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  • The Kidnap Club

    Calvin’s pants were removed as Fredrick and Lance inspected his briefs clad body thoroughly for any trace of a drawn on flag symbol. His shirt had also been stripped away. After no trace of the symbol was found, he was rebound and his red tapegag was removed.

    “Alright Calvin, it’s pretty simple. When you’re gagged you stay quiet. When you’re ungagged I need answers. If you don’t answer, I will tickle you for increasing amounts of time. The sooner you tell me who the blue team flag is and where to find him, the sooner you’ll be placed back with the other prisoners and the interrogation ends.”

    Over at the other side of the room were Ian and Josh. Both also stripped down to underwear as well as tightly bound and gagged with red duct tape. Ian remained stoic and tried to retain some dignity while Josh struggled and moaned helplessly. Calvin had seen Josh tied and gagged numerous times, but this was the first time he’d seen Ian in a helpless state. It was almost unsettling to see the usually dominant man at the mercy of red team.

    “Josh over there already spilled a lot of information. Poor guy couldn’t hold his own” Fredrick taunted. Josh angrily shook his head and tried to tell Calvin something, but the tape held the words in his mouth. It was unclear whether Fredrick was bluffing in an effort to demoralize the prisoner.

    “First chance. Tell us now and you can skip the tickling entirely” Fredrick threatened. His hands took position right underneath Calvin’s armpits, as Lance knelt right behind the hostage. Breathing heavily, he braced himself, having no means of resisting. But Calvin wasn’t about to give up right in front of Ian and Josh without a fight. “Three, two, one” Fredrick said, before digging his fingertips mercilessly into the captive’s pits. Calvin let out a howl of laughter before Lance clamped a hand over his mouth and tightly held his chin, concealing a good deal of the noise. Even if he wanted to, Calvin wasn’t allowed to give an answer until the tickling stopped. A good minute of tickling took place as Calvin thrashed and his red teary face yelled helplessly into Lance’s hands, before the torture finally ceased.

    Lance kept a grip even after the tickling stopped. “Now then, Lance is going to release your mouth for a bit. If you say the wrong thing, the process is going to repeat itself, and this time it will be two minutes of tickling. After that it will be five, then ten.”

    Calvin endured, grasping onto his determination to impress Ian with his ability to stay quiet under pressure.

    After a good five minutes of tickling, Fredrick seemed frustrated and tired out. Calvin was completely exhausted. “Lets take a break with this one” Fredrick said to Lance. “None of them seem to want to cooperate.” Red tape was once again applied to Calvin’s mouth, he didn’t bother resisting. The prisoner once again secure, both of them stepped out of the room, presumably for a bathroom break or something.

    Sitting in tired silence appreciating the break from tickling, Calvin suddenly felt a pair of hands grabbing at his taped wrists. Kneeling beside him was Josh! Ian had a hopeful look of excitement in his eyes across the room. Josh must have somehow discreetly loosened his arm and leg restraints without Fredrick noticing. His limbs were free but his mouth was still taped and he was clad only in his low rise tighty whities. His finger went up to his taped lips signaling Calvin to stay quiet as Josh worked to get him free. Calvin’s tapegag was peeled off and loosened down to his neck.

    Footsteps approached.

    Thinking as fast as he could, Josh quickly plastered the tape back onto Calvin’s mouth, to his chagrin, and hid behind the door. Everyone in the room held their breath. If it was Fredrick then Josh was out of luck, he would be recaptured with ease.

    It was Lance. Josh was incredibly lucky that the person he now had to neutralize was the only guy in the Kidnap Club who was smaller in size than he was. Thinking on his feet, Josh grabbed the nearest sock he could find and shoved it into Lance’s mouth from behind. Both of them lost their balance and fell to the ground. Josh quickly rolled over onto Lance and straddled him while holding the sock tightly in his mouth. Lance called frantically out for Fredrick but the usually submissive Josh was doing a remarkable job of keeping his voice muffled and muted.

    Ian managed to scoot over and press his body weight onto Lance as well, allowing Josh to quickly grab the nearby roll of tape while keeping Lance’s mouth sock in place. All of them had to hurry because it was only a matter of time before Fredrick heard the muffled grunting. Josh quickly wrapped the tape around Lance’s head, keeping the sock in place before quickly wrapping his wrists and ankles together. Finally Josh could take the time to rip the tape off Ian and Calvin’s wrists.

    Ian grabbed the tape and quickly secured Lance a little more thoroughly before stuffing him in the closet. All three of them still gagged and clad only in briefs, Ian signaled for them to make a run for it.

    Calvin managed to grab only his jeans and hopped into them as he ran, also managing to peel the gag off his face. The three of them had gotten separated as the ran to different parts of the house to take cover and plan an escape. Tip toeing towards the backyard, he thought he might be able to slip out into the backyard and around to the front of the house without being noticed. Ian came from around the corner, without his gag but still clad only in his black briefs and followed. From the kitchen area they heard Josh’s gagged voice let out a startled laughter filled yelp followed by sounds of ruffling clothing and a series of fast movements. It was probably safe to assume Josh had accidentally run into Fredrick and was a hostage again.

    Unfortunately for Josh this was now an “every man for himself” sort of situation, they were outnumbered and had to save themselves. Fredrick was a formidable opponent and Jackie, Todd, and other red team members were presumably in the area as well. They’d have to attempt a rescue mission later on after they’d regrouped with other members of blue team. . Carefully, Calvin slid the glass door open and they crept into the backyard.

    Todd was there. Shit.

    “What do you think we do?” Calvin asked Ian. “We might be able to sneak by him undetected, but its up to you” responded Ian.

    Calvin suddenly felt himself run up to try and subdue Todd. This was the Kidnap Club wasn’t it?

    Todd was quite strong and Calvin was somewhat anticipating that Ian would be quick to help subdue him. Attempting to subdue Todd, Calvin tried to quickly grapple Todd and lock his arms in place.

    He miscalculated and now there was trouble. Big trouble.

    Todd easily broke free from Calvin’s grip. “The fuck are you doing?” He said, giving Calvin a firm shove. Ian finally arrived and successfully grappled Todd’s arms behind his back, but Todd was not in a playful mood. “Get the fuck off me, you guy’s know that I’m not a sub. I’m only here to capture others and this prick tries to get the jump on me?” Todd snapped, raising his voice.

    Ian released his grip on Todd and broke character. “Todd calm down, he didn’t mean anything by it. We’re all getting kidnapped here, as friends. I’m usually not submissive either but it’s a friendly game.” Todd wasn’t persuaded and continued to raise his voice.

    Jackie and Fredrick emerged from the house realizing there was now a situation, as did Ryan and Alex who must have arrived recently in an attempt to rescue their blue teammates. The flag game appeared to be temporarily suspended, as all were focused on diffusing the situation and none of the opposing members attempted to subdue each other.

    Todd was still glaring at Calvin in particular. “Well? Got anything else to say to me?” In retrospect Calvin probably should have relented and apologized at this point, but he felt a wave of defensive pride and the need to defend himself. “I’m sorry if you were offended, but like Ian said, it’s a competition where we all are fair game. I did nothing wrong” Calvin retorted.

    Todd’s eyes grew furious and he slowly moved forward with clear malicious intent. Jackie stepped in between and put his arm out, shielding Calvin and prompting Todd to pause. The others moved towards Todd but stopped as he did. “Todd, I’m warning you now, just calm down and let’s talk about this. If you try to hit him then things aren’t going to go the way you want them to” Jackie sternly said.

    Todd took hold of Jackie’s shirt and tried to pull him out of the way to get to Calvin. The smaller Jackie was thrown a bit but he aggressively pushed Todd back.

    With this display of aggression Ryan and Fredrick suddenly grabbed Todd, rushed him into the house as the others followed and wrestled him to the ground. The two were stronger than him and were able to tightly lock his arms and legs as they held him down on his stomach. “What the fuck! Get off m-“, Todd yelled before Ian knelt down and clamped a hand tightly over his mouth and grabbed the back of his head so he couldn’t pull away from it. “Todd I told you to shut your mouth. You’re going to attract unwanted attention from neighbors and potentially police. I’m not letting you go until you calm down.” Todd angrily grunted and squealed into Ian’s hand but he wasn’t getting free. “I already told you, this competition is fair game. When you first joined this club you also consented to capture just like everyone else.”

    Jackie readjusted his ruffled shirt, slightly exposing his stomach. Calvin was the only one glancing over at Jackie in this moment and noticed the bottom of a red flag marking on his upper left flank. Their eyes met and Calvin quickly averted his gaze, pretending he saw nothing. He didn’t feel confident that he successfully pulled it off.

    Todd stayed subdued and continued to struggle and grunt, but all of them successfully kept him restrained and silenced for a good ten minutes. Over time he seemed to be loosing steam and energy. Jackie knelt down and spoke to him as Ian continued to hold his mouth tightly. “You’re jeopardizing your place in this club right now. I don’t think any of us want to see you expelled. Let’s just be friends here. There’s no need to be so angry.”

    At last Todd relented and stopped struggling and grunting. They held him for a minute longer just to be sure but eventually Todd was released. Standing up, he faced Calvin. “Sorry Calvin. Sorry Jackie. It won’t happen again.” Both accepted his apology.

    “Maybe you should sit out for a little while. At least until the flag game is over” Jackie suggested. Todd agreed and headed out.

    Tensions finally began to simmer down and the game was ready to resume. “Alright, lets get a twenty minute head start to go our separate ways and regroup, then the game will resume” Ian said. Ryan came back from the kitchen holding Josh who was still wrapped up and gagged with red tape from being captured earlier. “Guess I’ll take this one back with us” Ryan laughed. Fredrick spoke up, “hold up, we only get a head start to retake our positions. We never said anything about freeing our respective prisoners. Otherwise you have to give us back Nate and Will.” “True. Sorry bud, he’s got a point” Ryan said to Josh, handing him to Fredrick. “Mmppphh!!” Josh clearly unhappy with this yelled into his tapegag. “Hush you” Fredrick said, disappearing with his captive.

    “Your shirts still in the bedroom from earlier, you might want to go get it” Jackie said to Calvin. “Though I certainly don’t mind you continuing to rock the shirtless look.” Calvin was flattered but headed to the bedroom to retrieve his shirt.

    Many thoughts raced through Calvin’s head. He still felt shaken from his encounter with Todd. He was very grateful that the others had rushed to defend him, especially Jackie.

    Wait. Jackie. The flag! He had to tell the others.

    He stopped before heading into the bedroom and turned around to see Jackie had followed him there. “Oh wait I just have to say bye to Ian real quick and make sure he got his stuff” Calvin said, moving to get by Jackie.

    Jackie put out his arm and stopped him from getting by. Calvin felt a hot rush as he realized what he was walking into.

    “Oh, no need, he already got his clothes and he shouldn’t be leaving just yet, you can just go get your shirt” Jackie said. Calvin nervously quipped, “Ah, well I should say bye to the others then!” Jackie gently placed his hand on Calvin’s stomach, taking light hold of him. Calvin wasn’t getting away.

    Slightly smirking, Jackie’s tone grew more teasing and softly said, “Calvin, it’s too late. Trust me, stay nice and quiet and go in the bedroom okay?”

    Calvin was emotionally captivated and helpless. He walked into the empty bedroom at Jackie’s command. The door was closed in such a way as to not make sound, Jackie gave a mocking smirk as he quietly locked the door behind them.

  • Icing on a chocolate beefcake

    Nelson couldn’t wait for the community center to reopen after months of confinement. Finally, on August 17, 2020, he was able to go back to the gym and do his 15 minutes of treadmill, followed by 20 minutes of stationary bicycle. Clients are asked to clean the equipment with water and a paper towel once they’ve finished their exercise. With inclination and speed set at 4, Nelson holds on to the dash board rather than to the handles or side bars, so he wipes them. Just has he was getting the toweling, he noticed a Black guy stretching out and immediately stared at his large peachy butt.

    When Nelson took place on the stationary bicycle, he set the resistance at 14 and started peddling. He has no smartphone to keep his mind busy, he enjoys doing crosswords and is pretty good at it. After 6 minutes of peddling, Nelson was all smiles; the Black guy was getting on the step bike right next to him, well roughly 2 meters apart. It didn’t take long for Nelson to focus on the rump roast bouncing up and down.

    If his new gym colleague had worn tighter jogging pants, they would have better highlighted the crack, thought Nelson. Putting aside the crosswords, he imagined how he would caress the peachy butt, even spank it, and, who knows, maybe feel a jockstrap under the pants… If that was the case, the ass would fuckingly be well-framed.

    Nelson had always been attracted to Black guys, not because of their reputed large joysticks; it’s their firm round butt that stirred his appetite for anilingus. He had to get the Black guy’s attention and make a discrete move. Unfortunately, his gym colleague kept staring at the ceiling while Nelson was staring at his rear end. They both finished their exercise at almost the same minute. Nelson was the first to get the spray bottle to clean the back and seat of his bicycle. While handing it to the Black guy, he impulsively made his move.

    “Can I make a compliment?”

    The Black guy seemed surprised: “What did you say?”

    “Can I make a compliment?”

    “I guess so.”

    “You have a nice ass.”

    A slight hesitation, followed by “Well… thank you!”

    They parted on that note. Nelson was afraid that he might have offended a straight guy – who often doesn’t accept a compliment that has a sexual overtone – but this Black guy seemed to appreciate it. The clock on the wall indicated 10:15 and Nelson planned to come back the next day at that time. We he arrived the following morning, the Black guy was already doing weights. Nelson glanced nonchalantly, checking the firm ass. He did his 15-minute treadmill program, then went to the stationary bike. After barely 8 minutes of peddling, he noticed the Black guy leaving the gym. “I must be here earlier tomorrow.”

    Good planning. Both ended up working out next to each other (2 meters apart). They discretely glanced at each other and Nelson took the lead.

    “Hi, my name is Nelson. Hope you didn’t mind me being a bit bold the other day…”

    “No, but it surprised me. My name is Mike. I never received that kind of compliment before. I guess you’re gay.”

    “One hundred percent, lol. And you’re probably straight, right?”

    “Well… kind of. I never had sex with a guy. Did fantasize though on being sucked, but not fucked.”

    “Not my intention to fuck you, but would love to caress, lick and eat your ass.”

    “What do you mean by eat my ass?”

    “Anilingus, rimming, twisting my tongue in your hole, can be so hot for both partners!”

    “You’re not afraid of tasting shit?”

    “Partners not only shower but douche before mouth-to-ass sex. Talking about shower, that’s what I plan to do in five minutes…”

    “I have eight more minutes of exercise.”

    When Nelson entered the locker-shower area, there was only one man and he was finishing dressing-up. Nelson took his time to undress and place his clothes and shoes in a locker. Once in the shower, he heard the noise of someone entering, hoping it was Mike. In less than two minutes, the Black guy was standing beside Nelson under the shower. He had massive pecs, huge thighs, thick but short cock and a fantastic large round butt. Awesome beefcake! Time for a first move.

    “Can soap your back if you want.”

    “OK, it’s pretty large.”

    “Will rub every centimetre. Can I go further down?”

    “I guess so. We seem to be the only ones in the shower area.”

    Nelson went to work, caressing more than rubbing. When he reached the plumy butt, he exerted more pressure, squeezing the loaves, then separating them to soap the crack and insert a finger in the inviting hole. Mike moaned and then turned around abruptly.

    “Can you suck me?”

    Nelson smiled and obliged. Mike exploded in 48 seconds.

    “Your cum has a wild taste. Now it’s my turn. Rinse your ass, dry up and bend down.” Mike did as he was told and Nelson started to caress, slap, and bite the huge offering. He pulled the balls, swallowed them before sliding his tongue along the crack, back and forth, slowly tickling the anus, spiting on it, licking it eagerly, then darting his tongue inside. His cock was hard and he positioned himself to put icing on the chocolate beefcake and to lick it with frenzy.


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  • Jus Primæ Noctis

    ≈ JUS PRIMÆ NOCTIS ≈

    ~ An unexpected visit ~

    Lord Gale, Earl of Gloucester, was nervously pacing his room wearing only a silk robe over his toned body. It had been two months since he made love to Aymar for the first and last time, and still memories of the guy’s naked flesh, his ass carved in marble and his intense, desperate kiss filled his mind and made his nights restless.

    He was the Earl, he could use and abuse his power to force Aymar to come back to Palace, but he promised not to do that, and Gale was a man of honour.

    «I will never see him again…» – he thought sadly, remembering how eager was Aymar to flee away from his room, after they made love. “I’ve been such a fool” – he murmured angrily to himself – “A fool, to think that he could…”

    He was snapped out of his thoughts by agitated voices coming from the corridor: “Stop!” – he heard his servant shout – “You can’t go there! Guards! Guards!”

    Lord Gale definitely wasn’t a fearful man: he quickly grabbed the dagger he kept near his bed and stood in front of the door, ready to attack the intruder. The door crashed open and a young man stormed in like a fury, soon followed by a bruised servant and an armed guard.

    The Earl gasped, recognizing the intruder: “Aymar!!”

    He quickly took control of the situation and addressed the pursuers: “Wait! Everything’s fine. No harm will come to me from this man, I know him. Leave us alone.”

    The servant and the guard reluctantly left the room and closed the door. Lord Gale looked at Aymar, who seemed desperate, more than angry, and patiently waited for the guy to explain the reason of such an impetuous and unexpected visit.

    Why me??” – Aymar said with strained voice when he could catch his breath.

    “What you mean?” – the Earl asked, puzzled.

    “Why did you call for me that night? There are millions of young guys in Gloucestershire! People get married every day! Why me?”

    Lord Gale lowered his eyes and remained silent, visibly uneasy; he took a breath, opened his mouth and murmured: “Please, Aymar…”

    “You knew my name, you knew where I lived and when I was getting married! So, why me, Your Grace?”

    The Earl raised his gaze and looked straight at Aymar: “Because to me you’re not one of the million young men living in Gloucestershire” – he said, and then moved near the window, giving his back to the guy. “We hold a fair every Thursday in the drill ground, people come from all over the county…”

    “Yes…” – Aymar replied – “I myself come here every week to sell our produce”.

    “I know” – Lord Gale said – “I noticed you. Many times I stayed at this window and looked at you skillfully dealing with the buyers, flashing your dazzling smile and flexing you powerful muscles. I sent out a servant to gather information about you. That’s why I know everything about you. And when I heard that you were about to get married, I… I decided…”

    “You decided to ruin my life!” – Aymar yelled, grabbing the man by his shoulder and throwing him on the bed. Lord Gale fell on his back on the mattress, and the silk robe opened up, showing his muscular legs and his remarkable manhood. He started to move, to get off the bed, but then he froze, looking at Aymar quickly stripping from his clothes.

    ~ A painful confession ~

    Before the Earl could realize what was happening, Aymar was over him, pinning down his arms with one hand and using the other hand to forcefully raise one of the man’s legs. Lord Gale looked down, between Aymar’s legs, and saw his manhood fully erected, ready to spear him.

    “I’m a man, Your Grace!” – the guy roared – “And now I’m going to do to you what you did to me!”

    “AAAARRGGHH!!” – the Earl screamed, when Aymar, with a single mighty thrust, sank his club deep inside the man’s unprepared hole – “Aymar, please… AAAAGGH!”

    “Now you know how I felt while you were stripping me from my manliness!” – Aymar yelled, with a voice streaked with desperation. “Why me? Why me?” – he went on crying out, his eyes welling with tears, while his loins pounded mercilessly on the Earl’s buttocks – “Why had you to do that?” – he whined, with his face streaked with tears, his hips now slowing down, until they stopped – “Why… Why had you to be… so tender, so caring?”

    “Because… I love you, Aymar” – Lord Gale replied under his breath.

    Aymar crashed down on the man, hiding his face on his chest and sobbing desperately: “Since that night I’m not anymore the man I used to be… I’m not anymore a man…!”

    Lord Gale held tight the sobbing guy into his arms, until he slowly calmed down and raised his head. There was such a painful insecurity in his eyes that Lord Gale’s heart went out for him.

    “What happened, will you tell me?” – the Earl kindly asked, while disengaging from under the guy and groaning for the pain coming from his hurting ass.

    “After that night, I waited forty days for my wife to… recover” – Aymar recounted – “I’d been told so by the elder women of the village. For forty days and forty nights I held my manly essence, saving it for my wife, and finally the time came to share again my bed with my beautiful spouse. I started making love to her, but it felt so different from the first time! It felt so different from any other time I’d laid with a woman! There was no magic, there was no sexual tension, I hardly could feel any pleasure…”

    Aymar looked at Lord Gale with shameful eyes: “…and I failed. I couldn’t be a husband for my wife”.

    The guy moved again over the man, who was lying beside him, and looked intensely at his eyes: “What have you done to me, Mylord?” – he whispered, and then closed his eyes and brushed his lips over the man’s, hesitantly, and then gave him a tender kiss. Their mouths ground to each other, their lips parted and a furious passion enflamed their tongues, that searched hungrily for each other.

    Lord Gale felt the guy’s hands gently pulling his legs up, and opposed no resistance when he felt again Aymar’s hard rod knocking again at his nether portal. This time there was no violence, no rush: Aymar penetrated the man with utmost gentleness, caressing his velvety insides with slow thrusts of his virile member. The Earl pressed his hands on the powerful hairy chest moving back and forth over him, feeling the bulging pecs and searching for the meaty nipples.

    “Ooohh…” – Aymar moaned when the man’s fingers trapped his sensitive titties into an exquisite vise – “What are you doing to me, Mylord…”

    Lord Gale tightened his legs around the guy’s waist, inviting him to go deeper, to fill every inch of him with his hot meat. Soon he heard Aymar’s breath becoming heavier, and felt his hips moving faster, pounding hard his buttocks at each thrust. The long rod repeatedly battered his inner button, making him inexorably climb to the peak of his pleasure.

    “Aaahh… Aymar… I’m about to explode… Yes… yes… AAAAHH!” – the Earl screamed, while a torrent of white cream erupted from his untouched cock. The man’s anal contractions pushed Aymar into the abyss: “Ohh… Mylord… I… NNNGGHH!”

    An unstoppable flow of male essence flooded the Earl’s inner cavity, while the two men held tight to each other, quivering and spasming in the ecstasy of their pleasure.

    When Aymar recoiled and saw Lord Gale’s chest covered with his own semen, he widened his eyes: “Have you sprayed your seed without even touching yourself, Mylord?”

    “It happens, when one is lain by a handsome, powerful man” – Lord Gale replied with a knowing smile – “Because that’s what you are, Aymar, never doubt it”.

    The guy smiled, but it was a bitter smile: “A powerful man who can’t satisfy his wife…”

    “Don’t say so, you just found another way to express your manliness…”

    Aymar shook his head: “No, Mylord. I’m a married man, a man who doesn’t break his vows. What happened today will never happen again”. The guy lowered his head to give one last, sweet kiss to the man, and Lord Gale was surprised to feel his own face wet with Aymar’s tears.

    “Farewell forever, Mylord” – the guy said under his breath, and then quickly got off the bed and dressed up, with hurried movements, as if he was afraid to change his mind. He was already with his hand on the door handle when he heard Lord Gale’s voice: “Remember my promise, Aymar. Whenever you need me, my door is always open for you. Tell me you will come back, sooner or later!”

    “I won’t” – Aymar replied, without turning his head. And off he was.

    ~ A valiant soldier ~

     

    City of Gloucester, Earl’s Palace, A.D. 1139

    True to his word, Aymar never came back to the Palace, and out of respect for his decision, Lord Gale never sent out his men to gather information about him. Two years, two long years had passed since they last met, and not a single day had passed for the Earl of Gloucester without him remembering with a pang of pain and a rush of desire his two briefs but intense encounters with Aymar.

    But that day Lord Gale had little time to think to his lost love, as the Northern borders were threatened by the enemy, and the King was having a hard time keeping his country and his people safe from the invaders. All the feudal lords faithful to the King had sent out their troops to help him fighting the last, decisive battle.

    In full uniform, he was nervously pacing the command room in the military barracks, waiting for news from the battlefields.

    The door crashed open and a messenger rushed in and knelt in front of Lord Gale: “Your Grace, the border is safe and the enemy has been defeated! The army is on his way back and will be here in about five days!”

    “Thank you, soldier” – the Earl replied – “When they arrive, alert me, as I want to review the troops and praise their valiancy”.

    After a few days, when the soldiers arrived, Lord Gale visited the military barracks and not only praised them all for their courage, but – being a considerate and good-hearted lord – he granted them a two-week paid leave. “Go back to your families” – he announced with a smile – “as the time for war is over, and it comes the time for love”.

    The soldiers exploded in joyful cheers, but Lord Gale noticed a man sitting aside in a corner, looking pensively at the floor. “Don’t you have a home and a wife to go back to?” – he said in a low voice, getting closer to the man.

    “Not any more” – he replied, raising his head. He was Aymar.

    Lord Gale stifled a gasp, but being in public he had to keep a formal attitude. “Stand up, soldier, and come with me”. He led the way to his private apartments, and when alone he could finally voice his surprise: “Aymar! My god, look at you, covered with bruises and dirt! Let me help you take your uniform off…”

    “Nnngghh…!” – Aymar moaned when the man removed his coat. “Are you wounded?” – Lord Gale asked with a concerned tone. “No, Mylord, I just took a couple hard blows, but the coat protected me”.

    “What you meant, you don’t have any more a wife and a home to go to?” – Lord Gale inquired, and a sudden pain appears in Aymar’s eye. He gulped hard. “There was a fire. It broke out when I was working in the fields. I realized what was happening when the flames reached the crops. I tried in vain to save the harvest, but the fire devoured it all. By the time I got back, my house was completely burnt down, and Gwen… my Gwen… had perished in the fire”.

    Aymar paused, looking down, then took a deep breath: “I lost everything, I had nothing left to live for. So, I enlisted in your Army to go into battle, I fought bravely, carelessly, as life meant nothing to me…”. He flashed a bitter smile: “…but all I got was high praises from my commander and a bunch of medals”.

    Lord Gale was speechless. “But why didn’t you come to me?!” – the man asked.

    “I… was scared”

    “By me??” – the Earl exclaimed, his eyes filled with surprise tinged with an inner pain. Aymar shyly looked at him and just briefly shook his head, remaining silent.

    The man took a deep breath, as apparently nothing more had to be said, at the moment. “Come, I gave orders to prepare my bath, but you definitely need it more than me”.

    ~ Soothing bath ~

    He gently pushed Aymar to the adjoining bathroom and helped him getting naked, not without shooting a few fleeting glimpses to his muscular body, his ass carved in marble and his long limp cock.

    When Aymar was immersed in the hot water, Lord Gale stripped to his underpants and knelt beside the tub, took a washing cloth and started rubbing gently the guy’s bruised skin streaked with dirt and mud.

    “Your Grace!” – Aymar exclaimed, surprised, looking at the powerful man humbling himself to service him – “I can bathe myself, I can’t have you do this…”

    “Please, let me, Aymar” – he replied with a pleading tone – “At least, don’t deny me this…”

    Though uncertain, the guy relaxed in the warm water and let the man bathe him. He basked in the pleasure of those kind hands lathing and rinsing his bruised skin, soothing the dull pain he was feeling in his aching muscles.

    Suddenly, his eyes snapped open and he looked between his own legs, where his virile member was proudly standing at full attention. He gasped, embarrassed: “I’m so sorry, Mylord! It’s been months since I last… I mean…”

    “Shh…” – Lord Gale said with a loving smile. His face moved toward Aymar’s until their eyes sank into each other’s: “As I said, the time for war is over. Now it’s time for love…”

    “Your Grace… I… I…” – Aymar said, tentatively, and a fleeting pain appeared into the Earl’s eyes: “Can’t you call me by name, when we are alone?”

    “I’m not sure I can, Mylord… You’re the Earl of Gloucester and I’m just a humble peasant…”

    “If I remember well…” – Lord Gale said with a loving smile, recalling the first kiss that Aymar gave him – “…that first night you didn’t have any problem calling me by name…”

    Their lips met in an exquisitely tender kiss, and Aymar felt something melting down, deep inside his soul. Those feelings, those yearnings that in the last two years scared him so much and he had strongly fought, suddenly seemed the only direction his life could take, the only things that really counted for him. He dropped any resistance and yielded himself to the Earl’s tender lips, to his fiery tongue… and his manly hand that slowly slid down on his abdomen and firmly curled around his throbbing member.

    “Mmmhh…” – the guy moaned, lost between the warm tongue exploring his mouth and the exquisite massage his enflamed manhood was receiving. That tongue and that hand were his entire world, in that moment, as everything else was just meaningless.

    When Lord Gale recoiled and moved his head down, above his rigid cock, Aymar looked at him with wide eyes: “Gale… what…”

    The man flashed him an urchin grin: “Let me do what I wanted to do since the first time we met…” – and with that, his lips parted and welcomed the hot wide mushroom head. Aymar’s hands gripped tight on the tub edges and he moaned loud, reclining his head, while his hips, as animated by a will of their own, started tilting back and forth, pushing his rod deeper and deeper into the man’s hot mouth.

    Never in his life Aymar had experienced what Gale was doing to him, as he was an honorable guy and only women of… bad reputation would do that to a man. And his sexual tension grew even stronger, when he felt a hand cupping his swollen balls, rolling them between the fingers and gently squeezing them.

    “Ah!” – he suddenly exclaimed when a finger brushed past his perineum and reached his nether portal, circling it and caressing the puckered, sensitive skin. But he didn’t open his eyes and didn’t close his legs, and when the long prying finger entered the most private part of his body, he welcomed it inside him with a long sigh.

    The hot mouth went on engulfing his engorged meat, while that finger reached deep inside him, touching him in ways that made his heart race. Moaning loud, Aymar kept his head reclined, his eyes shut, and his hands gripping on the tub edge, totally lost in a sexual cloud that swept everything else away from his mind. He felt his juice boiling in his balls, and tried hard to hold back, as he wanted that exquisite moment to never end.

    But when he felt more fingers crawling up his chest and take possession of his right nipple, he knew he was lost. The gentle rolling on his sensitive tit sent shots of irresistible pleasure down his groin, and he felt his own cock swell and throb, ready to shoot.

    “Gale… Gale, I’m about to spray my semen… Back off, I can’t hold back any more…”

    But the man didn’t back off: he was finally about to taste the essence of the man he loved, and nothing in the world could stop him. He pursed his lips tighter on the hard shaft and his tongue danced madly on the sensitive corona, until Aymar’s entire body stiffened and…

    “AAAAAAGGHHH!!” – the guy screamed, while his cock exploded in a forceful ejaculation, the most intense he’d ever experienced in his life. “Gale… Oh, Gale… Aaahh…” – he moaned, breathless, his entire body tense in the ecstasy of a seemingly endless climax. Not for a single moment the hot mouth sucking hard on his rod, the hand rolling his nipple and the finger relentlessly tickling his insides left his quivering body, and he felt his cock shooting, and shooting, and shooting, until not a single drop of his manly essence was left, and still his cock was twitching and throbbing.

    ~ Doubts and desires ~

    The silence fell in the room, and Lord Gale raised his head and looked lovingly at Aymar: “Thank you, Mylord…” – the Earl said with a smile, and Aymar felt his head even dizzier: “Why on earth are you calling me like that?”

    “Because I may be a powerful Earl” – the man replied with dreaming eyes – “and I rule over millions of people, but… you rule over my heart, Aymar. I’m yours, I’ve always been, since the day I first saw you at the fair, looking down from my window…”

    Lord Gale’s eyes became suddenly serious and hesitant: “Share your life with me, and I’ll share my life with you. If you don’t want, you know I won’t ever force you or even search for you, painful as it would be. But please, I’m begging you, stay with me…”

    Aymar remained silent, trying to grab the full meaning of Gale’s words. He silently rose from the bathtub, and toweled off, without ever breaking eye contact with the man, who was holding his breath, waiting for the guy’s answer.

    “You mean live here at Palace? As a… couple?” – he eventually breathed.

    “You won’t be the Countess of Gloucestershire, of course” – Gale replied with a timid smile, admiring the guy’s naked body – “as such a specimen of manhood could hardly be mistaken for a woman…”

    Aymar flashed his dazzling smile, as the Earl’s joke had partly lifted his doubtful mood.

    “We’d have to keep our love a well-guarded secret” – Gale added, more seriously – “but you would live here at the Palace, sharing my life… and my bed”.

    “But you’re the Earl, and I’m only a peasant, Gale… I’m actually even less than a peasant, as I lost my land, I have nothing…”

    “That can be easily fixed. The recent troubles at the border convinced me that I need a personal Guard. What you did in battle proves you’re well trained, you would perfectly fit the position, and no one would ever suspect anything”.

    Aymar’s eyes flashed with a sudden hope, while a timid smile appeared on his face, and Gale knew he was about to win the guy’s doubts… and the guy’s heart. “You will stay in my private apartments, in the bedroom next to mine” – the Earl added with a conspiratorial grin – “and you could come and go at will. These walls could witness things that would made a dead rise, and… Oh, bejesus!” – he suddenly exclaimed, blushing, looking down at his virile member making a tent inside his loose underpants. He raised his embarrassed gaze to Aymar, but the guy was smiling. And despite the recent wrecking orgasm, his manhood came back to life.

    Without a word, the guy took Gale’s hand and led him to the bed. There, he unlaced the string holding the pants and let them fall to the floor. He then climbed on the bed, lying on his back, and held his legs up and apart, offering what he had most precious to the man.

    “Is this a ‘yes’, Mylord?” – Gale breathed, getting on the bed and kneeling between the guy’s splayed legs.

    “Yes, oww… yessssss!” – Aymar gasped, ecstatic, when the Earl’s thick manhood filled every inch of his most guarded cavities, joining their bodies and their souls for the life.

    *****   *****

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    A few final words from the Author

    Anyone remotely interested in history will easily realize that this story contains very few correct historical references, starting with “Your Grace”, a title reserved to Dukes and not to Earls. The “Jus Primae Noctis” itself, as a matter of fact, is more a myth than documented history; and never existed an Earl of Gloucester named Gale.

    The villages of Blackwells Ends and Maisemore do actually exist in Gloucestershire, England, and are at convenient “galloping” distance from the city of Gloucester, though I haven’t the faintest idea whether they existed in the middle-age.

    But this is the beauty of fiction: we can bend reality and even history to our needs, for our writing and reading pleasure.

    Hunknown


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  • Dominating a Neighbor

    “Don’t look at me. I’m not ready to marry him.” Those words echoed in my head. Later afternoon after sleeping in Kyle’s childhood bed with him, I left him to his family to return home. Kyle had come back a few days later, and I had just thrown a tremendous fuck into him. He was sleeping on my chest. I had said those words to Mick, the brother. They had been surfacing in my head occasionally, but now that he was with me, they were echoing a lot.

    Damn, was I seriously considering marrying him? The thoughts helped me hold back as he worked my cock with desperate expertise. Usually it was force of will, this time, it was my questioning marriage. I had come to accept that I was in love with him. Now a flippant remark was troubling me. A flippant remark I had made. What was I going to do with this? It was too early to propose. A few months is not enough time, not enough time at all.

    I raised my hand to my forehead. I had to give this idea up. As great as it felt with Kyle, I could not rush things. I had to remain in control of myself and my sub. It was fucking hard. A change could be due. Move our relationship a bit further. Have him move in. He was here most of the time already. It was easy with his place across the way. But that brought up a different problem. Full time slavery was a big step. He had been submissive when I met him. In his mind that was for some fun, to play. It became bigger under my tutelage. Going from a sub who could and did go home to recoup to one who had to be a slave at all times. There was a big mental shift between the occasional scene and waking up to it every day.

    I couldn’t do it to him. In a pure vanilla relationship, moving in would be on the table, maybe. Quick for sure, but possible. He was my slave, and taking him so deep this quickly was wrong. He needed more time. Kyle had to be deeply acclimated to being my slave before I could get him to that step. That left so much in the dust, I could not rush him. Not at all. He would jump at the chance, but I had to think beyond his quick answer. It was my responsibility to think for his best interests. I had no choice in this matter. If I was going to be a Dom, be his Dom, I had to look out for him.

    I had to shove all of this aside. Men do not go jumping after every thought that passes into their mind. That’s what boys do. I shifted, Kyle tightened on me in his sleep. Such a sweet boy. I let him sleep and continued fighting my thoughts.

    When it came time to wake, Kyle used his mouth and hands to get me very hard. He was slightly confused when I dragged us out of bed to start on breakfast. Puzzlement behind his eyes amused me. Kyle was casually sexy as I cooked and we ate. He was showing me he was open but leaving it to me to decide. I set him to tidy up, he was surprised when I came up behind him as he was doing dishes. My two hands down his bare back, he straightened some. My hands went to his glutes and pulled them open. My hard cock targeted his asshole.

    I slide in with an ease that only came from the familiarity of time. Strange hole is fun, but nothing beats the hole that is home. Damn, that sounded corny in my brain to me. His hands moved in the sink of water, splashing some. He pushed back, wanting me. In the midst of him doing the mundane housework for me, he was getting slowly fucked. Fucking he loved, housework not so much. But as I pumped in and out of him, letting him feel every inch, he was being trained to do as I wanted. And I was enjoying him. This is one of the best parts of training any boy, by fucking him. I ran my hands over his chest. Pinching his nipples caused his body to twist, a whimpering groan came out of him.

    Kyle was humping air as I humped him. I ran my hands down his abs, feeling him, his cock slapping against them. I split over his pubes and down his hips, grabbing his thighs under his balls and squeezing. Lifting him up slightly. I pulled his legs a bit wider and rutted stronger. Kyle’s feet left the floor a few times. My lifting made it seem my cock was levitating him. It was great, he was mine and I loved him. I had admitted I loved him and feeling his warm ass around my cock was incredible. He seemed to have special muscles massaging my prick, ever since I had started fucking him, it got better each time. I’d never get tired of sheathing my cock in his magnificent ass.

    I knew I was wearing him out some, his breath was being more ragged. He had cum, I felt the thick wetness, but he kept the work going to please me. Such a good sub. Always make sure the Dom’s pleasure is total. A shift in his muscles told me he was wearing out. His body was reaching the end of what he could take from me. I had been fucking him hard, and he had been doing his damnest to keep up. I was ready to cum, so I came in him. I let him down, and lean against him, pushing him against the sink. He fell a bit, so I pulled him to me, leaving my cock inside him.

    I let him catch his breath feeling me. When he did, I patted him on the ass to finish the dishes. Chores like that may not be his favorite thing, but he had learned to accept that he would be doing my housework and whatever errands I sent him on. He didn’t complain to me. I could see his exasperated looks when he didn’t think I was watching him, but he did as he was told. Kyle slipped into obedience like a comfortable sweater. I had seen it at the start, and helped it grow. First more sexual, since that directly excited him. Then other things, so he got the idea they were tied together. At first, I’d do something sexual with him as soon as he finished a task. That trained him to see working for me as erotic. Now I could simply order him to do something and he would.

    When Kyle finished, he came over and gave me a peck on the cheek. I could tell he was mentally figuring out where to put himself in relation to me.

    “Why don’t you head home for a bit?” I asked him.

    “I like being with you Master” That was fair, I had asked him a question. It wasn’t back talk.

    “I’m sure you need to take care of some things.”

    “Not really Master, everything is tidy as you like it. I’ve been a good boy keeping it that way.”

    I looked at him. He was probably right. I had inspected a few times, and after a few disciplinary actions for what I saw as less than perfect work, he had kept up admirably. And he had been away for a few days. “Oh, all right.” I held my arms out to him and he snuggled against me. I had given in. I doubt he noticed. I liked things my way, but I wasn’t a dictator. In my head however, I had wanted time away from him and not enforced it. Kyle couldn’t see my face or ready my mind, but it was a bitter pill for me.

    The next few weeks were rough on me. Not anything Kyle did. Kyle was doing great. He felt closer to his family, even got a promotion at work. He came home excited, telling me that he felt so much more confident at work knowing he had me behind him. He recounted a couple instances where he was stressed from his job, not sure if he could make deadlines, but his time with me gave him the wherewithal to do it. He could let go and obey. He knew if he made a misstep, I would support and buoy him.

    I had plans one Saturday that didn’t include him, and he took the opportunity to clean my rugs. I came home to things out of order, but was surprised to find Matt helping Kyle put things back after the project. Matty had talked Kyle into donning a pair of panties as well, and they were giggling at some joke when I got in. I looked at my boys as they kept laughing and scrambling to my feet to greet me as their lord returning home. Each kissed a foot and looked up at me, still gigging at whatever was amusing them so much. “You keep going boys.” I said with a wave of my hand. They returned to putting everything in order, and I watched them. They were enjoying each other.

    Matty. That was another problem I would have to face if I moved Kyle in. What was I going to do with Matty and my other subs? Kyle was acclimated to them now, and I didn’t care for any of them any less than before. Was it fair to them for me to break things off because Kyle was becoming more important in my life? Was it fair to Kyle to keep up with them? When I was completely single, I could do as I wished. Having Kyle in my life was making things more complicated. I could not move him in without it affecting all the rest. Being the Dom does not mean I can make changes. My changes echoed to them all.

    I was half listening to them as I watched them in panites. I could not make heads or tails of what they were finding so funny. It had to be something from their constant texting and emails. I was an outsider. Nice to see a couple of subs getting along so well. They finished up and approached me together. Without stopping their giggling, each straddled one of my legs where I was sitting on my computer chair and rubbed their pantie clad asses on me. They were trying somewhat unsuccessfully to stop their laughing. I sat back and let them go at it. They looked at each other and both lost it, hysterics of laughter wracked both of them. They worked to keep going on my legs, holding onto each other. I admitted to myself I was lost at what was tickling them so much, so I kept a distant paternal look on my face. My boys laughed looking at me, some Doms would get upset at that, but there was no way I could chastise my boys for enjoying themselves so much.

    They did manage to get themselves under control, and become more sensual in their grinding. In tandem, they leaned forward and each kissed a check, running their hands over my chest and sides. Two slaves working on me felt great, and I let them. They were having a great day, so there was no reason to interfere. I was reaping the benefits of their efforts. My boys removed my shirt and began on my nips.

    It was remarkable how in sync they were. Their tongues and teeth doing almost the same thing at almost the same time. Still working together, they both lifted one of my arms and ran their tongue up the side of my pec and started licking my pits. Not something I got into a lot, but this was magnificent with the two of them. I let some moans escape, and I knew they reveled in it. I felt both of them make a different move. I guessed they grasped hands happy they had made their Master happy.

    Having cleaned my pits, they worked tongues down my sides. That tickled a little, but since they had their faces to my body so I could be more loose in my expressions. Matt moved to my navel and began to stick his tongue in it. He really went into it. Not something most guys did, and it was a nice sensation. Kyle was using my distraction to work on undoing my trousers. I lifted my hips so they would slide off. I was hard. Most of my hardness was plainly attributed to what they were doing to me. Some from my excitement of having two of my boys were working fantastically together. I had a boner based in part on paternal pride.

    Physical sex is great, but there is nothing like it when the sex is flavored with your total control over your partner. Or partners. My cock being free, Kyle was licking up and down my shaft, over my balls. Matt stayed on my belly button, and it was a most unusual sensation. Each was running one hand on a leg, the other up my torso. I stretched out more. The service of two of my slaves pleasing me immensely. Usually I directed how everything went, but they were doing such a great job, there was no reason to. I shifted my head to watch them work. I saw the secret signal they had worked out between themselves for them both to get onto my cock. My face broke into a broad grin. They had arranged things very intricately. Matt moved down to put a wide tongue over my glans as Kyle flicked over my shaft. To myself I admitted I had no idea what they had coordinated before I arrived and what felt spectacularly good by pure luck.

    I caught that Kyle’s eyes reacted to something and he moved to my balls, taking wide laps. Matt was running his widened tongue in circles over my cockhead. This was going to go on for a while. Not that I had any objection. They took their time. Each languishing on a very special part of my body. Minutes of this was divine. I almost didn’t see the subtle signal they exchanged before running their tongues on opposite sides of my shaft to switch positions. Switched positions and techniques. Pointed tongues making small quick movements. I could spend time trying to figure out what their code was or I could enjoy what they were doing. I opted for enjoyment. Once this movement was thoroughly done, they switched to my thighs. Teeth can add that slight twinge of pain, accentuating the pleasure, and both of them did. Sometimes one, sometimes the others, sometimes both or neither. I can take some pain, but what they were doing was nothing like that, it was an addition. A most erotic addition.

    Two tongues up my shaft, and they began to alternate in proper sucking. One taking in his mouth and the other running support on my pole or balls. If I didn’t know better, I would swear they shared the same brain. It was like one mind was directing both. Their hands were busy feeling over me. All great, so very great. Two expert cocksuckers doing their best for their Master. There were some differences in their technique, and that accentuated things.

    They started sucking shallow, going deeper and deeper. Working harder and harder to please me. Synchronicity, lips and throats working on my cock. Kissing over my dick, sounds of their enjoyment. Switching from one to another whose mouth was on, sliding like they were kissing each other. Hands on my balls. The spare mouth taking place on my balls.

    From an almost leisurely pace, they picked up the intensity. After enjoying their attentions they got to the real activity. My boner was a racetrack for them to speed on. And they both were going, determined to which of them will be the cause of my orgasm. I wanted to cum, been wanting to cum for a while. My stamina kept me from doing it. It was a temptation, a strong temptation. Either one of them would get a man to cum in short order, and the two of them working in perfect harmony was out of this world.

    My boys knew my body and my reactions. I knew they were aware of the signs I was getting close. They were excited to have me so close, I could feel that in them, and it fed back to me. “Unnnggghhhhh!” I came. I came big. All over their faces. The two of them got in the firing zone of my pistol going off. Strings of cum covered their faces with the broad smiles they were wearing. Laughter again, as they grasp hands in victory. They made Master cum. Master enjoyed it, and now Master needed to breathe.

    Looking up at my boys, they were licking my cum off the other’s face, alternating licks. Giggling at the same time. They were having the time of their lives. No way I was going to interrupt that. Once they had lapped up the cum, they knelt at my feet, each putting their head on one of my thighs. I ran one hand over each head, caressing my good boys. “That was quite remarkable. I suspect you have some idea of how coordinated you were, and I don’t mind telling you that you succeeded admirably.” I smiled at them. They glowed, each hitching up at my praise. “That was the best double header I’ve ever had. Hands down. My boys did themselves, and me, proud.” Both hugged a leg.

    “Master, We had been planning this. We worked out stuff for you.” Matty said. “Kyle had a lot of great ideas.”

    “Matty came up with most of them.” Kyle smiled at his brother slave.

    “However you did it, it was amazing.” My praise is what they really wanted. They had earned it. I wouldn’t tease them with how they were going to top it, no reason to push them. When they would be coming up with the idea on their own, I didn’t have to.”

    “Surprised to see me Master?” Matty gave me a grin like a 10-year old, looking up at me.

    “I am. Pleased, but surprised. You and my Kyle must have planned it.” I keep my face from revealing my slip of ‘my Kyle’. Neither indicated they noticed, but I did, they may have taken it as the “my” of possession, but that is not what I meant.

    We got to talking, Matty telling us about his travels and catching us up on things. Catching me up, rather. Kyle knew and added to Matty’s stories. I had no concerns of their friendship, it added to my tribe for the subs to know and like each other. I took a less active role in guiding things throughout the evening, letting their friendship lead the conversation. I felt like a father watching his sons. But not enough to prevent my fucking them later that night. It was more fun as they showed more how their signal system worked. I got the benefit, and I could look forward to much more.

    Once they each had one of my loads up their ass, we all lay back. One on each side of me. I looked at them falling asleep leaning on me. What would my marrying Kyle do to Matt? I had taken responsibility for Matt, so whatever I did I had to be sure all my boys were taken care of. Would I be releasing them and finding them new Doms? As much as I loved Kyle, I really wasn’t sure I could give the others up. But as a married man, I had to have loyalty to my husband. I could not simply have my dick in other dudes. Fuck my heart had put me in an impossible position.

    Matt’s visit was for three days, and it was very fulfilling for all of us. I didn’t try to break their signal code, yet completely enjoyed it, let them have it all. I even let them have a ‘date’ with each other. Dinner and a movie without me.

    It was nice to have alone time with Kyle again, after Matty left. I could tell Kyle missed him. I kept him suitably occupied, but he had every right to miss his friend. As the months went on, Matty’s visits not only became more frequent, but Kyle was the one who told me he would be coming.

    Sending Kyle on an errand to pick up dinner one night, I checked in with Matty. He was over the moon for Kyle, but as a fellow sub, not a partner. Sexually, he was all mine. He was still my submissive. Kyle was his best friend. I would have Matty alone by sending Kyle to his apartment. He needed time alone with his Master. Sending Kyle to his place is not something I could do if he lived here. What the fuck was I going to do?

    Months with Kyle only made things better. He got over one of his few failings. I knew he still didn’t like it when I sent him to his apartment until I called him back, but he accepted it better. At least on the surface. That’s what I needed, and I couldn’t expect him to like it in his heart. Sometimes I did it to prove to myself I could. I kicked myself when I spent long minutes looking at the window towards his apartment. Not through the window, at the window. Made me feel stupid. Since I was alone, I could afford to be vulnerable. Only to myself, but vulnerable.

    At breakfast one day, Kyle casually mentioned his lease was up. He wasn’t dropping a hint, just going over his daily life. I remarked it didn’t seem like a year since he moved there, and the subject moved on. After I kissed Kyle goodbye so he could go to work, I lay on the sofa with my hands over my eyes. I needed to get him to move in with me. I’d been considering it for a good, long time now, and it made no practical sense for him to renew.

    When he got back that night, I told him not to strip, but to sit next to me. He was confused, but obeyed. Then began the most delicate conversation of my life. From his obeying me, I had to get him to feel like he could say no. Moving in and being a full time slave was not a one or the other type of proposition, it was both or neither. He would still be going out, working, visiting friends and family. But I would have jurisdiction over more of his life. I kept him quiet as I went over things. Encouraging him to ask questions. The act of moving in would change things. He was basically living here, but he had a bolt hole. That would go away. I would be sure he had downtime and the ability to put things on pause.

    I discussed my other boys. How I could not give them up, and I had to make sure they got private time. I made him an offer, I wouldn’t go looking for new slaves, but since it’s possible one would present himself, I would let Kyle have input. Decision would still be mine, but I’d listen to him. I refused to let him answer. I told him he had time, and to take it. I would order him to take walks in the neighborhood without me and think things over.

    I knew he would move in. I wanted him to. He wanted to. That was not the point. He had to go over everything. I took one night and went over all the things that could go wrong. From the simple to the complex. I didn’t let him respond, to keep them all in his head. He was so dependent on me, I had to be sure he was fully aware of everything. It would have been easy to order him to move in. He would have. But I’m his Dom, and my duty is to look out for him. He had to know I was. More importantly, I had to give it my all. I could not take advantage of him. Even with a forgone conclusion. If he ever looked back, he would never be able to say I was anything but totally above board with him. When the sub cannot make the proper decision for himself, the Dom has a higher bar of duty. I scrutinized Kyle more than ever before to assure myself that he was as onboard with this in his deepest soul as he was on the surface.

    Once the decision was made, we moved more of Kyle’s clothes in, as well as some assorted items to make it easier on him and he left his own place until we had a weekend to clear it out. My Mickey (my silent cleaner), Matty, and Vince the pup came over to help. Vince even brought his new handler, Jason. I’d met Jason a few months back, and approved of him very much. He had taken an earnest interest in handling Skipper, Vince’s pup persona. And the two were now a serious item as a couple. After Vince told me that, I arranged a coffee with Jason who showed up looking sheepish.

    I was able to relieve Jason when I told him I was fine with how things were going, I thought he was doing a great job, and I would be willing to give ownership of Skipper over to him. I could tell that was not what he was expecting. “It’s what’s right for Vince and Skipper. That has to be my priority. I want to puppy sit every so often, but I won’t get in the way of his happiness.” Vince and Jason both looked at me as a father figure.

    We made quick work of emptying Kyle’s apartment. Some things went to mine (ours), the rest to be sold off. Mickey took charge of the final cleaning. Jason and Matty were taking the last truckload and I presented myself “So what should I be cleaning?”

    Mickey looked at me like I had just hit him with a fish. “Master, you can… you can… err.” He took a swallow. “Watch over and see if we miss anything.”

    “No, this isn’t a scene. I’m helping, tell me what you want me to do.” I looked at him. Kyle and Vince were frozen, open-mouthed.

    Mickey took a deep breath. “Wash down the cabinets. Inside of them. On the tops as well. Then be sure the oven is spic and span.”

    “Sure thing.” I got going. I could see the three of them looking at each other.

    This was the first time I had seen Mickey be in charge of something, and once he got over the hump of telling me what to do, he did a fantastic job. Sure, I got the easier parts, but he kept us all busy. When Matt and Jason returned, there wasn’t much left, mostly the carpets. The agent would be by tomorrow for the walk through.

    We closed up and headed to my (our) apartment. I ordered pizza and we all had a beer. Vince was sitting on the floor, one arm over Jason’s legs. “I feel a bit weird being the only guy here to doesn’t call you ‘Master’.” Jason remarked.

    “And you’ll have to get used to it. These are my boys, or were.” I gave a big smile to Vince at that who hugged his handler’s legs. “You are a handler, not a sub. In fact.” I reached over to pinch Matty’s cheek. “This one needs to get down to his panties.”

    “Oh, Master.” Matt got up and stripped, to joyful exclamations of the others. Lavender, his panties were lavender. Kyle pulled the waistband out and snapped it back. “Owe. Stinker.” Matty grabbed Kyle into a headlock and noogied his hair. More laughter from them all.

    Mickey looked on like a parent or teacher. And I saw him relax. Good. He never got the chance to interact with my other boys, I wanted him to be at ease with them. We all continued to laugh until the doorbell rang. Everyone stopped and looked at me. “Matty, get the pizzas.”

    “Yes, Master.” Matt got up and took the cash for a tip from my hand. I wasn’t being cruel to Matt. He loved being in panties and having someone see him that way. No desire to be feminized, only to wear the panties in front of someone. He did have an exhibitionist streak. This was not the first time I’d had him answer the door like this. Only the first time I’d done it with his friends also watching.

    We all heard the choke of the delivery guy and more laughter rolled. Bringing the pizzas back, I could tell Matty enjoyed that immensely. Mickey would not have been comfortable naked with the rest, and I’m not sure how Jason would have felt. So I left it at a mostly-naked Matt. I was called Master and was definitely in charge, but the conversation was a group of friends otherwise.

    Mickey, Vince, and Jason did need to go after a while. Matty got up too. “I’m going to head out. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He looked into Kyle’s eyes before kissing him on the forehead. That look told Kyle not to protest. I had arranged this with Matt before. I wanted to be alone with Kyle in our apartment alone the first night.

    After we had waved goodbye, I turned Kyle towards me and kissed him deeply. His hands ran up my back, mine up his. We went on for some minutes before I led him to the bedroom. I pulled his clothes off him, he pulled mine off me. We got on the bed and rolled around kissing each other, our hard dicks smearing precum. I kissed down Kyle’s neck, all the way to his left nipple and bit it gently. My hand caressing the other. He moaned and writhed under me. I switched and bit the other nipple.

    I ran my chin up the center of his chest, up his neck, over his lips, letting him feel my stubble. I kept going forward as my cock moved up as well. He knew what was coming. Trailing pre-cum my cock made it to his face, and his mouth opened to catch it. I was on my knees, legs spread wide as my cock made it into his mouth. My torso over him. He expected me to facefuck him in this position, but that didn’t happen. It took it slow, letting him work my cock. He was opening his throat at first, but soon realized this was going to be gentler. Having learned to pick up on my wants quickly, he languished on my cock, moving his tongue and lips on it. I slowly moved in and out of his mouth.

    Kyle was skilled, and with me, he had learned stamina. Doubtless he was anticipating me getting rougher, but he knew me well enough that I could be tough, but not impossible. He had surrendered so much to me. I looked down to see him concentrating. He was focused on my prick, and would accept whatever happened. No roughness tonight. I pushed in and ground my hips around in circles, his breathing was restricted, but I had caught him practicing holding his breath. He did that for me, and I exercised it. Not too long tonight, only enough to get him to use it.

    My dick slipped out of him as I slid down his body, his lips dragging my abs and chest. I got him into a renewed kiss, putting my hands behind his back and lifting him. I like the heat from his body. For the first time in my life I let a man move in with me. As a partner. I had taken the plunge. I had hidden my fear from myself pretty well, but it was there. Pushed aside, but here kissing him, fear gripped me. I had to make this work. If it failed, it was on me. He was being obedient, his obedience meant problems were mine to fix, mine to take the blame. I could not lay anything at his feet, it was all mine.

    I moved back, spreading his legs wider, lifting them. I aimed my cock at his hole. I was going to fuck him. His eyes showed his eager anticipation. I entered him smoothly. I was going to marry this man. I knew it. He didn’t. It was going to happen. This was our first fucking as a live in couple. Not fucking, love making. I was making love to my sub, the man I would stay with forever. I couldn’t say it to him, but it was true. I made it all the way in him. I stayed there, letting him feel me. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling the hairs that covered him so nicely. My slave.

    Kyle was looking at me in admiration and submission. His ass working my cock proving his continued dedication to my pleasure. What we all wanted in a mate. I ground around a bit, moving my dick in him, letting him feel it. He smiled at me, I smiled back. I did some hip bumps on him, more shoving my fully-sheathed cock further in. Like I wanted a tighter bond, and even tighter bond. We were close and that made sex so much better. I hid from him my marriage plans, that needed to continue in my mind only, but I made love to him like I would a husband.

    I began to thrust for real, pulling out and going back in. The fucking was an expression between two men, a physical manifestation of linkage. His ass always felt magnificent, and this time, with him here with me for good, it was even better. I was going in deeper, my fucking drawing us closer. I reached down and took his cock, stroking it. I heard a different intake of breath from Kyle. Stroking him like this was not something I did a lot. This needed to be a special time for him. His whole body quivered. My tenderness was not lost on him. He may not know all the reasons, but he was enjoying it.

    “It’s OK, you can shoot.” I looked down at him. I could tell he was close, trying to hold back. Not something he was good at. My words were all he needed, and came. I came as well, the tightening of his ass giving me the trigger I needed. I didn’t want to hold back. I wanted to do this together. Kyle’s own orgasm delayed him realizing it had happened at first, and when he did, I almost felt the emotions he did. I eased down to lay on him, wrapping him in my arms. I couldn’t say the words now, he wouldn’t either.

    I shifted so we were laying next to each other, petting him quietly so he would fall asleep. He wiggled a bit. This was not how we usually ended a fucking. It was this time. Like a good slave, he accepted it, I remained quiet, so did he. Sleep did not take long to encompass him. As he softly breathed, I looked at him in the dim light. I was going to live with him forever.

    I dozed as well. In the very early hours of the morning, I woke up. I let my thoughts have free reign. I was satisfied with him moving in. I’d give it a year or so before I seriously considered asking him to marry me. And it would be me asking. Even slaves had the right to decide who they would marry. Now I had one sticking point to work through, Matty. There was an outside possibility that the friendship between Kyle and Matt would go further. Might need to go further. If it wasn’t for me, they would be on a trajectory for being a couple. All they had to do was meet. I had made that happen, not expecting them to mesh so well. It would still take time for them to develop into something that was truly deep. So I had time. I’d encourage it. Kyle was mine, Matty was mine. Together they could both be mine. A bit of a long shot, but two slave husbands was an intriguing idea. Any part of that was in the future. A future a good bit away. No rush, no rush at all.


    I hope you have enjoyed this story, which is finished. At least for now. In the future, Matty and Kyle will grow closer, encouraged by Max. Such things can work, and work very well. But take effort from all involved.


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  • Chai guy

    On my way to work I stopped at a local donut shop and ordered a chai. I noticed the tall drink of eater on the back would stare at me and not look away when I noticed. I returned to this shop several times a week: hey the chai was good and the hot guy working there was even better to look at. He was probably mid to late twenties, 6 feet tall or so, Latino feature which I loved (dark hair dark eyes goatee) and a nice body from what I could see through his tight white t shirt. I was 15 or so years older than him so I just enjoyed the glances. Besides I’m always on my way to work. But when I always wore something to show off my assets just for fun.

    One day I left work early and was driving home past the shop and I saw this guy walking down the street. It was super hot that day so I pulled over in to a parking lot and when he walked by I said “hey man you need a ride?” At first he looked at me

    Like I was a pervert. “I’m in your shop a lot-you know they chai guy? And thought since it was hot to see if you wanted a ride” his face changed when he recognized me. “Oh yeah man that would be good if you’re ok with that. I’m not too far from here”. “Sure get in-the ACs cold” I cringed as I felt like a dad making a dad joke. He jumped in. “Tony” he says sticking his hand out. “Brian” I said in return. “So Mr Tony, where are we going?” “Vine street -2242 Vine street” I popped that in to my GPS and we were off. GPS showed it was only a 8 minutes drive so I had to come up with something slick in 7 minutes. “Car trouble?” “Nah my roommate had to go to work early so I didn’t have a ride.”

    “Girlfriend working?” I asked, pryingly. “No, no girlfriend!”

    Nice!

    We arrive at his place and pull in to the parking lot. “Thanks man I really appreciate it!”

    “No problem” I say defeatedly

    He looks over at me and says “you want to come up for something to drink? Beer? Or…whatever?”

    I see a glint in his eyes

    “Sure. That would be nice” and we head up stairs to his apartment.

    He get in and go into his kitchen. “Damn I’m still hot as hell” he says as he takes off his t shirt to reveal with tank top underneath. He grabs a beer and hands it to me. “Just water would be fine-I still have to rice him and it’s rush hour and all” I say.

    He hands me a bottle of water and stares at me. I’m a middle age guy, good looking but not a model. I’ve been called a DILF on more than one occasion. I have the short beard, little belly and hairy chest legs arms…the works. I look very straight for la k of a better term. he just keeps staring and smiles

    “So, how does a young good looking guy like you not have a girlfriend?” I ask testing the waters

    “Meh not my thing right now” he says

    “Want to play some games?” He points to his system attached to the tv. “Sure but I’m not very good” “we’ll practice for a while-I’m gonna get a shower. I smell like donuts don’t ya think?” He leans in real close. “No think you smell fine. But feel free to take a shower if you want. I’m gonna try to figure out this game” I said ironically.

    He leaves and come back out about 25 minutes later wearing only a pair of shorts. His body was magnificent. Tall and toned, swimmers build, slight chest hair patch and smooth all the way down to his belly button when a small black, albeit trimmed forest erupted above his wait line. Nice hairy legs and wearing obvious no underwear.

    “So Mr Brian, anything else I can get you?” He asks as his dick throbbed under neath his shorts.

    “What do you have in mind?” I ask.

    He walks up and out his crotch in my face. “Do I still smell like donuts?”

    “You smell nice actually” as I stand up and face him. Whose going to make the first move? I wondered silently. We’re at a stand off so I reach up and rub his scruffy face. “Nice scruff”

    He reaches up under my shirt and rubs my hairy stomach “You too” he says with a grin. He instantly kissed me punishing my mouth with his tongue. I return the favor for a few minutes the start kissing his chest and nipples then work my way down to his fuzzy belly button when he stops me and pulls me up. He pulls up my shirt to reveal my hairy chest.

    “Dam. I’ve been wanting to see that for a while” as he starts rubbing my chest

    “Have at it” He clamps down on my nipple and my body tingle. My pants tight with an erection. He works my nipples for what seems like hours but was only minutes. I enjoyed it so much I didn’t notice his dick sticking out of his waistband.

    When I notice it I knew I had to taste it. I bent down and pulled off his shorts. My dick is large-I get complimented on it every time. But his cock was on a different level. It was probably 10 inches long, decently thick with a great upward curve. As good as his dick was, his balls were better. Big low hangers that sway as he moved. I bent down and took as much of his cock in my mouth as I could. He grabbed my head and started thrusting it deeper and deeper. His balls were hitting my chin so hard I don’t k ow how it didn’t hurt him but if he was ok with it so was I.

    He stopped

    “Come here”

    I followed him in to his room and sat in the side of his bed waiting for more cock. He mouth banged me for a while longer. Then I stopped him

    “You come here”

    I took off my pants and boxer briefs letting my dick breathe.

    I laid my head over the side of the bed and brought his hole to my face. I positioned his so I could see his fresh clean hole, his balls resting on my chin. I started tonguing his furry hole. Immediately he started making noises I haven’t heard in sometime. I held on to his ass with one hand and stroked that cock with the other milking out tons or precum in the process. I worked his (surprisingly cut) head of that monster while eating him out. His noise became verbal and I loved every minute of it. I didn’t think it would get better until he leaned down and took my dripping dick in to his mouth. I had to work to keep from shooting right then and there.

    Eventually he pulled off and said “I want that inside me”

    Done!

    He got some lube and sat down in my cock before I could even reposition my head. He bounced that tight ass up and down so hard. His wet mister of a cock voicing throwing precum everywhere. His balls…I don’t know how he kept from not crushing them with how they hung and how he rode my cock but he did. When he started to slow down I started pounding as deep as I could go. His little patch of chest hair was matted with sweat as he twisted and ride me like a champ. He threw his head back and gasped and then looked down at his bouncing cock then at me and before I could prepare he blasted 3-4 thick white loads of cum everywhere. Luckily one of them hit me in the face. When that happens I didn’t want to hold back. I grabbed his shoulders and as he was still shooting out those last couple loads he looked me in the eye and said “cum

    Inside me”

    And I did

    As I felt his ass clamp on my dick as he came I timed each ball draining thrust with my cuming. I dumped my load deep into Tony’s ass.

    As we slowed down I noticed he had his cum everywhere. I grabs glob from my beard and stuck it in his mouth. He enjoyed it so much he did the same to me. His cum was salty and sweet at the same time. It tasted great.

    After we cleaned up I left. But my legs were so weak I had problems walking down the steps. I went home exhausted.

    I still stop once or twice a week and get a chai. And we still flirt. I think next week, though, I might have to give him another ride. One a little different than the last time.


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  • The hunk next door

    Mike’s POV

    We saw my dads on their toes taking dicks from the front and from behind. Freddy and Sebastian fucked jake and Tyler and James fucked john. The sounds of moaning turned me on so I bent down and begged Luke to tear my asshole.

    He drilled me and fucked me harder than before. His waist and cock going up onto my hole and his toes, high trying to catch up with my height. I moaned and spread my legs for further fucking. Tyler and James got jealous of the scene they were viewing and they came to grab their boyfriend. Tyler took me to a corner to fuck me, while James went back to john’s ass with Luke.

    Tyler what are you doing?

    Fucking you cripple, baby.

    Tyler my ass is already sore from Luke’s dick, I don’t think I can take it anymore.

    Fine then, fuck me mike.

    Tyler held onto the sink and his ass was in front of me waiting for drilling. It is revenge time I said in my mind . I grabbed his left leg and held it in my left arm and fucked him hard. He screamed cuz I used all my man power and brutally fucked his hole deep. He got up and tried to push me back but I gave him no chance.

    I bent him down and ferociously fucked him till his asshole became red like he made mine every time we fucked. His ass was bouncing as I drilled deeper and harder. He begged me to stop and I spanked his already red ass in response.

    His hole bled of ass juice and pre-cum when I was done. He turned back and kissed me. Pressed my ass and whispered in my ears, my turn. Oh oh! I knelt down on all fours and he fucked my ass from above while maintaining a sitting position in the air.

    Fuck ty, please.

    No mercy baby.

    He pounded my ass till I felt my insides on fire I almost started crying when his balls started slapping my ass crack and sweat dripped from his body onto mine. My sweat covered the floor and my screams exceeded those of my dads. My hole was completely pulverized and he nailed me harder and harder till he came in my ass.

    I tried to get up and he spanked my ass telling me to stay down. He went into my hole again and fucked the cum out of my red hole. I grunted and decided to beg for clemency then he pulled out. We kissed and he wiped the sweat from my face with his hand and whispered into my ear ..I am the alpha male mike… I grabbed his cock and sucked the cum out of it and we went to clean up and he fingered my hole in the shower.

    Jake’s POV

    I sucked Sebastian’s cock and Freddy, my son fucked my ass.

    Yeah son, fuck me deep, yeah deeper son. Fuck my hungry hole.

    He banged me like a learner and came in my ass we kissed and Sebastian and Freddy switched positions and Sebastian rained hell on my hole. My hole was red and sweaty when Sebastian invaded it. He fucked the crap out of me. I could feel blood coming down when he pounded me like I did to him minutes ago. My hole was hot and red when he banged me. His cock was curved upwards making each thrust more painful than the former.

    He creamie-pied my hole and we went to take a shower while I saw my husband receiving a good banging from James.

    John’s POV

    After Tyler pulled out to get mike, my hole was red and burning I massaged it with my fingers as Luke and James approached me. I bent over and sucked James’ cock and Luke fucked my ass. His cock wasn’t like Jake’s , it was thinner and shorter so it was just a little hole massage. He pulled out and came in my mouth and I swallowed it whole. James took over and fucked me till I couldn’t feel my ass anymore.

    My hole was bright red and my face was red too. Pain surged through every nerve in my hole as James fucked me and spanked my ass simultaneously. In no time he came into my hole. Ah, what a relief. We kissed and went to take a nice shower. Best bachelor’s orgy ever!

    Freddy’s POV

    It was 11:30am and we were all dressed for the wedding ceremony. The place was filled with lots of people and I was surprised they accepted my dads being gay this much. They brought gifts and well wishes. My granpa was there to witness his son’s second marriage and he liked john a lot. I was my dad’s best man and mike was the ring bearer. My dads showed up in white suits and they looked gorgeous. My dad’s ass was big and John pressed his ass even while they walked to the altar. I couldn’t help but check out john’s muscles and I loved them. After the oath they kissed and put on their rings.

    Let’s say my dad was like the wife cuz he was mostly bottom. I went to the toilet to pee and I heard banging sounds coming from it. I didn’t even have to guess hard, who could be so horny and addicted to fuck in the toilet on a wedding day? If not mike and his hunk next door.

    The end


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  • The Jizz-‘Em Fuck Bench and The Nudist Camp Creempie

    Felix and I have been going out for about a year and a half. We’ve moved into the same apartment and we both race home to see each other every day after clocking out from work. These past few months have been stressful for me though. My new manager thinks it’s funny to pull pranks on us when customers are in the store. As soon as the owner comes in to visit though, she acts like a saint. Worst of all, I was working there long before she was. So, with all of the hard work I put in, you might assume I would get interviewed for the promotion when David retired a couple of months back. But I didn’t…I guess when you’re the owner’s niece, you get whatever you want.

    I stopped complaining to Felix about it over dinner every night because I could tell it was getting on his nerves. But he could tell that it was bothering me to keep all of my thoughts bottled up inside. I think that’s why he decided it would be best for us to get away for a few days. We both had a 4 day weekend coming up for a holiday and surprisingly, we had nothing planned yet with family or friends. So, Felix offered to take us to a campground for the weekend. Of course, I jumped at the chance to go camping with my boyfriend.

    He booked us a camping spot at one of our favorite campgrounds in the area. It’s a nudist camp but we love it for quite a few reasons. The first of which is that as soon as you get there, they have lockers so you can put your phone, your wallet, and all of your clothes (besides a jockstrap) in a locker for the weekend. They don’t force you to give up your cell phone but it’s hard to keep carrying it around all weekend with no pockets to carry it in. Plus, I much prefer to unplug from the world so coworkers can’t text me the dumbest questions.

    Felix and I have season passes to the campground and that makes things easier each time we come here. When we arrive, we just sign in, leave our things in the lockers and start walking around. The campground has a giant lake in the center of the property and most of the people here are gay so there’s no judgment of you walking around holding your boyfriend’s hand, or holding your boyfriend’s other appendage. There are a few spots where you can sit and eat breakfast or dinner; however, they do ask campers to use a beach towel while sitting on the chairs. The best part in my opinion is, all you have to do is remember your four-digit camper code which they assign to you when you sign up for your yearly membership. You simply give the waiter your code and they charge everything to the credit card they have on file for you that whole weekend. And because there are no clothes other than jockstraps allowed, there isn’t much packing to do before you leave for your trip. Everything is made to be stress-free while you’re there and that’s why Felix and I love it so much.

    So, on Friday morning, Felix woke me up with his soft and slobbery lips around the shaft of my hardened cock. Apparently, my cock gets excited when it knows I’m going to a nudist camp in the morning so Felix decided to be a good boyfriend and took care of it for me. Plus, it saved us some time. I normally don’t eat breakfast in the morning and Felix does but after I shot a decent-sized load into his throat, he was already full and no longer needed breakfast.

    Soon enough, we were on our way. The trip only takes about an hour or so but Felix and I spend a majority of it blasting some music and singing along even though neither of us has the best singing voice. As we pulled up in the dirt parking lot, we noticed there were a lot of cars there, but that wasn’t shocking to either of us, seeing that it was a holiday weekend. We entered the front check-in area and signed in. During the sign-in process, they give you a free health check, and that way if you decide to do anything with other campers, you know it’s safe to do because everyone there is clean.

    Because of the holiday, the camp was doing a number of events and the man behind the check-in counter was listing all of them off as we signed our names and got our lock boxes for the weekend. They were holding a few drag shows on the outdoor amphitheater stage throughout the weekend along with a volleyball tournament. Sometimes, the camp does a volleyball tournament on holiday weekends on the beach. Each time the opposing team gets a point, one of your team members has to take off their jockstrap. The last team to have at least one member wearing their jock, moves onto the next round.

    Along with the outdoor events, they also have a small arcade on the campground and an indoor theater that seats about a hundred people or so. The indoor theater is for nudist bands to use and for more adult-style events. It’s a building the camp built a few years ago but it’s one of the only places on the campground which is air-conditioned. So, a lot of times, campers will go to a show just to get out of the sun or to grab a drink at the bar while enjoying the show.

    This holiday weekend, the man behind the check-in counter was telling us about a concert of a nudist band which was performing 80’s songs that afternoon and later that Friday night, a local adult shop was doing a product showcase of different sex toys, restraints, and whips.

    You could attend any event you wanted to attend all weekend as long as you were a member. It was one of the many perks they offered to signing up for a yearly subscription to the camp. Although, I would argue, seeing a whole bunch of naked men all weekend was quite enough to draw me in. Don’t get me wrong, Felix and I had a closed relationship but watching naked men walk around with their cocks at least partly erect, got me very thirsty and got me really in the mood to bend down in front of Felix so he could properly use my ass.

    In fact, there are trails around the campground which are labeled “wet zones”. For those who are new to the camp, you might assume there are waterfalls or something like that on the trails and these signs are to warn campers they might get wet if they walk on that trail. And sure, you might get wet on the trail but it wouldn’t be from water. These trails were places which the camp allowed you to do anything you want with whomever you wanted to do those things with. Basically, if you didn’t want to see other people having sex, you can choose one of the many other trails. If you want to watch other people doing things to each other, if you wanted to partake in those things yourself, or if you don’t mind others watching you do those things, these were the trails to go on.

    Normally, about once a day when Felix and I are camping here, we would walk on those trails. Sometimes, we’d blow each other while other campers stood around watching us. Other times, Felix and I would partake in a circle jerk if we came across one. And every so often, Felix and I would stand off to the side and jerk ourselves off while watching another couple having sex. But every hundred yards or so on the trails, there are benches which the camp put there for people to sit on and rest for a bit. More often than not, I’d bend over in front of Felix on one of these benches so he could fuck me while other campers stood around and covered my back with their cum.

    The best times I remember at the camp are the moments where we’d walk back to the shower rooms after one of those walks. My inside would be filled with Felix’s warm cum and my back would be dripping of cum from several other campers. Some other people at the camp would look at me like I’m a slut and it made me feel great because I consider slut to be an accurate description of my personality. Plus, when we got to the showers, Felix would always be the one to wash me. He’d rinse all the cum off of my back and rub my entire body with soap. Then, he would wrap his arms around me from behind and rub my cock with soap until I busted a nut all over the wall in front of me.

    But walks on those trails were something we normally did later in the day when it wasn’t so hot. After we checked in and locked up all of our belongings, we started to walk towards the beach area. On our walk to the beach, Felix asked me if we could go to the product showcase later that night at the indoor theater. We are constantly looking for new toys and other items to spice things up in our spare bedroom, which we have now made into a full sex dungeon complete with a red light. So, I happily agreed to go with Felix to watch the show, knowing we might end up buying something after the show was over. The only thing I asked of Felix in return was that we go for a walk on one of the wet zone trails after the showcase was over so we could maybe use whatever we bought. And even if we couldn’t use it in that setting, at least it would give us a spot to release some of the tension in our cocks… A tension that was bound to build up in our cocks during the show.

    So, after a few hours walking around the camp and enjoying the views of the forest, the lake, and the twinks in jockstraps, we sat down at a table to grab a bite to eat for dinner. The food at the camp isn’t five-star but you get to eat on picnic tables by the lake so the scenery makes up for it.

    After dinner, we went to the theater for the product showcase, put our beach towels on the chairs, and took a seat about half-way back in the audience. About a half-hour later, the showcase started and the manager of the campground came on the microphone to introduce the hosts of the showcase as they walked on stage. Just like every other showcase Felix and I have attended before, they started off by talking about their company and reminding us all that they will be available after the show so we could purchase whatever items we wanted.

    Soon enough, they brought the first products out and started talking about the dildos and Fleshjacks. Usually, these shows start with the solo items like dildos and male masturbaters because most of the people at the camp here are single and they only get to play with others while they are here. And thus, companies like to talk about the items campers can take home and use on their own. But Felix and I already own plenty of solo items which we use at home when the other is at work or out with friends.

    Soon enough, they started talking about outfits you could wear for each other and Felix nudges my arm when they start talking about a fireman’s outfit. It’s a jacket made to look like a fireman’s jacket along with a pair of underwear that has a sheath for your cock to go inside of when erect. It’s made to look like a fire hose and the whole appeal is so your boyfriend can dance for you as a fireman and then have you hold his fire hose. And for only $29.99, I would happily get it for him so we can play fireman and play with our hoses.

    A little while later in the show, they brought out a table full of pup play gear including hoods, harnesses, and butt plug tails. When they start talking about a furry tail that has an almost 3-inch diameter butt plug attached to it, my cock starts showing itself by pushing up on my jockstrap. And when they start describing how soft the furry tail is on your legs when you walk around with it in, Felix looked over at me. My eyes were wide open and aimed directly at the new toy which I knew I had to have in my possession. I started imagining walking around the camp or our apartment with it inside of me. Felix could tell I wanted it so he leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, “calm down boy, I’ll get it for you.” I turned my head and gave him a big kiss on the lips to show him how thankful I was. We just have that sort of relationship where I do things in the bedroom that he likes and he goes out of his way to repay me by doing things I want to do. Before we started dating, Felix never heard of pup play but with me, he’s happy to play with me like that because I do the same for his kinks in return.

    At this point in the show, Felix and I already knew the items we wanted to purchase but as the night progressed, we kept watching because it’s fun to plan for the future. The host started telling everyone over his microphone, “Last but not least, we have a special treat for you all tonight. This last item is a little bit expensive at the moment because it’s brand new but we’re hoping that by showing you how much fun the item could be, that you’ll overlook the slightly high price tag.”

    Sure enough, an assistant rolls onto the stage a padded bench which looked a lot like a sawhorse, complete with straps all over it. The host continues his speech: “This is the latest model of the fuck-bench from Jizz-‘Em Manufacturing. Just like the previous model, you can simply bend your partner over the bench and tie them in so they can’t move on you. But this newer version has some extra features which you will definitely enjoy using. The circular padded headrest with the large hole in the middle is similar to a massage table so your partner’s face can look straight down at the floor and so they can stay comfortable the entire session.”

    “Plus, you might notice there is a hole here where your partner’s cock would be.” He explained as he spun the bench around so people in the audience could see the hole. “Well, Jizz-‘Em really thought of everything with this new model. In this hole, you could insert your partner’s favorite Fleshjack. And you’ll notice, there is a hand-pump below the bench which actually inflates a silicone sleeve in the hole to hold the Fleshjack or any male masterbater firmly in place during your session. That way, you or your partner can fuck the bench when they’re doing a solo session or you could leave a few hip straps a little lose around your partner so they could move their hips back and forth during a session with you. As they move their hips, they would be getting penetrated by your dick from behind while simultaneously fucking the Fleshjack below them. After a few sessions, you could even perfect it so you both cum at the same time.”

    “But wait, there’s more” says his co-host from off-stage.

    “Of course, if you like to torture your partner, instead of inserting their favorite Fleshjack into the hole, you could instead insert a penis pump attachment which pulls on your partner’s cock during your entire session with him. And the best part is, the penis pump attachment is already installed in the demo model we have here today so you can come up after the show and see it for yourself. And I assure you, the sucking power is very strong so your partner is bound to be in absolute torture the entire time and his cock will be begging to jizz.”

    “Now, as I said, we hope that you can see how fun this bench would be and to do that, we thought maybe we could get a couple in the audience to volunteer.” The host continued.

    Without skipping a beat, a few couples in the audience raised their hands but the rest of the couples who raised their hands, did so individually with both partners raising their own hands independently from one another. Felix on the other hand, grabbed my hand and raised both of our hands into the air. And sure enough, the host took notice. “Well, I bet I could guess who the dominant and the submissive ones are in that relationship” as he points to us and everyone starts to laugh. “Why don’t you both join us on stage here?” the host continues.

    Felix drags me by the hand as we walk up on stage in nothing but our jockstraps. As soon as we get to center stage, the host asks us what our names are.

    “I’m Felix and this is my boyfriend, Alex” says Felix over the microphone being held in front of him by the host.

    “And how long have you been going out?” the host asks as he puts the microphone in front of me this time.

    “For about a year and a half” I tell the host.

    “A year and a half, wow! That’s great. So, do you both like to play with restraints and stuff like this in the bedroom?” he asks us as he puts the microphone in front of Felix again.

    “No, we have a dungeon.” Felix says as the audience starts to chuckle. I mean, the audience is entirely made up of gay men who are campers at a nudist camp so I wasn’t too worried about them knowing we have a dungeon.

    “Oh wow! It sounds like we’ve got the perfect couple here to try this out for us. So, which one of you is the top normally?”

    I immediately point to Felix seeing that I have never really tried topping him and half the campers in the theater have seen me in a downward-facing position at some point over the summer here.

    “So, Alex, we’re going to have you bend over on the bench and we’re going to show Felix how to strap you in. Okay?”

    “Sounds fun!” I exclaim as I hop up on the bench and put my arms, legs, and torso in place to be strapped down.

    “It looks like someone already knows how this bench works” the host jokes to the audience as he instructs Felix on how to use the straps. One by one, each leather strap gets wrapped around my arms and my back as each strap is fastened in place with metal buckles similar to those used on belts. My face is planted in the padded, circular frame similar to a massage table and the host puts a strap around the back of my head and ties it to each side of the circular frame to hold my head down.

    Before they strap my butt, my legs, and my feet down, the host pauses for a second. “Now, Felix. How sexy does your boyfriend look right now, strapped into this?”

    Felix answers, “Well, he looks sexy every day but the most we have at home is a swing so this is the most he’s ever been tied up and it’s really hot to see him like this.”

    “Do you think your boyfriend would mind if we tried the full capability of the bench and showed the audience how the penis pump attachment works?”

    “I don’t think he would mind that at all.”

    “But in order to do that, we need Alex to consent to it as well.” the host explains as he kneels down in front of the bench and holds the microphone up in front of my mouth. “Are you okay with that Alex?”

    “Felix is my master so whatever he says, I follow”. I explain to the host. Felix and I had long conversations about a month into our relationship so we knew what each other’s limits were and we came up with a safe word so the other would know we weren’t comfortable anymore. And that’s why I trusted Felix. But this was also a nudist camp so taking my jockstrap off and showing my cock to about a hundred guys was quite exciting for me.

    Felix then started to remove my jockstrap, revealing my cock which was rock hard by this point. “I guess your boyfriend loves being tied down, Felix” the host said jokingly.

    Felix wrapped his hand around the tip of my cock and softly pushed it into the small hole for the pump.

    “Now, Felix, let’s tie your boyfriend up the rest of the way before we use the pump.” the host instructed as he and Felix started strapping my butt, my legs, and ankles onto the padded bench. “So, Felix…” the host continued, “What do you want to do to your boyfriend right now?”

    “Tickle him” Felix said as he ticked the bottoms of my feet and I giggled.

    “Well, one thing we forgot to mention is that this bench has another feature. Felix, are you familiar with last year’s model of this bench?”

    “No”

    “Well, last year, they had the hand pump feature but this year, they decided to give it some more power and so we’re going to plug it in.” The host explained as his assistant brought out an extension cable and plugged the bench into it. “Just hit that switch on the front and the bench will start pumping your boyfriend’s cock to its absolute limit. And it will hold that pump until you hit the switch to stop it which means his cock will not only be untouchable but in constant sucking power until you’ve completed your session with his sexy ass.”

    Felix turned on the switch and it began sucking on my cock and tugging on it, as if it wasn’t already hard enough. As I started to moan, the host turned the bench so the audience was able to see my entire right-hand side instead of just my ass. He then took the microphone and placed it under the bench, in front of my mouth so the audience could hear every single one of my moans. “Oh God! For as horny as I am right now, you’re lucky I’m not trying to suck that microphone.” I exclaim.

    The host quickly jumps up and starts talking to Felix again. “So, be honest with us. What do you want to do to Alex right now if you could?”

    “I’d fuck his brains out right now if I could and he’s a slut so he’d have to take it.”

    “Well, he’s also tied up at the moment, so he wouldn’t really have a choice.” the host replied.

    “And he’s actually a power bottom so he’d be happy if I did fuck his brains out.”

    “A moment ago, your boyfriend was telling us how you’re his master and whatever you say goes. So, what if I told you that this is a demonstration model and I’m sure our audience would love to see a proper demonstration?”

    “I think we could give them a proper demonstration,” Felix replied as he started rubbing his cock through his jockstrap.

    “Alrighty then.” the host says as his assistant brings out some lube to the stage. “We’re going to give you this brand new bottle of Jizz ‘Em lube for you to use on Alex. And this lube actually smells exactly like cum so that way it enhances the experience of any type of sex you want to have with your partner.”

    Felix took off his jockstrap as the audience started to cheer him on with whistling. His cock was quite the perfect sight which is why I loved seeing it penetrate my ass so much. He took the bottle of lube and applied a luscious amount to his shaft. Felix then took his hand and rubbed it all over his tip and shaft so it would easily slide into my ass.

    Felix placed his one hand on my back as the host locked down all of the wheels so the bench would no longer move around on stage. Felix presses the tip of his cock against the ring of my ass and pushed his hips forward, slowly opening my hole to him. I start moaning louder and the audience was loving it. After a solid shove inward, Felix started thrusting back and forth faster and faster. Before I knew it, he was fucking me harder and faster than he’s ever done before.

    I could feel my cock throbbing inside of the electric pump and I could feel every drop of precum being squeezed out of my shaft. As Felix hit his stride with his 9-inch cock in my ass, I started drooling a puddle on the wood floor below me on the stage. I could hear other campers in the audience yell out to Felix and I, telling us how hot this was to watch and I loved every second of it.

    Suddenly, Felix shoved his cock deep inside of me and held it there as I felt every shot make its way through his shaft and spray deep into my hole. I kept moaning as Felix slipped out of my ass and showed off to the audience his cum-soaked cock, still dripping with sweet juice onto the floor below him.

    “How great was that session, Felix?” the host came back on stage to ask him.

    Out of breath, Felix replied, “Fucking wonderful. I love watching him be so powerless to my cock like that.”

    “So, out of all the toys and restraints in your dungeon, would this be the most used and the one you most recommend?”

    Without skipping a beat, Felix answered, “Hell yeah. I don’t think I’ve cum so much in my whole life.”

    “Well, I’ve got great news for you Felix.” the host explained. “Because you helped us show all of our audience here today how amazing the fuck bench is, you can pick any two items you want from earlier in the show and you can take them home for free. Does that sound like a plan?”

    “What if I made you a better offer?” Felix replied while still trying to catch his breath.

    “A better offer?” the host asks.

    “How about anyone who buys any of your products here this weekend, gets to use this fuck bench for free and in return, Alex and I get the fuck bench?”

    The audience started cheering as Felix became the hero of the entire weekend.

    “You see, my boyfriend has been pretty stressed lately and I think he deserves a bench like this in our playroom. But he’s my slave puppy so if he wants it, I think he should work hard and earn it.”

    “So, are you offering what I think you’re offering?” the host asks.

    “I definitely am. Anyone at the whole camp this weekend who buys any of your products gets to use my boyfriend’s ass while he’s tied up on this bench. And in return, rather than giving us 2 smaller items, you give us this bench because I think that alone would entice people to buy something from you.”

    “Wow! I think we can make that work. But I just want to make sure your boyfriend is okay with it first.” he replies as he bends down to talk to me, still strapped into the bench. “So, Alex, what do you say to that offer?”

    Panting loudly and trying to still catch my breath since the electric pump hasn’t been released from my cock, I reply, “I will follow my master’s orders but under two conditions.”

    “Okay, what are they?” the host asks.

    “Felix gets to be the one to fuck me during each demonstration you have this weekend.”

    “We have 4 shows.”

    “Well then, Felix better drink plenty of water.”

    The host looks back at Felix and Felix gives him a smile and a nod of his head to signify that he’s happy with that request.

    “And two, I get one of those furry tails butt plugs to wear around so I can keep everyone’s cum inside of me during the hours that I’m not tied up.”

    “Well, we wouldn’t want that cum to go to waste now, would we?” The host replies as his assistant brang out a fluffy tail butt plug for me to use after the night was over. “You heard him, everyone. If you come up after the show here right now and buy anything, you get to use Alex’s ass. And during the entire weekend, be sure to tell all of your friends that if they come by during one of the next 3 shows this weekend, Felix will be here to demonstrate the bench for us during the show and Alex will be tied up after the show for you to use. It doesn’t matter how many guys there are, Alex will stay tied up until the last man of the night is served. But no matter how much you buy, it’s only one fuck per person so we can keep the line moving. Sound good to everyone?”

    Immediately the audience cheers a huge round of applause for Felix as they start to line up at the front table and start pointing to the items they want to buy. One by one, each man comes up behind me, uses some lube and forces their cock into my ass before leaving a trail of their jizz deep inside me.

    By the time the night was over, nearly everyone in the audience came up and used my ass. “Well, that’s it, boys. That was the last customer of the night so I guess you get to be released now.” said the host of the show.

    Felix got up from the chair in the front row, after receiving so many high-fives and handshakes, and went behind me once again. He took the butt plug off of the table beside us and pressed it into my ass to plug it for the rest of the night. It wasn’t hard to press it in, after all, there was so much cum and lube in my hole already that it was primed and ready to go. One by one, the host and Felix unstrapped each of the leather restraints and finally, the pump was turned off.

    Before releasing my head, the host told me, after so long on the bench, I might want to take it slowly getting back up. But after they released my head, Felix and the host both helped me slowly get back up to a standing position.

    Felix and I walked back to the camp shower. For the entire walk, my cock was still standing at full salute as everyone looked at me with a smile. “You know we both wanted that bench, right Alex? And we can’t afford it so that was the only way I thought we could get it.”

    “I know, don’t worry. You made a great deal and I’m excited to see how many people show up tomorrow to fuck me. Just sit in the first row so I know I’m safe and you know my safe word.”

    “Oscar Meyer”

    “Yep, my second favorite type of hot dog, right after yours.”

    When we went inside the shower, Felix started rubbing me down and washing all the sweat off of me with soap. Felix hugged me from behind and started soaping up my cock and stroking it with his hand. I quickly stopped him. “Not until I earn my new toy.”

    “Are you sure, Alex? You’re going to be hard all weekend.”

    “I haven’t earned it yet. And by not letting me cum all weekend, maybe someone will fuck my prostate enough for me to jizz in the pump and I quite like that idea a lot.”

    By the next morning, Felix and I woke up late so we went straight for the bar to pick up some lunch. I could feel everyone staring at me and trying to take a look at my ass. I knew the word was traveling fast about our little deal and whenever I noticed someone looking at my behind, I made sure to give them a show.

    After a walk around the trails, we got some dinner and went to the theater for the next show. The host who we met last night, invited us backstage and handed me a bottle of water. He instructed me to drink at least two of them before getting into the bench tonight. “Something tells me that we’re going to have a lot of customers tonight so I don’t want you to dehydrate in the bench from that puddle of drool and precum you left for us to clean up last night.”

    The show started and the host was again introduced to the stage. The started with the smaller items and went through the whole presentation. But this time, before they took the table full of sexy costumes on stage, Felix grabbed the fireman’s outfit and put it on. When they rolled the table onto the stage, the host finally got to talking about the fireman’s outfit as Felix walked out on stage as if he was a model. He’s sexy enough to be a model but dang, hearing everyone whistle at him was rewarding for me, knowing he was all mine. His cock was fully erect in the fire hose sheath in the underwear and Felix walked the stage like it was a catwalk.

    When they started talking about the pup play gear, I put on the hood, the harness, and I already had the fluffy tail butt plug inside of me so I decided to take my boyfriend’s lead and become a model, only I did it as a puppy on all fours. As I walked on stage, I saw the room was full and there were no seats left. The doors in the back were open because there were too many campers there. When the host spoke about the tail, I turned around so my butt was facing the audience and I stuck my ass high in the air before wagging my tail back and forth.

    At the end of the show, they rolled out the fuck bench once again and plugged it into the extension cord before asking for us to come out on stage. This time, Felix and I walked on stage with no jockstraps on at all and both of us already had massive boners. The host and Felix showed the audience how to strap me in once again and Felix turned the switch on as the host explained the penis pump attachment embedded in this bench.

    “Now, last night, Felix and Alex here used this bench live for our audience and they even made a deal with us. Anyone who comes up after the show to purchase something from our company gets to use the bench with Alex strapped in and being constantly pumped. And in return, at the end of the weekend, they get the bench for free. So, who here wants to see how this bench is properly used?” the host asked the audience.

    Everyone yelled and cheered with glee. I could no longer see anything but the floor below me but I knew everyone was smiling. Felix got behind me and the host handed him the lube before he lathered up his cock once again. He pulled my butt plug out and my ass started dripping cum from the previous night, down my taint and all over my ball sack. Felix stuck his cock in and once again, began breeding me for all to watch.

    He quickly added his second load to the mix inside my ass before telling everyone how great the bench was again. “This is my second time using it and I’m still just as excited as yesterday. But tonight we’re going to up the bargain.”

    “How so?” the host asked Felix as Felix ran off stage to grab something. He came back on stage just holding a marker in his hand. “What’s the marker for?” asked the host.

    “Last night, after the show, Alex asked me not to blow him or jerk him off until he earns this new toy of his. So, tonight, we’re going to write ‘slut’ on his back.” Felix explained as he signed his name ‘Felix’s Slut’ on my back. “But if anyone is able to fuck Alex’s prostate so hard that he cums inside of the pump tonight, we’re going to hand you the marker and you can sign your name to Alex’s back to show all the other campers how much of a slut he really is.”

    “Wow, Felix!” the host replied with excitement. “You’re becoming everyone’s hero really quickly around here.”

    Sure enough, the customers started making their purchases at the table off to the side of the stage and one-by-one, each of them came up, pounded my hole with everything they had, and left their jizz inside. About 13 or 14 customers into the night, I exhaled “Fuck!” over and over again. The man inside me at the time kept pounding me even though he had already cum a few seconds prior. He had a particularly large cock and he knew exactly how to use it. I started jizzing deep inside of the pump and I let out a deep breath. Felix knew the sound I made when I came so he handed the marker to the man who signed his name to my back before exiting the building with the new Fleshjack he bought moments ago.

    Before the night was over, only one other man got to sign his name to my back. But by the time the host and my boyfriend started releasing me from the leather straps, it was hours later and it took until 3:38 in the morning. The shows started at 6 pm and the show was only an hour-long which means I was getting fucked for 8 and a half hours. Though time does fly when you’re getting fucked.

    Again, Felix and I walked to the showers with my butt plug holding all of the cum inside. My cock was solid as a rock but with more fun tomorrow, I knew I didn’t earn my new bench yet. The next morning, we walked around the camp and everyone could see the words and the names written on my back with a permanent marker. I was now officially the campground slut and it was quite possibly, the happiest I’ve ever felt because I was using my ass to pay for a bench my boyfriend could tie me up in at home.

    By that night, we did the show again and again the house was packed. Felix and I became models. When it came time for me to be strapped in the bench again, Felix pushed my cock inside of the pump attachment but this time it felt different. There was a cold liquid inside of the pump pressing up against the bottom of my mushroom tip. “What’s that?” I asked the host.

    “That cold feeling your cock is experiencing at the bottom of the pump is actually your own cum from last night.” The host explained to the audience. “If the audience is new here tonight, last night Felix challenged everyone to fuck Alex’s prostate so hard that he would cum inside of the pump. Anyone who made Alex cum inside the pump would be able to sign his back. But our team decided to leave Alex’s cum in there for the rest of the weekend. And at the end of the fourth show tomorrow night, anyone who wants to stay until the end of the show can. Because after we untie Alex, we will remove the tube inside of that electric pump and Alex will drink every last drop of his precum and jizz.”

    “Holy shit, that’s hot!” Felix yelled so loud that everyone could hear him even without a microphone.

    They tied me up, turned on the pump, and let Felix go to town on my ass once again. Only this time, he didn’t need any lube. My ass was slathered in cum after Felix removed the plug from my ass and it was quite an easy entrance for him and everyone else that night. Again, it took a number of hours to get through everyone but shockingly, only three people got me to cum inside of the pump. So, only those three got to add their name to my back.

    By night four, the audience wasn’t packed out of the back doors but it was still a very full crowd. I guess most campers got their fill the past two nights and had to go back home so they could be ready for work the next day. But the show went off without any problems and again, Felix showed the audience just how to use the bench with me strapped in.

    After one more person signed their name to my back and after the last customer of the night jizzed inside of me, Felix put the butt plug back in my ass to keep all of the jizz in me. The host and he took off the restraints and I was shocked to see almost a full house of people left in the room. The host got back on the microphone and started pulling out the tube from inside the bench, the same tube which pumped my cock for 4 days now.

    “Well boys, this bench is insanely easy to clean up after you’re done your session. Just take this tube out of the hole and wipe down the restraints and the padding with a disinfectant wet rag. As for the tube, you should take it to your sink to wash out with soap and water. But first, no drop of cum should ever be wasted as this little slut Alex knows. That’s why on Friday, he asked us to give him a butt plug so no drop of anyone’s cum was wasted this weekend. And to show he truly earned this new toy, he now has to drink all of his own cum.”

    “With pleasure,” I exclaim while still trying to catch my breath. The host hands me the tube but I immediately hand it to Felix standing beside me. I get down on my knees and open my mouth wide. Felix pours every last drop into my mouth, hitting my tongue and making me happier with the amazing taste of my own jizz. I held the cum in my mouth for a few seconds.

    “You can swallow now, boy.” Felix orders and then I take a giant gulp as to not waste a drop.

    Felix and I start making our way to the bench which was now officially ours. The host thanked everyone for cumming and everyone slowly made their way out the back doors of the theater. The host then made his way over to us and told us how amazing we did all weekend. “I wasn’t expecting you to model for us too but it worked.”

    “Did you guys do well this weekend?” I asked so I could feel slightly more slutty on the way home.

    “We sold 18 of those benches and tons more other items. We sold so many items that we started putting people on a list so we could ship them everything.”

    “Wow, that’s fantastic!” Felix exclaimed.

    “Yeah, sounds like I really earned my new toy for the dungeon,” I said.

    “Yeah, actually I wanted to talk to you about that.” the host replied. “My assistant or co-host or whatever you want to call him, he brought an idea up to me before we sold out of anything and I agreed so I was wondering if you would be okay with it too. By the end of night two here, we actually did so well that we decided to set aside one of every item we were showcasing here this weekend and we want to give you one of everything, plus the bench, plus the butt plug you’ve been wearing all weekend.”

    “Wow, we would love that. Thank you!” I replied.

    “Yeah, thank you so much! And if they ever put out a new model of the bench or something you want us to demonstrate for people, let us know.” Felix continued.

    “Certainly, I’ll definitely be in touch. Now, let’s help you to your truck with all of these boxes.”

    As we left the doors to the theater, there were a few men who stayed around just to thank Felix and I personally for letting them have my ass. Apparently a few of them were lonely for quite some time and my ass helped a little. So, they offered to help us to our truck with all of the items.

    My ass was a bit too sore to sit down but we eventually made it home. After we got the bench set up in the middle of our playroom, we started putting all of the other toys on the shelves lining the walls. I went outside to grab the last box from the truck and by the time I got back in the dungeon, Felix was laying on the bench, naked, with his ass in the air towards the door. “What you up to cutie?” I asked him.

    “You earned this. Plus, I wanted to see what all the fuss was about being tied up in this bench. So, take what’s yours.” he replied softly.

    “Okay but first I wanna do one thing.” I ran to go grab a marker from the living room by the computer and came back in the playroom. I opened up the marker and signed my name to his butt cheeks. ‘Alex’s Master forever.’

    Felix turned his head to the mirror on the ceiling and read it to himself. “So, you really liked this weekend boy?”

    “I loved it because you made me feel like I always wanted to feel, like a slut but the entire time, I knew I was doing something for us and I loved that.”

    I started strapping all of the straps tight on him, put his cock in the hold and turned on the pump. “Fuck, I can see why you like this pump so much. Damn!” he said excitedly.

    I lubed up my hand with one of the bottles we had already open around the room and I began fingering inside of Felix’s hole. After putting a few fingers in at a time, I asked Felix, “Do you think you’re warmed up enough for me yet?”

    “Alex, I use the biggest dildo we have on the wall over there all the time when you’re not home. I just prefer topping you because you prefer bottoming. But on days like this, you deserve it.”

    I pulled my fingers out and I lubed up my cock until it was shiny under the red light in the room. I pushed my hips forward until every centimeter of my shaft was buried in Felix’s tight hole. “Fuck me, boy” Felix ordered and so I did as I was told. Topping him didn’t mean I suddenly became the dominant one.

    I took it slow for a while but closer to the end, when I knew that I was about to shoot, I began speeding up. It was so freaking sexy to see my boyfriend helpless, unable to move an inch, knowing his cock was being pumped, and hearing his moans. I buried my cock inside his ass as I shot off rocket after rocket of cum deep inside of Felix.

    After sliding my cock out of his hole, he ordered me to get the largest dildo on the wall. It used to be a dildo Felix bought for me as a birthday present even though I now know, he used it more than I did. But with our boxes of new toys, the largest one we own now is a Bad Dragon horse dildo which the company was a dealer for. So, I began lubing it up to send it inside of Felix. Before I did, Felix stopped me and told me to release him. I put down the dildo and did as I was asked.

    Felix put the suction cup of the dildo on the wall and began sliding his ass onto it. “Oh fuck, I love our new toys, Alex. You deserve all the cum in my nuts forever for what you did this weekend for us.”

    I knew what he wanted so I knelt down below him and started sucking his cock as he rode the dildo on the wall behind him. It didn’t take too long. It rarely takes me more than a few minutes when something is in my ass and Felix is sucking me so I expected nothing less from him. But Felix already came four times this weekend and I didn’t expect the massive load he sent shooting into the back of my mouth. But I was finally full and I finally felt like I got paid what I earned.

  • The Hathaway

    Epilogue

    Things settled into a comfortable routine once the shadow had been banished. The congregation fell into a contented sleep beneath the ruins, only betraying their presence when one of us would take the time to visit and sit quietly to listen for them. Like Emma at the boarding house, we considered them our guardian angels and were quite happy to be sharing the property with them. Upon further inquiries at the Indian Archives, Heather discovered that Elder Jackson had been found out, and had not escaped without paying for his crime. The Indians had noticed the fire, and, realizing he had deliberately killed their friends, they ambushed him while the family that had taken him in was away, and brought down their own swift justice. It only took one arrow, but as he fell, he knocked over a lantern and set the structure ablaze. Neighbors came running and put out the fire before the building was fully engulfed, and the family was able to rebuild. Interestingly, these were Evelyn’s direct ancestors.

    We did indeed make some good friends at Andrew’s house. It didn’t take everyone long to realize what was going on between Ben and I. After dropping my third drink, he finally allowed me to remove the butt plug, but everyone seemed so disappointed, that he decided to switch places and handed me the remote control before heading off to the bathroom to complete the transition. We met two other couples and a number of single men, all of whom were clearly attracted to Ben, but he only had eyes for me.

    We made a dinner date with one of the couples and invited everyone over to the Hathaway for drinks on the porch the following weekend. During that event a couple of the men reminisced about the Halloween parties that another couple had hosted years ago. We took everyone down to the ballroom and asked if they thought people would be interested in a queer Halloween bash here, with the proviso that it be dry. We wanted to be able to include the kids in our care, and thought we could also issue an invitation to the college LGBTQ group, which would also include underage students. One of the guys at the drinks night had worked as a party planner in the city before seeking out a more relaxed life in the country, and he offered to work with Sylvia to see if they could put something together in time for the holiday. It was a great success.

    The harbor cruise had also been a success, and the kids found that they already knew many of the church kids from school. Suddenly they all found that they had allies in their classes, and this gave them access to other cliques as well. Jodi found a group of friends who shared her taste in make up and music, but they all seemed to be more interested in boys than anything else. She decided it was more important to find the other girls who liked girls, and soon had surrounded herself with a truly diverse group of friends, none of whom had managed to meet each other before. Under Beth’s guidance, she began getting interested in social justice issues, drawing her new friends in and getting involved in various organizations at school and at the church that had sponsored the boat trip.

    All of the kids were happy to maintain a connection with that church, if for no other reason than they had friends there. We began attending services as a family on occasion, and were always welcomed with open arms. Ash was the most introspective of the kids, and seemed drawn to the religious aspects of the organization more than anything else. We encouraged this, allowing him to attend as often as he wanted, and supporting him as he sought out religious education from the minister.

    Ben heard back from the forestry service and it seemed that, despite his tardiness and his self doubts, he had actually passed his endurance test with flying colors, and they were impressed with how professionally he responded in light of the extenuating circumstances of the day. He was scheduled to begin orientation within two weeks, and would then start his first responder training. Suddenly his life got a whole lot more busy, but it was what he wanted, and I was pleased to see him so happy.

    One unexpected outcome of this was that Chad began to show an interest in forestry as well. Ben took him under his wing and soon they were tramping through the woods together identifying trees and shrubs. I noticed that while the others were often watching sit-coms or movies on the computer, Chad tended towards nature documentaries. He seemed a bit insecure about this, but no one teased him, and they often would seek him out if they found something unusual or interesting on the property. He joined an after school group focused on environmental concerns, and I wondered if this was the fire that Evelyn had encouraged me to help him find. If it were, he had managed to find it on his own.

    Sabina and Kevin did not join any after school groups or show any great interest in anything in particular. They both seemed happy, and got good grades. They had a few friends, but were not part of any clique or club. I did not worry with Sabina. Her friends were all adults. Evelyn was right in that she had no real peers among her own age group. Andi continued to spend time with her, helping her understand her gifts, and I knew she would find her niche eventually.

    Kevin, on the other hand, did worry me a bit. He seemed to avoid other boys his own age, especially if they were involved in sports. While he wore a leather jacket and heavy boots, he seemed to have no use for the macho bullshit that the jocks exuded, preferring to spend his time with the girls that the jocks admired. The girls liked him and seemed to adopt him as one of their own. This sometimes made him a target, but more often the jocks would simply try to get him to introduce them to one of the girls.

    The autumn deepened, and as Thanksgiving approached, Phil invited the residents of Hope House to celebrate the holiday at the boarding house. The table was often a small one on this particular holiday, as the college students generally went back to their families, leaving Phil feeling quite abandoned. We agreed to allow him to supply the feast for Thanksgiving if he promised to join us for Christmas.

    The meal Miss M. prepared for Thanksgiving was delightful. The kids spent the morning watching the parade on the television, and the adults helped with set up and various tasks in the kitchen. Ben and I took the lead on clean up after the meal, insisting that the kids all do their part either clearing the table or rinsing dishes before they went into the dishwasher. Once the dining room had been returned to it’s original immaculate state, half a dozen different pies were laid out on the sideboard, and all were free to help themselves. We all snuggled up in front of the television to watch the first of the Christmas specials, and allowed ourselves to relax and doze into the evening.

    Christmas posed a more complex roster of activities, with various concerts, plays, and other school events staggered over the intervening month. It was a blessed relief when school finally let out and we were finally down to the wire. Miss M. and Helmut joined us for the Christmas eve service at the church, and when Ash was called up front to do one of the readings we all said a little prayer that he wouldn’t stumble over the words. When he returned to our pew, I was proud to see that the other children were giving him hugs and congratulating him.

    At coffee hour, after the service I was surprised to see Evelyn in attendance. She made a point of telling Ash what a fine job he had done, and greeted all of the kids in turn, listening as they told her about everything that was going on in their lives. She confided in me that she had been having issues at the Pentecostal church since she had begun defending our little family and denouncing the prejudices that protesters had espoused. She was surprised that so many were willing to give her a hearing and truly consider a more thoughtful approach, but she was also discouraged that a considerable group was vehement in their condemnation and unwilling to discuss or even consider that they might not have all the information. She hadn’t given up yet and intended to continue being a voice of compassion in an environment that was known for and proud of their intolerance.

    The kids were only allowed to open their stockings before our guests arrived on Christmas morning, but we made sure they each had something special to play with while they waited. Ben and Evelyn had conspired and each child would be receiving a hand-knit scarf from Ben with a matching pair of hand-made mittens or gloves from Evelyn. Helmut informed us that he wanted to give his gifts to the kids privately, so Sylvia, Ben, and I joined them in the rec room wondering what he had cooked up for them. He handed them each a small box and they all opened them together. The two girls each found themselves to be the proud owners of brand new vibrators with the appropriate batteries, while the boys discovered they each had a silicone masturbation cup and a small tube of lube. Sylvia rolled her eyes and muttered to herself, “Of course. I should have anticipated that.” She told the kids, “Ok, those do not go under the tree! You can play with them later, but for now you need to find a place for them in you room. Off you go.” She shooed them towards their rooms, instructing them, “If you have any questions on how to use them you can ask Helmut later, once our guests are gone.”

    She returned to the couch and sat with Ben and I as Helmut held Kevin back. “Hold on. I have something else for you.”

    Sylvia put her hand on my knee and squeezed. “I’ve been waiting for this,” she whispered.

    “What is it?” Kevin asked with a smirk, “A dildo to go with the pocket pussy?”

    “Smart ass!” Helmut grinned, pulling some papers out of his pocket and unfolding them. “No, just this.” He handed the papers to Kevin and allowed him a moment to read them.

    “What is it?” I whispered to Sylvia, but she just shushed me and squeezed my knee harder.

    Kevin looked up, his eyes filled with tears. “If you say yes, I’ll sign those right now.” Helmut was uncharacteristically serious.

    Kevin couldn’t speak, he tried but the words caught in his throat and in the end all he could do was nod. He finally managed a broken, “Yes,” before throwing his arms around Helmut’s neck and sobbing uncontrollably into his shoulder.

    Wrapping his arms around the boy, his tears began to flow as well. “I love you son.” was all he could say before being overwhelmed with emotion.

    Sylvia was also in tears. I looked at her questioningly and she simply whispered, “Adoption papers.”

    Ben and I looked at each other and I knew it wouldn’t be long before we would be joining the waterworks brigade. “Let’s give them some privacy,” I suggested, and the three of us headed to the kitchen.

    Once Sylvia was able to talk, she said, “That’s been in process for months. He’s been through all the screenings and done truckloads of paperwork. He swore me to secrecy, just in case he was rejected. He didn’t want Kevin to be disappointed. I’ve been bursting to tell you guys, but he wouldn’t let me.”

    By the time our guests arrived all the other kids knew. I thought there might be some jealousy or self pity, but instead it was as if they had all been adopted. They were all so happy for Kevin that the unopened gifts were forgotten and an atmosphere of excited celebration filled the house.

    That night, Ben and I lay in bed with full bellies and full hearts. “It’s been an amazing year,” I mused. I never could have imagined.”

    “I know,” he agreed. “And then this morning…” He snuggled closer resting his head on my chest and shoulder. “If I think about it I’ll start crying all over again.”

    I kissed his forehead, asking, “And what’s wrong with that?” After a moment of silence I chuckled and asked, “I wonder if the boys are playing with their masturbation sleeves yet?”

    “I hope so,” Ben replied, already half asleep. “I can’t think of a better way to end such a wonderful day.”

    “Can’t you?” I asked. “I can.”

    “What?” he mumbled, almost asleep.

    “Being here with you, just like this.” But he was gone. I held him and listened to his soft breath as his body went limp in my arms, and knew this night to be sacred. Not because it was a religious holy day, but because of the children who had become our family, because of the love that had been expressed in such a tangible way, because of the joy everyone felt at the good fortune of one, but most of all because of the naked man who had given himself so completely to me and wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in my arms. My heart was full indeed.

    The End


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  • Pointless Existence

    A Pointless Existence

    Why me? It’s a question I have asked myself often. I have nothing else to do other than ask questions now. But still I can’t understand why fate has placed me here. Why any other human being would want to do this to a fellow human being. I have come to understand and accept my fate. That my life as a human being is over, and that my fate is sealed. But I can never accept it. It is all so unfair. A promising life is over. God damn it, more than that. My life is over. My life as a normal man has been taken away from me at the whim of someone else, and I am completely powerless to do anything about it.

    I could almost understand it – no, I will never understand it –if I had done something wrong. If I had deserved my fate, then maybe I could in some way accept it. But he told me – the one time that I saw him and spoke to him – that I should understand I had done nothing wrong. That he just wanted to own another man, and keep him forever in bondage. To waste his life in total isolation and helpless suffering. He told me that he had watched me at the swimming pool, had watched me shower afterwards. That he liked my body and my face and that he wanted me as his victim.

    I was Tom. I was a 22 year old athlete. District Swimming Champion. I had just finished my studies to become an architect and just proposed to my girlfriend. Life was good. I had a lot to look forward to. It can only have been months ago, but it seems another world now. Another life.

    Are they still looking for me after all this time? I often wonder if I am still a part of their lives – my friends, my girlfriend – or if they don’t think about me any more. In time my memory will fade completely. It will be accepted that I am gone forever. And yet I live on, helplessly imprisoned. Their lives will go on. They will see the sunshine, taste the fine foods and enjoy the niceties of life. Sure, they will be tinged with a sense of loss at my disappearance. But their lives will be lived. Not like mine.

    It was one evening when I left the pool, dark outside, that my life changed forever. I was returning to my car, parked in the back street, when I felt a prick through my jeans and into my arse. I turned around and crumpled to the ground. I was aware of what was happening, but my body would not respond. I watched through my still, glassy eyes as he dragged me to a nearby van and heaved me into the back.

    My brain was in turmoil. What was happening? Where was I going? Who had done this? Why would anyone do this to me? I had no enemies.

    We drove for only minutes. My current location is near to my old life. I could no doubt jog from where I am now to my family and friends. To freedom. I feel sure that, were I to be set free, I would know the location on sight. He carried me from the van over his shoulder and into a small terraced house. Unremarkable. Normal. My glazed eyes noticed the tidy garden and I heard the attention seeking cry of a cat as I entered his kitchen through the rear door. He appeared to be a normal guy, a model citizen.

    We paused in the hallway as he opened the cupboard under the stairs. I noticed the heaviness of the door, clearly metal. “Soundproofed”, he stated, in a matter-of-fact voice. The first word he had uttered. A bare bulb illuminated a set of steps and we moved down them, me dribbling spit down his shoulder as I watched the world disappear above me.

    We entered a cellar, illuminated by a single bare bulb. The cellar was dusty, unused. A bare room without windows, whitewashed and stark. He lifted me off his shoulder and sat me down on a red plastic chair. Turning his back to me, he walked away into the corner and I watched his large frame as he disappeared from my field of vision. Still I could not move, though my brain screamed at my muscles to escape.

    He reappeared in front of me and I realised that he was behind a pane of glass. As my eyes attempted to focus, I could see that he was stood in front of me inside a large metal container, with a glass window, that occupied the centre of the room. He knocked on the glass and waved at me, taunting my inability to move, before disappearing again.

    Now he came directly before me again and sat on a chair facing me. I looked at his face for the first time. I had no idea who he was. Just a normal man. In his early fifties, a small beard and a heavy frame. Unremarkable. I could have passed him in the street many times. His eyes bored into mine. I knew that my life was in his hands.

    “I want you to know that I have chosen you carefully. I have looked for my boy for a long time, and I chose you because I liked your body and your face. It doesn’t really matter, but I thought I would choose someone who I found attractive to be my boy”.

    I stared into his eyes, trying to move my unresponding muscles with no success and struggling to understand the words spoken with such calm and sincerity.

    “This is the only time you will ever see me, but I wanted you to know who has done this to you. I want you to remember my face and know that it was me who took away your life boy. You have done nothing wrong, nothing to deserve this. I just want to own another man. I want to keep you as my prisoner for the rest of your life. Just because I can.”

    I could not comprehend what he was saying. I wanted to scream. I forced out a grunt and a sigh, and he laughed. Looking back, I wonder now what I would have said. What questions I would have asked. If I would have begged for my freedom.

    “Time for you to go home now. Time for my boy to meet his new world. The place where you will live for the rest of your life”.

    He picked me up again and carried me over to the metal container. Pulling back the heavy entrance, he carried me inside and laid me on the floor. I rolled my eyes around in fright at the dull metal inside of the container, and then back again at my captor.

    Wordlessly, he removed my boots and then my socks. Without a pause, he pulled up my tshirt, over my arms and then over my head. Breathing heavily, with excitement it seemed to me, he undid my belt and pulled down my jeans. I shivered in fear and disbelief as he grabbed at my briefs and pulled them off to leave me sprawled naked before him. With a grunt, he picked up my clothes and tossed them out of the door before turning back to me and pushing me onto my back. I laid there naked before him, and felt the shame and humiliation of my total helplessness. Exposed naked on the floor.

    He took a minute to run his eyes over my naked body, before he turned behind him and grabbed something from the floor. “Time to get you dressed boy. The clothes I give you now will be all you get to wear for the rest of your life”. He grinned at me, before sitting astride my chest. I saw the glint of steel and felt the cold of something around my neck. He was placing a thick metal collar around my neck. Wordlessly, he pushed me onto my side and my eyes watered at the flashes of a soldering iron. I felt a burning heat at the back of my neck, and the collar was soldered in place for life.

    Next he lifted my right leg in the air, and I watched as a thick steel band was placed around my ankle. Like my neck, it was locked shut for life and I watched as he attached some iron chain to my manacle. I felt my leg being placed somewhere and more soldering, but at that stage did not understand the significance.

    “Only one more item of clothing for you boy I’m afraid”.

    I could only lie there, my face towards the ceiling of my metal prison as it was pushed upwards by my collar. Lie there as I felt him place a thick metal band around my waist. I felt my penis being pushed downwards into a tube and felt it pushed between my legs before another soldering action locked the belt in place.

    “Just in case you are wondering boy, that’s a very heavy metal chastity belt locked on. You will never feel your cock again, it’s locked between your legs. Hope you had a wank today boy, as you will never ever have another. Don’t want you enjoying your new life in any way I’m afraid”.

    I lay there in disbelief as he tidied away his tools, exiting the container. Could this be for real? How could this possibly be happening to me? I was in a state of shock and I could not comprehend the enormity of what was happening to me. Why was he speaking in such gentle tones and yet sentencing me to a life of constant nakedness and imprisonment?

    Finally, he re-entered the container and stood above me, his body towering over my chest. “Well, I guess it’s goodbye boy. I will be watching you and feeding you and cleaning you, but you will never see me again. Just know that I own you completely boy, and you will never ever taste freedom again”. He smiled viciously at me, turned his back and exited the container.

    I watched in amazement as the door was slammed shut behind him, hearing the heavy duty locking devices slide into place before I heard the sound of the soldering iron welding me into my prison.

    It was several hours before I could move enough to sit up. Enough to run my fingers around the tight metal collar around my neck, that keeps my head facing forwards. Enough to find the heavy metal chain that binds my ankle to a sturdy metal ring in the centre of the container and allows me only a metre circle of freedom in which to move. Enough to explore my chastity device and realise the cruelty of a device that has my penis encased in heavy steel between my legs, forever. Enough to explore the heavy metal container intimately and discover that there is absolutely no hope of escape ever. The pure metal surrounds me, apart from a metre square window made of frosted glass, through which an opaque dim light casts some light into my dark and dismal world.

    That was months ago. I don’t know exactly how long ago. It didn’t seem to serve any purpose in counting the days after a while. Maybe a year ago. I don’t know. A year of my life wasted, living naked in chains in a metal box. Never released. Never seeing my captor. Never hearing any noise, or seeing anything except for my dull prison. Never having any form of contact, any form of mental relief from my constant imprisonment. Always aware of my pointless existence as owned property, locked away for the amusement of my owner.

    I have come to accept that I rely on him completely. Once a day, he drops a large cube of ice through a hinged opening near the roof. Ice that forms my drink and an iced cube of mush – my food. I suck on the ice cube for my life, and eat the mushy food when it thaws. Eat it from my hands so that it does not land on the filthy floor. I think it is dog food. It never changes.

    I piss and shit in my cell. On the floor like an animal. I have no toilet. I can never be released for cleaning, and so I learn to live, to eat and sleep in my own waste. To lie in my own shit and feel it caked on my body, and between my filthy toes. I come to relish the day every so often when the cell is flushed out with cold water through an opening for the jet washer. When I can watch my shit drain away below me and I have a briefly clean world.

    I stink of piss and shit. My matted hair and full beard are filthy, as is my naked body. My mouth is never clean of the dog food, my taste buds never used to taste real food or drink anything but a block of ice. I have never seen anything outside of my cell, the frosted toughened glass give me no glimpse of the outside. I sometimes see shadows at the window. I know that he can see inside through the one way mirror of the glass. He can watch my misery and total isolation. He watches my life waste away for no reason, and I am sure it gives him great pleasure. No doubt he enjoys a good wank, watching me.

    I wonder how long I can survive like this. Total boredom. No reason to think. Nothing but memories to think about, but memories that cause me pain as I remember what it was like to be a man. Why me? It is so, so unfair. My cock tries to erect in its tight chastity tube but I can never have the freedom of ejaculation, of feeling my cock. That would be freedom. I am not allowed any form of freedom, I have come to realise. My future will forever be a wasted life, locked naked in chains inside a metal prison of a can for no reason.

    As I lie here naked in misery, I dream of one day being discovered. Of someone entering the cellar, seeing this filthy piece of flesh and realising I am a man and not an animal. Not a piece of meat to watch through a window. I dream of one day being free again. Maybe it will happen. There is a chance. Maybe you will find me. Maybe I am living in the cellar next door to you. Please come and find me. Please, I beg you. Please let me free.


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  • Donny and Clyde

    [Dedicated to Gerry Taylor]

    Guilt-free sleep behind him, his morning ablutions completed, Will Dawson made a bowl of oatmeal with raisins and almond milk (it hadn’t gone bad), brewed a whopping mug of Arabica coffee, and sat in his kitchen to read the morning paper. Its crossword puzzle filled out the hour.

    Grateful to have the day before returning to classes, he settled at his desk in the house’s finished basement to check his e-mails. Mostly routine, they occupied him for another hour. The Inbox dinged with a new arrival.

    Sal wrote, “Call me.”

    He did. No answer at Sal’s house. Remembered Sal’s cell.

    “There you are,” Sal answered. “Okay?”

    “Spiffy. What’s up?”

    “What was up’s more the question. Traffic’s a mess. I’m on my way to Gene’s where, to judge from Dick’s call a little while ago, there was quite a scene last night.”

    “A scene? I’m all ears.”

    “Gene came nowhere near satisfying your Jimmy. Two fucks and he was done for. Called in Dick, whose dick is somewhat larger, and he managed “to calm Jimmy’s butt,” I was told, that is, after a couple of times. He took Jimmy over to his place for the night because Gene was scared he might be called on the middle of the night “if Jimmy got restless.” Dick screwed him again before breakfast, fed him, then dropped Jimmy at the park on his way to work.”

    “With some money, I hope.”

    “Gene gave him some, too.”

    * * * *

    The weekend near, Will was made privy to the plot hatched by Gene, Dick, and Sal against Clyde Victor, still floundering in the quicksand of his fabrications. All for it, Donny, still furious and wanting revenge, produced Jimmy – who cared less about the scheme than for the cock Victor would be dealing him and the money he would be paid. The place: the professor’s house.

    * * * *

    Sounds of latches and locks. The door cracked maybe two inches. Author Clyde Victor eyed the two men – Salvatore Poole and Eugene Claxton – who had come to ferry him across town for “a relief evening with a surprise from a few of your most-dedicated, concerned fans.”

    “Is it safe? I can’t handle any more press.”

    “It’s only us. We’re parked around the corner. We’ll take the alley out back. No one will see us.”

    In the car, Gene toyed with their passenger, “Hope you’re horny, Clyde.”

    “Where are you taking me?”

    “To a safe house, real private – where, waiting for you, is one of the most gorgeous young men you’ve ever seen. He’s awestruck by your fame, so we made sure he won’t say a word about your books but will want to make you happy. He’s bought and paid for, although a bit of a novice. Only been with one man. Almost a virgin.” Gene almost laughed at his straight-faced lie.

    Sal added, “You can let yourself go. We’ll drop you off and disappear.”

    “How will I get home?”

    How dense is this goon?

    “Call a cab, or ask James to order one for you. By the way, only call him James. That’s the deal. James.”

    Moths were darting at Dawson’s front light when they pulled up. A nervous Clyde Victor rang.

    Jimmy, in light blue polyester shorts only, swung wide the door with the cheeriest possible, “Hi!”

    Clyde Victor did not look back. Like a larger moth to a more incandescent flame, he flew directly inside.

    “This is a Bellini – peach juice and Italian bubbly,” the vision said, handing Clyde a flute. “They told me you’d like it.”

    “My favorite, but I guess you know that because my heroine, Christine, drinks them when she’s getting in the mood.”

    “Not supposed to talk about books. I promised.”

    They sat, Jimmy in the middle of the sofa, silky smooth legs apart just enough to tantalize, Clyde in an armchair. Gulping when he should have been cautious.

    “I’m so new to all this, I don’t understand very much.” Some swelling remained around Jimmy’s eye and an area of dark purple – covered by matched pancake makeup. Under the stimulating circumstances, not noticeable.

    His nipples, his lips…Clyde’s mouth accepted the rest of the Bellini.

    Jimmy smiled, “I’ll get you another. Stay right there.”

    His exit provided butt-hungry Clyde Victor with the sight of mobile buns moving under flexing blue. His most private part was becoming more prominent. Shifted to adjust there.

    In Dawson’s garage, watching the A/V feed being recorded from the living room’s micro-camera, Gene turned to Sal, “Oscar material already.”

    Improvising with what later would be called “sheer brilliance,” Jimmy returned, refilled flute in hand, approached Clyde’s chair to sit on one upholstered arm. He said, “Let me serve you,” and lifted the glass to Clyde’s mouth already-open mouth. “Sip this time, a little, and you can feel my thigh. You want to, don’t you?”

    Clyde groped and sipped. Stroked from knee to unrestrained genitals. Almost choked in his effort to sip while feeling tender balls and throbby young cock.

    “There, drink the rest…” Jimmy moved to the sofa “…and come over here.”

    Unnoticed, vodka in each of his two Bellinis had added to their Prosecco’s effect, so that Clyde’s rousing himself from the armchair looked comical. He plunked beside the boy and immediately leaned toward soft lips which beckoned. His kiss returned, he fumbled around Jimmy’s chest for a nipple while kissing chin, neck, and shoulder.

    His hair was caressed, his ears rubbed as hands encouraged his mouth lower. By the time Clyde could tongue the boy’s chest, the author’s deft hands had begun to thrust off those blue shorts. Freed, Jimmy’s erection stood fully ready.

    With “Oh, James,” the evening’s prey changed position to kneel in front, a worshipper to be. Swiftly he drew away the shorts, parted Jimmy’s legs, and bent to take between his lips the small, inflamed head – savoring it with his tongue. He lapped at its circumference, moving to consume the cock from tip to base and sliding its firm length multiple times.

    A glance and smile at the camera, Jimmy pushed the man away, reversed himself – knees on the sofa, backside thrust outward – and was heard to say, “You really want to make me yours? Then kiss me here, rim me. Show me how much you want in my ass.”

    Unplanned, bold – another improv!Jimmy’s observers gasped. Neither had any idea whether Clyde would do it.

    He did. But sniffed first. Nothing unpleasant. A slight smell reminiscent of lavender soap and boyish perspiration. Tentatively, he tested his tongue’s tip to the 0-shaped ring. Needed to be closer if he must penetrate. Earnest, Clyde used his hands to pull apart the glutes. Succeeded in tickling the hole. It occurred to him to tickle the boy’s balls. He let go to tug them toward his mouth – his nose landed in the crack, on target as his tongue swept across the pair’s pouch.

    Jimmy squealed, “You almost made me cum! God, you’re hot! Let’s fuck. In the bedroom, c’mon!”

    Quickly, the garage team switched to the other camera – in time to hear Jimmy tell Clyde to “leave the lights on, so we can see each other.”

    And so we can see both of you.

    In his state of undress, Clyde did not cut a bad figure. What stood forth from his loins cut a good one. It grew under his right hand’s jacking motion to what those witnessing reckoned at eight inches. He seemed to be waiting for Jimmy’s twisting about to settle down while admiring all of what he contemplated.

    The appearance of near innocence. This boy’s behavior, rather bossy, could be dealt with.

    I’ll tame his ass. I’ll rip him a new one. He’ll remember me. He’s blinking his eyes. My cock – he’s beginning to realize what a man I am!

    Jimmy put his hands behind his head on Will’s pink pillow case, exposing his developing chest and prominent nipples.

    A male version of Goya’s‘Naked Maja,” inviting ravishment!

    “Do you fuck boys a lot?”

    “What?”

    “If you fucked anybody like me before, how did you do it? Did it hurt him much? Tell me how you want to do me. I don’t know what will please you, but that’s why I’m here. Please.”

    Clyde steamed. Coolly, he said, “Lift your legs, James. Hold them back.”

    Jimmy felt knuckles under his balls, tracing the delicate seam between them and his most intimate spot. He shivered. Fingers stroked the bottom of his sac with maddening delicacy, then took them in hand and applied pressure.

    More pressure.

    Jimmy drew a sharp breath.

    “I’ll tell you what I did if you don’t make much sound.” He released the balls and slapped Jimmy’s cock.

    There was no sound except that of the slap. He slapped harder and pressed his thumb onto Jimmy’s taut perineum.

    “I fucked a boy, a whore-boy like you.”

    His thumb and forefinger cupped Jimmy’s balls at their base and did the same with his cock – and pulled enough to get a facial reaction.

    “Drilled him good. When he didn’t like it, I’d twist an arm until he caved, and screw him harder.

    Liked the way he winced when I did this to him.” Clyde’s left hand slapped Jimmy’s tightly held balls. “You wince just like him.”

    Jimmy’s eyes widened, not at the pain, at Clyde’s spit splatting directly on his big dick, being smeared and added to by another mouthful.

    “Fancy boy, you’re just another piece of meat to me like that cheap whore, Donny. A piece of meat with feelings. Feel this!” He drove non-stop, mercilessly bottoming out to Jimmy’s on-cue anguish and drama-mask tragic face – as if stricken by searing pain.

    Actually, Jimmy had enjoyed the ball-play, and loved being rammed. Flushed his pores of fresh sweat. Revved his brain.

    Thinking the contrary, Clyde laughed. “Told you to shut up, kid. You’ve got to take it, so here’s some more.” A ratchet back, a jab deep followed. Hard-paced, the author’s use of Jimmy-as-meat, began. And he began talking about how clever he had been to “fuck the dumb shit blind that night then, next morning, to make love to his ass like I cared.”

    Wrapped in what he thought he was doing to Jimmy and his recall of how he had fooled his trick to “get reaction material for a new book – you know, without having to pay extra,” Clyde went into an account of how he’d turned the yogurt event into “some trouble for that hustler, trouble he’ll regret.”

    Blood rushed to Jimmy’s head, to his lean flanks where Clyde was sheathed in their center’s passive tightness. “Turns you on to hear about this, I can tell,” he gloated, paused for a second. He drove his thick spike into what, for him, was only a fuck hole but which was a cleverly set trap.

    Exquisite contractions gripped and released him. Shoved away, James insulted him with, “Git off me! You ain’t wearing no condom!”

    Sounded like Donny! Identical inflection, word choice.

    Preparing to force the issue, Clyde took aim at the ass that had been his – only to be deflected by a new sight. James stripped open a condom and placed it in his mouth suggestively. Clyde’s balls were in one of the boy’s hands which tantalized and directed him toward the opening.

    A kind of kiss – of cock, not tongue, in an osculating well he could not resist. Held back by arms stronger than imagined, Clyde’s pelvis advanced into the mouth he had not thought to enter. Two-thirds of the way in, speculation about the technique being displayed raised more doubt about this supposed near-virgin. Clyde thought he might take over, cram in the rest. Teach the smartass a lesson.

    No chance of that. Jimmy shoved him again, kicked wide his legs in obvious readiness to be fucked. The sudden act threw him another curve.

    This pussy’s in heat – for me!

    The glob of spit landed on the well-protected cock. Its producer spread it and another, to the boy’s eyes no doubt a sign of ease or comfort ahead.

    Jimmy was bored into summarily. His attacker saw the boy’s nose wrinkle, exposing his upper teeth. Meeting no resistance, he bore more intensely, determined to cause harm.

    His self-important little world exploded. Paroxysms of multiple muscle groups – Jimmy’s widespread legs snapped against Clyde Victor’s butt, his inner tract had a seizure, his pelvis executed a whip-like twist – all so fast, so unexpected that a cataclysmic orgasm was wrested from him with instant hurt. Violent red flashes claimed his vision before the blackness came on.

    Faux-benign, Jimmy spoke in hushed tones, “Hey, man, I thought you wanted to fuck me. C’mon, show me whatcha got.”

    Outrage grew with consciousness. On the rebound, Clyde Victor jumped from the bed to jerk and twist the challenging boy’s ankles until the kid was sprawled face-down. With more saliva for his own good, he doused his condom-clad, veiny cock. The collection of sperm dangling off its end was disgusting. Quietly, he slipped off the offending latex and leapt into the boy’s breach to skewer its glistening, reddened hole.

    My lube!

    A breathtaking, cum-enabled entry. Jimmy gulped – music to Clyde’s ears. Hands took the boy’s wrists and pushed them far. Satisfied he had the boy pinioned, he launched this fuck deep-poling the way gondoliers push into the mud of Venice’s Grand Canal. No reaction apart from the sound of air entering and leaving two sets of lungs. The rutting man was in heaven for minutes, having his way with inert, slack Jimmy.

    Suspicion rose. He’s planning something.

    On time, a shudder in reply to a particularly vigorous thrust catapulted Clyde to climax. He spewed uncontrollably five or six times at full depth into lascivious receptivity. Tapered off, heavily breathing. Lay atop the body which was still as a corpse.

    Through the fog of post-coital inertia, Clyde heard, “Go on, fuck me some more. That wasn’t much. Aren’t you up to it?”

    * * * *

    Two figures had slipped into the Garage to join Sal and Gene – the homeowner and Donny Timms. They were in time to see Clyde collapse and to hear Jimmy needling him.

    “Damn, my little brother’s up to it, ain’t he?” Admiration was in the question. “You tol’ me he was, old man.” Donny felt Will’s bicep and shook it. His “damns” petered out as the tryst began to take new shape.

    * * * *

    Clyde felt the corpse pumping back and forth against his dispirited groin. As if clairvoyant, Jimmy Timms said, “You dead up there or something?”

    Florid with a creeping sense of shame, Clyde opted for silence in-place, soaking with perspiration, wishing he had recourse to his strength.

    “You come back to life, you fuck me. ’Til then, tell about how you’re gonna turn the ruckus with Donny into a book. It might get you hot again. Did before.” Jimmy performed a little internal massage on the deflated yet substantial piece of meat lodged in his unsated rectum.

    The outlet Clyde Victor needed to salve his conscience. Was anything better than to talk about himself and his plans?

    Five witnesses outside hung on his every word while Jimmy endured, for the duration, the man’s weight. As the sordid tale wound down to touches of pride in Clyde’s voice, Jimmy nudged him off.

    “You hate Donny. Why?” Jimmy asked as he got up to shower away the stink. “Don’t bother to answer. Put your clothes on ’n’ get out of here. The taxi’s number’s on that piece of paper,” he pointed, “and the address. You’ve had all you’re gonna have from me. And wait out front.”

    Deadpan delivery.

    * * * *

    Exposé! Clyde Victor had been trounced in an unpredictable way, ganged up upon by all the players involved. Confounded by their evidence and dreadfully fearful of what might be done with it, he held his head in dismay. That is, until he was handed a way out.

    He wrote the new book, its details of plot and paragraph structure at every stage of development examined by critical eyes to make certain of literary marketability.

    The process strengthened the regrouped author’s relationship with the publisher of his previous novels. The new novel’s strongly-limned intergenerational characters, twists in and among popular and iffy gender issues, tolerably seething eroticism, soupçons of humor – all elements for advertising material and to lure reviewer’s attentions – resulted in excellent notices, sales, and royalties.

    The distribution of royalties, by contract, was curiously proportioned: sixty-one percent to the author; thirty-nine percent divided equally among his consultants, Dr. Wilfred William Dawson, Donald Paul Timms, and James Lester Timms – listed as residing together. Acknowledgments included the author’s gratitude to Messrs Salvatore Xaver Poole, Bertram Eugene Claxton, Richard Milhous Watson, and “two anonymous sources within a noted municipal police force.”

    * * * *

    The brothers Timms counted their blessings financial and residential.

    “That’s it, then – we’re gonna?”

    “Damn right. Least we can do.”

    “I owe you, too, Donny, for getting’ me outta Pa’s way. Ain’t forgot that.”

    “Can I fuck you?” Donny’s question was facetious.

    “I’d let you, only it wouldn’t be anything to brag about. You ain’t got what I need, but you and me’ve got what Will really loves.”

    “Yeah, best asses in the world.”

    From the start of their life together at the old man professor’s, Jimmy and Donny had figured they owed Will Dawson big time.

    No “john” of Donny’s had trusted him ever with a house key, but Will did, albeit with one eyebrow raised. Nor was Will censorious about Donny’s career as a hustler. Through it, they had met. So, Donny continued to hustle when not looking for other work. Did not really like hustling but was good at it, the means of his having enough to cover expenses while shopping around for a job.

    At home, Donny’s ass was Will’s when he wanted it or when Jimmy was “on the rag.” Only, no kissing.

    Ass therapy! – best thing in the world for me at my age, Will doted.

    Will called Donny “Don,” even “son;” Donny, on his own, began calling Will “boss-man” or just “boss.”

    As long as there was no kissing.

    Jimmy tempered his prodigal sexuality to suit Will “down to a T, carefully crossed,” the man told friends. Because. Jimmy. Loved. Will. After his fashion. Was never going to last. For Jimmy’s affliction was sexual wanderlust. He wanted men to want him, wanted to travel and to be kept – yet at Will’s behest he attended evening classes toward his high school equivalency, a G.E.D. degree.

    Behest was a word chosen for its mildness. Think mandate. Will’s control factor resided in his control, through welcome discomfort and thrilling occasional pain, of the sex they had together. Times Jimmy thought of during the build-up to having his epiglottis flooded with cum while being forced to hold his breath and not daring to upchuck or to listen to harshly issued orders not to move a muscle while his nipples were being pulled and pinched and his ass reamed viciously included the first occasion when Will pressed his ankles down, crossed on his pubic bone and fucked him with abandon and another when Will doubled him, knees beside his ears, and fucked his ass from a position standing above. Pain always became acute pleasure when administered through sex.

    From his landlord-overseer’s perspective, Will Dawson ruled Jimmy Timms with a firm hand, denying his lover affectionate torment often enough to stimulate his desire by asking for “Don in my bed tonight.” Via his double outlet at home, Dr. Dawson greeted his students and colleagues, even administrators, freshly charged at the University on teaching days and in meetings. Emotionally charged, in fact elated. Physically, fucking the way he did as often as he did insured deep sleep from which he emerged full of energy.

    “The guy’s brain is getting more remarkable,” jealous faculty members had to admit. Evaluations ranked him tops. He won a prestigious award for excellence in teaching, modestly acknowledged as owed “to certain students who proved to be inspirations beyond the ordinary.”

    * * * *

    Extra-ordinary was typical.

    The sensitive, nerve-dense, pleasure-yielding bulb surmounting Will Dawson’s ample penis expanded in response to the surface friction ever-present in its passage over the inner ridges of his two boys’ asses. With tight-drawn scrotum and fierce tumescence, he felt like a deity, all-powerful, an image of dominance confronting visions of submission, either of which could be called on to demonstrate acceptance and cooperation – Don with crude, exciting words from the gutter; Jimmy with supple shivers and potent pelvic evasions.

    Rapid rhythmic pulses – of heartbeat and lance-sharp penetrations – gathered momentum and threatened the vortex of orgasm with urgent frequency. Fortitude, a quality developed by the intellectual’s academic mental training, could be summoned to gird the onrush as well as any cockring or other appliance. Fortitude’s application sent waves of cold and hot through him while chilling, heating, thrilling, and calming his occasion’s partner.

    * * * *

    Postscript

    Jimmy Timms pursued his career-choice with good-will guidance from Will Dawson. Sexual grapevines led Will and his buddies to work through various hurdles separating their world from the greater world of porn on Jimmy’s behalf. Once hailed as “The Great New Discovery – JIM TIMMS!” that he was, Jimmy starred in videos shot in studios, attics, and basements in San Francisco, New York, White Plains, Paris, Prague, and Kyoto. Once in Qatar.

    Ear studs and navel jewels (pasties), nipple rings (clamp-type, removable), bindings (rope, tape, chains), harnesses (custom-made), tattoos (washable decals), whip lashes and belt stripes (makeup), spanked buns (as often as called for, real) – appealed to thousands of deprived and depraved men globally. Increased the star’s popularity with those segments of the market (and stimulated certain of his well-equipped tops).

    Protected, exploited by a big-time producer, Jimmy excelled as “Porn’s most sensational bottom” (The Village Voice) and “Conqueror of cocks” (Vanity Fair). When he won the Golden Butt award in Las Vegas, his speech of thanks cited Will Dawson as “the man who got me started.”

    Don Timms used his income from Clyde’s book to stay off the streets. Once he became an electrician’s assistant, he drifted into contact with a girl named Lindsey, fell in love with her, and they married. Lindsey bore Don twin boys before discovering that their neighbor-friend Nilda, who helped with the babies, had special attractions.

    Lindsey and Nilda became lovers. In disgust, Don fled upstate, abandoning parental responsibility.

    “Them lesbians can raise the boys for all I care.”

    Eventually, a single contact with old man Dawson revealed the above information.

    It ended with Don’s observation, “What the fuck would of happened if I never met Clyde?”


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