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Lance-Corporal Roddy McSpunk was delighted with, and smug about, his seduction of Robin Cooper. As McSpunk would have been the first to admit, he was a successful seducer of men; including some men whom you would never have thought were up for it. One of McSpunk’s more memorable remarks in this context was: 

“Eh! It’s only wimps go after wummen: real men like men!”

By that criterion McSpunk was 100% ‘real man’; he had no interest in women. He boxed and wrestled. He worked out with weights. He was sexy and muscular; he was also recklessly brave and constantly took risks. His latest risky venture was in fact having a sexual fling with Captain Robin Cooper; a commissioned Officer who was not in 4 Coy, 5 Para; that unofficial haven for gay macho soldiers. That sex across the ranks was against military law did not worry him at all, if indeed McSpunk had given this inconvenient fact any thought at all. In 4 Coy, 5 Para, it was not widely respected. 

The ball was now in Cooper’s court: would he wish to see McSpunk again, or had their fling become in retrospect an embarrassing nightmare? McSpunk was hoping and betting that he would want to; he remembered the surprise, the shock but also the delight, on Cooper’s face when McSpunk had ridden his cock and later fucked him. He would surely recall the mind-blowing sensation of sex with Master McSpunk and, after a few days, or weeks, start to hanker for more. 

On the other hand, Cooper – a straight young husband – might well have felt pangs of guilt following his energetic afternoon with McSpunk; especially while having dinner later with Mrs Cooper. It was touch and go. 

Watch, wait and see. So McSpunk had waited. 

One day Cooper’s message arrived, asking whether McSpunk was free the following Thursday afternoon and, if so, whether he felt like meeting up again? The padded envelope contained a big key, which McSpunk guessed was a copy of the key to Andy, the range-keeper’s hut at Frotton rifle range; Thursday was the range-keeper’s day off, which he invariably spent in town; probably in the pub. McSpunk accepted. 

Heh heh. McSpunk, with a big grin, applied for half a day’s leave on Thursday. Richard Finch, with a straight face and without comment, authorised it. It was often hard to guess what, if anything, Richard knew or suspected. Others were less-circumspect. 

McSpunk changed into his version of plain clothes: very tight, low-waisted pale blue jeans, fitting closely and snugly round the ass and crotch, beneath which he wore a scarlet wet-look thong. A massive black leather belt with ornate buckle; a close-fitting black sleeveless T-shirt; an ass-skimming black leather bomber jacket – McSpunk had an award-winning ass – and Doc Marten boots completed the ensemble. Finally, he squirted some erotic cologne, a gift from one of his numerous admirers, behind his ears. Over the T-shirt he wore a gold chain with a phallic pendant. Thus clad, and ‘walking the walk’, like the amateur bodybuilder he was, McSpunk strutted out bandily to find his transport. 

“Off somewhere nice, sex-god?” said Sergeant Kincaid in his soft Irish brogue. He grinned complicitly at McSpunk. Although it was far from obvious, manly, rugby-playing Patrick Kincaid was as gay as McSpunk himself; he knew exactly how McSpunk was likely to beguile his spare time. Under the circumstances, he could not disapprove. But he would never in a million years have worn McSpunk’s kind of civilian clothes; and as for that horrible phallic pendant… no way. The only good thing about McSpunk’s appearance that day was his haircut: short, neat; parted on the side; a quiff over his forehead and stiffened with gel. His hair was ginger and McSpunk, who did not tan much, had freckles. And his big, boyish grin. 

The ‘boy’ was now twenty-two, but did not act it: McSpunk winked at Kincaid and gave a thumbs-up. I’m on my way to a date with a hunky Officer! Wouldn’t you like to know about that, Mr Kincaid?he thought. 

“You be careful, Boyo!” said Kincaid. 

“What d’jer mean, Sir?” he asked innocently. 

“I mean drive carefully; and everything else! Watch you don’t get yourself arrested, dressed like that! 

Fuck him. What does he mean by that? That man is too fucking – what’s the word? It was in a crossword last week: ‘intuitive’! That’s it. 

This was not in doubt: Kincaid possessed detective skills almost worthy of Sherlock Holmes. They had been used, occasionally, against the insufferable McSpunk, whom Kincaid basically liked, but who often drove him up the wall. Kincaid’s relations with Richard Finch, his immediate superior and platoon commander, were friendly; two tough, intelligent men who worked well together. Exactly how friendly, McSpunk could not decide. 

Sergeant Kincaid had no problem with McSpunk in uniform. He was always smart, immaculate; boots shining and maroon beret set at a cocky angle. He could have – and had, in fact – posed for a recruiting poster, grinning as usual. His behaviour, in or out of uniform, was less-immaculate. He had recently used his undoubted unarmed-combat skills on some civilian youths who had annoyed him. They ended up in Accident and Emergency. This had involved Kincaid and Richard Finch in a cover-up operation with the civilian police. 

In a borrowed car, McSpunk drove towards Frotton, keeping just within the speed-limit. He sang happily. His theme song, an ear-worm, which he would hum and sing in moments of leisure, was: I’m no ordinary man/ I’ve got an extraordinary plan….I’m a supernatural man! Yeah! Many would haveagreed on some of that, although not for the same reasons as McSpunk. 

He arrived early at the rifle range; Cooper was not yet there. McSpunk parked his car a short distance away, hidden behind some bushes. He turned the key in the range-keeper’s hut’s door. It creaked open: as on the earlier occasion, the room was warm and stuffy; the coke-stove was still burning and the comforting, masculine smells of creosote (from the woodwork), coffee, fried bacon and the keeper’s pipe tobacco hung in the air. The aroma reminded McSpunk forcefully of his previous fling with young Captain Cooper. McSpunk noticed that, as on the last occasion, the bed had not been made up. A neat pile of army blankets lay on it. Then he had an inspiration: 

Let’s give him a fright. McSpunk locked the door. He quickly stripped to his thong. While he was hiding his clothes and boots, he heard a car approaching. This car too parked some distance away; it had to be Cooper. Agile as a lemur, McSpunk swung himself up among the metal roof beams above the room (there was no ceiling). The roof-space was in semi-darkness. He crouched on a dusty girder and waited. 

Quick footsteps approached. A key turned in the lock; the door opened. Cooper stood there, looking expectant, apprehensive and super-colossally desirable. He too was in plain clothes this time: fawn jeans, which closely followed the lines of his long, muscular legs; a smart white shirt gaping open to the third button from the top; dockside loafers with no socks. 

“Hullo, anybody here?” he said softly, accustoming his eyes to the semi-darkness. He quickly glanced around, but not upwards. 

“Gotcha!” 

McSpunk swung down from above and wrapped his wrestler’s thighs round Cooper’s neck. Cooper gagged and struggled. Then he blacked out and fell down. 

A few moments later, he woke up: McSpunk was kneeling astride him, now completely naked, carefully unbuttoning his beautiful white shirt. 

“Roddy, you bastard!” laughed Cooper, rubbing the back of his head. 

McSpunk shut him up with a smoochy kiss. He caressed Cooper’s bare, almost hairless, suntanned chest and tweaked his nipples. He then turned to the congenial task of removing his trousers. Cooper laughed as McSpunk unzipped his jeans. Moments later they were in a naked, sweaty wrestling match. Cooper had never wrestled; McSpunk had, often, but Cooper was much bigger than him. He eventually had McSpunk face-down with his arms twisted behind his back. 

“Say ‘uncle’!” 

McSpunk said ‘uncle’. Painfully he prepared to get up. 

“No – not yet. I’m going to take you!” 

Cooper deftly and gently bit McSpunk’s buttocks and the loose skin of his scrotum. Then he swiftly rimmed him. 

Where the hell did he learn about all this…? He’s supposed to be straight, for fuck’s sake! 

Soon afterwards McSpunk was crouched down, face to the floor. His pale, muscular body, now completely naked, was tense with anticipation. His hands were on the back of his neck; ass-cheeks spread. Cooper knelt behind him. To McSpunk’s amazement, the innocent young Captain Cooper now gave him a second rimming, first licking his balls and cock. There was a sudden coolness; Cooper had applied some gel. He rubbed his glans against McSpunk’s asshole.Then he was sliding in. His cock felt massive. McSpunk almost fainted. 

To begin with, Cooper knelt behind McSpunk on one knee and began to thrust. But, as he became more excited, he rutted on him on all fours, like a dog. With the exception of his ravishment by Richard Finch in the Babylon Club (See ‘Richard’s Initiation 2’, passim), McSpunk had never experienced anything like it. (He was a top by inclination.) On that occasion he had told Richard that he wasn’t human. Cooper showed every promise of being in the same league. Probably his married life was dull; he was making up for lost time and opportunities. It was a frantic, out-of-control fuck; sore, but it still felt great. 

On his side Cooper was emotionally involved, as well as desperate for a man-shag. He had not been able to get McSpunk out of his mind. He loved his boyish manner, his ginger hair and his big, bon-enfant grin; his pale, strong body. His roughness, attack and aggression were a real turn-on. Quite different from women who, in Robin Cooper’s experience, tended to lie there like starfish and expect the man to do all the work. The fact that McSpunk was a worthy opponent, a small ball of muscle, made his complete physical submission more exciting still. He flipped McSpunk onto his back and methodically began to plough him again. McSpunk became very vocal: 

“Eh! Steady on! Fuck!! Ye dinnae want tae cum yet. Save yer fucking ammunition for later, Pal! Aaaargh!” 

“I got carried away. Shall we go to bed?” 

He wants tender young love! Maybe he isn’t getting enough of it at home. Well, I can do that, too! thought McSpunk. 

Again, they kissed. This time, it lasted several minutes. Presently McSpunk was lying on top of Cooper, with his legs between Cooper’s, stroking Cooper’s face and kissing him. McSpunk couldn’t move; Cooper was holding his cock firmly in his left hand; he had made a fist round it and was squeezing it. This made McSpunk want to cum, but it also stopped him doing it. Cooper’s other hand rested lightly on the back of McSpunk’s neck. They kissed again. Cooper had turned into a fantastic kisser. He began to stroke McSpunk’s back, getting a little lower each time; closer to his ass-crack. It was clear that Cooper had been taking lessons.

“Where the fuck did ye learn all this?” asked McSpunk when he got his breath back. 

Cooper was silent for a moment. Then: “I did some research; I contacted a young man – a gay male masseur – in London. He turned out to be ex-Royal Marines, which inspired confidence.  I went up to London for a day; I explained what I thought I needed;  and he gave me a good two hours’ worth of ‘tuition’: everything the inexperienced young man needs to know about homo-sex. I really wanted to get it right with you. Expensive, but worth it!” 

McSpunk was impressed; Cooper was taking their fling seriously. All the same: “Ah’d’ hae instructed ye fer nothing!” 

“But this other guy is a professional. You ain’t seen nothing yet!” joked Cooper. 

“He’s no intae S & M, for example, is he?” McSpunk sounded interested. 

“Absolutely. Anything goes, within reason! I’ll tell you about that later.”

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Cooper had been hesitant; he had walked past the block where ‘Darren’ lived more than once. Finally, he had steeled himself to press the buzzer. When Darren opened the door, Cooper was pleasantly surprised to see a smiling, well-dressed and polite young man, who immediately offered him a cup of tea or coffee. For some minutes they sat in the kitchen and talked in an unhurried way about Cooper’s ‘needs’. 

“I think I’ve sized you up!” said Darren with a smile. “Strip off now and come through here.”

Cooper stripped to his high-cut blue bikini briefs.

“Take it off”, said Darren firmly. “Now come through!”

Cooper, fully naked, had squared his shoulders and marched through the door into the next room to meet whatever fate Darren had decided on. A few moments later Darren, equally naked, joined him. 

McSpunk chucked, imagining the scene.

Suddenly Cooper fell silent.

“Go on!” urged McSpunk. “I want tae hear about the S&M!” 

“Shut up. I just heard a vehicle,” Cooper replied.

They listened; there was indeed the sound of a vehicle coming towards them. McSpunk got up and hurried to the dirty small window on that side of the building. He took care not to stand too close to it. He saw a Land Rover draw up and stop. Two men got out. 

“It’s stopping. Fucking hell; it’s a pair of Redcaps!” 

Redcaps were the Royal Military Police, alias Redcaps, RMPs, MPs or Meatpies.

“Maybe just a routine range inspection?” whispered McSpunk.

“If it is, they should have cleared it with me,” said Cooper. “The rifle range is my responsibility. And they haven’t.” 

McSpunk pulled on his g-string, jumped up and hooked his hands over a girder. He swung himself up with no effort, as he had done earlier, so that he was now crouched on it.

“Get yerself up here. They shouldn’t see us up in the roof. They won’t have a key?” 

Cooper shook his head: “They shouldn’t. But nor should we!” Now wearing his briefs, he hauled himself up too. They both held their breath and waited. 

There was the noise of a key turning; this was not supposed to happen. Then the Redcaps were in the room. One was a Sergeant-Major in early middle age, with short-cropped iron-grey hair. It had obviously been dark when he was younger; his expressive eyebrows still were black. While clearly a hard man, he was not bad-looking; he had a sensuous, smiley mouth. The only odd thing about him was a NYPD night-stick, attached to his belt, which Cooper was pretty sure was not normal issue equipment for the RMP. He also carried a briefcase. 

The other Redcap was much younger; a fair-haired Corporal with a fresh complexion. Both Redcaps were in shirt-sleeve order, showing their biceps. Both were clean-shaven. As was to be expected, they both, especially the Sergeant-Major, were muscular. 

“Funny,” said the Corporal. “I could have sworn that I heard some noise from here. Maybe even voices.” 

“No way. Andy’s never, repeat never, here on Thursdays. Hardly any other guys have a key. I had the devil’s own job locating and borrowing the one I had copied. You relax.” 

At this point the Sergeant-Major opened his arms and hugged the fair-haired Corporal. 

“It’s all right. Relax, Barry; relax, that’s an order.” He then kissed the younger man’s lips.

“We gonna have some fun here; right, Sir?” 

“This afternoon I’m not ‘Sir’ and you’re not ‘Corporal’. My name’s Adam,” said the Sergeant-Major. “C’mon.” 

Again he hugged Barry the Corporal; this time for several moments. “We’ll do whatever you like, boy!” he whispered.

Barry murmured something. 

“Fine: so that’s what we’ll do. We’ll do whatever you can handle!” 

Adam began to strip. He was very neat in his habits; socks inside his highly-polished boots. Shirt and trousers carefully hung on the back of a chair. He was now down to a black jock-strap. Barry was soon in the same state; his briefs did not cover much. In any case the underwear were soon at their feet. Their hands explored and caressed each other. Barry’s hand slipped between Adam’s ass-cheeks. Adam grinned at him. He was hard and massive; despite the slight beginnings of a beer-belly, he was an impressive man, very strong – and McSpunk’s idea of fun. Cooper glanced sideways at McSpunk. As expected, he was riveted; his eyes fixed on the almost naked RMPs; the tip of his tongue protruding, and his hand already between his thighs. 

Against all probability, another gay couple had decided on the same day and at the same time to use Andy’s hut for an illicit rendezvous. It was getting more interesting; this was evidently the day of the young Corporal’s initiation into buggery. Hence his nervous eagerness mixed with trepidation. 

“This is supposed to be fun,” said Sergeant-Major. If at any time you can’t take any more, just say ‘Stop it!’ and I’ll stop. No need to rush into it. Let’s hug and kiss a bit longer. Relax!” His voice, although lowered, sounded almost as if he were engaging in weapons-instruction. (Today we have naming of parts…) 

To be continued.

I’m Jake, 39, 5-11, weighing  177.  I have a thing for boys wearing high heels.   Their heels make their ass move which makes me hard.  My partner is Jeff, 24 5-6, 145. Jeff is so cute with beautiful brown curly hair, brown eyes,  earrings dangling from each ear, and  a lovely pearl necklace,

Jeff loves to bottom wearing boots with 3 inch heels.  We are both partial to Alexandro Vasini  ankle boots that come in white, red and black patent leather. Some have 80mm heels.  When a new pair arrive, we each lick and kiss the gorgeous boot.  I suck the heel like a cock and stroke the shaft of the boot.  I get hard and put the toe of the boot in Jeff’s mouth to suck.  While he sucks the toe I start to play with his ass and hole.  Jeff’s twink ass is beautiful and is the envy of men like me who can’t wait fill it with my meat.  It is so firm, I love working it with my hands and mouth.   

I stick my finger in Jeff’s hole and start to finger fuck him.  Pretty soon his pussy is warm and wet, aching to be filled by my 7”.  I am  wearing  cowboy boots in rich brown leather.  The heels are 21/2 inches.  Jeff likes being topped by a booted man.

“Keep sucking your gorgeous white boot.  I am going to fill your warm pussy now with cock”

“Fuck me, Daddy.  You know I want it so much”

“I love fucking my beautiful boy.”

I take his foot and start to lick it.  I take the boot out of his mouth  and lick the soft leather interior of the boot.  It is warm and wet now like a cunt.  I slide it on his foot and zip it up.  It fits tight around his lovely foot. Jeff looks so hot in these white Italian boots with high heels.

 Jeff’s foot is 81/2 so he can wear women’s boots.  I also love his  hi top black canvas sneakers with white laces and 3” heels.   He looks so bitchy in those sneaks.  I love to come on them and then we both lick my cum off the black canvas.  Oh fuck.

Jeff is on his back with his white Vasini boots in air in front of me. I hold them tight as I go deeper inside Jeff’s pussy.. The soft white leather of his boots feel good as I hold them and fuck Jeff.  I unzip the top of the boot so I can lick the inside.  The inside is warm and still wet. I am so turned  licking the interior of the boot I explode inside Jeff.    OOOOOOOOOOOOH!

“Oh fuck,  I am going to come seeing you do the inside of my pretty white boot AUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!

My cum flows out of Jeff’s hole.  I take one of his boots and stick the toe on his hole so it is covered with my cum. I suck on it to enjoy my cum and then stick it in Jeff’s mouth to enjoy.  I hold the heel of the boot and fuck Jeff’s face with the white boot.

“Oh.  Your boot looks so good in your mouth, bitch.  I love holding the heel and fucking your pretty face. ”

“Oh yeah, fuck my face with my gorgeous white boot!”

With the boot in his mouth I lick the heel.   I am so hard seeing the boot in his mouth and licking the 3” heel I come on his boot and face.   AUHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“You can kiss your boot now and show your love for it and the pleasure it brought you, faggot”

Jeff eagerly takes his gorgeous boot, licks and kisses it. 

“Yeah that’s fag boy, I love to see lick your pretty white boot.”

The following story contains content that may not be suitable for all readers, including, but not limited to drug use, physical restraint, non-consensual sex or emotionally damaging behavior. This story is fictional and does not portray real events or real persons. Reader discretion is advised. All characters are 18 years or older.

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My dick was semi-hard with anticipation as I stood on the front porch of my girlfriend’s house, waiting for someone to answer the door. My girlfriend, Lucy, had the house to herself for the long weekend since her parents were away—which meant we’d be free to fool around, and I couldn’t wait. Lucy was a certifiable nymphomaniac, but it wasn’t always easy finding a place to get it on, with both of us still living at home while attending college. Not that Lucy ever let that stop her. No matter the time or place, she loved teasing me—whether it was flashing her tits, playing with my cock under the table at a restaurant, sucking my tool in the car, or even surreptitiously giving me a quiet handjob under a blanket while we were watching TV at her parents’ place. No time or place was off-limits for Lucy to torment my big cock, and I found myself hard more often than not when I was with her. If I was lucky and we had the opportunity, the teasing would end in a well-earned orgasm. But sadly, I often went home with a case of blue balls and had to take matters into my own hands. That’s exactly what had happened the night before when we hung out at her parents’ place before I headed home—though we’d FaceTimed from our bedrooms afterward and watched each other get off on camera.

Luckily I wouldn’t have to settle for a solo session this weekend with Mr. and Mrs. Peterson flying to Lucy’s grandparents’ for a visit. While we would have to share the house with Lucy’s younger sister, Ashley, we were otherwise free to let our freak flag fly. Lucy loved sex and was always willing to try something new, whether it was slutty lingerie, a new sex toy, or some kink she had read about. I was pretty open-minded and usually down for whatever she wanted to try, no matter how outrageous. In fact, it was Lucy who had first introduced me to ass play when she had rimmed me for the first time, slurping away at my hole with her talented tongue. Of course, I tried the same with her, and it was now a regular part of our routine along with fingering, and a recent curiously satisfying pegging session after Lucy surprised me with a strap-on purchase. I was comfortable enough with my masculinity to admit that I kind of liked getting my ass owned by my girlfriend. Neither of us had any hangups about sex, and I was happy to expand my sexual horizons. Lucy practically spent all day thinking of sex and coming up with new and interesting ways to get me off. In short, she was the perfect girlfriend. 

We completely trusted each other and had recently introduced bondage into our play, taking turns teasing and edging each other until we couldn’t stand it. Some of my best orgasms to date had taken place after having Lucy tie me to the bed and play with my body and my thick cock until I was begging her to let me cum. While she was tiny and petite, she loved having control over my muscular frame and trying out new toys or techniques. I also enjoyed tying up Lucy, teasing her mercilessly until I eventually fucked her silly, but I lacked Lucy’s imagination and outrageous edge. When it came to bondage play, we’d take turns being dominant, and while I enjoyed both roles, admittedly, I preferred letting Lucy have her way with me. I never knew what to expect, and it would always end in a mind-blowing orgasm.

I had spent all week looking forward to this weekend and its lack of parental oversight. I wondered what Lucy had in mind for me as it was her turn to play the dominant role, which explained my semi-hard-on. The only minor hiccup was that her younger sister, Ashley, would be around, but she was used to our carrying on, and it shouldn’t be an issue.

At that moment, Ashley opened the door with a big grin: “Hey, Eric. Welcome to party central! Come on in. Lucy is upstairs, probably shaving her pussy if I know her. You know the way.” Nice. I got on well with Ashley. She was one year younger than Lucy and also in college. Ashley wasn’t as crazy as her older sister, but she was easy-going and fun to be around.

“Thanks, Ash,” I said as I headed upstairs to find Lucy. She was sitting on her bed with her phone when I knocked on her bedroom door.

Lucy jumped up and ran towards me pulling me into a big hug. “Eric! My parents just left for the airport; I can’t believe we have three whole days to ourselves. This is going to be so much fun.” She tilted her head up and gave me a big wet kiss, slipping her tongue deep into my mouth as she gripped my beefy ass with her hands and pressed herself against my hard-on. “Whoa, looks like someone is excited,” she said as she noticed my hard cock through my pants. “Are you ready to play? Can I tie you up? Please, please! It’s my turn, right?”

Catching my breath after her passionate kiss, I stuttered, “Um, yeah, sure, babe. You know I love it when you take control. I’ve been looking forward to this as well.”

“Awesome, I was hoping you’d say that. I have everything set up. Come with me.” Grabbing my hand, she dragged me out of her room and down the hall, stopping at her parent’s bedroom and opening the door. Inside the large room, I saw that she had stripped off the bedding from her parent’s king-size bed other than a silky black bottom sheet and pillow. She had also tied soft red ropes to the four corner posts of their big antique iron bed. Beside the bed on the nightstand, she had covered a bunch of items with a silk scarf.

“Whoa, you’ve been busy, but are you sure we should be using your parent’s room? I feel kind of funny about fooling around on their bed.”

“It’s fine. The iron bed is perfect for tying ropes to, and I’ll make sure I put everything back the way it was when we’re done. They’ll never know. C’mon, Eric, I can’t wait to get you naked and tied up! I’ve been thinking about this all day. Take your clothes off!”

“Okay, okay. You’re such a sex fiend,” I said as I leaned down to kiss her. I could feel my cock struggling to burst out of my pants as we passionately kissed, and I prepared to undress. Stepping back from Lucy, I closed her parents’ bedroom door and started to strip off my clothes while Lucy fussed around the bed, making sure everything was ready. I didn’t know what she had planned, but I never did. As I stripped off my underwear, I wasn’t surprised to see that my cock was already dripping pre-cum. Lucy had that effect on me.

I placed all of my clothes on a chair in the corner and turned towards Lucy, who was sitting on the edge of the bed looking sexy as fuck in her short shorts and a snug, revealing tank top. “Mmm. C’mere, big boy,” she said as she looked me over. I eagerly walked towards her with my hard shaft bouncing in front of me as she reached out and pulled me towards her face and licked off the stray pre-cum from the tip of my cock. Pulling back, she said, “Yum, you have a tasty cock, babe,” as her hand slid up the hard length of my dick and she pulled on my heavy balls. “Are you ready?”

“Uh, do I not look ready?” I quipped, nodding towards my bobbing cock inches from her face.

“Silly, I know, you’re always ready. I meant, are you ready to get tied up, but before you do…” Grabbing a glass of water beside the bed, she passed it towards me and held up two blue pills in her palm. “Here, take these; I found them in my Dad’s nightstand. I know you don’t need Viagra, but I have a big night planned and want to see how worked up I can get you. It will be fun!”

I looked at her doubtfully. It was true that I never had a problem getting it up, and it wasn’t unusual for me to get off two or three times in a night, but I rarely denied Lucy her requests, and if she wanted me to take Viagra, what the hell. I knew it was going to be an amazing weekend regardless. “Sure, babe, I’m up for it. Bottoms up,” I said as I scooped the pills from her hand and tossed them back with a gulp of water.

Lucy squealed as she watched me take a double dosage of unneeded erectile dysfunction drugs before taking the glass back from me and guiding me onto the bed. She positioned me on the silky sheet, adjusting my limbs until she was satisfied. I had to admit, the black silk felt sexy on my naked skin. I lay back and relaxed as Lucy fussed, tying my extended arms to the posts with the ropes. While she worked, she never missed the opportunity to brush against my cock or shove her beautiful tits or ass towards me. Lucy had been studying rope tying, and I was impressed with how adept she was at securing me while still ensuring the rope was comfortable. As she moved down to my legs, I experimentally tugged on my extended arms and felt zero give. My dick throbbed as I realized I really would be at her mercy. With my legs now bound as well, I was neatly spread out on the silky sheet with my muscular limbs firmly held by rope and stretched to the corner metal posts of Lucy’s parents’ antique bed. I couldn’t have gotten free if I tried, but for now, I was happy to be under Lucy’s control as my cock throbbed in anticipation. Lucy was admiring her handiwork and checking the strength and comfort of her bindings. “Perfect, you look so hot, babe. How does that feel?” Lucy asked as she sat on the edge of the bed and lightly ran her finger along the ridge of my swollen shaft.

“Damn, Lucy, you’re getting good at this. Have you been watching YouTube videos again?”

Lucy blushed and giggled. “Guilty. This is going to be so much fun,” she said as she wiped a drop of pre-cum from the head of my cock and held her finger up to my mouth. “Open up, babe.” I looked at her in surprise; this was something new for us, but I opened my mouth and sucked my cum from her finger. While I had tasted my cum before, I had never had anyone feed it to me. “Mmm, that’s hot. You like that, don’t you?”

“I like it when you feed it to me, babe.”

Jumping up from the bed, Lucy pulled off the scarf covering the nightstand, revealing a number of items including towels, lube, toys, a bowl of water, and shaving cream. Shaving cream? Lucy looked at my expression and said, “Yep, I’m going to shave you smooth. I let you shave me the other night, so it’s only fair.” I smiled at the memory, recalling Lucy’s smooth pussy and how hot it had been to feel the smoothness afterwards.

“Okay, just be careful with the razor, okay?”

“Don’t worry, Eric, I’m as attached to your cock as you are.”

As I lay spread eagled on her parent’s bed, Lucy got to work laying a towel under my hips and wrapping a warm face cloth around my balls and hard cock before lathering me up with the slippery cream. It was so cute watching her concentrate as she carefully began to shave off all the hair from my dick and balls, rinsing the razor in the bowl of warm water occasionally. It actually felt pretty amazing to have her handling my rigid tool and heavy balls with the slick shaving cream as she pulled the skin taut and delicately shaved me smooth. “Your cock looks even bigger with no hair, Eric. I can’t wait to feel you sliding into my smooth pussy. Damn, why haven’t we done this before? I love it.” Once she was satisfied with her work, Lucy dunked the face cloth in the warm water again and wiped up any remaining shaving cream and hair, leaving me smooth as a baby and hard as a rock. As she patted my member dry with a towel, I looked down at myself, startled by the sight of my hairless shaft and balls.

We both looked down in awe at her handiwork as Lucy lifted my rigid cock up to examine it and played with my smooth balls. “Oh yum, that looks too good not to get a picture of. Hold on,” as she jumped up to grab her phone. I watched Lucy take several pictures of my shaved cock and balls. Holding her phone up so I could see the picture, I was shocked and pleased by the transformation. I had a pretty big dick to start with, but it looked gigantic shaved. The camera angle didn’t hurt either, with my hard cock in the foreground and my upper torso and face in the background, clearly tied to the bed.

“I have to share this with someone; hold on,” Lucy said as she played with her phone.

“Wait, what? Who are you going to share it with? Lucy…!”

“Too late! Don’t worry; I just sent it to one friend. It won’t go any further, trust me. Let’s put this on so you have fewer distractions,” ignoring my protests and reaching for a blindfold on the nightstand. It was the kind you would wear to sleep, and I could see nothing once it was in place as I felt her hand suddenly wrap itself around my shaft. “I think you deserve a quick handjob after all that. My cock throbbed as I felt a drizzle of warm massage oil land on my tool. Gripping my swollen shaft and heavy balls in her hands, Lucy rubbed the oil up and round the head of my cock and over and under my smooth balls until everything was slick with the warm oil. It felt amazing to have her talented hands glide over my skin, and I sensed that her Dad’s Viagra was starting to kick in as my prick surged and ached in her hands. My balls felt like they were bursting with a big load.

I groaned and thrust into Lucy’s hand, eager to get off. “Oh yeah, keep doing that, babe; it feels great.”

“Don’t worry, Eric, I’ll take good care of you. Don’t I always?”

As Lucy delicately teased and edged my oiled cock, I heard voices in the hall and remembered that Lucy’s younger sister was home. Thankful that the door to her parents’ bedroom was closed, I tilted my head back and thrust into Lucy’s hands as she brought me closer to an orgasm. Lucy always seemed to know just when I was about to cum and would often leave me hanging on the edge, enjoying the prolonged tease. It was one of her favorite things to do, and while it drove me crazy, the eventual orgasm made it well worth it.

Noticing the voices in the hall as well, Lucy gave my cock a couple of strokes and leaned up to kiss me. “That sounds like Ashley and her friends. She’s going to a party tonight with a couple of girlfriends, but let me check just to be sure,” as she jumped off the bed. I felt helpless, blindfolded and tied securely to the bed with my cock and balls shaved and oiled, but before I could say anything, Lucy said, “I’ll be right back,” before opening and closing the bedroom door. Ashley had friends over? I wondered if it was really a good idea for Lucy to tie me to her parents’ bed with a bunch of people in the house. Shaking my head while hoping Lucy would hurry back and finish off what she had started, I tried to listen. I could hear talking and giggling down the hall as I pictured Lucy’s sister and her two friends. All three of them were in college, but they seemed much younger than Lucy. That said, I liked Ashley and her friends in general.

Hearing voices at the door, I heard Lucy say, “Okay, but just a quick look; I don’t want him to get mad.” I could hear giggling as the door opened. What the hell! I sensed more than one person walking into the room and gathering around the bed. I heard a gasp and a couple of giggles. Who was in the room with Lucy?

Blindly lifting my head from the pillow, I asked, “Uh, Lucy? What’s going on?!”

“Sorry, Eric, the girls didn’t believe that I had shaved you and wanted to see for themselves. It’s just Ashley and her friends, Jemma and Hannah.” I pictured Lucy’s younger sister and her friends standing around my naked form as my oiled cock throbbed. Jemma was good-looking, whereas Hannah was sweet but a bit nerdy. Part of me was horrified and humiliated by the girl’s presence, but part of me was thrilled by the unexpected show I was giving the girls even if I couldn’t see them. Either way, it’s not like I had a choice in the matter, but even for Lucy, this was crazy.

I heard Ashley say, “Hey Eric. Dude, your dick is huge!”

Not knowing what, if anything, to say, I muttered awkwardly, “Er, thanks, Ash. Your sister has that effect on me. Hope this isn’t too weird for you and your friends. You know your sister likes to overshare.”

I think it was Jemma who said, “Hell no, we’re loving this. I’ve never seen a cock as big as yours.”

I could hear the pride in Lucy’s voice as she responded, “I know; I told him he could be a pornstar. It’s 9.5 inches if you can believe it although I think it looks even bigger shaved, and the skin feels so smooth and silky,” as Lucy lifted up my shaft to better show the girls, stroking my oily tool. “He likes it when you do this. See the pre-cum oozing from the tip? That means he’s excited.” 

Fuck, it felt like show and tell at the petting zoo as Lucy gave the girls an anatomy lesson. The bed shifted as Ashley and her friends gathered closer to watch Lucy as she handled my rigid cock. I think it was Hannah this time who shyly asked, “Can I touch it?” I blindly turned my head, trying to follow the conversation while Lucy apparently considered her request.

“Sure, why not. I doubt Eric would mind, he loves to get his dick played with. Did you all want to try?” I was stunned, speechless, and shocked by Lucy’s response.

The girls eagerly agreed as they climbed onto the bed with what felt like one girl between my legs and one on either side of me. I couldn’t move with the ropes securely holding me in place and cursed the blindfold as I heard Lucy say, “Go ahead, there’s plenty of dick for everyone,” as I felt the girls reach for my cock, stroking it and caressing my balls with their delicate hands. My cock throbbed in response to their teasing while I pictured Lucy watching as the girls became more emboldened. I couldn’t help but thrust into their hands, enjoying the sensations as they squealed, happy with my reaction and enjoying the control they were having over their friend’s big sister’s boyfriend. They were fast learners as they figured out what made me moan and twitch on the bed. It felt fucking amazing as six soft hands stroked and tugged on my slippery cock and cum-filled balls. I wondered if this might be Hannah’s first exposure to an actual penis; she was so shy. I wish I could see to watch their reactions, but the blindfold also heightened any sensations.

When I felt like I might actually be close to cumming, Lucy interrupted, “Okay girls, I think that’s enough. It looks like Eric is enjoying it too much, and I don’t want him to cum just yet. Sorry, babe.” I heard groans of disappointment on top of my own as I felt the girl’s hands release me as they scooted off the bed. They were obviously disappointed, but Lucy was right; I was very close to shooting a big load. Fuck. I could feel my heartbeat pulsing in my aching cock as the double dose of Lucy’s Dad’s ED meds surged through my bloodstream.

As I heard the girls make their way to the door, Ashley called out to Lucy, “Thanks, Lucy, that was awesome. You’re the best big sister ever. Thanks, Eric, and have fun with my sister. We’re heading over to Jemma’s so you can make as much noise as you want. I hope she lets you cum soon!” The other girls thanked us as well before leaving the room, whispering to each other as they closed the door.

Once we were alone, I said, “Lucy, I can’t believe you let your sister and her friends see me like this, let alone play with my cock!”

“Well, they didn’t believe I had shaved you. What else was I supposed to do? Also, by the amount of pre-cum oozing from your cock, you seemed to enjoy it,” as she lightly played with my throbbing cock.

“I’m so fucking horny right now; anything feels good at this point. Can you please take the blindfold off? It freaked me out not being able to see what was going on before.”

“Sure, babe, but only if I can try out the ball gag instead.” I knew Lucy had a bunch of toys and accessories she was dying to use, including the ball gag. We had talked about using one during our bondage games, but this would be our first time.

“Yeah, sure, why not?” As Lucy removed the blindfold, I saw her reach for a ball gag made of black leather with a plastic red ball in the middle.

“Isn’t it cute? I picked it up last week. Now, open up…” as she eased the ball portion into my mouth and wrapped the leather strap securely around my head. As I tried to speak, I realized the gag was performing as designed, and while I could now see, I couldn’t talk. I wondered what else Lucy had squirreled away on the night table.

“Are you comfortable, Eric?” As I once again attempted to talk, I nodded instead as Lucy checked the ball gag fit and sat back smiling. “You’re such a great boyfriend. You always let me explore my kink, no matter how twisted.” Leaning over me, she whispered in my ear, “I am going to make you cum so hard when I’m done teasing you; just you wait,” as she wrapped her hand around my slick shaft and teased the slippery head. Just then, Lucy’s phone chimed as she moved to pick it up. “Well, what do you know? You’re a very popular boy today, Eric. It looks like there’s someone else here to see you,” Lucy teased. What did she mean there was someone to see me? Wasn’t it enough to have her sister and her girlfriends see me in all my glory? How many people was Lucy planning to parade through the bedroom?

I tried to object through the ball gag while straining at the snug rope holding me spreadeagled. All I could do was mumble and wiggle on the bed, which Lucy chose to interpret as excitement. My throbbing, oil-covered cock wasn’t helping me either.

“They’re just outside; let me let them in. I’ll be right back.” As I tried to speak and shook my head, trying to stop Lucy, she skipped from the room, leaving the door half open. I heard the front door open and a muffled conversation before the door closed again and Lucy walked back towards her parent’s bedroom. As Lucy entered the room, she stepped aside as someone followed her in.

“You know my friend Dean, right, Eric? I sent him a picture of you tied to the bed after I shaved your cock, and it blew his mind. He asked if he could come over and have a look in person. I know what a big exhibitionist you are, so I thought it would be okay.” What the fuck. Dean was Lucy’s gay friend from school. He was a nice enough guy, but I always felt like he was undressing me with his eyes. As he stood inside the door, there was no doubt he was checking me out as his jaw dropped and his eyes scanned my naked, bound body. As I struggled to object, Lucy teased me, “I know you’re proud of your body and your big cock, Eric; there’s no need to talk.” Nudging the stunned Dean further into the room, he approached the bed, licking his lips as he took in my muscular nude form. “See, I told you Eric wouldn’t mind if you saw him like this. I know you’ve always had the hots for him. Go ahead and take a good look.”

Dean’s confidence was building as he stood beside the bed and looked me over. I could see by the lump in his pants that he was turned on. “Uh, hey Eric. You’re looking really good, dude.” When I didn’t respond for obvious reasons, he turned to my girlfriend: “How long have you had him tied up, Lucy? I’m impressed with your knots; he looks so fucking hot strapped down like that. Damn, look at the size of his cock. You’re one lucky bitch.”

Lucy giggled, “Oh, about an hour and a half. I also gave him some of my Dad’s Viagra so he’s super horny. I’m planning to tease him all night before I let him finally cum. I think he likes it; watch this…” As she slid her fingertips delicately along my rigid shaft, my cock lurched in response, drooling pre-cum from the tip. Just then, Lucy’s phone rang. As she looked at the screen, she said, “Oops, sorry, boys, I have to take this. Can you keep an eye on Eric for me, Dean? I’ll be right back.”

Dean readily agreed as Lucy answered her phone and wandered from the room, leaving me wide-eyed, alone, and helpless with her gay friend. Glancing back at the door, Dean tentatively reached for my cock, asking, “Do you mind, Eric?” As my eyes widened, I tried to tell Dean to keep his hands to himself as I shook my head, but he was either playing dumb or thought I was giving him the go-ahead. “Thanks, man,” he said as he wrapped his hand around my thick shaft and slid his hand up and down the length. “Whoa, nice cock, Eric, and so juicy with pre-cum,” as he swirled his thumb around the tip. “It looks like Lucy has you all hot and bothered.”

I could hear Lucy laughing and talking away on her phone in the living room as Dean worked my cock. Glancing back at the door again, I saw an idea forming in Dean’s mind as he leaned forward and said quietly, “How about I give you some relief, Eric? I’m actually pretty good at this.” Not waiting for an answer, he moved his head down towards my crotch and slipped my ridged cockhead into his mouth. Fuck. After being hard for so long, it felt amazing to feel a warm, wet mouth wrapped around my tool, but I was also horrified that some gay guy was sucking my dick while my girlfriend ignored me in the other room. As Lucy’s distant conversation continued, I moaned and grunted through the gag, trying to stop this, but Dean chose to ignore my muffled protests. He was taking full advantage of Lucy’s absence to slurp my rigid cock as he ran his tongue up and down the length and around the sensitive head, sucking and swirling the tip with his tongue while lapping up the copious amounts of pre-cum oozing from the end.

I had never seen someone enjoy a cock as much as Dean seemed to be enjoying mine. He was practically making love to it as he skillfully milked and sucked on my tool, coaxing out more pre-cum as he moaned and rubbed the slick head across his face and slathered my shaft with his tongue. I had to admit, he was a talented cocksucker, and I was no longer sure I would want to stop him if I had a choice.

“Oh man, you have such a beautiful cock; I can’t believe I’m doing this.” I saw another idea form in his mind as his eyes widened and he reached for his phone. Glancing once more at the door, Dean said, “I hope you don’t mind, Eric, but I’ll probably think I imagined this without something to remember it by.” I squirmed very uncomfortable with the idea of Dean filming himself sucking me off and tried to tell him no through the ball gag. Sensing my unease, Dean tried to assure me, “Don’t worry, bro, this will be for my consumption only. I promise,” he said as he held up his phone below my cock for a close-up video selfie as he sucked away at my hard tool with my chest and ball-gagged face in the background. Fuck, it was bad enough he was filming my cock, but anyone seeing it would be able to see my face as well. As his phone recorded the scene, he skillfully sucked me while I squirmed on the bed, unable to stop myself from thrusting into his talented mouth and moaning. I could feel myself getting close to an orgasm when we both heard Lucy’s conversation wrapping up in the hall.

Quickly letting my throbbing cock slip from his mouth, Dean turned off his phone and slipped it back into his pocket, whispering, “Thanks, Eric, that was amazing. Trust me, I’ll be jerking off to that video a lot,” he said as he stepped back from the bed and wiped his face and lips. I noticed he had an obscene bulge in his pants, obviously turned on from sucking his girlfriend’s boyfriend’s dick.

At that moment, Lucy wandered back into the bedroom, slipping her own phone back into her pocket. “Sorry, boys, I had to take that. How’s everyone doing?” As she looked from my spit-covered cock to Dean’s bulging basket and grinned, possibly aware that Dean had taken full advantage of her absence. I wondered if they had planned this. For my part, I was more concerned about the video Dean had taken, and worse, still incredibly frustrated and horny.

“We were just catching up, Lucy.”

I glared at Dean, unable to respond, while Lucy giggled and said, “Thanks for keeping Eric company and for dropping by, Dean.”

“No, thank you, Lucy. Awesome to see you, Eric!” Dean winked and licked his lips as I lay there bound to the bed, wanting to stop him from leaving with the video but unable to do anything. God knows where the video might end up. Lucy walked him to the door and returned to the bedroom, smiling at me, obviously pleased with herself.

“How are you doing, babe? Did you want me to remove your gag?” I nodded vigorously, frustrated and wanting to speak. Lucy leaned over the bed and unsnapped the gag, pulling it from my mouth as I licked my dry lips and swallowed.

“Fuck Lucy, why did you bring Dean over?”

“Aw, babe, you know he’s always had the hots for you, and I thought it would be fun for him to see you all pumped up and horny tied to the bed. He just broke up with his boyfriend, and he’s been kind of down, so I thought it would be good for him. Also, I thought it was kind of sexy having a gay guy drool over my straight boyfriend.”

“He fucking sucked my cock while you were out of the room and took a video of himself doing it. I’m sure my face is in the shot as well. You need to get that video back!”

“Did he? Oh my god! I’m going to have to get him to send me a copy. Was he a good cocksucker, babe? I hear gay guys give the best head.”

Frustrated by how lightly Lucy was taking this, I had to admit Dean definitely knew how to suck cock as my tool throbbed on my abs. “Well, sure, he was pretty good, but who is he going to share that video with? Also, I can’t believe you set me up like that!”

“Oh, c’mon, Eric. Dean won’t show anyone; I’ll talk to him to make sure. He’s probably just happy to finally have a taste of your big dick.” Reaching for my heavy oiled balls, Lucy tugged on them, pulling my firm shaft upwards and putting on her pouty face, “It looks like he didn’t do anything to relieve your hard-on though.”

“I know, I need to shoot a load, Lucy. Seriously, I need to get off, I’m not kidding.”

“Aw, poor baby,” she said as she gripped my shaft in her hand. “Let me take care of you.” Lucy reached for the ropes attached to my ankles and began to loosen the knots until my legs were free. It felt great to be able to stretch my legs again, but my freedom was short-lived. To my surprise, Lucy bent my left leg and carefully wrapped a section of the rope around my leg above the knee before gently pulling the rope back towards the headboard, securing it to the same post as my arms, leaving my leg bent with my knee up towards my hips. She repeated the same maneuver with my other leg, leaving my arms still secured and my legs now bent and spread with my ass and cock completely exposed. What was she up to?

“Uh, Lucy, what are you doing?”

“I told you, Eric, I’m going to get you off, but first I want to play with your sweet ass, and this gives me better access. Now shush and relax,” as she reached once again for the blindfold and slipped it over my eyes, leaving me blind and trussed like a turkey.

I felt Lucy struggling to put what felt like a cock ring around my cock and balls along with another ring for just my balls. Once fitted, I felt a drizzle of what must have been massage oil pour over my shaft and balls, dripping down across my exposed hole. The sensations were heightened by the fact that I couldn’t see what she was doing and never knew what to expect as she liberally rubbed oil all over my engorged junk, taint, and around my puckered hole. I moaned, enjoying the intimate massage as Lucy spread the warm oil. I heard a click, and suddenly the cock ring was vibrating as she tugged on the rings while delicately circling my hole with her fingertips. I credited Lucy with opening my mind to ass play after some initial hesitancy on my part. Now I loved it when she teased my ass. 

I groaned as I suddenly felt something vibrating up and down my oiled taint while the vibrating rings continued to tug on my cock and balls. Fuck, this felt amazing. As the vibrating tip moved closer and closer to my puckered hole, my shaft throbbed and oozed pre-cum in anticipation. Finally, I felt the smooth tip of whatever was vibrating directly teasing my hole as Lucy rubbed it around my puckered ring while delicately stroking my cock. The tip probed persistently at my hole as the vibrations increased. Damn, I wished I could see what she was doing. Whatever she was using was equally teasing my hole, taint, and dick, as the vibrations and pressure on my hole increased and the oil-slicked tip pressed deeper. Suddenly the device slid past my tight ring and pushed into my hole until the wide tip was lodged firmly against my prostate as the vibrations pulsed and cycled.

“Whoa, what is that, Lucy?”

“It’s a prostate massager, babe; it just arrived yesterday. There are a ton of settings that I can cycle through. Watch this,” as I felt the vibrations increase and pulse against my prostate. Oh man. “Do you like it?”

“Oh yeah, that feels amazing. Fuck.”

“Good. I think the full cycle takes about 30 minutes, which will give me just enough time to run over to Stacy’s and pick up some weed. By then, you should be more than ready to shoot a big load, and we can smoke a joint after I get you off.” I struggled to understand what Lucy was saying. Was she going to leave me tied to her parents’ bed with a vibrating prostate massager stuck up my ass?

“No way, Lucy, don’t leave me like this. I’m ready to shoot a load now… please.”

“You’ll be fine, babe. I’ll be super quick, and then I’ll ride your big cock until you cum. I’ll be back before you know it,” she said as she leaned over to kiss me before I felt her jump off the bed while the vibrations of the massager droned on.

As I called out to Lucy, urging her to stay, I heard her leave the room and close the bedroom door. After a minute, I heard the front door close above the steady hum of the prostate massager. I couldn’t believe Lucy had left me like this. She was right about the massager as it picked up the pace and moved through different cycles and started to pulse with heavier vibrations that jolted my prostate and made my cock throb in agony as I struggled to adjust to the stimulation. The massager even had a thrusting mode where it would push further into my hole. I was so horny, I felt like crying.

After what felt like hours, I finally heard the front door open. Lucy was back. The prostate massager was running through yet another powerful cycle, and I was beyond frustrated. It felt like I had a puddle of pre-cum pooling on my abs from the constant stimulation. I called out, “Lucy, hurry up.” I could hear her in the front hall before she made her way down the hall to the bedroom. Just then, the massager went into thrust mode again with a strong pulsing vibration. I could imagine what I looked like trussed to the bed with my legs up in the air and my dick leaking spunk while the prostate massager vibrated and thrust into my tight hole. Damn this blindfold. I sensed Lucy was standing in the doorway looking at me as the device buzzed away. “C’mon, babe, help me out here. You’ve had your fun, but I really need to get off.” What was taking her so long?

Finally, I heard Lucy approach the bed and, after a pause, felt the light touch of her hand on my cock. My shaft leaped in response to the long overdue contact. “Oh yeah, that feels good. Don’t stop.” I felt Lucy firmly wrap her hand around my thick, oily shaft and stroke me while she gripped my cum-filled balls in her other hand and pulled firmly while massaging them. Fuck yeah. I moaned as Lucy slid her hand up and along my shaft, teasing the thick head of my cock while the massager buzzed the base of my cock and my hole. I groaned and thrust into her hands, frustrated by the ropes holding me in place. I felt her grip the base of the prostate massager as she pushed it in deeper before sliding it backwards and then back in again, rubbing against my prostate with each thrust. I was moaning continuously as Lucy played with my cock and fucked my ass with the device. “Oh yeah, Lucy, that feels great, just like your strap-on. Fuck me, babe.”

As I writhed on the bed fighting against the restraints, I could tell she was taking her time despite my desperation. Suddenly, I felt her wet mouth wrap around the tip of my cock as she lapped up my pre-cum. Fuck, she was working my hole, stroking my shaft, and sucking my flared cockhead all at the same time. “Oh baby! That feels so fucking good; don’t stop.”

Unfortunately, Lucy did stop at that point as I groaned in frustration. I could feel her easing the massager from my hole and slipping the cock rings off. It felt like she was pouring more oil on me as she rubbed it all over my cock and balls as well as lathered up my taint and hole. I missed the vibrating probe in my ass but groaned as her fingers teased my ring and I pushed my ass towards her hand. Finally, she slipped an oiled finger in my ass and started to fuck me, brushing against my prostate. I moaned, loving the feeling while she gently stretched my ring, adding another finger. Lucy paused as I heard her move around the room and remove clothing before climbing up onto the bed. “C’mon, babe, I need to get off.” I felt Lucy hold her finger up to my lips, shushing me quiet, as she settled between my legs. The bed shifted as she leaned over me, and I felt the tip of something nudge my hole. Yes, she was wearing the strap-on! We had both been shocked to discover how much we enjoyed pegging after she had surprised me with it one night. I guess it was a natural progression of our initial ass play, and fortunately, neither of us had any hangups about anal sex. When she first used it, I couldn’t believe how hot it felt to have my girlfriend fuck me doggie-style while stroking my cock. Lucy also got off on the controlling aspect as well as the stimulation on her clitoris as she pounded my ass. After my prolonged prostate massage, I was looking forward to this.

My ears strained to hear what she was doing as I heard a squirt of lube and then the sound of Lucy greasing up the strap-on dildo. I could feel the slicked head of the dildo pressing against my entrance as the head slowly stretched the tight ring of my hole and slid deeper. I relaxed and pushed outwards, allowing her to slide forward. Hmph. Fuck, the dildo felt a lot bigger today but more flexible. Knowing Lucy, maybe it was a new strap-on. She was a sex gadget nerd and was always ordering stuff. Regardless, I had to admit that it felt fucking great as the slick shaft filled my hole and slid deeper. I groaned as I felt her balls press against me. Her balls? It must be a new dildo, the kind with rubber balls attached. Leave it to Lucy to switch things up; I never knew what to expect with her.

She eased the dildo backwards until just the head was gripped by my tight ring before thrusting forward again, as I felt the rubber balls slap against me. I was loving the nastiness of having my girlfriend fuck my ass while I lay bound to her parents’ bed. “Oh yeah, fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard; make me cum.” Responding to my request, Lucy picked up the pace as she slammed into me. I could hear her heavy breathing as the bed rocked with each thrust. Fuck, she was really going for it, I didn’t think she had it in her. The thick dildo was rubbing against my prostate with each pass, causing my cock to throb and twitch. I was moaning continuously as my girlfriend pounded my ass, realizing that I was going to cum if she kept this up despite not touching my cock.

Role-playing with Lucy, I said, “Oh, baby, that’s it. Fuck me with your big fat cock; fill my ass with your thick load. I want to feel your cum spraying the insides of my hungry hole.” I was surprised by the intensity of the fuck as Lucy slammed into me while the posts of the bed bounced off the wall. While I had enjoyed our earlier experiments with a strap-on, this was on another level as Lucy went to town on my hole. Maybe it was the combination of the Viagra and the newer strap-on, but I couldn’t get enough of the thick dildo pounding and owning my hole. I leaned my head back and moaned loudly as Lucy slammed into me over and over as the bed creaked and rocked. Thank fuck no one was home as I felt the first volley of my load spray up my chest, and splatter my face. As my cock continued to spasm and shoot, I felt my hole throb and clench around the big dildo as Lucy continued to fuck my ass.

Lucy seemed to be trying to keep as quiet as possible as she came herself from the stimulation. The strap-on felt amazing as it stretched my slippery hole. I swear I could feel it throbbing if I didn’t know better. My hole felt well lubed as the dildo squelched in and out of me and Lucy eventually slowed down her thrusts.

I wished I could see her as I tried to catch my breath, splattered with my own cum. “Fuck, baby, that was amazing. When did you get the new strap-on?” Lucy didn’t answer, so I assumed she was still playing out a scene, trying to add to the mystery of me being bound and blindfolded. Regardless, I was hoping she would untie me soon. I felt her slip the dildo out and slide off the edge of the bed as I heard movement. Was she putting her clothes back on?

I sensed her lean on the edge of the bed as she grabbed my cock and slipped the vibrating cock rings back on before easing something into my stretched, slippery hole. She was putting the prostate massager back in place as she flipped the switch, and I felt the strong vibrations return. What the fuck? “C’mon, Lucy. That was amazing, but can you please take off the blindfold and untie me?” I felt her lips wrap themselves around the cum-slicked head of my still hard cock as she cleaned me off before leaning over my face and lightly kissing my lips with her cum-flavored lips.

Before I knew it, I heard her leave the room. “Lucy? Hey! Come back; don’t leave me like this!” What was she doing? I could hear her in the front hall before the door opened and closed and she was gone. Damn! I couldn’t believe Lucy had fucked the living hell out of me and left me strapped to her bed after all this time with the damn prostate massager still vibrating in my hole, again. Despite my workout, I could feel my cock throbbing and oozing pre-cum as the massager cycled through yet another wave of intense vibrations. Hopefully she had just stepped out to the car for something and would be back soon. What I really wanted was to be untied so I could fuck Lucy’s sweet pussy.

After what seemed like 5 minutes of constant prostate stimulation, I finally heard the front door open again. “Lucy?” I could hear her rushing down the hall.

“Eric, I need to untie you quickly! I missed a message from my Dad that he was on his way back from the airport in an Uber. It sounds like they forgot their passports. Thank god I got here before he did.” As Lucy pulled off my blindfold and started to frantically untie my knots. “Sorry for leaving you for so long. I ran out of gas on my way to Stacy’s and had to walk to the gas station. You must be so horny,” she said looking down at my hard cock and still buzzing prostate massage. She finally noticed the load of cum splattered across my chest. “Oh my god, did you come? That’s so fucking hot.”

I stared at Lucy, trying to make sense of what she was saying: “Wait, what are you talking about? You were just here.”

“Well, it’s been at least an hour. I’m so sorry, Eric, I never meant to leave you alone for that long.”

What? Stalling to give myself time to make sense of what she was saying, I responded, “Oh, right. An hour… Um, no worries.” I thought back to my recent ass pounding and how large and realistic the dildo had felt. I was confused.

With my legs untied but my arms still secured, Lucy said, “Hold on, I just got another message from my Dad,” as she frantically picked up her phone. “He says he’s already been here and grabbed the passports from the car! I guess he didn’t need to come into the house. Oh my god, we’re so fucking lucky. Can you imagine if he had found you like this?!”

None of this made sense. Lucy hadn’t been gone that long after fucking me with the strap-on. What was she talking about? Although, come to think of it, she never did speak earlier, and I had been blindfolded. I guess I had assumed it was her, but if not Lucy, who could it have been?! Thinking back to the size of the strap-on and the realistic feel of balls slapping against mine during the vigorous fuck, I slowly came to the realization that Mr. Peterson, Lucy’s happy-go-lucky handsome Dad, must have entered the house and found me blindfolded, bound, naked and hard on his bed with my legs and ass in the air, and fucked me silly. It was ironic that I had also taken his Viagra pills. Had I really begged him to fuck me, thinking it was Lucy? Oh my god. No wonder it was such a powerful fuck. In hindsight, there was no way Lucy had the physical strength and stamina to pound me like that. Suddenly, I realized that in addition to the load of cum on my chest, Mr. Peterson must have blasted his load deep inside my hole.

Still in shock, I mumbled, “Um, where are they now? Should we clean up? You’d better untie my arms.”

“No, no, it’s okay. He’s back at the airport with my Mom, and they’re at the gate waiting to board. We’re fine. I can’t believe you came while I was gone though although you’re still hard, you stud,” as her hand grabbed onto my rigid tool and stroked my shaft. “That must have been quite the orgasm; there’s some cum on your face and in your hair as well!” Meanwhile, the prostate massager droned away, teasing my well-worked hole.

“Let me help you get cleaned up,” she said as she stripped off her shorts and t-shirt and climbed up onto me, straddling my cock with her pussy lips riding the hard ridge. Leaning over me, she began to lick up the stray cum still on my face until it was clean. Leaning down for a kiss, she pressed her tongue into my mouth and shared my cummy load with me. “I’m such a lucky girl to have a hot boyfriend like you.”

Meanwhile, my oily cock was pressed between her wet pussy lips as she slid back and forth along the hard length. It felt fantastic as her hairless lips slid along my hairless dick with the vibrating cock-ring teasing us both. Easing back and forth, Lucy positioned herself so that my wet cockhead was pressing between her lips until finally the angle was right and I slid deep into her hot, wet channel. Oomph. Enjoying the face cleaning and the fuck, my mind wandered back to what had happened prior to her return. I still couldn’t get over the fact that I had literally begged Lucy’s Dad to fuck my ass, and man, did he ever. I felt my cock throb just thinking about how powerful and dominating the fuck had been and how it had probably triggered the best orgasm of my life. 

I was picturing in my mind the tanned and fit Mr. Peterson finding me tied up to his bed before stripping down and lubing up what felt like a big thick cock and fucking his daughter’s boyfriend. I didn’t know how to process this information, but I knew I had loved the feel of his cock drilling my ass. I had to admit, Lucy’s prior strap-on sessions paled in comparison to a thick, juicy cock, and I wondered if there might be a repeat performance from Mr. Peterson in the future. For the first time in my life, I wanted and needed to feel a real cock in my hole. For now, I was happy to thrust upwards into Lucy’s tight pussy as she bounced on my cock while her toy buzzed my cum-filled ass and prostate. What a fucking hoot. 

I knew this was going to be a great weekend, but for the first time, I was looking forward to what might happen after the weekend when Lucy’s parents, particularly her Dad, returned. For now, I arched my back and groaned as I shot my second load deep into Lucy’s pussy while she rode me, yelling as she also came.

I now understood where Lucy got her sex drive and adventurous nature. Apparently, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I couldn’t wait to see where this went, but for now, I knew I was good for at least a couple more loads this evening and wondered if Lucy had her strap-on handy. I might even get her to blindfold me so I could picture her Dad pounding my ass with his big cock and heavy balls. I knew this was going to be a great weekend, but it had already exceeded my expectations, and it was only the first day.

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The Show

It had been two weeks since Brian and I had done some shit… lol. I could not help but laugh now.

I definitely needed to get out more, and I did. I had known Patty for a while, but she never showed much interest. To my surprise, once she saw me at the college pool, she changed her tone real quick. I had sealed the deal, to say the least, and she was definitely interested in something regular, so it was a win win for all.

Brian was still Brian. Running around semi nude was normal now, and working out all the time, as well as being full of himself, was nothing new. I was surprised he had been able to keep his current “casual” girl, as he was known to run from one hot ass to the next. What had changed was his wardrobe, so to speak.

A few days ago, he sat me down and said, “I have to ask for some advice. Sit and wait.”

I was sitting as Brian took off his pants and T shirt. Like I said, he was sculpted. The cuts his muscles made across his body were crazy, and I could see why he was always chasing new ass and why several girls chased him and admired him. He loved those girls the most, being worshipped for his looks, build, and carved body.

I told myself it was just appreciation, the same way any guy notices hard work at the gym. But the longer I watched, the harder it became to pretend.

“Brian, I have a hot fucken date. Make it quick,” I said, feigning being bothered.

Here he stood in front of me naked and posing, making sure his cock and balls bounced around for me to see, and boy, I was looking. I mean, fuck, like I said, no hate, but this fucker really was the whole fucken package. His fat cock was not even hard, but it was thick, naturally veiny, and the pair of fat balls bouncing around was just hard to ignore. This fucker really did get it all.

I did not say anything for a second. I just watched, jaw tight, pretending my silence was boredom and not the way my body had gone alert.

“We done here?” I said, bothered.

“Fine, fine. I was trying to make sure I had your attention,” he joked as he reached to the bed behind him and slipped on some black bikini briefs that hugged his body just right. I gulped reflexively. He pulled on the front side strings and made his package bunch lightly, and I was glued.

“I know they are kind of tight,” he said, “but Victoria bought these for me.” He turned his body, the pull back bikini framing his ass just right. It was tight, muscled, and shaped. The visits to the gym every day were paying off in spades for this fucker. “She gets off on watching me walk around in these, and I love how horny they make her,” he said with a smile. “Practically fucken tears my clothes off,” he added as he posed like a Gold’s Gym model.

I needed a second to reset my breathing.

“They look fine, Brian,” I said with a slight shake of my head, as if I was just being convinced. “Masculine, if that’s what you’re asking.” Honestly, they did look like a slightly more erotic version of a posing trunk, but they were definitely manly. His body was just too masculine to be anything else.

“Good,” he said excitedly and quickly pulled them off, giving yet another view of his defined body. His abs showed effortlessly, his V line defined, leading the eye to a fucken monster between his legs. “Almost done,” he said playfully, turning around to pull another pair of underwear. This one was almost like a sling. He pulled his package and poured it into the fabric teardrop shaped pouch, the waistband holding his package up, front and center.

“Shit,” I said out loud. In this thin fabric I could easily make out his round balls being hugged together, with his fat cock length easily visible and the crown pronounced and distinguishable.

“I know this one is kinda crazy,” he said, smiling. “It lets me do this,” he said joyfully, jumping on the bed on all fours, giving me a doggy style pose as he reached back and spread his muscular cheeks apart, giving me a view of his pink small asshole framed perfectly by his big muscular ass. “She has easy access to my ass,” he said, laughing.

I watched as the teardrop mesh swung like a huge pendulum back and forth in an almost mesmerizing way.

I looked away for a second, more to steady myself than out of politeness.

“Well, that works then,” I said, feeling the stir in my pants.

“Excellent,” he said, pulling them off and then pulling another pair. I thought I heard some metal clank, but I was too worried trying to relax and let the heat go away.

“Here, this one is truly…” he said, but she fucken loves this,” he added with a huge smile. He pulled out some straps and metal rings. “This is not the big guys only,” he said as he grabbed his cock and started playing with it in front of me. His free hand went to pinch his nipples, and I was lost like a deer in headlights.

“There,” he said, slipping on the rings around his balls and one around his cock, and the other disappeared between his cheeks.

Fuck. I had a huge fucken hard on and moved my hands casually to try and minimize the view of it. I shifted in my seat and forced myself to breathe slow, like I could will my body back into line just by acting normal.

“These are the ones she wants me to wear while fucking. Kinky bitch loves dressing my hard body into shit like this,” he said with a smile. I was breathing strange and my cock was at full extension.

Brian was not fucken wearing a pair of underwear, but several heavy polished rings holding thin strips of fabric that made up the underwear. His balls were being held at the base just below his cock by two rings. His cock was held by another fat polished ring that almost made it look like his cock was being held like a trunk out and hard.

From his cock ring there were two straps that reached back.

As if he noticed me trying to make sense of it, Brian turned and got on all fours on the bed. The straps from the front of his cock rings reached back and came together on a slightly larger ring that sat right above his pink hole. He leaned his face down onto the mattress, keeping his ass up and open to me. I felt my cock pulse hard several times, almost as if begging for release, but I could not. I would not.

Brian stood back in front of me and, as if asking a perfectly normal question, said, “How do they look?”

I gulped. “They look fucken crazy.”

Before I could continue, he interrupted.

“Hold on.” It was Victoria. He bantered back and forth for like fifteen minutes that felt like an hour. Brian’s cock was hard and still held tight by the rings, like it was nothing out of the ordinary. They flirted, but I was focused on getting my hard on under control. The room felt too warm, like the air itself was watching me.

Finally, I was able to stand and waved at him as I walked into the shower to get ready for my own date. Standing there, I realized I had not answered him at all.

I told myself I’d forget it the moment I walked away. But even as I turned my back, I knew that wasn’t true.

I let the freezing cold water take care of my hard on and quickly changed and got ready. Brian was also getting ready. He said Victoria had the dorm to herself and he was not going to let that go to waste. We joked and encouraged each other in our sexual exploits as guys do, and we each headed out for the night. I was ready to rock my girl, and Brian was practically running down the street to meet Victoria. Strange fucken shit going on, but I thought it’s college and I just need to loosen up.

I got home at 2 a.m. I was exhausted. Patty and I had fucked for hours. She came three times to my two, and I loved it. Patty was not about foreplay or sexiness. She wanted hardcore sex, and that’s what I gave her. A fucken hard pounding that left her kitty beaten and aching in the best way.

I showered and headed to my room with just my underwear on. Drunk sex was amazing, but my head was pounding as well. I saw Brian’s door half open and looked in as I usually did. It was empty, but the huge fucken mess he usually had was still there. A pile of clean clothes and, on the other side, a pile of dirty clothes, mostly gym clothes, of course, and the fucken grey sweats he loved wearing. On the bed were more pillows than anyone should ever have, and other than a cheesy online phone stand it was rather minimal but messy.

I headed to bed and smiled, thinking this big muscled fucker was playing boy toy to get hot ass Victoria to do what he wanted. I chuckled as I got in bed and drifted to sleep.

There was a sound in the distance, some laughing and stumbling, but I drifted back to sleep. Then later I heard some thumping and some moaning, and I woke up thinking something was going on, though I wasn’t sure what.

I rubbed my eyes. “Mmmm yes baby,” a deep sound of pleasure.

My eyes opened wide. Brian?

I moved slowly toward my room door and slightly opened it.

I stood there longer than I meant to, listening to my own pulse.

“Yes baby, show me that ass,” I heard a woman’s voice, soft and sexy, a purr.

Damn, I thought. I opened it slightly more as I moved my head out to peer into Brian’s room.

“Time to eat your butch ass,” she said jokingly as I heard a slap.

I had to. I mean, no, I didn’t, but I wanted to see.

I slowly leaned out and got a side view. Brian was on all fours getting his ass eaten out by a beautiful, equally stunning woman. She had her face buried in his ass. Brian’s mouth was half open, eyes closed, as his muscles tensed and released.

I told myself I would stop watching after this moment. I stood there longer than I meant to, listening to my own pulse.

“Yyyyeeeaasssshhhhh baby,” he mumbled.

I heard her come up and smile with mischief. “Does my big man like getting his ass eaten out?” she said as she ran her fingers up and down his crack.

“Yeeesss,” he moaned, to my surprise.

Damn. Big, strong, horny Brian, the star of our campus, being eaten out like this.

“Slap, slap,” I heard. “Show me how you want it baby,” she purred.

Brian buried his face into the mattress, lifted one leg and then another as Victoria slipped the black bikini off his string frame.

“Show me, baby,” she said, and Brian reached back and spread his cheeks for her to see.

She slapped his ass several times and he moaned in pleasure.

I was already hard. I reached down and pulled my cock out and began to stroke as Victoria went to town on his hole. Brian was holding his muscled cheeks spread as Victoria dug her tongue into his pink hole. Brian was moaning like crazy. Victoria reached and grabbed his fat cock and began to stroke it with both hands as she continued to eat him out.

I was stroking as I watched what was happening. Then to my amazement I saw Brian reach with one hand and pinch his nipple.

“Mmmm,” we both moaned at the same time.

“Time, baby,” she said as she laid Brian on his back in a new position where I could see his cock and balls facing me as he breathed heavily.

“Do it baby,” he egged her on.

Then she did something I had never seen. She started to ride Brian Amazon style. She had his legs open wide and proceeded to fuck herself senseless. It was hard to tell who was moaning louder as Victoria fucked with a roughness and control I had never seen before.

The bed was squealing and bouncing, but Victoria kept going. I could clearly see Brian’s fat cock slipping between her lips, opening them wide, his balls slapping every time she came down on him, his hole winking at me as she slapped down hard, her moans getting louder and louder.

“Who’s a good boy?” she moaned.

“I’m a good boy,” Brian replied without skipping a beat.

I was so fucken turned on I could not handle it. I was beating my cock with fury.

“This my cock, boy?” she asked, and again, to my surprise, big muscled Brian replied, “Yes baby, this cock is all yours,” he said in a daze.

I was over the moon now, no thought other than coming. Victoria’s body was amazing, a slender woman with delicate hands and a banging body. No doubt she was in control here.

She had big Brian folded over, fucking herself like a real life Amazon, and she was getting close. Her moans were now slurred and her slapping down on Brian’s big dick was nothing short of furious.

“I’m cumming,” she yelled, and to my amazement I saw juices flowing down Brian’s cock. She was convulsing and squealing, but she was not stopping. She was going to ride hard till the end.

I was close too, and right then I heard big Brian yell, “I’m going to cum.”

Fuck, I was going to as well.

Brian was already pulled out when Victoria grabbed his fat cock and began to jerk him roughly. It was too late. He was coming.

“Open your mouth,” she ordered, and he did. I had to stop in my tracks and just look.

Brian grunted and shook as hot cum blasted out of his engorged cock and rained down over his face and hands, landing in his mouth.

“Swallow,” Victoria yelled, and Brian swallowed every drop that landed in his open mouth. He was like a fucken geyser.

My body shook and without warning I grabbed my cock and jerked just in time to blast one of the biggest loads of my life all over myself and my underwear.

The silence afterward felt louder than the noise had.

Victoria unfolded big strong Brian and, without another word, grabbed his still hard cock and jammed it into her pink and tiny anus. She practically yelled as Brian dilated her hole.

“You get your reward,” she squealed as she began to ride him again.

Brian’s face was covered in his own cum, but there was no denying he had lost his head and nothing mattered but fucking Victoria in the ass.

Out of nowhere, he slipped her off and put her on all fours as he rode her hard from behind, Victoria begging for more and harder, and big Brian did not disappoint. He was power fucking her and she was loving every second of anal sex.

I could not help but admire his strong muscular ass and legs as they tensed and released with every plunge. His balls slapped around, his fat ass bouncing as he drove into her.

“You got your way and now I get your hole,” he grunted as Victoria moaned and yelled in a mix of pain and pleasure.

I walked back silently to my room just in time to hear Victoria begging Brian to cum in her asshole and shortly after Brian coming hard and loud.

I closed my door, changed out of my now soaked underwear, and cleaned myself up as best I could.

What the fuck, I thought. Shit, that was hot. It was like watching real life porn with two hot and sexy people fucking their brains out.

I lay in bed a little concerned that I had found Brian so much more interesting than Victoria, but no, it was just the idea of thinking that it was not Brian but me fucking Victoria.

Yeah. That’s what it was.

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Jet-lagged from my flight, I knew I should have been thinking about going to bed early, but I decided to go out for a beer instead. I’m a professional horse jockey with a reputation for working with difficult horses. I’ve always said that my job is part horse jockey and part horse whisperer, as I focus on the behavioral side as well as strength and endurance. Typically, I would take a 6- to 12-month contract, perform my magic on a horse, and then move on to the next gig. While I should have been preparing for my first day working with a new horse, I was feeling horny and restless, so I googled local gay bars and discovered there was a country western bar a couple blocks from my hotel called The Velvet Saddle. The name seemed more than appropriate given my profession.

Freshly showered, I put on a pair of snug, faded jeans that highlighted my basket and a black tank top that showed off my arms and left the hotel to find the bar. It was almost 9:00, so I was hoping the joint would be hopping and I’d have the opportunity to unwind and score if I was lucky. Although I was in my late 30s, which is relatively old for a jockey, I was still in great shape and looked younger than my age. Not surprisingly, given my profession, I measured in at a towering 4 feet, 11 inches, and weighed about 105 pounds soaking wet, but I was lean and sinewy. While I was often the shortest guy in the room, I still managed to get my share of ass. Guys seemed to be attracted to my shorter stature, possibly picturing me playing the son in a daddy/son romp, when in reality, I was much more of a daddy. I loved to take charge and dominate in bed, and while I may have lacked a few inches in height, I more than made up for it below the belt. In fact, I was used to gasps when I unzipped for the first time, but I had a knack for convincing unsuspecting studs to spread their legs for me after they got over the initial shock of my dick. I guess I have a way with stallions and studs. On that note, I was hoping to breed a hot stud tonight.

I arrived in front of The Velvet Saddle, and I could hear country music pounding through the closed front doors. As I stood on the street, the doors opened, and two hunky cowboys stumbled out on their way to hook up, by the looks of it. Perfect, this seemed like the right kind of place. I opened the door and entered the noisy club, moving deeper into the dark, smoky, crowded space. The bar was obviously popular and filled with men standing, sitting at the bar, or moving about the dance floor. I felt lost in the crowd with most of the men towering over me, so I moved towards the bar and hoisted myself up onto a free barstool to see and be seen. A cute bartender immediately caught my eye and asked me what I’d like to drink. I ordered a beer and glanced around the room, sizing up the crowd.

As I took stock of my prospects, a new song started, and I heard a few cheers as two young studs made their way to each end of the bar and climbed up onto the counter. Noticing the brass pole attached to the bar in front of me, I realized I had managed to sit directly in front of one of the go-go dancer spots as a hot, young cowboy towered above me and started to move to the music. He looked to be about 19 and built like a farm boy with short, sandy-colored hair, muscular arms, a hairy chest, and thick thighs, not to mention an impressive bulge in a pair of black, silky briefs that had the ass cut out of them. Other than the revealing shorts, he was wearing a cowboy hat, a leather vest, and boots as he performed for the enthusiastic crowd. I caught his eye under his hat brim as he looked down at me, grinning under his thick mustache. Damn, this boy was fine but probably out of my league, assuming he’d even consider hooking up with a customer.

“Hey there, little buddy, I haven’t seen you here before,” he called down to me over the music. Great, he had already clocked my height, but at least he was talking to me while he shook his magnificent ass at the room. 

“Hey there yourself. Yep, I just arrived in town. Thanks for the sexy welcome,” as I tipped my beer in acknowledgement. 

“Happy to oblige, handsome. I hope you enjoy the front-row seat.”

I ordered another beer and did just that, settling back on my stool as the sexy cowboy gyrated and moved sensuously to the music. I could feel blood rushing to my neglected cock while I watched this stud move. I wasn’t normally the type of person to sit in the front row to watch a dancer, but I couldn’t bring myself to change seats while this handsome giant moved above me. Some of the other customers around me were slipping cash into his snug black briefs as he lowered himself so they could reach. Invariably, they’d cop a feel, but the dancer was pretty good at limiting how much skin they groped. I watched as my cowboy squatted in front of me with one furry, muscular leg on either side of me as he gyrated his bulging crotch near my face. He seemed to be inviting me to follow the other’s lead, and while it wasn’t my style, I figured, what the hell, and reached into my wallet to pull out a bill. Spotting the bill, my cowboy lowered himself onto his knees directly in front of me, making it easy for me to reach my hand between his legs and tuck the bill behind his waistband while his muscular, hairy thighs brushed against my arm. I could feel the hot skin of his tight abs against my fingers as he moved to the music and pressed his impressive bulge into my hand, seemingly encouraging me to explore.

Taking a deep breath and hoping I wasn’t misreading his body language, I wrapped my hand around his packed bulge and squeezed his meaty cock through the thin satiny material. He nodded and smiled down at me as a couple of guys watching nearby cheered. What was I doing? This was out of character for me, but I had a handful of hot, Grade-A cowboy meat in my grip, and I wasn’t about to let go while this hunk of a cowboy encouraged me. This was much more than the fleeting touch the dancer had permitted his other customers. Something about this hot stud was removing all of my inhibitions, as I groped his well-packed pouch in the middle of the crowded bar. I could feel his plump cock hardening in my grip.

“Oh yeah, little buddy, play with my big cock. You know you want it.”

I did indeed. Just when I thought his satin briefs would burst, the song wrapped up, signaling a break for both dancers. Before he left, my cowboy leaned over and said, “Thanks for the fluff, partner. I hope you’ll stick around for my next set in 30 minutes.”

I couldn’t believe this hot young stud of a man seemed to be into me, but I wasn’t complaining. I mutely nodded as the cowboy stood back up and climbed down off the back of the bar, making his way to a door in the rear with the other dancer, with his exposed cheeks flexing as he walked. I glanced around and noticed several guys looking back at me in jealousy. I also realized my cock was rock hard and bulging obscenely in the crotch of my faded jeans. Leaning forward to hide my arousal, I swallowed the last of my beer as my phone buzzed. It was a message from my new employer asking me if I was in town yet, and if so, would I be able to join him for a drink at the hotel bar to go over my game plan? Damn, I so wanted to see where things might go with my cowboy go-go dancer, but I couldn’t think of a good reason to put off my new employer.

Sighing, I reluctantly typed a response saying I could meet him in the hotel bar in 15 minutes and that I looked forward to it. Fuck. Not knowing how to contact my cowboy, I paid up my bill and left the bar, hoping my hard-on would subside before I got back to the hotel. So much for scoring tonight, but I would try to get back to the bar at a later date and see if I could pick up where I left off with my new hunky friend. 

The meeting with Sam, my new employer, went well. He approved of my plan, and we arranged to meet at his ranch in the morning so I could see his racehorse, Moon Shadow, in person. The horse had been high-strung and problematic to train, and they were hoping I’d be able to sort him out while improving his run times. This was exactly the type of scenario I did well at, and I was confident that I’d be able to help the stallion reach his full potential.

As agreed, we met at 7:00 the next morning at the ranch, and Sam walked me over to the horse stable. Sam was a good-looking guy in his fifties with salt-and-pepper hair and a mustache. He looked and sounded like the quintessential cowboy with a bit of a twang in his speech. As we chatted in front of the barn, he turned to a Mexican cowboy named Miguel and asked him to have Luke bring out the horse. I heard Miguel mutter, “He’s not going to like it, Señor…” before Sam shushed him and told him to move it. While we waited, I asked him, what was that about? When it came to training horses, I was all about gathering as much information and history as possible to make my job easier.

“Oh, that’s nothin’. The horse’s groom, Luke, is a might bit protective, and he wasn’t crazy about us bringing in outside help. He’s not a jockey, but he’s been spendin’ a lot of time with Moon Shadow and trying to bring him around. The stallion has definitely improved since he started working with him, but we still need an expert like yourself to make him a true winner.”

Okay, note to self, Luke doesn’t approve of Sam hiring me. My goal would be to bring him on to my side along with Moon Shadow, but if that wasn’t possible, he would just need to get out of the way. I had met many versions of Luke in my career, and I knew how to handle the type.

I heard a horse’s whinny and hoofbeats as a dark stallion emerged from the shadows of the barn’s entrance, led by a young cowboy. The horse was beautiful and powerfully built, and I knew instantly that he was a champion in the making. The young groom leading him was also drop-dead gorgeous despite the scowl on his face as he reluctantly led the horse towards us. He definitely wasn’t happy about my arrival. After discreetly checking out his muscular frame and his well-packed jeans, I raised my eyes to meet his under the shadow of his cowboy hat and realized in that instant that this was the beefcake dancer from last night! What the hell was he doing here? Beefcake recognized me in the same instance as he looked back at me with a shocked expression on his face.

Sam said, “This is Moon Shadow’s groom, Luke. Luke, this is the jockey we were talkin’ about, Mack.”

“Uh, nice to meet you, Luke,” I mumbled as I tried to recover and reached my hand out to shake his. As he awkwardly took my hand in his firm grip, I flashed back to groping and teasing his hard cock the night before while he sensuously ground his hips to the music in the bar. I could see he was struggling with his annoyance at my arrival as a jockey with our shared erotic moment together from last night. From the deepening scowl on his face, my guess was his annoyance was winning. He might also be pissed at me for leaving the bar when I had said I’d hang around. Shit, this was awkward.

Attempting to put our brief, if passionate, past aside, I let go of his hand and approached the stallion, trying to focus on my job. He was a stunning animal, but I could detect a shade of anxiety from the horse. I was determined to gain his trust and bring him to his full potential. Without sounding arrogant, it is what I do well, and I planned to do the same with Moon Shadow, even with the added distraction of one pissed-off, hot cowboy. Trying to throw an olive branch, I commented, “He looks well cared for.”

I heard a muttered “Hmph” in response as Luke shook his head. Obviously any bond we had established last night while I teased his thick cock in my hand was gone, and I needed to get down to business. 

“I’d like to take him for a ride. Could you please put a racing saddle on him?”

Luke glared back at me unmoving, until Sam spoke up, “Luke, please make sure Mack has whatever he needs. He’s here to train Moon Shadow, and we want to make sure he has everything he needs to make Shadow a winner.”

“Fine,” Luke spat out before abruptly walking the stallion back into the barn to saddle him up. Sam’s farm had a full-sized track on it, and I looked forward to taking Shadow for a light ride to begin to better understand the horse’s behavior. Truth be told, I’d like to take Luke for a hard ride as well, but I’d have to put that thought on the back burner for now.

“Don’t worry, Mack, Luke will come around. Just give him a bit of time; he’s got a good heart, and he loves Moon Shadow.”

“No worries, Sam. I can tell he takes good care of the stallion, and I’m sure we’ll work well together. I’m hoping I’ll earn his trust as well.” 

“That’s mighty fair of you, Mack.”

So began my time working with Moon Shadow and his hunky groom with the ass that wouldn’t quit. I tried not to think of what Luke looked like under his grooming gear while I worked, but fuck, it was hard, pun intended. For his part, he remained distant and pissed. I assumed he had some initial attraction to me, as shown on that first night, but if so, he kept it bottled up and buried since I arrived on the ranch. 

The only acknowledgment of our first meeting was a curt remark from Luke when I brought Moon Shadow back to the stable after my first ride: “By the way, I would appreciate it if you didn’t mention to Sam that I have another job. I really need both jobs, and I’m not sure how he might react.”

“Of course, I won’t say anything,” I responded as I pictured Luke half naked at the bar sensuously moving his toned body to the music. Hopeful that I might have another shot at dating him, I added, “You know, I really was looking forward to hanging around for your next set, but Sam messaged me and wanted to meet. I felt bad about leaving without saying anything. Maybe we could…”

Luke held up his hand, abruptly cutting me off. “How about you do the job Sam is paying you to do, Mr. Horse Whisperer, and leave me alone to do my job?” as he grabbed Moon Shadow’s reins and abruptly walked to the back of the barn, leaving me on my own. Fuck, so much for that.

While Luke technically followed Sam’s orders and provided me with what I needed, he went out of his way to do the bare minimum in a surly and resentful manner. Part of me wanted to throw the big stud over my lap, pull down his snug jeans, and bitch-slap his gorgeous ass until he begged me to stop. But I didn’t. I’d find myself popping boners around him as he worked in the stables, showcasing his impressive muscles. I even thought I caught him checking out the bulge in my riding breeches once or twice and wondered if there might still be some lingering interest on Luke’s part, but no matter what I said or did, he would not reengage. That horse had apparently left the barn.

Over the next few weeks, despite my best efforts, Luke remained a surly son of a bitch to me and to many of the other workers on the ranch, including Miguel, the ranch hand. While his devotion to Moon Shadow was undeniable, he resented the air I breathed and was barely civil with me and generally rude to others. It was obvious he was hoping I would fail in my goal to train the stallion, but I was happy with my progress so far, as was Sam. I found it hard to reconcile the surly, rude pup with the gregarious, sexy cowboy I had met at the Velvet Saddle bar initially. 

Things came to a head when we were preparing for a last-minute training ride with a potential investor of Sam’s observing. Moon Shadow was less skittish these days, but his times were not quite where they needed to be. Luke and I were hurrying to get everything ready when I realized I had forgotten my riding crop. It’s an important part of my gear despite only using it to tap and guide the horse, so I was angry at myself. Frustrated, I looked over to see Luke approaching Moon Shadow with a pail of water, and I snapped at him, “Why are you giving Shadow a drink just before a race? I don’t want him to be waterlogged!”

Luke looked guilty as he jumped back in surprise and responded, “I wouldn’t normally, but it’s a hot day, and I can tell he’s dehydrated. I won’t give him a lot, but he needs something.” Too annoyed to argue further, I let it go and told him that I’d be right back as I headed back to the barn to grab my crop. 

Halfway there, I spotted Luke’s gear bag resting on a bench near the fence. Knowing that he usually kept a spare crop in his bag, I decided to borrow his to save time. I spotted it tucked in an outside pocket and pulled it loose. Unfortunately, the end snagged on the pocket and toppled the bag over, spilling a few items onto the ground. For fuck’s sake. As I put the riding crop in my back pocket and righted the bag, hurrying to put everything back, I picked up a clear water bottle that had one to two inches of a cloudy grey-blue liquid left in it, along with two pill bottles. I noticed the pills in one of the bottles were blue and glanced at the label. Viagra? Luke used Viagra? He didn’t seem like the type. Looking closer at the other bottle, I saw it was Xylazine, a common horse tranquilizer similar to ketamine. I never used it myself, but I was aware of its powerful effect on horses. Taking another look at the water bottle, I noticed a few floaters in the cloudy mixture that might be pill bits. I flashed back to Luke’s insistence that Moon Shadow have a last-minute drink with a dawning realization. No, he wouldn’t! Would he? Was he so determined to see me fail that he would stoop so low as to drug a racehorse before a big run?!?

Opening the water bottle, I sniffed the liquid and saw part of a blue pill floating near the top. That fucking bastard! He had doped Moon Shadow. I struggled to reconcile Luke’s apparent love of the stallion with this reckless and dangerous act. I couldn’t recall ever being so angry while I considered my next move.

Despite all of my progress with Moon Shadow, I knew I couldn’t risk racing him today. I also decided that I had had enough of Luke’s shitty attitude, and I needed to teach him a lesson. First things first, I grabbed my phone and called Sam and asked if we could postpone the ride, making up a story that I had noticed one of Shadow’s shoes was loose and I wanted to have it fixed. Sam completely understood and, after checking with the investor, said we could move the ride to the end of the week. In the meantime, he was going to take the investor and the crew over to the next county to check out a horse auction. Perfect. With the ride postponed and the ranch cleared out, I put the next phase of my plan in place and walked back to Luke and Moon Shadow. Luke looked unhappy when I told him that today’s test race had been postponed to Friday. He was probably disappointed because he was looking forward to seeing me fall on my face on a compromised horse. Bastard. 

I tried to keep the anger off my face and suggested he take Moon Shadow back to his stall. The horse seemed fine so far, but I would keep an eye on him. Before Luke walked away, I put on my friendliest expression and told him that I appreciated all of his help and that I was going to grab a couple of cold beers if he wanted to meet me back here in a few minutes for a cool one. It was a stifling hot day, and while Luke looked a bit sheepish about being thanked for his help, he said he’d love a beer. Perfect.

While Luke wandered off with Moon Shadow, I briefly admired his firm butt before walking back to my quarters to pick up a BDSM toy from my locker before heading over to the small lunchroom Sam kept stocked with a beer fridge in one of the outbuildings, grabbing the doctored water bottle on the way. I poured out some of the beer from one bottle, leaving room at the top to pour in a healthy amount of the cloudy liquid. I gave it a shake, hoping Luke wouldn’t notice the difference. Unsure of how much of each drug I was actually giving him, I briefly considered abandoning my plans, but then I said, Fuck it. If Luke was willing to take a chance with Moon Shadow, I could do the same with him. Karma is a bitch, buddy.

I walked back to the stable to find Luke leaning against the barn beside the open door in the shade and handed him the cold bottle of beer. He took a sip and said, “Ah, that’s what I needed. Thanks.” He smiled at me as I sipped my undoctored beer. Damn, this was probably the first time Luke had shown me any warmth since the night we met, and I once again had misgivings about what I was about to do. While I mentally debated, he took another big gulp of his beer until the bottle was nearly half empty. Oh well, I guess I’m committed at this point. 

Deciding to add to the mix, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a fat joint, asking Luke if he smoked. He seemed happy to share a joint along with the beer and didn’t seem to notice that I only took very small tokes and avoided inhaling as he consumed most of the potent doobie. As we drank and smoked, I let Luke know that Sam and the crew had gone to the horse show, so it would be a quiet afternoon. “Great, I could use some quiet time to catch up on a few chores, including laying down some fresh hay in the stalls.” 

As we stood in the hot sun and quietly finished up our beers and the joint, Luke was still reluctant to chat, but it did feel like he was less hostile than usual after my small gesture of a beer and weed. If he only knew how angry I was with him right now. With the beers gone, I grabbed his empty bottle while he walked back into the barn to finish his chores as I admired the toned muscles of his back and, of course, his ass. I left with the bottles, planning to be back shortly to check in on Moon Shadow as well as Luke. I had a full afternoon planned for the hunky fucker if the drugs did what I hoped they would, and it seemed somehow fitting to use Luke’s own cocktail on him in an act of revenge.

A short while later, I returned to the barn and checked in on Moon Shadow. He still seemed fine and happy to be out of the sun. Maybe the drug dose was too low for the big stallion to have any noticeable effect. I hoped so for Luke’s sake. I could hear the sound of him working at the far end of the warm barn. Quietly walking down the aisle, I spotted him inside a stall with his shirt off, given the heat, and a fine layer of sweat gleaming on his bare torso as he slowly pitched hay onto the floor. I could watch this stud all day as I admired his muscles highlighted by a thin beam of sunlight shining through a crack in the siding. As I watched, Luke paused and shook his head, running his hand through his short hair. It looked like he was starting to feel the effects of the drugs and weed.

“Hey, Luke. Can you use some help?”

Luke looked up at me in confusion until he realized it was me. He seemed disoriented and lethargic as he mumbled, “Uh, sure. Thanks.” Stripping off my own shirt, I grabbed a second pitchfork and joined him in the stall, throwing hay into the far end. As we worked in the heat, I caught him checking out my half-hard cock in my snug riding breeches as he went through the motions of pitching hay into the stall, but I could tell he was struggling to focus. Luke seemed to spend less time working and more time staring into space or ogling my naked torso. I glanced at the crotch of his jeans, and I was shocked to see the hard ridge of his cock pressing upwards as he paused to catch his breath. The drugs definitely seemed to be working. He was stoned and horny as fuck.

I innocently asked, “Are you okay, buddy?” 

“Huh, what? Uh, I guess… it must be the beer and weed; I feel really out of it,” as he swayed in the stall.

I walked over to Luke and wrapped my arm around his naked shoulder for support and said, “Easy, Luke, you don’t look so good. Maybe you need to take a break and rest.” As I stood there with my hand on his shoulder, he almost lost his balance again. His eyes were hooded as he stood panting with his cock straining in his jeans. Pulling him in closer with my arm and taking charge, I said, “Here, let’s get you off your feet,” as I gently placed his pitchfork against the wall and guided Luke out of the stall towards the back of the barn.

I kept my arm around Luke as he compliantly followed my lead, unsteady in his steps. “Oh man, what’s the matter with me…” Approaching a saddle stand, I had an idea and suggested he lie on top of it for a minute to rest. Luke seemed unsure of what I meant but allowed me to help him climb up onto the stand and lie face down on the blanket-covered surface. He was sprawled on the curved top with the side of his face pressed into the blanket and his beefy arms hanging down on each side. His legs were spread, straddling the end of the stand, with his hard cock caught between the stand and his magnificent ass in the air. Luke looked hot as fuck even if he was limp as a rag doll. 

“How’s that, Luke? You should rest for a minute. Maybe you’ve just overheated.”

Luke sighed and mumbled, “Thanks, man… This actually feels great; I’m so fucking relaxed. That’s some damn fine weed you have…” before his eyes closed and his voice trailed off. The horse tranquilizer and weed combination seemed to be working, and I had the little weasel right where I wanted him.

I moved to Luke’s head and said, “Hey Luke, I’m kind of worried you might fall off, so I’m going to secure you, okay?” I heard Luke mumble a thanks as he stretched and ground his crotch into the stand while I reached for a coil of rope. I had spent enough time around cattle and horses that I was handy with knots as I proceeded to tie Luke to the top of the saddle stand. I carefully tied his extended muscular arms to the legs of the stand, making sure he was secure but comfortable as he muttered something about what a good friend I was for taking care of him. If he only knew. Moving to the rear, I reached down and pulled off his cowboy boots and tied each ankle to the rear posts of the stand so he was straddling the end of the bench with his legs spread and his glorious ass perched on the edge. For his part, Luke kept thanking me, unbothered by the rope, as he mumbled into the blanketed stand while occasionally grinding his swollen cock into the stand. I didn’t know if he was half-dreaming or just horny and unable to control himself.

I paused once more to consider what I was doing as I was about to cross a line and wondered if I should call the whole thing off. Did I really want to take advantage of Luke in his drugged state? At that moment, I heard Moon Shadow whinny from his stall, and I thought of that beautiful stallion trying to run after being drugged by Luke, someone he trusted. Instantly, my doubts were swept away, and I was determined to teach him a lesson. With all four limbs firmly tied to the bench, I reached for an old pair of shears hanging on a nearby post to proceed with my plan.

“Luke, I think your jeans are too tight and causing you to overheat. I’m going to cut them loose, okay?” 

Even in his doped state, Luke questioned this and asked, “Wait, what? You’re going to cut off my jeans? What if someone sees me?”

“Don’t worry, buddy, you’ll still have your shorts on, and besides, everyone is at the horse auction, remember? It’s cool.”

Luke mumbled his response into the blanket, “Oh yeah, I forgot. That makes sense… Thanks, Mack. You’re actually a great guy.”

With Luke buying into my flawed logic, I proceeded to carefully cut up each leg of his jeans. I could feel my rock-hard cock struggling to be free as more of Luke’s golden, muscular flesh was deliciously exposed until the only thing covering him was his worn boxer briefs. I reached under him to pull his destroyed jeans free. Damn, this boy was hot. It was a shame he was such an asshole. 

Knowing that I needed to have all of this hot stud’s flesh exposed and available to torment, I walked back to Luke’s head and gently rubbed his shoulders, asking him if he felt better. He sighed that he felt amazing as I sensuously massaged his muscular shoulders and traps as he relaxed and softly moaned. Sensing his calm, I leaned down beside him and said, “Hey buddy, I think your shorts may need to go too. They seem too small and may be cutting off your circulation as well. I hate to ask, but I think we’d better lose them too, at least until you’re feeling better.“

Luke slurred, “Really? I don’t know; maybe I should keep them on. Um, just between you and me, I kind of have a hard-on. Sorry, man. I don’t know why I’m so horny.”

“Hey Luke, it’s okay. That’s perfectly normal. It’s probably just the weed; it makes me horny too. Trust me, you’re going to feel better resting without any tight clothing restricting you; otherwise, I wouldn’t ask. Besides, you’re lying on your dick, so no one’s going to see anything. Once you’re feeling better, we’ll get you back into clothes.”

“Uh, okay… Sure, I guess. Thanks Mack…”

The drug cocktail was making Luke docile as fuck, which was perfect. Before he changed his mind, I reached for the shears and cut through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs while gripping his ass cheek in my palm. Luke arched his back slightly in response. Whoa, my little colt seemed sensitive to my touch whether he was ready to admit it or not. I discovered he wasn’t kidding when he said he was erect when I reached under him to pull his tattered boxer briefs free and discovered his rock-hard cock. I stepped back to admire Luke completely naked and bound in the middle of the barn with his big balls dangling down between his legs. With the horse auction today, we had the place to ourselves, and I planned to take full advantage of my time with this young unruly colt. I reached up under his heavy balls and maneuvered his thick cock downwards, leaving it pressed flat against the blanket-covered edge of the bench. Luke responded to my grip on his cock as he moaned and humped his ass in the air, exposing his pink, puckered hole. I softly stroked the thick, mushroom-shaped head of his cock while softly blowing at his tight ring and admiring his ass.

I could hear Luke groaning in response, “Mack, what are you doing?”

I reluctantly released Luke’s thick cock and walked around to the front of the bench so I could talk to him. “I might as well level with you, Luke, now that you’re naked and tied up. You’ve been a bit of a douchebag to me and the other guys since the day I arrived at the ranch. I’ve been willing to cut you some slack, thinking you were still young and good for Moon Shadow, but I was wrong. I can ignore a lot of things, but mistreating a beautiful animal like Shadow just to get back at me is not one of them. Someone needs to teach you a lesson, and I guess it’s going to have to be me.”

Luke pulled at his bindings, seemingly realizing for the first time how vulnerable he was, as he looked up at me in confusion, glancing at my shirtless chest and the thick bulge in my riding breeches. “Huh, what are you talking about? Mistreating Shadow? What kind of lesson?”

“Don’t play dumb, Luke; I know about the Viagra and Xylazine cocktail you put in Moon Shadow’s watering pail. Even for you, this is a new low.”

Luke’s eyes widened in shock once he realized I knew about the drugs. “Oh wow, how did you find out about that…?”

“I accidentally knocked your bag over when I went to borrow your riding crop, and the drugs fell out. Do you know how dangerous racing a drugged horse can be? Anything could have happened to Shadow.” 

Luke looked miserable as he tried to wrap his head around being busted and struggled to defend himself in his muddled state. “I know, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was jealous and angry, but I can explain…”

Fed up with Luke’s attitude and excuses, I cut him off and lifted his chin so I was looking directly into his baby blues, “Just answer me this Luke. Did you dope Shadow’s drinking pail?”

“Well yeah, I did, but…”

That’s all I needed to hear. Before Luke could continue, I reached into my back pocket and grabbed a ball gag I had picked up from my room, slipping the ball into his surprised open mouth before tightening the strap behind his head. No longer able to interrupt, I said, “I think I’ve heard enough Luke, and it’s time you learned a lesson about respecting others, including the animals you’re supposed to be looking after. Your ass is mine for the rest of the afternoon. Hopefully you’ll think twice before trying a stunt like this again.”

Luke opened his eyes wide as he tried to speak around the gag and pulled unsuccessfully at his restraints. As I admired his straining muscles, I couldn’t stand it any longer and reached down to unzip my breeches and haul out my engorged cock while I looked Luke in the eye. I smiled at the shocked expression on his face as he stared at my meaty dick in disbelief as it swayed inches from his face.

“Are you ready to take a ride on a real man’s cock?”

As Luke frantically shook his head and moaned into the gag, I guessed at what he was trying to say. “What, you’ve never bottomed before? You don’t think you can take something that big?” As he nodded in agreement, I added, “Here’s the thing, Luke. I think you can. In fact, I think you’re going to love getting railed by my big dick. But… If you don’t, I don’t really care, as it’s going to happen regardless. You’ve been asking for this all summer with your shitty attitude, but what you pulled today just seals the deal. Whether you enjoy it or not, I’m going to enjoy stretching your tight hole and breeding your sorry ass,” as I rubbed the engorged head of my cock up and down and across Luke’s face, leaving thick trails of pre-cum across his cheeks. I noticed his eyes watering up as he breathed heavily through his nose. Reaching forward, I placed my hands on his shoulders and said, “Luke, the sooner you realize you don’t have a choice in this anymore, the easier it will be for you. Trust me, I’ve broken a few unruly colts in my time, and I know what I’m doing, but you will be broken.”

Without another word, I jumped down off the stand and grabbed a bottle of flaxseed oil and cloth from a nearby shelf that we sometimes used to oil-buff the horses and walked behind Luke’s spread legs out of his sight line. I had decided to borrow a chapter from my horse whisperer training. I often rubbed oil onto a horse’s coat as a means to calm them and establish a connection, so it seemed appropriate to do the same with Luke in his agitated and aroused state before the real work began. Also, it enhanced and conditioned their coat, as I’m sure it would do for Luke’s muscle definition. Stepping up on the rail of the stand, I leaned forward and drizzled oil across his back, down his arms, across his ass, and onto his legs.

While Luke tried to look back to see what I was doing, I spread the rich oil across his back and shoulders with the buffer cloth, admiring how it highlighted his muscles and made his skin glow. Working downwards, I rubbed the oil across the white globes of his ass, making sure I also worked it into his crack and oiled up his balls and shaft, and down his muscular thighs and calves. I finished up by spreading oil across his impressive arms and bulging biceps. Luke blazed like a golden Adonis in the light of the barn as I admired the view and stepped behind him.

With Luke buffed and oiled, I realized the bench was at a perfect height for me to step forward and shove my tongue between his sweet cheeks without needing to stand on a lower rail. I roughly gripped his firm glutes in each hand, spreading them wide, and pressed my face into his crack, sliding my tongue up and down and across his tight knot. Luke jumped in surprise as I used my tongue to poke, prod, and stretch his hole, pressing deeper into his tight oiled ring. While he seemed to be trying to protest by the sounds he was making through the gag, I noticed he was also pressing his ass back into my tongue as I slobbered between his firm cheeks, stretching them wider with my hands and thoroughly slathering up his hole with spit, getting him ready for my cock. While Luke’s ass may have been a virgin before today, it didn’t take long before he was riding the top of the bench, driving his Viagra-fueled cock downwards against the blanketed edge of the bench as his muffled moans filled the barn. While he may have wanted to resist, his drug-fueled body was definitely responding to my ass eating.

As my tongue torpedoed and stretched Luke’s hole, I reached down to grip his thick, oiled cock, sliding my hand up and down its slippery length as I devoured Luke’s ass while he strained his powerful body against the soft ropes, unsure whether to pull away or push back. I could feel his pulse pounding in the rigid shaft of his cock as his pre-cum mixed with the flaxseed oil as I pulled it backwards several times, letting it slap hard against the stand with a thud. This boy had a hungry hole despite being a top to date. 

Taking a break from eating Luke’s delicious ass, I stepped up on the rail and laid my palm against one of his oiled cheeks before pulling it back and slapping his ass hard as he jerked on the bench. His trapped cock kept him from moving away from my hand with each slap. While Luke’s ass cheek reddened, I could hear him breathing heavily through the ball gag as he fought to catch his breath from this latest humiliation, although I noticed a long strand of pre-cum dripping from the end of his rigid cock. “Do you like being spanked like a naughty boy, Luke? Let’s see how the other cheek feels,” as I switched hands and he whimpered. Slap, slap, slap. I wasn’t holding back as I punished his ass, enjoying the feel of my hand against his bubble cheeks and fascinated by the image of Luke jerking and whimpering as he struggled to avoid his punishment while his cock dripped pre-cum onto the barn floor. With each slap, his pink puckered ring clenched in reflex as his cock, caught against the edge of the stand, throbbed.

Thinking Luke was warmed up, I stepped down off the stand and slid off my breeches and shorts, placing the riding crop handy on a side rail. I was left in only my boots as I climbed back up on the rail at the rear of the bench. My shaft head was dripping with pre-cum as I rested my throbbing cockhead between his reddened cheeks in his oil- and spit-coated crack. I was at the perfect height to angle my cock between his firm globes. Feeling my shaft poised at his tight ring, Luke struggled to free himself and whimpered through the gag.

“You can fight it all you want, boy, but it’s happening,” as I maneuvered my cockhead up and down his greasy crack while stretching his cheeks wider with my hands. Luke tried to speak through his gag as I leaned forward and dripped more spit onto my cockhead to mix with my pre-cum and the oil, creating a slick lube for my rod to poke against Luke’s hole. With each pass, I’d pause to force the slick head into his tight pucker until gradually, the tip was sliding halfway in each time, lubricating his ring. I could hear Luke moaning as he twisted, torn between trying to escape and trying to get more of my cock inside his slippery hole despite his initial reluctance. Tired of teasing him, I pressed forward until suddenly, the thick head of my cock slipped past his tight ring. 

I paused to add some additional spit to the end of my cock gripped by Luke’s tight hole as I eased backwards slightly before thrusting my shaft back in. Despite his attempts at resistance, my cock felt like it was being pulled in by his greedy hole. I could see his back expanding as he breathed deeply through his nose, trying to force himself to relax. While he might be anxious about taking my tool, I could sense he might be getting off on being bound and used in the quiet barn, although that may have been fueled in part by the drugs.

I could feel the heat from his reddened cheeks as I firmly gripped his ass in my hands and slowly gyrated my hips, working the slippery end of my cock deeper into Luke’s hypersensitive ass. I could feel pre-cum pumping from the end of my cock as the greased head slid deeper. Luke seemed frustrated by his inability to do anything other than rub the top of his cock against the blanket-covered end of the bench and press his ass back against my cock. Despite his recent introduction to bottoming, his ass was begging for more. 

Happy to fill a need, I gripped his ass in my hands and slid my cock deeper until the ridged head of my cock was banging up against his prostate as he started to groan loudly with each firm thrust. While I hadn’t bottomed out yet, Luke was taking most of my cock, and I couldn’t believe I was finally riding my cowboy after fantasizing about this moment since I first saw Luke dancing in the bar. Fuck, he was tight.

With only an inch or two left, I served Luke a full helping of sausage and slammed my aching shaft all the way into his stretched hole with a growl. He let me know I had indeed bottomed out as my cum-filled balls slapped against his heavy sack and he moaned loudly. I thrust a couple more times just to make sure he had every inch and knew who was in charge as I rode his gorgeous ass and crushed Luke into the top of the saddle stand.

Suddenly, I heard, “¡Ay dios mío!” followed by a crash. I looked up to see Miguel standing at the end of the barn with a saddle at his feet. He had apparently walked into the barn and dropped what he was carrying in shock at the sight of Sam’s new jockey railing his least favorite ranch hand. He and Luke had a long history of not getting along, and I had personally witnessed Luke being his usual shithead self to Miguel a number of times.

“Uh, hola Miguel. Sorry, I thought everyone was away,” as I stood there with my cock buried in Luke’s ass while Luke looked back at Miguel in humiliation.

“Señor, I was late today, so I missed the horse auction.” Miguel’s eyes were wide as he looked over Luke’s muscular frame tied to the saddle stand and fully grasped that I was fucking him. “Bravo Señor; it’s good to see this one getting what he deserves and with his mouth shut for a change.”

I smiled at Miguel. “I’m glad you approve. Luke pushed me just a little too far today, so I’m taking the opportunity to break him in, isn’t that right, Luke?” As I shoved my cock deep into his ass, he moaned in acknowledgement. “He’s been asking for this for a long time, believe me.” With Miguel obviously approving my actions, I decided to continue to slowly fuck Luke while we chatted to add to his humiliation.

Miguel nodded exuberantly, “Muy bueno Señor. This colt needs some guidance and correction. I’m happy to see you taking control.” As we talked, I noticed him stepping closer so he could watch my cock sliding into Luke’s ass as he reached down to adjust a sizable bulge in his jeans. While he may not like Luke, Miguel was happy to ogle his naked, oiled form stretched out on the bench. “I’ve wanted to teach this chico a lesson for a long time myself.”

“Well, you’re welcome to sample the goods; I’m sure Luke wouldn’t mind. Right, Luke?” He tried to object through his gag, but all we heard was a frustrated moan. “Feel free to remove his gag, Miguel, and sample that end if you’d like. It looks like you have enough to fill his mouth.”

I watched an evil grin fill Miguel’s face as he walked around to the other end of the stand and dragged an old wooden box over to stand on. The box put his crotch at the perfect height as he unzipped his jeans. Hung as I am, I was impressed with the size of his thick, uncut cock as he hauled it out. For his part, Luke shook his head in protest as Miguel stepped forward with his cock swaying in his face. 

“You think you’re such a big hombre but wait until you taste my burrito… bitch,” as he pressed his thick, sweaty cock into Luke’s face while he tried unsuccessfully to avoid it. As Miguel’s meat swung against his face, I watched as he undid his gag before slipping the ball from his mouth. As Luke inhaled deeply and prepared to speak, Miguel immediately stuffed his big cock into his mouth, cutting off any further conversation. “Easy chico, no teeth, or I will make you a gelding. ¿Comprendido?”

I watched Miguel slip more of his big tool into Luke’s mouth as I drove my cock deeper into his ass. The boy was getting his first spit roast with two extra grande cocks breaking him in.

“Ah, that feels good. Suck it, chico. Take your papi’s big pito.”

I could hear Luke struggling not to gag as Miguel roughly fucked his mouth. While his attention was elsewhere, I eased backwards until a third of my shaft was exposed before sliding forward hard. Luke groaned around Miguel’s cock. Pulling halfway out this time, I slammed my slippery tool back past his tight ring. As he moaned out loud, I pulled back once again until just the tip of my cock remained gripped by his tight hole before thrusting forward until I was once again balls-deep. Not only was Luke taking my full cock, but he was also getting fucked hard as I thrust into him over and over as he lay strapped to the saddle bench. I could hear a couple of horses at the other end of the barn whinnying, but otherwise the stable was quiet except for our groans and the sound of my cock stretching Luke’s virgin hole and Miguel fucking his mouth.

Noticing the riding crop lying on the side rail of the stand, I reached for it as we settled into a spirited canter with my cock drilling Luke’s ass and Miguel stuffing his face. I flicked the leather tip of the riding crop on his muscular rump and drove my cock harder into his hole with a “Hup!” I felt the saddle stand shift as he jerked in surprise at the sharp slap but groaned loudly as he pushed back into me. With each hard flip of the crop, I could feel Luke’s hole clench around my cock as he jumped in pain and fought to breathe as Miguel’s cock filled his throat. 

“Oh, that’s it. Giddy-up! Ride my cock, you bastard! How does it feel to be ridden hard while doped up? Hopefully you’ll think twice next time before doing something so fucking stupid in the future.” I could hear Luke trying to speak around Miguel’s thick cock as the horses shuffled in their stalls, likely wondering what the hell was going on as we hit a fever pitch, rocking the saddle stand as I destroyed his ass with my thick cock, slamming my sweaty balls against his.

I could see Miguel’s eyelids half closing as he gripped Luke’s head tightly in his hands and sensed he was close to cumming. While I gripped his ass in one hand and slapped his other cheek with the crop, I slammed my cock into him while watching Miguel on the other end. I was riding my cowboy harder than I had ever ridden a stallion. All three of us were covered in sweat from the heat and exertion as we strained our muscles and fucked like animals, racing towards our orgasms. 

Unable to hold back anymore, I yelled as I slammed into Luke, pumping my load deep into his ass. I could feel his tight ring clenching around my thick shaft as I realized he was cumming as well. Despite the racket we were making, I could hear his thick load splattering on the dirt barn floor below us as I pumped his ass full of thick cream and he thrashed on the saddle stand while Miguel bellowed in Spanish and pumped his load down his throat. I couldn’t believe Luke had shot his wad without anyone touching his cock while taking a load in his mouth and ass.

As both Miguel and I slowed our thrusts into Luke, making sure we had completely emptied our loads, we heard, “Well, it looks like you boys have worked out your differences.” All three of us jumped at the unexpected voice as we looked up to see Sam standing at the end of the aisle. None of us had noticed him come into the barn. 

“Sorry if I startled you. I needed to come back to pick up a horse trailer,” he explained.

“Uh, hey Sam. Shit, sorry about this. Uh, we were just, um…” I didn’t even know where to begin as I gave up trying to explain why I had Sam’s groomer strapped naked to a saddle bench with my cock up his ass and Miguel’s meaty cock shoved down his throat. I pulled my cock free and stepped off the stand so I could turn towards Sam, conscious of my wet, engorged cock dripping cum onto the floor, and unsure what I should do. For his part, Miguel stood transfixed with his cock lodged in Luke’s mouth.

“No explanation necessary,” Sam replied with a raised eyebrow as he looked me over before strolling towards Luke’s spread legs to take a closer look. “It looks like y’all had a hard ride, and from this angle it looks like Luke might be up for more,” as he reached forward and grabbed his rigid tool in his hand, pulling it backwards away from the bench before letting it snap back hard against the stand. He groaned in response as his pink asshole clenched. “Oh yeah, I’d definitely say Luke is up for more; that boy’s as hard as nails. All the same, I’m wondering if you really had to rope him up to put your brand on him, Mack; he looks plenty willing enough to me.” I looked over and noticed a bulge extending down the leg of Sam’s jeans as he reached down to readjust himself.

Surprised by Sam’s comments and casual groping of his employee, I said, “Uh, yeah, you may be right, Sam. He did put up a fight at first but seems to have accepted his fate.”

Whistling out loud as he tugged on Luke’s balls and rubbed his reddened ass and slapped one cheek, Sam added, “I’ll say. Damn, that boy sure has a fine ass on him. I’ve always admired it. I need to get back to our investor waiting in the truck, but do you mind if I have a quick taste?” 

Not completely sure what Sam was asking, I nevertheless responded, “By all means, Boss, have at ‘er.”

Sam smiled and stepped between Luke’s spread legs before leaning forward and planting his face between his cheeks. I realized he was going to eat his ass and quickly offered, “Uh, careful boss, I just shot a big load up there.”

Sam paused and turned to me with a wry grin, “Trust me, boy, that doesn’t bother me in the least,” as he pressed his mouth against Luke’s reddened hole and proceeded to work his tongue in and out of his tight ring, loudly slurping. I couldn’t believe my boss was sucking my load out of my cowboy’s well-worked ass while I stood there naked with a hard-on watching. He seemed to be no stranger to ass eating and a big fan of secondhand cum, apparently, as Luke groaned and writhed on the stand while Sam thoroughly cleaned out his hole with his talented tongue.

Unwilling to just watch anymore, I walked around to the front of the stand and asked Miguel if I could take over. As he pulled his spent cock free of Luke’s mouth, I stepped up onto the wooden box and lowered the tip of my cock to Luke’s sexy, mustached lips and eased forward, sliding the thick end of my cock into his mouth as he slurped at my swollen shaft, cleaning up any stray pre-cum. I was surprised at how much of my dick he was able to take down his throat as he milked my cock with his hot mouth in the quiet barn.

Unlike Luke, I didn’t have the advantage of Viagra, but my cock was up for more action despite my previous orgasm. While Sam watched me between Luke’s spread legs, I began to fuck his face while my boss slurped and sucked my load out of Luke’s tight ass. I noticed Miguel was trying to stuff his engorged cock back into his jeans, uncomfortable with having his boss present.

Sam came up for air and said, “Damn, you taste fine, Mack. I wouldn’t mind milking your load directly from the source one of these days,” as he admired the sight of my thick cock sliding into Luke’s mouth.”

“Uh, sure thing, boss.”

“If I didn’t have our potential investor waiting outside, I’d join you boys, but that will have to wait for another day. I’m just glad to see y’all have been able to work things out. We’ll be gone for a few more hours, so I’ll let you boys get back to it. I’m sure you can find something to do to fill the time.”

Sam reached up and slapped Luke’s red cheek again before saying, “You just stay put, Luke, ya hear,” laughing to himself. “I have to say it’s kind of refreshing to not hear you mouthing off for a change. I’ll have to remember this trick the next time you start acting up.” With one more ass slap, Sam walked over to me to check out Luke slurping at my cock and said, “Damn boy, you really are a horse whisperer,” before reaching out and wrapping his hand around my low-hanging balls and giving them a tug, “And hung like a horse as well it seems,” before walking away shaking his head. It seems like Sam wasn’t shy about getting handsy with the help.

With the barn to ourselves again, and my cock still filling Luke’s mouth, I said to him, “Well, that was weird. I think that’s the first time I’ve had my boss grab my balls.”

With Sam out of the picture, Miguel was showing more interest in the proceedings as my cock slid in and out of Luke’s mouth. He was watching us while he rubbed the firm lump in his jeans. “Señor Mack, would you mind if I call my nephew, Diego? I know he would love to join us. He’s a maricón and Señor Luke is always teasing him.”

That sounded like classic Luke behavior. Picking on the gay stableboy despite his own inclinations. “Hell yes, Miguel. Another pair of hands would be great; go for it. I’m sure Luke wouldn’t mind having his buddy, Diego, over for a playdate. Right Luke?”

I looked down at Luke, who was trying unsuccessfully to talk around a mouthful of dick to protest as Miguel pulled out his phone to call his nephew. Diego was about 19 years old, and while fit and plenty capable around the ranch, he definitely had a campy manner and was often teased by the other ranch hands because of it with Luke leading the pack. I was looking forward to seeing how Diego would react to seeing his nemesis strapped naked to the saddle stand, hard and helpless. I couldn’t make sense of Miguel’s enthusiastic Spanish to Diego on the phone, but I heard Luke’s name a few times before he hung up and said that Diego would be here in a few minutes. He was definitely interested and eager to help teach Luke a lesson. Perfect.

While I kept Luke occupied sliding my cock in and out of his mouth, Miguel said he had an idea while we were waiting for Diego and stepped out of the barn heading towards the dairy barn next door. “You know, Luke, there seems to be no shortage of men on the ranch willing to help torment you. Do you think there might be a reason for that?” Happy that he was unable to respond, I let him think over my words while I continued to slowly fuck his throat.

Miguel returned hauling some sort of machine with tubes attached. “What the hell is that?” I asked.

“It’s a portable milker, Señor. I want to attach it to Mister Luke’s pene.” 

“Oh my god, that is a fucking amazing idea, Miguel. Let me know if you need any help,” as I watched him place the machine behind Luke and run the cord to a nearby outlet. While Luke nervously looked up at me, I watched as Miguel unraveled one of the tubes and squirted some sort of lubricant in the open end of the milking cup. It looked like he was struggling to slide the sleeve onto his engorged cock, given his thick tool was definitely larger than your average teat, but the cups seemed flexible enough, and he was eventually able to force it on. Luke’s eyes were wide open in trepidation as he felt the device being attached. 

“Ready, Señor Mack?” 

“I know I am, and I’ll speak for Luke since he’s got my dick in his mouth. Let her rip Miguel.”

I heard the hum of the milking machine as it started up. Luke moaned around my cock as the milker sleeve slid up his slick cock, firmly gripping his shaft before sliding back down and repeating the motion. While I couldn’t see Luke’s cock from this angle, I could see the clear tube moving up and down between his legs and hear the suction of the sleeve as it pulled and teased Luke’s throbbing cock as the motor droned on. It looked like Miguel had a remote in his hand as he adjusted the machine speed while Luke moaned loudly.

“Too fast; I want to keep Señor Luke rígido but unsatisfied. Señor Luke enjoys teasing Diego, so I think it’s fair we tease him.”

At that moment, Diego arrived, clearly out of breath from running. He was wearing bright green silk shorts and a slinky white tank top. “Oh my…” he said as he stood beside his uncle watching Luke’s cock get milked and taking in his bound naked form while he sucked my cock. “Wow, uh, hola, Señor Mack.”

I greeted Diego over the hum of the milking machine slurping and sliding up Luke’s lubed cock. Judging by his reaction, Miguel had hit on the perfect speed to keep him hard and frustrated without providing any relief. My respect for Miguel had increased today with this stroke of genius.

“Hey Diego. Glad you could make it. Help yourself to this asshole’s asshole if you’re game. It sounds like Luke has it coming from you and half the ranch.”

Diego’s face lit up in a devilish grin. “You have no idea. I would so love to stick it to this little bitch. You wouldn’t believe the shit she puts me through, when she’s just as much of a maricón as I am.” Walking around to the other end of the stand, he bent down beside Luke and spoke quietly to him while I fucked his mouth. “Hey there little man, are you ready to get fucked by a big cock? I haven’t cum in over a week, and I can’t wait to fill your boy pussy with hot Mexican cum. There’s only one catch though… you’re going to have to beg for it.”

Luke’s eyes widen in disbelief. I could tell by his expression that he had no intention of begging Diego for anything, but I had my doubts. This uncle and nephew team had proven themselves fairly resourceful to date.

Standing up and reaching into his pocket, Diego held up a bottle. “Uncle, can you shove this under the chica’s nose when I say so?”

“Sure, Diego, just tell me when.” I recognized the bottle of poppers that Diego handed to his uncle as he walked back behind Luke and stripped naked. He was dark and lean and had a think cock swinging between his legs. While he may get picked on at times for his flamboyancy, Diego was all stud under the covers. 

While the milking machine tirelessly suckled on Luke’s engorged cock, Diego squirted some of the milking machine lube onto his thick uncut tool and rested it between his plump cheeks. He was leaning into Luke and sliding his thick cock along his crack while he reached down and played with his heavy balls. I could feel the vibration of his moans along my shaft as he tried not to respond to the stimulation in his overwrought state. The poor boy’s jaw must be aching by now without a break.

Diego was dragging the head of his cock across Luke’s taint while teasing his thumb around his puckered ring. He nodded at his uncle, who uncapped the bottle and shoved it under Luke’s nose, closing one nostril. “Take a deep breath, chico.” With my cock in his mouth and one nostril closed, Luke didn’t have much of a choice as he inhaled deeply. “Again.” In total, he must have taken 10 snorts as the strong chemical smell wafted throughout the barn. While he was doing this, Diego was pressing his thumb firmly into Luke’s hole, massaging and stretching his tight ring. The combination of the milker, poppers, and ass stimulation was driving him crazy as he arched his ass upwards trying to get more of Diego’s thumb in his hole or trying to shake him off; I couldn’t tell which. 

Diego’s thumb was now rubbing his taint while he had two of his fingers sliding in and out of Luke’s ass. Nodding at his uncle once more, Diego’s fingers discovered Luke’s prostate at the same time as the popper rush kicked in, causing Luke to thrash and pull at his bonds on top of the stand. Diego signaled his uncle to turn up the milker as the tempo of the machine increased. 

Withdrawing his fingers, Diego pressed his lubed cock head directly against Luke’s puckered hole while he pulled at his heavy, greased balls. “Again, Uncle.” This time I lost count of how many sniffs Luke took as Diego gripped his ass firmly and poked at his hole, pressing the tip of his cock into him but never fully breaching his tight ring. The hum of the milker mixed with Luke’s muffled cries and the creak of the saddle stand in the overheated barn. I could tell he was tripping on the rush of the poppers, drugs, and weed and was ready for Diego to fuck him raw but unable to do anything about it.

“What do you think Señor Luke? Are you ready to become my bitch?”

I could hear Luke whimpering as he nodded his head and tried to answer but was unable to with my cock down his throat. Finally, taking pity on the poor bastard, I pulled my cock free as he gasped and yelled, “Yes! Fuck me, please… fuck me. I need your cock in me; fuck me hard!”

Miguel was quick to shove the popper bottle up against Luke’s nose again for a few more hits as I stood back and stroked my cock in awe of what was unfolding in front of me. 

“All you had to do was ask… bitch,” as Diego buried his cock to the hilt in one smooth thrust. Luke was riding another popper rush as he screamed in response. Without a pause, Diego pulled his cock out to slam it into Luke once again, and again, riding him harder than I had ever witnessed. 

Luke was yelling, “Fuck, fuck, fuck… Oh yeah, fuck me! Fuck…”” 

I was impressed with Diego’s wiry athleticism as he pummeled Luke mercilessly, taking revenge for all the taunting and abuse he had faced at the ranch, slamming his thick cock into Luke as he fucked him like a piston while his sinewy muscles strained. Both men were covered in a sheen of sweat as Diego’s hips slammed into his ass, making his powerful glutes shudder with the impact. Miguel had joined me up on the wooden box as we both jerked off watching his nephew destroy Luke’s ass. 

Just as I sensed Luke might be close to cumming, Diego signaled for his uncle to turn off the milker and pulled his shaft out of Luke’s hole, leaving just the head gripped by his puckered ring. “Okay, I think that’s enough.”

I glanced down to see Luke’s eye widen in shock and disappointment seconds away from an earth-shattering orgasm as he yelled, “No…!”

“What’s the matter, bitch? Does your pussy need some more pounding? I never realized you were such a whore for cock before.”

Poor Luke was practically in tears as he whimpered, trying unsuccessfully to push back into Diego’s cock. For his part, Diego was keeping his cockhead gripped by his ass but wouldn’t give him an inch more. “Please, Diego, don’t stop. Please fuck me, I’m so close…”

“Not such a big man now, are you? It’s hard to believe you’re the same piece of shit that’s been picking on me all summer long and mistreating my Uncle and Señor Mack.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise. I’ve learned my lesson, I swear, but please… fuck me!”

“So no more being a douchebag, picking on others, and making everyone’s life hell?”

“Yes, I promise!”

I could tell Diego was gently teasing his cockhead in and out of Luke’s hole with barely perceivable thrusts as they talked. It was just enough to remind him what he was missing and keep his ass teased and greased.

“Will you be my bitch and available for a fuck or to suck my cock whenever I ask?”

“Yes!” I could see Diego was pushing in slightly more and pulling back, stretching Luke’s tight ring with the head of his big cock. Luke was panting in frustration, dying to feel Diego’s tool deep inside his hole again.

“Will you do the same for my amigos?”

“Yes, but just fuck me. Please!”

“Oh, okay. I guess we can pick up where we left off then. Uncle, can you give Luke another round of poppers and then turn the milker back on? Take your time.”

While Luke sighed in relief, Miguel slowly unscrewed the popper bottle and held it up to his nose. “Okay, I’m going to want you to take 5 sniffs per nostril and hold your breath. Do you think you can do that?”

“Yes, yes. Just fucking hurry!”

“Easy, boy, we’ve got lots of time.”

Luke groaned in frustration and tried to focus on one thing; Diego’s big cock slamming into his hole. When Miguel finally held up the popper bottle, Luke sniffed deeply, following his instructions to the letter. I could see Diego was still rocking and teasing his cockhead at Luke’s entrance, waiting for him to finish. Once done, Miguel told him to hold his breath as he reached for the milker remote and turned it back on, causing Luke to jump as his cock was once again sucked and teased by the machine.

Miguel smiled at Luke and said, “Okay, you can breathe.”

With an explosion of breath, Diego took the opportunity to slide back into Luke’s ass, driving his cock deep and slamming his balls against Luke’s. Luke was in heaven with Diego’s cock once again buried in his hole. “Fuck yeah… that’s it. Don’t stop, fuck me!” I couldn’t believe how thoroughly Miguel and his nephew had humiliated, punished, and owned Luke. It felt like he might actually change his behavior after this experience. Regardless, Luke was taking Diego’s big cock like a champ as he got railed by his former victim. While Miguel and I both stroked our cocks and watched, Diego gripped his ass cheeks and punished his hole. 

Based on the moans coming from Diego and Luke, they were close as Diego slammed into him and, with one final scream, began to unload into his well-worn hole. Luke had also reached the point of no return as he pressed his bubble butt back into Diego’s cock, trying to get more of this wiry stud’s thick tool up his ass. His eyes were closed as he moaned and rocked while the milker worked his cock, and he climaxed for the second time today. I heard the tone of the milker change and looked up to see Luke’s thick, white load moving along the clear tubes of the milker heading for the glass holding canister. I was impressed with the size of his load making its way through the tubes.

Both Miguel and I moaned, overwhelmed by the hot scene in front of us, and with a nod to each other, began to spray our loads onto Luke’s disheveled face. Despite cumming earlier, I was still able to shoot 6 or 7 shots of thick cum across his face, but I lost count of how many blasts of cum Miguel sprayed onto him, with some even making it to his back. Cum was dripping everywhere from his face as he tried to catch his breath and see through the double facial. I leaned forward and rested my twitching cock on Luke’s lip as he latched onto my cockhead and sucked hungrily on my tool, while Miguel pressed his cock forward eager for his turn. With my cock sucked clean, he opened his mouth to let it slip free and eagerly slurped in Miguel’s cock while his nephew humped Luke’s ass, emptying the last of his load. He couldn’t get enough of our two cocks as we took turns fucking his mouth, enjoying the stimulation after our recent loads. 

Luke was no longer showing any hesitancy to any of this. I realized there really was no further need of the ropes binding him to the stand, and we had definitely taught him a lesson. Hopefully, he’d make some changes in his attitude going forward and never do something as stupid as doping Shadow again. Also, I had the feeling Luke might be up for more action regardless of whether we forced it on him or not.

“Hold on, Luke, I’m going to untie you so you can clean up your face,” as I reached for the ropes binding Luke’s powerful arms.

“Wait, Mack! Um… hold on.”

I paused while reaching for the knots to look up at him. “Yeah, what is it Luke? Are you okay?”

“No, I’m good. I just, uh… wanted to ask you something first.”

“Sure, man, go for it.”

“Okay, first of all, I know I’ve been an asshole this summer, but I was hurt and angry that Sam would bring in outside help for Moon Shadow, and when you showed up after meeting you the night before, I couldn’t believe my shitty luck. The hot guy I had been flirting with, who ran out on me without saying goodbye, shows up at Sam’s. I was more angry at myself than anything, but I decided to take it out on you, along with the rest of the ranch, and I realize now that was unfair.”

Noting that Luke had called me a hot guy, I replied, “Hey, that’s okay, Luke. I wish I had handled things differently. I really wanted to get to know the friendly, handsome cowboy at the bar, and I wish I had stayed. Let’s just say we both could have handled things differently. Can I untie you now?”

“No, wait, that’s just it; that’s what I wanted to ask you. Truth be told, I’ve wanted you since the moment I first saw you. Despite the effort I’ve put into being a dick since you arrived, I’ve never stopped checking you out and wishing we could get together. When I first realized I was tied to the bench, I thought I was having a horny bondage dream where you were going to do hot things to my body and make me beg to cum. To be honest, I’ve had quite a few hot dreams about you, including one recent wet dream. When I realized I actually was tied up hard and naked with you playing with my cock and blowing on my ass, I thought I might actually shoot my load on the spot.” Taking a deep breath, Luke finished. “What I’m trying to say is… can you keep me tied up and punish me some more? I want it so bad, Mack, and my cock is still hard as a rock.”

I looked at Luke’s cum-covered face in shock. Was this hot, muscled, stud who probably weighed twice as much as I did, asking us to keep him bound and tease, torment, and fuck him some more? I felt my cock lurch, and a glob of pre-cum oozed from the head of my still hard cock. “Are you sure, Luke? It might just be the drugs talking. Maybe we should wait until they wear off first?”

“Oh, the drugs are making me feel things alright; my cock feels like a fucking tire iron, but it’s just dialing up what is already there. I’ve never been so horny in my life despite what you’ve already done to me, and the idea of having you, along with Diego and Miguel, tease and… dominate me while I’m helpless makes me hotter than a bitch in heat. This is more than the drugs, Mack. I want this, and while I’ve never said this to anyone before, I want all three of you to fucking own me. I want it and need it so bad, even if I’m surprised to hear those words coming out of my mouth.

“Fuck, Luke, I think that can be arranged. Right, boys?” Miguel and Diego grinned back in agreement.

“Thank you, Mack. I have one confession to make though… I never doped Shadow. I tried to tell you before, but you gagged me and then kept my mouth filled with cock. After that, it didn’t really matter anymore.”

“What do you mean you didn’t drug Moon Shadow? You told me you had drugged his water pail. That’s why I asked Sam to postpone the race, spiked your beer, and, you know… tied you up. Didn’t you dope Moon Shadow’s water?”

“No, I mean yes. I mean, I mixed up the drugs in my water bottle and poured most of it into his drinking pail, but I couldn’t give it to him even to make you look bad and poured it out at the last minute. I feel like a shit for even considering it.”

I looked at Luke in shock, realizing we had little justification for drugging and restraining this man all afternoon.

“Shit, Luke, I was out of line to put you through what we did. I should have just talked to you.”

“Fuck no, Mack. I wouldn’t change a thing about the last couple hours, and I’m looking forward to the next few, if you guys are still willing.”

“I don’t know Miguel and Diego; he still sounds like a bossy bitch to me. Maybe we’d better put the gag back in and teach him a few more lessons, but we should probably clean up his face first.”

We heard a voice say, “I’ll do it,” and looked up to see Sam back in the barn, with his fly unzipped and his hard cock in his hand as he watched us.

“Sorry, boys, I couldn’t keep away. I’d be happy to clean up Luke’s face and then gag him for you.”

“Go for it, boss, he’s all yours.” Sam smiled and walked over to Luke and crouched down on the box to examine his cum-covered face. 

“Here, boy, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Meanwhile, Diego had finally slipped his cock from Luke’s abused ass and stepped down while Miguel adjusted the speed of the milker still faithfully sliding up and down Luke’s rigid cock, sucking and slurping at his greased cock. Miguel slapped his beefy ass and said, “Anybody mind if I take a ride on this colt? Other than Sam, I think I’m the only one who hasn’t fucked him yet.”

“I was thinking of doing another round, but be my guest Miguel; I’ll take the next shift.”

Miguel moved into position and started to slide his still hard cock into Luke’s slick hole as he groaned, and Diego grabbed the bottle of poppers. Looking up at me, Miguel shyly offered, “If you don’t feel like waiting, Señor Mack, you don’t need to,” as he indicated the space behind him.

Surprised but turned on by his offer, I responded, “Hell yeah, why not,” as I dragged another wooden box into position behind Miguel and climbed up behind the wiry Mexican, sliding my lubed hard cock up and down his the crack in his muscular ass.

I heard moaning and looked up to see Sam was energetically cleaning up the cum from Luke’s face with his tongue, pausing to share the cum with Luke in a passionate kiss as their tongues intermingled. Sam seemed determined to lick up every drop as he methodically moved across his face, loudly slurping and swallowing our loads and pausing to share it with Luke. It was kind of hot watching my boss eat my load again, along with Miguel’s. The man loved cum, apparently.

“Nephew, bring me that little bottle. Señor Mack has a grande pene, and I may need some courage.” With my cock eagerly pressing against Miguel’s puckered rim, he took a deep sniff of poppers, repeating with the other nostril and then doing it again. He handed the bottle back to Diego and let out his breath, turning to me, “Now, Señor. I am ready.”

As my cock pressed forward, stretching Miguel’s hole, my weight pushed him into Luke. It felt like I was fucking both of them as they both moaned in pleasure. I pulled back and repeated my thrust into Miguel, forcing him to do the same to Luke. What a fucking rush. Diego took the opportunity to crouch down behind me and shove his tongue into my crack while playing with my low-hanging balls. Oh yeah. I was moaning as I slid into Miguel’s tight hole and on the return as Diego slobbered around my hole and stretched my tight ring with his tongue. Fuck, this boy could eat ass.

After thoroughly stretching my hole with his tongue, I felt Diego jump up onto the box behind me as he gripped my hips and positioned his lubed cock between my cheeks. What the hell? This time as I pulled my dick from Miguel’s ass, I was greeted by a thick cockhead, pressing into my hole.

“Señor, snort some of this,” as Diego held up the poppers to my nose. I was enjoying fucking Miguel and Luke by extension too much to protest. Fuck it. I grabbed the bottle and sniffed deeply, pulling the strong fumes into my lungs. “Again, Señor Mack.” I did what he asked and deeply inhaled more of the poppers. “Hold your breath… okay, now, let it out.” I hadn’t taken poppers for years and was surprised by the force of the rush that hit me. My cock throbbed deliciously at the sensation of sliding my shaft into Miguel’s tight hole. More importantly, I felt my tight ring relax as Diego pressed into me with his thick cock. Why did this feel so good? I was strictly a top!

“Oh fuck… what are you doing to me, Diego? Damn.” I was riding the popper rush and getting off on the sensation of Diego sliding his big cock into me, filling my hole and driving my own cock forward into Miguel. All I had to do was stand still while Diego fucked me and his uncle impaled himself on my cock as my nerve endings soared. I noticed Sam had finished cleaning up Luke and was now gagging him with his dick. I guess we weren’t specific on what to use for a gag. All five of us were groaning as we moved in sync in the heat of the barn. The poor saddle stand was creaking and wobbling with the force of our fucking, while the damn milker mercilessly churned away on Luke’s ever-hard cock while he moaned around Sam’s cock as he fucked his mouth.

I couldn’t believe I was getting fucked by Miguel’s flamboyant nephew, but I was loving it regardless. For now, I just wanted to enjoy the ride sandwiched between a Mexican torta while my sexy cowboy got pounded and milked again. It even crossed my mind that I might let the newly rehabilitated Luke fuck me with his big cock at some point, if it felt this good. Maybe he wasn’t the only colt to be broken today, but either way, I was looking forward to spending more time with my cowboy.

I felt Diego’s grip increase as he moaned loudly and sprayed a hot load of cum in my ass. I couldn’t take any more stimulation and shot my third load of the day into the older Mexican as my hole clenched tightly around Diego’s spasming cock. I heard Miguel, Luke and Sam moaning as they soon afterwards shot their loads and once again I was fascinated watching Luke’s load move along the clear tubing heading for the milking machine reservoir while Sam pulled his cock out of Luke’s mouth and sprayed cum all over his just cleaned face.

As we collectively caught our breath and untangled our dicks from each other, I looked up to see Sam licking his own cum off Luke’s face and sharing it with him in a sloppy cum kiss. I was starting to get the idea that Sam was a bit of cum pig. “You know, Boss, we can get you a rag if you’d rather.”

Grinning, Sam licked his lips, swallowed, and said, “I prefer the personal touch, Mack. Never let it be said that one of my colts was rode hard and put away wet. Now speaking of loads, how about some of that fresh cream you promised me?” as he eyed my plump, but well-used cock. Fuck, I was going to need some of Luke’s Viagra at this rate. It was going to be a long, hot, sweaty afternoon but luckily I loved my job.

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What a phenomenal weekend with my fisting friend Steve. I consider him my fisting mentor. When we met four years ago I’d only been able to take four fingers in my ass. With practice, patience, and perseverance, I’ve become a real fisting whore. All of which has been documented through my many fisting stories on this site.

I’ve been telling Steve for months that my fantasy is to become as subhuman as possible, and to just be his “hole”.

Steve was a little hesitant because a responsible top looks for a bottom’s body responses in order to determine how things are going. Too rough, too soft, too deep, etc.. After a long discussion, I convinced Steve that he was the only man on earth I trusted to make my wish come true.

I’d been fantasizing a lot about wearing just a latex body suit with an open ass slit and holes for my nose so I could either wear a gas mask or sniff poppers. I also wanted to be completely sightless and wear ear buds to pump in Hunger FF’s fisting play list. And…yes, I did want a booty bump, too. Steve is the only person I really trust implicitly to give up complete control in this way.

So…we checked our schedules and made it happen just last weekend. I took an Uber to Steve’s place late Friday night and took all of my toys and accessories with me.

Of course I’d douched at home, but I didn’t want change into a latex body suit until I was where I needed to be.

Steve and I talked some over a beer. Then I stripped completely naked, Steve pulled off his shirt.

To get us in the mood, Steve and I blew some clouds and made out some.

He told me to get my suit on and he took several crystals and placed them into a shot glass of water.

When I was fully dressed, we smoked another round of crystals and finished our beers.

“Ok, I think it’s time for you to get in the sling”, Steve said.

I hopped in, Steve helped place the mask over my face and a blindfold. I felt him insert a little lube up my ass with his fingers and then the medicine dropper was inserted deep into my hole. I felt the tingle of the chemicals pass through me. Steve did that twice more to make sure everything from the shot glass was now in my rectum. This was gonna get wild for sure.

As we waited for the chemicals to work their magic, I heard Steve’s movements. Probably he was laying out some toys, putting out some pads, getting the lube ready. He placed the gas mask on my chest and put the bottle of IronFist in my hand.

After 15 minutes or so, Steve placed the headphones over my ears and in a few seconds, the playlist started.

I found myself quickly losing my grasp on reality, and I was feeling like I was floating away.

Steve inserted a big vial of lube inside me and once he’d taken it out, I was desperate to be filled.

Steve didn’t bother to rim me, or finger me, or to slowly work his way into my hole. Instead I felt a closed fist, knuckles first, pass right through me and quickly Steve was  wrist deep! My pig hole was ready for it and then some.

I’m sure I was groaning from how amazing that initial pass felt, but I couldn’t hear myself.

What I did was reposition myself so my ass was open wider and I was physically riding Steve’s fist.

I told Steve beforehand I wanted to be destroyed, complete ass annihilation without mercy. I assured him that whatever he would give me, I could handle it. I had provided him complete consent.

I took a bit hit of poppers and hell if I wasn’t flying! Every sense in my body became alive and Steve wasted no time throwing full on closed fist punches right up my pig cunt. My cunt lips parted like the Red Sea, pliable and hungry.

It started with only one fist, but eventually evolved to a left, right, left, right, series of very hard blows, ending with his right fist completely blowing out my pussy lips. It felt like nirvana to me. I was finally feeling like the faggot cunt pig hole I always wanted to be, mentally and physically.  I reached down to touch those pussy lips and they were so swollen in only a few minutes.

Steve’s free hand guided my hand back to my nose for another hit of poppers and he rode the wave with me, this time his right forearm punched all the way to his elbow, stretching me with the fattest part of his forearm. Steve’s forearms are not for the faint hearted, he was always a gym rat, so very muscled and thick. The grooves of his corded forearm were adding to the wondrous sensations permeating my body. Steve started a series of full forearm pussy punches, and as the hypnotic beats played in my ear, I was heading in the direction I needed to go, taking me to a deep the level of depravity I often fantasized about when I masturbated. I was reduced to a human punching bag. I wasn’t signaling for Steve to stop. I was getting completely cunt wrecked, and I didn’t want it to end.

I gripped the chains on each side of the sling and pushed myself further down on that forearm and well past the elbow. I was so ravenous and

worked up, Steve just let me keep lowering myself until my cunt swallowed his bicep.

Fucking bliss!

I threw my hands back over my head and let myself go completely. Steve pushed the sling back and soon it was rocking swiftly. My cunt hole was so open and so deep, I was taking full on beyond elbow-depth blows, sending me to another plane, one that made me disconnect from myself. I imagined my body as a giant manhole and a gigantic drill was driving through it.

All of this within twenty minutes! I was just getting started and needed much, much more.

Sensing I was in no way fighting Steve off or holding him back, Steve knew what I desperately needed. Steve could read my body as we’d hooking up many times.

He paused for a moment only to place the gas mask in my hand. I tucked the poppers to my side and fumbled to pull the mask on, and then the headphones over that.

I’d poured a healthy amount of amyl on a cotton ball just before we got started. Once I’d successfully placed the mask over my face and tightened it, the aroma hit me hard.  I was now orbiting over the earth, feeling my pig cunt crave more punishment, more of anything, a quench I just can’t even explain.

My cunt was saying everything I couldn’t, Steve was right on it. Two closed fists savagely penetrated it punching through causing bursts of light and colors to appear under the blindfold. I felt like I was in heaven and it felt wonderful.

I had to flip off the mask after some deep, deep hits and Steve didn’t let up. Double full fisted punches opened me up, my pliable tunnel taking them wrist deep, and still I was chasing those fists, wanting them to go deeper, further, harder, more. I was completely out of my mind!

It really was a pity there wasn’t another top with us because I was primed to go for a triple fisting. That said, I did lay out some of my toys for Steve to use on me. I had a 12 inch toy with a series of nubs that widened at each interval, widest at the base. I was coming down from the gas mask high, Steve pulled one of his fists out and I felt him insert that toy over his still embedded fist. I can’t find words to describe the sheer joy as he slowly wormed and twisted it inch by inch inside my cored out hole.

Once it fully inserted all the way to its base, Steve’s free hand tapped my wrist, signaling for me to popper up. I put the mask back on and once again I was transformed into another life form. It felt supernatural  when Steve’s fingers pried into my manhole of a cunt, the music pounding in my ears, illuminations of colorful spheres under my fluttering eye lids. I wanted to scream out, “more! Please more!”, and maybe I did, or maybe I didn’t, but soon I felt the pussy walls expanding, four fingers stretching, pulling, prying their way inside, wanting to find a comfortable opening to join the other fist and the toy.

The mask worked miracles and with a few final heavy inhales, I threw the mask off, held the chains tightly and pushed myself over Steve’s now closed second fist. This was some deep, deep stretching now, both forearms below and above the toy. Steve’s fingers opened enough to get a good firm grip and then it happened.

Steve dared to go there. True and utter ass destruction ensured. Hard, deep, penetrating punches! I was deliciously delirious. This was an absolute mindfuck! I started pissing inside the latex uncontrollably. My little locked nub lost all bodily control and the velvety warmth soothed me.

It had been just about an hour now and the heavy beats in my ears stopped.

Likely after going this hard for an hour straight had fatigued Steve, and I was slowly recovering from his brutality, that I asked for, that I needed.

Steve slowly pulled one of his fists out of my hole completely, then used that free hand to pull out the toy, and ultimately the second fist. My hole was feeling so empty, and when I reached down to touch it, to feel it, it felt ruined. I loved it!

Steve removed the headphones from my ears and removed the blindfold.

He just looked at my face and smiled, a wicked, evil smile.

“Hey buddy, how you feeling?”

I was so lost, I could barely move my mouth.

“Goood”, I whispered.

“Don’t move. Just stay there while I take a breather.”

A few seconds later, Steve approached me in the sling and said, “let’s keep this cunt nice and open”, and he slid one of my widest new toys, Mr. Hankey’s Butt Bolt XXL. I’d taken it only once before with lots of warming up and lots of poppers, but this time it took little to no effort at all. Steve spun it in me until it was all in and watched me stretch around it, taking my feet out of the stirrups so I could find a way to push my legs back and enjoy the stuffing.

I wasn’t paying all that much attention to Steve. He knew I was chemically induced and incapable of coherent conversation. He sipped on a cold beer and sat on a chair across from the sling watching me pleasuring myself. I was fucking myself with this enormous toy. In my right mind, I’d find it impossible, but I wasn’t in my right mind. I was a gooned out chem filled hole.

Steve eventually forced some water down my throat and I drank it sloppily, spilling some on the latex.

“Damn boy, you stink. Your piss is killing me!”

Steve somehow helped me take the latex suit off and did so with that wide as fuck plug up my swine hole.

Steve took a warm washcloth to my groin and my thighs, cleaning off the drying piss, and he put my latex suit in his tub.

“Do you want to stop?”, I somehow asked in a moment of clarity.

“No, I just needed a break, but I’m good for another round if you want more?””

“Please.”

“I thought you’d say that.”

Steve took a swig of beer and pulled the plug out. Then his fingers explored the perimeter.

“Damn, I really did fuck this hole up! That was unbelievable. I can’t believe you took all those punches!”

“It was wild! Thank you!”

I felt like I had this stupid smile on my face.

“I know what you need.”

Steve got up, set the empty beer bottle down and lit the pipe.  Steve knelt under my ass, spread my cheeks in his hands and blew clouds right up and into my wrecked gaping asshole.

Inspired by a fresh round of T, Steve’s mischievous look excited me.

“You ready for more pig?”, he asked.

“Fuck yeah!”

Steve looked like he was contemplating his next move. After about 30 seconds, I watched him take a seat on the floor below the sling. I was feeling no pain but I was still with it enough to realize what Steve was about to do. Steve spread lots of lube all over his left foot.

When he nodded, I took a deep hit of IronFist and he pressed his toes right at my back door. Steve pushed his butt closer and closer as his toes delved deeper. The width of his foot felt just utterly spectacular, awakening all the nerve endings in my cunt.

Steve was gently feeding my pig hole. We’d made it well past the toes by now, two-thirds of his foot had been easy going.

I was still very, very intoxicated, and in this state, limits were not something on my mind. I refreshed my brain with more huffs and demanded, “kick my cunt open man! Beat it up!”

I reached down as far as I could to position Steve’s foot so I could actually sit over it, and he once again, repositioned himself so I could. Once his foot found its way in, I looked down and saw just his ankle. I’d taken my first entire foot!

My hands flew behind my head as I rode the wave of absolute ecstasy, Steve rocked the sling to and fro, my cunt lips parted like butter, and within minutes, Steve literally was kicking my ass, and at the same time, kicking me all the way to moon and beyond! It was exquisite.

I’d closed my eyes and went with it.

And when I thought I hit a peak, I felt something stretching my pig cunt hole even wider! Steve’s fingers from his right hand! He looked like a contortionist down there, flexing his body to both foot fuck me and fist me at the very same time.  Steve left his foot inserted as he blew out my pussy and once again I was pissing everywhere. Steve somehow took my penis in his mouth and drank straight from the tap my chemically infused urine.

Two filthy pigs at the height of depravity, not in our right minds in any way shape or form, acting on instinct, experiencing pure joy. This was straight out of my most imaginative of crazy sex fantasies, but here I was and here he was and it was happening. It certainly will be a scene I will remember for the rest of my life, probably to never happen again.

After I had no more piss in my bladder to feed him, Steve pulled his fist out, then his foot.

The slowly took to his feet, leaned on the chains of the sling for support, lubed up his right hand all the way to this elbow, and hammered his way inside.

I took a hit again, Steve paused for ten seconds, and while leaning in to hug me, his right hand delivered severe, devastating, gut rearranging punches, truly obliterating my greedy gape and after I had to beg him to stop, Steve yanked his fist out and the biggest rosebud I ever produced formed.

Steve was enamored by it, he kissed it and blew on it, touched it.

Then he balled his fist up and blew it out again, just as hard, just as deep, just as long, then he yanked it out again…even bigger rosebud bloomed. Twice more and felt like I needed a break.

Steve looked exhausted. I needed to get out of the sling as my legs were starting to cramp.

With deliberate effort to move onto Steve’s bed, we fumbled our way there and dropped like two sacks of meat. Toys, lube, poppers were all within our reach.

Steve might have been tired but he was a great host and said he’d love to rest and watch me go at it myself. Both of us were still wound up from the uppers, so he wasn’t sleepy, just needed to recharge physically. Fist topping is a physical sport, and with Steve being nearly 70, he was pushing himself.

I reached over Steve and my hand connected to my Hydra seahorse dildo. This was pretty thick and long. It actually went in me way too easily.

“Put your fist inside, too!”, Steve demanded. I dipped my hand in the vat of lube and I pressed some of my own fingers inside of my ass. Steve pushed on the base of the toy to keep it in place while my hand explored my hole. I never in my life punched my own hole out, but on this night, I ruined it. I was howling like a monkey, in a drug induced craze, beating up my own guts. I was once again leaking streams of piss on the rubber sheet.

Suddenly, Steve pulled my wrist away.

“Let me back in this pussy!” He demanded.

Steve pulled out the toy, and got into position. I was flipped over so my ass was up and my head was down on a pillow and Steve clasped his hands together into one giant cannonball, and pushed elbow deep and out, deep, long, clamped handed blows that sent stars to my brain. I was incomprehensible, babbling like a fool, my mouth drooling. It was off the charts. I can’t recall I time I was this uninhibited.

When Steve concluded this round, my rosebud once again made an appearance and Steve once again shoved his face into it.

At this point we must have been going five to six hours. Time has a way of escaping when you’re in the heat of this sort of vibe. It was Steve who decided I needed a break.

We laid side by side, I felt like I was still on another life plane, like some apparition, my head was spinning, my body tingled all over. And my cunt, gaped and absolutely destroyed was still throbbing.

I needed to soothe it somehow to make the ache stop.

I took Steve’s hand and had him shove it right back up inside of me.

“Please”, I begged. “Just leave it in there until I fall asleep”.

Steve caressed my shoulder and did as I asked.

I remember nodding off for several hours, and when I awoke, it was nearly noon. The sun was shining brightly and the glare was killing my eyes.

Steve was not in bed. I heard him in the bathroom. By the sound of it, I concluded he was washing the various toys we had used. I was curious to feel my rectum and without looking at it, it was still gaped, lips very swollen, there was no doubt it had taken quite a beating. I was also still a bit high.

Steve finally appeared, wearing black shorts, the toys wrapped in a towel.

“How you doing buddy?”, he asked.

“I feel great. That was a wild night, huh?”

“It was. Did you enjoy it?”

“Very much, you?”

“Definitely. How’s your hole?”

“It feels pretty ravaged, wanna see?”

“I do.”

I flipped onto my stomach.

Steve’s fingers felt around the perimeter of my cunt hole.

“Not too bad. I mean, it definitely looks used, but I thought it was gonna be worse.”

Steve didn’t stop playing in my hole.

“Is it sore?”

“No, not really.”

“You know…I could be up for more if you have no plans today.”

“Really? You sure?”

“Oh yeah, I’m very sure. You know, maybe I could call James and see if he’s available.”

“Yeah”, that would be fun…

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If anyone asked, Clark was just my work friend. A really good one, okay? The kind who always had a granola bar when you forgot lunch, sent the spiciest memes during meetings, and could make the printer work without violence.

He also sat next to me. Which meant I saw a lot of him, literally and metaphorically. I knew the smell of his cologne. I knew the way he tapped his fingers when he was deep in thought. I knew that he always left his top button open, and sometimes, when the afternoon sun hit just right, I caught glimpses of a tan line just beneath his collarbone.

Not that I noticed. I mean, not really.

So when we got sent to a seminar in another city, two days, all expenses paid, very corporate, very beige, I was excited. Time away from our annoying team lead. A free hotel buffet. And Clark. Chill, funny, impossible-to-be-bored-around Clark.

The room was bigger than I expected, with one king-sized bed sitting in the middle like it owned the place.

Clark stepped in beside me, dropped his duffel, and whistled low. “Wow. Fancy.”

I laughed. “Yeah. Super romantic.”

“Oh no, did I forget the rose petals?” he deadpanned. “God, I always do that.”

I shook my head, grinning. Same old Clark, flirty by default, always joking. No butterflies. No stomach flips. Just warm friendship and sarcastic banter.

And then he started unzipping his hoodie.

And… didn’t stop.

He peeled off his T-shirt like it was nothing, and suddenly, I was very aware that I’d never actually seen Clark shirtless before. I mean, not really.

His body was… well, unfair.

Lean muscle, sculpted like he jogged in the mornings and had angry gym sex at night. A trail of dark hair led from his abs downward, disappearing into the waistband of his jeans like it had secrets.

My throat went dry. Oh.

“Dude,” Clark said, catching me mid-stare. “You okay?”

I blinked. “Yeah. Yeah. Just surprised you strip the second you see a bed.”

He grinned. “Can’t help it. Something about hotels just makes me feral.”

It was a joke. It had to be. But my ears felt hot.

He turned away, digging through his bag for fresh clothes, and I finally breathed again. Okay. So Clark was hot. Objectively. Big deal. I could handle this. We were just friends.

I pulled off my sweater and jeans, swapping them for the only clean shorts I had, soft cotton, kind of short. Whatever. I was mid-way through tugging them up when I heard a low whistle behind me.

“Jacob,” Clark said, his voice like a smirk. “Didn’t know you were packing a monster.”

“What?!”

I spun around, and there he was, shirtless and smug, eyes unapologetically fixed on the bulge in my shorts.

“I—what—no—it’s just the fabric,” I stammered.

He raised an eyebrow. “Sure, man. The ‘fabric.’ That’s what they all say.”

I wanted the ground to eat me. Or at least offer me a supportive hoodie.

“You’re such a dick,” I muttered, tugging at my waistband.

Clark leaned casually against the dresser, still shirtless, still impossible. “I mean, if I’d known what was under those khakis, I might’ve flirted harder at work.”

He was joking. Probably. But it landed differently this time.

My heart thudded. Not in panic. Not quite.

“You flirt with everyone,” I said, arms crossed. “It’s, like, your brand.”

He tilted his head. “True. But I don’t always mean it.”

“And now?”

A pause. A beat longer than friendly.

“I don’t know,” he said slowly, eyes tracing my face. “Something about this room. Or maybe just seeing you out of your accountant-core clothes.”

“I’m not an accountant,” I muttered.

“But you dress like one. A hot one, apparently.”

I laughed despite myself, too flustered to be annoyed. Clark’s gaze lingered, heat in it now, and not the fake kind he used at happy hour.

I suddenly noticed how close we were. Just a few feet. One bed between us. No cubicles. No office air conditioning to cool the tension curling between us like steam.

“You wanna check out the hotel steam room?” Clark asked, voice low and casual. Too casual.

“What?”

“There’s one downstairs. I saw it in the brochure,” he said, already walking toward the bathroom to grab a towel. “You look like you need to sweat some things out.”

I should’ve said no. I should’ve made a joke, deflected, laughed it off like we always did.

But instead I nodded. “Yeah. Sure. Sounds good.”

As he disappeared into the bathroom again, I caught myself in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed. My chest tight. And somewhere beneath the nervous energy, a thrill I hadn’t expected.

Clark was my friend.

But maybe, just maybe, tonight he was something else.

We found the locker room tucked behind the hotel’s deserted pool. It was modern, tiled in sleek gray and silver, the air already warm from the steam filtering in from the adjacent door.

Clark was in front of me, tossing his gym bag onto the bench with a thud. He stretched his arms overhead and yawned. His T-shirt rode up just enough to reveal a sliver of skin, the ridged lines of his lower abs peeking out like an accident I was never supposed to see.

“You ever been in one of these steam rooms?” he asked, kicking off his sneakers.

“Nope,” I said, trying to sound casual and not distracted. “First time.”

“You’re in for a treat. Hot, wet, slippery. Just like your search history, I imagine.”

I rolled my eyes, but my laugh came out a little too breathless.

We started undressing. I peeled off my shirt quickly, then hesitated with my shorts. I glanced sideways. Clark had already taken off his shirt and stood there in just his black boxer briefs, his back turned as he rifled through his bag.

His body was… yeah. It was a whole thing.

Broad shoulders. Tapered waist. That clean line from his ribs to his hips. A strong, sculpted back that looked like it could carry emotional baggage and lift heavy boxes.

I turned toward the lockers, facing away, and wrapped the towel around my waist before sliding off my shorts and underwear underneath. Quick, clinical. The towel was secure before I stood straight again.

I turned. And instantly regretted it.

Clark had already stripped. Completely. He stood facing me, nude, towel still in his hand, not even pretending to cover up. I blinked hard.

“Seriously?” I said, voice cracking like a preteen.

“What?” He smirked, that insufferably confident grin on his face. “You changing in the towel like a shy boy at summer camp?”

I tried not to stare but that was like trying not to notice a meteor crashing through your living room. His chest was lightly dusted with hair, thick in the middle and tapering down in a line over abs that looked ridiculously tight. His cock hung thick and soft between his thighs, swaying a little as he moved, completely unbothered. Confident. At ease in his skin in a way I had never been.

He slung the towel around his hips eventually, but not before I got an eyeful. Or five.

“Ready?” he asked, already heading toward the steam room entrance.

I cleared my throat. “Yup. Super ready. Very ready.”

He pushed open the door and a thick wave of heat rolled over us. It was like stepping into fog that wanted to flirt with you. Warm, heavy, humid. Visibility dropped almost instantly, but the interior was softly lit with a golden glow behind the mist.

We were alone.

The room had wide stone benches lining the walls and a faint eucalyptus scent hanging in the air, clean and sharp beneath the sweat-heavy heat. Clark walked to the far side and sat down, legs apart, arms resting over the back of the bench like a sun-drenched Roman god.

I sat across from him, doing my best to keep my towel in place and my eyes higher than his shoulders.

“You’re tense,” he said after a moment, steam curling through his hair.

“I’m not tense,” I lied, my voice slightly strangled.

“You’ve got a death grip on that towel like it owes you money.”

I glanced down. My knuckles were white.

“You’re so chill about all this,” I muttered.

He shrugged. “Nudity’s natural. So is staring, by the way.”

“I’m not staring.”

“Sure you’re not.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, which did exactly nothing to keep my eyes from drifting lower. His towel rode up slightly and I looked away so hard my neck cracked.

“This is fine,” I said out loud. “Totally normal work trip behavior.”

“You’re the one who booked the spa suite,” he said with a wink.

I laughed despite myself. “I literally did not.”

“Details.” He stretched again, arms long, chest rising. Sweat glistened on his skin and I hated how much I noticed every single drop.

“You ever… uh…” I hesitated.

He arched a brow. “Spit it out.”

“You ever… done anything with a guy?”

He tilted his head. “Yeah. A few times.”

My heart kicked a little harder in my chest. “Oh.”

“You haven’t, I’m guessing?”

“No.” My voice was soft now. “Not really.”

“You curious?”

I hesitated. Then nodded.

“That’s hot,” he said, completely serious, and leaned back against the wall, stretching again. “You can say that, you know. You’re allowed to want things.”

“Like what?” I asked, genuinely unsure.

He smirked. “Like… seeing me without the towel again.”

“I saw you already.”

“And you’re still blushing.”

“I’m not blushing.”

“You so are.”

I shifted in my seat, trying to discreetly adjust my own towel, which was now feeling a bit too tight, and not in a good way.

Clark looked down at my lap, then back up with a raised brow. “That towel hiding a monster bulge again?”

I groaned into my hands. “Can you not?”

He laughed. “No. It’s adorable. And very flattering.”

“Stop saying things like that.”

“Why? You’re hot. Own it.”

He said it so plainly. No teasing this time. Just truth, wrapped in steam and heat and something that made my skin buzz.

The room went quiet for a moment. Just the hiss of the steam, the steady drip of condensation, the sound of my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest.

Then Clark sighed, dramatically wiping sweat from his chest. “Shit. It’s getting too hot in here.”

I glanced up. “Yeah, it’s kind of the point.”

“No, like… really hot.”

He looked me dead in the eye.

Then undid his towel.

And dropped it.

Just like that.

He stretched again, arms behind his head, letting it all hang loose like it was the most normal thing in the world. His cock lay heavy across one thigh, thick and perfect, glistening with moisture. He sat there, completely at ease, completely naked, and completely infuriating.

I stared.

I couldn’t not.

Every inch of him was beautiful. Legs spread wide, skin gleaming, muscles relaxed but present. He looked like a sculpture that had gotten bored of standing still and decided to stretch out and start flirting with the artist.

And the whole time, he just kept talking like we were still in the locker room.

“You think they use real eucalyptus oil in here or just some spa-scented chemical spray?” he asked.

I blinked at him. “What?”

“Smells good, right?”

“You’re… you’re naked.”

“Yup.”

“And talking to me. Like… like this is normal.”

He looked around. “It kind of is.”

“This is not normal, Clark.”

He grinned. “You want it to be?”

I swallowed. My towel was suddenly very inadequate. Every part of me was lit up. Curious. Nervous. Insanely, helplessly aroused.

And he knew it.

He didn’t move closer. Didn’t pressure. Just sat there, letting me look, letting me want, letting me feel.

It was, somehow, the most seductive thing I had ever experienced.

“I don’t know what I want,” I admitted.

He smiled. “That’s fine.”

And somehow, I believed him.

The steam clung to my skin like a secret. It blurred the edges of the room but sharpened everything between us.

Clark sat there, naked, sprawled like sin on marble. His chest rose and fell with the lazy rhythm of someone who knew exactly how he looked and didn’t care that I was staring. Or maybe he did. Maybe he wanted me to.

My eyes traced him helplessly. The lines of his thighs. The sweat on his collarbone. The slow twitch of his fingers against the bench. I was trying not to look at his cock, but God help me, it was right there, thick, relaxed, resting against one thigh like it belonged in a museum behind velvet ropes and armed guards.

And then, movement.

Slow. Subtle.

But unmistakable.

It started to swell.

I blinked. Looked up, heart hammering.

Clark hadn’t stopped watching me. His gaze was easy, almost amused. His lips parted slightly, like he was just about to say something casual. Something friendly. Something that would make me laugh, except now my pulse was doing backflips and I was suddenly very aware of my own towel. Or rather, the very obvious situation underneath it.

Panic fluttered in my chest. I blurted out the first thing I could think of.

“So, uh… did you notice that eucalyptus is in everything lately? Like, even toothpaste. I mean, I guess it’s refreshing, right? But also weird. I’m not sure I want to brush my teeth with the same thing they use for koalas.”

Clark blinked slowly. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

I kept going. Desperate.

“I once bought shampoo that had eucalyptus and mint. My scalp felt like it had frostbite. And not in a fun way.”

“Jacob,” he said quietly.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

And then he kissed me.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t shy.

His mouth found mine like it had been waiting, like it had been planning this since the elevator ride, since the moment we opened the door to the one-bed room, since the second he caught me looking at him like I didn’t understand why my heart skipped when he touched my shoulder.

His hand cupped my jaw, firm and warm, fingers threading into the hair behind my ear. He tilted my head like he owned it and pressed in, lips soft but demanding.

My towel slipped.

I didn’t care.

Every part of me buzzed, lit up under his touch. His mouth moved against mine, slow at first, tasting me. He explored with intent—tongue teasing the seam of my lips, pulling a shaky sound from my throat. I opened for him, helpless. Surrendering.

His other hand slid down my chest, fingers splayed over damp skin, and I shivered. I could feel his arousal now, brushing against my thigh as he leaned closer. He was hard. So was I. Our bodies fit together in the steam, sticky and slick and perfect.

I pulled back just enough to breathe, eyes wide.

“Clark,” I whispered. My voice cracked.

His hand stayed on my chest. “Still think this is just a normal work trip?”

I laughed softly, then bit my lip when his fingers traced down, feather-light, over the center of my belly. His thumb skimmed the line of hair leading lower, and I felt my cock twitch, aching now, pressed against his leg.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, lips brushing my jaw.

I didn’t.

Instead, I kissed him.

Harder this time. Fiercer. My hands found his shoulders, then slid down the wet, muscled lines of his back. His skin was slick with sweat and steam. He tasted like heat. His tongue tangled with mine and the kiss deepened, messy now, urgent. Our hips pressed together and I moaned into his mouth when I felt how hard he was against me.

“Jesus,” I gasped, breaking the kiss.

Clark leaned back just enough to look at me. His pupils were blown wide, lips red from kissing. “You okay?”

I nodded. Then shook my head. Then nodded again. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You’re doing great,” he said, smiling. “You’ve got a natural talent.”

“I’ve never kissed a guy before.”

His hand slipped to my thigh, gripping it gently. “You want to stop?”

“No,” I said, faster than I meant to. “God, no.”

He leaned in again, slower this time. His lips brushed mine, softer now, coaxing. Like he was showing me how. His hands never stopped moving—sliding over my chest, my hips, teasing the edge of where I wanted him most.

Every nerve in my body screamed for more.

I reached for him, letting my fingers roam across his chest, over the hard plane of his stomach. He shuddered when I touched him, hips twitching forward. Our cocks brushed and we both gasped.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You feel good.”

“So do you,” I murmured.

The kiss that followed was slower, deeper. Tongue and teeth, lips dragging. He sucked gently at my bottom lip and I moaned, helpless. My hands clutched his back, sliding down to his ass, pulling him closer until our bodies were flush, cocks pressed together, hard and slick between us.

“I’ve wanted to do that all night,” he whispered.

“You could’ve warned me.”

“Would you have handled it better?”

“Nope.”

He laughed, pressing kisses down my neck now, each one hotter than the last. I tipped my head back, giving him access, the steam wrapping around us like a second skin. My heart was racing. I didn’t know where this was going but I didn’t care. I just wanted more. I wanted him.

And from the way he touched me, he wanted me too.

No hesitation. No pretending.

Just heat. And breath. And the beginning of something I hadn’t expected but was no longer afraid of.

Not with him.

Clark kissed like he wanted to learn everything about me through my mouth. Like every brush of his lips was a question and every gasp I gave was the answer he’d been hoping for. I’d kissed people before—drunken hookups in college, messy first dates—but nothing like this. This felt like melting and blooming at the same time. Like the steam around us had worked its way into my skin and was now pulsing through my veins.

We were still on the stone bench, slippery with sweat and heat, our bodies sliding together in fits and starts as the kiss deepened. His hands were everywhere—palming my chest, grazing my neck, skimming low along the curve of my back. Each touch sent a shiver through me, even though the air was thick and boiling.

“Fuck, Jacob,” he murmured, lips brushing mine. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

“You’re not… just messing with me?” I asked, breath catching as he kissed my jaw.

His hand came up to cup my face. “Do I look like I’m kidding?”

He didn’t. He looked intense, focused, wild in the best way. His pupils were wide and hungry, his skin glowing with heat and desire. Every inch of him radiated want—not just lust, but something deeper. Something that wrapped around my ribs and squeezed.

His lips moved again, trailing down my throat, slow and deliberate. He kissed along the edge of my collarbone, tasting the sweat there, and I groaned softly, gripping his shoulders for balance.

“Clark,” I whispered, barely holding onto language. “What are we doing?”

He looked up, kissed the tip of my nose. “We’re figuring things out.”

And then his mouth was on my chest.

My head dropped back with a thud against the wall as his lips found my nipple, sucking gently, his tongue circling until I gasped. No one had ever done that to me before, not like this, not with such focus. His hands slid down my sides, kneading the flesh just above my hips, pulling me closer.

Our cocks brushed again, both of us hard and leaking now, the sensation sending sparks up my spine.

I ran my fingers through his wet hair and pulled him up to kiss me again. Our mouths crashed together, messier now, our teeth clacking a little before our lips found rhythm again. His hands roamed lower, over my ass, gripping me firmly, tilting my hips against his.

“Feels so good,” I breathed into his mouth.

He chuckled. “I told you the steam room would be fun.”

“It’s basically illegal how good this feels.”

He leaned in close, his forehead pressing against mine. “Then I guess we’re committing a felony.”

And then we weren’t talking anymore.

Clark pushed me gently back against the bench, sliding down to his knees in front of me. His eyes didn’t leave mine, not even as he kissed down my chest again, his tongue following the center line of my body like a map. My legs opened instinctively, breath catching as he kissed the inside of my thigh, hot and wet and so close I could feel the heat of his breath against my cock.

I reached for him, not sure if I was going to pull him up or beg him to stay where he was.

He answered for me.

His mouth wrapped around me—slow, warm, deep.

My vision went white for a second.

“Jesus Christ,” I gasped, my head rolling back.

He took his time, mouth sliding down the length of me with practiced ease. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me steady, and he moaned softly as he moved—like he enjoyed the taste of me, like this was something he’d been craving.

The sounds alone were enough to make my knees weak. The wet, rhythmic suck of his mouth, the slow drag of his tongue, the slick slide as he bobbed his head, all of it echoing in the steam, amplified by heat and want.

My hands found his shoulders, then his hair, fingers curling tight.

“I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that,” I warned.

He pulled off with a wicked grin. “That’s kind of the idea.”

“I want—” I swallowed, panting. “I want more.”

He stood and kissed me again, slower now, letting me taste myself on his tongue. My hands roamed his body, finally bold enough to explore—his broad chest, the curve of his waist, the sharp line of his hipbones. I reached down between us and wrapped my hand around his cock, hard and slick and heavy in my palm.

He groaned into my mouth. “God, Jacob…”

I stroked him gently, watching his face twist with pleasure, feeling the power of it in my chest. He rolled his hips into my hand, eyes fluttering shut, then opened them again—dark and full of fire.

“You sure about this?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.

I nodded, heart pounding. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

We shifted, finding space on the long bench. Clark guided me down, lying beside me, his body covering mine, our legs tangled together. We kissed again, slower now, deeper, our hips rolling against each other in time with the heavy breaths we shared.

His hand moved between us, slicking us with spit and sweat, stroking us both together. Our cocks pressed, rubbing in sync, the friction maddening. I moaned into his mouth, my hands gripping his back, nails dragging down the curve of his spine.

“Want you,” I whispered. “All of you.”

He paused, just for a moment, forehead resting against mine. “Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you.”

I looked into his eyes. “I’ve been waiting my whole life to feel like this. I want it. I want you.”

That was all he needed.

He moved slowly, deliberately, reaching into his towel for a small bottle I hadn’t seen. He smiled sheepishly. “Just in case.”

“You brought lube to the steam room?”

“Boy Scout motto: be prepared.”

I laughed, breathless.

And then I stopped laughing, because his fingers were slick now, sliding gently between my thighs, teasing, circling. I spread my legs for him, heart racing, nerves electric. He kissed me while he touched me, soft and steady, helping me open up to him with slow care. Each motion was met with a whispered word, a kiss, a look. I felt safe. I felt seen.

And when he finally eased into me—slow, steady, careful—I felt everything.

There was a stretch, a sting, and then a fullness that made me moan low in my throat. He paused, giving me time, brushing his lips over mine.

“You okay?” he whispered.

“Yeah,” I breathed. “Keep going.”

He moved slowly at first, rocking into me with gentle rhythm. My hands clung to him, gripping his shoulders, my eyes locked on his. I saw the tension in his jaw, the reverence in his expression, the awe.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, moving deeper.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and met him thrust for thrust. The heat around us mirrored the heat inside me. The steam swirled like a veil, making everything more intimate, more dreamlike. We moved together, bodies slick, breath tangled, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my chest.

His cock hit that perfect spot inside me and I cried out, fingers clawing at his back.

“Right there?” he whispered, breath catching.

“Yes. Fuck, Clark…”

He kissed me again, harder, driving into me with more urgency. Our bodies slapped together, wet and desperate, each thrust winding me tighter, making the pleasure rise fast and sharp. I felt him everywhere. Inside me, over me, against me. He was the air and the fire and the gravity keeping me grounded even as I unraveled.

“I’m close,” I gasped.

“Me too,” he groaned.

One more thrust. Two.

And I shattered.

I came hard between us, moaning his name into his mouth, my body convulsing under him. He followed a second later, with a deep groan, hips jerking as he spilled inside me, his whole body trembling with release.

We collapsed into each other, gasping, clinging. The heat cocooned us, but I didn’t care. I could barely think. All I could do was feel—his breath on my neck, his hand on my chest, his heart pounding against mine.

He kissed my forehead. Then my cheek. Then my lips.

“Still think this isn’t a normal work trip?” he murmured.

I laughed, exhausted and euphoric. “If this is what happens on company seminars, we need to go to more of them.”

He smiled. “I’d share a single bed with you anywhere.”

And wrapped in the warmth of the steam and his arms, I believed him.

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They say bad things come in threes.

The cease-and-desist letter arrived in threes.

First by certified mail.

Then by Email.

And last by Grinded app notification from user SuitedDaddy4Justice.

Their bio? Here 4 legal penetration. 😈⚖️

They gave it to him straight.

Well.

As straight as anything involving Grinded could be.

“Cease immediately or prepare to be legally raw-dogged harder than a twink at his first Pride.”

Austin Coyle, 32, part-time barista and full-time mistake, read it while shoveling cold leftovers into his mouth, surrounded by empty soda cans and a cat named Peanut Bottom, whose judgmental glare screamed Fox News and Fancy Feast.

“We are prepared to pursue aggressive legal action regarding the malicious and defamatory portrayal of our client’s revolutionary social platform within your literary hate crime.”

It was signed by The Law Offices of Grinded LLC, whose company motto was, “Slide into Our DMs… in Court.”

Austin blinked at the letter like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming midlife crisis.

His questionable fame began with Grinded & Bound: The Paranormal Hookup Files, a novella best described as if Stephen King ghostwrote an episode of RuPaul’s Drag Race while drunk on Fireball.

The plot? A cursed dating app that makes hookups go supernaturally sideways.

It quickly became a cult hit online. Comments included:

“This healed me in ways therapy couldn’t.”

“Is the ghost real or just a metaphor for my last situationship? Either way, hot.”

“This is what happens when gay men aren’t supervised by publishing houses.”

“This awakened something in me that probably should have stayed asleep.”

“I screamed. I cried. I got turned on.”

But apparently, not everyone was thrilled with Austin’s literary masterpiece.

Some people, namely, a corporate team with unlimited legal ammo and possibly a ritual blood oath with Verizon, were Big Mad.

So Austin, of course, did what any desperate millennial does when faced with legal annihilation and $8.73 in his checking account.

He went to Reddit.

Specifically, r/legaladvice.

Even more specifically, he hired a guy from there named Brad.

Yes, Brad.

They arranged to meet at a Starbucks.

Brad arrived ten minutes late, wearing cargo shorts and carrying a binder labeled LAW STUFF.

“So like,” Brad began, “fair use is when something’s fair. Like, if it’s funny, it’s chill. That’s literally the law.”

Austin stared at him like he’d just offered legal advice via Ouija board and crystal ball consultation.

“Did you actually go to law school?”

“I mean… I went to Abraham Lincoln University Online, yeah. It’s totally accredited. I think.”

Brad then claimed to have once “helped a YouTuber not get sued by Chuck E. Cheese for making a horror movie in the ball pit.”

“Plus,” he added, “I once sued myself for character defamation. I lost. But I learned a lot.”

Austin’s soul left his body, took a walk around the block while smoking a cigarette, and reluctantly returned.

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Court was held in a stuffy downtown building that smelled like old coffee, crushed dreams, and the faint aroma of judicial disappointment.

The courtroom was packed. Half with legal observers who clearly had nothing better to do, half with fans in cosplay holding signs that read:

“I BELIEVE IN GHOST DICK JUSTICE”

“HAUNT ME, DADDY”

“LEAVE AUSTIN ALONE!”

The prosecution was led by a man so devoid of joy he looked like he strangled puppies for cardio. His tie was covered in tiny gavels, his suit was the color of despair, and his facial expression suggested he’d never experienced physical affection, basic human kindness, or a single gram of serotonin.

His soul had clearly been repossessed by Sallie Mae, resold to corporate overlords, and was now being rented back to him at a premium rate.

The judge, a 60-something woman with cat-eye eyeglasses and deep “I don’t have time for this shit” energy, eyed the crowd, sighed, and motioned for opening statements.

Prosecutor Gavel Tie came in hard, loud, and painfully dry.

“Your Honor,” he bellowed, “the defendant has maliciously portrayed my client’s innovative dating platform as, and I quote, ‘a cursed hellscape where horny meets haunted and daddy issues go to reincarnate.’”

“Furthermore,” Gavel Tie barked, “his book suggests users are engaging in necro-communication via unsolicited ectoplasmic sexts.”

Austin whispered to Brad, “To be fair, that’s still more reliable than their app’s message function.”

Brad nodded and scribbled, “Ghosts not likely to ghost?”

“And let’s not forget,” Gavel Tie thundered, “his depiction of our app’s users as, again, quoting directly, ‘men who list masc4masc but still haunt their ex’s Netflix login.’”

Austin shrugged. “Some subscriptions never end.”

“Mr. Coyle,” the prosecutor asked, pacing like an angry Karen demanding to speak to the manager, “are you aware that parody requires actual comedic intent?”

“I was until I read this lawsuit. Now I’m not sure anyone here knows what comedy is.”

“Did you describe Grinded as ‘Tinder’s gay, gothic twin with less functionality and a Beetlejuice addiction’?”

“Yes. I’ve seen ant farms with fewer bugs than their app.”

“Why write something so indecent?”

“Because healing’s expensive, shame is free, and my mental breakdowns have surprisingly good pacing.”

Finally, with his shirt freshly ironed and soul slightly wrinkled, Austin stood and addressed the court, channeling every courtroom drama he’d ever binge-watched on Netflix.

“Your Honor, I didn’t write this story to defame anyone. I wrote it because I was sad, horny, and accidentally downloaded a haunted dating app while drunk.”

He continued. “It’s not about Grinded, really. It’s about healing. About wanting to haunt your ex but not being able to afford a medium.”

Austin looked around the courtroom.

“I never set out to hurt their brand. Honestly, I improved it. Before my story, they were just another bug-ridden, soul-sucking hookup app. Now? They’ve got lore. They’ve got plot. They’ve got ghost-flavored dick.”

He paused for dramatic effect.

“And let the record show: I did not invent the haunted app rumors. I just wrote what their users were already screaming in one-star reviews.”

He handed a printed review to the judge that read, “Matched with my ex. He’s dead. App crashed. Ghosted… again.”

Austin nodded triumphantly. “Your Honor, that’s not libel. That’s customer dissatisfaction. And customers don’t lie. They’re just dead inside. Sometimes literally.”

The jury deliberated for exactly eight minutes. Just enough time to order a round of lattes, start a group chat called “Grinded Truthers,” and collectively decide that this was the most entertainment they’d had since Tiger King.

They returned with the verdict.

“Not guilty on all counts. Also, when’s the movie adaptation?”

The judge banged her gavel. “Case dismissed. Mr. Coyle, you’re free to go. Try not to piss off Apple next time.”

Austin turned to Brad. They fist bumped like two dudes who had just successfully won against Satan using nothing but vibes and a free trial of Grammarly Premium.

The real victory though?

Austin’s book sales skyrocketed in the following weeks.

Turns out, being legally screwed doesn’t always leave you on your knees.

Sometimes, you finish with a happy ending instead.

≈ Ch. 13: DEIMOS’ WIFE ≈

 

~ A unique Eclipse ~

For many long minutes Jason stood still, in silence, sitting on the floor of the ‘office’, staring at the large screen on the wall, still displaying the name “BOBA-MAIII”. He felt somewhat betrayed. He’d been taught since he was a child about the almighty Boba-Maiii who looked after them all, but could become so angry to exterminate his sons; and he’d be taught that Eclipse, their home, was unique in the Universe, as much as Earth, a fabled paradise where good men and women would be brought in the afterlife.

Jason felt betrayed, but soon realized there was no one to put the blame on, for all the lies he lived imbued with his entire life. No one ever decided that Commodore Barack Obama III was a god named Boba-Maiii. No one ever stated that men should either lay with a woman or live in permanent celibacy. No one ever knowingly invented the story that Boba-Maiii, in his blind fury, nearly annihilated Eclipse. It was all the result of people’s ignorance.

Little Eve truly believed, in her innocent cluelessness, that she had to pray to Boba-Maiii to get food. Besides, back then, the adults already did the same to get their meals, blindly following a habit that slowly had become a rite. And Eve’s baby brother Adam was sincerely scared by the catastrophic outcome of the terrible human mistake that killed all the Eclipsians and could know nothing about scientists, experiments and toxins. And later on, none of the narrow-minded heterosexual Eclipsians ever found man-love or masturbation viable alternatives to an unprecedented lack of women: for them, the hard celibacy men had to endure was the obvious consequence of a ‘law’ that many ignorant Guardians, long before, in good faith considered Boba-Maiii’s true commandment.

Jason smiled with love and gratitude, thinking at Aric, and all the countless men before him, who chose the narrow path of freedom over the large road of passive obedience. Once, Aric mentioned “a wonderful man” who initiated him to the pleasures of man-love, and Jason thought that it wasn’t that different than Archon teaching him how to be a Guardian. Jokingly, Jason and Stellan had called Aric the God of Pleasure, but in truth he was the Guardian of free love.

As for Eclipse… it didn’t change much for Jason knowing, now, that what so far had been his entire Universe was in reality a small forgotten outpost at the outskirt of the galaxy; after all, there was no other places to go: was it really that relevant whether his only possible home was a unique reflection of the mystic Earth, or just a place lost in space and time, so much distant from Earth that going back wasn’t even possible?

“So…” – Jason said aloud to Laudon, with a disillusioned tone – “Eclipse is nothing special, in the end. It actually seems to be the least important of the many similar outposts scattered throughout the galaxy…”

“You’re mistaken, Jason. I never said anything like that. As a matter of fact, this outpost is unique, it’s the envy of the entire Eclipse project. All the other Eclipse bases can only rely on the power generated by the Gravitor Propulsor of the starship, which is merely enough to survive in harsh conditions. This base, and planet Exilium, are different and unique: here, the underground is rich of liquid water, and the crystals of Radiant can potentially provide an infinite amount of energy, that I use to regulate the temperature, shield the base from the lethal sunrays and provide any kind of objects and food the Eclipsians may need.”

Jason was aghast, and felt guilty for having underestimated the quality of life he’d been granted so far. It was true, at Eclipse they had running water, a constant warm temperature, well-lit rooms and anything they might need, including bandages to cure a wound or… scented oil to make love.

“I’m sorry, Laudon, I didn’t mean to belittle Eclipse or you, who are, I can guess, as unique as this base.”

“I am.” – Laudon confirmed, without the faintest hint of pride in his calm voice – “This mission was intended to be no-return since the beginning, so I’ve been given the ability to grow, learn, do things that no other Laudon system can.”

Jason chuckled: “Except, maybe, providing good food. That tasteless brownish cream you always give us is just… terrible!”

Laudon stood silent for a few seconds before replying: “I just checked the audio recordings of the last decades, and every single time the Eclipsians need food, they always use the same formula: ‘Please provide some food’, and that’s what I provide: a perfectly balanced food containing all the nutrients a human being needs to live, grow up, work or… have fun. I hear what happens in the bedrooms at night, and sure enough the people involved don’t ever run out of energy due to the poor food I provide. Yours is the very first complaint I receive about the food. Besides, I’ve found in my records your recent request for food ‘delightful enough’ to comfort Deimos, which I’ve promptly provided…”

“Do you mean I could’ve always asked for tasty food like that?!” – Jason bellowed, angrily leaping to his feet – “And I’ve eaten tasteless food for twenty-two years without any reason??”

“You and all the Eclipsians, according to my records, with the only exception of Deimos, recently. Creating more elaborate food requires more energy and more raw materials – preys and fruits – but can be easily done, if you ask for it.”

Laudon’s last reply made Jason calm down and chuckle: it was absolutely impossible, and even stupid, to get angry with an A.I. that just executed orders with utmost precision. People asked for ‘food’, stupidly sticking to a sort of religious formula, and Laudon gave them exactly what they asked for. Once more, the Eclipsians (including Jason himself) had no one else to blame than themselves.

However, Jason happily pondered, his meals were about to change for the better, now that he knew that he just had to ask for it! Except… it wasn’t that simple: how could he explain to the Eclipsians that now ‘Boba-Maiii’ was willing to give them something that he apparently denied for centuries?

Even though the taste of the food was clearly a minor issue, it highlighted with surprising force how daunting a task awaited Jason as the future Guardian. Eclipse wasn’t ready to know the truth, and wouldn’t be for a long time, if ever.

It was very late, but a sudden curiosity made Jason’s eyes shine: “I’m going to take something, wait here!”

“I’m here, I’m everywhere” – Jason heard Laudon reply, while the door to the Antechamber slid open. After a few moments, Jason came back to the office bringing with him the weird ‘magical’ metal device that always pointed to the Temple.

“Laudon, what is this?” – he asked, holding the object in his open hand; Jason didn’t know how Laudon could ‘see’ it, but he remembered that the Temple was the only area where the AI could receive visual inputs.

“It was the Commodore’s most treasured possession. It’s an ancient compass; it was ancient even when the Commodore brought it with him, leaving Earth to come here. On Earth, compasses always point to the North Pole, but Exilium doesn’t have a magnetic field; so, that compass, though of remarkable workmanship, it’s totally useless.”

“But it always points to the Templ… I mean, to this area!” – Jason objected, and Laudon stood silent for a few seconds, making calculations: “It must be affected by the faint magnetic field created by the Gravitor engine, located right under this room. The magnetic field is very faint, so it goes unnoticed by the Eclipsians, but it can be detected by the compass for four or five miles outside Eclipse. The Commodore always kept that compass with him, even though he could never venture outside the base.”

“But… wasn’t the Commodore a Dark? I saw his photo, he had dark skin!”

“Only dark-skinned people of African descent carry the special genes that make them immune from the lethal radiations of the Suns and the crystal of Radiant. The Commodore, like many other dark-skinned Eclipsians, was a ‘Pale’… to adopt the terminology currently in use.”

A long, deep yawn escaped from Jason’s mouth, and he quickly slip the compass in the pocket hidden under his tunic: he wanted to keep it with him, like the Commodore used to do, as the compass seemed to always point to the truth. Jason felt he needed something to stay on the right course, while sailing the wild waters of myth, religion, beliefs, knowledge and ignorance. “I should go, it must be very late in the night…”

“It’s actually early in the morning…” – Laudon stated – “…though here on Exilium ‘night’ and ‘morning’ are no more than ancient conventions inherited from Earth time. The twin Suns never set or raise at the same time, so it’s always daytime, outdoors.”

Jason laughed: “Guess I’ll just sleep all day instead of all night, then! Goodbye, Laudon. I’ll come back when I can.”

 

~ Free love is the way ~

He headed to his room, but deep in his heart he was still thinking of the fundamental role that Aric and many other men, mostly unknowingly, had played to keep the ideal of free love alive throughout the centuries.

Instead of stopping at his room, Jason walked on to the end of the hallway and opened Aric’s door. The janitor was waking up to another workday, and looked with sleepy eyes at Jason, who silently walked to him and gave a tender kiss to his stubbled lips, his hairy chest and his flaccid cock.

“Why’s that?” – Aric slurred, puzzled, and Jason looked down at him with affection and respect: “I paid homage to your mind, your heart and your sex, as they are like a light in the darkness.”

“If you want another fuck, you don’t need fancy words, just ask straight…”

Jason chuckled and shook his head. “Don’t you ever change, God of Pleasure” – he murmured, turning around to go away, and smiled hearing Aric growling: “You bet, boy…”

Feeling wasted, after a long night of wild sex and unsettling truths, Jason went to his room and, true to his word, slept through the whole day. While drifting to a restful unconsciousness, his last thought was that he wanted a tag to stitch inside his tunic: he was a man-lover, now and forever, and free love was his way. No turning back.

For many hours Jason lay in his bed, enjoying a much-needed restful sleep. At some point he dreamt of Deimos, who was giving him a sweet, tender kiss on his lips. Jason could even smell the fragrance of his skin, and smiled in his sleep.

Jason lazily opened his eyes and gasped, seeing Deimos’ handsome face an inch from his own; without even thinking, Jason hurriedly pulled the bedsheet over his naked body, making Deimos chuckle: “It’s a bit late for being shy with me, isn’t it? I came to see if everything was fine, as it’s dinner time and I didn’t see you the whole day…”

“Dinner time?! Oh, my, I’ve indeed slept through the whole day…! Thank you for coming and checking on me, Deimos, and… thank you for the beautiful awakening. I loved it. Please, go back to your room and wait for me, I’ll soon join you. Don’t have dinner! I have a surprise for you!”

“OK, OK, I’m going…” – Deimos replied with a mischievous grin – “But it’s not having dinner what I was planning to do with you…”

“You silly!” – Jason giggled – “But trust me, this is one dinner you don’t want to miss. Now go, I’ll be there in no time!”

Deimos went away and Jason literally ran to the communal showers to take a speedy shower; he still had his skin a bit moist when, wearing a fresh clean tunic, he happily scampered toward the Nuptial Chambers.

“OK, you sit down and don’t ask questions” – Jason said excitedly entering Deimos’ room, and immediately went to the Altar. Without bending the knee, he just said: “Laudon, I need a delicious dinner for two: something tasty and mouthwatering that will delight my beloved Deimos and myself!”

Instantly, two bowls of an unknown food appeared at Jason’s feet; the fragrance they emanated was heady and mysterious. Jason took the bowls and offered one to Deimos, sitting on the floor at his feet.

“You… didn’t pray to Boba-Maiii…” – Deimos cautiously commented, taking the bowl.

“I didn’t. But I said no questions. This food is the best you’ve ever tasted, and it really doesn’t matter whether it comes from Boba-Maiii or not.”

The food was indeed the best they’d ever tasted: saucy, spicy, tasty; every bite made them moan in pleasure, and in no time the bowls were empty.

Jason moved closer to Deimos’ legs and sensually kissed his knee: “Now… didn’t you have plans with me?”

More sweet kisses were bestowed on the muscular leg and the inner thigh, closer and closer to Deimos’ crotch, that suddenly came alive under his loincloth. “I was planning a nice fuck” – the Dark man said, sensually – “but I want to make love to you. I want to make sweet love to you, bringing you to places that not even my Wives have ever known…”

He stood up and picked Jason bodily, bringing him to his bed. Jason was ecstatic, looking at his handsome, powerful man taking such a tender care of him. Both Jason’s tunic and Deimos’ loincloth fell to the floor and they stood on the soft mattress, looking lovingly into each other’s eyes.

Their lips clung like they were potent magnets, making their passion flare unbridled. Without stopping the fiery kiss, Deimos dipped two fingers into the scented oil placed on the bedstand and hurriedly searched for Jason’s secluded portal. In his moves there was a desire, a hunger that put a fire in Jason’s loins.

“Yes… Yes, open me up…” – Jason said with urgency, parting his legs wide – “I need you… I want to feel you inside me… I can’t wait, do it now…”

Deimos used his hand to point his long cock to Jason’s hole, and pushed it in in one slow, unstoppable thrust. Every single inch of his black sword disappeared into the guy’s tight canal, while Jason drew ragged breaths, feeling stretched to the threshold of pain, but he didn’t care.

The powerful hips began pumping with vigor, and they were like a boulder rolling down a hill, unstoppable and untamed. At each thrust the flared helmet heavily brushed on Jason’s prostate, wringing choked moans from the guy’s lips. Jason pulled down Deimos onto his chest, craving the feeling of his body pressed against his own, but this didn’t lessen the confident potency of the pushes of the man’s hips.

“Fuck me… Make love to me…” – Jason moaned uncontrollably, swept away by the pleasure radiating from his bottom and the sweetness of Deimos’ fuck.

“You’re wonderful… You make me feel complete…” – Deimos breathed with passion, his eyes digging into Jason’s, but a sudden shadow veiled his gaze: “Tell me again this is not wrong… Tell me that I’m not an invo…”

“Don’t say that word… This is love, Deimos… Love… Free, beautiful love…”

“Yes… Yes…! That’s what I feel… Love… I love you, Jason… nnngghh… Can you feel my love?”

“Ooohh… I feel it…!” – Jason replied, in ecstasy – “It fills my heart… I love you too, Deimos… You’re my everything…”

Their eyes locked and both of them knew that their pleasure was about to explode; their lips searched for each other and locked in a hungry, passionate kiss, while their bodies shuddered, shaken by the force of their orgasms. There were no howls, no cries, just a silent explosion of pleasure that melted their bodies into one.

When Deimos moved to recoil, Jason pleaded: “Stay inside me a little more…”, but Deimos ignored him and abruptly pulled out, his skin suddenly losing its warmth. He was staring with wide eyes at something behind Jason, who turned around to see, and murmured: “Fuck…”

Standing in the doorway, the four co-husbands were silently glaring at them.

 

~ Wife or… else ~

Jason looked scared at the Darks’ menacing faces; in front there was Rufus, the eldest, with young Castor and the angry Vesper right behind him; in the background, Jason caught a glimpse of Helios’ long braids, but it seemed like he was trying to hide behind the other co-husbands.

Vesper was about to attack Jason, but Rufus froze him with a glance and stepped forward, wearing a fake smile: “Well, well…! Apparently there’s a new Wife in Eclipse! That’s very good news, because us husbands didn’t have many chances to get relief and provide our loads, lately…”

Deimos got off the bed and confronted Rufus: “You’ve grown old, grandpa, and your mind weakens. There are no new Wives in Eclipse.”

“There is one” – Rufus hissed, pointing his gaze at Jason, who desperately tried to hide under the bedsheets – “Not the most beautiful one, must say, but a hole is a hole, when you need to unload your virility…”

“Stop playing games, Rufus!” – Deimos bellowed – “He’s not a Wife, he’s my helper Jason, as you know well!”

Rufus’ expression became so hard that Deimos began losing heart; and the man’s glacial tone made Deimos’ confidence crumble like a sandcastle under a wave. “She’s a Wife” – Rufus stated – “It can’t be any other way, boy. Because, you see, if that’s not a Wife… then you’re a shameless invo.”

The word hung in the room like a monstrous bat looming over Deimos. Invo. ‘The First Husband is a filthy invo, a pervert!’. Deimos could almost hear the shocked whispers of the Eclipsians. ‘How could I give my virginity to that disgusting invo!’, Pearl’s voice echoed in Deimos’ mind.

“No…” – Deimos murmured, scared, shaking his head – “Don’t do this to me…”

“You’re doing everything by yourself” – Rufus spat out – “but you still have a choice: either the bitch in your bed is Wife, who’s going to get five loads as per Boba-Maiii’s commandment, or the entire Eclipse will know you’re an invo.”

Deimos looked at Rufus horrified, then glanced at Vesper and Castor, but they were masks of stone, just like the older Dark. Helios, the only one Deimos hoped to get support from, had disappeared and was nowhere to be seen.

“So what, boy??” – Rufus yelled, snapping Deimos out of his nightmare – “Tell me loud and clear: is the bitch lying in your bed a Wife??”

Jason, from the bed, looked at Deimos with wide, pleading eyes, but Deimos refused to meet his gaze. After a tense, neverending pause, he murmured under his breath: “Yes…”

Jason was petrified, but he didn’t have the time to do or say anything, because strong hands grabbed him and forcibly dragged him out of the bed and across the room, toward the Nuptial Alcove. The ample door slammed close behind him and he was unceremoniously thrown onto the bed.

Casper climbed on the bed and locked Jason’s arms behind his back, immobilizing him, while Rufus unlaced his embroidered skirt, revealing a thick, stiffening cock. He grabbed Jason’s legs and draped them on his shoulders, exposing the guy’s hole, which clenched from the tension.

Without a word, Rufus spat twice on his hand and wet his mushroom head, pointing it at Jason’s defenseless anus.

“Wait!!” – Jason screamed – “Don’t do it, Rufus! You could be my father!!”

Rufus’ expression became thoughtful, but it lasted no more than a few seconds. “I wish” – he growled – “but I can’t have children. The bitch that gave birth to you was bred by someone else. Maybe Deimos…” – he added with an evil smirk.

Rufus glanced at Castor, who was holding Jason tight, and nodded: “Do it.”

Immediately, Castor pressed his hand on Jason’s mouth and pinched his nose, like once Aric did with Stellan. Rufus flashed a malevolent smirk and growled at Jason: “Now keep looking at me, boy…”

With a sudden, cruel thrust, Rufus sank his entire weapon inside Jason’s chute; the recent love-making with Deimos and his load still lingering inside him didn’t prevent a fiery pang of pain radiating from his tortured ass. Jason felt like his anal rings had been ripped and torn open, and he screamed on top of his lungs… without being able to utter the faintest sound.

Rufus, now fully inside the sore hole, nodded to Casper, who let Jason breathe. Rufus slowly pulled out and then glanced again at Casper, who blocked once more Jason’s airflow. The second shove, if possible, was even harder and crueler than the first. The veins on Jason’s neck bulged out, but again no sound could find its way out of the guy’s mouth.

Jason looked at Rufus in horror: he wasn’t pursuing his own pleasure, he wasn’t just fucking: he wanted to hurt Jason as much as he could, and wouldn’t stop until the guy would’ve been wrecked.

A quick couple breaths, and the gates of Hell opened for Jason. Rufus and Castor were perfectly coordinated, and each time Rufus’ evil rod crashed into Jason, he couldn’t utter a single sound. The pace of the wrecking thrusts ramped up, until Jason’s world was a cacophony of pain, but his priority was breathing, just breathing.

In the dizziness due to the lack of air, Jason felt Rufus’ cock, deeply planted inside him, pulsate and throb, and mentally sighed with relief.

In a matter of seconds, Rufus was replaced by Vesper, but this time Casper only covered Jason’s mouth, without blocking his breath. Vesper eased his cock inside Jason’s loosened hole and began fucking him, with quick long thrusts, but not as cruel as Rufus’: Vesper was seeking for his own pleasure and greedily thrust his club into the slick chute, enjoying the strong sensations Jason’s ass was granting him.

“A wife is supposed to cum, when a stud fucks her” – Vesper said with a mischievous smirk, and grabbed Jason’s flaccid cock, stroking it in earnest. Jason groaned, feeling forced to get aroused against his will; but his youthful body quickly responded to the harsh ministrations, and his dick got hard into Vesper’s hand.

“Now we’re talkin’…” – Vesper growled, pacing up his thrusts in sync with the frantic strokes on Jason’s cock. It didn’t take long until Jason reluctantly climbed to the peak of his pleasure, and groaned loud, shooting his cream all over his own torso. “Yeah!! Cum, bitch! Fuck YEAH!!” – Vesper exulted, unloading his balls into Jason’s depths.

Another quick shift of place, and Jason found Castor, the youngest of the Dark, kneeling between his spread legs. His cock was as hard as steel, but thankfully he was not as thick as Rufus or Vesper, and Jason could take it in stride. He actually hoped he could even take some rest, but his hope was short-lived.

Wearing a malevolent smirk, Castor grabbed Jason’s sensitive cock and began stroking it wildly. Jason was about to scream for the overstimulation, but Rufus placed a single finger over his lips: “You let out a single sound and you’re dead. Got it boy? Not a single sound!”

Jason frantically nodded, and put a herculean effort into withstanding Castor’s onslaught in silence. His cock felt like it was shocked by painful electric surges, especially when Castor brushed his entire dry palm all over the sensitive glans, but he was so scared by Rufus’ threat that he sealed his lips and endured the torment in silence.

He didn’t see it coming, when Vesper began pinching and tickling his nipples, wearing a malicious grin on his face. “Please… Please no…” – Jason murmured with a trembling voice, his entire body spasming from the cruel overstimulation – “Muffle me, Rufus… I can’t stay silent… Rufus…!”

“Good boy…” – Rufus growled, pressing his big hand over Jason’s mouth – “Now scream, boy, scream as much as you want, ha ha ha!”

Castor clearly was enjoying Jason’s torment very much, and soon he slammed his dick all the way into his once-tight hole and stifled a grunt, adding his load to the three already inside Jason.

He pulled out and Jason took a deep breath. It was over.

Except, it was not. “Your turn, Helios!” – Rufus sternly ordered – “Be a good husband and give the fifth load to the bitch!”

Jason turned sideways and saw Helios almost hiding into the farthest corner of the Alcove. Everything in his demeanor and his expression clearly revealed that the last thing he wanted to do was to give Jason this last humiliation. He reluctantly climbed on the bed, took position between Jason’s legs… and stopped. “I can’t” – he said in a low voice – “This guy has suffered enough, I can’t do it.”

“You must.” – was Rufus’ glacial order, and it was clear that Helios’ choice to obey or not was going to have consequences.

Helios faintly shook his head, his eyes wet, and his hips didn’t move.

“Do it!” – Jason whispered, looking straight into Helios’ eyes – “Quick! I understand, do it!”

Helios took a deep breath, looked defiantly at Rufus and began stroking his own cock in earnest, quickly bringing himself to orgasm; and when he was about to shoot, he murmured “Forgive me…” and pushed his shooting cock deep inside Jason.

The fifth load had been provided. Boba-Maiii’s commandment had been fulfilled.

“Sissy…” – Rufus hissed, and with an imperious nod of his head gestured to the other Darks to go.

 

~ Tears and love ~

Now alone, Jason painfully got off the bed and walked to Deimos’ room, but Deimos wasn’t there. The quiet lapping of the water in the bathtub felt like a siren’s song to Jason, whose feet started moving by themselves toward the bathroom.

And there was Deimos, hiding behind the jamb of the door, his face streaked with dried tears.

“I’ve lost you…” – he whined, shaking his head – “I’ve betrayed our friendship and our love to their very roots. I’ve bartered you with my honor, and I lost both. I can’t call myself a man anymore…”

Tears flowed again from Deimos’ eyes and Jason pressed his own body against him. “You are a valiant warrior,” – Jason said in a warm, loving tone that touched Deimos’ heart – “you even killed a Gryx with just one knife, but this is a longer and harsher fight than killing a Gryx: it’s a fight against intolerance and ignorance. I don’t blame you if you failed, and you shouldn’t either.”

Jason felt Deimos’ arms hold him tighter, almost crushing him, and reveled in the sense of protection that his strong body gave him.

“Besides, I too have something to be forgiven for…” – Jason added, talking into Deimos’ chest – “I’ve betrayed our friendship and our love, too, as I had sex… with other men. Many times, and with many men.”

Deimos held Jason at arm’s length and gave him a puzzled glance: “Do you really think I can be… jealous? Oh, Jason, it’s so sweet of you! But that’s the last thing you should worry about. I mean, I share my wives with four other men, and in my life I had many wives at the same time. I still have a wife, Pearl, and when she’s fertile again I’ll make love to her. Jealousy… it’s just a void word here in Eclipse. But tell me… Have you really forgiven me?”

“More than that…” – Jason replied, with a tender smile – “I love you.”

Deimos’ eyes got wet again, but Jason couldn’t see it, because their mouths locked in a passionate, liberating kiss that took their breath away.

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Chapter 1 – The Gate Opens

The defeat was in more than just his eyes but his entire body as he collapsed next to me after trying unsuccessfully to get me hard so we could resume what had once been a very hot, active sex life.  The last 6 months were anything but.  Things had become mundane and routine and the last few months my once stellar record had gone from 100% to barely 50%.  Half the time I couldn’t even start and the other times I limped across the finish line, quite literally.  I tried to reassure Jon that it wasn’t his fault, that I was as attracted to him as I had always been but we were both older and…  I usually just let it stop there.  The truth is I was still attracted to him but the fire just wasn’t what it use to be.  Sex has always been very cerebral for me.  I always had to have a story in my head of what the encounter was.  Usually it involved Jon cheating on me in some capacity.  It started with my first boyfriend over 35 years ago. I would imagine myself as- well- basically anyone other than me- anyone other than his committed partner. Sometimes I was a stranger, sometimes I was Conner, my best friend, hitting on his best friends husband and betraying him. I’d pretend to engage in our sex, our love making as my literal best friend.  Pretending my husband was taking his cock, kissing him, cheating on me and it would give me an orgasm that would shatter me and awaken me and excite me.   But even these fantasies failed to work lately and I didn’t know what to do.  We had always been monogamous.  The last in our friend group to not open things up. I hate to admit it but we even judged our couple friends who seemed to brag about the various exploits they shared both together and apart.  They went on and on about their hook ups like it wasn’t completely damaging their relationship. I do realize the somewhat hypocritical stance considering I was literally fantasizing about doing what they had the balls to do but everyone fantasizes – My moral ground was that I was committed to my husband-  even if that meant I could no longer fuck him. 

“Are you sure it’s not me?” Jon asked as he stared at my face looking for any indication it was.

“Baby, please” I pleaded “You are the sexiest man I know- I guess age is catching up to me” I resigned.

With that he got up off the bed and jumped in the shower.  I watched his beautiful hairy bubble but walk into the bathroom and wondered how in the hell I wasn’t rock hard knowing that is what I had.  I wanted to offer that we didn’t have to fuck or that I could grab one of our toys but none of that made it past my head and instead images of him looking for dick elsewhere filled my imagination.  Him in a sleazy bookstore taking a total strangers cock.  Him in a bathhouse, head down ass up taking cock after cock.  Conner stopping by to return a sweatshirt I had let him borrow- hugging Jon before he left – both hugging the other a little too long, a little too tight, Conner breaking the guy, not to leave, but separating just enough to kiss my husband.  Jon- instead of revolting at the horrendous act of betrayal returning the kiss with a passion both of them had been suppressing behind my back.  The sounds of the shower water brought me back to my bedroom and the realization that the case of the missing boner had been solved-  I was rock hard.  Then I panicked- If Jon comes out of the shower and sees me hard what will he think?  I got hard the minute he left the room.  I tried to flood my brain with imagines of my grandmother, of the fathers funeral, anything that would bring it down.  Luckily it worked and by the time Jon come out of the shower I was normal and getting dressed.  I hugged him.  Told him I loved him and tried to reassure him.  I’m not sure it worked.

Three weeks later and zero sex.  I had tried initiating something last night thinking Jon must be going out of his mind, our normal sex life use to be a few times a week.  That came to a screeching halt after the failed miserable attempt three whole weeks ago.  Jon apologized and said he was tired from a long day.  As I was laying in bed listening to him snore I started to wonder.  Was Jon stepping out?  Was he jerking off?  My own libido had been stymied by the worry of trying to initiate something that my body wouldn’t be prepared for and finally when I overcame that I was rejected.  I was both anxiety riddled with a stubborn streak of excitement at the thought of Jon with someone else behind my back.  As quietly as I could I reached over and grabbed his phone.  To be honest I don’t even really know what I was looking for.  An app?  Crazy messages?  I started by opening his texts and I immediately regretted it.  The first text box was to Conner.  The first picture was of a beautiful, hard uncut cock.  Conner’s?? My heart was beating out of my chest.  I wasn’t sure, maybe it was a weird joke.  I had never seen Conner’s cock.  I knew he was uncut from conversations we had but … why would he be sending his cock pic to Jon?  I realized in that moment the separation between fantasy and reality felt like the size of the grand canyon.  I no longer wanted this to be true, the fantasies I had imagined were melting away faster than…I opened the text box and the picture preceding Conner’s cock pic was one I was intimately familiar with-  Jons ass pic.  He had sent it to me numerous times indicating it was going to be a sex night.  Conner had responded by sending Jon his cock pic.  I flicked up but before I could read any of their conversation Jon moved and I jumped losing the phone.  He settled back in but I would hate for him to know I was going through his phone and put it back.  The rest of the night I tossed and turned.  A ball of nerves wondering what had happened between them.  Wondering if they were being playful, joking or if they were having an affair. 

The following morning I woke with the hardest cock in months.  I had dreams of Conner and Jon.  Dreams that gave me this almost painful boner and dreams that in reality would crush my soul. 

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