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When I think back to my childhood, I remember my family’s lake house with fondness. That old structure holds so many beautiful memories. My brother and I spent summer after summer in the crystal clear waters, diving off the pier, riding jet skis, and lounging away the hot days. It was a terrific childhood, but the year I turned 18 stands out as the most significant year for me, my brother, and that old house.

I am getting ahead of myself. Let me give you a bit of history about the two brothers named Kyle and Kameron. We grew up in the 90s. That was when you still played outside until dark, and video games were great but not our lives. It was also a time when being an “out and proud” gay kid was not very popular, especially in the South. “Will and Grace” was popular but they hadn’t changed the whole country yet.

Kyle and I were two years apart but always close and, unusually, the best of friends. He was the oldest, but we both had matching swimmer builds, greenish/blue eyes, and natural blond/brown hair growing up. Mine was a bit more naturally curly, and Kyles filled with waves. In our younger years, we were often mistaken as twins. The High School and teen years changed that and removed our similarities. Teenage years tend to separate the masses between the jocks, nerds, preps, and plain awkward. Kyle and I Felt that natural selection first hand.

Kyle was the typical straight-A Gorgeous Jock. Football quarterback, straight out of an 80s teen movie. He was the poster boy for that “type.” His athletics and daily workouts guided him to a much larger build than mine. I went through a heavy stage in High School. I no longer had a swimmer’s body, and my only 6 pack was Coca-Cola. I wasn’t into sports but excelled in chorus and drama.

I was always a bit “fem” acting. I didn’t set out to be that way, Its simply how I was (well, AM). I often got a lot of grief because of my natural mannerisms. And anytime Kyle knew about it, he was right there to set the bully’s straight. Although we would never have been friends in the 80s teen movie script, we remained as close as any two friends could be.

When Kyle left for college, I was devastated. I felt like my world was gone. My days were no longer filled with the warm hearted big brother and the first year without him, I got very depressed. I stopped eating,, but that depression turned out to be a great weight loss plan. We stayed in touch for the first year. I coveted the holidays.

His second year, things changed. It was my senior year. It was the first year that I started to “come into my own,” if you will. I got in shape, lost weight and gained a bit of much-needed independence. Kyle didn’t come home much that year. He took courses in the medical field and devoted all his time to school. That was the first year we drifted apart. We slowly developed two separate lives.

My Senior year was coming to an end, and the summer was beginning. Being a bit older than the norm, our parents had both retired by the time I finished High School. Dad from establishing and selling a multi-million dollar insurance firm and mom from 30 plus years in pharmaceuticals. Their dream and plan was to travel.

The year was 1998.

EVERYTHING changed and I found out what BIG Brother really means.

June 5th 1998, I walked across the stage and accepted my High School diploma. (Kyle was too busy to make the event, but I had become used to his absence.)

June 6th, my parents hugged me, said goodbye, and pulled out of the driveway in a new 48 foot motor home. They were headed in a 3 month trip across the country.

June 7th, I threw my bags in the car, locked the house, and began the trip to our family’s lakehouse. I had always told my parents that I wanted to spend the summer before college at the lakehouse. I reflected on the past year as I drove the two hours to the lake. It had been a great year, but I was still dealing with my sexuality. I hadn’t told anyone, now I realize that everyone knew but me.

I’m a procrastinator, so it was dark by the time I left and got to the house. But I was on my own. No parents, no rules, and a whole summer to explore any other “possibly gay, but not really” guys who were at the lake that year? Maybe there was another guy like me looking for a summer romance?

I HAD NO IDEA WHAT WAS HEADED INTO MY LIFE..

I pulled up the drive and under the cart port. I walked up the stairs to the familiar front porch. Motion sensor lights came on every step of the way, illuminating the usual path I had run so many times as a child. I turned the key and pushed the old wooden door open. The wonderful musty smell took me directly back to the years with my family. I pictured the hundreds of times that Kyle and I raced to cross the threshold first. We hadn’t been in a few years. I felt tears fall from my eyes as the nostalgia of the moment swept me away.

I went to the master bedroom and unpacked. The last time I was here was two summers ago when we had our Grans 50th anniversary dinner. My family would spend this same week at this house for years because my Birthday is June 8th. This year I would turn 18. However, I insisted on having a quiet celebration alone. That’s what I had always planned.

Like some movie montage, I wanted to spend my 18th birthday alone at the lakehouse, preparing myself for the rest of my life. I had pictured some symbolic day of self-reflection where I would gain inner strength, and my future would fall into place because of my newfound independence. Drama, remember??

I soon fell asleep to the wonderful sounds and artic cold air produced by the huge old AC unit in the corner window. I dreamt of many things that night. One particular dream was of Kyle. I guess the old smells triggered memories. I slept as comfortably and securely as I always had within those walls.

The sun began to shine through mini blinds and it crept its way slowly towards my face. I revolted against its intrusion and shoved myself beneath the covers for the wonder slumber sleep.

I had just started to drift back into dreamland when I heard something from the kitchen side of the house. I Shook it off as some groceries I had brought fell. PLANK!! OK that’s not groceries. My slumber was 100% now over as my fear became completely real. It has to be Jason from Friday the 13th. I’m at a lakehouse, alone. It was the lakeside stranger. He had come to kill his first gay victim like some kind of Dahmer copycat.

I slowly pulled myself to the edge of the bed. It was cold. The trusty AC had done its job and brought the room to a meat-hanging temp. CLACK!!! Yep, it’s a killer, and he’s not even trying to be discrete.

I waited until the AC compressor started again so the killer couldn’t hear my steps. Maybe I could run out the front door. I was only wearing a pair of well-worn Calvin Klein boxer briefs, but the neighbors would just have to see the goods. This was life and death.

I stepped to the door and peeked through the space between the frame and the door. All I could see was a baseball cap and a large frame. He appeared to be going back out the back door. That led to the rear porch, where he was obviously getting an ax to kill me. I quickly opened the door halfway and bolted to the front door. DAMNIT!!

It was locked, and we had installed a Keylock deadbolt in years past to prevent someone from breaking the glass and opening the lock. It was planned for safety. This day it would be the thing that caused my demise.

  The rear door shut; he was coming back in. I ran back to the bedroom, heart beating through my chest. Oh OK help me, I thought as his footsteps started towards the bedroom. I didn’t know what to do. I hid behind the door. He slowly walked into the bedroom, where I had left the door halfway open. It was dark In the room, only a few rays of light to help guide me in this situation.

He slowly came in and walked over to the bed. He seemed to be planning to start slashing me right there without waking me. I held my breath a d watched as he got closer and closer to the bed. I had to do something before he realized no one was there.

As any level-headed, in the closet, 165-pound gay, hopeful drama major would do…

I SCREAMED and ran out the bedroom to the back door, pushing the Intruder over the nightstand and onto the bed. I continued down—the back stairs, around the house, and towards the pier.

Yes, I ran to the pier. (I now have respect for people in horror movies. They are not thinking logically.) I ran onto the pier. Not to the street. Not to the neighbors. I ran to the dock. I guess I was planning to swim away from him?

I got to the end of the pier and looked back towards the house. The killer was standing on the porch. My contacts were not in, and my glasses were somewhere in the now toppled nightstand. I couldn’t see any details, but I could see him on the front porch.

He started walking down the steps towards me.

PANIC!!!! He was deranged. HE was coming to kill me in broad daylight. He started yelling, My name. “Kameron!! Oh dear God in heaven, he knows my name. I Bet he hid under my car like the killer in “Cape Fear.” He’s been stalking me for years. Waiting for me to be alone. He’s gonna make a coat out of my skin. “KAMERON, come on!! “he yelled as he walked closer.

Not today, Satan! I jumped off the pier and started swimming to the neighbor’s dock. I was a pretty good swimmer and was halfway there when I turned around. At the end of our pier, I saw my killer holding his stomach laughing. I wiped my eyes and squinted. “Bro, Kameron, it’s me, it’s Kyle!!!”

WHAT??? KYLE??

I suddenly felt like a complete idiot. Our lake was not terribly deep and always crystal clear. I was wadding water then dropped my legs to realize I could stand. As the cool crept between my toes, the water level was to my shoulders. The cool water managed to help me gain my composure as the reality of all this came into my mind. I slowly started walking and treading water back towards our pier and my hysterical big brother.

“Oh My God, you almost tore the back door off.” Ha ha ha Bahaaa!! He was rolling. My embarrassing actions now turned to anger. I climbed up the steps onto the pier and lunged at Kyle. “What the Hell BRO. What the fuck are you doing here? You scared the shit outta me.” “damn you man,” I shouted.

Still laughing, Kyle put his hands up to defend my shoves, “hey hey, I’m sorry, I was gonna surprise you for your birthday.” “well, you managed that, asshole,” I yelled and gave him one final shove as I stormed off towards the house.

“Kameron, hey bro, I’m sorry, don’t be mad. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Kyle retorted as he started coming after me. In my most extraordinary dramatic performance to date, I marched back up onto the front porch and turned towards him. “I seriously could have had a heart attack. Did you even think about anything? Mr. Doctor?” Realizing how super silly I had just sounded, I turned and looked at him.

I hadn’t seen Kyle in almost a year. If he had been studying, it must have been in a gym with tanning bulbs in the ceiling. He stood there in ripped jeans, brilliant white sneakers, a black tank top that clung to each muscle as if it were holding on for its very existence. A well-worn white shirt hung lazily over his perfect shape and a college cap with that perfectly curved bill.

I looked into bright green eyes and saw true regret as if his county fair balloon just got popped while getting into the car. I melted a bit but still held onto myself presumed sibling rivalry and smiled.

“But. I guess it was a little funny.” I shot him a small smile and brief parole from his previous sentence. “He beamed those million-dollar teeth back at me and said, “damn right it was, you almost made me stab myself with the nightstand and lamp. Dufass…” He said as he ran up onto the porch to hug me.

His arms engulfed me and I melted into his touch, his friendship, and his general love for me. The connection was immediate. We both jostled one another and tossed each other’s hair as we shared a heartfelt greeting.

He pushed me back and said, “lil bro, you look great. Damn, do I need to barricade the door to block all the high school hotties from getting in here? Mom and Dad said you’d lost weight but damn bro. You look incredible.”

I blushed and literally soaked in the compliments like a dry sponge. I had changed. Braces were off, my chest was defined. I had an early tan which made my teeth even brighter than they actually were. I’d also let my curly hair grow a bit going me a surfer kid kind of look. I hadn’t started to realize the changes until that moment. I think about that even today.

Kyles’s next comment left me with a permanent blush and many questions. “I can’t get over the change. Definitely, gonna have to board up the doors when they find out the two gorgeous Kirkland boys are in this house.” Kyle continued as he made his way past me to the front door.

“bro, shut up. I’m still pissed at you, so I’m not buying the flattery and ‘Kyle charm.” I shot back. Then he looked down and said. “no flattery needed, lil bro. From the looks of what’s slipping out of those wet shorts, it appears that you’ve grown a delicious, gorgeous charm wand of your own.” He stated with a wink and walked into the house.

I looked down, and somewhere in all the struggles, my well-worn Calvin’s had ripped.  One previous rip had now been torn much further, and a new rip at the “easy access” pouch had also ripped.  These two strategic tears had left the giant mushroom head of my cut cock, and the midsection of my hefty shaft exposed to the morning sun.  I quickly covered myself and went inside. Red as a beet!!

What did Kyle say?  Did I hear him right? Did he say delicious?  Talking about my dick was erotic and exciting enough, but I’m sure he didn’t say delicious? No.  Right‽ I was filled with emotions I had never felt.  Something stirred within me. Something erotic yet taboo.  I questioned every word spoken on that porch.  Today I know what he said; I know what he meant.  But at that moment, I had no idea what that summer would hold.

Part 2

PART TWO…

Me and my BIG Brother pt 2

The morning had begun with fear and embarrassment. My mind was still reeling from the roller coaster of emotions I had just experienced.

I walked to the house towards the master bath. As I stepped into the room, I found the lamp on the floor, shade bent, light bulb broken. It had met its fate when I made my daring escape from my serial killer Big Brother. I straightened up the nightstand and lazily shoved the broken glass under the corner to deal with later. Typical me would have cleaned that up immediately. But at this moment, my mind was focused on much more. My head was spinning, and my heart was still beating with excitement. Had I just heard things right? Had my brother called my dick delicious? Was he staring at it, was he staring at me? No way. But he definitely said delicious. It must be some new college term that I was not hip to? Surely I’d misread that. Misread or not. My cock jumped with excitement at the thought of Kyle looking at me.

As I carefully moved the final piece of broken glass, I couldn’t help but chuckle with laughter. Thinking about my actions and picturing me running and jumping into the lake. That was funny; I had to admit. I was on one knee with my side to the door when Kyle stepped into the doorway.

He leaned in, placing his hands on either side of the doorway. They wrapped themselves around the doorframe, holding the weight of his body. His abrupt halt had caused beautiful natural blonde streaks to sway towards his cheekbones. They came to rest at the edge of his cheeks as if to cradle the sculpted perfection. His large physique filled the entrance as if he were perfectly chiseled out of a piece of flawless tanned ivory. I was suddenly looking at the cover of a romance novel as the daylight illuminated the room behind him. As he leaned in, his biceps flexed and stretched the paper-thin fabric of the white shirt that was clinging to his body.

Thankfully my cock was exposed on the opposite side of my body because it jumped again and started its ascent to the sky. The combination of morning, ripped calvins, and Kyle was simply too much for my 18-year hormones to handle.

“Oh Shit, did you break it?” He said.

“Hell no, you broke it.” I retorted with a peal of continuous laughter, careful to hide my growing member. He gave me a million-dollar smile, rolled his beautiful green eyes, and muttered, “whatever, Lil bro…” as he bounced to the kitchen.

I waited until I could clearly hear him in the kitchen, then I stood up and quickly stepped to the bathroom. Closing and locking the door, I took a deep breath.

I then took a brief moment to deal with something I hadn’t given much thought to in a while. Kyle had been away for so long. I had not had to deal with these feelings in some time. It had been a year since I sat in my bedroom, hoping to catch a glimpse of Kyle getting out of the shower. Even longer since I had watched him play ball in the back yard or help dad around the house in running shorts. The guilt and combined shame of this hidden lust had not been an issue in some time. I had hoped and prayed it was a teenage phase, or hormonal puberty thing. The gay thoughts were dealt with but the taboo of this??? No, No, I couldnt go back to pining over Kyle again. But what the hell had just happened? Had my Bog Brother just flirted with me?

WHAT THE HELL???

I grabbed a towel and started to dry my wet hair. As I looked up and started on the other side, I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror. There stood a smaller version of Kyle. Some difference, but still Kyle. Kyle with ripped Calvins. Kyle tonned, tanned with freshly shaved heavy balls presenting a hefty semi-hard-on. I had jerked off to the mirror many times before. Picturing it was another guy. But I had not done so since my body had blossomed into my brother’s smaller framed double. I dropped the towel to the floor and guided my right hand to my dick. I grasped the shaft, and, with two strokes, I was rock hard. With visions of my brother fresh in my mind, I stepped closer to the mirror. My hand was now starting to work with a pleasurable rhythm. I allowed my left hand to touch my chest and slid it down to the waistband of the partially destroyed boxer briefs. The HOTNESS of being partially nude was too tempting as I played with the waistband and pulled it down touching the base of my shaft.

I focused my attention on my body and cock as I held its rigid straightness tightly in my hand. Up and down the pole I stroked, imagining my brother’s cock in my hand. I allowed saliva to fall from my mouth and land on the head of my cock. I kept the rhythm as I simply allowed the natural lubricant to engulf my rod intensifying the desire. My left hand now stretching the waistband of my underwear further down allowing its elasticity to rub against my hard dick. I released the waistband and propped myself against the wall with my left hand as I started to feel that beautiful release building up inside me. I thought of my tongue reaching forward to touch the tip of Kyles Dick and with that thought I exploded onto the mirror.

Stream after stream of hot cum hit the mirror with the force that seemed enough to crack its surface. I watched the milky substance splatter on the surface wishing it was my face being rewarded with Kyles seed. I shook with pleasure as the orgasm rippled through me. The last stream hit the floor as the fluid started to drip from my mushroom head and spilled on my thumb. I brought the cum to my lip and applied it like gloss, then allowed my tongue to taste its sweet saltiness. I trembled with final waves of orgasm as I pictured myself tasting my Big Brother. Breathing heavily, I closed my eyes and allowed reality to once again invade my fantasy.

I turned towards the shower and started the water. The smell of bacon began to fill the air as I heard kyle shout. “Jerk it quick, Im cooking breakfast.” We had always teased one another about this. If he had only knew how many times he had yelled that same thing while I was doing just that, thinking about him. This time had been different. He had given me more to work with than just passing glimpses and tight clothing. He had actually talked about ME, and commented on ME. Not just me but he called my cock delicious. I cleaned the mirror and stepped into the shower all the while trying to figure out theose comments. As I soaped up and allowed the warm water to refocus my attention, I realized something. The guilt and shame that normally followed a “Kyle centered orgasm,” was no longer there. I had to remind myself that it was not normal. I actually had to tell myself, “It’s your BROTHER, Kameron…”

I guess my Baptist upbringing allowed some shred of guilt to creep back in, but there was still some kind of acceptance going on. There was definitely less guilt and for the first time, my thoughts didn’t bring the disgrace it had always bestowed. Again, What the HELL???

Breakfast was the same as hundreds of times before. The two Kirkland brothers sitting at the round oak table teasing one another, talking and laughing, having breakfast at the lake. The past year had been the longest we had been apart. I had often wondered if our reunion would be akward. You know how things are when youre not around others. Sometimes, it takes awile to regain that level of oneness. It took us about three seconds. Since the terror of the morning had passed, when I walked into the kitchen for breakfast, I was greeted by Kyle. My Brother. My Best Friend. My Kyle.

It turns out that He had been working and studying so that he could spend part of the summer at the lake as well. It had been a surprise that Mom and Dad helped coordinate. Up until this day, I had truly wanted to be here alone, but Kyle being with me felt safe, normal, and truly meant to be.

We had a terrific day being lazy just enjoying one another. Laughing, and catching up. We spent most of the day at the end of the pier in the sun, or swimming. We had some lunch out there and it was like our childhood. Ham sandwiches and chips with cans of SunDrop. Great Big inner tubes, floating chairs, the smell of tanning oil. It was a terrific day for me. I got to keep my eyes planted on my gorgeous brother all day long. He wasn’t wearing a spedo or anything revealing. Instead, he chose a pair of board shorts. Trust me, in my imagination they got removed each time he came out of the water.

There was some odd spirit in the air all day. I couldn’t place it, but I remember there being a calm, almost freedom between us that we had never experienced. I believed it was the fact that we had both grown older, more mature. Looking back I can clearly see what was happening that day. That entire day, Kyle kept telling me that he had a surprise planned. Something major planned for later. After lunch we even went back to the house for a nap because he said: “We will need our rest for later.” He kept saying that he wanted my 18th birthday to be the best of my life, and he was here to make sure that happened. I had no idea what he meant. At the time. Today, I believe he had the night planned out all along. That Birthday remains My Favorite Birthday Celebration of all time!! The gift I received couldn’t be purchased at a store and will forever hold the title of “Worlds Greatest Birthday Gift!”

That day was a precursor for our entire Summer. It shaped my entire life and Kyles. We look back sometimes and… Well Im getting ahead of myself again…

Stay Tuned for the next part..

“You wanna try it?” Hunter asked his friend

Ty nodded his answer and I felt Hunter pull his awesome cock from me.

“No baby” I cried 

He knew how much I loved getting fucked by him. But he took my prize from me anyways. Then Ty crawled behind me and placed his huge cock at my hole. Thinking he would slowly push it in I pushed my ass against the fat head. But then Ty grabbed my waist and slammed his entire length into me in one vicious stroke.

“Aeeii Fukk!” I shrieked as Ty’s massive cunt fucker tore into me. 

He didn’t stop until that fat dick head mashed against my prostate. I continued to scream from the agonizing pain. His nine inch cunt killer ripped into my bowels. He grabbed at my ass and fucked hard.

“Take it out man! Its too fukin big. I shrieked. “Fuck me. It hurts man. Oh God it fuckin hurts!”

I was screaming into the pillow as he gunned his big cock repeatedly into my tender asshole. I looked up to see Hunter licking Ty’s beefy hairy chest.

“Damn you are the hottest stud around Ty” He said.

His tongue leaving wet trails of spit on Ty’s fur. Then he started munching on Ty’s nipple. This causing Ty more pleasure as he started to really fuck my ass hard.

“Ughnn man. So fuckin good” He moaned. “Bite my tit man. Shit that’s nice”

Hunter continued to munch out on Ty’s nipple. I could hear Hunter’s moaning as he chewed on his friends tit. Then he stopped and said. “Flip our boy over so I can feed him my cock” 

He kissed Ty on the mouth and Then Ty’s huge gun was yanked from my ass. There was a sloppy ‘pop’ as he pulled out. Cold air rushed into my gaping ass. My body shivered from within as I was turned on my back. Ty returned to his position at my ass. My legs were brought up as he and Hunter held them. Then I felt his cock at my hole again. But rather than pucker my ass, I was relaxing it so he could continue fucking me good. I really wanted this hot black stud Now. He just let his big cock head linger outside my hole. The tip grazing my pucker as he started to rub it at my ass. I needed him in me again, and he knew it. So he continued to torture me with his cock, rubbing it on my ass.

“Please!” I begged. “Shove that cock back in me!” “So you really want it now?” He responded. “You were beggin’ me to take it out just a few minutes back” I looked up at him begging for more. “I gotta have that big cock. Please!”
Hunter smiled at me and then kissed my face and mouth. “It’s ok baby boy. He’ll give it to ya good”

He nodded at Ty and then Ty grabbed my legs and aimed his huge cock back at my ass. Hunter climbed on my face and offered my his still hard cock.

“Suck yer daddy’s cock now boy” He said. 

His big cock slid into my mouth just as Ty slammed back into my ass. My scream was stifled as Hunter drove his cock into my throat. My Body was rocked with both pain and pleasure as Ty continued to thrash me asshole and Hunter feeding me his awesome cock.

“So nice aint it?” He asked Ty. 

His friend just moaned his response. I looked up from my prone position to watch these two studs kiss again. Then the fire in my ass began to subside as Ty’s big salami continued to plunge into my ass. The warm fire of his huge cock battering my button was so intense that I felt my cock and balls shift. I was going to cum. Hunter looked down to see my balls had indeed shifted. He bent over just as I was starting to cum. He opened his mouth to catch the first shot. Then he took my dick and sucked out the rest of my cum as I blew. I was whimpering on Hunter’s cock as I came in his mouth. 

Ty’s cock continued its assault on my ass. All nine inches kept punching my gut hard. His balls slapped against my ass, echoing in the room. Hunter’s own big cock was digging itself into my throat. His heavy balls laying on my head and nose with each thrust down. His balls smelled as great as ever. I reached for them and fondled them as he fucked my mouth.

“Hmm” He moaned. “Yes baby pull on them balls. Drain the goo from them”

I just hummed on his cock embedded in my throat. I couldn’t wait to taste his goo again. Ty started to go faster, and his breathing got more labored. He was getting close to bustin’ a nut. My ass gripped onto his huge cock and started to fuck back.

“Hmmf. Ughn, ughn” I moaned on Hunter’s cock as Ty slammed into me faster and faster. Hunter’s cock slid into my throat with every thrust of Ty’s cock in my ass.

“Shit bro I’m gonna shoot!” Ty cried out 

His body pummeled me hard as he drew ever closer to cumming. Hunter grabbed him and they kissed one last time. The Ty’s screamed out as he shoved down hard. He body shook. He pulled Hunters cock from my mouth and swallowed it down his own mouth. Sucking Hunter as he came in my ass. His hot body on me as he gunned his seed into my hole. I lost Hunter’s cock so I licked at his balls while Ty sucked his cock down. Hunter was holding Ty’s face as he started to fuck his friends mouth now.

“Suck me stud. Take daddy’s cock down yer throat man” He growled. 

Ty finished unloading into me and just lay on my while he sucked on Hunter. Then I heard Hunter start to breath funny. I grabbed for his cock. I wasn’t about to let Ty get my man’s seed. 

I pushed Ty off of me and said. “Take me daddy, breed my hole again” 

Hunter flipped me around and climbed on my ass again. He quickly shoved his hot cock into me. My legs up and him close to me face. I kissed my hunk as he fucked my used up ass.

“Sliding in real easy with Ty’s sweet cum in there” He said. I grabbed for my man’s ass and held onto his cheeks as he fucked me good. “Yes Hunter. I’m yours stud. Fill me up with that heavy goo. Please!” 

Well as always, he did not disappoint. Hunter pulled up and jack hammered my ass hard and fast. His cock was a blur as he power fucked me.

“Fuckk yes daddy, so damned Hott Hunter!” I cried. 

His cock pounded into my button as only his could and I felt another orgasm take me.

“I’m going again baby” I said . 

He grabbed at my cock and pulled on it just before my balls busted out another load. He aimed it at his face and mouth and several shots connected.

“Ughnn , fuck yes man.” i cried out. 

I was squirming under him as I blew. After 5 shots I was done. He fell on me and grabbed on to me tightly. His tongue was shoved in my mouth and I tasted my own cum. He continued to gun my ass fast and hard. Then he whimpered as he was kissing me. I felt his cock expand in my ass and then seconds later, Hunter exploded in me. His body shook as he held me. His cock pumped another heavy load into me. It was at least 10 shots before he subsided. But by then my ass was totally full of his cum. I could feel it start to escape from me. Hunter Just lay there on me as his orgasm subsided. He was still kissing me as we lay there. 

Then I looked up to see if Ty was gonna lay there with us. But then I noticed he was gone. So I was left there with Hunter on top of me. But I didn’t mind that one bit… 

Amazingly, I wasn’t the first person to make it to the kitchen. I found Adam already downstairs and seated at the table. 

He was lounging in his seat, wearing only a pair of basketball shorts. Not that it hid anything other than the top of his thighs. His crotch and cock were on display for anyone interested in looking. As I walked further into the room, I tried to think of what they would expect me to do. I didn’t want a repeat of this morning, so I walked up to Adam and kissed him. For good measure, I jerked his hot hard cock about three times before I said anything. 

“Hello Adam,” I said as saucy as I could. From the smirk on his face, I think I pulled it off. 

“Hello Josh,” he answered back as I watched him take over the jerking of his cock as he watched me walk towards our Dad.  

“Hello Daddy,” I told the man in front of me who had been drinking a beer when I entered the room. Now he was leaning back against the counter as his eyes raked over my body. He looked like he was ready to go clubbing, but he wasn’t wearing any shoes. Did he come from work dressed like this? He had on black jeans that looked like they were a comfortable but snug fit. He also had on a button-down black vest that covered most of his impressive pecs. 

“Hello Baby,” he answered as he extended a hand to grab my upper arm. Dad pulled me into full-on contact with his body, knocking the air out of my lungs more from surprise than the impact. He kissed me while I tried to kiss him back without melting further into him. He seized my ass, and I moaned into his mouth. He grabbed my ass tighter and pulled my body up along his. And that is how we stayed. Daddy trying to pull me through his clothes for skin-on-skin contact while I ground my cock against his hardening one. While Adam happily jerked off to the show we were giving him. 

I had decided that I didn’t care if I came in my briefs when I heard talking behind me. 

“… and you thought that we would be late,” Pastor Kayy told someone. I knew it had to be David, but my brain was too busy to fill his name into that blank. I sucked on Dad’s lips as I rocked my hips, humping myself on his clothed cock. 

“Everyone is here now Baby,” Daddy told me as he slowly stopped kissing me and even pushed me off him a little. “It’s time to eat,” he said quietly. 

“Yes, Daddy,” I answered him in a whisper before I fell to my knees and started to undo his pants without thinking about it. I was just about to pull his cock free for my first taste when someone pulled me up by the arms and away from him. I looked up at my Dad, and his eyes were dark. A shiver ran through my body at the sight of him. 

“It’s a good thing your first class isn’t until one pm tomorrow,” he said in a very threatening way. I shivered again before I was deposited into a chair facing the table and plates of food. Had the table been set this whole time? I asked myself before my body reminded me that I was hungry for more than just cock. 

I indulged in the best lasagna that I had ever tasted. I savored everything. The noodles were perfect, not too hard to make you chew them for longer than expected and not falling apart as you touched them. The sauce was rich, thick, and a little on the sweet side. I tasted two kinds of meat. One swam in garlic while the other was flavored with caraway seeds. I knew that there were two types of cheeses living on every level of this structure, but at times I thought I tasted a third. I scraped my plate and gladly went back for seconds. 

As I reached for the large baking dish that it had been made and served in, I caught sight of some roasted veggies. One looked like whole baby tomatoes, and the other was halved Brussels sprouts that seemed to have bacon crumble covering them. I took a right turn and got some before heading back to the main dish. Since I got some vegetables this time, I took a smaller piece of the lasagna than I was planning on getting at first.

As I slowed halfway through, I realized that no one was talking. We were all digging in and enjoying ourselves. When I looked in my dad’s direction, he reached for the beer that he brought to the table and winked at me when he saw me looking in his direction. Once I smiled back, I moved my eyes around the table. 

Next to him sat Adam. He looked as naked as ever and just as hungry as I was a plate of food ago. Next was David. I hadn’t seen him since he walked into the house. He was wearing a black mesh harness across his shoulders that turned into a V of elastic that read LICK SUCK FUCK repeatedly as it disappeared below the table. Pastor Keyy had been rubbing David’s head, and even as he pulled his hand away, his eyes took longer to leave David’s face to help him in the process of eating. I didn’t know if they were a thing or just his latest focus. Pastor Keyy looked nothing like any pastor I’ve seen, and at this point, I wasn’t surprised anymore. He was topless but not pierced like everyone else at the table. At realizing that his nipples were still intact, I absently reached for my chest as I remembered that I had forgotten my jewelry back in the bathroom. I didn’t have to wear them all the time, did I? 

I took a few more bites from my plate before my curiosity got the best of me, and I tried to lean over a little to see if he was naked or wearing a pair of shorts like Adam. Since I believed that nothing sexy was allowed during dinner, I tried to see without letting anyone know. I didn’t get to see anything, so I had to wait until the meal was over to find out. I reached for my glass and drained the last of my strawberry lemonade.

Without saying anything, Pastor Keyy passed the jug containing more. I smiled my thanks and refilled my glass before setting it down in front of me. I finished everything and stopped myself from reaching for more. I still had some space left, but I wasn’t hungry anymore. I think slowing down during my second helping allowed me to not dive back in for another piece like Adam. Salad, which I generally considered to be a decorative centerpiece, found parts of itself on three plates. 

Since everyone was still eating, I stood to take my dishes to the sink. While there, I washed them before heading back to my room to get started on my homework. I knew Dad said that I would be spending the night with him. But he would give me time to do school work, wouldn’t he?

I walked back to my room and plugged in my laptop. While it was booting up, I went to the bathroom and cleaned my piercings before finding already dried, plain ones to slide through my nipples. This act reminded my cock that it existed. Just like what happened this morning when I was putting in the school’s approved version.

I then sat down at my desk and watched the screen as it waited for me to log on. This screen was a blue abstract CGI that I think came with the laptop. I gave it my password, which, thank god, was still the same. A desktop that I hadn’t seen until my first class came back onto the screen. Behind the regular icons was a photo of “me” sucking someone’s dick as some other guy fucked my ass. And clearly, another person was there, since it didn’t appear to be taken by “me” or my partners. All our hands were in the shot. 

I hadn’t a clue who these men were since I couldn’t see their faces, which led me to create fantasies of who they were, where we were, and how I got into that position and situation. I went to my school’s mail and got the copies of the presentations. I then lived in dual windows as I copied and pasted what I wrote down, combining it with what I received until I had one copy of notes for each class. In the process, I accomplished a review and read over. Aka, studying. I stretched before I stood up from the chair. As I wondered how long I had been sitting there, I bent to take a look at my system’s tray. 

Damn. It was almost ten. Was it too late? I left my room to find out how conscious Dad was. Maybe I would only end up sleeping next to him. It would be a little disappointing, but it wasn’t like I’d gone the whole day without getting any. I walked downstairs to find everyone in the living room with the tv flickering lights across that part of the room. Some of them were trying to watch it, while others decided they had other more important things to look at or work on.  

David was on his phone, which was on par, but it was in front of Adam’s face as he gave him a blow job. I was wondering how he could multitask like that when I heard him moan. 

“Oh yeah. Just like that bro.” I watched as he licked his lips, but his eyes never left the screen. “You look so fucking gorgeous.” To that, Adam closed his eyes and hummed or moaned a little before pushing his mouth down David’s dick. A dick that was poking out of the cock ring at the bottom of the V I saw at dinner. They were busy on one of the armchairs while Pastor Keyy and Dad sat on the couch, watching tv, while slowly petting each other’s clothed crotches. Yes, Pastor Keyy is wearing clothing. It was just a mesh pair of shorts, but it’s the most I’ve seen him in today. 

As I half wondered how many followers David had on his social feeds and if this was going out live, I questioned if Dad and Pastor Keyy did anything with each other or if they just kept each other company but shared us, the kids. 

“Josh,” Dad said with a smile on his face when he saw me. He lifted both his arms in my direction. Yes, I sit on his lap, I reminded myself. I walked in his direction. “Are you done with your homework?” he asked as I knelt over his lap. 

“I didn’t have any true homework,” I told him as I settled over his thighs and remembered the worksheet that I had forgotten. I felt his hands on my ass right away. “I was just studying and organizing my notes,” I informed him as he pulled me closer until my knees started to wedge themselves between the cushions, and our cocks were forced to share the same space. 

“For two hours you were organizing notes?” Dad asked before he kissed my neck and sucked hard on that spot. 

“Ah!” I gasped out loud as I gripped the back of the couch on either side of his head and closed my eyes. I slid further into his crotch and followed the movement of his tongue along my skin. There was a small pop when he broke the suction that he created. Dad then planted kisses along my skin in a roaming pattern across my body before he aimed for my neck. He licked up the length of it and over my chin to end at my lips. We kissed with firm lips and persistent tongues as I started my love-hate relationship with his tight jeans. I moved my cock against, along, and around his that was trapped behind a button, a zipper, and denim. 

“Daddy,” I broke the kiss to whine as my senses ticked up a notch and wanted more.

“Yes Baby?” he breathed as I heard something coming from the tv and not caring what it was. I stopped being fancy with my hip movements and just butted my cock against his over and over again. 

“You’re wearing pants,” I complained, sounding like the needy boy I never thought I would be. “Ah,” I moaned when a new hand pulled on one of my nipples. I opened my eyes as I turned my head to see that the hand belonged to Pastor Keyy as he twisted my piercing a little. He had turned sideways, so a leg was folded in front of him on the cushion. While Pastor Keyy played with me, he was jacking his cock that he had pulled out of his sheer shorts. My breathing picked up as I watched the show of his hand taking its time moving from one end of his cock to the other as what was left of my brain tried to dissolve the jeans my Dad was still wearing. 

“Do you want Fedrick to come to bed with us?” Dad asked as he moved his hands down the back of my briefs to dig his fingers into my ass cheeks and pull them apart. 

“MMmm,” I moaned happily while closing my eyes and continuing my humping. 

“That sounded like a yes to me,” Pastor Keyy said. I didn’t feel like correcting him. 

“Then we’re tuning in,” Dad told whoever. 

“AH!” I shouted as my nipple was pulled out of Pastor Keyy’s fingers by Dad standing up. I quickly latched on to him to keep from possibly falling as I tried to understand what was going on. 

“Meet up with us once you have said goodnight to David and Adam,” Dad told Pastor Keyy as he started to leave the living room. Now with my body on alert, I saw what was playing on the tv. It was the news. A new club opened tonight, and there were rumors about which celebrities had been invited and who might be performing for their opening night. I didn’t recognize any of the names, so I turned my attention towards the man who was effortlessly carrying me toward the stairs.

“I can walk,” I told him as I did nothing to throw him off balance. My arms stayed wrapped around his neck, and I tried to keep my legs in place around his waist and upper thigh. 

“I don’t get to carry you that much and soon I won’t be able to. So let me have this Baby,” Dad told me as he shifted his arms to under my ass and held me close. I wasn’t expecting that answer. 

“Is something wrong?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking. He slapped my ass lightly as he continued up the stairs. “Dad?” I asked him as he stayed quiet. He walked us to his bedroom and flipped on the lights, giving me about three strides to take in my surroundings before I found myself deposited on his bed. I continued to look around, taking in the things that had mostly stayed the same, along with the changes, until movement caught my attention. 

Dad was stripping in front of me. The cuffs attached to the foot of the bed that held my attention a moment before were pushed to the side as I watched Dad pop the top button on his jeans. Once the zipper had been lowered, he pulled his cock free, and I didn’t have to imagine the amount of relief he felt. I heard it as Dad signed and rubbed his plump organ for a bit before starting to push his jeans down his legs. 

I felt pulled to him and fell to my knees to crawl forward to help him. I was going to pick up from where I was stopped earlier. I thought this as I felt his hand on my shoulder that he used to steady himself while I pulled him free of the jeans. Once that mission had been completed I skimmed my hands up over his calves and thighs. I zeroed in on a cock that was almost as long as my forearm. My lips met the wet tip of it before my fingers got to its base. I shivered when I heard Dad grunt overhead. I slipped the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked on it before trying to slide down further. He buried both his hands in my hair, on both sides of my head, as he anchored himself to something. His voice was a little shaky as he moaned my name. 

“Josh,” he panted a little. “How can you feel so different and mind blowing every time you do this?” Dad managed to ask before I found a spot on his cock to play with that had him up on his toes during my little assault on it. I amazed Dad and myself as I discovered my ability to keep swallowing his monster of a cock. He slid and slid until I stopped and tried to breathe around his intruding mass. I kept myself from panicking when my lungs didn’t fill as quickly as I was used to. I was able to detect the slow intake around Dad’s dick. To keep him from getting bored or starting to fuck my throat and making it harder for me to breathe, I started to slide my tongue along the underside of his cock. I felt his dick as it became the endpoint for a whole body shiver. I moaned as my dick bobbed in understanding. I now moved forward again as I tried to see how far I could sink him into my throat. He was already there, but would I actually be able to reach his pubes before I choked? I was ready to find out. 

I moved just another inch at best before Dad’s cock completely blocked my throat. I swallowed and coughed at the same time, and he swore over me before he held me still and started to pull his cock free of my body. I couldn’t stop myself from trying to swallow, repeatedly, as he pulled free. I felt the length of him sliding out of my throat until the head of his dick was heavy and dripping on my tongue. 

I was panting hard as I now opened my eyes to look up at him. Dad looked like he was trying to contain something as his body started to shiver, and it got more violent as I thought he failed. I puckered my lips and sucked on the head of his cock as my chest continued to heave with the act of giving my body more air. My nose flared as I closed access through my mouth. 

“HOLY FUCK!” he shouted over me as he pushed his cock into my mouth again and came. I sputtered for a few seconds until I was able to swallow all that I could. I was panting once more by the time we both stopped. “Get up here,” Dad told me when he was able to speak. I stood, and he pulled me in close. I thought that he was going to kiss me, but he licked my face in a way that told me that I had missed some of his cum. Then he kissed me. He pulled my body closer to his, and there was metal on metal as our chests collided. My cock was rubbed and crushed between our crotches and lower abs. 

“I guess I get to prep you for Fredrick,” Dad told me when he pulled away from my lips. I licked them before I finished swallowing what he placed in my mouth. As he looked into my eyes, I reached for his cock again. He was softer but not completely flaccid. I played my fingers along the length of it even as I stopped now and again to jerk it downward. “You are relentless,” Dad accused me a second later before turning me around to face the bed. I, unfortunately, had to let go of his cock since I didn’t want to hurt him. “You keep that up, and Fredrick will find me spanking that ass of yours instead of preparing it for his dick,” Dad said with a push on my back to get me back on the bed. 

One and a half steps later, I was lifting a leg to crawl onto his bed. 

Hello my name is Jason Scott I am 18 years old. I’m your average everyday teen I go to the mall, I hang out with my (mostly female) friends, and I engage in the current trends. I’m also a succubus, well half succubus on my mother’s side. That last part may have taken you aback but allow me to explain my certain predicament that stems from my mother’s promiscuous lineage. you see there’s no hierarchical structure in succubus society so there’s no set rules or guidelines for succubi that are roaming the earth. As a result hybrid births between humans and succubi are not unheard of; some of the most beautiful women throughout history are actually succubus hybrids. However, what is unheard of and extremely rare and almost one in one million chances is that of a male succubus hybrid. You see, due to the nature of their biology succubi are always born female (there is a male version of succubus called an incubus but we’re not focusing on them). 

I am currently being raised by my mother. The word raised is used generously here. She’s almost never home to do her line of “work”. were well enough off tho living in a two-story house. My father was some business mogul who I never met which explained our stated income. I have a lot of freedom as well being a succubus hybrid my libido is supernaturally high so I need to masturbate a ton. 

that’s enough about my succubus side I should describe myself. I’m kinda chubby, not obese but enough for it to be noticeable. I’m white but I have a bit of a tan, I have dirty blonde hair and thick lips my friends have called them dick-sucking lips. My waist is kinda thin compared to the rest of my body. My most defining feature however is my fat bubble ass. I have a lot of feminine features due to being a half succubus but my ass takes the cake (pun intended). it’s round, fat, jiggly, and soft. Due to my feminine features and only hanging out with girls, I was made fun of and bullied at a young age up until the present. the boys in my class would call me fat ass, slap my butt whenever I would bend down, and there were many gay jokes made at my suspense. I wasn’t really bothered by it though that was until a particular incident that would make things a more sexual turn. The awakening of my succubus powers. 

It was a few years ago and p.e. was my last class. I was getting dressed and ready to go home for my afternoon of jerking off and fingering when I was interrupted by Jake and a few of his football lackeys. Jake was this hulking offensive lineman. He was at least 6,8 300 pounds of muscle that was covered by thick fat but he wore it well. He was huge for a huge age towering even over the seniors. He had a reputation of being a ladies man and had a steady stream of pussy for whenever he wanted. ” Hey faggot I’m surprised you can get any pants that fit you with that enormous girly ass of yours” jake ribbed his lackeys laughing in agreement. ” Yeah you would know Jake,” I said, making fun of his weight. He did not take this well. Jake grabbed me by the head and brought me down to the floor. He was now sitting on my back facing my ass cheeks. ” you fucking cocksucker you think you can talk to me like that looks like I have to teach your faggot ass a lesson”. He pulled my pants off and started slapping my ass as hard as he could and his big hands mixed with his strengths really did a number on my ass. “YOU. DUMB. FUCKING. COCKSUCKING. FAGGOT” each word was punctuated with a hard slap. His friends were now all cheering and encouraging the ass beating I was receiving. 

I was wincing from the pain and sting of the slaps when something strange happened around me. I could see a pink aura that by the looks of the guys only I could see. Jake suddenly stopped his onslaught against my ass and said. “ you know what boys this faggot thinks he can walk around with his fat ass teasing us and shit well I say we show him what acting like a cocksucker gets him.” His friends rubbing their growing bulges in agreement. That’s when Jake lowered his shorts and got behind me he started to dry hump my ass while his friends started to jerk off. He was going hard and fast as if to send a message that he owns me now. “You gonna take this fucking dick today faggot I’m so fucking horny.” Then he jumped up and put his crotch in my face and then unleashed his huge cock it had to be at least 9 inches and cut. I tried to get away but he just held me down and closed my nose. Then I had to open my mouth. That’s when he shoved his huge cock down my throat. It was as hard as steel and hotter than the sun. he was fucking my face hard he was moaning and calling me names while he made me suck his cock. His friends were all jerking off around me looking like they were about to explode. It felt like hours as he plunged his cock into my throat but it was more like 20 mins. I could taste the precum and could hear his breathing get ragged he was about to cum “ FUCK IM CUMMING YOU FUCKING FAGGOT TAKE MY FUCKING NUT.”  his cock exploded down my throat and released what felt like a liter of cum into my throat. After he let go of my head I fell back and his friends started to cum on me one by one. He took a few pics and said if I told anyone he’d make sure these pictures got everywhere, then he and his lackeys left. 

I was able to get home without anyone noticing me. This was hard to do with the massive boner I had to hide. I was still taking in everything that happened when I noticed  My mother was surprisingly home. Being a succubus she could feel the sexual energy that I had just received. She explained to me the workings of a succubus and how I would have to feed off of male sexual energy in order to survive. She even demonstrated her shapeshifting ability (hybrids don’t have this). It was a lot to take in but there was nothing I could do about it. I just had to get used to my new succubus lifestyle. My story picks up a few years later where I’m looking for my next meal.

I was walking into a local park when I noticed a young Latino kid playing basketball by himself no one else was at the park.  He was slightly chubby, kind of stocky; he was wearing a stereotypical gold chain. He looked young but old enough to be in high school. I walked up to him to start up a conversation. He was really nice and forthcoming. He had a goofy smile on his face. I found out his name was Danny. After we chatted for a bit I went to sit on the bench while I watched him play. He was getting really sweaty and I could smell him all the way from the bench. I thought this would be the perfect chance and used my sexual aura ability to get him super horny. At that point, he stopped shooting baskets and I could see a visible bulge forming in his shorts. He looked at me and then started to walk over. “Yo why the fuck are you just starting at me you a fucking fag or something. I was taken aback by this change in personality. I knew my power changed people’s mannerisms but he was so positive just half an hour ago and now he was openly calling me names while pawing at his bulge with an angry yet aroused look on his face. I didn’t know what to say. I was stunned in silence when he caught me looking at his dick. “I knew it you’re a fucking cocksucker. I SHOULD PUT YOUR HEAD THROUGH THE FUCKING FLOOR! But I might as well use you since I haven’t busted in a while.” He lowered his pants and started dry humping my face. I thought he was gonna break my nose. That’s when he grabbed my hair and dragged me to the park bathroom.

He made me get on the dirty floor and was massaging his dick with my face. That’s when he fished out his cock and was slapping my face with it. I tried to get his cock in my mouth but then he slapped me. He said balls first faggot. That’s when he put his salty balls on my mouth. I started sucking and licking his balls while he jerkoffed on top of me. He began to moan and grunt. “Ya bitch suck those fucking balls” Danny encouraged. After a good 10 mins of me giving his balls, a tongue bath Danny told me to lick his taint. His stench was so strong but so good at the same time his musk was making me so horny he was using my hair as a rudder to control my head. After Danny got bored with taint licking he did something surprising. He got on top of my face and started to straddle my head. He got my lips right under his asshole. “ you wanna get at this cock then you better eat this ass too you fucking faggot. WORSHIP MY FUCKING ASS BITCH!” he was now riding my face while jerking off. In the years since I started doing this, I’ve never eaten an ass before. Hopefully, I get to do it more. Thankfully he was clean but his musk and sweat made the experience even more enjoyable. He was moaning hard now and cursing and calling me names telling me to get deeper in there faggot. Then I could feel his hole tighten up he then pulled me out from under him and stuck his cockhead in my mouth “ FUCK IM ABOUT TO CUM EAT ALL MY JIZZ YOU BITCH!” He started to cum hard in my mouth. I couldn’t swallow it all and had to let go of his cock then I was sprayed by the rest of his cum. By the time his orgasm ended, I was completely soaked. When he was done he just looked down at me with an angry look on his face he bitch slapped me then grabbed my phone he added me on Snapchat and said ill text you to be here again faggot then he left the park. 

I was able to clean up and head home. I quickly jerked off while the event was still in my mind. After I was done I went to bed hoping for another delicious meal tomorrow. 

End of part 1

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Please let me know what you think,  positive criticism only please if you have any suggestions or wanna see anything added to the story in the future let me know I’d be glad to hear them anyway to be continued.

when I was dating girls we went to this bar in Seattle. There are several private karaoke rooms and a big lobby with a bar and lots of people singing silly songs badly. Our friends warned us it was in the gay part of town. I didn’t care about that. I don’t live where there are any gay parts of town or any gay either. We just wanted to have some fun. 

There were lots of people there. It didn’t seem like a gay bar. And it wasn’t. It was nice. There was a group of girls out for a bachelorette party or something. Everyone was having fun. We spent a couple of hours in the private room. Just us 4. Drinking and Goofing around singing. When our reserved time expired, we were just drunk enough to get in line to sing a song in the bar in front of all the other drunks. That was fun too. “Don’t stop believing” by Journey. it was great. 

Why did that guy whistle when he walked past me in the bathroom? I’m in my late forty’s. I guess I look like a daddy figure to most of these guys in their 20s and 30s. I wondered how easy it would have been to follow him into the stall and make out. Maybe more. I remembered he was cute. Tall and dressed nicely. We took an Uber home and I forgot about the place. 

My boss gave me an assignment in Seattle for a week. I would be doing training in another branch there. I started thinking about the bar.

It took a while to find it. There is more than one karaoke bar in Seattle. I got lucky and remembered what the place looked like from the outside. The first night in town I called an Uber and headed over for a drink and to check the place out again. It was early evening so it was only half full. Mostly guys. I sat at the bar, looking around. There was a mix of guys to choose from. Older, younger, straight-looking, and very gay. I got hit on almost immediately. 

“Hello. I’m Charles. I work at the University. You seem like you might be looking for someone. Maybe I can help.”

Charles was a little older than me. Very well-groomed and polite. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for. I told him so. 

“Well, I have a vast amount of experience in all sorts of things. I am a professor. Maybe I can help you find what you’re looking for?”

His hand was on my shoulder. He was standing right next to me. He liked me. What the fuck do I do now?

“I think I’d be open to some training. I’m a little shy. It’s hard for me to talk about some stuff. You know?”

He was rubbing my shoulder and leaning in closer to me. 

“I like shy. How shy are you? Do much training would you think you’d need?” He squeezed my arm firmly. “This sort of training?”

I looked at his hand on my arm. I looked up at him. His eyes were staring through me. Not blinking. He squeezed my arm harder. I slowly nodded.

“Let’s use the restroom before we go.”

With that, he lifted me off my stool and pushed me back to the bathrooms. His hands were on my shoulders, directing me. He dragged me into a stall and pushed me back against the door. He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back. 

“You’re going to do whatever I tell you to. Aren’t you?”

There was a long pause. I was about to piss my pants. And not because I needed to pee. He was right in my face. He was waiting for my answer. I gulped. 

“Yes sir.”

He gave me a little kiss on my lips. Then back out the door we went.

His BMW didn’t look like one a college professor could afford. Neither did his condo. Before we got out of the car he tried to pull my jacket off. Well, halfway anyway. My arms were pinned at my sides in the sleeves. He left me like that as he walked around the car to open the door for me. 

“Get out of the car, bitch.”

Why was I hard? I guess he called it. He knew how to push my buttons. Maybe he does have the experience he claims. The professor is a smart man. He pulled my jacket around my arms tighter. We walked together up the steps and into the house. In the middle of the living room, where was a wonderful view of the space needle, he pushed me down on my knees.

“Stay there. I have some surprises for you, my little bitch.”

I fumbled with the jacket loosening it. I heard him rummaging around in the next room. 

“Would you prefer a ball or some tape for your gag, my dear?

Before I could answer, or bolt out of the house, he rushed back into the room and grabbed me. Keeping me down on my knees, he expertly lassoed a leather belt around my body. My arms were tucked in tight to my sides. He took my head in his hands. “Let’s start here.”

His warm wet tongue slipped between my lips. His mouth was on mine. He didn’t stop. Holding my head and kissing me like we had been lovers forever. I did my best to put up a defense. But I quickly gave in and let him roll his tongue around in my mouth. I was drooling. He was sucking my tongue and lips. My shirt was becoming unbuttoned. His was off. Under the conservative attire was an array of large, violent tattoos. He was almost completely covered in them. After what seemed like hours of kissing and molesting me, he took a ball from his pocket and popped it into my mouth. The strap looped around my head and buckled so the ball stayed put. 

He reached into my pants. His hand was gripping my cock and balls hard. “lets’ get to the fuck chamber. Ok?”

I slowly nodded.

I didn’t know these condos had a downstairs. The basement was dark and lonely. A room was set up like a guest room. A bed and a small dresser. On the wall was a disturbing painting of a woman hanging from a tree. Blood was everywhere. He had me kneeling in front of the bed. All my clothes came off. He squirted lube all over his hands. One of them he shoved up my ass crack. The other one was stroking my cock. I was moaning like a bitch.

“You love this, don’t you? If you are a good little whore, I’ll let you suck my cock before I fuck you just the way you want to be fucked.”

Just then two slippery fingers entered me all the way in. I felt myself release and cum all over the floor. I almost passed out. I let out a gasp through the tight ball gag. “Holy fuck!”

I’m kneeling again. My wrists were cuffed out to each side. One to the headboard and the other to the footboard. Facing the bed. He is sitting on the bed in front of me. My face is in his crotch. I guess I’m just happy to have that ball out of my mouth. He has tattoos on his dick too. His hands are holding my head, guiding me up and down. He doesn’t seem interested in coming any time soon. He just likes the feeling of my sucking mouth around his hard cock. My ass is wet and cold. The lube is still dripping out of my butt. I’ve never been violated before. He had those fingers up there pretty deep. I’m wondering when that will start again. 

I choked and gagged and drooled and spit cum everywhere. Coughing it out of my mouth. Some of it was dripping out of my nose. Fuck! He left me there, chained to the bed, while he used a towel and cleaned up. 

“That was pretty good. But you need a lot more practice, my dear.”

He was considerate enough to wipe my face clean with a towel. But then he began pushing the wet towel into my mouth. More and more. Until it was filled completely. Then a quick wrapping all the way around my head of clear plastic tape holding it in. Then the big surprise was a long fat butt plug shoved inside me. I tried to speak. I tried to cry out. I tried to beg for him to remove it. “Mummph! Mummph! Mummph!” It was much too late. 

“After I have a beer and a smoke, I’m coming back down here to fuck your brains out, bitch. You can think about that for a while. HA!”

I did think about it.

Back in the room with me, he asked if I was having a good time. I just stared back at him. Not knowing how to respond. Still gagged very well with the cum soaked towel. 

Was I having a good time? I’ve cum harder than I can ever remember. I asked to be trained. I’m certainly learning what it’s like to be a cock slut for a kinky gay man. I’ve had a big fat cock in my hands and mouth all evening. Is this what I wanted? Is this what I am? Who I am? “Mummph.”

I nod.

He is stroking my cock again. It feels good. Wet and slippery. I might cum again. Then it all stops. He wraps a thick rubber band around my whole package. Then around my cock. It’s tight and doesn’t feel all that nice. Standing in front of me, he wraps his hard cock and big hairy balls up in a similar fashion. He pops a couple of pills in his mouth and takes a drink of beer.

“Viagra. A double dose. Just for you.”

I guess he made love to me for a while. It was smooth and easy. It’s a good thing too. My ass wasn’t taking his cock very well. He felt me up, grabbed my nipples really hard, squeezed my cock, slapped my ass, pulled my hair, all of it. After I was well broken in, he started hammering me pretty hard. I fell forward against the bed, exhausted. But he didn’t stop. I think I passed out. I remember him finally cuming up my ass. But that’s about it. My wrists were sore from the leather cuffs. And all the rest of me was pretty sore too. But I felt… fulfilled? Ha! My slobbering mouth and tight little virgin ass were sure filled up tonight. 

There was some cheesecake waiting for me upstairs. There was an offer to take me home or pay for an Uber. I used my phone and already had one coming. He slipped a University business card in my pocket and kissed me on the cheek as I was heading out the door. It was 3 in the morning! I checked my pocket for his name. Oh yeah. It was Charles!

My brother, a year older than me, was the spitting image of our dad. He was butch and arguably ugly. Like, dad, he had a mean streak and loved bullying me. I resembled my lithe mother, nauseatingly often getting told I was too pretty to be a boy. I understandably was easy prey for Ryan, my brother. By the time I was thirteen, his favourite trick was smearing his fingers in his arse and rubbing his icky digits in my nostrils. My dad was not my protector in these matters, and as much as mom protested, my laughing father philosophically said that men had to learn to defend themselves. Dad revelled in Ryan’s continuous misdemeanours.

It was at this time, unsurprisingly, that Ryan’s luck ran out, and he got placed in juvie for five years on a theft charge. Traumatic as Ryan’s incarceration was for dad and mom, for me it was a relief.

Before Ryan’s departure, he had begun to sprout pubic hair, and his cock had started growing substantially. Nudity among the males in our household had never been an issue, and the spare bathroom with its enormous shower was the domain of the men. I always felt inadequate when I saw Ryan’s ever-increasing endowment. My hairy father had a large cock, and it became clear that Ryan would shortly become a chip off the old block. My hairless weenie gave me sleepless nights, and the teasing from Ryan did not help matters.

Selfishly, after Ryan’s abrupt departure, I revelled in the additional bonding that developed between my father and me. It was with a hint of sadness when Ryan returned to our lives a year earlier than anticipated due to good behaviour. Ryan only served four years of his term, and therefore, would spend his last year of school at home.

By this time, at the age of sixteen, my cock and pubes had flourished, and I no longer had to endure family mockery any longer.

As expected, Ryan now matched our father in physical endowment. The second change to Ryan was the licentious control Ryan displayed over me when we were alone in our room. Ryan always seemed to be fidgeting with his dick and acting in a lewd and suggestive manner. He always pawed at me or jokingly pretended to be a randy dog as he rubbed up against me.

Although Ryan’s behaviour never overstepped the mark, a seismic shift occurred one afternoon, when upon entering our room, I found Ryan scrolling through the pictures on my phone.

As my heart almost stopped, he suspiciously asked, “Why do you have pics of naked men, Robin?”

Looking like deer caught in the headlights, my head dropped in embarrassment as I stared at the floor.

“I always knew you were going to become a pussy-boy. Robin, in juvie the boys like you got abused by boys like me. Although we all preferred real girls when there is no real pussy around, there is no harm in a bit of practice, and practice makes perfect, as they say,” he salaciously expounded.  

If I naively assumed that being brothers, Ryan would not be ‘practicing’ on me, I was in for a shock. I, however, was more concerned about the upper hand this would give him in the household and shitting myself about the cost that his spiteful silence might incur.

“Please don’t tell mom and dad… I am not ready to come out yet,” I sincerely implored.

“Do you have a boyfriend, and have you been fucked already?” Ryan lustfully inquired before I began shaking my head negatively.

“Well, looks like you also need some practice,” Ryan lewdly informed me, with his eyes spinning with horniness.

“What do you mean? Ryan, you’re my brother!” I frantically reasoned.

“Jeez, Robin, when I was in juvie, I was amazed to find I was the only guy who had not fucked his younger brother. Besides, what are you worried about, falling pregnant?” Ryan guffawed before sardonically adding, “You are lucky that you didn’t go to juvie because your arse would have been like central station. You would’ve been gangbanged to death.”

As I watched in disbelief, Ryan dropped his trousers, and soon I saw his erect dick heading in my direction as I sat on my bed. After his hand gripped the hair on my head, I protested by veering my face to the side.

“You can protest all you like, Robin, but our folks will only get home in three hours. Before then, I am going to stick my dick in your mouth and you are going to suck my cock. Don’t play innocent with me faggot.”

I frantically tried to fight him off to no avail. Ryan was infinitely more powerful than I was, and soon I was on my back with him smearing his cock all over my face. Although I found the scenario unnatural, I inexplicably found the scene more and more exciting. After his fingers blocked my nostrils, I ultimately had to open my mouth and receive his dick. As I lay there, startled but turned-on, Ryan commenced skull-fucking me. Thankfully, his initial onslaught was gentle, but soon I began choking as he intensified his actions.

“Just relax your fuckin’ throat, bitch,” he yelled.

Overwhelmed completely, I accepted my fate and slowly began to relax. As his cock delved deeper, my throat started adjusting to the invasion, and I had become putty in his hands.

“Oh, yeah, cocksucker, I know this is what you want. Now do what you were meant for,” Ryan roared as his hands manhandled my head, and he plowed my mouth as I whimpered.  

After a while, Ryan surprised me by relinquishing my head. Then instructing me to get up, he lay back on the bed and demanded that I service his dick and balls. By now, I was comprehensively involved in our interaction and lunged onto his crotch rabidly. After allowing me initially to do my thing, Ryan shortly commenced controlling the situation as his authoritative hands commandeered my head once more.  

“Take it all, bitch, I want to go balls deep,” Ryan brutally intoned. With his knob lodged in my throat, his hands clamped on the back of my head solidifying his total incursion. I could not believe that I was coping and overjoyed when he gushed, “Fuck, you are a natural. Oh, Jesus, I have hit the jackpot. I’ve got my very own live-in fuck slut!” 

With my mouth full of dick, all I could do was grunt my gratefulness.

“When I cum, I expect you to swallow the family seed. But before that, I want you to lick my arsehole,” Ryan said as his hands gripped hold of his uplifted ankles.

When I commenced licking, the heavenly aroma of bum sweat assailed my nostrils. By now, I was so horny that I lapped at Ryan’s hole like a starving wolf.

The sounds he made as I did so were incredible. In between the grunts and groans, he exulted, “Fuck, you are the best bum-boy I have ever had. I never experienced this before in juvie.” 

In his excitement, Ryan began feverishly tugging on his cock.

“I am getting close… Oh, fuck, I am going to cum,” Ryan stammered.

Equal to the task, my mouth enveloped his dick as a steady lava flow began erupting. I never knew that strange I found the taste, it would become a lifelong addictive delicacy.

Once we got done, I lay on the bed next to Ryan as we regained our composure. A short while later, Ryan astounded me as he sensually began kissing me. It was heavenly!

When our lips finally parted, Ryan asked, “Are you okay with this, Robin?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“You do realize that I am going to fuck your backside tonight?” He smilingly asserted.

“Yeah, I’m your bitch now, bro,” I replied with a giggle before we again kissed.

That night, my brother took my cherry. Uncomfortable as it was initially, the pain was the most pleasurable agony I had ever experienced. Ryan was an insatiable stud.

Our afternoons after school, and evenings once my parents had gone to sleep, got spent having sex. Plenty of sex! Unfortunately, he was only able to spank me before our parents got home in the afternoons, as we had to be less vocal at night.

At breakfast a few days after our initial encounter, mum looked at our dad and asked, “Aren’t you happy about how well our boys have finally bonded?”

Ryan innocently smiled as I sat there with my backside tingling.

Oddly, dad had an insightful expression on his face as he agreed.

HIM:

I’m sitting here typing because he told me to. Don’t ask me why. Something in me is compelled but I guess my hard-on is a good indication of who is in charge now.

I never met anyone like him before. We had an instant connection and we fire up each other’s imaginations. Not to mention that he fires up dick so good that all I want to do is make it continue with him.

Originally, I just wanted to comment on his new story, but then he responded and we started talking about our work and experiences. After a few email volleys, things got a little too real…too heated up. He wormed his way into my head—I don’t know how. Now, when he’s trash talking my ass, my mind explodes. I’m completely enthralled by him doing it to me. He’s arrogantly confident, yet that only makes his allure even more addictive. I fear that someday he will bottom me totally.

Today I was so hard and hungry for him I was actually begging him to trash talk me to orgasm. I was surprised when he brought up cashing on me, while also surprised when my cock spasmed in my hand. I visualized him smiling…or maybe sneering.

you know, maybe one day, I will cash fag you

just so you can have that feeling

I know it’s not your thing, but maybe

for me

just once

I swear even though I had an orgasm reading that, so innocently said by him yet dangerously seductive too, I was ready to spunk again.

In our sessions, he talked about my submission with such an allure. Yet, the dominant side of me just can’t cop to it. Still, I am writing because he told me to in that session and his sexy alpha effect always lingers in my brain for a while. I’m imagining him laughing and smiling when he gets this; knowing that he’s mind screwed me again.

Tonight I let him trash talk me. No wait, I begged him. I never let anybody else do that but with him, it’s so mind-blowing erotic.

com’on faggot

good faggot

and

shoot for daddy

And, I was hard for more…begged for more.

One day will he fully take my ass? He’s already almost taken my brain. Is he going to turn me out into a total beta who has no desire other than to please him? Will he temptingly ease me into something more by cooing;

I know it’s not your thing, but maybe

for me

just once

Then, reduce me to a cash pig. I don’t know. All I know is while I’m typing with my right hand, my left hand is gripping my boner.

And I’m writing simply because he asked….

ME:

Fucker. I’m so in his head and he knows it. My former top dog, now just a tool I use. Twisting his mind like I’m twisting his nips. He just gets so hot for me and it’s not like I don’t know why. Piece of grade A Alpha is hard to refuse for a guy like him. He’s talented, I’ll give him that. His stories always go right to my junk, so It’s not like I don’t respect him. It’s just too hot a high to not do. So do him I must.

I logged on today to check mail and he was “write” there chatting me up. I had to chuckle. I wonder how long he’d been waiting. So I hit him back. He was horny…desperate horny, like the horny you see in a circuit boy on ecstasy. Gotta love a guy that is actually owned by his junk. He thinks it’s me, and it is, but his junk is my accomplice. Without it he’d be a zombie, with it he’s a prisoner.

So I start to chat him up, get in his head and clang around a little. See what I can stir up and cuz it’s me it takes no effort. He’s hot faster than you would believe and begging for more. So I trash talk him a little…just gently at first, but then harder. He’s my little beta, but I think one day I’ll be able to take him lower. What’s the 3rd letter of the Greek alphabet? Gamma? Yeah, someday I’ll make him my little gamma boy. Funny, at some point I just wanted to test him. See his reaction. I’d cash fagged guys before but that had been different. This one was more interesting, and I wanted to make sure he had a good ride. At one point I typed;

you know, maybe one day, I will cash fag you

just so you can have that feeling

I know it’s not your thing, but maybe

for me

just once

I swear you could actually feel his cock, balls, brain and mind all shudder at the suggestion. He thought of himself still as that top man inside, so the suggestion that he would fall even farther was too much. He may have actually shot then, but I just kept going. Trash talking him and drilling deeper and deeper. He was whimpering, I know it. His responses came so fast and short I knew he was about to lose it, so I fucking demanded he cum…and he did. Drained his cum, shot his cock, shorted his brain. I wonder how long after I let him go clean up he went back and spanked it again. God he’s such a fucking monkey for me. He’s just helpless when I talk to him. Will have to chat him up again after he does his homework. Yeah, I make him do that. Gotta pay the piper…somehow.

When I send this to him, I know what his reaction will be.

HIM:

Fuck.

I read what he sent and my head starts spinning.

There it is, that cool confidence in his sexuality and that I’ll totally fall into him. It’s like each time we connect, the heat gets even more intense. Each encounter feels like a descent and even if I wanted to stop connecting, I couldn’t. It’s not like I haven’t told myself to stay away. Promises made then, I see his email in my inbox. My dick throbs to read it and I want to feel him in my head.

He’s going to totally fuck me into submission and I’m helping him do it. I can’t stop myself. Each encounter another surrender to do something I never thought I’d do. Each time he eases me down lower.

I’d swear I’ll resist as he types those words to guide me down…

I know it’s not your thing, but maybe

for me

just once

Fuck, it’s just once….

THE END (?)

The nightclub was empty and lit with harsh fluorescent as the two police officers were dragged into the space. They had no idea of how long they had been held in the basement but the activity around them indicated that things were being prepared for the evening’s business. Bartenders were stocking up their supplies and cleaners moved among the tables with industrial vacuums. No one batted an eyelash or showed any interest in the two burly men; naked apart from bulging diapers, their arms held high up their muscular backs with leather straps, their only communication in grunts and whistles from behind the huge ball gags strapped into their mouths.

Officer John Evangelou knew that they were being taken towards the large cages that were suspended above the dance floor. He’d seen the terrified occupants of these display pens the night before and now knew that he and Ricky faced the same fate – a night of being jeered at by the club’s denizens as they helplessly soiled themselves with no way to hide or prevent the humiliation. His mind went back to the night before when he’d been forced to piss himself, take a dump in his uniform, and then orgasm in front of the baying crowd while they watched in glee as his ordeal was broadcast on giant screens and echoed around the club.

Even as he considered this his face grimaced as he actively clenched his arsehole in order to close the rubber expander lodged therein. As soon as he relaxed his sphincter the plug would gently open him up and he knew that it was only a matter of time before it became an effort to maintain any semblance of continence. He looked across at his partner and realised that, if he looked the way that Ricky Hernandez did right now, they were both in a lot of trouble.

Shorter than John, but wider and hairier, Ricky was visibly sweating as he waddled uncomfortably behind the goon who held the leash attached to his collar. The huge diaper, with the evil addition of the solid insert, meant that Ricky was unable to stand up straight or bring his legs together and so shuffled cumbersomely along, his brow furrowed as he too had to clench in order to maintain control of his sphincter. The fact that both men were forced into a wide-legged squat didn’t help them in their endeavours to remain masters of their own bodies.

Suddenly, as John watched, Ricky attempted to break for freedom. He reared back; taking the goon who was leading him by surprise and jerking the leash out of his hands. Screaming into the enormous ballgag, Ricky attempted to take off across the club toward the door where they had both entered their ordeal yesterday. The hapless officer crabbed his way across the dance floor but was quickly caught by the hired muscle and dragged to the ground. The Manager watched impassively as this occurred and then approached the two policemen as Hernandez was dragged back to his feet.

“That was very silly of you.” He tapped his lip thoughtfully. “I think we need to punish you for your misplaced exuberance, but… how?…”

“Oh! I know! – Those bulky diapers are all well and good but they do leave some things to the imagination and we don’t want that for you, now do we? I want everyone to know everything that’s happening to you without any doubt whatsoever. Boys!” He clapped his hands together gleefully “Fetch the special speedos!”

Officer Evangelou then had to helplessly watch as a screaming Ricky was bundled to the floor and the diaper ripped off him. He got a chance to see the tip of the expander but was more concerned when he saw the wiring that was wrapped around Ricky’s balls and cockhead and that disappeared into Ricky’s hairy butt. His partner was then wrangled into a pair of extremely stretchy, shiny briefs that clung to him like a second skin. A metal bar with cuffs at either end was produced and Officer Hernandez’ knees were forced apart and then secured so that he remained unable to stand upright when he was finally hauled back to his feet; panting with the effort of trying to resist the henchmen’s ministrations.

The Manager was as good as his word. Nothing was left to the imagination and John could clearly see the outline of Ricky’s – quite sizeable – dick; showcased by the glistening stretchy material. As Hernandez was turned away to be led, waddling, to the cage designated for him, John took in his fellow officer’s bubble butt; now highlighted in sparkly skin-tight Lycra. His heart went out to his partner. He knew that they would ultimately be taking a big dump in front of people in the cages but, for Ricky, there was nowhere to hide and his would be the more obvious loss of bodily function. Even as he thought this he, again, grunted softly as he re-clenched his butt to close the reviled expander.

One of the birdcages was lowered and Ricky was forced into it and the door locked. At the last instant, the goon managing this reached out and removed the gag from Ricky’s mouth. Officer Hernandez gulped in air and groaned as feeling returned to his jaws.

About 10 feet away John Evangelou was being locked into his own cage and he too found himself able to speak again. He had become aware that he needed a piss and that his guts were starting to feel a bit full from all of the paste they had been force-fed earlier.

“Please! Let us go! This is kidnap!” His cries fell on deaf ears as the cages were hoisted up to a height of about 8 feet above the dancefloor.

The Manager shouted to his team,

“Right! We open in ten minutes everyone and there’s a massive queue. It seems that word of you two has gotten around” He smiled cheerfully and removed a small object from his trenchcoat pocket. With a flourish, he raised it up and pressed two buttons on it. Immediately both Ricky and John reacted. Ricky felt an intense tingling around his cock and balls and John’s gut lurched heavily.

“I think it’s best to give them a warm welcome – they want to know you’re pleased to see them after all” he gestured and music flooded the club and the lights went down. Both John and Ricky were illuminated by spotlights on their cages. Evangelou called across to Ricky,

“Hang in there Rick – someone will see this and call for help!” Ricky’s quizzical look told him everything he needed to know – the music was too loud for him to be heard. His need to urinate and now also to poop had increased exponentially since the Manager had pressed those buttons on his mysterious device. Looking across the gap he could see Ricky’s panicked face and it took no effort to see that his partner’s dick was fully engorged and tenting the sparkly briefs obviously. He forgot to clench his butt for a second and a heavy fart, only barely muffled by the confines of the diaper, escaped him.

The doors had clearly opened. People swarmed into the club; heading straight for the bar and straight for the two exposed cops in the cages. Ricky closed his eyes in mortification as another surge of stimulation ran the length of his dick – causing it to jerk and throb in the tight confines of the speedos. Because of the height of the cage and the fact that he couldn’t stand upright, due to the knee spreaders, his priapic cock was on full display for those below him. He cried out as another surge hit him and he wrestled with his shackles in a vain bid to get his hands free and cover this embarrassment. The fact that all of the patrons were men and that they were leering so obviously at his manhood added an extra layer to his degradation and his face flushed red with embarrassment. Even worse he could feel the need to cum getting stronger by the second and realised that he was panting heavily and sweating like a pig.

Across the way, John was also in his own private hell. As the men surrounded his cage he found himself squirming uncomfortably as the need to piss grew exponentially more demanding. Unable to close his legs to gain relief and, aware that he was jiggling around obviously, the muscular officer locked eyes with a member of the crowd and shouted,

“Please! Help us! We’ve been kidnapped! We don’t want to do this! Call the Police!”

The crowd member laughed and shouted back,

“You ARE the Police!” Men around him found this hysterically funny and pounded the patron on the back while cat-calling the powerless officer.

“Nice dancing!” another one chimed in, in response to John’s ever-more frenzied squirming. He forgot to bear down on the expander and a gargantuan fart erupted from the folds of his crinkly diaper. This one was heard by those men standing around his cage and much cheering ensued. Evangelou’s cheeks burned red but he was unable to help himself as he felt a spurt of urine force it’s way out into the soft, puffy, fabric of the diaper. His bowels now felt ridiculously full and he had to groan with the effort to maintain control of the expander in his butt and keep his arsehole clenched shut.

The struggle to restrain both bodily functions was exhausting and the poor officer finally lost the battle and began wetting his diaper in front of the baying crowd. He had hoped it wouldn’t be obvious but the reactions of the men below him told him that his predicament was as plain as day. He peed and peed and peed – copious volumes of dark yellow urine were soaking into the diaper; bloating and staining it to the obvious enjoyment of those watching his distress. He felt that he might never stop, such was the urge to piss, and squatted helplessly as the warm, wet garment slowly became heavier and heavier.

All the while this was happening Officer Evangelou was struggling to keep his sphincter clenched around the expander. With the relaxation of his bladder; his bowels were also ready to empty and it was all he could do to keep up the fight. The, now massive, diaper sagged low on his hips as he bent low in the cage and fought to keep control.

“Help me! I’m shitting myself!”

John looked across at his partner for moral support but Ricky was lost in a haze of priapic lust – pre-cum flowing in rivers down his tented shiny briefs and staining them as the crowd around his cage egged him on to a gushing orgasm.

“Please someone! Ohhh! Nggguh!” John unclenched and, in the brief moment that it took for him to curb the flow, he felt a massive turd pass through the expander and push its way out into the wet diaper. The reaction from below told him that this hadn’t gone unnoticed – the crowd went wild as the back of his diaper distended under the weight of the enormous bowel movement. He noticed that a couple of the men had pulled their dicks out and were wanking furiously even as he lost control again and deposited another thick coil of shit into his sodden diaper. John felt the warm poop testing the limits of the swollen garment and entering every crack and crevice; nestling up and under his balls even as the diaper ballooned disgustingly around his loins.

“Please help me! I can’t… Nggguh…” No longer able to apply sufficient pressure on the expander; Officer Evangelou lost the fight. He helplessly squatted, frog-like, as the biggest dump he’d ever taken relentlessly pushed its way out into the bloated diaper. He tried to look away as below him men jismed onto the dance floor or cheered and congratulated him for his failure to hold his own shit. Inexorably he filled the vile garment; feeling the warm dump coat the insides of his thighs and continue to move around to fill every available space.

When he finally stopped crapping himself Officer Evangelou remained still with his head bowed low and tears sparkling in his eyes. He was utterly debased and exhausted and didn’t dare move in case the diaper, now definitely at capacity, lost its own fight to contain the disaster he’d created and started emptying his waste down his legs.

Cheers across the way told him that Officer Hernandez had succumbed and, sure enough, John looked up just in time to watch his colleague arch his back and pump wave after wave of cum into his sparkly, skin-tight briefs. The crowd went crazy.

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Looking at the clock on the wall, watching the seconds tick ever so slowly closer towards quitting time, Jax felt the frustration of expectation looming in on him. It was finally Friday, he had survived another mundane week of fruitless work. He yearned for his standing appointment with John tonight, in his own bed. 

John was doublelist hookup that became a regular Friday night event over the last couple of months. He was older, maybe ten years Jax’s senior. Jax had never been real picky about the guys he met, but John was a distinguished looking handsome man with hints of grey starting to show their presence in his sideburns and goatee. 

Earlier in the week, John had texted Jax inquiring about possibly doing something different this time. He wouldn’t go into much detail, except that he wanted to bind and blindfold Jax and that he had something special planned for him. Just the thought of being bound helpless and unable to see sent waves of anticipation ripping through Jax’s mind and body. He hastily agreed to John’s idea. 

That merciless clock finally made its way to four thirty and Jax was out the door and on his way home to prepare for his latest adventure. The house was presentable, he was clean and laying naked across his Queen sized bed when he heard John opening the front door. 

As planned, Jax was laid out on his stomach when John breached the threshold of his small bedroom to inspect the scene. With his eyes closed, Jax heard the other man shuffling slowly around the bed, giving an occasional grunt of approval before firmly smacking Jax’s ass.

“This will do nicely.” John affirmed as he slid a hood over Jax’s head.

Jax felt something soft wrap around his right wrist before his arm was tugged toward the the corner of the bed and secured nearly motionless. “Too tight?” the older man asked assuring that the binding wasn’t hurting his prey. 

Through the mouth hole in the hood “Nah, it’s good.” Jax assured his older friend. 

John repeated the steps for Jax’s left hand before smacking Jax’s naked ass one more time. 

“This is good.” John boasted. “Now, fold your legs up under you like you’re trying to kneel.” he commanded as Jax moved into what he assumed the position the other man wanted was. 

John repositioned him slightly before Jax felt what he thought was a cool leather strap being pushed between his thigh and his torso then around the bottom of his leg before it was cinched tight. Once Jax was strapped at both legs and hands, he felt like he was displayed in sort of a praying postion, face and arms down with his ass in the air and completely vulnerable to whatever John had planned for him. 

Excitement built in Jax’s mind as he laid prostrate and in the dark. John slid his fingers lightly across Jax’s skin building the energy in the room. Speechless, he brush stroked his fingertips down Jax’s spine, slipping them between the two rounded mounds of Jax’s ass

The sensation of John’s fingers tracing the valley of his ass sent a tickle through the bound man’s body making him squirm against his braces and sighing from under the hood. He felt a set of hands spread his ass apart wide exposing his entrance to the cool air. 

With access to Jax’s hole readily available, John pushed his bearded face in and flicked his tongue across the ridges of Jax’s cavity before thrusting his tongue deep into Jax. 

Rendered helpless, Jax thrashed his head and cried out noises of pleasure each time he felt his hole filled with John’s tongue. ‘This is way better and far less vanilla than I expected from him’ he though to himself. Jax felt himself giving into the pleasure he was feeling. 

He was quickly brought back to reality for a short moment when he felt cold liquid running down his backside and a finger working the lubricant into him before he felt the man moving around to get off of the mattress behind him. 

“Are you ok?” John inquired as Jax felt the weight of John getting back in the bed behind him. 

“I don’t know if I’ve ever been better!” Jax responded through bated breath. In reality, he really questioned the veracity of his words. He would be challenged to think of a time where he felt so completely euphoric. 

He heard more liquid being pushed through the bottle, but didn’t feel the impact of the coldness hit his skin. The bed wiggled at the weight of a man positioning himself behind Jax’s body. 

Jax moaned again when he felt a slim finger invade his cavity and start working around his muscle. The man moved in closer and slapped his cock on Jax’s ass before running it down the crack of his ass. Then all at once Jax was inundated with the familiar mix of pleasure and pain as the man pushed himself slowly into Jax’s middle. 

Jax fought against his restraints as his body tensed and squirmed in the rush of his pain and pleasure centers colliding and fighting for their command. He felt the man sliding inside him and he whimpered from his helplessness against the intrusion. 

His hands were locked into Jax’s waist, holding both bodies steady. He was taking his time, drawing out the first stroke in and back out, leaving the pain behind Jax and his pleasure taking over. Jax’s breathing was heavy and loud as he clinched his jaw, taking every slow inch inside him. 

At a gradual pace, the man picked up his gentle thrusts until they became faster and faster, impacting against Jax’s backside causing Jax and his bed to moan out against the motion. 

‘What the fuck?’ Jax thought to himself when a third hand touched his shoulder, ‘Both hands are still on me!’. 

With the steady sawing into his ass, he didn’t feel another person position himself next to Jax’s face. But he was inexplicably aware of a presence now. He heard John above him as he felt something push up against his hooded cheek. 

“Open up!” John commanded as he guided his mushroom head towards the mouth hole in Jax’s hood. 

The fear, the excitement and the gravity of his situation dizzied Jax as he instinctively followed John’s order. He raised his head slightly granting access to his mouth. The confusion and fear was overtaken by a need to serve as John’s familiar cock slid through his dry lips. 

Jax wondered to himself if he ever told John that his fantasies were filled with things like this being helplessly used by an unknown. It was listed right there at the top along with being in a threesome. 

His thoughts waned quickly and he was dropped back into ecstasy when the two men found a synchronicity in their combined assault on his orifices. Trying to moan, his sounds were muffled and resonated as a humming vibration against the cock filling his mouth. He was reduced to only whimpers of submission to the two others in the room. 

His attention was aroused back into the present when he heard the man’s deep voice call out his own impending release. “I’m gonna cum!” the man grunted. 

Jax’s mind centered on the voice more that the words it proclaimed. Deep and gravely, the man’s voice sent waves of electricity rippling through him. He didn’t care who it was, his baritone voice was like a sweet symphony to Jax’s ears. 

“Fill him!” John demanded from Jax side as the man behind him pushed deep into Jax and held his position. 

Jax almost lost his mind as the first of several pumps of the man’s cock swelled and relaxed inside him, timed nearly perfectly with a series of deep grunts and groans that he let escape into the air above him. The man didn’t move during his entire release, he unloaded all of his juices deep inside Jax. 

After several seconds, when the stranger was empty and his cock was starting to soften, the man withdrew himself and backed away from Jax. John followed suit pulling himself out of Jax’s mouth leaving an emptiness to consume both of Jax’s holes. 

He felt the bed shake around again as one or both men repositioned themselves before he felt fingertips lightly gliding across his back again. With a heavy smack to his already reddened ass, John mounted Jax and thrust himself into Jax’s center with out hesitation. 

There wasn’t even a hint of passion or gentleness as John pounded into Jax. John fucked him with shear lust, searching for his own release. The older man was breathing heavy as he worked himself in and out of Jax’s hole. Each time he bottomed out against Jax, he’d let out a soft grunt revealing his desire to find quick completion. 

With his mouth now unrestricted, Jax was groaning into his pillow as his channel was sustaining a relentless ravishing. Until this moment, he had been virtually unaware of his own desire for attention. 

He felt his own cock tighten against the skin of his stomach and thighs drawing his attention acutely to the tension of his own release. Lost in a furry of satisfaction, he felt himself throb twice before a slow stream of warm cum ejected from the slit in his cock and ooze down his bound legs. He yearned terribly to be able to milk his own orgasm out, but the straps wouldn’t allow him access. 

He groaned out in frustration feeling both satisfied yet unsatisfied in his orgasm while his shaft convulsed underneath him. 

Feeling Jax’s sphincter tightening against his cock, John slowed his pace for more of intense sensation from the pulsating restriction around his shaft bringing himself to the pinnacle of ecstasy. Both men’s moans, at the peaks of their erotic pleasure filled the small bedroom. 

John slowed even more, crying out as he shot streams of cum deep into Jax, backed up by the primal grunts and groans of a victorious hunt. Jax could hear the exertion in John’s heavy breathing when he pulled himself out leaving Jax gapping, folded and still bound. 

The seconds passed as Jax came down from his euphoric endorphin high. He realized that he was not being freed from his bonds and he hadn’t heard John make a sound since his last pleasured moan and a few breaths of recuperation. 

Jax had no way of knowing that the two men were knelt at the foot of his bed watching with kinky enthusiasm as cum leaked from him and puddled on the sheet below. He called out for John hoping that he wasn’t left exposed and unable to free himself.

Jax’s mind started to fill with fear and humiliation before the man unknown to Jax snickered a little at the dismay that Jax exhibited in those final moments. 

Knowing that he hadn’t been abandoned gave slight comfort to Jax, though he was still unsure what was going on in his temporary blindness. His mind raced at the possibilities. ‘Could there be another?’ he wondered, maybe even hoped. 

After a couple of minutes that felt like days to Jax, he felt his arm involuntarily move as John started to release him from captivity. About the time his left arm was freed and tingling from the blood returning to its normal flow, he heard the sound of his front door open and close again. Jax pulled the hood off of his head just seconds too late and missed catching the identity of his unknown top. 

With both arms finally loose from their bindings, Jax leaned back to allow clearer access for John who worked on freeing his legs beneath him. Rubbing the soreness he felt in his shoulders and looking completely used up, Jax collapsed onto the bed when his legs were loosed. 

John sat next to Jax and rubbed his hand over Jax’s well used ass and up his back. “You did good. See ya next week!”, he asked. 

“Absolutely!” Jax confirmed with an exhausted smile.

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My thoughts and memories often return to my youth and my discovery of my sexual feelings, I was much younger, my best friend Billy lived 2 doors down, we grew up together, and you could always find us hanging out together. We often spent overnights at each other’s house especially during our summer vacations from school, we were always supervised by either his parents or mine. One year, our parents decided they would go on a trip to Billy’s lake house for the weekend, it was only about 2 hours away and our parents thought we could stay home as long as we took care of each other and made regular cell phone calls to them so they knew we were ok. Wow this was a first, and we both couldn’t wait to explore our new found freedom.

Neither of us had any intentions other than to hang out and watch some risqué movies on Billy’s cable. Being young and horny as hell we searched for the most sexy actresses that would be on this particular weekend we penciled in several times and stations we would be ready to tune into when the time came. We were busy killing time playing cards on the couch waiting for our first choice movie that was on at 10 pm. Billy’s house is always cool, and his parents keep these large quilt style fleece blankets on the couch. Billy and I were sitting on the couch playing cards and we were both under this king size blanket.

Around 9:45 Billy said he was going to make some popcorn and he’d be back soon and he asked me if I wanted anything to drink, I jokingly said a beer. He got up from under the blanket and headed to the kitchen. Not thinking I was wearing a pair of very tight blue jeans, although it was cool, I was hot under the blanket, in Billy’s absence, I felt the need to free myself, so I unzipped and pull out my dick, after all I was covered with this nice soft fluffy blanket. The softness felt so nice on my soft but hardening cock,

Knowing I would be free if the movie got sensual.

Billy came back and slid under the blanket, he scooted over so we could both reach the popcorn, and to my surprise he brought 2 beers, which we giggled and began sipping, neither of us ever really drinking beer before other than a taste. The movie began and after about a half hour it wasn’t going anywhere, Billy began switching stations, and low and behold a porn station was on and unscrambled, so what the heck we kept it on there, I was hotter and hornier than hell and I could tell Billy was too. I could see he moved both hands under the covers and I could easily slide the soft fluffy quilt underside back and forth over my raging hard on without him noticing. We spoke briefly on and off mostly about, look at those tits and asses.

I then said hey I could really use another beer, but Billy wasn’t quick to get up, and I knew why, he would have to reveal his hard on. Shortly the remaining popcorn accidentally tipped over, spilled and the extra butter was headed for the blanket and the couch cushions. Billy panicked and grabbed the bowl and yanked the blanket to the floor to keep the mess from getting on the couch cushions, and you guessed it my raging hard on was sticking straight up in the air out of my unbuttoned belt and fly. Billy’s hard on was purely visible through his sweat pants and we both blushed and covered up, after a quick clean up, we both sat quietly and then I began to giggle and Billy did to, releasing the tensionus moment.

With that he got back up and brought back 2 more beers, and we sat blanket less on the couch, watching the fuck flick, suddenly he said if I felt ok, he wouldn’t mind if I wanted to take off my tight pants and relieve any tensions and he said he would also, if I didn’t mind. We had been friends for so long, this incident was just innocent fun, so we did, before I knew it he was butt naked wanking with his sweats down at his ankles and I was doing the same, soon I realized he was watching me more than the movie, and I was doing the same. Simultaneously we moved toward one another and began stroking each other, he asked if I ever thought of doing this before and I replied “only in my dreams”.

You see Billy has a swimmer type body, basically hairless as his pubic hair was very fine and blond, mine was thicker but darker brown, we were both in good shape with hard flat tummy’s. We began massaging each other, and admitted we’ve both been thinking of each other since about 12 or 13 when we both decided that’s about when we started jerking off, so we were so enthused with how we both felt about each other that we felt we wasted a couple of years that we could have been fooling around with each other.

A few more beers later, we tried to suck each other, not knowing what we were awkwardly doing we went back to jerking, we searched the porn channel for blow job movies and used them as educational. Soon mom and dad called and said we missed our 10 pm call in, and they wondered if everything was ok, they said it’s almost 11 we’d better be off to bed. So without arguing we both headed to bed and tried our blow job skills again. Wow we both splashed our cum into each other’s faces exploding quickly after pulling out from the mouth. I thought this orgasm was the biggest bestest thing I’ve ever felt. And we repeated it over and over, at some point we fell asleep, and woke up at about 9 am, and decided to try butt fucking, again we learned and taught each other as we tried and both failed and succeeded at things.

We continued our encounters whenever we could get away with it till we both went away to separate colleges.

We met up a few Christmas vacations later and went out for beers, yup we wound up at a motel, and it was if time never passed, he knew what I liked and I knew him. That was the last time we met up for sex, as shortly after I saw him at his engagement party at his parents’ house, I was disappointed we would never meet up for our sexual encounters again, but wait, I suddenly saw and figured out his fiancé was a guy, now I think I was more hurt, till he introduced me as his to his fiancé as his first, and all he knows and does is because of me. His fiancé gave me a kiss and said what a great teacher you were, I love my Billy especially in bed. Thank You.