For slightly more than 48 hours, Scott willingly put himself in a position to be degraded, humiliated, and used beyond most people’s comprehension and he’d never been happier or more satisfied in his life.


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  • The Redhead Caper

    By: J. “Butch” Raymond

    A muffled shot. It came from the house I had under surveillance. I was sure of it. I knew it meant getting out of my car and going to check on things in the house. The idea didn’t appeal. My colleagues call me a rodless dick. I’m a private eye but never carry a gun.

    Reluctantly, I released my condom-coated cock. Yeah, I jack off. It’s about the only pleasure a guy can find on long, boring stakeouts. The dude who taught me this private-eye racket also showed me how jacking off can relieve boredom, so the two of us relieved a lot of boredom together. And he showed me how rubbers keep jism from hitting windshields. Granted, it was more fun with him at my side, but it’s still a great boredom fighter.

    The big rubber-sheathed cock was hard to slip back into my running shorts. As I got out of the car and crossed the street, I realized that anyone watching me would notice the big bulge. Maybe they’d think it was a rod.

    The small bungalow was in a low-rent district of hundreds of such houses. It was owned by a renowned film director who used it to keep his heartthrobs tucked quietly away. The director had hired me to follow the current little trollop because he sensed infidelity at play here.

    Since the front of the house had been in clear view, I worked my way carefully to the back. The back door was standing open. That spelled trouble. I checked around outside, but saw no one, so I went into the house. Everything seemed quiet and in order, until I neared the bedroom. Then, I smelled acrid gun smoke.

    The bedroom door was partway open. I saw a naked body on the bed. I went in. Damn. Lying there was Jason, the current boyfriend. He was a nineteen-year-old hunk. A real good looker. But right now, he had a bullet in his chest just where most people think the heart’s supposed to be. I saw that his fat, long cock was erect and covered with saliva. He was still breathing as I picked up the phone and poked 911.

    Waiting for the recordings to end and a real person to come on the line, I leaned over and looked at his monster cock closely. I could see a faint ring of lipstick near the base of the big thing. Suddenly, to my surprise, he grabbed me by the shoulder strap of my tank top and, with wild eyes, said through gurgling noises, ‘He got me.’ Yep, just like in the movies.

    ‘Who? Who done it?’ I asked, trying to make contact with those wild eyes, my lips close enough to his thick, rounded, pouty lips to kiss.

    ‘It… It was…’ he started to say, when all of a sudden a voice came on the line asking what type of emergency it was.

    ‘A man’s been shot. It’s bad. Get over to 1915 Longworth Road. His name is Jason Poole. And hurry.’ They wanted my name and phone number, and asked me to stay on the line till they arrived. They also insisted on knowing if the situation was still dangerous. I said how the hell should I know.

    The exchange of information seemed to take only seconds, but when I turned my attention back to Jason, I discovered he’d passed out. It was a struggle to release his grip on my shirt. Then I patted his face trying to revive him, but he was out cold, and his dick had shriveled.

    * * * * *

    ‘Good thing you called when you did, Butch,’ Detective Will Boyer was saying. ‘Saved his life. Did he talk?’

    A squad car had shown up first. Then people from all over closed in and the whole thing had become a three-ring circus. But the techno-medics were good at their job and Jason was whisked out of there in a flash already hooked up to all kinds of gadgets and gear. In the meantime, I had tried to get my employer, the director, on the phone, expecting to talk to his handsome private secretary, Harvey, whom the director had extolled as his right hand man, but instead I got an answering machine telling me everyone was out. That was strange. To me, it looked bad for the director.

    ‘He tried to talk, but he passed out before he could tell me anything of any use.’

    ‘Well, what did he say?’ Will wanted to know.

    ‘He said, ‘He got me.’ That was all.’

    ‘Guess that leaves out all the babes in town,’ the detective said with a grin.

    ‘I don’t know, Will. I thought I saw some lipstick on his long Schlong?’

    ‘Don’t you mean his weenie?’

    ‘It was a full-sized schlong when I first saw it, Will. The boy’d been aroused and it looked to me like someone’d been sucking on it.’

    ‘Oh?’ He grinned. ‘Wasn’t you, was it, Butch?’

    ‘Com’on. You know I’m not gonna fuck around with a client’s boyfriend.’

    Looking serious, he said, ‘Better come downtown with me, Butch, and give us the full story. Who you’re working for; what you’ve found out; that sort of shit. Got any other clothes or do you always work half naked?’

    ‘I prefer completely naked.’ I smiled. Will and I went way back. Naked with him was good. He was a big man and had a humungus cock with a honed instinct for finding the right hole. We’d made it from time to time, till we took different paths and I became a private dick.

    His tanned face turned a darker hue, but he smiled, saying, ‘So do I,’ in a soft whisper. It was the first time in a long time he intimated we’d been intimate. My shorts began to tent. He was a trained detective. He didn’t miss a thing, especially if the thing was a thing.

    * * * * *

    ‘Jesus! You’ve been workin’ out, Butch,’ Will said in hushed tones of inspired awe as I stripped off my clothes in front of him. He’d followed me home, ostensibly for me to grab more suitable clothes for a downtown investigation and had come into the bedroom with me while I changed. ‘And still working the rubber, I see.’ He chuckled. With all the excitement, I’d forgotten I still had a rubber covering my cock. We both knew what the condom was used for. I thought it might have dropped off, but it clung to my ample endowment. Nothing like Will’s horsecock, but ample, nonetheless.

    My face flushed, but I laughed. ‘Yeah, working the rubber. A guy’s gotta keep in shape. Keep everything going.’ I tugged at the reservoir tip thinking the condom would simply pull off. Instead, it stretched my cock, elongating it, failing to release it. Will sat down on the bed, a couple of feet from me, and watched what I was doing with fascination. I kept tugging.

    ‘Should use the lubricated kind,’ he whispered instructively, staring at my action.

    ‘Naw, not in the car. Gets too much goo on your hands.’ I responded absently, looking down and watching the struggle between my cock and that condom.

    He chuckled. I looked over at him. He was rubbing the front of his pants as he stared at my crotch. ‘Wha’cha thinking?’ I asked.

    ‘I’m thinkin’ you’ve grown a lot since…’ he trailed off.

    The reason the condom was being so difficult was becoming clearer and clearer. Standing naked in front of this sexy guy was getting to me and my dick was going on the bone. Getting bigger and bigger. If I didn’t turn now to screen it from view, he’d be certain I was getting turned on. But, as I felt my balls lifting in their big sac, I just kept tugging at the rubber. It was fun. It was getting me hot. Suddenly, as my cock got longer and longer, the rubber gave way and with a loud snap hit against my fist which, released from the tension, flew upwards. My cock swung down, bounced against my balls, and surged upwards again, continuing its rise, and sort of waved erotically at Will who couldn’t take his eyes away.

    ‘I think I’d better give you a body search,’ he sighed huskily, ‘com’ over here.’ He was unzipping his pants as he talked.

    My cock was pointed straight out at him as I closed the gap. He lowered his body to position his mouth on the same level as my long tube and I simply walked it right into him. He took it with the same talented ease I remembered and instantly began terrific suction, moaning with satisfaction. His big hands slid around and up my thighs and dug into my muscular buttocks. It all felt great! He went to work. I was pulled in as close as possible by his strong arms and rough hands. His forehead was slapping at my abdomen and my balls were slapping at his chin in a rhythm guaranteed to raise me to a quick release. He was relentless. I watched, looking down my body at my cock appearing and reappearing as he took it to the bone. Deep-throating. Grabbing my ass. Hard. I couldn’t have held back if I’d wanted to. He swallowed while I was in deep and the pressures sucked cum right out of me. I blasted off. It was the best orgasm I’d had in weeks. I pumped out a downpour. He drank it all down.

    ‘Fuckin’ great!’ he sighed as I pulled away. I saw his gigantic cock in his paw. It was fiery red and wet with pre-cum. ‘Tasted like latex when it first went in, but you’ve always had tasty jizz, man.’

    ‘You do it good, Will,’ I told him. ‘I shot in a hurry.’

    ‘Still feel like fuckin’ around, or does one pop finish you off?’ he asked, looking like he expected to be disappointed.

    ‘Fuckin’ around sounds good to me,’ I replied.

    ‘Got any lubed condoms, or are all of yours dry?’

    ‘Fully lubed, reservoir-tipped, king-sized, and ready-to-wear,’ I answered, pulling out a large box of a popular brand.

    He stood up, stripping off his shirt and dropping his pants while I opened the foil wrap. It felt good again to see him aroused and anxious to take me. I knelt at his feet, removed his shoes, socks, and pants, and looked up. The enormous cock towered over me above massive balls. What a fuckin’ sight! I leaned in and nuzzled his nuts, flicking my tongue out at them. The taste was prime, California cop! I love it! The balls wriggled in the hairy sac and the huge organ vibrated with lust, oozing viscous liquid. I reached up and put the rubber atop the cockhead, then began slowly unrolling it down the length of that great cock. It was a tight fit. A very tight fit, even though the condom was the largest sold in the world.

    ‘I like the feel of a tight rubber on my dick, man,’ he sighed, ‘and I like the feel of your hands on my meat, Butch.’

    I toyed with it longer than necessary just because we both liked it so much. ‘Come here,’ he whispered as he bent down and raised me to my feet, turning me around in the process. I’d had the foresight to apply a little extra lube to myself, not depending on the condom’s lube to do the trick, and felt grateful I’d done it because he wanted in in a hurry.

    ‘Oh, shit! You’re just as tight and as hot as I remember,’ he sighed as the giant cockhead forced me open. Slowly, relentlessly, he drove cock into me, not pausing to take a breath. It was wonderful! I needed a good fuck. It’d been too long. And I got fucked by my cop, my lover. Good and fucked. And good and long. He took his time but we just stayed in the same standing position, him humping away, and me working every muscle I controlled to make this a great fuck for both of us. I could see us in the wall mirror. It was a terrific sight. But mostly I just kept working my ass for our pleasure. Finally, I reached out for another condom.

    ‘Think I’m wearin’ this one out?’ he asked in a far off voice, enraptured by the pleasures of the fuck.

    ‘No, I’m gonna slip one on. This has me so hot, I’m gonna shoot another load and I don’t want it all over the fuckin’ rug.’

    ‘Why don’t you hold off and shoot up my ass?’ he whispered.

    ‘I was hopin’ you’d ask,’ I answered. ‘I know you used to like mine in you.’ I slipped the condom on. It fit well. Not quite so tightly as Will’s fit his big meat, but tightly enough to require the largest size condom.

    ‘Geez, remembering how it felt in my ass is putting me over the top. God, I’m gonna cum!’ And he thrust home so hard it rocked me from head to toe, lifting my body off the floor, and I felt his pulsating blasts filling the reservoir. I got jarred good as he emptied his load.

    With little fanfare, he grabbed the base of his dick, holding the rubber, and pulled out. Not only was the reservoir filled, but the entire condom was almost fully colored with the white fluid. He’d shot a giant load!

    He turned and rested his hands on the bed, sticking out his big, muscular ass at me. Nothing was said. I just aimed for home and moved in. It was great! He had terrific control of muscles and tissues, and knew just when to parry to my thrusts, and when to grind to my bumps, and we were fucking together like mindless randy teenagers in no time. This felt so good it made up for all those long hours of hand-relief I’d been having lately.

    Rapid, shuddering strokes rocked him. I was as tall as he was, but not as bulky, so we fit together good and I pumped into him, slamming my abdomen and hips against his fleshy, hot buns as I drove my cock in all the way, to the hilt. Causing him to groan with satisfaction. He was getting what he wanted. What he remembered. And he liked it!

    So did I. So much so, in fact, that holding back was a problem. I wanted this fuck to last and last, but, damn, he was so tight. His heat felt so good. His control felt so sensuous. Each long thrust felt so spectacular. I had to give up my load. I thrust into him hard, froze in place, and came. Grunting with each cum shot. It was terrific!

    We uncoupled and went into the bathroom together. I slipped off the condom and put it on the sink counter. He placed his next to mine. The thought of picking it up later and smelling it as I jacked off in front of the mirror brought a smile to my face. He read my mind and grinned as we washed off our long cocks together at the sink.

    ‘That was great, Butch. Thanks,’ he said softly as we were getting dressed.

    ‘I’m happy you came,’ I said with a warm smile. He grinned.

    * * * * *

    Everything went fairly routinely as I told my simple story to a couple detectives. Until I mentioned the director’s name. Then, all hell broke loose. First a lieutenant questioned me, and then the Captain, himself, came in looking pissed. They didn’t want to believe me but they all knew that I had become the principal private dick to the rich, Hollywood gay set because of my discreet handling of a series of delicate cases where well known names could have been sullied but were not. It’s the kind of reputation for discretion and results that sells in places like Hollywood and the cops knew it. In fact, were happy it was available because, by law, they simply were not able to act as discreetly.

    ‘I’d like to lock you up, Goddamn it, Butch,’ the Captain snarled, ‘but everyone knows you’re gutless and don’t carry a fuckin’ gun. So, I’m puttin’ my money on your innocence. But I’ll tell you one thing, you’d better find the fuckin’ shooter before Jason wakes up from surgery and gives us the name of your director, or this’ll get messy for all of us.’

    While the whole country loves a scandal nowadays, no one in Hollywood does. It ruins careers, is bad for business, and gets everyone even marginally involved pissed off. The Captain was giving me a short time limit to cover all our asses. He knew I had the right contacts with inside connections to ferret out the would-be killer better than his own detectives did. Too few of them were gay. Or so he believed. (I knew better.) But most Hollywood gays shared his belief. Cop equals trouble. Sex doesn’t enter into it. Don’t get friendly.

    I got my ass out of there quick. I drove directly to the director’s classy mansion. I’d been given the combination for the gate so I got onto the property and drove to the front door. I rang the bell and expected Harvey, the butler/valet/personal-assistant/confidant to Mr. Rich-and-Famous to open the door, but no one came. That was strange.

    I slowly walked around the large, long terrace and came to the stairs leading down to the pool and cabañas. Down there, on a chaise, was a knockout. A real beauty! A breath-taker! Perfect California tan; long legs; tiny bikini; golden locks. A stunner!

    I went down the stairs and cleared my throat.

    The stunner’s eyes opened and looked up at me. Two pools of violet took my breath away. A lithe hand was raised to shield those eyes from the sun and a questioning gaze met my gawking stare.

    What a beauty! I thought to myself. ‘Where’s the boss?’ I asked aloud.

    ‘Haven’t seen him,’ was the soft-spoken reply.

    ‘Who are you?’ I pressed.

    ‘Well, who are you?’ was the assertive response.

    ‘I’m Butch, his private dick.’

    ‘Yes, you look butch,’ was the purring retort.

    ‘Com’on, who the hell are you?’ I grunted, acting tough.

    ‘I’m his…’ a pause, ‘…his boyfriend.’

    I guess I looked surprised.

    He grinned. ‘Name’s Todd. Anything wrong, Dick?’ he asked with a note of sarcasm in his voice.

    ‘Butch,’ I corrected.

    ‘Oh, yes. Butch.’ He gave me a come-on grin. White teeth gleamed. He was sure a looker. I felt an extension growing in my pants as I took in his magnificent body. I couldn’t help it. He was stretched out before me, sculpted body oiled for the sun, shining in all its glory, the scant bikini over-filled with bulging delights. The kind of body to use as a centerfold in my mind the next time I jack off.

    He lifted his hips and thrust up his barely covered crotch, spreading his legs lasciviously. He put a hand to his powerful chest, rubbed a pec sensuously while inhaling deeply, and squeezed a hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His inadequate covering became even less adequate, unable to cover an expanding meat. He was becoming turned on as he looked up at me, standing there panting, with my tongue hanging out, like a dog in heat. He was something else. A wet-dream come to life. A porno-star stepped off the screen. I was erect in no time.

    ‘I see ya like what ya see,’ he sighed, writhing on the chaise like a cheap harlot, offering himself to me. A stranger. A private dick. It made me very suspicious all of a sudden. Why the come on? I wondered. I looked around. Over on an umbrella-covered table, I saw a large handbag, a cap, sunglasses and gloves. On the chair next to the table he’d thrown a dark-colored jumpsuit. Next to the chair was a pair of dark running shoes. They were mud-covered.

    As he watched me looking over at the clothes, he slowly rose from the chaise. Standing on the far side, away from me, he struck a pose. It was glorious. Big, I mean big, bulge. Statuesque body. Broad shoulders, narrow hips. And as handsome a face as I’ve ever seen. But he was acting like a slut.

    He turned. The bikini’s back was a string across the top of his muscular, rounded, high, magnificent buttocks, and a string running down between those two perfect buns. He knew the impact the sight of that fine ass had on me, as he smiled back seductively over his shoulder.

    ‘Want some?’ he hissed, softly, running a hand down from his waist and over one of those classic cheeks. Then he slowly walked away from me.

    Suddenly, it hit me. He was heading towards that table. Towards that large handbag. Towards a gun? I wondered. I lunged, striking the chaise with my shin noisily. He bolted for the table. I tackled him with a flying, horizontal leap through the space separating us. My arms encircled greasy thighs up near his crotch and we went crashing to the deck.

    He had managed to reach the handbag and was digging for something. My nose was momentarily poked into that beautiful ass-cleft, but duty called and I struggled to climb up his slippery body and capture whatever he was fishing for in that bag. I saw a flash of silver and grabbed.

    The gun went off! It scared the shit out of me, but I kept struggling and wrestled it out of his hands.

    ‘Lie still, Fucker!’ I commanded, shoving the gun nozzle against his neck. He calmed down immediately, sobbing, ‘Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!’

    ‘Shaddup!’ I snarled.

    He sobbed. I let him get it out of his system, holding him down with the weight of my body.

    When he calmed down, I asked him, ‘Why go for the gun?’

    ‘I thought you were here to kill me,’ he said, gasping for breath.

    ‘Why would I want to kill you?’ I asked.

    ‘I heard that Jason was shot,’ he replied.

    ‘How’d you hear that?’

    ‘It’s been on the radio.’

    Oh, shit! I thought. ‘So why would I want to kill you?’ I asked.

    The boss said someone killed Bruno in New York,’ he said.

    ‘So?’

    ‘Bruno was his last lover, before Jason and then me. When I heard Jason’d been shot, I figured I’d be next. I’m scared.’ And he started sobbing again.

    ‘That don’t mean you should be pullin’ guns on people,’ I told him.

    ‘I’m sorry. I only meant to scare you off.’

    ‘Scare me off? Bullshit! You pulled the fuckin’ trigger, you goddam shit.’ I was pissed.

    ‘It was an accident, please believe me. I only wanted to be safe.’ He sounded sincere enough.

    ‘Why are your shoes muddy?’ I asked.

    ‘The boss asked me to plant some flowers. Let me up and I’ll show you where I dug up the soil and planted them. Com’on, I’m not lying. I’m not a killer. I only wanted to protect myself.’

    ‘And the gloves?’

    ‘Gardening gloves, I swear. I don’t like dirt under my nails, and neither does the boss.’ He was becoming more assertive as he realized I was buying his story. But questioning him while lying on his naked ass was very pleasant and I had no intention of letting him up till I was satisfied.

    ‘Who done it?’ I demanded. Hell, maybe he knew.

    ‘The boss thinks it was a woman,’ Todd said breathlessly.

    ‘A woman!’ I exclaimed, surprised as hell. ‘What the fuck gives him that idea?’ I didn’t mention Jason’s remark about a ‘he’ doing it.

    ‘He said he thought a woman’s been following him for a couple of days.’

    Fuck! I thought. Why do clients hold out on this kind of info? I wondered. Aloud, I asked, ‘What’s her name. What does she look like?’

    ‘Don’t know her name. He only said she’s a big redhead.’

    ‘A redhead,’ I mused. Hadn’t I seen a redhead in a new car drive past Jason’s house as I played with my dick? Yeah. I was sure of it. And not too long before the shooting.

    ‘Look, Butch,’ he said softly, ‘please let me up. It’s starting to hurt.’

    ‘What’s starting to hurt?’

    ‘My erection’s getting scraped by the concrete,’ he admitted.

    ‘Hmmm. Well, turn over, slowly, and let me check it out.’ I wanted to be sure it wasn’t another trick. I didn’t trust him any further than I could throw this goddam mansion.

    He twisted as I raised myself a bit. I felt a large rod poke against me as he got onto his back. I looked down. Christ! What a big one! After seeing only two of the director’s conquests, I knew he was a certifiable size-queen. With a penchant for picking penile perfection.

    I settled down against the big meat. It felt terrific pressed against me. Our faces where close. Those violet eyes penetrated into my brain. My own erection throbbed. Those thick lips were moistened by a darting tongue. My tongue! He puckered up. I pressed downward. We kissed. It was heavenly! We kissed and kissed, frenching all the way.

    Gasping for air, he said, ‘I don’t know why you’ve got me so hot, but I want to make love to you. Right here. Right now.’

    ‘Yeah,’ I agreed. I knew why. It was a reaction to the realization that he was alive, safe, and in the hands of a man who, like himself, loved men. Who’d treat him right. It was the knowledge that he wasn’t dead. It’s a very strong emotion. An aphrodisiac.

    Me? I was just horny. The day’s excitement was my aphrodisiac.

    ‘Got some protection?’ I asked.

    ‘You’ll protect me, won’t you, Butch?’ he sighed, like a teenaged romantic.

    ‘Yeah, sure,’ I replied sarcastically, ‘but meantime, got a rubber?’

    ‘Oh! I thought you meant… Sure, in my bag.’ He reached in. I was ready for anything. He pulled out a big box of my brand of condoms. Triple XXX-Large. The right size for both of us.

    I grabbed two, got up to a kneeling position straddling his thighs, and opened a foil. As I did, I looked down. What a sight! His mammoth cock lay against his muscular belly up past his navel. His balls were still enclosed in the small bikini but were fully outlined and very large. I grabbed the bikini and pulled it down. I watched his cock swell in response. I grabbed it, planning to dress it in rubber, but the feel of it in my hand was marvelous. It was responsive, hard as iron, and hot, hot, hot! I gave it a few pumps as I leaned down to take a closer look. What a cock!

    Suddenly, I looked up. He had moved his hand and it scared me.

    It’d be dumb to let a big cock get me killed, I reasoned. But his hand came out of his bag holding a giant-economy-sized tube of KY.

    ‘Thought we might need this,’ he said with a sexy smile. ‘It’s a big one, isn’t it.’ He meant his cock, not the KY tube. It was a statement, not a boast. He knew what he had. It didn’t require explanation. World-class cocks never do.

    ‘Yeah, but give me that purse, man. If ya need somethin’ out of it, let me know.’ I threw the bag down by my feet. This was too much. I had to hold the gun, and his ‘gun,’ and deal with the condom, and worry about the bag and about his movements. And, shit, it was too much.

    ‘Let’s go somewhere else. I don’t like being out in the open with you if there’s a killer lurking around,’ I told him.

    His eyes got very big. His expression told me he was scared just by the thought of it. It also told me, once and for all, that he wasn’t the killer.

    ‘We could go into my cabaña.’

    ‘Okay. But don’t make any sudden moves. I’m nervous. I don’t like guns. So take it real slow and easy.’

    We got up. I realized the concrete had been hard on my knees. His whole body must have felt it. He walked slowly in front of me and I quietly removed the clip from the gun. And the bullet from the chamber.

    Inside the fancy little cabaña, which was almost the size of Jason’s whole house, I was led to a large bedroom. It was something out of a Valentino movie, with draperies and cushions and mirrors and oriental rugs – a real fuck-pit – everything except those two boys who stand in those movies with those fanned feathers on poles wafting them at you to keep you cool. But we didn’t want to keep cool. Todd had let his little bikini fall off as we walked, and now he was on his knees in front of me, helping me strip to the buff. As he unveiled my little soldier his eyes grew wide.

    ‘Man,’ he said, huskily, ‘it’s as big as mine!’ He was impressed, and surprised. And delighted. He grabbed me and we rolled around together on those comfortable rugs, trying to choke each other with our tongues.

    ‘Lemme suck it,’ he cried and went down on me. It felt great. He twisted around and suddenly I found myself with a big cockhead pointing me in the face. It looked great. I didn’t hesitate. I sucked it in and we enjoyed a terrific sixty-nine. He was good and so was I. Suddenly, he pulled back, coming off my cock.

    ‘I want this in me, man,’ he said panting with lust. ‘It’s been too fucking long since I’ve even seen a decent sized cock. I want it in me, man.’

    So much for the director’s size, I deduced, he likes ’em big but isn’t himself.

    Reluctantly, I let the big cock in my throat slip out. It was really suckable, and I was enjoying it. But he wanted some service, and I was going to give it to him. I peeled down the condom over my wet cock, opened the lube and took a dab, and aimed my finger at his ass and lubed him. He spread his legs wide for me.

    ‘Oooh! Do it!’ he sighed, and I slid right in. Now, I’ve been to Carlsbad Caverns, and I ain’t sayin’ he’s that big, but I think Will and I and two of our cousins could have shoved our cocks up there simultaneously. You meet men like this, sometimes. It’s like they’ve been fucked so often all the elastic’s run out of their body cells.

    But he looked great, and felt good, with his calves up on my shoulders, so I started to hump away, hoping my disappointment wouldn’t interfere with our enjoyment. But then something inside him clamped down on my meat like a vice-grip. All of a sudden, he rotated his hips, drew in his stomach, tightened his muscles, and massaged the shit out of my cock, causing my expression to change to amazement. This kid could fuck! Was trained to fuck! And we started banging into one another, jarring his balls, snapping mine against his ass, and really fucked. I mean fucked! Like champs! And the sight of his angelic face, his handsome build, and manly features helped put me over the top and I came. And came. And came!

    ‘Sit on this,’ he said excitedly, wagging the big weapon at me. I knew he was close to orgasm, himself. I rolled a condom onto the huge shaft and sank down upon it. It was like punching myself in the stomach. I can handle big ones, but this one was immense. Much thicker across than most. It really filled me up. I gave him what he wanted, rising up and sliding down that great pole as I worked every muscle I could to make it memorable.

    ‘Gee, this feel’s great, Butch,’ he sighed. ‘An ass with some animation, for a change.’ His asides didn’t flatter his boss.

    We stayed that way for a while, but he got more and more excited. Then, he reached up, pulled me down, rolled us over, and decided to give me the fucking of my life. He grunted and groaned, pumped and humped, banged and bumped, and fucked me six ways to Sunday. It was heavenly. But at this pace, it couldn’t last much longer. His eyes crossed, then closed; his entire body stiffened; and with sobs and grunts, he spurted out his enjoyment. Spurt after spurt. It was wonderful!

    Afterwards, having cleaned up and dressed, as I got ready to leave, I asked, ‘Anything else you know that might help me?’

    ‘I don’t know if it’ll do any good, but last night I overheard someone mention a club. Club Tantalize. On the Strip. It might mean nothing…’ he trailed off.

    ‘Hell, it’s a start. Thanks.’

    ‘Can I have my gun back?’ he asked calmly.

    ‘It’s on the sink in the bathroom. The bullets are in one of the cabinet drawers. But do me a favor, will ya?’

    ‘What’s that?’

    ‘Leave that fuckin’ thing where it is. You’re gonna kill someone with it and then regret it ’cause it’ll be the wrong guy. Lock yourself in here till I get back. Talk to no one. That way you’ll be safe.’

    ‘You’re coming back to me?’ he asked all innocent and excited like. It’s like it was the only thing he had heard. What a slut.

    * * * *

    I hate the Strip. Parking’s a bitch. Crowds annoy me. Pretty boys distract me. Everything’s so laid-back fucking phony. But I found my way into Club Tantalize, a rundown sleaze operation if I ever saw one. Dark. Much too dark. And smokier than L.A. on a bad day.

    I stumbled to the bar and ordered a seltzer. The large bartender scowled but returned with my drink and a bill for four gallons of the stuff. I paid right up and left a quarter for a tip. I figured a quarter was the right tip for a drink of water.

    As my eyes became accustomed to the dark, I noticed the place had more women in it than men. And most of the women looked like they were in show business. Like they were all made up for the stage. Then a spotlight hit the small stage and an entertainer started to sing and the whole thing fell into place. I should have known. It was a transvestite joint.

    I looked around. No redheads. I decided to mosey around, heading towards the toilets to see what I could find. No one seemed to pay any attention to me, so passing the can I opened one dressing room door after another until – there she was! The big redhead! When she spotted me, she bolted for a back door.

    Twice in one day I made a flying, horizontal tackle. And me, I’m no football player. But I got her good, high up, and we bounced to the floor and struggled and wrestled, and her voice got lower and lower, and her body felt stronger and stronger. And I got worried. And out of breath.

    Suddenly, as I grabbed at her face, it fell off! I’m not kidding. Her whole goddam face came off in my hand. It was, well, revolting. But there was no blood. As I looked up I found I was staring into the face of one of the most popular young leading men in Hollywood. The face of the star of a string of moneymaking movies. His face was in every magazine, on all the tabloid covers. Rumor had it he was filming in Africa, or China. But here he was, on the floor with me in some dump on the Strip. With a wig falling off, and dark red lipstick on those famous heartthrob lips, and an expression of fear in his eyes.

    ‘Christ!’ I whispered.

    ‘Oh, shit!’ he groaned.

    ‘Put your face back on, man,’ I suddenly commanded, ‘and let’s get the fuck out of here. If I found you, there’ll be a posse following at any moment.’

    He hesitated.

    ‘Move your ass, man! I ain’t kidding. We’re both in a lot of trouble if you’re found like this.’

    ‘You’ll help me?’ he asked in amazement.

    ‘Fuckin’ A! Get your ass in gear. Now!’

    I helped him to his feet. It dawned on him I was going to help so he hurried. With my assistance, we put him back into order. We reapplied the clever makeup. A clean, modest dress. A demure wig. Sunglasses. A scarf. Gloves and purse. He looked like little miss prissy. How anyone could mistake him for a girl was beyond me, but I had to admit the makeup was effective. We sneaked out the back before anyone came looking for me.

    * * * * *

    ‘I don’t believe it!’ I told him bluntly.

    ‘Ya gotta believe me, Butch, it’s the God’s honest truth.’ It sounded like he was saying lines from some cheap script he’d read somewhere. I’d heard bullshit in my line of work, but the story he’d just spun, as we drove up into the hills, was a corker.

    ‘So Jason was nude when you arrived and wanted a blowjob to keep quiet about you,’ I repeated sarcastically.

    ‘Yes! It’s the truth!’

    ‘And you, the love of every woman, and gay man, in America…’

    He interrupted. ‘My appeal is broader than that. I’m popular worldwide.’

    Just like fuckin’ actors! Egos out to here! ‘…Yeah, whatever. You gave Jason a blowjob.’

    ‘It’s true,’ he insisted.

    ‘And he knew who you were.’

    ‘Yes, of course. That’s why he was so insistent.’

    ‘Well, I gotta tell ya somethin’,’ I admitted. He nodded. ‘I examined Jason after he was shot.’

    ‘Yes?’ He was curious. I heard it in his voice. He wondered where this was leading.

    ‘I found lipstick.’

    ‘I told you it was me. I’m wearing lipstick.’ He sounded elated to be confirming this clue.

    ‘Well…’ I said slowly, hesitantly, ‘…he had a big cock…’

    ‘That’s for sure,’ he said earnestly.

    ‘The lipstick…’ I said and paused for effect, ‘…was at the base of that big cock. Someone with a whole lot of talent put it there.’

    ‘I put it there, Butch, believe me, and if you had a cock as big as Jason’s I could prove it.’

    ‘My cock’s at least as big as his,’ I offered.

    ‘Oh!’ he said. I heard both surprise and interest in the way he pronounced that little word. I looked over at him. His eyes shown brightly despite the bizarre makeup. It made me realize I was one of his many fans that he’d fooled completely.

    ‘So the killer took you for a prostitute and told you to get the fuck out of there, is that right?’ I asked continuing my interrogation. I’d get back to that particular proof in a minute.

    ‘Yes, and Jason used my fake name, Nancy, to tell me to get out. He protected me. I never thought he’d get shot. Believe me. If I had thought that, I would have stayed to try to help him. But he made me think he wasn’t in any danger, so I snuck out the back, just like I’d snuck in.’

    ‘Why were you in drag in the first place?’

    ‘Jason had phoned me. He told me Bruno had been killed.’

    ‘So?’

    ‘Well,’ he said sheepishly, ‘He knew Bruno and I used to be…’ he paused.

    ‘Lovers?’ I asked. I was amazed.

    ‘Yeah. Jason thought someone might be after me, too. It scared me to death, so I got a makeup artist I know to help with this disguise.’

    ‘So tell me, godamit, who was the killer?’

    ‘I don’t know.’

    ‘Wadda ya mean, you don’t know. You saw him, didn’t you?’

    ‘Sure. But I don’t know who he is. I didn’t recognize him. I never saw him before.’

    ‘You know the director I’m doing this job for, don’t you?’

    ‘Sure. He directed one of my best films. You must have seen it. It was…’

    Now he was his own publicist. Egos! What shit! ‘Yeah. Yeah,’ I interrupted. ‘You’re telling me the guy who shot Jason was not the director. You’re not covering up for him, are you?’ I was getting annoyed.

    ‘No! I swear. I never saw the guy before.’

    ‘What did he look like?’

    ‘I’m not sure. You gotta remember what I was doing when he came in. It was sort of embarrassing, getting caught that way. You know, my reputation. Publicity. My fans.’

    ‘What did he look like?’ I repeated. It was like trying to deal with a conceited girl, for Christ’s sake.

    ‘I don’t know. Tall. Older, but still handsome, in a way. I can’t remember any details.’

    ‘Did Jason call him by name?’ A suspicion was growing in the back of my mind. (Have you figured out who it might be, yet?)

    ‘Well,’ he said slowly, drawing out the word as he thought about it. ‘Wait! As I was leaving I heard Jason say something like ‘Henry’ or ‘Harry.’ Oh, I don’t remember.’

    ‘Concentrate. Think about it.’

    ‘It was…’ he paused. It seemed that he was really trying to remember. I liked that. I was starting to trust him. Then he said, ‘It was that movie name…’

    Before he could continue, I picked up the car-phone and called Will.

    * * * * *

    ‘Well, I guess you’re a hero, now,’ the movie star was saying. He had started to remove his makeup by first tearing off the rubber facemask. ‘Your cop buddy must be real happy about catching the killer.’ Then, as I watched, somehow getting aroused by his activity, he used tissues to wipe off the eye shadow and eyeliner after he’d removed the false eyelashes. I saw that he was just about ready to remove the lipstick.

    ‘Hold it!’ I demanded. He looked startled. I had nabbed his attention. ‘I’m still not convinced you’re the one who put the lipstick on Jason’s…’

    He was quick to catch on. His hand darted over to my crotch and before you could call out ‘Lights! Camera! Action!’ he had my fly open, my cock tugged out, and my erection halfway down his throat.

    Jesus! I thought, Look who’s goin’ down on me! Oooh, he’s good! Oooh, he likes it! Aloud, I said, ‘Yeah, take it. Suck my cock, man. Yeah, that feels terrific. What a cocksucker! What a handsome cocksucker!’ Talking dirty to this year’s most popular screen idol. It was great. It was over-stimulating. I think I came before he could give final proof and make it all the way to the base of my wanger. But I no longer cared. Coming in him was enough of a reward for me. Enough proof that he was one of us.

    ‘Fuck! That got me hot, man! Look at this,’ he cried sitting up, raising the modest dress he was wearing and, pulling down dainty little panties, he revealed a nice, handsome erection, leaking lube. It was then, in that instant, I realized why he had not recognized Harvey, who turned out to be the director’s jealous ex-lover, as the killer. His dick was average sized. I realized that once the director had seen it, and he probably saw it during their filming on location together, he would not be interested. No size queen worth her salt would be.

    Well, size queen or not, I take my pleasures in any sized packaging. I know a good cock when I see one! And I needed no second request to go down on the cock of this, the handsomest, sexiest man in Hollywood!

    * * * * *

    I phoned Todd and told him the news. He begged me not to tell the director about our afternoon’s little tryst. When I asked, ‘What little tryst?’ he sounded very grateful.

    Then I phoned Will. He was all excited. The capture and confession had gone very smoothly. The Captain congratulated him and, as an afterthought, said, ‘Tell your little dick friend he’s off the hook, for now.’ We laughed.

    Then Will said, ‘I’m just getting off work now, little dick friend.’

    ‘Meet me at my place. I’ll give you a good meal,’ I offered.

    ‘I could use something to eat,’ he said huskily.

    ‘I got plenty of meat.

    ‘Yeah, I know. So do I! I’ll be there by eight.’

    It was just another day in L.A. But being a private dick here does have its moments!

  • The Conference

    ‘Brad, are you sure you want to get fucked?’ Mark asked.

    ‘Yes, Mark, I am. You have warned me what to expect. Besides, I said I wanted to experience everything and I meant it. Fuck me, damn it!’

    ‘Okay, but if at any time you want me to stop, just say so and I will,’ he said.

    I just nodded as he lubed my ass and his cock. With the lube still on his fingers, he began loosening me up.

    As he slid several fingers in and out of my ass, I moaned softly in pleasure.

    ‘I like that,’ I said.

    ‘Maybe so, but a cock in there is much different.’

    ‘Show me. Take your fingers out and show me.’

    Mark removed his fingers and gt into position. As I felt his cock head gently press against my hole, I grabbed a pillow to muffle any possible screams.

    Mark pressed forward, literally. I felt my hole opening and the head began to slide in. Then it happened. The head popped in and as it did, I screamed into the pillow.

    ‘SON…OF…A…BITCH! FUCK THAT HURTS!’

    ‘Just relax,’ he said. I’m going to hold still for a minute and let you get used to it. Then, as I start to go in deeper, push out gently.’

    I nodded that I understood. Moments later, he gently began slowly pistoning in and out a little at the time. I did as he had said and the pain subsided to where it was more of a discomfort than pain.

    After a short while, he looked down into my eyes and asked, ‘How you holding up?’

    ‘Fine,’ I said. ‘Keep going. It’s feeling pretty good.’

    ‘I can’t keep going,’ he said.

    ‘Why not?’

    ‘Brad, I’m all the way in. You’ve got it all.’

    ‘Holy shit! That whole thing is up my ass?’

    ‘Yep. Now to do some fucking. I’ll start slow and easy, but I can’t promise how it will turn out as I get close to my climax.’

    ‘I don’t care. Just fuck me. I want to feel your load shooting in me.’

    Mark began pistoning in and out and as he did I began to moan with pleasure.

    ‘Fuck, that’s feeling awesome. Man, I’m loving this.’

    After a while, Mark began to speed up and I knew he was beginning to reach his climax.

    ‘Yea, that’s it. Fuck me. Shoot that load.’

    He got faster and harder.

    ‘Yea! Fuck me, Mark.’

    Suddenly, he said, ‘Oh shit! I’m almost there. Man, your ass is so damn hot and tight. I love it. Get ready. I’m about to shoot.’

    ‘Do it,’ I said. ‘Give me that big load.’

    ‘Oh fuck! NOW!!!’ he cried, shoving his cock in all the way as it began firing huge volleys of his cum deep into my ass. The feeling of his cock throbbing, combined with the feel of his hot cum shooting up in me was fantastic.

    I was close to shooting myself and began to quickly jerk myself to a climax. He tried to pull out and take my cock into his mouth to receive my load but as his mouth was almost there, my cock exploded, sending my huge load all over his face. He held his position and let me empty my load in his face.

    When I was finished, I looked into his cum covered face, saying ‘Man, I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold it back.’

    ‘Hey, no problem. To be honest, I love cum facials,’ he said as he began scraping my cum into his mouth with his fingers.

    For some unknown reason to me, I leaned forward ad began licking my own cum off his face, collecting it in my mouth. When I had his face clean, I kissed him and shared my load with him.

    After the kiss, he looked at me and said, ‘Where did you learn that? I didn’t teach it to you.’

    ‘I don’t know. It just seemed to be the thing to do,’ I replied.

    ‘It was and you did great.’ We kissed again, after which he suggested that we shower.

    After the shower, we cuddled in bed. As we gently and lovingly caressed each others body, I said, ‘I want you to fuck me regularly. I loved it.’

    ‘Well, with us in the conference all day, between sucking and fucking, it looks like our evenings will be quite busy.’

    ‘Well, with us both taking next week off, we’ll have all day and night for whatever we want.’

    ‘Very true,’ he replied. ‘I can’t wait.’

    We managed to complete the conference and each checked out of our respective hotels, getting a room at a nice, but less expensive, motel.

    The evening of our first day at the new motel, we went to dinner and saw an adult video a couple of bocks away. As we ate dinner, Mark asked if I had ever been to one. I said yes and that I had several guys trying to get into my booth.

    ‘Man, they were wanting to suck you.’

    ‘I know what they wanted, but I was still unsure and scared. I just couldn’t do it. Have you ever done anything in one of those places?’

    ‘Yea, I have. There is one I have been to a few times that has several glory holes between the booths. Sometimes it’s kind of hot to suck the cock of a guy and never see his face. They are usually the married guys that just want to get sucked then get the hell out of there. I’ve done it a time or two, but I prefer to share a booth with a guy and see who I’m having sex with.’

    ‘Damn!’ I replied.

    ‘By seeing who you’re with, and if you feel comfortable with him, you can invite him home for more fun.’

    ‘Have you?’

    ‘A few,’ Mark replied.

    We returned to our room and had hot passionate sex for several hours, not worrying about what time we had to get up.

    That afternoon, I decided to ask Mark a question I had wondered about.

    As we sat on the small sofa cuddling nude, I asked, ‘Mark, have you ever had sex with more than one guy at a time?’

    ‘Yes, I have. Why?’

    ‘I was just wondering,’ I said. ‘What was it like?’

    ‘It’s awesome. You can be doing something with one guy while the other does something to you. On one occasion, I was fucking one guy while sucking another. That was along time ago, though.’

    ‘Would you like to do it again?’

    ‘With you and another guy?’

    ‘Yea.’

    ‘You’re wanting to try it aren’t you?’

    ‘Yes, I am.’

    ‘Sure, if you want to, but I have to be honest. I think a lot of you and might get jealous when he starts sucking you.’

    ‘I think a lot of you also, but just remember this. You get me all you want for the rest of the week but he only gets me once. Besides, I’m not sure how I’ll feel when he sucks or fucks you.’

    ‘He’s not going to fuck me. Only you get that privilege.’

    ‘Well, I’ll save mine for only you.’

    ‘Let’s get dressed then and go see what we can find,’ he said.

    We did, and as we walked to the adult arcade, he suggested, ‘Let’s check the guys out separately and then get together and see which one we agree on.’

    ‘Sounds good.’

    We got to the arcade ad went to the video room, separating. There were numerous guys walking around and following each of us. After several minutes, we decided on a guy about our age wearing slacks and a sport shirt. He was well built and nice looking. Mark said he would see if he could get him in a booth and if he could, he’d make the offer of a three way.

    After making eye contact with him, the man followed Mark to a booth. A couple minutes later, Mark came out smiling and whispered, ‘Let’s go. He’s going to meet us there.’

    As we walked back, Mark said, ‘He thought we were vice cops. it was hard convincing him. I had to tell him about our meeting at a conference and that you’re just coming out and wanted to have your first three way. He agreed and will be at the room in a few minutes.’

    We got to the room and stripped and waited. No more than five minutes later passed before there was a knock at the door. When mark opened the door to let him in and he saw us both nude and semi boned he smiled and said, ‘Hot damn, nice.’

    ‘I’m Mark and this is Brad. Why don’t you get comfortable.’

    As he undressed, he smiled and said, ‘I’m Jim. nice to meet you. What all you two into?’

    ‘Well, to be honest, we’re both tops and love oral.’

    ‘Love oral here myself,’ he said after removing his shirt and dropping his pants. ‘I also love to bottom. You can both have my ass.’

    ‘How long can you stay?’ Mark asked.

    Glancing at his watch,he said, ‘I need to be going before five. That will give us about three hours.’

    I noticed a gold wedding band and asked, ‘You married?’

    ‘Yea, that a problem?’

    ‘Not for us,’ Mark said.

    ‘Well she has no idea I love sex with men, and I hope to keep it that way. When you made the suggestion to meet, having seen you two together, I was afraid you were vice cops. The last thing I need is to get arrested.’

    ‘You don’t have to worry about that with us. We just want sex,’ I told him.

    ‘Perfect,’ he said, now totally nude. He was extremely muscular and built and we commented on it.

    ‘I manage one of my father-in-laws gyms here in town. That’s why I have to be discreet. If it gets out, I loose not only my job and my wife, but the gyms also. He’s leaving them to my wife and I when he croaks.’

    ‘Nice and be assured that our lips are sealed. Well, sealed except for opening them to suck your cock.’

    He smiled and said, ‘First, I want a sample of yours.’

    He knelt before us and first started sucking Mark, then after a couple of moments he began sucking me.

    Soon, as he sucked Mark, I had my cock up his ass pounding away.

    Before he left, he had sucked us both off, swallowing our loads, we had each sucked him off and swallowed his huge loads, and we had both fucked his ass, plus done a lot of kissing and rimming.

    He dressed and as he left he said, ‘Thanks guys. This has been the best afternoon I’ve had in ages.’

    ‘Our pleasure,’ Mark said.

    After Jim left, Mark looked at me and asked, ‘Well, how did you like it?’

    ‘It was great. It was hot siting back and watching you fuck him and him suck you. It was my first time seeing two guys have sex.’

    ‘Well, when you’re reloaded I want you up my ass.’

    ‘Same here,’ I replied kissing him.

    All too soon the week was over and we had to say our good byes.

    ‘Brad, I’m going to miss you terribly. I’ve never gotten this close to anyone before in this short amount of time.’

    ‘I’m going to miss you also. I’ve never been this close to a guy before.’

    We exchanged phone numbers and e-mail addresses, promising to keep in touch, and we did. We talked by phone on weekends and e-mailed almost daily, although I did find other guys to have sex with.

    When I returned o work, everyone, even my boss, commented how much happier I seemed to be. I couldn’t tell them why although I wanted to.

    Then I took a long weekend and flew to see Mark and spend the weekend with him. It was awesome.

    I told Mark that I had heard that one of the guys was thinking of retiring in the next few months and asked if he would like me to mention him to my boss. He said definitely.

    ‘You do realize that we can get back to regular sex with each other,’ I said.

    ‘That’s what I was hoping. You haven’t found a steady guy have you?’

    ‘Well, I haven’t been celibate, but no one can compare to you,’ I said.

    ‘Same here. I think of you daily.’

    Three months later I called Mark telling him that my boss wanted to interview him. Mark flew in and I met him at the airport.

    ‘The boss wanted to put you up at a hotel but I suggested he could save the money if you stayed with me. That put a feather in my cap as they say.’

    ‘I was hoping I would be staying with you,’ he said.

    We got to my place and immediately stripped and had hot passionate sex. I took him out to dinner that night before more sex.

    Mark had his interview the next morning and was offered the job. He returned home and gave notice and three weeks later he was living with me.

    Mark had been with me two months when one Saturday afternoon as we sat by my pool, he looked at me and said casually, ‘Brad, I’ve fallen in love.’

    ‘What?’ I asked. ‘Fallen in love with who?’

    I wasn’t prepared for what I heard next.

    ‘Brad, I’ve fallen in love with you. When we were at the conference and the following week, I knew I cared for you deeply. Then we were apart I was miserable. The weekend you spent with me made me realize how much I loved you. I’d be honored to have you as my lover.’

    ‘Mark, I wasn’t expecting this. I admit you are special to me but I need some time to think this over.’

    ‘I understand. Take your time.’

    All that day, Mark’s comments was all I could think about. When we went to bed, he suggested we refrain from sex because he didn’t want to influence my decision. I lay awake thinking and remembering how lonely I was when he wasn’t around. I never dreamed I be asked to be another man’s partner in life.

    I finally dozed off and began dreaming. In the dream, for some reason Mark drifted out of my life and I was miserable. I woke up suddenly, checking to make sure he was still next to me. He was.

    I reached over and gently shook him. ‘Baby, wake up. Wake up, baby.’

    ‘Huh? Is something wrong?’ he asked sitting up.

    ‘No baby. Everything is perfect.’

    ‘Then why did you wake me up?’

    ‘Baby, let’s consummate our union. I love you.’

    ‘You mean you’ll be my partner?’

    ‘Oh yes. Your partner for life but mainly your lover.’

    We lovingly consummated our union as one, never to be two again.

    THE END


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  • Graduation Trip-Weekend Getaway

    It was summer, actually July, it was hot, we had just graduated several weeks before, and now making our plans as to what to do with the rest of our lives.

    I had planned to work a while, make some extra cash with my Dad as a helper in the construction company he was a Foreman for, before going to college.

    I was at that crossroads, not knowing whether I was going to go down the straight path sexually to please others and look the part, or be what I really was down deep in my heart,gay.

    I guess my introduction to gay sex had come when I was just fourteen and I was in the country at my grandparents farm, my cousin Lanny, was seventeen at that time and we were both staying the summer at the farm, we had to share a bedroom upstairs in Grandpa’s and Grandma’s farm house.

    We were having a great time there, helping grandpa doing some of the farm chores, helping grandma do some things and enjoying some of that awesome home cooking Grandma’s are so famous far.

    And there was the fun things too.

    It was on a Friday afternoon, Lanny and I decided to go to the large pond, actually a small lake on the backside of the Grandpa’s farm, and do a little fishing.

    Grandpa and Grandma had gone into town some twenty miles away to do some shopping and buy some groceries and supplies.

    I had not yet at this time realized much about sex other than I had learned that I could rub my dick and shoot out baby making sperm, which always felt awesome.

    Yeah, you might say I was young, dumb and full of cum.

    My cousin Lanny was several years older and quite a bit more experienced, and we got to the fishing hole and Lanny had to piss.

    Lanny whipped out his cock, and being a youngster it looked huge to me, mine was six inches, I know, I had measured it,and I guess for a fourteen year old that was pretty big, but Lanny was almost eighteen, and his cock looked like it came off a horse.

    I was just staring at his cock as he pissed, Lanny noticed and said, ‘Big ain’t it? it’s the biggest one in my gym class at High School.’

    All I could do was stare and say ‘WOW Lanny! it’s bigger than my Dads,’ and I had seen my Dads, and thought it was big, ‘just how big is it anyway?’ I asked

    ‘Me and a buddy measured it hard one day after school, and it’s almost 9 inches long, and almost 6 inches around, Nice HUH, Wanna touch it?’ he said.

    ‘Can I?’ I said.

    ‘Sure, It loves to be touched and rubbed, I bet you rub yours too, don’t you?’ he asked.

    ‘Yeah I do, but don’t all guys rub theirs?’ I ask.

    ‘Yeah, they do, but it really feels better if someone else rubs it for you’ he said.

    ‘Really, I never did that before,’ I walked over and touched his now hard cock, it was awesome feeling, it had a foreskin, just like mine, it was hard as rock, yet so soft and velvety feeling, it was fantastic to feel. I took it in hand and slid his foreskin back exposing a very thick, bluish pink hard shiny head,with a bit of clear liquid forming at the slit.

    Lanny bit his lower lip and moaned softly, ‘that feels really good,’ he said.

    ‘Keep doing it, yeah that’s it,….. faster,… go a little faster.’

    I was standing beside Lanny with his hard-on in my hand, stroking his cock like crazy, my own dick was like concrete in my briefs, I couldn’t believe I was enjoying doing this to my cousin.

    ‘Oh shit man, don’t stop, Oh shit, Oh shit AH,,,,,,,,UGHMMMMMMMM!!!!! Lanny groaned and I felt his body began to jerk and he was grunting and moaning as his cock started shooting a load of cum like a fire hose blasting water, it shot a good ten feet out in long streams of pearly white cum.

    I kept pumping his cock, ‘OH shit man stop, it’s so sensitive, I Looked up into his eyes which were closed and he was getting his breath.

    Lanny stood there and finally pulled his white briefs and his trousers.

    I smiled at him and he said, ‘Wow that was fantastic. After a couple seconds he ask,’You want me to do you now?’ .

    I was sorta excited about the prospect of seeing what that felt like, Lanny seemed to really enjoy it.

    ‘Yes Please,’ I responded.

    I was a little embarrassed when I dropped my trousers and briefs and out stood my six inches, now it wasn’t like Lanny’s mind you but it was fairly thick, and a nice hand full for any guy.

    Lanny reached over and wrapped his hand around my cock and began to bring sensations to bear on my dick, I felt almost faint with the pleasures he was making in my body, I closed my eyes and he stopped a second and I was anxious to feel it some more, I had my eyes closed in anticipation, and then I felt this hot wet sensation going though my cock and into my body, and I gasped from the awesome feeling I was feeling, it was phenomenal, I gasped and opened my eyes to see what was happening’

    I looked down and saw Lanny on his knees in front of me, with my cock all the way to the balls in his mouth, and the feeling was totally out of this world.

    I placed my hand on the back of his head and began a natural pumping with my hips sliding my harder than steel cock in and out of Lanny’s mouth.

    I was at the point of no return when I heard myself saying, Lanny you better get off, I’m gonna squirt the stuff, Lanny reached around behind my ass and pulled me deeper into his mouth, and with one hand he held me tight, the other he massaged my tight balls and then took my cock to the balls into his mouth and throat as I began to buck and thrash while the most powerful climax filled his throat, I didn’t see it but it felt like I shot a cup full of cum into Lanny’s mouth.

    I was mesmerized as Lanny licked and swallowed every little drip of my cum shot, and kept licking it until it was all in his mouth and swallowed.

    I was drained and exhausted, as Lanny stood up and said. ‘Well Kid how did you like your first time getting a blow-job?’ he ask.

    Lanny leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, ‘That’s just the beginning, we’re going to really enjoy the summer together this year on the farm and Fuck man, did we ever.

    I learned to fuck, suck, get fucked, eat ass and get eaten, it was the most awesome summer of my young life.

    It was summertime four years later, I was eighteen when my two best friend called me one Thursday night and asked me if I wanted to go on a three day week-end getaway, I thought it was going to be a wonderful idea.

    My best friends were Wesley and Lesley Jenson, twins and they were both very handsome and hot sexually, tho I had never done anything sexual with either of them, It was’t because I hadn’t wanted too.

    I got my gear packed and ready the they came by about 4 the next evening, we stopped and got some goodies and camping supplies, and a little extra fishing gear and headed out on a four hour drive to the lake where their Dad owned a cabin.

    It was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen, a lake front cabin back several miles in the woods nestled against some gorgeous landscapes scenery around, it was a perfect place.

    Lesley even suggested that we go nude around the camp sight, I just smiled, thinking he was kidding.

    I was standing outside the cabin looking at the gorgeous scene in front of me when Lesley walked up behind me and said, well are you going to join the party, I looked around and Lesley was naked as the day he was born, and I gasped at what I saw,

    I thought that My cousin Lanny had a big cock, Lesley’s cock was the biggest I had ever seen.

    I just looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.

    ‘Holy Shit Lesley, just how big is that thing?’ I ask to his smiling face.

    ‘Well the last time I measured when it hard it measures almost ten inches. and its as thick as my wrist.’ he said, ‘But Wesley’s is almost an inch longer than mine, but the same around.’ he said.

    ‘Pure love making machinery,’ he said with a giggle as he jerked it a few time for my benefit.

    I still had my walking shorts on but In a way I was glad, it hid the boner I was sporting as we stood there chatting.

    Well about an hour Lesley got dressed and we decided to go to the town and get a few things that we had forgotten I was riding in the middle of these two, guy, I was sure that somewhere during this three day get-a-way I was going to have to put the moves on Lesley but fate took over for me.

    We were on our way back from the town about seven miles away, and Wesley pulled the pickup over and stopped, put the pickup in park and quietly looked over at me, Wesley was in the drivers seat, I was in the middle and Lesley was on the other side of me.

    I looked over at Wesley, ‘Whats the matter, a problem with the truck or something.’ I ask.

    ‘No, Lesley and I just want to have a little chat with you.’ Wesley said.

    ‘You see there’s something we want to find out.’

    Lesley smiled and said, I was just wondering what you would do if I, reached down and began doing this,’ Lesley’s hand went down to the bulge in my shorts and began to massage my cock, Fuck did it ever feel fantastic.

    ‘ Well, I would probably get a boner and want to rape you, because I haven’t gotten a nut in several days now, and It feels fucking fantastic.

    Lesley Leaned over and began to kiss my lips as he continued rubbing my swelling bulge.

    As Leslie kissed my lips, Wesley leaned down lifted up my tee-shirt and began to suck and lick my nipples, as he undid his shorts and pulled out his thick boner and began to stroke it.

    Lesley was working my crotch with is right hand and kissing me when I felt his hand slide upward and slip in under the elastic of my shorts and I felt his hand go around my cock, wow was I ever in a state of bliss, two handsome guys working on my body at once, a fucking dream come true.

    I said.’Hey guys, lets take this back to the cabin so we can get free and comfortable, and do this right.

    We got back to the cabin and then got naked in the bed room of the cabin, and by the time I got onto the bed, I was kissing the lips of Lesley and Wesley had my legs up in the air, eating my asshole with one hell of a hot tongue.

    I wanted to pinch myself to see if this was real or not but then if it wasn’t I didn’t want it to end.

    I was so wet, Lesley was sucking my cock, working it over like mad as his twin brother worked it around so he was sliding his ten inch cock slowly up into my asshole, it felt like I had died and gone to heaven.

    I had told Lesley to get up and let me suck his cock as Wesley hammered my asshole mercilessly, I was feeling nothing but pure pleasure.

    I have no idea that These two guys liked to have sex with other dudes but I wasn’t sorry. I had thought it would be just a week-end of fishing and camping, straight guy style,.But who could have ask for anything better, I was about to bust a nut when I felt Wesley began to ram it home to the hilt, I wanted his seed in me and I began to pump my ass back up at him as he fucked me like mad.

    I was feeling Lesley’s cock slide down my throat as I deep throated him too, and then Wesley let out a loud yell and I felt his warm semen ejaculating from his hose deep into my intestines,

    He had no sooner let out his yell shooting his load into my body than I heard Lesley whimpering as saying, ‘Here it comes man, take it all, please take it,’ and I did, I swallowed every bit of his cum, it was fantastic.

    As Lesley finished up shooting his load into my throat, I felt Wesley’s mouth sucking on my cock, it only took about three minutes of his hot, wet mouth sliding up and down on my hard meat, and I began flooding his mouth with my cum.

    We all three lay back, naked on the bed and totally exhausted went to sleep, later after we had recouped from the fun we had had, we went for a skinny dip in the lake, and then fixed some supper, Later that night we discussed what we had done, they thought maybe I was gay but wasn’t sure, and were gonna find out one way or another on this camp-out, they had wanted to get it on with me for several years but just didn’t want to take the chance of maybe offending me.

    Well, now the cat’s out of the bag so to speak and you cant count the time we have had our threesomes together, and always its one hell of a wonderful time.

    And to top that off, I have even had cousin Lanny come by and we have played in a foursome together.

    Life is wonderful.


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  • The New Maintenance Man

    I was really doing my best to work my way up the corporate ladder as a corporate financial planner.

    I worked extra duty work at the company and was really doing well.

    My name is Ken Whitehorse, I’m of native Indian descent, but I went to state university and I giopt my degree in business management and finances.

    I had worked for the company now for several years and I thought I knew most everyone in the building.

    It was on my coffee break, which was just about anytime I decided I needed one, we weren’t on a rigid work schedule and was allowed to take breaks when we so desired.

    I had gone to the break room on our floor and was pouring a hot cup of fresh coffee when in walked this awesome dude, my heart began to beat fast, and I felt feelings that I had supressed for several years, at least at the company I worked for.

    I just thought letting them know I was into men, actually gay was not a good Idea.

    I was pouring my cup of coffee when I noticed Alex walk in and set his cup down beside mine, ‘mind pouring me a cup while your pouring?’ he ask.

    ‘Not at all,’ I responded as I looked up and our eyes met.

    My first thoughts was ‘holy shit he’s good looking, handsome in a rugged sort of way,’

    ‘ Hi! I’m Alex, the new maintenance man, just started lsast week,’ he said.

    ‘Hey, I’m Ken, glad to meet you Alex, want to set and chat and have coffee with me?’ I ask.

    ‘Sure man, haven’t met many people since I started, been to busy getting aquainted with the job, Where do you work?’ he ask.

    ‘I’m in financial planning dept, across the hall,’ I said.

    ‘Well I was a maintenance man in the last job I had in an apartment building back home in Ft. Worth. Its was crumby job but it paid pretty good.’

    I was smitten with his handsome looks and when he turned around to set down beside me, I noticed something that always catches my eye, his cock was hanging down like a hose down his leg, fuck me, it looked like it was ten inches long and very thick, and it was still soft.

    I swallowed my tongue and he just looked into my eyes and took a sip of his coffee and smiled.

    ‘Well Alex, I don’t see a ring on your finger, but working maintenance that don’t mean anything, are you married?’ I ask hoping for the best.

    ‘Hell No, I had a female once and she like to drove me crazy, finally I decided that’s all for me brother, and I dumped her like a hot potato.’

    ‘A guy can find pleasure in other ways I always say.’ he said.

    ‘Man, you got that right!’ I quickly responded, then I wondered if he might take it the wrong way and get suspicious about me.

    ‘Well Alex, have you lived in this area long or are you a newcomer to our city?’ I asked.

    ‘I moved up here from Fort Worth, Texas about a month ago, hoping to find some work,My sister lives here on the south-side of the city, I had some bad experiences with some undesirables, if you take my meaning.’ he said as he slowly sipped his coffee, so I moved up here to get away.

    We finally went our ways that day, and was very friendly to each other when we saw each other, I had told him I was single, not attached or seeing anyone.

    I was taking some folders to the financial dept. turning in some business reports, when Alex came up to me in the hallway, ‘Hey Ken, What you doing this Saturday, I got a couple tickets to a classic car show at the Family Arena, I was just wondering if you would like to go with me, I don’t really know anyone else to ask, I would really like your company.

    I of course jumped at the chance to be with Alex, every time I saw him the first place my eyes would look it between his legs and I thoroughly enjoyed that awesome looking bulge, god I wanted to enjoy more that just looking at it.

    Well Alex seemed to be as happy about me accepting his invitation as I was in taking him up on it.

    Friday afternoon, Alex came by my desk and ask if I was all set to go. I of course told him I was really excited about going, well truth is I do like to see Classic Cars, and it will be a time to get out and do something beside watch t.v and be bored at home.

    I was so glad to see Alex before we left, I told him I would see him about ten the next morning and we would make a day of it.

    I got up acting like a young buck on his first date.

    As I was showering, my mind wandered fantasizing about Alex’s bulge and wondering if it was cut or uncut, and if he might possibly be interested in having it sucked by a guy, god I wanted to taste it, to suck his essence from his body, to feel it sliding up my manhole, I knew it would hurt some but I wanted the priviledge of trying at least.

    I wanted to jerk off thinking of it, but I also wanted to save myself just in case..

    I slept like a baby that night, anxious as a kid going to sleep on Christmas eve.

    It was ten the next morning, I was so excited that I couldn’t eat a bite for breakfast.

    Alex came to the front door of my apartment, and I opened, I wanted to kiss him but thought better of it.

    ‘Hey Ken, Morning kid all ready to go?’

    ‘I feel like a kid on his first date.’ I said.

    ‘That good?’ Alex said with a big grin.

    I looked down and there was that log laying down his leg on the inside of his jeans. I wanted to rip them off and eat Alex alive, it was beginning to get too me.

    We got into his pickup truck and headed for the arena.

    I looked over to Alex, ‘You look very nice this morning Alex,’ I said.

    Alex looked over and smiled and winked at me, I wanted to crawl in the glove compartment. I blushed.

    ‘Can I ask you something Ken,’ Alex Said.

    ‘Sure Alex, I’ll try to answer if I know the answer,’ I said.

    ‘Oh You’ll know the answer to this question Ken.’ he said.

    ‘I was just wondering, are you? you know, gay, do you like men.’ Alex said.

    ‘Why, what makes you ask a question like that?’ my face turning a very bright shade of undeniable red blush.

    ‘Well I have noticed almost every time I come around you, your eyes always find their way to my crotch and my bulging cock. Actually one day while we were enjoying a cup of coffee in the break, I was setting beside you and you were staring at my cock bulge, I noticed your cock was about to split your trousers with a huge hard bulging cock of your own, it was a quite impressive boner sticking up in your trousers too.’ he said.

    I looked up into Alex’s eyes, ‘I might as well tell you the truth man, I have admired that bulging cock of yours ever since the first time I saw it. God it looks massive and awesome.’

    ‘So then the answer is YES, your gay.’

    ‘Yes I’m Gay, you want to dump me as a friend I’ll understand,’ I said.

    ‘Why the fuck would I want to dump you, I want you to have sex with me man, I just needed to be sure, and so as not to make a problem for us both at work, lets skip the car show and head for my place and get it on, I’m hornier than you can imagine and I need some nut relief,’ he said.

    I smiled a great big smile, ‘Jackpot’ I said out-loud.’

    Alex just smiled a big grin and reached over and rubbed the inside of my leg, gently touching my already bone hard cock. ‘Nice, very nice,’ Alex said.

    We pulled into his place, Alex lived in a trailer park, he had a really nice three bedroom trailer; walked up to the door and went in.

    Alex led me to the bedroom.

    As we entered into his bedroom Alex pulled me to him and began to kiss me, ‘I have wanted to do this ever since that afternoon when I realized you were turned on seeing my cock, and I have jerked of to the idea of having sex with you many times.

    Alex began to undress me, and as he slid my briefs and my swollen rigid cock stood up naked and wanting, I began to undress Alex, god he was awesome looking, he was nicely built with very defined muscles, he was about thirty one, and had very rippled abs, his chest was thick and defined but when I saw his Texas sized meat, hanging down between his legs, I realized it was already hard but so thick and large it just hung down.

    I knelt down and slid his foreskin back and engulfed his thick cockhead and took as much of his massive thick cock into my throat as I could handle, I heard his moan as I began to give him an awesome workover with my mouth.

    I reached up and felt his lemon sized testicles hanging down and realized I had one huge dude sexually in my grasp.

    When I finally got him to pop a load his load was just like the cock and balls huge and I was leaking cum out both sides of my mouth as he grunted like a bear and began to unload his semen into my throat and mouth, it was fantastic, my dream had now been realized.

    Alex was a perfect Gentle man, he lay over and after he had spent his last little drop of cum into my throat, He began to suck me like a pro, I realized he was not a newcomer at this thing called sucking a cock, and I was enjoying his talented hot mouth and what it was doing to my senses.

    After Alex had swallowed my load, he thanked me, he hadn’t had sex with anyone male or female for almost four years, and was really needing someone to make him feel whole again.

    We got ready to go again and went to the car show, it was half over and we stayed and both acted to each other like newly found lovers, which we were I guess, it was awesome.

    We spent the night at my place and I found out I could take that cock full length my asshole that night, Alex told me he thought he was falling in love with me as he gently fucked the living daylights out of me and we both hugged tightly as he slid his cock to the balls deeply into my intestines and filled me with his man-seed. I loved the feeling so much I felt his hand go around my hard-on and I shot a load all over my stomach as I lay there with Alex’s cock balls deep inside my body.

    That was the most awesome day of my life at least to this point and Alex and I share a three bedroom trailer now.

    Alex and I have had such wonderful sex with each other and I have never regretted a day with him.


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  • Shooting a Game of Pool

    A couple hours down the road I pulled over to a rest stop to change.

    I had a pair of cargos that were cut way low and tight, a tank top too small that looked like a second skin and a button down that was tight around my big bi’s which had to hang open showing off my torso.

    These were my ‘come fuck me’ clothes which was the intent.

    I was chuckling at the idea I was horny as hell although I’ve been having sex almost every other day, but I realized it was mostly one on one, although the car dealership was a three way, but I’ve been also getting off on sleazy sex as well as gang bangs and I really had a need for something like that and I started to strip down when a trucker came in and then quickly walked out again.

    Seconds later I heard noises with the trucker returning then another good looking guy walking in.

    ‘We opened the other bathroom for anyone that might come in.’

    At that point I was only wearing my sneakers.

    ‘So it’s just the three of us in here?’

    The other guy nodded. I looked at both of them dropping to my knees.

    ‘Oh yeah!’

    Trucker unzipped shoving a big meaty uncut sausage down my throat as the other guy pulled out a nice long cock beating it off.

    To make it clear, I got back on my feet never letting the trucker meat go to bend over with my ass exposed and ready, the dude beating his meat getting the hint.

    He knelt behind me to give me a nice rim job before rising up to immerse his pole in my chute. Damn this was good.

    Trucker stud pulled out of my mouth, ‘I want some of that,’ just as I was feeling hot liquid pumping in my hole, so his time was now and he slid in seconds later to pound my hole cumming soon after, all of it short but sweet.

    I finally got my clothes on without getting off myself thinking it was all good getting a warm up for what I was hoping would happen tonight.

    What is it about a rest stop that gets your gonads going?

    I didn’t get it but still responded to it and it had been hot but I was ready to get serious.

    I was laughing to myself as I headed down the highway thinking how the two studs who banged my ass was nothing more than a warm up making me hornier than ever.

    I had been transformed earlier this year from a middle-aged, somewhat chubby guy to a sex crazed stuff looking about thirty with the emphasis on sex crazed.

    Although probably the stud part should be mentioned as well.

    I’m six foot and weighing in at two hundred and severely cut with single digit body fat displaying a thick neck, sloping traps leading to one of my pride and joys which are my arms.

    At two hundred, I’m a big boy, but my arms are still out of proportion. Think of those dudes that are well muscled but have monster arms and that would be me.

    Big hard chest leading down to a deep shelve over my six pak which were fairly trenched right now and the other thing I knew attracted the men was what was sitting on my pecs which were my nipples.

    Big areolas, about the size of quarters housing puffy, swollen bullets that had the men salivating to chew and abuse the suckers and they look like they should have some heaving nipple rings dangling off them, but I wanted men to suck and chew on the suckers so I left them bare of any metal, unless some dude wanted to clamp them.

    Below the waist were big meaty legs, a rock hard muscle butt and a dick that may not be OMG big, but everyone is willing to play with and I normally have to take it easy for the boys to get comfortable with when I first slide in their tight holes.

    Above the neck, I really can’t say.

    Short dark hair and a couple day growth of beard which guys tell me looks good on me which is good ’cause I’m lazy around the shaving part. But I have the requisite two eyes and ears, as well as a mouth, nose and chin, and nobody runs away screaming so I guess I’m okay.

    So I’ll stay young, with a little maintenance keep this stud body, but the sex drive thing is killing me.

    I like it before and was usually game for anything.

    Now, I love it, crave it and need it. And when I’m not getting it, I’m thinking about the next time I can and ‘it’ means pretty much anything as long as its hot, goes a long time and lots of cum is involved.

    Fantasies are now reality for me and I’ve had more sex in the last six months then I have the last thirty years, so think teenager with a virtual Viagra drip and that might come close to who I am anymore.

    The good thing about the transformation is my body is built for sex besides just looking like a stud since I have incredible stamina, I can cum all night long, and if I decide to bottom, my ass can take anything but will be tight whether it’s the first shaft of the day or the tenth.

    So I’m heading to a bar near St. Louis hoping to get the work out I desperately need.

    A couple more hours and a quick meal later, I pulled into the lot of the bar using the GPS system on my new SUV where the bar was in an old factory neighborhood and walking in you saw mostly guys but a few young couples as well.

    What the hell? I wanted it bad and there were women here.

    At the bar I ordered my usual first round which was a beer and a shot shaking hands with the bartender who was a burly, bearded, shaved head daddy and I was antsy after the drive so I decided to shoot a little pool on the table in the back corner still trying to figure the place out. There were guys that even my lousy gaydar knew were queer, yet the couples threw me and stocking up on quarters I grabbed a fresh beer and headed back to the table, racked ’em up and started shooting.

    I’m a middling player where I’ve played enough to know what I should be doing, but not playing or caring enough to get really good at it.

    ‘You play?’

    Kind of a dumb question since I was poised to make another shot, but I nodded to a short, stocky, bearded daddy bear complete with flannel shirt and jeans.

    His shirt’s arms were ripped off and the shirt was open revealing a white tank tight over a big hairy chest and tight stomach and we racked up and played a game where I found out his name was Barry and Hank the bartender was his partner, both owners of the place.

    I chuckled a little since I met another burly daddy bartender named Hank a couple months ago, it must be a requirement or something.

    Barry was a fairly mediocre player that didn’t get the strategy of the game, but the beer was cold and Barry was nice guy to talk to so it was all good and I went easy, but still beat him.

    ‘Ready for another game with stakes this time?’

    I guess Barry didn’t realize I had been pulling a lot of my shots going after harder ones to extend the game.

    ‘What kind of stakes?’

    ‘Strip pool. Seven balls, seven articles of clothing. Have to take one off for each ball your opponent sinks in.’

    I gave a noticeable glance at the couples who were still here.

    Barry grinned.

    ‘Those two? Don’t worry, they’ll probably stay long enough to check out the skin, but they’ll be long gone by the time someone sinks the eight ball.’

    ‘And what happens after the eight goes in?’

    ‘Winner takes all of course.’

    Barry had a shit eating grin on his face.

    I leaned over towards Barry’s ear, ‘I guess you should be ready to get your ass pounded on the pool table then.’

    The sexy bear swallowed, his grin slipping.

    Funny, considering I was getting the vibe the sexy guy was a bottom.

    We racked the balls up after identifying our seven items.

    For both of us it was the same, Two shoes and two socks, shorts or jeans in Barry’s case, shirt and tank top.

    I sunk two in quick succession, intentionally blowing an easy third watching Barry’s boots come off.

    Barry took awhile but eventually got one in.

    ‘Does it matter the order?’

    Barry shook his head no trying to figure out what I was up to and I stripped off my shirt handing it to Barry and then slowly lifted my tight tank up and over my body.

    I had to grab the shirt back from Barry who just stood there, slipping it back on leaving it open in front exposing my chest and cut abs indicating my tank was sacrificed.

    ‘You go baby!’

    Which was a yell from one of the girls and I noticed the bar was pretty much focused on the game at this point when I sunk another in and Barry removed a sock, then I shuffled balls around until Barry got his second ball in.

    I walked over and asked the gal who had shouted out a few minutes ago if she could help me remove my shirt turning my back to her.

    ‘Woo-hoo!’ and she pulled it back and down my arms taking her time as her hands dragged across my arms on the way down and I turned around and bumped bottle necks thanking her, her husband or boyfriend next to her grinning.

    Go figure, he’s probably hoping he’d get laid later or something.

    She grinned, ‘Are the shorts coming next ’cause I’m not leaving until I see the whole package.’ We both laughed.

    I shot two more in and Barry was getting rattled and I wasn’t sure whether he was starting to see I was playing him or because he was way too distracted checking me out.

    Hank the bartender brought over a round of shots as Barry took off his remaining sock and his flannel shirt.

    I walked up close to him before my next shot which I planned on screwing up.

    ‘Just so I’m clear, that ‘winner takes all’ thing? That does mean it goes all night long right?’ Barry looked at me a little frantic and then nodded.

    I grinned, ‘Just asking,’ blowing my shot.

    Barry heaved a breath in relief, bent over getting an easy one in.

    Since I set it up for him, it would have been tough not to.

    Locking eyes when he straightened up, I snapped my waist button on my shorts, hearing catcalls and cheers from the crowd as one couple raced out the door.

    Keeping my eyes on Barry, I slowly lowered the zipper, finally letting go and my cargoes hit the floor to cheers from the group.

    I gave my opponent one last grin as I kicked my feet up to get the shorts off, walking over to add them to my pile showing that I was plumped, not totally hard but that wasn’t going to last long as horny as I was.

    Yelling girl came over, patted my ass and putting a hand on my chest gave me a peck on my cheek.

    ‘Give it to my husband honey, I want to taste you tonight.’

    Huh?

    She smiled and walked out, noticing Hank walk over locking the front door and there was now about eight guys left, including yelling girl’s husband looking handsome and…hungry.

    Ah.

    ‘We playing or we standing around staring?’ I yelled.

    I walked over buck naked to the bar asking for another beer and told him I’d buy a round of shots, but other guys turned and yelled they’d buy and before you knew it there were a couple shots lined up for everyone still in the bar.

    Barry’s play was getting more erratic which was a problem since he wasn’t that good in the first place, so I sank in another ball, missed the next setting him up for another easy shot.

    His tank came off showing his hard, hairy body and some abused tits of his own.

    At this point, I had on my socks and shoes for four more and he was wearing only his shorts and I was having a blast while Barry seemed to be getting more frazzled.

    ‘Hold on a second, I think we need to even this up a bit.’

    That from Hank who had wrapped an arm over Barry’s shoulder.

    ‘And how would we do that?’

    ‘This way.’

    Hank gestured and three guys he had been talking to earlier descended on me, one kneeling down, first playing with my ass, then running his tongue up and down my crack.

    The other two went to each side first grabbing, and then lowering their lips to my sensitive nipples licking away.

    I closed my eyes for a second and after opening Hank was in front of me, ‘I’m not sure this is playing fair.’

    Hank grinned, ‘And what gave you the idea we were going to do that?’

    I laughed with Hank closing in for a hot kiss.

    I was starting to have difficulty thinking, vaguely remembering I set Barry up, so I wasn’t surprised when I heard, ‘Good shot Bar!’ and cheers. The guy eating out my ass tapped a foot. Lifting it he pulled off a sneaker.

    Hearing an ‘Ohh. Too bad,’ to look over to see Barry missed another easy shot.

    I tapped the guys doing a number on my nipples to let up, staggering over to the table.

    I only had one ball left and the eight, but had to get around one of Barry’s remaining three and as I bent down to line up the shot, one of the guys standing around dove down behind me to chew my ass while I was playing.

    I looked up at a smug Hank, ‘Really?’

    Spreading his hands in a helpless gesture, ‘What can I say? Nothing in the rules forbidding it.’ Everyone laughed.

    I was gasping for breath as my chute was attacked by this dude’s hungry tongue.

    I shot so bad I sunk one of Barry’s balls in the side pocket to shouts and cheers, Hank standing there smirking.

    Straightening up, I grabbed my last shoe putting it near my pile of clothes and walked over to Barry giving him a hot tongue filled kiss.

    Fuck ’em, two can play this game.

    I cockily walked over to my three guys backing up on the guys tongue thinking damn he was good when Hank brought over the husband whispering in his ear.

    He nodded dropping down to lick the tip of the head of my leaking dick with Hank tapping my nipple suckers shoulders to get their attention then pointed at my chest where there resided two wet hard puffed up nubs.

    ‘Boys do those babies look like they should be treated gently?’

    Hank grabbed both of my swollen nubs, giving them a twist as I threw my head back letting out a huge groan while they both nodded.

    ‘Abuse them boys.’

    When they locked back on, teeth started coming out as they started to chew and then pull my tits out.

    Fuuuuck.

    Apparently husband dude wasn’t suppose to actually suck me off as he licked first my head then around my dick then he’d dive under to lightly chew one of my low hanging nuts or pull the two of them down as he went back to licking my tip which was leaking like crazy.

    ‘Good one Barry!’ and I got another tap to take one of my ankle socks off.

    ‘Oh damn, that was close.’

    I was released from the gang of four and moved over on wobbly legs.

    I made the shot and my last ball went in and Barry stripped out of his jeans and a thick dick bounced up leaking its own jizz.

    Walking over, I ran a finger over the head making him jerk back, then lifted the finger to his lips and the little daddy bear moaned as he sucked on my fingers, grabbing my hand to hold my fingers in his mouth.

    ‘Are you lubing my fingers for me to shove them up your ass stud?’

    Barry’s eyes popped open startled at the thought, groaning at the same time.

    Oh yeah, major butt boy.

    ‘I will have your ass sometime tonight and I won’t go easy on you.’ I pulled my fingers slowly out of his mouth, giving him a gentle slap on the cheek. He moaned again. I had just accidently let him in on my plan but he was too far gone to realize it.

    I bent over to sink the eight ball while everyone anxiously watched.

    I pointed the stick at the hole I was calling, aimed up and felt two fingers slide up my moist ass. Turning back, there was Hank with a determined grin on his face and I shook my head, moved back to the table and sunk the eight in the wrong hole.

    The group took a second to realize what happened then went wild.

    ‘Barry won first take!’

    Before anything happened another shot was put in my hand and I downed it acting disappointed. Hank grabbed the back of my neck, gave me a kiss leading me over to a small square table pushing me on my back and my pool partner had a good size cock surrounded by a thick metal cock ring and he wasted no time forcing the head and his shaft in my hole.

    I had been rimmed for the last hour so my sphincter was not only relaxed; it was actually begging to get a hard dick inside me.

    We had been teasing each other for a long while so after a few times in and out Barry was spewing a large load in my rear and he pulled out and a new dick was inside me so fast I barely knew it as my head was turned to take someone’s juicy meat fucking my throat.

    The strip pool had worked its magic so everyone was anxious to get in the new game and I heard a grunt from the guy fucking my mouth and noticed his chute being invaded.

    All of a sudden the dick in my mouth pulled out jerking to spew all over my face.

    Hands would reach over to grab or pull one of my nipples then withdraw.

    After a third guy came in my ass I needed to stand up and saw a wild scene of men sucking and fucking throughout the room.

    The guy I considered husband, who naked showed off a nice tight runners body got off his knees and walked over to me, his torso and face sticky with cum.

    ‘I need your dick up my ass. Hard.’

    Since I was hard as a two by four and needing to drop a load, I turned him around, bent him over the pool table and stuck a finger up his ass felling him lubed and loose.

    ‘Somebody fuck you already?’

    ‘No she told me to fill my butt with only the new muscle studs cum tonight.’

    I laughed trying to figure out straights or whatever the hell they were, but that didn’t slow me down from shoving my stiff pole up to the hilt and I heard a grunt and then a ‘fuck me hard.’

    I rammed him with deep strokes pulling most of the way out holding his slim hips to better pound his hot bubble butt and looking over I saw Barry in my old position on the table getting his ass fucked by a hot stud while sucking on a big piece of hot meat.

    Over to the side I saw another muscle stud sitting on Hank’s lap riding his fat shaft.

    Damn this is what I wanted.

    I pulled up husband dude to give short jabs while I yanked back his head for a kiss and moaning at the new sensations, he had no problem returning my kiss.

    Tonguing his face I tasted dried cum wherever I licked thinking this guy was a major slut.

    I laughed recognizing that I happen to be even a bigger one since early this year and I dumped a hot searing load in his whore ass and kept pumping.

    He must have felt my jizz boiling in his ass since he gave me a look and I murmured in his ear, ‘She did say to fill your ass, besides this is a nice hole for my dick to play in.’

    He grinned at the compliment and I pushed him down to better position myself and jackhammer his hungry chute.

    I rammed his butt until he stroked himself to an orgasm spraying his already covered body with his sperm with his sphincter doing a death grip on my cock forcing me to swell and drop another thick heavy load of my cream in his cavern.

    At some point I had tossed this whore on his back so when I fell down on his body our sweaty, cum laden torsos stuck to each other as we kissed and I felt a light kiss on my lower back, then a push on my entrance, with hands grabbing my hips and a very thick and long dick sliding in me.

    Husband dude giggled when he realized what was happening wrapping his legs and arms to hold me in place.

    ‘Bill loves to hammer slut holes,’ he told me laughing.

    It didn’t take much imagination to figure out how he knew that.

    I pushed up to my elbows to give us a little space, laughing myself.

    ‘Well I’ll do what I can to accommodate him.’

    We both chuckled as Husband dude squeezed his hands in between to tightly pinch my tits and I threw my head back grunting out a ‘fuuck!’.

    Bill behind me was pounding my ass relentlessly and since I was still hard inside the stud below me, he was being thrown another fuck and bending up, he found my fat already swollen aching nubs and chewed them hard, switching every minute or so when Bill turned my head for us to tongue kiss still doing his best to beat my hole to a pulp.

    Dude below set us off with another hole tightening cum, setting me off. I heard a ‘Fucking, goddamn’ from the muscle stud behind me as he shoved in one last time to empty his spooge in my butt.

    We disassembled, where I found a bottle of water to drink as H. Dude got dressed to go home.

    I got a steamy kiss, with him saying ‘I am so screwed and it’s all your fault.’

    I laughed since yes thanks to me he was screwed, but that wasn’t what he meant.

    ‘Melanie is going to be all over me when I get home. She was positively dripping as you stripped down so I’m going to have to really perform tonight.’

    I couldn’t stop laughing.

    Fucking breeders. ‘Hey dude, if it helps tell her I give you two thumbs up,’ giving him my thumbs up and he shook his head limping a little on his way out.

    Teach the sexy fucker right as far as I was concerned.

    I felt a big arm drape my shoulders to see Hank standing next to me.

    ‘So what do you think of our little bar?

    ‘Okay pool table, cold beer, and primo meat. What more can a sex crazed homo ask for?’

    Hank chuckled then pulling a little away, slapped my ass.

    ‘More?’

    ‘You need to ask?’

    So we joined the fray, kicking some new life and hardening some more cocks as we went.

    I got to screw some more and was fucked in return, sucked and was sucked.

    Even sixty-nined with Barry with me kneeling over him as our butts were both hammered which after gallons of cum emptied into mouths and asses became the finale of the evening.

    I ended up going home with the two owners where unbelievably we ended up in bed double fucking Barry.

    We had stripped down; where the smaller muscled daddy pulled on my dick telling me he needed one more shot while Hank was behind me reaching around to play with my chest.

    It took me about two seconds to get hard again with the two of them chuckling at the youngster. Hank moved around to lay on his back his thick pole sticking straight up when Barry mumbled out an ‘Oh yeah’ jumping up on the bed quickly sliding down his lovers shaft and bending over I heard a ‘now your turn stud’ from one of them.

    Walking over I was at the perfect height to sink my meat next to Hanks and I took it easy at first until Hank started insulting me telling me what a pussy I was, laughing I picked up steam plowing into his partners’ hole.

    I heard a whimpering, ‘yes fuck me, fuck meeeee,’ from Barry until I couldn’t hold off flooding his hole which set off the other two and as I collapsed over to the side, I knew these were fellow Frat-boys.

    One of the things we do is never run out of cum and after all we’ve been doing tonight, these boys instead of firing blanks had just dropped one more thick creamy load similar to mine.

    We crashed with my body still coated with the cum and sweat I earned at the bar and later here in the guys bed.

    Damn that was a good game of pool.


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  • A Snowstorm Fuck

    I hurriedly secured the front desk area then headed for my room which was at the end of the hallway closest to the front desk entrance.

    Billy had thrown the security latch and then closed the door, which prevented the door from shutting all the way. I walked into the dimly lit room to find Billy stretched out on the king sized bed slowly massaging his rock hard ten inches.

    The only light was coming from the bathroom, where the door had been pulled almost all the way shut.

    Billy looked up as I walked in, grinning at me.

    ‘I’m ready.’ he said.

    ‘For??’

    ‘To go to heaven. That is what you just told me isn’t it?’

    I grinned back at him. ‘Fuckin ‘A’ it is!’

    I secured the door, then stripped down.

    I don’t get the chance to work out as often as I’d like due to my crazy ass schedule, but all in all I don’t look half bad for a guy my age.

    My salt and pepper hair is still full and thick, and although my chest hair has started to turn, I’ve often been complemented on the carpeting my chest offers. My quarter sized nipples were rock hard and my cock was straining against the fabric of my boxers.

    As I got down to my boxers Billy stopped me from stripping any further.

    ‘Stop. Let me finish for you.’

    I didn’t argue. As I walked to the edge of the bed my cock found the opening in the boxers and peeked out.

    Billy sat up on the side of the bed, and as I stepped closer he handed me the bottle of poppers which I took and began snorting like a meth junkie in need of a fix.

    My cock grew even harder and my head began to swim.

    Billy reached out and grabbed my cock, roughly pulling me to the edge of the bed. His mouth opened and swallowed me. I threw my head back and moaned. This mother fucker could suck cock!

    He deep throated my boner, tickling my balls with his tongue once he had the eight inches all the way down his mouth. Then he slowly began sliding his mouth up and down the length of my shaft.

    I trembled all over, afraid that I would blow my load early.

    ‘Fuck baby that feels so good!’

    Billy took his mouth from my cock and looked up at me. ‘You have NO idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.’

    With that I dropped my shorts to the floor and crawled on the bed to lie next to him.

    Probably as long as I’ve wanted to do this. With that I went down on his cock. It took me a second to maneuver my mouth, but soon I was deep throating his ten incher. I felt his body tense and his balls stiffen. I knew it wouldn’t take long to bring him to climax. But first I wanted to have some fun with him. I crawled down between his legs, the pushed them up over his head bringing his hot pink pulsing little hole up to where I could get to it.

    Without warning, I rammed my tongue up into his little fuck hole. It was warm and moist and tasted like paradise. I tongue fucked him as he clenched and unclenched his boi cunt.

    I spread his cheeks as far apart as I could and dug in deep with my tongue.

    ‘Fuck Ryan that feels so damn good!’

    He shoved the poppers bottle under my nose and I eagerly inhaled. Then he shifted the bottle to the other nostril and once again I sucked it in.

    With my head swimming in the clouds, I tongued his ass till I was sure he was about to shoot.

    I eased my tongue out of his hole and swallowed his cock and then, taking my hand, I stuffed his balls into my mouth as well. I sucked all three at the same time. Billy moaned and dug his hands into my hair, shoving my head down onto his cock.

    I slipped two fingers into his already moist hole and began finger fucking him while sucking harder on his cock.

    That did the trick. His body tensed up, his cock stiffened, his ball sac began to tighten.

    ‘Oh fuck Ry, I’m going to cum!’

    I hurriedly popped his balls out of my mouth, then with one last movement, I rammed my head back down on his cock.

    He shot load after load of hot thick sweet cum into my mouth. I swallowed eagerly, not wanting to waste a drop. He must have had a weeks worth of cum built up. I thought he would never stop shooting, but, fuck, I didn’t care if he shot all night. His cum was so fucking thick and so amazingly sweet that I would have taken a fifty-five gallon bucket of it!

    He finally stopped and I saved the last couple of squirts in my mouth.

    When he was spent, I raised up and rolled over next to him on the bed. Then I grabbed him and rolled him on top of me.

    I grabbed his head with alarming force and brought his mouth to mine.

    I deep tongue kissed him, giving him back the last loads of his hot cum.

    ‘OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!! THAT WAS AMAZING!’

    ‘Thank you. You have one pretty damned amazing cock on you.’

    Billy looked up into my eyes. ‘Fuck me.’

    That took me by surprise. I was just sure he was bound to be a total top, especially sporting a hot cock like the one already beginning to stiffen between his legs.

    ‘What?’

    ‘Please? Seed me.’ He reached down and squeezed my throbbing cock. ‘Make me your bitch.’

    I didn’t have to be told twice.

    I hit the poppers bottle a few times, then grabbed the bottle of hotel lotion sitting on the bedside table. I lubed my cock up and then shoved two lubed fingers up Billy’s ass, getting it good and moist while Billy sucked down a few hits off of the poppers bottle.

    I raised up and gave him a slow, deep passionate kiss. ‘Are you ready?’

    He nodded his head.

    I grabbed his legs and raised them, bringing his fucking cunt hole up. He wrapped his skinny, silky legs around my neck. I leaned in and ran my tongue up and down the length of each calf. He moaned. Then, just out of pure evilness to prolong giving him my cock, I took his foot from my left shoulder and slowly began sucking each toe. I would suck, ever so slowly on each toe, then deep clean in between each one. When I was done with the first foot, I took the foot from my right shoulder and repeated the process. Billy had stroked himself all the while till he was rock hard again.

    ‘Hand me the poppers.’

    ‘Yes sir.’ He winked at me as he passed me the bottle of Jungle Juice Platinum.

    I took a few deep hits and then gave the bottle back to him.

    Without warning, I placed the head of my swollen cock up against his sweet pink hole, then rammed it in all the way to the base in one hard thrust.

    ‘Fuck! God damned! Oh man! YES!’

    I didn’t take time building up speed. Instead I began ramming my cock up his tight hole in thrust after thrust. I could feel him tighten his boi cunt around my cock which only made me fuck him harder.

    Billy tightened his legs around my neck.

    I began pulling my cock all the way out, then ramming it back up inside his fucking hot, tight ass.

    I rammed thrust after thrust. I could feel my ball sac tighten.

    ‘I’m gonna cum!’

    Billy tightened his ass and his legs one last time. ‘Give it to me. Fill my ass up!’

    I pulled my cock out, then with one last thrust, I rammed my cock deep inside his ass. My balls slapped his ass as I shot load after hot load deep up inside him.

    Once I was spent I pulled out of him, rolled over and laid down next to him. I was covered in sweat, my heart pounding. Billy’s body was sweat drenched as well. His long mane of hair was wet, as if he had just stepped out of the shower.

    He rolled onto his side and looked at me.

    ‘My god Ryan that was AMAZING! Thank you so much!’

    Without waiting for an answer, he bent down and licked my cock clean. When he was finished I raised him to me and gave him a deep kiss.

    ‘I’m not done yet.’

    ‘Huh?’

    I flipped him onto his back, grabbed his legs and thrust them high, then shoved my tongue back into his ass and began to suck hard. As I felched his ass he began to moan.

    I sucked hard till I had the cum I had deposited out of my cock filling my mouth.

    With a mouth full of my own hot steamy cum, I climbed on top of Billy. I brought my mouth down close to his. Thinking I was going to kiss him, Billy opened his mouth, ever so slightly.

    I took my hands and spread his mouth open wide.

    Then raising up till I was about two feet over his mouth, I spit the hot load deep down his throat.

    Billy eagerly sucked it all down.

    Once I was done, I took my tongue and licked up the few drops that had fallen outside of his mouth, then leaned down and gave him one last, long deep kiss.

    ‘Thank you,’ I said as I looked into his deep blue eyes, ‘that was fucking amazing. Please tell me you want to do it again.’

    ‘Hell yes I do.’

    ‘What about your old lady?’

    ‘Hell, that bitch doesn’t get ANY of this.’ he said reaching down and giving his rock hard cock a shake. ‘I got drunk one night and she tricked me into getting her into bed. She knew I was gay, but she was determined to ‘straighten’ me out.’

    ‘One of those huh?’

    ‘Shit man, if she hadn’t ended up pregnant right off the bat, I NEVER would have married her. Bitch don’t get none of my cock. I keep that for the glory holes at the adult store out on I-40. Besides, she stays so strung out most of the time, she doesn’t realize she’s not getting any. If it weren’t for my son, I’d leave. I just don’t want him raised by her alone. Who knows what might happen.’

    ‘Well then, let’s not make this a one time thing. What do ya say? Interested?’

    Billy reached up and pulled me to him, parting my lips with his tongue. As he kissed me he reached between my legs and gave my cock another squeeze.

    ‘What do you think?’ he said with a wink.

    I fucked Billy the next two nights while we were all snowed in. He stopped by my room for ‘lunch’ those next two days, and I fed him. Oh, I fed him alright….a nice thick, creamy protein shake.

    After that, Billy began to find an excuse to pop in at the hotel at least one night a week while I was on duty. Then we began hanging out together on the weekends. After a couple of years Billy began bringing his son Trey with him. Together the three of us would do a movie and pizza or go fishing. Two years ago Billy’s wife was killed in a head on collision on the interstate. Apparently she was high on meth and never realized that she had crossed the median and was driving into oncoming traffic. The eighteen wheeler that hit her killed her instantly.

    That night, after everyone had left, I sat by Billy’s side. Trey, who was now fifteen had gone to bed. Billy slid over next to me and took my hand.

    ‘Ryan, thank you so much for being here. I don’t know what I would have done without you.’

    With that he leaned over and kissed me, slow and deep. I put my arms around him and pulled him to me, returning his kiss.

    We were so wrapped up in each other that we didn’t hear Trey walk into the room.

    ‘I wondered how long it would take for you two to be in each others arms.’

    Billy and I, both surprised and embarrassed, looked up to find Trey standing there, totally naked, holding his six inch boner in his hand, a wicked grin on his face. ‘Mind if I join you?’

    Without waiting for an answer he walked over to the sofa and sat down in my lap pulling my mouth to his, parting my lips with his tongue which the shoved deep down my throat. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him raise his hips, offering his beautiful boy cock for his dad to suck dry. Billy wasted no time in swallowing his son down to his beautiful bush.

    Since that night, Billy and Trey have moved in with me, and together the three of us have become one happy cocky family.


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  • Dunkirk Hill

    I park up. Walk slowly up the hill along a path cut in the waist-high grass.

    I looked on the internet recently – there was once a row of houses here in the 60s. On the other side across the picnic area, where the trees curve up to top of the hill. And the

    old maps show a station on the line in the cutting beyond.

    But now the trains just thunder through.

    You can just about recognize the views from the top, down across the city, with the help of the text. And even the pictures of the street – it looks a bit familiar, if you think

    hard. It is strange that all the other old images of the city from the same era – hanging in pubs and council offices – they are instantly recognizable, like old friends – but

    this is different.

    It is both the same place and yet a different place.

    There is not even the trace of a building now, not even a rough path and – where did all the trees come from? In as many years as a boy becomes a man, a town becomes a wood.

    Crickets sing in the grass.

    For he maketh his sun to shine on the evil and on the good.

    At the top, I rest awhile, look back down the slope. I pull a packet of cigs from my jeans pocket. There is one left. I crush the packet like a failed opportunity and discard

    it.

    I slip into the gap in the trees and the cool, soft, silent shadow settles on my shoulders. I amble to the end of the wood. The railway cutting far below to the left, and the

    canal fifty feet down on the right come together here, so the wood narrows to a end point.

    They have repaired the steel fence protecting the drop to the railway on the left. You used to be able to get through, descend the steep track to the railway, and cross the canal

    bridge to one of those heavenly areas where no-one goes, but for a reason. You still can get there, but it is more difficult.

    So I turn around, and pad along the bottom track. Pine cones and dead bracken. High above the canal. Watch the runners on the towpath. Their bodies.

    I climb the steep earth bank, back up to the top – just inside the trees. There is someone here now – dirty jeans, reddish t-shirt, neither old nor young.

    I slow, loiter about ten yards off. He is nice, dark hair, thin face and high cheekbones. Usually there is some long courtship, where we face off,rubbing our crotches – might be

    a cop etc. But he just gets his dick out right away. Blatant.

    In respect of length and width, good, but not excessive, and in good proportion. Uncut, hardening – horizontal, straight.

    A male without blemish. Deep brown eyes.

    I feel his flesh, firm and dominant as I slip his skin backwards and forwards over the now rock hard shaft. I had already loosened my belt. He has undone my buttons and with his

    left hand mauls my cock. I am excited, my glans is sensitive and he is rough. I flinch, but he holds me with his right hand which slips down, between my buttocks.

    ‘Can I fuck you?’

    I think he is foreign. Polish?

    ‘Not here’. I say looking around.

    ‘I know somewhere’

    It is all so quick – not like uaual. He breaks away, and walks out into the open sunlight, then down the hill. I follow, hauling up my jeans and doing up my flys as I hurry after

    him. He does not look back but he knows that I am behind him as he crosses the car park, out along the road and across the bridge, down the steps to the canal path. Between the

    bridge and the wall of the mill, there are a few trees here alongside the path, just 30 yards or so. I have not been here before. In the trees, up a small bank and onto a high

    wall, where we are together again. We are only a few yards from the towpath – with its endless traffic of joggers, cyclists, families, kids, old couples out wandering, but there

    is a small corner in the wall so we cannot be seen.

    His cock is out again. He does not undo his jeans, just his fly, he has the length not to need to. He is very hard now. I know what is to happen. I have no lube, so I squat

    down, suck as much spit as I can, and take him in my mouth. This does for a few seconds but then he lifts me up, spins me and pulls my waistband down. Not much choice now.

    I pull them down to my ankles, bend over and brace myself against a tree trunk. But he produces a condom and puts it on, and I have not got much spit left to lubricate myself. I

    feel the tip of his penis probing, pushing. I have not been taken for weeks and my hole is tight and dry. The pain is sudden, I scream a little and pull away. For all the fact

    that he is coarse and eager, he seems to sense the problem, spits loudly on his hand, gropes me behind and sticks a finger up my arse – then his hand on my back and he is trying

    to penetrate me again.

    ‘Please slow’, I say.

    I fight against him pushing inside me.It still hurts a bit, but then my areshole knows it is beaten and I relax as he begins to pump slowly, then more deeply and quicker – the

    pain has gone now and I just feel that – well how can I describe it – where my need to submit to the satisfaction of a man merges with that feeling of fullness in my rectum.

    He thrusts and I wank. I can hear people on the path a few yards away. His hands grip around my waist as he pounds into me for those few last quick, hard strokes and then slips

    out.

    I straighten up, turn and face him.

    That serene, relaxed and empty feeling, like when you have held it in for a while and then had a really big crap.

    He slips off the johnny, heavy with cum and slings it into the undergrowth, slips his cock away.

    He is smiling now. He is nice. I wish I knew him more.

    I wank furiously, he watches and in a few seconds, my seed is dripping onto the forrest floor.

    He leaves. Not furtive, rushed and guilty. Not slow and reluctant. Just wanders away, easily. I watch his tight jeans crease under each buttock as he walks.

    I have to pull my trousers up and wipe my hand on some ferns. By the time I emerge, he is nowhere to be seen.

    Out of the shade of the trees, I feel the sun on my back. I am sweating.

    I light another cigarette and walk back to my car.


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