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  • Paying Debts

    The Barracks

    • Dioz Umbrite
    • Race: Tiefling
    • Class: Archfey Warlock
    • Height: 5’9”
    • Weight: 150lbs
    • Skin Color: Dark rusty red
    • Eyes: Black Sclera, purple Iris.
    • Hair: Black, Spiky flared out to the right, shaved sides and back.
    • Cock Size: 9.5 Inches rigged head no curve
    • Piercings: Tongue, Nipples, Prince Albert 2ga, multiple earrings, taint.
    • Tattoos: None
    • Preference: Dom Vers
    • Facts: Enjoys Group play, finding someone every night.

    Part I Summary:

    Dioz was just ravaged by the Sheriff and the Half-orc Lieutenant. We last left off with Dioz wobbling his way dripping cum from his soft raw hole towards the Jailhouse barracks where the rest of the guardsmen were waiting.


    Upon reaching the door, Dioz placed his hand on the handle, looking behind him at the sculpted body of the 6 foot 9 tall Half-Orc. The Lieutenant smiled and flicked his head upwards to go through the door. Opening the door Dioz was met with a warm gust and a bundle of voices talking and laughing. The noises stopped as Dioz’s naked form entered the room as 10 men looked at him. Then their eyes moved to the looming figure of their lieutenant. Only first seeing his head they all stood at attention. Their eyes went wide when his naked body came into view standing next to a naked and hard Dioz.

    “S-Sir?” a young faced half elf inquired, losing his proper form slightly.

    “At ease men! The sheriff got us a nice gift. We took the liberty of breaking our new toy in.” with his last statement Orus scooped a glop of cum from Dioz’s leaking hole and showed his crew. They all relaxed somewhat and stared at their commanding officer in confusion. Orus walked ahead of Dioz, dropped himself in a chair and spread his tree trunk thighs. Adjusting his cock slightly and pointed at the spot in between. Dioz confidently sauntered forward, looking around, most of them men were taller than him with only 3 men being shorter and 1 around the same height. Among the 6 taller men, two were other half-orcs, shirtless, not as chiseled as their lieutenant but around the same size. The tallest was a tiefling, deep blue skin with blood red eyes and a forked tongue as he licked his lips. He was the least dressed, in only a towel, probably on his way to a bathhouse. The other three being a lightly tanned human with brown curly hair tied back, a fire genasi with dark tanned skin and spiked up mohawk with embers flicking off, and a bald goliath with reddish brown skin. The one at the same height as him was the half-elf who spoke up. He had reddish brown hair cut short dressed in his under armour uniform which was tight and hugged his pecs and thighs. The three shorter ones were all pale humans, they looked to be brothers with their haircut short and getting younger and shorter. The three were still in their leathers. Upon reaching the half-orc lieutenant Dioz fell to his knees and opened his mouth. Orus put a hand on Dioz’s forehead,

    “Hold on boy, let my men at least introduce themselves.” Orus turned Dioz’s head to face his men. “Now boys, strip and then introduce yourself to the lad here.”

    “I’ll go first,” The blue tiefling spoke and once Dioz looked over, dropped his towel to reveal a half hard 9 inches, a darker hue than the rest of his body, the sides of the cock were ribbed with the head having two flares and a pointed tip with the ball of a Prince Albert piercing point under the point. “The name is Selch, and don’t worry red skin, my cock gets bigger.” he said with a wink.

    “Hawk is the name red skin, and I hope you can handle some heat.” The fire genasi announced as he kicked his pants behind him.

    The next to introduce himself was the human with the tied curly hair, “Ramdus, I ain’t never fucked a devil before. Only heard rumors.”

    “Gor. best to fuck you before the boss blows out your hole with his monster haha!” it was one of the other half-orcs, dark green skin and bald, his cock was thicker than it was long.

    “Call me Rev, not that you’ll be using it with that pretty mouth stuffed full of orc cock!” He looked identical to the half-orc next to him, except he had lighter tinted skin, a short mohawk and a septum piercing. Looking downwards his cock was slightly longer than his half-orc brethren but the same thickness with a Bronze Prince Albert Piercing.

    The bald Goliath was next. “Gunbar is my name, and I’ll be sure to make you remember that!” his body was covered in line tattoos, his skin a light reddish tone, bald, a thick muscled. His cock hung low, thicker than the orcs but not as long and even his cock was tattooed and connected to the blocky lines on his tattooed abdomen..

    “I-I am Malik,” The half elf showed visible discomfort but was well hung as well, very lean and tight.

    The eldest of the three brothers spoke first following his other brothers in age, “I’m Samuel, this is going to be fun!” He was the largest out of his brothers, larger build but nowhere near the larger men.

    “I am Conner!” he seemed the most excited, not as hung as the rest but decent enough.

    “I… is this truly okay commander?” the youngest asked.

    “What do you mean boy? Would you really refuse a gift from the Sheriff?” Orus asked the boy.

    “N…No but… isn’t… Isn’t this unethical?” the boy questioned again.

    “Listen here boy, are you saying you will not participate? If so, then you have no means of being here in this jailhouse! Unless you would prefer to join the devil instead?” Orus locked eyes with the boy and stared him down. He removed his trousers revealing he was rather large for a human in the size of his cock. Almost as big as his eldest brother.

    “Hmmm impressive little one.” Orus stated. Conner rolled his eyes, clearly feeling inadequate being the smallest in the room of men.

    “Come now Alric, you’ll be the first to fuck him!” Orus gestured for the lad to approach. Which he complied with stiff steps. Kneeling behind Dioz he spoke in a small shy tone, “I apologize if I hurt you…” he lined up his cock and began pushing in. The boy clearly didn’t know anything about preparing his partner for penetration, so it was a good thing he was prelubed from the Sheriff’s cock and also loosened. The lad slipped in and sank balls deep in one motion which caused him to moan and shake.

    “How’s his hole feel boy?” Orus asked Alric.

    “It… It feels so warm sir… I can feel the Sheriff’s cum still inside….” his small hands gripped Dioz’s hips, not to pull him closer, but instead for stability. Dioz could feel the nerves inside the boy, as it shook his body.

    “Is this your first time with another person?” Orus asked.

    “Y… Yes sir…” and with this revelation the room erupted in cheers and laughs.

    “Go on then boy! Plow away!” Orus shouted

    “O.. okay..” the boy pulled out slightly and then thrust back in beginning his first fuck. If not for the boy’s size, Dioz would have honestly grown bored, but it also wasn’t often he got virgins. As a move of cockiness and personal skin, Dioz clamped his hole around the boy and started meeting his thrusts, pulling his body further off the boys cock til only the head was inside before slamming himself backwards.

    “Look at the cock hungry slut! Fucking himself on your cock! Take control boy!” Orus commanded. The boy’s grip grew tighter as he began using all his strength to piston in and out of Dioz’s hungry clamped hole. It wasn’t long before he thrusted balls deep and squealed as he probably prematurely ejaculated into Dioz. When he was done, he was shaking before sliding out and falling on his behind.

    “Haha you’ll get the hang of it boy! Now that you’ve had your first taste of pussy I can guarantee you’ll want it again! Go on, I’ll spare you your embarrassment. Go fetch Rein and swap posts!” The boy swiftly got up and dressed and carried his leathers out the door in a flash.

    “Now that the hole is warmed up NEXT!” That’s when the middle brother quickly approached.

    “I’m Next!” and with impatience he slammed to his hilt and began a swift jackhammering. This brother definitely had barely any interaction with another person as well. His technique was sloppy and amature. Dioz simply clamped down as well and began massaging the boy’s cock. He barely lasted as long as his younger brother before shooting his own load.

    “Fuck! That’s a tight snach even after two loads!” Conner announced. It was simply immaturity and inexperience that was his real issue. Any experienced hole could easily milk boys and men like him out of their money in no time with minimal effort. And Dioz did exactly that, just without payment, if only to spare himself of boredom.

    “Please Conner, you talk big, but you’ve barely popped more pussy than Alric! Let a real man show you how it’s done!” Samuel the eldest brother shoved the other boy aside and took his place. He was more gentle, scooping up some of the cum and slicking it all over his cock before lining himself up. “Don’t worry devil, I’ll be twice as long as my brothers combined before I pop my nut!” With that announcement he penetrated Dioz’s hole and sank himself slowly, making sure Dioz felt every inch. Off to a great start so far Dioz thought.

    “Now that the boys have enjoyed themselves, time to work on this cock!” Orus grabbed Dioz’s chin and directed him to his flaccid cock. Dioz leaned forward and took the now dry head into his mouth and began sucking. “Conner, go relieve Mason of his duties!” With a huff the other youngest left the room in a series of mumbles before slamming the door shut. “Boys I swear, either they’re shy and timid or cocky bastards!” Orus’ comment causing the other men in the room to laugh and clap hands with one another. Out of the corner of his eye, Dioz could see the other men getting comfortable awaiting their turn stroking their cocks. Some were even bold enough to stroke another man’s cock. The Tiefling and the Genasi stroking each other’s cocks while exchanging sloppy kisses. Sam meanwhile began to slowly thrust and and out, pulling slowly out then plunging back in with the slap of his balls. Grinding his hips slightly after thrusting balls deep. Dioz moaned at the better technique of the eldest human brother.

    “You like that human cock boy?” Dioz only moaned in response to Orus’ question. “If what I hear in the taverns is true, he’s a good fuck.”

    “I only do my best Lieutenant! Gotta make sure these holes earn the coin I give them. My brothers.. Fuck yeak keep clamping that hole devil!” he cut himself off to Dioz’s own bottoming technique. “My brothers haven’t learned how to make these whores come to you for sex, and not have to pay for it!” Following the snipe at his brothers Sam picked up his pace to emphasize his point. He angled himself so he was pummeling Dioz’s prostate and the Tiefling could only moan in response and begin deepthroating the growing orc cock. Orus responded by raking his large meaty fingers through Dioz’s soft black locks. As Sam continued his fuck, Dioz could hear moaning and upon looking to his left could see the Fire Genasi on his knees sucking on the Tiefling’s cock and jerking off one of the Half-orcs.

    “Hawk love’s fluffing up the boys for a long fuck session, edges them out so when they cum, they dump more of their seed.” Orus commented, petting Dioz’s face. Dioz simply responded by throating down more of Orus’ cock which earned him an appreciative deep hum.

    A few moments later Sam’s thrusting became more erratic and forceful. Dioz began to pulse his hole for the human man, earning more grunts and groans from the man.

    “Fuck I can’t hold out anymore! He’s milking me too good!” His announcement was followed with him thrusting in and bursting inside Dioz’s raw canal. Adding the 4th load into his sloppy hungry cunt. With each burst of cum Sam would pull out before thrusting back inside, and each time he would unsheath Dioz would clamp down to squeeze out more of his virility. “FUCK! He’s Milking me with his ass. Fucking cum hungry DEVIL!” on the final word he dumped his final load. Pulling out he leaned back on his legs catching his breath. “I haven’t had a hungry hole milk me like that before! I’ll have to come back for more later!” Samuel stood back up and began getting dressed. “I’ll go relieve Marik.” and the human left as another figure Dioz could see stepped in. He heard the distinct sounds of belts and leathers hitting the floor.

    “I see a party has just started! Hawk! My cock next!” it was a deep booming voice. Dioz looked to his side again to see another tiefling, purple in color walk into view. This wasn’t the human he met before so was probably one of the other watchmen. His cock looked very similar to Selch’s with Ripped edges and a flare pointed cock and a thick PA under his cock point. Dioz assumed they must’ve been brothers. He couldn’t get a good facial view due to his lowered angle and the dim candle lights. That’s when Dioz felt another Cock enter his hold and begin a rough fast fuck.

    “Milk me good Devil, I’ve got an early morning, so lets make this quick ya?” It was a heavy accented voice. Dioz complied by matching his movements with his new fucker and also clamping down when the cock would unsheath. “That’s it Devil, milk me good! Show me what a cum hungry cock hound you are!” The pounding got rougher and harder. This man knew how to pound a hole, and his fuck angle paired with cock shape was perfect for slamming against Dioz’s prostate. The rough fucking was slamming Orus’ cock deeper down his throat. When Dioz looked upwards he could see Orus smirking cockily down at him, arms folded behind his head as he leaned back just enjoying Dioz as his cock warmer.

    Grunts and heavy Breathing went on for five more minutes before another load was added to Dioz’s hole. The hole was quickly removed from his hole causing Dioz to react with a soft whimpered moan. Before he could clamp his hold shut again he felt a few thick drops escape and plop onto the hardwood floor. Dioz’s cock was throbbing and leaving a generous puddle of cum on the floor. He was hoping he could enjoy himself a little with at least one orgasm but none of the previous fuckers lasted long enough to get him to that point and he was eager for release. He didn’t have to wait too long for his next cock though. He felt fingers dig into his hole and pry it open causing the 5 loads of cum to begin flooding out.

    “Yeahhhh that’s a nice sloppy cunt!” he recognized the voice as Rev “Time to make you feel why I’m known in these parts as Rev Wrecker! Brother, Hold his hole open for me, I’m going in rough.” Dioz felt Rev’s fingers leave his hole and move to his hips before his hole was pried open once more by thick meaty fingers. This was Followed by a piercing being poked inside of Dioz’s hole followed by a heavy slap of skin on skin from the speed and force of Rev’s cock bottoming out. His thickness was much larger than anyone who fucked Dioz before aside from the Sheriff and he let out a guttural moan around Orus’ cock. He began to pump aggressively against Dioz’s hole with growls. Slamming from tip to base repeatedly.

    “Yeahhhh wreck his little cunt brother! Make him nice and loose for me!” Gor said. Giving Dioz’s ass some hard slaps. Dioz began grunting on Orus’ cock, and when looking up only saw his cock grin grow larger. With the encouragement of his brother Rev pounded harder and rougher. Each contact reverberating loud slaps of their skin throughout the room. This got cheers from the others telling him “Dump another load Rev!” and “That’s it! Make him nice and sloppy!” Dioz could barely hold out any longer, the added piercing added a whole new feeling against his prostate and he could feel his cock throbbing and leaking in response.

    ‘Fuck yess… keep pounding me big guy! Fuck the cum outta me!’ Dioz thought.

    A few rough thrusts later and Dioz could feel his cock explode all over the floor below him. Feeling Dioz moan in a different way, Orus sat up slightly grappling Dioz’s head and thrusting his cock balls deep, this mixed with the relentless pounding caused him to cum harder, and clamp down more around Rev.

    “Damn Rev you just fucked the cum outta him!” Gor announced, followed by cheers from the other three guards.

    “That explains his vice! FUCK!” Rev shouted as his cock exploded and Dioz felt nearly a gallon of cum dump into his guts. His eyes rolled back from the heat.

    ‘Gods damn, Orcs cum a lot!’ Dioz thought.

    As soon as Rev finished emptying himself, he pulled out, only to be swiftly replaced by Gor’s thicker but shorter cock. Gor began a swift pummeling. Dioz barely had anytime to register. Then suddenly Gor stopped. That’s when Dioz saw the Genasi was standing next to him, his dark cock throbbing before him and embers floating off his slightly glowing pubes.

    “Mind if I take over boss?” he asked,

    “As long as my cock is warm and wet I don’t care who is sucking my cock!” Orus shouted. Hawk smiled before turning to Gor.

    “Put him on his back! I wanna see how good his tongue is on my hole!” Hawk said, and Gor grunted in response, spinning Dioz onto his back without pulling out of his hole. Looking up he saw the smooth hole of the Genasi above him before it was lowered down onto his mouth. The muscled cheeks of the genasi were warm, and he began grinding down as Gor began his fucking once again. Dioz began working his tongue along Hawk’s hole and felt that his tongue easily pushed inside. Dioz knew how to eat out a hole so he wasn’t out of his element. Prepping holes was necessary when dealing with virgin bottoms or people not use to his size. He placed his hands on the meaty tanned cheeks and pulled them apart. Sliding his tongue into the warm hole.

    “Yeah that’s it Devil man eat my warm pussy!” Hawks moaned before leaning forward and sucking down Orus’ cock half way down. Orus enjoyed it when Hawks swallowed him down. His mouth was warmer than other humanoids due to his fire blood. Hawks was one of the best whores he ever fucked. He placed one hand in the embering hair, and the other on Hawk’s chin and began to throat fuck his subordinate. Hawks only responded with a hearty hungry moan as he grinded his ass harder on the devil tongue working his hole and slowly stroked his cock.

    Meanwhile Gor began to pick up his pace causing Dioz to moan and wrap his legs around Gor’s hips and his tail around the meaty legs. With a rough grunt he flooded Dioz’s hole with another near gallon of half-orc cum, and he could feel his stomach begin to bulge from the amount of creamy fluid filling his guts.

    “That’s it Gor, Flood his slutty guts!” Dioz recognized that as Selch’s voice. “Hope you’re ready red skin, cuz you’re going to look pregnant when we’re done with you!” He said as he rubbed Dioz’s belly. Dioz only hungrily moaned in response preoccupied with tongue fucking the Ganasi’s ass.

    “Ahhh fuck Hawk, if we keep this up i’m going to bust! And I want my next load in the devil!” Orus shouted before ripping Hawks off his cock with a loud pop saliva spilling onto the floor with wet spats. “Your hole’s are too warm to not wanna flood them with cum.”

    “Can’t help it boss… Fire in the blood” Hawks responded.

    “I know big boy.” Orus said patting the Genasi’s face before plopping back onto the couch.

    “Mind if I occupy his throat then boss?” This was the purple tiefling, Dioz still didn’t know his name.

    “Go ahead Marik.” Dioz saw purple feet appear either side of his head and looking up he saw that massively ribbed cock and a smirking devil face.

    “Hope you’re ready to get roasted like a pig, little one!” Marik stated before kneeling and slapping Dioz’s forehead with his cock.

    “Yeah, you can have his mouth! I want a crack at that pierced cock the redskin has!” Hawks stood up swiftly with a loud sloppy smack from Dioz’s lips. Marik swiftly occupied the now empty mouth and began sinking in.

    “Alright Gor, let’s do this quickly so we can keep you and your brother’s cum in there. Let’s see how bloated we can get this belly!” Selch shouted. And in a smooth fluid motion Gor removed himself from the sloppy hole and only a small gush of cum escaped before 11inches if blue cock replaced the hole. Thrusting in halfway before halting.

    “Hold on brothers! I have an idea. Have the redskin up right so he can fuck me proper!” The two brothers nodded before grabbing Dioz’s legs and horns before flipping him from his back to his hands and knees just like Orus and the Sheriff did only hours before in the opposite motion. The brothers high fived before Marik pulled out of Dioz’s throat. Selch pulled Dioz into an up right position as Hawks kneeled down and lined up Dioz’s cock with his currently sloppy hole. A tight pop later and the Genasi was sliding balls deep with an eye rolling groan.

    “Little guy has a real thick cock! Yeahhhhh” leaning down to put his chest onto the floor in an ass up position. Marik stepping over him to line his straight purple cock to Dioz’s mouth.

    “Stark sucking red skin.” Dioz opened his mouth for the large devil cock to enter his mouth and prod at his throat. Meanwhile Selch was inside Dioz’s ass pushing the second half of his cock into the sloppy flooded hole. At the same time Marik began pushing through Dioz’s throat with his own nearly 11 inch cock until it was balls deep inside him, while Hawks was pushing himself back until Dioz was smashed balls deep in the tight warm ass. Dioz’s eyes rolled back. This was a first for him, being spit roasted while another man backed his ass onto his cock. The Three began to all move at different paces, Selch’s thrusting caused Dioz to slam himself into Hawks while Marik throat fucked Dioz at an agonizingly slow pace. The shape of Selch’s cock slamming from tip to base was so deep the ribs on his cock making it difficult to get a grip on his cock, and his sheer size causing those ribs to rub against his prostate. This mixed with the ribbed cock popping repeatedly by Marik’s own ribbed cock, and looking up Dioz could see he looked identical to Selch only purple in color, but the same eye and horn shapes. Dioz of course couldn’t forget the warm hole swallowing up his cock. The intensity of the heat inside Hawk was astounding. He had never felt anything like it before. No hole he ever fucked prior felt this warm. He would need to do more research on genasi and their subraces later.

    From his full guts, and all the stimulation of having his cock in a warm hole, a cock churning through the cum in his already full guts and another ravaging his throat Dioz felt his second orgasm building up quickly. His grip on Hawks hips grew tighter and he began thrusting sawing himself from taking Selch balls deep then plunging balls deep back into Hawks’ warm molten hole. It wasn’t long before Dioz was exploding into the warm cavern milking his cock. Feeling Dioz tighten, Selch placed his hands, one on the shoulder, the other on his hip and began really slamming into Dioz power fucking him through his orgasming causing Dioz to roll his eyes til only his black sclera was visible and Marik plunged balls deep feeling Dioz convulse around his cock. While Hawks bounced himself harder against Dioz’s squirting cock, milking out every drop into his fiery hole.

    “That’s it devil, fill my fire hole!” Hawks moaned out. “Keep fucking him Selch! Make him cum again in my hole! Fuck him so hard he fucks me!”

    “Don’t need to ask me twice!” to match up with his response, he started long dicking Dioz, pulling out til only the tip was in before slamming his long thick ribbed cock back in. repeating the process causing Dioz’s hips to slam forward into the Genasi’s own hungry hole. Marik kept up a slow pace, pulling just barely out of Dioz’s throat letting him catch his breath briefly before plunging back down forcing him to swallow the purple ribbed cock balls deep as it longdicked his throat. Throat slime was spilling from Dioz’s mouth and dribbling down his body onto his cock and the hole of Hawks making his hole slicker and the slaps of their skin on skin contact becoming louder and sloppier.

    Dioz could barely keep his hole clenched tighter with the ribbing of the large cock in his ass constantly tugging his outer ring, causing it to get looser and looser. Cum started getting dragged out with every back pull from Selch’s cock, plopping onto the floor.

    “God you’re getting sloppy red skin, i can feel how much looser you are now!” he stated as his thrusting got harder. “Time to shred you up and dump my own load in ya!” He placed both hands on Dioz’s hips and hard loud slaps started echoing through the room. Dioz didnt think it possible but it was just something about getting used so roughly with all of his erogenous sex organs and holes that he started bubbling up another load. That’s when Selch thrusted in one last time pulling Dioz tight against his body trying to fit as much of his cock inside as possible before erupting in a torrent of cum. A new warmth filling up Dioz he began erupting his third load of the night.

    “Yeah that’s it little devil, empty your balls in me!” Hawks backed himself harder onto Dioz’s throbbing erupting cock as he gurgled and moaned around Marik’s cock, convulsing more and spitting up more slime. After his orgasm subsided Marik pulled out of Dioz’s throat rapidly with a loud *Schlorp*. Dioz Spit out a large glob of slime below him onto Hawk’s ass. Which earned him a hearty laugh from the Genasi followed with the comment “Such a messy boy! I love it!”

    “My turn brother! I’m going to bust soon!” Marik announced. Marik straddled Dioz’s ass and placed the tip of his cock against Dioz’s already occupied hole. Selch swiftly stood up and removed his cock with a sticky sloppy sound from the churned up cream flooding Dioz’s insides. Marik began pressing down. Barely a second had passed as the cocks swapped places, the brothers clearly doing this before with great skill. Only a small glob of cum escaped hitting the floor as Marik sank balls deep.

    “Mmmm fuck yess nice and warm! I love a sloppy cunt!” Marik stated as he began his relentless pounding. His cock’s frame was thinner than Selck’s but his ridges thicker. So on each unsheathing, cum was being pulled outward and dripping down Dioz’s legs and balls. A sloppy slimy noise came from the assault mixed with the slaps of their hips. Hawks pulled off of Dioz’s cock before giving him a sloppy tongue wrestling kiss. Both men moaned suckling down each other’s tongues.

    “Clean up your mess devil.” Hawks demanded as he kneeled back down exposing his raw cum filled hole and pushing out a small glob of cum. Dioz immediately dove down and started eating the ass he ravaged with his cock. Jamming his tongue as deep as it could go and sucking out the two thick loads he just dumped inside. “That’s it devil get deep in there! Fuck yeah thats good! You filthy slut!” the genasi groaned tugging at Dioz’s horns to pull his face deeper into his muscled crack.

    “AHHH! CUMMING FUCK YEAH TAKE MY LOAD REDSKIN!” Dioz knew Marik was edging his cock in Dioz’s throat, and the resulting eruption only proved his point. Even will his belly already full and bulging, he could feel the intensity of Marik’s cock explosion deep in his bowels. Dioz could do nothing but moan in response as he ate his own load from the loose genasi hole in front of him. “Plug him up quick Hawks, I think he’s reaching his limits!” Marik stated as he pressed against Dioz’s now prominent belly, his abs barely visible now.

    “With pleasure! My cock’s been aching to release and I’ve got a good hot load for him!” as hawks stood up Marik too the chance to spin Dioz onto his back and push his legs to his shoulders.

    “Damn flexible little slut aint he!” Hawks stated as he positioned himself above, pointing his cock at Dioz’s hole just like Marik did before with Selch except he could feel his now loose hole opening up a bit more as the cocks swapped places. The transition was as smooth as a hefty load of cum sprayed out a good foot away. Immediately Dioz was filled with a noticeable heat. Looking down he saw that hawk’s cock was glowing and could see the faint shape of the cock through his bugged out stomach.

    “Oh… that’s new!” Dioz stated

    “Ya like that devil boy? Too bad you’ll have a throat full of the boss’ cock to watch it at work!” Hawks stated as he held Dioz’s legs flat against his shoulders and began to fuck away, his slaps louder from the sloppy mess leaking from Dioz’s hole. Dropping his head back he saw that Orus was already above him and his cock standing at full attention throbbing before Dioz.

    “Open” was all he said and Dioz obeyed. Orus jamming his cock right down Dioz’s loosed throat sinking balls deep in one motion. “Good boy, Marik did a good job opening you up”

    “Damn his hole is so sloppy, I’m sliding through easier than a knife through butter!” Hawks announced as he continued his assault. His intense rod spearing through Dioz and constantly rubbing against his prostate, he could feel another orgasm building. The intensity of the heat was driving him crazy. He could feel it move in and out of him hitting deep inside. He could feel his walls clamping around the hot rod. The intensity of it slamming against his prostate. Dioz could barely feel himself get close, he just exploded ferociously all over his body and even hitting Orus’s lower abdomen.

    “Keep going Hawks! Lets see how many loads you can fuck outta him!” Orus ordered. Hawks only let out a lusty growl as his intensity increased, putting more weight onto Dioz so he could pound deeper and harder. “Look at that glowing cock slice through his guts!” Orus stated as he began long dicking Dioz’s throat. “Fuck I can feel the heat from your cock when I get balls deep!”

    “Yeah Boss Let’s sync up!” Hawks called out, Orus picked up his pace while Hawks slowed his down, both slamming into Dioz at the same time. Dioz could swear he could feel their cocks touching inside him. He was going mad with pleasure as he exploded with another load this time more intense splattering over Orus’ chest this time.

    “Aw boss with all this cum swirling around my cock and him continuously shooting I don’t think I’m gonna last!” Hawks shouted his pace getting sloppy. Orus Pulled out of Dioz’s throat and slapped his face a few times as Dioz caught his breath.

    “Better pound him then. Make him cum one more time before you do!” Orus commanded standing up and walking to the side of Dioz and Hawks. The slapping of skin on skin increased in intensity, this was when Dioz finally looked down to his belly to see how much he was actually bulging, and could see the glowing cock of Hawks jamming into him.

    “Aw what the fuck!” Dioz shouted as involuntarily once again he erupted again. Dioz didn’t even know he could shoot this much this fast consecutively but here he was covering his own body in a layer of thick gooey cum.

    “That’s it! I can’t hold out anymore! RRRRAAAAGGGGHHHHHRRRR!” following up with his mighty roar Dioz nearly went faint as a searing heat began to flood his insides. His eyes rolled back and his back arched as he clawed at the ground. Looking down towards his belly he could see it swelling even more and even started glowing as the molten cum of the fire genasi began to flood inside of him. It didn’t even feel like pulsing spurts. More like a never ending flow like lava.

    “AWWWW FUCK!” Dioz Shouted he felt like he was going to burst. That’s when cum started spilling out around Hawks’ cock.

    “I think we’ve hit his limits boys! Good job!” Orus shouted. Finally Hawks stopped firing cum, he was panting releasing Dioz’s legs as the flopped over to his sides. Dioz couldn’t move. His mind felt like it was running miles a minute while also being completely brain dead. He was in a stupor. Hawks regained his bearings and began to slide out, and when he did nearly a gallon of cum just spilled outwards as soon as his cock left.

    “Look at that beaut. Such a mess!” Hawks shouted as he leaned down and picked up Dioz’s waist. He jammed his face into the gaping mass that was Dioz’s hole and began a hearty feast. Lapping up his guard mate’s cum. Dioz could only moan in response. Orus stepped over and Hawks reluctantly removed his mouth and set Dioz down onto the floor.

    “Time to show you boys how you really fuck a hole!” he shouted looking around the room. “But first…” he raised his foot and then began stepping on the bulging stomach of Dioz. doing so a spray of cum erupted from Dioz’s hole earning a pained yet pleasured groan from the dazed Tiefling. A massive orange glowing pool of cum began spilling onto the floor and spreading out in a wide arc. The remaining awake men in the room whistled in awe. After being satisfied with emptying most of the young devil’s bowels of the cum from his men. He raised Dioz’s hips spreading his legs wide before plunging deep into Dioz’ gaping hole. Dioz screamed in pleasure more than pain and looking up he saw an obscene bulge from Orus’ cock what caused his eyes to widen in shock, he didn’t think he ever saw anyone do this to him. The sight both turned him on, and scared him. He wasn’t sure which feeling was stronger.

    “Yeaaaahhhh! That it little devil, look at that belly bulge! Feel proud. Not many men get to experience the full force of my cock!” Orus stated as he ground his cock inside Dioz. “Time to really ruin this hole!”

    Orus was a brutal fucker. He was doing his worst to Dioz, throwing him in various positions. Demonstrating to his men why he was the Lieutenant. Orus showed that he had the cock size to cause any whore moan in pleasure, but also that he had technique. Along with stamina. It was a full hour and a half probably until Orus Erupted with his first cum load. And just like with Dioz’s belly when he deposited his load down his throat, already started bulging out his stomach with his cum load alone. But the man was nowhere near finished. He eventually had the other men who were available to start fucking Dioz’s throat. Selch, Marik, and Hawks were thoroughly enjoying themselves, dumping their second loads down his throat.

    As the men were busy ravaging Dioz, Rein walked into the room and could do nothing but stare at the sight before him. He was disgusted with the sight before him yet… his cock betrayed him growing erect. Rein was feeling conflicted with himself. His two heads battling for dominance. His carnal desire won over eventually, quietly he undid his trousers and began stroking by the door. No one noticed Rein standing there watching the group of men gang bang the tiefling on the floor.

    Slut

    Whore

    Redskin

    Devil

    Cumslut

    Fuckhole

    These words rang in Rein’s head. The face of the cocky Tiefling popping into his head, along with the burned image of Dioz begging for more. And more the group of men gave. The sun was beginning to rise, and small flecks of light began to shine through the cracked curtains in the barracks.

    “Best to finish this up then boys!” Orus picked Dioz up from the ground suspending him in the air, hooking his massive arms under the tieflings legs and locking his fingers behind his head. Orus began power fucking Dioz rough and hard. The Tiefling squealing from the intensity of this position he had never been put in before. It felt as if Orus was plowing deeper than the entirety of the night. This new fucking position carried on for another 15 minutes before Orus exploded his 15th load of the night into Dioz’s already full bowels. Before shouting “Catch” as he dropped the tiefling as Hawks and Selch caught Dioz in their large arms. Looking behind Dioz they watched as holding Dioz up like this, his legs were limp and unable to support him as cum spilled from his hole forming a massive puddle at all their feet. Covering a large section of the barrack floor.

    “Damn.” The other three men said at the same time. Looking at each other then towards their Lieutenant.

    “You boys have a lot of work to do if you wanna ruin a hole like I do.” he said stretching his arms and body before walking through the cum puddle with loud wet slaps from his massive feet. He walked around to Dioz who was barely conscious and lifted his face. “Hey, you still with me devil?” light flickered in Dioz’s violet eyes before he nodded. “Speak boy.” Orus commanded,

    “Y-Yes… S-Sir…” Dioz said his voice unsteady, hoarse and shaky.

    “Good. You did well for a first timer on my cock! Emptied my balls in that hole of yours. You’re a good fuck.” Orus complimented Dioz which earned him a slight cocky smile. “You definitely held true to your word.” and Orus locked his lips with Dioz and gave him a deep passionate, tongue wrestling kiss. They separated with a loud smack.

    “What in the BLOODY HELL HAPPENED IN HERE!?” all the men looked to the barrack entrance to see a dark haired, scruffy human man of average height standing at the entrance with a look of confusion, fear and concern.

    “Mason. Where have you been mate?” Hawks asked.

    “I.. I uh…” the man stammered.

    “Did you fall asleep on duty again?” Marik asked with a cocky knowing grin.

    “Since you’re well rested, why don’t you head over to the broom closet and start cleaning up this mess then Mason. When I return later tonight, this room better be sparkling! I wanna see my face in these floors!” Orus shouted.

    “Y-Yes Sir!” Mason stumbled and ran to the other room.

    “And you Reign! Put your cock away and help Mason! Don’t think I didn’t notice you standing there wanking your little cocklett like some pervy voeyur!” Orus called out the guardsman from the start of the night. Rein just stood in a daze at the floor in front of him, the entirety of his gloves, pants, boots and the floor in front of him was covered in his own cum.

    “GET YOUR ASS MOVING! THAT’S AN ORDER SOLDIER!” Orus shouted loud enough to awaken any sleeping men. They all bolted upright and stared. Rein snapped back to reality and empty eyed jogged to where Mason left off to. Orus rubbed his temple with his hand and groaned. “Blasted slackers… not even the balls to announce himself. You boys get your rest. You’ve earned it. Take the day off and meet me at my house at twilight.”

    “Sir, Yes, SIR!” the three shouted in unison.

    “What about the boy?” Selch asked with sincerity.

    “Get him in the showers. I’ll be there shortly.” Orus said as he turned to walk out the Barracks entrance.

    “Common bud, let’s get you washed up kay?” Hawks said, patting Dioz on the head. The three men escorted Dioz to the showers passing by Mason and Rein who were now out of uniform and carrying mops and buckets. Rein stared at Dioz and as they passed, he halted and continued staring.

    “Rein! You heard the boss! If we didn’t start soon the boss’ll have our heads!” Mason shouted. Rein turned his head and as he walked he stared at the giant white and orange puddle on the floor. “I can’t believe how much spunk there is here.. Bloody hell… could probably impregnate the whole bloody damn town with how much is here!” Mason shouted as he began mopping up the mess. Snide comments about the nights events were conveyed to Mason about what he missed as the others laughed and got dressed for the day’s job. Rein remained quiet as he mopped up the mess occasionally staring off towards the showers.

    In the showers the two tieflings and the genasi were laying Dioz into a tub and began massaging his muscles while complimenting Dioz and speaking about Orus..

    “I don’t think I’ve ever seen the boss fuck before!”

    “He’s a real powerhouse alright!”

    “I hope I get a chance on that Huge Cock of his!”

    “You took tonight like a champ though little devil,”

    “Most people we’ve fucked can barely speak let alone give a cocky smile after enduring all that!”

    “You’re sure giving me a run for my money on biggest slut in these barracks!”

    “Pretty sure he’s already taken more loads than you tonight in all your time here Hawks!”

    The men continued to laugh while bathing each other and Dioz. Orus walked into the bathhouse naked giving his compliments to the other men. Joining in the laughs.

    “You did good kid. I’ll try and get a good word in on reducing that debt!. Hell, I might just pay it off myself if you give me another crack at that pussy!” Orus stated

    “You offering?” Dioz said with his signature cocky smile. The warm water finally giving him his sense of self back from his slut brain.

    “Yeah, that’s a deal. If you give us another go like last night. We’ll each pay off a portion of that debt you owe, and I’ll talk to the boss about cutting that bail down.”

    “Deal.” Dioz and Orus shook hands as the other three clasped hands over theirs. “So, When do you wanna go again?”

    “Tonight. Why don’t you come home with me?” Orus offered.

    “Sure,” Dioz laughed.

    “Don’t blow out his hole before we get there!” Marik shouted.

    “No promises!” and the five men busted into laughter.

  • The Side Guy

    “Ugh” Ronnie growled to himself as the frustration tried to boil over. “I’m so over this cycle!” He wanted to scream, yell, throw things. Whatever it took to fix his situation. 

    Becky sat in the back room, her eyes droopy from the massive amount of alcohol she had consumed through out the day and night. Her words slurred as she whined, “I don’t know how to do this.” She paused, Ronnie assumed it was to take another swallow of her eighth or was it ninth glass of wine. He wasn’t sure. “I’m not good at making sure things are to your standards.” she finished as he heard her torch light up. 

    He knew the spoon would be dipping into the wax and she’d soon sound like she was choking up a lung. Ronnie felt disgusted at her, at himself for allowing himself to be trapped in this shitty relationship. In his mind, he was trapped so it didn’t matter that he owned the house. It was true in his mind, so it manifested in his daily life as well. 

    “I’m not good at handling you being drunk so much lately.” he blurted out coldly trying to fight the emotions that were welling up in his body. “I’m out! I’ll be back later!” Ronnie snapped and he jumped to his feet and stormed out the door. 

    He could hear her yelling something about ‘get back here’ and ‘you better not leave’ as he slammed the heavy wooden door behind him. She was drunk, he knew he could be in the truck and down the road before she could stagger herself to the door. 

    With the turn of a key, the Ram breathed fire from behind as the Hemi came to life. He could see her shadow through the window as he backed out and twisted the truck into gear. With squalling tires, he left her behind in a cloud of blueish smoke that rolled off of his back wheels. 

    She was behind him now, for now. He had to get away, get time to himself to think. He needed to figure out how to break those chains he had holding him back in his head. 

    He didn’t have any real destination, he was mindlessly driving, most of the time he was lost in his thoughts. Ronnie didn’t know how long he had been driving or how it happened but he caught the glimpse of a familiar house. “Well damn!” he mumbled with a sarcastic chuckle. 

    He drove past the house at first. It surely wasn’t his conscious intention to land there. Turning left out of the neighborhood he continued his escape. 

    Ronnie drove for several more minutes before the red lights on the back of the truck lit up and he pulled to the side of the dark country road. He went back and forth in his mind about whether he should turn around or not. After several minutes of self debate, he made a U turn. 

    He didn’t immediately turn off the truck after pulling in to Jay’s driveway. The debate started in his mind again. Jay always made him feel better, like he was special. However, Jay was only looking for a friend and a fuck buddy or Ronnie may have never landed himself back into this shitty relationship. 

    Jay’s porch light came on so Ronnie figured he couldn’t back out now. He put the truck in park and turned off the engine feeling a little anxiety starting to build. “I probably shouldn’t have turned around!” he huffed into the empty cab as he opened the door. 

    Jay, at thirty six was younger than he was by twelve years. He was an immigrant from Portugal. He had transferred here for an engineering job a few years back. He was a handsome man with short brown hair, an average frame and stood a few inches taller than Ronnie. 

    To Ronnie, the man’s most endearing features were his olive skin, his accent and the sincerity in which he spoke with. Jay was kind, confident and smart. “Hey!” Ronnie called out to him just out of the reach of the porch light. 

    “Ronnie? Is this you?” Jay questioned the dark figure moving towards him. 

    Ronnie could hear a little concern in the other man’s voice as he spoke. “Yeah Jay, it’s me. Sorry to drop in like this.” he said as he walked into the small ring of light coming from the front of Jay’s house. 

    “It’s good that you came. I’m thinking about you all of the time.” Jay admitted as he waved Ronnie into his home. 

    They entered the house into a foyer type area. The kitchen was to the left, and the guest bathroom was to the right. Straight ahead was the hall that led past a nice seating room to the bedrooms. 

    “What are you doing here?” Jay questioned. He was already moving towards the refrigerator to grab a couple Stella Artois. 

    “Me and her are fighting again.” Ronnie admitted. “She’s on her, I don’t know maybe seventh drunken night in a row!” He finished while reaching out to take the beer Jay was passing him. 

    “Oh, I’m sorry to hear this!” Jay said trying to comfort his older and shorter friend. He stepped closer and put his arms around Ronnie and hugged him. 

    Jay had heard plenty about Ronnie’s situation at home. He gave up on suggesting that Ronnie kick her out. He knew Ronnie was afraid of what would happen to her kids if he did that. So, Jay just held him and didn’t say anything else on the subject. 

    That worked for Ronnie because what he wanted right now was to think about anything other that all of that. And in Jays arms, he felt shielded from his personal drama. 

    Ronnie nestled in tighter to Jay’s frame as the man held him and stroked his hand around the center of Ronnie’s back. “I’m glad I came here.” Ronnie confessed as he felt the world outside start to fade away. 

    He stretched his neck up a little and placed a soft kiss to Jay’s neck before nestling back into the man. The man’s hands were tracing larger circles around Ronnie’s back. “I am also happy you are here.” Jay told him with a conserved smile on his face. 

    Jay pulled away from their embrace and looked down into Ronnie’s eyes. He seen the hunger to escape in his blue and almost sad looking eyes. “Come!” He commanded, and led Ronnie by the hand down the hall. 

    This was exactly what Ronnie thought he needed. With Jay, he knew he could just let go. Jay was the kind of man that liked control. He was gentle, yet firm as he did the things he wanted. Like when they got to his bedroom door. He opened in and followed Ronnie in before turning him and setting him on the foot of his bed. 

    Jay stood in front of the man and lowered his pajama pants, exposing his soft uncut cock before pulling his grey t shirt over his head. He took Ronnie’s hand and led him off the bed. 

    Knowing what Jay wanted, Ronnie lowered himself to his knees and took the soft cock into his mouth. Making little movements, his head bobbed on Jay’s flaccid cock, bringing it to life while Jay’s fingers caressed the top of Ronnie’s head. 

    In his mouth, he felt the mass growing more solid as Ronnie’s lips slid along the smooth skin of Jay’s shaft until it grew to its full length. Ronnie gripped the base of Jay’s seven inch dick and stroked in time with the bobbing of his head. 

    Ronnie would suck the foreskin forward with his mouth and pull it back over Jays cock head with his hand, exposing his lips to a soft mushroom head, and do it over again. That was how Jay liked his cock played with. He enjoyed his foreskin getting as much attention as the rest. 

    The man on his knees sucked Jay’s foreskin back over his head and slid his lips up and down earnestly in short, rapid strokes, following the contour and shape of the tip underneath. 

    “Please take off your clothes?” Jay confidently asked his friend. Ronnie stopped sucking on his cock and stood to undress. 

    Jay stood back and watched as Ronnie pealed of his clothes, piece by piece. When Ronnie was completely naked, he stood still in front of Jay as if he was waiting for inspection. This pleased his partner. 

    “Lay please, on the edge of the bed.” Jay instructed and he walked to his night stand and pulled out a bottle of lube. 

    Ronnie had been here before, he knew how Jay liked to start out. He sat at the edge of the bed and laid back, leaving his legs hanging over the edge of the tall Queen sized bed. 

    Jay knelt between Ronnie’s legs and lifted them into the air. Using his hands, he spread Ronnie’s ass cheeks apart and buried his face between them. His tongue flickered and circled around the other man’s pucker. Ronnie moaned out with his eyes closed. 

    Ronnie felt the pressure of the tip of Jay’s tongue seeking entry into his cavity when Jay slowly started to impale his hole. The sensation Jay gave him while tongue fucking his ass lit Ronnie’s nerve endings on fire. He moaned heavily with a sporadic “oh damn” in between. 

    “I love the way you eat my ass!” Ronnie whined feeling nothing but his ring being penetrated by Jay’s warm wet tongue. 

    He was shocked when he felt the cold lube hit his ass and run down his crack. Jay was ready to take him. He stroked the cold lube onto his cock with one hand while using a couple fingers in his other hand to push the lube around and into Ronnie’s ass. 

    Jay rested Ronnie’s legs against his chest. “Go slow please?” Ronnie asked. “It’s been a long time.” he completed his request just as he felt Jay’s cock push against his ring. 

    “I will be gentle.” Jay assured him as he pushed himself slowly into Ronnie’s center. 

    Initially, Ronnie felt a slight splitting burn as Jay entered him. However, Jay was always a gentleman of his word and paused for Ronnie’s hole to acclimate to the girth that was trying to fill him. 

    Jay didn’t move for a few seconds until he heard Ronnie’s breathing level out and his ass push back into himself.  Slowly at first, Jay moved his cock in and back out listening to the sounds Ronnie would make. They were his queue for how Ronnie was doing. 

    He picked up his pace and fucked Ronnie a little faster when the moans got a little deeper.  Leaning forward against Ronnie’s legs, he folded his lover in the middle and drove his cock downward into Ronnie pushing more moans and sighs from him. 

    Leaning back, Jay twisted Ronnie’s right leg over to the left and laid him on his side. “Just like that!” Jay commented as he pushed Ronnie’s legs together began sawing into Ronnie again. 

    Ronnie reached his hand back and grabbed Jay’s ass in an attempt to pull Jay deeper into himself. Jay was usually very quiet on concentrated on his actions, but he groaned just a little when Ronnie pulled him inside. 

    “Get up in your hands and knees and move up please?” Jay directed Ronnie, pulling his cock out. They both climbed to the center of Jay’s bed. 

    Ronnie squealed just a little when Jay poured more cold lube down his ass before he entered him from behind. Jay locked his fingers around Ronnie’s hips and drove his cock deep and hard into him. Ronnie cried out and arched his back, pushing back into Jay’s body as it slapped into him. 

    Ronnie felt Jay’s weight shift as his body was shoved flat onto Jay’s mattress. Jays hand pushed Ronnie’s head into the pillow and the bed shook from the force of Jay pounding himself into Ronnie. There was a constant stream of moans and grunts spilling from Ronnie’s throat as Jay fucked him with everything he had. 

    Then in an instant, Ronnie went from feeing completely filled with Jay’s cock to gaping and empty as Jay flipped him over and pulled Ronnie’s hips up onto his thighs and slid his cock back inside. 

    With short, shallow thrusts into Ronnie, Jay poured more lube onto Ronnie’s leaking cock. He fisted Ronnie’s cock and stroked it quickly. “I want you to cum so I can feel your ass tightened.” Jay said as he moved his hand up and down Ronnie’s shaft. 

    Ronnie rocked his hips against Jay while he focused on all of the places he could feel Jays touch. Ronnie felt a cool sensation starting in his toes as moved against Jay’s cock. 

    His cock began to swell inside Jay’s hand as he thrust himself into it. His orgasm was so close. The world went blank for a slit second and his sphincter squeezed around Jay’s cock when his own exploded onto his stomach. 

    Jay squeezed Ronnie’s cock tightly after the first volley of cum and stroked up and down. The pressure of Ronnie’s orgasm fighting for escape grew until it flew through the slit in his cock head and spewed onto his chest. 

    Jay moaned out for the second time as the cycle of Ronnie’s ass contracting against his width brought him to the edge and over it. He pulled his pulsating cock out of Ronnie’s ass and stroked his first stream of juices all over Ronnie’s cock before moving back and unloading the rest down Ronnie’s balls and over his hole. 

    Jay collapsed on the bed next too Ronnie, both men panting out into the room. They laid there almost motionless until they caught their breath. 

    “Please shower with me?” Jay asked Ronnie as he stood up. Ronnie moved off of the bed and followed Jay into his large bathroom. Jay turned on both shower heads in the two person shower before getting them each a towel. 

    The two men got into the walk in shower and each stood under a large shower head and let the warm water run down their bodies. Jay turned and put his body against Ronnie’s and wrapped his arms around him. “That was good, yes?” He asked. 

    Ronnie sighed at Jay’s body against his. “That was good. Yes!” he confirmed in a soft spoken voice. “Very good!”


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  • Owning My Brother-in-law

    “Hey boss, what’s up” Harry, my foreman, asked, plopping his butt into the chair across from me and placing his worn work boots on the edge of my desk. I looked up at the grin on his face and knew what he was thinking. Harry and I had been friends since high school, and I brought him onto the construction site a couple of years ago to be the site foreman.

    Harry knew I was gay. He was the only one including my family in our small close-minded town that knew. Harry was married with 3 kids but at the same time he didn’t mind an occasional blowjob when his wife wasn’t putting out. I blew him once but then we both agreed it was too weird, so we decided over a couple of beers to not allow it to happen again.

    When Harry popped into my office with a grin on his face, it was his way of saying “my wife’s on the rag and I need a blowjob.” Harry was the least subtle person I ever met, but I couldn’t deny I wanted a blowjob too.

    Needing it and finding it were 2 different things. Harry and I found a place off the highway a couple of towns away. It looked like your run of the mill porn shops with neon lights and dark windows. Cars were scattered in a dust covered gravel parking lot. Once in the shop, they had areas with magazines, videos and all sorts of toys and lubes for every desire. Then behind some swinging bar doors they had little booths with token run videos you could watch.

    Harry and I also discovered that a few of the booths had glory holes that you could use to get or give a blowjob to the guy next to you. Harry and I always made sure we weren’t in adjoining booths. Harry was a great guy, but not really my type, and he only received a blowjob where I was looking to get one too.

    After work Harry and I packed up and left the office. We got into my pickup and headed to the shop. It had been a while since I sucked a dick, and I was hungry for it. The usual clientele seemed to be a combination of random truckers passing through or some older guys from the surrounding towns, but occasionally a younger guy would wander in.

    I grabbed some tokens and headed to my favorite booth. Harry knew the booth I used, and he knew to avoid it. I pushed a few tokens through the slot and flipped through some of the video options. I could easily watch porn on my mobile device at home, but this gave me the opportunity to taste some dick.

    A few minutes passed and I heard someone step into the booth next to me. Coins clinked in the slot and the glory hole was illuminated with the glow from the screen. I waited for the signal which usually was a few fingers sliding around the hole indicating that he wanted you to slip your cock in to get sucked.

    I waited patiently but no signal. Was he unsure what to do? I squatted down at the hole and looked through. I could only see a pair of slacks, which looked like they were dark blue with a pinstripe. I realized this was a businessman passing through town. In the dim light his leg seemed pretty muscular even through the slacks. I twisted a bit, and I could see what looked like a great ass, thick and round like I liked it.

    “This may be a fun night” I thought to myself as I ran my fingers around the hole waiting to suck some dick. Success! I heard him working his belt then opening his fly. He turned to the hole and slowly pulled his cock and balls out. “Fuck” I thought looking at this cock. It was thick with a perfectly straight shaft and a big mushroom head. His balls were big and hung nicely below his cock. The guy ran his hand over the head stroking himself a couple times before sliding his dick through the hole.

    I placed my hand under his balls feeling the soft warm globes. I breathed in the guy’s musk then licked the head of his cock. It had been too long since I tasted cock and even longer since I had such a big beautiful one. I opened my mouth and began to take the dick slowly past my lips, savoring the warm, musky, velvety flesh. On the other side of the booth, I heard a low moan as I began to suck the guy’s dick.

    I took my time sucking his cock. It was too good to rush. I continued to play with his balls with one hand while I used my other hand to work up and down the shaft with my mouth. Abruptly the guy pulled his dick from my mouth. I felt disappointed because I was looking forward to taking his warm load in my mouth. Just when I thought he was going to finish himself off and leave quickly, he ran his fingers on the hole waiting to suck my dick.

    As quickly as I could I pulled my hard cock out of my pants and pushed it through the hole. This was my lucky night. Soft hands and fingers began to slide over my dick and balls as if the guy were exploring or examining my dick. I was filled with anticipation waiting for the guy to start sucking me. Finally, he began to slip it into his mouth. At first his technique wasn’t great. His teeth scraped my shaft causing me to flinch, but then he shielded them and began working his mouth back and forth.

    It definitely wasn’t the best, most skilled blowjob I had ever received, but this guy seemed hot from what I could tell and that was a big turn on. After a few more minutes of him sucking my dick, it was my turn to get a crack at his again. I pulled my dick back and waited for him to insert his through the hole. This time I wanted to take his load.

    Using some of my best sucking skills, it didn’t take long till I could feel his dick swelling and pulsing in my mouth. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock behind his balls to prevent him from pulling his dick back through the hole. I heard the muffled moan through the wall, and then he pushed hard, and I received my reward. Warm cum flooded my mouth, each squirt caused his dick to swell and shoot.

    When his dick finally stopped discharging, he left it in place allowing me to lick it clean as it went from rock hard to semi. I released the base allowing the guy to pull it back. Normally once a guy gets off, you hear them on the other side quickly zipping up and bolting out. I was pleasantly surprised when his fingers circled the hole. I placed my dick in and he began sucking my dick once again. It took some time but after a few more minutes I was ready to shoot my load. “I’m close” I whispered, not sure if he wanted to take it or not. He didn’t stop sucking and I let my load fill his mouth.

    When I was spent my dick dropped from his mouth, and I heard him finally zipping up. I pulled it back through and quickly cleaned it before putting it back into my pants. I left the booth, headed out of the shop, and went back to my pickup to wait for Harry to return. Part of me was curious to see if I could spot the guy from the next booth. The only thing I was pretty sure about was he was wearing dark pinstripe slacks.

    Sure enough a few minutes later a guy quickly exited the store and across the gravel lot. I immediately saw the pinstriped pants. Additionally, I saw that he was wearing a blue shirt and tie confirming my suspicion he was a businessman. “Oh, fuck no” I said aloud in the cab of my pickup as shock hit me in the face like a brick. I stared across the lot as the guy got into the car. Just as I was trying to figure out what I saw, Harry got back into the pickup. “Slow night” he said, sagging back in the seat. “Guess I will have to jerk off before I go home to my wife” he said solemnly.

    “What the fuck is your problem. You didn’t have any luck either?” Harry asked when I didn’t respond to his comment. “Oh no I sucked a great dick and got a decent blowjob” I said my mind racing. “Nice then what’s the problem?” He asked. “It was my fucking brother-in-law” I said, and the words left me feeling drained and confused.

  • The Slave

    This story is a work of fiction. It is a gay bondage fantasy, no part of which is based on real life. Any resemblance, therefore, to anyone living or dead is purely accidental. Furthermore, this story depicts males on male sexual practices; stop reading now if you are offended by this.

    All characters depicted in this story are willing participants in all the scenes they appear in. No one was coerced or paid to appear in this story.

    In no way do the practices and themes depicted in this story reflect the author’s beliefs or sexual practices. If you choose to act out scenes from this story, please do it responsibly. Always practice safe sex; you owe it not only to yourself but to your sexual partners. If you think you have injured yourself or think you have contracted a sexual disease, or have any other health concerns. Would you please consult with a health professional?

    Please don’t contact the author with commercial requests or advertising; I can find enough of that on the internet to fill my every want, need, and or desire. However, do contact me if you want to talk about the story, ask questions, send messages, or give feedback. Feel free to make suggestions, but I do not guarantee that any of them will be used, particularly if they require any of the characters to act outside of the story’s parameters or their bio.

    If you do not like this story, then go and read someone else’s.

    I am sorry everyone who is hanging out for the next instalment of ‘The Bet’, but I’m clearing up some old stuff that I’ve had laying around and want to get out there in their originally intended form. I worked on these particular pieces while I was in hospital last week, it was easier than trying to write something new, like the next instalment of ‘The Bet.’ Particularly as I had a lot going on while I was in hospital, and I want to do ‘The Bet’ with the justice it deserves.

    So please accept this peace offering.


    He was little more than a youth. If Brian’d had to guess the lad’s age, he’d have to say he wouldn’t be any older than 20, but certainly no younger than 18. So, he had to be at least 18, or he couldn’t have been sold legally, well, as legal as they can here, Brian supposed. All eyes in the room were drawn to him, as though he was the only one in the room, even though he wasn’t. He wasn’t even the only completely naked male in the room. The lad was only 175cm tall. The hair on his head was cropped so short you could only really see it when the boy moved his head, and the hair reflected the light, or he had a strong light behind him. Brian would have to guess the lad’s hair colour as being black, or at worst a very dark brown. While the lad had very high cheekbones because the last of his baby fat still hadn’t left his face, he didn’t quite have the chiselled good looks his bone structure promised.

    Brian was almost mesmerised by the lad’s light brown doe eyes, which equally looked too large for his face, and yet appeared to be the perfect size for his face both at the same time. The lad’s eyebrows were a light brown, with impossibly long eyelashes, which almost gave him an Egyptian look, so much so that Brian wondered if he didn’t have some Egyptian heritage. But, like everyone else in the room, Brian’s eyes were drawn to the lad’s dark red, bee-stung lips, his lips were so large that they didn’t meet in the centre, so it looked as though he had a tiny hole in the very centre of his lips. In fact, Brian wondered if the lad wasn’t wearing lipstick; the colour was so vivid, giving the lad an almost feminine look. The lad’s square, clean-cut jaw only added to the lad’s manliness and again gave hints of the ruggedness, despite the lad’s feminine-looking lips, his face promised to develop into. Naturally, the lad was clean-shaven, which only added to the difficulty of determining the lad’s age.

    Along with everyone else in the room, Brian could see that the lad worked out, as his shoulders were well rounded, and his arms were well-muscled as they swung freely from his shoulders. The lad’s pecs were well rounded, as well, and nicely formed, which only gave credence to the idea that the lad worked out. His paps that stood out proudly from the mounds of his pecs weren’t the pink or the light brown of a Caucasian male, but a very dark brown, almost black, which added more weight to the idea of his having some Middle Eastern blood in him somewhere. The eye was drawn down over the lad’s nicely rounded pecs, down onto his four-pack, which moved invitingly as the lad breathed. The lad almost had the classical ‘V’ shape to his upper body bodybuilders strove for, as he appeared to glide across the room with an almost feline grace. The fact that his hips seemed to be almost too impossibly slender for his frame only added to the overall effect of him. His chest and arms were completely hairless, and Brian was willing to bet anyone in the room that the lad’s armpits were as well.

    There was no treasure trail leading from his navel to his non-existent pubic hair; well, that is, Brian assumed there was no pubic hair as the lad’s pubic region was covered by a golden triangle of light chain mail, which was stretched from hip to hip. And must have been fastened at the back somehow, as the top of the triangle of golden chain mail hung down slightly under the lad’s abdomen. While the third tip of the triangle hung halfway down his medium-sized cock.

    It took Brian quite a while to force his eyes down to check out the lad’s legs, as all he had eyes for, all anyone in the room had eyes for, was the 2-gage gold ring threaded through the lad’s Prince Albert piercing. It took Brian a while to make sense of the fact that the lad was uncircumcised, and it was the Prince Albert piercing holding the lad’s foreskin back. It was only after determining if the lad was circumcised or not that Brian’s brain finally realised that the lad’s Master was leading him by a very narrow gold chain. That was clipped to the ring in the lad’s Prince Albert. Did his eyes want to continue their journey down to rove over the lad’s very well sculptured legs? Of course, they did; Brian hadn’t finished drinking in the sight of him. Brian was intrigued by the thin gold straps that were laced around the lad’s calves. Brian could plainly see that the gold straps laced over the lad’s feet as well, but he could not tell if the lad had soles under the soles of his feet, which would mean the lad was, in fact, wearing sandals, or if he just had the gold straps laced under his feet. If the lad was wearing sandals, Brian had decided that the soles had to be almost wafer-thin.

    Brian noted the gold chain that the lad’s Master had tethered to the ring in the lad’s Prince Albert was attached to the bracelet his Master wore on his wrist and was leading him by through the crowd in the room. The lad was obviously very well trained, as he wasn’t looking around at anyone else in the room, nor was he looking at the floor. No, Brian assumed the lad had his eyes locked firmly onto his Master’s arse.

    As the lad drew next to and passed Brian, he could tell that he was impossibly thin when seen from side-on. Brian could just see the lad’s nuts as his thighs pushed them from side to side as he walked, and he was disappointed that the lad didn’t have a large bubble butt, but at least his arse wasn’t dead flat either. Now, Brian could see the delicate gold chain that held the lad’s chainmail loincloth in place as it stretched across the top of the lad’s arse. Brian was mesmerised by the flow of the lad’s muscles as they moved under his skin, as the lad was walking. As the lad and his Master walked past Brian, he turned so he could watch the play of the lad’s muscles of his back and arse as they seemed to flow under the lad’s skin. Brian’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he finally caught sight of the narrow strips of gold chainmail hanging from the lad’s arse. It took a minute or two for Brian’s brain to work out that they had to be attached to some kind of butt plug that the lad had inserted. Now, as Brian got over the shock of seeing something so beautiful and so obviously a slave walking past, he could take in the fact that the lad’s skin was a very light coffee colour. This explained his dark coloured paps, and the lad’s cock and balls were also very dark brown, with an almost lolly pink head. And Brian decided he liked his colouring very much.

    Brian didn’t realise that he’d had a very natural response to seeing something so almost perfect, well, as far as he was concerned anyway, walking around naked. And in fact, Brian, like probably a lot of the other gentlemen in the club, had boned up, and even though he’d had to keep making adjustments to the position of his cock to accommodate it now that it had engorged itself. His brain still hadn’t told the rest of him that this had happened, so Brian quite shamelessly kept pushing and prodding at his crotch for all the world to see. Brian’s brain finally made sense of the spectacle of the naked lad being led around by a leash attached to the ring in his P.A., and Brian noticed that the lad’s Master wasn’t holding his end of the leash. The leash was attached to the gold bracelet the lad’s Master was wearing on his wrist, which allowed the lad’s Master full use of both his hands. While still being able to lead the boy around and ensuring he couldn’t get away.

    Brian had never been to a slave auction before and wouldn’t have been at this one if his mate Bryant hadn’t insisted he come, just to ‘check it out’ and see what actually happens. Brian, of course, knew about the ‘slave auctions’, but, like a lot of people, he thought they were just a chance for people to pick up other like-minded people. Before tonight, Brian didn’t honestly believe that the Masters actually owed their ‘slaves’. Brian just assumed that it was like any relationship where one person was more dominant than the other. In truth, Brian didn’t know all that much about bondage or S&M, or anything to do with that side of sex; he thought it was just ‘play’, that was until he saw the inside of the aptly named ‘Auction House Bar’. But from the moment he and Bryant had walked through the door, Brian realised that this was something serious for most of the men here; they just weren’t ‘playing’ at this. ‘Who knew,’ Brian asked himself, ‘that a place like this even existed in Melbourne.’ Admittedly it was right in the heart of the ‘gay’ district, and the entrance fee and pictures on the walls of the Reception area would leave no one in any doubt that this was, in fact, a gay venue catering almost exclusively to males.

    At first, Brian thought the Waiting Staff were the ‘slaves’ until Bryant laughed at him and explained the difference, and once it had been pointed out, Brian kicked himself ‘metaphorically speaking’. As the Waiting Staff, all wore bowties, and not only around their necks, but on their cocks as well, but nothing else except for the strip of white cloth around their middle covering nothing, which Brian guessed full-filled the role of their aprons.

    In some ways, Brian wished he’d been introduced to this establishment years ago and found he now harboured some resentment towards Bryant for that. But, at the same time, he was appalled that people could even consider buying and selling other humans; it smacked too much like the slavery of Africans that was practised worldwide once upon a time. But not even feeling like he did could stop Brian from continuing to check out the lad. By now, Brian was almost desperate to be able to check him out himself. To be able to lay his hands on the lad’s flesh. To feel the warmth of it. To prove to himself that the lad is real. Brian also wanted to have the chance to fondle the lad’s genitals, to run his hands over the lad’s firm chest. To have the opportunity to part the lad’s butt cheeks and explore his hole for a bit, just to see if he was a virgin. Just for curiosities sake, of course. Brian’d convinced himself that his thoughts were only pure; he’d hate for someone to purchase the lad only to discover he wasn’t all he was advertised to be.

    But then, Bryant pointed out the ‘holding platform’ that all the rest of the slaves were already standing on, in all their naked glory, and poor Brian almost cremed himself on the spot. Bryant had noticed but thought it was too funny to tell Brian that he was leaking so much pre-cum that he had a growing wet patch on the front of his jeans. If Brian had known, he would have realised that it wouldn’t matter if he had cremed himself or not as his pants wouldn’t look any different. Just the odour of them would have changed.

    Suddenly Brian grabbed Bryant’s arm, “what the fuck are they doing?” he asked in a stage whisper as he watched men mount the platform and ‘inspect’ the ‘slaves’.

    Bryant laughed at him, “they’re all Masters, and they are inspecting the slaves to see which ones they want to bid on.”

    “You mean,” Brian replied, looking at Bryant with a look of surprise on his face, “that they’re going to ‘buy’ those guys.”

    Bryant put the most scholarly expression on his face that he could muster under the circumstances. “Look, Brian, in an auction, you have a product, in this case, the ‘slaves’. As well as buyers, in this case, those Masters checking out the ‘slaves’, as well as, and probably most importantly, the sellers, those Masters who have trained the slaves and now have finished with them, and probably want a new slave.”

    “But, that’s….” Brian started to say but petered out as he watched two Masters checking out the slaves. Brian lurched towards the platform but was held back when Bryant grabbed his arm.

    “What the fuck do ya think ya doing?” He demanded.

    “I’m going up to check the slaves out,” Brian replied.

    Bryant grabbed Brian by the face and pointed out the sign attached to the wall behind the slaves, which read, ‘Only registered Masters who are genuinely interested in purchasing a slave, and have paid their deposit, are allowed to examine the slaves.’ “Oh,” was all Brian could think of to say. So, he had to stand there and watch the Masters as they inspected the slaves on offer while he turned green with envy.

    “Fuck this,” Brian eventually said as he pulled away from Bryant and went over to the auctioneer’s block, with Bryant running along behind him, demanding to know what he was going to do. But, unfortunately, by the time Bryant reached Brian at the auctioneer’s block, Brian had already paid his deposit and registered as a buyer. “What the fuck are you doing,” Bryant demanded of him as he swung Brian around to look at him.

    “What does it look like I’m doing?” Brian asked a stunned Bryant. “But…”

    “But what? You don’t have that kind of money. And besides, what are you going to do with a slave?”
    “What does anyone do with a slave,” Brian shot back with a scowl on his face. Then with the deposit paid, Brian walked up onto the Slaves platform and started to ‘inspect’ the slaves standing there. Not one of them flinched as Brian ran his hands all over the slaves’ bodies. He was hefting and weighing their genitals in his hands. Opening their mouths and inspecting their teeth. He had them all bend over as he separated their arse cheeks and explored their holes, seeing just how many fingers he could get up their arses and then having the slaves lick and suck his fingers clean. As Brian made his way down the line towards the lad, he finally noticed four nearly naked males standing on either side of the platform that the slaves were standing on.

    Brian was captivated by the fact that they all wore uniforms of a sort; they had a strip of soft kid leather that was about ten centimetres wide that hung from their shoulders like a vest. The leather came down at an angle from both shoulders until they met and were held together by a single button that rested just below their sternum. The strips of leather then went back to just above their thighs, so it looked almost like the men had a big ‘X’ on their chests, which did nothing to hide the fact that they were all naked underneath. And it seemed as though the outfits were designed to accentuate this fact, as the lower part of the ‘X’ seemed to draw attention to their groins. Which had been ‘manscaped in that the only pubic hair they had was trimmed so that it was a strip only as wide as their cocks and went up in a straight line towards their navel. But only stood about ten centimetres tall. However, on the guys at the other end of the platform, Brian could see that the strips of leather did continue around to their backs where they had a wider strip of leather running down their spines that the leather crossing their chest was attached to. This strip of leather was only about five centimetres wide and ran from just below their shoulder blades and finished just above their butts. Where the strips of leather flared out and ran across the top of their butts and ran almost down the outside of their thighs and hung as ‘tails’ down the backs of their legs. And finished just above the backs of their knees. Brian didn’t notice the Tasers they carried until he went to inspect one of them, and before Brian could make contact with his flesh. That particular guard pointed the Taser in Brian’s direction and growled at him, which made Brian back up very quickly, and he went back to examining the slaves on offer. We make the distinction here about these particular slaves being on offer as other slaves dotted around the room their Masters had brought along to accompany them.

    Finally, Brian got to examine the ‘lad’. Brian, lovingly, ran his hand down the velvety softness of the lad’s skin; starting at the lad’s very well-rounded shoulders, Brian ran his hand over the lad’s pectoral muscles. Until he reached the lad’s pap, which Brian pinched between his first finger and thumb as he rolled it, feeling it harden beneath his touch. When it was rock hard and standing out proudly from the flesh of the pec around it, Brian left it alone and slid his hand over the lad’s smooth abdomen. Revelling in the feel of the lad’s ridges beneath his fingers, as his hand made its slow way towards the lad’s groin. Finally, Brian got to cup and weigh the lad’s cock and balls, and while they were on the small size, Brian wasn’t disappointed. He could feel the weight of the ring in the lad’s P.A. as it rested on the side of his hand, and Brian was impressed by the weight of it, particularly as it hung from such a small cock. Brian turned the lad around and told him to bend over to expose his hole. When the lad complied, Brian could easily see that the lad had been well used as his hole was not round but a slit instead, so Brian knew the lad wasn’t a virgin. Brian fingered the lad’s hole anyway and was surprised to see that he could get four fingers inside the lad without any trouble. When Brian had finished fingering the lad’s hole, he bade the lad stand up and got the lad to lick and suck his fingers clean. While Brian marvelled at the sight of the lad’s bee-stung lips up close, and he was surprised to realise that the lad wasn’t wearing lipstick after all. Brian finished inspecting the slaves, made his way back to the room floor, and went and stood beside Bryant.

    Bryant just stood and stared at Brian, “fuck me,” was all he seemed to be able to think to say, to Brian, as he stood and looked at him. “Since when have you had the money to buy a slave? And since when have you wanted to buy a slave? Why haven’t you shared this with me before? I assume you’ve been here before? Why didn’t you ever tell me? Here I was thinking I’d introduced you to the seamier side of gay life, but it would appear as though you’ve known about it all along.”

    Brian held his hands up, palms facing Bryant in the universal sign of surrender, “look,” he said to Bryant, “I’ve never been here before, I promise. I’ve never owned a slave before, fuck, before tonight, I didn’t think anyone could. Sure,” Brian raced on before Bryant could interrupt, “I’ve read about it in stories and seen it depicted in ‘fuck’ films. But I thought it was all just fantasy. Someone’s overactive imagination. I never thought I’d see it in the flesh, so to speak. I had no idea that places like this existed, and certainly not in Melbourne. America, maybe, but not here in Australia, and certainly not in Melbourne, let alone Collingwood! I nearly shat myself when I realised what kind of a place this was. Added to that is the fact that you even knew it was here. So, if anyone has any explaining to do, mate, it’s you, not me!”

    “Well, how do you explain the money, plus the fact that you seemed to know exactly what to do so you could get to grope all those guys up there.”

    Brian just grabbed Bryant by the chin and pointed his face towards the Auctioneers block, “if you’d noticed anything that was going on around you, mate, you’d have noticed, like I did, that guys were lining up in front of the table beside the auctioneer’s block and they were registering for something and paying over a hunk of cash. Obviously, they are registering for the chance to bid in the auction, and like a lot of auction houses, you have to prove you can afford to bid on any items for sale, in this case, those glorious naked ‘slaves’ over there. So, I joined the queue and paid the hefty deposit and went and inspected the ‘merchandise’.”

    “Oh,” was all Bryant could think of to say, as Brian pulled the paddle from his back pocket. “But where did you come up with enough money to buy a ‘slave’?

    “I didn’t. If I’m not successful on any of my bids, then my deposit is refunded. However,” Brian ploughed on, “if I’m successful, then my deposit is subtracted from the price of the slave. So, technically, it hasn’t cost me a cent so far. Unless I’m successful, of course. Then I’m probably up for a shit load of money.”

    “Oh,” was all Bryant could think to say. “Oh. So, if you don’t outbid anyone, then you got to cop a feel for nothing?”

    “Exactly. Now shut up and keep it to yourself.”

    Both men fell silent as someone who could only be the auctioneer walked towards the auctioneer’s block and mounted the stairs. He cleared his throat and bade everyone a good evening, and without any further fanfare, the auction got underway. Brian made a few bids on some of the ‘slaves’, but he had no worries about ever having the winning bet, as the ‘slaves’ all sold for hundreds of thousands of dollars, and Brian didn’t have the money or the balls to even try to bid that kind of money. Even when the lad was on the auction block, he was ultimately unsuccessful, even though Brian did make quite a few bids.

    Brian and Bryant hung out for a bit ogling all the naked man-flesh on display at the end of the auction, but eventually, they called it a night. They made their way back to Bryant’s place, and Brian kissed Bryant on the cheek and thanked him for such an informative and enjoyable evening. Then, he got in his car and drove home. That night he masturbated, before falling asleep while thinking about how the lad’s anus’s felt as though it was trying to draw his fingers in deeper. Brian had the most incredible orgasm of his life, as he shot so much cum all over his chest, he didn’t think he’d ever stop. Finally, not bothering to clean himself up, he rolled over and fell into a deep sleep. Where he dreamed of fucking and being fucked by the lad all night.

  • Taken

    Revelations

    I woke slowly, gracefully, from a deep, deep sleep.

    I felt groggy, like I had been asleep too long. I had some stomach pains and a sore throat. I reached up to touch my throat and my shoulder was stiff. It didn’t hurt but it was stiff. I felt thin and weak.

    But not in pain.

    My ordeal was still very fresh in my mind so I expected to be in more pain. Far more pain.

    I pulled myself up, which took more effort than it should have. I leaned back on the padded headboard of the bed I was in and looked around.

    I was in a huge bed in a huge room. It was like the most expensive hotel room in the world. Massive floor-to-ceiling windows let in lots of bright sunlight from two sides. One was wide open like a door out onto a balcony, allowing a light warming breeze into the room and sending the gauzy curtains dancing. Everything, from the furnishings to the carpet to the wallpaper, looked like the height of luxury.

    I wondered just for second if I had died and gone to heaven. I noticed I had cannulas in both arms and I figured that meant I was alive. No IV lines though. I tested my shoulder. It was ok until I rotated it and then it hurt a little. I felt my face with my hands. My skin felt soft and smooth and nothing felt bruised. I ventured down to my nipples. I could see a tiny scar on one but nothing on the other. I pulled the covers back. I was wearing an old-fashioned linen nightgown which I pulled up so that I could examine my private parts. I thought I could see a small scar on my foreskin and a slightly bigger scar on my scrotum but it was hard to be sure.

    I reach back to touch my ass and my hole. My pulse was racing a bit as a did that, but everything felt normal. It felt pretty good actually. I wiggled my toes and found they were stiff on one foot, like my shoulder. I remembered another detail and quickly grasped my upper arm. I couldn’t quite see all the detail without a mirror, but I had a new red mark there that looked like an almost perfectly round birthmark. It didn’t look like a burn though. I touched it with a finger and found I had no feeling on my skin there at all. I had moved quickly and made my ribs ache, but the sensation quickly passed.

    I stretched and looked at my side. There were no obvious marks or scars. Nothing ached too much. It was all a bit surreal.

    I pulled the covers back over me and sat up in the bed. Out loud I said “maybe I AM dead after all”. I really wasn’t sure.

    There was a rustling sound from the open window. Two figures came in from outside, both grinning broadly at me. It was TT and Craig St.John.

    “Nope, not even a little bit dead” said TT.

    “Although you probably should be, the state you were in” added Craig.

    I knew that my mouth was hanging open and I knew that tears of relief and joy were dropping from my eyes. Both young men rushed to me and all three of us hugged tightly like our lives depended on it. I had a lump in my throat and my heart felt like it might explode.

    We eventually broke the hug and the guys grabbed plush chairs from around the room and came to sit by the bedside. There was a lot of “how are you feeling” and “it’s great to have you back” before the noise of people speaking over each other died down to silence.

    Craig looked at me and said in earnest. “Are you ok?”

    “I think I am” I replied. “Either I wasn’t as badly hurt as I thought or I have healed real quick, because I don’t feel too bad. It’s… weird.” I noticed Craig and TT glance quickly at one another. I frowned. “What….?” I said. There was something in that glance.

    They both looked at each other again. Eventually TT plucked up the courage. “You were badly hurt. I mean badly. Like, for the first two days they weren’t sure you were going to make it, that kind of badly. You haven’t healed quickly – well, you have but that’s only because you’ve had the best medical care available on the planet – but you’ve been in a medically induced coma for many weeks.”

    My eyes went wide. I looked at the blue plugs in my veins and I thought about how I felt. The hunger, the sore throat and odd feeling around my mouth where I must have been intubated, the slightly light-headed feeling, stiff joints and weakness….. I knew it was true.

    ‘Why don’t we catch you up?” Said Craig.

    “Yeah, it’s a good story and maybe you’ll feel better for knowing”. Said TT.

    I nodded. I think I was in shock. TT cleared his throat theatricality and leaned forward.

    “After you were taken all hell broke loose. Jonno went fucking loopy, like I mean out of his mind. He was at the main Chapterhouse where a lot of us stay when a load of cars pulled up, lots of men ran in and they told him. They brought Connor in with his hand practically hanging off. He was beside himself, poor bastard. Blamed himself. All the clients were sent away immediately. Jonno sent a car to fetch the boss and they spent half an hour locked up in one of the offices. When the door opened the boss jumped in a car that sped off and Jonno gave about a thousand orders in the space of ten seconds. Between them they mobilised a fucking army.”

    “Later that night they brought two guys to Jonno. They apparently had some information on where you had been taken, apparently were part of the crew who snatched you. No-one was bothered about what we were doing, so all the crew at the Chapterhouse saw the whole thing. Loads of us were sat all the way up the stairs watching. Jonno unloaded on those two bastards like nothing I have ever seen before. I never knew what the word ‘fury’ meant until then. I’m glad he’s on our side! He got the information eventually. Loads of people couldn’t watch. He was……feral, you know like an animal. I’m pretty sure he killed one of them with his bare hands and the other guy was taken away “to be disposed of” and I think we all know what that means.”

    “Anyway, the boss came back after midnight with some woman and even more men. These guys were hard looking bastards. All ex-military types and all armed to the teeth. A load of black SUVs pulled up and they started to load up.”

    TT sat back and said with a broad grin, “I told them I was going too. I wouldn’t take no for an answer. The boss came to speak with me personally. Me! Told me I could do nothing to help. I told him I did not give a fuck. You were deep in shit and you’d need a friend. I argued a lot. Thought I’d get slapped from there to next week, but no-one had the heart for it. Jonno came and interrupted. Told the boss I could go – told him, didn’t ask him – and told me to stay out of the way. So I went too.”

    “We got to some abandoned warehouse at the old docks after two in the morning. There was a party going on. These military guys stormed the place. There was gunfire, stun grenades – all sorts of shit. They blew the doors off the place. Then Jonno was out and running. I followed him. That’s when we found you. You were in bad shape.” He stopped, his eyes wide. “I don’t think I’ll ever get that image out of my mind actually. You were strung up in a pool of your own blood, covered in puke and…. other stuff. You were beaten to shit……”

    Craig interrupted. “He was there TT. I think we can skip that part?”

    “Oh yeah…right….sorry.” He said, realising he was being insensitive. “Anyway, we thought you’d gone. You know, dead. Jonno got you down and he and doc got to work right away.”

    Craig interrupted again. “They needed to restart your heart and resuscitate you. Your airways were blocked and you were jacked up on Christ-knows what. You’d lost a lot of blood too. And as our friend here so eloquently put it….. you had been beaten to shit. Doc Garcia eventually got you so that you were mostly stable. He had to reset your shoulder right there because the blood had been cut off, and he got fluids into you. And something to counteract the drugs. That’s when Jonno left your side, when he was sure you were in safe hands. He went from concerned nurse to raging maniac in a heartbeat. It took six of those military types to hold him off of the ringleader. I swear he would have killed him with his bare hands. He was raging.”

    “Such exaggeration” said a familiar voice in the doorway.

    “Master!” I exclaimed. He rushed over to the bed and hugged me tightly.

    “My god it’s good to see back with us!” He said. He had tears streaming down his face and I notice the others did too.

    Eventually I pushed him away. “I need to hear this” I said and he nodded understanding. He wiped his face with his sleeve and sat on the edge of the bed.

    “In that case I’ll cover the next part because these two clowns will make it sound like a Die Hard movie.” He laughed, a genuine sound of happiness. “I’ll make this brief. I think you know that Pavel had been trying to evolve his business reconnect with his estranged family. What no-one knew is that Pavel’s brother had been working against him in secret. He didn’t want a family reconciliation and was working against a clean-up. Oleg always had a passion for….. that end of the market. He took you to prove a point, but we’ll come to the detail of that when Pavel arrives. Anyway, by taking you he forced the family come down on Pavel’s side. It became an honour thing. They sent help and they…..disposed of the brother. Pavel is working with his sister now and trying to unravel the mess.”

    “You should know that Pavel went to his allies for help. He went to Christian, and Christian involved Craig’s father. There isn’t anything goes down in the criminal underworld that his people don’t know about. His people, led by Craig here, found two of the men who snatched you and they brought them to me.” I glanced at Craig, who was beaming with pride. “Poor Connor gave a good description of one of the men, which meant we had something to go on. So, we found you, and almost too late . Doc Garcia couldn’t fix you up and we knew the local hospital wouldn’t be able to do much more than patch you up, if we were lucky. You were too far gone and needed very specialist care. We called in some favours. One of your old clients, Lucus, is a world-renowned plastic surgeon with friends in all the right places and he is extremely wealthy. Craig’s father had already contacted him and he agreed to help as soon as he knew it was for you. Between them, and Pavel’s family, and Christian’s people, they have found and funded just about the best care that it’s possible to have.”

    TT interrupted. “Doctor Lucus sent his personal helicopter to collect you and Christian sent a gunship escort if you can believe that!” He said with excitement. “If you could see the shit that was mobilised for you….. man, Hollywood could not have done it better!”

    Master smiled at TT’s enthusiasm. “It is true that Christian has intervened in this affair. That’s rare. He has let it be known that any move against you would incur his personal wrath. In that message he cancels the contract on your head. He has no technical authority to do that, but I told you before he’s head of the most powerful of the families. No-one will dare to disrespect his edict.” Master grinned at me. Much of this was lost on me and I was scrambling to keep up.

    “Anyway….” said Master. “Your doctors wanted to ensure you had time to properly recover physically before you had to face any psychological trauma. It was also easier for them to work on you when you were not….. around. Made things far quicker. You’ve needed a lot of work and reconstructive surgery to ensure you were not permanently scarred. Lucus is a genius when it comes to that. That’s why they put you into a coma.”

    “Not that anyone listens to the old fat man”. Another person had entered the room.

    “You!” I exclaimed. It was the fat man. One of the clients from the first few days. The one who had been so good to me.

    “Yes, me. At your service” he said with a smile. “Now, young masters St.John and whatever I’m supposed to call you” he said, nodding his head towards TT. “Make yourselves scarce while I check on my patient.” He shoed them out of their chairs. “Two people at a time, I said. No more.”

    He came to my bedside, placed a large warm hand on my forehead. “How do you feel, young man?” He asked.

    “I’m ok I think” I said. “A bit stiff. And……. I think I’m hungry.”

    Both the fat man and Master laughed. “Well, that’s the best sign I could have. You have a sore throat?” I nodded. “Hmmm, that will pass. As will the stiffness. You need to build up your strength slowly now. Your two young friends have been at your side day and night. I made use of them. They have been your personal physiotherapists, stimulating your muscles for you while you have been asleep. So, things could be worse. Keep an eye on your shoulder and your toes. The dislocation and broken shoulder was quite nasty so that will be stiff and it might ache. You had several broken toes so the same applies. I think your ribs will be fine, but you might experience a little aching there over the next few weeks. There’s not much I could to accelerate the mending of broken bones, I’m afraid. Other than that, well, you’re a young lad and you’ll bounce back.”

    “Sir, how do I thank you….?” I said.

    “Ha! You thank me by getting well and getting back on your feet, that’s how. We’ll catch up later and we can talk about what we’ve done to you.” he replied. “And don’t call me sir. I’m Lucus.” He smiled at me. I couldn’t speak. I just stared back, somewhat in awe. “I’m going to have the kitchen rustle up some soup for you. Jonno, Pavel is on his way up.” Master nodded and Lucus left, saying “I won’t be too long” as he went.

    “While we’re on that subject” said Master. “Don’t call me Master any more. I have told you that before, but now I really mean it. I’m Jonno. I am not your master. You don’t have a master any more.” I dumbly nodded.

    Pavel arrived in the doorway. Jonno went to him and they embraced before they both sat in the chairs vacated by TT and Craig.

    “It’s good to see you whole, my friend” said Pavel. I was startled. I wasn’t expecting to be addressed as ’my friend’. “Are you strong enough? Is he, Jonno?” He looked from me to Jonno.

    “Strong enough for….?” I said, confused.

    “To take a couple more shocks, young man.” He said. “Today’s the day it all comes out. The whole truth. You have waited quite long enough.”

    “I’m strong enough” I said. I didn’t know if I was, but I wanted everything out in the open. I needed to join up the dots, the snippets of information that I had and that made no sense on their own. I kinda felt like a lot had happened and I was racing to catch up, but I knew I couldn’t begin to recover and get strong unless I knew everything.

    Jonno nodded. Pavel cleared his throat. “I know who you are.” He said.

    That got my attention. What did that mean? He continued. “Some of what we have done to you…. we have been cruel. I do not know if I can ask you to forgive me. But listen to the whole story. I will answer any questions you have.” He cleared his throat and sat back.

    “The story begins a long time ago. I’ll try to keep this brief and we can catch up on the details when you’re feeling stronger. So….. I have two sisters and brother. You have met my brother Oleg, and I think you may have caught sight of Arina. We had a younger sister, too. She was a beautiful young thing, so full of love and life. She fell in love with a man from a rival family and they ran away together against family wishes. My father, as head of the family, eventually let her go but the other family was not so forgiving. The man was the first son and slated to inherit, so by running away with my sister he had, in his father’s eyes, placed an unforgivable dishonour upon them. This was big news among the families and their retainers. This sort of thing simply did not happen. ”

    “They hunted the pair like animals. We know that my sister was with child by the time they caught up to the pair. We believe that she gave birth prematurely and that she died in childbirth. There are no records so the circumstances are lost to time, but we can guess that being pursued relentlessly had taken its toll. All anyone knew for sure is that that two boys were born in that hospital on the same day. For some unknown reason the family’s men could not establish which was which, so they stole both boys away and secretly placed them in the city, each with a carer. They invoked a terrible contract. They let it be known that when the boys were old enough they were to be taken as slaves. A very large price was placed upon them and substantial funds set aside; whoever located a boy would receive the reward upon verifying his death. It was a cruel and unusual punishment, a lesson to all that family dissent would not not tolerated. The aim was of course to wipe out that line and any claim to the family business. Ironically, that family was destroyed utterly not long after, my father having arranged for another to take the revenge that he could not publicly be seen to take. My sister was his favourite.” Pavel got a far away look. He leaned forward and rubbed at his shin before sitting back and sighing. “They took the location of the boys with them to the grave. So, the legend of the lost boys was begun. ”

    He paused again. “Of course, after this long the funds have grown and attracted much attention. Many groups have sought the boys for a long time. For others the lost boys have passed into myth and legend.”

    “I have been looking for those boys for a very long time, too, for my own reasons. We finally found them both, almost in the nick of time. The first boy had already been sold and in the struggle to extract him, he was killed by his captors. We gathered our evidence and tests showed that this boy was my sister’s child. We were too late. But the other boy’s sale was proceeding, the deal not yet complete. I had searched for both boys for so long that I could not abandon the other to his fate. He may not have been of my blood, but by now it felt like he was. I stepped in and we forced the carer, a man masquerading as the boy’s grandfather, to sell to us instead.”

    “That boy was you.“

    I sat in silence, my mouth hanging open. Everything I knew about myself appeared to be a lie and I was confused, my head spinning.

    “You were, as they say, the spare. The other boy. An innocent boy caught up in family affairs. But we had sought you for so long that we could not, in all good conscience, simply ignore your plight. You see, you remained in grave danger. At least two organisations were actively seeking you now, rumour of events having surfaced in the worst of places. If we let you go you were dead, I had no doubt, and after all those years of searching I simply couldn’t do it. Nor could I collect the reward myself, so we chose to take what we believed was the lesser of the hard choices in front of us. We brought you into our organisation and put you to work while we decided what to do with you.”

    I wanted to speak now, but I was still processing what I was hearing. I was becoming angry at how I had been mistreated my whole life. I missed my opportunity as Pavel continued his tale.

    “We had a problem of our own. My brother was moving against me and we knew that somehow he had infiltrated our organisation. We learned that it was his men who had killed the other boy and who had been secretly bidding for you. So, we had to treat you like any other boy to ensure no-one suspected a thing. We let it be known that your grandfather owed me money and that I had agreed to take you in repayment. It wasn’t completely unheard of to keep a ‘taken’ boy in a secure location away from everyone else, to treat you a little differently since you did not fit the usual pattern of my workforce. So that’s how we played it. It gave me an excuse to do what no-one would suspect: we left you where you grew up, where we could watch you while we worked to free you from the contract that was placed on your head before you could even walk. We spread rumours that you had died. We figured that it would take a few weeks for the furore to die away, after which time we could take some time to think again about your future.”

    I was transfixed, my eyes wide and glistening with moisture, a growing lump in my throat.

    “We knew that your life would not have been good up to the point we found you. We assumed that you would have suffered a life of abuse, almost certainly rape and torture and beatings, probably from a very young age. We believed that you would actually be better off with us, under our protection. We didn’t doubt that. We would keep you safe and warm and healthy and fed. We usually give our boys a choice, but in your case there was no choice. When we learned that you…. well, that you were still a virgin, I admit I was thrown off. I had to make a quick decision on that day. I couldn’t treat you differently in front of those who were present for fear of revealing your identity, so we took you anyway and damn the consequences. I told myself it was still better than certain death. I know I made the wrong decision that day. I am sorry.”

    Here was a long pause and Jonno shuffled uncomfortably in his chair, painfully aware of his part in the plan.

    Pavel spoke again. “The other boy was not so fortunate. We are certain he was abused badly throughout his short life, the poor soul. We believed that we could offer….. better circumstances for you, even if you were untouched. Of course we had nothing else to offer. There was no ‘plan b’. We were already taking so many risks. Jonno and me….. we almost changed our minds a few times in those early days….. but you took to your new work very quickly and we became rather fond of you. Despite the circumstances you seemed relatively happy. We took some steps to limit the abuses you might take, although I admit we were only partly successful in that thanks to the infiltration in our ranks, so with strict measures in place we presumed to continue with our plan.”

    “Jonno here believed that you were special. We watched you closely and we agreed that there was something about you. After your encounter with the Prince we agreed that we were wrong to have involved you in our business in this way, but we simply didn’t know what else to do. We agreed that you had to have an “out” as they call it. Jonno……. He wanted more for you. He’d gotten to know you, you see….. despite his reputation, Jonno here is more the lover than the fighter.”

    “After much thought we agreed to begin the process of limiting your work. It was another risk, but we stopped any further bookings for you and we ensured that any potentially difficult client was immediately switched to another boy without you knowing. You told us you were happy, so we continued the charade just enough to keep suspicions at bay. We let you choose whether to attend the party, but only us three knew that.”

    “We agreed that when everything was concluded and when I had finalised the deal to be rejoined with my family, Jonno and I would offer to adopt you. We had been looking for you for such a long time and had become so very fond of you, that we wanted you to stay with us. Up until the day of our annual party, that was our plan. You could tell us no, of course, and in that case we’d give you enough money to make a life of your own. Either way, we knew that we had reparations to make. Our intentions were good, but we feared we had only added to your sorrow.

    Pavel wiped a tear from his eye. He paused for a few breaths, and then continued.

    “Then quite by chance your friend noticed something that we had….. overlooked. Your eyes. They are so very big and such an unusual colour of blue. Jonno had seen it before, of course, and he even mentioned it to me once. But we simply….. didn’t see the relevance. We already knew that the dead boy was family and that you were the other child. However, when your friend became angry about how we were treating you, angry enough to confront Jonno here, he called the colour of your eyes to Jonno’s attention in a way that suddenly…. suddenly brought some loose strands together. We had been discussing only the evening before why both boys had been taken all those years ago. Why go to that extra effort? It made little sense to us even as rather sick object lesson.”

    “And then we realised that we had not tested your blood, not for DNA anyway. We had only assumed….. We took blood from you immediately and the doctor took them to the lab. We knew we would have results by mid afternoon the next day. Then trouble struck. My sister decided it was time to conclude business just as rumours reached us that a rival family was planning an imminent attack on us to get to you. Your unusual status had got out. Questions were being asked and someone, somewhere, must have put two and two together. We had you returned to the house where believed you were secure. I am so very sorry that it was not secure enough.”

    Pavel wiped another tear away. Master went to him and grasped his shoulder. He turned to me and continued.

    “You see, I have known two people with eyes just like yours, that piercing azure blue. I just never made the connection. The first was your mother, a long time ago. The second is here. Pavel.” He said. I glanced back at Pavel and suddenly I knew. He had the most amazing big blue eyes.

    “We received your blood work back.” Said Pavel, our eyes locked together as he picked the thread of the story back up. There was some confusion to begin with. We thought the samples had been mixed up, but it soon became clear that you and the other boy were twins. You are my young sister’s son. You are my nephew. My family. You see, there was no spare. The children….. the lost boys…. were twins.”

    My head was spinning. This was all too much. I couldn’t speak.

    Jonno sat forward. “You and Pavel share the same blood type. I’s a good thing too because you’re AB positive, very rare. You needed a lot of blood that first day and it all came from Pavel, to the point that he collapsed and was laid up for two days himself. We drained him dry.”

    I glanced over at Pavel, who smiled sheepishly in my direction. “That was the very least I could do!” He said. He might have thought so, but I had an overwhelming sense of gratitude toward him in that moment.

    “Even before Pavel and I agreed that we wanted to adopt you, I was going to ask if you would like to come and live with me. I told you I would look after you and I meant it. You could continue to work, if you wanted to, or not. Your choice.” Said Jonno.

    I had a lump in my throat and tear welling in the corners of my eyes. My entire life had just been stripped away from me and replaced with a new one that I didn’t recognise. These people had been so good to me, so good for me, but I was angry about my situation and I wanted to lash out. “But you took me!” I shouted, my face red. “You used me and sold me for sex! You……” I broke off, unable to finish the sentence. Having shouted and vented I realised that I didn’t mean to direct my ire at these two. And my heart wasn’t in this argument.

    Yeah, they took me. They took me from a shitty life that was about to end in drawn out death, the death that had been planned for me that night at Oleg’s party. I looked at my life now. I felt strong, comfortable in my own skin and with my sexuality in a ways I never knew was possible. I knew what I was. I had friends, people who cared and for whom I cared deeply. It was weird, but I wasn’t angry about it. I was over it. I was just stunned and angry for my parents and at the situation and…… and just because.

    Jonno sat back. He looked as though I had struck a physical blow and I already felt guilty.

    Pavel spoke. “Yes, we did that.” He said nodding slowly. “I’ll be honest, it’s the only life I know and in my arrogance I thought our carefully vetted clients would have been better than anything your ‘grandfather’ did to you. How you started……. it’s exactly how I started. We knew enough about you to think we were making the best choices for you. We felt better about our choices when very early on you seemed to have come to terms with your role. Even enjoying it, in part. And you had Jonno here under your spell. That is what first led us to think again and to change our plans.”

    “I thought you gave your boys and girls an offer up front? Why couldn’t you just ask me?” I said, more softly now. It wasn’t an accusation. I guess I was just thinking out loud.

    “Yes, we do. But most of the time it is not much of a choice. Let’s take your friend, the very loyal number twenty-two. You call him TT, correct?” I nodded. “His name is Samuel. He was badly abused by his parents from the time he was a baby. They progressed to selling him to very nasty people to fund their drug addiction. We found Samuel in an alley, barely more than a child. He was half dead, beaten, abused, and then forced to overdose. We gave him a choice. He could remain in that alley and very likely pass into the next life, leaving his pain behind. Or he could work for us and we would save him. We would protect him, feed him, keep him warm, keep him free of disease. But until his twenty-fifth birthday he would serve. After that he would be free to go, or to remain in another part of our organisation. It was a choice, but it was not a choice. You see?” Pavel shrugged.

    “With you, what choice was there? I wanted to keep you close having searched for you for so long. There was still a price on your head. Everything you knew about anything in your life was false. I believed I had nothing to offer except maybe the life I led at your age, only perhaps in a safer environment than I had for myself.” Pavel instinctively leaned forward again and rubbed at his his leg and I remembered that I had seen him do that before. He looked pained, like it ached. This life had messed him up and he knew it, but in his own twisted way, in his criminal underworld way, I could see that he had tried to do the right thing for me and was now trying to make amends for mistakes that were made along the way. As looked at him, as I thought of the first time we met when he told me his rules, a thought suddenly occurred to me and as soon as it did, I knew I was right.

    “It was you, wasn’t it?” I asked. My blue eyes locked with his.

    Pavel narrowed his eyes. I could see he understood. Something passed between us then. An understanding. His shoulders dropped, he slouched a little in his chair. “Yes, it was me.” He said. “I was the boy whose arms and legs were broken when I refused to do as I was instructed. Jonno here….. he saved me that day. As he saves me every day he is with me.” He grasped Jonno’s hand and held it tight.

    Jonno wiped his forehead with his hand. “Pavel was thrown out of home at about your age.” He said. “His father was disgusted that he and I were in a relationship. Different times. He would not tolerate it and so he disowned his son. We came to the city and made our living as best we could, mostly selling the only thing we had: ourselves.” He sighed. “We were taken in by an unscrupulous firm. Made to do things neither of us wanted. Believe me when I say, you have had it easy by comparison. Pavel was uncannily like you….. I should have recognised the similarities earlier. I can’t believe I didn’t…… But he was headstrong and used to getting his own way whereas you were used to being compliant. When he finally refused outright to perform an act, our Master had him beaten almost to death. I stole a small boat and followed them out to sea where I knew they would dump his body and more through luck than anything I found him. We made it through and we set up our own firm and we pledged to be better. We have been trying to be better ever since.” He smiled ruefully. “Not always successfully.”

    “The quest to find my nephew started then.” Said Pavel. “To begin with it was a means to gain some acceptance from my family, all of whom had given up on the boy. Then it became an obsession. I could not stomach the thought of a member of my family going through what I did, or worse, unto death.” There was a long silence. Pavel stared at the floor, remembering events long forgotten. Jonno was studying me in that way he had, trying to fathom what I was thinking.

    Despite my initial shock and anger, I had to admit that my life was immeasurably better for knowing these strange but wonderful people. I knew what they had done to me, but the truth was I just did not care any more. I hadn’t really cared for a long time. I had come to terms with everything before now and it took my pity for Pavel’s situation to remind me of that. Any anger I had left melted away like mist in the bright sunshine. I had a deep love for Master Jonno, I’d found a friend in TT, and I was hoping to get to know Craig considerably better if he was open to that idea. Even Pavel seemed like a nice guy, if troubled.

    Pavel looked up and our eyes met once more. “Can you forgive me for the wrongs we have done to you?” He said, he eyes glistening with moisture.

    My answer was immediate. “No” I said and I shook my head. Pavel looked stung, but I explained, “Because there’s nothing to forgive. You did what you do, what you know. With the very best intentions. Nothing more. And my life is so much the richer for it. Your methods might not have been the methods I would have chosen for myself….. if you had asked me, I would probably have run a mile. But you didn’t and we can’t turn back the clock. Ultimately I would not wish to be anywhere but here, now, with……. friends?” I finished, asking for validation of that statement. Where these people my friends? Once and for all I needed to know.

    Pavel grinned in a way I had never seen before. “More than friends” he said. “We’re family!”

    Jonno got up and hugged me tightly. He pulled back and looked me in the eye as he said “I told you I would always be here for you whether you wanted me or not. I said that before I knew who you were. I meant it then and I mean it now. And I’ll tell you, if I didn’t have Pavel and if I were twenty years younger…… well, I’d be giving young Craig a run for his money!” We laughed and the tension melted.

    I looked up at these two, my new family. At the mention of Craig my my chest constricted and I decided to turn my attention there, away from the emotion of this moment. “You think Craig is interested?” I asked, suddenly shy.

    Jonno laughed from his belly. “Kid, from the moment we found you Craig has not left your side. The truth is, we wouldn’t have found you without Craig. He found the men that led us to you, the first time in his life he took charge of St.John family business. We was dogged in his determination. His father is proud beyond words and credits you with the changes in his son. Believe me, that boy has deep feelings for you, that’s for sure. Your only problem is that TT is jealous…… perhaps not in that way, I think he just likes the idea of having a best friend after all these years and he doesn’t want to loose you so quickly. You and he have a lot in common.”

    I couldn’t help but grin. But I needed to know one more thing. “And…..us?” I asked. I was confused by this relationship we had and now I knew Pavel and Jonno were together I was even less clear.

    Pavel smiled at me. “Jonno and I have an…… an unconventional relationship. But we always return to each other. You may find that unconventional relationships are a feature of our business.” He winked at me. “You might even like that”.

    I blinked. It was like I was in a new world, like everything that had happened to me was designed to bring me to this point. Suddenly I was beyond happy. And I was alive. What more was there?

    “I have one final question” I said.

    “Of course…. anything” said Pavel.

    “Where the hell is Lucus. I’m starving!”

    Pavel and Jonno laughed and I joined in. It had been a day of incredible revelations but, deep down, I was truly okay for the first time in my life.

    – – – – – – – –

    I lay back in bed, the light turned right down. It had been an astonishing day and I was tired. I couldn’t sleep though. My head was spinning with all the things I had heard today and having exercised, my shoulder and my feet all had a dull background ache.

    Lucus had filled me in on a few things. I was essentially okay, but I had been near death. The stresses of my ordeal combined with serious blood loss, severe concussion, and an overdose of drugs had eventually stopped my heart. Fixing me up had been difficult work for Doctor Garcia and some of Lucas’s friends, but it was Lucas himself who had performed miracles to return to my body to almost its previous state. With one or two minor exceptions I wouldn’t be scarred for life. Not physically anyway, and I believed I was strong enough to get over it mentally with the help of new friends and family around me.

    The door opened and closed and a figure came into the room. The light was behind him, but I knew it was TT. He closed the door and stood at the end of the bed, watching to see if I was awake.

    “Hello, Samuel.” I said.

    He was momentarily surprised, then he grinned. “Found out my true identity, eh? I’ll have to murder you now and bury you in the gardens”. He dived onto the bed and crawled up to me. He planted a wet kiss on my lips and said “It’s good to have you back. For a long time there I thought your days were numbered.”

    I smiled, and he started to caress my abdomen. I sort of shied away and he pulled back. “Not ready?” He said. “That’s okay”. He seemed a little hurt, maybe.

    I took his face in my hands. “No… It’s just…… I don’t know…… Craig?”

    Craig had come to see me late in the afternoon after having helped me with my exercises. He had some tasks he had been neglecting for his father and now he knew I was okay he had to go away for a few days. He was taking his new responsibilities seriously, it seemed. He was uncharacteristically shy as he finished up what he needed to say. “Are we……. do you….. could we……. I don’t know whether you want to…… look, I’d like us to be an item” he stammered out eventually. I had grinned from ear to ear and we kissed for he longest time. It was just about the only thing that had happened today that I had no doubts about. He had almost cancelled his trip but I had sent him off. “I’m apparently not going anywhere. Go and make your father proud. I’m not going to be the reason you shirk your responsibilities five minutes after you accept them. I’ll be here when you get back” I had said.

    Samuel smiled. “Ah I see.” He said. “I already know. We spoke before his car collected him”.

    I raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” I said.

    Samuel’s smile broadened. “Yeah.” He said casually. “He’s one happy guy. Makes a change as he’s been like a bear with a sore head the whole while you have been laying here.” He made a show of thinking for a few second before correcting himself. “Well, perhaps more like a lovesick teenager”. He chuckled. “Anyway, he asked me to keep an eye on you. We discussed what keeping an eye on you means and we agreed that maybe you need to get back on the horse. I offered to keep you warm while he was gone.” Samuel was grinning now, his eyes sparkling.

    I raised both eyebrows now. What had these two cooked up? “Yeah,” he said. “I don’t want you to think I’m here because I like you. Nope. I’m here because Craig asked me to….er….. tune the engine for him”. He moved in for a kiss and this time I responded.

    “I don’t think I am going to get used to all this jumping in and out of bed with people when you’re supposed to be in a relationship” I said.

    “Well, get used to it.” He said with a smirk, the inference being that he wasn’t going anywhere. He came in for another kiss but pulled back at the last minute. “By the way, it’s Sam, not Samuel” he said “But TT is fine too. I’ve been TT for longer than anything else.”

    “I’m going to call you Sam” I sad.

    He nodded. “And do I keep calling you Blue? Or Sixteen? Or you prefer ‘boy’ maybe?” He tickled me sending me off into spasms.

    “Pavel told me my real name. My original name. I think I’d like to use that. It’s the only thing about my life that is….was….real.” I said. “It’s Jaimie.”

    “I like that,” Sam said. “But I’m going to cal you Jay. That suits you.” I smiled. I liked the sound of that.

    “Nice to meet you, Jay” Sam said. He shook my hand, totally serious. “I’d like to be friends. I just want you to know that.”

    “Me too.” I said, grinning. I let a warm glow wash over me before returning to more mundane matters. “Anyway, how is it you’re not working? Has everything closed down?”

    Sam paused before he answered. I guess he was wondering whether he should say anything. He decided to be honest and I was pleased about that. “A few of us watched the tapes of what they did to you.” He said. I went red, embarrassed and a little shocked. He quickly continued. “It wasn’t supposed to be a viewing. The boss and Jonno watched with Lucas to make sure they knew what injuries you might have. I kinda snuck in…….with Craig”.

    I gasped. Craig had seen?

    “Don’t worry, it just made him all the more teary-eyed about you. Took a while to console him actually. Jonno, though….. he went….. I don’t know how to describe it. He went loopy. That man needs therapy. He smashed up some very expensive furniture and went for a very long walk. He was inconsolable and when he came back I thought he and Pavel were going to come to blows. Pavel was…..weird. Went into a strange mood. Kind of reflective, you know? To cut a long story short Jonno made it clear that all red activity was banned. He said he’d personally hunt down any client who harmed one of us and kill them with his bare hands. He told Pavel that if didn’t act immediately, Jonno would. Pavel agreed and they got word out. Jonno promised me a silver job, but Pavel said I can either walk away or stick around as a silver” he said, a huge grin on his face.

    “You’re not worried are you? You know we’ll stick together no matter what, right?”

    “It’s ok. I’m going to stick around for a while anyway. But I’m going to need someone to show me how to fuck like a normal boy, without being beaten all the time. I have only done that with you and those people at the party…. well, and Jonno…… And Eighteen of course…… And I tried out Craig while you were unconscious. Caught him off guard. Don’t look at me like that! Oh and I’m on a retainer with Lucus. I agreed it with him and Pavel as a thank-you. I like him a lot.” He grinned again and chuckled to himself. “You know any hot pieces of ass who might be gentle with me while I learn?” He asked. He tilted his head to one side and batted his eyelashes at me.

    Suddenly I wasn’t tired. I laughed loudly. “Sounds like you’ve had quite enough practice with half the city, including with my boyfriend!” I said, but somehow I wasn’t in the least bit jealous. “It’s going to be hard for you to find someone who has such low standards” I said through my smile. “What you need is a pretty young thing who has been confined to his sick bed. Someone who can’t just up and run away.”

    He laughed, called me a rude name, and kissed me deeply.

    “Go easy on me” I said softly. “I really do want to know if everything works….. but just….. be gentle.”

    Sam kissed my neck softly, his hand caressing my abdomen. I felt myself responding and it with an immense sense of relief that I was hard and ready by the time Sam was there with his tongue. He licked me all over down there, sucking my balls, lick the shaft, and then engulfing the head of my cock with his soft mouth. He gave excellent blowjobs and tonight was no exception.

    I got real horny real quickly and I had to pull him off before so that I didn’t come too quickly. He responded by pushing me onto my side and pushing my legs up. He placed his face as my entrance and proceeded to lick my hole in long, wet, hot strokes. I moaned. The softness and gentle nature of Sam was in stark contrast to his previous Red status and the abuses I had suffered at Oleg’s hands.

    As Sam rimmed me with his wet tongue, he slowly inserted his index finger and carefully, sensuously, he stretched me. One finger led to two, which led to one from each hand. He pulled me open with both hands and he drove his tongue inside me. It was blissful.

    “Fuck me Sam” I said. “I need you inside me!” I was ready. I was desperate for a loving cock inside me.

    He got on his knees and wet the end of his cock. He placed his hands on my hips as I lay on my side and he slid himself inside me. I let out a deep breath and relaxed. It felt great.

    We made love slowly and passionately, with Sam taking special care to go easy on me. He leaned over me and we kissed a lot as he fucked into me. It was a gentle, loving, slow fuck. He grasped my cock, pulling it down between my legs and playing with my foreskin and head.

    I finished first, pumping my cum over Sam’s hand. As he finished inside me I was relieved beyond words. Everything worked. Nothing felt wrong. In fact, everything felt incredibly right.

    Sam got behind me where I lay and held me tight, snuggling into me, his breath on my neck and his warm body pressed against mine. Neither of could bothered to get cleaned up. We fell asleep like that. It was a deep sleep and I was not troubled by dreams or doubts for the first time in my life.

    – – – – – – – – – – –

    The next day Sam got up and left to meet Lucus bright and early. I remained in bed and got up much later. Jonno came in as I was getting dressed. He actually blushed and apologised, which made me laugh. He went to leave and I called him back.

    “Jonno, you used to barge into my room any time you wanted and for weeks you didn’t allow me to wear clothes. We’ve fucked. A lot. I think we’re beyond you getting embarrassed if you come in my room to find me half naked!” I was standing beside a pile of clothes trying to decide what to wear. I had selected some pretty sweet underwear – some snug powder blue briefs – but I was standing around in them being indecisive.

    He turned back. I went to him and threw my arms around him. He hugged me tightly, like I might disappear if he stopped. Eventually he pushed me away. “Let me look at you” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

    He cupped my face with his hand, turning me this way and that. He traced his fingers over the scar under my eye, across the mark on my shoulder and down my body to a sensitive spot at my side. He gently turned me so he could run his warm, rough hands over my back, looking and feeling for any residual marks. Without being prompted I pushed the elastic waistband of my underwear down and let the briefs fall around my ankles so that he could work his way down to my bottom and legs without interruption. There was something about being handled and examined this way by this man that made my knees quiver. I was already getting hard. His palms were on my buttocks now, gently caressing and just slightly pulling them apart to get the best look at my anus. His fingers touched my inner thighs, my legs, down to the backs of my knees. God, this man’s touch gave me a thrill!

    He turned me, stood slowly, ran his hands back up the front of me. He touched my scrotum, my hard penis, my stomach. He seemed to completely ignore my erection. I had goosebumps. Finally he was standing again, looking down into my blue eyes. He took me in his arms and kissed my deeply. Suddenly he slapped my bottom and laughed. “You’ll do” he said with a broad grin.

    “Is Master satisfied with his purchase?” I asked innocently. “Master must be gentle with me. I’m only little.” I batted my eyelashes at him and he groaned and looked away.

    “What’s that for?” I asked.

    “I came in here to see you, to make sure you were okay. Seeing you standing there in those cute little panties….. well, I wanted to see what’s left of the mess we found you in. But I can’t……”

    “Hey, why not?” I asked. I felt a bit foolish standing here with a raging hardon.

    “You still need time to recover” he said. I was about to protest but he interrupted. “You and Sam fooling around is one thing. I’m…… well, a lot bigger than he is. I’m not risking hurting you. Not yet, anyway. There will be plenty of time for us to play master and servant.” He grinned and I did too. I reluctantly pulled my underwear back up.

    “You’re a tease” I said to him. He grabbed me and kissed me again, sliding his hands down the back of my briefs to squeeze my bottom.

    “Takes one to know one” he said. “I can’t believe how good you look. Lucus and his friends have done amazing work.”

    I went to stand in front of a very large full length mirror. There were only two outward signs of what I had been through: the blemish on my arm by my shoulder where I had been branded and a tiny scar under my eye. I traced my fingers over them.

    “The wound on your arm…. Lucus said he can remove the scar if you like, but he couldn’t do that already because it needed to heal. The brand damaged the flesh, so that one was tricky. He removed the brand mark though, so if you decide to leave things be it passes for a birthmark.” Jonno said. He came over to me, to stand behind me.

    “There are still some light marks here on your back and the backs on your legs if you look really carefully. Probably the soles of you feet, too. And I can just make out the scar here where the bottle went in…..” he touched my side, which was sensitive. I suddenly remembered being stabbed with the broken bottle. I had forgotten. I guess I was quite far gone by that point. “They are fading and they will eventually be gone completely” he said. “That area on you side will be sensitive for a while. It was a bad wound.”

    I touched the scar under my eye again. “Lucus can remove that too, if you want,” Jonno said. “But I had him leave it for two very important reasons.”

    I turned to face him. “Why?” I asked. I was curious. It didn’t matter to me, but Jonno had that mysterious tone in his voice that always made me want to know more.

    “Well……” he started. “The first and most important reason is to remind you. It’s a little thing, but it grounds you to who you are and how you got here. You might disagree of course, but I felt….. well, knowing you a little, I felt you would want that.” I smiled. He did know me. He was right, it was a reminder. Not just of the bad stuff, but it was a symbol of my journey. I had already decided to leave it; it was a tiny mark anyway.

    “And the second reason?” I asked through my smile.

    “That one was more selfish I’m afraid.” He said, now grinning down at me. I raised an eyebrow, curious.

    “Ok….. it’s just you look super hot with a little scar under your eye…..” he said.

    I burst out laughing. “Always the slave master!” I quipped. He grabbed me again and hugged me.

    “Come on, get dressed. We’ll go see the sights. You could use some fresh air. And the smell of glorious freedom.” He laughed.

    “See the sights?” I said and I pulled a face. We didn’t live in a bad city, but it was no picture postcard.

    Jonno raised his eyebrows in realisation of something. “Ah, we may not have mentioned with everything else that went on yesterday!” He said. I was confused. “We’re in Switzerland, kiddo!” He said. “We flew here on Lucus’ private plane. This is his home and where some of the best doctors in the world practice. He wanted you here so he could oversee getting you better.”

    My mouth hung open. “Switzerland?” I said, amazed. “My god, Jonno, you’re full of surprises!”

    “Well, get moving then!” He said, ushering me along. “I’ll help you choose something that suits the weather. It’s early summer of course, and the weather right now is terrific. But if we go into the mountains you’ll need something warmer. Lucus says you need plenty of rest and plenty of exercise in good measure.“

    “Mas…..” I said, slipping into my old habits. I sniggered. “Ok, Jonno…..” I corrected myself. “What happens next? I mean, I get well, we go back home…… but then what? I’m so happy right now and I don’t want to spoil that, but I’ve no home, no job, I guess school thinks I have quit by now and…… what happens next?”

    Master smiled. It was one his ‘I know something you don’t know’ kinds of smiles. I found it both infuriating and comical at the same time.

    “Ok, out with it – all of it – or I’m going back to bed and I’ll never speak to you again!”

    He grabbed me again, kissed me, toyed with me underneath the fabric of my briefs. “Fuck me” he said. “When you get that little frown on your forehead and your eyebrows meet in the middle and you’re all cross, you make me want to bend you over and spank that bottom so hard!” He kissed me properly this time. “Stop trying to turn me on. I will not sleep with you today!” I laughed out loud. The truth was, I’d have let this big man spank me and then fuck me as much as he wanted, but I knew by the look on his face that if I pushed him too far, too quickly, he’d simply take himself out of temptation’s way.

    “Tell me then. Or I’ll tie you down and lap dance for you. When they come to fetch you away to the lunatic asylum the only word you’ll be able to say will be ‘bottom’” I grabbed his crotch and winked at him.

    “I’m serious, if circumstances were different, Craig would mysteriously disappear and you and I would run away together” he said, chuckling away to himself. “Especially as you’re rich!”

    I looked up sharply. “I’m what……?”

    He grabbed some clothes and threw them at me then went to sit in one of the comfortable armchairs. “Get dressed my slutty little toy boy” he said. “I’ll fill you in as you go.”

    I began to hold up the clothes he’d selected to review his choices, and Jonno started to talk. “First thing is, Pavel and Arina have located the funds that were set aside for the murder of you and your brother. They have taken them and set up a fund for you. Pavel has added everything that you made for the organisation – every penny. So, I wouldn’t worry about cash for the next….. well, the next few lifetimes.”

    My eyes went wide. “For real?” I said.

    “Yep.” He answered. “Of course, you’re also part of Pavel’s family and Arina wants to meet you properly. She’s the new head of the family. That means you really won’t want for anything ever again, so you’ll probably never spend any of your own money anyway. And then there’s Craig…..”

    “What about Craig?” I said. Every mention of him made me paranoid that I’d lose him somewhere along the way and every time I thought about his my chest got tight.

    “If you two settle down, and believe me when I tell you that Craig has plans for you two to settle down, there’s another fortune to keep you in the manner to which I am sure you will become accustomed.” He wrinkled his nose and pulled a face. “In the end, you’ll just be some self-righteous rich kid. Disgusting!” We both laughed. “But seriously kiddo, there’s a lot of money behind you. Full disclosure? There’s a board meeting later this evening, to which you are invited. Pavel and Arina have a surprise or two in store for you, but I am not crossing her again so you’ll have to wait to hear about that.”

    “Again?” I said.

    “When we were kids Pavel and I were friends and secret lovers. Arina, who is only a couple of years older than Pavel, fancied me. We had a few…… fun times together. When I ran off with Pavel she was quite annoyed, to say the least. It’s part of the reason the family turned against us. Equally, me trying hard to get back in her good books was part of the reason they patched things up.”

    “Ahh” I said. “The classic love triangle” I said with a grin. “So you’re saying you led her on to satisfy that huge thing between your legs, then dumped her for her brother?”

    Jonno was about to protest but he chuckled and just said “Mmmmm….. yes.”

    He cocked his head to one side. “Listen, Jaimie” he said. I think it was the first time he used my name and it sent an incredible thrill up my back. “The world is your oyster. You can do what you want. You can work, or not. You have absolutely nothing to worry about and whatever you decide to do, there are people around you who love you and who will be there for you. We’re not going anywhere.”

    I got a lump in my throat and I could feel my eyes welling up. It annoyed the hell out of me, but I couldn’t stop it. “Love me…..?” I said, almost a whisper.

    “Craig is in love with you, have no doubt about that,” he said. “Sam loves you too. If he tells me again that you two are best friends I’ll take him hiking and push him off a mountain.” He grinned. “And I love you dearly. You’ve totally ruined me. My image as the tough guy of this organisation is shot!”

    I laughed and cried at the same time.

    “Pavel and Arina don’t know you well enough, but they’re your family and they will. And you’re so like them. You’re like your mother, actually. They will grow to love you. Honestly? Just about everyone you meet is on your side.”

    I rushed to him and hugged him, tears of joy streaming down my face. A short lifetime of built-up worries about my future just dissolved away into nothing. I didn’t need to be wealthy, I just wanted good people around me and to know my future was secure. I hadn’t realised how much I had pushed my worries about my future to one side. The relief was like some incredible weight had been lifted and all of a sudden I felt like I could do anything.

    He hugged me close and I think he even shed a tear or two. Not that he would ever admit that.

    As all of my concerns faded away, I was left hugging this guy who had saved me, who had lost his temper and raged to find me again. I felt incredibly horny suddenly. I remembered the sex between us. I wanted to thank him. More than that, I needed him. I put my mouth to his ear and said “if you don’t fuck me right here, right now, I’ll never let you touch me again” he pulled back and started to protest. He tried to get up in a half-hearted way, but I was on top of him on the armchair and I wasn’t moving.

    “I think I know what I can take and what I can’t” I said. “So you just sit right there while I practice my riding skills.”

    I unfastened his trousers and freed his cock, which was getting harder and harder by the second. I had forgotten how big he was. Somewhere in the background he was still telling me that he dare not, but I had tuned him out. I felt fully in charge for the first time in my life.

    I could’t wait. This was no time for foreplay. I pulled my briefs down just enough and I spat on my hand and rubbed the saliva into my ass crack. I got up on top of him. I straddled the armchair on my knees and brought myself down onto him. I wasn’t stretched out or used, but that was okay. I wanted to feel this. His head very slowly parted me as I bore down on him, desperate for him to be inside me. My anus stung a little, out of practice at opening so wide. I shifted my weight and wiggled my hips and his head popped in. Jonno was almost cross-eyed as his cock slid deep into my rectum and I let out a moan of sheer delight

    “My god, is it possible you’re even tighter?” Jonno asked.

    I giggled as I sank down on him, taking him all the way inside me. He flexed, pushing up to meet me. I was full in the most sensational way, his cock throbbing inside me. I had forgotten how big he felt when he was engorged like this. We kissed, his hands cupping my face and our tongues entwined the whole time. I rode him, getting faster and going deeper until he was right on the ragged edge. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear “Please Master Johns. Please finish inside me.”

    He groaned as he lost all control. He shot into me. He kissed me deeply. He squeezed my bottom and he moaned. It was completely glorious and I loved every second.

    As he finished and began to recover, he sat back in the armchair. “You….. you’re such a naughty boy” he said, breathless.

    I sniggered. “I am the product of my training, Master” I said as I wiggled off of him. He threw me a smile and I kissed his forehead. “Thank you for that. I needed it. I needed to know I could still make the great Master Jonno lose it.”

    “Well, let there be no doubt” he chuckled. “You’ve still got it, Super Sweet Sixteen!”

    “Now I need to get clean again. Then we go out. Fresh air sounds good.” And I went to grab a quick second shower while Jonno sorted himself out. I paused in the doorway to my en suite bathroom and I stuck my bottom out, my hole pink and stretched and feeling hot. “If only there was someone who could scrub my back….” I said and I stepped into the shower.

    Two minutes in, the shower door slid open. Jonno stepped into the flow of hot water, naked, closing the door behind him. “Screw it” he said. “I believe that Switzerland has fresh air in the afternoons, too” and he lifted me, his meaty hands grasping my bottom. I wrapped my legs around his body and he wrapped his arms around mine and he thrust his tongue into my mouth.

    “I think you need another lesson from your old Master” he said through urgent kissing and touching as the hot water made my skin pink.

    Who was I to argue? I thought. After all, I was a tame sex slave. 

    To be continued…..


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  • Devin

    Spoil Devin Day

    I decided the next time I saw Devin, it would be ‘spoil Devin Day’ , why, just because I wanted to and I could. I made a quilt top that he really liked and I finished it off for him with a color that he wanted. With some of the left over fabric and batting, I made some coasters. I made some forms he would need for work and bout him a few other things.

    We decided we’d meet on Saturday and I bring these things over to him.

    ‘Hey there, how ya doing Mike?’

    ‘I’m doing great now. Oh and by the way, before we start working on things, it’s ‘spoil Devin day ‘ I told him.

    ‘Why spoil me ? I don’t need to be spoiled ‘

    ‘Oh silly man, yes you do, because I said so. Let go up stairs.’

    We went upstairs with me watching his ass in his work pants. Damn what a view.

    ‘ so here’s my plan, before we start working, I’m spoiling you with a few things. ‘

    I took them out one by one. Some things were obvious and others, like the forms, I explained how to use them.

    ‘Now, for the real spoiling, take off your shirt and pants, I’m going to give you one of my not famous massages, from head to toe.’

    ‘I’m good, I don’t need a massage ‘

    ‘Have you ever had one ?’

    ‘Nope, never thought about them.’

    ‘Well, take off the boots, pants and shirt.’

    ‘Um,I’m going commando ….’

    ‘Even better, it’ll make things easier for me. NOW STRIP !!’

    He took off his clothes looked at me a bit embarrassed.

    ‘I’m not gonna hurt you, trust me. Lay down on your chest and let me do my magic. ‘

    Once he laid down I took off my shorts to make life easier for me.

    I basically sat on his ass and started massaging his neck to get him to relax a bit faster knowing that’s a spot that is the most tense and worked down to his shoulders which were pretty damn tight. Once they were a little loose, I worked back to his neck and then massaged his scalp and then slowly worked down his body. Man does this guy have a hot body, Slim and muscular , just what I like on some guys. Then I had to make a decision when I got to his perfect ass. Massage his ass first, then eat his ass or the other way round. I thought a massage then tease his hole, then dive in to eat his tight hole, would be better. I kneaded his firm ass muscles, getting him relaxed as much as possible. Then I slowly traced my finger along his crack, no resistance or comments. Then I did it again, going deeper, nothing from him. Then I did it again, going deep enough to tap his virgin hole, nothing. So I scooted down even more and kissed the top of his crack ‘Mmmmmm’ . That was the green light for me. I slowly spread his cheeks and saw his tight little pink hole. I kissed his cheeks and I went deeper and lightly tapped his hole with my tongue. No sounds from him. Then I just started licking and sucking on his hole, then I slowly stuck my tongue into his hole, fucking him with my tongue.

    ‘Oh fuck, what are you doing back there?’

    ‘Eating your ass or it’s called a rim job. I have to say, your ass is delicious.’

    ‘Yeah, well I like it, I’ll give you an hour to stop doin that’

    I didn’t answer, I just dove back in. Licking, sucking and fucking his hole, until my jaw and tongue muscles ached. I left this hole sloppy went for my future torture. I massaged his legs, loving the feel of his hairy muscled legs. When I got to his feet, I was in love. The perfect feet. I massaged his heels, the tops of his feet, the bottoms of his feet and I could resist sucking on each toe as if it was a cock. All he could do was moan and groan.

    ‘Okay, flip over, time for the front side.’ I told him.

    He didn’t question or say anything, he just flipped over. He looked so relaxed. I slid up his body and massaged his temples and around his beautiful face. I made my slowly down his body.

    ‘Is it a problem that my cock is rock hard ?’ He asked me.

    ‘Not at all, it’s a normal reaction and I’ll take care of that too.’ I told him.

    As my hands went over his pecs, my fingers naturally pinched his small nips and made them harder. I sat on his hard uncut cock, not moving, feeling the pressure on my groin. I started massaging his shoulders, then his pecs and of course more nipple pinching. Meanwhile, he’s oozing precum. I could feel the moisture between us. As I massaged, I moved my hips back and forth, feeling his cock skin, moving up and down how cock. I can only imagine that his foreskin was rolling back and forth over the head causing pure pleasure for him. I moved forward a bit and reached around and grabbed his cock and raised it straight up. Then I moved back so his cock was in my ass crack. Feeling where is cock was telling me how deep how cock would go and it was gonna be deep inside me.

    I kept massaging lower and lower. With all the touching and rubbing of his body, we were both getting turned on and wanting more. I felt his cock pumping more precum and I knew he wanted to get off bad, at least his cock wanted to. I rode my ass up and down, massaging his cock, getting more natural lube sliding down my crack to my anxious hole. More sliding up and down, then I went all the way up and felt the tip of his cock at my hole, I wanted to just ram down on him, but knowing he’d never fucked anyone’s ass before, I just teased him more. More lube was oozing out onto my hole. I just hovered there and then he slowly moved his hips up , the tip of his cock slowly entering my ass.

    ‘ya sure you want to do this, once you go gay, you never stray away’ I asked him.

    He didn’t say anything, he just thrust his cock head into my hole. Feeling his thick cock inside me felt so damn good. I slid down a little more and he pushed in. Back and forth, inch by inch, until I felt his bush on my stretched-out hole. Fuck it felt so good to be full of his cock. I pulled myself off his cock, turned around and sat back down on his cock and laid backwards on him, rolling us over.

    He slowly pulled his cock out and sank back in. Him having his foreskin eliminated the friction that cut guys give your ass. He went in and out a few times to get a good feel for fucking an ass for the first time and then he really started pounding me good. Long deep thrusts, short thrusts, teasing my prostrate. From us talking before, I know he always had to wear a rubbers when fucking his girlfriends, never had a chance to go bare, so I knew he wouldn’t last too much longer.

    ‘hows it feel to fuck a nice tight was bare, with no rubber to block half the sensations?’

    ‘ugh, holy fuck, trying…… not …… to …….cum …….too fast.’ he said in between breaths.

    ‘just let it go, don’t worry about coming too soon, just focus on the feeling your cock is going thru. If you cum, you cum. Just relax and go with the flow.’ I told him.

    And he did just that. he pounded me good and then he was pounding me fast and hard and then suddenly, rammed his cock just a little deeper and I could feel his cum blasting thru my worn-out hole.

    He laid down on my back, panting, catching his breath. After a few minutes he was relaxed and wasn’t breathing like he ran a marathon.

    ‘well, what do you think ?’

    ‘well, I’ve never felt anything like that before. That doesn’t even compare to blow jobs. With your skills, I may never fuck a woman again. and being able to go without a rubber, the sensations in my cock was off the charts.’

    ‘so ya think we can do this regularly?’

    ‘ya, I think so and don’t you dare try to get away from me for this. one day, maybe one day, I want to try getting fucked and for sure sucking, but I’m good with just letting you spoil me and with out the gifts please.’

    ‘ok, deal.’

  • End of Baseball Season

    An older story of mine but hopefully it holds up.

    Damn, was I one horny jock!

    For the last couple of months, during the season, Coach had told us to stay celibate. Said getting our rocks off would drain our energy and hurt our performance. So for the past two months, nothing for this twenty year old athlete: no pussy, no blowjobs, no assfucking, no men, no women, no jerking off either. True, my hormones wouldn’t quite abide and I had a number of mornings when I’d wake up lying in sheet soaked full of jism from dreams I couldn’t remember. But I did as Coach instructed. Maybe it was psychological, but my performance on the field was better. We even ended the season with a number of wins, including the last game.

    It felt good, real good, to be closing out the season with a win, but what I was really looking forward to was a good lay. The other fellows on the team were the same way – any other time we would have just whipped out our cocks in the shower for a nice, slow circle jerk, but after putting it off so long, our natural response was oddly enough to wait, to put off shooting our stored up loads when we had a hot chick riding our cocks.

    I knew my plan of action. I was going to the biggest and most-packed meat market among the bars near campus, the one that had the biggest reputation for easy and horny women looking for jock dick. So I showered up to get ready, and afterward paused in front of the mirror to take a look at myself. My dick throbbed in utter horniness. I don’t know when I’d seen it so long and thick and erect. I don’t have a really long cock, but it’s pretty thick, and gets the job done.

    As I toweled off I couldn’t help but remark how in shape my body was. I hadn’t really taken a look all season, but my workout schedule and playing had combined to tone and build both my upper and lower body, and I had shed some of the extra pounds that had accumulated around my waist off season. Fuck, I looked hot, and I was proud. Big, meaty pecs, biceps that balled into cords of powerful muscle, my abs not perfectly ripped but definitely rockhard. And a nice, high and round butt and a set of thick, muscular quads.

    I pulled on a snug ringer T shirt that clinged to my muscles and stretched tight across my meaty lats. I didn’t bother with underwear, I wanted my dick riding loose and free, so I just slipped on a pair of shorts. I put on some running shoes and a baseball cap and I was ready: a hardbodied horny jock on the prowl for cunt.

    The place was packed with hot women and truth be told with some pretty hot guys, too. Unfortunately, two months is a long time, and I found I’d lost my touch hitting on women. I sat at the bar and tried to strike up conversation with each pretty sorority girl that came up. Some laughed gracefully at my advances then fled as soon as they got their drink. Most snubbed me by turning the other way or walking over to a different part of the bar. I was feeling less and less like a jock stud and more and more like a loser. Particularly since another guy at the bar kept smirking and laughing whenever I’d get shot down.

    Finally, this guy leans over to me and says, “Sorry, bud, I don’t mean to laugh at your expense. It’s just that I’ve been having the same kind of luck tonight.”

    I looked up at him. Blue eyes and a boy-next-door smile with perfect white teeth greeted me. His face was pure jock masculinity, including the short blonde hair and the square jaw line. This fucker was big – at least 6’4″, which was a good three inches on me, and really muscular. He wore a gray practice T-shirt with the football team’s name in pale maroon letters on the right chest. His jeans were filled with big, muscular legs and an ass to die for. I couldn’t believe this hunk was having any troubles chatting up the women.

    “Really?” I said.

    “Yeah. Some nights are like that. The cunts just aren’t horny as usual.”

    “Maybe,” I added, “but I’m sure horny. Haven’t had a lay in months.” I told him about Coach’s no-sex policy. He laughed and said his coach had similar notions, none of which he paid attention to.

    “Damn, my dick has a mind of its own. Couldn’t keep it out of trouble if I wanted to.”

    “Do you want to?” I asked.

    “Hell no,” he laughed and clicked our beer bottles together before drinking the last of his. “Let me get you another beer,” he said. He motioned to the bartender who apparently was a friend of his. Two beers were coming our way in short order.

    “Name’s Cliff,” he said as he gave me mine.

    “John,” I replied. “You on the football team?” I asked, nodding to his practice shirt.

    “Yep. Second-string quarterback. Didn’t seen too much play this season though.”

    Conversation came easily and I felt at ease around Cliff. At one point our eyes locked and I recognized the look. It was not one of male camaraderie. It was a “I want to fuck you tonight” look. I’d been with enough guys to recognize it.

    “Can I ask you a question?” he said.

    “What, bud?”

    “Is it true that all the guys on the baseball team have the hots for us football guys?”

    “You wish” I replied by instinct. This was the kind of banter I had all the time with my drinking buddies, whether supposedly 100% straight or the real thing.

    “Hell, a couple of guys on the team have gone to every home baseball game this season. I’ve gone with them a few times.”

    “No shit?” I said. The baseball team at my school never drew much of a crowd, unlike the football games. So frankly I was surprised to hear from anyone who’d actually attended one of our games, much less a football jock. See, football is practically a religion on campus, and its players have a reputation for inflated egos.

    “Yeah, you guys are really good this year. And I’m not just saying that. I used to play baseball in high school, so I know good playing when I see it. “

    “Thanks man,” I say.

    “Plus…” and he paused and lowered his voice so only I could hear. “I think some of the baseball jocks are the hottest guys around.”

    By now he was leaning his perfect bod close against mine, his tongue practically in my ear as his big quarterback hand reached down to squeeze the hardening cock trapped in my shorts. “What do you say, bud? I can feel that big load you’ve been saving up. I’d love to fuck that load clean outta your balls. Drain those nuts good.”

    I was like a deer caught in the headlights. Nervously I looked away and watched the bar back putting away clean glasses; even he occasionally would look over at me with a suspicious look, aware that something was going on. I felt my face blush. All I could think about was this hunky quarterback’s hand. And his deep voice whispering low into my ear. That hand massaging my crotch felt so good. All the weeks of my self-imposed celibacy stirred in my loins and my cock grew rigid within seconds.

    “Yeah…” the football jock murmured, “You’re primed and ready. What do you say we get outta this place, bud?”

    I finally had the courage to look up into his face. Shining green eyes pierced right into my soul. They knew I needed it. I’d gone to the bar for pussy, but now that I met the hottest hunk I’d ever laid eyes on, a hunk eager to ball me, hell, I knew this was how I was going to get my nut off tonight. I stopped fighting it and smiled back at him.

    “Sure,” I said. “Your place OK?”

    ******

    We went to his place. I couldn’t get over how hot Cliff looked. His broad, powerful back filled his snug T-shirt and his jeans were filled with a bubble butt I would kill for. And from behind I could admire the bulk of his massive triceps. I followed him to his kitchen where he pulled out two bottles of beer from the fridge. He handed me one.

    “To end of season,” he toasted and clacked the neck of his bottle against of mine.

    “To end of season!” I repeated, never more sincere in a toast. We drew a couple of sips, just looking at each other in silence, when this guy wrapped his massive left arm around my back and pulled our bodies together. Our lips mashed together and our tongues battled for supremacy. I felt his left hand circle back around to the front of my body and cup my hardened cock in my shorts. He was driving me wild, and I grabbed his taut ass cheeks and ground my crotch into his strong hand while I held on to him and met his kiss with fevered intensity.

    After a few minutes, he pulled back, smiling and looking at me with lust-ridden focus. “Shit,” he murmured, “I knew you’d be a hot one.” Quickly, he pulled off his shirt, revealing a perfect, huge chest. His pec muscles bulged out in round, firm mounds of power, tipped with red-pink nipples and coated with a thick coat of blonde hair. His abs rippled down to the crotch of his jeans and, on the sides, met a set of striated obliques. His hand grabbed my crotch and squeezed my nutsac gently. Even through the material, I could feel as his fingers caressed my swollen nuts.

    “Mmmh…,” he murmured, “bet these boys have a nice, big load of jocksperm stored up.” As his hand continued fondling my excited crotch, I kneaded the bulging muscle in his upper arms and shoulder and began licking the salty skin of his knotted, sinewy muscleneck.

    My hand grasped his exposed lats flaring the length of his back as his hand grabbed my head and pushed it straight into his chest. Instinctively, my tongue began lapping at the soft fur and the steel-hard muscle beneath. Searching around, I found an erect nipple and began my attack on it, sucking, licking, and biting frenetically as this stud showed his appreciation by rubbing my hair and holding my head tight against his firm bod.

    His torso rippled and flexed as his arms reached down to unbuckle his belt, then undo the button and zipper of his jeans. I was tasting the most perfect freshly-washed jock skin with a hint of masculine aroma. The blonde hairs tickled my tongue as I explored the vast expanse of his heaving chest.

    “Yeah, bud, that’s it…” he encouraged as his prick plopped out of his jeans. It didn’t yet touch me, but I could feel its heat and power radiating in front of me.

    Harder and more fervently I licked, gnawed and sucked at that perfect male skin that stretched tight over every inch of his football-hardened torso. I particularly loved sucking the downy blonde hairs on his massive chest, feeling his sticky-warm cockhead trace an outline on my own chest muscles.

    After I had explored every crevice with my eager tongue and coated his pelt with my spit, Cliff pulled my face off him and looked into my eyes. Our lips pressed forward, meeting and parting as our tongues prepared to duel and our saliva mingled. I now stood up fully grabbing the back of his head with my hand and running my hand through his soft blonde hair while we sucked face.

    I took the chance to undo my shorts and let them drop to my ankles. My dick was free at last. It sprang up hard as fuck and already sopping wet from my nonstop leaking since the bar. Our bodies met again and the feel of one stud muscles against the other was incredible.

    “Goddamn,” he laughed while our mouths met repeated for deep, soulful kisses, “you have the wettest fucking cock… So hot… I love it when a stud gets all wet thinking about getting screwed right by a football jock…”

    Our cocks ground together as our pelvises went into autopilot. I felt the magnificent heat from his tool and relished the firm thickness of it pressed against my overheated, drooling shaft. I looked directly into his eyes as we kiss and felt a spark of electricity shoot through me and right into my cock, which I could feel contract and spurt out another spritz of precum.

    “Shit, I can feel your dick drooling all over my cock,” he muttered, “… two months, huh?” He laughed again, cut off only by my probing tongue and hard kiss.

    Then I broke our kiss and looked down. Goddamn I was stunned.

    That cock. The fucker had to be at least nine inches. And it was the perfect shape, too. Nice, long and round all the way up til its head flared slightly. One perfect piece of proportioned jock meat.

    And hard as a crowbar. Instinctively I grabbed it. It was still poker-hot and now more than a little slick from my dick dribble. I massaged the clear liquid into the skin and admired the wonderful length of his meat. Starting a smooth stroke rhythm I bent down. The staff stood proudly and pointed straight to my face. I stared at the piss-slit, which was beginning to bead with moisture, as I bent my knees and hunched down.

    Cliff’s firm hand clasped my shoulder muscles as he encouraged me with his words, half whispered, half growled. “That’s it, John, suck that baby.” Stroking his cock, I first attacked his round nuts, coated with that beautiful blonde fur. The skin of his scrotum immediately tightened drawing his large testicles to his crotch as I licked and soaked them with saliva. I removed my tongue and a bead of warm spit collected at the bottom of one of his large, round orbs and dripped on to the floor.

    Suddenly, I felt his hand guide my head back as his other positioned his cock right at my wet mouth. “Open up, buddy,” Cliff said as I parted my lips and the thick scepter pushed in and filled my oral cavity. “Yeah, wrap those cocksucking lips around my tool. Show me how you baseball studs suck dick.” I didn’t really need any encouragement. My mouth salivated all around his pistoning rod. While he began a deep, inward thrust, I stuck my tongue out as far as I could to taste the cockflesh before it entered my mouth. The effect was to open up my throat more, to allow his bone to plow deeper into my gullet.

    Methodically, the football hunk fucked my face. And I loved it. My cock was twitching in excitement by the time he pulled out his spit-covered prick, which waved enticingly in front of my face. I looked up and saw a perfect body towering above me. That chest bulged out above the taut stomach, and the view was rounded out by his big jock dick.

    I dove back onto his meat and began sucking and bobbing my head. He breathed out as if he’d been holding his breath the last minute. “Ooh, that’s it, stud. Take all my fucking meat.” I licked up and down his shaft, gathering every drop of extra spit and precum that I could before working my way back to the top and diving down on his monster prick. His filthy talk just urged me on more, opening up my throat to take in inch after inch of his throbbing, hard football-player meat.

    Once again, he grabbed my head and held it still while pumped his hips, ramming his hard cock deep into my gullet and pressing his blonde pubes into my face. His hands partially covered my ears, so I could barely make out his words. “Yeah, boy, suck me. This is what I wanted at that bar. When I looked over and saw your stud face looking over at me. Wanted to unzip and pull out my big hardon and screw that hot fuckable mouth of yours, fuck it good and hard. “

    Finally he pulled out. His spit-slick cock quivered as he caught his breath and looked down at me, my mouth open and chin dripping in saliva. With his right hand, he reached down and grabbed his massive dick and slapped my face with it. Over and over, first left cheek and right cheek, he dick-slapped me, coating my face with the wet juices that clung to his cock. “God, Cliff…” I moaned, then began my oral assault on his weapon once more. Fuck, I wanted his juice more than anything and knew I’d shoot my own load in the process.

    Only Cliff grabbed me and stopped me, extracting his cock from my hungry mouth. “Shit, stud, you’re too good. I gotta take a break or I’ll shoot.” His hand circled around his cock, less to stroke it than to protect it from my oral advances.

    Greedily, I kept lapping away, sucking his thick fingers and licking the tightened flesh of his scrotum. “Yeah?” I asked. “What’s wrong with that?” I was really hot now.

    Cliff laughed and with a simple gesture both tousled my hair and pushed me gently away from his crotch. “Don’t think I don’t wanna shoot right now. You’re a damn good cocksucker, John. But I think we’ll both be glad if we take a rest, cool down a bit. Besides, you’re the one who hasn’t had his nut in weeks. Tonight’s gonna be all about getting you off like you’ve never gotten off before.”

    “Yeah?” I shot back, slowly standing to my feet. My dick stuck out obscenely, aching and wet with desire. I planted my wet cocksucking lips right on Cliff’s hot mouth. We ground our mouths together for a minute, then my fuck partner pulled off and spoke.

    “Yeah, bud. I can tell you’re all wound up right now. Nuts so full you can’t take it. Am I right, stud?” Before I could answer he grabs my cock and begins jacking the rod with a cool, assured hand. My body jerked in shocks of pleasure. I so wanted to nut right then and there. I almost did. Only the last shred of self-control kept me from spurting my ball batter all over this hot football stud standing in front of me.

    This stud was now grinning at me, incredulous at my extra-bad case of the horns. His hand went lower down to cup my nut sac. “Shit, you’re primed all right. Gonna keep you worked up…”

    “Yeah, man” I moan. “I want you to keep me going all night.”

    He hefted my nuts in his quarterback hand and my cock spit out more slime. “Shit, buddy, I don’t think you’re gonna last that long.” Cliff grabbed my erection and gently stroked it, keeping it just under a full boil.

    “Oh, that’s hot! Yeah, I wanta shoot now. But I’ve saved my juice for two months now, and I can hold out a couple more hours… If it’ll make it hotter.”

    “Fuck, stud, I better stop now then. We gotta cool off.”

    I stepped back, soaking in the sight of this stud’s body standing nude and in full erect glory in front of me. I wondered what it would be like to be Cliff’s teammate, to see him shower everyday. I had to close my eyes a second to think about something besides sex. I knew my erection wouldn’t go down, but at least I could calm down enough that I wouldn’t shoot at a second’s notice.

    As I opened my eyes, Cliff was already walking past me. He patted my shoulder and walked around to the counter where he’d set his beer. Putting the bottle to his mouth, he took a long hard drink of it. I took his lead and found my own bottle. My mouth was a bit dry after all the dicksucking, and I found myself parched. We both stood leaning against the counter silently while we drank our beers. Somehow we didn’t need to speak – our hardons didn’t go away and we both knew that if we spoke or made eye contact we’d be on top of each other’s body all over again. By the time I’d finished I noticed that he was near the end of his bottle.

    “Another?” he asked.

    “Sure, man.” I replied.

    He handed me another bottle and clinked the necks like before. “Seems that you like beer as much as I do,” he said.

    “Yeah,” I chuckled, “I’ve been known to put away a few. Especially when I’m out with my buddies.”

    “You ever funneled?”

    It took a minute for me to figure out what he was referring to, then I remembered a party where I’d joined some of the other fellas in drinking beer poured through a funnel right down our open throats.

    “Yeah,” I replied. “Got drunk as shit doing it.”

    Cliff laughed. “Yeah, that shit really fucks you up if you’ve been drinking all night.” He paused then continued, “You want to do it?”

    “What? Now?”

    “Sure. I don’t have a funnel, but a teammate of mine showed me another, better way of doing it. Less dangerous.”

    I thought about it for a second. To tell the truth, I’d rather continue having sex, but I knew that the moment we did I’d be losing my load, so I figured that holding off a little while longer might be a good thing. Besides, I was by now losing my buzz from the bar. “OK, show me this new trick.” I said.

    “Follow me,” he said. He led me down the hall and into a spacious bathroom. I took a minute to admire this athlete’s fine body, especially that wonderfully powerful ass that flexed with every step.

    I awaited explanation, but instead Cliff stepped silently into the shower-tub. He started to face away, then turned to me and said, “Put your beer down. Right there on the ledge. We’ll get to it in a minute”

    As I followed his instructions, he bent his upper body forward at a 45 degree angle, his left hand on the tile wall propping his weight up. Man, was his back magnificent! If you looked close, you could see every sinew and every knot of powerful, hard muscle, and the entire expanse of his lats and traps were covered in waves and ridges of musculature. But the overall impression was sheer mass. I thought what it would be like to crawl on top of that wonderful back, to feel it beneath as I slipped inside this football player’s ass. Just the thought sent jolts of electricity to my loins, and my cock jerked and slapped against my belly several times in spontaneous fits of horniness. Absently, my hand reached down and began messaging the flesh of my hard scepter, rubbing the pre-spunk into the skin, smoothly stroking the moist surface of the engorged head. Fuck, I had to pull away or I would blow and quick.

    As I looked up I meet the steel gaze of Cliff’s green eyes. “Ready, stud? When I pour, you drink. Got it?”

    “Yeah.” Actually, I didn’t yet fully understand, I just answered anyway.

    Cliff then lifted the can of beer and began pouring right into the crevice between his shoulder blades. In the position he was in, his lats flexed spasmodically, making the pouring surface somewhat uneven, but the liquid nonetheless flowed straight down the valley in his dorsal muscles. The beer was still cold and the hulking football player shivered and hissed when it passed over his hot flesh and especially when it trickled down his ass crack over his hairy jock hole.

    By now I knew what I was supposed to do. I reached forward and grabbed onto the mighty ass cheeks in front of me. They tensed and flexed as I parted them and guided my mouth without hesitation into his blonde-furred crack. The cold beer flowed steadily into my open mouth. I drank it as fast as I could. Some of the liquid ran out the sides of my mouth and down my neck and chest, but I was able to catch and swallow most of it.

    In contrast to the cold of the beer, the heat that radiated from the cleft of Cliff’s fine ass was incredible. I could taste the faint trace of man in the drink. Feeling slightly inebriated now, my head was also swimming with full-on testosterone-pumped jocklust. This guy was a god and my face was nestled right in his powerful quarterback ass. Gently – and I had to be careful to do this while swallowing a nonstop flow of brew – I stuck my tongue out til it connected with Cliff’s puckered hole. I couldn’t move or maneuver my tongue without gagging, but just the sheer connection of contact sent a jolt of electric horniness through my body.

    Into my mouth poured more brew as it flowed from his ass crack and right onto my tongue. The feeling was marvelous. My hands massaged this hunk’s powerful legs and I felt like I could feel every hair on his thick thighs, that’s how supercharged my senses were right then.

    By now the bottle was empty and I could lap up the remaining drops with wide swaths of my tongue. I was like a man possessed now, I wanted nothing more than that ass. Wanted to own it, to lick every goosebump and hair running down the crack. Wanted to work his tight hole with my tongue and give him every ounce of pleasure that I could.

    And I did all that and more. Whereas before my hands held his cheeks apart, now I relied on the inward pressure of my face to keep his melon ass spread while my hands gripped his hips roughly and pulled them back and forth on my thick, exploring tongue in rhythm.

    At first Cliff tried to urge me on, to tell me to drill his hole with my tongue, but soon his words were just a series of incoherent moans. I couldn’t see his cock, but I knew it was at full mast and charged. This football hunk’s excitement just spurred me on. Inward, I tongue fucked this stud harder, forcing my tongue deeper and deeper, then pulling out from time to time to take wide, full licks at his hole and his hairy crack. It still tasted of beer, but somehow that made me hornier.

    I could have gone on all night but a voice interrupted me. “John, buddy, I’m thirsty. Wanna switch?”

    I pulled back and felt my cock spit in anticipation. This god wanted to rim me too. I stood up and brushed my meat against his perfect ass. The melons of butt muscle were firm and slick with all my spit. Quickly I humped his warm, wet crack, careful not to but my nut.

    Cliff turned around and our cocks smacked each other as if two swords battling. “Sorry stud, I’m strictly top.” His face crushed into mine as we met in a hot, slow kiss. He pulled back and continued, “But trust me, I’m gonna make sure you get off big tonight…” Again we kissed. “…Man, when I get to fucking you, you’re gonna see stars… shooting your thick load with my dick deep in you… You want that, stud? Want my big quarterback cock fucking you deep? Showing you how good it can feel to be a man? To be a man getting dicked senseless by another man?”

    I grabbed his hard dick and felt the power in my hands. I thought what it would be like to have this huge cock up my ass and my whole body shuddered. “Fuck yes,” I whispered.

    “Fuck yes what, John?” he asked while licking my neck and ear and wrapping his massive arms around my upper body.

    “Yes, I want you to fuck me tonight, Cliff.” It was hard for me to say that out loud, to admit, but I knew I wanted it, knew that’s why I came home with this beefy football stud. I told him so.

    “All right, buddy, I’m wanting this too. Let me get a drink first, though, huh?”

    I smiled since I knew what kind of drink he wanted. I got in position and grabbed my beer bottle of the tub ledge. Cliff got in right behind me, his face positioned at my ass.

    “Man, this ass is perfect,” he said, running his callused quarterback hands along my gluteal muscles. “So fucking hot…”

    Actually he didn’t get all the last words out, as his voice was muffled when his mouth dove in and started chewing and tongue-fucking my hungry hole.

    “Shit bud!” I cried out. “Your mouth is driving me wild.”

    He worked on my ass like a madman, munching and licking and sucking til I was about lost in a fuck daze. He tore his talented mouth away long enough to tell me to pour the beer. I did and Cliff lapped it up keeping his tongue on my sensitive hole.

    When the beer was gone, Cliff stood up and wrapped his arms around me. Slowly and steadily, that beautiful cock nudged in my hole and sunk in as Cliff pushed forward.

    “Ah, right there, buddy. I’ve been waiting all fucking night for this.”

    “Shit, fuck me, Cliff.”

    “I’m here stud. Just let me in.”

    Hell, this wasn’t my first cock. Or even my fifth. But I was relatively inexperienced to getting shafted back there, so I was worried that Cliff’s large prick would tear me in two. I needn’t have worried. By now I was so worked up and randy my ass dilated right up and let him in. In a smooth motion, the nine inches of cock sunk deep into my rectum, filling me up good.

    “Yeah, stud, I’m in ya now? Can you feel me?”

    “Shit, yeah.” I breathed. I spread my legs further apart to help me adjust to the feeling.

    “How’s it feel, buddy?” The football hunk licked my neck and played with my chest and nipples. I was on fire.

    “Fantastic. I feel so full, so hot.”

    Cliff ran his hands down my torso and grabbed onto my hips. “Been a while since you’ve been dicked, hasn’t it bud?” His cock throbbed in my ass.

    “Yeah,” I croaked, unable to get the word out of my throat.

    “Yeah, I can tell… so tight… feels like you’re trying to milk my load out right now…”

    My cock spasmed. Precum was now dripping onto the porcelain of the tub. “Shoot it in me, Cliff. I need your cum.”

    “I haven’t even started fucking you yet, man. Don’t you want a real screw?”

    “Oh, fuck me!”

    Cliff pulled his dick out some then jabbed it back in.

    “Shit!” I yelled.

    Cliff’s mouth appeared at my ear. “Did I hurt you, bud?”

    “Nah.” I replied. “Feels fucking terrific.”

    “Good… I’m feeling fine myself.” In his thrust again. With each thrust I could feel my dick leak and my nuts churn. I wanted to cum, needed to cum.

    In he thrust again. “You’re ready for it, aren’t you John?”

    “Ready for what?” I gasp as his dick shoves in me again.

    “Ready for me to fuck you. To pound your stud ass.”

    “Fuck me Cliff”

    His thrust became harder and faster. “Can’t fucking believe this”

    “What?” I moaned.

    “I have the hottest baseball jock on campus, nude as a buck in my shower and I’m nailing his ass. Tell me, stud, do you like getting screwed standing up or would you rather get on all fours and get fucked like a dog?”

    “Oh, man…”

    “What was that, stud? I didn’t hear you.”

    “I don’t care how you do it, man, I just want your dick.”

    “Anytime, bud?”

    “Anytime you want.”

    “Good,” Cliff grunted, now in the throes of a deep fuck. “Cause I love this ass. I love your whole fucking body, stud. It turns me on.”

    I started to grab my cock to jack it off and shoot my load, but Cliff caught my arms and held them still.

    “Not yet John boy. I want to fuck you a while longer.”

    “Ah, Cliff, my nuts hurt they’re so full.”

    “Yeah I was right about you, stud. You baseball guys do go after football dick.”

    “Ah, man, fuck the hell out of me. I need to get off bad.”

    The football hunk kissed the side of my face as he ground his pelvis into my hole. Each time his giant meat filled me up it made me feel full and my prostate trembled in ecstasy.

    “Cliff knows, baby. I’m gonna fuck you off tonight. Gonna fuck you off real good. “

    “Yeah, I need it.”

    “I know, babe, I know.”

    “I need it now, Cliff. Fuck the cum out of me.”

    “Not here” he murmured as his jackhammered his hard meat deep into me. Then he stopped his thrust. He reached down and grabbed his cock and slowly extracted it, careful not to create a vacuum in my bowels.

    “Shit, what are you doing?” I cried. “Stick it back in.”

    “To the bedroom, stud,” Cliff said. “I want to do this right.” Once again our lips met in a fiery fuck passion that took two full minutes to quell.

    “Move on,” he ordered.

    I dove onto his bed and the jock hunk was right behind me. Our bodies crashed together in heat as we ground our horny crotches together and felt the electricity form where our nipples made contact with rock-hard chest muscle flesh.

    Cliff looked down at me with a look of love and lust in his eyes. “All right. Time to take you home.” With that, he lifted my thighs and rammed his cock right into my guts. My ass clenched tightly around the invading shaft as I felt my ball juice start to swirl and rise.

    “Shit, I’m gonna cum.”

    “Yeah, bud, shoot that cream. Shoot it while my dick is poking you deep and hard.”

    “Fuck me man! Fuck that load out of me.” My body was shaking now and my nuts began pumping.

    “Yeah, I’m home. My big dick’s planted tight in your ass. All nine fucking inches driving you there. Yeah, you’re feeling it. Give it up bud. You earned it. Two fucking months worth. Two months I could have been screwing this ass. Why did you have to wait, John? A big jock like you? I could have made you feel this good whenever you got the horns. I’d have just taken you back here and bent you over and fucked you like I’m fucking you now…”

    That was it. I nutted. Two months of dick wad sprayed out of my cock and all over my body. I cried out. Tears flowed out of my eyes. My arms grabbed on to Cliff’s huge biceps as he pumped my guts over and over.

    “Shit. What a huge load!” he murmured.

    It was still coming out. I was swimming in spunk. The white musk covered my torso and neck, even my chin. Some had shot in my hair and onto my face. Spurts still came out and splashed on the pooled jizz collecting on my chest and abs. Waves of ecstasy passed from my ass and cock and went all over my whole body. I briefly passed out.

    Cliff still fucked away.

    When I came to, he was thrusting like a rabbit. He cried out, his chest heaving in deep breaths. He stopped his thrusts for just a half second as he scooted forward and lifted my ass up at the same time. This new position gave him more direct access to my hole and he wasted no time in grabbing onto my thighs and pounding me rough and fast.

    This time it was all about him. He showed no mercy and thankfully, I didn’t need or expect it. I was still shooting the last remnants of my megaload and was feeling no pain. Each jab of his prick sent a little spurt of cock juice from the tip of my hardon. This man had shown me a orgasm unlike any I’d ever felt and I sure as hell was grateful. I wanted him to get his relief, to shoot his jizz deep into my guts.

    “Come on,” I urged, “Sperm me. Make me feel it deep in my ass.”

    Cliff could barely answer he was so close to his nut. His body was in auto-fuck overdrive now and the man could barely think. “Ahh, stud, are you sure? Got a big load about to blow.”

    “Yeah, Cliff, I’m ready and I want it. Want you to fuck it right into me with that big cock of yours.”

    “It’s yours, big boy.” With that he hosed me full of his spunk. It felt full and majestic. His seed lubed his cock, making it feel rubbery as it continued its final thrusts. I grabbed onto Cliff’s firm ass as it thrust and flexed. This football stud was pumping me full of his nut and I was loving it.

    Cliff collapsed onto my chest, resting his head next to mine as he panted and tried to regain his composure. My thighs were still up in the air, wrapped around the small of Cliff’s back and Cliff’s big dick was still lodged deep in me, though it was starting to shrink after discharging its load.

    Cliff raised his upper body and looked me in the eye. “Thanks, John, that was a fantastic fuck.” Our lips met and we slowly and passionately kissed as our heartbeats returned to a normal pace.

    We broke the kiss and looked solemnly into each other’s eyes. About the same time we broke into a smile. “To the end of baseball season,” I said.

    My new fuck buddy replied. “To the end of baseball season.”

  • Mercenaries in foreign land

    Shady wakes up to find the scene has changed from when he was sent to sleep. He is in a double bed with Dave only.

    He is sleeping on top of his owner and being hugged.

    Dave realises he s awake “are you feeling better?”

    Shady “very dizzy … please I have had enough”

    Dave “no no, it s all over. I wont go as rough anymore. I want you to be my babe and I do not hurt my babes” he proceeds to kiss his babe on his head, as Shady s head is on his chest.

    He continues “you have done nothing wrong to me, and do not deserve to be treated as such. I was looking at you when you were unconscious under me and I felt sorry for it. You were exposed quite violently to your family”

    In fact Dave was contemplating on Shady when he was unconscious under his legs. He is an all fierce wrestler grappling with rough guys every day, and under his dick an unconscious weak guy. Innocent, good hearted and scared. He doesn’t deserve to be in an unfair fight. Instead he decides to make him his boy, show him love and affection. But this will be given in private, so he picked him up for the bedroom.

    Shady interrupts the thoughts and memory “moaning came because of pain ..”

    Dave “no face it, u liked belonging to a superior male. You were opening your feelings to me. I should have brought you to privacy from beginning. Only me and you share those moments. And especially the first fuck that I will give you”

    Shady goes silent. That s what he wanted to try all his life, but it turns to be painful, it may not be something he will enjoy, he replies” it was painful I may not be able to take it or enjoy it”

    Dave rubs in his hair, then proceeds “I will work to make it easy for you, if it hurts I will stop”

    He keeps his syrian boy in his hug for some minutes. Kissing him and rubbing him to assure him and prepare him mentally. He feels his ass again as it starts to leak his orgasm. He stands up on his knees and spreads Shady’s legs apart, slowly fingering him and giving him breaks of kissing and hugs. It begins with half a finger then a full finger in. Then two fingers were slided easily.

    It s time to slide his long white dick of 22 cm, but with medium thickness. Shady’s dick is as thick but much shorter. He puts his dick on the butt hole opening and leaves it there. Shady gets wetter and Dave s precum is lubing him as well.

    Slow penetration starts with maintained eye contact, it slides easier than they expected. Dave maintains eye contact with his babe and shady’s face is changing to bear looser expressions showing him submission.

    Dave goes on to reach his prostate and starts thrusting in and out rubbing on the prostate. His loser boy starts loosing it all and erupts in moaning continuously. He is feeling joy from a new source other than his dick. Dave goes on to reach as deep as his dick went. Then confident that the ass is fully opened he thrusts in and out fully. He stops occasionally on the prostate level and Shady had loosened as a result being sent to another universe. Shady breaks mentally to express his deep feelings within his moans you would hear “please train me to be like you, I will be all yours” . Dave thinks if his demand and knows Shady will never reach his masculinity, he replies to his second demand “you are all mine” sex goes on and they re feeling as one, Shady has found his protective and male model figure and Dave has found a loving man who is looking up to his manhood. He is about to explode into cumming, but he s got three more people to breed for the night. He keeps his dick on the prostate and milks Shady s dick who erupts within seconds. He feels his ass squeezing around his dick as he is cumming and he is looking at his face, moaning “you re the man, please protect us”

    It s all finished, Shady is under him exhausted and all used. More than that he came up to him with his desires and true inner feeling of hoping to have some of his training, menhood and character and recognising him to be his protector. Dave is looking at the drained man with love and responsibility.

    He says “I ll let you relax, your wife will come a bit later. You are all safe here”

    He locks the door and is going back to the living room. It is time to enjoy another round of sex and also to produce a video of Samir s ultimate defeat and humiliation. Which will be distributed to other villages requesting them to surrender or face Samir’s miserable fate. 

    He first drags Rama, and pushes her into one of the couches. Heads to Samir “you better get ready to fight for your dignity. I ll set rules but mostly if you lose you choose who gets fucked you or your wife. If you win everyone here will be saved”

    He goes back to the couch and lifts Rama to sit on his dick for a quick penetration. She gets rammed, then lifted and fucked.

    He stops and goes back to Samir to further provoke him for the fight,

    “We have beaten you in battle, now we will see who does better in hands on fighting, I ll also ask Rama for who fucks better”

    Dave goes back to fucking her on the couch. As she is fucked, he asks her the question and she is moaning “you are better than many guys from our village combined” Dave can’t hold it anymore, he pulls his dick and heads to Samir he puts his bound head under his dick and cums on top of him. Both men are looking at each other in defiance and their fight will be a deadly one.

    Rama is ordered to go to Shady. And now Dave is ready for the fight he s been waiting for.

  • Chute

    I live in a small town in central Arizona. This place is quite homophobic, so as you can probably guess, there isn’t very much happening here for a submissive bi guy like me to do for sexual release.

    Every once in a while I manage to get down to Phoenix and let my hair down so to speak. This is a short story about one of these trips.

    I put up a post on Craiglist that I was headed to town and seeking some play time while there. This post was pretty explicit as to what I was looking for: “older, bi-submissive, mwm, ddf, non-smoker, iso dom tops, I will be at Chute on Indian School Rd. from 10:00 am until about 3 pm. I will be in the sling room, cleaned out, lubed up and taking on all cummers. The more the better.”

    I received quite a few replies and after weeding out the ones I figured to be a waste of time I replied to the keepers with the date I would be available.

    Now I have done this before, but, with little actual action taking place once there.

    This time would prove to be quite the contrary.

    No sooner than I got into the sling 3 large black men entered and closed both doors. They informed me that they had received my confirmation from Craigslist and were here to use me for their pleasure as I had requested.

    They were all very well hung, the smallest cock about 8″ and very hard already. Being already in the sling it didn’t take them long to secure my wrists and ankles so I couldn’t get out of it. They then began to stroke my cock, pinch my nipples and tell me how they were all going to fuck me at both ends until they all were satisfied.

    Then they were going to open the doors to the room and invite the 6 friends they had waiting outside in to have their way with me.

    The one with the smallest cock stepped up between my legs and began rubbing his cock head along my ass crack, teasing it against my hole then moving it away over and over. While he was teasing my hole like this one of the others lowered the other end of the sling so my head was at a level to suck his cock. He wasted no time forcing his cock into my mouth and began face fucking me. The third guy was standing beside me rubbing his cock against me wherever he could and calling me filthy names, while pinching my nipples.

    Finally the one between my legs placed the head of his cock against my hole and said, “here it comes boy” as he pushed it all into me with one shove. As I tried to scream it only opened my mouth wider for the one there to easily push his cock into my throat. Between the two of them I was actually swinging back and forth on their cocks in the sling. Needless to say, it didn’t take them long to cum.

    As soon as these two pulled out of me the third one shoved his cock into my ass and began fucking me very hard and fast.

    When he finished they opened the doors and there were several men waiting outside them. They said, he is a good fuck guys, enjoy yourselves with him.

    At least 6 others came in and stood around me. All of them rubbing their hands all over my body, pinching my nipples, stroking my hard cock and rubbing my precum on my lips. They finally decided who was going to fuck me first and I felt his cock slowly enter into my already fucked ass. It felt really good as he started pushing the sling so the motion was actually providing the fucking. It was carrying me on and off of his cock in a slow easy motion. I was really moaning now and people were gathering around the open doors watching all of this going on. One of them stepped up and pushed his cock into my mouth while there was one on either side of me with their cocks in my hands so I could stroke them. The cock fucking me was really hitting my prostate and as he filled my ass with his baby batter I came all over my stomach.

    Now usually once I have cum I am through and lose all interest but not this time. He was immediately replaced with another cock and the high never ended, I was still hard and wanting more. And more I got. One by one they just rotated position so my hands, mouth, and ass were kept full of hard cock and cum. It seemed that as each one finished with me and left he was replaced by a new guy ready to have his turn.

    After almost an hour the crowd began to disappear. When they had all left I just lay there completely fucked out. I got myself out of the sling, grabbed my towel, locked the doors and went to take a shower, then onto the sauna to relax my body.

    After about 15 minutes of this I left and walked around some. There din’t seem to be many people left. The maze was empty and nobody watching any videos in the video rooms. I decided to head back to the room and leave myself.

    But as I started back I heard the entrance bell ringing repeatedly. I decided to keep roaming around for a while. It wasn’t long before there was once again a nice crowd. I headed to the maze. I enjoy the anonymity it gives me to be sucking a cock without the person being sucked knowing who is doing the sucking. I sucked several cocks and then decided to go back to my sling. As I approached the room I saw several guys circling the area. I opened the room and closed the door as soon as I entered so I could get everything ready. This time around I decided to wear a hood with just a mouth opening. I opened the doors and got into the sling putting the hood on and waiting for whoever decided to enter first. It is a wonderful feeling to be virtually helpless and have no vision of your surroundings. All I could do was hear people entering. With this loss of vision your other senses take over. I could tell when someone entered the room by the change in air movement. It was a huge turn on to know someone had entered without knowing anything else about them! I was so turned on that my cock was rock hard and dripping pre cum like it was a leaky faucet.

    Soon I felt someone pushing lube into my asshole and fingering it with one then two fingers. I began moaning and suddenly had a hard cock entering my mouth. This was soon followed by a cock pushing into my ass. Someone asked me if I liked to be used as a cum slut. I couldn’t answer as my mouth was full of hard cock. Once again I felt many hands on me  and my nipples were being pinched and pulled to the point that I was in a sensory overload. I suddenly came once again all over my stomach. I heard someone laughing and telling someone that I had just come all oer myself and what a fuck pig I was. It seemed like I was fucked over and over by so many hard cocks that I would never be the same again.

    Finally, as like earlier it all ended and I was left alone.

    I struggled to get out of the sling as someone was telling me that my time was up and I needed to leave or pay for another 8 hours. I couldn’t believe I had been here this long. But I slowly got dressed and headed for home, a well fucked submissive bottom boy. I was already thinking of when I might be able to repeat this experience.

  • Bare Backed by my Straight Landlord

    Today was another spectacular day and I spent this morning at the beach.

    I spent maybe two hours between my towel and my laptop and it was just gorgeous. I was wearing my new Piping Hot black speedos (they are the ones that you can see in a blog post from a few days ago, yes it is a speedo dick pic selfie).

    As the laptop battery was dying I shut everything down and headed down to the water for one last dip before heading home. While I was in the water I saw my Landlord and his wife walking down the beach. They saw me and we all waved. When they got to where I was, they walked up to were my towel and stuff was and they stripped down to their togs. The Landlord was wearing a pair of black speedos and his wife was wearing a nice light blue bikini. They had obviously decided to join me.

    The two of them came out to where I was just past the breakers.

    The Landlord and I shook hands and usually I’d hug his wife but there was very little clothing on between us and a hug just didn’t seem appropriate. We all commented on how great the weather was and how the storm last night had lots of thunder and lightening but really didn’t pack too much of a punch.

    For those who are new here, The Landlord is 100% straight acting but had some gay experiences as a younger man and he and I have been fooling around a little bit over the last few months. Of course, his wife knows nothing about any of this.

    After twenty minutes or so of small talk, it was time to get out and the three of us started heading back to the beach. Speedos aren’t that big a deal in Aussie and there wasn’t anything weird about The Landlord and I both wearing black speedos for a swim in the surf, so nothing was said and I don’t think his wife thought anything of it.

    Of course I was thinking about it, walking up the beach next to a guy I’ve done incredibly naughty things with and his wife, who knows nothing.

    They were headed home and so was I so the three of us walked the, less than, 100m back to the building together (all three of us had towels around our waists).

    The Landlord and his wife own my unit which is on the top floor at the front of the building, and they also own the back unit which is by the pool, so they have to walk past the door to my unit and as we approached it The Landlord said “Dave, do you have time for me to look at that air conditioning unit that is playing up?”

    Air conditioning? I have never turned the air conditioning on? I don’t even think I know how to turn it on? Is it broken?

    While I’m thinking this I look at The Landlord and he winks at me.

    Owwww…. the air conditioning unit was an excuse for him to come up for some speedo sex.

    “Yeah sure thing, I was just heading up to do some work.”

    Just as I was wondering if his wife had suspected anything she said “I don’t believe you boys for a minute! Is there even an air conditioner at Dave’s place?”

    Had we been busted?

    She was just kidding us… “I’m sure it is just an excuse to have a few sneak midday drinks you two….”

    With that The Landlord kissed his wife on the cheek and said to her “We can’t get anything by you honey.”

    The Landlord followed me in to the stair case that led up to my apartment. Once inside the stair well he said “You can’t imagine how hot it was seeing you and my wife together in the surf. I fucked her this morning and now I’m going to fuck your brains out Dave.”

    By the first landing (I am on the third floor) he had ripped my towel off me despite my feigned protests. My protest was more me worried that the other residents who share the stair well might come out and see my Landlord, their property manager, chasing a man wearing only speedos up the stairs.

    We burst in to my apartment and The Landlord threw my towel, and his on the floor. Those three flights of stairs had hardened us both and our only clothing, our speedos, was not hiding that fact.

    I was headed to my bedroom but The Landlord was headed to the shower and grabbed me. I ask him to give me a second, I was going to grab condoms and lube, but he was possessed and I didn’t really force my point either, I was horny as well.

    In the shower the water was cold to start but by the time it had warmed up The Landlord had ripped my speedos down, he didn’t bother undoing the drawstring, he just ripped them down. I pulled his engorged cock out the leg of his speedo and grabbed a handful of conditioner and started lubing up his cock with it. Ow I forgot, while this was happening we were kissing but it was furious so more just stabbing our tongues in each other mouths.

    With his cock lubed up, he turned me around by the shoulders and pinned me against the shower wall.

    His cock was at my back door, the tip was touching my pucker hole and he said in my ear, “You better not give me anything Dave.”

    “I’ve never bare backed before, you better not give me anything” was my reply.

    Then he slammed his cock inside me.

    I gasped and had to consciously focus on relaxing my arsehole so he didn’t destroy it completely. After a dozen strokes of him pumping hard and fast I had composed myself and started thrusting back. One of his hands was on my hip, the other was around the back of my neck, it was a good grip and allowed him to really fuck my brains out.

    The whole time he was talking dirty which I know he likes. Telling me how my arse is tighter than his wife’s pussy, how he fucked pussy this morning and is now fucking arse this afternoon. Overall, I think he was enjoying it. Usually he would have cum quicker but he kept telling me that he had fucked his wife this morning and this was a great benefit in helping his last longer. I reached between my legs and started stroking my cock. I wasn’t going to last a long as him.

    As I approached orgasm I started moaning and giving a little bit of dirty talk back to The Landlord.

    My arsehole started to constrict as I got close to cumming and this pushed The Landlord over the edge.

    With one last deep thrust he let out a gutteral moan and he exploded in me. I could feel the warmth of his cum being injected in to me and that was too much for me. I unloaded on the shower wall, the shower floor and all over my hand.

    We were both huffing and puffing for a few minutes and I could feel his cock softening inside me.

    He slipped his cock out of me and my arsehole felt like it was a train tunnel. I felt his cum ooze out of me and down the inside of my right leg.

    After cleaning up we got out of the shower, The Landlord wrapped a towel around his waist and I grabbed a dry pair of speedos. We did have that midday beer his wife had suspected we might and he did show me how to turn on the air conditioning. Three beers later we finally started talking about what we had just done. I told him it really was the first time I had been barebacked and he assured me it was the first time he had participated in unprotected sex (excluding his wife) in twenty five years.

    A few more beers and he had to get back before his wife came looking for him. As I closed the door the last thing I said to him was “Next time, I get to fuck you bareback.”

    “Only fair, count me in Dave.”


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