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MATTHEW

I woke up to harsh sunlight hitting my eyes. I try to open them while getting accustomed to the lighting. I get out of bed and fumble aimlessly until I reach the fabrics of the curtains.

Weird. I don’t remember the curtains being this hard, or low for that matter. I rub more of the material as I snake my hands more to the top. The material feels different now. Okay, these are definitely not my curtains.

I open my eyes completely and stare in shock as my dad stands in front of the curtains with a sly grin on his face. My small pale hands are clutching at the fabrics of his robe that is opened. That must mean I was rubbing his…

“I’m awfully flattered, son, but don’t you think that’s a job for your mom?” He asks after chuckling at our current situation. I didn’t mean to rub him, but at least his underwear was covering him. “Don’t be embarrassed my boy. I just came to wake you, but now I see what kind of reward that brings me,” he says and winks at the end. I could feel the rush of blood hit my cheeks. I must look like a rose garden.

“I’m sorry, dad. I didn’t mean to,” I say with my head tucked down and my voice barely above a whisper. Hopefully I can cute my way out of this.

“It’s alright, Matthew,” my dad reassures me. “You didn’t know and besides its been a while since your mother out her own hand there.”

I cringe at my dad’s choice of words. It’s not something I want to hear, at all. My dad notices my discomfort and bellows a heart laugh as he clutches the sides of his stomach.

“I just came to wake you up for breakfast. Why don’t you spend the day out with Jason?” My dad suggests.

“That’s a great idea, dad. Thanks for waking me up and I’m sorry for earlier,” I say. I run out the door quickly before things could get any more awkward. I need to tell Jason about this.

MASON (THE DAD)

I watch as my son runs clumsily out of his room and down the stairs. His tight little butt shaking as he moves away from me.

I didn’t mean to scare him off this morning, but I am guilty of one thing. I admire his little boy body. I come here, inside his room, every morning to wake him up, but usually I spend a few minutes admiring him as he sleeps.

I crave to run my hands down his Raven colored hair. I want to run my tongue down his neck until his back defines itself into a new shape and he arches it to bring his smooth little ass upward. I want my mouth to meet the opening of his small little ass hole before I plunge my tongue deep into him. I want to bring my body over his small pale one, and have home either under my much hairier chest, as I rub my cock onto the crevice of his ass and hear his moans rise through the room.

Sadly, I know I can’t have that. He’s a forbidden fruit in such a prestigious garden, and I’m a fool who’s too tempted to fall into the luxury of the taste.

I watched as he moved through the room after waking up, like a toddler taking his first steps. He fumbled for a while until he reached for the curtains. There was only one problem, one he didn’t know, I was standing in the way and his small hand just so happened to land over my covered crotch.

He absentmindedly rubbed my member with the palm of his hand before tracing the outline curiously with his fingertips. I couldn’t help but to suck in a breath as he continued. I guess he thought I was the curtains.

He moved his hands upwards until the traveled the fabrics of my parted robe. He tensed his body before he stopped rubbing on my crotch. He squinted both of his beautiful grey eyes open until he looked up at me with a shocked expression. He pulled back instantly and I felt disappointment rise with the absence of his touch.

He looked so cute throughout our conversation as he blushed and cowered in embarrassment.

I finally shake the memory of the last twenty minutes out of my head and follow my son into the kitchen. He sitting by the island enjoying his meal of waffles and bacon. I mess up his hair as I pass by him. He stands from his seat after finishing his meal and brings his ditch to the sink.

“Alright Dad, I’m going to go hang out with Jason now. I’ll see you later, okay?” He says as he waits by the kitchen door for my approval.

“Have fun, bud,” I say. Matthew rushes out of the kitchen and up the stairs to get changed. Ten minutes later he’s out the door.

MATTHEW

I grab my bike and pedal as fast as I possible could to Jason’s house. He lives two streets away from me, so it wasn’t a long distance.

As I reach his house, I move to the backyard where I dispose of the bike and walk in through the back door. Jason’s parents are like my second parents, so it’s only natural for me to come in unannounced and without permission.

Jason’s mom notices me walk in and smiles at me. “He’s upstairs in his room,” she says as she picks up more dirty clothes to put in the washing machine.

“Thanks mom,” I say as I run upstairs. It’s also very natural for us to call each other’s parents mom and dad.

“Dude, you will not believe what happened this morning,” I say after barging into his room.

“What do you want you virgin! You made me lose the game!” He says as he slams the controller on the floor and pouts in my direction.

“It has to do with my dad,” I say, and watch as Jason pulls himself up for the floor with a kick in his step. It’s pretty obvious to see Jason has a crush on my dad.

“Well don’t just stand there! Tell me!” Jason pleads as he jumps on his bed. I follow behind him and lay next to him.

“I woke up this morning and I couldn’t open my eyes. The sunlight was strong, so I decided to close the curtain, but my dad was standing in the way, and without knowing I started to rub his cock,” I explain.

Jason jumps out of his seat in excitement, “Did anything else happen?”’

I shake my head and his face drops with disappointment. “I can’t believe you let a good opportunity go down the drain like that. If that were me I would be on my knees with his dick head between my lips.” He says.

“No you wouldn’t because I will kill you,” I threaten. Jason rolls his eyes. “My parents are happily married and I don’t want someone ruining that for them. Besides you’re fourteen so that’s illegal.”

“Whatever,” Jason states. “I have something to show you by the way. It’s an app for meeting other gay people. Do you think we can find someone our age?”

I shrug, “I’m not sure if that’s a good idea, Jason. What if we find older people on there?”

“Then it could be fun,” Jason says as he pulls my phone out of my pocket. I try to protest and reach for it, but he moves away every time before I could even touch the device. “I’ll give it back as soon as we explore for a while, and don’t pretend like you never wanted to mess with an older guy before.”

I huff and try to protest, but remain quiet because I know deep down he’s right. I have a small body and a baby face with dark hair and grey eyes. I’ll be perfect for a daddy to fuck senseless repeatedly.

I turn my attention back to Jason who is grinning widely. “The app just finished downloading. I hope you’re ready to have some fun.”

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When I’m not busy at the shop and have some free time on my hands, I’d hit the computer and hunt for horny guys. So one day, I’m chatting guys up looking for something after work when I hit on this college guy looking to hook up now. Sounded good to me, he looked pretty good in the pics he sent and he was a top looking to fuck and not looking for anything but that. He was interested in a little fun and it was slow at work so why not. He sends his address and what luck, he lives right behind my shop less than a quarter mile and a few minutes drive. I tell him I’m close by and he says come on over, the door will be open and to just come in and take off my clothes. I give my assistant Jason a few instructions and I’m out the door and in my van and head over, I’d been past this place a hundred times so I knew where I was going. After parking in the lot, I feel my cock getting harder, this is really turning me on. Following his instructions, I get in the gate and fine the pool area and then his door. Sure enough, the door is unlocked and I let myself in. My eyes adjust to the dim lighting and I see him laying naked on the floor of this tiny one room apartment. Naked and stroking a hard cock, slim build, a little hair on his chest and legs, average looking guy with mousy brown hair, cute in a dorky kind of way. 

“Hi” I said.

“Hi” he replies, not here to chat so I drop my shorts and shirt and get busy. I’m kneeling down and taking his hard cock in my mouth and sucking it down in a flash. I work his sweet cock and get it all wet and working it with my hand so I reach back and slide my spit covered finger in my ass crack and start fingering my hole. This kid’s got to be around 19 or 20 but not much more. He still hasn’t said more than hi so I take charge of the situation. I slide his wet cock out of my lips and slide up his body and slip that hard cock up my ass and work myself down on it. His eyes are closed and he’s just laying their like a dead body but that cock was standing at attention so I don’t need him for anything but a hard cock, fine with me. I really start riding him hard, he is gripping the carpet but not touching me, I just don’t care about him, probably only going to do this guy one time so I go for it. His cock feels like it’s getting bigger inside me so I start working my ass muscles even harder and gripping his meat inside me and sure enough, he gasps and starts pushing his head back and breathing harder and then I feel it. His load fill’s my ass full. This kid just bread my hole and has yet to say another word, It’s kind a hot even if it is a bit strange.  I sit on his cock as he finishes cumming and slowly slide off him with his load still in my ass. I put my clothes back on  and say thanks and he said thanks too and I was out the door. Talk about a quickie, I think I spent more time driving over and back than I did with his cock up my ass. I never did get to cum so I’m even more horny than I was before. As I’m walking back into my shop, my assistant, Jason  looks up and the first thing he said to me was,  

“You just got fucked, didn’t you?” 

“Yep, it was a fast one for sure” 

“Why didn’t you tell me? I’d a gone with you.” 

“I wanted to check it out first” 

“Did you even get off? You just left 20 minutes ago, you hardly had time to even get anywhere and back.” 

“Collage kid, he lives in those apartments behind us. I walked in sucked his cock and sat on it.” 

“Fuck, thats hot, did you take his load?” 

“You know I did, it’s still in my ass.” 

“Damn, I wanna fuck you with his load. Can we lock up for a minute and do It now?” 

I nodded yes, he took my keys and put the “Be Right Back” sign in the window and we headed to the work room and started stripping out of our clothes. I told before about Jason. His long skinny body and long fat cock that I took up my ass all the time, well, he loves fucking a sloppy hole and I love his huge cock breeding me. I start to suck his hard cock and he pushes me away. 

“I wanna fuck you dry with only his load for lube. I wanna feel his college cum on my cock as I breed you.” 

I lean over the work table and spread my legs and a bit of cum leaks out as Jason starts working his fat raw cock up my ass. 

“Tell me about him and the fuck, tel me everything” I start telling him everything as little as there was to tell and he’s slamming in and out of my wet ass and then the phone rings. It’s second nature to me and before I think better of it, I answer it. It’s a regular customer and I start taking her order as Jason is fucking me. He Slams into me and I’m working as hard as I can to keep control of my breath and then he’s just slowly fucking me. Then, all of a sudden he yanks his big cock out and thats when I falter. Jason starts laughing then slams it back in. I thank my customer and hang up. Jason is still laughing and starts fucking me harder again. Finally, he blows in my ass as I start shooting my pent up load on the floor in front of me.  

“You little bastard” I laughed.

“Not so little and you know it” he said as he’s waving his beautiful cock at me.

Turns out, I ended up seeing the kid online again and he asked to fuck me again. He did end up talking a little, I think he was kinda shy but he liked fucking me and it got better and better as time went on. I alway had a lot of fun getting Jason’s fat cock up my ass and he loved fucking my sloppy hole. He got off on knowing I was out getting fucked and then adding his load to my hungry ass.

I still miss him.

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The hot humid air whipped through the cab of the truck giving no relief as Charlie drove along the narrow two lane blacktop. He moved his old truck, a seventies Hi-boy Ford, toward the middle of the road on the long straights to avoid the rough broken edge of the pavement. Driving along in no hurry, his right hand holding the top of the steering wheel and his left loosely holding the frame between the vent and lowered window with his arm resting on the sill. His t-shirt billowed against his chest and stomach, the soft worn fabric caressing his skin as it soaked up the sweat trickling down his torso. He came to the end of Deer Lane slowing to a stop, looked both ways seeing no other vehicles approaching. He turned left and accelerated, shifting the transmission through the gears till he was back up to forty-five miles an hour. The truck hesitated a moment when he shifted into fourth so he pumped the accelerator till the engine leveled out and ran smoothly once again. A quick glance at the fuel gauge told him he still had over a quarter of a tank and he made a mental note to check the notebook in the glove box to see when he last changed the spark plugs thinking it must be time for replacements.

The road began to curve to the right and descended toward the creek that split the plateau that made up the countryside. Naturally gaining a bit of speed the old truck bounced roughly when he hit the bridge and just as the truck began to settle down he bounced off the other end. Pushing down the accelerator he began to motor up the steep incline back up to the top of the plateau that made up the next community of Robertsdale.  He neared the crest when his old truck shuddered again, began to misfire till it cut off. He coasted to the shoulder braking as best he could till he came to a stop. He tried to get it to start only to listen to the starter turn the motor over and over. Climbing out he raised the hood and looked confusingly at the motor, checking wiring and belts finding nothing out of the ordinary.

“Shit” Charlie muttered under his breath, closed the hood and went back to the cab to retrieve his cell phone. Lying on the bench seat he picked it up and began to punch in his father’s name when he saw the warning for a low battery. Once again, he forgot to charge it and as he feared the phone shut off as he tried to call his father. “Fuck” he uttered, the aggravation of his carelessness tempting him to throw the phone as far as he could. Instead he slipped it in his back pocket, closed the truck door and began to walk. The nearest place was the Haines place but both worked with the county road works and would not be home and the next place was the old Graham place that Jake Williams had bought last year, farming the fields and slowly renovating the old farm house. He hoped Jake was home as he walked along the edge of the road knowing no one would come along anytime soon.

Jake had been a year behind him in school but Charlie remembered how he looked more mature than any of the guys in his own class. Tall, lanky build with broad shoulders and jet black hair. At sixteen Jake had the shadow of a full beard around his jaw and chin and in the dressing room after football practice revealed a chest covered in a matt of hair.  Charlie remembered the first time he saw Jake in the dressing room stripped down for a shower. He had felt a sense of embarrassment and jealously at his  muscular build and look. He even remembered his dick, flaccid, it still hung thick and long compared to the others.  He tried not to look, tried to forget what he saw, confused by his reaction. For weeks, he avoided the younger boy in school and at football practice but when the coach put them together in practice Charlie could no longer avoid Jake, who’s casual unassuming personality eroded the last of his attempt to keep him at bay. But as friendly as they became with each other Charlie still maintained some distance, never really allowing them to be close friends. He didn’t want to admit how Jake made him feel, this challenge to his perception of himself. After graduation, he knew the chances of them crossing paths was slim since he assumed Jake would go to college and he had settled into a job at the Ford dealership over in town working as a mechanic. He took the classes the dealership required at the community college down in Greenville, nearly an hour away, till he was certified to work in the shop. The pay was good but he had been giving so much to his parents to help with his father’s medical bills it left him scraping by paycheck to paycheck. It was why he drove his grandfather’s old truck and still lived at home. He always considered it a short-term situation, something that would only take three years or so then he could move on with his life. His parents knew what he was doing, at least superficially and encouraged him to date, trying to get him to live his own life but something held him back. He had no desire to settle down like his sister and begin a family. He kept telling himself the desire for such a life would come later. And the confused feelings he had when he had been around Jake was some silly competitive nature toward another guy that would simply go away when he left school.

For three years after graduation he crossed paths with Jake from time to time, and he found himself standoffish toward him, keeping their conversations short and at times literally avoiding him. He was surprised when Jake did not leave for college but stayed home and farmed with his father. Last year Jake bought the Graham place that was about a mile up the road and Charlie knew Jake was never going to leave, just like himself.

The Haines place was quiet, the carport on the end of the house empty of her car and his truck. Their German Sheppard ran along the fence of the side yard barking as he passed warning him to stay away. He kept walking feeling the heat rising up from the dark asphalt causing him to sweat profusely. His t-shirt clung to his skin and rubbed over his nipples till he couldn’t take it and he pulled it over his head tucking it in the back of his jeans. There was something about the heat, the way his body responded to it, skin glistening with sweat, sensitive to the way the hot breeze caressed it. His jeans hung low on his waist making him feel how close to exposure he was, if the jeans slid down only a bit further. They rode just above his cock, so close he felt his half nakedness in a way that made him begin to feel aroused. He slipped a finger down the front and felt the sparse pubic hair that fanned out over his cock and a little further he felt it, the base of his cock. He felt the way it was thicker, filling out with the sensual feeling he possessed, aware of every aspect of his body. He tried to push these thoughts out of his mind, tried to consider what was making him feel this way, now, in this moment. He looked up the long straight road that cut through the plateau with fields of soybeans on each side, the power lines suspended from pole to pole breaking the low flat horizon all the way to the trees off in the distance, the first grouping surrounding Jake’s place. Jake’s place, his destination and he felt his cock stir in the tight confines of his jeans.

Charlie kept walking, the distance seemingly to get longer and longer, the heat of the day so bad the horizon blurred. He fanned gnats from his face as he felt sweat trickle down his face and down his torso. After some time, he finally got close enough to make out the house among the trees, Jake’s truck in the rear and beyond that the barn with the doors closed. Scanning further back he saw Jake moving along slowly. Too far to make out what he was doing Charlie knew it had to be something in a garden, hoeing among the rows more like it. He felt his pace increase with Jake in sight. He moved along the hot asphalt faster and the sweat poured from his heated body soaking the waist band of his jeans. As he got near he put his head down and focused on making time till he would finally arrive to his destination.

After another ten minutes he slowed, breathing hard, each breath a struggle, as he came upon the drive to Jake’s house. The red flag on the mailbox was up and the front of the house was dark and quiet through the windows. He ambled along the drive making his way to the rear. As he neared the back corner of the house he heard Jake make a sound, one of pleasure, a relief and Charlie slowed down and eased to the corner. Looking around slowly he saw Jake at the back wall holding a garden hose over his head, the cool water cascading down his naked body. Rivulets of water ran down the contours all the way down to Jake’s feet puddling on the concrete pad. Charlie stared wide-eyed holding his breath as he looked at the naked form. More mature, more filled out, Jake had a man’s body. His hair had grown out long and with his head held down concealed his face. Forearms, chest and legs revealed the dark hair that covered them, wet and lying flat on the glistening skin.

Charlie stood at the corner leaning around just enough to watch Jake. His eyes moved over the masculine form from head to toe and back again, over and over and over till his he couldn’t stop himself. He couldn’t look away, couldn’t not look at the heavy cock dangling between Jake’s legs. He considered the shape of the head, round and flared out. The way the cut skin made a collar around the shaft just below it and how the sac with its two heavy nuts hung behind it, stretched out loose. Images of that first time in the locker room flashed through his mind overlapping with the physical being in front of him. Jake raised up straight, leaned his head back and held the hose overhead letting the water splash over his face and down his chest. Charlie watched the flex of the right arm, the bicep bulge with its movement. He looked at the thick underarm hair matted down imaging himself combing his fingers through it. He imaged what it would feel like, Jake’s smooth fair skin, knowing it would be firm, hard even, with the muscle underneath.

Jake turned off the water and quickly wrapped up the hose at the base of the wall. Charlie watched him turn and pick up his filthy clothes and move up into the screen porch then inside the house. For a moment, Charlie just stood at the corner of the house frozen in place by his confusion, this unfulfilled desire that scared him so. He heard Jake inside, in the room he was outside of at the corner. It broke his trance and he eased back to the front then up on the porch where he knocked on the old wood door. The door seemed to rattle in its frame as he rapped his knuckles firmly on the door. A moment later he heard the footsteps moving through the house getting closer and closer. Then lock released and the door eased open.

“Charlie?”

“Hey Jake…man I’m sorry to disturb you but…can I use your phone?”

“Phone?”

“Yeah…my battery is dead. Dummy me forgot to charge it and, well, my old truck quit on me just this side of the creek and…”

“Oh…yeah, yeah, come on in” Jake interrupted as he moved back opening the door all the way revealing he was only wearing a towel.

“Man, I’m sorry to bother you but the Haines were not home” Charlie stammered as he tried not to look at Jake’s body.

“Yeah they both work.”

“I know, so I hiked it on here hoping you’d be home.”

“Well ya got lucky” Jake replied smiling, revealing his not quite perfect white teeth, a gap between the upper front two giving him a boyish look. “I don’t have a land line so let me go get my cell phone” Jake added as he headed back around the corner to what Charlie knew had to be his bedroom.

Looking around in the brief time afforded him, Charlie saw the work done so far. The living room had new windows, new trim and all the walls freshly painted. Through a cased opening, he saw the same in the small dining room. Jake came back and handed Charlie his cell phone.

“You going to call a tow truck?”

“No way, not out here. I’m going to give dad a ring and see if he can tow me home.”

“Hell, Charlie, give me a few minutes to get cleaned up and I can tow you.”

“I don’t want to put you out…”

“No problem. I’m done working out in the garden for the day. I came in to clean up so I could go into town to grab a few things and get dinner. I can tow you then head on.”

“Sure…okay. Thanks Jake.”

“You look like you could use something to drink. The kitchen is through there. Water and sodas are in the frig; help yourself and excuse the mess. I’ve just started renovating the kitchen.”

“Thanks; I could use something. It is so freaking hot out there.”

“Tell me about it; I thought I would have a heat stroke when I was out in the garden. Make yourself at home and I’ll be ready in a few.”

Charlie kept his foot hovered over the brake pedal in case Jake had to brake suddenly. Jake moved slowly along the road with Charlie in tow who watched the truck pulling him closely as he thought of Jake. The image of him naked hosing off behind his house, answering the door in just a towel then seated next to him as they drove the short distance to his truck. Jake had on a clean white t-shirt and jeans. The cliché for the all-American farm boy, the shirt tight across the shoulders and in the sleeves but loose around the narrow waist, and the jeans, tight in the ass and thighs, bulging in the crotch, sexy, enticing, hinting at what Charlie knew was underneath. He wondered how Jake viewed him, fantasized that maybe, just maybe Jake looked at him with some level of desire. He knew his lanky frame was still rather boyish compared to Jake’s, that was so full of muscle; matured to that of a man. And he knew he was taller than average at five ten but Jake towered over him, at least six three or four. It made Charlie feel like a kid.  It didn’t help he was living at home and not feeling any sort of need to settle down. At least Jake has his own place already, a place to call home.

They made it to his home and Jake had pulled around to the rear up near the barn as Charlie asked him to do. Charlie eased to a stop and climbed out so he could quickly remove the tow rope. He didn’t want Jake doing it and getting messed up. Jake stepped down from his truck and watched him coil the rope then put in the bed of his truck.

“Thanks Jake, I really appreciate it.”

“No problem. So, what are you going to do now?”

“I guess I’ll see if I can figure out what the problem is.”

“It’s getting late, why not do it in the morning? Why don’t you go clean up and come with me into town? We can go the that new place in downtown and grab something to eat. I’ve been wanting to try it.”

“I…ah…well…”

“Come on. I hate to eat alone which is what I do all the time here lately.”

Charlie looked at Jake and he saw an innocence he had not seen before; the teenager Jake has been in high school. Something he recognized in himself and nodded his head in agreement.

“Great. Get inside and get cleaned up.”

They were half way through dinner when Charlie had a thought come to mind. ‘Was this a date?’ It seemed silly to think such a thing, but it seemed like one. Jake and he talked about their favorite movies and gossiping about classmates from high school, especially the girls each had dated. Neither had a good reason for still being alone but neither wanted to talk about it so they laughed it off. Changing subjects, Jake told him about the renovations he was planning to do with his house, the tile for the kitchen floor on order, the way he wanted to redo his bathroom with a large shower instead of keeping a tub in the room.  Their feet bumped together, their hands touched when they reached for the salt, and Jake had taken the lead ordering wine for dinner, something he had never drank and knew nothing about. They laughed, at times just a snicker they tried to suppress, and other times it was out loud, carefree, then they would lean in toward each other and talk in hushed tones, barely louder than a whisper.

The waiter came by and refilled their wine glasses and Charlie saw Jake nod to the waiter, a little confirmation of a job well done.

“Hey, you don’t have to work tomorrow do you?”

“No, I’m off on Saturday.”

“Come back to my place. We can watch a movie or something. I got that new TV thinking it would be great for a group to gather around and watch some football game or movie and…”

“You’ve not had anyone over?” Charlie interjected.

Jake nodded, replying ‘yeah’ as he laughed.

“Okay” Charlie replied and watched Jake settle back in his chair smiling.

The movie was about half way through and at a lull in the action. Jake and Charlie sat on the sofa, not real close but not as far apart as the sofa would allow. Jake sat up, his long legs stretched out in front of him, wine glass in hand nearly empty and Charlie glanced out the corner of his eye from time to time to look at him, the light from the television the only illumination.  Charlie sat leaned down, his legs spread apart so he could rock them back and forth nervously, anxious for something different and afraid for such to happen. He sipped more wine, and found the buzz was slower to come, creeping up on him. He rocked his left knee back and forth and felt it bump Jake. He pulled away and froze as the sensation of the touch lingered, electric beneath the skin. He raised his glass to take a sip and a big moment in the movie occurred and Jake sat up suddenly slapping him on the arm.

“Did you see that?!”

Charlie jerked up, his shirt splashed with the wine that had spilled on it when Jake slapped his arm.

“Oh shit…I’m sorry man.”

“It’s okay but I don’t want to get it on your sofa.”

“Forget the sofa, but we need to get that out of your shirt quickly or it’ll stain it. Go to the bathroom and put it in the sink with cold water. I’ll go out to the laundry room and get something to take the wine out of it.”

Charlie went into bathroom unbuttoning his shirt. At the mirror, as he undid the last of the buttons, he saw how the red wine showed prominently in the white fabric. He slipped it off his shoulders, placed it in the lavatory and turned on the cold water. As the water filled the lavatory he looked in the mirror. He looked at his torso, so lean, his chest and stomach flat, and he felt intimidated when he compared himself to Jake. He ran a hand down his chest over the smooth hairless skin admitting to himself he wasn’t skinny, but he wasn’t as developed as Jake. Jake suddenly appeared at the door and he jerked his hand down to his side.

“This should take the wine out of your shirt” said Jake and he poured a cap full into the stream of water filling the lavatory. Charlie slipped his hands down into the front pockets of his jeans not knowing what else to do with them as he felt nervous with their closeness in the small bathroom. He darted his eyes around afraid to look at Jake knowing it had to be written on his face, the fear, the anxiousness, and the desire. He sensed Jake standing close and he glanced up in the mirror. Jake was looking at his reflection, eyes moving up and down slowly.

“You always had the nicest skin…this olive tone…”

“What?” Charlie asked unsure he heard correctly.

“I’m so fair I can’t take any sun without blistering. I always wished I had skin like yours.”

“Well you got the better body” Charlie blurted out and he quickly regretted it, wondering how Jake would respond.

Jake stood beside him reaching over to turn off the water before the lavatory overflowed then he turned to Charlie, “your body is nice…lean…”

Charlie felt Jake’s hand touch him on the back, gently, such a soft caress he shivered as the fingers moved upward.  Unable to move or to speak he stood still watching in the mirror how Jake stood facing him, his face full of concentration, serious, the movement of the arm barely visible, the one guiding a hand up his back. “I always thought you were so cute” Jake whispered as he brought his other hand up and let it graze Charlie’s skin from his stomach up to his chest. The touch tickled him, aroused him, broke him out of his trance and he turned toward Jake.

“Really” Charlie finally replied, smiling.

“Really” Jake whispered as he leaned toward Charlie till their lips came together, barely touching at first, tentative, still unsure, but Charlie pushed against Jake, an urgency welled up inside him, an opportunity not be lost. They kissed passionately, hands moving over other. Charlie felt the way Jake’s hand moved over his bare skin and he struggled to push up Jake’s t-shirt eager to have his hands on the bare flesh.

Clothes trailed from the bathroom all the way to Jake’s bedroom, the only light coming from the open bathroom door. In the darkness of the bedroom their two bodies moved with each other, one undulating over the other. Jake’s fair skin seemed to glow in the room as it moved on top of Charlie, hips rising and falling pushing their bodies together. Charlie hugged their bodies together, clung to Jake with a desperation he had never felt before. He pushed up to meet Jake’s push downward feeling his cock grow thicker, longer, as it filled out to full erection.

“Jake…put it in me” Charlie whispered in his ear before he tongued it, nipped the lobe eliciting a moan from Jake. Suddenly he was being held down, Jake pushing his legs further apart and kissing him, lips touching his neck, his face and back down to his neck. He raised his knees up and instinctually raised his hips and pushed upward feeling Jake’s cock rub him, the head move smoothly against him. He felt it move along his ass till it pressed against his opening, the fat blunt head pushing against his tightness. He wanted it, this penetration and he pushed back.

The pain froze Charlie in place as he opened up to Jake. He felt his body stretch open as Jake pushed in, slowly working inward. Body quivering, he clung to Jake.

“Relax Charlie…let me in” whispered Jake and Charlie took a deep breath and felt his whole body relax, the pain ease away as he opened up to Jake. He felt the penetration, the slow push inward till Jake’s hips pressed tightly to his ass. It was a fullness he had never felt before, this interlocking of bodies, the way Jake penetrated so deeply within him. He worked his hips, moved beneath Jake, instincts taking over to fulfill his desire. He felt Jake move, pull outward then push back in, slowly, inch after inch moving through the tight ring of his opening. Stretching out as much as he could, back arched, arms thrown up he gave himself to Jake taking each thrust, every penetrating push that filled him, bore into his core.

Jake shifted over him, hands taking him behind the knees folding him in half. HIs knees were pushed down beside his chest, ass turned upward even more and Jake increased the pace of their fuck, began to drive into him with an urgency. Primitive, only basic instincts driving them, as Jake fucked him, fucked cock deep into his body. He felt his opening relax and take the piston movement, the thick shaft slipping inward and back out faster and faster. He begged Jake to fuck him harder, whispered into Jake’s ear, pleading with him.

Jake rose up over him and he rocked to the smack of every penetration. Harder and harder their fuck became, cock shoved inward all the way till hips smacked against ass. It drove Charlie deep into the mattress and rocked the bed till it began to bang against the wall. Every noise a reflection of the rhythm of their fuck. Jake eased down on top of him, the full weight of his body, and he felt Jake grind his cock into his hole, hips working furiously seeking release. His own cock was pinned between their undulating bodies and it pushed him to the edge. He felt his arousal, so urgent, all consuming, his entire body grew rigid. He felt the surge of release, his cock flexing harder and thicker.

“Ohhhh…” Charlie groaned as he came, his cock releasing wad after wad and the ring of his opening spasm with each one gripping Jake as he piston through it.

“Fuck…I feel you…” Jake cried out as he shoved inward all the way and released deep within Charlie, pushing inward with every ejaculation. Charlie felt the way Jake pushed into him, over and over and over. Jake eventually slowed, moved his cock slowly through the his slick load, easily slipping inward and out. Charlie lay beneath him, passive, exhausted from their fuck. The contact of their bodies was hot, slick and they felt the other breathing hard.

Jake slipped free and eased down by Charlie. They grew quiet, still and in the quietness of the room suddenly realized the television was still on in the living room.

 

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Charlie drove with the windows up and heat on. It was unusually cold even for January and the heat blowing out below the dash rose upward, filling the cab. It felt good against the dull ache of fatigue from a long day at work. His arms had smudges of grease and dirt on them, his work shirt grimy from being leaned over into engine compartments or underneath doing one repair or another. He looked forward to getting home, taking a hot shower and dressed in clean clothes.

Slowing he turned in the drive and made his way to the back parking next to the newer truck in the carport. ‘Really need to trade for a newer truck soon’ he thought as he climbed out and headed toward the house. He saw large boxes on the screen porch, some opened to reveal cabinets of different configurations. He heard the rap of a hammer coming from inside as he made his way across the porch and inside. The floor of the mudroom and kitchen were covered in cardboard, blue taped holding each seam together. In the kitchen, he saw Jake down on his knees marking the wall, tool belt around his waist and more tools lying on the floor.

“I see the cabinets came today”

“Yeah. I’m going to install one or two and see how difficult it’ll be.”

“Well, I need to go clean up before I get grease on something.”

“Was it busy?”

“Very” Charlie replied as he moved toward the door of the small hall.

In the bathroom, he stripped out of his clothes, careful not to let them touch anything. He would toss them into the washer after showering. He felt the ache in his muscles and reflecting in the mirror he saw how his forearms, neck and face were filthy. It always amazed him how dirty he got when working on a car or truck. Water turned on he waited till it grew hot and he stepped into the tub pulling the curtain closed. He stood under the spray letting it cascade down his body relaxing muscles and taking away the tension of the day. He put his hands on the wall and leaned down letting the spray hit the back of his head. He didn’t hear Jake come into the room or notice him strip down. Only when the curtain slid open did he realize Jake was there. He turned his head and saw the muscular form step in behind him, watched as Jake picked up the soap and moved up behind him till their bodies were pressed together. Soapy hands came down on his back then moved around his torso. Charlie stood up and leaned back against Jake, head resting in the crook of his neck.

“Feels good” Charlie muttered as Jake’s hands moved over him.

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“We really should get going” 

“Just a few more minutes” Sam groaned in protest wrapping his arm tighter around Jonathan’s waist his legs locking themselves around him as well. He knew they had to get ready for tonight’s event but he felt so comfortable and didn’t want to break apart. 

“I know I don’t want to either” He chuckled lightly. “We will have plenty of time to cuddle and spoon all you want tonight love” He said in a soothing voice that made Sam feel all relaxed and basically obey him. Slowly pulling himself off Jonathan chuckled again kissing Sam;s forehead and rolled off the bed. 

Sam propped himself on one arm his eyes watching Jonathan changed taking in every detail he could of his perfect man. Each muscle on his back bulged and curved as he reached down hiking up his jean over his muscular globe like ass cheeks buttoning the jeans in the, just watching him made his member swell a bit his ass aching for another pounding but time was short. 

Jonathan turned catching the gaze of Sam his face flustered. 

He chuckled thinking how cute it was that he was still able to make him blush, kneeling on the bed he kissed Sam on his sweet lips and smiling

“I will meet you in the square tonight I love you” He said.

“And I love you” Sam replied.

Jonathan kissed him once more before pulling on his shirt and shoes leaving the house. 

Sam stood in the shower letting the hot water pour over his body, he smiled still trying to get through his head that Jonathan asked him to marry him. 

Will you marry me?

Jonathan WhiteCloud! He couldn’t believe that he was getting married to the hottest guy in the world and he is moving in with him soon as well! Things were finally falling into place after years of bad luck and misfortune. When they first met he was wondering why someone like Jonathan was talking to him in the first place, they both were the same side of the coin being that they both lost most of their family in the war and both orphans but even still why him? He was nothing special but clearly he saw something in him that Sam could not see.

No matter how much he counted himself out Jonathan was always their to make him feel special and worthy always telling him how beautiful and sweet he was then came the night when he lost his virginity to him, all doubts that he had that Jonathan was going to leave him went out the window and it was the first time he was told I love you. Ever since then Jonathan stayed true and loyal though Sam couldn’t help but feel guilty that Charles was left brokenhearted and was left behind for another man.

Taking a deep breath he turned off the water and dried himself then changing into a pair of black jeans a white dress shirt tucked in with a black vest on top. He slipped on Jonathan’s ring that enacted as an “Engagement Ring”. Putting on his shoes he tied them up, stepping in front of the mirror he ran his hand through his hair getting it to where he wanted it and finally grabbing the dagger and placing it inside his vest.

The sun was already setting the sky by time Sam had arrived in the Angel Square, it was full of life and celebration. Shadowhunters and downworlders(Except Fairies)  alike laughed and ate from the long tables that lined up the south edge of the square. The children running around waving long lasting sparklers in their hands laughing chasing each other around and around. 

Never would past shadowhunter’s would believe that this modern generation would befriend downworlders allowing them to celebrate in the city but as times change people change and sometime for the better. 

Sam weaved through the crowd of people making his way towards the Accords Hall, somehow he knew Jonathan was going to be there it was a intuitive feeling that he got when searching for him or the other way around. Climbing up the steps a lone figure stood in the entrance way of the great hall light from inside brightening up the square As he got closer he notice he was wearing a pair of dress pants and black dress shirt that highlighted his eyes and hair, The first few buttons were undone revealing a bit of his muscular pecs that hid underneath Sam’s cock squirmed a bit just thinking what else is hidden hundreds wanting to rip his clothes apart like a kid opening gifts on Christmas day. 

“Wow you look fucking great Sam” 

“Haha, I was just going to say the same thing” Stepping forward closing the distance He fixed his collar and smoothed his shirt over his chest. “You look so handsome baby I love you” 

“And I love you baby” Jonathan replies. Cupping the side of his face he leaned down and gently but passionately kissed Sam.

Jonathan’s thumb traced his lips smiling down at his flustered boy, even after all theses years he finds it cute that Sam can still blush. 

“Hey I have gotten you something…I had it made earlier this week and forgot to give it to you but here” Pulling a small velvet bag from his pocket he produced two chains on the ends of them were lockets. He opened it and inside was a picture of Jonathan and another one of them both holding each other. 

“Jon…They are so beautiful” 

He smiled. Taking the one that had the picture of him he clasped the chain around Sam’s neck the cool metal resting against his chest. 

“What’s in the other one?” Sam asked.

“It’s the same except with a picture of you, I got these so that way if we are ever apart we we’ll always be together no matter what” 

He held out his hand. “Are you ready?” 

“Most definitely” He said taking the offered hand as they walked down the steps towards the square.

The sun was full set, the sky pitch black the lights started to dim as the crowd gathered for the main event of the festival. 

“Well look at you two love birds” The familiar voice says from behind them. A chill running down both their back. Sam began to felt uneasy and uncomfortable wanting to shrink away to nothing, Jonathan sensing this he squeezed his hand reassuring Sam that everything is okay it seemed to calm him as they turned to see Charles Silverlake standing behind them. 

Jonathan wrapped a tight protective arm around Sam pulling him close. “Cute” 

“Hello Charles how are our doing?” Jonathan asks in a flat tone. 

“I am here to enjoy these festivities and also come to say goodbye” He said casually still holding his chilling smile. His eyes flickering between both boys but his eyes lingered a shy Sam more, a hint of danger in his gaze. But Sam saw nothing. 

“You are?” Jonathan tried to restrain himself from feeling Joy but failed due the positive reaction he have off on how he asked. 

Charles upper lip twitched with anger but quickly put himself in check before speaking again. 

“Yes, I decide to take a year and learn the culture and ways of the Rio Institute” He said casually. His eyes flickered down as they narrowed on the family ring that is on Sam’s finger. His perplexed face faltered as Charles emotions started to get the better of him. 

Seeing this Sam took the opportunity to push him a bit more. “That sounds wonderful truly, we want to take a year as well to another institute of course after we get married.” Sam’s confidence and joy surged as he finally knew he won. 

That did it. Charles smile disappeared and it’s place was anger, jealousy, defeat. “Oh…well congrats” His voice cracked. 

Jonathan Smiled at his boy, feeling his sense of confidence and power. Damn he fucking loved him. “Yes thank you I am really happy and Charles I really do hope you find someone for yourself. I mean that” He said sincerely. 

Trying to regain some ground Charles stood up straight and held his head high. “Thank you, I hope you both have a wonderful wedding and honeymoon I bid you both farewell” WIth that he turned on his heels and walked away. 

Letting out a deep breath Sam laughed a bit. “I didn’t think you needed to drive the nail in deeper by mentioning we are getting married.” Jonathan chuckled 

“Come on for years he’s been after you to win you back and for the first time I felt like I had relay power over him showing him that I won and that he can’t take you away from me” 

“Oh Sam…” He said smiling touching his face. His thumb rubbing back and forth on his cheek. “I love you so much” 

“And I love you” And they kissed.

In the midst of the festival Sam and Jonathan were engaged with several people as word or their engagement quickly spread they were quickly surrounded by congratulations and hugs from everyone. 

“Hey babe I be back I need to use the bathroom” Sam said kissing his cheek and walked off. 

Walking off a ways to the nearest unoccupied bathroom which lead him down the road away  the party quickly taking care of his business he washed up and headed back to the party when all of a sudden he blacked out.

It was so cold. The air nips at his cheeks, the cold wet dew on the grass soaked the side of his body, his eyes fluttered open as they adjusted to the darkness surrounding him. When Sam tried to move, he groaned in pain as his muscles protested and wouldn’t move right the back of his head exploded with pain. 

Sam lifted his head slowly touching the back of his head felt a warm wetness looking at his fingertips he saw blood. Sam tried again and stood up leaning up against a tree. 

“I wouldn’t get up so fast if I were you” A deep voice called out. 

“Who’s there?” Sam called out staring into the darkness of the trees, he saw nothing except blackness for once he wish that moon was out so he could see but it was all black. 

The sound of footsteps could be heard coming closer and closer to him Sam hand rested inside his vest his hand wrapped around the hilt of the dagger he had stashed, the footsteps stopped and a bright light of witch light flashed illuminating the small clearing he was in as his eyes adjusted to the light the cloaked figure set the still lit stone on the ground and removed it;s hood. Sam’s eyes widen in recognition. 

“Hello Sammy” Charles smiles.

Jonathan eyes scanned the crowd from above the top of the steps of the Accords Hall. He looked and looked and could not find the face he wanted, worry was creeping in his chest and was slowly being replaced by fear. It had been nearly half an hour since Sam had left for the bathroom and has not returned. Even if Sam had been sidetracked he would have fire messaged Jonathan had something gone wrong. 

“Hey son are you okay?” Inquisitor Lightwood asked.

“Yeah…no…I can’t find Sam Blackthorn he’d gone to the bathroom and he’s been gone for a while, I just can’t shake this feeling that something is wrong” 

“Hey it’s okay, we will find him don’t worry”

“Charles?” Sam said again. “What are we doing here?” Sam said standing to his feet holding the trunk of the tree for support. 

“I am going to be honest with you Sam at first when we first met I liked you but the moment you walked into our life I didn’t realize I was in a battle that I already lost the moment Jonathan laid eyes on you” He went silent for second then looked at Sam his eyes narrowed into slits. “My mistake was not grasping the situation once I realized what was happening he broke up with me and left me for you. For You! A somewhat okay shadowhunter” He roared. 

Sam held firm his hand aching to grab the blade from his vest but it wasn’t the right moment yet. 

“Have you ever thought why he left you? Have you ever given any thought what he was feeling in your relationship?” 

Charles faced twisted with disgust. “What are you talking about?”

“He left you because you became to attached and only thought about yourself and your own self interest that he got tired of living your life and not trying to live a life together. It was all about you and never about him except to flaunt him around like a prize. Jonathan is much more than that…he’s a wonderful man that you didn’t know was around and you lost him. It is your fault not mine!” 

Charles stood there for a moment his eyes looking towards the ground. “That is all a lie’ He hissed 

“It’s not! I felt bad for how things went but you didn’t deserve him” 

“And you do?” 

“I treat him right” 

You meant treated him right” 

“What…” Sam sidestep just barely to miss a dagger that was thrown embedding itself into the trunk with a loud thud. White light exploded off the dagger that was pulled from Sam’s vest and charged forward. 

Charles moved grabbing his knife arm using his momentum against him by grabbing his back and shoving his torso against the tree he screamed in pain as his arm was yanked back on the verge of breaking the dagger dropped from his grasp. Charles quickly picking up the blade he arched it down but Sam once again defied him by dodging the fatal strike  quickly striking Charles in the chest with his foot sending him back. Sam cartwheeled over to the trunk where the other dagger was embedded and pulled it free. 

Charles laughed. “I will have to admit you do have some fight” 

Sam’s eyes narrowed as he took a defensive stance ignoring the ache in his right arm and the throbbing pain on the back of his head. 

“I have a lot to live for and I will be damn if I don’t go down without a fight” 

Charles smiled “So be it” 

Charles lurched forward his fist connecting with Sam’s face feeling the bone crack. The hit was enough to send him flying back but Sam quickly recovered rolling backward back onto his feet however, Charles was still on him as Sam dagger came down on him. Sam was still dazed from the punch but was able to keep up with Charles dodging each deadly swing of the dagger. The metal glistening in the witch light, Sam was slowly getting tired he was already exhausted from trying to ignore the pain on the back of his head but he couldn’t let his defense down.

Charles raised his arm. Sam quickly took the chance to kick the dagger out of his hands sending it spinning to the grass and bringing down the his own dagger arching it across Charles chest blood soaked his shirt as he staggered back in shock. 

Sam advanced towards Charles , who backed up, Sam slashed the blade down at him but he quickly flipped back missing the strike grabbing a long slender yet sturdy stick. Shit. Sam thought

Remembering back during their time at the academy Charles was excellent with his use of a staff. He remembered how he was able to fend off four guys off at once and knock each and every one of them off their asses. 

Anger was present on his face as he wasn’t expecting such a fight but a slim glance of hope sparkle din his eyes as he finally had the advantage. Quickly retrieving the other dagger he quickly crossed the blades above his head catching the first strike of his staff. 

For sometime both Sam and Charles traded blows Sam making use of both daggers blocking each strike, Charles a small grin on his face with a hint of frustration was present as he tried to break Sam’s defense. 

Charles made a two his combo the second hit connected with Sam’s right wrist feeling the bone crack. He yelled in pain the one of his two daggers fell from his hand. Charles smiled crudely at Sam as he charged forward. Sam did his best to fend him off but it was too late. 

Charles moved at a blinding speed using all his strength to disarm Sam, he hit Sam stomach causing Sam to double over gasping for air. Charles raised his fist and punch Sam once more knocking the drafted boy to the ground. 

Charles let out a sigh of victory and relief as he discarded his staff. Grabbing the back of Sam’s shirt he dragged his beaten body back until he was standing against the tree. He felt thick rope winding around and around binding him to the tree trunk. 

Charles walking away a bit he pulled on a claw like glove. “They will think a werewolf did this, first beating you then torturing you then killed you.” He said emotionless. 

“Why are you doing this?” Sam cried defeated. Tearing rolled down his face as he knew he was going to die. 

Charles lashed out raking a claw like glove across his chest blood splattering on the ground. Sam roared in pain and anguish, unable to move or run being bind by thick rope to a tree. 

Sam’s head leaned over more blood coming out his mouth a faint whimper can be heard. Blood pouring from his chest wound. 

“Please…stop…”He begged. 

Putting a clawed pointed gloved finger under Sam’s chin he lifted his head Sam winced a bit but he was growing numb from the lose of blood. Sam lifted his eyes staring directly at Charles.

“You been in my way for far too long and Jonathan will never come back to me as long as you are alive.”

“If you think he will come back to you…you are fooling yourself” He said weakly in a last tone of defiance.

He chuckled. “We shall see.I will kill anyone who gets in my way” 

With no other words to be said he he gently pushed Sam’s head back against the tree as he raised his clawed hand and swung down. 

Sam closed his eyes. Every happy moment. Every kiss. Every love making. Every piece of joy he had in his life including the better part of his life with Jonathan flashed before his eyes. He no longer felt afraid. He accepted what was but he felt happy knowing that he may not live to marry Jonathan he will see him again in another life. 

“Goodnight my love. My Jonathan” Sam whispered. And he was gone. He did not feel the claws rip out his throat he didn’t feel the hot blood racing down his body. He was in no pain. No fear.

Rearing his hand back he plunged his claws back and deep into Sam’s chest ripping out his heart. Sam’s body slumped against the restraints of the ropes as his lifeless body hung there. 

Charles looked down at him in victory. Pleased. 

Present time…

Jonathan curled on his bed crying remembering the horrific scene of coming to Sam’s body. His Sammy was truly gone. His Sam….His Sam…

Charles smiled listening to Jonathan cry outside his door. Walking down the hall he hummed happily. “Don’t worry love we will be together soon…just gotta take care of that boy…Parker.” He grinned.

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My wife and I were working in the front yard raking leaves when we saw the moving truck pull in to the house next door. It was exciting to finally get a new neighbor as the house had been sitting empty for quite a while. A black SUV pulled in beside the truck and out stepped the biggest man I’d ever seen. He easily stood six foot four and looked to weigh close to three hundred pounds. He was built like a retired linebacker, solid but with a bit of a gut showing he didn’t work out like he once had. He was bald and looked to be about fifty years old. The most striking thing about him was his pitch black skin. He skin was so dark it looked almost impossible to be human. He wore old, ragged, gray sweatpants and a stained tshirt. The look on his face was one of barely masked distain. This was a dangerous man to be sure. Nothing about him looked friendly or welcoming.

My wife made some comment about being disappointed not to see a family moving in and hoped it wasn’t just him. She said we should go over and welcome the man and I felt a cold shiver go down my spine at the prospect. He just looked so mean and rough but I knew she was right and the friendly thing would be to welcome our new neighbor.

Our house sits at the end of a long street and is one of only two houses within a five mile radius. We always loved the fact that we were so secluded and had loved living next to Davidson’s who had owned the only other house around for years. The old couple had moved away several months ago but now it looked as though we had to get to know someone new.

My wife insisted we go over right away so we put down our gardening tools and headed over to meet the man. My wife was dressed for outdoor work as was I so she was wearing a pair of shorts that stopped just above her knees and a button down blouse that she had tied in a knot just under her breasts. Beth is quite a stunning woman no matter how she’s dressed with jet black, shoulder length hair, wide blue eyes, thick red lips and a body that has held up wonderfully over the years. At thirty five years old Beth still looked amazing. Her tits were firm and stood out in front of her proudly. She had a great ass that added to her hourglass figure and moved back and forth when she walked in the most hypnotizing way.

For myself, I’m nothing much to look at I guess. Short brown hair, average build, and a bit too much of a beer gut. I’m not very tall, standing only five foot seven so the thought of approaching such a big man made me nervous. I always feel uneasy around bigger men. I find myself mumbling my words and looking down at my feet a lot.

As we got closer to the man he began to look us over in a disapproving manner. He didn’t even attempt to smile as I held out my hand and said, “Welcome to the neighborhood”.

He took my hand and squeezed a handshake that nearly broke my fingers. I fought to hold in a cry of pain but my eyes began to water before he finally released me. I tried to make a joke of his strong grip but he ignored the attempt with a sneer. I stumbled through introductions saying, “I’m Tim Matthews and this is my wife, Beth”. Beth smiled and said hello but I could tell she was feeling very uncomfortable with his rude behavior. My normally friendly wife was quiet and reserved and looked as though she wanted to leave right away.

The man said, “I’m Jake” and then fell silent. He continued to stare at me like a wolf eying a sheep before pouncing. I stammered through some inane small talk but felt myself withering under his gaze and soon ran out of things to say. It was at that moment Beth spoke up and sealed my fate. “Maybe Tim could help you move in? I’m sure you could use a hand with the heavier items”, she said. Jake looked me over and grunted out a laugh before saying that he wondered if I would be able to lift any of his furniture. Beth laughed a nervous laugh and told him I was stronger than I looked. Jake never took his eyes from me when he said, “Fine, stick around Tim”.

My traitorous wife took that as an opportunity to run away and quickly excused herself back to the safety of our house.

By this time the movers had unloaded the truck and by some pre designed plan left everything on the front lawn, packed up the truck and took off. I had to wonder why Jake had done things this way. I mean how had he planned to get everything inside by himself? It’s not like he knew someone would be here to help.

Jake issued an order to grab one side of the sofa and we were off. The work was hard and took several hours in which time Jake wasted none of his breath talking to me unless it was to bark out an order. I know I should have been offended but my inability to confront bigger men was preventing me from doing anything but obey his commands. In no time I was soaked with sweat and panting in exhaustion but Jake kept me at a steady pace the entire time until all of his belongings were in the house and placed in the rooms he wanted them in.

When the last item was in place I stood there on wobbly legs trying to catch my breath. Jake told me to get him a beer from the cooler he had brought and when I fished out two cold ones he said, “Did I tell you to get two?”

I stammered out an apology and put one of the beers back in the cooler before handing the second one to Jake. I know I should have just left but something kept me rooted in place like I was waiting for permission or something. Jake cracked the beer and finished half of it in one long pull. I was licking my lips in thirst wishing I had anything to cool me down. Jake belched loudly and then sat down on the couch resting his feet on the ottoman. He stared at me for several seconds and I cleared my throat before saying, “Well I should get going”.

Jake just looked at me like I was something he had scraped off his shoe and said in a commanding voice, “Take my boots off”.

I couldn’t believe this guy. Who the fuck did he think he was? I said, “What? What the hell are you talking about”?

Jake continued to stare at me and I felt myself getting very uncomfortable. I was squirming and looking down at his large feet without thinking. I was terrified and couldn’t find any words so I just stood there.

“Take off my boots boy”, Jake said with anger in his voice. I tried to say something I really did. I tried to leave. I just couldn’t move. This huge man had me rooted in place with abject terror. I was afraid of making him angry but I still wanted to hold my ground like a man should.

“NOW!” He yelled with force and authority. I stood still for another second or two the found myself moving toward the ottoman and the threatening black man’s boots. I found myself sinking to my knees in front of him and began untying the lace on his right boot. When I got the laces loose enough I pulled the boot from his massive foot which was easily a size thirteen. The odor that assaulted me was overwhelming. It brought tears to my eyes and I had to fight not to gag. This amused my tormentor and he smiled for the first time today. I made quick work of the other boot and was soon just kneeling there in front of this big man’s stockinged feet becoming lightheaded from the smell.

Jake finished his beer and ordered me to get him another which I gladly did to get away from the smell of his feet. I handed him the beer and made to leave before he barked out, “Where do you think you’re going boy”?

I stuttered out some sounds that might have been words as tears of fear filled my eyes. Jake stood up and walked over to me grabbing both of my arms in his huge hands. He pulled me close to him and the smell of his body odor was worse than his feet. I could smell the beer on his breath as he said, “I’m not done with you yet boy. I had you pegged right away as a weak ass punk and I love nothing more than using a weak ass punk. Now you might be thinking of leaving or maybe of fighting back here but let me assure you that’s not going to work. Unless you want a serious ass beating you better come to grips with the idea that you will continue to do as I say. You understand me boy?”

I heard every word but none of it made any sense. What the hell was he talking about? What did he mean by “using” me? I was trembling when I said, “Let me go”. Jake squeezed my arms harder and pulled his face to within an inch of mine. His threatening look and the pain in my arms took away any resistance I may have once felt. I was so scared that I lowered my eyes and felt a single tear roll down my cheek. Jake saw the will leave me and knew he had beaten me without ever throwing a punch. He said, “Do we understand each other boy”?

I weakly replied, “Yes” before he shook me hard and said, “What was that”?

I understood immediately what he wanted and with a sniff of submission I said, “Yes sir”. Jake released my arms and I thought of running right away but fear kept me in my place. Fear of a beating from this brute of a man.

Jake took a step back and told me to undress him. I was in shock. I honestly could not believe what he’d said. He continued by telling me he needed a shower and that I was going to “help” him.

Jake told me to remove his shirt first and god help me I obeyed out of absolute fear. As I pulled his shirt over his head the stench from his hairy pits assailed me like a slap in the face. This time I did gag and Jake laughed at my discomfort. He then ordered me to remove his pants which I did quickly with shaking hands sliding them over his feet one at a time like some servant of old. I was now on my knees again and Jake lifted his right foot up to my face and wiggled his toes to let me know his sock needed removing. I pulled off each sock and felt the slimy dampness of sweat soaking into my skin. Jake now stood there in front of me in nothing but his underwear which consisted of a pair of dirty tighty whities. I couldn’t move. I was frozen in place staring at the significant bulge in the stained underwear praying that my nightmare was over.

I could not have been more wrong. Jake said, “You know what to do now boy”. And I reached up with hands shaking so badly that I could barely control them to grasp the worn elastic band that was struggling to keep his underwear in place. I slowly pulled them down and his huge, semi erect cock sprang out almost hitting me in the face. I was stunned at the size of it. Even half hard it was twice the size of my own penis when erect. The odor from his crotch put all other body smells to shame and I could almost see waves of stink rolling off of his cock and balls. His balls were so big I thought of billiard balls right away. They were huge hanging globes that hinted at the strength of the man before me.

I sat there on my knees staring at his impressive organ lost in the sheer horror of the moment before Jake said, “Now listen closely boy. I’m not going to spend a lot of time teaching you this very important lesson so you better get it the first time. You are going to suck that cock and lick all the sweat from those balls. You hear me boy”?

I began to sob then and wanted nothing more than to get up and run home to the safety of my wife and my house. I wanted to but I just couldn’t move. I knelt there staring at his cock and praying he was joking. It was then that Jake slapped my face. Hard. I rocked back on my haunches and cried out in pain and humiliation. Jake grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back so that I was forced to look him in the eye. His threatening demeanor scared the hell out of me and the shock of the slap let me know how serious my situation was.

Jake then told me that he had spent five years in prison and had developed a taste for white boys. He said a white boy will always work harder than a woman to please a real man. He said the only real men were black men and I was about to learn that lesson well.

Before I could react at all Jake pulled my face into his crotch and began wiping his sweaty cock and balls all over it. He kept this up for a full two minutes before I felt his cock begin to harden. He then pulled me back a bit and told me to give his cock head a kiss.

Tears were streaming down my face now and I began to beg him to let me go. The second slap was harder than the first and with it all of my resistance was gone for good. I leaned forward and softly touched my lips to the head of his cock. The skin was smooth as silk and left a bitter salty taste on my lips. But Jake wanted more. He commanded me to kiss it like I meant it and I leaned back in and began kissing his cockhead like I was in love with it.

The big black man laughed and released my hair knowing I would be good from now on. I continued to kiss his cock and he told me to move to his balls. Without hesitation I moved lower and planted kisses on his huge sack the hair tickling my lips. The next command was expected by still hard to hear. Jake told me to use my tongue and clean the sweat from his balls. I began lapping at his balls like a dog tasting every inch of them. The taste was worse than the smell both bitter and salty. They tasted the way I assumed piss to taste. I knew better than to stop so I licked his balls like my life depended on it. He told me to take them in my mouth and suck them clean but I couldn’t possibly fit them both at the same time so I sucked in first his right nut and began lavishing it with my tongue my mouth filling with saliva.

When he felt the right one was clean he had me move on to the left with a contented sigh. After cleaning both of the black man’s balls with my mouth I sat back again staring at the now fully erect cock of my tormentor. I’ve seen cocks like his in porn but never imagined them to be real. It was so big I couldn’t believe it had ever fit in his pants. The weight of his enormous cock pulled it down so it hung between his legs like a baseball bat. It had to be at least eleven inches long and looked like something out of a fantasy story.

Jake told me to take hold of his cock and start sucking. I gripped the massive tool in my right hand to find that my fingers barely touched around its girth. I was terrified but fear drove me forward and I took the huge head into my mouth. It stretched my lips to the limit and brought fresh tears to my eyes. I fit as much of the big, black, cock into my mouth as I could and began sucking while running my tongue over the head. I was tasting a salty discharge filling my mouth and was amazed at the amount of precum this man produced. I was forced to swallow continually to keep up with it. Jake soon became bored with my lack of skill and grabbed both sides of my head to pull me further onto his cock. I choked immediately but that didn’t stop the black thug. He began pulling my head back and forth fucking my mouth with a savagery I couldn’t comprehend. The huge cock was hitting the back of my throat and each thrust cut off my air supply leaving me light headed.

Drool and precum were running down my chin and soaking into my shirt as the giant cock thrust in and out of my mouth. I was making sounds like a porn star moaning involuntarily at the invasion. My moans apparently delighted Jake as he began to thrust faster and faster, his cock moving further into my throat with each push forward. It suddenly felt as though some barrier was broken when Jakes cockhead punched into my esophagus and I felt my throat bulging out from its girth. Before I knew it I felt my nose press into Jake’s stomach and I realized with horror that his entire cock was now buried in my throat. He had taken that monster balls deep into my face and held me there for several seconds laughing at his accomplishment.

He said, “I knew you was a good bitch the minute I saw you. Damn boy, you the first white bitch to ever take me deep”.

Imagine my pride. I was fighting for air and grabbing at his thick thighs trying to push off the invading cock but Jake would have none of that. He held me tight for a few seconds more then pulled his cock all the way out of my mouth and throat. I gasped for air and choked, feeling my throat rubbed raw. I barely had time to catch a breath before the massive cock was back in my mouth and Jake was fucking my face with a renewed fervor. He was now thrusting his cock all the way down my throat then taking it back out again so the head rested between my lips over and over. The hard, forceful face fucking was taking its toll on my throat causing my no small amount of pain. The pain, humiliation, and fear were overwhelming and I felt I might pass out. How long has this been going on I thought? It felt like hours but I would later learn it was forty minutes of continued fucking before Jake finally unloaded.

Jake quickened his pace thrusting into my unwilling mouth over and again moving faster with each push forward. My nose was slamming into him with such force I was afraid it would break. The pain in my jaw and throat was reaching an intolerable pitch as I finally heard his breathing become labored and he began to moan loudly. With one final angry thrust Jake shouted out an unintelligible roar and I felt his hot thick cum shooting down my throat. He pulled back just enough to lay the head of his cock on my tongue and I felt him shoot six more times filling my mouth with hot, bitter cum.

As the last shot fired onto my tongue Jake warned me to swallow everything. He said it was the greatest gift a black man could give to his sissy cocksucker. With tears streaming down my face I swallowed a full mouth of the foul liquid tasting every bit of it as it slimed its way down my gullet.

Jake left his cock head in my mouth and ordered me to suck it clean. I licked and sucked the now softening head cleaning off every trace of the salty discharge. I then fell back and sat on my feet exhausted and ashamed but I soon found out my torture was far from over.

Jake grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet. “Now, about that shower” he said. He dragged me by the hair to his bathroom and ordered me to strip naked while he set about turning on the shower and testing the water.

I moved slowly and painfully but soon had myself naked before the man who had abused me so relentlessly. Jake looked me up and down and began laughing cruelly at my body. “What the fuck is that thing?” He asked pointing at my penis. “That’s no bigger than a clit boy. You are hung like a child. Shit, it’s no wonder you’re so easy to control. Look at those tiny nuts. You can’t possibly produce testosterone from those little things. You’re mostly a woman aren’t you boy”?

I sniffed back tears and said, “Yes sir” before hanging my head.

Jake told me I was going to wash him prison style. I was horrified by what that implied but I kept my mouth shut and waited for my next command. Jake said, “Start with my feet while the water warms up”. I reached for a wash cloth but Jake slapped my hand and said, “Bitches use their tongues, now get started”.

So I knelt down before this brute of a man just outside of the shower where the water could have helped enormously and began licking his disgusting feet clean. The smell and taste were horrible but nothing compared to the face fucking I had endured so I did my job with efficiency and care taking each of his toes into my mouth and sucking them clean before moving on to lap at the disgusting, hard, callused soles of the big man’s feet. I laboured on each foot with care fearing another slap until Jake declared them clean.

“Now the pits” he said with a smile lifting his right arm. I should have been surprised but felt nothing could shock me further. I moved up and pressed my face into the stinking confines of this disgusting black man’s armpit licking up and down getting the entire surface clean of the day’s sweat and stink. After finishing both pits I thought finally he would get in the shower but I was wrong once again.

The big man leaned over the toilet holding himself up with his hands on the tank and said, “Now it’s time to clean down town”.

Shock doesn’t even begin to describe how I felt. Shock is too small a word. Horror comes close. But resigned to my fate I knelt down behind this horrible man and reached up to grasp his ass cheeks in my hands. I was trembling all over as I pried his meaty ass apart and caught my first whiff of hell. The odor of sweat was masked by an earthy scent that could only be one thing. The stale lingering scent of musky ass crack was threatening to bring up my lunch. Fearing retribution I leaned in and tentatively took a swipe of his filthy crack with the tip of my tongue. It was awful. I was certain I would vomit but again fear drove me forward and I began to lavish his ass with my tongue. I took long swipes up the entire crack tasting a foulness I can’t even describe. My head was spinning and my mouth was filling with spit to combat the overwhelming taste of ass. When I thought it was clean enough I started to back away but Jake warned, “Inside and out boy”.

With a hurt sob I moved my face deep into his huge hairy ass and was soon completely engulfed by it. I probed his hole with my tongue and felt the sphincter give way allowing me to shove my tongue in as far as I could. Here I was a married man just across the street from my home and my wife with my face buried in a black man’s ass licking his filthy asshole. Jake told me to make out with his ass like I was kissing my wife and I obeyed without question. I kissed and licked at his nasty hole and when he told me to make some noise I complied. I was now moaning and slurping, kissing at his asshole like I was making out with Beth. At Jake’s command I attacked his hole like a love starved teenager making out in the backseat of his car. And then it happened. He farted. Right into my open mouth Jake farted. He laughed so hard his entire body shook. I tried to pull away but he reached back and pushed my face back into his ass so I breathed in the entire nasty fart tasting it deep in my lungs. I was finished. I was crushed. I was owned.

Laughing, Jake pushed me away and without a word climbed into the shower. He pulled the curtain closed and began washing himself. I sat there on my knees for several minutes not sure what to do next. After a while I realized Jake was ignoring me so I got up and began to dress.

Jake spoke then from the shower. “You’ll be back here tomorrow boy if you know what’s good for you. I think we both know you are my bitch now. I own your ass. From now on you do what I tell you, when I tell you. You got that boy”?

I stuttered out, “yes sir” and turned to go.

“Master” Jake said. “You call me Master from now on”. I hung my head and said, “Yes Master”, before leaving the bathroom and making my way home. I couldn’t even look at Beth telling her I was exhausted from all the heavy lifting and just wanted to go to bed. I took the longest shower of my life scrubbing every inch of myself. I brushed my teeth three times. I sat on the toilet and cried for twenty minutes then went in to the bedroom and climbed into bed with my wife. I turned away from her and lay awake all night listening to her breathing and wondering what had happened to my life.

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It was a mild September evening and I found myself in need of a twelve pack of Rolling Rock, so I loaded myself up in my Dodge Nitro and headed to Walmart. I found my parking spot out in the middle of nowhere’s ville, deep in the parking lot. Strolling up the lot, I passed a young man leaving the store. He made eye contact with me and with a nod of acknowledgment, we went along with our individual business…or so I thought. 

I made my way to the back of the store, where the beer cooler was located and selected my drink of choice for the evening. As I rounded the end of the beer isle I noticed the guy that I had just passed in the lot. He was looking at some groceries. As I walked past him, feeling a little nervous about seeing him again, I watched him, watching me out of the corner of his eye.

Chalking it up to coincidence, I continued back to the front of the store and had a brilliant idea. I wanted a pizza with my beer. So, a quick left turn into the frozen pizza isle and I was deciding what pizza I wanted. As I strolled up and down the isle making my selection, there he was again. With short blonde hair and blue eyes, this man in his mid twenties was standing at the opposite end of the frozen goods isle.

Realizing it was more that coincidence and that he was following me, I started to think back. “Did I cut him off? He doesn’t look familiar to me.” I said to myself wondering why he could be following me.

I made my way to the check out line, watching him along the way. I payed special attention to notice him walking back out of the store.

“$18.57,” the elderly lady behind the register told me, bringing my attention off of that man and back to buying my dinner, “will that be cash or debit?”

Confirming debit I paid and headed out the door and back to my car. And there he was in his blue jeans and long sleeve t-shirt, leaning against the Red Box. “Damn!” I mumbled under my breath. “And there he is.”

This time he seemed to be blatantly following me. Now, I am not a small guy, I go about two hundred pounds and about six feet tall, but his persistence unnerved me a little…no, a lot. So I picked up my pace back to my nowhere’s ville parking spot and he kept time with me. As I approached my truck I noticed he had vanished again. So, I hurried myself into my truck and locked the door.

Leaving the parking lot, I was watching out my rear view mirrors looking for my stalker and taking note of several vehicles that were moving through the parking lot out of an abundance of caution. I took special notice of a dark colored pick up truck and a grey Honda Civic.

With a left turn on to the back road leaving the parking lot, my eyes were glued to my mirrors when I noticed the Civic make the left turn as well. My heart rate increased and I felt down along the seat for my Louisville Slugger. At the end of the road I made my complete stop and had to wait long enough for traffic to clear before I could make the second of three left turns until I was home, that he caught up. I could see his handsome face looking at me as I looked back at him through my side mirror.

It was at this point that I felt it was confirmed that he was definitely following me. The traffic cleared and I stomped on the accelerator pedal. With the sound of squealing tires and a little smoke rolling off of one of them, I took off like a bat out of hell on to S. Line St. To my dissatisfaction, he again kept pace with me.

“I can’t let this nut case follow me home!” I said out loud as if someone was sitting next to me. “A plan, I need a plan!”

It dawned on me that there was a city park on the right about a mile or so and there were cameras all over the place. I decided that I would stop there and if he followed me I could, at least some what safely confront him. And as I feared, he stayed about two car lengths behind me and followed me on my right turn into the parking lot of the city park.

Knowing all of the lamp poles had cameras in them as well, I found an open parking spot near the sidewalk with a camera fairly close. I pulled into the spot, turned the car off and sat there for a few minutes devising my plan of attack. Then he walked by the passenger side door and off into the park. I let him get a little lead and I exited my vehicle.

Keeping myself about twenty feet behind him, I was building up my confidence to quicken my pace as he ventured off of the path, across the grass and into an old cemetery behind the Methodist Church.

“Fuck!” I whispered to myself as I followed suit. 

He was already into the graveyard as I reached the first grave. “HEY!” I yelled as he turned his head while keeping his pace.

Closing the gap I yelled out again but he kept walking. Disappearing behind a concrete building about the size of a storage shed I thought to myself “This is not going to end well!” But I was already to deep into it to change game plans, so I followed.

Expecting him to be gone when I rounded the corner of the building, I jumped a little when I seen him standing there facing me. Deciding to jump on the offensive and with a deeper voice than I usually use, “Why are you following me?” I demanded an answer.

Taking the last three steps, there was about a foot of air between us and I noticed his nerves showing through those deep blue eyes. Stuttering as he started to speak, “I-I-I noticed you walking into Walmart with your hard on.”, he responded very nervously.

Now, in a quick transition from the aggressive stance I started with, into a slight feeling of embarrassment, I spoke through a giggle. “My hard on? I didn’t have a hard on!” looking down at my crotch and noticing my fly was unzipped and pushed out slightly against the edge of my flannel button down shirt. I could see why it looked like I had a hard on the way it was pooched out just a little.

Not realizing what direction this was going to take, I relaxed a little from my original offensive posturing and my slight embarrassment.

“What the hell are you doing?” I snapped while stepping away from his hand on my fly! My eye’s super big, my mouth agape and my heart was racing as I immediately jumped back into my posturing. Realizing there was a little warmth growing where his hand was just grabbing, and denying the knowledge that my cock was reacting to this really crazy situation, he took another step towards me.

Immediately realizing we were out of sight of any of the park cameras, I started freaking out. Stepping back again, “W-what the hell are you doing dude?” I stuttered again.

“I-I thought you were hard when I seen you. I was curious.” he stated with a shaky voice. “I thought… I thought you were reacting to seeing me!”

“Damn dude…” I started to reply but paused for a few seconds realizing that my rod was as hard as it could be stuffed in my bikini briefs and jeans, “I am not into guys!” I lied.

It was like he could see right through my very unconvincing lie, or the bulge now obviously pushing through my unzipped pants. As he reached out again, this time, I didn’t jump back. 

I had been with a guy when I was younger, still in high school. However, that was a whole lifetime ago. That didn’t seem to matter at this very moment behind a tomb with a very attractive blue eyed man almost half my age. He was rubbing the bulge in my pants and my breathing was getting very heavy. And it wasn’t because I felt threatened anymore. It was what he was doing that was taking my breath. He leaned in until we were chest to chest and for the first time, I realized he was just a little taller that I was as he leaned his head down a little and put his lips to my neck. 

I had given in and I knew it as I tilted my head a little to the right to make room for his smooth face. His mouth was now locked onto my neck, one hand around me and at the small of my back and the other hand was starting to find its way into my open zipper.

With a fleeting moment of nervousness, I looked around to make sure no one could see the show. I don’t know if I was relieved at the time or scared to notice that three of the fours directions were completely concealed from public view and the forth, it would take someone specifically walking through the graveyard to find the little cubby we had found ourselves in.

I was brought back into focus of what was going on by him unfastening my belt, my button and sliding my pants down enough to expose my cropped fuzz. He reached down into my lowered pants and slowly lifted my shaft out and into the evening air.

“Oh damn!” I exhaled into a whisper as he firmly stroked my cock. With my head now tilted back as if I was looking at the moon that was starting to glow in the sky, I whispered “I’m Aiden…”

Tim, told me his name in between kissing my neck and sucking on my ear lobe. He was breathing a little harder too. I felt inspired to feel his manhood so I reached out and took him in my hand through his pants. This only fueled my fire. Even though it had been nearly twenty years, like riding a bike, my memory on what to do was jogged really quickly.

I loosed his belt, top button and lowered his zipper. My mouth was watering as I dropped to my knees  and breaking his grip on me. I kissed the head of Tim’s hard and exposed seven inch cut and beautiful dick while slowly stroking it. I knew exactly what I wanted at that very moment. I wanted to feel his cock push on the back of my throat the way Jeff’s did so long ago. I wanted to taste the saltiness of his sweat.

Opening my mouth, I wrapped my lips around his perfect mushroom head and licked around it’s rim.

“Mmmm” I moaned as I withdrew my mouth and moistened down his shaft with my tongue, moving around the base, over his thick vein and back up the other side. As I made my way back up, I opened my mouth wide and took in about three and a half inches of his rod, closing my wet lips around him as I moved back up leaving a glistening trail of saliva as I went.

Back down with my mouth slightly gliding through the wetness I just left, I put him deeper in my mouth and with some suction this time, I slid back to his head.

“Ahhh” he moaned as I took my third dive. This time with my nose right up against his bush, I got what I wanted. I could feel his cock down my throat. I paused there for about ten seconds while I moved my tongue around his base. And back up, following closely with my hand almost against my lips.

And then there it was. His pre-cum started leaking though his slit. I was transported back to my time with Jeff. The sweetness of his juice was amazing. The sounds of him enjoying my mouth had me so turned on I didn’t notice the cum starting to leak from my cock.

Pulling me off of his rock solid shaft, I was guided to turn around. And with a gentle nudge, I was on all fours. Feeling his mouth on my lower back, I could feel him messing with his pants with one hand. I assumed he was trying to pull them down over his firm round ass. His mouth moved down the few inches of my back and to the top of my crack. “Oh my god, he is going to do this…right here!” I thought to myself.

And I was right. With my ass cheeks in each of his hands, he was pulling them apart as I felt his tongue touch my pucker. “Ohhh” snuck out of my mouth before I could stop it as he invaded my rim with the tip of his tongue. My back instinctively arched as I pushed back against Tim’s smooth face.

He took the tip of his finger and in the spit he left around my hole, he slowly pushed the tip in just a little and I felt my cock throb just a little. Again, I pushed back into him and forced his finger in just past my ring.

Pulling his finger out, I felt a twinge of disappointment until I felt his warm wet tongue on my ass again. As he flittered his tongue on me, I felt his finger invade me again. This time, all the way in and I started wiggling my hips against him.

Moaning in rhythm with him finger fucking me, I felt him reach around and grab my cock and start stroking me. I was lost in the ecstasy of the moment when I felt his finger come out and a bigger mass taking up my space. Two fingers were now probing me while his other hand was stroking me…in the middle of a graveyard in the dark. “What in the hell is going on?” I asked myself to myself.

He must have felt my cock swell as I was reaching the explosion that he had been building up in me because he released my shaft and removed his fingers almost simultaneously. He must have assumed my hole was relaxed enough because within a few seconds I could feel his cock pushing up against me with his hand guiding him to his goal.

Slowly, he started intruding into my bowels and again. But this time he had pushed the tip of his head through my hole. My cock swelled to the point I thought it might split. With a quick thrust and a flash of pain, Tim pushed himself deep inside me. He paused with his pelvis against my tailbone to kindly give me a moment to accept the package he was delivering.

After a short time, I pulled myself up his shaft a little and pushed back down on him to let him know I was ready for him. And with his hands on my hips, on his knees behind me I felt him working himself in and out of me. Slowly at first but gaining momentum he was sighing and moaning with each thrust. So was I.

He removed his hands from my hips and I felt him dig one of them into my hair. Firmly pulling my head up and back I could no longer keep my noise at an inconspicuous level and the moans were escaping quickly and getting louder.

His cock rubbing at just the right angle across my G spot and I felt myself oozing out the pre-cum that would be the precursor to an exploding orgasm. I tightened my ass around his cock as I felt the starting throb of my cock. And again, another throb with the first squirt of unsolicited cum hitting the ground. The tightening and loosening of my hole with each following ejection of cum, along with the rapid lustful pounding he was doing put him over the edge as well because with about my third stream of cum, and with a loud moan from behind me, I felt him throb in me and cream my ass.

My cum was puddled on the ground below me, his cum was stuffed in my ass being held only by his now softening rod. He worked the last bit of his love juice out of himself with the help of my hole squeezed around him. 

He pulled himself out of me and I felt his cum start running out of my ass and down my balls. The warmth I felt as his juices trailed down my body was sexy. It was a feeling I really liked. But while I was relishing in what had just happened and how fucking awesome it felt (after the flash of pain of course) I didn’t notice he was already dressing and walking away as he was fastening his belt back up.

I was on all fours, pants around my ankles with his cum running out of me, my mind reeling with exhaustion, pleasure and… I was now alone, in a graveyard, in the dark and watching Tim stroll back to the parking lot.

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Chapter 3 – NINETEEN.

He led me affectionately to the living room, but even so he still asked me.

-Are you sure you want to live some pain now, Shitbag?

-Master Darren, Sir, let me repeat how grateful I am to you. My heart is still pounding: I am alive. This very night I have discovered I am gay. Yes sir I admit it now: I am gay. And you have the face, the body, the smell I want to sniff for the rest of my life, and the attitude of a dominating man. And I also desire that. You will definitely shape me the way you want me, Sir, and I will be the slave you have always dreamt of having, Sir.

As if in response to my words, and taking advantage of the fact that I was walking first and showing him my hole, unexpectedly he kicked my ass with such force that I almost fell to the floor, but remained on my knees just in front of his big couch.

-Well, slave, you certainly asked for it.

And he went on kicking my ass, increasingly more painfully. Tears began spurting from my eyes.

-You’re crying, slave.

-I cannot help it, Sir. It’s really painful. But I will never ask you to stop and will only say thank you, Master Darren. I thank you, Sir and I want more.

But then he stopped kicking my ass and almost with my face on the couch as I was he started to spank me. His blows never stopped and he was increasing the pain. He wanted me to come to his bed tonight with red ass, he told me. So I counted twenty-five painful slaps and after each of them I said thank you, Sir.

-Wait for me in this position, Shitbag. I will soon be back. There’s more to come.

I waited patiently for him for two minutes, meditating that now I should be more resilient, accept any pain he wanted to throw at me and thank each of his blows. I felt him coming and he asked me to look at him then.

-This is a bullwhip, Shitbag, that now I will use on you.

-Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.

And he flogged my vulnerable ass mercilessly, but did not lash me many times for soon he started to whip my back. I suspected he wanted to take pain to every part of my body. I simply cried, thanked him once and again and never protested. Soon I could feel my back was slightly bleeding but even so I said nothing. He asked me to turn and I gritted my teeth. Now I could see his infuriated face when he started to whip my chest. Just a minute and he started with my arms, continued with my legs and even coiled the bullwhip round my cock and I blasted a new load because of the pain in that sensitive area. But I stopped my tears and said thank you, Master Darren.

-I’m not gonna whip your balls but they must suffer too.

-Yes, Sir; please, Sir.

And then he squeezed my balls so hard that had I not busted a load just now, I would have cum again. To finish the torment he said now he would slap my face and I should count with him.

-One Sir, thank you, Sir; two, Sir, thank you, Sir…. Thirty, Sir, thank you, Sir.

And then he stopped, came to me and instead of a new pain that I feared, he kissed me strongly instead.

-Never have I met such a brave man. Remember it, Shitbag, and whatever you swallow or whatever pain you are given, always be proud. I did not remember to tell you that I don’t like submissive men who always seem to be ashamed of what they are or do. You may be unworthy and filthy. But no reason not to be proud of all that. You are now Shitbag, but you can be proud of that fact, cause you accept everything courageously. Always make me proud of you.

-So it will always be, Master Darren. I am glad of the lesson you have just taught me. Your Shitbag will after now always be proud of what he is and of the pleasure he can give you.

-So now, slave, you know what I want to do to you. The time has come. Let’s go to the kitchen. We will do what we have to do and next we will eat something before going to bed.

And we entered the kitchen at last where I was gonna be mutilated now. He asked me to sit down and outstretch my hand. He had chosen the little finger of my left hand, he told me. Next he was rummaging in a drawer and took out a machete. I saw he still had some doubts but it was me who encouraged him.

-Do it, Sir, please. I have been all the evening longing for this moment and I want to be branded and have that wonderful and humiliating second name, Sir.

-It will be quick then.

He took momentum and almost treacherously and in one single blow he cut my left little finger at last. I cried out of pain but also out of emotion. He saw I was bleeding, took out a sticking plaster and placed it expertly in what little was left of my lost finger, which was now on the table. Then he asked me.

-So what are your names now, slave?

-Master Darren, I am lucky now to have two names for the rest of my life. I am happily your slave Shitbag but now I can finally say that my other name for the rest of my life will be Nineteen. Thank you, sir.

-Now get your lost finger and lick it as if it were a cock that you are sucking, Nineteen.

I loved hearing my master uttering my new name at last.

-Yes, Sir. –And I soon took it and was sensuously licking it for two minutes as if it were my master’s cock that I was sucking again.

-I’ll never throw that finger away. I will keep it as a memento on our bedside table. But as I know it will rot and our bedroom will soon have an unbearable smell, tomorrow I will make a plastic cover for it. And there it will always remain.

-Yes, Sir –I acquiesced again.

-Now we will eat. I have prepared a potato omelette today. I will warm it up and as we eat I will tell you a few rules.

-Yes, Sir –I replied and waited for him to warm up the omelettes at the time I looked at my lost finger on the table with emotion. Finally our meal was on the table and Master Darren told me I could start and we both ate together as he told me.

-So, these are the rules for the rest of your life with me, if you come back tomorrow.

-Which of course I will, Sir –I broke in.

-Well, Nineteen. I will fuck you every day as often as I want. You will blow me, lick my feet, pits and ass as often as I tell you to and I will keep on being this dirty but you will have a daily shower. I will feed you excrements as often as I want, piss every day. You will never fuck me; I will never lick anything from you and you will feed me nothing, understood?

-Yes, Sir.

-I will beat you whenever I want. And as for fidelity, remember we are master and slave, not a couple so I will cheat you with boys or girls as often as I want. You will not cheat me of your own free will. I will also lend you to a couple of friends I have and you have no say in this. But you will also be Shitbag and Nineteen for them and they will gang fuck you and you will also eat their excrements. But at least as one of my friends is gay and a bottom you can have your sexual needs covered with him. He can blow you or you can fuck him for instance. Is all this clear for you?

-Yes, Sir. But my main desire now is to always care for your pleasure and serve you, Sir. But of course I accept every condition.

And then we finished dinner. He told me now we should finally go to our bed where I would have to please him before sleeping. He took my lost finger with him and placed it on the bedside table of a bedroom I knew at last. Of course it was dirtiest, his smell everywhere and his sheets absolutely yellow. He invited me to enter first; he came next and the first thing he did was kissing me affectionately for a couple of minutes. Then he told me I should suck his cock again.

It was a grateful blowjob that I gave him now. When I had licked my mutilated finger imagining it was his cock, I had a strong desire to have his dirty cock again in my mouth. I had so much to thank that man, thanks to whom I was alive, knowing at last that I was gay, living a filthy second life which I so desired to live, eating every possible dirty thing and even baptized in pain. I knew I wanted to live always like this and my tongue had to transmit him my gratitude. He should be noticing my affectionate heartbeats in that moment for he finally yelled and shot a huge load into my mouth, which I swallowed with a bright face and a wide smile. I was glad I had achieved a new cum from my master. Then he told me we should finally have some sleep. I was happy but exhausted and I fell asleep soon, his wonderful dirty naked body surrounding all my skin. But I think it was two hours later that I woke up bewildered. He was breaking his own rules and was affectionately licking my right foot then.

I thought it would be better to keep on pretending I was asleep for I was feeling a new emotion my master had told me that very night I would never feel. I sensed his tongue gently licking my foot for a while and then he came to my left foot and sweetly sniffed it. I sensed his nose there inhaling my smell. At least I knew I was clean enough after the shower. Then he also licked my other foot: I was glad he liked his new slave’s smells and tastes.

But soon he stopped and then he came to my left armpit, the only one he could sniff in that position I had then. I was feeling real bliss filling me, sensing that Master Darren was not a psycho but he was a sweet man after all as he himself had hinted. He was licking my armpit for half a minute and then when I thought he would stop, I suddenly felt his tongue caressing my balls. It was hard to pretend I was asleep. My dick was rock hard but he could think I was having a wet dream. But I still had to be quite disconcerted when I noticed him securely going up my shaft and licking the head and soon swallowing my dick. I could no longer feign sleep because I had a real urge to piss then, so I had to talk.

-Master Darren, Sir. Sorry to tell you that I have been awake for minutes. You can punish me if you want. But my need to piss is so urgent, Sir, that I thought I should tell you or else I would end up pissing in your mouth.

-I will not punish you. Ok, Nineteen, I will break one of my rules now. I have tasted piss twice and now you are gonna piss in my mouth. It’s an order, slave.

I had no more chance then and I sensed his mouth in my cock awaiting my stream. Oh, I hoped he liked it. I could swallow anything but I didn’t want to disgust him. But I mustered courage and started peeing. His response was moaning and stroking my body so more secure now I bathed him with a longer stream till he drank everything that was in my bladder.

-And now slave; I will break some more of my own rules. I like boys and I like you, hot as hell and courageous as the very devil himself. It is true that you will never fuck me but you will have a shower only once a week. I want you with some smell and I will lick everything of you too, whenever I want. Now I will give you a blowjob.

I hardly had any time to say yes, Sir, when I could feel his sweetness now as he was slowly massaging the head of my dick before he gulped it down. It was the first time I’d had a blowjob from a man and I knew then I would always prefer men after now. I think I fell in love with that hot man in that moment but I would not tell him till tomorrow. But so moved I was, so grateful, so aroused that I had to soon erupt and warning him beforehand as he had previously told me to do, I screamed: “I am cumming, Master Darren”, and he swallowed all my juice not letting a single drop spill. He seemed happy after that moment and told me now we should sleep both of us cuddled happily and I resumed my sleep, grateful to that man for all he had done to me.

I heard the alarm at eight. My master had also heard it and the first thing he did was kissing me strongly, saying “good morning, Nineteen. Hope you have spent a good first night sleeping with a man.” Of course I reassured him and then he told me to come out of the bed.

-I got some clean clothes that I think will suit you well. Come on, try them on.

He lent me some underwear, jeans and a beautiful yellow T-shirt, together with some shoes. I had some clothes on again after a lot of hours naked. He also gave me a key.

-Now you know where I live. If you really want to come back to our house, you can open the door with it. Today I have to work from six to twelve. When will you be back?

-I will close the fruit shop as every day, Sir, at two. Then I will go to my former house to get some money for a taxi and will be back.

-We can have some sex then before I leave for work. Then as I am a good cook you will eat here with me. And of course I will never take your other house, your money or your car: do you have a car, slave?

-I don’t, Sir. I went to the landfill on foot. Let me add that I would also like to see you in the fruit shop or in my other house, Sir.

-But remember that other than when we are alone, or you are lent to my friends Vince and Lionel, you will always call me Darren, only that. You understand? Do it now.

It was not easy for me but I said: “Thank you, Darren.”

-And I would call you Shaun. Where do you live?

I gave him the address of the fruit shop and my other house. Realizing that I lived far from him and I could be late, he also gave me money for a taxi.

-You might need some gloves too to cover your cut finger.

-I have gloves at home, Sir. I can put them on. But I have thought that I’d better explain to my customers that I had a problem with a machine yesterday, my finger was trapped and it was torn and I spent the night in hospital.

-Good, slave. –And he came to my lips then and kissed me with a special affection, saying I could go now and adding he would like to see me again.

-But please say nothing now.

I finally left him with a strong desire to see him again; I took a taxi and was soon in my former house. I kissed the floor in gratitude as the very Pope often does for when I had left that house last night I had no thought of seeing it again. I looked for some gloves and first covered my hands with them and went down to the fruit shop and opened it. It was only ten to nine. There were a couple of customers already waiting to buy their fruit.

It was a hot day and I was sweating as a pig and the hours passed slowly for me since I wanted to soon be back with my master whom I loved so much. My hands started sweating and I removed my gloves. When customers saw my mutilated finger they made me questions and I answered what I had planned to say, adding now I had nineteen fingers. I could have said nine fingers but it was hot to surreptitiously utter my new name before people who knew nothing. Many customers that day but I finally closed the shop. Now it was time to return at last to Master Darren.

I took another taxi and was back with him in ten minutes. I opened the door with the key he had lent me, my new key after now, and soon I saw that he was waiting for me sitting on the couch with no clothes on. The smell in the house, plus his own smell, all that reminded me that I was already back in paradise. But he was crying. When I saw him crying, I started weeping too.

-I was not sure that you would come back. How shall I call you?

And still crying, I said.

-Shitbag or Nineteen, Sir. I don’t want to see you crying anymore. Of course I will return to our house every day, cause –and breaking down in that moment, I finally uttered what I was feeling- I love you now, Sir. I am deep in love with you and I will always be, Sir, I cannot help it.

-Come here, Nineteen.

He told me to sit beside him on the couch and he affectionately kissed me as he started to take off my clothes. And he was talking.

-The problem with me, Shitbag, is I don’t think I will ever fall in love. I have never been in love so far. I hear people talking about that feeling and I am sure they are feeling something indescribable and I don’t doubt their word as I don’t doubt your word right now –and now having stripped all my clothes he added-. But I don’t need that feeling to be sure I want to live with you forever. And we could change our relationship if you want and be just a couple.

-Sir, please don’t. I don’t need your love; I just need that you always allow me to love you. I am the happiest man on Earth because I am your slave. I was branded last night to always have those two beautiful names, Sir. I wanna keep on pleasing your entire body with the wonderful smell you have, which my nose has always wanted to sniff. I wanna keep on eating everything that comes from you, being beaten of whatever you want to do with me, Sir. I will be lent to your friends and you’ll be proud of your slave, I can assure you. So please Sir, I love you, but never change anything. I love you for everything you are, the sweet and smelly dominating man you have so far showed me you are.

-Ok, Nineteen. I will change nothing but we will live together and so you are always calm I will start by giving you a new blowjob.

And he was true to his word. Even though I could resist now for longer, I came soon, for cumming soon was also a token of my love and I had been all day horny waiting to be back with him. Then he told me he was gonna fuck me but this time he increased his sweetness after he had pushed his cock into my ass. He touched me, caressed me, kissed me, jacked me off and my dick was throbbing in homage to him till I sensed again what I was expecting: his juice bathing my crack again and I busted my load next.

We were then having a new coffee in which he told me again how our relationship master and slave should be. But he assured me that we were also a couple, love or not, since he had always wanted to spend his life with a man like me, he told me. He told me his new rules, different from yesterday’s rules, and he convinced me now that he would give me at least a daily blowjob, and he would often lick everything of me and jack me off. In fact he was jacking me off as we drank our coffees. When I came, he told me now he would put his clothes on again and go to work but I should wait for him doing whatever I wanted in a house that now was forever ours. He kissed me affectionately and left and I was for some hours alone in that house, jacking off from time to time just over the smell of his whole body that was everywhere. I hardly watched TV. I saw something and then I had the need to wank over him again. But finally at about half past twelve he came back.

We ate something and we went to bed. He had told me now we would give each other two coats of saliva and he was first, licking my feet, pits and ass and sucking my cock one more time. Then I did the same to him but was longer. I wanted his wonderful sweaty body to enjoy in every part, and my tongue was skillfully running down his perfect dirty body and of course I ended with a new blowjob and he cried his happiness again. Then we slept.

It was a horny first week, having sex whenever we could and always desiring to see each other every day. At the weekend we both had all day for that and we spent all Saturday having sex and I ate some of his shit and puke again. I knew the culmination would be later that night when I would be introduced to his friends Vince and Lionel. I had to go to the landfill in his truck, buck naked again, but with gloves on my hands. Naked they would meet me and use me, but before that moment I had to remove my gloves and tell them my name and explain why I was called that.

It was again a thrilling ride naked through the town, with no clothes on except gloves covering my hands. My master had ordered me to jack off and cum on the truck floor before we reached the landfill. So I wanked as I saw the city moving again and now I didn’t give a damn if someone was watching me. Master Darren had told me that just in case we saw the police sirens I should slide then to the back area of his truck and hide for a while. But we saw no police and I finally shot my load for we were very close to the landfill now.

Once there, I got out and buck naked as I was I met two men of my own size, both of them with dark curly hair, both of them clearly dirty, but one of them with a stronger smell of sweat, whom I was introduced as Vince.

-Hello, Sir –I greeted him in my nudity.

The other man was Lionel.

-Hello, Sir –I greeted him again.

Of course I called them Sir Vince and Sir Lionel.

-So this is my slave that you see naked before you. What is your name, slave?

And as we had rehearsed I answered.

-I have two names, Sirs. One of them is Shitbag.

-And what’s your other name, slave? And why?

Then I removed my gloves and said.

-As you can see, Sirs, I was honored to have been mutilated by my Master Darren and my other name after now is Nineteen. You can use either of my two names, Sirs. I am a piece of shit at your disposal.

-I will be first –said my master. Lie on your back and stain your body with garbage. I will fuck you now.

His friends Vince and Lionel were watching the show, beating off and looking at my master as if saying: you have a priceless slave, you lucky guy. They smiled and awaited their turn, knowing well they would end up fucking me. But in the midst of my master’s penetration, he invited Vince to stick his cock in my mouth. And so I was now, serving two cocks at once. Vince did not resist much and immediately it was Lionel who wanted a new blowjob. I was starting it when my master did cum. He told Vince that now he could fuck me, if he so wished and soon a second dick was pummeling me. But Vince shot his load when Lionel still had not cum. I was for a long time sucking his cock till he did blast his load. I suppose that Vince and Lionel’s dicks were dirty but I was used to my master’s shaft and there could be no dirtier cock than his.

Now Master Darren came to my mouth and ordered me to blow him and Lionel placed himself in my ass.

-I hardly fuck –Lionel told me then-. I prefer being fucked. But your ass is silk, Nineteen Shitbag. It really gives pleasure. By the way, do you have another name?

-My new names are Nineteen and Shitbag, Sir. I only use my former name: Shaun, when I am at work or with my neighbours –and in that moment Master Darren came. The three of them had busted their loads in my mouth. Still Sir Lionel had to cum in my ass.

-Your master has been informing us, Shaun –I was moved that young man called me Shaun- that you are really a brave man and I can see it and like it. We are three strange friends for your master is bisexual, Vince is hetero and I am gay, but the three of us are great friends and always talk about sex naturally and our lust for dirty things. But now I am gonna cum in your arse. The three of us will piss in your mouth later and then you are going to fuck me. Have you ever fucked an ass, Shaun?

-Never before, Sir.

-I’m cumming now –and Sir Lionel really yelled now. I had achieved the double fun for all three of them to cum in my mouth and in my ass.

-Now we will piss you. Of course your master will be first.

My master’s rod was hard again when he let it in my mouth and naturally started to bathe me with a new wet stream of rancid piss. Then Sir Vince took his place. His cock was not as dirty as my master’s but his stream was longer and dirtier. But I enjoyed all tastes by now. Finally Sir Lionel came to my mouth too and pissed me with security a sweet long stream. I was in heaven. Then Sir Lionel told me.

-Now you will fuck me. You will continue to be Nineteen for both of them but for me you will be Shaun and I want to be Lionel for you, only Lionel, understood?

-Yes, sir…. Sorry, I mean, yes Lionel

-Now fuck me, Shaun.

I plunged my dick inside an ass for the first time in my life. Lionel asked me to kiss him and I did. He told me it was the first time he was being fucked before his friends but he loved it. And I was feeling heaven fucking an ass and a strong desire to be the friend of that hot man. My first time fucking a man was long with constant cheers from Master Darren and Sir Vince, and I was surrounding Lionel with all my sweetness. He told me that he would like to repeat with me often. My master then said.

-Tomorrow Lionel doesn’t work. Vince and I will make his shift. You can go with him to his house, my dear Shitbag, and get to know each other and always be friends.

-If you think it is right, Sir –I said-, I agree. Now I am gonna cum.

And it was the first time in my life I came inside an ass. Lionel kissed me then and my dick still spilling in his ass he thanked me and assured me he would like to always be my friend.

-Now, Nineteen, you have some things to eat. Come to my ass; I will be first.

• And then I was fed some more of Master Darren’s shit, for he had not shat everything in my mouth that afternoon and kept some shit inside on purpose. It was again heaven to eat shit, for the first time with an audience. When he finished it was Sir Vince’s turn. His shift was softer but did not take long. The increasing smell of shit aroused all three men. Lionel was stroking my body and congratulating me and finally it was his turn but asked if I really wanted to taste it too. When I said: “please, Lionel, I also want your shit, you hot man”, he fed me too a long amount of nasty crap, but Lionel’s shit had somehow a sweeter taste. It was a wonderful shit banquet that I had for twenty minutes from the three of them. But I had eaten everything. Now Master Darren informed me they would be a while spitting in my mouth all three together and finally they would puke one by one. I opened my mouth and was for two minutes eating what those three hot men were feeding me now at the same time. I had to make my master proud of me and I was fulfilling again my role as a toilet, now a toilet also for his friends.

Finally Master Darren kissed me again with the affection I already knew in him and started to puke. His friend still could not believe that I could easily swallow that entire stream and that they would be next. I was gulping down all my master was feeding me for three minutes. Then he invited Sir Vince to be next. I was moved knowing that man was heterosexual but even so he showed no disgust kissing my mouth for some minutes till he started to discharge a new reddish porridge that I swallowed with delectation. His was the longest amount. His guts were full but I would show no sign of exhaustion and I ate and ate, always with a smiling face. Finally it would be Lionel’s turn. I wanted to please that hot man, my new friend, and even though his puke was nastier, almost green, the most putrid thing I swallowed that night, I made him see that my stomach was the dump and I kept on swallowing. Finally he kissed me, not minding my breath, which must stink. And I heard then Master Darren say that it was the end of tonight’s show. I should get Lionel’s address to be with him the next day. I said goodbye to my master’s friends and again got in his truck. He asked me if I had enjoyed and I touched my cock as an answer and said of course, Sir. He asked me to jack off again inside his truck and I came soon, so horny I was remembering everything. Finally the most difficult moments: getting out of the truck buck naked and go up the stairs to our house, where I was finally safe again with the hot man I was in love with.

The next day I went to see Lionel. He kissed me first and invited me to a coffee,

-You see, Shaun. I like everything in you: you are cute and sexy, filthy and courageous. I would not mind spending my whole life with a guy as you.

-Please, Lionel. I’m glad we are friends, and even sex mates. But I love Darren and I always will. Do not talk about love or sharing our lives.

-Ok, Shaun. I respect your devotion for Darren. But will you not fuck me?

-I will if you fuck me too.

So we fucked each other again, first I fucked him and then it was him who fucked me. So horny we were that after a new coffee and more conversation we fucked each other again. No blowjobs that first day. But we had become really good friends who would keep on having sex with each other for years. And finally I returned with Master Darren.

Five years with him, always his slave with my two beautiful humiliating names, sometimes Shaun even for him. I don’t know if he is in love but we share our lives. I am always aroused when he beats me, when he feeds me some of his delicious excrements, and I spend a horny life always aroused at his strong smell of sweat.

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As the opera was coming to a conclusion, Rushdy leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips again and whispered in my ear how sexy I looked in my tuxedo and how much a “good stick” I was for being a help to him.

I nearly flared up then, but then I could see the danger in his eyes, the flash of dominance. “David tells me that this is little different from your life in New York. Was he lying to me?”

Embarrassed–because David hadn’t really lied, although he had no right to make such decisions for me–I lowered my eyes without answering. Then he whispered something about how beautiful and alluring I was, and I immediately was lost to him again.

I was walking on air as we left the opera house. I assumed the Rolls coupe would be brought around and we’d go back to Giza to fuck and fantasize over the lush sets and powerful music of the opera. But once again Rushdy surprised me.

“Let us walk the streets for a bit and come back for the car when the crowds have dissipated.”

We did walk, into dark streets that narrowed into almost alleys, but it didn’t seem like Rushdy was just rambling; it seemed like he knew where he was going.

In the middle of one narrow street, he stopped, turned abruptly to his right, and rapped on a wooden door on the ground floor of a building next to stone stairs that led up to what seemed to be the building’s formal entrance. A window shutter in the door was pulled open and then the door was flung wide and a portly middle-aged Egyptian in a galabiyah, the traditional, long robe worn by Egyptian men, and a turban was all bows and welcomes and ushered Rushdy and me through the door.

The man leered at me as we passed and I shrank against Rushdy.

As the man was shutting and locking the door, Rushdy leaned down and whispered to me, “And now we are at the other end of the political spectrum. This is considered a hotbed of revolutionary fervor. I must play to the English tune, but this is where my heart is, with my people. But if the British ever–”

He broke off there as we were being ushered down a darkened corridor toward a beaded curtain covering a door, beyond which there as dim light, a cloud of smoke, and a low hubbub of sound.

The room we entered was directly out of the Arabian Nights: overlapping layers of Oriental carpeting on the floor, low tables in mother-of-pearl inlay, a mass of silk throw pillows, and draperies on the wall providing a tent-like effect. The room was full of bubbling hookahs, which helped explain the smoke. Scattered about the room were men, many of them middle-aged, some of them very young and paired with middle-aged men. Few were sitting alone, not being touched by someone else. They were stretched out in various degrees of embrace, puffing on the hookahs and many in some stage of sexual intercourse. Most of those in any form of dress at all only wore billowy diaphanous pants and turbans. A few wore spangled-decorated short vests over bare chests. Many wore nothing.

Rushdy and I were escorted to a hookah and pillow-strewn area of the room that wasn’t already occupied and bade to settle down. As soon as we had, though, four men, two fairly young, two older, all beefy, appeared and sat, cross-legged, arrayed before us. All had their eyes on us–mostly on me.

“These men are among the revolutionary leadership, very important to the new Egypt. Strip down to your underdrawers,” Rushdy said to me. “You’ll be more comfortable.”

“You?” I asked.

“Later,” he answered. “Have you smoked hashish before?”

“Never,” I answered.

Rushdy turned to the Egyptian who had admitted us, who had slipped his galabiyah over his head and was sitting, facing me, in a loin cloth and his turban, and stoking up the hookah. Rushdy said something to the man in Arabic, which I hoped was an instruction to keep the hashish content in the pipe mild. The man had a pot belly and slightly drooping breasts like a woman, but he seemed well muscled as well and had strong hands with long, sensuous fingers, which I watched, mesmerized, as he manipulated the parts of the hookah.

The pasha bade me to lay back in the pillows and relax and he stretched out beside me, putting an arm under my neck and gently stroking my nipples and belly with the fingers of his free hand. I thought back to his statement of thinking of fucking me in the box at the opera during the performance and wondered if I was less inclined to let him do so here, with these half-naked Egyptian men staring at us. I decided it wouldn’t inconvenience me a bit.

The Egyptian moved between my legs, dragging the hookah toward me, and I spread my legs, raised my knees, and placed my feet flat on the carpeting.

He leaned over my bare torso, drawing the long cylinder of the pipe toward my face and looking down into my face with an expression that was half smile and half leer. I took a short pull on the pipe and a sense of lightness and well-being flowed through my body. I took a longer pull and felt the smoke flow through my body, moving me to the sensation of floating above the earth. Rushdy was stroking my chest and belly, and I felt his touch with heighted, sensuous sensation. It then seemed like more hands than just his were gliding over my body and touching me intimately. Another long drag on the pipe.

My underdrawers were being pulled down my legs and off and I raised my knees, my legs together, toes pointed so that the underdrawers could easily be stripped off. But then hands were palming my knees. Long, sensuous fingers, coaxing my knees apart. Another long drag on the pipe, and I felt my legs spreading, moving apart, flowing away from me. I was floating on the clouds, above the tree tops. Looking down at the trees. Seeing every individual leaf.

Long, sensuous fingers cupping my buttocks, raising my pelvis a bit from the pillows. Moistness coming down over my cock. I was engorging, my hips rising and falling gently, listening to a slight sucking sound above the bubbling of the hookah. And the murmurs of voices, in a language I couldn’t understand. All of my sensations were gathering at my center; I heard myself sigh at the pleasure washing over me from the moist, rhythmic pressure on my rock-hard cock.

“Another pull on the hookah,” I heard a voice say. Low, rich tones. Rushdy?

I did as bade. A tight, warm feeling came over me and I felt my seed release in a gentle flow. The moist pressure moving down my perineum, searching for, and as I dug my heels in the carpet, rising to it, finding the entrance to my channel.

“Again,” Rushdy’s voice whispered, and I took another drag on the hookah.

A body was crouched over me, between my legs, I arched my back and gave a long, low moan that went on forever as the throbbing shaft entered me, and slid and slid and slid up into my passage. A long journey back out of me, giving me a sensation of loss, and the feeling of being invaded and stretched again–and then again and again. Interminable stroking inside me and the feel of the flow along the walls of the channel.

“Another pull,” the voice said.

Another invasion of my channel, the probe not as long as the first but thicker. I arched my back and moaned as in-and-out stroking resumed again, ending with another flow deep inside me.

We were riding above the clouds, me facing up into the heavens. A man on top of me, embracing me, his cock, not feeling the same as the two times before, the bulb rubbing in different places on the walls inside me, pumping slow and deep inside me as we floated through the air. I was sighing and holding him close to me, wanting him inside me. We began turning in the air, his cock thickening and lengthening inside me. And stroking, stroking, stroking. Releasing.

Rushdy at last, I thought. At last taking me. Again and again. Thicker than before, reaching deeper than before. I gave a little cry and a lurch as he released inside me, held, throbbing, for a moment, and then withdrew. Thinner now on reentry as he started stroking again. I was facing down toward the earth now and the cock was stroking up into me. My eyes picked out each individual leaf on the trees passing below and followed the intricate veining–on each individual leaf. Milky white cum flowing over the leaves.

Ah, Rushdy. Who would have known he would be so gentle and so filling and so big? So varied in his touch. And so fecund, releasing inside me again and again.

“Inhale again.”

Laying stretched out on top of him, in his embrace, him inside me. And then him also on top of me, under and above at the same time. And entering me again from on top. While still inside me from underneath. The sudden clarity that there were two cocks inside me. But I was managing; I didn’t care.

“Very good. Breathe normally. Take another pull on the hookah.”

Hunched in the corner of the Rolls, the cool night breeze flowing around the windshield and blowing into my face, bringing me back into the world, I began to question whether it had been Rushdy at all. I was still naked other than my underdrawers. My tuxedo apparel was neatly folded at my feet. Rushdy was wearing his tuxedo.

He turned and smiled at me. And he was saying something, but, though I could see his lips move, I couldn’t hear a word he said. But we’d had prolonged, all-out sex at last. Hadn’t we? My ears were buzzing, everything around me outside of the car was a swirling blur.

Out in the desert again, beyond the pyramids. In the backseat of the Rolls, rising and falling on the cock. This time I was sure it was Rushdy.

When I woke in the late morning, naked, on my bed, Egyptian sun streaming into the chamber, it was to the realization that much of what had happened earlier in the hashish den hadn’t been Rushdy at all. And it hadn’t been just one man. Not even one at a time.

But what was done was done. I’m sure that’s what the pasha would say if I queried him about the evening.

* * * *

I wasn’t fully back in the land of the present until early afternoon the next day. We were in the Rolls, tooling along toward Alexandria. We already were half way there. I looked over at Rushdy, who was watching the road and smoking a cigarette. I thought I said something, but it came out as a fuzzy mess, if at all. He didn’t act like he heard me. But after twenty-some more miles, he turned and looked at me. He smiled just like everything was perfectly normal.

“There you are. Back with us,” he said cheerfully. “It won’t be long until we are at the ship, and then the porter on the Kiyi knows just the concoction to fix you up.”

That was it. The same same. A night of debauchery that wasn’t going to be mentioned beyond me needing something to pull me back into the present. Well, if he was going to play the game this way, I wouldn’t mess it up.

“The Kiyi?” I asked.

“We’re going out on the yacht. On the Kiyi. It’s a yacht. The meeting I set up at the opera last night. Businessmen. Some very important businessmen to Egypt’s future.”

I said nothing, just continued looking at him, attempting a neutral aspect. I wasn’t sure I even could say anything yet.

“You’ll like the Kiyi,” he continued. “Fifty feet long, all teak cabins, a cabin for each of us and a saloon, with bar. Just two years old. A Coolidge fantail design, built by the Schertzer brothers. Top of the line. Might even take it to Malta one of these days.”

“What day is it?”

“It’s just the day after we went to the opera,” he answered, all smiles and cheeriness.

“David and the camera crew?”

“Not back in Cairo.”

“And while you are meeting on this yacht? What about me?”

“You’ll be on the yacht too, of course. You can sunbathe. I know you want to do that regularly, to keep your tan up.”

“A suit? What about–?”

“You’re wearing one. Not as small as you are used to as your tan lines indicate. But it will have to do.”

I put my hand down under the waistband of my cotton trousers and, sure enough, I was wearing a bathing suit. I turned my head toward the passing sand, feeling warmth go through my body, starting to go hard. He had dressed me, maybe? And maybe while he was dressing me? But, no, for some reason I couldn’t explain I still felt unfucked by Rushdy–even after being sure about it out in the desert the previous night. Somehow I’d know he had done it when it happened. I ached for it.

We were out on the sea, no land in sight, when the men finished up their hours’-long meeting in the saloon below the roof where I was lying on a lounge bed, getting an over-all tan. The suit had been too big for me. I didn’t want to ruin my tan lines–at least in the direction of too much coverage. Taking advantage of the vast, empty sea, I slipped the suit off for all-over tanning.

I had dozed and was fully unprepared for the first two men. One of them was above me, holding me trapped in a full Nelson, but able to look down the line of my body as the first businessman, naked, an Egyptian, not in bad shape, trapped my legs with his arms, sucked my cock, and slobbered on my hole. I struggled until the one at my head placed his lips next to my ears and in soothing tones told me how beautiful my body was, how perfect each part, how enticing my nipples with the large, brown aureoles were, how he wanted to suck on them and roll the nubs around in his mouth. How he and the other man had ached to be inside me since they’d seen me at the opera the previous evening. How very much they wanted to worship my beautiful body.

He also, more significantly, told me that we were out at sea, just those of us partying together, and that he was going to fuck me–that this was why I was on the boat.

The magic of his cajoling and of the Egyptian’s sucking of my cock and tonguing of my hole, not to mention the reality of the situation, worked on me until I was bucking and begging for it. The Egyptian slid his knees under my buttocks, lifting my pelvis for a straight shot of his cock, while the man at my head, French, I think, released the hold on my arms, let my head fall over the top of the lounge, pressed down on my shoulders with the palms of his hands, and slid his cock into my mouth.

“So nice, so sweet, such a soft mouth,” I heard him whisper, and, with a sigh, I started giving him head.

There were six business associates and each one did me at least twice before the Kiyi was nudging its way back into Alexandria harbor. I didn’t mind the fucking. They paid attention to me and made sure I knew how much they needed me and had been trembling in anticipation of being inside me.

But the pasha’s assumptions that I’d just give it up for any man who asked me nicely to open my legs for him . . . It’s true that he had asserted that I would help him stay in his power position by dispensing such “favors” and that I hadn’t refused him. But I hadn’t agreed to it either. I was still here to be in Rushdy’s bed, not for him to led me to the beds of other men–at least not as frequently as was happening.

I didn’t speak a word to Rushdy on the drive back to the Giza villa. He prattled on, though, as if nothing at all had occurred. He stopped briefly enough at the front steps of the villa for me to hop out of the Rolls and lurch up the steps to the terrace and then to my bed chamber, while he drove the car around to the stables.

I assumed I wouldn’t see him until dinner when he would tell me where else he was going to take me that evening to pimp me. But after he’d put the car away and gone to his room and changed into the open-fronted gauzy robe, he appeared at the French doors of my room out onto the terrace.

His body was as magnificent as always, and his cock was half hard.

Here we go, I thought, and everything I’d been through evaporated. This was it at last. We were going to fuck. I still wasn’t sure that we hadn’t fucked the night before, but now I would be fully conscious for it, could fully enjoy and participate in the experience. Nothing else that had happened mattered. I stripped off my trousers and shirt–I hadn’t put the bathing suit back on–moved over to in front of him, and went down on my knees. I reached for his cock, prepared to swallow it.

But he brushed my hands away and walked around me and into the room.

That was it. I’d had enough. I told myself the spell was broken. Angry, I rose and turned. My fists were bunched up and I would have struck out at him if he hadn’t moved a safe distance from me.

“That’s it. I’ve had enough of your teasing and of your pimping,” I yelled at him. “You can try to keep me here, locked up, to service your friends. But I will break out of here. I’ll find David and escape this.”

I heard him snort, which didn’t help my disposition one bit. “Locked up? Break out? Find David? This is delusion. The only thing keeping you here is your own lust and your narcissism. I’m not keeping you prisoner. There, over on that dresser. Have you even bothered to look? Your open-ended ship ticket to London and enough cash to wait for the next ship–or the one after that. And David and the camera crew? They left for London two days ago. David said I could keep you, that he was tired of your pouting and manipulation. He said that, as far as he was concerned, you could do what you do, be what you are–a whore for any man’s cock–here in Egypt just as well as you do it in New York.”

“Keep me? My manipulation?” I screamed at him. “What about your manipulation?”

I launched myself at him, fists flailing. He laughed as I reached him, folded his arms around me, trapping both arms and hands, turned me toward the bed and bent over my back.

I felt his hard cock at the small of my back, sliding down, into the crack of my buttocks. The underside of his cock was rubbing across my hole, which was opening right up for him. I was panting and sobbing and moaning, trying to move my buttocks to present for him, trying to coax the cock to enter me. He just continued rubbing the cock across my hole. His teeth went to one of my ear lobes, and I groaned as he held it in his teeth.

“Please, please,” I whispered.

“Such a beautiful little body,” he whispered in my ear. “The face of an angel. A lithe, flexible, perfectly formed body. Blond. Arousing for Arabic men. Smooth, round buttocks. A sweet channel that any man would like to fuck. The way you get your way. The lust of men. The way I can get my way in today’s Egypt too.”

“Please, please,” I pleaded. “Please fuck me. Fuck me. FUCK me!”

“I haven’t pimped you. You love this. You are totally in love with yourself and your body. You loved being put on display. To be bid on. To move men to want to fuck you. To be fucked by them. You can’t get enough of it–and of yourself.”

“I have no fucking idea what you’re saying,” I moaned, as reaching back to try to grab his cock and get it stuffed inside me at last.

Moving his hips back, out of my reach, he released me and let me sink to the bed. “Of course you don’t understand what I’m saying. It’s not within your capability.”

He moved to the French doors and turned. “You aren’t a prisoner to anything but your own wants and your narcissism. You aren’t in a cage here–at least not one that isn’t of your own making. Yours is a gilded cage of your own construction, built of your narcissism and of your obsession with being fucked. I toy with you because I can and because it amuses me to see how you insatiably and blindly follow your narcissistic needs. Any time you want to leave, just take your things and go to the stable and ask for Issa. He’ll drive you into Cairo or to Alexandria as you wish. You can leave any time you want.”

“Of course I’ll leave,” I shot back. “Why should I stay here?”

He continued as if I’d said nothing. “If you stay, we go to the horse races in Heliopolis tomorrow. I have a horse entered. Sir Hilary wants to fuck you in the steward’s box during the third, fifth, and ninth races. He was precise about that. I think he must have official duties for the other races. Or perhaps he just knows how long it takes for him to get it up again.”

He laughed. He was laughing at me. “He thinks your body is divine; he can’t wait to get his cock inside you. He says his balls ache for you. His cock is as thick and long as Cecil Pills’s is and I’ve heard he has a steady and strong stroke, if not the inventiveness of Cecil, for his age. He paid me ten pounds for each go at your tail. He wants you that much. You know that now. If you go with me to the races, it means you are prepared to lie under him without fuss–several times.”

When Rushdy was gone, I pulled myself up to a sitting position on the bed.

I would go, I thought, my eyes scanning the room, looking for where my suitcase may have been stored. I would leave him, leave here. Tonight.

But not until Pasha Rushdy Abazar had fucked me properly–when I was conscious enough to feel every stroke of it. I would show him. He would worship at my feet before I left here. He would be lost to me and then I would go, leaving him to mourn.

My eyes went to the armoire. I wondered what one wore to the horse races here in Egypt. And, dredging my mind on whether I remembered what he looked like, I wondered if Sir Hilary really said his balls ached for me. But then, of course they did. All men’s did.

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SQUIDBOY

EJ Allerie

PART 1

“In his house at R’lyeh, dead Cthulu waits dreaming”

— H.P. Lovecraft

This is how it began.

My brother and I were at the opera. James had given me the glasses, and although I was looking through them, I was not watching the performance. Instead, my eyes were fixed on a particular member of the audience. My heart pounded as I watched him from afar. Tall, broad-shouldered, his handsome face clean-shaven, his features rugged and masculine, I felt my trousers tightening instantly. He was perfection, exactly my type. His dark hair was slicked back with a certain disregard. A smile played about his lips as he watched the performance, and suddenly, he turned his head and looked straight at me.

I dropped the opera glasses from my face immediately, feeling my excitement giving way to embarrassment. I handed the glasses back to my James.

“What do you think?” he asked, quietly, so as not to disturb the performance.

“He saw me,” I whispered back.

“And?” James grinned. “What do you think?”

“Well, I love everything about him. His dark brown hair, his hazelnut eyes, his smooth pink lips, his muscles.”

“His arse?” James offered.

I turned beet red. Though James and I were equal in our looks—boyishly thin, lightly tanned skin and freckled noses, with windswept dirty blond hair and a roguish charm in our appearance—our personalities could not have been more different. If there really was such a thing as good and evil twins, James was certainly the evil one. Wild, impulsive, and devilishly wicked, James seemed to have no shame, even when it came to our shared inclination for older gentlemen. Gentlemen like the man I’d been staring at through the opera glasses. Me, on the other hand? Well, I was James’s opposite. Quiet, shy, reserved, and I did feel shame. I felt it plainly. But I wasn’t willing to let my brother see that. Not now, not with the game at stake.

“Yes,” I said, challenging him. “That too.”

My brother’s countenance softened. He gestured to our mark. “Do you know who he is?”

I shook my head. “Do you?”

“I do,” he answered. “And if you want to back out of our little dare, now’s the time. I’ll tell you everything I know about him, but only after I know you’re in.”

I looked away from my brother, back to my target. Even at a distance, he was gorgeous. Everyone else in the opera hall seemed to fade away as I watched him. Nothing else mattered. I wanted him so badly. Even if the game wasn’t at stake, I needed to have him.

“I’m in,” I answered.

“Good.”

The song ended, and applause broke out. James had to wait for the applause to die down before he could continue. Then, as promised, he explained everything.

“That’s Sir Victor Tyrell. A bachelor, even at his age, he’s never taken a wife. Naturally, there are rumours floating about as to why. Sir Victor doesn’t care for women. He prefers young men, such as ourselves.”

“Sounds like this will be easy,” I said, “Why pick him? I thought you wanted to challenge me.”

“Wait, I haven’t finished. He prefers young men, but he has a type.”

“What type?” I asked.

“Have you heard of the Yellow Tiger Club?”

I had heard of it, but I didn’t know much about it. “It’s a brothel,” I answered.

“Not just any brothel. The Yellow Tiger Club specializes in men with certain unique attributes.”

“Like what?” I asked, frightened of what his answer might be. “Have you been there?”

“Of course!” James answered with a laugh, “I’ve been everywhere. Oh, let me tell you about the Yellow Tiger Club, so named because the master of the club has skin striped yellow and black, like a tiger—”

I gasped, interrupting him.

“And a tail,” James concluded.

I stared in stupefied silence, as my brother continued to detail the boys of the notorious Yellow Tiger Club. One of the boys, he explained, to my mortification, had an extra cock, just below the first. One was a contortionist, and could fit his entire body into a little box.

“Imagine what else he can do,” James added.

Another was supposed, according to my brother, to have a three-foot long tongue. One was a giant, nearly eight feet tall, and entirely proportional, based on James’s findings. Another, a dwarf, not proportional in all things. Indeed, in some regards, my brother said, the dwarf was the real giant.

“What does this have to do with Sir Victor?” I asked, afraid I’d already guessed the answer.

“Well, I said that he is supposed to have a type, did I not?” James answered. “Indeed, Sir Victor is a regular visitor of the Yellow Tiger Club. I’m told he never visits any other brothels. He does not care for ordinary boys.”

“This is a challenge I can’t win,” I protested. “You deliberately picked Sir Victor, knowing I could never have him.”

“On the contrary…”

I raised an eyebrow. My brother knew perfectly well that I had no unusual attributes to allure Sir Victor. After all, we were identical twins, and he had no such attributes himself.

“I’ve made arrangements with a certain doctor, who’s been conducting some rather unusual experiments. He swears by a certain procedure that he believes can give you some rather peculiar attributes that will undoubtedly draw Sir Victor’s attention, if you’re willing to go through with it. That is, unless you’d like to forfeit.”

I steeled my jaw. I’d already lost two of James’s challenges. I wasn’t willing to lose another dare, to give him something else to hold over me. This time, I was going to win, no matter what it took.

“Just tell me what I have to do.”

James grinned and slapped me on the back. He took a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to me. Even in the dim light, I could see an address written on it. The address of the doctor who was to perform this procedure on me, who would give me these unusual attributes that would allow me to seduce Sir Victor Tyrell. I nodded, thrusting the piece of paper into my own pocket, and slipping quietly out of the opera hall even as the performance continued. I had no idea what was in store for me.

***

An old, gothic mansion stood at the top of the hill, a long flight of rickety wooden steps leading the way to its door. The windows were dark, the curtains drawn. Vines crept along the side of the house like tendrils exploring the brickwork.

The steps groaned in complaint as I climbed the staircase up to the house and stepped beneath the archway, second-guessing myself the entire time. My skin pricked and I shivered beneath my coat, though the night was mild. I summoned whatever nerve I had, and even as my hand trembled with hesitation, I grabbed the brass knocker and tried it. A low thrum resounded through the thick door. A minute passed, and all I could hear were the crickets in the garden. I noticed a placard on the door as I waited. The R’lyeh Manor, it read. Another minute went by in that same near-silence, and by then I really was ready to turn around. It was clear that no one was at home, and I would have to return in the morning.

Then, without warning, the door swung open. I had expected a butler to answer, but the man who stood before me was dressed in a stark white lab coat and had a pair of brass goggles atop his bald head. He was thin, but surprisingly muscular for a man of his profession. I noticed a scar that ran down his long forehead, across his eyebrow, all the way down to his cheek. His skin was a pale, sickly colour.

“Hello,” I began, “I got this address from my brother. My name is—”

“Ethan?” he guessed, looking me up and down with his eyes, and putting his hands on my shoulder. I tried not to squirm beneath his grasp or let it show on my face. “Yes, your brother mentioned you would be coming. Remarkable. You look just like him.”

“Twins,” I said, with an awkward laugh.

“Yes, that’s right,” he seemed to remember, letting his hands trail from my shoulders to my waist in what seemed to be an absent-minded manner. “Even so…” he added, and trailed off. He seemed to catch himself, and pulled his hands away from my body.

I stood awkwardly at the door, doubting my mission once more. Would I really be able to go through with this procedure my brother had arranged for me? And a worse thought occurred to me. What would the doctor expect as payment for his services? He wasn’t entirely unattractive, but he certainly wasn’t my type, with his bookish, pale face, his large nose, and expansive forehead. And if his wandering hands were any indication, I was certainly his type.

Then, of course, I had to remind myself of what was at stake here. The game my brother and I were playing was hardly child’s play. The truth was that at eighteen, I was still a virgin. Although my brother had been exploring his sexuality from a young age and had already had dozens of sexual partners, I never had. It wasn’t that I was incapable of finding a man who would be willing; after all, I shared my brother’s good looks, and he’d never had trouble. I was simply more particular about the men I wanted to sleep with. I had a type. James’ type was everyone. Eventually, my brother began to become concerned.

“Carry on like this,” he warned, “and you’ll be a virgin for life.”

Thus, our game began. These were the rules. I needed to lose my virginity before my nineteenth birthday. James got to choose my partner, and I was to seduce him. I had only three chances. I had already passed on the first two, meaning Sir Victor was my third and final shot at winning the game. And if I lost, James would win something he’d always wanted. I had promised that if I lost the game, James could fuck me himself.

My brother delighted in taboo. The thought of an incestuous affair was nothing if not exciting to him. To me, the very idea was mortifying. I could not afford to lose this game. Whatever the cost, I would seduce Sir Victor. And if this doctor could help me, I would do just about anything…

“Doctor—”

“Dr. Howard Phillips Lustcraft,” he said, by way of introduction.

“Dr. Lustcraft, my brother mentioned you might be able to help me—”

Again the doctor interrupted me. “Yes, yes, everything’s ready. As I said, I’ve been expecting you. Please, follow me,” he added, swinging the door wide.

I followed Dr. Lustcraft into the house, wondering what I was getting myself into, but knowing that my questions would soon be answered. As he led the way down a flight of stone steps, the cold air announced that we were descending to the basement. I felt goosebumps creeping up my arms.

The way was lit by gaslight. Specimens in jars lined the shelves along the wall, preserved in formaldehyde. I began to notice a common theme. Tentacles. Squids, octopus, jellyfish, even some exotic plant species with winding tendrils unlike anything I’d ever seen. The doctor said nothing as we descended, but he flashed me what was surely meant to be a reassuring smile as we arrived on the landing and he unlocked the basement door.

I’m not sure what I was expecting, but the lab, a massive room with a high ceiling and brick walls, was clean and clinical. Surgical equipment was kept neatly on the shelves, the silver tools polished to a glistening sheen. A collection of brass goggles like the doctor was wearing were hung neatly on hooks along one wall. A set of shelves displayed still more tentacled specimens. Each and every jar was carefully labelled.

But what drew my eye, what truly astonished me, was the vast tank of water that took up the majority of the lab’s space. The tank was below ground, a broad rectangular pool, filled to the brim. It smelt like the ocean, so I imagined it was filled with saltwater. In the dim light, I couldn’t see to its bottom, and could only guess what it contained.

As I looked back to the doctor, I thought I saw a ripple in the water’s surface and something flick out of the water, but when I looked back to the pool, the water was still and calm. No trace of whatever had made the ripple. Something drew me closer to the tank. I’m not entirely sure what the sound was, a low hum coming from the pool, rhythmic, pulsing—whatever it was, it had entranced me. Nearer, ever nearer, I followed its sound to the edge of the pool, oblivious to the doctor’s voice, until suddenly, I felt his hand on my shoulder.

I started, coming out of the trance with such suddenness it made me gasp for air. I blinked in confusion as I came out of the trance. Looking down at my feet, I saw that I was already ankle deep in the water. I stepped back in alarm.

“Remarkable,” said the doctor.

This only added to my confusion. “What just happened?” I asked him.

As if to comfort me, again he put his hand on my shoulder, and guided me to a wooden chair next to his workbench. I sat down, and the doctor sat facing me. He pulled the chair closer, placing his ever-groping hand on my leg. To my surprise, I found I didn’t mind. I felt intoxicated, nearly to the point of delirium, but more than that. Whatever that sound was, it had aroused me beyond control. I wished the doctor would slide his hand further up my leg, so he could feel my hardness. I tried to think of other thoughts, but it was difficult. What had come over me?

“I’m sorry. I should have prepared you before we came down here. It’s just, that’s never happened before. Not like that, anyway. I think…” he mused, rubbing his hand absently up and down my leg, “I think, for lack of an explanation, that it likes you.”

“Doctor, what likes me?”

“Beg your pardon?” Lustcraft asked, retracting his hand as if I’d just said something offensive.

“Doctor, what’s in the pool?”

“You mean…” he said, “Your brother didn’t explain?”

“Only that you could help me. He said you could conduct a procedure that might allow me to seduce Sir Victor Tyrell.”

“Oh dear,” muttered the doctor. “Oh dear, oh dear. I must apologize. I thought you were aware. Oh, well, I shall have to do my best to explain.” He returned his hand to its position on my leg, caressing my thigh familiarly. Again, I tried to think of other things, but I felt myself hardening at his touch. “The thing in the tank,” he began to explain, “has many tentacles.”

He stopped there, uncertain how to continue.

“Like an octopus?” I asked.

“Yes,” he answered, then immediately corrected himself, “And no. Well, yes, like an octopus, but not. It’s not really a creature at all, not in the usual sense. You see, it wasn’t born or hatched, or anything like that. It was created, here in this lab. Engineered, using material taken from existing creatures—squid, octopus, jellyfish, even some rare species of plants discovered in the jungles of Africa and the rainforests of South America.”

“An engineered being?” I asked.

“Merely engineered parts,” he answered, letting his hand creep further up my leg. I didn’t complain. “These tentacles aren’t attached to any body. They’re attached to a machine, made of clockwork parts, gears and sprockets.”

“But you said it liked me?”

“These tentacles, they have some unusual attributes. Although they aren’t attached to any body, they seem to respond to certain people in unique ways. They respond to sexual attraction, in particular, and they emit powerful pheromones to intoxicate their prospective mates.”

“Mates?” I said in alarm.

“Yes,” Lustcraft answered. “You see, that’s the procedure your brother alluded to. You’ll need to engage them sexually, and the tentacles will bond with you. They’ll become a part of you, able to respond to your will, able to seduce anyone you desire.”

Sighing heavily as he spoke, it took a monumental effort on my part to look the doctor in the eye, and tell him that he was out of his mind. I wanted nothing more than to strip out of my clothes and let him have his way with me. Perhaps these engineered tentacles really could emit pheromones. What else could explain my intense arousal? But what Dr. Lustcraft was saying was utter nonsense.

“You want me to fuck an octopus?” I snorted.

“It’s not an octopus,” he answered, with a sigh. “It may be organic, but it doesn’t have a brain, remember. It’s no more an octopus than a strand of hair plucked from your head is a human being. Detached from the head, it’s nothing more than organic material.”

I tried to wrap my head around the thought, but found I couldn’t shake the idea of what he was asking me to do. “He wants me to fuck an octopus,” I said to myself.

“Yes, yes, fine, I want you to fuck an octopus,” Lustcraft muttered. “Let’s just get on with it, shall we?”

“This is insane.” I stood up and made to leave, but as I did, I heard that low pulsing music coming from the water. I put my hand on my groin and groaned softly. What the hell was wrong with me? Maybe I really was as perverted as my brother.

“Undress,” I heard Dr. Lustcraft’s voice, as if from afar, “and get into the pool.”

***

One layer at a time, I stripped down in front of the prying eyes of Dr. Lustcraft. I tossed my shirt onto the chair back, bearing my freckled shoulders and holding the doctor’s rapt attention. Shyly, I unbuttoned my suspenders and set these down on the chair as well. I shivered in the cold air of the basement and again turned my back to the doctor as I began to unbutton my pants.

The water rippled. I saw the tip of a tentacle flicking out of the pool, and this time, I was certain of what it was. It filled me with an unexplainable and maddening desperation, and I was certain that even if the doctor was mad, there was at least some truth to what he said. The pool of quivering tentacles really did have some power over sexual attraction, whether through their emission of pheromones or by some other explanation. Frantically, I unbuttoned my trousers and let them fall to the floor, eager to climb into the water. I can offer no explanation for the madness that overtook me, but whatever fear and apprehension I’d had, it was now replaced with an eagerness to let those slimy tentacles grope my body.

Behind me, I heard the doctor groan with pleasure, as I slipped out of my underwear and stepped toward the murky pool. I glanced back for reassurance and saw that the doctor had taken his manhood out of his pants and was pleasuring himself while he watched on. I snorted in disgust, but he made no effort to hide what he was doing, and for my part, I hardly cared. I let him watch as I waded into the shallows.

The water was surprisingly warm on my bare skin, an eerie mist drifting atop the water. I waded deeper, letting the water lap against my thighs, and deeper still, until the rippling water slapped against my bare ass.

I felt something flutter past my ankle, but I could see nothing beneath the water. In the dim light, the surface of the water was a mirror, reflecting my own trembling face back at me. Again, something touched me, higher up my leg this time, and it felt like a school of minnows swimming past while skinny dipping. The next time something touched me, it was from behind. I gasped, breathless with fear and excitement. I had no idea what was about to happen, but I was strangely amenable to letting the tentacles explore me.

They probed my willing body further, less tentatively with every touch. They ran up and down my legs, curled around my thighs, wrapped around my waist. Suddenly, squeezing my body with all the power of a boa constrictor, the tentacles dragged me deeper, until I was nearly up to my shoulders in the saltwater pool. I gasped in surprise, forgetting everything but my own fear and strange arousal.

The tentacles relaxed then, seeming to sense my fear. Gently this time, they wrapped themselves around my body, caressing me with all the gentleness of a lover. It felt like a thousand soft hands touching me, and I thrilled under their devoted attention. I let out a low moan as I felt them groping me.

One large tentacle slipped out of the water, curling its long fleshy length before my wondering eyes. Above the water, I could see it clearly. It seemed, somehow, like it was looking back at me. Then it slipped beneath the water again and began to probe its way down my body. It began at my chest and worked its way lower, lower. It probed my nipple as it made its way down my body, and seemed to respond to my moans of pleasure, by lingering there. Somehow, its many suckers felt mouth-like, as if someone was licking me. I gasped in surprise at the sensation. It continued its exploration.

Lower, lower, down it went, running its length down my chest to my stomach, tickling my navel and curling its tip into the hairs beneath my waist. It tugged on them, and I bit my lip in pain, but it was not unenjoyable. As if it sensed that it had hurt me, it relaxed its grip on my hair and continued its exploration further still.

At last, it curled itself around my eager cock. I could hardly contain my pleasure as it gripped me. I closed my eyes and breathed hard. Its grip tightened and relaxed, and as I reached out as if for more, it tightened again. Anxiously, I waded still further into the water. The other tentacles lifted me by my legs and my hips so that I no longer needed to touch the floor of the pool, nor did I need to tread water to stay afloat.
It continued to explore its motions, experimenting with what motions made me tremble most in response. It seemed to settle on an up-and-down motion that felt like a hand performing the same motion. Its grip was firm but not rough, its rhythm controlled and measured. I breathed hard and began to sweat, even in the lukewarm water and cool air of the doctor’s basement.

I trembled as the disembodied tentacles stroked me, gradually increasing in tempo and force, like a symphony building to a crescendo. Just when I began to think I couldn’t hold it in anymore, it eased off. I continued to pant, desperate for more, but the water stilled as the tentacles released my manhood.

Again, while the rest continued to hold my body afloat, the large tentacle resumed its exploration of my body. As if the tentacles were of one mind, they managed to curl themselves around me and flip me over so I was face down above the water. Then I felt the large tentacle caressing me from behind, roughly squeezing my cheeks and gently but surely prizing them apart. I cried out in surprise and fear, but I felt strangely exhilarated.

I could only imagine what was to come next. The sensation of the strange tentacles probing my anus was unlike anything I can describe. My breath caught in my throat, and I felt another fleshy tentacle once again stroking me between my legs. All the while, the large tentacle continued to explore my hole, gently teasing my cheeks apart, and stretching the opening wider. My cock throbbed as the tentacles stroked me, so that what came next was an intense mix of pleasure and extreme pain. With no further warning, the tentacle entered me from behind.

I think I screamed, then, and it was like the scream of a wild animal being killed by a fierce predator. I could feel the fleshy tentacle inside of me, stretching me so violently I thought it might rip me apart. After a few seconds, though, the soothing salt water and the tentacles’ soft caress allowed me to catch my breath. Pain became pleasure again as the tentacles eased into a gentle rhythm.

I found myself not merely relaxing but becoming wild with sexual desire. I felt my pleasure building to a fervor. I began to take control, no longer merely content to let the tentacle explore me, but desperate for more. I wanted to feel it deeper, harder, and I demonstrated my desire by rocking myself up and down on the flesh-like tentacle, building into an intense up-and-down motion like riding a wild stallion.

The tentacle responded in kind until it was pounding me. I breathed hard, moaning wildly as one tentacle pounded me from behind and the rest stroked me between my legs. We kept this up for what felt somehow like both an eternity and only a single moment, until at last, I knew I could contain myself no more.

I cried out with pleasure and told the creature not to stop, as if it could understand English. For all I knew, perhaps it could. I panted for breath and reached for something to hold on to. The tentacles responded, letting my hold onto them. My toes curled, my knees went weak, and I groaned with pleasure as I climaxed, shooting a load of milky white fluid into the water.

The tentacles thrashed like a school of fish fighting over bread crumbs tossed into a pond. When they stilled, there was no trace of any semen left in the pool. I wasn’t sure what they’d done with it; it was as if they’d somehow opened their mouths and swallowed it. If they had mouths. Again, I didn’t know enough about them to know that they didn’t.

Panting for breath, my manhood quickly going flaccid, the tentacle inside me had ceased its pounding rhythm and gone still. But it wasn’t over. Not yet. In fact, that moment was when things really began.

I heard the distinctive clanging motion of gears turning, metal scraping against metal, a clock-like click, and the tentacle inside me came loose from the machine the doctor had described earlier.

I heard the doctor’s voice as if from afar. “Yes!” he cried triumphantly. In the corner of my eye, I could see him standing at the edge of the pool with his cock still out, dripping from having pleasured himself while watching me.

What came next I can hardly describe with any accuracy, in part because I lost consciousness shortly thereafter, and in equal part because I didn’t understand what was happening at the time. Still basking in the post-coital afterglow of my orgasm, I let out a delirious sigh as I felt the tentacle slithering from inside me. Then it slipped further inside me, deeper and deeper it slithered into my body, until I was sure its entire length had disappeared into my body, stretching me apart from the inside. My eyes went wide and I screamed in horror. Still, it wasn’t over.

After the first of the tentacles had crawled inside me, another one followed, and another one still. They crawled inside, ripping my body apart violently, and finally, mercifully, I lost consciousness.
When I came to, I was lying prone on the doctor’s table. Still naked. Still wet. There was something different about me though. I could feel it, instinctively.

I saw that my hands had been strapped down. I twisted my hands, trying to get free of my bonds, and in response, a pair of tentacles reached up and began to untie the straps. When they were finished, I managed to sit up, coughing with the effort. My feet were likewise strapped down. I reached down to untie them, and again the tentacles responded in kind. I blinked in confusion, only gradually regaining my senses. As I did, I finally realized what was different about me.

The tentacles. They were a part of me.

GENERATOR

 By Simon Traum

THE FLASHING ROOM:

It’s the sound that attracts him first.  He can’t quite pinpoint it directionally, like a buzzing in his head, but he soon realizes that it gets stronger when he moves in certain directions.  He can’t help but track it after that.

     Cosmo’s still new to the Station, only been here for a day and a half, so he doesn’t really have a grasp on the circuitous layout of the place.  In other words, he’s as good as lost as he follows the noise through the corridors.  Turning a blind corner, the buzzing intensifies to an almost-harsh vibration he can feel now in his guts.  It seems to be spreading through him, making his fingertips tingle and his butthole relax from a clench to a luxurious bloom.  There’s a dizzy feeling of unreality coming over his perceptions, and he’s had enough training so far to know that he should start deep breathing now, pulling the breath deep into his abdomen and pressing his tongue flat against his upper palate.

     Then he notices the door, partway down the hallway he’s walking.  Flashes of bright illumination shoot out of the space underneath, as if someone was playing with a strobe light inside.  As he moves closer curiously, he can feel the atmosphere thicken, like strolling submerged through an ocean of clear, runny aspic.  He’s not really thinking very clearly anymore when his hand closes around the doorknob, and he still hasn’t noticed the almost-painful hard-on that’s developed in his shorts.

     When the door opens, everything goes black.  There’s an intense wave of heat, bringing with it the smell of male sweat and sex, and suddenly it’s harder to breathe.  He feels strong, calloused hands seize his body, pulling him further into the pitch blackness.

     FLASH!  A burst of light, seemingly from nowhere, dazzles him, giving him a split-second view of the room and the other two inhabitants, but not enough to orient himself, and he’s even more blinded in the darkness which follows immediately.

     Two pairs of hands push him firmly over a soft but unyielding surface.  He staggers, unable to see.  Trying to keep his balance is becoming more difficult.  As his vertigo increases, he fumbles to support himself upright on whatever furniture it is (bed? couch?) they’ve forced him over.  An insistent pair of hands pulls his shorts down to his kneeling knees and he feels a hot, wet face smash its way between his asscheeks.  A strong tongue drills into his bullseye.  The second pair of hands grabs his loose tank-top, tearing it open up the back as a powerful, persistent set of lips latches onto his mouth.  A rough, warm tongue pushes past his teeth, pressing his own back down.  Cosmo moans without meaning to as the tongues work him open from both ends. 

     Another FLASH! comes then.  The guy kissing him is upside down, bending over him somehow.  The room’s dark again before he can make sense of this.  He’s utterly overwhelmed, not sure which way is up any longer.  He should probably be frightened by what’s happening, as it seems to be spiraling rapidly out of any control, but he’s getting too turned on to care.  Feeling the pulse of his blood rushing in his ears, he wiggles his butt around the invading tongue, pushing back so the other man can get even deeper.  Whoever it is responds to this by withdrawing completely.  The sudden absence behind him is almost heartbreaking until he feels a wide, thick cockhead forcing its way into his slickened back passage, pushing inside quickly and opening him up wide.  Some part of him considers distantly that this really ought to hurt more than it does.  He grunts around the foreign tongue in his mouth, feeling his body sing as he braces himself for what he knows is coming.

     Whoever’s up his butt seizes his hips in a bruising grip and starts fucking in and out, faster than Cosmo’s ever had it before, faster than he thought humanly possible, implacable like a finely calibrated machine.  He moans again, unable to move, his whole body buzzing with the pounding.  Lightning travels up and down his spine.  The man kissing him stops suddenly, and Cosmo feels another big cockhead breaching his lips.  All he needs is to feel the contact and he takes over, sucking the hard, wide shaft hungrily as far into his mouth and throat as he can manage, licking at it madly.  The internal lightning intensifies.  He thinks his eyes might be getting slowly adjusted to the dark when –

     FLASH!!

     He’s blinded all over again.  What the fuck?  How’d he end up on his back with both guys still working him from both ends.  Whatever surface he’s been deposited on, it shakes like jello under the three-way assault.  How does anyone fuck so fast?  Both guys are pistoning his holes like it’s happening on fast-forward.

     FLASH!!!

     He’s on his side somehow, can’t even feel a surface under him now.  Are they holding him up?  The guy fucking his mouth withdraws, pressing a muscular torso up against Cosmo’s sweating back and holding him from behind, hands massaging Cosmo’s pecs.  A dim, smoky orange glow evidences itself as his eyes begin to pick up details again.  He barely can see his assfucker, working steadily away, a look of nearly demonic concentration on his puffing face. 

     His eyes must be getting more sensitive.  After the next FLASH! there’s a bright blue-green glow to everything for an instant before it fades back to the dim orange it was maintaining previously.  The guy holding Cosmo up for the other one starts sucking the side of his neck.  Cosmo reaches down behind himself into black space, first brushing with his fingers and then grabbing hold of the man’s jutting, heat-emanating erection.  He feels a series of warm splashes up his back, thinks he hears the man moan against his skin, but there’s some kind of unhearable sound in here that drowns everything else out, like the roar of some huge piece of machinery.  When he tries to focus on it, though, there’s nothing there.  What the fuck is going on?

     FLASH! and the blue-green light (where the hell is it coming from?) lingers long enough to show him the face and physique of the man fucking him.  Dark hair, and eyes that don’t seem to blink, a tight, muscular body flexed with the exertion of his pounding.  Cosmo’s only vaguely aware of a light shower of perspiration flying off of the handsome man’s body onto his own.  He can no longer feel gravity. 

     Cosmo’s own erection is bouncing around under the thrusts.  The man behind him reaches for it and strokes it twice.  That’s all it takes and Cosmo’s dick is fountaining a geyser of bright, glowing ejaculate a good four feet into the air before it comes splashing back down onto him.  He’s never felt or seen anything like this before.  He thinks someone might be screaming somewhere.  He can’t tell for sure.

     FLASH! and he’s on his hands and elbows as the fucker behind presses down on his back, pounding Cosmo’s hole without letup as the other man starts fucking his mouth again.  Cosmo’s starting to forget who he is.  It’s just not that interesting to hold on to his personality.  All he cares about is cocks right now.  He’s falling in love with the one in his mouth, carefully stroking it with his lips, sticking his tongue out as far as he can as it penetrates him, trying to reach the ballsack, breathing in the musky scent desperately.

     FLASH! and he thinks they may have changed positions.  Is that other one boning him now?  Cock feels different as it opens him up.  He doesn’t remember where he is or how he got here.  No interest in leaving, even if he could muster the concentration.  He can no longer tell what position his body is in, but there’s definitely someone fucking his ass.  The warm, fuzzy sensation washes through him, erasing his previous memories of his life, deliciously eating away at his consciousness.

     FLASH! and he’s still being pounded wide open.  The brief light illuminates the man fucking him long enough for Cosmo to get a glimpse at him.  Yeah, it’s the other guy.  There’s no mistaking them for each other.  This one’s got a much bigger body, and he’s ugly.  Exquisitely ugly.  His eyes don’t even point in the same direction.  It should be horrifying to look at him, but Cosmo thinks he could fall in love as this grotesque bruiser pounds him brutally.

     FLASH! and the handsome guy’s pressing down with one hand on Cosmo’s throat.  He thinks he maybe hears a grunt and then a hot flood of jism explodes over Cosmo’s face, splashing hard and obliterating his sight under its glowing flow.  He opens his mouth to catch as much as he can.  It burns and tingles pleasantly, some of it caught in his thick beard.

     FLASH! The ugly-hot guy is driving into Cosmo’s back end like a fucking train.  Their sweat-sheened bodies burn fitfully in the orange-tinted air.  Cosmo feels himself unloading in another orgasm, distantly.

     FLASH! The handsome guy is kissing him aggressively.  Cosmo reaches for the man’s body, feeling prickles of electricity arcing unpredictably in the space between, tossing sparks.

     FLASH! He’s kissing the ugly guy who hugs him hard as the other man plumbs Cosmo’s depths from behind.  He’s forgotten he was ever anywhere or anything else.  He will stay here forever, losing himself between his two lovers, letting the atoms of his body disintegrate.  He will never need anything again.

     FLASH!  FLASH!  FLASH!  FLASH!  FLASH!

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RESCUE:

Darkness, oblivion.  A hardly-felt sense of movement.

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DEUS EX MACHINA:

There’s a large, warm palm stroking his chest.  Cosmo’s heavy eyelids flutter with the effort of lifting.  His prone body feels weighty as solid marble, despite some residual, dying tingles.  Even breathing feels heavy.

     “How’re you feeling?” asks the man, massaging him.  With effort, Coz concentrates his attention and gazes up at the man.  It’s worth the effort.  The guy’s a little bigger than Cosmo, which is to say quite bulky, well-built and strikingly good-looking, nicely-turned-out in a tight black shirt and what look like brand new jeans.  Short-cut dark hair with thick eyebrows over devastatingly dark eyes, straight nose and lantern jaw with just a bit of stubble growing in.  Prince Charming. 

     “Pretty good,” Coz responds awkwardly, trying to remember how to use his tongue.  “But woozy.  And I think I’m getting a headache.”

     “I’m not surprised.  I think I got you out of there just in time.”

     Cosmo looks down at himself, taking in the wreckage.  He’s reclining on a sofa in a well-lit corridor.  His shirt’s been reduced to wet tatters, hanging in blue strips around his naked, dripping body.  His shorts appear to have been tied into some sort of knot around his left ankle.  Who knows what became of the shoes he was wearing.  “What happened?”

     “You found our generator.  You’re lucky I got you out of there when I did.”

     “Generator?  There were these two guys fucking me in a dark, flashing room…”

     “Yeah, that’s Sean and Mitch.  You really weren’t supposed to encounter them this soon.  Their energy load is far too much for beginners.  Who knows what would’ve happened if you’d been in there a little longer.”

     “How long was I in there?”

     “About 45 seconds by my count.”

     “Felt much longer.”

     “That’s to be expected.  They’ve been going at it for a couple of weeks, but it probably feels like years to them.  When they get together, they’re capable of jacking their metabolisms up to a rate most people can’t match.”

     “What are they doing in there?”

     “Well, partially, they’re building up heavy charges of power, which we use at the Station in a few different ways.  They’re a little like batteries for sexual energy when they really get going.  They’re generating accelerated levels of orgone straight off their bodies, although frankly we have enough of that around here for it to be superfluous.  It’s more the intensity of the charge that fascinates me.  But we’ve also developed a transformer that takes what they generate and converts it to electrical power.  About a third of our electricity at the Station has been coming from them lately.”

     “They’re powering the lights?  What are they doing in there?”

     “What did it feel like?”

     “Like fucking on fast-forward.  How do they handle it?”

     “I don’t think even they know.  Nobody planned this.  It seems to be entirely intuitive.  I’ve been monitoring them pretty closely since they got up to speed, but I can only handle close proximity for a few seconds when they’re in this mode.  Neither one of them has done anything like this before, and I’ve never seen anything like it.  So I’m keeping an eye on them, in case they get out of control or someone like you wanders in.  Nobody knows what to expect so far.  You should see the way they eat when they finally let up and take a break.”  His dark eyes give Coz a quick once over.  “You still have that headache?”

     “Yeah, it’s not getting any worse, but it’s not going away either.”

     “I can help you with that.”  The man gets up.  “Need some help standing?”

     Cosmo doesn’t think so, but as it turns out, he’s still too shaken up to keep his balance.  No problem.  The big man snakes his big, hairy arm around Coz’s lower back to support him as Coz leans on his shoulder.  His exposed cock springs up almost instantly at the contact, wagging happily in front of him.  His legs are shaky as they make their way around a few hallways.

     “I haven’t been here long enough to get used to this.  My name’s Cosmo.”

     “Yeah, I know.”  The guy’s noticed Coz’s eager erection, tapping at the reddened cockhead with one finger, smiling slightly.  “Caleb’s mentioned you,” he states off-handedly, abruptly making eye contact.  “I’m RJ.”

     “Oh!’  Belated recognition dawns.  RJ’s the guy who runs this place.  Once again, Cosmo’s hit the jackpot.  He’s had amazing luck ever since arriving at the Station.  “You’re RJ.  They told me about you.”

     “I bet they did.  Turn here, we’re going in that doorway over there.”

     “RJ, you’re getting me seriously horny,” Cosmo decides to admit as he’s lowered to the surface of a rather large bed.

     “It’s under control, buddy,” the big man tells him with another smile, removing his shirt and dragging Cosmo’s blood-engorged cockhead through his dense chest hair.  “Let’s see some deep breathing in the meantime, okay?  Your headache gone yet?”

     “Yeah, now you mention it…”

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NEO-MYTHOLOGY:

Maybe it’s only because RJ told him more about Sean and Mitch, so they got stuck in his head, but his weird dreams start that night.  And they’ve been recurring regularly.

     It goes like this:  He’s back in the flashing room, balling like there’s no tomorrow with the two sex gods, the handsome one and the ugly one.  They welcome him back and the three melt into a substance like quicksilver, wearing off the rough edges of reality, retaining consciousness but losing identity, becoming composite, love loving love with a skin like liquid mirrors.  It is the most delicious feeling he has ever experienced.  When he wakes, his first impulse is to rush back to the room, convinced they’re calling to him silently.  Common sense intervenes for the sake of self-preservation.

     RJ told him he’d brought both Mitch and Sean to the Station himself, about six months back.  They’d both come for training separately at overlapping times, and it took them a while to discover one another.

     Sean, a handsome, charismatic, bisexual (a 4 on Kinsey’s scale) 36-year-old immigrant of what’s sometimes called black Irish extraction, claimed to be interested only in topping when he’d met RJ initially.  That changed fast, even before being introduced to the Station.  What it was, was Sean had been cripplingly underestimating his own inordinate love (not to mention aptitude) for the carnal act.  Sean was an amazingly aggressive top displaying a frightening amount of stamina, which is what RJ said drew him in the first place, capable of tirelessly boning away for hours with machine-like efficiency as he dropped into a series of kinetic trances.  So perhaps he wasn’t really as surprised as he let on to discover that he was equally skilled taking dick as well.  RJ doesn’t prefer to top, but it was worth it just to watch the bantam little fucker lose his cockiness.  Once he found out how good it felt, Sean was begging for it, bouncing enthusiastically away on whoever’d sit still long enough, holding tight to his own rampant erection.  Obviously, he made friends at the Station quickly.

     As luck would have it, RJ brought Mitch to the Station about a week later.  Mitch had been released from prison, and here RJ got vague, just saying that Mitch had had a lot of bad luck.  Mitch definitely looked rough.  He was a large man in his mid-40’s, who looked like he’d seen more than his share of violence.  Scarred face and split knuckles, his threatening carriage spectacularly off-putting on first impression, with evidence of brutalities past still carried with him.  A great, hunched frame that made him seem as if he walked under a physical burden, chronic pain in his ponderous movements.  He stuck mostly to himself, in an ascetic pattern, focusing on the physical disciplines being taught, honing himself.  Didn’t mix with anyone but RJ.

     Then he met Sean, who had been systematically and amorously working his way through the building, room by room, making sure he got to play with everyone he could, endlessly recharging his sexual battery.  When Sean discovered Mitch for the first time, he stopped cold, profoundly intrigued.  Unable to move on, he was entranced, encountering someone who didn’t look or feel like anyone else at the Station.  Who was this big, menacing mountain of scar tissue and testosterone?  And would it be difficult getting his clothes off?

     Mitch, for his part, was beginning to question what he was doing here before Sean appeared.  The training was going well, it seemed, but something was missing, he just wasn’t feeling engaged.  Then suddenly he was following Sean around like a bull with a leashed ring through his nose, and Sean couldn’t keep his hands off him.  They fucked a lot, even by the Station’s usual standards, noisily throwing each other around and enthusiastically screwing whatever aperture was handy on the other with savage glee. 

     It didn’t take them long to frighten off most of the other guys at the Station with their single-minded lunatic intensity.  RJ sequestered them initially for damage-control reasons and quickly discovered that their energy rarely flagged.  If anything, it was increasing.  The pair were marathon-fucking each other happily for hours on end at frighteningly accelerated paces, and both RJ and Caleb had noted the increased levels of orgone accumulating around them.   

     Neither of the men in question seemed interested in discussing it with anyone, being far too busy rutting to pay much attention to anything else.  They’re still at it, revving like racecars at top speed.  RJ said they only stop to eat or sleep any more.  He doesn’t know how they do it.  And why them, of all people?  He figures it’s some kind of perfect storm of chemistry between them, not something to intentionally attempt to repeat.  He’s not entirely convinced what they’re doing is survivable in the long run, but nobody here could find a way to stop them anyway, so he’s treating the whole thing as an experiment.  And using them to generate electricity in the meantime.  Additional research is still being done on other uses to which the surplus energy could be put.

     Cosmo only showed up two days ago for his initial training, a complete newbie.  Nobody told him it would be like this.  Yeah, he expected the training and exercises, and yeah, he’s been laid gloriously by some incredible guys since he arrived, but this stuff in that flashing room was like nothing anyone could be prepared for.  It was like seeing God.  Or, worse, God seeing you, or finding out you’re related somehow…  It’s confusing.  

     What happened in the flashing room was borderline dangerous, no doubt about that, (The way RJ phrased it was, “I’m glad I got you out of there before you started bleeding.”) but it was also the deepest, most intense thing Cosmo’s ever experienced, hands down.  It’s inspired a sense of reverence and fearful awe in him.  And he just got here.  What the hell’s gonna happen next? is what he finds himself thinking.

     Try not to think about it.  Maybe it’ll drop back to the relatively safer level of those nice, mundane orgies again.  Concentrate on the deep breathing.  Good boy.

     But the undertow of those dreams is something to be reckoned with…

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FLASHBACK:

He’d been broken up with Chris for about a month when he first heard about the Station.  When they’d been together, the sex had been non-stop, but Cosmo knows this was mostly down to his partner. 

     It had been a whirlwind three years and Cosmo’s first real relationship with another guy, which Cosmo viewed from a vantage-point like a passenger in the back seat.  People told them they looked good together, and Cosmo had to agree.  They were a cute couple of husky gym boys, neither one yet 30, big in the shoulders with broad backs and, in Cosmo’s case, tall.  Chris made up for his lack of stature with tighter muscle definition.  Sky-blue-eyed, with spiky blond hair and abs so cut you could fall into them, Chris was outgoing, competitive and aggressive where the larger, darker Cosmo was withdrawn, shy, often avoiding direct eye contact and hiding behind a cap and his bushy beard.  Always a little paranoid around other people, and soft-spoken on top of it, Coz let Chris take control without looking back, and loved every minute of it.  He’d never had so much sex.  Plus, Chris liked three-ways, and was good at setting them up without too much hassle, so they both got to sample a lot of strange butt.  Unfortunately, that was over as soon as their relationship was.  Cosmo was forced to admit he didn’t have the knack himself, as much as he wanted to.  He’s still not sure why it ended.  It felt like they just got bored with one another.  One day the heat between them was gone, dissipated.  Chris became distant, drifted away, then moved out, leaving Cosmo alone and at loose ends.

     At last, lonely and horny, unable to find what he wanted online, Cosmo had resorted, somewhat desperately, to cruising a local porno bookstore, which, say what you will, at least got him face-to-face encounters.  He figures he must’ve done something right, because that’s where he met Gus, a pristinely handsome, dark-haired horndog in his mid-30’s, who promptly dragged him down the street to a rented room and spent the next six hours helping Coz forget all about his ex, whatever his name had been. 

     Finally, gorgeously exhausted, and with the sun peeking unpleasantly through the curtains, Gus told Coz about the Station, a sex-yoga training center exclusively for men.  Introductory training took about two weeks, which would occur while boarding onsite.  When Cosmo expressed the belief that he’d never qualify for such a thing, Gus informed him that he already had, if he was willing with learn a few breathing techniques.  After an hour of that, which Coz found easier than he would have expected, Gus gave him an address on a small piece of paper (“Burn this if you have to, but don’t leave it anywhere.”) and a magnetic entry keycard, explaining how to activate it by texting the serial number on the side.

     “After that, you’re good to go,” Gus told him, getting Coz all horny again with his eager grin.

     When Cosmo arrived at the Station for the first time, he was greeted by Caleb.  He hadn’t known what to expect, but Caleb was certainly what he wanted: a big, muscular, furry, rough-looking brunet in his mid-40’s, wearing blue denim overalls which left his fuzzy arms and shoulders completely exposed.  A large guy who especially likes to have sex with even larger guys, Cosmo was hopelessly sprung at the sight of him, willing to follow him quiet and docile as a puppy as Caleb gave him the tour.  Coz got introduced to a handful of attractive men, students and instructors both, one of whom, Jacob, a hulkingly large boy with soulful eyes who looked about Coz’s age, followed them afterward at a discreet distance.

     Once he and Caleb were alone in the room he’d be staying in during the training, Coz decided he couldn’t hold back anymore.  Caleb’s arms and shoulders had been driving him crazy for the past half-hour.  It was a profound relief to just make a pass at the man and get it over with.  Luckily, Caleb was more than willing, dropping his overalls onto the floor as soon as Cosmo tentatively touched him.  Coz’s street clothes followed quickly, and soon they were getting lost, groping and kissing, rolling over Cosmo’s temporary bed.

     What he didn’t know (and Caleb did, as it turned out) was that Jacob was outside in the hall, watching them through the half-closed door and stroking his mammoth horsedick in fascination.  The Station being what it is, it wasn’t too long before someone, in the case a stocky, compact little fireplug of a guy named Tim, came along and decided to help him out, getting on his knees to service the larger man.  One thing led to another, on both sides of that doorway.  By the time Cosmo was sticking his stiff, exultant hard-on into Caleb’s furry assclench, Tim had worked his own way around behind Jacob, pummeling his butt in a standing fuck as Jacob braced himself against the doorframe, still watching what he could of the other two.  Jacob didn’t realize how much noise he was making until they stuck their heads out to see what the racket was. 

     And there was big, hairy, handsome Jacob, getting boned but good, moaning like a sick calf and coated in a layer of shiny sweat, his untouched, veiny horsecock drooling between his thighs.  When Cosmo stepped into range, Jacob seized him, laying his arms around Coz’s substantial shoulders, kissing his neck and chest shamelessly.

     Things got wilder after that, and the time went fast.  The four of them retired to Cosmo’s new room, where Jacob, unable to wait any longer, pushed his huge dick inside a groaning Cosmo as Caleb laid Tim on the other side of the mattress, fucking him steadily on his back.  Tim reached up and over, pulling Cosmo’s gasping, inverted head down closer to him, kissing him hungrily.  Cosmo enthusiastically reciprocated, enjoying the feel of the smaller guy’s tongue.  The afternoon’s session ended with Jacob noisily pounding Caleb’s ass across the surface of the bed.  Cosmo passed out from exhaustion shortly thereafter.

     The next morning, a polite knock on his door introduced him to Tucker, the resident masseur, who’d come to help loosen Cosmo up and had brought big Jacob along again, ostensibly to carry towels and the massage table.  Tucker, a good-looking, unassuming man even softer-spoken then Coz, soon had the newbie’s body humming pleasantly under his ministrations.  And Jacob took care of the happy ending, sitting down onto Coz’s jerking erection and milking it slowly and ruthlessly with his ass muscles while staring down into his eyes. 

     After he shot his load, Cosmo found he couldn’t keep his eyes open, so they let him nap the rest of the morning, but afterwards, wherever Cosmo happened to be, Jacob was never too far away, attentive and always inviting, eager to tutor Coz about anything he wanted to know.  Even the introverted Cosmo could see the big boy was smitten, so it wasn’t entirely surprising when Jacob crawled into Coz’s bed on his third night there, asking if it was okay if they slept together.  They did do some sleeping after that, but not much.  And Jacob’s been growing his own thin beard out since he likes Cosmo’s thick one so much, which’ll probably make them look related eventually. 

     Admittedly, Jacob’s an amazing package.  Cosmo’s transfixed by the patterns of the boy’s body hair, which is light in volume but covers almost every inch of him, swirling like currents in water over his chest and back and growing unshaved up his neck to join with his hairline and beard.  It’s got to be one of the most beautiful things he’s ever seen on a man.  Two years younger, but physically larger than Cosmo, Jacob’s been at the Station for a few years now, having nearly exhausted the teaching syllabus and become an instructor himself.  He’s been quite open about his partner, Trent, who’s usually busy and not around much, but Cosmo is clearly the center of his attention.  When Cosmo pressed him about this, Jacob replied, shrugging, “People come and go a lot here…”  Coz doesn’t know what this means.  Is Jacob looking for another relationship?  Coz doesn’t expect to be here longer than the seventeen-day initial training period.  But every night, his flashing, silver dreams seem to pull him a little further in.

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CONDUIT:

Middle of the night.  Cosmo surfaces out of sleep for a few seconds when he feels the mattress shiver.  His bleary eyes register Jacob’s wide frame in the dark, standing up from the bed and padding over to the bathroom door, then he’s drifting back under to sleep, like sliding below the surface of a warm, comfortable bath…

     The flashing room assembles itself in hues of pewter around him, overpowering heat and a comfortable claustrophobia already familiar.  The other two have been waiting, and they move in on him fast, silver tracers flying behind them in the air.

     Mitch is on him first, pressing Coz’s face against a wall he can’t see, hot, rough tongue lapping at the sweat on his neck and jaw from behind.  As usual, he can’t hear anything above the deafening, atmospheric roaring of what sounds like a jet engine warming up about five feet away.

     FLASH! as Mitch pushes his thick erection brutally inside Cosmo’s clutching sphincter.  They both cry out, unheard.

     FLASH! as the wall he’s braced against is no longer there and Sean’s powerful arms are forcing his upper body down where, seizing Coz’s hair in a painful grip, he begins to pump his wide cock in and out of Coz’s mouth.  It’s fast and savage, and Coz would normally have choked at this rough handling of his throat, but he just relaxes, feeling himself become a kind of pleasure-tube for the insane lusts of the other two, letting them both use him and finding fulfillment in the act.  The whole room seems to be turning silver.

     FLASH!  It’s his turn now.  Sean’s face groans excruciatingly as Cosmo fucks him, faster and harder than he’s ever put anyone through, an expansive sensation of bliss rockets through him.  Sean squeezes him tighter, Coz fucks even harder, wanting to hurt him now and they’re both screaming their fierce pleasure at each other. 

     FLASH!  Briefly, he wonders where Mitch went, then receives his answer as Mitch’s cock pounds down his throat.  The newly silver world loses most of its defining features, leaving him floating in freefall as his throat contracts around Mitch’s burning meat.  Silver and blue flash behind his eyes, and he can feel fingers, heat and two cocks, one down his throat and another one he holds onto like a saddle-horn as he fucks an ass he can’t see.  The roaring of the jet is coming out of his own mouth now, and the other two as well.  All three of them are hollow, mere vessels for the energy that uses them as a conduit.  No more personality or identity, it has been blown out like dust from a rarely-used whistle, a wind-storm in a cave.  There is nothing left but the silent sound and argent sensations that have left the body far behind.

     He comes back to himself, back out from the void, fucking furiously.  It takes him a few seconds to recognize the sound of his own labored panting and groaning, to realize that it’s a noise he’s making himself and not just an atmospheric anomaly.  Jacob’s probably even louder, hunched on the mattress in front of him, taking Cosmo’s vicious screw like a pro.  His head weaves around in abandoned delirium, singing in agonized bliss, swelling his torso as he takes it. 

     Cosmo responds by knocking Jacob’s bulk onto its side and pounding faster, grinning bestially as Jacob’s cries go up a notch, holding onto the bigger man’s massive tool (Jesus Fuck, his cock can get huge!) for leverage, roaring while he plows his way to blessed release.  He can feel he’s almost there when a sobbing Jacob’s leaking cock begins to unload violently in his hand.  He sees the first two spurts hit the wall, and after that Coz doesn’t see anything.  His vision goes askew as his own orgasm takes him in its mouth like a pitbull and shakes him almost lifeless.

     As soon as he’s aware of anything again, he’s lying, exhausted and still breathing hard, in the disarray of soaked bedding with a shaking Jacob.  Their hands caress their bodies in the dark.  They kiss what they can reach. 

     Slowly, by degrees, they relax into a spooned position together, Jacob rubbing his bearded chin over Cosmo’s shoulder, his big cock stuck comfortably between the other’s legs.

     “Goddamn, you’re a fucking live-wire,” he breathes into Coz’s ear.  “I’m gonna miss this when you leave.  Maybe you should think about sticking around, man.”

     Cosmo doesn’t know how to tell him what he hasn’t told anyone else either.  About Sean and Mitch.  About the flashing room.  About the most intense experience he’s ever had and his deep longing to have it again.

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GENERATOR:

They know he’s out here.  Both of them.  He can feel it.  They won’t come out after him.  They’re busy, got their hands full.  He’ll have to go in there if he wants to join them.  He knows if he goes in, he might not come out again.

     He’s not ready. 

     It’s all he thinks about any more.

     Cosmo stands across the hall and stares at the door of the flashing room.  He knows now that he’s been in there the whole time.  A piece of him has never left.  He’s with them already.  All he has to do is walk inside.  Open the door.

     “Hey.”

     Cosmo looks down the hallway, coming back to himself, taking a second to try to recognize the man speaking, walking closer to him.  Jacob.  That’s right.

     “What’s up, man?  Where’ve you been?  I waited in your room for hours.  When I asked around, no one’s seen you all day.  Are you alright?  What’s going on?”

     Cosmo doesn’t know how to answer, but when Jacob comes closer, they fall into the embrace they’ve shared so often, and it’s such a relief Coz lets his weary head fall forward onto Jacob’s shoulder.  Jacob’s large hands stroke his body.  He feels himself begin to shiver.

     “Do you know what time it is?” Jacob asks him softly.

     Cosmo shakes his head.  He’s not even sure who he is any longer.  But he remembers Jacob, who feels good to him.

     “Come on, bud,” Jacob assists him in walking back in the direction of Cosmo’s room.  Cosmo plods like a zombie next to him, like someone who hasn’t used his muscles in years.

     Just before they turn the corner, there’s an abrupt FLASH! from under the door.  Jacob doesn’t notice, but Cosmo’s head twists round at the same instant, catching sight of it and stopping in his tracks.

     Jacob glances at him curiously, looks back in the same direction but sees nothing out of the ordinary.  “What’s wrong?” he asks, obvious concern in his voice.

     Cosmo can’t bring himself to speak, to try to explain.  Easier to let the other man guide him back to his bed, to lie like a ragdoll next to Jacob’s bulk in the sheets.

     To wait for sleep and the inevitable mad, quicksilver dream to begin again.

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CONFERENCE:

“You’re worried about Cosmo,” RJ says.

     Jacob nods.  “How’d you know?”

     “I’ve got two cameras in that hallway you where found him, and a week ago I had to go in and pull him out of Mitch and Sean’s clutches.”

     “No disrespect meant, but is there something wrong with just locking their door on the outside?”

     “That’s what Caleb thinks.”  RJ sighs.  “I’ve considered it, but it sets a precedent I’m not sure would be helpful in the long term.  So far, the only locks in the Station lead to the outside world.  No restrictions inside, is the general philosophy.”

     “Even in an area where you keep nitroglycerin that looks like people?”

     “I’ve been watching them as closely as possible.  To be frank, I’ve been expecting more trouble than this.  It’s hard to be prepared for something of this nature.  Nobody saw it coming.  Who knows why they slipped into this strange groove together, or why it doesn’t seem to apply to anyone else here but Cosmo.  Watching their development, ‘post-human’ is a term Caleb and I have been using more and more.  I had them both put through physical exams early this morning, so they had to take a break for that.  I had a chance to talk to them about it.  It’s getting harder to communicate with them, like their capacity for human language is in a state of atrophy.  They’ve become mercurial as hell, but they were cooperative.  I suspect they’re becoming telepathic together.  They no longer speak to each other.  It’s like dealing with one organism in two different bodies.  They made it clear that they very much want Cosmo back with them.”

     Jacob obviously doesn’t want to hear this.  His face twists on itself in frustration.  “Can’t we do something?  RJ, they’re tearing him up!”

     “That’s going to depend on what Cosmo wants.  Think of this like space exploration.  We don’t know anything about the territory they’ve found their way into.  I think it would be useful to have someone reporting back.  Neither Mitch nor Sean seem to have much connecting them to the mundane world now, but from what you’ve said, it looks like Cosmo has a foot in both areas.  He’s probably our best chance to study this phenomenon from the inside.”

     “And what if it kills him?”

     “I don’t think it will.  That’s why Mitch and Sean got their physicals.  Against all my expectations, they’re holding up.  They’ve got almost no body fat at this point, but their bones, muscles, nervous systems aren’t breaking down under the pressure.  Their personalities are changing, making them a little hard to reach, but they seem to be healthy.”

     Jacob’s face has gone a sickly shade of pale.  This conversation isn’t putting his mind at ease.

     “Look,” offers RJ, “Cosmo’s initial training is almost over.  I was planning his Initiation for sometime over the next five days.  I’ll just do it sooner.  It won’t be any trouble to introduce him to some additional techniques that should give him a more stable footing when he’s in close proximity to the Generator.”

     “I guess I just wish I could help somehow.”

     “You can.  Cosmo likes you, I can tell.  And he’s going to need a good reason to leave that room periodically.  Without you, we might lose him entirely.”

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BIONAUT:

There was a cave full of blooming roses.  There was an altar.  There was a full-moon-lit garden.  There was RJ, naked and magnificent.  And a cleansing sacrament, consumed enthusiastically.  A sense of rebirth.

     For two days after that, RJ put him through a boot camp of extremely advanced yogic and breathing practices.  By the time RJ was satisfied, Coz had so much control over his autonomic nervous system, it felt uncanny.  It made sex with Jacob even more intense than it had been.  Both their heads were spinning by the time they took a breather.

     The following morning, Cosmo’s ready to answer the call, standing in the hall before the sealed door to the flashing room.  He’s naked, there’s really no point in wearing clothes where he’s going.  RJ and Caleb stand to his left, Jacob on his right with an affectionate arm around his waist.

     “Don’t forget your breathing,” RJ advises.

     “I’ll be waiting when you come back out,” Jacob tells him.

     Cosmo nods, anxious on the threshold of an unfamiliar world.  Caleb opens the door.  The atmosphere in the corridor changes instantly, becoming weightier, warmer.

     FLASH!

     Breaking a sweat already, with his ears roaring, the explorer steps through, and into the ferocious whirlpool of the unknown.

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