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Most of the mounted escort riders gathered around their leader were watching the small band of infidels, led by Hugh d’Ibelin, as they rode out of the gate of the stronghold of Belvoir and moved to meet the forces of the Saracens and their allies on the hilltop overlooking the small lake below the Horns of Hattin. The Saracen chieftain, Umar ibn al-Hakam, almost the peer of the great Saladin, sat majestically and comfortably astride his white stallion–a stallion of manhood in his own right. 

D’Ibelin’s small force in the saddle of the Horns of Hattin was the last holdout, save Guy de Lusignan’s hold on Jerusalem, of those from the north in the latest of a series of failed crusades. The Belvoir stronghold, sitting high on the heights of the Horns, was proving very costly to dislodge. But D’Ibelin had seen the futility of the crusade, and this parley was to strike an agreement for the infidels to leave in exchange for safe passage to the Mediterranean coast.

The commander of the Seljuk Turk allies to the Saracens, Ahmad bin Malik, could see that Umar’s attention was focused on a single rider–and not to infidel’s commander, Hugh d’Ibelin, riding in front of his contingent. The Saracen chieftain’s gaze was concentrated to near the back of the group of riders, to a young man, riding helmetless, his mane of reddish gold curls ruffling in the wind.

Three of Hugh d’Ibelin’s grown sons had been in Belvoir with him. The oldest, his heir, also was named Hugh. The second eldest, a Jesuit priest, who made Ahmad, seeing the infidel church as the source of all their troubles, grip the hilt of his sword hard in bitterness, was named Stephen. The youngest, the one with the reddish-gold mane, astride a white horse, was Edward.

Ahmad wasn’t surprised that Umar had his eyes on the young man. The sight of him made Ahmad’s blood boil as well. Only Ahmad knew specifically why, although Umar was drawing the attention of those near him, pointing out the young man, and declaring what he would like to do with him–what he intended to do with him if and when he could lay his hands on the young man.

“That is one to spit and twirl on my spear as his sire watches helplessly and then to serve the golden-haired head to D’Ibelin on a supper platter,” he growled. All around him laughed heartily at the image.

Umar’s tastes in dipping his staff were well known in his contingent and were fed by the youngest and blondest of those captured in battle, soldiers or conquered villagers alike, holding off from putting them to the sword in the field in deference to Umar putting them to two swords in his tent–first the legendary sword between his legs and then his sword of steel as he lopped off their heads. Both acts were said to make Umar hard and to spout his seed.

The two of them, Umar and Ahmad, had conducted a reconnoiter of Belvoir’s defenses as the Saracen forces were first arriving in the area and before D’Ibelin’s forces knew they were there. From this very hilltop they had observed a small group of infidel soldiers at the edge of the lake below, bathing themselves. Both had drawn in their breath when they had seen Edward d’Ibelin, naked, rising from and walking out of the lake. His perfectly formed blond body shimmered in the moonlight, and each of the men spying from the hilltop had reached for his staff and completed himself as they watched the young D’Ibelin take his time drying off and redressing.

Ever since, as he was toying with a captive in his tent and in Ahmad’s presence, subduing them with his fist in their faces, bellies, and anal passages before putting them on the champion cock, the Saracen had been making comparisons with the body of the young d’Ibelin. He invariably found the captive inferior. Rendering him bruised and broken, Umar then had quickly dispatched the captive, separating his head from his body with one swift stroke of his Saracen blade, after torturing him with a fist to prepare his channel, fucking him, and shredding his passage with the cruel, vigorous, relentless thrusting of his monster cock.

“I would take more time with and pleasure from the beauty we saw rise from the lake below the Horns of Hattin,” he would declare to Ahmad when he had turned the sobbing captive over to Ahmad after using his first sword to also find relief in the hardness of his cock before Umar took the metal of his Saracen blade to the bound soldier’s neck.

As would I, Ahmad had thought, although he did not have the courage or foolhardiness to reveal that he was as much smitten with the charms of Edward d’Ibelin as Ahmad was.

The deal and logistics complete from the parley and D’Ibelin’s men having turned and raced their horses back–temporarily–to the safety of the stronghold of Belvoir, Umar continued to bore his eyes into the slim back of the youngest son on the white horse.

“I must have him. I wish to hear his futile cries for mercy and to throb inside him, to be the first to stretch and split him–and then to give him the relief all infidels deserve. A thousand gold coins to the man who delivers Edward d’Ibelin, still a virgin of a man’s cock in his ass, to me.”

The declaration hadn’t gone unheard by the Seljuk Turk, Ahmad bin Malik. And Ahmad knew that the Saracen chief was deadly serious. If only I could enjoy his charms before he is wasted, Ahmad thought.

And he thought on the matter and thought and thought.

Three days later, when the forces of Hugh d’Ibelin rode out of Belvoir and down from the Horns of Hattin toward the Syrian seacoast, Ahmad bin Malik was there, with his own contingent of hardened warrior Turks, ready to embark for the Turkish coast himself to his own stronghold in Antalya. He followed the D’Ibelin’s all the way to the coast, never taking his eyes off the youngest son, Edward. He saw that Hugh d’Ibelin was being smart when they reached the seaport of Tartus. He split his forces into four parts to take four different ships across the sea to the Lusignan lands on the island of Cyprus. And he placed himself in the lead ship and a son each in the other three ships. Ever mindful of family heritage and knowing that the Mediterranean was not a calm sea in this season, Hugh was ensuring as best he could the safety of his linage. Losing one would not be losing all.

Hugh, of course, embarked on the sturdiest of the ships with the largest portion of his contingent and what was judged to be the most experienced captain. Progressively inferior vessels, soldier contingents, and crews went to the sons in descending order–first the heir, Hugh; then the priest, Stephen; and last, the “plus one” son, Edward.

Marking well which ship Edward had embarked on, Ahmad was delighted with the circumstances. It was far to the Cypriot coast for this day and age and the sail could not be negotiated without a period of darkness. It was a fearsome sail for infidels visiting from the north. It was mere trip to a festival for the seafaring Seljuk Turks, who knew these waters well.

And the sky was looking to form a storm of mighty proportions. Ahmad had often sailed the rocky coast of southern Cyprus. He wondered how much the captains of the ships Hugh d’Ibelin had commissioned on the basis of the least costly the most desirable had done so and how hard they would resist a determined boarding party of hardened and blood-lust Turks–especially the ship of the youngest son.

* * * *

Naked and cowering against the stone wall of the Antalya Castle dungeon, his arms raised over his head and manacled and chained by the wrists to the cool, dripping-with-moisture rock wall, Edward d’Ibelin watched in fright and fascination as Ahmad bin Malik, also naked, towered over him, holding his huge, hard cock in his hand and waving it in front of the young man’s face.

Without further preparation, the tall, muscular, battle-scarred, hirsute–and cruelly handsome–warrior leaned forward, dug one hand into the reddish-blond curls at the back of the young prince’s head while gripping the young man’s throat with the other hand and forced the head of his cock between Edward’s lips.

“Treat it right, or I will have your head,” the Turkish giant growled, Having seen the glee with which the others on his sinking ship had been dispatched by Ahmad and his men, Edward had no reason not to believe him. With eyes watering, he took the cock into his throat. The young man gagged at first at the deep invasion of the thick staff, but, responding to the Turk’s barked commands and threats, Edward fell into a rhythm of giving the staff good suck as Ahmad fucked his face.

The phrase “a virgin to a man’s cock in his ass” kept running through Ahmad’s mind. That had been the requirement, and Umar had said he had doctors, with the powers of magic, who would be able to tell whether Edward still had a virginal ass when he was delivered. No other requirements for the condition of the young man’s sexual experience had been given–although it was a given that he must be delivered as beautiful and unblemished as he had been when he rose from the lake.

Ahmad couldn’t fuck him in the ass, but there were other opportunities. Before he released his seed, he pulled his cock out of the mouth of the sobbing and trembling young man, turned him onto his knees so that his arms were crossed over his head and his cheek was pressed to the cool stone of the wall. Approaching the young man low from behind, Ahmad’s flat belly pressed into the pert orbs of Edward’s buttocks, Ahmad pressed Edward’s thighs together close and commanded that Edward leave them pressed together, which he did.

After slapping his hard cock on Edward’s buttocks again and again and teasing the young man’s hole by running the underside of his staff up and down in the crack and repeatedly across the puckered rim–and being gratified to hear Edward’s low moan and his groans–Ahmad thrust his cock between Edward’s thighs, high, so that his bulb was thrusting against the base of Edward’s cock and into the young man’s ball sack.

Thus, reaching around and milking Edward’s cock while he fucked him between the thighs rather than in the passage, both he and Edward achieved ejaculations but the young man’s ass passage had not been violated.

Ahmad covered Edward close from behind and put his cheek next to Edward’s. When Edward turned his head, allowed Ahmad to take his mouth in a kiss, and responded hungrily to that kiss, surrendering to the sexual prowess of the Turkish giant, Ahmad knew the luscious young infidel was his. He only wished he could take him fully. He unlocked Edward’s chains, lifted him up in his arms, and carried him to his bed chamber several levels up from the dungeon.

Over the following weeks, while news of Edward’s capture and availability got back to the Saracen chief, Umar ibn al-Hakam, in Damascus and before an anxious Umar arrived in Antalya to claim his prize, Ahmad held Edward a perpetual captive in his bed and took him in every sexual way he could think of short of thrusting his cock up the young man’s ass–although not being able to do so became a frustration to him.

It frustrated Edward too, who increasingly responded to the sexual ravishment of his body and took up the mantra of “Inside me. Put it inside me.” The inability to do so, of course, only added to Ahmad’s frustration.

But a thousand gold coins was a fortune, and being on the wrong side of Umar ibn al-Hakam would be a disaster.

Ahmad found inventive ways for the two of them to achieve mutual ejaculations in each other’s arms. He turned to exotic uses of their penises. He also unexpectedly received quite a bit of cooperation from Edward.

The Turk worked his way into the exotic cock play exotic acts. He had left Edward in his bed and gone off to douse himself in wine in celebration of the successful kidnapping, having maneuvered the fleeing ship carrying Edward onto the rocks off the Cypriot shore with two of his vessels at the height of a storm. They had boarded the sinking ship and lustily put every man to the sword except for Edward, raping the more comely of them before Edward’s eyes before dispatching then and leaving him fully traumatized and compliant. Until or unless Ahmad or Umar wanted to inform the older D’Ibelin otherwise and torture him with tales of the young man’s ordeal and sexual taking, Edward’s father would believe that he perished in the ship wreck, which, when the storm lifted, could be seen off the Larnaka coast.

When Ahmad came back to his bed, he found Edward stretched out, masturbating himself. Ahmad stretched out beside him, watching. Edward didn’t stop. Ahmad turned on his back beside Edward and joined the young man in working his own cock. Eventually, as the days progressed, the two moved from pulling themselves off to reaching over and finishing the other. After kisses and fondling and Ahmad regretfully demurring on fucking Edward in the ass, he gave the young man some sort of idea–minus Umar’s habit of decapitating his young blond men, many of whom considered that a mercy, after he fucked them and split their passages asunder–of what lay in store for Edward and why they couldn’t fully couple. Sensing that Edward’s interest was piqued rather than horrified by the possibility of being laid by the legendary Umar, Ahmad almost regretted not telling the young man all. But, in the end, given the opportunity, he would dispatch the infidel as well after debauching him and send his head to his father. Only such cruelty would keep the infidels from launching crusade after crusade.

“He’s a magnificent man,” Edward murmured, “But you are younger and more muscular–and more handsome. I wish to be schooled by you.”

“And so you shall be, my little prince–just in ways you cannot now imagine but that will bring us both great pleasure.”

With that, he rolled over on top of Edward, pushed his cock between Edward’s closed thighs, and, while kissing and fondling the young infidel, pumped himself to completion, bathing the base of Edward’s cock and his ball sack with his cum while stroking off Edward’s shaft.

In the morning, Edward woke up on his back, with Ahmad straddling his pelvis and holding both of their cocks together in his hand. While he squeezed and rolled Edward’s balls with the other hand, Ahmad frotted their cocks–stroking them together with one hand until, first Edward, and then he had spouted seed.

Later Ahmad was crouched higher on Edward’s chest and feeding his cock into Edward’s mouth. In the weeks of waiting for the Saracen chief to arrive, Edward became proficient in sucking Ahmad’s cock and Ahmad frequently returned the favor. On this occasion, though, when Ahmad was trembling from the need to explode, he pulled his cock out of Edward’s mouth and thrust it under the young man’s arm pit, holding Edward’s arm close to his body, while Ahmad pumped the armpit to an ejaculation.

Ahmad proceeded to use every crevice and curve of the young man’s body other than the entrance into his anal canal to get his cock off, including rubbing his cock on the undercurve of the young man’s pectorals until he bathed Edward’s nipples in cum, and holding the soles of the blond’s feet together as he rubbed his shaft to completion between them. And, there being no requirement for the use of Edward’s cock, he even, on occasion, slid his own channel down on the Edward’s cock and rode it–although Edward made quite clear that he would prefer Ahmad doing this to him, and Ahmad only did it so that he could beat his own cock on Edward’s belly as he rode Edward’s cock and so that Edward would stroke Ahmad’s cock to a completion.

In all of these acts, Edward accepted and voiced the wish for more.

The most refined act they did, one that caused Edward to purr, arch his back, and dig his claws into the bedding, was when Ahmad crouched astride Edward’s pelvis, moved the two cockheads to kiss, pushed the foreskin of his cock over the bulb of Edward’s cockhead, and stroked the two cocks together until they both came, their cum mingling and burbling out of the rim of Ahmad’s enclosing foreskin.

All pleasures come to an end, and Ahmad held out to all of Edward’s pleading, and had not filled the young man’s ass passage with so much as his fingers when the sails of Umar ibn al-Hakam’s fleet were sighted off the opening into the harbor of Antalya.

The time had come when some man’s cock was going to open up Edward’s ass.

It was as Umar and his entourage was disembarking from their ships that, ignoring the entreaties of young Edward, in which he was reduced to sobs, Ahmad put a silver chastity belt into place that allowed Edward’s cock freedom but locked away his anal hole and turned the key.

“You must tell him that you’ve been wearing this, except when freed to shit, ever since I snatched you off the Cypriot coast,” Ahmad commanded him. “Otherwise we both will die.”

“I understand,” Edward answered through his tears.

It’s a pity, Ahmad thought, that this luscious, ripe body will be rendered with the sword after Umar is finished with him. But Ahmad wasn’t a sentimental soul, and this was an infidel. As perfect as his body was, there always were young slaves available to debauch and dispatch. The irritation was that he hadn’t been permitted to totally debauch this one and to break him down with the power of the cock inside him. Yet, Ahmad told himself. He did mean to have his chance at this with Edward, though. It just would take careful planning, courage, and audacity.

One thing was perfectly clear. The saucy little male cunt wanted Ahmad’s cock inside him.

* * * *

The doctor Umar had brought with him was alone with Edward d’Ibelin in a locked room for the examination and affirmation of Edward’s anal virginity. Only the two of them were there and the door was locked by the doctor’s insistence. He had told Umar that, since magic was involved and magic involved complex ritual, the examination could take an hour or more.

“The test for a man’s virginity is a secret and delicate process that cannot be revealed, or I will lose my ability to practice. The forces of darkness will leave me bereft of my powers,” he had declared, speaking in spooky tones and flatly refusing to make his determination unless Umar and Ahmad granted him his demands. “Indeed, the magic will not work if the procedures aren’t followed fully,” he added.

Umar was a deeply superstitious man. He swallowed it all. Ahmad looked on during the doctor’s voicing of his demands with a bit of skepticism, but he had an inkling of what was afoot and now was less tense concerning what the doctor’s judgment would be. He trusted in the charms of Edward and his ability to become a virgin in this quack’s hands. Blonds were like flowers for the bees in the Levant. The doctor was as susceptible to the pursuit of honey as any other man was.

Ahmad’s thoughts went to the blond hairs that circled the rim of Edward’s entrance and how they fluttered as the young man’s hole puckered when Ahmad was using Edward’s body and of how often he’d barely been able to resist parting them with the bulb of his throbbing cock. If it meant the doctor would certify Edward as a virgin to anal penetration, Ahmad would not begrudge the physician the inability to resist.

The doctor wasn’t a young man, but he was a man who had become prominent by taking risks. He also was a man of refined but strong sexual tastes and was willing to take risks to feed those tastes. He had taken one look at Edward d’Ibelin, naked except for the silver chastity belt, his very nice privates hanging out in front, and had decided the risk was worth it.

The doctor wanted him no less than the Saracen and Seljuk Turk had. And he had both the plan and the brashness to take him.

After Ahmad had handed over the key to the chastity belt and withdrawn from the room and the doctor had locked the door behind him, the doctor went to the couch in the center of the room and bade Edward to stand in front of him as he unlocked and took away the belt.

“Will this test hurt, doctor?” Edward asked, his eyes downcast.

“Undoubtedly,” the doctor answered briskly. “If you indeed are a virgin to men in anal penetration, it will hurt, but there also will be pleasure. If you are not a virgin, it may hurt but little. I am sure you wish me to discern that you are unused. You are a virgin to men’s shafts, are you not?”

“I don’t understand how it works–how you could tell.” Edward answered the question with doubt.

“It works by belief and trust, my son. It works because the Saracen chief believes it does. You have two choices here.”

“I have choices? I don’t understand.”

“You can submit to me and I will attest to the Saracen chieftain that you are a virgin to men, or you can refuse me and I will tell him that you are not. Which do you choose?”

As he was speaking of this choice, the doctor, where he was sitting on the side of the couch, was undoing the sash of his robe and flaring it open to reveal he was naked and in full erection. He reached out and pulled Edward, fully naked now, toward him. Edward, understanding the import of the choices and, in fact, steeped in frustration of the unfulfilled couplings with the virile Seljuk Turk chieftain over the past few weeks, allowed himself to be pulled to between the doctor’s spread thighs.

The doctor briefly fisted the two cocks together and frotted them as Ahmad had done. He even pressed the heads of the cocks together, pushed his foreskin over Edward’s cock bulb, and stroked the two cocks together to hardness–a technique that, thanks to Ahmad, Edward was quite familiar with. He didn’t take long at this, but as he stroked the two cocks against each other within his foreskin, he also expertly worked Edward’s balls with his other hand, so that, after very little time at all, Edward came for him with a deep sigh.

The doctor complimented Edward on his cooperation and, while saying he had no choice, Edward complimented the doctor on his preparation technique in a shaky voice.

The doctor turned him and commanded, “Bend over and grab your ankles.”

Edward did so and, pulling the young man’s pert buttocks cheeks apart, the doctor buried his face in Edward’s crack. Edward writhed and moaned and sighed as the doctor expertly opened his neglected entrance up with his mouth and tongue.

“Are you going to put it in me?” Edward asked in a shaking voice.

“Your waiting is over,” the doctor answered.

In short order, it was just a matter of pulling Edward back into the doctor’s lap and onto the doctor’s cock. The doctor was surprised but gratified when Edward managed to sheath him and rose and fell on the cock on his own, taking the doctor’s staff deep in long strokes. Overcome with desire and the need to control, though, the doctor pushed Edward over onto the couch, on his side, bent and pushed the young man’s right leg up into his chest, turned his own body, thrust his cock into the very core of the young man and fucked him vigorously and deep to what would be a very expensive ejaculation if the doctor’s plan didn’t work. Edward grabbed at a fabric pillow that had been on the couch and stuffed his mouth with it to keep himself from crying out.

It was a risky plan, but the doctor’s plan did work. When he threw open the door to the corridor to face Umar, Ahmad, and a contingent of concerned supplicants of the two chieftains, the doctor handed over the key to the replaced chastity belt and, hiding a smirk of knowledge that his own cum was squishing around deep in the young man’s ass channel, declared Edward d’Ibelin’s ass to be virginal to the staffs of men.

Umar licked his lips in anticipation and Ahmad breathed a sigh of relief. Edward stood, looking demure, his eyes downcast, a little smile on his lips.

The nefarious plans concerning Edward’s virginity weren’t over at that point, though. Umar having directed that Edward be taken to his rooms on the next day after having been properly bathed and anointed, turned and walked off, his mind not only on the hardness that had come to the sword between his legs but the calculation on how long to keep the young man in sexual thrall until Umar’s other sword came into play. He got almost as much sexual pleasure out of lopping the head off of a young man he had debauched as in fucking and torturing him sexually, but this one was special. Perhaps he’d keep him long enough for Hugh d’Ibelin to know Umar had his son and was slowly shredding his ass passage.

Now was the time for Ahmad’s plan to be put into force. In the darkness of night, as Edward lay, naked, stroking his staff, on the sleeping couch in his room, which was locked from without and guarded, Ahmad stole in through the secret passageway to the room. This, after all, was his castle, and he had assigned the rooms. The history of nighttime assignations within these walls was long and varied.

As soon as Edward knew he was not alone in the room and who it was who was moving onto the sleeping couch on his knees, the young man moaned low and spread and bent his legs, welcoming Ahmad between them.

“Quickly, quickly. I can’t wait longer,” Edward whispered with a deep moan.

Ahmad’s hands trembled as he awkwardly used the second key he had to the chastity belt to free Edward of that.

Ahmad moved into the familiar play of the cocks by frotting them and docking them, but Edward voiced his impatience and need.

“The night is short and I need you now–and again and again,” Edward murmured, it now being Ahmad’s turn to moan. Edward pulled Ahmad down to him for a deep kiss, raised his bent legs up, bringing his buttocks off the couch and rolling his pelvis up. He grasped Ahmad hard cock in his hand and pulled it to him.

“Inside me now. Take me swiftly and completely,” he murmured.

With a long, deep thrust, Ahmad was inside Edward’s heretofore forbidden passage, taking a march on Umar ibn al-Hakam’s proprietary claim to the channel. Edward, after all, had already been declared a virgin by Umar’s own doctor. In the interim before Umar fucked him, he would have been inside a locked room and outfitted with a chastity belt.

In the next hour and more, Ahmad pumped Edward in that position to an ejaculation, and he turned Edward on his belly, made him go up on his knees, covered and mounted him and fucked him to another ejaculation. And he fucked him in a side split. And he fucked him with both of them standing and bent over. Edward willingly and with moans and groans went with him in all, meeting Ahmad ejaculation with ejaculation and ending up with Ahmad, exhausted, lying on his back, and a needy Edward riding his pelvis and cock, the palms of his hands pressed into Ahmad’s nipples.

Edward exhausted now, as well, and having come several times himself, collapsed on Ahmad’s breast, as the older man purred his satiation and having put one over on the Saracen chieftain.

“You are a little minx in the riding,” Ahmad muttered. “If I didn’t know better, I would think you were a temple whore.”

“It’s been some time, but one doesn’t forget.”

“What do you mean?” the Turk asked, his voice and grip on Edward tightening.

“No one asked me if I was a virgin to men before you seized me in the shipwreck off Cyprus. I wasn’t.” Edward gave a little laugh. “I have sheathed some of the biggest shafts in the ranks of the Crusaders. I am ready for the heretics. Yours is fine; I’ve heard that the Saracen chief’s is legendary.”

“But the doctor . . . and all that time we could have–”

“The doctor was paid for his affirmation, and I know what both you and the Saracen do with men after you have ravished them. You will think of a way to save me before the Saracen takes me away or puts me to the sword here, or I will tell him how often you loosed your seed in me tonight. You are still inside me thick and throbbing. You still want me. I still want you. But you will think of a way to save me without yourself being put to the sword by Umar–as I fancy your cock inside me–or I’ll tell him you had been inside me nightly since you seized me off Cyprus.”

“I will arrange an escape,” Ahmad answered. He should be angry with the little minx, but his prowess on the couch and the audacity with which he fought to save his life very likely would save him–at least for a while . . . at least until Ahmad became tired of him, which the Turk suspected would not be for some time yet.

“I suppose I could arrange an escape tonight,” he whispered.

“Not tonight, please,” Edward responded. “I hear that Umar has a champion staff and can split a man in two. I have had some champion cocks; I want the challenge of his. I’ve waited too long for a taste of the roughness and complete taking rumors say he is capable of. I think a night or two with him before my escape is arranged would be in order.”

“You are a little temple whore, aren’t you?”

“Does that mean you don’t want to dip your cock in my passage anymore?” Edward asked.

“No, it does not mean that,” Ahmad growled. He had no idea if the passage of the slim blond beauty could withstand the impossibly thick and long thrusts of a stallion like Umar for one night, no less than two, but the young infidel’s fate had never been in question. He would enjoy the charms of him while he could. He turned Edward on his back, pinning the beautiful body of the young man under his muscular Turkish warrior’s weight without dislodging his staff inside Edward’s passage.

He slapped Edward’s thighs apart, and with a deep moan and an insistent “Now, fuck me hard now,” Edward flung his legs wide and rolled up his pelvis to receive the thrusts straight and to the quick, as Ahmad resumed plowing him deep and hard. Edward laughed, arched his back, and groaned to the ceiling of the room, reveling in the churning of the Turk’s huge cock inside him.

You know nothing of the sexual demands and cruelty of the great Saracen stallion who is Umar ibn al-Hakam, Ahmad thought, with a tinge of regret, but he would let tomorrow take care of tomorrow. For now he grunted happily as Edward met him thrust for thrust.

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The odds were against me. I grew up in a small town literally run by the Southern Baptists and the Church of Christ. My family was a pillar in the First Baptist Church of our little shitkicker town, and we were there every time the doors were opened. I should have known I was gay. Looking back, there were plenty of signs. But religion is a great mask, and I wore it well. I managed to get into a decent college that was far enough away from home that I wasn’t expected to come back too often. But my small town high school didn’t really prepare me for college, and it took every ounce of my being to keep my head above water academically. After all, I didn’t want to go crawling back to shitkickerville USA as a college dropout. Most people have time to sort out their sexuality during college, but my big head was stuck in a book, and the needs of my little head were put on hold.

After graduation, I managed to get a job in Minneapolis. My very southern parents teased me about freezing to death and joked about me running away. In reality, it wasn’t a joke. It wasn’t like I left the country, but I was ready to get away, far away. Minneapolis was about as removed as it gets from my upbringing. I moved in late May and started work on the first Monday of June. The bitter cold of Minneapolis is deceptively tucked away during this part of the year. I settled in. The job was going well, and I was actually making money. I joined a gym and started taking decent care of myself for a change. The job was challenging, but it was the type of work you could actually leave at the office. So I had time on my hands.

I was alone and far away from home and family. My stress level had plummeted. I was 22 years old, good looking, smart, well educated, employed, in decent shape, and a virgin. Without academic probation breathing down my throat, my mind had time to contemplate the absurdity of this situation. I saw men at the gym and admired them. Their discipline and comradery impressed me. In my mind, I thought, “I bet they’re not virgins.” This resulted in the twisted logic of “I want to be like them because being like them would solve my virginity issue.” I used my struggles with college as an excuse for why I had never successfully dated women. My history of decades of Sunday School clouded the obvious fact that I was simply gay. I didn’t want to “be like” those men at the gym, I wanted to “be with” them. But flipping that switch was not easy. Nobody knew me in Minneapolis. I had put forth no pretenses of being straight or gay. The option was there, but the overwhelming newness of being gay was a can of worms I was not yet ready to open.

I settled into a routine at the gym, and as is the case, you tend to run into the same crowd if you go at the same time on the same days. Faces became familiar, and some eventually had names attached. There was the occasional spot or tip exchanged between gym buds, but it wasn’t like I was making friends there. Thanks to the earbud, most men just kept to themselves and communications consisted of a glance or nod of the head in respectful acknowledgment of the other’s existence.

It was leg day, and I was doing squats. I was pushing hard, and asked Todd for a spot. Todd and I had spotted each other occasionally over the last several months. Despite our cordial reciprocal spotting, I didn’t know the first thing about Todd except that he was stunningly handsome. He looked a few years older than me, maybe 25. I was 5’10”, and he was a few inches taller than me. I was a smooth brunette, but he was a rather hairy blonde with blue eyes that were so bright, it wouldn’t have been a bad bet that they were colored contacts. In my history of being spotted, I had never really needed the help. But this day would be the first time I could honestly say had I not used a spotter, I might have ended up in the hospital. At the end of a set, my balance faltered due to a pain that shot down my left leg. Todd relieved me of the bar, and I ended up on the floor. Rattled by the situation, Todd and I racked the weights, and I hobbled off to the locker room deciding I shouldn’t push my luck any further.

As I returned to my locker from the shower, Todd was just coming in. He inquired as to my condition, and I told him the truth, it still hurt. He reached into his gym bag and pulled out a card. As he handed it to me, he said “Alternate heat and ice on it, and if it doesn’t feel better by the morning give me a call.” I looked down at the card, which said “Todd Marks, LMT” in rather clinical looking black text.

I went home and did as I was told. But despite taking a major dose of Alieve the night before, I woke up sore as all get out the next morning. As I drove to work, I dialed the number on the card. The call went to voicemail and after the beep I gave him the update and asked if he could see me after work. Right before lunch I got a text message “I am fairly booked tonight, but I can fit you in at 10:00 this evening at my studio if that’s not too late. Rate is $150 for 90 minutes. I take cash and PayPal. Just let me know.” It was a bit late for a “school night” but I didn’t like the idea of limping around the office for the whole week. I texted him back indicating that that was fine. He texted me the address, and it was all set up.

As I ate lunch, it occurred to me that this amazingly sexy man was going to be touching my naked body for an hour and a half. I had never had a professional massage before. Suddenly, the medical issue at hand took a back seat to what this might mean to the present state of repression I had managed to maintain. At some level I had to be aware of the logistics of what I was setting up, but I was so focused on the pain that my brain declined to process that part of the equation. Then the fear set in. Is Todd gay? If so, will he figure me out? If not, what happens if my body reacts in a “non-therapeutic” manner? What will it be like to see Todd at the gym either way? I could have texted him back and cancelled. But I didn’t. And at some level I had to admit, I didn’t want to. That little acknowledgement caused me to break out into a slight smile; a reaction I wasn’t anticipating.

I threw myself into work that afternoon just to get my mind off of the situation. I went home and continued to alternate between the ice bag and the heating pad. I took another handful of Alieve hoping that would help. My body was playing nursemaid, but my mind was concentrating on being alone in a room naked with Todd. Around 9:30 I set off to Todd’s place having no idea what to expect.

As I rang the doorbell, a small dog went crazy barking. Todd opened the door and said, “Don’t mind Killer. She’s harmless. Come on in.” He led me to a small bedroom that had been set up as a massage studio. The lights were dim and there were a few candles burning. The room smelled like oranges and vanilla. Soft lounge music played on a small stereo in the corner. Todd asked, “So is it any better?” I replied that it was, but indicated that the pain was still pretty bad. He said, “Well go ahead and take your clothes off. You can hang them on the pegs right there, and then lie face down on the table.”

So far so good. But as I started to undress, I noticed Todd was undressing as well. I had changed clothes since the office, but even so, I had shoes, socks, belt, and all that other stuff. He was just wearing a tank top and going commando in a pair of basketball shorts. So with so little to get out of, he was naked before I was. He saw the look on my face and immediately thought he had crossed a line. He said, “I always massage naked. Sorry, I should have said something first. You seem a little shocked.” I stammered, but managed to say, “Hey, it’s nothing we don’t see at the gym, right?” I gave a nervous smile and continued to undress.

I hopped up on the table hoping that in the darkness, he hadn’t noticed my rapidly forming erection. With my face buried in the doughnut pillow, all I could see was the lower half of his blonde furry legs. His calves were huge. It’s not like I hadn’t seen them before, but with this limited view, it was amazing how focused one could be. Very lightly, he ran his hands all up and down my body. It was tingly more than therapeutic. I had been touched sensually before, but it was during the few and desperate attempts I had made at dating women. From the moment his fingers glazed my body, I knew this was different.

Todd said, “I’m going to start with some stretches and bends just to get a sense of the limitation to your range of motion. I want you to say something as soon as it is painful. This is about making you better, not worse. OK?” I grunted my understanding. He oiled up both of my legs. Starting with the right leg, which didn’t hurt, he reached right under the pelvic bone with both hands and started pulling on my leg sliding down until he got to the foot. I could feel the stretch, and it felt good. He placed a hand under my knee and bent the foot back in a slow, deliberate motion. When it was fully folded, he lifted the knee up expanding the stretch. When he started on the other side, I nearly jumped off the table. The pain was excruciating. He immediately cut down on the pressure and slowed the stretch. The left leg barely bent compared to the right one, and he didn’t even attempt to lift the knee up. He said, “Yep, it’s pretty bad. If you are OK with it, I want to use an EMS machine on your leg. It just sends a mild electrical current through the muscle. For some people it relieves pain and reduces inflammation. Is that OK with you?” My only question was, “Does it cost more?” He laughed and said, “No.” I grunted another approval and he started washing the oil off of my left leg. He said, “I’m going to need to get these pads to stick to you. So we need to get the oil off of you. It’s also a good thing you are smooth. Otherwise, I might have to shave a spot to attach the pad.” The pads just felt like big stickers. He placed them just above the knee and just below the butt. He turned around and said, “This is going to feel a little weird at first. Some people find it ticklish. Some people find it creepy, like bugs crawling on them. Others find it pleasurable. I’m going to start off at a very low setting until the newness of the sensation dies down, and then we can crank it up to a more therapeutic level.” It was weird at first, but I got used to it nearly immediately. He cranked it up a notch and went to work on my back.

The back massage was like heaven. I wasn’t in pain there, but it sure felt good. Todd had strong hands and his ability to melt away tension was nothing short of amazing. When he massaged my neck, I could feel the heat of his naked body through the top of my head. My view was such that I couldn’t see his dick, but I knew it was right next to my head. This sent an electrical stimulation to another part of my body and no machine was required for that. When he was done with my neck, he went to the other end of the table and moved my legs closer together. I could feel the table shake a bit and realized he had crawled up on the table with me. I felt his hairy legs next to mine as I determined he was straddling me. He used the leverage of this new position to dig even deeper into my lower back. As he pushed up my spine, I could feel the head of his dick make contact with my ass. I let out a slight audible gasp, but he just kept on with the massage.

After he got off the table, he asked, “So how is the EMS machine feeling? Should we turn it up a bit?” I nodded in approval and shortly thereafter felt a slight contraction in my leg as a result of the adjustment. He went on to massage my right leg, and the inner thigh and butt work was nothing short of amazing. My left leg was jealous, but clearly not up to that sort of attention. I had to know this was coming, but somehow when the time arrived, I kinda freaked. Todd said, “OK, I’m going to remove the pads, and I’m going to need you to turn over.” I was hard as a rock. And there was nothing to do but turn over. So gay or not, Todd was going to see my dick in all its glory. He removed the pads, and I carefully rolled over.

“Oh wow” Todd said. “The EMS machine can do that to people. The stimulation can easily affect nearby areas. But don’t worry about it. It’s totally natural. Well, as natural as running electrical currents through your body can be.” We both chuckled a bit to ease the tension. I didn’t bother to say that the machine had absolutely nothing to do with it. He asked me to slide down a bit and put a pillow under my head. I was relieved to be out of the doughnut pillow. Not to mention, my view of Todd was vastly improved in this position. He repositioned the pads onto the front of my leg and cranked up the machine again. It was actually helping, and it also gave me a good excuse for my erection. Todd proceeded to work on my right leg from the top. Unlike the first part of the massage, Todd got a little chatty.

“So how long have you been in Minneapolis?” he asked. “Since May.” I responded. The small talk continued as he asked me about my job, where I went to school, where I grew up, and a host of other questions. The conversation wasn’t that strange, but having it naked while my cock was dribbling pre-cum at a rate I had never experienced before in my life was odd. Todd asked if I was ready to turn up the machine again. I said, “Sure, but if it stimulates my cock any more, my dick might explode.” He busted out laughing and said, “Yeah, that looks like it might be getting painful. You know, these things are made for medical purposes, but some people actually use them for sexual stimulation as well. You can use the clamps that hook onto the pads to hook onto other devices.” As he went over to turn up the machine, my mind was going wild with the possibilities. He turned it up, but clearly more than the last time. It was like he wanted to see my dick explode. When he turned back from the machine, it was the first time I had a clear view of him. He was hard as a rock, and his dick was stunning. Thick, uncut, veiny, huge egg-sized balls, and wiry blonde hair everywhere. It was hard to tell from my vantage point on the table, but he was probably seven inches or so. But with that girth, it seemed gargantuan. My impulse was to reach out and grab it. But my fear caused me to remain catatonic. He saw the way my eyes widened and he responded, “Yeah, you may not be the only one suffering. Sorry, I just couldn’t help it. I massage a lot of guys, many of whom are quite handsome and even well hung. But you seem to be more than just a pretty face, with, well shall we say, a big heart.” As he euphemistically referred to my dick, he ran a finger lightly under the head of it, and I thought I might shoot the biggest load of my life right then and there. I had never had anyone so blatantly refer to me in a positive sexual manner. Clearly, I was being flirted with, and I liked it.

He went back to my right leg and my curiosity got the best of me. I said, “So you say those clamps can hook onto other devices.” I held up my hands and made air quotes when saying the word devices. “So what do you mean by that?” Todd said, “Well you can hook them to metal butt plugs and stimulate someone anally that way. You can also use bands that wrap directly around the penis and stimulate them that way. You can also use a certain type of sound that has a flat metal part at the top which is meant for an electrical clamp to be placed on it. That can send the electrical stimulation to the interior of the shaft and even down to the prostate, and when used with the butt plug, it can send a current through your ass right up to the tip of your dick. Some people respond very well to them. Would you like to see?” I replied, “What is a sound. It’s obviously not a noise.” He replied, “Here. I’ll show you.” He walked over to a drawer and pulled out a long metal stick. I was like, “What do you do with that?” He said, “You lube it up, insert it into the urethra, and it’s like jacking off, but from the inside.” I winced at the idea, but was oddly turned on as well. He could see my discomfort but assured me, “It sounds worse than it is, and once you get used to it, it feels great. If you hook the electrical current up to it, it will send you to the moon and back. Would you like to try it?”

So I’m a virgin. I’ve never had sex. I’m in a dark room with a near stranger who I’m just figuring out is gay, or at least bi-sexual. And he’s offering me, as my first sexual experience ever, the kinkiest shit I’ve ever heard of, much less experienced. I feel like I’m in one of those Tesla videos where they are demonstrating the difference between Insane Mode and Ludicrous Mode. But instead of saying no, the words, “Is it safe?” seem to come out of my mouth involuntarily. Clearly I have reached a certain level of insanity due to dehydration from the loss of fluids due to my hour of electrically stimulated pre-cum. Todd quickly nods and says, “Well I would start out with the smallest one. I wipe them down with a sterilizing swab. I use medical grade lube, and I go really slowly. If there is any pain, I stop.” After a brief pause, I’m like, “Why not?”

Todd goes back to the drawer and pulls out a sound that is far less intimidating. He crawls up on the table and sits facing me. His feet are by my chest and he has positioned my legs on top of his spreading them apart to give him full access to my dick. He is still hard as a rock and I can feel the tip of his dick as it not so subtly glazes my asshole. I flinch at the contact. He says, “Do you like that?” I respond, “Well, it’s never happened before.” With great surprise, Todd inquires, “You mean you’ve never bottomed before? I mean with a dick like yours, I can see you being a total top. But never?” I don’t know why, but all the barriers came crashing down, and I just opened up to Todd. He was a massage therapist, not a therapist. But for some reason, I felt safe, which is ironic considering he was on the verge of shoving a metal rod down my dick and lighting it up with electricity.

With my revelations, it was Todd’s turn to be shocked. He had been out since high school. His parents were highly supportive, and he was sympathetic to my situation, but had no ability to be empathetic. He listened intensely, and the moment was emotional. But surprisingly, the sexual charge never faded. So he looked me in the eye one last time and said, “Are you sure you want to try this.” I just grinned while biting my lower lip. That was all he needed. He grabbed my throbbing cock and starting slowly inserting the sound into my dick. It stung a little bit at first, not to mention, it was a cold. But it slowly slid down my urethra. Todd gently guided it up and down stroking my cock from the inside while using his hand to stroke me from the outside.

He said, “Well that’s step one. Are you ready for step two?” He turned around, went to the drawer, and pulled out a small metal butt plug. Now keep in mind, I’ve never been fucked in my life. Nothing’s ever gone up there, much less a metal electric sex toy. But there are times in life where you are just too deep, and you might as well finish what you started. I replied, “Sure.” He squeezed the device in his hand as if to try to warm it up. He covered it in lube and started rubbing it up against my hole. I thought my eyes were going to roll back in my head. I had so much going on physically and mentally at the point that I thought I might pass out. The anal insertion took a while. Todd kept commenting on how tight I was. But at some point the mass broke through and seemed to lock into place. I could feel the stimulation on my leg stop as Todd unclamped the pads. He leaned over to turn down the juice and hooked the clamps to the butt plug and sound. I jumped, but quickly caught my breath. Todd just looked at me feeling joy in the obvious pleasure he was bringing to me and the momentous achievement of my sexual awakening. He got a big smile on his face and said, “Ready?” I whimpered a yes and he started turning up the current. I had never felt anything like it in my life. My ass was spasming, and it was like I was involuntarily milking the butt plug. Something was going on at the base of my dick I couldn’t explain. Nothing was moving, but I was on a ride like no other. As soon as my breath evened out again, Todd turned up the current again. He could tell I was on the verge. He said, “Tell me before you think you are going to cum. Based on your pre cum, this could be explosive, and I don’t want you to cum with the sound inside of you. It could literally fly out.” I replied, “I’m OK for the moment. It has kinda leveled out. But I will let you know.” Todd leaned down and did something I wasn’t expecting. He kissed me. Gently at first, but after a few seconds, quite aggressively. This distracted me from what was going on with my groin area, but the overall sensation was electric both literally and metaphorically. I pushed him off my mouth and said, “I’m about to explode.” He disconnected the clamps and slowly removed the sound and butt plug. He said, “Are you ready for the real thing?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He crawled up on the table and worked his thick dick into my dilated hole. He grabbed my dick and started stroking it while his dick was pumping my ass. I paid close attention to this feeling because I knew it wasn’t going to last for very long. I was screaming by this point and my first non-virginal ejaculation was on its way. The first spurt flew all the way over my head. The second went right across the bridge of my nose. The third hit my chin. The remaining ropes got progressively lower on my chest. When the fireworks were over, Todd let go of my dick, leaned back to brace himself, arched upwards a bit, and just slammed his cock into my ass at a mesmerizing pace. Within 20 seconds he stopped, and I could feel the warm jiz filling my ass.

When he was done, he didn’t pull out. He pulled me up by my arms, held me tight, and kissed me. His tongue licked the cum off of my face and when he kissed me again, I could taste my own cum, which was a first in a long night of so many firsts. I was 22 and had just had sex for the first time in my life. I was like a kid at an amusement park who had ridden his first rollercoaster. When the ride was over, I just wanted to get back in line and do it again.

Todd gave up the pretense that this was still a massage and led me to his bedroom. He pulled out some lube from the nightstand, threw it at me, and said, “This night is hardly over. Get to it!” I lubed up my dick, pushed his legs back, and did exactly as I was told. Having just cum one of the largest ejaculations of my life, I was able to control the timing a little at this point. I got into a deep penetrating rhythm and fucked Todd with abandon. My dick wasn’t as thick as his, but at 9”, it was certainly longer. He looked a little uncomfortable at first, but he egged me on, and I gave it to him hard just like he begged me to. I got lost in the moment and was floating as if I were high. The electrical stimulation might have fried my brain a little, but this high was not the result of Alieve, that was for sure. Not being experienced in all of this, I was too busy fucking him to jack his cock as well. But he seemed to be handling that just fine. I could feel my second round bubbling up to the surface, and from the sound of it, Todd wasn’t too far behind. I drove my cock in as deep, fast, and hard as I could, and although I didn’t think it was possible, this round felt even better than the first because my dick was in the warmest, tightest, most pleasurable of places, a place I had never experienced. After I caught my breath, I regained my situational awareness and realized Todd was about to cum. I pulled out, leaned over, and put my mouth on the head of his dick just in time to swallow a thick creamy load. I was hesitate about doing it, but since we were ticking off a list of firsts, I figured why not experience this as well.

Todd leaned over and said, “With that pain in your leg, you need to call in sick to work tomorrow so I can take excellent care of it.” I just smiled as he wrapped his whole body around me, turned off the light, and covered us with the blanket.

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Walt had fucked me very hard the previous night and I fell asleep with his long, thick cock up my ass.

Walt’s “Little Bitch” woke the next morning with that meaty bone still buried in her ass. Damn! That felt wonderful!

I started to pull off of him, but he grabbed me and held me close. I felt his cock stiffening inside me. I was glad it was still in me. I was still terribly sore and it would have hurt tremendously for him to push inside me again.

“Is my ‘Little Bitch” in heat this morning?” he playfully asked.

“Do I have a choice?”

“Not really,” he chuckled.

“Oh well. Since you insist!” I replied just before I elbowed his ribs.

No use. He just laughed as he rolled us over, him on top. He pinned my arms and I resigned myself to a nice, long morning fuck. This little bitch wasn’t feeling so much in heat at the moment, but he still felt nice in my ass.

I expected a very long, and somewhat painful fucking when he suddenly rolled onto his back. I was astride him reverse cow-girl style. With his cock being so large, he stayed in me the entire time. 

I wanted to get off and turn around, but Walt said, ”Please, don’t. I want to watch your beautiful ass as you ride me.”

How sweet! He loves watching me walk, especially when I’m naked and in heels! I gave him a show, grinding against him and swiveling my hips. I braced myself on his knees and raised my ass, slamming back down.

I was losing myself in the sweet sensations of his nice, thick cock filling my ass. My little cock was at full attention! I smiled and reached up to play with my breasts. Walt’s hands caressed my hips and bottom. I reached back down and stroked my cock gently.

I don’t know how long I rode him. I spun around, his cock still inside. He gasped in delight. I leaned back and braced against his knees as I resumed grinding my ass against him. He took my cock in his hand and gently stroked it. I could tell I was getting flushed. I was warm from my face to my nipples!

“That’s it. Come for me, my Little Bitch. Fill my hand with your cream,” he growled softly.

I came.

“That’s my girl” he said. “That’s a good little bitch.”

I smiled and relaxed as I continued riding him.

“Please, Walt, come inside me”, I pleaded. “Fill me up!”

  He grabbed my hips again and rolled us over until he was on top, staring into my eyes. He planted his mouth on mine as he started thrusting harder and harder. His baseball bat of a cock hit the end of my channel painfully, but I didn’t care! I was still riding high on my earlier orgasm. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled myself onto his magnificent cock. I squirmed and twisted beneath him. I raked my nails down his back. 

Walt rode me another ten or fifteen minutes before he stiffened and filled my ass. I could feel some leaking out around his cock. We lay intertwined a few more minutes before I excused myself to shower, then fix breakfast.  

While he was showering, I put my costume back on. I added one of his white shirts to the ensemble. It was clear Walt was REALLY getting into fucking his Little Bitch. 

Walt came out of our room wearing only his towel. I get so aroused seeing him like that, I practically throw myself at him! He came up and wrapped his arms around me, giving me a quick squeeze before pouring coffee.  His towel was open enough that I would get an occasional glimpse of his magnificent manhood. (He can have bacon….. I WANT THAT COCK!!)

After breakfast, Walt watched me clean up. I was a sight in my cat ears, collar, stockings, heels and shirt. The tail hung down from beneath the shirt. I swayed my hips as I walked. My little cock was erect and rubbing against the shirt. I’d stay just out of reach.

Soon, Walt had his cock out and stroking it.  I had an exaggerated swing to my hips as I slowly walked to him. I slowly unbuttoned the shirt, teasing him with brief glimpses of the flesh underneath.  I sat on a bar stool and lifted a leg. He took the hint and knelt before me. He kissed my legs and inside my thighs as he removed my heels and stockings.

My small cock was in his face. He took it in his mouth and sucked me hard.  In the early stages of our relationship, I shied away from asking him to suck me. Few men I knew were willing to, or comfortable with, sucking me: however, Walt brought it up and regularly took me into his mouth. While he wasn’t as talented as Stephanie, he still was pretty damn good!  I came way too quickly for my liking. Maybe, he’ll suck me later!

“Does the Big, Bad Wolf want his Little Bitch?” I purred seductively. “Do you want her pretty little ass?”

His wicked smile was all the answer I needed!

Walt sat back on the sofa and I straddled him, kissing him. He pushed my shirt aside and cupped my small, round breasts with his big hands.  He ran his thumbs across my nipples causing me to gasp in delight. Soon he took a nipple into his mouth and lightly bit it. Damn! I’m ready for that cock!

I raised my hips and he slowly pulled out my tail. He worked it in and out several minutes, loosening my sphincter. He soon tired of fucking me with the butt plug and tossed it aside. He guided me onto the head of his cock and eased into me. The pain and pleasure as he slowly forced my asshole open was almost more than I could stand! My little cock was erect again! 

Finally, he was balls deep inside my stretched ass, the head resting painfully (but a pain I like!) against the end of my chute. He held me down allowing the pain to increase the longer I sat there. I was squirming slightly, a sign I was ready to continue.

  Walt let go and I started rocking on his cock. I could feel the baseball like head as it rubbed against my ass walls.  I rocked back and forth on his cock. I couldn’t raise very much: he had a nipple clenched 

between his teeth, his tongue flicking across the tip. I was purring like a kitten at this point. I pulled his head close. I wanted him to take all my small, round breast into his mouth. He sucked on the whole thing a couple of moments then released it. 

I was able to ride easier. I held onto his wide shoulders and wiggled side to side. He ran his strong, calloused hands down my sides and cupped my bottom. His hands traveled up my back and down again. 

Walt rolled me over on my back. I lay on the sofa as thrust deeply into me. I pulled his face close and kissed all over it. I bit his lower lip.

“Fuck me harder, my love. Make me yelp! No……Make me scream out your name!!!” 

Well……his thrusts got harder. I yelled out his name several times before he placed a hand over my mouth. We both laughed as he shushed me. He pounded my sore ass, my legs wrapped around him. I raked my nails down his muscular, and quite hairy back. Too soon, he  filled me with his hot cum.

We lay there a few minutes, then showered and went to bed.

I think of my Big Bad Wolf every time I finger my collar.  

The Corner

By : A. Williams

     I walked down the well-lit sidewalk with the smell of you and the smell of our lovemaking all over me. I smile remembering your words of passion as we finally let go of all our inhibition’s and had the best mind blowing man sex on Earth. In the after math as we cuddled, your words of love for me were very touching and almost made me cry. I have loved you for a year now, as we meet in secret. In those dark hide-away sleazy well used hotel or motel rooms. You are still not ready to let anyone know you’re gay but I can wait.

     I walked into Johns’ bar to get a beer like any other Friday night. I headed to my favorite dark corner where I can watch everyone but no one could see me. The band is really good tonight and couples were gathered on the dance floor swaying to the beat of the latest dance tunes. John is a friend of mine from high school and he has done well for a man nearing thirty. He owns 3 bars in town, each with a different atmosphere. I like “The Hole in the Wall – Bar and Grill” best.

     The name is deceiving. It’s very nice and with padded chairs and real oak tables. The bar has a large dance floor and big stage for the bands. The bar itself is U shaped with high stools. The grill area is in a different room from the bar but nicely appointed as well.  And they serve up the best burgers in the down-town area along with a large variety of pub favorites. I noticed John and Russell were working the bar tonight and I realized it had been a while since John and I have spoken. I should ask him about the wife and kids.

     As I’m enjoying my beer and watching the couples dance, I think of my man Randy. I took a deep breath and smelled him on me still and my heart fluttered. How I wish he was here with me so we could dance together cheek to cheek. But he would never do anything like that in public, he’s still too deep in the closet.

     I heard loud laughter with a very familiar ring to it. It’s was coming from the bar. When I looked over that way, I was in total shock at what I saw. There was my Randy and a girl. From the way they were laughing and touching, not just any girl but his girl. I felt tears running down my cheeks. I felt sick to my stomach, betrayed. I’d given him all my love and all my soul. But I was in the corner watching him kiss her lovingly. I’m right over here why couldn’t he see me?

     As I cried, I wondered if all this was a bad joke. We were just in bed making sweet love to each other not an hour ago or did I dream that? It was too painful to watch him with her anymore. Not after he’d just expressed his love for me after we made love. My anger started to rise up in me as I readied myself to storm out of the bar.

     As I quickly walked from my corner and toward the front door. As I passed him, Randy looked in the mirror behind the bar and our eyes meet briefly. As if I didn’t exist, he looked back at his girl and I felt in a daze of despair and pure self-loathing. I stumbled on across the room and through the door into the night air. I stand there a minute, seeing the long empty sidewalk stretched out ahead of me. It’s so desolate and I suddenly feel so alone.

     I walked home down the sidewalk and a drizzling rain started coming down. Great, just great I think as the water trickles down my collar soaking my back under my jacket. I think of all the times I dropped everything and rushed to another sleazy hotel to be with Randy and my anger increased tenfold. I could strangle him with my bare hands and shove him up that bitch’s ass. “Fuck you” I thought as the rain soaked my Levis.

     My phone rang and I pulled it from my soaked pocket. It was Randy… and I let it go to voice mail. He was the last person on Earth I wanted to talk to or see. “Go to hell!” I shouted aloud but my words feel unheard.  I kicked an empty beer can in a muddy puddle on the wet sidewalk soaking my boots even more. Hell, I’m soaked to the bone and still have 6 blocks to go. Can this night get any worse?

     As if God answered my question himself, there was a huge flash of lightning that split the night and a loud crack of thunder that shook the street. Ahead I saw a loving couple holding hands and sharing an umbrella as they walked along with their heads together. That could have been Randy and I, together and in love. Knowing that was like a knife in my heart and I felt the tears start to roll down my face again. I wondered if that girl could love Randy better than I could. I wondered why he turned away from me and went to her.

     I wondered and pondered, but my questions would never be answered… because I’m in the corner on my own.

The End.

By : A. Williams

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I awoke very abruptly some time later to an intensely sharp, stinging sensation in my ass. a feeling utterly unlike all the other tortures that had assailed it before. It was seeping into every crevice, every wrinkle – it was even sinking beneath the skin, burning brightly along my nerve endings. 

I opened my eyes, blinking, huffing musty air through my nostrils – as well as the pungent smell of rubbing alcohol. Everything was fuzzy; I couldn’t see much. Morning sunlight filtered through glass somewhere behind me and somewhere ahead. Something was in my mouth again, gagging me, but it was too hard to be my boxers. I was still naked, I realized, though somehow this didn’t surprise me. What did surprise me was the fact that I knew I was back in my van, lying on top of the familiar blankets and pillows I called home, smelling their comfortable old must. My wrists were far apart and bound, but gone was the sharp bite of the zip-tie. Instead I felt the cold metal of  handcuffs, one pair on each wrist. They’d been latched to the firm steel support bars at the base of each of the front seats, spreading my arms out and securing them above my head. My ass was propped up on one of the firmer pillows, and it had two fingers in it – that much I could tell from touch alone. They weren’t prodding me in any lewd way, however. It felt…clinical. 

My eyes cleared as I looked down my naked body and saw Ben crouching low between my legs. An open bottle of rubbing alcohol rested next to his elbow, explaining the deep sting – he was dousing my ravaged insides with it. He was fully clothed, a clingy white button-down and some rough jeans. He was even wearing his glasses again, which made him look like a stern doctor with his furrowed brow. He was holding one of my legs up with his shoulder and working on applying the alcohol to the tenderest parts of my ass, concentrating so intently that he didn’t notice I’d come to. 

I kept my eyes half-shut, and didn’t move at all. I thought about kicking him in my grogginess, but I realized that my right leg – the one not currently resting on his shoulder – was bound just as tightly as my wrists. Instead of handcuffs it was a held by a knotted bungee cord, its other end tied smartly around a steel beam that protruded from the wall of the van, just above the metal mound that encased the rear tire. He’d made sure I was completely helpless. All I could do was watch…and wait.

He took his fingers out of me, and I saw what else he’d been using to clean me out: the sagging white glob of a wet cotton ball, stained pink in the middle. My ass throbbed terribly, feeling like a pincushion. He tossed the used cotton ball into a small pile of two or three others with the same faint coloring, then capped the bottle of rubbing alcohol and put it aside. He sniffed and sat up, straightening his glasses, studying my hole until he felt satisfied that his job was complete. Only then did he glance up and see me watching him. 

He smirked, but he looked tired. “Just cleaning up my mess,” he said. He let my leg fall off his shoulder as he got up and gathered his cleaning supplies. He put everything but the trash back into my footlocker, which he’d shoved into the very back corner of the van – right next to my left foot, the only limb of mine that wasn’t tied down. 

I tried to say something, I don’t know what – but my mouth was gagged. “Found that old ball gag in your footlocker when I was looking for your cuffs,” he said. He sounded jovial, but I could tell it was a mask. “You remember it? I do. I kinda liked it when you used it on me. Thought I’d return the favor.”

I huffed angrily through my nose, fuming. I tore my head away from him, glaring at the flowing tapestries that hung from the walls of the van. He didn’t laugh at me that time. It seemed as if all the rage from the night before had leaked out of him. Of course, that hardly meant there was anything friendly left over.

He leaned down and pulled a light blanket over my nude body with one hand, right up to my chin. I had to admit it felt good to be covered up in that humiliating position, not to mention warmer. I didn’t assume it was an act of kindness, however. “I’ll…be right back,” he said, and opened the back of the van. I saw his messy garage beyond the back doors – he’d backed the van right up into it. I saw a duffel bag on the floor, stuffed with clothes it looked like – and then the doors shut, and he was gone.

I tugged at the handcuffs once I was alone. I only owned two pairs, so I knew one of them had to be the trick pair. I found the trick pair quickly. It was holding my left wrist against the passenger seat. I also found that Ben had completely covered the trick latch with thick, tightly wrapped layers of duct tape, making it impossible for me to undo with half the fingers on one hand. God damn it, I thought, though I knew I should have figured it wouldn’t be that easy.

He was back moments later. He came in through the driver’s side door and tossed his duffel bag into the back of the van. It hit my chest and rolled next to my footlocker. It was heavy, tightly packed to the brim, and it knocked the wind out of me. “Watch out,” he called sarcastically, before turning on the ignition. In seconds we were rolling, and I had no idea where to. He wasn’t about to tell me, and I was to exhausted to care. I let myself sleep. For some strange reason, it was easy.

I woke up as the van rumbled to a stop. I turned my head to look out the front windows, but it was impossible. I looked out the tinted back windows instead. There was a bright, cloudless sky, and the roof of a building – but that was all I could make out through the dark glass. We may have been in Mexico, for all I knew. I would have actually been happy if that were the case.

Ben was shuffling around in the driver’s seat, and then he was climbing over my head into the back of the van, shaking the entire frame. I watched as his meaty thighs stretched the blue denim inches above my face, watched as his bulge shifted between them. Watched meaty his ass, large and powerful and shaped two giant hams, as it shifted in the tight seat of the jeans. 

He settled carefully between my legs, resting on his bent knees. He seemed nervous – and excited. He was looking forward, out the front windows of the van. “This is neat,” he finally said, with a pleasant and genuine grin. “I totally appreciate the tinted windows. I know they’ve always been there, but there’s just something so different about it now, you know? Now that I’m the one…er…” 

He blushed sheepishly. His eyes lowered themselves onto my prone form, flickering over the dark hair of my exposed armpits, the small patch of fur on my lean chest, and all the angles and planes that were covered and hugged by the thin, clinging fabric of the blanket. He lowered himself and straddled my hips, placing one thigh on either side of my waist. He was heavy, and I could feel his hard cock pressing into my soft crotch through his jeans. His hands darted down onto my body like hawks hunting rabbits, covering my exposed armpits with his palms. He smiled, rubbing slowly, back and forth. 

My initial alarm quickly faded, and I realized that he was being strangely sensual. Then I realized that it was starting to tickle. I jerked in his hands involuntarily, and his grin got wider. His fingers began to tease the sensitive flesh of my pits, brushing lightly over the hair, up and down…

He stopped as suddenly as he’d started, before I could consider pleading with him. He grabbed the blanket and slowly pulled it down. The entirety of my bare, heaving chest was shortly exposed to the air, my nipples red and erect under his thumbs. “I’m gonna make you want this,” he breathed lustily. His blue eyes were bright behind his foggy glasses as he watched me squirm against my restraints and the raw weight of his body. His hands cupped my pecs, feeling them, caressing them. They ran over my pits again, and then up the graceful, sinewy muscles along the back of my arms. 

I could do nothing but give in and accept his attention, telling myself it was unwanted and cursing him for it. My body had already excepted it, of course; I knew he could feel my cock hardening against his. I told myself it was simply a base reaction to being so close to him, to the way his hands were enjoying me… 

His hips were grinding into mine now, and his fingers were at my pits again – tickling and tugging the thick hair there, immediately making me shriek into the ball gag despite myself. My pits were sweating heavily from the nervousness and the fear, no doubt filling the air between us with my own musk. His nostrils flared as he drank it in, and it only encouraged him to go further. I’d never had any brothers, or even cousins. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had held me down and tickled me, if it had ever happened at all. He wasn’t stopping.

It didn’t take much for me to lose my mind when he really went to work. I was laughing and screaming at once, though it was largely muffled by the gag. My body jerked and twisted under him as he played me like a harp, up and down. His fingers like voracious, nibbling fish that wouldn’t leave until they’d picked my carcass to the bone. His cock was grinding into me, dominating my hips, making sure I couldn’t move an inch. Once he had me pushing my hips up into his in my fits of uncontrollable panting, he stopped. Leaned back. 

I opened my eyes, tears streaming down my face, and focused on him. He wasn’t grinning anymore, but the look on his face was still quite intense. He was thinking about something I knew I’d find distressful.

You have to let me go, I tried to say, but of course I could only grunt wetly into my own ball gag. I have to leave town tonight…Pendrick... My cock throbbed beneath his thigh.

Without saying a word he dismounted and stripped the blanket off of me completely, exposing my naked flesh to the cool air once again. My cock was pink and hard and alive, rising into its long and subtle curve now that it wasn’t being smothered by the blanket or Ben’s pelvis. He eyed it, eyed all of me. I wished I could tell what he was thinking, but most of all I was hoping he wasn’t going to tickle me anymore.

“You’ve got a thing for tying me up,” he stated after a long moment of raping me with his eyes. “Actually, I can only think of two or three times you didn’t do that. I get it now – why tying me up turned you on, I mean.” His hands were on my chest again, feeling the firmness of my stretched pectorals. My skin tingled all over in response. “It’s fucking hot, isn’t it, having total control over someone? It’s hot the other way around, too, even if it took a couple sessions with you for me to admit I liked it. But you know what I didn’t like about it?” 

His hands were on the move again. They made their way down my ribcage, my stomach, tracing the valley of my naval and the supple plains of muscle that led down to my groin. I couldn’t stop him. I couldn’t even turn my hips away from him. “I didn’t like not being able to touch you,” he was saying. “I’d never actually been with another guy, before you. You knew that.” He was lying down next to me now, head resting on my shoulder, his own shoulder cradled in the crook of my open armpit as his hands continued to roam across my torso. “I wanted to…explore. You know? Play. I’d never had the chance to do anything like that to a guy – for a guy.” 

He sucked on my nipple for a moment before he went on, tongue tracing its edges and flicking across its tip. His blue eyes flashed when I grunted sharply into the gag, and he grinned boyishly around my tender pec. “Now I get every inch of you, all to myself.” His breath was impossibly hot on my wet, erect nipple, and we both saw it stiffen further beneath his pink lips. His hands had gone lower. He had my had cock in his grip now, squeezing and stroking. He watched my body react to his touch, a desperate, hungry fire growing hotter in his eyes.

“I know what you want to do with this tool of yours,” he said darkly, after a moment of squeezing me to full attention. His voice was different now.

He got up and undid his belt, then pushed his jeans down off his hips along with his boxers, until he was naked from the waist down. His cock was hard and thick, bobbing heavily between his powerful thighs above his sagging pink balls. He straddled my hips, and I felt the intense heat of his groin as it pressed against my own, mingling our cocks and balls and our thick, masculine bushes of soft pubic hair. 

He took my cock and pushed it under his hanging balls, then let it snap back into place against the cleft of his ass. The fine hairs of his ass ring tickled my shaft, and the thick heat of his undercarriage radiated across my skin. He began to slowly gyrate, reaching behind and holding my cock against his hole as he rubbed himself into me, creating a hot, velvety friction. It was all I could to not to pump my hips in response. He could tell I was struggling, watching me closely over the rim of his misty glasses. His other hand was firmly planted on the center of my chest, the muscles of his arm shifting and flexing under his light golden skin as he held me down with ease. All the while his own cock bobbed above my stomach, half-hidden by the hanging fabric of his shirt, red and angry and thick.

Though my body was throbbing with base, uncontrollable lust, a small and poignant shard of my mind was beginning to sink into a pit of dull fear. It was finally becoming clear that Ben had kidnapped me. He had me tied up naked in my own van, utterly at his mercy – and I didn’t know how much mercy he actually had in him. He’d certainly shown me none the night before, and every fiber of my being expected him to abandon this cunning, gentle creature he was playing and brutalize me again. Rape me again. 

And still beneath this creeping unease was another, altogether different sort of dread, like a churning ocean beneath a gathering storm. The clock was ticking. Come sundown, my life would be forfeit if any of Pendrick’s goons spotted this van within city limits – and I couldn’t warn Ben about this, because there was an orb of rubber stuffed between my teeth.

“I don’t want you to go,” he was whispering softly, almost to himself. His naked thighs tightened around my waist. My cock was being held against his hole by the clenching meat of his ass cheeks. It was intensely erotic, and it was more than distracting me from even the worst of my fears. He was talking in a calm, reedy voice that would certainly devolve into desperate and thoughtless moaning, if my cock could ever penetrate him again. I suddenly wanted to hear that, really, really badly.

“I don’t know why you want to leave town after everything you – everything we did. I think you’re just pussing out, personally. You don’t want to take responsibility for any of it – and pretend your pathetic little apology made up for anything. You really thought one night would even make a dent in that shit you pulled? One night!” He laughed deeply, bitterly, and I felt its reverberations around my cock. 

“I shouldn’t really care, should I? So fuck it. You can run off like a bitch if you want to, but I’m not letting you wiggle out of our ‘arrangement’ just yet.” I was pushing my cock against his hole now, buzzing with lust. I really was scared of him – which just made me want to fuck him all the more. He was so lost in his monologue that he was totally oblivious to this fact. “We’re not done yet, you and me. Not when we’ve got so much unfinished-fucking-business.” If only he’d lower that luscious ass of his onto my cock, he’d remember how good I could make him feel…

He let my cock fall away and rolled off of me, leaving me panting and almost angry. He began to pull on his boxers, giving me quite a show as his muscular lower body flexed and squeezed its way back into his jeans. He stuffed his hard cock down into his boxers before dragging the zipper over his swollen package, and I could feel myself licking my lips. Not even the hell he’d put me through the night before had dampened my desire for him. To feel the meat of his hot ass there, so close to my cock after all those long, gray weeks apart…the piece of me that had been frightened of him had vanished, for the moment. I still wanted him. Badly. I wanted to fuck him back into submission, as soon as I was back in control. I was still crazy about him…even if he’d gone a little crazy.

Focus.  

I shook my head, cleared it. None of this mattered. Ben could do what he wanted to me – play at kidnapping and domination and sexual torture and whatever else – but somehow I had to make sure he did it well outside of city limits. Pendrick’s last warning was still hanging over me, looming like a pendulum. I’d waited until the last minute to get myself into this mess, and now it was Friday morning, the thirty-first – the last day of the month. I had to be out of the city by midnight, or Pendrick’s men – that evil fuck Redding, specifically – would be looking for me. To kill me…and probably worse, before that. They knew this van. If Ben was going to keep me trapped in it for any significant period of time…

I lifted my free foot and nudged him before he could get up. He looked down at me, zipping up his jeans. “What?”

“We can’t stay here,” I tried to shout as clearly as I could, but the ball gag turned it into a muddy string of urgent, hissing vowels. I was hoping the very real fear in my eyes would communicate more. I was hoping he’d take the gag out, even for a few seconds.

“You must think I’m a complete idiot.” He pulled the blanket over my body again, making a tent over my hard cock. “That gag’s staying in a good while longer. You’re always talking, Johnny. You talk too much – but you never listen. Not to me. Not really.” His bare foot pushed into my cock, grinding down with terrible pressure…

I yelled, as much from anger as pain, and tried to throw my knee into his shin in my frustration. He easily avoided it, stepping over my body awkwardly in the relatively cramped confines of the van. He nearly stumbled down onto me as he knelt over me, but he was grinning widely despite. “Feisty!” he exclaimed, stroking my hair. “Don’t worry. I won’t leave the gag in there forever. We’re just kind of in the middle of a mall parking lot right now – but eventually I’m gonna get you to a place where we can be alone. Nobody for miles. Then I’ll definitely want to listen to you beg me for all sorts of raunchy shit – or maybe beg me to stop. Haven’t decided yet.” 

His hand suddenly closed around my balls through the blanket, and began to squeeze. The pain was instant and intense. “Now…when I open the door in minute, you’re gonna be as quiet as a mouse…right?” He thumbed one of my balls – hard. I groaned loudly at the pain, and the sound was as honest as it was forlorn. “If you’re not quiet, I’m going to do much worse than this when I get back – and no one will have heard you anyway. Believe me? Nod if you do.”

I did.

“Good.” He left my tortured balls to cower beneath the blanket alongside my shrinking cock. “Oh yeah,” he muttered to himself, and grabbed my one free leg. He wrapped another bungee cord around my ankle and hooked it under an identical metal beam on the other side of the van, spreading my legs apart, then tied it tight. “Don’t want you making any noise once I’m gone, either. I almost trust you not to…” He was stroking my inner thigh with his warm hand. His touch was tender. Sweet. “…but I shouldn’t.” 

He got up and crawled into the front of the van. I didn’t bother trying to shout at him again. He pulled the spare tapestry across the back of the seats to block the view, tinted windows or not. Then he opened the door and left me to shiver alone in a growing pool of dread.

He was gone for a long time. I lay there in the shifting light of the autumn afternoon that was lazily passing beyond the tinted windows. I tried in vain to pick apart the tape that covered the latch on the trick cuffs, until my hand cramped up. After that I thrashed around angrily, uselessly, strong limbs straining but going nowhere. This tantrum only served to knock the blanket off my hips. It slid down my thigh and crumpled amongst the rest of the pillows and padding, leaving everything by my left shin exposed to the chill air. I let my head fall onto the pillow with a frustrated moan, defeated. 

During the few hours that followed I heard voices more than once, as people came within arm’s reach of the van. I couldn’t decide whether or not I wanted them to find me – perhaps I didn’t. Part of me feared the potential humiliation of strangers seeing me tied down and naked, obviously abused and not looking the slightest bit manly. Another part of me…didn’t want this to be over just yet.

There came the muffled din of young male voices, growing steadily louder as they approached the van. I heard little of what they were saying, each juvenile statement punctuated by a bout of snorting laughter.

“Shitty old thing…” 

“…like a rape van…” 

My stomach sank when a vague figure appeared in the window at the back of the van. I froze, looking up at a young man’s face, seemingly miles away, beyond my curling toes. He was pressing his forehead against the glass and peering in, mashing his nose as he did so. His breath produced short-lived bursts of condensation that covered his partially open mouth. He was sharply attractive in his youth, with the healthy look of a corn-fed track star.  He couldn’t have been more than a junior in high school.

“See anything?” one of the others called.

“Hang on…” His bright eyes finally found me on the floor. I knew he couldn’t see enough to realize I was in a predicament – but he saw plenty. I followed his eyes to my crotch, which was still being pushed wantonly upward by the pillow that had been shoved beneath my ass. I blushed all over when I realized my cock was hard, raising into the air like a python and now flexing visibly when I tried, somehow, to hide it using only the muscles of my groin. 

The boy’s face broke into a guilty smile as he watched my cock squirm…and then his mouth melted into an awed, toothy smirk…then it just hung half-open. His eyes were gliding over my hips, my balls, drinking me in. They kept coming back to my cock, and the slack-jawed mouth quickly transformed into a leering grin. If I’d been lying back there of my own volition, untethered and stroking my cock while he watched, it would have been insanely hot…but it wasn’t. Instead it was achingly humiliating, and he probably couldn’t even see my face…probably. He was no doubt searing my body into his brain so he could jerk himself off to the memory of it later that night. I could tell by his eyes that he’d be imagining my cock flopping around uselessly while his pink juvenile tool plowed its way in and out of my helpless ass. Maybe I’d be just as humiliated as I was now in his fantasy. Maybe I’d scream.

“It’s nothing,” he finally called. “Bunch of boxes…” And then he was gone. 

The young male voices faded in moments, replaced by the low metallic hum of some distant highway or another. My cock was still hard. I hated it for that.

Ben returned some time later, letting in a rapidly cooling breeze when he opened the door. “You could’ve asked if you wanted to let your jewels get some air,” was all he said upon seeing the blanket bunched up next to me. He had the tone of a parent scolding a child who’d been up to mischief. I didn’t have the energy to grunt back at him. I’d given in to dark, vivid imaginings while I watched the light grow dimmer outside the van, and in that particular moment I was watching Redding’s sweaty bald head gleam in the streetlight as he fucked Ben’s bloodied, unconscious body while holding a gun against my temple. I was still very hard.

Ben leaned over the passenger seat with an armload of shopping bags, setting them next to my exposed body.  Most of them were paper, filled with whispering plastic and clinking glass that spoke of groceries and bottles of liquor. One bag was quite different, however – a bright pink plastic thing, unmarked, that was almost offensive in its color.

He shut the door. “Got us some goodies,” he said brightly, holding something above my head. It was one of my credit cards, no doubt pilfered from my footlocker when I’d been passed out the night before. “Well, you did. I’m pretty broke these days, but I knew we’d both appreciate this stuff.” He nudged the pink bag. “Some sooner than others.”

I didn’t bother trying to tell him that he was lucky he’d used one of the safe cards. He wasn’t going to start taking anything seriously until I had this gag out of my mouth. Fuck, it’s getting late…

He started up the van and drove for all of ten minutes before saying, “This’ll do,” and parking again. He climbed into the back, spry as a randy college student. He crawled over me and settled into the warm space between my splayed legs, running his hands up the insides of my thighs, making me shiver at the sudden contact. “You look so fucking hot like this…” I could only sneer at him – but my cock agreed with him, and appreciated the compliment.

He leaned across my body and opened the pink plastic bag. Pulled something out. He held it above my stomach, letting its round tip trail along the dark fur beneath my naval. A black rubber butt plug, thick and heavy, one of the largest I’d ever seen. What was more, it had a plastic, battery-powered motor built into its base. My cock softened imperceptibly. 

“I don’t know how long I’ll keep you back here…” Ben was saying, “but I do know there’s a lot I want to do to you. I also know how I want you to feel when I do it. You made me feel like a fuck toy, so…that’s what I’m going to turn you into.” He ran his hand over my stomach and down to my cock, caressing it, keeping me hard. “The guy at the counter told me this thing is only for ‘advanced users.’ He told me all about how to use it, even though it’s stupidly simple. I think he was flirting with me.” He flashed a charming grin, glasses gleaming. “Anyway…I thought, ‘I don’t think I know any users more advanced than Johnny.’ So I guess this will be just fine.”

He lifted my balls and rubbed his fingers against my hole. It was still aching intensely from everything it had been through, all but exhausted. I could barely clench it shut when he pushed the tip of his finger into the softened center of it.

He smiled warmly as his finger sank into me, looking over my naked, tensing limbs with something much more than lust in his eyes. My ass suddenly closed tightly around his knuckles, woken up by the invasion. The head of my cock was turning red in his grip. “I broke you in pretty good, but you’re already tightening up again. You rebound quick! This thing, though…” 

His fingers pulled out of me. He pushed the rubbery tip of the butt plug into my nipple a moment later – over it and across, making it even stiffen up all over again. “This thing’s going to open you right up, and it’s going to make sure you stay that way. I’ve seen the pornos. It’ll work. You’re gonna be good and ready by the time I want to fuck you again, and I’ll be able to slide right in without any bitching from you – unless I want to hear it.” He reached under my hips and fluffed the pillow that was still lifting my hips into the air.  He pulled my ass toward him, pushing my thighs up and apart as far as the bindings on my ankles would allow. It was enough to turn my hole out toward him, while making the bungee cords burn against the skin of my ankles. “Maybe we’ll just get all your bitching out of the way now…”

The tip of the butt plug left my nipple, and I heard the snap of a plastic cap. An instant later I felt the cold wetness of lube at my ass, then the urgent kneading of his fingers as he pushed the lube into me and spread it across the twitching inner walls of my chute. I threw my head back on the pillows, grunting angrily. I could only lie there and let it happen. It was the only choice he’d given me.

Soon enough he was satisfied with his preparations, and I felt him lift my balls. I felt the tip of the butt plug down below them, pushing lightly into my taint. Teasing me. Toying with me.

I kept my eyes shut, kept my breathing even. Whatever Ben thought of me, I’d never had anything this big inside my ass before. Even knowing everything my hole had been through over the previous month, I could feel a frantic anxiety building at the base of my skull, threatening to overwhelm my thoughts… 

Breathe. Breathe.

The tip of the butt plug had made its way down to my sopping, throbbing hole, and then he pushed it into me without a second’s pause. I yelped and pulled my ass away from it as far as I could – which was all of an inch. “Shhh…” His free hand held my waist in place, and the weight of his upper body was baring down on my thigh, muscled arms flexing with effort against my skin as he pushed the toy into me. There was nowhere to go. 

The pressure was building as the rubber tool punctured the rim of my hole. The tip was widening steadily, stretching my ass out as it went, threatening to tear me in half. In what felt like no time at all, its girth had grown much wider than any cock I’d ever taken. The muscles of my ass and bowels shot searing waves of pain up my spine as they were pulled apart to accommodate it. “Fuck yeah, look at that…you’re opening up like a flower, Johnny…” 

I moaned shrilly, pathetic. His fingers and his breath were tickling the hairs of my taint and the insides of my ass cheeks, a tantalizing sensation paired with the blunt advance of the butt plug’s unstoppable expansion. “That’s good, yeah – bitch all you want…I got you…”

I reeled, readying myself for a prolonged process, for cruelty and needless twisting…however, it was over in a matter of moments. I felt my ass close up around the narrow base of the butt plug just after the worst of the stretching, embracing it with relief before the rubber flared out again, keeping it firmly in place. 

“There we go.” Ben patted my taint, stroking my body with kneading fingers as if I were a dog. “Wasn’t so bad, was it? No need to get all freaked out.” 

My cock hadn’t even had a chance to go soft. His fingers kneaded there as well, making sure it didn’t. His hot, wet mouth closed around the head of my cock for a fleeting moment – just to taste it, to suck the precum from the piss slit – before he let it rest against my belly and pushed himself up to his knees. “Bet that’s hard to ignore, huh?” 

The butt plug was a gigantic knot inside of me. It wasn’t painful at that point, not at all. Ben had been quite generous with the lube. I simply felt…full. Incredibly full. Much fuller than I’d ever felt with a mere cock inside of me. There was no corner of my chute that wasn’t pressed up against its firm form. The ring of my ass quivered around the base of the butt plug, sending gentle bolts of pleasure into my bowels, up the curve of my taint. It was…

Ben clicked something in his hand, and the butt plug abruptly roared to life inside me. It was vibrating ludicrously, as if it were trying to burrow its way into my guts. I shouted into the gag as my body contorted around the robotic intruder, the muscles of my stomach contracting and pushing down against it – which only served to pin my prostate against the vibrating butt plug, wrenching it to life. It was immensely, immediately pleasurable – though every bit of it was forced. I gasped and moaned meekly as I tried in vain to pull my knees up to my chest, panting through my nose as my abs burned with their fruitless effort to expel the tool from my ass. 

Ben was staring down at me, a warm smile on his face. He was holding something small, black, and plastic in his hand – a remote, which he’d no doubt used to turn on the vibrator that was now thrashing my bowels. 

He leaned over me and yanked the pillows and cushions out from under my body, until nothing was under me except the rough carpet and the hard metal floor of the van beneath it. He then pulled the blanket back over the top of my body, stroking my hard cock one last time as he did so. I bit down on the ball gag and opened my eyes to watch him climb back into the driver’s seat. The butt plug hummed deeply inside of me, almost rattling my teeth. I could hear it, muffled and relentless, and I knew he could as well. Other than Ben shuffling around in the front seat, it was the only sound inside the van. My skin was blushing all over, pale and pink, tingling excitedly despite all my fears.

Ben started the engine and began to drive. The road was rumbling up from the tires to shake the entire frame of the van from below – which was shaking me, in turn. We were on a highway soon after, driving very fast. The vibrating butt plug slowly settled inside my chute as we went, encouraged by the endless vibration of the road and my own slowly, tentatively relaxing muscles. Though my cock and my prostate were aching against the onslaught of the steady vibration, I realized that, if I kept my breathing deep and even, I could handle it…

Once I’d finally allowed my thighs and hips and spine to relax, the protruding plastic base of the butt plug came to rest against the floor of the van, pinned between the violently trembling metal and the weight of my own body…and the vibrations rocketing through my lower half immediately intensified three times over. The smooth, unforgiving surface of the vibrator had already been forcing itself against my throbbing prostate – and now it was all but raping it. 

I groaned throatily without thinking as a sharp pang of pure pleasure shot up from my loins – a groan that quickly became nervous mewling once I realized that the inescapable sensation wasn’t fading. In fact it quickly intensified, until it had plateaued far above a level I was at all comfortable with. The shuddering tip of the butt plug was smashed against my prostate, vibrating meatily inside of me just as violently as the rest of the van. Even my breathing sounded like I was pushing air out of my nostrils and into the vortex of a whirring fan. I could feel a hot gush of slick precum push its way up the long channel of my hard cock, insistent and unwelcome, oozing out the tip in a matter of seconds. I wanted – I needed to come, right then and there. I needed to come so badly it hurt. 

I pulled at the handcuffs, gnawing on the gag in my mouth as my loins began to throb mightily. I couldn’t take it. I strained my calves and thighs, and managed to lift my hips just high enough to keep the butt plug away from the terrible tremors of the road. My ass clenched tightly around the vibrating base as I did so, somehow sending more waves of raw sensation down my thighs and deeper into my gut. 

This maneuver shoved my hard cock upwards, tenting the blanket lewdly above me. The tip of my cock was already creating a large, dark smudge of spreading wetness on the light fabric. I can do this, I thought. Just hold this position for… 

I grimaced. My muscles were already starting to cramp, having been stuck in the same position for so many hours. The dull pain soon became unbearable, and I let my body relax once more –  but this only brought the pulsing base of the butt plug back into contact with the reverberating floor of the van. I moaned unhappily as the intense reverberations of the road again filled my body with relentless sensation, making my cock throb hungrily beneath the blanket, forcing every waking thought to focus on the tremors of my sex. The inflamed knob of my prostate pulsed against the butt plug, begging me to save it from its torment – but neither of us had anywhere to go.

“May as well just enjoy it,” Ben said conversationally from the front seat. “The gas tank’s full, and I’m not one-hundred percent sure how long we’ll be driving.” Was he happy about this? He sounded happy. “I’m probably gonna be driving for a while…” 

The bastard. I knew he could hear it now, the hard rubber of the butt plug thrumming loudly against the floor between my legs – my pathetic, desperate, mewling voice caught between my throat and the ball gag. Did he know this would happen? He had to have known, or he wouldn’t have made me lie directly on the floor of the van. 

As if to answer me, Ben stepped on the gas. As the van’s speed increased, so too did the vibrations – and the insanity-inducing pleasure. 

What’s the point of resisting? I remember thinking, as my world slowly but surely became centered around the overwhelming sensations emanating from the inside of my palpitating crotch. I’m too tired to hold out…and…and this feels too good…more than good…so much more…

Ben turned on some heavy rock music, singing along softly as I sank into a far lesser version of myself mere inches away from the seat of his pants.

I lost myself during the evening hours we spent on the road. He stopped once for gas, but not nearly long enough for me to get ahold of my thoughts before the intensified attack of the vibrator began again.

Night had fallen at some point, drenching my world in darkness, lit only by occasional rivers of passing streetlights that flowed sensuously over the tightened muscles of my body. I was dimly aware that the van was slowing down, turning – and then driving over a dirt road. A rough, uneven dirt road. This was worse than before, worse by far. Each jolt of the van sent the butt plug, and entire mess of nerve endings that was wrapped around it, deeper into my ass, accentuating the roaring pleasure with sharp gasps of pain.

The van stopped after a time, but that did nothing to snap me out of it. The butt plug was still gnashing my prostate in its jaws. My cock still ached from its tip down to its base, which was also firmly lodged against the wide shaft of the vibrating toy. I had been drooling out the sides of the ball gag for over an hour, stubbly cheeks wet and cool with the steady torrent. I hadn’t noticed.

I heard Ben opening and closing the front door, but it was as if he were on the other side of a waterfall, as if I were floating above everything else. An orange light crept into the van through the front windows, flickering as it grew. I smelled burning wood.  The back of the van opened up some time later, and everything tilted and swayed as he entered it – and then came a final jolt to my nerves as he slammed the doors shut, rocking the entire frame.

I looked around me, trying to clear my mind for the first time since the plug had been forced into me. Not much had changed. It was dark, well past early evening. I was still tied down in the back of the van, still completely exposed, and the vibrating butt plug was still filling up my throbbing chute. My cock was engorged, periodically dripping thick trails of precum onto my belly, where other streams had long since dried, streaking the thin trail of dark fur across the pale skin of my stomach. Everything was drenched in silver light, I realized.

I looked down my body and found the source. The light came from the glow of my laptop, which was resting in Ben’s lap. He was sitting between my legs and facing me, his back resting against the rear doors of the van. He was watching the screen, its bright light reflecting off his glasses and utterly concealing his eyes. The rest of his chiseled face was unreadable, his mouth slack and still. The maddening thrum of the vibrator continued on, filling the van with its white noise.

Ben raised his hand and clicked the remote, and the plug suddenly – miraculously – went still inside the tortured cradle of my bowels. I shrieked with relief, then stuttered, then almost began to sob. My body kept throbbing, as if the plug were still vibrating, not yet believing that the ordeal was over – but I knew that it was, for now, and the sheer relief nearly broke me then and there. It didn’t feel like my cock would ever go soft again.

Finally, he spoke. “Can’t believe you didn’t have this thing password protected, in your line of work. Guessing you thought you’d never need it, since nobody knows where you are – what with driving the van around everywhere. Which is smart, I guess…huh. I’m just talking to myself.” 

He glanced up for a moment, his eyes glued to my ass, where the toy protruded. Then it was back to staring at the screen. “I’ve never seen so much video of myself in one sitting. This is surreal. I’ve been going backwards, by the way. Saw all the most recent stuff – I guess you already knew exactly what tipped my wife off about our little affair. You saw a lot more than that, it looks like. Anyway…had to go through tons of files to find this.” 

He turned the laptop around to show me the screen, blinding me for a moment. When my eyes adjusted, I saw that he was playing a video file. It was from the camera I’d hidden in Ben’s bedroom, but it was footage from a night that I’d not yet watched myself – and hadn’t planned to. I watched myself shove Ben’s naked body onto his own bed, where he flopped about drunkenly, his hands cuffed behind his back. Watched myself tie his ankle to the foot of the bed with a sadistic grin plastered onto my face. Watched him wriggle when I left, watched the relentless spanking that followed. Watched him cry and beg and eventually give up in shame as I slowly, steadily pushed my long cock deep into his raw, reddening ass…

 “Is that why you wanted to fuck me on the bed that night? So you could jerk off to it later?” His forearm was moving up and down behind the screen. He was touching himself. His legs were bare, I realized – his jeans and boxers and shoes were a crumpled mess next to the footlocker. “I was really pissed at first, but I have to say…just knowing that I did the same thing to you last night…kinda makes it all okay. You ever been more turned on than you’ve ever been in your life, and also angrier than you’ve ever been?” He was staring me down, daring me to enjoy the filthy images on the screen, the sound of Ben’s pathetic, defeated grunts and moans coming out of the laptop’s speakers. I shifted uncomfortably, very aware of how little I could move. 

“Anyway…how about we see whether or not you’ve learned your lesson?” He set the laptop on the footlocker with the video still playing, drenching everything in its shifting silvery light. His cock was rock hard, swaying between his hips. He stripped off his already-unbuttoned shirt, finally exposing the rolling mounds of firm muscle that made up his buxom torso. He set his glasses aside last, and then began to run his hands over his body, watching me watch him. “You like that, buddy?” I didn’t dare nod. It didn’t matter.

“Here.” He leaned over my tightly bound form, reached behind my head, and undid the strap of the ball gag. He pulled it out of my mouth with a dry plop and tossed it aside. I sucked in a deep breath of air, tried to speak – croaked. “Got anything to say to me?” he asked lowly, crouching between my splayed knees. “Take your time.”

 “I…fuck, Ben…”

 “You’ve only got a few seconds before I make it real hard for you to form sentences,” he said, cutting me off. “If I like what I hear, I’ll let you out of those cuffs – then I’ll show you why I dragged you all the way out here.” He smiled. “I think you’ll appreciate it.”

I swallowed, gathering my thoughts. Failing. He just stared down at me, patient and tense. “If not, we’re gonna have a different kind of fun. Don’t fuck this up, Johnny.”

The words came, and I didn’t stop them. “We need to be out of the city – right now.” My voice was ragged from dehydration. “Pendrick – he told me to be gone by sundown – sundown today.” 

He just nodded silently, hands appearing at my naked hips, rubbing up and down on either side of my engorged cock. I did my best to ignore it. “He doesn’t fuck around, Ben. Any of his men see this van, they’ll kill whoever’s in it – or worse, if it’s Redding. You remember Redding, trust me.” He leaned back, untying the bungee cords that had held down my ankles. The muscles of my legs were too stiff to move as he threw them over his shoulders, putting my plugged ass dangerously close to his cock. “Are you listening to me? You have to let me go.”

“You’re so full of shit,” he replied bluntly. “Guess you can stay here a bit longer.” He took hold of my swollen balls with one hand, pulling them away from my sweaty taint. I grunted at the dull pain, and tried not to react as his fingers traced the ravaged rim of my sphincter where it still clenched firmly around the base of the butt plug. It was deliciously sensitive. 

“Damn it, Ben! They’ll kill us botHUNGGH-!” He’d grabbed the butt plug and tore it out of me without warning. I was still brimming with lube, but the sudden flaring of my asshole and the subsequent sucking emptiness was too much. I roared in pain and surprise instead of finishing my sentence, toes curling tightly on either side of his head. He tossed the toy over his shoulder, and I heard it squelch as it hit the corner of the van.

I didn’t have much time to let the emptiness sink in. His fingers – two – three – slid into my gaping hole an instant later, slick with lube. They were in to the knuckles an instant after that, my ass well-prepared to take them. It still hurt. “Found it!” he exclaimed as his fingers mashed into the swollen knob of my prostate. My cock jolted with sudden, extreme urgency, every inch of my groin telling me it needed to piss – no, to come, to come so fucking hard…but it wouldn’t…

 “You fucking idiot,” I managed to gasp, even as my pulsing prostate soaked my guts in torturous pleasure. “You can do this when we’re out of the city – oh, fuck!” My entire ass, cheeks and all, clenched and spasmed to no avail as he shoved half his hand into me with a playful growl. My ass convulsed meatily around his knuckles. The pain would have been intense, were it not for the fact that he was practically pinching my prostate the whole time. I remember being afraid of dying.

 “We are out of the city – we’re in the middle of nowhere. Why do you think I took the gag out?” His voice was distant, muffled by the pain. “Anyway…I thought we understood each other. I’ve been pretty fucking nice to you today, considering…I mean, I went through a lot of trouble to make you feel good. I thought you’d say you were sorry about everything, that you finally understood why I lost my mind last night…thought maybe you’d say you wanted me to…well, to do what I’m about to do to you. I gave you a chance.” He shook his head, frowning, his fingers slowing down inside of my slick, twitching canal. “I’m actually pretty disappointed you thought I’d fall for something so…see-through. Transparent.”

I somehow found my breath again, but I could only give voice to the incredible, terrible things I was being made to feel. I made some guttural, wordless, apelike whimper as he kneaded my insides – I couldn’t help it – and this brought a smile back to his face. “That’s more like it! That was fucking honest.” 

He slid his knuckles out of me, leaving me gasping and throbbing with stinging pain. He pushed my legs up and bent me in half. “God damn it, Ben, no-” He rammed his hard cock as deep into my ass as it would go, stabbing straight into the core of my body. My ass was loose, and sore, and filled with lube, but I was still clenching it shut against the phantom pain of his digital assault. He impaled me quickly, seamlessly – but it hurt. It hurt a lot. 

I bellowed, forgetting any words I might have spoken. The sudden fuck pushed air out of my sloppy asshole, making a wet farting sound that had once turned me on so much – at least, when it had been coming from Ben’s tortured ass instead of my own. I couldn’t even wallow in this fresh humiliation, though. He was already fucking me. I grasped the metal of the cuffs with white knuckles, straining and bucking and knowing none of it mattered.

 “Yeah, this’ll fucking do,” he grunted breathlessly, his heavy body bearing into me as he held me down with his hands and his hips, looming over me like a mountain. He’d completely blocked out the light from the laptop’s screen. It was now merely a soft glow that delicately encased his shadowy, featureless form. I couldn’t see his face – I could feel him, though. Not just the meaty, thrusting weapon of his cock as it reacquainted itself with my ravaged cunt, but his strong hands and fingers where they bore into the undersides of my thighs…the blunt force of his hips against my ass cheeks…the flecks of his spit as he spat his words down at me. “I like hearing you whine like this.”

I knew I was making sounds that excited him – strained, almost squealing grunts pushed out between my teeth and through my nose. They were desperate sounds, conquered. I didn’t care. I wanted him to finish quickly, wanted him to come. I knew he’d be more willing to listen to reason after he’d blown his load. Just had to hold out…

My prostate was shivering to life once again where the head of his cock was raking against it like a piston. The pleasure was so intense that it began to pull me out of my body once more, until I was almost numb to it. Again came the warm, familiar wetness of precum dribbling against my heaving chest as he fucked it out of my hard, flopping shaft. How much could I possibly have in me? I wondered absently, though my thoughts were quickly melting into vague shapes and colors beneath the swelling, painful, blossoming pleasure of being thoroughly and mercilessly fucked.

 “You like that?” Ben’s gravelly voice rasped from somewhere that was either far above me, or right against my ear. “I can tell you like it. Don’t pretend, man – listen to yourself.” I felt his fingers playing with my cock – but only for a moment, to make sure it was hard. He bent me further and let gravity help him fuck me, throwing all his weight into each shuddering, crushing thrust. I was being coaxed to the edge of blissful oblivion. I was being smoothly skewered by a throbbing railroad spike. Was I begging him to stop, or begging for more? I only heard the word “please” being pushed out of my throat between sobbing moans and frantic gasps, over and over. “Please -!”

I knew he was smiling, watching me squirm and strain against his fucking while making the sounds of a mule in heat. “You’re not going anywhere,” he told me, voice thick with perverted glee. “Not until I fuck some sense into you.” He slapped my ass cheek hard enough to make me clench up around his pummeling cock, each of us claiming the other in his own way.

This fresh, deep sting brought me into a brief moment of clarity. The riot of sensation was still there, but my body wasn’t my own. Somehow I managed to speak between the breathless grunts and groans, and my voice was dark and clear. 

“Just get it over with, you fucking asshole.”

His face fell, jaw hanging, and the fucking suddenly stopped. “What the fuck did you say to me?” he asked softly. His hands were on my throat in the same instant, thumbs pushing into my windpipe. What little I could see of his face was twisted with rage. “I took care of you today – better than anybody’s ever done it I’d bet – and that makes me an asshole? What, you aren’t liking this Johnny? I don’t fucking believe you.” Despite the silvery darkness, I was seeing red around the edges of my vision. I wasn’t getting enough air. “I want you to like it, don’t you get that?” My lungs were on fire, screaming for oxygen. His cock wasn’t fucking me anymore; it was simply growing inside of me, crouching tightly in the narrow tunnel of my cunt like a stalking predator. “You don’t have to like it, you know. It can be just like last night, if that’s how you want it.”

“Please…” I choked meekly, though I barely heard myself. I hated hearing it, I really did, but I wanted to live.

“I fucking loved it when you did this to me,” he growled, emphasizing his words with two heavy, deliberate pumps that made me yelp as my ass quaked around his cock. “Today was just about me returning the favor.” His hands were on my chest now, pressing my body into the floor, pinning me down. I’d only just caught my breath, and now it was slowly, surely being pressed out of me. My head was getting light, senses fluttering. Did he know he was suffocating me? Did he care? “Brought you out here to patch things up, to make you talk to me…really talk to me…but you’re still an asshole, Johnny, and now you’re a fucked asshole, and that’s just the way it is. You may as well enjoy it…”

He went on fucking me, like a terrible machine. He kept pressing his weight of each thrust into his hips, his shoulders. He kept pushing down into my chest, forcing me to take shallow, thin breathes, hardly breathing at all. I heard myself whimpering weakly, but I couldn’t stop it. My hard cock bobbed and drooled and begged to be released as it flopped about mere inches from my face, a blatant insult to the very real danger I was in. My insides twisted and trembled beneath the deep, urgent punches of Ben’s thick cock deep in my guts, and each attack splattered my sweet spot under an earthquake of throbbing, wet pleasure that I was only dimly aware of. I found myself at the precipice once more, somewhere beyond my own body, my own self – and then I was beyond even that.  

I closed my eyes against the dark, sweaty, aching world inside the van and let my mind sink back into the comfortable, familiar rooms of my younger days. I hadn’t visited those rooms in a long time, but it was easier than it had ever been to find them again. They were rooms I’d been forced to hollow out for myself the year I graduated high school, before I’d ever even met Pendrick, when I lived with… 

They were safe places, those rooms, and I shut the door behind me. The world became more muffled the deeper into those rooms I went. I smelled something strange then, something I hadn’t smelled in a long, long time. Cigarette smoke. Not anything bought in a store, no…fresh tobacco.

Panic hit me like a freight train. I don’t know if I opened my eyes, but I know what I saw then, clear as day. I was in my room. My old room, in my old home. It was dark in there, but the door to the trailer’s main room was open. The television was on, blasting some football game into the musty air of the trailer and filling the narrow structure with blue-white lights and the sound of cheering crowds. I could see my father out there in his armchair, splayed out in nothing but his boxers and a white shirt, a large beer can resting lazily between his hairy legs, against the sizable pile of his limp package, while he smoked his hand-rolled cigarette. His eyes were glued on the screen, his stubbly face manly and handsome, blank and stupid. He didn’t care what was happening to me. Permission had been given.

I was completely naked and on my back, torn clothes strewn in heaps around the messy room. The sheer teenage humiliation of being naked in front of anyone – much less my father – had already come and gone when they’d ripped my clothes off. What was going on now – what they were seeing, what they were dong, what my own father was listening to – it was far, far worse than simple nudity, or anything I’d ever imagined.

One of them was behind my head, his back to the wall. His knees were pinning my arms to the bed painfully, cutting off circulation. His balls were rubbing against my forehead. They were dank and sweaty, unwashed and radiating intense heat. His hands were on my nipples, twisting cruelly, sending spikes of electric pain up and down the length of my spine. No one had ever touched me there – or anywhere. I could see his erection bobbing inches from my mouth, but he was too chickenshit to make me suck on it. He’d end up using a hole that didn’t have any teeth once his buddies were done breaking it in.

Two other men were crouching on either side of my bed, both sweaty and grinning and half-naked. They were pulling my legs apart, laughing drunkenly while a fourth held my hips against his and mercilessly raped my ass. His wiry pubes raked against the underside of my tender hole, one of many intimate, unimagined violations that I’d become accustomed to as the night progressed. The pain of the cock itself was miserable, unending. I was certain I was going to die. He hadn’t been gentle when he’d pushed into me, had only used spit. He’d been my first. I could hear myself blubbering and begging as the cock opened me up, my young voice shrill and terrified.

“Keep that little faggot quiet,” my father shouted from the other room, sucking on his cigarette. “I said you could teach him a lesson, not let him ruin the game.” His beer can was dangerously close to tumbling off the chair. I could see the reason why between the mass of sweaty bodies attacking me: his cock was steadily hardening in his boxers, crowding everything else out of his ample lap. He wouldn’t look at me.

“Shut the door,” came a deep, stern voice from above. These other men were strangers to me, but I knew that voice well. It came from the big man who was straddling my chest, all but suffocating me with his weight. I could see his giant hairy beer gut looming above the crumpled blue fabric of his boxers. The piss flap wasn’t buttoned, and the cloth had flowered open. I could see the thick rod of his cock poking out of it, its base nestled in a bed of black, curly, unkempt pubic hair. I smelled his musky odor just as it had been that night, clear as day. “Go, do it – I got his arms.”

The man holding down my arms with his knees got up. I tried to move them, tried to punch someone, but my uncle leaned forward from his perch on my chest and grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head as I wailed with impotent rage. “Where you going?” he teased, voice heavy with the stench of cheap beer and tobacco. He was a big man, as much muscle as fat. I was only just out of high school, and I was a track star, not a wrestler or a quarterback. I was nothing against him.

The smelly man who’d been pinching my nipples closed the door just then, drenching the room in darkness. “Aw, I can barely see him now.” His voice was a deep southern drawl, but it had a distinct and airy lisp.

“Better this way,” exclaimed the skinny man who held down my left leg. “We can pretend he’s a pussy.”

“He’s a pussy either way,” grunted the angry man who was fucking me. “Little…fucking…cunt!”  

I felt a sharp rush of deep, sticky intrusion of heat as he emptied his cock into me, and then a searing pain as he pulled out. I sniveled for a moment, then went back to wailing when one of the others took his place on the bed, spitting onto his cock and roughly thumbing my savaged hole.

I couldn’t stand another fucking. Not again. I was crying openly now, barely forming coherent words. I was running out of ways to beg them. They didn’t care, of course. They only heard the mewling of a faggot. I shrieked like a girl when the next cock, bigger than the first, punctured the rim of my sphincter and pushed into me without bothering to tease. 

“Fuck me, that’s tight!”

“Yeah – squeezes like a boa constrictor don’t he?”

“Nah – I’m the only python in here, brother!”

My uncle was leaning lower now, oily face nearly touching mine. The foul smell of his breath consumed me. I’d always felt an instinctual unease around him, especially when I’d catch him staring at me doing yard work shirtless on hot summer days, or when he’d conveniently forget I was taking a shower before barging into the bathroom without knocking. I should have known this monster had always been lurking underneath his skin, waiting for an opportunity to strike. “You gotta learn, boy,” he growled. His cock had fully escaped his boxers as his weight shifted on me. It was pressing into my chest, oozing precum onto my smooth skin. “You wanna disrespect your pa? You wanna be a faggot instead of a man? This is what happens to faggots. We’ll see if you still wanna be one after this.” He licked the sweat off my face, long and slow. 

Someone was playing with my cock. It had been limp this whole time, but now – now it was hard. Despite the reeling disgust I felt as my own uncle molested me…despite the terrific pain of the cock stabbing in and out of my broken hole…my dick felt so good in that strange man’s hand. This was yet another part of my body no one had ever touched before. Until that moment it had been secret, safe… He began to stroke it – squeeze it – and I started to shriek, thrashing, twisting, trying to pull it out of his rough, dirty fingers before they could make me like what was happening to me.

“Can still hear him!” came my dad’s muffled roar through the door. My uncles strong, calloused hands closed around my throat, cutting off my cries. The world went dizzy.

“We’re all gonna teach you a lesson,” he breathed into my ear, rubbing his hairy crotch into my quivering belly, rutting like a gorilla. “Gonna teach you, one by one…and then we’re gonna do it again. Well…at least, I am.” The clumsy, unseen hand around my cock was moving faster, and another was pulling roughly at my pink balls. It was even worse than the rape of my ass, this unwelcome plundering of my intimates that I was absolutely powerless to stop. My cock just got harder, however, coaxed to full attention despite my own horror, another layer of humiliation among many. Still my uncle taunted me, his tongue finding its way into my ear like a hot, wet, tickling slug. “Maybe more after that – we got a lot of beer. Could be here all night. Gotta fuck the fag out of you – promised your pa we would.” The cock in my ass was longer than the first, and it was now hitting something deep inside of me…something…strange. The grip on my cock was moving faster, lighter, with terrible purpose…

My uncle was grinning widely when my cock erupted behind him, spraying his broad back with the first orgasm I’d ever had in the presence of another human being. “Goodness, look at that…” said the lispy man’s voice. Two of the other men laughed. One of them made a mildy disgusted noise. A rough mouth was eagerly lapping the cum off the tip of my cock a moment later. I knew it was the smelly nipple-twister with the lisp, enjoying me like a party favor, flooding my body with unwanted pleasure, crippling my senses.

My uncle was still talking, getting off on gloating, or just the sound of his own voice. “Gonna give you all the cocks you could ever ask for…” One huge hand held my throat closed while the other felt its way around my chest, my pits, any piece of me it could find. My hands were free, but I didn’t resist. I was too exhausted. I was broken. “We’re gonna fuck you till you hate it, boy…so you may as well enjoy it.”

“Johnny!” shouted a voice. I felt as if I should recognize it, but I couldn’t think straight. The room began to fade.

“Hey! Snap out of it!”

I blinked my eyes and took a deep, hitching breath. I was finally able to breath again, and deeply.

I was back in the van. It was hotter than before, windows fogged over with our sweat. We’d been at it for some time. Ben was hovering over me, his cock still hard and buried inside of me – but he wasn’t fucking me anymore. “Jesus, Johnny! You…fuck…you okay?” He sounded concerned.  “You still with me buddy?” I couldn’t see his face.

I tried to speak, but nothing came out. My mind was blank – rather, it was teetering listlessly, back at the edge of some terrible chasm. I was breathing rapidly, muscles aching, my hands in fists where the cuffs held them. I could feel wetness in my eyes, stinging them as it dried, and my throat was an arid desert. My cock was only semi-hard, softening where it rested on my stomach between Ben’s large, cradling biceps. A glistening string of white had just finished oozing from its tip, joining the rest of the mess – gobs of it, splattered and dripping over my ribs, chest, shoulders, and face. I’d come all over myself.

I looked up at Ben. All I saw was the towering shadow of a man on top of me, silhouetted by the silver glow of an electronic screen. I could hear thousands of fans cheering in my head, urging them on. I could feel more than one set of hands on my body…

“I can’t do this anymore…” I started to say, but the words quickly dissolved into a shuttering sob. My face was twisting in on itself, and then I was crying. A useless fucking kid all over again. “Enough, man…please, enough…” I managed to plead clearly between fits of sobbing. “You win, okay? You win…” My voice sounded so sad, so crippled. My body shook. I couldn’t stop it.  

“What’re you…” he began, uncertain. 

I turned my face away from him, wishing my hands were free, wishing I could cover it. I was just barely failing at keeping myself silent – but failing all the same. A dam had broken, exposing everything I’d ever kept pent up inside of me. There were no walls between Ben and I during the raw, silent moments that followed. It was the most humiliating feeling I’d ever felt in my entire life, and somehow…underneath it all…the most exhilarating. He held the quivering core of my being in his hands, flexing wetly around his cock. He was listening to my voice without any feigned confidence or calculated threat to dress it up, simply a crude and sprawling foundation. He really saw me, every bit of me – even the pathetic, broken parts that no one else had ever cared to look for. To be this pathetic, this vulnerable…my cock was getting hard again already. Mere inches of flesh separated the base of my cock from the tip of his, and whose flesh it was I couldn’t say. This, I realized, was true intimacy…and it was terrifying. No wonder I’d always been so wary of it.

His thick rod slowly slipped out of me, leaving a widened, throbbing cavern that the rest of my body collapsed into. His hips remained between my legs, and I was gripping his waist with my thighs. I loosened the grip once I realized I was holding him there, letting him pull away from me. “Fuck, man…I’m sorry.” His voice was small and confused.

“What…” My own voice was evening out as I listened. I sniffed. I was in control again, though I could feel myself blushing. “What happened? I don’t uh…remember.”

“I thought I was hurting you,” he replied haltingly. The light caught his face. His brow was deeply furrowed, his gaze softly sinking into my face as he studied it. “Like, really hurting you. You don’t remember?” 

I just stared at the black windows.

“I was…I got too rough.” He was lowering his hands to my body. “I guess I’m still too pissed off at you to be doing this…” I tensed away from him, but his touch was soft, tentative. He was rubbing my chest – he was actually trying to comfort me, leaning in as he did. I could feel the tip of his cock brushing against my ass cheeks as he relaxed into me. It was still hard. His warm, furry stomach was swelling firmly against my taint as he breathed in, breathed out, doing nothing to lessen the raging boner I’d managed to reclaim. The rhythm of his body was calming me, soothing me. It was serene, and utterly alien. “I’m seriously sorry, man…”

“That’s enough,” I said quietly, closing my eyes. “I’m good now. We’re good.” Just fuck me, I wanted to scream. “You don’t have to do that.” Finish it! Finish me off! I wanted to disappear, to sink into the dirt and never see Ben or anyone else again. If only he would’ve stopped stroking my chest – if only my god damned cock would stop throbbing, aching – I could have pretended to do just that.

 “I’m such an idiot,” he said softly. His hands stopped massaging my chest. He pushed himself up and away from me. 

“Ben…”

“Nah, it’s okay.” I heard the metallic clink of keys, and I felt my wrists go limp as he removed the handcuffs. “I fucked up – this whole idea was fucked up.” My limbs were free, but I couldn’t make myself move.

“Don’t be like that…” I said, wondering why I was saying it. My cock throbbed, stiff as a flagpole. Ben pulled on his shorts and buttoned up his shirt.

 “You just stay right there,” he ordered, closing the laptop and plunging us into thick, steamy darkness. “I’m gonna go clean up the bullshit I set up outside…and then…then I guess I’ll take you…wherever. Back to my place, so I can get out of your hair.” His voice was wavering, leaking. “This whole thing was a bad idea…you never should have come back.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked hoarsely. I tried to sit up, but my body wasn’t having it.

The back of the van opened. The night outside was black and orange with flickering firelight, illuminating his figure as he stepped out into it. He turned to me, one hand on the door. “It’ll just take a minute, then we can go. I uh…I had this stupid date planned. I thought you’d like it, having sex out under the stars. Like you said, that one time. I’m…I’m fucking insane, aren’t I?”

He turned on a flashlight. His thick eyebrows were sagging, eyes full and clear and ashamed. His face was achingly handsome in a far different way when it wasn’t twisted by anger or smothered by fear. My stomach fluttered, and I suddenly felt like I was floating. 

He shut the door. I was enveloped in darkness again, wondering who I was now. I lay very still for a time, body quivering with unchecked lust and draining adrenaline and whatever that slightly sick feeling was that Ben had given me, when he looked at me with such sorrow. I slowly, cautiously moved my arms, gritting my teeth at the pain as my muscles twitched back to life. I crossed them over my chest, massaging my shoulders, my biceps, my wrists. “Jesus…” I whispered. I listened to him open bags just outside the van, listened to him walk away across what could only be a dense field of grass. Where had he taken us?

I managed to sit up, massaging my legs and ankles now, kneading life back into my body. My skin was buzzing with savaged nerve endings. I could still feel the restraints, the ball gag, Ben’s cock. I know what I should do, I remember thinking. I should grab that gun from the glove box, make him give me my keys…just leave him out here… But I knew that time had come and gone. Both of us were hurting, and well beyond being a threat to one another.

I pulled myself over to the window, pressed myself against it, and peered out. Ben was many yards away, indeed in the middle of a wild, grassy field. He’d built a sizable campfire, hemmed in with rocks. He was crouched there, with his back to the van, perhaps trying to figure the best way to put it out. Thick forest surrounded the field, rolling back into the lonesome darkness of some empty countryside or another. He hadn’t been lying – were were far, far away from the city. I felt, for a moment, that I could finally, fully relax.

Some small sound stopped me, however. A tiny snap of a twig or some gravel, far in the distance, barely heard. A hunting sound.

My animal brain was immediately thrown into high gear, jolting me from my stupor. Fear rippled like electricity across my skin, beneath the thin hairs that now stood on end. Something was very wrong here. We weren’t alone.

Whoever was out there, they were very close. I knew it, felt it deep in my gut. I ducked away from the window, body groaning, mind very much alive. I couldn’t yell for Ben, or the person hunting us would know we were on the defensive – and that would force them to play their hand. I didn’t want that to happen yet – not yet. They already knew right were Ben was, I was sure of it. But did they know where I was? Did they know I had a gun in here? 

The door handle at the back of the van began to move very, very slowly…

I didn’t let myself think. My eyes strained in the dark, and I grabbed the ball gag and the handcuffs with the duct tape wrapped around the keyhole. I stuffed the gag in my mouth and cuffed my right wrist to the steel bar beneath the driver’s seat. I managed to splay my still-naked body over the floor of the van by the time the back door softly opened, letting the night seep in. I hadn’t given myself time to feel terror, but it came rushing in just then.

The first thing I saw was the hand gun, gleaming softly in the dim glow of the distant fire. I felt my insides clench up when I saw the face of the man holding it, even though my little half-baked plan was banking on the hunch that it was him. Pale and bald, grinning a shit-eating grin. Redding. He’d followed us out there. Somehow he’d found us. 

I cursed myself as the dark sockets of his eyes bore into me, my nakedness, the ball gag, the wrist that was cuffed to the seat. This was moronic! What if he didn’t buy it? What if he didn’t care about getting his rocks off at all, and was just going to blow my brains out right there before shooting Ben in the back? I couldn’t even yell for Ben to run, because I’d stuffed a god damned rubber ball into my mouth. I was sick with dread, numb with cold sweat. It was the most terrified I’ve ever been in my entire life.

Redding lowered the gun. “Kinky faggots,” he whispered with a low laugh, a hissing sound that dripped with venom. “Did all the hard work for me.” Then, a hair louder, in a sing-song voice: “You done fucked up royally, Johnny-boy. You lovebirds shouldn’t have waited until the last minute to get out of Pendrick’s city; now your asses are all mine.” 

He leaned in, reaching between my legs. I pulled them up, panting into the ball gag, ready for something horrible to happen. He simply grabbed the other pair of handcuffs from the crumpled quilts. “I’ll take those, if you don’t mind. Now don’t you go anywhere, Johnny-boy. Gonna take care of your clueless little bitch real quick. Well, scratch that…gonna take my time with your bitch. But don’t you worry – I’ll save plenty of pain for you. Gonna be a long night…” The door slipped shut, latching silently, and then he was gone. His shadow passed between the van and the firelight, twisting and expanding as he crept towards an unsuspecting Ben.

I reached over and ripped the duct tape off the cuffs, fingers shaking. Once it was exposed I flipped the small latch on the trick handcuffs, freeing my wrist. I sat up and yanked the ball gag from my mouth. I shook my head, slapped my face, forced myself to think through the mounting waves of dread. I had a gun in the glove box, but it wasn’t loaded. The bullets were in my footlocker – my locked footlocker. Where was the key? Did Ben still have it?

“Hey there,” I heard Redding call, taunting. “Now don’t you move, bitch-boy…” I crawled over to the window again and peered out. Redding had made it to the fire, and he was pointing the gun at Ben’s head. Ben was standing, a slack expression of confused shock sinking into his face as he put his hands into the air. No…

 Screw the key. There was no time to find it – there wasn’t even any time to get dressed. Didn’t matter, though. Redding thought I was still cuffed in here, completely out of the picture. I wasn’t.

I opened the back of the van quietly and slipped out into the cool, breezy air of the night. It calmed me, caressed me, slithering across my skin like a lover. The gravel road bit into my bear feet, and the grass tickled my legs like an army of spiders. I tilted my head around the side of the van, toward the fire. Ben was putting the cuffs on behind his back, tears streaming down his strong cheeks and getting lost in his trimmed beard. Redding was totally focused on him, pressing the barrel of the gun against his head, his long tongue snaking out of his mouth to waggled at Ben’s face. I knew where this was going. I couldn’t let it get that far.

I stayed low to the ground as I prowled across the field, half-hidden by the grass and the darkness. I stayed at Redding’s back as he yanked Ben’s shirt off his shoulders and bunched it at his cuffed wrists down by his waist, running his pinching hand and the cold barrel of the gun over the taut, quivering mounds of Ben’s muscular torso. Ben was openly weeping now, trying his best not to look at the van, perhaps wondering if I were already dead. Just don’t look this way, I pleaded silently. Don’t see me yet…

I was close enough to hear them now. Redding was unzipping his fly, rubbing his long, pink cock against Ben’s quivering stomach while Ben tried not to flinch and failed. “This is going right up inside you,” Redding was snarling, pushing the gun against the underside of Ben’s jaw. “Nobody’s gonna hear you beg me for it, either, so I’m gonna take my time. Why’re you idiots all the way out here in the bumfuck boonies, anyway? Didn’t your boyfriend tell you we’d be looking for him?” Redding leaned in and licked Ben’s face, invading his trembling mouth with his slick, glistening tongue. “Did half the work for me…”

I felt the old heat rising in me at the sight of Redding’s lewd paws clawing at Ben’s helpless body, white fingers pressing into his flesh as they groped and pulled. I had to bite my own tongue to keep myself from shouting and rushing him with my bare hands. I saw it then, halfway between me and Redding’s back – a blanket that Ben had laid out on the grass near the fire, and something heavy and glittering sitting on it. It was an open bottle of strong whiskey, no doubt something Ben had meant to lubricate our starlit makeup sex. It was large, half-empty, and it looked very, very heavy.

“Drink up,” Redding was saying, pushing a paper cup full of whiskey against Ben’s mouth. “Gonna be the last one you get, so you better drain that shit!” Ben was pursing his lips, shutting his eyes, and Redding was getting angry. He was pressing the gun into Ben’s stomach. “Open your fucking mouth!”

My hand closed around the neck of the whiskey bottle, and that was that. I whistled once, sharp and clear. Redding began to turn, bringing the gun around and away from Ben’s stomach. I saw his eyes for a moment before I brought the bottle down over the top of his domed head. They were wide and piercing in the firelight, swimming in cold confusion. I knew he saw me in that instant, naked and enraged – and he knew how much I hated him. The bottle shattered on top of his head with a sickening crunch and a cascade of glittering glass, drenching him in a shower of whiskey and trickling rivers of blood. 

He bellowed, dropping the gun and the cup, reaching for the broken ruin of his head as if he could push it back into place again. I hit him again across the jaw and he spun around, lost his balance, and fell into the fire. The whiskey lit up like propane, and the night was suddenly alive with blooming flame and Redding’s shrieking, hellish howling.

Ben was screaming too, face warped by his horror as he watched Redding thrash within the fire. I grabbed him and hauled him to his feet, rushing the both of us away from the flames. I stopped, remembering the gun, and stumbled back toward the fire. Ben kept running, hands still cuffed behind his back, panting heavily and blind in his terror.

As I crouched to grab the gun, Redding stood up. He was completely covered in flames, a bright pillar of agony. I pointed the gun at him. I nearly pulled the trigger, nearly put him out of his misery – but I stopped myself. Screams would echo, and fade, and perhaps be mistaken for mating foxes. There would be no mistaking a gunshot, however, not for miles around. My thoughts were cold and calculated as I watched Redding die, because the alternative was gibbering disgust and doom, doom, doom.

The shrieking inferno that was Redding turned away from me and ran, taking long, flaming strides across the field until it reached the treeline and dove into it. The screams were fading, as I knew they would, swallowed up by the dense trees that loomed like giants as the glowing mass of the dying man stumbled deeper into them. Before long I saw nothing, heard nothing. It was as if he’d never been. I tossed what was left of the bottle into the roasting heat of the flames.

I found Ben collapsed against the side of the van, sweaty chest heaving between his shoulders as he wept and hyperventilated and made a teary, snotty mess of himself. I put the gun down and went to him, crouched beside him. Touched him. 

His body went rigid for a moment before his eyes cleared, focusing on my face in the wavering firelight. I was holding him, pressing my body against his, pulling his head into the crook of my neck and gripping his sweat-slick hair between my fingers. I hadn’t meant to do any of it, not even this. It just happened.

“Jesus,” Ben sobbed into my throat. “You killed him, Johnny – you killed him…!” I wrapped my arms around his broad, naked shoulders, enveloping him. Needing him. “Jesus Christ…he was gonna kill us, wasn’t he? It was him or us, wasn’t it? Wasn’t it?”

“Yeah,” I whispered shakily, reeling from the horror of it and wishing it weren’t true. “I had to,” was all I could say. It didn’t sound like enough of a reason.

I stayed there with him, and he stayed there with me. In time both of us had stopped sobbing, and each of our bodies had absorbed the uncontrollable trembling of the other. Our breathing was slow and deliberate, deep and soothing, and the fire itself seemed to swell and flicker to that same grim, gray rhythm.

I undid the handcuffs around Ben’s wrists and put him in the back of the van. He curled up into a ball among the blankets there, hiding his face in his hands like a little boy. I pulled on some clothes and drove us out of there, back down the lonely road towards the distant lights of some town or another. The headlights raked across Redding’s black car as I turned onto a state highway, parked still and silent along the shoulder of the road. That was the last I ever saw of him.

The Wrong Booth

After a few drinks I’d go to a local adult bookstore that had viewing booths. On my first visit I’d noticed that there were holes about dick height in the wall between some of the booths. I was barely old enough to get in and naïve so I wondered what they were for? 

After a while the door to the next booth would open then close. Of course I would have my cock out stroking it. Looking at the hole and not knowing what a Glory Hole was at that time I would see a finger come through the hole and tap on the bottom of it. 

Not knowing what to do I would ignore the tapping and continue to jack off. 

Then on one of my future visits it dawned on me that the guy next door wanted me to stick my cock into the hole. 

I got up off the stool and fed my cock through the hole and then felt the most wonderful thing in the world. A warm wet mouth engulfed my cock and made my whole body go into a trance. 

He sucked me for a half a minute before I blew my load straight into his mouth. 

I could tell he was swallowing my cum by the gulping sounds he was making.  

I was hooked. I visited the ABS after that at least three times a week to get a blow job. 

In my own mind, my justification for the visits was to feed the queers. 

I had guys suck my cock so good that sometimes my legs would shake, banging on the partition walls as I came in their mouths. 

I always wondered how they could be so good at sucking cock. The bookstore had two different types of booths in those days. 

The Quarter Machine in the sucker’s booth was mounted right next to the glory hole. There was just enough room to suck and feed the machine quarters at the same time.

The quarter machine in the feeder booth was mounted on the wall behind the feeder so there was no obstruction between his body and the glory hole and he could insert coins from behind his back while getting blown and still be able to present his cocksucker with the whole length of his cock. 

I always went into one of the feeder booths to get my three times a week blow job. 

Then one day I’d had a few too many drinks before I went to the bookstore. Instead of going into a feeder’s booth I found myself in a cocksucker’s booth. And boy was I pissed because I put three dollars’ worth of coins in the machine before I realized my mistake.

So I had to stay there to run out my time but I wasn’t happy about my stupidity.

Just then a big cut cock came through the glory hole into my side of the booth. God. I looked at it and thought that, for a cock it’s really nice. A big reddish/purple head and thick veins running up and down its length. I could actually see the veins throbbing with the blood surging through them. I’d never seen a cock, especially one as big as that one ever in my life, nor had I ever touched one. 

For some unknown reason my hand came up of its own volition and I reached and touched it. It felt hard but at the same time the outer skin felt soft, kinda silky. 

As I felt it I saw that he’d pushed it further through the hole and was moving his hips back and forth. Then for reasons I can’t explain I was off the bench and on my knees. 

Ignoring the squish of old cum, piss and god knows what on my knees, I opened my mouth and closed my lips around the head. Even though it looked grainy, the head felt as silky in my mouth as it did in my hand. It had kind of a pissy taste like he’d just used the bathroom. It wasn’t really unpleasant, just a very different taste, kind of a warm mountain-dew laced with just a touch of white vinegar. Knowing the pissy taste would soon be gone, I moved my mouth forward. 

As I moved my lips on down the shaft was hard but soft all at the same time. 

This was the first time I’d ever had a cock in my mouth and I wasn’t quite sure what to do. I started thinking about all the queers that had sucked my cock and tried to use my mouth to imitate them. 

I don’t know what I expected but the stranger’s cock was clean smelling and not offensive at all. I pushed my head forward, moving my mouth further down the shaft and the sucking as I pulled it back.

I bobbed up and down like that maybe twenty times and then I felt the whole shaft swell and get even bigger and harder, this being my first time to suck a cock, I didn’t recognize the signs or know what to expect. 

Then it happened. That cock head erupted in my mouth. I felt cum explode in my mouth like lava out of a volcano. It spewed across my tongue and hit the back of my throat.     

I surprised myself when I didn’t try to spit it out. I don’t know why I did it but I just swallowed and swallowed and he just kept cumming in my mouth. It just seemed as natural as I did it. I couldn’t believe that after he’d finished cumming I nursed on his cock, using my hand to milk the last little bit of cum out of his shaft licking that last drop and swallowing all of it.      

The taste wasn’t anything like the pre cum, it was hot, thick and salty.  It had an acrid peppery taste and it kind of burned my tongue. But I swallowed anyway.

As I was to learn was the norm, as soon as he cummed he quickly pulled back through the hole. Then before I could get up, he zipped up and fled the booth.  

.As I knelt there I thought about what I’d just done. A stranger had just cum in my mouth and I had swallowed it. 

I didn’t feel like a faggot or queer but I knew that I’d just become a cocksucker. I thought that if you baked a loaf of bread it was unlikely that you would be called a baker but suck one cock and all of a sudden you were a cocksucker.     

Still a little stunned, replaying in my mind what I’d just done and also thinking about the after taste of cum in my mouth I heard the door to the empty booth next to me open and then close.    

I heard a few tokens drop into the coin a lot and then the hole lit up when the TV came on.    

I turned to feed tokens to the TV in my booth and when i turned back to the glory hole there was a new hard cock sticking through. 

Instantly my mouth engulfed it and I started to eagerly suck, it taking as much of the shaft as possible without gagging, 

When my face bumped the wall, I started bobbing up and down on it and as I sucked.

After maybe fifteen or so bobs I felt the cock get extra hard then felt his cum spray in my mouth. This time I knew what to expect and I swallowed it on purpose. 

I thought that to be interesting. This new load tasted a little different than what had come from the first cock I had sucked.

Over a period of an hour and a half, I sucked five more cocks and swallowed five loads of cum. And all of them tasted a little different. One where the guy smelled of cigarette smoke even tasted a little bitter.

I was standing up to leave when a sixth cock came through the hole. I immediately recognized it as the first cock that I’d sucked earlier, the first cock I’d ever sucked.  Again my mouth was right on it. I sucked it for about five minutes when the stranger pulled it back through the hole. 

I was a little disappointed to say the least. But then I heard him whisper through the hole, “Would like to join me at for a drink or two at the bar down the block?”

Not sure why but I accepted his invitation. We met in the hallway and left together. 

Here I was walking, talking and looking at a guy whose cock I’d just been sucking on and it was like nothing had ever happened.
As we walked we introduced ourselves. He was Malcolm, Mack for short.

After quite a couple of beers and a games of eight-ball, Mack asked, “Would you like to go out back of the bar and finish me off again?”

Looking at the tent in the front of his pants, I said, “Yes, of course,” and we left. 

Out on the sidewalk, we turned left. A few paces down we rounded the corner and walked up the alley to the back of the bar. It was dark but enough light from the street light made it back so we could see what we were doing.

Wasting no time, Mack unbuckled, unzipped and lowered his Levis. 

When I dropped to my knees in front of him, I was amazed. I knew his cock was big. Soft it was over 6-inches long. I remarked about the size and said, it didn’t look that big at the bookstore?’

Not waiting for an answer I confessed that I was new at sucking cocks. That his had been the first one I’d ever sucked. 

Mack looked down at me and said, “For a novice you’re actually pretty good at sucking cock. And you could only get better at it over time and with practice.”

I asked, “How big is your cock when it’s hard?” 

Mack told me, “Eight and a half inches plus or minus a quarter of an inch. 

I opened my mouth and started to suck the head and some of the shaft. As it grew I took as much of the shaft in my mouth as I could without gagging. I couldn’t believe I was on my knees in an alley sucking Mack’s cock. But there I was, happily gobbling his rod. I was softly moaning, “Mmmmmmm,” and making wet slurping sounds as I pumped my mouth up and down on his cock. Without the partition in the way I had more freedom. My hands danced sensuously up his legs until I was cradled his balls. 

I wasn’t just sucking his cock, I was making a serious production of it.  

Mack laughed because I was making these sexy little murmurs, like a kid does when eating ice cream. As I stared up at his face, I was chewing the head of his cock with my lips. 

“Goddamn,” Mack moaned, “I’ve only seen blowjobs like this in really good porno.  

It wasn’t long after that when I felt the cock swell and then start to squirt. I made an, “Mmmmmmm,” sounds as I swallowed.

 I was still kneeling in front of Mack as he put himself back together. As he was zipping up asked, “Would you like to suck me off again?”

 And I told him, “I’d love to.”

He asked for my phone number and when I gave it to him, he said. “I’ll call you.” He then turned and walked away. 

I got up off of my knees and walked back across the highway to my car.  As I drove home I thought about what had happened in the last few hours. I’d gone from feeding the queers my cock to being a queer getting fed cock. 

I still couldn’t believe that I’d sucked five cocks and had swallowed six loads of cum. 

Even though I could still taste of cum in my mouth I didn’t feel like a faggot or queer, but I was definitely now a cocksucker. Don’t get me wrong, I still liked pussy but what I’d just done was really exciting to me.

It was three days later when my phone rang. The caller identified himself as Mack and asked, “Are you the one that I met across the street from the Blue Pelican bar a few days ago?”

I replied, “Yes, that was me.”

He then asked, “Would you like to come over to my home and have some more fun?”

Again I said, “That sounds like a plan.”

After giving me directions to his house Mack told me, “Be there in an hour.” Then he gave me his phone number just in case I got lost. 

I arrived right on time and rang the doorbell. 

When the door opened I got the surprise of my life. 

Standing in front of me was a short, long haired blond woman wearing a short see-through teddy. She was beautiful.  Just like what you see in Hustler magazine. Her tits were ample without being too big. They were standing straight up and perky. The nipples that topped them had quarter sized areolas and her nipples jutted out what seemed like a half an inch. 

My cock started to come to life when I saw her. 

“Come in,” she said, “My name is Barbara and we’ve been expecting you.” 

When I first looked her over I saw through the teddy that her pussy looked like it was totally shaved and when she turned away from me to walk into the living room I was looking at the tightest little apple butt that I’d ever seen. 

“Mack,” she said, “Is upstairs in the bedroom waiting for you. I’ll take you to him.”

As I followed her, Barbara said, “In case you’re wondering Mack needs you because I don’t suck.”

In the living room Barbara stopped at the coffee table, picked up a joint. She lit it up, took a hit and handed it to me. I took a couple hits while as I stripped off my clothes. Naked, I following her up the stairs.  

In the bedroom, his soft cock swaying as he moved, Mack walked naked out of the bath room. Without speaking, Mack gestured toward the bed, and I knew just what he wanted. I practically jumped on it, I was so hungry for his big cock. 

Not saying a word, he reached out and I let him move me to where he wanted. I ended up, on my back with my feet up by the pillows and with my head hanging over the foot of the bed.

Mack stepped to me, almost but not quite straddling my face so that his balls rested on my forehead and his big thick cock rested on my lips and nose. He didn’t have to tell me what he and Barbara had been doing. His dick smelled like pussy. 

“Now I’m going to fuck that faggot mouth of yours real good,” he murmured as he lifting his hips a little and guided the head into my mouth. I moaned, Mmmhmmm,” and my nostrils flared as his cock filled me. I could taste pussy as Mack eased forward slowly and gently, pushing forward even when I gagged a little.

In this position my throat was wide open so the sensation soon passed and Mack was able to keep going until I felt his balls on my nose.

He leaned forward over me, his hands on the bed on either side of my hips, and my hands rose instinctively to his chest, finding his nipples and toying with them. “Oh yeah, that’s a good slut” he moaned, started rocking his hips slowly. I was so turned on I thought I’d pass out, this Adonis using my mouth the way I used my girlfriend, Linda’s pussy.           

He started fucking my face slow at first, but every 4th or 5th stroke Mack picked up the pace a little. The only discomfort I felt was my jaws and lips stretching around the thickness of his cock, but I barely noticed because he just kept fucking and fucking and fucking.     

Just when I thought things couldn’t get any better, Barbara, or least I think it was Barbara, a big hairy pair of balls was blocking my vision, threw her leg over me, straddling my body. She grasped my hard cock. Holding against the lips of er pussy, Barbara impaled herself on it, dropping down and completely enveloping it in one thrust. There were sighs from Mack when he saw my cock disappear into her pussy. Then she started slowly sliding up and down on my cock, letting it slide out to the head, then dropping down on it again in time with Mack’s thrusting.

My fingers of one hand clamped lightly on one of Mack’s nipples and with the other I reached out and started to rub her clit with my thumb as she fucked me, causing her to spasm as I stimulated her. 

It was the male equivalent of female double-penetration. Dick and pussy both at the same time. I loved it.

 Slowly Mack and Barbara moved into a rhythm. Her sliding up and down on my cock as she fucked me and him pumping in and out of my mouth as he face fucked me.

I quickly realized that the harder I pinched his nipple the faster he fucked, and god I loved it. When I started twisting them, he pounded my slut mouth like a jackhammer, his balls slapping and bouncing off my eyes and nose as he used me for his pleasure. 

As Mack sped up, Barbara was forced to speed to keep up with him,

My thoughts were broken only momentarily when Mack growled, “You ready for my cum, faggot?” 

I did my best to nod, but I think he got the message because I felt and saw his hairy balls draw up tight, his thrusts became shorter and harder, his spit-slicked cock seeming to grow and throb even more.

Mack cried out as he cummed, pulling back so that only the head just was past my lips and me sucking like a greedy bitch as his thick, hot cum erupted into my mouth. At the same time I brought my hips up off the bed, driving my dick deep into Barbara’s tight pussy, cumming like a wild man as my balls slammed against her pussy.

Our screams of pleasure vibrated off the walls. Then the three of us collapsed onto the bed in complete exhaustion.

If this was being a cocksucker…viva la sucking cock.

The end…

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SET THE DRYER ON RIM CYCLE

By anonymous.a

I recently moved to a new neighborhood. I’m much happier here, because it’s a neighborhood filled with good-looking guys.

For instance, there’s a young Air Force officer in the house to the right of mine. I see him jogging sometimes. He likes to wear those floppy, filmy shorts, the ones that cling to every contour of your body when they move. I can see his packing some serious firepower between those long, lean legs.

There’s a young non-com across the street and to the right. He’s tall and skinny, and very married, dammit. But that never stopped me before. I think given the right circumstances just about any man could be persuaded to give up his nut for another guy. I can’t wait to give Tall Boy that chance.

Then there’s another non-com directly across from me. He’s always working on cars, day in and day out. His girlfriend is often out there with him. I’ve often fantasized about helping a guy work on his car – while he’s flat on his back under the car, his junk hanging out of those baggy shorts, my hand is busy making sure his cock and balls are in perfect working order.

Two houses down to the left is a college-age kid. I’d guess he’s 19 or 20. Have you ever seen a guy you would describe as “beautiful”? Because this kid is gorgeous. Every time I see him I want to take his face in my hands and kiss him – tenderly, sweetly. And then fuck his brains out of course.

And then there’s the subject of this story, the young married guy who walks his dog through the neighborhood. He’s the spitting image of an actor I’ve seen in a couple of horror movies – Kerr Smith. Ever seen the guy? Look him up. He’s incredibly good-looking, with a beautiful smile, a terrific body – just everything you’d want in a guy.

I see the married guy in mornings, mostly, when I’m heading out for my walk to the park. He’s usually walking his pooch, a white husky-type breed. He always smiles and says hello. His voice is so velvety smooth he should be in radio.

Who knows? Maybe he is. The radio industry pays for shit and it just so happens this guy and his wife are so deprived of funds he has to take public transport to work. I see him sometimes at the stop, waiting for the van to come by with its retinue of bums and elderly people. I feel kind of sorry for some of them, our hunk included. I’d be happy to give him a ride to work every morning – for a price.

As it happens, I got to exercise that option just the other day.

I got up that morning and went about my routine, taking my time because I had taken the day off from work. I got myself ready for my walk and stepped out the front door, only to see it was pouring. Sometimes I’ll walk in the rain if it isn’t too heavy, but this was a gully washer as some of the old-timers say. Even with an umbrella I’d get soaked.

Just then, who should come walking down the road, heading for the bus stop, but the married guy. He was already drenched and faced another 10 minutes in the rain before the bus arrived.

As he passed by my house I yelled, “Hey, c’mon up here.” He turned and looked my way, then jogged across the sodden yard and came in under the front porch.

“Are you nuts? You’re soaking wet. You can’t work all day in wet clothes.”

He took off his jacket and shook the water from it. “I don’t appear to have a choice,” he said.

“Yeah you do. Get your ass inside. I’ll throw your clothes in the dryer. Fifteen minutes from now they’ll be dry, and I’ll give you a ride to the job.”

He looked at me suspiciously. “Why would you do that? You don’t even know me.”

I guess it did sound like a deal that was too good to be true. I tried to make light of it.

“Well, I mean, we’re neighbors and all. It ain’t gonna kill me to do a favor for a neighbor.”

He seemed to relax and even smiled. “Well that’s darn neighborly of you, but I don’t want to put you out.”

I promised him it wouldn’t be a problem. I opened the door and led him inside. My washer and dryer were in a separate laundry room, so I took him down the hallway. When we got there I ordered him to strip.

“Everything,” I said. “Take it all off.”

He looked uncertain. “Uh, I don’t have anything to wear.”

I told him I’d get him a towel. In fact, I left to get one from the linen closet. When I came back, he had taken off his shoes, pants and shirt. His belt and wallet sat on a shelf.

“Everything,” I repeated, nodding at his boxers and socks as I put his clothes in the dryer. While I had my back turned he got out of this shorts and handed them to me, along with his socks, which were heavy with rainwater. I tossed them in, set the dryer on high heat and hit the start button. The cycle would last half an hour.

When I turned around he had his back to me. I sucked in a breath at the sight of his ass. It was perfectly shaped and covered with a thin layer of hair, which was a huge turn-on for me. I really hate that guys shave their crotches and asses these days, because body hair is a hugely attractive feature on a man. Shaving it off makes them look like a child. I don’t want to have sex with a boy.

I handed him the towel. He used it to dry his hair, then wrapped it around his waist, as if he had just gotten out of the shower. When he was done we went back to the living room. He sat down on the couch; I took the recliner.

During the ensuing conversation I learned his name was Kelly. He was 23 years old and had been married about a year. His wife worked in the office at a nearby elementary school. He did not have a job per se; he took the bus each day to one of those day labor companies. Some days he mowed yards. Others, he roofed houses. Yet others he worked data entry, which is what he hoped to do on a permanent basis.

As we talked I could not maintain eye contact with him. My gaze kept descending to the gap between his legs. There, in plain sight, was his cock and balls. I wouldn’t say he had an enormous dick – it was probably average in length. But it was nicely shaped, and his balls were bigger than most. His package was nestled in a valley of dark pubic hair, very manly and alluring.

He must have noticed me staring because he suddenly unwrapped the towel and left it lying on the couch. He didn’t say anything, but he did smile faintly, as if he had known all along that the price of my drying his clothes and taking him to work would be a sexual liaison. He reached down and lifted his cock slightly so that it flopped on his thigh. His balls slid within his scrotum to accommodate his dick’s new position.

My heart was hammering in my chest. I didn’t say anything either – I was afraid a spoken word would break the spell that had fallen over the room. Instead, I rose from the recliner, approached the couch, and dropped to my knees. I crawled between his legs, which he had spread, and took that warm cock in my mouth.

He sighed when the moist heat of my mouth descended over his fuckstick. It was not fully hard yet and truth be told, I like to lick and suck a nice dick before it becomes rigid. That’s when you get the best mouth-feel and taste from it. His didn’t have any scent or taste to speak of because it had been washed clean by the rain, but as I dove down to the base, my mouth scraping along the shaft, my nose entered his bush and there I smelled a distinct odor of sex. All those little glands within the crotch, the ones that gave off that musky, earthy smell of stimulation that made the skin sticky – they were working in high gear.

His hand traveled to the back of my head. I felt his fingers work their way through my hair as he pushed me down so that his dick was buried in my mouth. He wasn’t long enough to hit my throat. I’d guess his cock was about 5½ inches long, which was perfectly average for a white guy. But it was fat and hairy, and I wasted no time bringing it to full hard-on.

My tongue flattened and worked the underside of his shaft, then came up and probed his piss hole. I ran it around the ring of his mushroom cap, then raised and lowered my mouth until I had established a rhythm. That elicited a moan from him as the friction intensified. His cock became a hot poker in my mouth, and I was loving the sensation of him impaling himself on me.

I pulled off his throbbing dick and started licking those egg-sized balls. Here, the taste was more distinct, and his scrotum was stickier. I loved the feel of his ball-sac hairs scraping across my tongue. I didn’t take his nuts into my mouth; despite what you read in some of these stories, the sensation of a guy taking your testicle into his mouth isn’t a turn-on, at least not for me. But licking the sac? Oh hell yeah.

As I licked those cum-filled monsters, my nose pressing against his prick, he raised his feet from the floor and put them on the couch cushion to either side of me. Then, he pushed his ass out and changed the angle of his body so that the gap between his scrotum and asshole became accessible. Again, I wasted no time running my tongue into that secret place. And when I descended to that dark valley between his butt cheeks, I used my hand to pull them apart and reveal my prize.

His hole was a thing to behold, nestled in bristly pubes and pulsing slightly. I planted my mouth over it and began working it with my tongue. He gasped and increased the pressure against the back of my head, until my nose was firmly planted between his balls and my mouth had formed a suction between his sticky, smelly butt cheeks. I began probing it with my tongue and it yielded slightly so that my tongue actually began to enter him. The heat of his hole was higher than any fever; I felt like my face was melting into this ass crack.

I kept that up a few minutes until he said, “Get me in your mouth.” I reared up and took his cock into my mouth, swallowing it to the base, and as he held my head in place he thrust his crotch forward and emptied a mighty spewing of cum directly into my mouth. Then a second volley, and a third. Some of it leaked from my lips; I couldn’t hold it all in. I started swallowing so I didn’t lose any, and his cock continued to twitch as smaller ejaculations of semen spurted from his piss hole. I rolled it around in my mouth to extract the flavor – it was sweet, the way pecans can sometimes have a slightly sweet taste. I greedily sucked on his cock until it deflated and stopped leaking.

About that time the dryer timer buzzed. I pulled off Kelly and he got himself off the couch. I watched him walk back to the laundry room, those hairy butt cheeks flexing in rhythm to his gait. He opened the dryer and pulled out his clothes. As he bent over to put on his boxers, I couldn’t help but drop to my knees and plant my face in that luscious crack. He gave his butt a playful wiggle and grabbed the back of my head, forcing me deeper into his crack. Just as my tongue gave a wet, slobbery lap over his rectum, he backed off and pulled up his shorts.

“Next time I’m going to fuck you,” he said.

Wow. Next time. My heart soared at the prospect of this sexy boy ramming that fat rod deep into my asshole.

“But for now, neighbor, I would really appreciate that ride to work.” He smiled and I fished the car keys out of my pocket.

It was only fair that I give him a ride. He had given me one helluva ride!

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I could tell that Kurt had shot his load, because the towel attendant jerked and sucked hard on the tongue I had in his mouth and the two of them groaned in unison. The German tennis pro and I were holding the towel guy between us on the bed in Kurt’s hotel room. The towel attendant’s butt was plastered to Kurt’s lap, Kurt’s sheathed cock up his channel. Kurt was on his back, the towel guy’s right arm trapped under him, and Kurt had been holding the young man’s right leg bent up into his chest. I was on my right side on the other side of the towel attendant, his left leg trapped under my legs, my right arm under his neck, pulling his face into mine for the deep kiss, while the towel attendant fucked himself on Kurt’s cock by raising and lowering his pelvis. The young man’s cock was encased in my left hand, and I let him do the sliding with the same movement he was fucking himself on Kurt’s cock.

Kurt having gotten off in him, I curled my right arm up under the towel attendant, palmed his belly, pulled him off Kurt’s dick, and turned his buttocks toward my crotch. Understanding what I was doing, Kurt grabbed the young man’s left leg and pulled it up to Kurt’s shoulder. The attendant was incredibly flexible. He also wasn’t completely prepared for the girth of my cock–Kurt was better looking than I was, but I had much the bigger cock–because when I slid my cock into the channel Kurt had just been in, the towel attendant lurched, gave a little cry that was stifled because I was still French kissing him, arched his back, bringing his buttocks farther up in an angle that gave me a deeper slide; and kissed me back with a vengeance. Kurt’s hand on the young man’s cock covered mine, and we jacked him off together. This didn’t take long, and I was still fucking him in long, deep strokes when he spouted off.

I always liked playing tennis tournaments with Kurt Steiner, Germany’s number three men’s player, because he had no trouble picking up tricks like this willing and flexible young towel attendant–we never asked him his name–and was happy to share the young men with me.

I was in Washington, D.C., for the annual August Citi Bank tennis tournament, a 500-series lead up to the U.S. Open, and found myself booked in the same hotel as Kurt was. Most of the tennis players were booked in the Washington, D.C., Marriott Marquis. We’d both arrived the Saturday before the tournament started, both coming in time for the qualifying rounds that weekend if we weren’t seeded. But we’d both been seeded, me above Kurt. I was the number three American men’s player.

Kurt had magic seduction techniques, which is why I liked to hook up with him when we were at the same tournament. He had nasty tastes, including threesomes and the occasional double penetration, and, for some reason the young men rushed to him to sign up for that treatment. I came along for the easy fuck that someone else set up. Kurt pulled me into his trysts as often as he did because he liked my cock inside him for a finisher too. He was a perfectly built Nordic blond with movie star looks, so I enjoyed fucking him as much as I did the young men he procured to share with me.

I hadn’t known we were both booked in the Marriott Marquis until we both found ourselves in the hotel’s gym on Saturday evening. As we exercised we talked about the possibility of going out and finding a little guy to share, when the willowy red-headed hotel pool towel attendant just, almost literally, dropped in our laps.

In no time Kurt was fondling him in the shower. When I entered, proposed to the attendant that he come up to the hotel room of one of us and be shared, he seemed a bit hesitant, but his hesitancy started melting away when I came up behind him, pulled him into my body, while Kurt was kissing him and pulling on his cock and balls, and we had him in a sandwich.

When Kurt told him to go down on his knees in the shower, he went right down and gave us both an expert blow job. Kurt’s offer of $500, which I knew I’d have to cover half of, for a trip upstairs was enough to seal the deal.

After I’d come, I slid down the bed to share the young man’s cock with Kurt, who was already down there. The towel guy just moaned and jerked when he came with two tongues working the sides of his cock. He lay there panting and moaning as Kurt went off the bed, grabbed the young man’s ankles, and pulled his butt to the foot of the bed. I turned off to the side to see what Kurt had in mind. The missionary position was what he had in mind for the young man, crouching close over his torso, with the towel attendant’s legs running up Kurt’s muscular chest and his ankles hooked on Kurt’s shoulders. He was pounding inside the towel guy hard and chewing on the young man’s nipples, to the cries of passion and grunting from the towel attendant, when I decided it was time to add a doggy position.

I came in behind Kurt, worked my cock inside his channel, and to the tune of groans and grunts, I pounded Kurt’s ass while Kurt pounded the towel boy’s ass.

Later, when it was just the two of us, lying side by side on Kurt’s bed, his left hand pulling on my cock and my right hand pulling on his, he told me about a waiter down in the main restaurant who he knew he could snatch for us the next night.

“Probably not a good idea, Kurt,” I said. “I’ve got to practice hard tomorrow. My opening round match on Monday is with the Spaniard, Emilio. This isn’t the best exercise for toning up for a match.”

“But this is the exercise I know you love, Cliff,” Kurt said with a smile on his face. He moved over me, straddling my hips. I didn’t fight him as he positioned my cock at his hole and started sliding down the shaft. For the next twenty minutes of Kurt bouncing on my cock until I had filled out the bulb of a condom, I didn’t think about the tennis tournament we were about to enter at all.

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I didn’t get back to my room until after 3:00 a.m. the next morning, and I wasn’t sleeping before that time. I dragged up exhausted and inhaled everything on the buffet table in the breakfast room that I thought would bring me back to life. Although I’d arrived in Washington early for the tournament, I’d made it further into the rounds in Atlanta the week before, so I didn’t really have recovery time between tournaments.

I was disgusted to watch Kurt bounce out of the hotel in tennis togs and a stack of rackets on his back while I was still waiting for a cup of coffee and assessing the aches and pains in my body. Now that I’d thought about it, though, he’d made me do the heavy lifting last night–take the brunt of muscle use. Before leaving the hotel he’d come to the door of the dining room and talked with a cute, young waiter who handed him a thermos jug. I wondered if that was the waiter he’d suggested we spike together tonight. If so, I would be missing a good time, I could tell. Had to do what I could to avoid that, though. I couldn’t burn the candle at both ends and still do well in the tournament. I was here for the tournament, not to fuck with Kurt and friends.

Well, mostly for the tournament; a bit to fuck with Kurt and friends.

It was Sunday and my trainer and I had a practice court at the Fitzgerald tennis center between two and four. I got there twenty minutes early to find that Kurt Steiner had that court for the hour before me. The courts were separated by a line of trees, with benches between them, and I sat and watched, waiting for my trainer, Wally, to show up.

I’d never seen the guy Kurt was hitting with before. For a minute I thought it was the waiter I’d most recently seen him with, but that was nonsense. Just anyone couldn’t waltz in here and practice hit with one of the guys in the tournament. The guy was young, dark haired, and deeply tanned, a real looker. Very young. He was also very good, especially for a guy who wasn’t more than five foot eight. Height–and wing span–had become strategically important in tennis. He was meeting Kurt shot for shot, but I had the feeling that Kurt was holding back.

Kurt didn’t usually hold back for anyone, which led me to speculate that he was cultivating the young man across the net from him. This led me to scrutinize the guy closer, as the young men Kurt cultivated often ended up riding my cock.

Wally hadn’t shown up when Kurt and the young guy called it quits ten minutes before their time was up. Kurt said his good-byes to his hitting partner at the gate to the fence surrounding the court with a “See ya later, Gene. Owe you a drink . . . and more.” I saw the good-looking young guy flash Kurt a smile, turn and see me, give me a brilliant smile too, and then saunter off toward the main stadium.

Kurt walked over to where I was sitting on the bench. “I don’t know how you do it, Kurt,” I said in greeting. “You were up and out before me and you still look fresh after a two-hour hitting session.”

“I’m German–and good genes, I guess,” Kurt answered. “Speaking of which, I assume you saw Gene hitting with me. A real nice piece, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, he looks like something you’d go after–and get,” I answered. “A little young to be on your team, though.”

“Oh, he’s on my team all right. And he’s older than he looks–free game. He’d like to be on your team too. He knew who you were. He pointed you out sitting over here and said you were one of his favorite players. He’s good, as you can see. But he’ll never make it to pro. Not tall enough and he doesn’t move fast enough. He can fix the latter but not the former. I think he knows he won’t make it, which is why he stays around doing what he does.”

“Doing what he does?”

“Yeah, didn’t you catch what he was wearing? Possibly not. You haven’t been in the stadium yet this year, have you?–and they’ve changed the uniform.”

“Changed the uniform?”

“Yes. He’s one of the ball kids. Probably the oldest of the ball kids.”

“Ball kid? He looks too old to be a ball kid–and too big, too muscular.”

“Nevertheless, that’s what he is. There’s no limit on age, although they usually take them no later than high school age. We had a forty-year-old woman doing it last year, though. Writing an article about it or something. But she’s gone now. That would make Gene the oldest one this year.”

“Are you sure he’s beyond high school? Could be still in high school from the size of him.”

“Oh, I’m sure. I made very sure he was eighteen last year. You didn’t make the tournament last year, did you? I made certain he was eighteen then, which makes him nineteen this year.”

“You made sure, because–?”

“Yes, I fucked him. He’s a wildcat in bed. Gives about the best blow job I’ve had. And he fancies you. He fancies you big. He told me so just now. He wants–”

Kurt had a foot up on the bench beside me and a forearm resting on his thigh, his hand dropped down to his crotch. He was leaning in toward me. “There’s room over behind the fenced in dumpster area, Cliff,” he said with a hoarse voice.

“Uh, I gotta practice, Kurt. This is my practice time and I see Wally coming from over there. I think you got enough last night.”

“I blew you; you didn’t blow me. I don’t think Gene has to be in the stadium chasing balls for a while. I could rustle him up. We could DP him over behind the dumpster. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. He didn’t flinch when I mentioned that you and I might do him together. He has a hole that opens right up. Room for two.”

“You got a one-track mind, Kurt. I’m surprised you’re such a good tennis player,” I said, standing and motioning to Wally. “It’s time to get serious with this tournament.”

“You’ll have dinner with me in the hotel, though, won’t you?” he asked. “Nothing too taxing about that, is there?”

Dinner wasn’t taxing. It was what came afterward. We, of course, ate in the hotel dining room because that was where the small, more pretty than handsome, dark-haired waiter was working.

Just as I should have known, a couple of hours later on Sunday night, Kurt and I were in Kurt’s hotel room working the waiter. I was on my back on the bed, with the waiter facing me and riding my cock when Kurt got up on the bed below us; crouched in behind the waiter and over my legs; pushed the waiter’s chest down onto mine; and told me to grab the young man’s wrists and hold his arms over my head, which I did.

I knew when Kurt’s cock penetrated the waiter’s channel, both because the waiter began to groan and pant hard and because I could feel Kurt’s cock press in over mine in the channel. As we’d done before, we began a counter stroking, with me thrusting up as Kurt pulled his cock out and then me pulling back as he thrust. Then in a position I’d never doubled in before, I went on my back; the waiter sat on my cock, faced away from me; I pulled his back into my chest; Kurt came in facing the waiter, the waiter’s thighs draped over Kurt’s thighs; Kurt speared him, sliding in on top of my cock; and we all went bouncing to town. That waiter was such a willowy little thing, almost lost when sandwiched between two muscular athletes like Kurt and me, but, boy could he take cock, and he had one wide hole–at least Kurt and I made it wide for him.

Kurt stayed with us on the bed for just that one ejaculation that night, but he watched as the waiter reversed on my cock, his chest pressed into my raised thighs, and rode me solo to another ejaculation.

Just like with the towel attendant, the waiter was never given a name. After he left the room, Kurt wanted me to stay longer and play, but, I hadn’t intended to be doing this at all the night before my opening match. The Spaniard, Emilio, wasn’t going to be a pushover. After several unsuccessful attempts at good night, topped by that blow job Kurt complained I hadn’t given him the night before, I returned to my room for a fitful night of sleep.

This wasn’t my regular routine going into paid match play.

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I won my first-round match over the Spaniard Emilio, but it wasn’t easy and it wasn’t pretty. Not only wasn’t I rested enough for match play, but Gene, the oldest ball kid, worked my match. It kept running through my mind what Kurt had said the previous day on the practice court–that the luscious young man took cock, gave great blow jobs, and wanted my cock. More than that, Kurt had said the young guy was willing to take double penetration, which, with Kurt, made me feel all hot and bothered. It certainly drained my concentration on the tennis match I should have been concentrating on.

That he had a crush on me was obvious from the start. When he gave me balls for my serve, he didn’t toss them to me like the other ball kids did; he brought them to me, put them in my hand, let his hand linger there a second or two longer than needed, and showed me puppy-dog eyes.

The first time he brought me my towel to towel off my sweat between points, he murmured, “Here’s your towel, Mr. Samuel. You’re doing great. Here, let me give you my balls.” Beyond the fact that ball kids shouldn’t be voicing favorites, they really shouldn’t be speaking to the players at all. And he did it with fluttering eyelashes and with his hand brushing his crotch. I could see it because I was standing right next to him. But I had to assume that those in the stands–there weren’t many in the stands; it was early rounds yet–couldn’t see that he was giving me extra attention.

I growled at him just the once, saying “Mr. Samuel didn’t come to the tournament. I’m Cliff.”

He answered back, “I’m Gene. And I’m a big fan.” Socializing and exchanges of given names just isn’t done between players an ball kids. Well, normally.

It took three sets to take Emilio. I was much the better player–that was obvious. But he was much the fresher player. That was equally obvious. I let my guard down for just a couple of points in the second set, but those points made all the difference in losing the second set.

After the match, I opted to shower there at the venue. No other players seemed to be taking that option, though, so I had the locker room and the separated shower stalls area all to myself–or so I thought. Coming out of the shower, soap still in my eyes, I groped for the towel I’d hung on a hook. But it wasn’t there.

“Here’s your towel, Mr. . . . Cliff,” I heard a voice say.

It was Gene, the oldest ball kid, of course, and he’d come in to shower as well. He just had a towel around his waist, and his body was beautiful. Nineteen-year-old fuck candy beautiful.

His eyes probably went bigger than mine in seeing the other’s body–mine fully naked.

“God, you’re big,” Gene said. “Mr. Steiner said you were big.”

“Gene,” I said. “You’re a ball kid. I . . . we . . . I can’t be doing this.”

“You’re going hard,” he said with a smile. “Look, I’m hard too.” He whipped the towel off his body to show that he, indeed, was in full erection. “You like my balls? Would you like to play with my balls?”

“You’re just a ball kid, Gene. I can’t mess with one of the ball kids. I know you’re old for it, but why do you go on with it?” The question didn’t fit the context, but it had been working on my mind since the previous day.

“I like to be dominated,” he answered, without hesitation. “When I’m on the court and some stud like you is snapping his fingers for the balls or a towel, it turns me on. And if it looks like I turn the stud athlete on, I let him fuck me. I beg him to fuck me. I’m begging you to fuck me. You won’t be fucking a ball kid. I’m a man. I’ve been fucked before. Dominate me and use me hard. I’m not a child. I’ve been balling men for a couple of years. You must know I want you to fuck me. I told Mr. Steiner that’s what I wanted–even more than wanting him to fuck me. I told him he could tell you. I know you fuck other men. I’ve locked the locker room door from the inside. We have time.”

“Gene. I came here to play tennis. You saw me out on the court today. I almost lost. And part of that was because of you–because of you moving around the court and looking oh so sexy.”

“So, you do want to fuck me.”

“Of course I want to fuck you. But I’m going back into the shower, and when I come out I want to be alone and the locker room door to be unlocked.”

I went back under the water–cold water this time. I couldn’t hide the raging hard on I had. I heard the moaning and turned to see Gene, on the floor like a snake, slithering toward me.

“Fuck me, daddy. Dominate me. Use me hard.”

When he reached me, he grabbed both of my ankles in his hands and started licking my feet and toes. I lifted him up onto his knees, mounted his hips, pressed his check into the soapy water on the floor of the shower room, thrust hard inside him, managed–just–to pull out before I ejaculated–but not before he had by jacking his own cock, and in time for him to turn and take the wad on his face and then to clean my cock with his tongue and mouth.

“Take me home, daddy. Take me back to your hotel. Fuck me all night.”

That’s exactly what I did.

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Up to this tournament I’d never checked ahead on who I might have to face in subsequent rounds if I kept on winning, which I rarely did yet in my career past the third round. But I did almost always make the third round. It was just a superstition with me, as it is with some other players.

I should have checked, though.

Of course the young Gene exhausted me Monday night. He was only five years younger than I was, but, in athletic sexual fuck positions–like the crab, with him on all fours suspended over my body, facing the ceiling; or the standing fuck, with me walking the room with him suspended in front of me and me bouncing him up and down on my cock, or just the strain of crouching high over him in a doggy fuck for a half hour or more at a time, or the sixty-nine full mutual blow job–five years of conditioning and the flexibility of youth can make a whole lot of difference.

He was insatiable and inventive and had all sorts of pretzel positions that challenged my muscles.

In my second-round match the next day, I lost miserably, grunting and groaning on the exhaustion and overuse of my muscles the night before. The player I lost to was Kurt Steiner.

He had the audacity to grin as we were shaking hands over the net at the end of a loss that made him look like a real tennis stud–on TV–and me like an unprepared dud and to say, “No hard feelings, I hope. Gene was worth it, wasn’t he?”

Dolt that I was–having gone straight to the pro circuit rather than college–I didn’t “get it” until that very minute. Kurt had used Gene–and the lay sessions before–as a distraction and as exhaustive activity for me going into the tournament. Kurt had looked ahead and seen that we might meet in the second round, and my ranking was nearly ten slots above his.

I could do no more than smile wanly and walk off the court while he was still acknowledging the applause of the tennis fans.

Gene hadn’t worked as a ball kid that day. Checking with the office, I learned that he had only been brought in to cover more sicknesses in the ranks of the ball kids. “He’s really too old to be a ball kid anymore,” the supervisor confided in me. “And he called in sick today too–said he’d strained a couple of muscles and was hobbling around. There’s really a limit to the age where a ball kid’s duties are manageable. Do you not agree?” She looked at me as if I was going to stand up for Gene’s right to be the oldest ball kid alive.

But I didn’t.

If I’d had any sense I would have written off using Kurt’s procurer services during future tennis tournaments. But I didn’t do that either. I didn’t rise much further in the rankings, and I’m happy to say that Kurt didn’t either, but I made a living at it.

And the sex on tour was great.

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I had a part time job as a stable boy for about 3 months before I went to university, the job involved mucking out feeding and grooming. Accommodation included. I was feeling nervous this was my first job and first time away from home.

 I’m Harry 18 years old 140lbs 5’8″ tall, lean natural body tone. Blonde hair green eyes. I’m gay. 

I worked and shared accommodation with 3 other guys. Manuel, Jose and Tomas, Hispanic guys. They were all in there mid twenties. About 160-180lbs, 5’8″-5’10″ tall. All very fit guys. 

The first few days felt strange both the work and the environment. The work was physically demanding; I struggled to keep up with the guys. They were physically fit with well-toned bodies due to the hard manual work they do.

They cursed and fooled about to relieve their boredom when working. I had only been there a few days when they diverted their attention onto me to relieve their boredom. They used verbal abusive sexual remarks, challenging my gender. They became very tactile simulating sexual acts on me. On more than one occasion Manuel came up behind me and placed one arm around my waist and the other around my neck and shoulders, licking the nape of my neck while simulating fucking me. “Fuck off” I always told him as I pulled away. He would always laugh out loud and wink at me. Jose and Tomas stroked their hands over their bulges several times and grinned at me. They put their hands inside their jeans and fondled themselves in front of me; they did lots of other stuff. At first it scared and worried me. Did their behavior towards me suggest they thought I was gay? Or were they just fooling with me because I’m an easy target. As time went by I got used to their teasing and taunting; I even gave them a lot of verbal back. I felt that it was all empty threats these guys had no true intentions to sexually carry out any of the threats. I got my satisfaction by jacking off fanaticizing and imagining them doing to me what they threatened to do.  

One evening they had all showered and were lying on their beds just with a towel around their waist. They were speaking in Spanish and kept glancing over at me as I got ready to take a shower. Manuel wolf whistled me as I made my way to the shower. I turned my back to them and bent over and wriggled my ass, I was now taunting them.” Don’t tempt me gringo”, shouted Manuel. “Your all talk man”, the words were out before I had given any thought to what I was saying. Well it’s only the truth I thought as I made my way to the shower.

I came out of the shower with the towel around my waist immediately Manuel jumped up and approached me. “So I’m all talk am I gringo?” He asked as he started to run his hands through my hair. “Yeah”, I said with confidence and pulling away with feelings of frustration.  “You’re a pretty boy”, he said as he stroked the side of my face. “You think so”? I said. I was expecting him to back off and laugh but he didn’t. “Yeah we all do,” he said as he stroked his hands over my chest pausing over my nipples. Feeling his hands on my naked chest sent a sexual shudder through my body. I was still thinking he would back off, just teasing me. “Nice nipples,” he said as he stared into my eyes. He continued to lightly stroke over my nipples with his callused hands making them erect and feel sensitive. “Nice hard nipples,” he said gazing into my face then turning and grinning at Jose and Tomas. I could feel my cock swelling. “Look I have to get dressed,” I said. “No you don’t,” he said as he loosened my towel, which immediately fell to the ground. 

He stroked his hands over my hips then the cheeks of my ass. “You think I’m just talk now?” Maybe I replied nervously. I didn’t trust him I still had my guard up, anything could happen if I admitted to being gay. He loosened the towel around his waist and let it drop to the floor. Fuck, naked he looked perfect. I tried to show no reaction. He leaned forward and started sucking and nibbling my nipples. Jose and Tomas joined us they were both naked. Their hands were all over me. I could feel their tongues, lips and teeth. They were lightly biting and licking my ass cheeks, neck and shoulders while Manuel sucked hard on my nipples. Fuck this was ecstasy a surreal moment. I couldn’t resist anymore I was convinced it wasn’t just talk. I stroked my hands over the shoulders and back of Manuel; he looked at me and smiled.   

He pressed on my shoulders forcing me to my knees. “Kiss my cock.” His cock was flaccid and heavy. I could fit both my hands on it; it was enormous. He shoved his flaccid cock into my mouth  “Suck it deep.” Tomas and Jose were watching as his cock disappeared inch by inch down my throat. “Yeah that feels good gringo.”  I moved my lips up and down the shaft in a slow sensual way. In no time I could feel it swelling in my throat, hardening so quickly that it made me gag. I pulled away several times and inhaled deeply. He kept shoving it back down my throat past the resistance point.  My saliva covered the shaft of his cock; copious amounts ran down my chin and chest. Both Jose and Tomas joined in feeding me their cocks. I went from cock to cock sucking, licking and taking them all deep until all of them were like hard rods of steel.   

Manuel took control of me; I could taste his precum as he gradually worked my throat. I orally rode his cock for as long as I could, savoring every moment. I had my hands on his hard ass cheeks to give me better leverage as I deep throated his cock. Thrusting my face into his crotch making me kiss his pubic hairs as he thrust his cock down my throat with the full force of his hips. He looked pleased as he looked down at me with the whole of his cock deep down my throat. Tomas and Jose stood stroking their cocks waiting in line.

Holding my head firmly Manuel continued to thrust with his hips. Now and then he would press my face into his crotch and hold. I could see the whites of his eyes as he stared down at me. His legs started to tremble and he was moaning.  “You ready gringo I’m going to cum Ahhhhhhhh,” His cock expanded as his sperm laden juices shot down the tube of his cock. I suddenly felt a strong jet of warm sperm juice hit the back of my throat. He continued to tremble and shudder as he squirted copious amounts of sperm juice into my mouth and over my face. He let me suck on his cock until it softened then he pulled his cock out my mouth and wiped it across my face. 

He looked at Jose and Tomas and said, “he’s yours.”  My stomach was full of rich protein cum by the time they finished face fucking me. What I couldn’t swallow spilled out the side of my mouth and even out my nostrils, running down my chin, chest and my balls. Forming a pool at my knees. My cock was hard and springing up and down as they got more vigorous face fucking me. I was so excited that I squirted my juices into the mixture of cum juice and sweat that had formed on the floor. 

They left me to have a beer and cigarette. I knelt there experiencing an overwhelming erotic feeling shooting through the whole of my body having just been face fucked and fed with copious amounts of live sperm juices from three powerful guys.

They were talking excitedly in Spanish while drinking their beer and smoking. Had they satisfied their sexual needs? I went to get up Manuel jumped to his feet shouting. “stay down bitch we haven’t finished with you yet.” He stood over me pressing his foot down on my back. I was down on all fours. Jason came over and sat on my back I felt his hands parting my ass cheeks. Manuel scooped some sweat and cum juice mixture onto his fingers and knelt down behind me. Tomas knelt in front of me and shoved his ass into my face and parted his cheeks. “Lick my ass gringo,” he snarled.  He pressed his ass into my face I parted his ass cheeks and licked around the rim of his anus and a long the whole of his ass crack. He moaned with delight as my coarse tongue licked and penetrated his hole. He shouted at me to get my tongue deeper in his hole. While I was eating Tomas’s ass I felt Manuels lubed finger slip into my hole. I gave out a deep sigh. More sperm lube was applied, this time with 2 fingers then 3. Something incredible was happening in my ass. It was an intense feeling as Manuel moved his fingers about in my hole.    

Manuel said something in Spanish both Jason and Tomas stood up and got out the way. I could feel Manuels cock rubbing up and down my ass crack. He leaned forward and whispered into my ear. “Nice tight ass gringo for me to fuck.”  Manuel placed both his hands on my shoulders as he started to punch my hole several times with the head of his hard cock. After several attempts the head of his cock stretched my hole and penetrated me making me jolt and moan. I could feel Manuels cock on all sides of my gut as he thrust his hard cock deeper into me. Manuel leaned over me and placed one arm around my neck and shoulders the other arm around my waist. He thrust and forced his hard cock deep into my gut, inch by inch stretching and penetrating. I felt his hairy pubic hairs rubbing on my ass cheeks he was all the way into me. He let out a satisfied sigh before starting to gently fuck me, gentle at first then more vigorously. At first his cock was painful but soon gave way to a sensational feeling of pleasure. 

With each of his thrust into me I gave out a Ohh!! Ahhhhhh!  While he grunted. The noises I made excited and stimulated him to fuck me even more vigorously to impress Jose and Tomas and to prove his alpha male status. He was sweating profusely and inhaling and exhaling deeply when the whole of his body convulsed as he delivered his load deep into my gut. He lay on me for several minutes regaining control of his breathing as both Jose and Tomas stood in line waiting to impregnate me with their live sperm juices.

Both Jose and Tomas fucked me after. I was covered in sweat and cum juices. Sperm juice seeped out my overflowing ass and trickled down my legs as I lay their on the floor recovering. From that night I was fucked everyday by all three of them.

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“Dan! Get the fuck out of bed. I’m gonna be late because of you!” I heard my brother scream. It only led me to cover my ears with the pillows. What the fuck was Stefan’s problem? It was fucking 6 in the morning.

I was just about nodding off when suddenly I felt two powerful arms yank me off the bed. Now, I know I’m not the strongest of men, but I am a decent 5’8” and am pretty toned if I do say so myself.

I growled and kicked as hard as I could; but it was in vain.

Meet Stefan. AKA, my stepbrother from hell. We were in the same year at college, and he was taller, stronger and better at everything than I was. It was so fucking frustrating.

I groaned and opened my eyes. “What the fuck man?” I asked groggily.

Stefan glared at me and said, “Dude, it’s fucking 7!”

Shit! My watch probably stopped working!

“Alright, I’ll be ready in a sec.” I said, and ran the fuck into the bathroom.

It was only then that I realized that I had a raging boner. My cock was your average 5-6 inches. Nothing to boast about, but it wasn’t bad either.

I got to work quickly, stroking my dick hard and fast and willing myself to orgasm as quickly as possible. Elena, my girlfriend, flashed through my mind, and I came quickly. I showered as fast as I could and made my way downstairs. My dad was off to work, and my stepmother Stacey was busy making pancakes for us.

My heart skipped a beat when I walked into the living room. Stefan was lifting weights as he did every morning before college. I had never been with a man before, and never wanted to be. Elena was my steady girlfriend from past 5 years. Now, things weren’t going great with us, but we managed. She was smokin’ hot.

My thoughts flew back to Stefan as I saw him clench his biceps. He was 6’3” and muscular as hell. He was captain of the soccer team, and had short blonde hair. I on the other hand, had short black curls.

Every time Stefan lifted the dumbbells, his pectorals tightened and the buttons on his shirt-down threatened to pop loose. His biceps tore at the sleeves and I couldn’t help but glance at his crotch.

I didn’t get a glimpse of his cock, but judging by the bulge, I could say it was bigger than mine… Way bigger.

Stefan caught me looking, and smirked, “Bet your girlfriend is tired of your puny body, eh?”

I rolled my eyes and buried the shame deep in me. She probably was. Ever since Stefan came into my life, I caught her looking at him with her eyes glazed over with lust and Stefan played the devil. He gave her a show every time, by just walking around in his boxers. And like most of his clothing, his boxers too were tight around his body. His ass was tight and glorified, and his cock strained to pop out.

I hated to admit it, but whenever he walked around semi-naked, I got a raging hard on.

I realized I spaced out for a while when Stefan barked at me, “Let’s go man!”

I grabbed a pancake and doused it in syrup, gulping it down quickly before I left the house. Stefan’s family was rich. His dad left them with a healthy amount of cash before he divorced Stacey, and his mum with her 36DD breasts, was a bikini model.

I climbed into Stefan’s Porsche, and he glared at me again, “Can’t you do anything right? I told you, that seat is for my lovers only. Now go sit in the back like the scum that you are.”

I didn’t know why Stefan was always rude to me. With an audible grunt, I sat at the back.

The day passed by rather quickly. Elena said she would be home for dinner and a sleepover. My stepmum and dad decided to go out on a drive to Phoenix for the weekend, leaving the house to me, Elena and fucking Stefan.

As per his ritual, Stefan only wore boxers in order to show off his superior physique and humiliate me further.

Elena came over and before she even looked at me, she waved to Stefan. Stefan smirked and asked me if he could talk to her in private. I glared at him and before I could say no, Elena giggled and went with him.

My curiosity got the better of me as I walked as quietly as I could to Stefan’s room. I put my ear to the door and could hear loud moans.

“You like that bitch? You just love my monster cock don’t you?”

“Uhhhh Uhhhh Yeahhhh” Elena moaned.

My heart thudded loudly. I couldn’t believe it. Or…Could I…

“Talk to me bitch, tell me, how large is my brother’s cock?” Stefan chuckled.

“It’s hardly as big as yours….” Elena moaned.

I could hear Stefan laugh, and he said, “Whose cock would you rather suck, cunt?”

“Ahhh Stefan, yours! Yours!”

I could hear his monster balls slap against her bare ass.

I had a raging hard on, and I closed my eyes. This was so humiliating. My own girlfriend prefers my brother’s cock!

“I’m going to cum into you because you’re just a cum-dumpster, aren’t you? Isn’t that what you want every time you look at my cock while your [i]boyfriend[/i] is talking to you?”

Elena just gave muffled screams.

I could hear her moan loudly as she orgasmed.

I didn’t realize I was pumping my own cock. I was close to orgasm when…

TBC

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