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As I pulled up in front of Mr Brown’s house, I was wondering how long it would be before he replaced the rest of his old appliances. He was a regular, and it seemed I was always fixing something here. I really didn’t mind. I was getting paid to work in a clean house, with a pleasant customer, who I actually am attracted to. I am bisexual, but I present myself in a masculine way.  Mr Brown is in his early 60’s, very masculine, and very hairy. I have found myself checking him out, on occasion, careful to not get caught. His hairy arms are quite lush, and I often wonder if his chest hair is that thick. I make a point to try to just look at his face, when we communicate. He’s always very friendly, and I’ve wondered if there is a connection between us, or if I just want there to be. The eye contact we’ve had left me curious.

I got to the back door, and he was waiting. He was wearing a red polyester polo shirt, and I could see a thick growth of dark brown fur poking out of the collar. We exchanged greetings, and he told me about his furnace issues, as we walked down the stairs. I walked over to the furnace, and set down my tool bag. I reached for a nut driver, to remove the panel, but suddenly I smelled a strong, fumey, sweet smell. Before I could turn in the direction of the smell, Mr Brown’s hand clamped a cloth soaked in whatever I had  been smelling over my face. I thought maybe he was messing around with me, at first. We were practically friends, after all. At any rate, I was not amused. I pulled at his arm, but I suddenly felt extremely uncoordinated, and weak. I tried to not breathe in, but couldn’t. The room seemed to float in front of me, and the lights dimmed, as I passed out.

The next thing I was aware of was the pleasant sensation of being fondled. In my semi conscious state, I was not yet aware that I was tied up, and completely naked. As I came fully around, I realized I was looking up at the floor joists of the first floor. I was laying on the floor, my wrists tied together in front of me, and my ankles and knees bound together. 

“Ahh, your back!” Mr Brown said pleasantly. His right hand expertly stroking my cock, his left caressing my bearded cheek. I instinctively tried to move, and realized that I was going nowhere. “What…why…hey, man?!  “Shhhh” he responded, and then leaned in and kissed me. 

Between the stroking of my cock, and the mind blowing deep tongue kiss, I was now hard as a rock. After removing his tongue from my mouth, he leaned back. “Sorry about the chloroform, but I knew you were never going to make the first move. Did I gamble a bit? Yes. But, judging from how hard your cock is, I called this correctly.  I’ve noticed you checking me out. Are you drawn to extremely hairy men?” Unable to hide my arousal, but definitely not pleased with my current situation, I respond with “You can’t just knock out, and tie up people that you are attracted to!”  He chuckles, “But I just did, and you are even cuter when your naked and helpless, might I add.” He leans in and kisses me again. I know I should back up my protests by fighting to keep his tongue out of my mouth, but somewhere inside me is a voice that says, “give in, let him take you”. 

He pulls back, ending the kiss. He’s looking deep into my eyes. It’s over, and he knows it. I want him. He begins to undress. He takes off his shirt, and my suspicions of an ape like quantity of fur is confirmed. My hard cock oozes a drip of clear precum. I want to touch him!

As he unzips his dockers and they fall to the floor, I see his 8” bulge in his underwear is also leaking, as there’s a wet spot darkening the red fabric. 

At this point, I can’t wait until he unties me, I lay patiently. I want to fondle his fur covered body, and taste that cock. Thinking that will be next, now that he’s naked, I am completely shocked when he steps away, and returns with the chloroform rag! He straddles me, and I feel his hard cock pressing against mine. I only manage to get out  “Hey, what are you mmmmmppphhhh” as he firmly holds the cloth over my face. The last thing I hear before passing out is “I bet you’re an anal virgin, aren’t you?”

To be continued

As they were preparing for bed, Efrem, coming out of the bathroom with his toothbrush had said, “I don’t even see what the deal is with you. It’s not like you’ve even been to church since the divorce.”

“The deal,” Isaac said the word deal a little harshly, “is that I’ve broken so many promises and reversed so many decisions. I thought I could at least keep this one.”

Efrem had no time for pity. He said, “The interesting thing about the Church of Rome is even when you leave it, it never accepts that. According to Church law, even if you join an ashram, you’re still a Catholic. And you said that according to Judaism, you’re always a Jew, no matter what.”

“I’m going to a synagogue,” Isaac said quickly.

“You can,” Efrem said.

“Would you come with me?”

“I will,” Efrem said in a tone that meant, I don’t want to, but I will.

They went on Saturday morning, Efrem was put off by the lack of cars in the parking lot, but Isaac explained, “It was always a little like this.”

Isaac moved toward a little door, and Efrem thought there should be a bigger door.

“There is,” Isaac said, “and a main lobby. But unless things have changed, they really use this door next to the parking lot.”

They had to ring the doorbell, and Isaac said, “I had forgotten about that.”

A middle aged man opened the door. Isaac thought to himself, “Nervous Jew,” and wondered if he looked like a nervous Jew.

“We’re here… for service,” Isaac said. Efrem only nodded.

The man let them in and said, “We’re all in the chapel and let them through a little lobby and past a cloak room.

“Get yourselves a book,” the man said, showing them to some very large blue books with English and Hebrew letters inscribed in gold. “We’re all right in here,” he said, pushing through stain glass doors.

Isaac handed Efrem a book and said, “Can I admit that I’m glad you’re here.”

“Are you going to grab a tallit?” Efrem said.

“Nope.”

“I’m glad you remembered the head covering thing.”

“I have no idea how I found two kippahs so quickly. I haven’t worn these in years.”

Efrem looked about. “Does it look familiar?”

“Not really,” Isaac said.

Of course when Isaac had come he had been a holiday Jew. He’d gone to synagogue school to learn enough for his bar mitzvah and he had come on the big days when the congregation gathered in the great sanctuary.

“I’ll show it to you later if I can,” he said.

With an intimate gesture, his hand light on Efrem’s hip, he guided him into the chapel.

It reminded Isaac of a hospital chapel except that there was a gilded cupboard, an ark that housed the Torah. There was also a youngish large nosed bespectacled rabbi, a very Jewish looking rabbi, Isaac thought, who looked like he was trying to be warm and engaging. Some of these people didn’t look like Jews at all, which was a relief. Isaac had never asked himself why he’d stopped… well. No, why he had never been interested in Judaism, why he had never pressed his father very hard about how lapsed they were. Now he realized, at least to him, it was a religion of the look. How much did he look like what he was supposed to be here? How much did he want to? To be vaguely Jewish looking was one thing, to be all out Jewey… He was thinking too much, and aware that he was thinking nonsense.

His thoughts were interrupted by the gently swaying rabbi strumming his folk guitar and saying, “You can find the text on page sixty five of the Mishkin T’filah. Ma Tovu.”

Everyone else knew it. Efrem could pick up on a tune, and he stopped himself from swaying, as some were doing in their seats, and began to sing, “Ma Tovu, Ma Tovu, ohalekha Ya’akov, mishk’notekha Yisra’el.”

It was syrupy and sweet, but Efrem more or less liked it. He felt like he liked it better than Isaac. There was something off about the rabbi whom Efrem could only think of as not as nice or liberal as he seemed to be, and there were snacks after the service and they all talked a while. Isaac seemed more evasive than usual and Efrem said, “My husband was bar mitzvahed here. He wanted to show me the main sanctuary. That a problem?”

Rabbi Michael blinked a couple of times, put on a smile, breathed and said, “Not at all.”

“Well, then come on, lover,” Efrem directed the taciturn Isaac away.

“You called me your husband,” Isaac almost hissed as they went up the incline away from the other to the doors of the sanctuary.

“We’re getting a little long in the tooth for you to be a boyfriend, partners seems too business like, and we were never very good at business. I hope you weren’t trying to be in the closet for that man. He’s supposed to be liberal anyway. See he keeps leering at those lesbians?”

Suddenly Isaac roughly pushed Efrem against the sanctuary door and as they fell into the large auditorium. Isaac kissed him hard and said, “I am honored to be your husband, Efrem Walker, and I want to hear you say it again and again and again.”

“Very well,” Efrem pulled Isaac’s head to his in the large sanctuary, so that their foreheads were touching.

“Husband. Husband. Husband.”

They kept going, but not because they liked Or Chadash synagogue so very much. Rabbi Feldstein was smarmy and insincere and seemed to be hitting on the women and tolerating them. There were very few people who came to services and it seemed to only matter if they paid their yearly dues and sent their children to Sunday School. Everything felt a little… Episcopalian, Efrem said. Antiseptic. Isaac had the strong feeling that he would not have gone by himself. He despised the rabbi’s folk guitar.

But they went because, in what they heard from people who came occasionally, or from very old members, there was a glimpse of something more. What they met at Or Chadash Reform hinted at more, and it was a more that Isaac wished for, but was not sure he was ready to undertake.

“Usually we go to the Conservative synagogue,” a woman said. “We thought we’d try a little something different.”

Efrem was always the more talkative person, the one who easily had conversations with other people.

“How do you like it?” he asked.

“It’s alright,” her husband said, tilting his hand.

A woman named Miriam said, “This is just fine, but if you go to the South Side in the Orthodox neighborhood, there’s something for real.”

“I’m actually,” Isaac began to admit, “a little afraid of them.”

“I am too,” Miriam said, “but it looks like so much fun, It looks like the real thing.”

Efrem, always one to see into the heart of matters, returned from a day out and decided to not comment on how the lights were out in the apartment even though it was approaching evening. Isaac was hunched over his desk, ruining his eyesight as he read his student’s papers and Efrem came behind him and set a book on his head.

Isaac shook and the book fell into his hands.

“What the hell, Ef? Oh, what’s this?”

He answered his own question. “It’s a Siddur.”

“Not a Mishkin Tafillah or that thing they use at the Conservative synagogue, but a straight up Ashkenazi siddur for the Ashkenazi in my life, and had you noticed the last two syllables in Ashkenazi are… Nazi?”

“I had not,” Isaac said, grinning more because he loved Efrem very much than because of that observation.

“Oh…. It’s got the pronunciations!” Isaac said.

“Yes… transliterations. I know you did your bar mitzvah and all, but I thought your Hebrew would be a little rusty.”

“Oh,” Isaac said, tenderly, standing up and wrapping his arm around Efrem as he kissed him, “thank you, my lover.”

Then he said, “We’re not going back to Or Chadash, are we?”

“The only proper movement,” Efrem declared, “is the movement forward.”

They were, as so few are, in a state of joy. And maybe this is because they had suffered in another time, or maybe it was because as long as they had been friends they had been trying to be good and honest people and truth had been a friend. They were still more or less boys, only recently in their thirties and they held onto life lightly. When Isaac’s aunt Hannah died, she willed him and Ef, was very sure to include Ef, her little almost cabin in the almost woods. It was toward Grasshouse, on the outskirts of town, a bungalow that resembled something kids slept in at summer camp. They sat on the front porch barefoot, smoking cigarettes, handrolled and otherwise, or sometimes they smoked something stronger, getting high and looking at the tall trees while Isaac sang:

Mizmor shir leyom hashabbat.
Tov lehodot Ladonai, ulzamer leshimcha elyon.
Lehagid baboker chasdecha ve-emunatcha,

baleylot.

Alei asor va-alei-navel; alei heegayon bekinor.
Ki simachtani adonai befoalecha; bema’asei yadecha aranen.
Ma-gadlu ma’asecha Adonai, meod, amku machshevotecha.

Ish ba’ar lo yeda, uchsil lo yavin et zot.

Isaac had a fine tenor voice. They both did and they could harmonize together beautifully. At a Conservative synagogue they were bound to be accepted, and at High Street Orthodox, much like in a good old fashioned Catholic church, no questions were asked. Women looked down from the balconies and there were only men in the main sanctuary so Isaac’s arm around Ef meant nothing.

After that very first time at High Street, when they had no intentions at all of having the absolute rest that the Talmud required, they went out hiking in thick socks, shorts and staves with their walking packs. They’d gone higher and higher in the hills, to the glorious trees until Efrem began kissing Isaac down the back of his neck. Isaac had laughed to himself while Efrem had taken down his shorts and had him against the tree. He rejoiced in the day, in the feel of the sycamore skin against his check, in Ef’s arms about him, Ef inside of him, his strong thighs clashing against him. He had reached back to caress Efrem’s ass, heavy and and firm, and they had moved together quickly. It was over as quickly as it had begun, the two of them laughing.

“Stay in me until you finish coming,” Isaac panted. “I want to carry you in me a while.”

The first part of their lives had been so lonely, so controlled, and Efrem was always in order. He loved when Efrem was out of order, when Efrem was fucking him, growling into his ear and when, in the moment of orgasm he lost control and his hands flew up and his voice made that cry.

Hand in hand making sure not to stumble over stones, they had walked on and come to a creek. Isaac looked around to see if anyone was there and told Efrem, “Shield me.”

He squatted in the river to clean himself, to release Efrem’s seed, and decided he didn’t want to dress again.

“Come on in,” Isaac laughed, beckoning Efrem.

“It has got to be freezing.”

“No,” Isaac shook his head. “It still feels like summer.”

Efrem, unsure of this and unsure of being seen, undressed quickly and plunged into the white water only to scream.

“You lied!”

“I did,” Isaac said calmly. “You get warmer if you swim.”

And so they swam in the current and climbed out of the water and onto moss under trees, laughing and tangling themselves in each other’s arms, they made love again and dressed and went home.

They had been in a state of joy that day, and they were in one now, some years later, an Orthodox Jew and an honorary one, in their mid thirties, with a pack of strong cigarettes and a bag of marijuana between them, barefoot on the porch of their almost cabin in the almost woods when to their mild surprise, a black truck roared off of the road, headed toward them, crashed mildly into the oak tree at the front of the property, and out of the passenger’s seat reeled the tall, curly haired, scarecrow figure of Michael Cleveland, and from the driver’s seat climbed a man who looked like and unlike Efrem, and who they both knew to be Jay Strickland.

Well Dave called me the following day saying how about we go for that beer tonight, sure sounds good to me I replied ok great, he gives me the name of this place I’d never heard of before so he said just meet me at my place and we can drive over together or you can follow me. Yeah, that fine send me your address and I’ll meet you there. Hey, I have a little favor to ask oh what’s that? He said you looked really hot last night, and I loved your tits, and ah one day in the office Lori showed me pictures of you on her phone fully dressed, and holy fuck did you look smokin would you mind he asked?  wait she what oh fuck who the hell else did she show all of the girls in the office?

 No, no its cool relax only me it’s cool no one there knows or suspects anything trust me she’s way too cool for that. Oh, shit!  Man, you had my mind racing there for a minute, dam what the hell would I wear to the company Christmas party, we both laughed Dave saying now that would be cool. Dave unknowingly relaxed me enough to say sure why not what I’ll wear them for you, he laughed yeah but I’m not a boob man remember, yeah ok sure you’re not no problem. Dave said great than it’s a date, I thought to myself it’s a date, not just a couple of guys going for a few beers,  I figured what the fuck why not, thinking to myself, yeah well, he’s only seen me in my bra and panties I’ll really give him something to look at. So, Lori was planning on going out with one of her friends and (her sister to keep her out of trouble) to see a movie so it would work out well. I went home showered shave really close, shaved my legs Lori and I go for couples Brazilian bikini waxes so I’m pretty much hairless and smooth just like she likes. I slipped my cock into a gaff that Lori and her girlfriend had bought for me to wear when they had me dress fem for them. As I’m sure you’re aware a gaff is a special panty so to speak where you slip your cock into a sheath and its pulled up between your legs affixing to the back of the waste band so with your cock tucked between your legs it give your front a much more anatomically female appearance and what the girls liked it prevents you from having a hard on a sure giveaway for any guy trying to pass as a woman I then proceeded to get dressed as my feminine self.

I put on a pair of red and black lace trimmed satin bikini panties with a matching bra and had to decide if I was going to wear a garter belt and stocking or hose decisions, decisions so thinking the patent leather mini skirt I had in mind would it be much better choice to go with a pair of nude crotchless pantyhose I had a black satin blouse that Lori had bought for me during one of her shopping sprees topped off with a black leather jacket.

(Since accepting my long-dormant crossdressing she was all in and really immersed herself into encouraging me so what better way but to buy me clothes, clothes that made me look slutty just the way she wanted me to be for her. She did tell me she had plans to buy me a few tamer outfits for around the house but somehow hadn’t gotten around to it hmm I wonder why)

I let my blouse unbuttoned just enough to see a glimpse of my bra although the silicone breast forms  that were not just a pair of falsies stuffed into the cups of my bra but rather they are high quality that actually glue to the chest  so they would stay in place even if I were to go topless  they appeared to give me nice full breast I longed for pair of real tits with ample cleavage and nice perky nipples but Lori drew the line at any sort of implants or anything hinting of female hormones therapy etc., she reminded me that I had a very successful business that I busted my ass for and going to that extreme was just too much which of course she was right hence the reason she did so much research and spent the money on these, which I had several different sizes and shapes variants but tonight for Dave I was a 36D I wanted the extra slutty look. I did my makeup and donned one of the wigs Lori purchased for me, tonight I was going to be a redheaded slut. There was no doubt in my mind what Dave wanted when he asked me to dress up and I was very much ok with that so I figured I may as well look the part; I finished my outfit off with a pair of thigh high patent leather boots with heels. I owe all what I know about dressing slutty to my wife outwardly a very conservative house wife that is until she decides to let her hair down and have fun, even her co-workers said she like has a Jeckle & Hyde personality there is work Lori who is all business and then there if fun Lori who is a party animal who likes pushing the limits.

I made sure to pack my guy cloths in a gym bag just in case, I am a very passable crossdresser plus going out at night eases fears of being outted. I’ve driven around a few times alone and more than a few with Lori something I used to do with my ex a lot. One night we pulled up to a light and I saw these two guys eyeing us from across the street when we stopped at a light and as it happened I knew one of them, I told Lori and she got a little nervous saying what do you want me to do, I said do nothing don’t even look just wait for the light to change and go. She did as instructed and made a few turns here and there looking in the rearview mirror ok I don’t think anyone is following us. I laughed and said I think you watch too many cop shows on TV.

So, I strut my ass through the house checking myself out in one of the full length mirror saying to myself hey I’d fuck you. I made my way through the kitchen and into the garage and throw my bag in my triple black Cadillac CTSV with tinted windows of course…lol I fire the beast up and hit the garage door remote and I’m off. I plug the directions to Dave’s place into my GPS about halfway there I decided let me fill up. I pull in and we don’t have self-service where we live, so I wait for the attendant who is checking out my ride to come over and I lower the window asking him to fill it up in my best female voice which isn’t the greatest so I know to keep my words short n to the point. Wow lady you have a really nice car, oh shit its got a 6 speed, how fast will it go? Ok so Barney is very chatty, and I don’t feel like giving myself away, so I place my hand up to my throat and whisper sore throat. Oh, ok I’m sorry I just smile thinking don’t you worry I’ll be getting something for my sore throat real soon. He finishes up and hands me my receipt and my card saying ok I hope you feel better, I just smiled and blow him a kiss and headed on my way to Dave’s

 I pulled into the driveway of a very modest home in what appeared to be a quite middle class neighborhood. I strutted up the walkway in full view of some couple walking their dog who I knew was checking out my ass how could he not. I rang the doorbell and the door opened and there was Dave wearing a cut off sleeveless shirt and a pair of jeans his jaw almost hit the floor and he stood there for a second with his mouth open and finally said holy fuck your even hotter in person. I smiled saying so your not a breast man but how do you like mind, with the front door still open he leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips and slipped me some tongue, without stopping he reached for them with both hands groping and fondling them God they even feel real. Ah Dave still fondling my tits unless you want to put on a show for your neighbors, oh yeah and he reached for the door with one hand and flings it shut. He whisked me inside and continued to feel me up when before I knew it he stuck his tongue in my mouth and firmly held my arms at my side now I am not a small or weak person but Dave is massive pro-football player size so that combined with the overwhelming feeling of lust I was paralyzed and he knew it, when he broke off the kiss he just smiled saying I knew you wanted that since that night. Maybe he was right or maybe I was just taken by surprise and filled with the lustful thoughts of his big cock inside me since he called. I was breathing heavily and just looked at him returning his kiss we now played tonsil hockey for a few minutes as fondled my tits and grabbed my ass. He firmly grabbed both ass cheeks saying now that some ass and I know its real. Oh yes, it is but you ought to know that as you violated it the other night, we both laughed violated it I said yes it sounds a little more lady like that you fucked me up the ass, so I was walking bowlegged the next day. Oh yeah by the way weren’t you taking me out on a date, date he laughed how about a couple of drinks here ok well I could use a good stiff one, glancing at his crotch which was showing the outline of his ample member, he said well if you insist laughing let me get you a drink first. Good idea I replied he returned with a couple of beers and a two shot glasses and a bottle of Tequila. We sat on the couch and did a few shots and had several beers while he asked me a bunch of questions about my crossdressing the how long the whys etc. and how did I get Lori so into it. Well that was a lot easier than I thought to be honest she has to be one of the kinkiest women I have ever met so to her it was just another way of enjoying kinky sex, I guess plus she is the love of my life and I will do pretty much anything in the world to please her. Hey not for nothing I really don’t mind the questions but talking about my wife right now isn’t doing anything for the mood if you know what I mean.  He agreed and we made small talk about this and that and next ting I know is his hand is on my knee and he leans in to kiss me, I willingly accepted his kiss which turned it to more and more then our heavy petting session ensued. I felt his hand going further and further up my inner thigh, so I reached for his massive member still hidden in the confines of his jeans and started rubbing it. I knew it had a positive effect on him as he started to squirm a little. His hand  kept moving up my thigh till he reached where he expected to find my cock. He started feeling and reaching  in my panties and I playfully slapped his hand he down sailor I laughed. He picked my skirt up and peeked under what the, was I just said I wanted to dress for the occasion figuring I wasn’t going to be the one doing any penetrating but rather the one being penetrated you mean you’re the one who is going to get fucked, I said yes sir now that’s the whole purpose of me being here isn’t it. He laughed and said well I did invite you for a couple of drinks now didn’t I. I laughed and figured it was time for me to go into my slutty prostitute persona one of Lori and Barbies favorites when we role play.

So, you want my ass do you now well it’s going to cost you honey, Dave played right along, oh really now so how much is this going to cost me he asked. I said well depending on what your looking, everything baby I want it all he laughed, ok all it is then, for everything plus the house call fee I’d normally get $500 for the night he raised his eyebrows, but seeing as you know Lori you get a special discount and I’ll let you run a tab. He smiled and said well I hear your worth every penny and kissed me I said do we have a deal, he squeezed my tit and said yes baby we have a deal. Ok first let me go freshen up a bit and I got up and excused myself to go use the bathroom. I did have to pee and now I know fully what women have to go through every time nature calls. So, I finished up my business but before I returned, I took a small bottle of lube form my purse and stuck it up my ass and squeezed it filling my anal cavity. I knew all too well what to expect from Dave’s massive cock and that the night before I was pre lubed and pre stretched from Lori’s pounding so I wasn’t taking any chances, I readjusted my gaff not yet owning the type that will allow you to pee without removing it, I pulled up my panties and pantyhose adjusted myself and pulled out a tube of lipstick from my purse the girls had thoroughly schooled me in the art of applying makeup as they put it they wanted the me to experience the whole package the entire female experience not just putting on a bra and panties. I applied my lipstick and put the tube back in the purse along with my tube of Astroglide our favorite and headed back to my date.

Now not being totally naïve in the ways  of dating etc. not wanting to be the victim of a ruffe not that Dave would do that but you never know so nit until I knew that I could trust him 100% was I going to take any chances  I grabbed a couple of fresh beers from the frig took a nice big swig and picked up the bottle of Tequila and took a very liberal hit and passed the bottle off to  him. I asked Dave if he had any weed but he said no he didn’t but could see if he could score some from his friend, that would be great if you could although I was relaxed but that little something extra would be just what I needed, so he sent his friend a text then he said well its time to get what I payed for and he went to unzip his jeans.

 I took his hand saying allow me. I dropped to my knees and slowly unzipped his tight fitting jean reaching in for his cock I gently removed it and it practically sprung to life. It seemed bigger than I recalled maybe in part to like I said earlier my lustful desire I began kissing the head of his dick and running my tongue all over the head which was now adorned with the baby pink lipstick I was wearing, one of the things Lori loves to do to me, I was mimicking so many of the things she does and has taught me. Hell, I was taking on her persona.  I kept licking him and kissing the head of his cock teasing him so as to make him even harder. He was moaning and groaning holy shit you give the best head, looking up at him saying oh better than your boyfriend, he laughed and said that bitch can’t hold a candle to you slut. I said oh by the way where is he, I asked. Oh, I told him to go back to his mother because he bitched so much ok so he’s not going to come back and get his panties in a bunch, nope not a chance its just you and me baby. Good as I engulfed his now rapidly hardening member. As I sucked, I unbuckled his belt and undid the snap on his jeans and teasingly pulled down the zipper. I then grabbed the waistband of his briefs and pulled them and his pants all the way down to his ankles. Now his cock was clear of obstructions and free for me to suck and to lick his balls. I was pumping his shaft as my head bobbed up and down on his hard cock, I could feel it hit the back of my throat and knew I was going to try to deepthroat him but by his shear length and girth is was not going to be an easy task but I was willing to give it all I had. So as I continued to slide his cock in and out of my mouth  each time I kept going deeper and deeper, taking more of it in each time I did gag some what but was not about to give up as long as he wasn’t forcing me I knew I would be ok because I could stop anytime I wanted. Now I had it planned that I would give Dave the best blowjob possible and then give up my ass all things going as I planned in my head on the ride over to is place as the night continued. Dave was moaning saying oh yeah bay that feels so fucking good has anyone ever told you that you suck a mean dick. Ah hmm was my response as I didn’t want to interrupt my pursuit of getting him into my throat. I kept sucking and slurping massaging his balls and stroking his shaft but I for one enjoy a blowjob more so when no hands are involved I never appreciated a woman jerking my off into her moth not that it’s a bad that but a blowjob involved sucking and stroking is to be done with the mouth and lips. As hard as I tried I was unable to fit the entire length of his shaft far enough in to reach my throat but Dave didn’t seem to mind. His breathing was now increasing and his hips starting bucking and I knew he was getting ready to blow his load and I was determined to swallow every single ounce. As his pace quickened and so did his breathing, I increased my speed and sucked him harder and harder until he let out a long loud moan of fuck! Fuck! I’m cumming you slut whore suck my cock bitch. He no sooner got the word bitch out when he began shooting hot ropes of cum in my mouth and I feverishly sucked his cock, as he pumped load after load of hot jizz I suck and swallowed almost every ounce of his cum.

Dave exhaled and relaxed his body, but I continued to suck his cock clean which by now was  extra sensitive so much so he almost couldn’t stand it. I had plenty of cum left in my mouth, so I got to my feet and planted a deep French kiss on his lips spitting his cum into his mouth. This took Dave totally by surprise and he attempted to pull away, but I had a firm grip on his head which made him realize any resistance was futile. We kissed for a minute and finally relaxing my grip I pulled away and took a step back and just smiled. So, tell me who give the better blowjob me or Lori I laughed. His response was holy shit now talk about putting a guy on the spot like I said I am really not into women but man your wife gives one hell of a blowjob. I said yes, she sure does and like she said she taught me everything I know. He laughed saying remind me to thank her. Oh speaking of  Lori does she know you’re here he asked, no she has no idea she went out for the evening and knowing her she won’t be back till late she’s not out catting around not because she wouldn’t but she’s with her sister and their friend her sister has no idea of her wild side so she will have a pretty boring evening. Ok its our secrete then that’s fine, I said oh Dave he looked at me as if to say what you may want to consider taking her up on her offer to fuck her. He looked at me as to say what the fuck. I said listen I’m perfectly fine with you doing her and she does have a hall pass that she has never used but I know her, and I know she wants your cock and will be relentless. Ok I’ll think about it. We both sat on the couch Dave bringing us each a cold one, now he was totally naked he sits down next to me telling me how wild I am I said hey look who I’m married to and we both laughed. I said ok here is one rule I have you can fuck me in the ass all you want cumming in there is fine too but don’t expect me to put your cock in my mouth after its been in my ass, if you want hat you need to wear a condom. He looked at me saying I don’t have any, I reached for my purse on the coffee table pulling out a strip of at least 6 condoms I said a girl has to be prepared especially us working girls.

We both laughed and I grabbed his cock and started playing with it, I stood up saying let me take off my jacket at least, so I stood up and removed it and tossed it on one of the chairs, while I was up I unbuttoned one button of my blouse revealing my bra and not to mention my cleavage  Dave was amazed looking at me saying you have real tits as he squeezed one I said not exactly modern technology a little body makeup and good strong glue, I opened my blouse all the way and said look I even have nipples popping one tit out of its cup. He just looked them over and said amazing. Wow I never would have thought you guys were so into it. I laughed saying you have no idea we fool everyone. The entire time I was playing with is dick and talking about my tits he even asked if I could fuck with my fake vagina that I said has yet to be tried but I think you’re a wee bit too large for that. As he talked about how kinky we were I could feel his cock beginning to pulse, so I smiled and said well back to business the meters running you know and proceeded to go down on his beautiful piece of man meat in my mouth getting right down to business. It didn’t take very long before Dave was fully erect and ready to get down to business. He stood up and hand me bend over asking me if I was ready. It’s all yours honey. Dave stood behind me and guided his big fat 10 plus inch cock into my re-lubed ass. His length was not more than I had grown used to over time with Lori using rubber dildos on me, but his girth was incredible he was a big around as a beer bottle I’m guessing so I was really glad I had thought of the idea. He moaned as she slowly slipped it in inch by inch until he was buried balls deep inside me. He began slowly fucking me in and out pulling it almost the entire length out with the head stretching my sphincter to its limit and he would slide it back in every time he did this I let out a moan and tried my best to control my breathing and relax my body enough to take the fucking Dave was giving me. He continued his slow rhythmic pace and I now met his thrust with my hips pushing back towards him, it didn’t take long before we were in perfect sync, The feeling of him filling me sliding it in and out was beyond euphoric, He reached around and cupped both of my tits as he slammed his balls into my ass cheeks remember what I told them abut being glued in place but not to get to carried away, truth be told they are not that easy to remove it does take a little doing so I wasn’t worried about them falling off or popping out onto the floor like by other implants the girls had gotten, yes I said implants Barbie my wife’s girlfriend works in the pharmaceutical industry but has connections with several reconstructive suppliers so she scored me actual saline implants they use in breast enhancement. I was getting lost in Dave pounding me, he had both of my tits popped out of my bra  and they were swinging and swaying with every pounding this went on for a few minutes I caught my breath saying stop, stop let me put them back in it feels better not the same dilemma as my wife with her all natural 38DD melons having some heft to them but even mine had enough that I could feel the pulling sensation. I no sooner popped them back in Dave continued his pounding of me ass, my long red hair wildly flying about my tits swinging within the confines of my bra being tested to the limit. I was so deep in the trance of my ass being pounded and most of the time I had my eyes closed and would open them when Dave would slap me on my ass as he had my skirt lifted enough to bare my entire pantyhose covered behind. I hear Dave mutter something and I open my eyes looking right at this guy gawking at me getting fucked silly by Dave. It turned out to be his buddy Richie his weed connections. Well either Dave didn’t lock the door, or he had a key but regardless of how he was standing with in an arms reach of me. I was shocked to say the least but in no position to do anything about it being as Dave had me bent over so far, I couldn’t have straightened up and pulled away even if I tried or was it if I wanted to. Well Dave never broke stride and kept pounding me in the ass. His friend said hey sorry man I didn’t  hey since when are you into chicks. Dave said since I met this bitch, laughing he said this is Bobby stopping short of saying you know Lori’s old man as I was to find out later, he had met my wife once or twice. Oh, wow and the next thing I now is this guy has his cock out Dave says do you mind, I had to say no I’m not ready for this, again I said no and stopped my hips from meeting Dave’s thrust so he knew I meant business and not wanting to ruin a good thing he said sorry man you gotta go. Having two cocks is probably every cock suckers dream but I wasn’t lying I just was not ready for it, maybe because I was taken by surprise. His friend didn’t hurry up to leave and continued to gawk as I was still getting pounded, finally Dave said you really gotta go dude and his friend took the hint and left Dave called lock the fucking door asshole. Dave slapped me hard on the ass several times and said no where we he was now pounding my ass hard I could hear his balls slapping against my ass and I got back into the rhythm of us fucking Dave had now been in my ass for a good 20 minutes total and I was really hoping he was getting ready to cum because I was getting really sore. I asked him if he wanted to cum on my face or on my tits figuring jerking him off would be a lot less uncomfortable. No baby I’m getting ready and he started shuttering almost as if his body was convulsing, he started grunting oh fuck! oh fuck yeah baby I’m going to fill your ass with that I felt hot loads of his cum begin to fill my ass. I stopped my meeting his thrust, but Dave still kept pounding my feverishly I could not only feel my ass squishing but could hear it as well as with every thrust I could hear the sound of his cum which was now overflowing my asshole I was filled beyond capacity. Dave gave me one last mega thrust getting his last once of cum into my ass almost knocking me over onto the floor. He stopped and was breathing heavy holding on to both of my hips he was not about to move until he caught his breath, he said later he needed to hold on to me or he would have fallen flat on his face. I told him I have to get up and it one swift motion Dave pulled his massive cock from my ass not only did it pop from the hydraulic seal of my ass being over filled with his cum, but he size of his giant head leaving my hole wasn’t exactly pleasant feeling. We both collapsed on his couch my ass leaking cum. I told him to go get me a towel at first, he didn’t move right away but I said towel now. I stood up and there was a large cum stain on the couch cushion oh well I thought as I used the towel to clean myself. I said he you made the mess you ought to be the one helping me clean up. He laughed and said gimmie holding out his hand I stood up and he proceeded to clean his cum form me with the towel when all of a sudden, I felt his hands on my hips and his tongue licking my ass. I was thinking ok this isn’t so bad kind of makes up for shithead not locking the front door. I sat back down fully intending to go at least one maybe two more rounds with Dave when he got a text fucking asshole he muttered. I looked at him what, my asshole friend couldn’t keep his mouth shut I should have known. With in seconds he get three more texts wanting to know if his date was still there, hey are we having a gangbang he is apologizing to me like no one’s business. I stood up he said please don’t go. I just said I’m outta here I’m not getting gang raped by your friends and forget about fucking my wife your friend ruined a good thing. My plan was to get changed into my regular cloths for the ride home but, no time for that I gather up my stuff fixed my bra and put my blouse back on ran my fingers through my hair thinking it’s time to get the hell out of here before I am the party favor for a bunch of his friends. I said see you around Dave and remember what I said all he could do was sit there with his big now flaccid cock saying he was sorry, well we did have a lot of fun yeah was all I said and left I got in my car and headed off not even turning on my lights for a block or two.

 I had thought about stopping somewhere to change but decided against it, looking at the clock I figured I still had plenty of time before Lori got home. Well wrong I was not only was she home, but her sisters car was in the driveway, I grabbed my phone and sent her a text is everyone still awake/ She responded yes, we’re having a glass of wine why are you home, I said unlock the French door in out bedroom. Of course, I get why just come in through the garage I text back French doors unlock now! no need to explain. She excuses herself to go use the bathroom and instead of using the one right off the kitchen she goes into the bedroom she unlocks the French doors and there I am standing there looking like the whore that I am, thigh high boots mini skirt big tits pushing against my blouse. She laughed and gasped covering her mouth so her sister and their friend would here her Holy shit what the hell, where you out turning tricks no not exactly let me get out of these clothes  and I’ll explain later. She laughed and said oh no you don’t your going to stay right here dressed just like you are oh and by the way you look fucking hot and then your going to tell me all about it and I am going to fuck your brains out do you understand. Yes, yes who I said yes mistress  but what about your siter and your friend oh they are ready to pass out they’ll sleep in the spare room so you sit your pretty little self-right here on the bed and wait for me do you understand looking up at her yes mistress was all I said as she walked out the door ack to the kitchen.

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Starting my adventure into gay sex

Please excuse any bad grammar and spelling mistakes, or totally wrong words that may pop out at you – oh, the joys of being a dyslexic bugger!

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Part 1

I realised I was bi-curious in my late teens, but it took until I was about 25 before an opportunity finally occurred.

I had a small collection of straight hardcore porn mags, remember this was in the days before the Internet, and to this day I remember this double-page spread of this hot girl on her knees in front of 7 fit guys with massive cocks, getting ready to suck. I loved that photo, I always had a quick glance at the girl before focusing on the guys and all those beautiful hard cocks, just wishing I could take the place of that girl.

One day, a bit pissed, I was showing a mate, Simon, some of my collection, and I spotted him stop at that particular photo, I went to get a couple more beers from the kitchen, and then went upstairs to use the toilet, when I returned he was still looking at the same photo. It was clear he was mesmerised as much as me by all those hard cocks.

Simon was a couple of years younger than me, a little shorter, slim, fit with boyish looks and I had often thought that I would like some sexy fun with him. I was living in a shared house at the time, and he was staying the weekend, crashing on a spare mattress on my bedroom floor.

It was time for bed, we disappeared upstairs with the mags, both striped to our pants ready for bed. He disappeared to have a piss, I was sitting on the edge of my bed, feet on the spare mattress, looking at that photo, sporting a hard-on, when suddenly I realised he had returned and was standing in front of me. He bent over to see what photo I was looking at, and must have spotted I was hard. “That’s a hot photo”, he said, “she’s so fucking hot”.

He knelt next to me on the mattress, trying to look at the photo, I dropped down onto my knees, so he would get a better view, and the words, “the guys are pretty hot too”, slipped from my lips, I couldn’t believe I had just said that.

Much to my amazement he replied, “they are, fucking nice cocks”, I looked him directly in the eyes, he had a certain twinkle in them, I looked down & saw he was as hard as me, I looked back up to see him checking me out. As he looked back up, he was smiling as much as I was, as we both realised something wonderful was happening here.

I just said, “well?”, he replied, “OK!”, and with that we grabbed hold of each other and rolled over onto the mattress, both looking deep into each other’s eyes, as our hands started to investigate each other’s bodies, soon we were both grabbing at the other’s cock.

Within seconds we were pulling off our pants and locked into the classic 69 position, as our tongues worked in unison, investigating new territory, licking up and around those beautiful throbbing rods of tasty meat. I pulled back his foreskin and started teasing his head, licking around it, poking at that little hole, before slowly starting to take his cock into by mouth, he followed whatever I did first, it was as if he needed me to take the lead, which I found a real turn on.

God did he taste good, it felt so good, my head was spinning from both the experience, but sadly from the alcohol too, I tried to take all his cock into my mouth, it hit the back of my throat, and I discovered my gag reflex, and found myself ready to throw-up.

I broke away, dashed to the toilet, just making it in time, what a fucking passion killer!

My housemate chose that exact moment to stumble in from a nightclub, with some dodgy bird under his arm. They passed the open bathroom door, and burst out in laughter at seeing me naked & lent over the toilet pan on ‘the great white phone to God’. Fuck!

That was the end of the night, I was too sick to carry on & certainly didn’t want those two over hearing Simon & I making out in the room next to them. I headed back to my room, Simon was out like a light, I fell into my bed feeling fucking angry with myself.

Next morning when we woke, I told Simon how sorry I was, he was fine about it & said we were both far too pissed & that we should just forget about it. What I wasn’t sure about was what he meant by that, me being sick or us sucking each other’s cocks. And, my head was hurting so much, and my mind all over the place, that I wasn’t in a fit state to question him.

We showered, separately, and headed downstairs for some breakfast.

Soon my housemate appeared, “you two had a goodnight?”

“Got a bit too pissed too be honest”, I replied.

“Yes, we did notice”, as he laughed, I turned red, and Simon looked confused.

“So, who’s the bird?”

“No idea mate, but she doesn’t half give good head”, we all laughed.

As he headed off back upstairs with tea & toast, he turned and said, “by the way a few of us are fucking off camping tonight, so you’ll have the house to yourself”.

I looked at Simon, he was smiling, with that twinkle in his eyes again, I smiled back, he gave me a knowing wink, and I had a lovely warm feeling come over me, as I realised we certainly wouldn’t be drinking so much today, we needed to save ourselves for some fun tonight.

Part 2

Setting the scene – so, I am working away from my old home town, living in a shared house, and my old mate Simon is visiting & staying for the weekend. Last night, Friday, we both shared our first bi experience with each other, but it didn’t go as well as it could < this being a massive under-statement, it was a bloody disaster!

Anyway, Saturday morning and my housemate tells us he’s off camping, so we will have the house to ourselves tonight, which is handy. Simon’s grandparents live about 30 miles up the road, so he’s off to visit them today, which leaves me with plenty of time to make some plans for tonight.

First things first, I need to head into town and get some poppers from the sex shop, and this was in the days before the fun-police banned Amyl Nitrate in the UK, so proper old-school poppers not the crap that you get nowadays. My porn collection was just a few wank-mags, and tonight I was expecting to be a bit special, so I decided to invest in a couple of hardcore videos too. I so wanted to get some gay or at least bi videos, but the thought of my housemate or someone else discovering them, freaked me right out. So, I settled on a couple of gangbang compilations, so at least there would be a high proportion of fit guys & big cocks to check out.

That mission sorted, next was a trip out to a local farm to see a contact that could sort me out with something nice to smoke, I certainly didn’t want to drink much tonight, but wanted something to help us both relaxed. I asked him if by any chance he had anything special, because [little white lie here] I’ve got an old girlfriend staying the weekend and I want her to enjoy her stay. Blow me, he had some magic mushrooms, again this was before the fun-police made them illegal in the UK, left over from the last picking season and gave me about 100, refusing to accept any money for them & wishing me luck.

I get home late afternoon, and decide to drag the spare mattress down from my bedroom, and put it front of the sofa, to give us a comfortable play area in front of the telly whilst the videos played-out. After that, I make myself a cup of tea and sit down to enjoy that and a nice smoke, first in a few weeks.

At that moment, there’s a knock at the door, it was Simon, and I had this warm feeling come over me, God was I looking forward to having fun with his lush body tonight.

“Oh, something smells good”, says Simon.

“Your timing is perfect, I’ve just lit it, here, you take that, and I’ll get you a cuppa.”

Returning to the living room with his cup of tea, he says, “What’s the spare mattress doing down here?”

“Well, I picked-up a couple of porn videos, so I thought it would be nice to get comfortable in front of the telly.”

He smiles, I continue, “And, as a special treat I’ve managed to get some magic mushrooms, to help us relax even more.”

“Fucking hell mate, you have certainly been plotting and planning”, he’s grinning like a Cheshire cat, and the twinkle has returned to his eyes, I can feel my heart rate increasing.

Then he tries to throw a spanner into the works, as he says, “You know what, I am not sure about this, I mean I’ve never done anything like this before, I was seriously pissed last night, I don’t know if I actually want to do anything like that again, and basically, I don’t want to let you down.”

Oh fuck, a bit of quick thinking is required here, to get things back of track, “Oh Simon, don’t worry, I am feeling the same, I am not sure about any of this, there’s something in me saying I want to try it, but I very nervous too.

Look, here’ s what I suggest – we do the mushrooms, kick back & enjoy the trip with some good sounds. After the peak and we start coming down, I’ll put on the porn videos, and let’s see, well, what pops-up. Look if nothing happens, or we decide all we want to do is wank ourselves, that’s fine. I am not going to push myself onto you, and I am certainly not going to make you do anything you are uncomfortable with. How does that sound?”

“Sounds cool to me.”

I’ll fast forward to the moment I am ready to put the first video on……

It was a hot evening, and I was feeling very hot….and fucking horny, so I suggested we get comfortable by striping down to our pants as I took off my t-shirt off and started to undo my jeans, pleased to see he was following my lead, we then both sat back on the sofa, I was a bit disappointed he decided to sit as far away from me as possible, but hey ho, early stages.

We started to talk about the video, commenting on the fit bird enjoying six fucking fit & hot guys, I commented on a couple of the guys, but he was being a bit more reserved tonight. I kept glancing over at him, checking out his hot body and the growing bulge in his pants, but he was transfixed by the action on screen.

“Fuck this, I need wank, OK with you if I drop my pants”, “sure” he replies, without even looking away from the screen. I was as hard as a rock, and started very slowing wanking my think 7 inches, whilst fondling with my balls, checking him out more than what was happening on screen.

At fucking last, he turns his head to look at what I am doing, he takes a long hard look at my cock, lasting for what seemed like ages, but was most likely only a minute or two, before finally looking up and giving me a grin, “I think I need a wank too”, he says, peeling off this pants and releasing his hard 6 inches of pleasure.

We both wank for a few minutes, then I decide to make my move, I shifted along towards him a bit, and suggested we could wank each other. It was clear he wasn’t sure, this wasn’t going according to my plan at all. Suddenly, I had a light bulb moment, the poppers, I had totally forgotten about them, I reached for my jacket and pull out that little brown jar of joy.

“Hey, Simon, I know you’re not sure about this, but I’ve got a proposal. Look, here’s the deal, I don’t expect you to do anything for me, I am happy just to wank myself, but I would love to go down on you. How about we both take a hit on this and I knee down between your legs, whilst you watch the film, and pretend it’s a bird giving you treat?”

“You sure, you don’t expect me to return the favour? Only I am not sure I feel like it, and it seems a bit mean to receive, but not give.”

“Hell yeah, I really want to try this, you only live once, and I like to try everything at least once, I am totally sure about this, totally happy to just wank whilst sucking you.”

“OK”

Thank fuck for that! I get into position, and take a small hit on the poppers, before handing them to Simon, I take hold of his cock in one hand and his balls in the other, and slowly bend forward, and start licking up and down his shaft and around his purple head. The poppers were working on him, the blood was building up in his cock, and I started taking his throbbing cock into my mouth.

I started slowly, just a couple of inches, my tongue working on it, actually inside my mouth. Then slowly I started moving my mouth up & down on his beautiful shaft, taking just a little more into me after every few movements.

He started groaning a little, I was clearly doing a good job, he slowly started to pumped me, his cock hit the back of my mouth, fuck, there’s that fucking gag reflex again. I pull back, grab the poppers, take four big hits, handing him the bottle, before getting back to work.

Still I only had half his cock in me, simply not enough, I wanted it all. The poppers started to kick in, here was my chance, I had to take it, in went a little more, even more, and more again, until I finally took it all. Fuck you, gag reflex, the poppers sorted you out.

I am bobbing down and down on his cock, and as the poppers hit him, he went wild, he grabbed the back of my head, and started pumping, I was in heaven.

I was no longer having to do anything, but knell there, as he held my head, thrusting up from the sofa and down my throat, I was being face-fucked and loving every fucking minute of it.

The poppers started to wear off, I pulled back, “give me those fucking poppers, and get on this fucking mattress, I want to get comfortable & totally give myself to you, and I want you to face-fuck me as hard as you can.” Jesus, where the fuck did those words come from?

Simon looked shocked, oh I hoped I hadn’t freaked him, I took six massive hits on the poppers, handed the bottle back to him, positioned myself on the sofa, with my head hanging over the edge, and as he screwed the lid back on the poppers, proclaimed, “come on, fuck my face, give it to me, feed it to me, fuck my fucking brains out.” Again, where the fuck did these words come from? I was acting like a total slut, not a care in the world, except the need to swallow cock & cum.

He moved forward, and thrusted his cock all the way into me, until my nose was embedded in his sack, and being a good boy, did exactly what I had asked, starting slowly, and gathering pace, pumping that cock in and out of my mouth & throat, he was like a wild man, and I was in heaven.

Suddenly, I felt him tense a bit, his cock seemed to expand in me, he cried out, “Oh, fuck”, and with that I felt him start to unload in my mouth, as he thrust forward again, his cum was shooting straight into my throat, whilst some was leaking from my lips onto my face.His body was shaking, as the last of his juices exploded into my mouth, he tasted so fucking good. He pulled out & collapsed onto the mattress, I rolled off the sofa, and went to work licking up whatever cum I could, this was why too good to waste.

Just as I had finished cleaning him up, he regathered himself, and proclaims, “Oh fuck, this has gone too far, way too far”, as he grabs the sheet and pulls it over himself.

I just started laughing, “what the fuck are you laughing at?”

“Well, you, too far? It was the logical conclusion, you fucked a face, and emptied your sack into it, fucking perfect conclusion, as far as I am concerned.”

He smiled, well that was something, but I feared that was the end of the evening’s entertainment, as he pulled the sheet over his head & curled up under it. That made me go soft, I crawled under the sheet, without getting too near to him, and curled-up with my back to him.

Part 3

So, after Simon had emptied his load into my mouth & down my throat, he freaked somewhat, I know it was his first proper time with another guy, it was mine too, but it seemed odd it was him that had a guilt-trip, when it was me who took his cock & cum, and I fucking loved it!

It was strange for me, as I always thought I would be the one fucking him, both in the face and anally, I was slightly older, taller, muscular, and with a bigger cock. Whereas he was that bit younger, shorter, very slim, a boyish body and boyish looks to his face.

My fantasy was to have him as my sissy boy, I was to be his daddy, OK I took the lead by going down on him first, but for me to basically beg him to fuck my face, for me to be so wildly submissive like that wasn’t what I had expected. But, I fucking loved it & just knew I wanted to repeat that experience. Often.

So, we are both curled-up under the sheet, with our backs to each other, in a sort of state of recovery, for what seems like ages, but was probably just a few minutes, before I heard him re-position himself, as he said, “Hi, I am sorry.”

“Sorry, sorry for what? You have nothing to feel sorry about, you did well, and I fucking loved it, so thanks mate.”

With that, he moved closer & I felt his hand land on my back, and start to slowly caress it, as he continued, “Well, I am sorry for freaking out like that, it was such a shock, I don’t remember ever shooting a load that powerfully before and cumming with such a massive load, and with a fucking bloke for fucks sake, it blow my mind a bit.”

One fucking great grin filled my face, and my cock was growing hard again, from both him saying that and from the attention he was giving my back, “Hi, Simon, don’t worry about, it was fucking hot, but if you feel uncomfortable about us playing, I am cool with leaving it like that. But, I would suggest you stop stroking my back, because that has always turned me on.”

He moved closer to me and I felt his breath near my ear, as he whispered in a sexy way, “But, what if I want to turn you on?”

“Well, you just carry right on as you are then.”

“I am still a bit unsure, but I want to explore some more, but I want to do it slowly, in my own time, I want you to just lay there and let me treat you now, is that OK?”

“Fuck, yeah, you carry right on, boy.”

With that, he moved closer, his chest coming to rest against my shoulders, I could feel his cock against the small of my back, his left hand reached over and started to caress my chest, his right hand was caressing my head. Slowly the left hand moved down to my stomach, and then lightly touched the top of my cock, which by now was rock hard!

He rolls me onto my back, grabbing hold of my cock, as he whispers into my ear again, “Oh, you have such a big beautiful cock, and tonight it’s all mine.”

I went to respond, but before I could his lips closed on mine, and his tongue entered my mouth, as he passionately started to kiss me, whilst his hand slowly moved down my cock & started playing with my balls. Blimey, I wasn’t expecting this, it seemed odd kissing, I was only really interested in playing with & sucking each other’s cock, and ideally, if he would let me, fucking him, I hadn’t thought about kissing. But, hell, this was fucking hot, and as our tongues did battle, I was getting seriously turned on!

After a few minutes, he broke away, he rolled over on top of me, my cock hard against his stomach, as his tongue teased my left nipple, then my right one, he darted back & forth between them, giving them each a little bite, before moving down further, his tongue licking its way over my stomach, as he continued his journey down my body.

I certainly hadn’t expected anything like this, I had just imagined having hot & dirty sex, he was worshipping my body like a sexy bird would, being seriously passionate as he slowly prepared himself for his next move.

As those thoughts formed in my mind, he had arrived at his destination, he was knelt between my legs, one hand holding my cock, the other throwing the sheet off him, before grabbing hold of my balls. He looked up at me, and in the dime light I saw a fucking big grin on his face, that twinkle in his eyes, as he said, “you’re so fucking hot, you’re so fucking big, and you’re all fucking mine now.”

Jesus, I almost shot my load right there & then, he was my sissy boy and he was about to give his daddy a proper service.

His hand pulled my foreskin down, his head dropped towards mine, and his tongue started dancing over my purple head, before slowly working its way down my length, up & down, round & round he went. This was fucking amazing.

I started pulling myself up a bit, “Where are you going?”, he said, “I just want to grab the poppers”, I responded, “Good idea.”

I pulled myself up onto the sofa, and reached for the little brown bottle, he was still between my legs, one hand slowing wanking himself, the other holding my cock, as he slowly started taking it into his mouth.

I took a few hits on the poppers, then Simon did likewise, before taking my cock back into his mouth, working up & down it, taking a bit more each time, as the poppers started to work on him, I felt my cock start pushing down his throat, I was in heaven. This continued for some time, before he broke off, and said, “pass me those fucking poppers.”

As he took six large hits, I took my chance to take control & stood up in front of him, as he passed the poppers back to me, I said, “get back to work boy, daddy is taking charge now, prepare to be face fucked.

I took a few hits on the poppers, as my cock disappeared back into his mouth & down his throat. I screwed the lid back on the poppers, and tossed the bottle onto the sofa, grabbed his head with both hands, taking control and slowly started to fuck his face.

One of his hands played with my balls, whilst he continued to wank himself with the other. We broke away a couple of times, for further hits on the poppers & then continued, until I announced, “fuck I am close.”

With that is pulled off, “fucking finish yourself off, I want to see you shoot your load, over my fucking face and in my fucking mouth.”

Cool, no problem, I grabbed my cock, and started to pump it, within seconds I cried out, “fuck, yeah”, as I shot my load over his face and into his open mouth. Fucking hell, this was hot, he looked beautiful covered in my spunk, as a second, third and finally fourth load landed on its target, draining my balls.

I dropped to my knees, just as he started to unload himself, I managed to get into position to have the last of it hit my face, we ended-up in a 69 position, as we both went to work cleaning each other up, before suddenly he re-positioned himself and our mouths joined, as our tongues danced in the mixture of both our juices, before swallowing.

I was on my back, he cuddled up to me, my arm pulled him close, his head rested on my chest, as he whispered, “thank you, big boy.”

Part 4

“Simon, you need to move over, I need to go for a piss”, after using the loo, I grabbed some condoms & KY jelly from my room, I heard Simon in the bathroom, as I returned downstairs to our ‘play-room’, the video had finished, so I put the second on.

Simon re-joined me, I wasn’t sure if he had noticed the condoms & tube of KY on the table, he certainly didn’t comment, as he got under the sheet, resting his head on my chest again, without saying a word.

I had to break the silence, “Simon, I’ve really enjoyed the evening so far, how are you feeling?”, “A bit weird, and a bit confused, but yeah it’s been fun”, he responded. To me ‘it’s been fun’, sounded like that was it as far as he was concerned, so I wasn’t sure what to say.

As we continued to watch the film, my hand was slowly caressing his back, and after a few minutes his hand started to do the same on my stomach, and it wasn’t long before it had moved down enough to touch the top of my once again hard cock.

He moved down a bit more, resting his head on my stomach, as his hand gently rubbed the length of my cock, before moving down to play with my balls. I couldn’t believe my luck, he was starting things again!

“Careful now Simon, you’re getting me horny again.” Without responding, he throws the sheet off us, rolled over between my legs, grabbed my cock, and started to lick the length, “Simon, don’t worry if you’re not up for it, but I really fancy….”. He stopped me mid-sentence, “Oh, I know what you really fancy”, and reached over for the condoms & KY, answering my question as to if he had noticed them a few minutes earlier.

He slowly rolled a condom over my ever-growing cock, covered it in KY, and applied some to his virgin hole, he grabbed the poppers & took a few hits on them, handing the bottle to me, as he positioned himself over my cock, and started to take it into his tight virgin hole.

The tip was only just in him, it was clear he was struggling a little with the invasion, I handed him the poppers again, and as he took a few more hits, his tight hole started to give-up its resistance, and slowly inch-by-inch he took me inside of him, until all seven inches were in him

“Fuck, yeah”, he cries, “that feels so fucking good, it fills me right up.” I was lost for words, this beautiful boy, who I’ve always fancied & wanted to fuck, was sat on me, impaled on my rock-hard cock, with the look of pure lust on his face.

“God, you look fucking hot, I so want to fuck your brains out”, I said, “starting slowly, until you are begging for it harder, faster & deeper.” He lent forward and replied, “wait a moment, let me adjust to it first”, his lips met mine, our mouths opened as we passionately kissed for a moment.

He sat back up and very slowly started to move up & down on my cock, whilst wanking himself, what a beautiful slight. I joined his rhythm, and slowly started fucking him, but this wasn’t the best position for me.

“Oh, this is amazing, fucking amazing”, he says, “fuck my tight hole, fuck it harder”, that was my queue, I sat up, pushing him over onto his back, and pushed a cushion under his arse, to lift him a little, and without even pulling out of him.

I lent forward and started kissing him, whilst fucking him just a little faster, this still wasn’t a great position for me, I pulled out of him, “what the fuck are you doing, where are you fucking going, you’ve hardly fucking started”, he exclaims.

I laugh, “don’t worry boy, I’ve not finished with you yet”, I stand up, grab his hand & pulled him up, my other hand grabs the poppers, “come with me boy, for a proper hard fucking”. I lead him upstairs to my bedroom, pushed him over onto my bed, placing a couple of pillows under him, he was now at the perfect height for me standing at the edge of the bed.

I took a couple of hits on the poppers, and passed the bottle to him, as I spread his legs, and my still rock hard cock re-entered him, one swift move & I was deep inside him again, my balls against his arse cheeks.

“Oh, fuck, oh, fucking hell, oh, fuck me”, he cries out, and so I did, slowly pulling back until just an inch was left in him, before slowly thrusting forward again until my whole 7 inches was embedded in him again. His eyes looked ready to pop, as I repeated this movement a half a dozen times.

“How’s that boy? How does it feel having daddies’ big fat cock up that tight little hole of yours?”, “fucking amazing”, he replies, “fuck me harder.”

“Beg for it boy”, and he did, “please daddy, please fuck me harder, fuck me faster, fuck me deeper, fuck that fucking hole, fuck my fucking brains out.” This boy was going wild, and I speeded up, and occasionally pulled right out, before thrusting all the way back in, and each time I did that it looked like his eyes were about to pop out on sticks.

God was this good, pounding that tight hole, watching him wanking himself, as he continued to beg for more, until suddenly, his body tensed, he cried out one last time, “oh, fuck”, as he exploded, his cum shot out and some reached as far as his face, what a beautiful sight.

That was it for me, I wasn’t going to last any longer, I pulled out, pulled off the condom, pulled him off the bed & onto the floor, and with just a couple of pumps on my cock, I was unloading onto his face and into his open mouth once more.

We pulled ourselves onto the bed, and once more went about licking up each other’s juices, not a drop was to be wasted, before cuddling up and drifting off to sleep.

Jotaro Kujo was a name that caused most people to either immediately shiver with anxiety or make their heartthrob 100 beats a second. He used to be one of the biggest delinquents in his Japanese neighborhood as a teen. He’d get into fights over the slightest provocations and leave even the strictest of teachers at his mercy. Thankfully for everyone in Japan, his attitude mellowed out greatly upon him reaching adulthood. He was done with needless fighting and focused his aggression elsewhere. What helped him have such a huge change of heart was the luxurious world of the porn industry.

Like most healthy males, Jotaro consumed his fair share of porn over the years. He used to watch a simple video with a plump model, spank the money, and then immediately click off the video. It wasn’t until he discovered a certain actor did his curiosity for porn spike substantially. Polnareff was a mega-celebrity of the gay porn world. He mesmerized countless clients with his oversized ass and unrivaled passion for sex. Some had even called him the french dick slinger due to his nationality and unbroken record of taking dick every single day since his porn career started. Jotaro fell in love with polnareff the moment he saw polnareff’s sex marathon video. It involved a group of 20 black men taking turns fucking the literal piss and shit out of him. It made the Japanese man rock hard and he knew then that he had to become a pornstar to get the chance to fuck him.

His adult life was kicked off with him going to the biggest porn studio that would hire him. He scared a few clients due to his intimidating looks and reputation, but there were still studios attracted to his manly body. His alpha-male physique and personality were unlike the majority of actors in Japan so his talent soon became a hot commodity. Jotaro often landed the role of a gym coach or straight dad in a lot of his porn movies. He made a name for himself due to the unrelenting force of his thrusting during sex and his verbal lashings. Jotaro Kujo became a porn brand name that quickly brought plentiful sales to whatever video he was in. This was all done so he could catch the attention of Polnareff. He wanted him to see that he was a man who could destroy his perfect ass. A few months after a porn debut, the fated day finally arrived. Jotaro’s directors struck up a deal with Polnareff’s directors to get them to star in a series of videos. Polnareff currently lived in New York City to get a more diverse selection of dick, but that wasn’t an issue. Jotaro traveled to America a few times already for vacation and he had more than enough money to make the trip.

He boarded the planes with his luggage packed and smiled to himself at the thought of meeting his idol. Jotaro ordered a taxi to the five-star Manhattan hotel and entered the building to greet the camera crew waiting in the lobby. The mixture of Japanese and American crew members reminded him how big of a deal this crossover would be. His excitement made the elevator ride to the room feel like several hours had passed. He couldn’t open the door soon enough to meet his porn crush. Jotaro stared lustfully at the hot piece of ass taking up his line of sight. The watermelon-sized booty belonged to none other than polnareff. His dream had finally come true

Here he was now, watching polnareff twerk his massive boy pussy in a five-star hotel room. The tabloids would eat this news right up; two megastars of the porn world collabing for the first time. The perfect dick meets the perfect ass. Polnareff was kneeling on the bed, making that ass clap and shake for his latest client.

” Damn nigga. That booty looking bigger than my head. You ready for daddy to smash that juicy pussy?” Jotaro, the wall of pure muscle, stroked his behemoth sized dick and pointed it at the pornstar. It throbbed with excitement and hunger to crush the gluttonous booty.

” Oh, I’m more than ready. I’m a big fan of your videos. You have this dominating aura that makes every costar submit to you. You’re one of the few people that come close to matching my sex drive. Let’s see if your alpha dick can handle my award-winning booty” Polanreff was excited to give his slutty hole to Jotaro so he stretched his asscheeks to reveal his puffy pink anus.

Jotaro chuckled to himself as he hopped onto the bed to begin the show. He kneeled behind him, grabbed him by the waist, and plunged his meaty dick inside without hesitation. He immediately felt his dick get coated in a river of tropical scented lubricant. Polnareff was trained quite well in taking dick, but even he was taken aback by how much force Jotaro put into him. It was like lightning was shooting down his spine and into his anus. He had to bite on his lips to stifle a moan.

” What’s the matter, hoe? Gonna tap out already?” Jotaro teased and smacked the two ripe melons to watch them jiggle.

” Hardly. It’ll take a lot more than that to make me submit. I’ve taken far bigger dicks than this”. He lied. Polnareff didn’t get a good look at Jotaro before he put his dick inside, but it felt like it 12 inches. That would’ve made it the biggest dick he ever took. He probably would’ve blacked out from the size of it if he didn;t have so much experience.

” I love a bitch with tenacity” Jotaro smirked and stopped holding back. He clenched the waist as tightly as he could while thrusting into the hole at superhuman speed. Every thrust was like a gunshot brutally slamming against the gspot while his ten-inch dick stretched out the walls. Jotaro admired the sight of his dick being swallowed up by the hungry hole, seeing the skin around it get pulled outward every time he took his dick out.

Polanreff tried his best to put on a brave face for the audience but it was no use. The french slut had his eyes rolled back and he was drooling on the bad. ” AH AH AH OH FUCK DADDY! TEAR THIS PUSSY UP! NOBODY CAN FUCK ME BETTER THAN YOU! YOU’RE THE BEST!”

Jotaro yanked Polnareff by the hair to pull his head back and roughly smack his face.” I’m the best dick you ever had? Say I got that boss daddy dick”. He punched him on the back while continuing to fuck the ass into oblivion. The sounds of ass clapping intermingled with Polnareff’s moaning.

” AH AH FUCK YOUR DICK IS THE BEST! YOU GOT THAT BOSS DADDY DICK! JUST KEEP FUCKING ME, DADDY! YOU’RE THE FUCKING BEST!!!” He screamed at the top of his lungs. Any of his previous clients watching the Livestream felt emasculated from having the honor of being his best fuck buddy taken away from them.

Jotaro smacked both ass cheeks as his Dick powerfully slammed in and out the slutty hole. Polnareff was amazed by how savage the dick felt. It made him feel like a virgin again even though he slept with over 100 different men. Not wanting jotaro to hog all the glory, Polnareff used his expert twerking skills to throw his ass back on the dick. The cheeks clapped down hard on the mighty rod as it slid up and down on the girth. Jotaro wouldn’t be the only one playing rough. Polnareff ground his hips onto the dick and manually clapped his ass in rapid fashion. Jotaro curled his toes and gritted his teeth in reaction to the role reversal. It was like he was getting his soul sucked out.

” Ah, shit nigga you really pushing it! You gon make daddy bust a nut early”. Jotaro remained strong and focused his willpower on his manhood to hold back ejaculation. He wasn’t going to tap out this early. He was going to mind break Polnareff in front of all his loyal fans. He plunged deeper and deeper into the giant peach. Tried as he might, Polnareff couldn’t hold back his bodily functions. He let out massive farts that sent waves of vibrations down the hardened shaft. A sea of shit erupted from the booty and splashed all over the manly dick destroying his all. The shit splashed into the air and rained down on his back. Words couldn’t describe how much embarrassment he felt from being turned into that filth whore he currently was.

” You’re such a messy little cum slut. I wonder how much longer I have to dig for gold until you let it all out” Polnareff received yet another slap on the ass before his head was slammed into the bed.

Polanreff couldn’t take anymore. The godly dick made him lose complete control over his body, making his giant boy pussy spew up a fountain of shit from the rectum. His penis was in no better shape since he was leaking piss like a faucet. The urine raced down his fat thighs and stained the bed greatly. The slut was getting fucked so hard he was a moaning mess who could do nothing more than beg for dick. He felt mortified. He was a top-rated pornstar and here he was creaming on the dick of a man who only recently got into the industry. He knew at that moment that jotaro would be his costar. He was addicted to that boss daddy dick.

His mind operating on autopilot, polnareff mindlessly slammed his boy pussy back on the dick with all his force. His hole squeezed and sucked Jotaro’s cock for everything it had. Even with his massive sperm control, Jotaro wouldn’t hold out forever. With his climax quickly approaching, Jotaro used the last of his willpower to flip Polnareff on his back and piledrive into his hole like a jackhammer. The viewers now had the perfect shot of both their asses and how they jiggled. His upside-down state meant that the urine and shit rolled down his stomach and edged closer to his face.

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The cake they’d prepared for his employee of the year celebration was perfect for Rob’s palate—light, airy, and semi-sweet—so naturally, he took only one slice. He ate it in small bites as his supervisor read off a list of his achievements: flawless attendance, 92.5% productivity, and a 45% increase in work satisfaction metrics as calculated by the smiling facial recognition device that sat at his desk. They pointed out how he excelled at his work and he should be proud.

He assured them, quietly, that he indeed felt overwhelming pride in his work.

Rob worked in the Vikander Building, an old stalwart of the golden age that still had kindly elevator operators wearing white gloves. As Rob entered the elevator, the operator greeted him by name.

“Evening, Mr. Robert. Heading out for the day?”

“I am, Sammy. How about you? Here for much longer?” Rob replied.

Sammy grinned. His white teeth glittered in the soft light reflected from the gold-plated fixtures lining the wall. Rob smiled back politely, the elevator descended. When they reached the ground floor, Rob said, “Smooth as ever, Sammy.”

In reply, Sammy tipped the brim of his cap. “Pleasant and safe evening, Mr. Robert.”

“Always,” Rob said as he walked away.

On the street there was the typical downtown bustle: busy, but controlled. Business people hurried around, parents with well-behaved children walked side by side. Even the chill in the air seemed manageable. Rob headed south from the Vikander past a roughly man-sized tower of cameras pointing in every direction sitting at the center of the square out in front of the building. Beneath it read: super omnia securitatis.

Rob had to break into a jog and even so just barely caught the burnished chrome streetcar waiting down the street before it buzzed to life again and headed off.

He took a seat beside a woman who gave him a reserved half-smile, which he returned before looking away. As he sat with his hands in his lap, Rob heard the two people sitting in the seats in front of him talking.

“And you’ve heard about the murder?”

“A murder? Here?”

“Yes. They say the head was nearly removed from the body…”

“But that’s obscene! Absurd! Who could kill someone and not imagined they’d be caught? This is the safest city in the world.” A pause. “But you say the head was cut off?”

“Very nearly. Apparently the whole scene was grisly. The body was dragged…”

“Oh, oh—” said one of them. “But what about the cameras? They didn’t see? How could they miss it?”

Rob stopped listening after that. He looked out the window of the trolley and watched as they moved from the arches and chevrons of the sleek, gilded downtown to the luxuriant-by-proxy semi-sprawl of stacked stucco facades that lined the streets of the outer neighborhoods like closed faces. The two passengers in front of him got off the streetcar, still loudly whispering about the outrageous violence until they were out of earshot.

After turning down a long hill, Rob’s apartment complex appeared: sprawling, complicated geometries of glass and sand-colored stone; it dominated an entire city block and more.

The inside of the structure offered little more clarity. Despite having been a resident for nearly five years, Rob still found himself occasionally turned around in the orgy of mezzanines, sub-floors, courtyards, and byways—a flow more complex than the human heart. And tucked into the corners of almost every wall were the ubiquitous cameras preserving security and order.

Rob made his way to his apartment door where he pressed his thumb into a recessed silver disk and after a momentary sensation of heat, heard the lock click open. He pushed into the apartment filled with the deliciously savory smell of spices and roasted food.

Adam greeted him with a kiss to the cheek and a hug. Underneath his thin sweater, Rob could feel the shape of his partner’s muscular body.

“How was work?” Adam asked, leading Rob to a table already set.

As they ate, Rob told Adam about how he’d been awarded employee of the year. Adam shared in the happy news, even opened a special bottle of wine of which they each had a glass before clearing the table and retiring to the bedroom.

The two of them undressed in the dim room and Rob put his hands all over Adam’s athletic frame; their apartment complex offered a suite of exercise equipment and Adam made frequent use of them because he worked on the opposite end of the city and liked the convenience of exercising near home. Rob didn’t rush as he ran his fingers across the peaks and valleys of Adam’s chest and rigid abdominal muscles. His boyfriend flexed and preened with an amorous grin.

Adam started to fall to his knees, but Rob stopped him and descended himself. He made short work of Adam’s belt and fly, freeing his thick cock, and then Rob made short work of that, too.

Adam put his hands on Rob’s head and made a strangled groan as he came. Rob diligently swallowed the mouthful and more of briny cum and let Adam thrust in and out of his mouth, riding the last of the orgasmic high until he was wrung out.

“Now you,” Adam said. He started to sink to his knees again, but Rob put a firm hand on his thigh and shook his head.

“I’m tired. Tomorrow?”

After a moment of confusion or something like it, Adam nodded, and pulled Rob into a hug and a kiss. He contented himself with one squeeze of the solid bulge in Rob’s pants.

“Tomorrow,” Adam agreed.

Adam got ready for bed and Rob changed out of the collared shirt he wore to work and into a hooded sweatshirt. It bore the faded logo of the vocational training program Rob had attended before entering the workforce: a determined angel with a hammer in one hand and a scale in the other. Rob left the bedroom he shared with his boyfriend and went out to the spacious living room so he could exit onto the balcony. It was a short walkway shared by several units. No one else was out, which was typical. Rob kept later hours than most.

He pulled out a cigarette and quickly lit it. He took a few drags of it before hearing a clicking sound. Rob looked over to see a smooth metallic orb with a single camera lens of an eye hovering on thin wings and moving hummingbird quick. The orb repeated its clicking sound, and produced from beneath itself a slip of paper. Rob walked up to the surveillance device and took it.

The slip read: CITIZEN ROBERT M. CRAFT. YOU ARE IN VIOLATION OF ARTICLE 15.B OF THE CITIZEN’S REGULATION ON PUBLIC CIVILITY. YOU ARE TO PAY THE FINE BELOW OR RISK CENSURE.

Once the paper was retrieved, the surveillance orb played a chime concluding the end of their business and flew off, presumably to catch someone else doing something that they shouldn’t. Rob looked at the amount on the paper. It was slightly more than last time. He finished his cigarette before heading back inside.

When Rob popped his head into the bedroom and waved the small paper bearing the fine, Adam was brushing his teeth. Rob’s partner looked at it and rolled his eyes, waving Rob off to deal with the ticket on his own.

Rob put on his shoes and went back out into the world.

He made his way down the street and on every other corner there were newspaper stands with headlines blaring talk of murder and criminal mischief in the Safest City. Elsewhere there were enormous posters bearing slogans reminding citizens to be WARY & WATCHFUL lest the city slink into the same morass of violence and vice as neighboring territories.

After about a mile of walking, Rob reached the brightly lit processing center which was little more than a wall of screens and open metal tabs hungry to devour the tickets of the citizenry. Rob pushed his ticket into a tab and it disappeared. He paid the amount that came up on the screens—slightly more than the one on the ticket itself—and received a date-stamped confirmation. Rob pocketed the slip and turned the corner instead of returning the way he came.

He stopped at an automat. It was mostly empty aside from a young couple sitting across from each other hand-in-hand, speaking in low tones while their coffees steamed. Rob looked up and down at the rows of food and drink behind glass. He settled on a slice of moist-looking chocolate cake and slipped a coin into the device. The glass lid however didn’t slide open. In fact, nothing happened at all for a very long time. Eventually there was a rhythmic set of clicks and a paper was produced.

It read: THIS MACHINE IS OUT OF ORDER. APOLOGIES. FOR A FULL REFUND, PLEASE TAKE THIS RECEIPT TO THE ADDRESS LISTED BELOW.

Rob palmed the paper and left the couple alone to their moon-eyed conversation.

The secondary location was a dim storefront with shaded windows. However, despite this overture to privacy, there were several cameras visible in the narrow shop. Rob walked up to the counter and placed his receipt.

The man behind the desk was a little older than Rob himself. He had strands of the gray shooting through his chestnut brown hair and beard. He didn’t have the chiseled physique that Adam did, but he was no stranger to lifting heavy things. He looked up at Rob from the book he was reading, which naturally had the logo of Certified Content in the upper right corner.

Rob placed his receipt on the counter between them.

“A malfunction?” the clerk asked.

“Yes. The automat on 18th.”

“You’re entitled to a refund.”

“I was hoping for store credit,” Rob replied.

“Store credit,” the clerk repeated.

The clerk set his book down. “Then would you like to see what items you can exchange your store credit for in the back?”

“Yes. Thank you. I would.”

The clerk stood and reached over to a break in the counter to lift it and allow Rob to come around it. From there they went through the door into a small backroom with a number objects on various shelves cataloged and tagged with prices. And no cameras. Not in the corners or on the shelves or drilled into the walls.

Once the door clicked shut behind them, the clerk’s demeanor changed. “Take off your clothes. We don’t have long.”

Rob took off his sweater and quietly stepped out of his pants. The clerk did the same and they both took an evaluative moment to look each other over before coming together. They kissed deeply, both their tongues searching each other’s mouths, while the clerk played with Rob’s intensely stiff cock.

“Nice piece,” the clerk said breathily.

Rob didn’t answer, instead he reached behind the clerk and grabbed a handful of his ass. The clerk grunted and his dick bobbed. He even let Rob play with his hole, prying into it with a finger while they pressed against each other, both of their dicks leaving slimy trails on the skin of their stomachs.

The clerk reached over to one shelf and retrieved a small bottle which he uncapped and lifted to Rob’s nose.

Rob took a long inhale and sighed out a long breath.

“Fuck,” Rob said. His cock jumped, and the clerk took a few chemically enhanced breaths of his own before putting the bottle away and falling to his knees to see to Rob’s cock.

The clerk seemed an experienced cock sucker. He wasn’t shy about taking Rob’s length in his hands and his mouth. Rob was content to let him do whatever he wanted. While the clerk deep-throated his meat, Rob reached back up to the shelf and retrieved the little bottle to take another whiff of the fluid inside. His shivered and passed it to the cocksucker who took a few deep whiffs of his own, barely breaking his stride.

Rob swayed on his feet while the clerk worked the length of his shaft, paying special attention to the head. Rob made a noise that sounded almost like words, cleared his throat, tried again.

“I’m going to cum.”

The cocksucker continued to suck Rob off, harder now in fact. Rob squeezed his eyes shut and shuddered as his load was sucked out of him and swallowed by the clerk. The man on his knees continued to suck at Rob’s still hard cock until Rob backed away.

“Sensitive after, eh?” The clerk said as he got to his feet. He was stroking his dick, eyeing Rob dangerously. “All right then. What now? You wanna suck me?”

“I want you to cum on my face,” Rob said.

The clerk’s grin widened. “Get down on your knees. I’m gonna shoot soon.”

Rob did as he was told. His gray-blue eyes looked up at the clerk whose hand was a blur on his own cock.

“Pretty boy like you out at night looking for trouble. No one waiting for you at home, pretty boy?”

Rob stared at the clerk without blinking. “No. No one. Cum on my face. Hurry.”

The clerk took a step toward him and the only warning that he was ready to explode came as a single grunt. It began as a dribble and turned into a set of hard, explosives shots that coated Rob’s face and shoulder, then went even further to land on the pile of Rob’s clothes a few feet away. Rob rubbed his half-hard cock and licked his lips. He closed his eyes and massaged the cum into his skin.

“Liked that, eh?” The clerk stroked Rob’s hair.

Rob nodded and slowly opened his eyes. “Yes. Thank you.”

“No problem. Now you have to go.”

Rob nodded and began to get dressed.

The walk home was quieter. Rob walked by the same slogans promoting the benefits of a watchful society and heard the occasional buzzing of the hovering orbs taking pictures of him and the handful of other people shuffling down the street in the dark.

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At his apartment, Rob placed his finger back onto the metal plate and was granted access to his living space. He went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wiped at his face with a warm, wet rag. After that he climbed into bed beside Adam, who stirred as his weight shifted the mattress.

“Did you get the ticket taken care of?” Adam asked.

“I did.”

“Good. Those tickets get more and more expensive…”

“I know.”

A pause. Rob scooted across the bed and pressed his body against Adam’s. His boyfriend made the softest of groans.

“It’s a terrible habit you know. The smoking,” Adam said.

“I know.”

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[28 May 1972] Sunday morning and despite going to bed after 3:00 a.m. I woke at 7:30 a.m., wide awake, and with a raging hard-on.

I threw on a short robe and went downstairs to start coffee , but Uncle Mitch had beat me to it. Not only was he at the counter, but he was also already dressed in jeans and bowling shirt. He brought coffee and we talked about Mr Gull’s “Night Games” [Teacher Game Night], for which I’d been waiter and entertainment last night. It had been fun and wild at times and relatively lucrative but could have used some spice.

The doorbell rang and Uncle Mitch did an ‘oops’ smile, “Mr. Drake. Would you?”. I smiled, would I let him in and tease him? Of course, I would 😁! I loved to tease.

I went to the door, slipping my robe off and folding it over my left forearm. I checked the peephole to make sure it was him and that he was alone [didn’t want to shock the Avon lady] and opened the door.

He smiled for a second, stepped in and shut the door and frowned, “Suppose I had brought someone with me?”

I moved my arms to expose some pubic hair and he glanced down. I leaned close, lips almost touching his and whispered, “I checked the peephole ” my dick stiffened, “Mr Drake, sir.”

His smile returned and he put an arm around me. “Is your uncle up yet?” I said yes and he snatched my robe. He patted my ass, “That’s better. Lead on.”

Once we’d settled at the table with coffee Mr Drake asked if I wasn’t joining them.

Uncle Mitch hadn’t had the chance to ask me if I wanted to join them for breakfast followed by some bar hopping. I said yes to the breakfast, but the local theater was showing a Hammer Frankenstein at 11:30.a.m. then I worked at the studio from 4:30 to 8:00.

Mr. Drake suggested we all go, and I agreed and said I’d pay, since Mr. Drake was paying for breakfast.

We left the diner at 11:00 and crossed the street to the theatre. I was in the lobby, waiting for Mr. Drake and Uncle Mitch to return from the restroom when a middle-aged guy came up to me and asked me if I liked scary movies. I bit down a sarcastic answer [it was a single screen theatre] and said I did.

“Are you here alone?” He stepped closer and clasped his hands in front of him , brushing my cock. I didn’t move, and said I was here with my uncle. He pressed his hand against my cock a little more firmly. “Too bad.”

Mr Drake and Uncle Mitch cane back and we went to the balcony, with the stranger following us casually.

Like the last visit [Uncle Mitch’s Boss plus More Club Owners], there was no one in the balcony and less than sixty people in the theatre. Mr Drake led us to the third row from the back and sat Uncle Mitch in the third seat, me in the second and Mr. Drake in the aisle seat. The stranger sat in the back row.

A little over 10 minutes into the feature Mr. Drake put his right hand on my left leg. I moved my hips just a little when he started fondling my cock and balls.

And a seat squeaked behind me. Mr. Drake looked at the stranger and caressed my dick to erection: A state that was obvious ln my jockstrap and my hip-huggers.

The stranger asked if we needed a fourth and Mr. Drake said “No, not this time”. The stranger handed Mr. Drake a business card, “Just ask for Mr. Church.”

Mr. Drake got a business card for me and introduced us. Mr Church didn’t push the foursome , and sat across from us , glancing over occasionally.

We just watched the movie and left, saying goodbye to Mr Church. [And the nom de plume he gave us couldn’t have been more appropriate. He was 6’5″ tall, plump, bald on the top of his head, clean shaven, and well dressed, as though going to or coming from church. ]

They dropped me off at home at 1:15 p.m. and went bar hopping,

I showered, freshened up and dressed, then read until Mr Collier arrived at 3:30 p.m. and drove me to his studio.

We arrived a little before 4:00 and went to Burger King for dinner. We talked about the night games. I worked last night. He suggested selling footage to fund bigger budget parties. He shrugged , “Have him call me if he wants to kick around some ideas. Meantime let’s go to work.”

Toni Abriano [who I’d known only as Toni from first meeting him in April [Mr Collier’s Friends: Toni and Mr S] until tonight] was due for a solo shoot at 5:00 p.m. He arrived at 4:50, wearing red leather slacks, black western boots and poet shirt, several gold chains and dark aviator sunglasses.

We shook hands , and Mr. Collier said “We’ll do the nudes first. Val, show Toni the shower. Scotch rocks?” Toni said right , put his arm around me and stuck his thumb in my jeans rear pocket and we left the room.

The shoot went smooth and took a little over an hour: 30 minutes for the nudes, 15 minutes to rinse, freshen up and dress, then 15 minutes for a few clothed shots.

I just watched Mr C and learned.

Well okay, I spent a couple minutes stroking and licking Toni’s cock when he had trouble getting it up for the shoot [so he said 😋 ].

Roger Coleman, who I’d met in April [Mister C and Friends: Roger and Mister A ], [though as with Toni I hadn’t been told his last name until tonight] arrived at 5:30., while Toni was doing the nudes. He was wearing jeans, sneakers and denim jacket.

He and Toni were driving together [Roger had taken a cab over here]. While he waited, he looked through the albums for brunette and Asian boy [18+] models available.

While Toni was finishing his clothed shots, Roger took a shower and I poured him a scotch rock [only after he turned the shower off, as Ted Anderson taught me].

Roger’s session lasted about 45 minutes, during which time I was occasionally flirting with and teasing him at his request.

Toni and Roger left at 6:15 pm. and I put out fresh towels and two rocks glasses.

Kenneth Anderson and Arthur Schop.[whose real last name was Schopenhauer] arrived at 6:30 p.m. Kenneth was in his 40s, 5’6″, with a slim, fit build and a small potbelly. [it looked like he had started working out since last time I’d seen him naked [Mr Collier’s Friends: Ken, Roger and Mr G]. He still resembled an accountant [and looked not a little like Heinrich Himmler] with his soft face, round wire frame glasses, small moustache and balding brown hair. He had light body hair, trimmed pubic hair and a 6.5″ cock.

His friend, Arthur Schopenhauer [“call me Herr Schop”], was mid-thirties, 5’11”, slim and athletic with a thin moustache and short brunette hair. He had no chest hair, trimmed pubic hair and a 9.5-inch cock.

Kenneth asked if I’d join them in the shoot and Mr Collier said I’d be available after 30 June.

The shoot went from 7:15 to 8:15 and was primarily for Herr Schop, but Kenneth paid a little extra for half a dozen shots of them together, nude but not in action.

After the shoot Kenneth took Mr. C aside and Herr Schop followed me to the refreshment area. He touched my shoulder and asked, softly, if he could get a refill

I turned slightly, very aware of his cock, which I’d been glancing at all throughout the shoot. I nodded, “Sure. Go ahead and shower and ill have it fresh when you are.”

He patted my ass, “Oh I am always ready and always fresh.”

He went into the bath and stepped into the shower. I put out deodorant, and three brands of cologne.

Mr. C came in and asked how things were going. I told him and added “I think he’s about to suggest sex”.

He smiled, “maybe, if you’re game later.”

I told him I was game, and he nodded.

I went out and talked with Kenneth while we waited for Herr Schop. We talked about high school and what came next [four years of work then arts college]. He suggested that I think about films, “not just loops and cheap films, but big-time hard-core. I’ve got a few clients that I stock through Jeff–

Mr C came back with Herr Schop and smiled, “Are you trying to steal my favorite party doll?”

Kenneth returned the smile “I was telling him we have plenty of options.”

Mr C put his arm around my shoulder. “Kenneth brings me a lot of out of state and Canadian work. And I supply boys to some of his clients for entertainment and service for parties and such.”

Herr Schop suggested we go to the 9 Balls and we locked up and went on over.

We took a table near the pool table. Ronnie brought me a Black Russian and whispered to Mr Collier that his and my first drinks were on Toni [who had left with Roger and a “dad/son” pair almost an hour ago, at 8:00 p.m.].

We talked a while about sex for the most part, traded jokes and talked about movies [standard and XXX]. Around 10:00 p.m. Kenneth suggested we go somewhere we could get looser. Herr Schop suggested his place and off we went , in his car with Schop driving and me and Kenneth in the back seat, and Mr. C following in his car.

We’d barely got out of the lot when Kenneth pulled my shirt off over my head, straightened me up and kissed me. I kept my lips closed at first, making him work for it. He pinched my nipples, then twisted them and finally massaged my cock and balls.

I opened my mouth and Kenneth shoved his tongue in. He opened his mouth wide, covering mine, licking and sucking my tongue as I pushed it forward. He broke the kiss and licked my jaw, my ear, sucked my earlobe and kissed me roughly.

He leaned back, “You horny little slut.” unbuckled my belt. “hot”, opened my jeans, “little”, and pulled my jeans down to my knees as I held my briefs up, “bitchboy.”

He removed my shoes and socks, then my jeans. I started to remove my briefs and he pulled my hands away, “I’ll do that when I’m ready.” He pushed his slacks and briefs down, “get over here and suck my cock.”

I said, “thank you”, moved closer, knelt and took half of his hard 6.5″ cock into my mouth and began licking and sucking it as. Kenneth held my head loosely.

Herr Schop slowed the car, “a couple of minutes.”

I started to speed up, but Kenneth slowed me down.

Herr Schop pulled into a driveway and opened the garage door.

Kenneth told me we’d pick it up later. I got up on the seat and waited. Mr Collier pulled into the driveway, got out and joined us in the garage.

Kenneth put his clothes together and got out of the car. Herr Schop closed the garage door and joined the other men.

Kenneth tapped on the windows, “come on out and take your briefs off. Slowly.”

I got out of the car and slowly, teasing, slipped my briefs off.

Mr. C said he and I would get drinks and join Kenneth and Herr Schop in the living room.

When we went into the living room Kenneth had stripped to his briefs and Herr Schop to his jockstrap. There was a brown bottle that turned out to be poppers, a jar of lube and a small black china tray with 3 plump joints on it.

I served the drinks, mine, Herr Schop’s, Kenneth’s and then Mr. Collier’s. I put the tray on the cleared kitchen counter and went back into the living room.

And Herr Schop asked me to get matches from the kitchen. I found them and brought them out.

And he said that he didn’t need them and sent me back.

I started to take them back…

…and he called me back.

He took the box of kitchen matches, and smiled , “I just enjoy watching you walk, particularly from the rear.”. The men laughed and Kenneth raised his glass “to Val’s ass!!” They laughed and drank.

Kenneth took another swallow, then waved me over, “Don’t you have a blowjob to get back to?”

I said, “yes sir”.

He stood up and led me around between the coffee table and the television and pushed me, assertively, to my knees. He lightly patted my cheeks with his semi hard cock. “Now suckit“.

I took almost half of it into my mouth and licked and sucked it. Kenneth brushed my hair, “Light one of the joints and pass it around, Arthur. Bitte.”

Mr Collier stood and took off his slacks, briefs and shirt.

Herr Schop fired up a joint, took a good drag off it and took it to Mr Collier. He passed on it, so Herr Schop brought it to us.

Kenneth took a short hit, withdrew and put the joint between my lips and I took a long drag.

I held it in, running my fingers along his cock and balls. He released the smoke after a minute and I followed his lead, opening my mouth wide. Kenneth handed the joint to Herr Schop, gripped my hair, holding me unmoving, and fucked my mouth.

Mr. Collier came over and spoke with Kenneth in very soft whispers. Kenneth withdrew and let go of my hair. “Get up , baby”.

I stood up and he and Mr C turned me around, ass to Kenneth. “Such a tempting target”, Kenneth fondled my ass for a minute then, suddenly, yanked my briefs down and kicked my feet wide apart. Mr. C wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held them and Kenneth lubed my ass slowly and thoroughly, pushing his index and middle fingers deep inside me. When he finished, he patted my ass gently, did it again, then slapped it half a dozen time and nudged his cock into my hole.

He fucked me at a steady pace, his hands on my hips. Then faster, lips moving silently and slower for a few minutes Wrapped his arms around my waist and sped up as I jerked my cock, and it brushed his right hand. He groaned, almost a growl “Oh you fucking hot little bitch” and slowed “fuck”. He moved his hands back and spread my ass cheeks, sped up “yes, mm yeah” and stopped, thrust his cock into me and released a huge load “fuck!“

He slowly withdrew and took my glass from the coffee table.

Mr C let me down but held my arm.

Kenneth held out my drink “Drink half, nonstop”.

I did, and felt that big, lopsided smile that signals I’m in phase 2 of Val is Drunk [and was aided and abetted by the marijuana].

He kissed me, shoving his tongue in deep and I sucked it hungrily. Then he held my drink out and when I reached for it, he drank the rest of it, kissed me aggressively, then whispered “Now get on your elbows and knees so Mister Collier can fuck you.”

I got to my elbows and knees, listening to Mr Collier lubricating his 6.5-inch cock , and anticipating him driving it into me.

And he wasted no time getting his cock into my hole and fucking me hard and steady.

Herr Schop took the second joint and joined Kenneth, who was sitting on the floor watching Mr C fuck me.

Kenneth went to the first-floor restroom, cleaned up and returned to his floor seat. Herr Schop lit up and took a long drag off the joint, held the smoke for less than a minute and kissed Kenneth, who inhaled the smoke, held it, and passed it back to Herr Schop.

Mr. Collier grasped my waist and fucked me faster.

Herr Schop stood up and took his jockstrap down, exposing his erect 9.5-inch cock.

Mr. C slowed down, fucking me in long strokes. A few minutes later he sped up a little and within a minute shot a good load into my ass.

Herr Schop lubricated his cock while Mr Collier finished, withdrew, patted my ass lightly and went to the bathroom to clean up.

Herr Schop told me to lay belly-down flat and spread wide. I did it and he came over and lay between my legs and eased his cock into me.

Mr C whispered to Kenneth and, after Kenneth said “refill, thank you”, stood and went into the kitchen.

Herr Schop thrust his cock all the way in and started fucking me slowly for a few strokes, then sped up to a steady pace.

Kenneth went into the kitchen with Mr Collier. [Mr C told me later that Kenneth wanted to get me into some light bondage.]

Herr Schop fucked me for around ten minutes, then withdrew and got me to my hands and knees. He found his drink and finished it, lubed his cock lightly and returned to me.

Mr. C and Kenneth returned from the kitchen and sat on the couch.

Herr Schop slid his cock into my ass, pushed my legs together and fucked me slowly…

Mr. C said “…a photo or film shoot first. Then see what happens.”

Herr Schop withdrew and turned me over, shoved my legs up , thrust his cock into me and fucked me a little faster. He grasped my elbows, loosely, and pinned my arms to the floor.

Kenneth looked at me and spoke to Mr. C, “He’s your employee, isn’t he? I mean that as a serious question, not as a challenge. If he isn’t, I’d like to approach him myself,”

Herr Schop fucked me faster. I whispered, “Feels great” and looked up at him then over at Kenneth.

Mr Collier glanced at me and saw me looking at Kenneth and smirked. “Let’s discuss this tomorrow morning.”

Kenneth nodded, “good idea”.

I looked up at Herr Schop, opened my mouth and let pleased little sounds come out.

Herr Schop withdrew and, stroking his cock, moved up and pinned my shoulders and shot a huge load of cum across my face. He closed my mouth and covered my face with 4 or 5 more streams of cum. He smiled and pinched my nipples and said, “Good little bitch”. He stood and went to clean up.

I laid there, my dick throbbing, feeling very well fucked.

Mr. C brought me a drink and I took a swallow then licked cum off the glass.

I showered and dressed except for jeans and shoes and joined the men on the couch.

We left at 1:00 a.m. and Mr. C got me home at a little past 1:30.

I got in and, seeing the living room light on locked up, but left the chain off. I went to the living room and found Mr Drake and Uncle Mitch. Uncle Mitch was asleep on an armchair and Mr Drake was on the couch, naked, lazily stroking his 9-inch cock while watching gay porn loops.

I asked how it went and Mr. Drake sat up and turned to look at me, “Not bad for his first cruise. How about you get us [you and me] drinks, vodka tonic, and I’ll give you highlights.”

I went to the kitchen, opened my shirt and the button and zipper of my jeans, got the drinks and took them in and stood between Mr. Drake’s legs.

He took his drink and took a swallow. “know what I want?”

I swayed my hips and drank. I shrugged, “I can think of a few things you might like, sir.”

He shook his head, smiling, “Yeah I’ll bet you could.”. He drank and raised his glass, “To more devoted employees with more flexible, homosexual boys.”. We toasted, he drank half his remaining vodka tonic, and I drank half my Black Russian.

He tugged my jeans down to my knees and my briefs down haphazardly. “We’re both pretty tired (I am, at least), so all I want is a no fuss blowjob, if you’re up to it. While you do that, I’ll tell you about our day.”

I knelt and licked and kissed his cock, working my way up to the head, then took it into my mouth and sucked it.

The first place Mr Drake and Uncle Mitch got action was at an adult bookstore in the peepshows. They both entered a booth and about 15 minutes later a thirty some guy came in and sucked both of them off.

Mr Drake held my head and fucked.my mouth.

They hit a couple bars after lunch and an adult theatre after dinner. The theatre had been quiet for the 90 minutes they’d spent there.

They went to the 9 Balls for a couple hours, then the Blue Bar where Uncle Mitch got sucked off at their table.

Mr drake brushed my hair, pumping faster.

And later still at the Blue Bar, Mr Drake took Uncle Mitch into a second restroom where they got into a line with 6 other men who were getting sucked off by a young man around 18 to 20.

A minute after he finished the brief outline of their day, Mr Drake shot a small load of cum into my throat.

Afterwards we finished our drinks and said good nights.

I managed to get a shower and fall asleep naked on the bed.

Til next time

Val. 😁

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Growing up I was the anonymous child. In a family of five children, I was the middle child. My eldest brother, the firstborn, was a total hell-raiser. Number two, my sister, was a drama queen. Number four, my second sister, was the ADD/ADHD Ritalin sibling among her many other disorders, and number five my youngest brother was the darling of our tribe. He could do no wrong and always got away with murder. My entire childhood was a never-ending soap opera. The one thing that I, Mr. Anonymous, had above all the others was that I was born with a brain. Collectively, their combined intelligence wouldn’t amount to a triple-digit IQ.

When I graduated from college, therefore, I made sure to find a job as far away from them as possible. Parochial as my family was, I was also sure that I would be rid of them for good. I wasn’t exactly sent on my way with a stash of money to start my new life, but my freedom more than up for that. Initially, I would phone home once a week but these calls were always cut short by some or other drama because of Ms. Ritalin or Mr. Hell-Raiser. Shortly, these calls regressed to a bi-monthly routine, followed by a monthly call, which thereafter became the standard practice.

I had long known that I was gay, but having grown up in a family where homosexual people were referred to as queers, I was sure the word gay would’ve raised confused eyebrows. Strangely, I was never asked about my love life during one of my phone calls because I presumed that being the nerd I was, my family would not have been able to process the idea that I was even capable of caring for a goldfish. Thankfully, I did not care.

In my new environment, I was able to give vent to my sexual suppression and soon became part of a gay clique. We referred to ourselves as ‘the girls.’ Please understand, I was not a crossdresser and had no intention of doing the transvestite thing, but I was a bottom and loved being dominated by butch guys. I always gravitated toward big men, and the rougher and bigger they were, the better I like them.

One of my new, ‘girlfriends,’ Peter, told me that you never knew how ‘good-looking’ a guy was until he pulled his underpants down. I unequivocally subscribed to that philosophy. Only being five-foot-six tall and very slight of build, I was like a magnet to the daddy types. Nothing pleased me more than having my arse pummelled by a huge and hairy, well-hung hunk.

I was, therefore, elated when Peter told me about a fraternity of outdoor rough-fuckers that got together on weekends. These daddies were mostly bikers and would find very secluded places where they could indulge in a carnal free-for-all. According to Peter, the action was hectic and once you arrived, especially as a bottom and your arse became public property. You had no say and would simply be used as a general cum-dump, simple as that. I must confess that I was somewhat nervous before my first outing.

Most of the guys that attended these gatherings brought their tents along, but Peter said that would be waste of time for us because our ‘accommodation’ was guaranteed. We did, nevertheless, take along two sleeping bags that we could use in his vehicle, if and when we needed a break from the action. Truthfully, I had little conception of the ‘orgasmatron’ I was embarking upon. Having grown up as Mr. Anonymous, however, I felt sure I would be able to cope with the gratuitous sex that awaited me. The namelessness of the impending fuck-fest delighted me, and Peter’s descriptions of the men that we would encounter excited me enormously.  

We arrived at the remote venue at six p.m. As we got out of Peter’s vehicle my eyes were arrested by a sea of testosterone and fornication. I had arrived in butch-heaven.  Being the middle of summer, Peter had advised me to wear shorts with no underpants, and a t-shirt with sandals. Peter had also mentioned that we should take along a second similar outfit because in his words, ‘things could get a little dirty.’

As we moved towards the masculine throng, Peter’s eyes lit up.

“I have to introduce you to Jake,” he said, motioning with his eyes.

Jake was an uber-daddy. He was ugly, huge, and ominous looking. As we approached Peter mentioned that Jake was an ex-convict, with the dick-of-death.

As we engaged Jake, Peter said, “Hi, Jake, this is a friend of mine. His name is…”

Before Peter could say my name, Gary, Jake interrupted him.

“Bitch, that’s his name,” Jake growled. Then looking at me he affirmed, “What’s your name?”

“Bitch,” I replied. Jake then cocked his head as if he had misheard me.

Peter immediately whispered, “Sir,” in my ear.

“My name’s Bitch, sir,” I quickly responded.

With an evil grin, Jake then commanded, “On your knees, Bitch, and polish my leather.”

Jake was wearing leather trousers. His plaid shirt was unbuttoned and showing off his hairy gut. I got to my knees as instructed and began to lick the leather covering his crotch. After a few hefty slaps to the side of my face, his huge right hand clamped the back of my head and he smeared his leather-clad crotch into my face.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Peter kneel beside me and commence licking the large daddy’s crotch that Jake had been in conversation with.

I cannot say that licking leather was my scene but the hardening bulge that I sensed beyond the leather, certainly began to get my attention. For the next couple of minutes, I licked the bulge as enthusiastically as I could, before huge hands lifted my body and spun me around. Next, I was pushed down over a sturdy wooden table before my shorts were pulled off my body.

“Now listen up, bitch, I hate loose sloppy cunts, and so your arse muscles better be able to pay homage to my dick. I want it tight and energetic. I want to feel your butt milking my shlong as if you mean it. Are we fuckin’ clear on that,” Jake authoritatively pronounced.

“Yes sir,” I excitedly replied, thinking that Peter had delivered me into nirvana.

I then heard copious spitting before a very large object nestled itself against my pucker.

“Fuck yeah… Fuuuck yeah, I love the resistance I’m feeling,” Jake barked.

There was nothing subtle about Jake’s entry as he rammed his knob into me. The pain was excruciating but awesome, and I was afraid that I would soon see my tonsils exploding onto the table before me. There was no respite from Jake as he began to hammer my butt vigorously. My arse was numb and shortly vicious slaps began to reign down on my cheeks.

“Show some respect,” Jake grunted, “Tighten your fuckin’ pussy,” he growled.

As feeling returned to my butt-hole I did my best to clamp my sphincter onto his cock.

“Yeah bitch, now I’m feeling your respect. Jesus, Bully,” Jake said, referring to his buddy whose cock was being serviced by Peter, “This is one tight fuckin’ bung-hole.”

As I lay on the table getting my backside pummelled, I was gobsmacked by all the fucking going on all around me. There were guys in every conceivable position and combination, fucking to their heart’s content. The anonymity was exhilarating. Gratification was the sole motivation for the get-together and that suited me perfectly.

After Jake began to roar once he commenced seeding my arse, he was soon replaced by Bully. Bully was not as well-endowed as Jake but a lot more animated. Above all, he had the strongest hands that I had ever encountered, and the bruises on my backside afterward, bore witness to his crushing hands. It was simply fan-fucking-tastic! When Bully came, I thought that I was about to get pounded through the table.

Not long after my Jake and Bully episode, three huge hairy bears got hold of me. Being the focus of the three large sweaty bodies was incredible. While one of them had me firmly committed to his bushy crotch as he skull-fucked me, the other two took turns humping and slapping my backside. Finally, I was pushed to my knees, before all three of them sprayed their spunk all over my head.  

As Peter had predicted we didn’t need tents. That night, my mouth was moved from side to side like an amusement park dummy as my head was requisitioned, and my arse became an excavation tunnel. I got fucked anally and orally, like an adult blow-up doll that had just got commandeered by a group of sex maniacs. Guys came and went and cocks were thrust into me in a melee of erotic domination. Being used indiscriminately and fortuitously was mind-blowing to me, like a rollercoaster ride into sexual paradise.

Our heaving bodies and sexual grunts and groans were like a symphony of mesmerizing primal indulgence. When Peter and I finally made our way to his vehicle drunk on cum, we were both replete with carnal overindulgence. I also knew I would be back regularly, after that. 

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I thought this had posted a few days before, but I must have not hit submit… or something. Here is the conclusion of our tale.

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Standing at the gate before the walk between the guesthouse and the convent, Kevin says, “I’m just going to get this out of the way and not make it awkward.”

“Ooh,” Jinny says. “That’s already sounding awkward.”

“Yes,” Kevin admits, breathing though his nostrils and chuckling. “It is.”

Then he says, “You’re really beautiful.”

“I am not… I am… God, are you hitting on me?’

“Yes. And I don’t want this night to end. Not here.”

Jinny takes a breath and decides not to be silly.

“Kevin…”

“Feehan.”

“Oh, God, I should have known you were Irish too. Kevin Feehan, it sounds a lot like you’re asking me up to your room. I don’t want to be making things up, but—”

“You are not,” Kevin jams his hands in his jeans pockets, and he is looking up at the sky, not daring to look at Jinny as he sighs, “making things up.”

“You’re a priest.”

“I’m on my way out.”

“On your way out is not out. And besides, I’ve already slept with a seminarian.”

“Then this is a step up.”

She looks at him horrified.

“Oh, my God—gosh. God. I’m just joking, I shouldn’t have said that!”

“I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Maybe not,” Kevin agrees. Then he says, “Definitely not.”

“My life is a real mess,” Jinny declares. “I mean, I’m totally on the pill and if anything happened I would pawn the baby off on my fiancé, but—”

Now it is is Kevin who looks shocked, but Jinny says, “Just thinking out loud, and you don’t get to be shocked. I wonder, did Catherine whore me out to you.”

“Ani,” Kevin replies, using Sister Catherine’s actual name, “assumed we would hit it off. And she was right.”

“Because you think you shouldn’t be a priest, but are still going to keep on being one for a while.”

“I am leav—”

“Don’t tell me that,” Jinny says quietly. “I know what it’s like. I’m getting married to a man I’ve loved for a long time who I think… Well never mind what I think.”

“Jinny,” Kevin speaks her name tenderly, placing his fingers on her elbow, and turning to walk away.

Suddenly Jinny asks: “Where is your room?”

Kevin turns back without smiling and says, “Come and see.”

Oh, and he is not like Isaac. Isaac was something different. And he isn’t like Joe who was an unfinished thing. He is broad back and a hardness that is the hardness of life and a face that is joyous and serious and wants to sooth and be soothed. He is a strong neck to hold onto and hot hungry kisses, tenderness in green eyes and gentleness in calloused hands. Kevin is the waist she clings to and the ass that like the body is pelted in black hair is… dimpled, as are the cheeks of his face, is dimpled so she laughs. She laughs and rejoices at strong calves, at how they both stop themselves from crying out. They are in a holy place. They are in a holy place, but… this is holy too. It feels holy. The smell of his old cologne and the incense of all day church is holy. The bit of stale sweat is holy. Holy is the strength in his thighs, the thrill of him filling her, the ache of him, thick inside of her where she had not been entered for so long, stretching her as she hadn’t been stretched, bruising like a rose is easily bruised. Like a rose… She is a rose. Kevin is the joy with which he pushes deeper into her, moving steady like a locomotive while he puts his mouth to her neck. She feels his nuzzle, his bite, can’t strop stroking his ass as it flexes, can’t stop rejoicing in his thighs as they pump her, worries for the bed squeaking rapidly for the bedstead slamming the wall before Kevin whispers, “It’s empty. The room next door is empty.”

But her room is supposed to be empty, where Jayson is sleeping while Anne is praying alone in the chapel. Are there monastic stowaways in the room next door who are privy to their love? It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter. She is, oh God, she is coming. She’s coming and he’s done this before, because as he is nuzzling her breasts, as he is burying his face in her body, she is coming on waves, flying out of her flesh, and they are both moist like the rainforests, and then Kevin shouts and stops himself from shouting. He lifts his head and closes his eyes like he’s praying–.maybe this is a type of prayer—as his body jerks and shakes, and his teeth clench, and he holds back his shout, while he fills her.

“Don’t leave me,” he says drowsily.

“I’ll come back to you,” Jinny says. “But I am going to leave you for a moment.”

“What time do you have to go in the morning? We can wake up together. There’s no Mass Holy Saturday—”

“We’re leaving at about nine, and I’m not explaining tonight to my sister or my cousin, so… I’ve gotta do the walk of shame early.”

Kevin turns over and touches her thigh. She looks back at him. He is so beautiful in his nudity. His sex hangs heavy from black hair. He has long black sideburns. His eyes are deep green without his glasses.

“There is no shame. I am not ashamed.”

He scratches his head, reaches into the drawer in the night table, pulls out a notebook and puts his glasses on before writing, and then tears out the note and gives it to Jinny.

“What is this?” she asks stupidly because it says Kevin Feehan and it is obviously his address. He is from Lassador, Ohio, a little over an hour from Rhodes.

“What you do with that is up to you,” the priest tells her drowsily.

Jinny stoops down to kiss him, and the kiss lasts longer than she thought it would. She knows she will come back to his bed. She knows that long after this night she will arrive at the address on that paper and, yes, call that number listed below.

“Do you want to come walking with me?” she asks.

“No,” Kevin tells her, turning around so she sees the long, strong back of him, his shoulders rising, “sometimes you just need to walk alone.”

The whole world is naked tonight, the way Isaac has been so often beside me, the way Kevin, whose body I still feel was just now and will be again. a trusting lover deep in sleep after the love you’ve shared. There is nothing that separates me from anything else. I know this as surely as most of my life I haven’t really bothered to know anything.

I know I need my baptism.

I am going to do something foolish, but then, I already have. I am walking through the woods. I am going through these trees to the brook I saw. I am before the brook. There is no light. The moon doesn’t shine on it. I can hardly see it’s there, I can just barely hear it. It’s almost like what they call faith.

And then I am taking my clothes off. I am taking off the sweatshirt and the tee shirt. The bra was left in Kevin’s room. My breasts are out, half hanging, half standing. They are big, but they’re still young, and the air is on my nipples and I feel… decadent, and now I am completely naked.

I don’t know if it’s my certainty that no one will come, or if I just really don’t care. But I am here, naked and walking in the water, and it’s colder than ever, and my whole body is alive, and my nipples are hard and pointed up, and I want to go down and down and down and it’s so good and so terribly chilly and I can hardly bear it.

It is just what I need.

HERE IS THE END OF THIS TALE, AND THE NEXT TALE, SIMCHA, WILL BE THE CONCLUSION OF OUR CYCLE.

Part 1 – Naughty Or Nice?

Michael had been a trouble maker for a while only 17 turning 18 at the start of this story, A gay good looking kid it least he had been told a few times by older guys. Brown hair, hazel eyed, athletic build most likely from riding his bike around everywhere and all the walking, he already stood 6ft taller than most anyone his own age he knew. He was attending an alternative school for fighting with others, disrespect calling a pregnant teacher a whore, he spent most of his time in in school suspension sleeping through the day on his desk he should have been doing his classwork at. He would have been suspended from school more but his principle must have had some care for him even though he even wanted to take him to the small room behind the main office which just had a single student desk in it for students, and cane him himself if only he had Michael’s parents’ permission to do so. Hell Mr. Ellis had been tempted to so many times even without the permission but had held back his frustration through gritted teeth in hopes he would be able to soon one way or another. Michael on the other hand being the trouble maker he is decided after lunch he would be taking the emergency exit doors leading from the cafeteria outside to go hang out and smoke some cigarette’s not having any himself he knew where to find some another teacher of his was a smoker and kept his cartons in the glove compartment of his unlocked ford crown vic which was conveniently out of sight of anyone’s view from the school only a car passing by which would think nothing of it because Mr. Rudisill had often asked students to grab something from his car, the reason Michael knew that he kept a carton of cigarettes there. Michael at the end of lunch did just that then headed to his bike which he had kept in a set of woods across the street so no one would see him leaving the bike rack on school grounds. This being the last day of school for the summer he biked off to his normal hangout an abandon furniture factory not far away with private windowless offices and plenty of nice spots to hang out smoke and of course masturbate one of Michael’s favorite things to do. Other than the schooling problems Michael had done lots of other low level but still bad crimes like stealing Zippos, Chocolate, Clothes even or compressed air from the local Walmart to “huff” as it’s called.

Part 2 – Naughty Still

Well the summer had come it was now June Michael was turning 18 soon now had ended up getting a car and had it titled and registered by a friend since he did not have a valid license at this point because of a Driving without license and speeding ticket he had failed to pay still and was continuing to drive without it. The way he had gotten the car was also naughty he worked in a convenient store and his boss was selling it and had been nice enough to give him the signed title so he could legalize and use it on the agreement he made payments which he had only made the initial payment so far. Michael had decided now that he had a vehicle he was going to hit the road to a new place where he could find more trouble, so he packed up the car with his clothes some electronics he owned and hit the road north to New York It was a ten hour drive from North Carolina no hotels since he had very little money mostly just birthday money from friends and family, he had spoken to a friend of his who had a job and a place for him once he got there so he hit the open road to a new adventure he had no idea he was going to get. He arrived in Upstate New York in a rural area he hadn’t seen much traffic here was very quiet he pulled into the drive of the address the GPS told him to turn into. He came up to a gate with barbwire across the top. There was a call button and keypad with numbers Michael hadn’t been told any code so he hit the call button to which he pressed it rang just once before a familiar voice answered which replied “You Made It come on in ill see you at the cottage with that the gate opened and Michael continued up the driveway surrounded by nothing but woods which seemed like a ten minute drive through the woods before he came to a small cottage had to be only a two bedroom at the most. Michael had met this friend online on a gay chat site and had only knew him for about a month or so he had invited Michael to come stay with him and work at a gay bar he owned. Matthew was mid 30s good looking tall as well 6’ 2” blue eyes blonde short hair with a very athletic body he defiantly went to the gym quite a bit from the looks of him, Michael had masturbated to him so many times he had lost count but didn’t know if they would do anything together their talks mostly consisted of Michaels life and why he hadn’t actually graduated school and why he did the things he did Michael was honest with him and told him things he never would tell anyone else. He didn’t know at this time why Matthew had asked him so many personal questions and even after telling him he had stolen stuff and the things he had done had offered him a job was beyond Michael.

Part 3 – Naughty?

After parking next to black panel van that had dark tinted windows Michael assumed was Matthews since it was the only vehicle parked here besides his own now, Michael rolled up his windows, locked his door and got out to go meet his friend looking into the van on his way out he realized he could barely even see into the van which the back and cab were separated anyways so you could not even see anything but a solid black metal wall and door with a padlock on it and a solid metal slide window with padlock as well defiantly whatever was kept in there could not get into the cab of the van from the other side. The rest of the back of the van had no windows either aside from the windshield driver and passenger windows. He walked around to the front of the van towards the cottage and noticed a building he had not seen before smaller than the cottage a shed type building and an old barn further back behind it the shed defiantly was in better repair than the barn like it had been built recently looked of solid metal black like the van but thicker stronger. Something else he hadn’t noticed before now was tracks in the gravel dirt mixture of the driveway to the barn like vehicles had been driven back and forth to the barn from his parking spot and the vans he thought nothing of it just assuming being a club owner Matthew probably had other vehicles and parked them in the barn to protect from rain and debris from the trees. He walked closer to the cottage when the door opened and Matthew appeared coming out dressed in blue jeans a solid black wife beater showing his muscular arms hair wet from what Michael assumed was from a recent shower he must have just taken. “Hey boi” he said walking towards Michael to which he replied “Hey Matthew nice to meet you finally”. Mathew reached out his hand and shook Michaels grinning at him. Michael asked “Where are we” to which Mathew Replied “Middle of nowhere, literally no cell service here only internet, we do have power and water come on in and lets relax” by this time Mathew had turned around and started walking back inside to which Michael followed through the door way which Mathew closed behind them locked and dead bolted with a key. Michael didn’t think anything of it a lot of people use keyed dead bolts. They were standing in a simple but rustic like living room wooden center coffee table with a simple wooden chair and an older couch that also had wood features. The television was probably the newest thing in the room it was a flat screen. Defiantly not the house so far that he figured a successful club owner would have. Matthew looked at Michael and almost reading his mind spoke up and said “You don’t have to take your shoes off this old place isn’t fancy but its clean and has everything needed to live, let’s go have some drinks if you’re up for it.” Michael replied “Oh yes I defiantly am but will need rest at some point.” Matthew looked at him and said “Yea I know you made the trip without resting we will see that you do soon but we need to discuss some things Mr.” Michael looked at him not knowing what to say back and followed him into the next room of the house a kitchen once again simple and rustic wood cabinets a old sturdy wood table. Mathew reached into the fridge grabbed a couple beers and sat at one end of the table which was setup for four Michael followed and sat at the opposite side facing Matthew living room to Michaels back not knowing yet what they were going to be discussing. Matthew handed one of the beers to Michael and opened his up and started drinking Michael followed suite and said “What’s up Matthew” Matthew looked up from his beer sitting now on the table after taking a drink and replied. “Well this cottage is just for the night Michael, you are going to get the rest you need tonight a shower after we hangout a little then we are going to go to my other place not too far from here” Michael looked at him not surprised he figured Matthew had a better place but why had he brought him here maybe for some privacy but he hadn’t tried to do anything with him yet so he smiled and replied “Cool sounds good to me what are we going to do?” “Well I am going to give you a tour of the rest of this place for the night so follow me” Matthew replied Michael got up beer still in hand and followed Matthew to the hallway off the other side of the kitchen that wrapped back around the other side of the living room in a circle it seemed. Just a narrow hallway wood panel walls, doors, floors like the rest of the cabin or cottage. Four doors one with yet another padlock. Matthew spoke up “This first door is your room for the night, the second is the restroom the third is My room and the fourth is the basement which is off limits understand?” Michael looked at him puzzled why it was off limits if it was just a basement but agreed and replied with a “Yea” Matthew continued down the hall which did infect lead back to the living room and sat down on the couch flipped on the television and started watching a football game Michael not being into sports decided to go ahead and take a shower he let Matthew know to which Matthew replied there were some clothes for him in his room and bathing products in the shower so he didn’t have to get anything from his car to which Michael laid his keys by the door on a little entry table he hadn’t noticed before and headed to restroom.

 Part 4 – Naughty Forever

Michael opened the door to restroom and walked in matched the rest of the home had an old percaline tub a sink and a toilet with two other doors that lead one to Matthews’s room and to his for the night. Matthew took his shower got out and headed to his room from the bathroom access door it was a simple room as well no television just a metal bedframe with a full size bed a long dresser that took up most of the wall that the hallway door was on next to the bed the window had been boarded up it looked even though there was a blue curtain on it so the only light in the room was from the ceiling fan which was on and running as well. There lying on the bed was a pair of white Hanes socks and underwear or whitey tightys which didn’t shock Michael that’s what he had worn most of his life anyways what did was the shirt and pants that lay there on the bed you could almost mistake them for an actual convicts outfit only thing missing were numbers and they were 2 piece instead of 1. Bright orange in color laid a pair of pants and t-shirt. Michael quickly put everything on and decided he wanted to look into Matthews room so he went back into the restroom and opened the other door leading to the other bedroom same as his room there was no light coming from the window only from the ceiling fan only difference between his room and this one was a chest on wheels with yet another padlock on it. Jeez what is it with locks and doors with this guy Michael thought. He did notice a key laying on the dresser and decided to try it on the lock of the chest to which it did not belong apparently this key went to a much larger lock one similar to the one he remembered on the basement door he was told not to enter. Without even thinking about it he decided to pocket the key and try it later for now he wanted to make sure he didn’t get caught in here and went back through the bathroom to the hallway hearing voices now that he hadn’t heard from the bedrooms for some reason not until he entered the hallway he realized there were it least two other voices talking besides Mathews he entered the kitchen and just as he had thought were two other men both similar to Matthew in build and height but one with Dark black hair and the other a little paler with red hair all three men were way more muscular then Michael and very good looking. They all looked up from their drinks and Matthew said “This is Michael one of our new recruits, Michael these are some co-workers Ryan” pointing at the black haired guy “& Zack” pointing at the red haired guy “We three are the Managers of our club you can say” Michael looked at them and said “Nice to meet y’all” to which Zack got up from the table grabbed another glass from the cabinet by the sink returned to his seat and said “Michael let’s have a drink to a new future” Pouring a drink into the cup from a bottle of Jack sitting on the table where previously Mathew and himself had drank their beer for a moment. Michael took the glass remembering he had left his beer in the restroom with his dirty clothes on the floor thinking he would pick them up next time he had to use the restroom. Matthew and Ryan stood up and let Zack know they would be back shortly they needed to go talk about work in the other room and would be back shortly. Zack looked over at Michael and asked him if he had anybody back home wondering where he was or anything Michael looked and him and said “No I’m out of school now just turned 18. I didn’t even tell my family or friends where I was going” Zack looked at him smiled and replied “New beginnings you have a new life ahead of you, let’s get some fresh air” With that Zack got up to which Michael followed they both went to the side door off the kitchen which also required a key to the deadbolt which Zack pulled out his pocket a set of keys similar to Matthews with some big keys and small keys similar to ones a janitor would wear to which Michael assumed went to the club they all managed and various doors throughout but found it odd they all had keys to here too. Following Zack with their drinks in hand they went out the door into the yard to a path that led to the back of the house where the bedrooms and restroom was which even dark now Michael could tell the windows were boarded up from the outside as well. He laid his drink on a table in-between a row of chairs and another table and lit a fire in a propane fire pit. Looked at Michael and said “Well lets relax for a second while we wait on the guys” Michael sat on the chair at the end next to where Zack had placed his drink and watched the fire. Zack lit a joint took a couple hits and handed it over to Michael to which he accepted and also took a couple and handed it back, Michael was really sensitive to marijuana so he knew he was going to be high and probably pass out before long for the night and was hoping he’d make it back to his bed it least. Five to ten minutes later Ryan and Matthew came into the yard holding their drinks as well and a tray with 4 small shot glasses with some clear liquid they sat down handed Zack and Michael one as well. Matthew spoke up and said “Ok guys everyone take their shot at the same time” Michael not knowing what this was said “What is it “Ryan responded “Something good for your much needed rest tonight for the big day tomorrow” being already tired and buzzed from the whiskey and joint Michael just assumed it was vodka or something and without even smelling it or anything shot it with the other guys. 

Part 5 – Naughty Too Late

Head killing him Michael tried to open his eyes it was pitch black, felt like a horrible hang over but why couldn’t he see anything he was laying down on his back a spring mattress then he realized he couldn’t move his feet legs hands or arms in any direction, tried to scream, speak anything but just game out as a grunt something was in his mouth, smelt like his own socks usually smelled after sitting something similar to Frito’s but this was worse his mouth was also hurting from being open so wide but why what was going on, he couldn’t see or speak only a few minutes must of passed by before he heard the door open and what sounded like Ryan say “Hey guys I think its awake” to which Matthew replied “Good we can get started with its punishment” with that they both approached Michael tried to talk but it just came out as grunts Matthew spoke up “Don’t bother trying to speak your gagged with a ball inside of your dirty socks with a wide open mouth gag behind it keeping it in your mouth. You also will not be able to see I took your dirty underwear you left on the floor of my restroom with your dirty clothes and beer can and have blind folded you with them so all you smell is your naughty swine ass and socks you will soon be punished for everything you have ever done and for the rest of your life” with that they unhooked his feet from the bed he heard the sound of chain and felt it being attached to his ankle then the other. Next he felt his left and right wrist being shackled with something and the cuffs that were currently holding him to the bed being unhooked immediately his wrists were brought together he felt one of them holding his wrists while the other took a chain and wrapped it around his neck Ryan spoke up and said “Put Your Hands Behind Your Head Fag” Michael did as he was told he felt one of them attach his wrists to the chain behind his neck and he was told by Matthew “Get off the bed on your knees swine” he stood trying to balance himself realizing his feet didn’t have a lot of chain to walk let alone run with no chance of escape from these two and not knowing where the third was so he did as instructed and knelt his hands locked behind his head Matthew spoke up “This is the position you are to get into when I say kneel swine do you understand” Michael shook his hurting head up and down he could feel he already wanted to cry who was he now, how was he going to get out of this, would he ever get out of this, how did he not see this was coming. Ryan said “Get up fag lets go” Michael stood up just standing thinking now he really does look like a convict all in chains wearing the outfit and all. He felt one of them grab his arm and start leading him into the hallway the other he could hear in front of him they were heading towards the living room Michael remembered the layout of the house. Matthew spoke again “Don’t forget his keys next to the door once we get him setup we will take his car to the barn, ball chain too Ryan” to that he heard another chain and felt Ryan which was the one in front of him he knew now grab his pants and underwear pull them down and grab his ball sac and put something metal around them it pinched at first then it just got tighter and tighter until he let out a moan Ryan laughed and replied “That must be on their good by the sounds of it” Matthew responded “Let’s give it a test” to which Ryan pulled back up Michaels underwear and Pants then Michael heard Ryan open the deadbolt of the door with his keys and opened the door. Next thing he felt was the painful yank of his balls one of the worst feelings he had felt so far he thought. With that all three went through the door Michael heard Matthew lock it while Ryan was pulling the chain to his balls across the gravel driveway thankfully Michael had the white socks Matthew had let him wear so it wasn’t as bad on his feet as it could be. They walked for a couple minutes to where Michael had assumed was going to be the Black metal shed he had seen upon arriving at Matthews cabin. They all came to a stop and he heard Ryan grab his keys again this time he heard the sound of a lock being turned then buttons being pressed finally after nine buttons he heard another safe like lock unlatch and the door opened again he was brutally yanked by his balls as Ryan said “Lets go bitch” they all three stepped inside the pulling on his balls stopped which he had already learned by now means they are stopping and heard Matthew behind him closing the door and relocking it after it sounded like he had secured it Matthew said “Let’s Get Started” Ryan replied “Aright fag kneel now” Michael immediately dropped to his knees as instructed and waited. Matthew again spoke “Alright delinquent you are here because you have been nothing but disrespectful to others, a thief, a liar, among many other things, you have not been held accountable for your actions as you should have been and now will be. You will do as your told, you are sentenced to punishment here as long as we see fit and will be punished daily by any means we see fit we have many ways of correcting behavior like yours. You will have rules to follow one being you are not to speak unless told to by one of us you will no longer wear any clothes at any time for any reason, you will service us 24/7 as we see fit. Breaking any rules we set will just get you harder and worse punishment there is no escape so get it out of your mind now this property is big and surrounded by traps, an electric fence, cameras, barbwire you won’t even make it out the door behind you without one of us with you. There are other facilities on this property so you would most likely end up running into another Punisher before you make it off the property. This is your life now your car will be disposed of and any other property you had in it. Your clothes are all being placed in a bin behind me and burnt today. You are now known as 23 do you understand me?” Michael starting to sob at the words of his Punisher as they call them self’s and shook his head up and down the only way he could communicate still at this point. He heard Ryan come over to him and grab his arm Matthew spoke up again “Time to strip you swine” Ryan started cutting shirt off first starting with the back then ripped it by hand it came off easily he then cut a slit at the back of the pants with Michael still on his knees he then repeated the processes and ripped the pants all the way down off of his body with force they flung across the room and he then heard the cling of the key he had taken from Matthews dresser his heart sank. Matthew heard it and walked across the room to look, He then felt his underwear tugged on and again the same process they were ripped off the rest of the way by hand, finally Ryan removed his socks starting with the left and then the right. On his knees completely naked except for the sock in his mouth still and underwear blind folding him over his head his ass spot right over his nose he now smelled even more in such the small space he just trembled and sobbed. “Oh look at this Ryan” Matthew said in a smart ass tone. “What is it Matthew” replied Ryan. Matthew looked at him and told him to hand him his keys. Ryan reached into his pocket handed him his keys “Well it’s not yours and it’s not mine it must be Zack’s key to the basement” Handing Ryan back his keys Matthew walked around in front of Michael and said “Well I guess you stole something from me too, did you go to the basement?” Michael shook his head no “Well soon enough you will see what the basement is for as well but this is going to cost you more punishment today. Michael hung his head down and stomach starting to feel even worse now. Ryan spoke up “Alright fag up” Michael stood trembling Ryan yanked the chain Michael walked into he walked in a metal bar around the height of his waist. “Bend over the bar fag” Ryan commanded he felt Ryan move the chain behind the bar. Ryan then took the little bit of extra chain coming from his neck and wrists and ran it through a loop in the center of Michaels feet restraints so if Michael tried to pull upwards he would be pulling his own balls. He then felt his feet were then restrained to the sides bar as well a strap was then placed around his waist then hooked to hooks in the bar he was laying on. His ass straight out to whatever they wanted to do to him. Ryan commanded “Cough bitch” Michael did through his gag he then felt lubricant being applied to his rectum “This is our screening intake room where delinquents like you are stripped and searched before entering the Punishment Facility I am keeping you gagged because this going to really hurt your tight ass” with that he heard the sound of gloves being put on and something rubber being placed in his ass at first it didn’t hurt he had had plenty of dicks bigger put into him but then it locked into place somehow got wider than any dick he had ever taken. Then he felt hot liquid filling him. He heard something like a old metal mop bucket on wheels rolling behind him after a minute or so the liquid quit filling him Ryan removed the device and he couldn’t hold it in it just came out into whatever the object that was rolled behind him was. This process was repeated 5 more times at which point the object on wheels was rolled away which must have been pretty good size to hold that much liquid. He then felt a towel dry his ass off and more cream applied to his hole. What happened next was the next most painful thing he had ever felt to this day so far, he felt at first two fingers enter then the whole hand with no other warning moving around inside to the point where he thought he was going to pass out it was so deep. “Not looking like you have anything up there huh boy” Ryan exclaimed Michael screaming through the gag shaking his head no “Good” His ass must have been getting used to it or the cream that was used must have been some kind of pain reliever because It started hurting less before Ryan removed what felt like his entire arm inside him. Ryan then took a wet cloth wiped his ass then dried it with a towel. Michael then felt his balls and wrists removed from each other and and waist released then finally his ankles released from the side of the metal bar. “Stand fag” Ryan commanded he felt Ryan grab his ball chain and pull harshly to the side of the metal bar fixture that he had been strapped too for this non needed screening. He went around it almost tripping on the side where the bars attached to the floor. He then heard another door being opened by a key and code again and was again yanked by the chain inside. Walking with his hands still attached behind his head they went down a flight of stairs at the bottom they stopped “Turn to the left nose to the wall fag, this is how you will wait to enter doors that I open until I pull your chain understand” Michael nodded and with the keys Ryan opened the door and yanked at the chain for him to come in. Ryan moved him a few feet inside Michael didn’t hear Matthew behind them anymore he must of stayed back in the intake room to clean up any mess that came out of Michael or something. “Kneel fagget” Michael dropped to his knees again. He heard Ryan shut the door to the room and relock it. He heard some movement of some items couldn’t tell what some metal sounds more chain his stomach got sick again at the thought. Surprising though the clean out helped him he didn’t feel as sick as he had when he woke up from hangover feeling anymore. After a couple minutes he heard Ryan walk back over to him and pick up the chain now laying on the floor to his balls again and yank him up to his feet no command he then was lead to more into the room “Nose to the wall fag” Michael stepped up to the wall Ryan attached the chain to his balls to the wall on what had to of been the very first loop or second his balls were directly to the wall. “Keep your nose on the wall if it comes off you get more today than you are already getting” It was kind of hard at first to stay in the position until Michael spread his own feet sideways more. Ryan unhooked Michael’s wrists from his neck chain then removed the chain from his neck and attached them spread out above himself in a spread eagle like position to the wall Ryan then grabbed something metal nearby and Michael felt it being placed around his neck, it was heavy. “This is your collar fag it will never come off again” He then felt it being secured to his neck then to the wall as well. He then felt Ryan unhook the short chain going from his ankles and again spread his feet apart and to the wall. Michael had just realized these were metal ankle and wrist cuffs that were locked onto his body and how he had a collar to complete it he was a slave basically they could control and do whatever they wanted he had no choice in the matter. He felt Ryan grab his cock then some wet solution rubbed his cock He felt two metal hoops tighten onto his penis one in the crevice of the head of his cut cock and the other in the sensitive raw shaft area not far apart. He then felt his hole being lubed again and a plug being shoved into his ass it was bigger than any cock or the device earlier shoved into him but it least it’s not another arm he thought, he tried to push it out with no success. “Alright fag to start today your cock and anal hole are going to be electrocuted for 2 hours you may cry and scream all you want no one will help you this building is soundproofed this is not your average electro either this will hurt but not enough to kill you the solution I used on your cock and ass hole intensify the electricity more to make sure you are truly being punished” Immediately he felt the strong painful pulse it went from his head to his shaft then his upper ass then lower then all at the same time then separate it was randomly punishing his cock and ass hole with no remorse, it was similar but more painful to accidently shocking yourself on a outlet. He couldn’t even think before the next shock was hitting him. Every couple minutes it would slow down just enough for him sob but would start right back up if his ass hadn’t of been plugged he probably would of piss or shit himself by now he thought he was screaming through his now wet sock gag from all his saliva and wet underwear blindfold from his tears when the device took its short break from torturing him. It was so painful he hadn’t even noticed until one of the devices short breaks that he had cum he could feel the slippery liquid on the walls for all he knew more than once, he probably had pissed himself too but the pain was so intense he didn’t know for sure either way it wasn’t his choice if he had.

Part 6 – Naughty Is

Between the painful shocks he hadn’t even noticed that someone had entered the room until the device that had been torturing him for what seemed like way more than 2 hours finally came to a stop. He could tell the machine had stopped but could still feel the pulses inside his body from the machine. “Looks like the Electricity has done its jobs on you bad boy, you are definitely drained of piss and cum now” came a voice he hadn’t heard since the night before it was Zack the one who had shared the joint with him before they all took their shots of the clear liquid that Michaels must have been dosed with something to knock him out or was it just a combination between doing the alcohol, weed, a road trip and whatever that shot was? “Well boi do you think you are going to start being respectful from now on” asked Zack. Michael quickly nodded his head. Zack applied something to Michaels ass as he started  “Good well now we have another situation to deal with I have been informed you stole my key off the dresser in the cabin, that is something I am going to tend with immediately you are going to get 100 of this cane hard right now no warm up for that alone then we will continue with your intake I am going to wear you ass out good for stealing my things I have oiled your ass this will make the pain worse for you” With no warning Zack swung and the first hit stung the center of Michaels ass. Followed by another and another, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, after ten Michael was already crying again Ryan had perfectly hit each stroke separate from the other lining Michaels ass from top to bottom. “That was only ten this next part is really going to sting because I will be hitting other spots I have already hit but you deserve this so there will be no mercy so you can shake, scream, & cry that’s what a true punishment is” Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, as promised each one stung harder than the last one with such power Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Now shaking uncontrollably Michael sobbing tears watering the already cum and piss stained floors he stood there waiting for the next swing to hit his burning ass Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack. “That’s 50 so far” Zack announced “Hmm your dick is getting hard again guess you will need some more time being shocked to take care of this” Michael not understanding what Zack meant or why his dick was hard the pain was incredible why was his cock hard. Michael felt the unbearable shock start again this time even faster than before then his ass was set back on fire again Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack. “Learning your lesson now aren’t you” Michael missed the question between the electric and cracks from the cane Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack. Finally the blows quit coming and the device again was turned off even though Michael could still feel the pain on his ass again the wall was wet and slippery where his cock was so he must of cum again. “Well now that’s not bad for starters bitch now let’s get this cage on you” After setting down the cane and picking up something off the table he grabbed Michaels cock removed the hoops that had sent the electricity to his penis off which was a huge relief for Michael. Then he pushed his now soft cock inside of itself and placed a small metal object over it that must of locked to the device that was around his balls Zack then removed the anal plug from Michael “This one is only temporary you will soon have a more permanent Chasity but this is to ensure you start to obey and serve us and don’t play with yourself anymore. The only time you will cum anymore is when the electricity does it!” Still crying from the caning and electricity Michael nodded in understanding he would never be allowed to do one of his favorite things again while he was imprisoned here. Michael felt Zack grab his wrist un-cuff it from the wall then to a loop on his collar the same with his other wrist then his ankles were un-cuffed and reattached with the small chain to one another then his balls finally released Michael almost fell over but Zack steadied him. “On your knees bitch” Zack said Michael dropped happily tired from standing attached to the wall so long. He felt Zack rip off a piece of tape over his underwear covering his eyes, Michael could finally see a little not much it was another dim room similar he wasn’t expecting to see any windows here as they were underground now. He then felt tape around the mouth part of the underwear being removed and Zack removed the underwear from his head Michael was thankful he was sure his face didn’t look near as good as it used to all red from crying. “I’m going to take the ball gag out do not speak or you will go back on the wall and be left over night with the electricity on high” Michael didn’t want that at all, Zack reached behind Michaels head and took a padlock off the strap holding the gag in place then the sock with the ball in it that kept it inside the open mouth gag that was previously removed. “Clean your mess off the floor and walls with your tongue you have 10 minutes” Zack commanded pointing at the wall where he had been attached the tile like floor and wall surprising clean other than quite a bit of Michaels piss and cum on the wall. Michael hands secured to his collar kneed across the floor and started sucking and licking up the floor trying to get every drop his mouth being dry from the sock gag this was helping but the bitter taste of his piss was gross but he had no other option but to do as he was told. Carefully looking around the room there wasn’t much but the loops on the wall he was attached to the cane that had bruised his poor ass laying on a nearby bench with red stains must be blood from his caning they were hard merciless strokes his ass still stinging he defiantly did not want to sit right now so he was happy to be on his knees. Zach was on the other side of the room now at a wash basin filling a metal bucket with water. Not knowing for sure if he had done a good job yet but he had sucked any liquids off the floor and walls it just looked like you had finished mopping now instead of a big puddle of piss on the floor. Zack walked over bucket in hand and said “Not bad you will properly mop it later but for now we have other matters to tend with on your feet grab your anal plug disconnect it from the wires and put it in your mouth and lets go” Zack unhooked one of Michaels hands from his collar Michael grabbed the plug disconnected it from the electric wires running to it a red one and a black one and placed it in his mouth and went back to Zack. Michael could see whatever was in the bucket had made the water murky white. “Look down bitch you will never look at us unless we tell you to” Zack handed the bucket to Michael and told him to carry it he then reached down picked up Michaels ball chain and yanked it towards the door thankfully Michael could see now it was a long dark hallway only a light every 10 feet or so above them with doors on either end after passing about 8 of them on each side each had a number and a letter on them Zack stopped pulling which meant stop Michael almost forgot the next rule Zack staring at him Michael turned to his left and faced the wall with his nose on it holding the bucket in hand. “You are learning very well I see they have taught you how to properly enter a room” Zack opened the door with the key and pulled Michaels chain inside this room was dim too there lay a bed similar to the ones at the cabin except smaller and no mattress just a solid strong metal frame Zack told him “Lay face down on the bed” Michael not wanting to upset him did so one hand still attached to his collar he lay there. Zack came over undid his wrist from his collar pulled the chain from his balls down through part of the frame and up towards his hands where we brought it up and attached a padlock to it so again if Michael pulled to free himself he would only be pulling his poor balls which he already had done during his electricity punishment he then attached his collar to the metal headboard bar and his ankles to either side of the bedframe. Zack reached into the bucket laying in front of Michaels eyes and pulled out a large white bar of soap from the water he took it and went across Michaels stinging ass cleaning it, this stung Michael just moaned through the plug still in his mouth, Zack returned it to the bucket then brought it back out removed the Anal plug from Michaels mouth and said “We are now going to clean your disrespectful mouth out with this soap do not try to pull away or move, once we are done cleaning your mouth good you are to keep that bar of soap in your mouth until I tell you to remove it. If it falls out you will repeat the last rooms activities” After about 10 minutes of Zack using the bar of soap like a cock entering exiting his mouth and moving in into every corner and crevice under his tongue and all around Zack said “Bite down on it and remember not to let it fall out” the taste was horrible again he was dripping saliva all over the floor below the bed frame that he was sure he would have to clean up by tongue again probably. “This time you are going to get a good leathering, I want you to keep that bar of soap in your mouth and look forward if I see you look at me we will start over I am going to give your already sore ass 50” Zack flung the belt from the loops of his jeans in one snap having previously looked at it Michael knew this belt was real leather and was going to hurt his already hurting ass.

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