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Danton Moreau P. O. V

“It’s not going to be long Luka, I promise I’ll send my two brothers Finn and Connor to get you and your family safely across to my pack territory. First I have to deal with my father but by tomorrow you’ll see me.”, Looking at Luka’s face I could see he looked as if I was abandoning him but I gave his lips a very long loving kiss before setting off back home.

The weather was treating us nicely today not to hot and windy, some rain would be even better honestly.

Yesterday during our conversation Luka said he wasn’t going to give me problems yet still today he looked at me as if I didn’t want him anymore, shifting into my wolf who’s name is Tobias I ducked into the bushes behind the cabin running through the mountains.

It was a quick way to get home and at the rate of speed I was running I arrived in a very familiar stone driveway in no time, only to get stopped by a massive grey wolf and a medium sized brown wolf.

My stupid ass brother Logan and his mate Reece, growling I shifted back to my human form walking pass them. We’ve had a long history of endless problems and it’s all because he thinks I’m taking what’s rightfully his, the  position as next alpha in line.

“Such a waste of time, the two of you go do something productive for once instead of acting like you run the place.”, Hearing the familiar sound of bones cracking I knew someone had shifted into their human form so I turned around just in time to see to see it was Logan and he was about to attack me.

Dean Moreau P. O. V

Sitting in the living room and relaxing was such a hard thing to do especially when you have an intire pack to run effectively and a territory to constantly monitor, when I did get the chance though I’ll sink my heavy frame deep into the soft cream sofa that I came to have an attachment to because it was a gift from another pack leader.

I’m an old man and they’re working me like a dog, no pun intended but it’s definitely time for me to retire.

“Dad Logan and Danton are going at it in the driveway.”

Just when I thought I could freaking relax!

Growling in frustration I got off the couch stomping heavily all the way to the door to see my youngest, Doll. Giving my little princess a quick pat on the head I then continue to stomp all the way down stairs where Finn the middle child and my other son Connor the second born stood, “Dad part them please we’ve tried.”

Giving a nod to Finn I walked out into the driveway looking on as Danton had Logan whom was much bigger than him on his back about to throw yet another punch, “ALRIGHT STOP IT.”

Now everyone who was passing by was  looking at me as I had to yell at my sons, “You two, separate.”

Danton got up first followed by Logan whom spoke up, “Dad he’s not welcomed here, also he stinks of rabbit and he’s not even a fucking alpha!”

Giving Logan a solid slap I left no room for anything else to be said,”WHO ARE YOU TO SAY WHO’S WELCOMED HERE OR NOT!”

Looking over at Danton his face showed a mixture of emotions while Logan’s face showed only rage, this isn’t the first time Logan chased away my blood born son. My blood who’s a mirror of my image, “Logan go away I need to speak to my son.”

“Ah! HE’S NOT-“,

Just as he spoke Danton got in a solid punch hitting Logan square in the jaw which actually made him fall fast and hard, “I don’t need your ass telling me my position, I am who I say I am and what I am is an alpha. Next in line after my father…you.. you’re from another relationship and you think you can walk in here with your chest holding high. Bitch please, you’re bluffing.”

Spitting out blood Danton looked at me so I nod feeling a smirk come upon my face,”Well blood is thicker than water and even though I may not physically be an alpha I mentally am, dad knows this that’s why I’m trusted and not you. Then again your impulsive nature could be the core reason, can’t have an alpha that chooses war over peace for the slightest thing. ” From my left Finn startled me as he suddenly had his hands out holding onto something,”Yup so here’s your clothes and welcome back to the madness Danton.”

Glancing over I could see Logan hobbling away with Reece who was trying to tend to his mate’s wounds,”Let’s go over there and chat.”, I heard Conner my quiet child mutter a simple, “Pathetic.”

For a brief moment we walked side by side after the drama unfolded before stopping the edge of the forest where Danton quickly got dressed, “How are you son?”

“Am fine just bruised.”, Looking directly at Danton’s face I could see he’s a twin of his mother even their personalities and mannerisms are alike as they both have a spit fire personality, can be very nurturing and has great leadership skills. Also he’s my expert tracker, hunter and can fish.

“Right, if you say so. What about the mate?”

He gave me a shrug,”I found him….well he found me… something like that but the problem is that he’s a rabbit.” , a sigh followed that sentence which had me stumped.

Did he just say, “What, are you serious? How are you supposed to carry on my bloodline with a delicate little rabbit man, I said find a woman!”

Danton Moreau P. O. V

My dad was freaking out about nothing, “Well you need to see him because he looks like a wolf more than a wolf does, that is in human form.”

He shook his head in disbelief, as if I told him something offensive.

Great I ran my fingers through my hair as if that could calm my nerves,”You know I’m not actually an alpha and the fates gave me my mate to suit my status. Might as well accept him unlike you not accepting mom.”

Now the conversation fell silent looking at my dad about a billion thoughts could be going through his head,”Dad just accept him please for my sake, he’s a great guy and I promise he won’t disappoint. He’s handy with building, he can cook, gather medical plants, take care of others and he’s a funny guy. Overall very sweet but hard working and so far he and I are making our relationship work.”

After some time he held my hand giving a nod,”Alright, first thing in the morning. Finn and Conner would go to the rabbit village, I know you’re my little rebel and I sure as hell can’t tell your ass what the fuck to do. Just know that our entire pack is on him if he messes up.”

My dad knew I had the best relationship with those two because they always took care of me even when my mom didn’t or dad was gone for a long journey and to strengthen the ties between packs from distant lands, it’s not easy being an Omega. With the constant threat of me being in heat and someone taking advantage of my weak state, I really needed people who’d treat me as an equal.

So I had bodyguards in the form of brothers.

“Okay ask for Luka Sauer, everyone knows him and would lead them to his home.”

He nods leaving me to get a piece of mind, speaking of which looking at the house I kinda missed it. Luka lives like a cave man no TV, no running water, no appliances or phones.

It’s sad that people still live that way, for a moment I forgot what time we were in. Laughing I went inside of the mansion going straight up to my room, it’s a lazy day today.

Yet again.

Luka Sauer P. O. V

I didn’t bother to stay at home today, strangely enough it felt empty and I’m used to being alone. My guess is that my rabbit whom I call Ash has already gotten used to our mate, right now and I’m sure until always we’d feel empty with the absence of Danton.

It’s not like he’s permanently going so we won’t be uneasy for long.

Instead of being home though I stayed with my father and siblings, they lived further down the road from where I was so it was a short walk.

My dad was thankful for the extra hands and I was more than willing to help, I really like older people along with helping. It comes naturally to me so I guess it’s part of my character.

Children too, they’re drawn to me  and not in a perverted way.

Anyways at the moment I was laying on the floor and as if my body was a bed my baby sister laid fast asleep on my chest, looking down at her she was exactly like me. Sliver white hair, flushed face and even has the same eye color. Only thing is her head is full of unruly curls, adorable though.

My other siblings were on the floor with me as well, my dad was out in the village buying food so I was babysitting. As for my father neither of us looked like him in fact it was our mom who gave is this image, she was the mystical white rabbit.

Salem Blanc. They had a saying that any man who fell for her would have great fortune forever and same goes for their children, they believed she was a magical entity who came down on Earth to protect them from evil.

Some lie that turned out to be, oh my dad is a ginger fur rabbit. Orange clashing with brown and rare green eyes, he looked unique as well. The most common color of rabbits are black and a weaker strain which is dark brown, once you fall outside of that then you’re kinda treated like royalty. I mean you do get more privileges than others.

The rare colors that are few and far between are first sliver white, blonde, grey, ginger and a milky brown color. After that is as the locals call it commoner breeds, the colors that you see a lot of rabbits being.

Looking down at my sister yet again I smiled, to be honest I can’t till I get the opportunity to have children of my own. With my mate Danton.

Lightly holding her whom dad named after mom I turned a little in an attempt to get comfortable which made her grip my shirt, “I have you Salem, don’t worry love.” , Giving me a sleepy dimpled smile she went right back to sleep and I too did the same, my brother Lucas could look after the twins. He’s old enough, wise enough.

END

Dante, was without a doubt one of the most sensual guys I ever encountered. He wasn’t the best looking man I had ever met, but he had a fragile quality that simply drove men crazy. He stood five-foot-six-inches tall and despite being nineteen-years-old, had the body of a sixteen-year-old. I would often observe him being ogled by guys in clubs or bars, with their eyes swimming with lust. He was well aware of this power and frequently played to it. He was like an alluring siren from Greek mythology and had an aura that was totally captivating.

After an accident as a child, he has lost his left eye but had an extremely well-made prosthetic replacement. The false eye was extremely realistic and not off-putting at all. If anything, it accentuated his waiflike vulnerability.

I knew I wasn’t his scene and to be honest, we liked the same kind of men. He, however, was a total bottom whereas I could be versatile, as and when the need arose. We got on very well and were often in each other’s company in the gay places that we frequented.

On a slow night at a bar one evening, I found myself in Danté’s company. When I decided to head home early, he asked if he could accompany me because the place he rented was close to my apartment.

Upon arriving in front of my home, he asked if he could pop in for some coffee. His former lover had just been transferred abroad and given these circumstances, they had mutually decided that a long distance relationship simply wouldn’t work.

After an hour-long visit, he surprised me by asking if he could stay the night. I agreed before we headed toward my bedroom. I was about to embark upon the most sensual experience of my entire life.

This boy was lethal. He mewed and whimpered like a damsel who had just become the prized possession of some conquering hero, and made me feel like the stud of the century.

When I finally entered his portal it felt like a pulsating sleeve as his fine turned arse muscles massaged my cock in a stimulating embrace. I had never felt, nor ever thought that a guy could use his backside in such an erotic manner. As I kissed him his warm mouth received mine with more passion than I had ever experienced before. His fervent teeth nibbled on my trembling lips with encouragement as I thrust my cock into his tantalizing body.

There was no end to his appetite and he unceasingly pleaded with me to satisfy his endless hunger. I fucked him with a determination, which I had never realized I was capable of, and my libido was tested to a higher level than ever before. I was like a man on the most potent sex drug. After two hours of mind-bending sex, I finally slumped onto him after having the best fuck of my life. With spine-tingling fervency, I kissed him before we finally fell asleep.

The following morning when he left, I supposed that this would only ever be a one-off incident. Some boys were born for absolute sexual gratification and he was the king of this club. One night with him was all that any average Joe like me was ever going to deserve.

I did encounter Danté over the next months after he had moved onto his next devotee. Our club and bar acquaintanceship did endure after our encounter and we always continued our friendly chats, when bumping into one another.

During this period, there was also a bit of a scene at a club that we all frequented when his current flame and an ex-lover almost came to blows. I am not sure what the final result of this episode was, because the two combatants were summarily evicted from the club.

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A year or so later, I attended the same party as Danté one Saturday evening at the home of a friend named Kiki. Kiki was of Armenian extraction and his real name was Krikor. He was a really flamboyant queen and lived with his partner named James.

The home that Kiki and James lived in was a rambling architectural nightmare. It was huge and made up of a conglomeration of weird styles. James, however, loved the place and coming from a former poor neighbourhood he had grown up in, simply loved the sprawling mass of their home.

Danté’s closeted boyfriend was spending the evening with his parents and therefore, Danté attended the party on his own.

At the party, there was a really rough and extremely butch looking man, named Trigger. Trigger worked in a weapons store as a salesman and had a total obsession with guns. Trigger was a life-long friend of James and they had grown up in a very tough neighbourhood as best friends. When it came to ink, Trigger was literally festooned with tattoos. Around his neck, he had tattoos of an array of bullets, and on his forearms tattoos of various pistols and revolvers were on display.

Trigger was soon drawn to Danté and during the evening, they were seldom apart.

When I needed to have a piss later, the guest toilet was occupied. Kiki observed me waiting outside the guest loo and told me to move further along the passage and use one of many other guest bathrooms. I walked down the long passage and decided to use the bathroom at the far end.

As I entered, Danté was bent over with his arms anchoring his body on the toilet bowl and Trigger was solidly fucking him. I simply couldn’t help myself from staring at the spectacle before me. When I began to apologize, Trigger laughed and told me to lock the door and join them.

“What if someone else needs to use the bathroom?” I sheepishly asked.

“Then they must fuckin’ wait,” Trigger replied, matter-of-factly.

As I undressed I had a good look at Trigger and observed the rest of his arsenal of weaponry. What particularly fascinated me were the two rifles that he had tattooed on either side of his body. Both stretched from under his armpits down to slightly below his knees. All his tattoos were of incredible quality and had obviously been done by a master of his craft.

Trigger was also extremely verbal and continuously barked his commands. In contrast, Danté mewed like a contented kitten throughout the session that was to unfold.

“This arse of his should be declared a national treasure,” Trigger announced as he vigorously fucked Danté’s backside. “Have you ever fucked him before?”

“Yes… one lucky night a year ago,” I replied.

After nodding his head in full agreement, Trigger responded. “Get behind me and rim my fuckin’ arse.”

After bending his torso down over Danté’s body Trigger held still, awaiting my oral attention. As I commenced licking and prodding my tongue into his tight arse, Trigger sighed before gripping hold of Danté’s hair and growling, “Work your fuckin’ arse… milk my knob, bitch.”

As my oral action started escalating, which now also included Trigger’s balls, I felt his body slightly lifting. Entranced, I watched as his body moved upward and saw his long uncut dick evacuate Danté’s backside. My mouth instantly commenced lapping the underside of Trigger’s knob and Danté’s closing portal.

A short while later, Trigger again issued a new instruction when I was ordered to reinsert his cock into Danté twitching hole. I watched in awe as the long snake once more burrowed back into Danté’s orifice. Unperturbed, my ball and pucker licking exercise once more continued. The moans from Danté and growls from Trigger were mind-blowing.

After twice more repeating this procedure, Trigger lifted his torso and told me to stand up behind him. “Place your cock in my crack but don’t even think of fucking me,” he said, before continuing, “Now work my fuckin’ nipples hard,” he concluded as his torso lifted.

As I did so Trigger began to hammer Danté’s butt with gusto. “Milk my fuckin’ cock,” Trigger now began intoning in a lustful growl. As his body began to shudder and I manhandled his nipples and I knew that he was seeding Danté’s backside. Quickly moving aside afterward, Trigger instructed me to fuck Danté as hard as possible.

After a few minutes of my ballistic onslaught, Trigger gave me a hefty slap on my arse and told me to stop.

Next, moving in behind me and telling me to hold still, Trigger commenced pushing his dick into my backside. The sensation was incredible. With my knob locked in Danté’s pulsating portal, the added pleasure of having my own backside filled with nine-inches of uncut heaven was breath-taking. I was overstimulated at this point that I have to sadly admit that my cock began shooting a load into Danté’s hot arse within minutes.

As we all became unattached thereafter, and I started getting dressed, it was clear that Trigger was not yet done with Danté. It was also clear that I had served my purpose.

As I was about to depart, Danté was on his back and being solidly fucked by Trigger.

I did see them later that evening before I left for home.

During the following week, I phone Kiki to thank him for the wonderful evening I had spent at their home. I always like to wait a few days to give gravitas to my appreciation. As was my custom, therefore, I only called Kiki on Wednesday.

“Have you heard the gossip?” Kiki excited asked after my thank you.

“No,” I replied.

“Well… late on Sunday, Danté finally returned to his apartment after ignoring calls from his lover, and told Freddie, his lover, that he was moving out. After collecting his stuff he moved in with Trigger,” Kiki declared in a shrill gossipy manner.

“Wow,” I replied.

With this news, my brain went into overdrive. I had become totally fixated about my bathroom experience with Danté and Trigger and instantly wondered if I could possibly be lucky enough to enjoy another session with them.

Lying to Kiki, I decided to go for broke. I then mentioned that I was also phoning to get Danté’s phone number from him, making some lame excuse about some or other bit of information that I needed to get from Danté because of a conversation we had Kiki’s party.

Fortunately, Kiki did not take the conversation any further and I was relieved when he agreed to send Danté’s number to me. Minutes later, his communication arrived.

I was nervous as I looked at the phone number. The events at Kiki’s house had not been orchestrated by Danté and I was worried about the rejection that may follow. Bravely, I decided to take the bull by the horns and phone him.

“Hi, Danté, it’s Terry. I don’t know if you remember…” before I could finish my sentence he interrupted me.

“Sure I do. How are you, Terry?” he cordially replied, before impishly continuing, “Have you heard the news?”

“What news?” I inquiringly asked, playing along.

“I’ve moved in with Trigger,” he exulted in a camp cry of delight.

“What…? Are you serious?” I gasped, continuing the charade.

Danté now went into raptures about his Trigger, telling me in no uncertain terms that he had finally found the ‘love of his life.’

“God, I have never fucked more often or with such passion before,” Danté revelled, before resuming, “Christ, Terry, I totally worn out because he’s a complete animal,” he concluded with a girlish giggle.

“Well, he certainly is a very hot guy,” I chipped in encouragingly.

After calming down and with an air of surprise, Danté asked, “What can I do for you?”

“Well… we’ve known each other for quite a while,” I replied in the coolest voice I could muster, before resuming, “And I am rather embarrassed that I never invited you for dinner.”

“Dinner?” he answered, in a surprised tone.

“Sure. Apparently, I am a very good cook,” I replied with an awkward giggle.

“Wow, that sounds great,” he answered, before resuming. “When will that be?”

“Friday would be good for me,” I tamely suggested.

“Um, let me check with Trigger and get back to you. Goodness knows what his plans are this Friday,” he retorted in a prudent fashion.

“No problem,” I countered nonchalantly. “You’ve got my number and also know where I live.”

After the call ended I wondered if my invitation would amount to anything. Sure, I had joined in their fun at Kiki’s party, but maybe that had just been an opportunistic encounter.

Amazingly, five minutes later my phone rang. To my great relief the verdict was; “Sure, Trigger and I would love to come to dinner.”

That Wednesday and Thursday evening I planned the dinner meticulously. I wanted it to be spectacular.

If I may digress at this point; allow me to tell you about my mother who was quite simply the best cook I had ever met. In short, if anyone gave her their best recipe, well… she would improve on it. In my lifetime I would never need to buy a single cookbook. I had often helped my mom in the kitchen when I was growing up and when I moved out my parents’ home she presented me with a handwritten cookbook of culinary perfection. What made her gastronomic ‘masterpiece’ extra special, were the annotations that accompanied each recipe. Unlike normal recipe books, if a sauce or flavour was not up to standard, there were hints to guide you. The downside of my mother’s catering brilliance was that I was seldom impressed when eating out.

Having pulled out all the stops when my guests arrived at seven on Friday evening, they were blown away. Not only did the table look spectacular, but the meal was exceptional. Both Danté and Trigger could not stop raving.

After dinner as Danté and I cleared the table, Trigger moved through to the lounge. My heart leaped for joy as I observed him disrobing and sitting naked on the sofa.

Upon joining him he was casually toying with his dick. “Jesus… Terry, this was one of the best meals I have ever eaten.”

With a salacious look on his face and as if using his dick as a bribe, he then asked, “Can we visit you regularly for dinner?”

With a smile, I replied, “Sure, whenever you like.”

“Why don’t we start our own special club?” Trigger then said earnestly.

“What club do you have in mind?” I asked, dumbfounded.

“Why don’t we call it the; ‘The Friday Night Supper Club?’” he replied with a snigger, before resuming, “Naturally, we’ll happily contribute to the food and drink as long as you do all the cooking.”

Looking at his naked body I was about to scream that no contribution would be necessary at all, instead, however, I nodded and told him that I would gladly participate in this arrangement. To my further delight, Danté also enthusiastically concurred.

With a horny grin, Trigger then resumed, “I’m even prepared to be the master of ceremonies for the after-dinner entertainment.” We all had a good laugh at his suggestion.

“Why aren’t you boys naked yet?” Trigger then announced, with a faux stern look on his face. In a flash, Danté and I had disposed of our clothing.

Next, Danté threw his arms around my neck and began passionately kissing me. All I had thought about for the past week was sticking my dick into Danté’s incredible arse again. As I tightly held his body, my fingers moved into his crack before I commenced stroking his butt-hole.

“Ooh… looks like our boy, Terry, wants to fuck your magic arse, Danté,” Trigger exclaimed.

Our ‘MC’ now took control of the action. After lying sideways on the sofa, Danté was instructed to kneel down next to Trigger and suck his knob. I was also given my orders to kneel behind Danté and fuck his arse.

Trigger soon had control of Danté’s head and commenced skull-fucking him meaningfully. It looked somewhat aggressive to me, but as I would later learn, Danté absolutely loved it.

Danté wasn’t into the ‘whips and chains’ thing, but he liked his men on the rough side. Having his arse and face slapped was acceptable, as long as it didn’t become too frenetic.

As I watched the face-fucking unfold before me, my cock was again being treated to one of the anal highlights of a lifetime. To add to my pleasure, the grunts and groans emanating from my two abettors elevated my ecstasy to a higher plain and I couldn’t believe what a fantastic Friday night I was having. The ‘Friday Night Supper Club’ was certainly meeting with my full approval.

Normally, I would have been stressed by Danté’s snorts, but I got a distinct impression that he loved his ‘torment.’ He had obviously been well trained in the preceding week by Trigger. As Danté’s head was continually raised up and down and slapped as Trigger gripped him by the hair, I fully understood that they were totally in sync. The slaps were not extreme but meaningful. Besides my observations, the pulsating treatment my dick was enjoying as a result totally negated all my concern.

Danté’s ability to deal with the continued lack of air as his face was fucked sturdily was mesmerizing. Not only did he have a magic arse, but he also dealt unbelievably well with oxygen deprivation. In short, he was the ultimate bitch for an uber-male.

Trigger shortly got off the sofa and moved in behind me. “Hold still,” he then commanded me.

After he had entered my backside he said, “Just relax and let me supply the momentum.”

Once more, the double stimulation blew my mind. As Trigger got a steady rhythm going the pleasure I was experiencing just seemed to escalate and I would happily have remained in that position for the rest of the evening. Regrettably, however, Danté’s twitching manhole got the upper hand.

When I began to grunt feverishly, Trigger really hammered my backside and my release was incredible!

In an instant, my body was pulled off Danté, before Trigger swiftly entered Danté’s arse.

“Get behind me and rim my fuckin’ hole, Terry.”

I did as I was told and hungrily attacked Trigger’s manhole. Once more Trigger’s groans and Danté’s whimpers treated my ears to a symphony of lust. As had happened the week before, Trigger again kept sliding his cock in and out of Danté’s hole and instructing me to lap on the underside of his dick, before once more ordering me to reinsert into Danté’s hot arse. Magically, this scene played itself out over and over again, for the twenty minutes.

After Trigger had finally cum, I was told to feast on Danté’s hole. As I did so I re-enacted the same rimming procedure that I had performed on Trigger and before long, Danté and I got into a sixty-nine position on the floor, with me on top of Danté.

When Danté finally came, we stood up and joined Trigger who was sipping on a beer.

Upon arriving in my bedroom an hour later, Trigger lay at the edge of the bed and told Danté to climb on and face him. As Danté commenced riding Trigger’s dick, Tigger pulled Danté’s torso downward and clamped his body.

“Now, let’s find out what this magic arse can do with two dicks, Terry?” Trigger barked.

Danté began to whimper his dissent, but it was clear that his protestations were hollow and lacked any real meaning. Danté’s repertoire fully encompassed the ‘damsel in distress’ approach and he loved the effect that this had on dominant men. He, however, knew that it heightened alpha men to higher levels of excitement.

As my cock burrowed in next to Trigger’s dick, I felt an exhilaration that I had never before experienced. I had never double-fucked anyone before and the sensation was just fuckin’ awesome.

The next ten minutes were beyond mindboggling as Trigger and my knobs compacted together in Danté’s enchanted portal. The groans from Danté egged us on like Argonauts in pursuit on the Golden Fleece. Miraculously, both our cocks exploded in unison as we gushed in celebration.

As the three of us finally lay next to one another thereafter, with Danté between us, Trigger shortly fell sound asleep. He had mentioned that he had worked very hard that day and was exhausted after a day of heavy toil.

Joyfully, after he had drifted off, Danté soon turned his back towards me and commenced wriggling his bewitching arse against my knob.

For the following thirty minutes, I languidly fucked Danté before we both also succumbed to dreamland.

The following morning I got up early and began preparing our breakfast. The night before, they had mentioned that they needed to be on their way reasonably early.

After a hearty breakfast, we all had a final hug and fondle at my front door. As I watched the two of them leave, I knew that the next six days we’re going to be the longest of my life.

“See you on Friday,” Danté impishly said as he waved goodbye.

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I pulled up outside Carlton’s house. I was so nervous I could feel myself shaking. He got out of the car first. I quickly locked the passenger door and drove off. I just couldn’t go through with it. I think it was the thought of being fucked so hard. What would of happened if I asked him to stop? I wasn’t sure he would, hence why I chickened out.

Later that evening when Deborah had gone to work I logged on to chat to Carlton. As you can imagine he was very annoyed with me. I told him about my fears and he reassured me that if I wanted to stop he would have done. Somehow I didn’t believe him but we chatted away. I could tell he was getting bored with just chatting. He pointed out that there were other young men interested in him and if I didn’t get my finger out he would make one of them his bitch instead of me.

We got on to the subject of what he would like me to wear if I did finally become his bitch. He sent me a link to a cartoon he liked. Some of you may know of it. It depicted a young effeminate looking white guy watching four black men play basketball. The white guy was wearing a pair of tiny pink shorts and a t-shirt like a crop-top. The shorts were so tight his peachy bum cheeks were poking out from underneath them. The young guy had longish hair and pink lips. The four black guys were really well hung and gave the young sissy a good fucking.

I was so turned on by this and told Carlton that I would love to dress like that for him. He told me he wanted me to wear pink lipstick and a little bit of mascara. The shorts had to be pink and very tiny. He told me to buy a white t-shirt with the words “Sissy” printed on it in pink and some pink lacy panties. He reminded me he didn’t want me to look like a girl but like a effeminate boy. He asked me if I was ready to have my brains fucked out, but I wasn’t and sadly he left the chatroom.

A week later Deborah was out with her friend so I had the night to myself. We had a couple of bottles of wine with our meal and I was feeling more than a little drunk and light headed. I logged into the chatroom feeling quite brave, I think it was all the drink. I had a rum and coke to settle my nerves and requested a private chat with Carlton. His first response was “Are you ready to be fucked”. I told him I was.  I told him that I’d bought a pair of tiny pink shorts, some pink knickers and the t-shirt with Sissy written on it. He wanted to know when we could meet. I told him that I had the day off on Monday and that he could come around to my house. Without really thinking I sent him my address and told him he could call around about 10am. He asked if Deborah would be there but I told him no, she would be at work. Once I’d agreed to let Carlton fuck me and given him my address he logged off. The effect of the drink soon wore off and I got into a bit of a panic but there was no going back now!

The weekend flew by and soon it was Monday morning I was very nervous but knew I had to go through with what I had arranged. I left for work as normal and waited around the corner until Deborah left for work. I drove back to the house and went upstairs to get ready for Carlton. I lay the Sissy t-shirt, panties and little pink shorts out on the bed. I used some Veet and my bodygroomer to make sure I was still smooth all over. I had another shower, got dressed and put on some of Deborah’s pink lipstick and mascara. I went into the bedroom to look at myself in the full length mirror. I looked just like the pussyboi in the cartoon it was such a turn on. I loved the way the cheeks of my ass poked out from under the shorts. They were so tiny that you could see my ass cleavage too. I bent over in front of the mirror and practiced wiggling my bum. Then I heard a car pull onto the drive, I looked through the bedroom window, it was Carlton.

I ran down the stairs waiting for the knock on the door. I opened the door, Carlton looked so tall, I’d forgotten he was over 6ft he towered above me. Before the door was closed Carlton pushed me down onto my knees in front of him. My face was level with his crutch and I could see the outline of his cock pushing against the material of his smart business suit. He grabbed the back of my head and rubbed my face around his groin. In that deep brown voice of his he asked me if I was ready to be fucked like a bitch. I looked up at him all doe eyed and in  a shaky voice replied “Yes”.

How had it come to this? I couldn’t believe it. On campus for only four weeks, just four weeks, and things had gotten out of control. This was too much. Tyler had gone too far in our little games, taken them too seriously.

So why was I still hard? My cock angled upward, leaking, still wet from my previous load.

I heard the sounds from the corridor, just through the door, one Tyler had left unlocked. Anyone could come in, just open the door and walk right in. My cock flexed with arousal.

Glancing over I saw my cell phone, only a couple of feet away. It might as well be in the next fucking state for all the good it was doing me now. How long was that asshole going to be gone? Where did he go? Was this some bullshit part of the game? It wasn’t funny that was for sure.

Looking down I saw the sorry state I was in. “Fuck” I uttered out loud, only my ears in range to hear.

I was naked. Completely and totally naked. And I was tied to a chair. Fuck.

Where did Tyler find this old straight back chair? Such a simple wood thing, nothing especially special about it. I had said nothing when it showed up a week ago. It sat comfortably, didn’t take up much space and I had enjoyed sitting in it by the window of the dorm room studying or just reading for pleasure. But he obviously had ulterior motives with its acquisition. A purpose to which I’ve become familiar in the last few hours.

I hear the knob turn slightly and Joey’s voice, calling back to someone else down the hall.

“Are you sure you saw Tyler leaving?” Joey calls down the hall then I hear his voice trail off. I take a deep breath of relief.

Looking down I see the clear drool stretch down to the seat of the chair and begin to pool there. This was fucking insane. I was so hard. Was fear a mechanism to arousal?

Each wrist was secured to the arms of the chair. Each ankle secured to one of the front legs. Only the remnants of my boxer briefs, a very expensive pair I might add, lay under each thigh. He’d cut them off, slowly, as I sat gagged and tied to the chair. I couldn’t believe it and wanted to scream through the gag at him. But the asshole had dared me to cry out loud enough to attract someone’s attention.

Then he had toyed with me, for hours. I had never wanted, no, needed to cum so badly. I was pleading with him, begging him for relief. Then he had asked me that question.

“Do you want me to blow you? I’ll do it…if you’ll do me.”

I had shaken my head no. No way was I going to suck his dick. Not now, not after he tied me to the chair.

I wanted to. I really did. I had wanted him since the first day when I saw him change clothes. Watched the reveal of his body, tall and muscular, the skin so smooth looking, its tone perfect in the dim light. And he knew I had watched him. He told me so as he stroked me to the point of cumming, telling me how often he had seen me watching him.

“Come on Eli, you want it. Admit it” Tyler had said last night, while down on the floor between my legs toying with my cock. “Just nod your head yes.”

I had refused. Stubbornly, defiantly, refusing him the satisfaction of the admission.

It was the only power I had over him.

The room was dimly lit by Tyler’s desk lamp, deep shadows everywhere it couldn’t penetrate. I glanced to my right. The mirror on the wall at the foot of bunkbeds. Full length and perfectly positioned for me to see myself. I’m surprised Tyler didn’t think to turn me toward it, make me face it. Seeing my cock angled up above my thigh, hard as a rock and glistening wetly in the light was enough.

Here’s the thing. The part of this little scenario that still makes me question this reality. Maybe it’s like this ‘fake news’ everyone refers to, this reality we don’t want to believe. I still can’t believe this is happening between us. This game of cat and mouse, sexual in its nature. Tyler is six foot three and one ninety of gym pumped muscle. Believe me, I know. He’s told me so many times when flexing a bicep or getting his running shoes on while telling me I should go with him to the gym, build up my own body. And I’ve seen his body. All of it, every day. He would parade around naked as he took out each garment he was going to wear, laying them out on the lower bunk. My bunk I might add. He used his razors more on his torso than his face, keeping a five o’clock shadow that was picture perfect. I hated his guts and lusted after him at the same time.

In the mirror I see myself, this person I wish was different. I still looked like a kid. Skinny, average height, boring brown hair and still looking like a boy. I rarely needed to shave and had so little body hair I avoided letting the other guys see me. I felt fourteen years old in lieu of eighteen. And for these past four weeks, as I simultaneously hated and lusted after Tyler, I tried to imagine a situation where I would have the opportunity to meet another guy, someone who would like me the way I was, not some muscled jock but just a regular guy. Someone safe, not too loud, that I could find my own way with.  

Instead I met Tyler.

 

 

 

I had been excited by it being Friday, just one more day to endure before a weekend to relax a bit, not feel the constant pressure to study ever minute. First class, English, and the assignment of a paper on the objectification of beauty. What the fuck? What did I know about objectifying anything? Then history and a surprise exam to see if we’ve been paying attention. And on it went, all day, one grand surprise after the next. By the last class, the one I considered my nemesis, the most dreaded of the day, P.E., I was exhausted.  I found myself having to change into my swim trunks for today was the swim test, to see if we would drown if pushed just a bit.

Looking around there were guys like myself, lean, skinny bodies of teenage boys, but there were the bodies of men there too, muscled, hairy, bulging crotches that made the rest of keep our backs to them. After class I didn’t bother to change, just put my t-shirt on, jeans stuffed into my already full backpack, and walked back to the dorm in wet trunks, not giving a shit what anyone thought. I was not changing in that dressing room again.

The floor was rowdy, worse than usual. Joey was chasing Bill, no, it was Bryan, down the hall. They were wearing nothing but boxers, and I could see their cocks flop around as they came toward me down the corridor. I looked at the floor trying hard not to look up again. There was laughter coming out of Mitch’s room and when I passed Rob’s I saw several guys sitting around on the floor or bed watching two of them battle it out in some video game. When I came to room 423, my room, the one I shared with jock boy Tyler, I saw the door was closed. I tried the lever and found it locked. What the fuck I uttered for Tyler always beat me back to the dorm and was usually holding court with his buddies on the floor. Everyday I came home to find three or four guys in our room, playing video games or watching porn. Tyler pushed the boundaries, testing anyone around him to what they were willing to do. He had Joey streak across the dorm green last weekend, and the one before he got Randall so drunk, we were worried he had alcohol poisoning. 

I dug out my keys and unlocked the door, surprised to see the interior was dark as I pushed the door open. Tyler lay on his bunk, the upper one, with his head resting on his hands, arms spread out revealing the black hair in each pit. I wanted to run my fingers through it. At times I imaged running my nose through it and it embarrassed me to have such an image in mind. He was wearing a white tank top, the one that was low cut with thin straps and those white gym shorts. The ones I hated/loved more than anything. The way they fit snug, revealing so much beneath them. 

“Your wet?” he questioned me.

“P.E.”

“The swim test?”

“Yep.”

“Did ya drown?” he jokingly asked.

“Yeah, but the coach resuscitated me before it was too late.”

I could be a smartass too.

I threw my backpack down on the floor. I needed to change into something dry for I was beginning to itch. I grabbed up my towel and rummaged in the closet for a pair of boxer briefs, my favorite cargo shorts and a clean shirt. At the door to the bathroom we shared with the two guys in the next room, I found it locked. Steve or Lewis must be in there I thought as I stood there hoping to hear the door quickly unlock.

“Just change in the room” said Tyler. 

Yeah, why don’t I just change in the room, strip naked in front of the jock and let him make fun of me. Say something about my boy’s body. No fucking way. 

“Jesus, you’re so shy and uptight.”

Just loud enough for me to hear. Asshole. 

We’re just guys, sharing a room. I’ve seen his body. His perfect body. So, why not let him see mine. He has seen me change shirts, so he’s seen the worst. The skinny flat chest and stomach. What more was there to see? My cock? My ass? Well, I did have a bit of an ass, had been told so by some girls in high school, amazed a skinny guy could have one. And my cock? It wasn’t huge, some monstrous built-for-porn thing, but it was bigger than most. Longer I should say. Long and lean. Yeah, when I could find some time alone, I could use both hands. So, fuck it, let him gawk at my skinny ass, see me in all my glory. 

I tossed my clothes on the lower bunk and standing right by the bunk beds, Tyler up above me with a bird’s eye view, I stripped off my clothes. Let him watch I thought as I tossed the t-shirt on the floor. I untied the swim trunks and pushed them down, bending slightly to work each foot free then tossed the wet things on top of the t-shirt. I picked up the towel and ran it over my cock, feeling the soft dry fabric rub pleasantly over it. Even with the watching eyes of my dorm mate above it felt good, too good and I felt my cock stir at my touch. I felt almost emboldened enough to do more, to rub it to erection just to see how Tyler would react. Stupid, I know, but there was the temptation. He was watching me, blatantly, without shame.

“What are you staring at?”

“Your naked ass” Tyler replied. No further comment. 

“Well, get an eye full” I replied tossing the towel over my chair. I reached down for my boxer briefs and put each foot through them. As I pulled them up Tyler jumped down on the floor next to me.

“Nice shorts. Too bad no one ever sees them” Tyler said standing right next to me. I was reminded of his height, a good five or six inches on me. He was too close, in my personal space, and there was the taunt, the insinuation of no one having seen me in my underwear. I knew what he meant. The thing he was digging at. I was virgin. 

I’m not a virgin I thought but knew it was a questionable boast at best. There had only been one time, and I wondered if it counted. I had turned eighteen back in March, and about two weeks later when this small carnival set up in the nearby town, my parents carried my sister and I out on a Saturday night. A family outing, just the four of us. We rode the rides, played games and ate the disgustingly sweet or fried foods. Near the end of the night, my sister forced my parents to ride the kiddie rides again, so I went exploring on my own. I circled around the exhibits knowing most were bullshit, till I found myself wandering around the back of some tents. 

The crews were beginning to closeup some booths and prepare to shut down for the night. Stepping over cables and around litter I came to an area where pallets were sitting around, some broken open and some still wrapped tightly in plastic. A guy sat on one smoking a cigarette. I couldn’t help it, found myself staring at him. He looked my age, about the same build in fact. His hair was long, hanging down around his face and I saw tattoos on his calves and on one bicep. When he looked up, I froze. 

“You’re not supposed to be back here.”

“I…was just…”

“What’s your name?”

“I…huh…Eli.”

“Luke. You want a cig?”

“What? No, thanks.”

“You here alone?”

“No. I came with my family. They…my sister wanted to ride the kiddie rides again.”

I remember the way he looked at me. It was if he could see through me. He stood and motioned me to follow him. Just like that I was following him into a tent at the back of the property. It was set up with some tables and chairs, costumes hung on rolling racks along one side, all crammed under the small tent. He sat down and motioned me over. I stood in front of him, a few feet away. He motioned me closer.

“Eli, come closer.”

I moved up closer till my legs nearly touched his knees. 

“I know what you want” said Luke as he reached out and touched my leg. I told myself to back up, to move away from him, I didn’t want him touching me like this. But I did. I wanted to feel a touch by another boy, the physical nature of it. His fingers worked along my thigh, the denim no longer a presence between his fingers and my skin. I felt them work up, squeeze and rub my cock. I felt the confinement, the need for space, space to stretch out. I was getting erect so fast even as I was scared to death of getting caught.

I stood mute and frozen in place, hands hanging at my sides as cigarette smoke drifted upward from below and hands undid my belt, unfastened the button of my jeans, pulled the zipper down and then…then…

Eyes closed I savored the feel of Luke’s mouth on my cock, even through the thin fabric of my briefs. He manipulated my cock till it turned up and stretched out above the waistband. His tongue raked over the exposed head making me gasp. I felt his fingers dig underneath the waistband and tug everything down. I lifted my t-shirt up feeling the air move over bare skin, from mid-calf up to my chest. I was fully exposed to Luke, my cock sticking out hard, the head wet from his ministrations.

“Nice” Luke uttered. I watched how he held my cock at the base and moved to it. I watched inch after inch sink into his mouth wondering how he could take it without choking. He buried me all the way in his mouth. I struggled to breath and had to put my hands on his shoulders to keep from falling over.

I felt his lips move along the shaft, the tongue lick it then the head. He tugged on my nut sac, painfully, straight down. I cried out and felt my cock sink back into his mouth. I flexed in his mouth, grew harder, giving into the urge to move my hips. I pushed inward then pulled back. His hands came to my thighs and controlled my pace. Inward and out, over, and over again till he let me go, let me fuck his mouth harder. I watched my cock piston through those lips. I couldn’t hold back, only a few minutes since we started and already close. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and shoved inward. I grew thicker, my entire body rigid, tensed up tight. I felt his fingers dig into my thighs pulling me deeper into his mouth. 

“I’m going to…”

I didn’t finish my warning. Instead I filled his mouth with my load. I felt each ejaculation and Luke’s swallowing, till finally I was spent.

He pushed me back and I stood there exhausted, my cock partially limp, wet and dripping. He stood in front of me, leaning close till our lips met. Then we kissed open mouth, tongues dueling giving me a taste of my own cum. I felt him tug on my cock as we kissed. How far we would have gone next, I don’t know. Voices of two men nearby, calling out for help caused Luke to pull back. I thought he would be nervous, scared at being caught but he only smiled at me.

“You should get dressed and go find your folks.” 

I pulled up my spit wet briefs then my jeans securing them in place and eased out of the tent. All the way home the wetness kept reminding me of Luke’s mouth and my cock stayed hard all the way home.

So, no, I wasn’t a pure virgin, but no I was not especially experienced either.

“I’ve been seen before, and more” I boasted, putting on a performance for my asshole dorm mate. 

“Yeah, had your way with someone?”

It would be later, tied to the chair that the realization of how we were talking would occur to me. Gender neutral the whole way through. Not once mentioning a girl, or fucking pussy, or any of the normal banter I heard the other guys say. 

“What’s it to you.” Smartass right to the end.

“To me…nothing. But I’m curious. You a real stud or just some boy who shoots in three seconds and thinks it was world ending?”

“What?”

“You know how to control it, to build up to that special moment?”

The conversation had suddenly taken a wrong turn. I couldn’t keep up, and it would be to my detriment.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Control? This is too…”

“How about a test?”

There it was, the proposition. 

“Test? Test for what?”

“To see if you can control yourself.”

“Okay, what do I have to do.” Big fucking mistake. Right there I set myself up for his shenanigans. 

“You sit in that chair and I talk some shit and see if you can avoid reacting to it.”

“You mean, can I not get hard with you talking dirty?”

Tyler laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, something like that.”

“Okay” I replied and sat in his fucking chair, this chair, in nothing but my boxer briefs. I didn’t think. Didn’t consider the situation through, or maybe, I did. I don’t know. What I did know was I never felt so exposed, even wearing the boxer briefs. I might as well have been naked in a dressing room full of guys. 

“The game is this” Tyler began, smiling so mischievously I realized I had fucked up, “I’m going to talk, that is it, and you’re going to try not get an erection.”

“What?”

“You’re going to try not to get an erection.”

“I heard you the first time, but…”

“But what? Afraid I’ll see you react to some words, just me talking about nothing really. You afraid?”

Afraid? Hell, no I wasn’t afraid, or I reacted as such. Actually, I was afraid, for I had no idea what the asshole had up his sleeves.

“No, I’m not afraid.”

“Okay then.”

He stood right in front of me. Tank top lose on his upper body and those fucking white gym shorts revealing the grey boxer briefs beneath them. He put one hand on his abdomen raking it upward dragging the tank top up till I could see his flat stomach.

“You ready” he whispered, a tone of voice I’d not heard him use before. 

“Yes” I lied.

“You come in early from class one day and walk into the room. I’m on your bed with a girl underneath me. We’re naked and I’m fucking her. You see my ass flexing, the upward and down movement as I fuck her. She is moaning and groaning, begging me to fuck her harder and I do. Your shitty bed squeaks and rocks…”

He stops and stares at me, smiling. “I pull out, roll over and you see it, my hard cock, wet and dripping. I tug on it as I look at you, staring back at me…staring at my cock. You want it, want to be in her position, underneath me, taking it…”

“What no!” I interrupt him as I try to stand up.

“Whoa, buddy, not so fast. We’re just starting.”

“I don’t want to play anymore, you egoistical ass. I don’t want…”

“Relax. I just testing you remember. Now sit down.”

I sit back down knowing it’s a mistake. A huge fucking mistake. I watch him reach into a desk drawer and pull out duct tape. Duct tape?  What the fuck.

“Why do you have duct tape?”

He smiled at me and eased down on his knees between my legs. 

“Because I want you to get into the spirit of our game. You need to stay seated” said Tyler as he tore about two feet of tape from the roll.

“Hey, wait a minute…”

“Relax Eli. I’m just going to secure your wrist to the chair. Keep you from touching yourself and from getting up too soon.”

“NO” I exclaimed and began to push my way up.

He shoved me back down and before I knew what was happening my right wrist was taped to the chair’s arm. I tried to tear it off, but he caught me and soon the left wrist was taped down too. He sat back on his heels and looked at me. I must have been red in the face by now, furious with him, and myself. Why did I let him start this?

“Tyler” in the calmest voice I could muster.

“Eli?” he replied, in the same tone but it sure sounded more sarcastic. 

“Let me go.”

“Oh, come on Eli. Just for a few minutes. Now, where was I?” 

As he stood up, I pushed the chair back, rocked it one way and the other. I don’t know what I expected to accomplish but I wasn’t going to sit still.

“Eli!” he exclaimed as he pushed down on my legs holding me in place. “We’ll just have to do some more preparation.”

He lifted my right foot which I was trying to kick out with and soon he has it taped to the leg of the chair just off the floor. Then the left foot was quickly taped the same. Knees up and spread apart I felt my cock stir. No, no, no I pleaded with myself. Don’t react to this, don’t let him see.

“Eli? Are you getting a erection already, you naughty boy” Tyler uttered, as he began to laugh.

“Tyler, if you don’t let me go, I’m going to yell for one of the guys.”

“Really, you’re going to call them in here and let them see how you let me tie you up, in just your briefs?”

“Yes” I replied but my tone spoke otherwise, and Tyler leaned down close to my face, smiling and shaking his head.

“Now let’s start over. You come into the room and catch me masturbating. I’m naked in my chair and I turn toward you, legs spread, hand working up and down my cock” Tyler begins with his little story, rubbing the front of those gym shorts as he keeps his eyes glued to my crotch. I try not to listen to him, but I can’t help it, I hear the words and images form in my mind. Images of Tyler naked, cock hard and he has me go down on my knees and move between his legs. He has me take his hard, wet cock, stroking it slowly. I feel the hardness of his thick shaft. 

My cock stirs then begins to thicken. It tries to stretch out as it gets erect. It’s caught wrong in my briefs and I squirm and work by legs back and forth what little I can, anything to try to get my cock to change positions. It begins to hurt from the discomfort. 

“What’s the matter, Eli?”

“Tyler, stop, please…my cock is…” I stammer to a stop, unable to admit my problem. 

“Your cock is bowing outward. Is that the problem? It can’t stretch out?”

“Tyler…please.”

I watch Tyler reach into a desk drawer bringing out a pair of scissors.

“No, Tyler, don’t” I plead as I watch helplessly as the cold metal of the lower half slides up my thigh and begins to cut the fabric. With one side cut away my cock slips free and straightens bringing me relief. I hold my head back and breath normally again. I feel the metal scissors slide up the other leg and look down in time to see the fabric part as it is cut.

When the waist band is cut the tatters that were my boxer briefs fall away. I’m naked. And hard. My cock angles up despite self-pleading for it to go down. Tyler laughs as he stands up in front of me. 

“That’s it, Eli, show me how much you like being tied up.”

“Tyler, please, let me go” I beg, and I hear the whiny tone of my voice. Dear god, how pathetic I sound. “Fuck you” I exclaim, suddenly mad again. 

Tyler pulls his tank top off and I see the familiar form. Muscular, every part of him defined, and I swear he shines in the dim light. He rakes a hand down over his chest and stomach and I notice his nipples are sticking out hard.

“You like it, don’t you? You like looking at me? Looking at my erection” I taunt him. He doesn’t say anything as he pushes those fucking gym shorts down. Below his curved ass they free fall to his feet. His briefs tent out obscenely and he cups it, gives it a squeeze and I see it flex. He leans down close to me, only inches between our faces. 

“Maybe I do, Eli. Maybe we have something in common, you and I.”

I swallowed hard, the insinuation clear. I felt his fingers rake along my cock as we stared at each other. They swirled around the head and I gasped.

“You like that” Tyler whispered, and I wanted to protest, wanted to deny the obvious but it felt too good, those fingers manipulating my cock. I shuddered. 

Tyler toyed with me for what seemed like hours. I could hear the guys on our floor coming and going, occasionally someone knocking on our door, calling out if we are in here, and did we want to go get a pizza, beer or a movie? Fuck no I answered in my head each time as Tyler slow stroked me, grazed a finger along the shaft and rubbed it over the leaking slit. I was so close so many times, my cock leaking till the shaft was wet with it. 

Tyler, you goddamn asshole, you drove me nuts. He would move to my right ear, so close I felt his warm breath. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No…please, finish me” I pleaded and listened to him snigger in response. 

“If I suck you…will you suck me?”

What? I could not have heard him correctly. But I saw the look on his face. No way was I giving him the satisfaction. Not now.

Looking slightly dejected at my refusal, he toyed with me some more. Stroked me, squeezed the shaft and rubbed the head with his thumb. I thought I’d pass out.

I was near tears when he brought me to the point of release once again. Looking down I watched my cock flex, watched the slit gap open, watched the bead of clear precum pool then trickle down adding to the wetness of my cock. Tyler stood  up in front of me and pushed his briefs down, kicking them off his feet. His cock was hard, the shaft curved upward and the head wet. 

I looked upon him, his muscular body, exposed to my stare. He looked pumped, as if he’d been working out. His stomach revealed a six pack, his pecs flexed, and biceps bulged with his movements. He stroked his cock, slowly at first but soon began to really fist it. His hand was a blur. I felt my own cock flex between my thighs, and I knew I was leaking more, aroused as I was, so close only a moment before and now watching Tyler I felt like I could cum any minute. I wondered if he was only teasing me, just putting on a show that would end too soon. He stepped up between my knees, his cock only inches away from my staring eyes. The head flared wider, the slit opened up wider and I felt hot cum hit me in the face.

“Oh fuck” Tyler uttered as wad after wad hit me in the face, the chest and even on my own cock. The room smelled of Tyler, sweating skin and cum and I felt my own cock flex, felt this surging sensation course through me. Looking down I watched as cum slow erupted painfully from my cock. The thick white cum pumped out of the slit and ran down my shaft. 

“Goddamn” Tyler exclaimed as he stooped down, arms resting on my knees, and watched me cum.

 

 

That had been a while ago and here I sit waiting on that asshole to come back. I could smell nothing but cum. Tyler’s and my own. I felt his cum trickling down my face, drip from my chin and run down my stomach. I felt slimy with it, nasty as fuck.

And I needed to piss in the worst way imaginable.

I tried to think of something else, anything else. What course work I should have done my Monday, what the next week would be like in classes, when was the last time I called my folks (last weekend) and what were the guys doing on our floor. And the fact the door was still unlocked.

Finally, I heard Tyler’s voice in the corridor, talking to one of the guys. No, he wasn’t going to out tonight; no, he didn’t feel like a video gaming session or grabbing a late-night pizza at Louie’s on Garden Street.  Yes, he’d let them know if he changed his mind. The door knob turned, the door swung open enough to let Tyler slip in where he closed it quickly, locking it this time.

“Did I leave the door unlocked?”

“Yes, you fucking moron. Now untie me. I have to piss.”

“Whoa, hostility.  I sense anger.”

“Come on, Tyler, let me lose. I really have to go.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Well, go then.”

I stared at him stupefied. What did he say? I asked myself, not believing what I had just heard. I looked down at my slimy wet cock lying flaccid between my thighs as I struggled to hold it.

“Tyler…please, let me go” I pleaded in the smallest, most submissive voice I could manage.

“Come on, Eli, just go” Tyler repeated. I looked up and saw him pull off the t-shirt, the cargo shorts then the boxers he had on. Naked, he came to me and kneeled between my knees. “You want to piss on me?”

What the fuck, fuck. I stared at him, thinking how the reality of such a suggestion was very much before me. I felt his hand take my cock and I looked down to see him holding it pointing slightly upward and toward him.

“Come on, Eli…do it. Let it go.”

I had to go so bad I couldn’t help it. A little dribbled out at first, painfully, that first release, then I began in earnest, a steady stream. Tyler worked my cock up and down and I watched it splash on his chest, stomach and cock, which began to grow erect again.

“You sick twisted bastard” I uttered as the relief flooded over me.

Head back, eyes closed I felt the last of my piss stream out. Then there was the manipulation of Tyler’s fingers, once again getting me hard. I let him, just sat there with no fight or protest, keeping my eyes closed, feeling the touching, the tugging and stroking and the rubbing over the head. Then I felt something different. Something hot. Wet.

I looked down and watched Tyler’s head moving up and down over my cock. I realized he had taken me in his mouth. It felt so good, the warm slickness of it. His tongue rubbed along the shaft and swirled around the head making me shudder and try to push upward with my hips.

Tyler rose, licking his lips, he gave my cock a squeeze.

“You want me to stop now?”

“Fuck…no” I replied.

“I knew you wanted it” he whispered, then leaning close, “I saw the way you looked at me. It was like a fifteen old boy looking at a new truck. He wanted it so bad, but just knew he couldn’t have it. But…Eli, you can have whatever you want. I’ll give it to you.”

Shit I thought as I looked at Tyler. He looked like he was ready to beg me for something, eyes pleading. But I was the one tied the fuck up. Damn, things were getting twisted around. But all I could think about was my cock, how hard it felt, and how good Tyler’s mouth had felt on it.

“Suck me, Tyler. Suck me off” I whispered.

Tyler bent over and I felt my cock engulfed in that warm wet mouth once again. I closed my eyes and savored the feel of it. Those lips tight around my cock, moving up and down its length. And when he pulled up to the head, keeping his lips tight around it and sucked, I mean really sucked, I shuddered.

This time it was too soon, that surge running through me happening too fast. I tried to push up, wanted so desperately to get deeper into that mouth. I told Tyler to suck me faster. Demanded it. And his head moved faster. I shuddered again and cried out as I filled Tyler’s mouth with my load. I felt him swallowing, felt the suction on my cock till I was spent.

Tyler sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with one finger, scoping up cum, then licking it off. I was still breathing hard and didn’t know what to say. Everything was turned around. Some fucking alternate reality where the jock isn’t an asshole. Instead he sucks your cock and eats your load.

I want to fuck him.

I watch him reach over to his desk and from the bottom drawer out come those scissors. He slips them along each leg cutting the tape lose. Then along each wrist, slowly working them under the tape snipping it in two till I was finally free. I rubbed my wrists and worked each foot around till the feeling came back. Tyler stood and held out his hand.

“I think we both could use a shower.”

The door locked to the other room so we wouldn’t have interruptions, I got the shower heated up while Tyler cleaned up the floor and put the dirtied towels and clothes by the hamper. When he came into the bathroom, I was in the shower soaped up. It felt good to have my skin rinse clean.

“Make room” Tyler uttered as he stepped in next to me. It was crowded in the small shower and I rubbed my soapy body against his till I felt a reawakening. I soaped up my hands and ran them over his back, glided one over the slick skin downward till I was raking my fingers between his cheeks. I dug them in all the way, rub along his ass till I felt it, the opening to his body. I rubbed it till he was moaning, then I sank my finger inside of him all the way.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes” Tyler mumbled.

I piston that finger into his depths. Pulled it out then sank two into him.

“You want me to make it three?”

“Yes” Tyler moaned as he pushed back on my fingers working inside his hole.

“Maybe you would have rather have me shove something else up there?”

“Please…do it Eli…fuck me” Tyler uttered in a strained voice as he turned to the wall, spread his legs and pushed his ass out to me. He wanted it, wanted it bad. Fucking whore.

I moved up behind him, pushed my hard cock to his tight opening and pushed. I felt my cock breach that tightness, felt the head squeeze through and sink into the heat of his body. So soft around my cock, as I pushed inch after inch into the bastard.

“Take me” I uttered as I sank the last inch in his ass.

I held the bastard by the waist and fucked him. Fucked him as hard as I could. I didn’t hold back or kiss him on the neck and tell him I loved him. None of that shit. I fucked his ass. It was my mission in life to breed the bastard. After the torture of the last few hours he deserved it. And after coming twice I knew this time would take a while.

I felt his fingers on my thighs as I pumped into his depths. I pumped that shit as deep as I could, giving him every inch. He begged for more.

I worked one hand through his thick blonde hair, grabbed a fist full of it and tugged his head back as I drove into him again.

“You like that?” I asked in a taunting tone.

“Oh…yes” he uttered.

I pushed his face to the wall. I drove into his hole and hammered away at his insides. Then I watched him work his ass on my cock. I leaned back on the opposite wall and let him. He pushed back and pulled forward as I watched my cock disappear in his hole, then reappear, over and over, till I couldn’t take much more. I grabbed him by the shoulders, spun him around shoving the shower curtain over as I did, and forced him down on his knees, half in the shower and half out. He went to his elbows, then all the way down with his shoulders and face flat on the floor. Holding his waist, I plunged back in him all the way and fucked that raised ass.

Water was getting everywhere, and I didn’t care. Tyler was moaning like a cheap whore, and again I didn’t care.

I reached underneath and tugged on his cock. It was hard and I pulled on it roughly till I felt Tyler shudder.

“What do you want?” I asked in a demanding voice.

“Give…it…to…me” he stammered. And I did.

I held his hips tightly, thrusting my cock into his depths. Only a dozen times or so and I felt the surge of release. I pushed into Tyler all the way and came. I thrust with each ejaculation till I couldn’t take it. I collapsed on his back breathing hard.

One of the guys next pounded on the bathroom door making me jerk to my senses.

“Jesus, what is going on in there. Shit, there’s water coming under the door.”

I tossed a towel at the bottom of the door to stop any more water from getting under. Turning off the shower and pulling out of Tyler’s ass at the same time I finally responded to the guys next door.

“I’m sorry, the shower curtain pulled out at the bottom. I’ll get it cleaned up.”

“Whatever” came the reply. They were a bit peeved, and rightfully so. Water was everywhere.

“Get up Tyler; help me clean up this mess.”

 

 

 

Eight Weeks Later

 

Fuck, it was cold as shit. I zipped up my coat before leaving P.E. I could see the north wind whipping around the courtyard. It just looked cold. Bracing myself, I headed for the dorm. I walked fast, trying to get the blood pumping to warm up. I passed Joey skateboarding to his last class and nodded as I stepped to the side.

It was Friday afternoon and I’ll be damn if I was going to do any assignments tonight. I had been busting my ass all week for one exam or another, the last before the big finals. And there was that English paper I had to finish up last night. Technically is was morning for the clock read 2:15 when I finally got to bed. I should be a walking zombie by now, but I was keyed up. Walking on my toes. The mere thought of what I had planned made my cock begin to get erect. I brazenly adjusted it as I walked across the Commons. Fuck, I was horny. The bastard better be ready and waiting.

The dorm was a hive of activity, a group in the lounge watching television, guys going up and down the stairs, carrying bicycles, skateboards, or sports gear. Taking two at a time I raced up the stairs till I came out on the fourth floor. There were guys milling around one door or another, sounds of video games, music or some movie came from different open doors. As I walked down the corridor passing the guys, I saw the looks, the knowing expressions that they knew what was going on in Room 423. For a few weeks now it wasn’t a secret, not with the noisy bastard I had for a dormmate. He just couldn’t keep his mouth shut and I was usually too busy fucking him to care. So, the guys knew. But they didn’t say anything, nothing explicit anyway. There were hints, comments made that seemed like they were jealous. Maybe they’d like a piece of Tyler. Or maybe they’d like me to fuck them. The thought of either was intriguing, but I was in no mood to share. I don’t think my cock could take it, not as often as it was jammed in Tyler’s mouth or ass.

I unlocked the door, something we agreed to never leave unlocked again. The room was dimly lit, just a lamp on Tyler’s desk burning. I stepped in and closed the door behind me as I surveyed the sight before me. Tyler, naked, dog collar around his neck and a cock that began to rise. All he had to do was see me come in and he began to get erect. And the dog collar? Well, that was a gift to himself. I remember how he lied through his teeth to the woman at the pet store. He had a German Shepard, named Max. He needed a new collar. Original, right? I could have ordered something online, something made for the occasion, maybe with rings around it for some additional play. But it was the dog collar that seemed to do the trick. I did like tugging on it when shoved all the way up his ass. Like I intended to be very soon. Yeah, the shit about to get real.

I tossed my backpack down, took off my coat and hung it up then turned to Tyler. I moved up toward him, close, nearly forcing him to lean back.

“You know the drill” I stated in a low commanding voice and watched him move to my crotch, felt the heat of his breath through my jeans, the mouthing of my growing erection. He held my legs to steady himself as he worked that mouth on my cock. I grew hard quickly.

“Take it out.”

Tyler struggled with my belt, tugging it lose with his teeth, then pulling to undo it. He bit down on the flap of my jeans and tugged the button loose, then grasp the zipper and worked it down. Jeans spread open he only had to tug a little to get them to fall to my ankles. Then that mouth was on my cock, making my briefs wet in no time. I wanted to grab his head and burying his face against it.

He struggled to bite the waistband but when he finally had it between his teeth he tugged and tugged till my briefs finally slipped down over my ass and cock. When they were pulled down sufficiently to become lose, he let go. They fell to my ankles on top of my jeans, I stepped out of them, right foot, then the left kicking jeans and briefs to the side.

“Suck.”

Tyler moved to my cock, angling his head to align with the head. I watched his mouth open to it, then inch after inch sink into its warmth.  He moved slowly on it, pushing forward till I was engulfed in the wet heat of his mouth, then pulling back till only the head was trapped in it. His tongue would swirl around the head, rake over the slit, making me ball my fists tight as I struggled to maintain control.

I could never last long when so aroused, so riled up for the feel of his mouth. And he knew it. The first load was always a quick reward for his efforts. My cock throbbed with the need for release. It swelled up thicker. I held Tyler’s head between my hands and fucked. I thrust my cock through his lips and over his tongue. Body tensed tight, hands gripping fists full of hair, I filled his mouth.

I pulled out, cock glistening wet with spit and cum, and grabbed him by the collar. Roughly, impatient, I dragged his ass to the bed. Still on his knees, I pushed his torso down on the bed, dropped down between his legs, and dragged my still hard cock up and down his ass. It grew slick with spit and cum letting me slide over the skin easily. I reached over to the conveniently provided duct tape and I bound his hands behind his back. I consider stuffing his briefs in his mouth and taping them in place. He likes it. Seriously likes it, but I want to hear him unmuffled. I want to hear his pleadings, his moans and grunts. I aimed at his opening and push slowly through its tightness. I let him feel every inch as I penetrate him. I felt his tightness squeeze the head of my cock then milk inch after inch of the shaft. He shivered with my penetration and cried out. It’s a loud cry, too loud. Maybe I should have gagged him.

I fucked him slowly, sinking all the way into his depths then slowly, painfully slow, pull back. He shivered and buried his face in the bed, but I could hear him.

“Fuck…fuck me…fuck me…”

I want to hear him more clearly. I want to hear his pleas. I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up roughly.

“What do you want?”

“I want…your cock. Fuck me. Fuck me harder…please.”

I pushed into him roughly, rocking the bed against the wall. He cried out again. I hold him by the waist and fuck as hard and fast as I can for a short time. I hammered his ass making the bed squeak and rock against the wall. We’re too noisy, and I know it, but I just don’t give a fuck.

I pulled out and watched his hole slowly close. Then I shoved back into him.

I’m going to do it again, but we’re brought up short by a knocking. “Shit” I uttered as I looked toward the door. The knock came again and I realized it’s the bathroom door, not the room door to the corridor. “Fuck.”

“Eli?”

It was Lewis.

“Eli…open up.”

“What the fuck” I muttered as I stood up and walked to the bathroom door. ‘Now they want to come over’ I thought. Then it hit me. They could hear us, the banging against the wall and Tyler’s big mouth. I should have gagged the bastard. I looked down contemplating what to do.

“Come on Eli, open up. We know what’s going on” said Steve. Fuck; both of them were behind the door.

I grabbed the lever and pulled the door open. I saw their expressions, the surprise I was boldly standing before them naked, cock erect, wet, glistening in the light as it drooled. A big clear drop fell from the slit. I was horny as fuck and wasn’t about to let these two fuckheads screw it up.

“What?” I barked.

Lewis stood at the door with Steve behind him. I looked at the two familiar boys, Lewis, who was shorter, lean build and behind him, Steve, the proverbial jock, over six feet and big. Muscular and thick bodied. He played some defensive position in high school football and still had the body to prove it. They stared at me and I wondered what they thought.

“We…want to watch” Lewis stammered.

“Yeah…it’s just…we hear you guys all the time and we want to see what you’re doing” added Steve.

“You want to watch us?”

They nodded in unison. Damn, they were pathetic.

I looked over to Tyler who was on his knees by the bed. He nodded his head. Twisted bastard wanted to let them watch. I wondered if they had it planned. If Tyler, Steve and Lewis had discussed this already. Maybe…maybe not. It didn’t matter. It was obvious Lewis and Steve knew the score.

“Fuck it” I uttered as I walked back to Tyler, leaving Lewis and Steve standing in the door. I heard them follow me into the room. I grabbed Tyler by the collar, roughly jerking him to look up. “You want these bastards to see you get fucked?”

“Yes” he whispered. He looked scared for a moment, then I saw the curl upward of the corners of his mouth. Fucking exhibitionist. I shoved him over, pushed his face against the floor. I looked over at Lewis and Steve and motioned toward our desk chairs. They sat down and rolled closer.  I rubbed my cock up and down Tyler’s wet ass, then stroked to renewed hardness. It didn’t take long, and I was aiming at Tyler’s opening. I glanced over and saw Lewis sitting back, hand over his crotch trying to hide his erection, and next to him, Steve was leaning forward, elbows on his knees, concealing his own crotch. Watch and learn, assholes.

I shoved into Tyler, all the way. I knew being sideways to Lewis and Steve, they could see my cock, every inch of it, disappear inside Tyler. I heard a gasp and one of them utter ‘shit’. Tyler put on a show, howled with the penetration, then begged me to fuck him. I held his hips and fucked. Fucked hard. I tore into his ass relentlessly. I shoved inward till my abdomen smacked against his ass. Over and over, the sound of it echoed in the small room.

I grabbed Tyler by the collar and pulled him up. Let them see how much Tyler liked to be fucked. I knew his cock was flopping between his thighs with the rhythm of our fuck. I reached around and took it, feeling the thick shaft fill my hand. I stroked it, smearing the precum over the head and shaft making Tyler buck against me. I fucked and stroked him in rhythm, and he pleaded with me to let him cum.

I didn’t. I let go of his cock, pulled out of his hole and made him roll over on his back. I held his legs behind the knees, spreading them apart as I drove back into his depths. I hammered away at his hole. Tyler’s cock flopped around on his stomach leaving a wet trail on the skin.

Then I was close again. I wanted to cum and I fucked Tyler harder. Quick short thrusts into his depths. I pushed his knees down to the floor folding him in half, ass raised up just right for me.  I moved over him and drove into him hard. I pulled my hips up knowing Steve and Lewis could see my cock pull out of Tyler’s hole, then I shoved back in smacking roughly against his ass. I kept it up, fucked with all my remaining energy. I felt the heat of my own body, hot, my skin wet, with sweat trickling down my sides and face.

“Jesus” Steve uttered, and I saw him shift uneasily in the chair.

Then need for release surged through me. I jammed my cock as deeply inside Tyler as I could and filled him with my load. I jammed inward with each ejaculation till spent. Then I collapsed on Tyler, cock still buried in his ass as I felt his legs wrap around my own. I felt his hard cock press into my stomach. I wouldn’t let him get off, not yet. It took a minute to get my breath and I slowly looked over to Lewis and Steve.

“Get out” I commanded and watched them stagger to their feet clutching at their crotches. They didn’t say anything as they left our room closing the bathroom door on their side.

I rolled off Tyler and we lay side by side, both still breathing hard.

“Did you guys plan that?”

“What? No” he replied, then he began to laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“I thought you had planned it.”

I stood up, holding out my hand to help Tyler.

“Let’s clean up and go get something to eat. I’m starving.”

“Me too” he replied.

We showered, bathing each other, intimate in a way neither could admit to, then we dressed and headed out for the pizza joint over on 12th Avenue. It was only a six-block walk and we strolled along the sidewalks leaving campus and crossing into town. The streets were busy, everyone out enjoying another Friday night.

It was late by the time we returned to our room. The floor was a hive of activity, but we waded through it for we both wanted to get back to our room. We had one more fuck in us, always did, but this one would be slow and without the role play. This one would be slow and intimate. The one neither of us could talk about, the one that scared us both.

In the room we undressed each other and eased down on the lower bunk, the one we slept in together every night for the last few weeks. Tyler was kissing my neck when we heard it. First the muffled cry from next door, then the familiar squeak of a bed rocking and finally the tapping of that bed hitting the wall. We laughed and Tyler put his ear to the wall listening.

“I think Steve is on bottom” Tyler said as he listened.

“Wouldn’t surprise me” I replied as I moved up behind him. I guided him from the wall and down on the bed. Soon our rhythm aligned with the one coming from next door.

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Johnson was a real redneck. I met him during my basic training in the army. As most people are aware, in these institutions surnames are only ever used and as fate would have it, my surname was Johnstone. The reason I mention this was because every three to four days, we would have to do gate duty on a rotational basis. Naturally, the alphabet always features very strongly in these environments and so there are no prizes for guessing with whom I had to pair up for the four hours long of guard duties at the entrance to our base.

Johnson was coarse and crude and had an infantile sense of humour. He was around six-foot-tall and had a wiry body. He was also bow-legged which gave him a really peculiar gait, which I found rather sexy. His lithe physique was covered by a rather sexy dusting of dark hair and his face was neither ugly nor handsome but bore the look of a mischievous hick, if that makes any sense to you.

The feature on Johnson’s body, however, which alludes to the title of this story, was the shape of his dick. It truly looked like a large carrot. From a thick base, the knob tapered to a thin non-retractable foreskin overhang that appeared to have no cock-head. It was as if Mother Nature had forgotten to place a glans at the end of his dick.

In the communal showers shortly after our arrival, one of the recruits joked, “Jesus, Johnson, if Bugs Bunny saw your dick, you’d be in big trouble.” Amid the laughter, the ‘Joker’ continued, “You should dye your pubes green, and then your cock would have the authentic look for Bugs Bunny’s favourite food.”

Convivially, Johnson laughed along as he flapped his ‘vegetable’ about, before replying that if anyone wanted to gobble on his carrot, they should feel free to do so. This now became a daily ritual in the showers, where Johnson would wave his dick about, calling out to all Bugs Bunny fans to snack on his carrot. Of course, this always got a huge laugh.

There were two other things about Johnson that bear mentioning. Firstly, he incessantly groped at his crotch while engaging you in conversation. The second tidbit of information I wish to proffer, was Johnson’s reaction to a homophobic comment that one of the other guys made one evening.

“Guy’s sucking each other’s dicks, is the most natural thing in the world, how else do we prepare for life when we finally find the women of our dreams,” he concluded with a goofy grin

Next, picking up on the disbelieving stares around him, he continued, “Homosexual behaviour happens throughout the animal kingdom. If you grew up on a farm as I did, you would understand.”

Nobody challenged or argued the point with him and that’s where the conversation ended, amid an abundance of very confused looks. My estimation of Johnson increased remarkably due to this bit of truthful pragmatism.

During our first two guard duties, nothing notable happened. I have to confess, however, that I had really begun to like Johnson. He was an affable oaf and not nearly as stupid as many would’ve believed.

On our third duty together, we got the ten o’clock to two a.m. shift. The guard house had glass windows on either side and when seated, one was only just able to observe vehicles approaching from either side.

At around twelve that night, Johnson and I went outdoors for a piss. Although we did have an indoor toilet, for some strange reason straight guys love to piss outdoors.

After I had finished peeing and as I was tucking my dick away, Johnson continued fondling with his knob. “Back on the farm, I knew a Bugs Bunny fan,” he said absentmindedly.

“Huh,” I bewilderedly replied.

“One of the guys on a neighbouring farm loved gobbling on my carrot,” he answered matter-of-factly.

I stood dumbfounded, offering no reply. “Do you like carrots?” Johnson then asked me with a glint of horniness in his eyes. With my mouth hanging open, totally stunned, I simply nodded my head.

With his cock still hanging loose, Johnson led us back into the guard house. Once there, he stood before me before asking, “Do you want to be my next Bugs Bunny fan, Johnstone?”

No longer able to resist, I dropped to my knees before him. As he looked down at me he said, “Carrots are good for you, open up.”

After placing his dick on my lips I could taste the residue from his earlier piss. Johnson then cupped my head before he slid his cock into my mouth. Given its shape, it was a very comfortable fit. In fact, ever after it would remain the most comfortable dick I would ever suck.

Shortly I could feel his cock-snout tickling the back of my throat. Johnson then lazily fucked my mouth with total contentment. The masculine hum of his pubic hair gratified me even further as he calmly oiled my throat. For the next twenty minutes, every time his excitement began to peak, he would hold still, before again thrusting his knob into my panting mouth.

“Are you ready for your juice?” he finally asked.

“Mmm,” I replied.

After Johnson’s delicious cum spattered my mouth, I have his knob a good cleaning before we were seated once more, thereafter.

For a few minutes nothing was said, but then we commenced chatting as usual.

An hour later, Johnson again got up and without saying a word opened the front of his trousers. I was again before him on my knees for my second feeding, as he once more took control of my head.

The sensuality of his hands on my head was incredible and my throat simply couldn’t get enough of his knob. I added a new dynamic during this session, which Johnson absolutely loved. I constantly lapped on his balls as my mouth enhanced its repertoire.

After another blissful eternity, I received my second helping of ‘vegetable juice.’

Our following guard duty was from twelve, till four a.m. in the morning. Once our predecessors were out of sight, Johnson didn’t waste a second. Our first interaction followed the same procedure as before, but an hour later Johnson undid my trousers and pushed me forward over the counter. Without asking my permission, it became clear that he wished to fuck my arse. I complied without hesitation and had never felt anything more comfortable or erotic, in my backside ever for or since.

On this occasion, Johnson really took his time. His fucked and slapped and pummelled my hole over and over. Hugging the counter I begged him to fuck me like a bitch in heat. That night my arse got fucked twice more, as load after load of ‘carrot juice’ was unloaded into me.

For the following five months, I played the role of Bugs Bunny’s greatest fan. I came to love our guard house escapades.

Johnson never sucked me off or kissed me. Truthfully, I couldn’t have cared less because the; ‘being used by a straight guy’ fantasy was more than enough for me.

I often think about him. He probably got married and has a brood of kids running around his farm.

I sincerely hope his wife is fond of carrots.

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When I met Glen I had no idea what lay ahead for me. Upon meeting him a one-on-one encounter was as far as my imagination stretched, but then, maybe I was somewhat naïve. Glen was a butch biker and very macho. I was aware that bikers usually hung out together in packs. Being shit-scared of motorcycles I avoided these guys. Glen, however, had a very sexy smile and eyes that could melt the South Pole. After Glen’s former lover had been seconded to an overseas branch of the company he worked, they decided that their long distance relationship simply wasn’t going to work.

The night we met at a gay bar, Glen occasionally referred to ‘The Clan.’ I simply believed they were fellow bikers who enjoyed riding together.

That evening, as it so happened, he had to join ‘The Clan’ for a prearranged engagement but insisted on exchanging phone numbers with me before he left.

The following week, I did receive a phone call from him and we arranged to meet at the same pub that Friday evening. After an enjoyable hour in one another’s company, he invited me home with him.

His place was very Spartan and it was clear that interior design held no attraction to him. In all fairness, the place was clean and tidy.

Before long we were in bed together. Glen was a fantastic lover and his stamina was remorseless.

After we had fucked four times I asked him if he had an on/off switch. After a good laugh, he fucked me again, just to ‘punish’ me for my cheek. We did, however, spent Saturday and Sunday at my home.

During the weekend he told me a great deal about; ‘The Clan.’ They were a group of eight guys who partied together. Recently, however, that number had reduced to seven after his former lover had left him a month before. I was somewhat taken aback by his revelation but as we weren’t an item, I reserved my opinion on the matter.

The group was not into; sex toys, whips, slings, piss, fisting, scat, or any of that silly shit, as he put it. They just got together and had ‘good old fashioned group sex.’ Apparently, there was nothing hectic about their sessions, which were comfortable and enjoyable, according to him.

Allegedly, there were no pussy-boys and all the guys were masculine and revelled in their manliness. There was no role-play and everyone gave and received. The other six guys lived together as couples, but when they got together it was ‘share and share alike.’

I had never had a threesome and quite frankly, never really thought about in doing so. I, therefore, just smiled benignly throughout his revelations.

By Sunday evening, he began pressing me on my feelings about his revelations of ‘The Clan.’ With candour, I told him that the concept didn’t really appeal to me.

Glen lay off the sales pitch thereafter, and when he left early Monday morning I believed that I may not see him again.

Strangely, when I did see him on a number of occasions over the following two weeks, Glen really began growing on me.

When we spent the night together again, twelve days later, he told me that The Clan was dying to meet me and that I had invited me to their Saturday gathering the following evening. Caught between a rock and a hard place, I had to give him an answer.

“Why don’t you just come along and see for yourself?” he then suggested. “I promise that you won’t be forced into anything. You have my word Owen,” he concluded.

After a long pause, I replied, “Okay, I’ll give it a go.”

I spent all Saturday with butterflies in my stomach. What if I really didn’t like one or more of the guys? What would I do if a guy really turned me off? I was pleased that, as he had informed me, that there would be no extreme action because that simply wasn’t my scene.

‘What to do, what to do, what to do,’ I pondered.

Much as I considered pulling out, I did, however, find the thought of an orgy intriguing. I was practically shitting myself as we finally drove off to Spanner and Deccan’s, his buddy’s, home.

I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt as we arrived at our destination. Little did I realize, that nudity was the norm once you arrived and that all clothing was simply left at the entrance of their home, because Deccan (Dec), met us at the door naked.

Upon entering, Glen began to strip with me sheepishly, following suit. After we had both been given a beer, Dec and Glen began kissing and groping one another. It really looked like they were seriously into one other, which I found slightly disconcerting.

Dec then mentioned that the other guys were already in the basement. After following and entering the ‘fuck-den,’ there were four canvassing covered matrasses placed in a square in the middle of the room. Upon there were four of the guys standing around and chatting and the other two other guys on one of the mattresses, blowing each other in the sixty-nine position.

Murphy, Spanner (real name Vincent), and Horvath, (Vath), were the ones chatting. Lyle and Fabio were the two guys busy on the mattress. Spanner was a handyman, hence his nickname. He was the biggest of the entire group and was totally alpha. To my delight, I found all the guys rather sexy. After general introductions, Spanner immediately zoned in on me and no sooner had he placed his arm around me before I was being pulled down onto a mattress.

Next, getting on top of me he said, “Glen wasn’t lying about you, I think I am going to be spending a lot of time with you tonight.”

Before I could answer my mouth was swamped by his lips. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the other four guys pairing off on the other two unoccupied matrasses.

When I had started sleeping with Glen he had a strong manly smell. Initially, I found it a little unsettling, but very quickly took to it wholeheartedly. Don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t dirty and it was a ‘clean stink’ because he did shower every morning. But, being the middle of summer his evening odour was rather pungent. Under Spanner’s control, however, Glen’s hum seemed rather tame. To my astonishment, I was revelling in the pong.

Spanner was also the hairiest and sweatiest of the group and his oral attack on my head was frenzied and steamy. Flipping my head from side to side with his huge hands, he licked my face like a slobbering dog enjoying a plate of gravy.

In addition, as his thick rump squashed my body and his bloated knob rubbed into my genitals, it felt like I was succumbing to a cage fighter who specialized in grappling. With my legs and arms flailing about in the air, I was being dominated by a submission expert. On and on he continued relentlessly.

Spanner’s ‘stink-o-meter’ also went up by another notch during this tussle and when he later lifted his torso onto outstretched arms, he told me to tickle his soggy armpits. After doing as was told, he intensified his genital grinding.

“Clamp your legs onto my sides and place them around me,” Spanner ordered.

Next, after moving his chunky dick under my balls his thick cock slid down to my arse lips before he hit a home-run, straight up my backside. I would have concussed myself if my head wasn’t already flat on the mattress. Spanner then began neighing like a stallion as his toes ground into the mattress for extra traction. My body kept moving ever upwards as he thumped my hole like a beast. I had never been more aroused in my life. Then, with a final primitive screech, he shot his load into my manhole as his head manically swayed from side to side.

Slumping onto me after he whispered, “I want you and I’m going to make you mine.”

We just lay there in a moist embrace as he licked my ears. I was totally exhilarated, but somewhat confused, wondering what had he meant by that comment.

Getting off me he instructed Murphy to take over. “Let’s get the cream factory going boys, Owen needs to be given a full cum initiation,” Spanner announced.

Murphy turned me over and jumped straight on. Although he had a proper man-sized tool, after Spanner’s fat dick his entry was effortless. Vath moved to the front of me and soon my head was being pistoned up and down his cock. Vath had a comfortably sized dick, so the oral action was not too hectic.

With occasional sideways glances, I observed Fabio fucking Lyle, who was blowing Dec simultaneously. Spanner was also getting his backside speared by Glen.

After a few minutes, Murphy began grunting as he unloaded into me. Vath, who was also reaching his climax, quickly dislodged from my mouth and moved behind me to make his deposit.

Next up, Glen took over from Vath, before I received my fourth offering. Dec then took over the reins, with Fabio and Lyle on either side of him, awaiting their turns.

After Dec had discharged into my arse, Fabio followed, with Lyle eventually completing my initiation. I lay flat on the mattress, cum-filled and smiling.

After moving in behind me, Spanner then announced, “Okay boys, it’s time to churn our fuck bunny’s cream.”

As he commenced grinding his knob in my arse, Spanner’s maintained a slow and rhythmic pace, as all the guys standing around voiced their approval with ‘oohs and aahs’ commenting on the incredible amount of foam that Spanner was generating.

Lyle and Vath kneeled on either side of the action, salivating as they awaited the feast they were about to enjoy once Spanner was done. After Spanner had unloaded, Lyle pounced onto Spanner’s knob, and Vath began munching my butt. Having completed his task, Lyle took over from Vath, suctioning every last bit of spunk out of me.

We all celebrated with a drink after the action with all the guys toasting me. Despite my former reservations I had loved my first orgy.

After a twenty-minute break Spanner placed his arm around me, announcing that he would be taking me to his bedroom for a one-on-one session. As we left, the other guys were already pairing off. The one thing that had become clear to me was that Spanner was the chief of this clan.

Arriving in the bedroom, I asked Spanner what he had meant earlier. He told me that Dec and Glen had always had the ‘hots’ for one another and that he believed a swap would be in order. He wanted me, simple as that! I was delighted, if somewhat flabbergasted.

We didn’t re-join the others that night because Spanner kept me very busy. There wasn’t a sexual position that we did not try out. Glen was a good lover, but Spanner was the cream of the crop. I was very worried, however, about how the news of the swap would be received the following day. I, nevertheless, felt very comfortable with this new arrangement and was very happy to comply.

The following morning, I was totally surprised by how well it went. By nine a.m. Dec and Glen had packed up some of Dec’s belongings and were on their way to Glen’s home. The other two couples also left shortly afterward.

The Clan virtually unravelled after that but we only got together at least once a month.

I was pleased to see that Glen and Dec had become a stable couple, thereafter. According to Spanner, nonetheless, he had finally found the one he had always been looking for.

So had I.

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Tim and Jim had been buddies since college. They soon fell for each other during their first year and because they had the same taste in a lot of things others started to call them “twins”. They liked their blonde hair cropped, their little body hair shaved or waxed, they exercised a lot and they were about the same height. Even their clothing style was close, they liked to wear the same sort of tight fit jeans and tops. Only in one thing they were completely different: Tim liked top, Jim bottom. Which was actually a very helpful difference. When they had their diplomas they decided to go and see some of the world before starting to work. 

Their bank accounts had a good balance, so they put everything in storage for the time being, boarded their flights with little luggage and off they went for a month or two in the sun. First stop Hawaii was beautiful, though they mostly had fun inside. One evening, when they were again called twins by a stranger they decided they wanted a tattoo to celebrate their relationship and show they belonged to each other to the world. At the same time they thought it funny to have a similar, but not identical tattoo. So Tim asked the tattoo guy for a “Jim&Tim” on his left upper arm and Jim went for “Tim&Jim”. 

They decided on an old fashioned font that looked like handwriting and in which the T and J looked only that bit different. They were still laughing about their idea and liked the tattoos when they arrived, after a short stop in Australia, in Southeast Asia. Life was so cheap here. And all those beautiful people. No wonder, cosmetic surgery was in these parts like going to the hairdresser at home – basically everyone did. Both had always had some problems to get that belly fat burned. 

No matter how hard they worked out, no matter how little they ate – it just stuck. So why not see if here a cosmetic surgeon could help them. Prices were low, the accounts back home still in good shape and nobody had a problem with them being foreigners and openly gay. Actually, all sorts of people were crowding the streets, and with quite a few of them you could not tell if man or woman or something in between or beyond. They quickly found a surgeon who was willing to perform the surgery. It would be under full anaesthesia, and they might need to spend two nights in the clinic. But everything looked clean, the English was good and so, why not. 

They paid the first half of the cost upfront, the rest would be settled afterwards. Sooner that they thought they found themselves in the operating theatre. The surgery would take an hour each, and very soon they were awake and – surpised. Nothing had been done! The nurse told them their credit cards had declined the transactions. They were shocked and surprised. Their accounts had plenty of money on them. After the initial shock they called and found out the clinic had confused their names and card numbers. 

The doctor and the nurse were shattered. They offered to retry the surgery in a few days time for half price or to use the fat to be sucked out to inject in other parts where it might suit Tim and Jim more. Not knowing what the doctor was talking about he explained it was common and quite safe to use body fat to augment breasts, balls or “other private parts”. 

This was when Tim and Jim told him about their preferences top or bottom. The doctor proposed to use the fat to incease the size and circumference of Tim’s cock and Jim’s balls. For Tim, there should be some fat left to tighten his asshole – he liked top, so why have a hole open for everyone and with Tim’s bigger cock Jim would get his pleasure, with a bigger ballsac swinging and banging increasing feelings for both of them. He would mix the fat with some medical silicone to reduce the absorption by the body of the fat to virtually zero. Also, the doctor said, Tim should consider having his prostate removed at the same time – he had no use for it and with the tight ass it would be more difficult to remove it in years to come. 

For Jim, as a bonus, the doctor suggested to relocate his urethral opening, vulgo his piss hole, to either behind his large ballsac or to the bottom of it – just to have some cool gadget and to make use of condoms elective. In a stable relationship like Tim and Jim had there was little need for those anayway. Also, his ass would be stretched with the help of some medication to be able to be fisted. And both might want to have a vasectomy and their seminal cords cut. Unless they wanted children, of course. Both men found the proposals extremely arousing and the idea to piss through the ballsac amazing. 

The doctor warned there might be problems with blood supply and he might have to transplant some penile tissue as well. This could mean loss of feeling or even complete loss of his cock for Jim. Jim shrugged, he hated this thing anyway, so he asked the doctor to remove it if that would make chances for the relocation better. So, everything was agreed. The mix-up of the names and numbers with the credit card was cleared and payment effected. The extra surgery was basically free for Tim and Jim, and three days later they found themselves in the operating theatre again. The nurse spoke little English this time but was friendly and careful and thorough when washing and disinfecting them. They were asleep soon and after waking up for a short time, when the doctor told them he had achieved all goals and harvested and transferred a lot of fat they drifted away to sleep. Tim and Jim woke up finally with a clear mind after a few more days, and like a good couple, almost at the same time. 

They smiled at each other when they saw their naked and lean upper bodies – no amount of sports could have achieved this. However, the good spirits faded soon when they tried to explore the other results of the surgery. Tim first wanted to find out how big his cock had become when all he grabbed at was large bandage. And Jim wanted to see how big his balls had become but there was something huge in the way. An enormous cock! Both men became very agitated and hectic. As it turned out, Tim had gotten Jim’s mods and vice versa. When the smiling doctor came in they both yelled at him and he did not seem to understand why. Finally they calmed down a bit. As they found out, the nurse had accidentally cleaned away the marks on their tattoos and, worse even, upon discovering the mistake just reapplied them – but the wrong way. 

So Jim, the 100 per cent bottom, now sported a huge sensitive cock, his usual nice balls and a tight asshole just half an inch at its maximum diameter. And 100 per cent top Tim had no cock, a large ballsac with a pisshole at its bottom and a wide ass ready for use by somone well equipped – like Jim now. What to do now? The surgery could not be undone. Of course the large ballsac and penis could be cut off, but this would not really solve their problems. The wide butt could be tightened, but what help would that be? Everyone was very sorry and caring, but there seemed to be no way out. Tim and Jim were devastated. When someone proposed to simply switch roles, that did not help, though it was a seemingly easy way out. 

Finally, they decided not to have any more surgery – and definitely not in this clinic – and somehow cope with the situation. But after wounds had nicely healed – the job had been done perfectly – it was time to rediscover each other. At least they could give it a try. It was not easy to get Jim’s cock up. Both psychologically and technically – the sheer weight of it kept pulling it south. A large vacuum pump and an eqaully big cock ring finally solved that problem. A good amount of lubricant helped and finally the two students tried theie best in their opposite roles. It definitely was not the best they ever had, but in the end a large load was up Tim’ s giant chute. Not all was bad, Jim had gotten a nice anal orgasm. 

Three months later: The clinic had compensated them quite nicely and, most importantly, had gotten them long term visas. Studying was no longer on the agenda but both were training as nurses at the clinic. They had their own little shared apartment just a few blocks from the clinic. Both had had their body hair removed by electrolysis at a little parlour down the street and now they were contemplating exploring their new sexuality further. There were enough more or less shiny bars where people like them could earn extra money.

But first, they were going to have a little more surgery done on their bodies. And contrary to three months ago, they were going to have it at the clinic that had caused all the mix-up. Jim was going to have his ballsac removed including one testicle. The other one would be moved inside his body, producing enough hormones to keep Jim very male. Some more silicone was to be added to his cock, so much in fact, it would be hard to find a fitting hole. Also, he would have his urethra stretched so the tip could be finger fucked and he could plug in large metal sounds that would basically keep him erect all day until he removed the sound. Tim would also have more silicone added, to his ballsac, and a lot of it. His ass was wider than ever and he wanted his nipples to go. 

Both now were happy with their new bodies and roles and could hardly understand, when Jim was mounting Tim how they ever liked it the other way round. Confusing, isn’t it?

I was smitten with Brazil, Carnaval, and Rio during my first trip there. When I returned to New York I began studying Portuguese. I returned for Carnaval the following year. As soon as I checked into my hotel upon arrival, I ran to the beach a block away–not to sun, just to observe. I couldn’t believe what happened with I got to the street called Avenida Atlântica, which fronts the beach.

Suddenly two great looking guys, one on each side of the street corner, were giving me the eye–this at 10 a.m. Both were in their early twenties. I was under no illusions. I knew they weren’t hot for my body, which was certainly respectable, but were aching for what was in my wallet, in exchange for their services. I had never had an experience like this. I couldn’t believe it was real. I just stood on the street corner, knowing that I could have my choice. Looking from one to the other, I did not want to emulate the proverbial donkey, who starved to death because he could not make a choice between two bales of hay, one on each side of him. So I decided on the one who was on my side of the street. I started talking to him in my still-primitive Portuguese, but he was able to understand me. I don’t recall his price, but I’m sure it was peanuts. The block back to the hotel seemed like ten.

Once there, I saw my prize–a magnificently large one, which I promptly swallowed in its entirety.  It was not-forbidden fruit, in this case a banana. He asked me how long I would be in Rio. When I told him, he offered to be my daily companion at a cheap fixed rate. I was thrilled and accepted without a thought. So I had a guide, and guaranteed daily sex in place, only one hour after arriving in town.

I later moved to a hotel in the center of Rio for Carnaval, because that was where the 24-hour, nonstop revelry took place. I spent the days with my new pal, dispensing with his services at the end of the day, I took to the noisy and crowded streets around my hotel. With mobs of horny men and boys, and few women, making out would be as easy as picking strawberries.

I struck up a conversation with a guy in his mid-twenties, who looked like a country hick. I liked his simplicity and told him what I wanted. I knew I couldn’t take him to my hotel, so he suggested a little dump of a place nearby. It advertised itself as Hotel Para Cavalheiros (Hotel for Gentlemen), where patrons pay by the hour. I gave him the money for the modest fee and he paid at the front desk. I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to be taken as a foreigner, which the clerk probably guessed anyway. He didn’t ask for our IDs. Once into bed, my companion promptly put his arms around me, kissed me, and whispered with a great sigh, “Americano.” It was as if this were the pinnacle moment of his life.

After this session, I went back to the street madness and soon started talking to two late teen-aged boys who were together. I promptly propositioned them and asked their price. I could have the two of them for thirty-five cents! The only problem was where could we do it. They said they knew a secluded space near the dock in Niteroi, the city where they lived. This required a twenty  minute ferry ride across Guanabara Bay from Rio, then a short walk to our destination, a vacant and secluded lot. What madness propelled me to take this potentially dangerous trip, I know not. Only afterwards, on the ferry back to Rio, leaving them behind, did I realize what I had risked. They could have robbed me, taken my ID, even killed me, and no one would ever know what happened to me. Men really only think with their balls.

I skipped four years before I returned again for Carnaval. I went with Kenny, a friend from New York. We stayed for free in the “fuck” apartment of a Rio friend. He only used the apartment on weekends for sex. He lived elsewhere, in a luxurious apartment house, and couldn’t take tricks there.

For the first three days of our visit, I was merely Kenny’s Rio guide, proudly showing him the city. By that time, I was exploding with frustration and sexual tension from seeing so much masculine beauty. I told Kenny, “I gotta get out of this apartment and go find some fun.” About 7 p.m., I walked one block from the apartment to famous Copacabana Avenue. Near the corner a young guy stopped me and asked in Portuguese if I had a match. I thought he was fabulous, so I immediately said without thinking, “No I don’t have a match on me, but I have one in my apartment just one block from here.”

He accepted, and we went to the apartment. I probably told Kenny to go take a walk. What I had picked up was a beautifully muscled, macho nineteen year-old soldier in the Brazilian army. His skin was so dark I thought he must be black, although he had no facial features associated with that race. At least I thought this until he took off his shorts. Lo and behold he was white, albeit very deeply tanned by a lifetime in the hot Rio sun. He lacked a lot downstairs, but his body and sweet personality compensated. He wasn’t very tall, perhaps about 5′ 7″. I told him I was staying for a few more days and asked if he was willing to be my companion for the period. He explained that his time was limited, being at a nearby army base, but would spend as much time with me as he could. I did get to see him almost every day. I don’t know if he was going AWOL for a few hours, or how he pulled it off. Because of the way we had met, I gave him the nickname Miss Match, but never mentioned it to him. His real name was Roger. We were also a mismatch because of our age and cultural difference.

He seemed like a nice kid and was well-mannered. I took him to dinner several times during my visit, sometimes just us alone, at times with Kenny joining us. When I left Rio he gave me his home address; I gave him mine. We began a correspondence as soon as I returned home, that continued until my trip to Brazil again the next year.

When I returned, I rented a nicely furnished apartment, with a telephone, in Copacabana. Roger came to visit every day and we often ate out, but I frequently cooked in. By this time he was out of the army and working. Roger begged me over and over to take him with me to New York. I guess he knew a good thing when he saw it. He convinced me, probably not a difficult thing to do, and I went with him to the American Consulate in Rio to plead for his visa. We made up a story that I was a long-time friend of his family and that he was just going to visit the US for a couple of weeks. The visa was granted, and I bought him a ticket for arrival in New York a few days after I returned there.

Through my contacts I was able to get Roger a night job, not far from a temporary furnished apartment that I rented in Brooklyn Heights, since I had sub-let my townhouse for a year. He bought a Social Security card from someone in the Brazilian community, and I bought him a bike to ride to work. After not too long in the US, his attentiveness and sweetness began to disappear. He took on the air of a spoiled brat. He did fulfill his assignment to clean the apartment weekly and have sex nightly. Finally my year of exile was over and I returned to my house. I had rented it furnished, so everything was there waiting for me. I took Roger to see it. He was as thrilled as a kid in a candy store.

I frequently went to London for the weekend. On one return to New York, Roger complained that his ass was very sore. I got an appointment with my gay doctor for the next day. The doctor checked him out and asked, with me as the interpreter, if he had gotten fucked. Probably he didn’t want to admit it because he was living with me, He told the doctor that he had never done this in New York, only in Rio. But he was lying. Someone, probably with a huge cock, had torn his asshole apart that weekend. The doctor applied a local anesthetic, cut some tissue, then patched him up.

While this was many years ago, and our lives went separate ways long since, Roger still phones and visits me from time to time.

James Mason was just your regular average kinda guy. You could say he was your typical next door neighbor type. Standing tall at 6 1” with sandy blond hair and light green eyes  and a decently hard body, he had his share of  admiring glances from the ladies in his neighborhood. He had just celebrated his 35th birthday and had a great wife and two kids that he had a good relationship with, But he found himself searching for something more. His wife was good enough in bed but the sex was pretty basic and she never really liked to experiment or do anything other then your standard fuck and occasional blow job when he was lucky. More and more he found himself surfing around the net and trying to find more exciting and daring displays of sexual adventure. James thought of himself as pretty straight but couldn’t  help himself when  his mind wandered and he thought about what it might be like to be totally submissive to someone not pretty or soft,  but someone who was hard and strong. Someone who was every bit of a man as he was to his wife. What if he had the chance to let down all of his inhibitions and just one time go way out there and be total sex pig, A real male slut in a manner of speaking. The idea excited him and he kept thinking about what kind of guy he would let himself be dominated by if he ever allowed it to happen. As his curiosity explored the possibilities he wondered just what kind of person he would want  to be with.

When he was in college he had experimented with guys a couple of times when he was really horny. Once was in a dirty bookstore and it was more of a quick release then anything else. He was watching a straight porn flick in one of those small booths after a date with a girlfriend that didn’t want to put out. As he was so working on his cock while he watched the movie,  He noticed there was a dark hole in the wall between the booths and started to see a mouth appear through the shadows of the hole. The person  was licking their lips in anticipation of the cock that was now rock hard from stroking and was glistening with precum. He could tell that the other person was a man by the shape of his mouth and it really didn’t matter to him at this point because he was so horny. He thought to himself what the hell,  why not let this guy have his prize and let loose of the river of cum that had been building up for the last couple of days. He stood up to the dark whole and watched as the mouth  opened eagerly and waited for him to put his cock into it. He let his pants fall to his ankles and gave another stroke as he showed off his cock to the man on the other side. Almost teasing him with something he would only get if the man proved worthy for it. Slowly James pointed his cock in the waiting hole. As he eased into the hole he felt this hot warm sensation all around his rod and let out a sigh of pleasure. This guy was really good. He could feel the mans  tongue roll over his cock as he started to gently pump his mouth. He didn’t scrape it with his teeth and he was able to take all 7 inches of his thick cock all the way down his throat. He was an excellent cocksucker and it felt incredibly good. As the man worked on his cock he would stop for a moment and lick his balls until they were totally tight with excitement then go back to work giving him one of the best deep slow  head jobs of his life. He started to feel the familiar tension in his balls and  he knew was going to cum soon, so James reached up and held the top of the booth wall while he totally let go and started pounding this guys mouth hard and rough. The man took every inch with every thrust of his body, although you could hear a slight muffled gagging in between swallows. The man wanted James to cum,  and cum was what he was going to get. As his thighs started to tremble with excitement and he felt his cum steam up from his loins, He let loose with a huge torrent of sperm  right down the guys throat as he let out a deep breath of approval trying to be as quiet as possible because of the public place his was in. He whispered under his breath “ Yeah man eat my cum , take it all man. Swallow that load. Take that cream man!. Oh yeah eat it all up. Lick up all that cum!”. The man on the other side of the booth was getting his reward. He was gulping down Jame’s sperm as fast as he could but it was a flood of cum and it rushed down his throat, Some of it  flowing  out from the corners of his mouth as he was forcing himself to take all of Jame’s  cock meat. The man  felt his lips touch the edge of Jame’s  hairy balls as they slapped against the partition of the booths. The man  slurped and savored the hot streams of his cum and as the last spurt of cum shot against his lips, He backed away from the spent cock and kissed it. Whispering to James,  “Thank you “ He wiped the last of Jame’s warm sperm on the edge of his lips and tasted the few salty drops that had dripped onto his fingers.  He continued to pump it until the last of the thick cream oozed out of the head of his cock and he watched it glisten as he licked the pearl beads off of the tip  James pulled his tool  out of the hole totally spent but feeling exhilarated. He didn’t mind that he had just let a guy suck him off. He thought to himself, no one  will ever know anyway. In fact he thought it was pretty fucking hot. He got off on how this guy was into sucking his big cock and that the  guy was totally willing to take every drop of his cum. He found himself thinking about that scene in the bookstore from time to time, especially when he was really horny and he couldn’t get any pussy. As time passed, he started to wonder what it would have been like to be that cum pig on the other side of the wall. What would it be like to have someone force his cock down your throat only for his pleasure, to be a real cum pig receptacle, a real man’s personal sex pig. The thought raced in his mind and made his cock hard. What if he could somehow give his will up to someone as strong as him and let himself be used and forced to do all of those things that nice people just won’t do. What if he found himself wallowing in the pure pleasure of it all. Could he let himself go that far?. He pondered the image in his mind. It was an exciting thrill of the moment. Then he would straighten up come back to reality and realize it was an impossible fantasy to fulfill.. He was a real man,  finding another real man and the right situation  to explore his sexual limits never really could happen. He let his desires and secret fantasy drift to the back of his mind but he never really forgot about it. It would come back to him in a wet dream or even sometimes when he was fucking his girlfriend. He would look at her and think to himself what if I was her? What if I was the one who was getting fucked and had to suck on that cock and swallow a huge load of sperm and be forced to lick up every drop. Could I take it all?. Could i really get into it without thinking I was a freak of nature? I wonder.

James remembered In college that his best friend and roommate had some great  times together.  They were known by the girls as the jocks with big cocks in the sorority circuit. They would play the field big time and they were always scouting for the hottest girls on campus and made bets as to who would take the sexiest one home for the night and how far the girls would go and what they were willing to do to before the night was up. One time they got two girls to go to bed with both of them together. They were twin sisters and really wild and didn’t have any problem sharing each other and themselves with the two buddy jocks on campus. That was really the first time James saw the other side of himself. As each of the guys watched the two girls getting it on with each other, both the guys got turned on by the whole scene. The two girls together, watching each other fuck both the girls and experiencing a  foursome for the first time and enjoying the feeling of all the hot bodies entangled with one another and both of them realizing the erotic senses of both masculine and feminine sexual energy. James and his buddy Mike never talked about it much but both admitted that was one hot night that they would never forget. A few weeks later Jame’s started to look at Mike a little differently and realized that he could really appreciate how fucking hot his buddy really was. Mike worked hard at making his body hard and ripped. He was really strong and lifted weights everyday. He kept his hair in the short military style and had massive arms and thighs and a rock hard six pack that most men would be pretty jealous of.  Mike was a mans man in the sense that there was nothing feminine about him. He walked the walk and was good at making woman beg for more. Jame’s would find himself watching him work out and thought to himself, Gee Mike really is one hell of a hot guy. It’s no wonder that chicks really go for him. Besides, Mike was laid back and liked to have fun. He was a joker and really didn’t like to play by all the rules. He had a sense of self confidence that people would sense as soon as he walked into the room. James liked that about him. In fact he found himself admiring him more and more as they got to know each other they became almost inseparable as they wound up sharing everything from their deepest secrets to woman they would pick up  while cruising the campus. One night after a big frat beer bust, they both poured themselves into their dorm room and were really wasted. They were laughing and joking with each other calling each other names and teasing one another, when Mike looked into the mirror and saw James in back of him catching a look at Mike in  his cut offs and stripping his shirt off. A wryly  smile began to come across his face and he turned to James and said “You think I’m a stud don’t you?” James snapped back at him with a grin and told him to get fucked. Mike looked at him and taunted him saying. You want me don’t you? As he laughed at him, James lunged at him and wrestled him to the floor and they both went down with a hard thump as they tried to pin each other down in a half nelson. Laughing as they made out  like they were going to kick each others asses. Both were strong but it was clear that Mike was going to win and held Jame’s hard and wouldn’t let him go. Then he laughed again started to taunt him and yelled at him “Tell me you think I’m hot!, Say it man. James knew he couldn’t get out of his grip and it was really starting to hurt so he decided to relent and yelled back at him in a sarcastic way “ Yeah right man your so hot I want you soooo bad.”.  Mike released him from his tight hold and they both laid back on the floor as the room started to spin and they felt the effects of all the alcohol they they had drank. Suddenly the room was quite and each turned to one another both seemed totally at ease. Mike spoke up first and said to James, “You know man your my best buddy”. James looked back at him and said “It’s mutual man, Your the best friend a guy could have”. Then Mike turned to James and put his large  hands on James head and stroked it lightly. They leaned forward and the two of them found themselves wrapped in each others bodies feeling the heat and sweat of  their manhood. Suddenly  both men started to get really turned on  in a way neither of them thought possible. James started to lick and kiss Mike on the neck and Mike reciprocated by taking his tongue and lightly circled Jame’s nipples. It was a sensation that he had not felt before because no other girl had ever had the inclination to do it. They both begin to take each others clothing off, one piece at a time, making it almost an adventure. Each button ripped and undone, each zipper slowly went down. Then they were both naked and feeling each others hot bodies. The heat emanating from Mike was incredible. James could almost hear his own heartbeat it was racing so hard.  They both found each other with raging hard ons and felt the heat of each others cocks against their bodies as they deep kissed each other exploring something neither had ever let themselves explore. James thought to himself, It was such a different feeling having this hard muscle body against him. He actually found himself getting turned on by the scent of his buddies body as they explored each other. James glanced down at Mikes huge cock. It must have been 9 inches and so thick he wondered if he really could put the whole thing in his mouth. Mike encouraged him further and whispered to him “ Go ahead try it, we already went this far”. James looked up at mike and saw he wanted him to do it,  so he lowered his head down to his groin. Both of them had worked up a sweat and  there was musky smell in the air  that was unlike anything they were used to. The scent sent Jame’s head into a spin. He couldn’t believe he was actually this close to a man cock and that he was actually going to go down on Mike and  taste his buddy’s fuck rod. He slowly opened his mouth and put the head of it in and started to swallow his huge cock. Mike let out a load sigh and said “Go ahead and suck it man”. Jame’s started to take Mike’s cock and felt this new wild sensation of really sucking on this mans cock. In his mind he was going “wow, I’m really sucking on my buddies cock!.  This is so wild!”. And before he knew it, he found himself really getting into it. He was doing to Mike exactly like he himself liked  it  done to him. Looking up and watching the pleasure of Mikes face as he was working his pole up from the huge mushroom tip to the base of his groin. He inhaled his man scent and started to lick his balls all over and started to chew his ball sack ever so slightly. That sent Mike into a total frenzy. “Oh yeah man lick those balls, You fucking know how to do that good man. Keep doing that,  It feels so fucking good!”. James was now totally immersed in Mikes Manhood. The smell and the taste of his massive cock filled his nostrils and made his senses on edge, his mouth opened again and slowly swallowing him whole all the way until it would hit the back of his throat. “So this is what it is like to suck a guys cock” he thought. At that very moment he felt Mikes warm mouth start to lightly lick the precum that had been dripping down Jame’s rock hard fuck rod. Mike too was tasting for the first time another mans juice and he was getting totally turned on by it. The two men started to explore every part of each others bodies and and left no spot unexplored. Both were on the brink of blowing their load that they had to slow down a little. They wanted it to last as long as they could. As they faced each other they started to kiss. First softly then harder. Soon they were sharing  each others mouths hard and deep,  tasting  each others masculinity while submitting to each other and  sharing each other in a way they had never experienced. They felt each others strength as they held each other tight against one another and enjoyed the hard hot muscle that each one possessed. Mike let his five o’clock shadow brush up hard against Jame’s face He wanted him to feel it as he went down to his neck and started to gently suck and kiss the soft part of his neck. He nuzzled each of Jame’s ear lobes and licked and lightly nipped at them sending James into the kind of pleasure he never thought possible. This man is devouring me he thought, Every inch of me is being tasted by my best buddy and I’m tasting every inch of him as well and he’s loving it. The alcohol was starting to wear off now so there was no excuse. They knew what they were doing it and both wanted more.. They found themselves in deep hot man  to man animal sex.. Mike then took James and held him in his arms and started to lean him on his back. James knew what was coming and wasn’t too sure if he wanted to go that far but he was so into him at that point that he let him Mike put him to the floor until he was on top of him and James was on his back looking up to him waiting for what would follow. Mike took both of Jame’s wrists and held them them down and pressed his heavy body on top of him with all the strength and agility that only a true athlete could have done. He spread Jame’s legs wide open and placed them on his huge shoulders. Mike started to slowly finger Jame’s asshole to get him ready for his entry. James took in a deep breath and let him explore his asshole without a wince. Mike told him to try and relax. He  had heard it was better that way. So he did and let him take his finger and explore his asshole deep inside. Mike started to open him up at first slowly and gently then worked on his ass until James was almost ready to pass out from the pleasure of it all. Mike got so turned on opening Up Jame’s ass and making him shiver with anticipation that all he could think about was how hot it would be to bury his big cock in that tight warm ass.  At that point both were almost hurting because they wanted to cum so bad. This session had lasted longer then any girl they had fucked. Each mans cock was totally swollen and rock hard.  Mike used his spit to lube up his finger and then began to go down on Jame’s rim hole  and hole with his mouth making sure it was completely lubed  and ready for him to plow Jame’s hot hole. This was a first for him but he wanted to fuck James so bad by this point he knew he was going to have to get a lot of spit on that hole for him to take him. He worked on James hole thoroughly and again sent James into a new high. James was now begging Mike to fuck him and Mike wanted to do just that. So he started to push into him ever so slowly and put his cock against his hole so that he could feel it against his ass so  James could get used to the feeling of his hot cock and how huge it really was. He took  some more spit and lubed his cock to get it as slick as possible and started to go in. James held his breath and tried to relax as must as possible to let this huge man inside of him. As he started to push himself inside of him harder, like a lightning bolt the pain was overwhelming . James began to think that maybe this was too much to handle. Mike could sense it and started to pull out a bit but just before James could catch his second breath Mike started to push himself into him again but more forceful. He wanted his buddy’s ass and he was going to have it. Before James could cry out, he felt Mike’s cock start to really slide into him. For some reason the pleasure of it all was now more then the pain. The pain did not seem to matter anymore. He wanted Mike to get all the way inside him and he was determined to let him do it.  Then as Mike began to pump slowly in and out of him the feeling of his thick hot cock really filled him up and he thought to himself, wow I’m really taking my buddy’s fucking cock up my ass. He’s inside me and I fucking want it more. Each heavy thrust drove his cock deeper into Jame’s ass. Mike’s cock was so fucking hot and throbbing as it went into him deeper and deeper. Mike was loving fucking this mans smooth muscled ass almost as much as fucking a woman. In fact he loved the feeling of  plowing his cock deep inside this tight hot asshole so much that he almost didn’t want it to end, But he couldn’t help himself.  He could feel himself ready to explode and had to release his load. He took James into his muscled arms and held him as tight as he could. He started to kiss him hard and was now not only fucking his buddy in his ass he was fucking his mouth deep and intense with his tongue as well. Then he  whispered in his ear, “You have the hottest ass man” Your so fucking  hot! I love your hot tight ass against my hot cock. I want to cum inside you”. James wanted it too, He couldn’t take it any longer. James opened up his ass muscles to let him in as mike put his full weight into fucking him as hard and as deep as he could go. All 9 inches of him were now  deep inside him  and they were fucking like wild animals. Then Mike yelled “ I’m going to cum man!, I’m going to fucking cum right into your ass!. James was writhing with every thrust and he let Mike pound him as hard as he could. He knew he could take it. Mike yelled out to him “Yeah James, take that cock like a man and pounded him even harder making sure he angled his cock with each thrust so Jame’s could feel his full force against the walls inside his ass.  James could now feel Mike’s balls slap against his ass each time he hit bottom. The feeling of those hard nuts slapping against his ass started to make him start to cum himself. Mike quickly took James cock in his had and began to pump it and jack him off again using some spit as his lube. Just as James started to spurt his load against both of there abs, Mike’s cock started to shoot his cream deep inside Jame’s ass. James could feel the hot load jetting inside him watched Mike’s face as he was unloading his load into him. Mike yelled “ Yeah baby,  Your taking my fucking cum man! Take that fucking hot cum up your ass. You fucking sex dog! Pant baby pant! Show me how much you like my big cock!”  Jame’s could hardly speak and with barely a breath screamed out Oh yeah man give me all you cum. Bury that cum deep inside me. Oh yes Mike! James continued spurting his cum all over both of them. He just couldn’t stop it. His cock was now a fountain of cum shooting streams of gizz all over both of the mens muscled bodies both glistening with streams of white pearls. He couldn’t remember the last time he had spewed  such and huge fucking load of cum. As each of the men released there wads into and onto each other. They collapsed in each others arms and lay against each other still hot with wet with sweat. Mike then carefully licked of the cum from Jame’s chest and tasted for the first time another mans sperm.  It was a bit spunky and had a salty taste, a little sweeter then his own. They both smiled at each other as Mike slowly started to slide his spent cock out of Jame’s now really raw ass. Mike saw a string of his own cum that was dripping out of  James ass and he let James have a taste as he fed him with his finger then they fell into each others arms completely drained as they finally drifted  off to sleep.

The next morning both of them didn’t talk about what happened the night before as both felt a little strange about how far they actually went together. After all,  both of them really loved to fuck girls and in Mikes mind he figured it as just part of his college experience  with his buddy. But they did wind up jacking off a couple of times together to some straight porn. Neither one of them were really ready to stop what they had loved so much and that was chasing after girls and having fun. The last year of college each one stood as best man for each others wedding and soon were to grow more apart because of time and distance. But both had never forgot that one hot steamy night in their dorm room when they discovered what it was like to have real man to man sex.

James never forgot how that night felt and lately the thought of having a total sex pig session was now all he could think about. He wanted to explore that other side of him that he kept in the back of mind for so long. He constantly fantasized about being with a real man similar to Mike but going even further then even they thought was possible. He wanted to finally see how far he really could take himself. And he wanted to experience that wild animal sex again and somehow keep his other life intact as well. As he pondered the possibilities and the danger in what he was setting out to do, he had an idea. He would look for the perfect escort to do it with. He didn’t want to have an involved  relationship, he already had that with his wife and kids. No this had to be a different kind of relationship, someone he could tell his wildest fantasies to and then actually live it for real. This man had to look and act straight as an arrow but willing to take James into a world of his inner most desires. A man who could make him submit for a day or maybe a weekend and let him become the sex pig he always thought he might  be deep inside. Finding him was another matter. He started to make of list of all the sordid things he wanted to do or have done to him no matter what they were. After all this was his fantasy. A fantasy on demand. So he began his search for the perfect raunch pig escort. And the journey began. 

James began his quest for his perfect raunchy escort. He started to imagine just what kind of guy would turn him on.  First and foremost this guy had to be a total man. He wanted someone that looked liked he did construction work or did heavy labor. He didn’t have to be pretty but he had to show some serious muscle on him. He also needed to be easy to talk to. Someone he could tell his wildest fantasies to. He started looking at the ads on the net. He browsed through all of extreme sites and found links and reviews of some pretty hot men that caught his eye. All of them seem ok, but none of them really fit the bill. Some claimed they were all man but when he looked closely at their pics, they weren’t really what they claimed to be. Some of them had the muscle and the look but when he talked to them on the phone to see what they were really like, they seemed distant or didn’t project the kind of masculinity that he was looking for. After weeks of scouring over dozens of ads and magazines, he found a gay magazine  that had dozens of escorts it. As he browsed through the ads and dismissed them one by one he came upon one that sounded  kind of interesting. The picture of the guy looked good enough but not all that revealing. It showed a hulk of a man totally ripped with large pecs and rock hard abs. He was slightly hairy with dark hair and his face though it looked handsome, was shadowed and he couldn’t quite make out all the details of his features. What intrigued him about the ad was the description. 6 ft 4 Muscled Top Bi guy, hung thick and hard, shoots multiple loads,  into dom/sub, verbal, kink and other scenes you have in mind. Friendly and easy to talk to, first timers welcome. Well that sounded good!. He tore the sheet out of magazine and decided to think about calling the guy.

Slightly nervous and and a bit excited he dialed the number listed on the ad. A machine answered, Damn it all he thought! The voice on the phone sounded masculine enough. The message seemed pretty friendly too, It said “Hey this is Hank leave your name and number and tell me what your looking for and I will hit you back as soon as I can”. James left his name and number on the machine and then with a bit of tension in his voice, said he was looking for an experienced kink top to make an appointment with. He didn’t want to say too much until he got a chance to really talk with him.

James was surprised when Hank called him right back within the hour. He answered the phone and Hank started to speak in a very deep quiet voice on the other end. Hi this is Hank, I understand your looking for an appointment. James  responded carefully and still being a bit nervous wanted to feel the guy out first. Yes, I’m looking for a dominant top guy thats willing to work with a inexperience guy. “No problem ” hank said,  I’m good with first timers. I can take it slow and won’t do anything your not ready for. Hank then asked just what kind of scene he was looking for. James thought for a moment then told him he was looking for a guy that would be willing to help him fulfill his fantasy of being a total sex pig, Is that something your willing to do? He asked. There was a slight moment of silence then Hank said “Well that’s no problem, what do you want to try?  Do you have anything special in mind? Then A dozen images raced into Jame’s head and he thought about all the things he wanted to try. Jame’s proceeded to tell Hank just what he was looking for. Nothing seemed to faze Hank. He told him he wanted to be dominated but wanted to start out slow. He liked the idea of verbal sex, and wanted to get into some kink but didn’t know just how far he was willing to go. He wanted to see how much of sex pig he really could be and needed someone who was willing to spend some time and not watch the clock. After James had told him all the wild things he wanted to try and how he wanted to do it. Hank said to him, “You know this won’t come cheap” I think I can give you exactly the kind of scene your looking for,  but you need to get ready for it.. I can come over and spend the entire night with you and we can start out slow then work up from there. They both discussed the details of Jame’s Fantasy and exactly what James wanted to try and how Hank would have to act when he came to visit. Hank instructed James to prepare for his visit. Everything was planned in great detail so that there was no misunderstanding. They agreed on a price and although it was pretty high, James thought if this guy could do it just the way they agreed it would be well worth it.  It was understood that half of the cash had to be placed on the table upon entry,  then after their session was over the other half would be due.  James would book a hotel room and call Hank with the details and directions and the time he needed to arrive. If there were any problems he would call him back. Hank also told  him what James needed to do before their session. He was not allowed to jack off or cum for at least three days. He was to clean himself out totally and be ready to be fucked when it was time. Hank also told him to get a but plug in different sizes and to progress from small to large during the next week and on the last day have it inside of him for at least eight hours before he was to arrive then take it out just before he was to show up so that he would be ready for his cock and other things when it was time. He cautioned Jame’s that his cock was really big and very thick so he wanted to make sure James was going to be ready to take it all. If he had trouble he would work with him but he wanted to make it as easy as possible. Hank would bring all the extras they were going to need for the appointment.

For the enter week James was both excited and apprehensive about meeting Hank. Would he be everything that he had hoped for? Would he turn him on the way he fantasied about. Was this guy trustworthy. Fuck,  will the guy even show up? He didn’t have a clue. But every day his mind wandered and he gazed at the now wrinkled ad from the magazine trying to imagine the whole scene in each and every detail. Soon he would find out if this guy was going to make the grade.

The appointment was set up for a Friday night, James scheduled the room and had called Hank to confirm the time and place to meet. Hank also left a message 4 hours before confirming that he would be there as planned. That made James even more nervous. This guy is really going to show up. It’s really going to happen. When James got into the hotel room, he laid half of the money due in crisp $100 bills as they had discussed then made sure there was plenty of beer in the fridge as Hank had requested. He had done his required but plug exercises and was really ready for his ass to be worked over. It was tough not to jack off or cum for the three days but was able to abstain. All he could think about was Hank and what they were going to do. He  took some bud out of a cello packet and started to roll a joint. He needed to relax a bit and taking a few tokes would help him loosen up and it also made him feel more in a dream state, and thats the way he wanted to feel. Another effect of the joint also made him feel even more horny and hungry. That was ok, Hank was going to be arriving real soon and he had the feeling that his hunger would be fed in due time.

As instructed he left the door unlocked and turned all of the lights off except for the one in the bathroom, then he stripped  down completely and got ready by getting down on his knees by the bed. He was not to speak until he was spoken to then it would begin. As he waited patiently for the clock to turn to 9:00 pm. His heart started to race with anticipation. There was the sound of footsteps coming from just outside the door and James took in a large breath. He was right on time, this was it. There was no way out now he was really going to do it.

The door began to slowly open,  from the shadows stood a tall man with huge bulk that entered  into the room. He was so fucking hot it was unbelievable. He stood there about 6 foot 4 and 200 pounds and in his late 20’s. He was a towering figure wearing a dark red flannel shirt that was unbuttoned just at the top. He could see that some of his chest hairs were  showing through at the neckline. His jeans were tight and you could see the outline of his thigh muscles straining against the denim as well as a large bulge in his crouch area.  He had a Tattoo on one of his arms that said USMC and as James looked up at his face he saw it was strikingly handsome but rugged at the same time. His hair was dark and curly and as he moved closer to James he could tell that his eyes were steel blue and his teeth were nearly perfect. This man was truly one of the hottest guys he had ever seen. His picture did not do him justice. Even with his cloths on you could see the definition of his muscles straining against his warm flannel shirt that was neatly tucked into his 501’s. He wore dark brown construction boots with steel toes that were showing some wear and looked liked they had been really used well. Hank also had brought a backpack with him that had all the items necessary for their adventure. He set the pack down and picked up the money that was on the table and stuffed it into the backpack. As he looked down at James, a slight grin came over his face and he whispered in a deep husky voice “are you ready to be my boy?” James answered yes. Hank now became more stern and forceful and commanded James to address him as Sir from this point on. James complied and obeyed by responding  “Yes Sir!”. Hank’s eyes were piercing, and he now moved  closer so James could get a better look at him. He leaned down and lifted Jame’s chin up with his forefingers, “That’s better boy, You will learn”.

Hank looked around the room and spotted the rolled joints on the end table and told James to get one ready so that they could share it and chill a little bit. James nervously fumbled with the joint and began to light it up and gave it to Hank. He also  held up his lighter so Hank could get a good fire on it and watched as he took in a deep swill off the bud. He told James to kneel down on the floor in front of him, then pulled up a chair and straddled it backward. Come over here closer boy and open your mouth. As James leaned closer toward him, Hank took in a large toke of the joint and held Jame’s head in his hands then began to blow a jet of blue smoke into his mouth as James kept his mouth wide open and eagerly inhaled Hanks hot breath. “Oh yeah take it all in” Hank said. Then Hank stood up and put his foot on the chair. “Here untie my boots with your mouth. Use that mouth and show me how eager you are boy”. James leaned down and took in the scent of Hanks worn boots. The smell of the leather really turn him on and he began to take his teeth and tongue and untie the heavy laces. “That’s it boy, use that mouth, you like my boots boy?” Yes Sir James responded. Soon he had untied the top part of the laces and was working on loosening them even more. “Yeah boy suck on those strings let me see you lick my boots”. James stopped trying to untie them further and went to work on cleaning his boots with his tongue. He was really licking this fucking hot man’s work boots and trying to do the best job he could. As he was working on them again he inhaled the scent of  worn leather and sweat from the guys feet and it sent his head spinning. “Lick them good now fagot, show me how much you want it” James started lapping up the top of Hanks shoes like a dog then worked his way down to the bottom. He was deep in a sexual frenzy. “yeah baby your my pig puppy dog lapping up my shoes aren’t you boy” yes Sir James responded, still slurping and making Hanks boots shine with his slobber. “Come on up here boy and  bring your mouth up to mine”. As James obeyed his orders and brought his mouth up to Hank’s, The man took his head in his hands and held it steady. Open up! He ordered. Open that mouth boy, open it wide!” Jame’s opened his mouth as wide as he could then Hank hurled up a huge wad of spit and aimed it right down the deep of his throat. “Swallow boy, You like that?” James gagged a bit he wasn’t ready for it. But managed to take it all down. “Good boy, swallow it all down, here’s some more for you”. And again he shot a big wad of spit down his throat, hurling it with precision. “Yeah your my nasty little pig boy aren’t you”, Yes sir James said as he gagged and swallowed the big gob of spit back. Hank continued to hurl several more shot of spit down his throat with the last one leaving a thick string that dripped all across his lips and down on his chin. “Hey you messy dog, you need to clean this up!, Jake then took his thick fingers and  rubbed the spitty goo all over his chin and lips ever so lightly. He made him lick and suck each finger until they were completely cleaned off. “Thats a good boy now get back down and take my boots off”. James went back down to the he mans feet and slowly took of the first boot. The air became filled with that locker room smell of hot sweaty socks. “Now massage my feet boy, and take a good whiff of those sweaty socks.” James inhaled the man’s smell and became totally hard as he was slowly turning into his personal sex pig. “Suck on those socks and take in the sweat boy!” James obeyed and started to suck on each toe through Hank’s damp white socks as he lightly chewed and savored the taste of the working mans boots that lingered in the fibers of his socks. “yeah pig boy suck on these socks, eat my toes, take each one in your mouth you fucking fagot pig boy!” this went on for quite a long time and then Hank made him repeat the process with the other boot. Again stopping him and giving him his reward of more spit down his throat to help polish and clean his boots and feet further. Then he told Jame’s to take each sock of with his teeth one by one, ordering him not to use his hands and he complied eagerly as the mans smell became stronger and filled Jame’s head full of stink. Now fagot, take my fucking foot in your mouth. As James opened his mouth wide Hank took his bare foot and began to fuck Jame’s mouth with his huge toe knobs. The man had really large feet, Solid and perfectly formed with just a wisp of hair on top of them. As James mouth was being fucked by each toe he began to lap them up like a dog slurping on each and every toe and tasting inch by inch all of  this man’s gritty foot. He greedily savored and gulped each digit and curve until he had finished his task of cleaning Jake’s feet completely. “Clean them up good now boy” Hank ordered him, yeah lick it up fagot, lick every inch, then Hank took each foot and pressed them against Jame’s chest  pressing down hard so his pig boy could feel the full weight and force of his powerful muscled legs.

Hank’s large body now stood over James as he gazed up at him in admiration. Hank was every bit a man as he had dreamed and then some. His shoulders were hard as stone and his legs held sturdy and strong and now were moving closer and this rock of a man started to straddled his face. Hank ground his groin into Jame’s face and let him take in the full scent of his sweat and the hot denim as he pressed it against his mouth. “Now show me how much you want what’s inside pig.“ As Hank forcefully grabbed his head and ground it into his crotch. James opened his mouth and started to chew at Hank’s bulge and tried to imagine what it looked like underneath. He licked and nibbled  at the zipper going wild with excitement as he felt the bulge grow harder and could now feel the full length of the mans tool inside his 501’s. “Yeah you fucking slut, go for it, show me how much you want that big cock” James hands trembled and he slowly lowered the  zipper of the mans pants, and watched as the mound grew even larger against the confines of the tight clothing. He looked up to see if Hank approved and he did, then Hank slowly unbuckled his thick black leather belt with the steel studs and brushed it against Jame’s face taunting him with it and making him feel both the warmth of the leather and cold steel studs against his skin.

Then the Hank slowly peeled off his trousers and stood there in the dim light, showing the thick hard mound that poked out from bottom of his flannel shirt tales. James looked at him in awe, every inch of him was so solid and defined. His legs were long and sturdy with smooth hair that glistened from the sweat of the mans body. Hank moved toward James and wrapped his legs around his head and guided him forcibly toward his thighs. James took the cue and started to lick and tongue his hard mound. He explored every inch of his strong thighs and muscled calves tonging and tasting the semi sweet sweat of his hairy limbs. He wallowed in the scent of his mans smell. Even though Hank was clean he could tell it was many hours since he had taken a shower. The odor of his musky manhood was present and James took it all in. Hank allowed James to let his lips explore and taste every hard curve and subtle bump of  his thighs and powerful  limbs. Then he let him suck and explore his mound through his briefs as James moaned in pure pleasure. Hank then began to take his thumb and caress his lips and started to fuck his face with them. He was gentle at first then later with more power and forcefulness he started to probe deeper in his mouth testing just how much James was able to take. Working hard to keep up, James  tasted and worshiped his thighs with gusto, then submitted  to his Large powerful hands as he willingly let him fuck his face with each finger as Hank held his head tight and probed his mouth even further with each finger. Each stroke Hank would go deeper and deeper as James would suck and swallow them with eagerly. Soon Hank started to fuck his face with two and then three of his thick fingers until they were all the way in the back of his throat. James started to gag a bit, but Hank knew just when to slow down and allow him to catch his breath. Then he would again take his face in his hands and force James to suck on each finger until they were back deep inside of him, going in as far as he could handle and getting him ready for the next step. “Suck it pig, take them all down, you know know you can do it” he said as Hank encouraged him to take them all down. Each time he did this James would force himself to take them all  until his whole fist was practically in his mouth filling him up and showing him how gentle force was really done. Methodically pausing every few minutes holding James tight in his arms and shooting a thick rope of spit into his mouth to ease his aching throat.

The session was now going into the second hour and both men were now really hot and dripping in sweat. Hank ordered James to take a break and get him a beer. James got up to get him his brew as Hank came up from behind him and wrapped his huge arms tightly around his body and began to massage and play with his tits. James could feel the man’s rod poking out from his underwear and he moaned as is probed the crack of his ass. Hank then nuzzled him hard and began to tongue his ear and travel down further into the back of his neck. Turning James around, Hank took the beer out of his hand and with the other, led him to the buttons on his shirt. James followed and began to slowly unbutton each one as he watched Hank’s massive chest appear with each motion. His eyes widened as he saw that each of Hanks nipples were as wide as a quarter and he saw the nubs were dark and taut. The shirt fell down to the ground and James allowed his eyes to get the full view of the man’s fucking hot body. Somehow Hank had worked his briefs off while he was behind him and now he could absorb the full view of this man completely. As the they stood there, Hank held the cold bottle of beer to Jame’s face which by now was dripping in hot sweat.  He brushed it against his cheeks then let it travel over different parts of his body which sent shivers down his spine. His senses were completely on edge.  Hank then picked up the flannel shirt and wiped the sweat off of  Jame’s brow and and let him take in the scent of the hot flannel and man smell as he toweled them both down until their bodies were dry again. There was a deft silence in the room and the only thing that could be heard was the sound of each others shallow breathing. Jake took a swig of the beer and rolled it around in his mouth then brought James closer to him in a heavy embrace then shared his brew with a kiss in a way that James had never experienced. As both if them swallowed their share of beer with an intense kiss, Hank began to probe his mouth with his tongue and brought his full weight up against Jame’s body. Each could feel the pulse of the others heartbeat. Each mans cock was wedged hard against each other as they shared the hot burning feeling of each other’s manhood.   TO BE CONTINUED…

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About nine thousand words of what to do to and with each other when you’re snowed in. Robin learns a painful lesson, Christopher finds a new diversion and all  the guys discover that sex, in pairs or groups, has much to be said for it. I’m enjoying writing this so my hope is you’ll enjoy reading it and, possibly, get something more from it than subject and verb correctness……See you in Part Five. 

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Chains
and Picture Perfect

I
swung my legs over the edge of the bed, planted my feet on the floor
then realized how quickly old habits come back. Without even looking
I put my hand on the bedside table, grabbed the smokes, extracted
one, stuck in the corner of my mouth, fumbled around, found the
Zippo, flipped it open, rolled the rough wheel, felt the heat,
applied it to the end of my cigarette, put it all back on the table
top while I was inhaling. Yep, tasted good to be on my road to lung
cancer or oral cancer or just cancer. Sat there, smiling, trying to
remember what other old habits I’d abandoned for…well, I couldn’t
remember but there must have  been a reason. Robin, my son, was one
continuing bad habit for which I was beyond grateful.

A man sitting by the side of the bed in the morning after he’s fucked whoever is beside him is an iconic vision of life in America. Behind me, what I’d fucked, my son, Robin, was sound asleep, partially out of the covers, his ass up, the side of his neck where I could see the brand I’d put there with my teeth the previous evening after the sex show for Carl and Shay. Didn’t need to run my fingers over my neck, yeah, it’d be there and for a very long time, even a trace of a mark, where he branded me. Cupping the half smoked butt I rolled over, licked my kid’s ass looking for any trace of the blood he’d seeped when I’d belt whipped him last night, just before he fucked me. Then, later, he got my bull dick down both his throat and his ass…little fucker, seemed to like it-I promised him, if we ever woke up, he could look forward to continuing the acquaintance.

Reached
out and, yep, just like there should be, that cheap glass ashtray
with five or so slots on one side. Snubbed it out, leaned back to my
kid, slurped his tail, slowly rolled him caught his nuts in my mouth
while I got him his Robin sized penis hard. I could see the trace of
gray as his eyes opened. “Dad?”

I
had to let his nuts go. “Yeah?”

“Swing
around, let me have you, too.”

“Uhuh,
I’m getting ready for coffee, gotta get the cream. You know how,
shoot it….fast.”

I
vigorously ran my mouth up and down while, inside, my tongue wrapped
and unwrapped his ramrod. Didn’t take five minutes. Held on to a
good mouthful, waited for him to open his mouth then fed him. He
licked his lips. “Damn, I sure do taste good.”

He
found himself quickly on his stomach followed by a heft swat. “Pride
goeth before a fall or before a whipping….if you want it early,
well, Mister keep telling me how good you are and I’ll make your
prove it another way.”

“Now?”

“Yeah,
now, one old fashioned hand spanking…..but you haven’t earned
it…yet.” That man had the best smile.

“Bet
I can.”

I
bet he could to which was why I got up and really stretched letting
him see my bull cock, slightly chubbed, slightly pointing at him as I
rolled myself backward. “Bet you can too but if I catch you trying
to get me to do it….well, back in the room with all their sex toys,
there’s probably something you wouldn’t like….”

He
threw a pillow at me. “Dad, there isn’t one thing in there….”
but then he looked at me and stopped. Suddenly he realized something,
I’d seen something….

I
reached over and dragged him off the bed.

“Come
on, put on whatever it is you want to wear, lets get breakfast….Carl
and Shay have probably been up, waiting.” I stopped and looked at
him. “Do you know what a good thing you did back on the road when
you made them stop? Son, those two men are going to be happier and,
secret, they’re gonna have friends.”

He
looked at me strangely. “How? Out here?”

“Well,
just like we did, they’re gonna drop in, come on….I bet they want
to see our necks and your ass…”

“…and
your cock. Shit, who wouldn’t want to see that ‘n it’s mine all
mine cuz I’m your son and your my man, my Dad with his big bull
cock.”

We
both found a pair of those good, warm wool socks, a T, a jock then
started toward where I thought the kitchen might be…but we picked
up the scent of coffee so, to announce our arrival, I gave my kid a
swat…they heard us.

Pretty much as I’d thought, they’d been up and, great jumping Jesus, to say they’d fixed breakfast is like saying if they cooked everything then laid it all out, there might be a table beneath it.

“We
didn’t know what you’d like an’, well, after that gift you give
us, you know letting us…”

I
smiled. “Shut up and hand me something with brown in it that isn’t
shit. We gave you a ‘hostess present’ no more just glad you liked
it.” I stopped and drank about half the mug full. “Anything up
for today cuz….if there isn’t..”

“Aw,
we got a message machine full of whiners about this broke or that’s
stuck or…well, hell, I told you, first thing, we’d be busy….”
He laughed. “Guess their next problem is how to get here. ‘Cording
to that alert radio, only parts of the major roads are open, everyone
is being told to just stay where they are unless it’s an emergency.
We got a big, heavy 350, probably have to go out ‘n get to some of
them, got a winch on the  back….”

“When
you think you might go?”

Carl
laughed. “You want my timetable or theirs? Mine says when it’s
safe, theirs says yesterday.” He stared into his cup. “I ain’t
gonna take no chances. In a bit, Shay ‘n and I ‘ll see how far up
the drive we can walk….IF we can get to the road, see how that looks. After that….call some of these turkeys back see how bad things really are or if they’s just callin’ to make sure we was here if they need us. Happens all the time.”

“I’m
volunteering some slave labor for you, run back in the play room,
pick up one of, hell, I don’t know how many sets of cuffs, slap on
the kid and he goes with you. Strong as an ox and if he doesn’t do
what he’s told, well, find a fence, stick him over it, pull down
his britches and what you decide to do  is up to you. Doesn’t
matter shit to me. Oh, let him drive that 350, little fart can drive
a tank so…..”

“For
real? Gee, that’d be a big help, Robin, do you mind?”

I spoke up. “Guess you didn’t hear me, he’s slave labor, no choice.”

Carl smiled. Shay looked a little concerned…. “Hey, we don’t want to just strand you here…I mean it’s awful nice of you to give us your…uh…slave but…”

“I
know a place filled with God knows what, all of it wrapped. If we
work in shifts, we might get half of it open and figured out before
Easter….while you’re out saving those who don’t really need
help, I’m gonna be here surrounded by only God knows. That’s what
I’m planning on doing.”

We had a good breakfast, the sort you need before you go out in the cold and do hard work. Carl kitted out Robin, some of the Army Winter stuff Jim gave us worked real well. I quietly got him aside and wondered if he was packing? Times like these….

He stopped me, took my hand to a side pocket where I felt something harder and longer than my cock. “Full clip.” I thought about it. “I got one without numbers, bullets and two clips? Think that…?”

“Fuck,
if I have to draw down, I mean it.”

“Always
shoot their nuts off first….they just hate that.”

Carl laughed until the tears rolled off his chin.

“Right
or left first?”

I whirled him around and shoved him on his way. He was still laughing slightly when he went out a door, somewhere, and I momentarily felt a slight puff of chilly air go up my T shirt. Guess it was time to add pants…I had a full day.

Unlike in children’s stories, Elves had not gone in while we slept, opened everything, cleaned up and, now, it looked like the Christmas for Perverts- choose the perversion of your choice. Just out of seeing the magnitude, I sat on a stool-forgetting it had a built in cock that would corn hole you if it was plugged in-fortunately, it was not-although later…working with a dildo up your tail can divert you from the mess you’re probably in. Also right then is when a man needs a smoke and right there is the last place to have one; You could have put anything from “Flammable” to “Highly Flammable” on any of the packing, the worst being that mutherfucking excelsior. At least I had the semblance of a plan.

First thing was to completely clear two of the shelving units so that as I unwrapped whatever, I could toss the boxes-having carefully inspected for instructions as to not only how to get in but how to get out of whatever it was. (Unless they’d cut it off, Carl still had that thing around his nuts.). They’d found four large trash barrels, two, pleasant surprise, on casters so I could just wander, pick up something, open it, throw out the packing and then….try and figure out what it might be or where it might go or what it might do if it was placed wherever it was going. Some things were obvious but the heart breaker, I could tell from dates they’d been shipped on the labels, was that they’d ordered duplicates of what they already had but over six or seven years just forgot they already had whatever. In some cases, there were as many as six pairs-everything was bought that way, there were two of them-of the same thing. In many cases, if you put it on your partner, no way you could also put on the identical piece for, in many cases, limiting mobility was at the base of what it could do.

Another unfortunate fact was that some of the leather things had been made from the cheapest leather and, I knew but felt Carl and Shay would be disturbed to learn, were cured in urine. Particularly things made in India; I found that out when a friend and his wife visited the subcontinent where she bought, very inexpensively, several handsome pair of gloves. Fine. Until one day she spilled something, the leather got wet and immediately smelled like a latrine. Whether she got less or more than she paid for can be debated but her anger at the merchant, now thousands and thousands of miles away could easily be discerned. What that meant was that everything made from leather, or had leather bits or pieces, had to be checked for country of origin. Also, some of these things had simply dried out, were cracked, also to be tossed  out.

It really was unfortunate that these two nice guys had been screwed out of a lot of money by not opening the packages. Knowing them, would they have complained? At least they might have saved themselves some money by not buying duplicates.

I finally declared a work stoppage; This peon was through doing stoop labor for a bit. Going to the kitchen, it was, mutherofgawd, nearly three in the afternoon. Befuddled by what I’d done, I almost chugged a cigarette and smoked a beer. Almost. Sitting at the kitchen table, suddenly a lot more tired than I’d thought, I did have an idea. Actually, this one had been percolating for awhile-I’d intimated it to Robin but not enough for him to catch on-but now it was time to follow through. Walking through their home-my legs were grateful for the exercise; I was in good shape but confine anyone in one more or less static position for several hours and stiffness w/ pain is the result.

After digging through my Army gear I found what I was looking for, hit the kitchen, well, the fridge, hooked a couple more beers, found the room with a now smoldering fire, plunked myself on the couch then dialed a number.

Here’s the thing about gadgets: I hate them but just now I was glad I had mine and actually knew how to work it. Walking back to what I now thought of as the ‘Storage Room’ the person I wanted answered-ever have that feeling just as you hear the first ring you’re headed for something that will want you to leave a message?-and I gave him my, illustrated spiel. After twenty minutes of show and tell time, plus my suggestions, I only heard two words, “Holy Shit”. After we hung up, I plugged in my buddy of several hours, found a tube of expensive lube, applied it, sat down, chose a speed and a depth then let him fuck my ass-therapeutic.

I went back to reality, meaning only one of everything, stood up, left it plugged-I KNEW I’d be back to work. I decided to go for the whole warm room experience…wondering if I could get a fire resurrected without using gasoline, naphtha or charcoal starter? Knowing what I did of myself I’d taken Boy Scouting off my ‘to do’ list (not the boys or their leaders, just the scouting part) some years earlier leaving that to my brother. (An Eagle Scout if there ever was one. And I mean that kindly; He’s a great brother [Wondered how he and Robin…naw, wait until it happens] and was a terrific Eagle Scout.)

The guys, as mentioned, had the better part of a forest chopped and, I could tell, this was wood that had been aged and dried. Finding some smaller pieces, I stirred the ashes, which responded by glowing brighter to my surprise then added the wood. Five minutes later the tendrils of flame were popping up, added larger logs, looked about, found the liquor, poured myself a stiff one, stripped, lay down in front of the fire, found another stiffy, decided on an afternoon snack, gave my bull friend some good loving and, Voila!, almost shot right in my mouth. The rest was sopped up then washed down with a slug of Carl’s very fine Bourbon. To get all the crap that had stuck to me while unwrapping, I stripped, hit the shower then got back on the floor in front of the fire, pillow and blanket….warm, dry…solid comfort.

In the process of opening all the boxes, crates, bags, etc. I’d found something that made me think about a problem I’d avoided. One of the larger things was composed of two twelve foot long boxes, banded with steel and hard as hell to, first, get the band released and then to pull out the contents. Even unassembled I knew what it was; A St. Andrews cross. Just the sort of thing to attach someone to.

What happened to the person on the cross? Well, that depended on what the two of you, or maybe just you had in mind. What I’d avoided was….that Robin and I both got off on my beating him. For all my life I’d suspected there was more than the touch of the sadist in me but now, with a partner-even though I thought of him as my son-I had the masochist to mirror my sadist. Looking at the cross members, already drilled to attache metal rings, poles, whatever you thought you’d like,  I’d got hard and shot without touching myself. There, on the floor, I saw the shade of Robin, almost nailed to the cross, face away, his ass already dripping blood and, in my mind I could hear my own quiet voice telling him….I was going to start marking him as mine. I snapped back just before the bull whip-I’d have already unwrapped two of those-coiled out catching him at his shoulder blade then dragging down over his ass. Gagged, he couldn’t scream but the cut was there, blood was running….I knew my hand and arm were going back….

I finally shook it off. What I knew is that was what I wanted in some form, knew that he’d want me to do it, wanted the marks, the stripes, the very essence that said I am a slave to the pain I love and you are a slave in your love of giving that to me. For one moment, I remembered back on the highway where I was close to killing him with his collar pulled so tight….I’d said we would have to go together or, right then, he would have to leave me. And now we were together in more than the exterior. Laying on the comfortable rug, my left side increasingly warmed by the fire, I put my hand on my neck where he’d branded me and knew it was not the first or the last brand and smiled as I slopped some Bourbon down my chest while attempting to take a swallow. Shame Robin, my Robin, wasn’t around, he’d have licked up the pool over my sternum then worked his way to my lips knowing I’d saved some of the good liquor for him.

Having seen their work, I needed to speak to Carl about something I thought might be good to have. Lot of thought but mainly, Jesus was I tired. Holding my almost empty glass in one hand, I hopped on the couch, pulled a rug over me, put the glass on the floor and…..

“DAD,
Dad, come on, you’ve been asleep…..come on.” I guess he’d
read the Fairy Tales and believed you could wake someone with a kiss;
You can’t. Failing that he threw himself on me, dirty, cold-his
hands could make ice cream, just put the liquid in a sealed container
and have him shake it. “Dad?”

“Okay,
okay, I’m coming too…..what’s up?” I did that thing, after
just waking where you try and make your eyes bug out then focus. But
for that to work, you have to focus on something that has relevance
to your life. What I was looking at was what seemed to be an animated
black pole with two gray eyes and ten fingers, just no hands. Two
more of the same pulled in just then.

“I gotta get more slaves from you in the future, damn, when you send them out to work, they work.”There was a pause while he, I assumed it was Carl, looked at me. “You okay?”.

“Yeah,
just surviving a sneak attack by whatever is in this….

Almost as a joke, almost, he tossed me a short steel link chain which, I could see, went up my kid’s sleeve where it met a chain necklace, just like the leather one. Clever. This, too, was a choker, only difference being there was a large link that didn’t allow the wearer to take it off. “Made it for him…didn’t think I’d have the pleasure of putting it on him, hope you didn’t mind, but, well, slaves gotta be kept chained…..” Jesus he had a great, leering smile.

“Good
thinking, specially this one, you’ve seen how I handle it when he
needs training. Thanks for the chain. I owe you one…..anyway you’d
like to collect?”

“Might
just be but, Jesus, look at us, gotta get out of this, get cleaned,
want me to take Junior? Clean him up? I, uh, know Shay likes to shave
men….” He took a hand and grabbed the hair around Robin’s cock.
“He’d sure look good all smooth…” Robin suddenly was
frightened, he knew how I felt about his hair, desperately wanted to
be like mine, a grove of fur.

Laughed, “Naw, I’ll appreciate your getting him clean, Jesus, I bet all of ou could use a good hosing but, sorry, tell Shay….my kid’s crotch is his Dad’s property…he’s available for other things…” I looked at Robin who gave me a sneaky smile back… “…but getting him smooth down to his neck, far as it goes….”

“Oh,
more, well, have you looked out the window? Fucking snow, almost a
blizzard. Good thing we did what we did or a bunch a guys would be
tied down, couldn’t even get out to feed their cattle. Serious.
Your kid was a big help….”

“He’s trained to be….” I thought about something that he’d just said. “Hey, Carl, how’d you feel about some paying house guests? If you don’t mind an old man and his idiot child….” I grinned.

“Well,
let me think on that. Mebbe, if the old man had some bull meat and
the kid was chained, believe we could see letting them bunk
in…serious, we wouldn’t let you out in this. You know your more
‘n welcome, fuck, nobody done for us what you have….I got one
happier partner …..” He looked away and I knew he was telling the
truth. Somewhere back in that room lay their future in a perverted
sort of way….I stood up. “Shake? How much you think you want for
room and board?”

He reached down and caressed my nuts and, of course, the bull meat above it. “I think something can be worked out…a course, you keep letting us work the slave…”

“Hey,
I’ll toss in the whip that goes with him.”

“Deal”.

They must have been gone almost an hour but when they came back, WOW, somebody had been ‘shopping’ in the warehouse. Both men were wearing various leather garments, both had on those really great boots  but….the good thing….you could see the change in them. For Robin, a leather jock, chain mail harness and vest plus, of course, his new chain collar cleverly held down as the leash was attached to chain circlets at his bicep, just past the elbow then at the wrist with the solid steel handle dangling, waiting to be pulled. Made it flexible but one never lost control, never. Didn’t know whether to stand up and salute or just tell them it was nice to know we’d be billeted with two studs….I could see the pride in them.

“We
shoulda ….”

“Yeah,
you should have opened things a long time ago but forget it….some
of them are open now, you’re getting what you wanted…and I can
assure you, there is a lot more to come.”

“You
gonna work some more while we’re out tomorrow?”.

“If
you can get out…”

“We’ve
got a back log of work in the shop, warm in there, hey, might teach
your kid some of what we do.”

“I’m
all for his education….need to take a break? fuck him.” And
smiled.

Then quit smiling. “My Rules, you gotta know ‘em. No one fucks my kid unless I say they can. No one. You want him to suck you off? Just push his head down, he’ll figure it out. Want him to fuck you? Roll over and spread ‘em but…..if I find cum that didn’t belong to me first, unless I say it’s okay, he’s a virgin.” There was a pause. “Well, he’s a technical virgin.” They all laughed. “You guys are on the approved fucking list, get bored, need something to do….he’s yours.”

They seemed appreciative.

We were all tired for various reasons. After a good dinner, the sort men eat without worrying about what a nutritionist might say, we just sat at the table and thought about moving. Even the crackle of the fire didn’t call to anyone.

Finally, to break the silence, I stood up, Robin of course did as well, so I threw him over my shoulder, wished our hosts, now landlords, a very pleasant evening and went on down the oddly laid out passages to what was now our room. Carl and Shay hadn’t stinted in their hopes they’d have company….sometime. One thing, I’d worried earlier about hot water; Carl had shown me a tank that, easy, held 200 hundred gallons so if we wanted to sit in the capacious shower and just let the water and the steam relax our pores, fine.

I put Robin to bed, grabbed one of my newly reacquired old habits, lit it then sat on the edge beside him. “Some changes. First, names, it’s okay for us to be Robin and Christopher but I think it’s better if we go for something a little more…”

“Masculine”

“Yeah.
Masculine, more ballsy, we both got ‘em, more butch. You know
you’ll always be my Robin but now…thanks to these great guys, I
think you’ll do well as ‘Chain’ and I’m ‘Bull’….no
arguing that one. Now, get on your stomach, Got something else.”

He probably thought he was going to get fucked but I had something else for him. Once he was sprawled out, I topped him, full body covering him, one hand grasping his left wrist and, with a snap, a cuff went on it, the other one on mine. “Okay? Got it?”

“Oh,
Jesus Dad, I wanted something like this, we’re joined. You just….”
He paused to sniffle and try and hide the tears. “…really love
me.”

“Yep,
that I do, all we gotta do now is figure out how to sleep like
this…and Robin…..you heard some rules for them but you have some
from me to you and they will be obeyed. First, no fucking, like I
said, unless I say so. You are mine. They can suck you, finger you,
play with you…up to a point but the moment lips get near yours…..”

“No. The only person I guess is my Dad…cuz that’s the only man I want to kiss. Okay?”

“Yep,
okay but there’s a bigger issue, lets roll around cuz I need you
face to face.”

It took some doing but finally in the dim I could see his eyes, wondering.

“Tell
me how you feel about pain and you better be honest.”

There was a long pause.

He was stumbling. “Dad….when you take the belt to me or whatever…I get hard just thinking about it. Sometimes….I stop and sorta go away thinking about you…what you might do…get hard…Only you, but I want you to hurt me so bad…I’ll give up anything…one day…maybe….one day you’ll….” and he stopped.

“Yeah,
one day….we’ll get there one day and right now all you need is a
good paddling, the whip, some personally administered hurt….we’re
not a side show and they wouldn’t understand much more than they’ve
seen. And that’s another thing, if I catch anybody doing anything
to you without my permission and understanding of what they’d like
to do….Figure it out. Let some son of a bitch try it and YOU would
very quickly find there’s a difference in how you took it when I do
it and when someone else does it. I think you know that but I’m
telling you. There may be a time, fact is, I know there will be, when
someone else gets the whip hand but when we get there, you’ll
understand. Do I make myself very clear?”

He breathed in, deeply. “Yes, Sir…..Today out in their workshop they were making cattle brands….” That’s all he said.

I put my hand on his neck where I’d last bit him, covered his mouth and went back, this time until I could taste the iron-ey flavor of blood.

Still dripping, he rolled over, took our cuffed wrists and somehow got to my face and kissed me.

“That’s
a promise for the future.”

Snuggling with your kid in a warm bed in a dark, quiet room, when you know you’re chained to one another….wish we’d have the same on our ankles…..but knew that was just a matter of shopping through what I’d already opened or would find….somewhere.

He rolled partially on top of me, reached down, took hold of my bull….

“You
scared me….thought you were going to let Shay shave…..”

I just kissed him again, the sort of kiss that says, don’t worry, go to sleep, the Bull has you in his arms.

Carl stuck his head in the door before my kid and I were out of  bed.

“Kinda
bad news.” It was easier to show than tell which was why he pulled
open the curtains. “Fuckin’ blizzard, says it may go all day, big
worries about ice accumulating on the power lines and, out here, all
we got is one thin line from the road.”

“What’s
the drill?”

“Well,
before anything goes wrong, we all move into the big room with the
fire, keeps us warmer than a Sauna in there. One good thing, the
stove and the hot water heater are all on propane so we can have hot
showers in the dark…:”

“Yea!!
Now?” I punched him.

Carl smiled. “Uh, not before breakfast and, you do remember slave labor? Lets see that collar. Uh huh. Just the way he should be. ‘Course, we’re partial to his owner…”

“Hey,
Carl, we got a change for you to remember. Names. For city,
Christopher and Robin will do but for the rest of the world, Bull and
Chain….”

Big smile. “Those are the kinda names a man sets on hisself in ink. Fit ya, both of you. I’ll let Shay in on what to call you. Oh, other reason, when you’re ready for it, coffee and the breakfast crap….no hurry….” He indicated the white that might have been a painted window.

Over coffee… we lingered, desultory conversation, I must have got through a pack-sharing them with my kid; Cigar smoke in a house just gets to be too much.

“Good
think I bought a carton.”

He had that look. “Okay,” I jerked his chain, “What is it?”

“Promise
you won’t be too angry?”
“Tell me what I may not be angry about and I’lll tell you how angry I might not be…..”

“You
got the one cartoon in your Army coat…… ‘n I got three more….”

“Steal
‘em?”

He did not want to answer that one. “Uh, yes Sir….didn’t want you….”

That’s when I slapped him, full hand, across his face then without thinking rolled him over, ass up on my lap.

“We…..”
Hit him a hard one, full hand. “Don’t” That got him five.
“Steal”.

Bythen I could find something hard, Shay had pulled off his belt and handed the heavy leather length to me, and I let him have it. When I was finished, pushed him on the floor, pulled on his leash, got him into my crotch where Bull, excited by the paddling, was waiting, hard and excited.

“Suck it until I say stop. And this isn’t the end, just the beginning. Why in holy hell did you steal anything?” I really didn’t expect an answer as he was busy sucking me off. Also…..I knew the answer, he did it to please me but he hadn’t. Not once had he seem me take anything….and this wasn’t the end. Not by half. On the spot I decided to take Carl and some tools into the storage area and start putting things together; I just found a test pilot for some of them….And I didn’t think he’d like it, not at all.

I came but almost without interest, no feeling, just fury; He was lucky I didn’t have something like a knife or that stunt would have cost him….lets just say he’d  have a mark that would embarrass him.

I jammed him on the floor on his knees. Tightened down his collar almost to the choke point. “We don’t steal….anything. Why the fuck you did that….Jesus….Could you possibly think you were going to please me?”

To emphasize that, I slapped him across his face again. “That what you thought?….Well, you were badly mistaken.” Slapped him again.

I stood up in disgust.

“Remember those branding irons you said Shay was making? How about if I had one made? Just for you? Put it right….there.” My finger was on a spot just below his eye.

He knew I meant it and was afraid of the brand. There was one more thing and it was to show him who controlled him. “I need to cool down, take a shower. While I do that….Mister, you are to suck both cocks then they can fuck you….tied down if they want. I don’t give a shit. One last time… What don’t we do?”

“Sir.
We don’t steal, Sir.”

“Right” Handed his leash to Carl and stalked off not giving a damn what they might do to him mainly because I knew them, nice guys, they’d seen him punished so their follow up wouldn’t  be much. Only thing, I wanted him stripped and kept on the floor while he gave each man a blow job and after that….I didn’t give a shit. Giving power to others over him was meant as humiliation; Giving them the power to do what they wanted…..was to make him understand I did control him, love him, but control him.    

Even if it was white outside, that just meant that the window in the bathroom gave plenty of light. I turned on the shower, let it run then turned it off thinking I’d have a steam, a shower, anything to stay isolated from my kid. Jesus I was mad. Knock at the door….

“It’s
Shay.”

“Yeah,
it’s open, come on in…..”

“Uh, Bull, sometimes when a man is really pissed off, ya know what feels good? A hot facial, massage and a close shave…..least…that’s what I’ve found other guys like….wanta let me give it a try? All you’ll end up is with a good shave…what say?” He was trying to smile and almost succeeded.

“Sure….absofuckinglutely,
a shave by Shay…..and I’ll have the facial,all of it….sounds
just like the thing I want right now.”

“Great!”
He briefly stepped out the door then came back with a leather case, a
couple of other things.

I laughed and rolled my nuts at him. “These, Mister, are in a ‘No Shave Zone’ just so we understand each other, like my son of a bitch kid, no steel below the neck.”

He laughed, turned on the water in the sink as well as the shower.

“Okay,
lets get you relaxed.” Put his hands on my shoulders, let them run
down my chest as he sank to his knees finally cuddling my balls. “I
don’t care whether you come or not, I just want to suck on your
bull cock…for a long time.”

I remembered what Carl had said about Shay and his expertise with a razor; He forgot to mention his strong, talented fingers which could have reduced me to total relaxation even if I had no interest. Also, using the bench in the shower, he set up a slow running warm atmosphere that was….perfect. Only time I had to move was when he set me up, lathered me then shaved me; Carl was right, I didn’t even need a finger test to know that, not since birth, had I been that smooth.

He whispered in my ear. “Okay, Bull, what you need is rest so that’s what you’ll get. Dry you down, get some fresh towels, lay you here while there’s still steam…..cover you, let you get some rest.”

“Buddy?”

“Yeah?”

“Since
you’re gonna roll me on my stomach… how’d you like to fuck
me…that’s relaxing as well….”

He said nothing just started massaging my ass, gently spreading me, slowly but so determinedly…. “Want a fist?”

I had to think about this one. Once before and it hadn’t done much for me but today, relaxed and knowing Shay’s hands…“Oh Yeah, slow and deep, give it to me….”

Shay was a man of surprising abilities. In general fisting and I don’t get along but he had me so relaxed, he could have stuck a bazooka shell up my tail…and when he got to it, his rubbing the prostate…Jesus….I could feel the cum drizzle….

“Give
my balls a squeeze…oh, shit, yeah, make them spit out my cum….”

I could feel him licking around the hand impaled in my crack.

“More?”

“Shit yes, up to your elbow….far as you can go.” I felt vulgar, trashy, like a street corner whore  being fucked for money and couldn’t get enough. I was Dirt, moaning with sex, desire and my own need to be degraded. And it felt great. Shay had his other hand around my nuts preventing them from drawing up, as for my bull cock, by now almost a fountain of cum, piss and whatever else was in there to come out.

“Piss
on me….”…and I could feel the hot stream splatter on my neck,
my back, down to where it went into the sewer that was my ass crack
then occupied by a entrenching too determined to get to my bottom.

It was like having a friendly squid up your can, the fingers were the tentacles waving, seizing the flesh, the body the warm tube allowing his urine down further, watering my prostate,  holding you open….All I wanted was to be able to twist my head and drink the fountain of man, all of it, all of him, until I was soaked inside and out.

“Fuck……Just…..do
that…..”

I heard some noise, Carl. “Hey, sorry buddy….” He took in the scene, laughed, guess you found my slave is as good as yours…keep as a set, rent ‘em out to men who can afford what they can do, oh, yeah, Shay’s in you good, if you’re not enjoying that….:”

“Okay,
your partner is, well, shit, you know what he can do….”

“Yeah,
he’s a pistol. Uh, maybe this isn’t the right moment……I’ve
got the kid chained up…”

Shay stopped for a moment, sensing I’d have orders; I did, told him he left.

“Want
me to see if I can get both of them up you…..? You’re real loose,
relaxed, soft in there, how does it feel, okay?”

“If
you could, I’d have you stick your head in there, lick that goal
for sex….”

He laughed, “Yeah, that might kill me…but here’s comes number 2…just slide it down…how’s that feeling?”

All I could do was moan which he interpreted as I was enjoying it. Oh was I enjoying it.

I could feel him pulling out while leaning over and kissing my piss flavored shoulders, my neck. “Just relax…I got one more thing for you but first, rest. I’ll close the shade, good, warm, dark…..I’ll be back, don’t think about anything except pleasure and how much more you want….”

As I let myself wallow in pleasure all I could say…. “Get loaded up, you’re looking at one thirsy Bull…..”

Didn’t mean to but sleep didn’t just come over me, it pole axed me. Maybe Shay closed the door but all I can remember is how almost every part of my body felt good, relaxed, even my ass, oh yeah, my ass. He didn’t know it but Shay and I had an appointment in the future, something for his hand to do when it wasn’t engaged shaving my face. Jesus, sleep came ……

I felt something, someone touching me. Also, there was a dim light, nothing that would shatter just opening eyes. I got a kiss, my chest rubbed…. “Feeling better?”

“Um
hum…don’t remember feeling bad. Thanks, I have your name in my
appointment book for….lots of things.”

“Can
I do a couple more?”

“Buddy,
if you can think it up to do to me, go right ahead.” He got me up,
just so I was sitting on the edge of the bench, rolled up some
towels, leaned me back.

“Don’t think you’ve ever done this but…Bull, Carl and I talked about this and in one of the boxes you opened, well….” and produced what I knew were snake bites. Generally used to draw venom from a bite but a lot of guys used them to expand and toughen their nipples. “A guy like you has to have tits that are big, hard….one day you may want metal in them…so here…these are for starters, out there we got…”

“I
know what you’ve got, must have opened at least a dozen of them in
graduated sizes…” I reached down and felt my flesh underneath
responding to the pressure as he put them on…. “Ya know, you’re
right. Big balls, big cock, big tits…..”

They went on easily, just squeezed them put them over each nipple then turned them loose. Didn’t hurt but you could sure feel the pressure on your nips. Okay, we could try that… “Maybe get a size up? Whattaya think?”

“On
you? Nothing better, pierce ‘em, up and down….make them work in
with the tats I spect you’ll want.”

Would I? I laughed out loud as I thought about my brother and his, uh, probable comments on the new, improved brother. Fuck, maybe Robin and I could hold him down and make it some kind of family affair. Maybe ink the boy scout motto someplace….

“Uh,
Bull, there’s something I’d really like to do but, well, you said
something about down there…..”

“Yeah,
no shaving.”

“Uh,
I remember but….you ever had them…well, curried? You know brushed
out, maybe have some conditioner? I, uh, I’d like to do that, get
my fingers in there, make your whole bush look glossy and….I know,
I know, but could you let me cut just enough away so that Bull cock
really stood out? Fuck, it’s a show piece, just do a little
something to make it look better…” I could see him get a little
frightened, concerned I’d be mad….”

“Shay,
you get out your combs, brushes and, yeah, your scissors. What man
doesn’t want his cock to stand out and you’re the man to do it.
I’ll just lean back, enjoy having my nuts massaged and then….you’re
the man with the talent for hair and a pair of scissors.”

Had a lot of my body massages, all of it actually except that sack with my nuts. Been hit there but softly, rolled about, the fur gently combed, some kind of lotion, up the shaft, down, gently, his idea was not to get me off, just up and hard a task at which he’d succeeded.

“Wow,
here’s what I’m gonna do cuz I bet you never noticed but, buddy,
you got hair growing on your dick…..take that off an’, that’s
about all. Here, feel.”

Taking hold of your own cock and just holding, looking for hair but, damn, he was right, I got a shaggy piece of meat, he was right, taking that off….but watching him put a straight razor on the side of my bull meat….you don’t want to think about slippage…specially with no foam…I asked about that.

“This
is done slowly, foam just pulls it and doesn’t let me see the
shapes, hair on dicks don’t grow in regular patterns, kinda have to
find a patch, even one or two, then mow them down. You know, the big
veins, the slight slope as it went into the place above where, if you
could see them, my luxuriantly hair covered balls were hanging. Damn,
I should have done this a long time ago but….this isn’t the sort
of ‘manscaping’ you do not trust to just anyone and going into
the guy who cuts your hair and telling him, he does great work up top
but now….probably not going to work.

Seemed odd sitting there holding my cock not to do anything with it, just to look at it, admire Shay’s work then remember….

“Guys,
I got another thing to do…”

Carl looked at me. “He’s where you wanted him, how you wanted him….we, uh, took you at your word. Saw to it he got used…good and used.”

“Thanks.”
I stood up, gave them each a hug, then headed out the door toward
where my kid was. We were going to have a talk.

Carl was seriously concerned about the possibility of a power shortage so several candles lit the room the room where Robin was. The glitter from the shine of his chains, the spread eagle position, knowing he was gagged and blind folded….made him a very appealing site. Someone had spread his legs so his shit hole was partially opened and, I was somewhat amused, had been greased. Maybe later.

I lay on top of him, my own spread eagle but so that my head was just a bit below his, my newly peeled bull dick lay across his ass and my arms reached out to cover the chains that held his arms. Was he shivering? Cold? Frightened? Afraid of what might be done to him? All he heard was my calm voice.

“Son,
you know part of why you’re here, like this but not all. I think
you’ve learned the lesson about stealing but if you haven’t, if
there are more things you took….you’ll show me. Maybe I should have said
this back somewhere but I just assumed you’d know it, you’re my
son, they know things about their fathers; We never need to worry
about money. Between us, all we have to do is figure out the best we can do to help others, like our new buddies here. Apart from some hard
work, we gave something they could not have gotten for money and,
son, it’s all because of you.”

I scooted around-laying on all those chains was the most comfortable seating.

“What
I know and you don’t is…you’re lying to me. How do I know?
Well, I called Sean and found I wasn’t the first member of the
family to get in touch with him, to volunteer my bull meat to be in
one of his pictures…and of course you’d be there too. Not telling
me you did something, given our tight relationship is just like
lying. I won’t do anything without telling you and that goes for
what you will tell me. Tell you why. You know and I know we’re
kinda living on the edge of honesty, soldier here, business man and
fuck knows what may come up….I guess porn stars…but so we don’t
stumble over each other, we gotta know exactly what was said, to
whom, about what….I’m not saying you can’t, probably encourage
you to get into all the hell you want…BUT…you gotta tell me and
that’s not a question, that’s an order.”

I paused, found my smokes, lit one. “Damn, they did a fine job on you, almost worthy of a picture.” I found a key by the ash tray, the one that opened all the locks. I said nothing but randomly undid one, took it off, dropped it to the floor so you the ‘clunk’ of metal could not be missed. Finally, all that was left were his arms as well as the gag and the blindfold.

I gently released everything, rolled him over, still couldn’t speak or see, took him in my arms, pressed him to me, his arms went tightly around me. I released the gag, stuck a cigarette in it, lit it, sat him up on the bed, pulled myself up beside him, reached around and took the lock off the metal mask letting it fall in his lap.

There was a long silence, knew there would be but waited for him to break it. He did. Throwing himself into my arms, his tears running down my chest…all he could say was… “Dad, Dad..I love you so much.”

He couldn’t see me smile but he could feel a finger go up his tail, it was my assuring him all was well.

I leaned in to kiss him and that’s….when the electricity failed. Gotta say, and I couldn’t see it, as we wrestled our way from kissing to nipple chewing to cock sucking……in the candle light, I bet it looked sexy as hell. I knew what he wanted, got my bull cock hard, let him sit down on it facing me as he held on to my neck. We sat like that for a long time…..Father and Son enjoying something only two men can do…..his head on my shoulder felt just like a son’s should feel. I gently allowed our bodies to stretch out, my meat falling out of him but he was so relieved, so grateful to have a father who loved him he went to sleep in my arms…..

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