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“Ugh,” Richard groans as soon as he walks through the door.

“Hey honey. How was your day?” Ben asks as chopped up some carrots.

“Exhausting,” Richard drops his satchel onto the couch as he walks to the kitchen.

He gives Ben a peck on the lips before grabbing a beer from the fridge.

“How was everything at the restaurant today?” Richard asks leaning against the counter.

“Everything’s great except I’m a little bit behind with the books,” Ben sighs.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Richard asks.

“You’re usually busy with work and I didn’t want you to stress about it,” says Ben putting the carrots in the boiling stew.

“You know I’m never too busy for you, right?” Richard whispers in Ben’s ear standing behind him.

He places his hands on Ben’s waist while pecking his neck.

“I know,” says Ben smiling.

“Good. Now bend over so I can fuck you,” Richard whispers staring at Ben in a rather lustful manner.

Ben quickly obliges as Richard pulls down Ben’s pants exposing his bare ass. Richard gets on his knees spreading Ben’s cheeks apart and sticks his tongue in between.

“Ahhh….” Ben moans as he felt his husband’s tongue flicker up and down his crevice.

He smacks one of Ben’s cheeks.

“Yeah baby. Eat my ass just like that,” says Ben using his hand to spread his one of his cheeks.

“Mmmh…..mmmh….” Richard groans with his face buried in between his husband’s ass cheeks.

“You like that babe?” says Richard.

“Fuck yeah,” Ben chuckles.

Using his mouth to lubricate his finger, Richard slowly thrusts Ben.

“Fuck babe,” Ben moans as he was now getting finger fucked.

Richard adds one more finger just for a few more seconds before pulling out the real deal out of his trousers. He spits on his cock lubricating it before thrusting into Ben.

“Ohhh fuck!” Ben and Richard both yell out in pleasure as Richard starts to work his way back and forth.

Ben’s face is pinned to the counter with his hands spread apart letting Richard take full charge of his hole.

“Ahh yeah. You’re so fucking tight babe,” Richard groans positioning his hands on Ben’s waist.

“Uh-huh…. Fuck me…” Ben moans while rolling his eyes.

*

The two men have now made their way to the couch completely stripped out of their clothes as Ben was riding Richard’s cock in cowboy position.

“Fuck yeah…. Fuck me babe….” says Ben stroking his cock.

The more Ben begged to be fucked the more Richard got more turned on. He loved it when Ben was acted like such a slut. A slut for his cock only. The way Ben gyrated his waist as he got fucked was enough to make Richard bust but just not yet as the position is changed as Ben lied on his back while Richard held his legs up. Richard was close to his climax as he drilled his husband hard and fast as the sexual chemistry between the two was quite intense.

“Babe I’m cumming, I’m cumming….” Ben moans.

“Yeah?” says Richard.

“Ahhhh!!” Ben shoots his thick load.

“Fuck babe,” says Richard watching Ben milking out his load.

“You almost honey?” Ben asks.

“Yeah, here I come. Ohhh fuck!!” Ben groans shooting streaks of his cum all over Ben’s body.

The two men lay next each other on the couch as Richard tried to catch his breath.

“You smell that?” Richard asks sniffing.

“Oh shit,” Ben quickly runs to the kitchen as soon as he hears the smoke alarm go off as Richard rushes behind him.

“God dammit, the chicken stew is burned,” He sighs turning to Richard.

“Takeout?” Richard suggests.

“Sure,” says Ben shrugging his shoulders.

Never have I ever been so royally sucked, fucked and manhandled than with Capt. Mason and his partner, Erik. If there’s one thing that I love the most, it’s being tag teamed. I’m a versatile guy, the position depends on the other dude, but in group sex, I love being the bottom. I like seeing multiple guys get off on my body, it’s one of the few times I can just be a total slut.

I’m lucky enough to have that wholesome, boy-next-door jock look that a lot of guys, including me, are drawn to. I was still in the military reserves and hadn’t gotten out of the habit of keeping my hair short and tight and my body in prime condition, so my look also screamed military. Being from the Midwest, a jock and military, for a long time the uber masculine stereotype was pounded into my head which led me to believe a real man was always a top. So, that’s what I was for a long time until I finally submitted to my curiosity and realized it takes just as much testosterone to be a bottom as it does to be a top. But for some reason, being with more than one guy at one time, the idea of men using me or the idea of me; masculine, muscular, athletic, military; to bring pleasure to themselves did something to me that made me seek that out. I liked to come off as rough and tough but if I thought I could get in a situation where I could be used, I’d take it.

I went straight from active duty into the reserves and became a personal trainer which seemed the right direction to go since all I did while serving was work out constantly. It was the thing I was best at. The gym I trained at was near two major bases, so it had a high military client base. Every day I got to train myself and others while feasting on muscular, overly masculine, military boys all day long.

Capt. Bill Mason came in to work out every day after work. He was one of those guys my eye went directly to when he walked in a room. I always got the butterfly feeling in my gut when I saw him walk in and say hello. He was movie star handsome, jet-black hair, chocolate eyes, olive skin, tall and built. His fatigues were tight against his body, tailored to his form, combined with his black leather combat boots made him look like a bad ass. He had a cocky sneer all the time, his upper lip always curled up on one side. It was fucking adorable. His demeanor was very alpha and intimidating, not a lot of smiling but when he did, his teeth were dazzling white.

His partner, Erik, was a Nordic god. The tall blonde accompanied his Army partner most of the time. He was a civilian but worked on post as a physical therapist. His body was carved out of ice; sleek, smooth, hairless, ripped muscle. His eyes were iridescent blue, and his face was almost pretty, high cheek bones, angular features, cleft chin. He wasn’t as intimidating as his partner, easier to talk to. When I saw them together, it was clear the captain was in charge. When it came to deciding who was hotter, Capt. Mason had the Superman/Clark Kent thing going on and Erik had the Thor- God of Thunder look so it was hard to decide, so why even try?

I played coy with them for a few weeks. I knew they were gay; they were too pretty not to be so my gaydar was pinging off the scales. I, however, worked in a profession that frowned upon openly gay personal trainers, so I kept it on the DL. I learned to be good at it from my time on active duty, always had to hook up discreetly. But as time went on, and as I began seeing them every day, we became friendly with each other. Bill Mason was always very direct and somewhat flirtatious. I’m pretty sure they caught on to my attraction to them after a short time because I failed to always keep my eyes off the prize. I couldn’t stop trying to catch glimpses of the two while they worked out and they knew it or at least suspected. Erik was more flirtatious and after a while I would flirt right back.

My perfect sexual scenario came about when I was leaving the gym after my last client of the day. Bill and Erik were also leaving. We struck up a conversation in the parking lot and out of the blue, Bill asked me to have coffee with them. It wasn’t really a question, more of a demand, but he delivered it in a nice way. From past experience with alpha males, I got an inkling of what was about to happen so, of course, I agreed.

I met them a few blocks away at a Starbucks. We sat outside in a private corner and made small talk. I could tell they were trying to read me. I didn’t think they were 100% sure I was into guys but pretty sure. There was a lot of speaking in code, trying to see if I caught on to some of the gay vernacular. Bill did most of the talking which made sense. They did nothing to hide the fact they were a couple, and I didn’t act like I didn’t know either.

“You mind if I ask you a personal question?” Bill asked me, chewing on the end of a straw.

I knew where this was going, and I loved the cat and mouse play. “Shoot,” I shrugged.

“We have a bet going on and we want you to end it once and for all.”

I smiled and said, “Ok, no problem.”

“Erik thinks you’re straight and I think you’re not,” Bill stated with a wink. “He says you’re just one of those straight guys who flirts with gay guys to build up their own your ego.”

Erik rolled his eyes at Bill. I laughed and sat back, crossing my arms. I love this foreplay. My dick was stiff.

“Well?” Erik asked.

I pointed at Erik and said, “I do flirt with gay guys.”

“See, told you,” Eric said pointing at Bill.

“Because I like dick.” I added.

“I was right,” Bill said confidently and condescendingly to Erik.

“Oh please, you think every guy is gay,” Erik said while rolling his eyes.

“Not EVERY guy, just the pretty ones,” said Bill with a big grin. He looked at me and smirked. “You’re way to pretty to be straight. Besides, I’m always right.”

“Is he always right?” I asked Erik.

Erik rolled his eyes again and sighed. “Yeah. And he let’s me know all the time.”

I laughed while Bill gave him a consoling pat on the shoulder. “Babe, face it, your gaydar sucks.”

“Fuck off,” Erik chided and then turned to me. “You don’t come off as gay at all. He said you were teasing us.”

Bill chuckled and looked at him and said, “I can always tell.” Then he looked at me and said, “I knew after the second time I saw you. Damn, that ass,” he complimented my best body part with a growl.

“The second time?” I taunted.

“Yeah. The first time, you were blank, I couldn’t read you. The second time, I watched who you watched in the gym. You had your eyes all over that other personal trainer, the half-Asian kid. The really hot one.”

I knew exactly who he was talking about and yes, I was always staring at that hot piece of straight boy ass. Jeff was a compact, rock hard, little dude with the most fuckable ass but alas, straight as an arrow. I was in love with that boy, he was ripped and hairless and adorable. I wanted to fuck him so bad. He knew I was crushing on him.

“Jeff?” I questioned.

Bill nodded his head. “Yeah, Jeff, that’s the one. He’s a hot little fucker.”

I nodded my head, bit my lower lip while smiling and wagged an eyebrow.

Bill looked into my eyes and grinned. “You slut. You fucked him, didn’t you.”

“Nah, I wish. But not for lack of trying,” I added.

“Really?” asked Erik. “Do tell.”

“Jeff knew about me. He figured it out because I was very flirtatious with him. He didn’t care. It fed his ego. We were drunk one night, partying with some other trainers from the club, and he put his arm around me and slurred to me, ‘Dude, if I were gay, I’d fuck you.’”

“There you go,” Bill pointed out. “That’s when you strike. That’s when they’re most vulnerable, they’re curious and drunk and their inhibitions go down and Bam! You’ve just had sex with a straight boy.”

“Right?” I agreed. “That kind of admission is just his subconscious becoming conscious for a few minutes and that’s my que to introduce him to cock before he sobers up. I laughed and told him that ‘YOU would be the one getting fucked every day, pretty boy.’ The poor kid looked at me shocked before both of us broke down laughing so hard. But then I said seriously, ‘No, really, I would fuck your sweet, little bubble butt whenever I want.’ In his eyes, I saw a spark of curiosity, some serious eye contact and I could tell he was contemplating it. But he either got scared or sobered up so, alas, the night did not end with him face down in the grass with my cock plowing his ass. I wanted to hold him down and rape that tight little butt.”

“Yeah?” Bill asked with sudden interest. “You’d rape the kid?”

“Depends on if he cooperated or not. He was a dick-tease, leading me on. He would have deserved it.” I winked and they both looked at each other like they were speaking telepathically.

“Well, that answers the other question we bet on,” Erik said.

“What question is that?” I asked.

Bill set his coffee down and smiled. “If you were gay, are you a top or a bottom?”

“Top,” Erik chimed in. Bill scoffed.

Eric gave him a frustrated look. “Did you not just hear him say he would ass-rape a dude? You owe me,” Erik told him and slapped Bill on the shoulder.

I looked at Bill with amusement, “You bet that I was a bottom?”

He raised an eyebrow. “I still do,” he said seductively.

I nodded my head, but my expression said I would never tell. I was teasing them.

“Wait,” Erik broke in. “Are you a bottom?” He looked at Bill with hope in his eyes then back to me. I knew what they wanted to hear.

I looked at him and then at Bill. For dramatic effect, I took a slow drink of coffee before setting it down. I leaned forward and quietly said, “Always in three ways.”

Erik choked and Bill let out a sly sounding, “Nice.”

I sat back and looked all cocky and proud. I had basically invited myself into a scenario that they had planned anyway. The couple that plays together…

“That’s exactly what we like to hear,” Bill said.

“Then we’re on the same page,” I said with a flirty wink.

“Rough?” Bill asked.

“Oh yeah,” I nodded my head slowly.

Erik asked, “What are you doing for the rest of the day?”

“Apparently, getting tag teamed.”

Bill sat up and immediately took charge. “We live about a mile away. Follow us.” Then he stood up, pulled up Erik and led him towards their truck. That move turned me on even more than the flirting. I fucking love it when a hot dude takes control and I love it even more when there are two of them.

I followed them to their first-floor apartment. As soon as we were inside, Bill was all over me. Erik was unphased by is partner’s aggressive behavior, like it happened all the time. Later, I would find out that it did happen all the time. Bill pushed me up against the wall, more like slammed me against the wall. His gestures were rough and overly aggressive. It made me a little nervous when he grabbed my throat and held it, spitting in my mouth and then kissing me.

Bill was a very dominant man. He used his size to intimidate and take what he wanted. His attitude was one that told me I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to come home with them, so no holds barred. And he was definitely using all the holds he had. I’m a big guy, average height but I weigh in at two-hundred-pounds of solid muscle. He was flinging me around like I weighed nothing. Erik kissed me too and he was aggressive as well but no where near as much as Bill. Bill was in this to conquer me, not to romance me. Little did he know how much I really fucking loved getting tagged.

I knew things were getting a little out of control when Bill pushed me face down onto the living room carpet and climbed on top. He was humping my ass with his beer can sized cock. He took enough time away from kissing my neck to give an order to Erik.

“Go get the shower ready,” he barked. Erik promptly turned and did as he was told. I didn’t know what he meant by the getting the shower ready but then I didn’t really give a shit at that moment. I had a fucking hot guy humping my ass.

“You’re a fucking hot boy,” he hissed into my ear. “You need to get fucked. Strutting around the gym, showing off that slutty ass in those leggings you wear, begging to be fucked. That’s how I knew you were a slut. Oh yeah, you asked for this.”

I was still wearing my training uniform, the corporate t-shirt and shorts but not for long. Erik came back and grabbed the waistband of my shorts and and pulled them off.

At that moment, I was scared but when I look back at it, I just get hard thinking about it. I have to say I can honestly tell you what it feels like to be raped because the next thing I feel is Bill ramming his cock into my unlubed ass! I felt like I had been shot up my ass. I screamed and I mean I screamed loud! I know their upstairs neighbors must have heard me, hell, any neighbors would have heard me. And it hurt like a motherfucker. I actually cried. He slapped his hand over my mouth and held still, deep inside me. I kept screaming into his hand.

“Shhhh…,” he whispered in my ear. “You’re fine, you’re fine. Relax that hole and it will feel better. You know the drill, slut.”

“Bill, don’t hurt the kid,” Erik said.

“He’s ok, he’s ok,” Bill whispered into my ear.

“Are you sure?” Erik questioned him. “He doesn’t sound fine.”

“It’s what he wants, it’s what he wants, right?” he growled in my ear. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. His hand clamped harder on my mouth as he began to slowly fuck me. And if I could have spoke, I know I would have said, “NO! It’s not what I wanted. Prepare to die!”

I was struggling but he rode my like a bucking bronco. I tried to push myself up, try to get him off me but he was bigger and stronger and at that point I thought I might die in that apartment. I was screaming obscenities into his hand. The more I struggled, the more he dug in harder.

“Shh, shh, shh,” Bill whispered. “It’s ok, it’s ok. Good boy. Don’t be a little bitch.” I tried to bite him but that didn’t work. It just made him more aggressive.

“Take my rape,” he snarled loudly.

I heard him but I was a little out of my body, looking down at what was happening. I looked up at Erik who looked down at me with grave concern but making no effort to help me. He seemed too scared to stop him. I also assumed he was usually the one in my position. He strikes me as the submissive type and these three ways was his only chance at topping for once.

“Hey,” Erik then said to Bill, “seriously, take it easy on him. You’re going to ruin him for me.” He then left the room, and I heard the shower start. Maybe Erik didn’t really have a concern for me.

“Pretty boy has a fucking tight ass,” said Bill, licking my ear.

I didn’t reply. I just let him go at me. He was bucking on me pretty hard. My hole still hurt but I realized that my dick was hard. I was basically getting raped, and my cock was stiff as a board. I wasn’t sure if I liked what was happening or what. I started swearing again, muffled by his large hand.

“Hey, hey hey,” he scolded. “You’re ok. Come on, I know you’re used to this. I’m going to cum in your ass so many times today. Get that hole sloppy wet.”

Now, I know I’m fucked in the head because I got harder. He was really getting off on me and some fucked up thing in my brain told me it was ok.

He added, “And you’ll come back for more because you’re a slut.”

Erik reappeared with a bottle of lube. “Christ, if you’re going to wreck him at least use some fucking lube,” he said with an angry sneer to Bill. Erik drizzled lube on Bill’s dick as he fucked me, lubricating my damaged hole.

“Damn, you’re a screamer, aren’t you, slut?” Bill said.

“Shower’s ready,” Erik called out. “Drag that hot ass in there.”

“In a second,” Bill said back as he rutted into me more before finally letting me up. His cock slipping out left a void that I was sure was never going to be the same.

I stood up and leaned against the wall on one hand, out of breath and very pissed off. I was coughing from all the yelling I had been doing into his hand. I felt my shirt being pulled up off me and then his hand grasping the back of my neck. He pushed my naked body down the hallway towards the bathroom.

“Hey, fucker!” I yelled to Bill. “We’re done here. Let me fucking go! I’m going home.”

He did not take kindly to that. He literally tripped me, I fell forward to the floor, and he mounted me and raped my ass again. Luckily, he had lubed me a few minutes ago so it wasn’t as bad but still, it hurt.

“Shut the fuck up, you stupid slut. Here’s what you came here for,” he snarled as he pushed my face into the carpet and gave me some violent thrusts. I really hated this dude at that second but try as I would, he was in control. And I was very turned on.

“Now, are you going to be a good boy and behave?” he asked.

I did not reply.

“Because if you do, we’ll treat you real nice. If you don’t, there’s more of this,” he threatened with a hard thrust.

“Why the fuck, dude?” I asked him with venom in my voice.

“This is what you want. Don’t deny it. This is how guys like you want to be treated,” he replied.

He pulled out and helped me up. His hand returned to my neck, and he led me into the bathroom where Erik was waiting in the shower. Oh my God, he was beautiful. He was so ripped, and his cock was so big, long and uncut. It was the first uncut cock I had seen in person. He was more beautiful than any fitness model or any underwear model for that fact.

Bill pushed me into the shower, into the arms of his god-like partner. Erik held me against him and then asked, “You ok? Bill tends to get overly excited with guys like you.”

“Like me?” I asked back.

“You know. You slutty gym jocks, slutting around the gym getting fucked by all the hot guys. You’re a dime a dozen,” he said with a cocky grin.

“Ok, first, I don’t slut around the gym and second, this is fucking rape, asshole,” I informed them defiantly.

“DUDE, dude, dude,” Bill said pulling my hair back. “you’re a fucking gym slut and you fucking know it. Besides, you’re still here, aren’t you? Stop bitching and put out!” Bill gruffly said to me before spinning me around towards him and clamping his mouth over mine. Damn it, he was a good kisser. Erik stepped up behind me and sandwiched me in between them. He was kissing my neck while Bill fed on my mouth. God, Bill felt good. His body was hard, and his hands were rough and calloused. They were focusing all their attention on me, and I loved it.

Slowly, Erik entered me from behind. I gasped at the entry and Bill looked into my eyes. I knew he loved to watch his partner penetrate another man. It was his thing. He was getting off on seeing my facial expression as Erik pushed into me. Bill stared into my eyes, his face so serious, so turned on.

“Good boy,” he said softly to me. “Yeah, you like that. So hot watching your big body get used.”

I moaned as Erik slowly made love to my ass. He was holding back but I didn’t care. I needed a little gentle fucking right about now.

“How’s he feel, Babe?” Bill asked Erik.

I heard a moan come from behind me, “Oh fuuuck, Babe. He’s so fucking tight.”

“Are you sure about that,” I grunted out with sarcasm.

“I’m surprised you’re tight at all, slut. I can imagine all the cock you’re getting from the club,” said Bill like the asshole he was. I was done trying to convince them I wasn’t getting cock from the club. Well, not a ton of cock, mostly ass.

“You were right,” Erik said to Bill. “This bitch is so fucking hot! I’m glad I was wrong for once.”

Bill chuckled. “I’m never wrong when it comes to guys like him. He only works in a gym because he likes muscle cock. Right?” he asked me before he kissed me.

“Right?” Bill asked again more forcefully.

“Yes,” I replied. The cock in my ass was so fucking good. Erik knew how to fuck a used ass.

“What was that, Slut?” Bill asked again.

“YES!” I exclaimed and then moaned.

“My turn again,” Bill announced before I was spun around and filled with Bill’s cock again. My eyes shot open wide, and Erik smiled at me.

He whispered in my ear, “He’s hot, huh?”

I mumbled, “uh huh.”

“Don’t know what it is or how he does it, but he knows how to pick them. Guys like you,” Erik told me before he leaned down and kissed me, drawing my tongue into his mouth, Bill’s tongue in my ear. Erik was so tall I had to go up on my toes to kiss him and that was sexy to me. It made me feel small and safe in his big arms.

I was being ravished by these two gorgeous masculine hunks and I wanted more. I was still relatively pissed about the rappiness of the start of all this, but I was starting to enjoy being controlled and manhandled by these two men.

It was a few minutes before I was spun around again and fucked by Erik. These two did this to me for a long time, had to be 20-30 minutes, back and forth, back and forth.

Suddenly, I was pulled out of the shower and pushed down onto my back on the wet, slippery bathroom tile. “Let’s take this to the bed.” Bill took my ankle, spun me around and dragged me to the bathroom door where he stopped, my ass halfway through the door onto the carpet. “Fuck it. Take you right here.” He raised my legs up over his shoulders and sunk his cock back into me. He pushed my knees to my chest and made out with me while he fucked.

Erik took me again in the same position, made out with me. I remember him being so handsome and masculine. His uncut cock felt amazing in my ass. He was gentler this time, probably recognizing how much fucking I had taken and need a break.

Bill wanted me again. He took my ankles and spread them wide this time. My legs floating in the air like a wishbone. In this position, I always felt like a real whore. When ever a dude fucked me like this, all I wanted to do was spread wide and let him use my hole.

Bill pushed my spread legs farther, pushed them back, raising my ass higher. I looked up and marveled at his muscular body, his big arms holding my legs out and he fucked me like I was a prostitute, and he was shipping out the next morning.

“Bitches love this position,” Bill smirked.

I couldn’t hold back anymore and grunted out, “Fuck me. I’m your bitch, dude. Fuck me harder.”

And he did. It felt so amazing, and I felt so proud of myself for enduring this harsh fuck session.

He sped up and looked down at me. “I’m gonna breed you.” And with that, he jammed in and threw his head back and howled. I thought the neighbors would hear that too. His body jerked and jerked, and I thought he was going to pass out. I felt his cock expand and gush after gush if warm sperm filled my hole. He lay down on my chest and kissed me, panting, heaving before he slid out.

Erik wasted no time at all. He got between my legs and fucked me the same way. I wanted this one to last because looking up at him and watching him pound away at my ass was like a dream. A dream I never wanted to wake up from. I rubbed my hands over his 8-pak as it flexed with each thrust.

“Where do you want it,” he asked me suddenly.

“Where do you think, fucker?” I said back to him.

He slid in all the way and held in his scream. His face turned bright red, and a vein popped out on his forehead. I felt a few volleys of cum shoot in and mix with his partner’s. He started to pull out, but I grabbed his hips.

“No, stop. I got to cum with you inside me,” I panted.

“Ok,” he said softly. He gently fucked me again and then sped up as I jacked my cock. It didn’t only take but a few seconds and I shot up over my head and on my face. I kept shooting; my cock head was so sensitive by now. I was convulsing with each shoot.

I pulled him down and kissed him until he finally pulled out. His kisses were romantic and sensual. I felt like I could stay and let him fuck me all night.

They helped me up and told me to take a shower. I took a short one and found my clothes laid out on the bed. As I put them on, the two studs came back into the room. Each wearing a pair of boxer briefs.

They brought me in for a 3way kiss. Bill broke the kiss and softly stroked my jaw. “You ok?” he asked with genuine concern.

I saw his eyes were different then they were for the past hour. No fire in them.

“Yeah. I will be.”

“Sorry about the roughness and the shit. I thought we might be on the same page when it came to this.”

“Yeah, we were on the same page…until you got all rapey.”

“Yeah, babe,” Erik chimed in, “you were more rapey than usual.”

Bill shrugged his big shoulders. “You liked it,” he said matter-of-factly to me.

“Mmmmm… I wouldn’t say that…,” I was saying until Bill cut me off.

“You liked it,” he said firmly.

I just stared into his eyes. I was silent and defiant; my face was stone cold.

His expression changed, more serious. He stepped closer to me. “You’ll be back.”

And I did go back. We became occasional fuck buddies, the three of us. Bill never tried to rape me again, but he was still aggressive. Erik was aggressive but also passionate. What started out as a fucked up 3way turned into an exciting, erotic experience. Bill opened my eyes to what I didn’t see before that I was strong enough to take on an alpha on full strength and that I really enjoyed being manhandled and controlled. It was something that repeated off and on for a while, me always the bottom and always the slut.

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He tilted his head back to be able look up into my eyes as his lips wrapped around my inflated knob. Looking down to meet his gaze, I gave him a hint of an encouraging smile, the warmth and wetness of his sweet lips enveloping my cock head. He started to play his tongue around the cock head, sending shivers throughout my body. I watched his green eyes gazing up at me, filled with lust. I reached down and grabbed his longish dirty blond hair, arching my back, pushing into his mouth.

He swallowed. Halfway down my shaft, he stopped and I felt him push back against my hand which as pressing on the back of his head. But I pressed harder, my eyes locked into his, communicating to him my need to go deeper. I needed for him to take the whole eight inches. I needed to feel my cock head penetrate his throat and feel its vibrations. I needed his hot breaths inside my thick bush. I needed his warm lips pressed hard around the base of my rod. His eyes started to water as he struggled. I knew that swallowing my cock is not an easy feat, but it could be done, and I was insistent.

I planted my feet firmly onto the carpeted floor, my toes curling for better traction, and I held his head with both hands. Still looking down at his upturned face, I thrust in, hard.

As my cock forced into the back of his mouth, his eyes bulged out, showing their greenness. Spit drooled out of his mouth as he opened his jaws wider. His nostrils flared as he tried to breathe, coughing, with my cock head blocking his throat and snot starting to seep out of his nose, covering his upper lip.

I kept the pressure, loving the sensations emanating from my buried cock. Three more inches and I’d be balls deep. As I watched his face, I noticed his eyes starting to glaze. But that didn’t stop me. He had to swallow it whole, all the fucking way. He just had to.

I wasn’t really a power top. As much as I enjoyed lips pressing around the base of my cock shaft, I seldom forced myself onto my partner. I knew quite well how difficult it was to swallow eight inches. I had been able to do it a couple of times, and it was hell on my throat and jaws, but it had been so rewarding, and I wanted him to experience this.

But now, as I looked down at the kid’s pretty face, his eyes begging for release, his gurgling and sputtering getting louder, I just needed to bury balls deep.

With a huge thrust, grabbing his hair tight, I finally buried. He choked and coughed loudly, his fingernails digging into my hairy thighs as I pushed and grinded against his face. His eyes got even wider, tears starting to stream down his cheeks onto his fuzzy beard. My whole body shook at the vibrations of his throat massaging my knob and I grinded harder, smashing his nose into my cotch and inside my thick pubes. I kept my eyes fixed on his face. His eyes went from wide open to half-closed as he fought for breath.

It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds of throating him deeply when I felt his grip on my thighs loosen, his body slumping, his lips slacken. Spit mixed with snot dribbled down his chin onto his bare chest, glistening. I realized that the kid was not able to take more.

I quickly pulled out, fisting my slimed cock, dripping with spit and precum.

He dropped down onto the floor, taking in loud gasps of air, clutching his throat with one hand, his spit dripping down into his lightly hairy chest patch, already wet with sweat, his chest heaving with every forced breath he was able to take. I loved the way he looked, though, after deep throating me, with his face and mouth all wet and covered with gunk. Very few had done that, and I knew that he had choked nearly to death when I pushed my cock down his throat.

I reached down and pulled him up to kiss his slimed lips. He was able to murmur something about how huge my dick was and how I had forced it down his throat. I pushed him back down on his knees and rubbed my wet cock all over his face, the dimples in his face cheeks, the cleft in the middle of his chin, the red lips. He moaned under my cock, pushing his tongue out to lick on my hairy balls. I could feel his body shaking, whether from the trauma of swallowing my cock or from the lust of wanting to do it until he could draw out my sperm, or possibly both; the kid was quivering like a leaf, on his knees, his tongue slurping up from my balls to my cock shaft, under the knob, working the sensitive area which made me weak and shaking as well.

Arching my back, I enjoyed his ministrations. It had been only an hour ago that I had let him into my place. It had happened when I was sitting on the couch after taking a shower, in my bathrobe and jockey short. Out of nowhere, I had felt something stuck in my throat. I had started to cough loudly, when there was a knock on my door. When I opened, I was greeted by the cutest boy ever, green eyes, loose white I-shirt, low-hanging tight jeans cutoffs, sandals.

He had a concerned look on his face: “Are you ok, sir?” he had asked in a husky voice, his eyes travelling up and down my partially exposed body, lingering for a second on my crotch, which bulged slightly.

I nodded, my watery eyes going over his lank and sexy body. It was the boy next door, couple of doors down. I immediately noticed his glance down my half-naked body and back to my eyes. I pointed at my throat and tried to smile.

“Something caught in my throat,” I had finally croaked. “I’m ok, kid.”

“If there is anything I can do?” he had asked, again eyes glancing down my front, latching onto my bulged jockeys. “I mean, I’d done two shifts at the Red Cross as part of my community work.”

“Come in,” I had to have this kid. He looked so adorable, standing in the doorway, so inviting, so fucking sexy and fuckable, so obviously taken by my nakedness and my bulging crotch. “I’m fine. Let me offer you something to drink.” There was a smirk on my face, I knew, as my mind contemplated the possibility of fucking.

He had hesitated, but after repeating his glance down my body, he stepped in. I had known then that he was surely interested, so as soon as I closed the door behind him, I made it a point to adjust my dick sideways inside my undies. His eyes grew wider, glued at my crotch. With a decided smirk, I grabbed him by his long dirty-blond hair and pushed him down onto his knees. He hadn’t resisted at all. Actually, he had been eager to plaster his face on my crotch rubbing, sniffing and licking.

That had been an hour or so ago.

Fisting my shaft in one hand, I grabbed him by the throat and pressed my cock head against his lips. But he quickly moved away before I got the chance to grab a tight hold on his head. I laughed, pulling him up and pushing him down on his back on the couch.

“You’re a hot cocksucker, kid,” I smirked down at him, stroking my rock hard cock.

“Sir, I’m not a kid,” he protested. “I’ll turn 20 in May.”

I reached down and pulled his cut-offs down his legs, his tight boxers outlining his erection, sideways, almost reaching his hip. He looked delicious to swallow in one gulp. I rubbed his bulging erection feeling it throb against my hand as my other hand reached up his flat chest to tweak his nipples. He moaned and squirmed, his green eyes never leaving my face.

“So you’re not a kid,” I squeezed his dick and he squirmed more.

“No, sir,” he managed to say, totally turned on by my rubbing.

“Then, I’m not a ‘sir,’ I said. “I’m Rand.”

“Kiss me, Rand,” he croaked, arching his back.

I leaned over him as my hand fished out his hard dick and I planted my lips on his, my tongue probing into his open mouth. His moans, whether from my hand or my tongue or both, I couldn’t tell, came out muffled. I sucked his lips and licked up and down his lightly-bearded face cheeks.

Both of us naked, I studies the kid’s physique. Nicely built but on the slim side. I tweaked his pink nipples which had a couple of curled hairs around each, and a light chest patch in the middle. His dashboard belly was rippled with defined abs, and his pecs outlined his nipples, making them ready to be suckled on. I did. Sucked them, licked around them, bit them, then sucked them some more.

Keeping my gaze fixed on his pretty face, watching his expression of pleasure, I worked my tongue teasingly down the firm satin-like skin, following a light hair trail starting at his navel. Reaching his hard dick, I gulped him down to the base with one swallow. He bucked up and cried out in surprise as I throated him.

In order not to bring him over the edge too soon, I let go of his throbbing cock and licked my way up his body to his lips.

I lay down on top of him, full weight, our cocks pressing on each other, grinding. The moans were now not only his but also mine as I dry humped his beautiful body under me and worked my mouth all over his pretty boy face. I kissed the green eyes, licked the earlobes, bit on the pouting lips and invaded the open mouth with my greedy tongue.

Still looking at me, he whispered, “Randy, fuck me.”

I winced at the “Randy” part, but quaked with anticipation at the “fuck me” part. I never liked being called Randy—I was more of a Rand than a Randy—but the way the kid said it was so tempting, even teasing, rather than begging, and who was I not oblige? For him, Randy I was!

I was sort of surprised that he would offer me his butt to fuck after having experienced my big cock in his mouth and after I power-fucked his face. I lifted myself up. He quickly flipped onto his belly pushing up his bubbled and fuzzy ass cheeks. I took in a deep breath, both hands grabbing the firm globes and pulling them apart to expose a hairy crack centered by a pink puckered hole, already twitching, inviting, mesmerizing.

Leaning over his butt, I licked into the crack, my tongue working the alluringly twitching hole. He was squirming against my face, repeating over and over again: “Randy, fuck me, oh, please, fuck me Randy, please.”

Sliding up on top of him I worked the side of his neck with my mouth and tongue as my cock slipped inside his already spit-greased crack. I moved my hips up and down, fucking his butt-cleft, slurping on his neck and shoulder, pushing my hand under him to fondle and squeeze his nipples. I grabbed my dick with my other hand and guided the head to his hole; I could feel it twitching. I started to push in. He grunted as he ring stretched at the pressure of my hard knob.

“Randy,” he moaned, turning his head round to look at me, his green eyes pleading, “oh fuck, use some lube. Fuck, you’re so big. Randy, oh fuck!”

I snickered. Of course, I was big. Eight inches of hard man meat were not to laugh at. Dripping lube into his crack and some onto my cock head and down the shaft, I prepared him. It was then that I realized that I didn’t know the kid’s name.

“Dude,” I bit his neck. “What’s your fucking name?” I asked, my fingers working to stretch his lubed boy-hole, getting it ready.

He grunted, his head still turned round to look at me, his green eyes lustful. “You’re gonna fuck my ass and you don’t know my name. Fuck, Randy. That’s so lame.” The cheek of the kid. Here I was on top of him, preparing his boy-cunt for the fuck of his life, and he was being sarcastic!

His answer took me by surprise. In response, I aligned my cock head at his hole and thrust hard, stretching the ring and penetrating. He screamed as my knob popped into his ring and was clamped hard. God, he was as tight as a drum.

“Now,” I grunted, grabbing his throat and gazing back at him, “what the fuck is your name?”

He pursed his lips challenging me. “Randy,” he muttered through his teeth. “As I said, you’re so lame.”

With one massive heave, I buried all 8 inches inside him vengefully. His screams were so loud that I was afraid we would be found out. I clamped my hand over his mouth to muffle his screaming, my hips moving round to grind on his butt cheeks, feeling his ring muscle squeeze hard around the base of my buried cock.

“You think this is lame, bitch?” I told him, pressing full weight on top of him, pinning him under me, owning him. “Name, you teasing fucker.”

With a grunt, he managed to utter: “J… Ji… Jimmy.”

“That’s better, Jimboy,” I said, pulling out a couple of inches and ramming it back in deep. “You’re gonna get lame-fucked, Jimmy, like this.” And I repeated the couple of inches out and then rammed back in deep. He thrashed under my weight, burying his face into the cushion and muffling his screams and grabbing onto the couch’s arm with both hands, knuckles white.

After perhaps three or four lurches in his deepest bowels, I felt his tunnel starting to relax, enough so to let me fuck him nice and smooth. “Randy, you fucker. Fucking fucker. Fucking big cock fucker. Mother fucker. FUCK MY ASS!” He repeated, thrusting his butt up to meet my plunging rock-hard cock.

The kid’s whimpering and thrashing turned me on more, and I fucked harder and faster. He kept repeating: “Fucking fuck fucker, Randee… Big fucking cock, oh god, fuck me deeper, fuckfuckfuckfuck…”

Now we were in sync with each other, cock in and out of a stretched and greased tunnel, balling his boy-pussy like a piston, his tunnel sucking me in deeper with each thrust. He  reached back with both hands to grab my butt cheeks, driving his nails into the skin, as he had done when I forced my cock down his throat, never stopping the stream of “fuck, fucking, fucker, Randee, big cock.”

Slipping my hand under him to grab his dick, I stroked him in rhythm to my thrusts. I pounded his ass and jerked on his cock, slippery with his precum. I soon felt his tunnel squeeze crazily around my cock shaft and his ring muscle choking my cock base and I knew he was ready to nut.

Sure enough, with a muffled scream, he tilted his head back and shot his load into my hand and onto the couch under him. The squirting made his ring pulsate on my cock and I couldn’t hold back. Grunting out loud, pulling on his hair as my other hand still grabbed his throbbing slimed dick, I exploded deep into his bowels. I felt that I was cumming forever. I felt that I wasn’t about to stop. I wasn’t counting my squirts, but I was certain that I fed the kid the biggest load I had ever unleashed.

I pulled out, finally, with my cock dripping and lay on top of the kid, sweating and panting. He was breathing heavily under me, taking my weight, my ownership of him. I licked and kissed his neck, turning his face to me to reach his sweet lips. We kissed deep, our breathing getting heavier with the tongue probing. My dick was couched inside his wet crack, slimed with seeping cum and juices, as my hips grinded on his firm boy-butt. It was as if I was tongue-fucking him. And by the groans he made, I knew that he was enjoying it even more than I was.

We stayed in this position for some time, exhausted, emptied, fully gratified, until is started to bone between his ass cheeks. He snickered as he felt the stretching of my cock. “Yeah, oh fuck, I’m sore, but do me again, baby,” he pleaded.

I did do him, again and again.

All of that, caused by something that caught in my throat and made me cough just as the kid was passing by my door.

Author’s Note – There are elements of non-consent in this story. If that type of element offends you, or is problematic, do not read.

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Mario

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Fuck, I HATE moving. Whether for work or my home, I hate having to pack things up and get used to a new space. Of course, once I’m in it, I’m fine. But, all the shit you have to go through is a pain in the ass! I must admit though that there was one move I made that started out pretty routine but ended up great. Especially since it left me with my cock up Mario’s straight Italian ass.

Mario, Mario, Mario. Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmm . . . where do I begin?

Should I tell you what a fine-ass hunk he is? Or maybe how great it was to fuck him? Maybe I should describe what it was like to take a sexy heterosexual boy and force him down the path of man sex? Or maybe even how Mario felt when his tight ass was filled full of cock meat for the first time?

Oh hell, let me stop asking questions and just TELL you about Mario! I’m sure it will be a little tale you’ll enjoy! No pun intended.

I got to know Mario when he and some of the other maintenance crew at my company were assigned to help part of my department move into new offices. I’d seen Mario around before. He’d done some minor work in my office and I’d said hi and given him a brief smile from time to time when I passed him in the halls. But I never really got to know him until the move. And by that time, after all the little meetings and “hi’s” and smiling, I knew I wanted to get to know him better. I mean a lot better. More, I’m sure, than he probably wanted me to.

The move took place over 2 weeks. A technical services group can’t just pack up and move in a day, what with calls to make and temporary network changes that have to be implemented. But when I found out Mario was in the crew of 5 that were assigned to help in the move, those 2 weeks became like 2 months! Watching that hot Italian stud bending over, muscles flexing, sweat plastering his shirt against his muscle body was murder! My cock was constantly aching as he went about his business, unaware of how his sexy cologne and muscular physique got me all hot and horny. The gold wedding band he wore on his left hand made me ache even more. From the look of the lump in his pants, I knew some lucky young girl was enjoying his passion and squealing with delight when he fucked her.

Yep, ole Mario Alfieri was quite the stud. Of course when you’re 29 years old, 5’11”, and 190 pounds of Italian muscle, you can’t help but be sexy! Add to that medium length black hair, a goatee, and a slight olive tint to his skin and I think you’d definitely agree with me that he was one handsome hunk! Of course, the fact that he had a big, round, tight, muscular ass also convinced me that he would be a fantastic fuck. Unfortunately, I knew that straight Italian men, especially married straight Italian men like Mario, aren’t into getting a cock shoved up their ass. So once again, I decided to put the game of “Straight Man Takedown” in motion . . . with Mario as the prize.

During the first week of the move, all the maintenance men and my staff were at our old offices, boxing up files, moving furniture, and preparing for the changeover in network equipment. At the beginning of the second week, all of my staff and most of the maintenance men were over at our new quarters, putting furniture in the offices and preparing the new network control center. That left me, Mario, and Jose, at the old place. Jose was another cutie, a young latino who was ambitious, charming, and in great shape. Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to work on him right then since my plan to get Mario didn’t involve a threesome. But Jose was definitely worth a look in the future. And, lo and behold, he actually did come in handy in putting my plan to get Mario into play.

“Hey Mario, are we working out tonight?”

“Sure, bro. Why do you ask?”

“Just checkin, man. I’m never sure whether your old lady will let you go to the gym or not.”

“Fucker, I run my house, you know that! If I wanna work out, I will. Or if I wanna do anything else, I will. Angela knows that’s how it goes down.”

“That’s cool, man. I wish my girl was like that.”

“I don’t push it though, bro. I mean, I pretty much get to do what I want but I gotta take care of her. She’s down with it but I sure don’t want her on my ass all the time, you know?”

Interesting. Maybe I needed to explore this a little further. I walked over to where Mario and Jose were working.

“Sounds like you got things under control at home, Mario.”

Mario glanced over at me and a gorgeous smile lit up his face.

“I try to, Mr. James. Being married is tough though.”

“I’m sure it is, even though I’m not married. Where do you and Jose work out, Mario?”

“We both go to Gold’s Gym down on Gessner. You know where that is?”

“Sure, I have a membership to Golds. But I usually use the Fountainview gym.”

“I hear Fountainview is a nice gym, Mr. James. But, I couldn’t afford to include it in my membership package.”

“That’s too bad, man. It’s a great place. It has a new Jacuzzi and that new Isomax training center. I really like it.”

“You’re lucky. I’d sure like to try it out.”

Damn, were the gods singing my tune or what! Dare I use an opening like this to get him out of his pants? After all, there are ethics involved. I mean, should I take advantage of his innocence in wanting to try out a new gym just so I can fuck him?

You bet your ASS I should! Question closed, decision made.

“Well, why don’t you go with me sometime? I can have guests. I’m sure you’d like it.” And I’m sure I’d like to see more of that fine ass body of yours as well, I thought.

“Really, Mr. James? Man, I’d appreciate that! I’d really like to try the Isomax out. They say it’s like doing 2 workouts in 1 day.”

“No sweat, Mario. When would you like to go?”

“How about Wednesday night? Could Jose go too? I’m sure he’d like it.”

I’m sure Jose would but I had other plans for Mario that night that didn’t include him. At least . . . not yet.

“I wish I could but I am allowed only one guest at a time. Jose, how about going another night?”

“Sure, Mr. James. Thanks for askin. Man, you go ahead and go with him Wednesday. I can do it another time.”

“Thanks, bro. And Mr. James, thanks again. I’m really looking forward to it.”

“Sure, Mario. I’ll meet you here Wednesday after work and we’ll go from there. I’m looking forward to it, too.” Shit. I was definitely looking forward to it. But I’ll bet as the night wore on, Mario wouldn’t be looking forward to it near as much as he was right now.

My cock throbbed the next 2 days, waiting for Wednesday evening. As Mario worked, I couldn’t help but watch him and wonder if he would really look as good out of his clothes as he did in them. Plus, even though I had Mario in my sights, I still had to close the deal. I mean how did I go from working out with him to getting him in my bed, cock and ass ready for action?

Mario agreed to meet me after work in my office. I was sitting there reading through some contracts when I heard a knock on my door. Looking up, I saw Mario in the doorway.

“Can I come in, Mr. James?”

Fuck! Fuck, Fuck, FUCK! My cock went from a throbbing mass of hormones to an aching, hard as hell piece of steel! Mario had changed from his work uniform into his workout clothes. He wore a thin white Nike t-shirt that was cut short and an old pair of gray sweat pants. The shirt showcased Mario’s pecs and his pointy nips stuck out prominently. A thick trail of dark black hair ran from the end of his t-shirt, wound around his navel, and disappeared into his sweatpants. You could see his jockstrap and a very pronounced bulge was displayed in Mario’s crotch. I could hardly wait to see what was enclosed on the other side of the sweats.

“Sure Mario, sit down. I’ll just be a moment.” Actually, I didn’t need to do any more work but wanted to give me time so that my goddamn cock wouldn’t betray me in my thin suit pants.

Mario sauntered over and started to sit in the chair in front of my desk. As he got near, I picked up some magazines I had been reading that were on my desk and handed them to him.

“Hey, would you mind putting these on the cabinet over there? I’m trying to get some of this junk cleaned off.”

“Sure.” Mario took the magazines and walked over to my magazine cabinet. As he walked, my eyes carefully analyzed his backside. Damnnnnnnnnnn, now I was in severe lust! Mario’s ass was fucking fine in those sweatpants! His firm cheeks packed the material and each muscular half was clearly outlined. The cloth even ran down his crack slightly and it was evident that Mario had a tight, firm bubble ass. As my eyes rose up from his ass, Mario’s back muscles came into view, showing the beginnings of a classic bodybuilder’s V shape. More and more, this night was shaping up to be the perfect time to bust another straight boy’s cherry.

“Oh shit!” Mario whirled around. “Mr. James, can I use your phone? I’ve gotta call my wife. I forgot to tell her I was working out at another club tonight.”

“Sure, Mario, go ahead.”

“Thanks. Normally, Jose and I work out late on Wednesdays but I’ll let her know I’m gonna be home a little early tonight since I’m working out with you.”

Fuck! Damn! Shit! I had to stop him quickly or the night would be all for naught.

“Mario, can you call her from the club? I’ve got a tight schedule tonight and we really need to leave now. We shoulda left 15 minutes ago but you were running a bit late and . . .”

“Oh, sure, Mr. James, I’m sorry. I normally change clothes before I go to the gym. I wasn’t thinking about what your routine was.”

“That’s fine, Mario. We just need to leave now so I can keep on track. Okay?”

Mario smiled and said “Sure, let’s go.”

Yesssssssssssss! Saved again by quick thinking! I walked over to the closet, got out my gym bag, and we left the office. In the parking lot, I talked Mario into taking my car with me and told him I’d bring him back to his car later as I had some work to finish up.

On the way to the gym, Mario asked all sorts of questions about the Isomax, what kind of workout routine I did, how long I’d lifted, and more. I tried to answer him but every time I looked over at his smiling face, I couldn’t help but drop my gaze to his protruding pecs and swelling crotch. I don’t think he caught me checking him out but damn near! Damn near! I knew I had to get to the gym before I made a mistake and lost him forever.

At the gym, Mario spent a lot of time working his chest, arms, and butt. Obviously, he worked on them a lot given the kind of shape I saw them in! Fortunately, he didn’t remember about calling his wife and I certainly didn’t bring it back up.

I followed Mario’s routine, so as to keep up with him, and by the end of it he was drenched in sweat. During his exercises, I would count for him and give him encouragement. Overall, I was fine until his last exercise. With that one, he lay face down on a leg bench, held a weight to his chest and leaned down. Only the upper half of his body went down and his butt and leg muscles were pulled tight. Fuck, I almost lost it right then and there! Mario’s ass was so pronounced in those sweats, I wanted to rip’em off, pull his legs apart on the bench and just fuck him right there! I sighed deeply. Patience, Riley. Patience.

“I’m done, Mr. James. What have you got left?”

“I’m pretty beat Mario, so I think I’m done. And please . . . call me Riley.”

Mario smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

“Thanks, Riley. Are you ready to go now?”

Okay. Count down time. Time to throw my hook out to bait the Italian stud.

“Yeah, if you want Mario. I’m hot as hell though and a cold beer sure would taste good. You wanna join me?”

Mario thought for a moment and a hesitant look crossed his face.

“Thanks, Riley but I don’t think so. Maybe another time.”

“C’mon man! I’m buying. My regular workout partner and I toss back a few after our workouts and we trade-off buying. It’s my time to buy tonight. After all, you showed me your workout routine and I think I can use some of it in mine. So, let me treat you tonight.”

Mario frowned a little more and said, “I really would, Riley. Really, thanks. But I couldn’t buy ‘em next time, so it’s probably better I just go home. Plus I’m in my workout clothes. I need to change.”

Fuck, this was one tough little bastard! But, like any other nut, you put enough pressure on it and eventually it’ll crack.

“Well, whatever. But I thought you might like to see Artista. It’s where I usually go.”

“Artista? No shit? You go there?”

Artista is one of the classier titty bars here. It’s THE place to go, especially for the young crowd. Artista is actually a club with private membership and I just happened to have a membership. Not for me, mind you. But a good friend of mine is related to the owner and I got a discounted membership that way. I’ve used it before with my straight prey and it has always been a clincher. I figured Mario would bust his nut just to get in. Little did he know that if he went with me, he’d be busting a nut alright. Just not like he thought he would.

“Yeah, I have a membership. But, I understand. If you wanna go home . . .”

“Hell yeah, man! I’ll go!”

Time for a little more pushing to get him firmly in my corner.

“You sure? I don’t want it to be a problem for you, Mario. I mean, won’t your wife wonder where you are?”

“Ah, she don’t need to know about this. And anyway, she knows Jose and I are always out late on our workout nights. She won’t think twice about it.”

“Well . . . if you’re sure. I just don’t want to cause any prob . . .”

“Hell yeah, I’m sure! That is . . . if you don’t mind buying the drinks. I don’t have much in my wallet right now.”

Poor little Mario. So broke. So eager to go. So horny. So ready to get fucked!

I smiled back at him. “Sure man, no problem. Let’s go.”

As usual, Artista was packed. I guess all the churches were out for the night and the faithful were communing with the unwashed masses. Regardless, there were men all over the place, whistling at the women dancing on stage, trying to pick up a score for the night and god knows what else. Mario was a little speechless as we first walked in but after we sat down and ordered our first drink, he started grinning and ogling the girls as well. Evidently being in his workout clothes didn’t bother him too much now either.

I egged him on, keeping him tanked up on beer for the first hour. After that, I ordered an Artista Bedrocker. That was the house specialty and had vodka, rum, and 3 fruit juices all mixed together. Believe me, it was one powerful drink! The great thing about it was you could drink them over and over and get wasted without realizing it. No sooner would Mario get finished with one then I’d order him another. After 2 hours of drinking, talking to the big-tittied nude dancers, fondling the waitresses (who I tipped well for the inconvenience), and generally letting lose, Mario was one fucked up guy. And horny. Hell, his cock was very noticeable in his sweats but Mario didn’t seem to give a shit. One of the waitresses had kept her eye on him during the evening and even started sitting down on his lap after a while. Mario just laughed and ran his hands all over her. The feeling was mutual because you could tell she was rubbing his cock and running her hands under his little cut-off t-shirt as well. The last time she left to go back to the bar, a huge tent was showing in his sweats. Trust you me, I wanted to go down and suck that big Italian salami in my mouth quick but knew I had to get him outta there if I wanted more than just that.

“Mario! Hey Mario! Are you ready to go, bud?”

Mario was standing up yelling at a dancer. He was swaying and kept holding on to his chair to keep from falling. Oh yeahhhhhhhhhhh . . . my heterosexual fish was baited, hooked, and ready to be reeled in. I yelled at him again.

“MARIO!”

Mario drunkenly lurched around, grinning like an idiot, and said “Yeahhhh . . .”

“I said, are you ready to go?”

“Ma-annn . . . I’mmmmm gon-naaaa . . . fuk dat . . . mmmmmm, hoooo . . .”

I grabbed Mario’s arm and pulled him towards me.

“C’mon, you’re wasted Mario. I’m gonna take you home.”

“Fffuck dat, maaaaan . . .”

Yes, ole homeboy was seriously flying. I pulled him with me and he stumbled right along like a kid, muttering and hiccupping. When I put him in the car, he started thrashing around a little, trying to get out. I pushed him back hard, buckled the seat belt and pulled it tight against him. Mario kept trying to move but couldn’t coordinate his movements. I drove off and headed towards my house.

“Mario . . . just sit back and relax, man. You’re totally drunk.”

Mario kept muttering something but I couldn’t understand him. After a couple of minutes, his movements got weaker and finally stopped. When I looked over, Mario was passed out. Smiling, I drove a little faster towards my house.

Ordinarily I don’t take my straight victims to my house. Especially those that know me. In this case, Mario even worked at my company and it wasn’t too smart to give him any ammunition to use if he tried to make problems for me later. But ole Mario was so fucked up, I knew he wouldn’t remember much about tonight. Plus, I had a little insurance policy I would use to keep his lips sealed.

Mario was starting to snore as I pulled into my garage. Getting out of the car, I went over to the passenger side and opened the door. Mario was sleeping like a baby, hands by his side, legs spread, head turned on the car seat. Looking down at his crotch, I couldn’t resist giving his cock a squeeze. It wasn’t hard like it had been at Artista but it was definitely big! I started massaging his cock but pulled back and stopped. Fool, get him inside! Then . . . THEN . . . you can have all the fun you want.

As I pulled Mario from the car, I thought he’d wake up but nope. He was one fucking heavy muscle boy! I pulled his arm around my neck, put my arm around his chest and pulled him towards the house. My hand wandered up under his tee and I could feel his big hairy pec. Fuck, it felt good! As I squeezed his muscular pec, I caught his full nipple between my fingers and started to stroke it. Shit, my cock went from hard to harder to hardest in 3 seconds flat!

Inside the house, I took Mario to my bedroom and laid him on the bed. He was still out of it but was trembling every now and then. I was ready to see his hunky little body in all its glory, but first things first.

I walked over to my closet and went inside. A second door opened to the right. Inside, the lights of my digital recording system winked and stood ready to film the fuck of another straight muscle stud. I had spent over $12,000 on this system, with cameras installed all over the house. The system could record on videotape, DVD, and even to a digital chip for video streaming. It also provided excellent editing tools so I could mask faces, remove scenes, and even manipulate audio. It was a gay man’s dream for keeping alive memories of his sexual encounters. At least, it was good for memories of this gay boy’s sexual encounters with his straight men! I adjusted the settings, making sure I got maximum lighting and exposure. Mario didn’t know it but he was about to become a porn star.

When I walked back in the bedroom, Mario was starting to move slightly on the bed. The room was still pretty light but I turned down the lights slightly so that Mario wouldn’t recognize his surroundings. I walked back over and stood over him as he lay on the bed.

God he was fucking gorgeous! As Mario began to wake from his drunken haze, my eyes caressed his full lips surrounded by that sexy goatee. They moved down to see the twin mounds of chest muscle pulled tight against his flimsy t-shirt, the nipples poking out. I leaned down and bit his right nipple through the material, savoring the feel of it in my mouth. As I chewed on his nipple, I reached down and ran my hand back and forth over his flat, hard stomach, feeling the hairy trail that led down into his pants. Mario’s movements became stronger as if he was trying to figure out who was fondling him. As my lust consumed me, I reached down to the edge of his shirt and began pulling the material in opposite directions. A ripping sound filled the room as Mario’s shirt opened up revealing his hairy Italian chest, muscular pecs, and meaty nipples. I ripped the collar in two and pulled the shirt from Mario’s body.

Oh yeah. Yeahhhhhhhhhh. Shit. Here was prime grade A man meat! I straddled Mario’s body and sat my ass down on his crotch, feeling his big cock push against my butt. Mario began struggling slightly as I sat on him and I knew I’d have to get him under control quickly. Finding his ruined t-shirt, I quickly ripped it into four strips and grabbed his right wrist. I tied the end of one strip around that wrist and then did the same for his other one. Before he knew what was happening, I leaned over and tied the other end of the two strips to the headboard, pulling his arms backwards. Mario continued to struggle slightly but he was still so far out of it, his struggles were too weak to do anything.

As Mario continued to thrash about, I got up and moved quickly to the end of the bed. He still had on his sweatpants, shoes, and socks and I practically pulled off his socks and shoes in one fell swoop. As he felt his shoes come off, Mario started to move about even more and I was afraid he’d get too wild if I tried to get his sweats off. So I took the last two strips of his torn t-shirt and tied his ankles to the end of the bed frame. Mario struggled the entire time but eventually his legs were tied tight to the bed and his struggles looked more like a fish flopping around out of the water.

“Whaaaaassssss . . . mmmmmmmmmmm . . .  whaaaaaaaaaaassssss go’in . . . onnnnn . . .”

Ahhhhhhhhhh. My little Italian maintenance man was coming around. I didn’t say anything for a minute but watched him carefully to see what he’d do.

Mario’s mind was thick and sluggish and he couldn’t figure out where he was. The room was fairly dark but he thought he could make out a figure standing at the end of the bed. Mario tried to move his arms down to his sides, but he couldn’t move them.

“Welcome back, Mario.”

A voice. A distant voice. Mario thought he recognized the voice but his thoughts were so clouded, he wasn’t sure he was even thinking straight.

“Wh . . . whooo . . . whooooo . . . who youuu . . .”

“Don’t worry about it, Mario. All you need to do is lay back and relax.”

Mario tried to get up but his arms and legs wouldn’t cooperate. He struggled some more as he began to realize they were tied up. He heard the man’s distant voice speak to him again.

“Mario, just lay back and relax. You’re gonna enjoy this.”

Mario shook his head, trying to put his surroundings into focus. Enjoy this? What was he talking about? Enjoy what? Suddenly Mario felt a hand move over his chest and begin to pinch his nipples slightly. God, he thought, as his head lolled back and forth. What was happening?

“Fuck baby, you feel soooooooo good. I can’t wait to get to the rest of you.”

The rest of you? Even in his drunken state, Mario began to understand the meaning of the hands moving more over his chest and stomach. The meaning of the hands fondling his pecs and nipples. The meaning of the MAN’S hands that seemed to be roaming all over his body.

Shit, he thought. Fuck. Oh no. Nooooo. Nooooooooooooooo.

As the hands wandered over his body and the touch became more sexual, Mario’s mind began to feel the fear he’d always felt about other men being attracted to him. Mario knew several gay guys and he had no problem with them. He was flattered that they admired his swarthy Italian good looks and chiseled body. But deep in his mind, he was always scared that one day they would want to do more than look at him. Mario knew he could defend himself if they tried something other than looking but the thought of another man even TOUCHING him was too much for words. Now the moment he’d always feared seemed to be coming true as the strange man began stroking his chest and running his hands through his hair. Mario began shaking his head.

“Noooooooo . . . noooooo . . . stopppp . . .”

“Mario, I told you. Relax! You’ll enjoy this.”

“Wh . . . whe . . . wherrreeee . . . uuhhhhhh . . . “

“Don’t talk, baby. Be quiet. Let’s enjoy this.”

“NOO . . .  STOPPPP . . .”

Damn, Mario felt good! Running my fingers through the thick hair on his chest and stomach was such a turn on! Especially when I worked my hands towards his pecs and they went up those delicious mounds of muscle! Evidently Mario was beginning to figure out what was happening as he started muttering and trying to talk to me. I wasn’t sure if he knew who it was yet, but I didn’t care. He was MINE now and I was going to enjoy every minute of his muscular body!

As great as his chest felt, I knew that I was very interested in his lower region as well. But those fucking sweat pants were in the way! What to do, what to do. An evil thought crept into my mind and I smiled when I thought about it. Grinning evilly, I walked to the kitchen, got out my sharpest knife, and brought it back to the room. I stood in the doorway for a minute to let my eyes adjust to the room. All of a sudden, I heard Mario start to squeal.

Fuuuck! He has a knife, Mario thought. As he lifted up his head and saw the stranger in the doorway, Mario could see the silhouette of the knife in his hand. Fear raced through his body and he began struggling to free himself.

“Fuuuuckkkkk . . . nooooooooooo . . . get . . . back . . .”

As the man moved towards him, Mario struggled more with his bonds, trying to get free.

What the hell was he doing? I stood there for a couple of moments and then realized Mario had seen the knife in my hand. After a few seconds, I smiled and moved towards the bed. This might be easier than I thought!

“Look motherfucker, quit moving! If you don’t lie still, I’ll cut you.”

Mario stopped struggling.

“If you say another word, I’ll cut your tongue out and feed it to the dogs! Shut the fuck UP!!”

Neither sound nor movement came from the bed. I guess the knife convinced Mario that I would use it. Of course, I really intended to use it for one thing and one thing only. Something I proceeded to do right now.

Walking to the end of the bed, I ran my hand up Mario’s leg. Even with his sweat pants on, I could feel how firm his calf and thigh muscles were. As I got closer to his crotch, Mario moved slightly, trying to close his legs. I squeezed his thigh and put the knife on his cock bulge.

“Be careful, baby. You move too much and I might accidentally cut your cock.”

The movement stopped abruptly. I grinned again. Straight men. They’re always so touchy about their cocks!

As I ran my hand over his muscles, I moved on the bed in between Mario’s thighs. I looked at Mario but his head was turned to the side and he wouldn’t look at me. I grabbed his cock roughly and started squeezing it. Except for a slight gasp, Mario didn’t move. Slowly, I leaned over and put my fingers inside the top of his sweats and pulled them up. As the pants pulled up from his crotch, I started cutting through the waistband. Once it was cut, I carefully pulled the knife down and it began to split open the front of Mario’s sweats.

Mario closed his eye. Oh fuck. Fuuuuuuuck! Please don’t let him cut me, Mario thought. He could feel the strong tug of his sweats as they ripped open. As the knife got closer to his crotch, Mario pushed his ass down, trying to keep the steel away from his cock. He felt the knife stop and then fingers grab his pants mid-thigh. Suddenly, the stranger ran the knife through his pants again as he cut them open from his thigh down to his ankles. My god, Mario thought, what am I gonna do? He’s ripping my fucking pants off.

God how I love to strip a man! The sound of Mario’s pants ripping open sent waves of pleasure through me and I continued slicing open both legs. Finally, after the material was in tatters, I ripped the pants apart at the seams and began pulling them off. Mario moved a little, trying to keep from losing the last vestiges of his clothing but it was for naught. As I pulled the last of the material away, Mario’s jockstrap was all that was left. The front pouch was full with his huge cockmeat. I severed the waistband and straps with two easy cuts, pulled hard, and voila! Jockstrap Italiano was gone for good. I put the knife down and smiled. Now it was time to look at my prize.

My eyes had adjusted to the darkened room and my heart started pounding at what I saw. Gorgeous doesn’t begin to describe Mario’s body. Even with his arms and legs tied down, his muscular physique was clearly displayed. Mario’s chest was perfect. Thick, dark hair started at the top of his chest and went down over his big, muscular pecs with pink juicy nipples jutting out from the edge. Hair went down the valley between his pecs, down his flat stomach, and into his trimmed bush. Mario’s legs were also covered in black hair, very masculine but not overly hairy. His uncut dick lay between his massive thighs, thick and inviting. Mario’s nuts looked good too, with the same curly black hair that flowed over his body lightly covering them. Filled with lust, I reached out and began to squeeze his thick Italian cock. After a few moments of squeezing and feeling the fat shaft, I began stroking his foreskin over his cockhead.

Mario’s thick cock began to lengthen as I stroked it. He had been motionless as I stripped his sweat pants off of him but the minute I started jacking his huge meat, he began to squirm. Goddamn you shoulda seen how big his cock got! It length was nice but it was fucking thick! I mean fucking THICK! As it got bigger, I tried to squeeze my thumb and forefinger together around it. But that damn cock was so fat they couldn’t even touch each other! There was at least a half inch distance between them and I felt like I was holding a bottled water container. And the head. Shit, that sucker was so pink and smooth, my mouth started watering! I couldn’t stand it anymore and stuck that big fat rod in my mouth fast.

Mario felt a warm, hot, wet sensation surround his cock and jerked his head up. Fuuuuuuuckkk! Another guy was starting to suck his cock! Mario started to move his body to try to get the mouth off of his cock but was scared the guy would cut him if he moved again. As he watched his thick Italian meat go down the throat of another guy, Mario’s cock started feeling weird. He’d gotten blown by women before and he loved having his dick sucked. But the blow job this guy was doing on him felt different. He was more aggressive and sucked his cock harder than any other woman had. Mario felt the lips tighten around his shaft, the tongue licking, slurping, and swirling around his head. It was as if the guy was trying to suck his cock off of his body and down his throat! After a few moments, Mario closed his eyes and laid his head back down. His dick was starting to feel good and he could feel his nuts churning, aching to release their load.

Mario tensed up when I took his plump meat in my mouth but after a few minutes of intense sucking, I could feel him relax. Once again, a mouth is a mouth is a mouth! I sucked that fucking cock like a vacuum, tasting a lot of tasty pre-cum and knew it wouldn’t be long before Mario shot me a big load. I held his plump nuts in my hand and could hear him panting. Suddenly, I felt his shaft get super hard and his fat head began to expand. I swirled my tongue around his head a couple of more times and heard Mario begin to groan as his pelvis rose towards my face and his nuts began to draw up.

“Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . FUCK . . . . . ”

Thick, hot cum shot out of that head and gushed in my mouth. Mario screamed.

“FUCK! FUUUUCK! SHIT! UHHH . . . UHHH . . . UH . . .”

Two . . . three . . . four ropes of cum shot out of Mario’s cock and filled my mouth. Mario shoved his cock deeper and deeper in my mouth, shooting cum and pushing it down my throat. I was glad his arms were tied up as I was sure he would have been shoving my head down hard on his dick! It was obvious that this Italian stud loved getting his cock in a warm, wet, hot place, be it a pussy, mouth, or ass.

Mario’s body shook a few more times and then began to settle down as he came down off his orgasm. I kept that fat hog in my mouth and licked around the head and piss slit, trying to get every last bit of cum his fat nuts produced. His dick began to lose its hardness and I let it slip from my mouth. Mario’s eyes were closed and he looked totally spent. I got off Mario, went over to my dresser, and spit his cum into an empty ashtray. I let some of it dribble down my throat so I could taste his Italian juice but saved the rest for later.

Sucking that big Italian meat only whetted my appetite. But now that I had sucked my hunky little stud good, it was now his turn to return the favor.

I knew the blow job had worn Mario out but all I needed was an open mouth! Mario’s eyes were closed and his head turned to the side, so I pulled it up so I could lower my cock into his mouth. As I pulled his head up, Mario opened his eyes. He had a puzzled look on his face and I didn’t know if it was because he recognized me or just wondered what I was going to do next.

“Riley . . . whattha fuck . . .”

Well, I guess that answered my question! I leaned down slightly and smiled.

“Hey baby! You have one fucking big cock!”

“MOTHERFUCKER!” Mario screamed. “MOTHERFUCKER!! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!”

“No can do, baby. I haven’t finished yet.”

“FUCK YOU! GET OFFA ME OR I’M GONNA CALL THE COPS!”

Looking angry, I reached over, and got the knife I’d used to cut off Mario’s clothes.

“What did you say motherfucker?”

Silence.

“C’mon bitch, tell me again! What did you say you were going to do?”

Mario’s breathing was hard and erratic as fear raced through his body.

“C’MON MARIO! C’MON YOU FUCKING BITCH! THREATEN ME AGAIN!”

“Riley . . .” Mario gasped. He was breathing so hard it was difficult for him to speak. “Riley . . . c’mon . . . take . . . take . . . that knife . . . away . . .”

I leaned down and put my mouth close to Mario’s face.

“Listen to me, you sexy fucker. I’m gonna finish what I started. You shut the fuck up. You hear me?”

Mario lay there, petrified with fear.

“I said, do you HEAR me? Answer me!”

“Yes . . .” Mario croaked.

“Good! This IS gonna happen, Mario. Count on it. You just lay back and go with the flow.”

Mario gulped heavily and nodded slightly. Tears welled up in his eyes.

Damn, my hunky Italian stud had pissed me off! But after that little episode, I wasn’t interested in a blow job anymore. I was still horny though and it was time to explore that big muscle ass that I knew would be tight as a drum.

I got up and went to the end of the bed and untied the strips that held his legs. Mario had lifted his head off the bed and was watching me carefully. As I untied the strips, he moved his legs slightly.

“Lay still! I’ll move you when I want you to move,” I growled at him. The leg movement stopped. Looking over at my dresser, I walked over and got the ashtray with Mario’s cum. I ran my finger around in it. It was cool but still gooey. Perfect.

I walked back over to the bed and got in between Mario’s legs. I reached down and pulled his legs up and began to push them back.

“No . . . no man . . . don’t do this . . .”

I looked at Mario’s face and smiled.

“Don’t do what, Mario?”

Panic showed in Mario’s face. “C’mon, Riley! I’m straight, man! You can’t do this!”

“Mario . . . I know you’re straight. Straight or gay, I don’t give a shit. But you’ve got one of the most fuckable asses I’ve ever seen. And I want it.”

“C’MON man, I’m MARRIED! If you wanna fuck a guy, fuck a gay guy! Why fuck me?”

“Because, Mario.”

“Because what?”

I smiled an especially evil smile and said sweetly, “Because I can.”

“Now, SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

“Riley, I . . .”

That did it. I’d told him to shut up but I could see he wasn’t gonna listen. He was still talking as I got off the bed, grabbed a piece of his ruined sweats, and raced over to his head. He stopped suddenly, startled by my sudden movement, then screeched “Riley, wait I . . .” before I shoved the sweats in his mouth and proceeded to tie them off. Mario shook his head from side to side, trying to keep me from gagging him but it only took me about 15 seconds to completely gag him. Now . . . I could get down to business.

Mario started struggling again as I got between his powerfully built legs. But all the alcohol he’d drunk, combined with his fear, seemed to have sapped his strength. His legs were flailing less and less as I grabbed them and continued to push them back. Little by little, I managed to push his legs back. I got between them and hooked my arms so that his legs couldn’t move.

“Mario, I told you, this is gonna happen. You’re gonna get fucked. You keep fighting me and it’s gonna hurt. Or I can make it easy on you if you try to relax and give it up to me. The choice is up to you.”

I looked at Mario and tears welled in his eyes again. After a few seconds, I could feel his body relax as he made his decision to give up his straight virgin fuckable ass to me. Mario turned his head to the side, evidently not wanting to see me bust his cherry.

As I pushed Mario’s legs further back, his muscular ass rose up and I looked at his ass crack. Like the rest of his body, black hair ran along the crack. I reached down and pulled his firm ass cheeks apart. God, just feeling that ass was heavenly! Mario’s crack was deep and I had to work hard to pull his muscular globes apart to see his soon-to-be-devirginized male pussy. Finally, it appeared, a nice tight hole surrounded by dark hair.

“Yeah Mario. You’ve got a fantastic ass, baby. So tight and fuckable. Who knows, when I finish fucking you, you just might find you enjoyed it and want someone else to fuck you. I’ve known it to happen.”

Tears welled up faster in Mario’s eyes and he couldn’t believe what was about to happen to him. He felt Riley rubbing something smooth and sticky around his asshole. Fuck. FUCK! This can’t be happening, he thought.

I watched Mario as I lubed his tight hole up with his own cum. I knew he was freaking, wondering how a strong, proud, heterosexual man could be in this position. I knew he was thinking about all that but I didn’t give a rat’s ass. This fine motherfucking ass was here, right in front of me, and my strong, proud, homosexual cock was gonna fuck it hard!

I stuck two fingers in Mario’s hole to try to open it up but it was tough going. Mario couldn’t help but squirm but after a couple of minutes of twisting and turning, his hole began to loosen up a little. I used more cum to lube my cock and kept loosening Mario’s hole. Finally, I pulled my fingers out, pushed his legs back one final time, and put my well lubed, cum covered cock at his hole. I could feel Mario tense up as I began to push my cock in. Mario’s tight ass resisted me and I kept pushing. I felt his hole begin to open slightly and I pushed harder. Suddenly, the resistance gave way and I pushed my cock all the way in. I heard Mario groan loudly into his gag as my cock filled his cherry ass.

Fuck, I practically melted as my hard cock was gripped by Mario’s tight ass! The feeling of being in a tight virgin ass is almost indescribable! Mario’s ass was like a furnace. It felt like my cock was surrounded by a wet, heated glove. As Mario’s groans penetrated my hearing, I knew it was agony for him. I didn’t move and just let my cock sit in that tight hole, feeling the heat surrounding it. As his groans lessened, I pulled my cock back and pushed it back in. Mario began groaning again but I kept fucking. After a few strokes, I pushed Mario’s legs back on his chest and began fucking him harder. His groans were dying down and I could hear him lightly moaning as I fucked. I stopped a moment to put more cum on my cock and Mario’s hole and began fucking again. Mario’s hole was opening up and the cum was making his hole slicker. I started long dicking Mario, pulling my cock almost completely out and then shoving it all the way back in.

Shit. Oh Christ, Mario’s mind screamed. He’s fucking me. He’s actually FUCKING me! As Riley’s cock first filled him, Mario felt like a hard pole was being shoved up his ass. Everytime Riley sunk his cock in, the pain took his breath away. After being fucked a few minutes, the pain began to dull and Mario just lay there, crying and letting Riley pound his ass. He felt dirty and used and just wanted the fuck to be over.

I felt Mario’s body go slack and knew the worst of it was over for him. I kept shoving my dick in full, enjoying the feel of Mario’s tight ass surrounding my cock. I could feel my nuts boiling up and knew I was about to cum. But I wanted my fuck of this sexy Italian stud to last.

I pulled out of Mario, reached for the knife and walked over to the head of the bed. Mario just laid there, no movement, no nothing. Quickly I cut through the strips that bound his hands to the bed and Mario’s arms just fell onto the bed. I don’t know if he thought it was over but I had news for him. It wasn’t.

I pulled Mario’s body up and rolled him over at the same time. The twin peaks of his ass rose from the bed . . . full, round, muscular, bubbled. As Mario lay on his stomach, I pulled his legs apart and sunk my cock back into his tight hole. That straight ass welcomed me like an old friend, surrounding me . . . welcoming me . . . stroking me . . . making me feel like a pure fuck machine. I got up on my hands and feet, angled my fuck into that hot Italian man pussy, and started pounding away. Mario just lay there, totally defeated as I fucked . . . and fucked . . . and fucked.

Finally, I couldn’t hold it anymore. My balls were churning and I could feel my hot cum rising. It was so hot, I could feel it and I fucked faster to get it up and out into Mario’s ass. After shoving my cock hard in Mario’s ass a few more times, my cock exploded and I could feel the ropes of cum shoot out . . . and out . . . and out . . .

I fucked a few more strokes and then collapsed on top of Mario.

Mario moved his head slowly, groggy from the ass pounding. He felt Riley on top of him but was too weak to move. He had grimaced when he felt Riley’s cum shoot into him but was relieved it was over. Riley laid there for a couple of minutes and he could feel his cock soften in his sore ass.

I felt Mario move slightly under me and pulled my deflating cock out of his ass. Getting off the bed, I grabbed a towel and started to wipe myself off. After wrapping myself in the towel, I looked at Mario but he hadn’t moved. I got a pair of shorts and a shirt out of my dresser, walked over to them, and handed them to him.

“Mario . . .”

No answer.

“Mario . . . it’s over. I’m gonna take you back to your car now.”

Mario moved slowly, turning over and looking at me. Tears glistened in his eyes and he looked totally lost.

“Here, wear these.”

As Mario began crawling out of bed, I dressed and then walked over to my video remote control, re-setting it to the beginning. I watched Mario put on the shorts and shirt slowly.

“Mario, I want you to see this.”

I pressed the play button and the video began showing on my 80 inch HD display. I looked over at Mario and he had a totally blank look on his face as the horror of his night began to transpire again before his eyes. After 30 seconds, I stopped it.

“You breathe a word of this to anyone Mario and this recording goes to your wife. No matter what happens to me, no matter what you do, your wife is gonna see this.” I turned the recording back on.

Mario watched it for a few moments, then slowly turned and looked blankly at me. 

“Fucker, I’m gonna kill you. You raped me. You’re gonna go to jail.”

I laughed.

“Mario, I told you. You do what you want but if you say anything about tonight, your wife is gonna see how her strong, masculine, straight husband got fucked up the ass. You report me to the cops and at my trial, they’ll show this as evidence. Then everyone will see how you got ass fucked by another man. Ass FUCKED. By another MAN. No matter what happens to me, everyone . . . everyone . . . will know you were fucked. You understand?”

Mario looked at me silently. I stood there and stared back at him straight in the face. After a few moments, he started crying again.

“Bastard! YOU BASTARD! I HATE you! How could you DO THAT to me?!”

I didn’t answer Mario because I knew any answer wouldn’t satisfy him. The truth was that he was sexy and fuckable . . . and I wanted him. End of story.

I also knew that he wouldn’t report me to the police. The look of shame on his face was unmistakable when he saw the recording and he realized that others would be able to see his rape. I was counting on his straight macho heterosexual pride which would let him suffer in silence and never admit what had happened.

“Whatever, Mario. Let’s go.”

As we drove back to the office, Mario just looked out the window with his hand over his mouth. I hummed softly and then asked him a question.

“Hey Mario, maybe you can talk Jose into coming over to my house some night, huh? I think we’d have a lot of fun together. Even you can get in on it.”

Mario didn’t look at me and I heard him mutter, “Fuck you.”

“Fine, Mario. If you don’t want to help me, I’m sure your wife will enjoy seeing that recording of your little love session tonight.”

Mario turned around quickly, a look of fear in his face. I kept on talking.

“Of course, if you’re willing to help me with Jose and get to know him like I did you, I’d be happy to keep that recording to myself. After all, it’s your choice.”

Mario thought a minute, looked down and took a deep breath. After a few moments, he looked back out the window.

“Fuck. You are a sorry asshole.” He paused, and then said softly, “I’ll talk to him tomorrow. Just don’t hurt him, okay?”

I smiled and began humming again.

“Why Mario! You know I’d never do anything like that!”

I often spend my time thinking about sex. Browsing dating sites, going on to Grindr or Scruff and trying to find guys to hookup with. However, as much as my fantasy run wild in my mind, when I am in front of a guy, and things are getting hot, I start getting second thoughts, which often leads to second-guessing, then guilt and the fun stops. Some days I am a work and I can’t stop thinking about sex. Every spreadsheet brings me back to my legs open wide and every cell on the grind is like my empty hole waiting to be filled with hot cum. 

One day I couldn’t take it anymore. It was noon. I left work and decided to head to the bathhouse. It wasn’t my first time; I had been here often but not in the middle of the day. I wasn’t expecting much; some middle age guys or an empty space. I just wanted to spend some time in the sauna and feel the steam on my body, the sweat slide down my chest and relax. 

I walk into the building. The scent perks my senses; I wonder if every bathhouse has the same smell – a mix of sweat, sex and men. I undress and leave my glasses in the locker. It looks like no one is there at least as far as I can see – which isn’t much. I walk down to the steam room, carefully, and  rinse myself. 

The water feels cold at first and warms ups. My hands work around my chest, arms, groin. I let the water run down my back and I let myself take in the sound of the shower hitting the cement. There is the usual pop music mix being played. I take in a few words. The sound of the door closing bring me back and I turn around. Everything is just a slight blur.

I grab my towel and head into the room. My body senses the rise in the temperature and my eyes adjust to the dark dim space. Steam, along with my eyes, makes it difficult to make out anything. I just head over to the nearest bench and sit down. 

It looks like I am alone. I close my eyes and breathe. The steam feels good. The heat feels good. My body feels good. Soon I hear the sound of keys moving closer to me. It must be someone else in here and my heart races with excitement, nervousness and dread. 

A hand runs over my leg. It feels rough and I let it linger and move up my leg. I keep my eyes closed. I don’t care who this is. His touch feels good. He moves up to my chest and nipples. I moan. His hands stay and work up my areola and the skin near by. I lean back and give me more room and an invitation to come close, do more. 

I feel the warm tongue take me by surprise on my other nipple. His tongue is wet and soft like velvet, moving up my chest, my neck, to my ears. I am absorbed in the dark and my heart is getting louder. I open my mouth and he is inside me. We are talking silently and our tongues reach out to each other like blind men in the dark. 

All this time the heat is rising; the steam, the sweat, the intensity of our passion. I feel the pull of my mind to get a handle on this and control what is happening, but I put that voice in the closet and try to sink into this pleasure. 

The man with the velvet tongue and rough hands moves my head lower to this nipples and they are firm, perky. I taste the salt in his sweat, whiff his scent, feel the hair rub against my cheek. He moans; its the only time he has said anything. His moan is deep with an echo that lingers in the space like a Tibetan bell. 

His hands come on my shoulders and gently nudge me lower and I feel his hard cock pulling me towards it. Soon I open my mouth and taste familiar salty precum; the head is massive, and the girth, substantial. My hole perks up. 

His hands are in my hair, holding me. I give up resistance and let him slide in and out of my mouth. I want to gag but I want him to tell me when to stop. I want this pleasure as much for him as it is for me. 

(To be continued)

It is amazing how that premise that life can be a bliss or a hell, completely bittersweet in its nature, holds. Living in a tropical country, where ninety percent of the ordinary guys wear flip flops on a daily basis, is a bliss because you can see those hot feet all around you; but it is also a hell since you cannot have most of them due to the dominant macho thinking: anything remotely close to a gay sexual activity, like foot worship, it’s socially unacceptable. 

There are a couple of situations when this Latino laws can be broken, but they are rare and difficult to accomplish. The first one is to run into a guy who is genuinely into having his feet worshipped, something that really turns him on. In my experience, this is a universal thing, even in the US those ideal men were hard to find. Most guys “went with the flow” since having their feet played with meant almost nothing. 

The second group I could single out are the curious ones, those willing to experiment on a scene they’ve never had an idea existed or fantasied about. Most of these men would come to you for regular sex. 

The third group (also universal) are the guys in need of cash, for different reasons. Those are yours for the taking; they will do anything you want as long as they get paid. No shame in admitting: those are my faves! There’s something about controlling a guy, doing whatever you please, that simply drives me nuts. And here in the tropics, they are abundant. Getting the guy may be “easy” at times; the problem is where to take him to fully appreciate his body, feet included. 

Currently, I live in huge house, all by myself I must add, a place where I can’t take anybody since I’m surrounded by relatives, nosy neighbors and surveillance cameras. Call me a slut, but getting a hot boy for 20 bucks in the US, having my way with them in my downtown apartment, was pure heaven. In spam of five years, I have no track of how many times this happened. I can assure you, it was almost on a daily basis. And, from now on, I will share with you some of these experiences, as far as my memory allows me.I will start with one of my favorites boys: Skater boy Jay.

I have a terrible habit: I’m a smoker! In order to avoid smoking in the apartment, I developed a routine of going outside for a smoke, right on the front steps of my building. And right there, on a cold winter night, it was the first time I spotted Jay. Like many other Joes in my neighborhood, he was wondering around to find a way to fulfill his drug craves, a fix. He did not notice me but I totally noticed him; he was wearing heavy winter clothes with a hat covering his surfer blond hair and skaters’ sneakers; those two details caught my attention. As he obliviously passed by, I chased after him and caught up at the corner. I said “hi” and told him point blank: “I will give you twenty bucks to worship your feet, in case they are beautiful”. His reply was: “Man, if beautiful feet is what turns you on, you’ll have a blast with mine, they are perfect, just lead the way”. 

I took him to my apartment, located on the second floor of the building. He was walking in front of me and, when we reached the middle of the inner staircase, he stopped and dropped his left sneaker and sock. I was astonished by the view of his foot. He was not kidding, his foot was perfect. He just said: “take it and do whatever you want right now; the other and all the rest will be yours once we get inside”. Guys, my dick grew so hard inside my pants that I thought I was going to release a load right there and then. However, I controlled my urges and obliged; I took his naked feet in my hands and admired them for a while; size nine, grape toes perfectly aligned, a delicious high arch, tender soles and out of these world heels. All the possible verbs came to play at that moment; I sniffed, licked, sucked, touched, massaged, bit, nibbled on that perfect bare foot. He just kept saying not to stop. I believe this went on for about half an hour, me devouring his foot like there was no tomorrow, paying very close attention to his high arch that drove me particularly crazy. 

Once inside my apartment, Jay asked me if he could use the bathroom, have a shower and all. “Sure thing” I said, and patiently waited for him to finish. About fifteen minutes later, I was granted with a view that only a being from Olympus could offer me: a totally naked boy, astonishing ripped body, handsome face and perfectly toned legs attached to a pair of the most perfect pair of feet I have ever laid my eyes on. As he laid spread eagled on my bed without me asking , he said: “This body is all yours to do whatever you please, head to toes; just make sure you’ll get a huge load out of these needy nuts, and I’ll be yours any time you request. And that was true for four years in a row, at least once a week. He was 6” tall. 5 % body fat, blue eyes, blond “always changing” hair, nicely shaped uncut dick with succulent hanging bull balls, and obviously, those perfect size nine boy’s feet. 

For all those years, I simply marveled on that perfect body, 20 bucks very well spent, considering I could milk him every chance I had. Forgot to mention: he was a great kisser and making out turned him on big time. In one of our hottest hook ups, he came to my building steps and just sat there waiting for me to show. He took his shoes off and waited. I had no idea he was out there and he took a great risk since cops tend to arrest people soliciting at residences’ porches as you know. I was surprised when I went outside for a smoke and found him there. He just wiggled his perfect toes at me and asked: “Wanna play with them?” I rushed him in and, after a quick shower, once more he spread himself on my bed and said: “come here and do your thing”. 

Man, for the next three hours that’s what I did. I decided to work his body from bottom to top this time. I took his right foot on my hands and just stared at them for a while. The boy’s foot was a delight for foot lovers like myself: perfectly aligned toes, grape size, soft soles with great high arches, heels made to be devoured; and devouring both those feet was what I did for a long time, he just hanging in there and moaning from time to time. I’m not sure how much time has passed when Jay said: “Amazing, but it is time to leave those feet rest and move up; they will still be there for your later delight”. A warning to foot lovers: pay close attention to the legs. Some guys have hiper sensitive legs and playing with them drive those guys nuts. 

Jay was one of those and, licking his legs (knees and thighs especially) made the boy so horny his prick was harder than ever.  After working on Jay’s legs for as long as he wanted me, I moved to his crotch to play with one of my favorite parts of a guy’s body: his balls. I told you before that Jay had huge, succulent boy’s balls, and I went to play with them. Leaving his stiff dick alone for a while, I slurped on those bull balls for a long time: the poor thing just moaned. I made sure each ball was eaten as it deserved, my frequent licks driving him closer and closer to the edge. However, I had a long run to go, I was still half body way then. 

I couldn’t let him bust a nut right then, I still have to play with his navel, tits, flat stomach, armpits, neck and lustful mouth. And man, the kid just watched me toy with his hot body! It was interesting to see how he reacted when I swirled my tongue over his navel, a couple of minutes of this kept his dick even harder. Taking full advantage of that, I ran my tongue over the slid of his hard dick, just toying with it in an idle manner, enough to make the boy beg me to stop while pre cum showed otherwise . Obviously, I kept going. 

Leaving his nine inches hard prick for a minute, I ran to my bathroom to get hold of a Q-tip; I have always fantasized with the idea of teasing a guy’s fat cock’s slid with a Q-tip, not to hurt him or anything like that, just enough pressure and moves to make him ooze even more pre cum. And that’s exactly what happened to my boy toy Jay. The more I licked his dick head and toyed the slid with that foreigner object, the more he gulf pre cum, together with almost silent moans. Light torture, lots of pleasure I assumed. I lost track of how long this went for; it mesmerized me to see the boy’s penis rock hard all the time in my hands and mouth. 

I went down back to Jay’s feet and gave those grape shaped toes of his the tongue bath they were made to endure. Always having his toes swallowed while running my fingernails through those deep high arches, undoubtedly one of his best assets. Since I still had to toy with Jay’s upper torso, I left my tongue slide towards his golden pubics, picking one hair or two just to see the boy’s body jump. His navel was a separate treat, and licking his abs and navel rose some tickling yet endurable sensations. Though not receiving any direct “attack”, his dick never went soft. 

Time to work on his squeezable nipples then. The flesh around them was invitingly pink and, once touched or licked, they reacted as night flowers in the Mexican desert: they bloomed. If you are into nipples, you know what I mean. Jay never moved an inch or complained about having his teats worked on, a green light I couldn’t ignore. One of the best things about Jay (and many other guys like him who hustle to get a fix) is that they understand from the start that their job in my bed is to please me; luckily for them, I get off by exploring their nice bodies, especially their feet, until I please them. That may be why many of them kept coming back and that’s also why I would prefer hiring their services instead of meeting regular guys at bars and nightclubs. 

These “regular guys”, just like me, have personal agendas and it would be unfair not to accommodate them. But I digress. After savoring on Jay’s tits for a while, I deep throated his mouth, enjoying his luscious lips and finally approached his high sensitive pits. I surely took my time smelling, licking, biting and lightly tickling his pits, fresh from the shower but still with the fragrance horny young mans naturally exale. He was still spread eagled in bed, so access to those almost hairless wonders was no sweat. 

Getting him to turn and lie on his stomach took a little bit of persuasion, but I had to explore his smooth back, firm bubble but, legs and helpless soles. He didn’t enjoy being fingered or fucked, but was ok with a tongue slurping on his crack and pink hole, as long as his balls and dick received some attention too. “Take your time there too”, his commanded. I knew I was going to burst my load by the time I reached his raised feet, the vision of those size nine vulnerable soles, beefy perfect toes, super high arches and soft heels waiting to be sniffed, massaged, licked and tickled was enough to do the trick. A huge orgasm almost threw me out of balance as I had one of Jay’s feet in my mouth while I ran my nails through the arch of the other foot. My warm jizz was all over the tickled one as I quickly managed to bring it under my balls. I finished him off by licking and sucking on his dick again, this time applying a fast paced handjob till ropes of boy’s cum flew into the air while those beautiful toes wiggled in pure satisfaction.

Jay did not use drugs in my apartment; this and always making him burst a load while having his feet worshipped, was our gentlemen’s agreement. It may possible that the cash was no longer the main reason why he kept coming back, but I never fantasized about a “relationship” with a hustler. They were already giving me all the pleasure a foot guy can ask for.

It is the year 2070 and it is a whole different world. A drug that cures every disease has now caused my lover and me to be enslaved to the top jock on campus. We have been fucked in front of the whole student body. The fuck made us connected to our Master until we die. Now we are about to be taken across campus to our Master’s frat house.

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Master pulls on the leashes and tells us to follow him. Shirt! now we are going outside for the whole campus to see. I look at Paul and know he has the same fears. As we walk across campus we see everyone stop and look at us. People point and whisper to each other. I am embarrassed but know this is who I am now. Once we reach the frat house, Master drags us through the front door. He stops and then turns to us saying, “slaves, you are now home. You will not only be my slaves but also be the house slaves. You will do everything you’re told by any member of my frat. It’s your duty and purpose in life to keep us all happy. If you keep this in mind then you will have a better life. If not then you will be punished. Any member can punish you at any time.”

Master then drags us to the living room. We could see that most of the members are here to see Master’s new slaves.

He addressed everyone “Thank you all for coming. As you can see I now have two slaves. They are also now the house slaves too.”

Everyone cherries, which made both Paul and me nervous.

Master continues “But keep in mind they are first and foremost my slaves. So my orders override anyone else! With that enjoy them. Jason, show them around the house and see that they know their duties!”

One of the guys got up from the floor and walked to us. He was also naked with a collar around his neck.

Jason says “Yes Sir,”

He takes our leashes and says “follow me.”

Jason leads us to the kitchen first. He tells us our new responsible which is to help him cook all the meals for our new Master and frat members. Next, Jason shows us the dining room. In the center of the room is a very large table that looks like it could serve 20 or more. Jason tells us we are to have the table settings placed before each meal. Then we serve our Masters each course waiting next to the wall for them to finish. Then we serve the next course. If at anytime our Master or any frat member needs a drink we are to quickly get it for them. Jason tells us if we are not quick enough then we will be punished. Paul and I could see from Jason’s face that we would not want to fuck up.

Then without word Jason pulled us by our leashes upstairs. As we passed each bedroom I could see they are very large. Our old dorm room is tiny compared to these. We reached the last door at the end of the hall. Jason opens it and leads us in. The centerpiece of the room is a king-size bed complete with four posts and mirrors on the ceiling. Jason tells us this is our Master’s bedroom. Each morning we have to make our Master’s bed. Jason then leads us to a very large closet. It had to be as big as our old dorm room. There is lots of sports clothing and equipment. Jason tells us that we would be required to have Master’s clothes laid out on the bed each morning. He said we would need to learn what our Master would like to wear each day. If we are unsure then we would have to lay out more than one outfit. However, being jocks they usually wear the same thing, shorts, a tank top, and tennis shoes. Then we are led into a very large bathroom. Jason shows us how to make a bath for our Master and what temperature to have the bath or shower set to. He tells us where the towels are and explained how to dry our Master’s body. Next, Jason shows us our Master’s toothbrush, shaver, and cream. Paul and I are getting overwhelmed. This was a lot to take in. Just a few hours ago we were free men in love with each. However, our tour is not over. Jason lets us out of the bathroom and points to a box on the floor. It has a leather padded top which had eye hooks all over it. Jason said this is where we will be tied down, fucked and/or punished for bad behavior. I shudder at what he met by punishment. Jason then tells Paul to push a button on the wall. I heard a motor running and then see four hooks come down from the ceiling. Jason instructed Paul and me to attach the hooks to four eye hooks in the box. He tells Paul to push another button. The box starts rising off the floor. Under the box is a steel cage about the size of a very large dog but a bit longer. Jason tells us this is a punishment cage. After being spanked or whipped then we would be stored in cage to think over what we did wrong. Jason then tells Paul to push the down button and the cage is lowered into the floor once again. I get a feeling that we would be lowered into the floor after we are stored in the cage.

I ask “where do we sleep?”

Jason points to a cage under the king-size bed.

He says, “Most frats nowadays have voluntary slaves like him that they keep on hand to serve the frat. So every bed in the frat has slave cages under them. You guys will either sleep in the cage or with your Master in his bed. You guys are so lucky to have found a lifelong Master to connect with.”

Both Paul and my mouths are open wide. An overwhelming fear comes over me. I looked at Paul and know he is feeling the same thing. Why has this happened to me, to us? We were so happy and in love. At that moment I hear our Master’s voice in the doorway. My fears vanished completely. The most wonderful feeling come over me and my whole body tingled. It is like a wave of orgasmic pleasure that won’t stop. Paul’s and my legs give way and we fell to our knees. I felt light-headed and crawled to our Master’s feet. Master pats our heads, telling us what good boys we are. Our Master knows what the drug does to us and he enjoys using his power over us. Master walked over to the cage under the bed and opened the door. He ordered Paul into the cage which Paul obeyed without question. I stayed at my Master’s side, waiting for him to order me in with Paul. However, Master closes the door and locks it.

Master ordered me to follow him. He went down the stair with me crawling behind him. Master opens a new door which shows stone steps to what I assume leads to the basement. Once I get to the bottom step, look around. It looks like a mid-evil dungeon. Master orders me to get on a bench of sorts. There are pads for my arms and legs on each side of the bench. Master straps my arms and legs to the pads. This position makes me feel powerless. Master rubs my ass then slowly slaps it with his hands. After about ten minutes Master picks up what looks like a leather paddle. He rubs it on my ass. It feels cold and good at the same time. To my surprise my cock is rock hard. It is pointed backwards towards my ass. So Master hit it lightly with the paddle! I jump at each strike and yell out. Master tells me with the basement’s stone walls, nobody can hear me. Master then hits my cock harder and faster. All I can do is yell as loud as I can. Yet Master doesn’t care and continues to torture my cock. He starts to alternate between my cock, balls, and ass. My mind does not know how to handle the torture. I try to pull on my bonds but it is no use. So all I can do is yell at the top of my lungs. Master continues for about 10 minutes. By the time he finishes my mind breaks and I am in tears. At that point Master pushes his huge cock up my ass and fucks me hard and fast. I hear his voice and smell him. Waves of pleasure sweep through me. The pain mixed with the pleasure of my Master’s voice and his scent takes over me. I moan in total ecstasy. Just as Master cums I feel my cock harden and erupt in the most powerful orgasm in my life. I yell out in pleasure instead of pain. Master falls on top of me breathing hard in my ear. Each breath causes more pleasure to ripple through my body. We stay this way for what seems like hours but most likely is only 15 minutes. As he gets up he pulls out of me. Master wakes in front of me, placing his cock to my lips. Master orders me to open. I obey without thinking. It is just a reaction. Master tells me to clean him. I start sucking his now soft cock. He pulls it out of my mouth and put his ball in my mouth instead. My mind is on autopilot and just lick his balls as if they were the juices berries I have ever tasted before. Next, Master un-straps my arms and legs from the bench. I crawl off the bench to my Master’s feet. He walks over to another cage and opens the door. I am ordered inside. This cage is much narrower than cages ups stairs. Only the width of my body while kneeling. Once inside, Master opens a hole in the top of the cage near the very end of the cage. He tells me to put my head through the hole. I put my head through the hole causing my naked body to be pressed against the bars of the cage. Then Master pushes a button on the cage which causes the hole in the cage to get smaller around my neck. Now I am not able to move my head back through the hole. Master then opens more holes on the side of the cage. I am ordered to put my hands through them as well. Again Master presses the button on the cage which makes the holes smaller around my wrists. Master then gets into the cage. I cannot see what he is doing but I feel my leg being locked into metal restraints. The restraints are then attached to the cage walls. I am now locked in and cannot move. Master closes the door and locks it. He then walks in front of me and grabs my cock and balls through another hold in the cage. He pushes another button then the hole that my cock and balls are pull-through shrinks to a size of a cock ring. Master has me literally by my balls! He tells me that I am to suck any cock that is put in front of my mouth. If I fail to give the best blow job to his frat bothers then I will be punished.

I believe that some of you guys must be familiar with the Footfriends website, though it was decommissioned a couple of years ago (what a pity!). Anyways, I first came across this site back in the 90’s, when it was only a foot board (early internet stages). If I’m not mistaken, the board still lives on. Even as a simple message board, footbuddies provided great service such as picture sharing, messages, stories and the advertising of male foot related events. That’s when I first learned about the biweekly foot parties in NYC. 

I was fascinated by all posts related to the parties, especially the pictures taken during the events. However, I lived far from NYC at that time; still, I was able to coordinate a couple of visits that same year. I’ve attended many parties after that and I have many stories to tell you about the events. Today I’m going to concentrate on my favorite one, the day I had sex with an almost Greek god, Officer Smith. 

In order to give you guys a clearer picture of why that day was so special to me, I need to take my narrative back to the day I first met him at one of the FF parties. The owner of the footbuddies board and host of the parties was Allan Pratt, a very nice gentleman who tried his best to offer the best time to all parties’ attendees; he would always make sure that all fetishes related to the male foot were contemplated in his parties: foot worshiping, tickling, bastinado, BDSM, etc. He also hired hot guys to be “at our service” during the events. That was really hot and I personally took all the possible advantage from these special “entertainers”. 

It was on the “uniform night” that my jaws fell flat when I saw Officer Smith entering the playroom. We all have seen  so called godlike men many times in our lives, either live or on every kind of screens, and OS was a perfect representation of that concept. Men in uniforms have a natural power to rule gay men’s fantasies, but that man was flawless! Over six feet tall, muscled body that harmoniously fit in a police uniform, spotless knee-high black boots, NYC PD’ cap and badge, black shades. He had the shiniest auburn black hair ever and devilishly good looks. I looked around and saw all men salivating in lust, some of them with boners that were hard to miss. 

OS sat on a sling like chair on the center stage and, on a deep masculine voice simply said: “I’m ready for you guys!”. Needless to say, you can imagine what happened then. Due to the fact they were held in public bars, there was a strict police of no touching dicks at the parties, especially the entertainers’. Though hard to resist, patrons respected that. PS: Among us, in the dark corners, this rule not always applied! Well, whenever the bees left the hive unattended, I got closer to check out OS’s feet. Guys, I’ve worshipped countless of feet in my life, some better looking than others, but it is really difficult to have a combination of beautiful face, body, and feet. OS had it all. 

From what I could tell at first glance, his feet were about size 10. They had the same olive tone of his face, perfect aligned toes with perfect manicured toenails; his perfect high arches added an irresistible fascination to the view, and his soft baby soles completed the picture. My heart raced as he looked at me standing frozen in front of his feet and simply commanded: “go ahead, don’t be shy”. That god was encouraging me to worship his feet, unbelievable! 

I took his left foot in my hands while the right one was being devoured by a young red head (whose feet I devoured myself a little later). His feet tasted exquisitely, even after being “used” by so many guys. I raised his foot up to my face, slurping his sole like a crazy dog, before lightly tickling his amazing high arches (he did not complain) and finally sucking each perfect toe at a time. He smiled all the time and said the attention felt great. I was in heaven and all I wanted to do was to cum all over his feet. “No dicks out”, remember the rule! 

OS became an obstination after that, I had to have that man for myself somehow, and that’s when friendly Allan Pratt came handy. Since my trips to NYC were solely to attend the parties, I was never in a hurry to leave them. This one, when I first laid my eyes on OS, took place on the all gone “The Lure”, a leather bar downtown. I stayed till closing time and helped Allan to organize the place, collecting empty bottles, all the mattresses he had all over the place, forgotten socks, things like that. So, it was easy to get OS’ contact a few weeks later when I asked Allan for the favor. 

It would be a bold move, try to hook up with that god FOR FREE, but I had nothing to loose by asking. And ask, I did! Long before I met OS at the Monday’s foot party in NYC, I started corresponding with a hot musician from Poughkeepsie, upper state NY. But I’ll tell you about this guy some other day. The thing is, I was staying in the city for a week at a friend’s place and had to make the most of it; that meant attending the foot party and having hook ups. I emailed OS first, told him I was an admirer and that I would love to have a private session with him so that I could worship his feet and body if he was up to it. In the meantime, I set up to see the musician, what he promptly agreed to as long as I would go to him, even on a week day. 

I went to the The Lure on Monday, enjoyed the party and met a very horny twink who loved to have his feet and nipples worked over (again, a later story) and headed to Poughkeepsie the next day to worship my hot musician’s body as planned. I have to stress that communication wasn’t as easy as it is today, so email was the way to go at the time. I read OS’s message later that day when checking my email at the musician’s computer; he said he would be delighted to have me the next day at his apartment in the city, sent me the address with the time. He also said that he was ok with the money thing (he was a famous escort at the time, legend says he met a rich guy with whom he fell in love with and quit his “career”). PS: not long after his retirement, OS deleted his escort profile and any other web content available on him; but I saved two pics from that party and will be more than happy to share with whoever is interested, just send me a request.

After working on my hot buddy all night long, I took the first train back to NYC to realize my dream. I consider myself a fairly punctual person but, maybe due to my horniness, nervousness and anxiety, I found myself in Chelsea two hours prior to my appointment with OS. It was hard to resist all the offerings for quickies I received from passers by (I do love NYC) and, when the clock stroke 5 to 4, I rang the bell of OS’s den. He answered, told me to come up to the fourth floor, where I found him standing in front of the door. Guys, I did not have any special requests about the way he should be dressed (an how could I, beggers can’t be choosers!) and he was wearing a black Armani shirt, plain blue jeans and a pair of sneakers that somehow exposed the beauty of his feet. He over towered me with a hug, gave me a French kiss an invited me in. My dick was already hard just then: was I dreaming? 

Once inside, we stayed in the living room where he offered something to drink; I agreed on a glass of water, he went to the kitchen and came back with two bottles. As my throat was dry from anticipation, I had half of it in a gulp. He then told me he lived in a two bedrooms apartment, one was the “master” and the other a playroom. He asked me to follow him and opened the door to what I saw as a dungeon. Guys, the room was filled with all possible apparatus for BDSM, from a sling to two or three different kinds of tables, the walls covered with objects I had to idea what they were used for; with a cute smile on his beautiful face, he apologized for not being able to have our “appointment” in that room, since tying either of us up would require a kind of time he unfortunately did not have. What could I say?! 

I told him the couch would suffice, and he just threw himself on it as a naughty boy and said in his deep mainly voice: “We are not at The Lure; here, anything goes. I understand you are into feet, so here are mine for you to do whatever pleases you; whenever you are tired of them, just remove my clothes and my naked body will be yours as well. Just go for it”. Two hours of details would be boring to narrate here, just imagine what happened! I assure you I left no terrain unexplored and OS simply responded to my hungriness towards his body as we were old time lovers. He loved the especial attention given to his feet, which he enjoyed being tickled, licked  and sucked at the same time. Such nice a guy!

PS again: got two loads from that hard cock on that afternoon in Chelsea.

I have been great friends with my friend Orval Leston for about 6 years and he is still in great health for a man that’s 98 years of age. I just turned 50 back in March and he knows that I am a gay man but he is straight and was married for many years but his wife past on years ago. I would visit him when he did his laundry every week and would go over to his place and chat. One morning about a few days back I was going to stop by and visit for a bit.

I walked to the retirement complex where Orval lives and went up to his door and knocked but no answer. So I went around the back to see I turned the knob and notice his back door was unlocked so I went in and was about to call him but saw that he was still sleeping. While I was inside I quietly closed and locked the door.

I walked over to the opposite side of the bed and looked under the covers and saw that he was naked. A great body for a 98 year old man. I got excited and thought I need to make love to this man.

So i got my shoes and socks off. removed my shirt. shorts and then my underwear. I had lube with me as well. I got into his bed and started to carress him and he woke up in shock and looked at me, Davey How did you get in here I said you left the door unlocked. He said Davey you know I have been straight all my life. I said yes but sometimes it’s fun to explore.

I said Orval I am gonna level with you. I have always wanted to make love to you. He said OK Davey you talked me into it. I got on top of him while we were still under the covers and we started to kiss. You are a great kisser Davey. So are you I told him. we took the covers off us and we were on the bed naked and Orval was enjoying every moment of it.

I went to kiss his whole body and asked him Orval has anyone ever put their mouth on your penis and made you have an orgasms’? I never had that done He said. K I said I am going to place my mouth on to your penis and do a mixture of sucking licking and blowing. I placed my mouth onto his little but hard penis and started to do the act.

OH yes That feels good he said OH DAVEY!!! I was licking sucking and blowing. I kept it up for a good 10 minutes and he says OH I”M GONNA POP!!!! His sweet nectur filled my mouth. He asked can I try ? I said yes have a go. He placed his mouth on my penis and did the same thing. His mouth was warm and I said ya Orval very good for your first time.

I said k now lets get you on your back and legs up. He did and I said I am gonna to lick your anal area, I went for it and he loved it. I asked him has another man ever put his penis inside of you? He said never had it done. I lubed him up and lubed myself up and said K Iam going to enter you. I did and he started to moan.

OHH DAVEY!! IT FEELS WONDERFUL!! He was on his back legs up my penis inside of him and we were making love and kissing.. Yes baby I told him yes yes. You are beautiful I told him. He said Davey Your penis feels good in me and you know how to please. I said yes baby. I started to pick up the pace and he was moaning OH YES OH DAVEY YA YA YES OOOO OH AH IM IN HEAVEN!! I was going faster and faster and I knew i was about to have an orgasms’.

I said Orval I’m almost there OHHHH, FILL ME UP WITH YOUR LOVE! Orval said. We both let out a large moan and I felt my sperm coming out of my penis and ejaculating’ inside of Orval’s anal area. I pulled out and we cuddled on the bed .OH wow Davey that was great. I said it was we fell asllep

I stepped into the bar and immediately felt the coolness of the air conditioning. It had been a hot motorcycle ride in the 100+ degree temps outside. I looked around for the guy I was supposed to be meeting here. All I had to go by was what he told me he would be wearing. We had set up this meet from some chats on Squirt a few days earlier and I had a hard cock in anticipation of what was to come from this meeting today.

I spotted him sitting at a table in a back corner, he was with someone else so I just walked up to the bar and ordered a cold beer. I turned around to watch him and he looked up at me then waved me over. When I got to his table he said. You must be Gary right? I’m Tom and this is Ted, but you can call us Sir, have a seat. We were all dressed a lot alike as this was a leather bar on the outskirts of Scottsdale. Vest, jeans, chaps and boots and I had on my leather hat with the Jack of Spades (*) emblem on it for all to see. These guys, as were most everybody else in the place, were black.

I set my beer on the table and sat down between them. Ted told me to take out their cocks and stroke them while we discussed what was going to happen to me tonight with them and some friends of theirs. The way we were situated everyone in the bar could see what I was doing but ignored it as it was normal for a JOS to be doing this kind of thing anywhere and anytime he was told to do so. I also was not the least bit embarrassed to be doing it as it is expected of me.

It’s good to finally meet you boy, said Tom. Are you ready for the weekend ahead? I told him I was indeed ready to take care of all of his needs. He asked me if I understood that would include all of his friends as well. I assured I was up for it. He just responded with, we’ll see, we’ll see. Why don’t get down on your knees and show my cock a little respect while Ted and conclude our business? So I pushed back the chair, knelt down and took his big black cock into my mouth and began slowly sucking it for him. I also continued stroking Ted’s equally impressive BBC.

Tom told me to suck Teds cock for awhile and just stroke his. It didn’t take Ted long to fill my mouth with his load of cum and he told me to swallow it all and I better not waste any of it. When I had swallowed all of Ted cum Tom had me stand up, drop my pants and bend over the table so he could fuck me. Now this action did the attention of some of the others in the bar and they came over for a closer look. Tom told that as soon as he finished breeding me they could have a turn.

Tom filled my ass with his seed and then he and Ted left. After I had been fucked right there in this bar by another six big black cocks with every one of them filling my ass with his cum I was told to get out. As I pulled up my pants I saw a note that Tom had left me on the table. It was an address and said to be there tonight at 10. I left and headed home until it was time to go meet Tom this evening.

I arrived at the address Tom had left me right at 10 and he met me at the door. He told me to take all my clothes off, ring the bell again and he would let me in. So as I am standing outside his front door stripping cars are going by and one of them slowed down and honked its horn at me. I rang the bell and then waited for quite some time standing there naked for all to see before the door opened and I was led into the house.

Inside there were 5 others besides Tom sitting at a poker table and Tom said “I told you guys I had something special for you tonight” This is Gary and he is a Jack of Spades. (*) He will do anything we tell him to do, right Gary? Yes Sir, I am here to please everyone however you want me to. Tom told me to start sucking cocks while they continued their game. I began with the closet one to me and just kept sucking one after another for a few minutes each. Just keeping each of them edged real good so they would be more than ready to fuck me when it came time for that.

Tom finally called a halt to the poker playing and told them all to cut the deck and they would each fuck me in order from high card to lowest card drawn.

The first one took me on my back with my legs up over his shoulders. He had his big cock all the way into me quickly and his balls slapping mine as he fucked me hard and fast. He was a quick cummer though and when he was ready to cum he pulled out and shot it all over my stomach. The next two fucked me in the same position but they both lasted much longer and filled me with their hot seed, breeding me deeply.

The fourth one lay down on his back and had me sit on his cock and fuck myself on it. When he was ready to cum he held my hips down and shot a huge load of cum inside my ass. When I got up off of him a lot of it ran out of my hole onto him. He told me to get my mouth down there and clean it up. While I was kneeling between his legs the fifth guy shoved his cock into me from behind. #4 took my head and pushed his soft cock into my mouth so I was now being spit roasted.

When they had all finished fucking me the poker game resumed and again I was sucking each of their cocks getting them ready for round two. For this round Tom decided that I should be tied down to something and spit roasted with everyone of them starting at my mouth then moving to my ass when the one fucking me finished, then just keep rotating like this until none of them could get it up again.

So the fucking began with me unable to move being tied down to a coffee table. Tome said he would start the fucking and the rest lined up at my mouth. Tom really fucked me hard and deep with that big black cock of his and lasted a long time. Alternating his strokes from seep and fast to slow and shallow until he finally let out a grunt and filled my ass with his cum. He slowly pulled out and the next one took over. This went on until they had all fucked me at both ends for over an hour.

When they released me they told me to leave. I went out the front door with cum dripping out of my ass and began dressing on the front steps. One of Tom’s neighbors came over and asked me what had been going on. I told him I was a Jack of Spades and was entertaining Toms poker party. He told me to lower my pants and bend over so he could get a turn in my ass. He then stepped up behind me and shoved the biggest cock of the night into my ass as hard and deep as he could. Then he started pumping in and out until he dumped another huge load into me. Then he turned me around and had me clean off his cock. As I was doing this Tom must have heard us outside because he stepped out and said, Hi Ed, I see you met my boi Gary here, did he please you okay? Ed told him that he had enjoyed fucking me. Tome told him that I would be back every poker night until they tired of me and he would send me over to his house when the games ended so I could give him a little.

I finished getting my clothes on and started to leave when Tom told me to be back next week at the same time.

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(*) jack of spades

A gay, bottom, male that is devoted to serving superior alpha black men. They often show their devotion by getting a Jack of Spades tattoo, A black spade with a white J in the middle.