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All characters are 18 or older. This story is fiction, created for entertainment only.

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Roger tossed Scott the gag.

“Here, put the gag back in his mouth.”

They yanked the man to his feet, bending him over the wooden bed frame. Scott tied his ankles to the bed posts. His legs were wide apart and his cock and balls were hanging between his open legs. Roger smacked the man’s ass six more times with his belt.

“It’s time to give you a good hard fucking, uncle Walter!”

Roger dropped his pants, smeared something on his hard cock and quickly shoved it into the man’s ass. Roger’s hips were slapping hard against the man’s ass cheeks.

“AHHhhhhh, you ass is good and tight uncle. Yeah! Yeah! You’re being bread by an alpha male!”

They untied the man and shoved him over to a desk and sat him down. Roger placed a paper in front of him and handed him a pen.

“Now, write to your sister and tell her to mail the cashiers check to this
box number.”

The man scribble something on the paper. Roger picked it up and put it in his pocket. Scott began to chuckle.

“Look at his cock. I think fucking him made him all hot!”

“Yeah, whatever. Put him back in the cage. He can play with himself all he
likes.”

Jim and John quietly back away from the door and went back into the bedroom across the hall. Roger and Scott locked the bedroom door and left.

“Did you hear what I heard? Roger called him uncle Walter.”

“Yeah.”

“Then that guy in there is Walter Mortan. He’s not missing, Roger and Scott Kidnapped him!”

Jim and John went outside to make sure Ryon and Scott were gone.

John shouted to Jim.

“Hey! Come look at this. Dual truck tire tracks. Just like the ones at the
book store.”

“You’re right. They do look exactly the same.”

“That part fits, but why kidnap Walter?”

Jim shook his head.

“I’m wondering how the hell can Mr. Mortan be Roger’s uncle?”

“We better report this to the police and my dad. He’ll want to print it in the paper.”

Jim shook his head.

“Not yet. We need to piece this thing together first.”

“What about Mr. Mortan? Are we gonna leave him there?”

“He’s fine with Roger and Scott taking care of him. Besides we need to get something to cut that lock off the door.”

They got in the their and headed off for town.

“Dad said he was going to be working late. Let’s stop by the paper and see
if we can find anything on Walter Mortan and his late wife Cindy.”

When they got to the newspaper, the office it was closed.

“Dad must have gone home. We’ll have to stop by in the morning.”

Next morning, Jim and John walked into the newspaper where Ben was busy sorting articles. They waved at him.

“Do you think you have the wedding announcement of Walter Mortan and his wife Cindy?”

Ben shook his head.

“No. I wouldn’t have that. Walter was already married when he came to Gayport. Why do you ask?”

“Nothing particular. We were just wondering about his family.”

They drove down to the hardware store and bought a pair of bolt cutters. They drove up to the Weaver lodge. They spotted Roger’s truck out front. They quietly entered through the cellar again and up to the main room.

Roger and Scott had Walter in the main room by the stone fireplace. Walter’s arms were tied behind his back and there were several clothespins clamped to his nipples. There was also a small rope tied around his cock and balls. 

Roger grabbed a wooden chair with a large dildo attached to it. Roger smacked Walter across the ass with a belt.

“Sit your ass down in that chair. Right on top that dildo.”

Walter turned and walked over to the chair. He stopped as he looked at the dildo. Roger slapped him across the face.

“What are waiting for? You had that up your ass before. SIT ON IT!”

Walter slowly sat, positing his ass over the dildo and sliding down over it. Roger grabbed Walter by the shoulders and quickly shoved him all the way down on the chair. Scott was laughing as he watched. Roger slapped Walter across the face again.

“Now, bounce on it, bitch!”

Walter began sliding up and down on the dildo as Roger and Scott laughed at him.

Jim and John were both getting quite aroused by everything that was going on. Walter’s cock was beginning to swell up as he rode up and down on the dildo. Roger walked up to Walter and slapped him again.

“What do you say, bitch?”

Walter looked up.

“My I please suck your cock, Sir?”

“You like my big cock, bitch?”

“Yes, Sir. It’s an Alpha male cock.”

Scott was getting excited.

“I like how fast he learns.”

Scott reached down and grabbed the end of the rope that was tied around Walter’s cock and balls. Suddenly, he yanked it up as hard as he could. Walker yelped and came up off the chair and the dildo. Roger slapped him across the ass with the belt.

“Get on your knees. You got some cock to suck dry, bitch!” 

Jim and John watched as Roger and Scott fucked Walter in the face. He gagged several times and his face was covered with sperm. They yanked Walter to his feet, shoved him back into the bedroom. They gagged and blindfolded him before locking him in the cage.

John peeked out the window.

“They’re driving away. Looks like everything is clear.”

Jim tapped John on the shoulder.

“Did you notice they didn’t lock the bedroom door.”

Jim reached down to adjust his erection in his pants. John did the same.

“My cock is dripping wet.”

“So is mine.”

“I thought I was going to shoot my load without even touching myself.”

“Did you hear the sound of that dildo sucking in and out of his ass?”

“Yeah. It made me instantly hard.”

The boys slipped quietly into the bedroom where Walter was. He was kneeling
in the cage. Walter heard them and began making muffled sounds through his gag.

John whispered to Jim.

“What are we gonna do?”

Jim whispered back.

“I say we have a little fun. He’s blindfolded and can’t see us. We got two
full cocks that need draining.”

Jim walked up to the cage and removed the gag. He stuck his hard cock
through the wire in front of Mr. Mortan.

“Suck!”

Walter quickly gobbled up Jim’s hard dick. Jim closed his eyes, put his
head back and waited for his orgasm to arrive. John was so aroused, it didn’t even take a minute for him to cum in Walter’s mouth. 

They both looked down at Walter and saw the sperm pumping from his cock. Jim slapped John on the arm.

“Wow. He shot his load without even touching his dick!”

Walter quickly raised his head.

“Who are you? You’re not Roger or Scott. Please! Help me!”

Jim pulled the blindfold off Walter’s eyes.

“Its Jim Miller and John Foster.”

“Ben’s son? How did you find me?”

“It’s a long story. Before we get you outta here we need some questions
answered.”

“Yes, yes. Anything.”

“How are you related to Roger Roncad?”

“He’s my nephew. I married his mothers sister, Cindy. We were married in Harrington, where we attended university. When Roger’s mother was diagnosed with cancer, Cindy she wanted to move back to Gayport. To be close to her sister.”

Jim smiled.

“Why did Roger and Scott kidnap you? Did they want to make you their sex slave?”

“No, no. My sister, Ellen sold her farm in the Midwest. 280 acres in all. 2.4
Million dollars. She always said if she sold the family farm I would get half the money. Somehow Roger and his mother found out about it.”

Walter stared up at Jim.

“I never liked that kid. He was always a mean bully. I could tell from the first time I ever met him. I knew he was trouble. I don’t know what he’ll do to me after he gets the money. You’ve got to get me out of here!”

Suddenly the door swung open. Roger stood in the doorway with a rifle in his hand.

“Well, well. If it ain’t Jimmy and Johnny, the buddy fuckers.”

Scott stepped into the room also holding a rifle. He waved it at Jim and John. 

“You two! Get them fucking clothes off.”

Jim and John quickly stripped off their clothes and stood naked in front of Roger. He handed Scott some rope.

“Tie these to ass wipes up! Hands and arms behind their backs.

Scott quickly bound them with the rope. Roger waved the rifle at them again.

“Get on your knees!”

He turned to Scott.

“Go get some duct tape from the truck for their mouths. That should hold you two pricks for now.”

Roger unlocked the cage and pulled Walter out. 

“Get on your knees! Spread your legs open. All the way!”

Roger removed his belt from his pants.

“I wanna know what you told these two fuck ups!”

“Please, Roger. I didn’t say any…”

Roger brought his boot up between Walter’s legs, hitting him directly in the balls.

Walter let out a scream, quickly falling on the floor with his legs tucked up together. Roger grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back to his knees.

“Spread you leg’s, bitch! Now, you gonna tell me what you said? Or do you want me to whip your cock and balls with this belt?”

“NO! Please, Roger…Please. I’ll tell you.”

Roger slapped Walter across the face.

“Tell me, bitch!”

“I…..I told them about you mother and my wife were sisters. I told them about my sister selling the farm…and about the money.”

Roger shook his head, then slapped Walter again.

“You’re a pussy wimp with a big mouth!”

Scott interrupted.

“What about them? They know everything now.”

Roger smacked Walter across the ass with his belt.

“Get back in the cage!”

Roger locked the cage and turned to Jim and John.

“I think we’re gonna take a little trip downstairs.”

They led Jim and John down to the cellar. Roger had an evil smile on his face as he walked up to Jim. He grabbed him by the chin and held his head up.

“I always wanted to fuck that righteous little ass of yours. I used to see you strutting around the gym like a little whore.”

Roger forced Jim over the old work bench and kicked his legs apart.

“Now I’m gonna show you want an alpha male cock feels like going up your ass!”

Roger rammed his fingers up Jim’s ass. First two, then three.

“Nice tight hole for my big hard cock.”

Scott had bent John over the end of the bench and was rubbing his stiff
cock up and down his ass crack.

“Feel that? Big hard dick all ready for your pussy.”

Jim and John were helpless to do anything, except stand there and get fucked by these two bullies. Roger hammered Jim’s ass hard, pounding him against the bench. Scott finished fucking John and turned him around with his back to the bench.

Scott was roughly yanking up and down on John’s semi-hard cock.

“I always wanted to jerk you off. You better not disappoint me, bitch. Let me see you cum!” 

Roger stepped back from Jim, smiling as he saw his seed dripping from Jim’s ass. He grabbed his belt and gave Jim’s ass and good spanking. Scott was milking John’s cock, squeezing and twisting the head. Roger turned to Scott.

“Come’on Scott! Let’s get going.”

“What about these two?”

“Leave’em! By the time they get loose we’ll be gone with the money.”

Jim and John waited until the heard their truck pull away. They backed up to one another and Jim untied the ropes on John. Jim gave him a big smile.

“Excellent. Now, untie me.”

They went back upstairs to get their cloths and Walter, but only their clothes were there.

“I wonder where they took Mr. Mortan?”

“We need to get to a phone and Call Walter’s sister.”

“Where are we gonna get her phone number?”

                                >>>>>>

Chief Brinkman walked into the jail and found his deputy, Jack Fuller, in the cell with Bill Hawkins. Billy was stark naked, on his knees cuffed to the cell bars. Deputy Fuller was stepping on Billy’s cock with his boot.

“You can do better, Billy! Com’on. I won’t take my boot off you cock until you suck me off!”

Chief Brinkman stood in the hallway watching.

“OH! Hi Chief! I had to bring Billy in again.”

“Yeah, I can see that. When you get through, I’m gonna breed the boy! You tie him down to the cot.”

“Yes, sir. Will do.”

Deputy Fuller removed his boot from Billy’s hard dick. He gave Billy’s balls a nudge with the toe of his boot.

“You better hurry, Billy. You know what happens if you disappoint the Chief.”

The boys got on their dirt bikes and raced into town. Jim picked up a large
rock.

“You gonna smash the window?”

“Yeah. The only way since we don’t have a key. Stand back!”

Jim hurled the rock at the side window, shattering the pane. He reached in
and unlatched the window.

“I think Mr. Mortan’s office is next to the store room.”

They opened the door and turned on the light. On the floor was a metal cage
and in side was the naked Mr. Mortan. He was still shackled, gagged and
blindfolded. Jim quickly reached through the wire and pulled the gag and
blindfold off.

“Is that you? Jim and John?”

“Yes, Mr. Mortan. We need to call your sister before she sends the
money. We need to stop that cashiers check from reaching Roger!”

“That won’t work. Boys. She sent it yesterday.”

Jim shook his head.

“Shit! I guess that means you loose, Mr. Mortan.”

Walter smiled.

“Just between me and you two boys. I kind of enjoyed my adventure. It was
humiliating being stripped and held in a cage. At first, being forced to do
all those sexual things. It was humiliating and degrading, but it did
arouse something in me. If you say anything, I’ll deny it.”

Jim smiled back at him.

“I noticed you were pretty damn good when you were sucking my cock back
there at the lodge.”

John jumped in.

“Yeah! You did a fine job on mine too!”

Jim turned to John.

“Let’s go to the police station and tell Chief Brinkman about everything we
found.”

The boys told Chief Brinkman about Ryon and Scott and their plan to steal
the money from Mr. Mortan. Walter came to the station and confirmed what
the Marty boys had said.

“So they kept you in the old Weaver Lodge for all that time?”

Walter nodded.

“They came twice a day to bring me food and water.”

Walter and the boys had conveniently left out the fact that Walter was
kept naked in a cage. Also, that Roger and Scott had sexually assaulted him
every time they came to feed him. 

Walter also left out the part where he had oral sex with Jim and John.

Chief Brinkman and Deputy Fuller picked up Roger and Scott when they opened
their mail box the next day. There was an envelope from Walter’s sister,
but there was no check. 

Walter had talked with her previously about getting the check in person. Because he wanted to see the old farm where he grew up one more time before it sold. When his sister got the letter, she knew it was not true.

As for Walter, he was a rich man and he bought the old Weaver Lodge. He intended on renovating it. During his captivity, Walter became rather fond of being kept naked
in a cage. He also became fond of being used for disgusting sexual acts. 

Walter struck up a deal with Jim and John. On Saturdays, Walter would put himself in the cage and they could come by and do what they liked to the naked Mr. Mortan.

END.

It has been a week since I met my three daddies at my local sauna and it had been a hard week-literally. I had gone home completely satisfied after they had pissed and cummed over me and my white Speedos. The Speedos had dried up and were now a very interesting colour and texture. My cock had not dried up though! Every hour or so it was another jerk off session thinking about my initiation into daddy afternoon. It was even worse at work and I was very nearly caught wanking in the toilets. During the week it was payday and I was able to think about finding some stuff that might help me when I was feeling horny. I went to a sex shop and had a good look round. I decided on a butt plug and some nipple clamps. I loved the feeling as I slowly inserted the plug into my hole and kept it in for a long time. My nipples had never been so sensitive after a week of clamps on them.

Saturday eventually came round and you can guess where I was going. I rang the doorbell again once more with a trembling hand. As I went in the guy behind the desk winked at me and asked if I had had a good time last week. I smiled and said that it was all right. I hadn’t realised that everything that had gone on in the steam room had been captured on CCTV and had been greatly enjoyed by quite a big audience. He showed me some footage that made me feel proud and embarrassed in equal measure. I went into the changing room and slipped my Speedos on.

Last time I hadn’t made it beyond the steam room but this time I wanted to explore further. I walked through the whole place and saw that there was a big room at the top of the house with a do not enter sign on it. I had hoped to see the real alpha daddy from last week but he didn’t seem to be about. There were a few younger guys about but no daddies and I was very disappointed. Then something happened. The guy from reception came through and said that I could go up now. I was expected and pointed towards the stairs. I climbed up and stood in front of the do not enter sign and instinct kicked in and I knocked on the door. This deep voice said come in. I pushed the door open.

What I saw were my three daddies from last week sat with their towels on. They looked gorgeous as ever and I was very excited to see them again. The alpha daddy called me over by saying over here boy. I went over and he looked at my hard cock in my Speedos and asked me if I wanted to carry on where we had left off last week. I nodded. In that case boy then down on all fours. I quickly obeyed. The stocky daddy came over and he took off his towel. He was wearing a pair of cycling shorts under his towel and they really suited his physique. You could see how powerful his furry legs were. He told me to suck him like last time. I quickly obeyed as I started to lick the front of his shorts trying to get him hard. The shorts quickly turned colour as he started to piss in them and told me to lick up the mess. I did so gladly. The shorts came down and I could smell his piss. He then forced my mouth on to his cock and I started to suck. Suddenly I heard a voice whisper in my ear. He said don’t worry we always play safe. I then heard a ripping sound as something was happening to the back of my Speedos.

I felt some movement and then a jolt when through my body as a finger started to poke at my hole with a great deal of urgency. I then felt some wetness as the muscular daddy started to lick my arse and then his tongue became more urgent as he managed to get it further in. I wanted to groan but I still had stocky daddies cock in my mouth and I couldn’t stop sucking. A voice said you want my cock up your arse don’t you boy and all I could do was nod. I can tell that you are ready as your hole is nice and wide. Have you been practising with anyone else? I shook my head. A lot of lube was suddenly inserted into my hole and a surprisingly gentle pressure started. I could feel his cock slowly going in and I relaxed myself as I had done when I was using the butt plug. As he entered deeper into me the pleasure intensified and I was aware that I was being fucked from both ends by two hot daddies. I couldn’t believe it but both of them were moaning and I had to concentrate to make sure that my daddies were pleased. The intensity of thrusts increased and suddenly the muscular daddy fucking my hole moaned and I could feel him tighten up as the first spasm shook his body. He shot a huge load and this encouraged my stocky daddy to cum too. He pulled out and shot his load over my chest and it trickled down towards my Speedos. I took a handful of cum and smeared it across my hard cock in my Speedos. I then turned around and the muscular daddy showed me a very full condom full of his cum. He told me to eat it whilst it was still fresh and I slowly poured his cum out of the condom and down my throat. I saved a bit to smear over my nipples.

The alpha daddy had been watching all of this and suddenly pulled off his towel. He was wearing the smallest black Speedo I had ever seen. It looked wonderful against his tanned, toned body and I knew he was wearing it in my honour. He told me to get on my back with my legs in the air. He wanted to fuck me as my hole was good and ready for him. I did what I was told and he was looming above me. I saw him slip on a condom as he pulled his cock out of the leg of his Speedos. He slowly massaged my hole and I was ready. His big cock slipped in easily at first but he was a lot bigger than the other daddy and things felt uncomfortable. Once again I had to relax and I tried to do this. Things got a bit easier and suddenly pleasure kicked in as he started to pound my prostate. He started gently but he soon built up his rhythm and my groans got louder and louder. The other daddies were by his side and one of them was playing with my nipples which were soon very sore and felt incredible. The other started to piss on me. The alpha daddy suddenly stopped and pulled out. The condom was ripped off and he started to wank. An unconscious smile appeared and his balls started to tighten. He said I want you to see how well you have done as he shot his load. It covered my face and chest. He then said now you boy. I started to jerk off as I was watched by my daddies and I shot my load all over the alpha daddies Speedos. We now both had cum stained Speedos.

I was wet and tired but very satisfied as I was pushed out of the room. Alpha daddy said look in your locker. I went downstairs and opened the locker. Inside was an envelope addressed to a good boy. Inside the envelope there was £100. I suddenly felt like a whore and that felt good as I was a whore who had pleased his clients.

The Best Things in Life for You Too

He suggested entering the tent first of all and I told him that first we could strip.

-Let’s strip inside the tent, Ciriaco.

So we entered our tent and were fast to take everything off. He couldn’t be harder but I also was.

-Good, Ajay, now you can spend the whole weekend totally nude and that hard.

He managed to make me lie on the floor of the tent and first he kissed my mouth as he told me.

-Now I’ll go for a swim prior to sleeping, but first a long moment of sweetness with my sexy father.

And he was touching everything of me and of course I did the same and thus we were: sweetly kissing and touching for some minutes till I became frightened cause he had grabbed my dick and was jacking me off.

-Please don’t do that, Ajay.

-Oh, for Christ’s sake, Ciriaco, you allow me almost everything, but why don’t you also let me play a bit with that sexy dick of yours?

-I should masturbate you too then.

-Now only me, dad, please allow me to make you cum. You do it to me too frequently. Now please let me help you cum, just me.

-Ajay, I won’t behave stupidly now either for I can see how hard you are as you’re masturbating me, so ok, my sexy son, you can go on, but please don’t go further with my dick.

My sweet son was having the time of his life, I perceived, cause his father had finally allowed him to please his dick a while. So far so good, anything to keep him hard and having sexual fun with his father this weekend. I would soon blow him again or give him my ass to fuck. We could have a lot of fun this weekend. But his hand on my dick, his lips on mine, his other hand touching everything, together with the love I felt for him, all of this made me shoot a first load inside our tent without any time to warn him.

-Good, at last I’ve been allowed to make you cum, Ciriaco. Now I’m gonna swim.

-I’ll accompany you.

And it was a wonderful water temperature that we felt rubbing our naked bodies. But he only wanted to play with me and sometimes he stopped swimming a while in order to kiss me and touch me and I responded with the same sweetness. Finally after half an hour swimming, we decided to return to the tent and sleep. We’d have a lot of time the two next consecutive days to do anything he wanted.

Little we spoke before I finally fell asleep. He’d told me previously that he would probably masturbate looking at me if I were first to fall asleep. Maybe I was dreaming of Ajay whacking off looking at his father’s body for I supposed I went rock hard but I suddenly opened my eyes in the midst of a wet dream when I noticed Ajay was sucking my dick!

-What… what are you doing, Ajay?

-Since I was sure you’d never allow me this fun I so desire, I knew I had to do it when you were unconscious. So I decided not to sleep and let you fall asleep first so I could finally do what I so much desired doing. I wanted to choose the best things in life for you too. So I hope now my wonderful father doesn’t stop me. I prefer sucking your dick with your consent, Ciriaco and I don’t wanna stop. So do I have your consent?

-I’ll have to allow you, Ajay, since I’m sure that if I don’t, you’ll wait for me till I’m asleep again and resume the blowjob.

-Thanks, Ciriaco. This weekend’s gonna be very funny. But do you know why I have decided to give you a blowjob instead of making you fuck me?

-Not that, please.

-I also desire being fucked, but I thought that if you fucked me first and then I’d suck your cock, it would taste like an ass, mine, and I wanted to know first the taste of your dick and it’s so scrumptious, dad. Please after now don’t be an asshole, Ciriaco –I had to smile when he called me asshole as he was blowing me, and oh how good he was and how I noticed now his strong desire to do precisely this.

But my love for him was increasing, so much that it hurt, watching my own son behaving as a real man now and his masculinity made me fill his young mouth soon.

-Ciriaco, I wanna be fucked. Do I also have to wait for you to fall asleep again to treacherously jump to your cock and fuck myself on it?

-I see I have no more chance for I don’t want you to wake me up again, now with my dick up your ass, so ok, I’ll try, but that’s all I promise.

-Come on, Ciriaco, shove it in.

So that’s what I started doing with a lot of fears, but watching Ajay’s bare ass like that on all fours in our tent was so enticing, and I loved him, so of course I wanted to fuck him, but didn’t want to cause him any pain. But my dick was already in, though only the tip. I asked him.

-What are you feeling, Ajay?

-So far I like it, Ciriaco, but push deeper.

So that’s what I was doing and I could notice a grimace of pain in his sexy face.

-It’s hurting you, Ajay, I should stop.

-Never stop, dad. It hurts me cause I’m a virgin but it doesn’t hurt as much as I was expecting. And I so desire your fucking me, Ciriaco, you sexy thing. Don’t withdraw your dick and keep on fucking me, please.

It was three more minutes that I fucked him reluctantly for that’s what he’d asked me and I knew well he would treacherously fuck himself on my dick if I stopped now, but after that time I noticed the utmost beauty I’ve ever seen in a person’s eyes. Ajay started now shouting in ecstasy, urging me to go on for the fun was supreme now and also told me that now please I should fuck him frequently, now we should uninhibitedly have all kinds of sex with each other.

-You know what, Ciriaco? Once I’ve learnt that what I really enjoy is sex with my father, I don’t need girls, you’re sexier and the only one I need.

I came then for the first time inside his ass and took my dick out.

-Now we should sleep something, Ajay –I told him with such a moved voice that it was probably betraying my feelings.

We managed nevertheless to sleep that night and the next day we swam a lot in the river but it was him who told me.

-Let’s get out of the water, now, Ciriaco, and fuck each other. You first this time.

This second time I was fucking him, I was all the time thinking that I would soon be fucked next, but also knew that my fucking him was the right thing, for not every day you find a son asking his father to fuck him and I would give my sweet Ajay anything he asked me. But so eager I was to be fucked next that I came soon and I assumed now a position, lying on my back on the floor, where I could look into his eyes as he fucked me.

-Yeah, Ajay, you know what daddy wants, do it again.

This time he entered me with a lot more security and saying.

-How sweet this is, my hot father, my hot Ciriaco. I hope you think the same.

-I do, my sexy Ajay.

He was only ten minutes now shagging me till he yelled really loud, probably frightening the sea gulls nearby, which hovered now around us.

We walked comfortably together, sometimes swam again and sometimes also entered the tent where he told me he would suck my cock one more time.

–When a man loves a man, dad. That’s what happening to you, isn’t it? I can notice a strong feeling in you when we have sex, as if saying to yourself something like this: “as far as my son wants sex with me, we’ll have it, for that’s what he wants, and this way I will not drown in love”.

He had already leant to suck a cock as the most experts of boys, but as he did, I had to answer.

-I cannot help it, Ajay, but let it not influence you. We’ll keep on having sex as far as you desire it, that’s all.

-Dad, all of this started between us as an act of freedom, then it turned into lust. Later it was a real need for me to have sex with you and finally I got the security, as I told you yesterday, that it’s only you that I need. But now as I have another chance to relish in fatherly tastes, it’s turning love, Ciriaco, and I’m sure I’ll end up the day totally in love with you. This man also needs a man now, dad. Will you be my man?

I came then and cried.

-Ajay, I love you, I do, and deeply. If you also love me, slightly or deeply, you will always have me. When a father loves a son, when a man loves a man who also loves him, being a couple is the only thing that makes sense. So, after now we’re one, my sexy son. Now I’ll suck your cock again.

How it moved me to know now I was sucking again Ajay’s cock, the cock of the one I loved, the cock of the man who loved me. He’d grown in his manhood enough for me to know that now I was all he needed and I’d never let him down now. When his semen finally fell in my mouth after ten minutes, I knew that now we were one and when a man loves a man, everything’s sweet and good. We would finish our stay in this nudist cove and make the journey back being a couple.

And that’s how we started. He’s mostly naked all day and still has the habit of masturbating before me, sometimes grabbing my dick and taking care of both cocks at once. Always sleeping together, often giving each other blowjobs, often fucking, always in love, he’s always my young love, always hornier than I could expect him.

MY FARM.

“So, you’ve finally come back to farm country.”

Brody says sarcastically, “What was your first clue, Buck?”

Not the response I hoped for when I came to meet him in my barn. He’s wearing a tight white t-shirt, a pair of painted-on Wranglers, and new cowboy boots. The tanned stud looks great. 5’10” and now up to 230-lbs of bronzed, gym-crafted muscle. I’m in the exact same outfit, but my boots are worn from doing work here on my farm. I’m 6’2″/240-lbs of farm-raised beef, made from hard work more than exercise.

As I strip off my shirt, I tell him, “Don’t be an asshole.”

“Oh, don’t tell me you’ve gone soft.”

I try to make nice, “How’s life in LA?”

“It’s great. How’s life in the closet?”

I tense up at the accusation. “Go fuck yourself. See you in another five years.”

As I storm out of my barn, Brody calls out to me, “BUCK! WAIT! Where the fuck are you going? It was just a joke.”

I turn back, “I’m not laughing. Look, I get it. You hate this town and everyone in it. Including me, I reckon. We’re a bunch of ignorant hicks. You’re living the big life in LA and wish you didn’t have to come back this year for Thanksgiving. Go treat your family like crap. I’m not taking shit from you.”

Brody strips off his shirt, “C’mon, Buck. Don’t make me go back to the family. I added a day to my trip just for you. Let’s wrestle. Like we used to.”

I just stare at my former best friend. “I’m surprised you want to. I’m just a big old country boy. Scruffy. Never been in a gym. Out west, you got the hottest guys in the world to pick from. Bodybuilders and actors and models and shit. Boys a lot hotter than me.”

Brody says softly, “There’s no one hotter than you. Not to me. Not in LA, not anywhere.” I just look at him. He says, “I’m sorry. It’s just my – never mind. I took my shit out on you, and I shouldn’t have. You’re the only thing I look forward to when I come home. Please don’t make me go.”

I smile. There’s my buddy. It’s stressful for him, coming home to a family that doesn’t understand him or accept him. He used to come up every year, but this time, it’s been five long years. It always takes him a little while to calm down. This year is the worst that I’ve seen him, but I figured a little tough love would bring him back. Must’ve had one helluva dust-up with the kin last night. Or maybe today when he told them he was coming here for the night. I don’t bother asking.

Brody and me grew up thick as thieves. Handsome. Muscular. Star athletes. Football. Wrestling. Biggest studs in school. We hung out and worked out, never apart. We ran the fucking school. No one knew we were gay and fucking each other every chance we got. No one knew we’d drive over an hour just to get to the nearest bar where we could hang out as just a couple of underage party boys. If anyone had ever figured it out, we’d have been done for.

After high school, I was going to go to college. Study agriculture. I never made it. My parents died in June in a car accident and well, the farm needed me and I needed home. Brody helped me through it that summer. If I’d asked, he woulda stayed, but I couldn’t do that to him. He tried to get me to come with him, but I couldn’t do that, either. I couldn’t leave everything I ever knew.

Just for the record, I’m not in the closet anymore and he knows it. I haven’t been since he came out. 12 years ago, Brody asked my permission to come out at his family Thanksgiving. He knew it wouldn’t take but a minute for folks ‘round here to guess what we’d been doin’ all through high school. I told him to do it and yep, word spread fast. Everyone in town knows my deal. We just don’t talk about it.

Anyway, I still miss him. I’m too busy to go to LA, what with my farm and helping out some of the older folks around the area. We gotta settle for a day of wrestling and fucking when he comes home for Thanksgiving. Otherwise, it’s just social media. There are other guys in my life now, but nothing serious. I think he’s the same, but maybe he has a man and just isn’t telling me.

Long distance has pulled us apart a bit, but seeing him standing here takes me back.

I tell him, “You look the best I’ve ever seen you. Tanned. Ripped. Like a bodybuilder. And you’ve really grown into that broken nose I gave you.”

Brody laughs, “Yeah, I still owe you for that. But seriously, it’s so much easier to stay in shape out there. Guys live at the gym. One of my buddies actually lives over his own gym. Food is healthier. I’m already feeling gross after one day back here.”

I smirk, “How many helpings of your mom’s fried chicken have you had?”

Brody drops his head, “Three. Last night along with a hundred pounds of carbs. Plus, with the biscuits and gravy for breakfast. Then again for lunch with more fucking carbs.”

I grab his shoulder, “That’s a good country boy diet.”

“No, that’s stress eating.” Brody grins, “Speaking of country boys, you’re sure as fuck not living on fried foods. You look great. Bigger and better than ever.”

I blush. I’m a big boy. No abs, but broad shoulders, flat stomach, thick arms and legs. I got no problem getting local guys. They think I’m hot. And around here, I suppose I am. Brody and me just stare at each other, admiring the view.

Brody shakes his head, “Still the sexiest man alive. Too bad you’re hidden away, living alone in this backwater -”

I interrupt, “Careful. Don’t be putting down my home. But thanks.”

“I mean it. You’re the hottest man I know.” Brody says, “So, we doing this, country boy?”

“You know it, city boy.”

LET’S GO.

We face off in just our white briefs, like we did back in high school. I’m taller and heavier, 6’2″/240-lbs of muscle and bulk. Brody is 5’10” and a rock solid 230-lbs. I’ve never lost to him, earning the right to fuck his ass every time, even though we end up going both ways during the day and night. I only get around 20 hours with my buddy, so I make the most of it.

We circle, both grinning like we did in high school. We’re both tenting our white briefs. We lock up and struggle for control. It’s pretty close for a minute, but I power him down. Not that I dominate him. He’s still quicker than me, even with all his new muscles. It’s enough to frustrate my strength. We grapple on the mat, trying lots of holds, but none of them stick. It gets pretty intense, but that’s how we like it.

Headlocks, chinlocks, armlocks, leglocks … if you can lock it up, we try. Scissors, pins, throws … none of it lasts, but it’s fun to try. We do anything we can, except for low blows. Yeah, we can get a little fresh with that type of stuff, but never this early.

By the time we break, we’re breathing hard, sweating, pumped and neither of us accomplished jack shit. Our smiles are bigger and our cocks are even harder in our white briefs. We both get a drink of water then move in again.

We circle my mats. This time, I power him into a side headlock. I squeeze his head against my side, crushing him into my beef. He moans and I feel his hands running around my leg then my waist. I keep cranking, enjoying the moment before I hip toss him to the mat. I never get my chance.

Brody holds tight then lifts me up. Before I know it, I’m crashing back onto my shoulders in a side suplex. WHAM! I lose the headlock, letting him escape. My buddy sits on my right leg as he grabs behind my left knee. He lifts my leg then pushes it forward. It’s okay, until he puts his shoulder into it. My knee comes close to my face – a lot closer than it should on a big guy like me.

I grunt and moan as he stretches my groin and hamstring. Oh fuck. I reach up to push him off, but he swats my hands away. Still, I bug him enough that he backs up on the hold, relieving the pressure. I try to roll over, but Brody sits back and wraps my left leg up in a leglock. With my ankle in his armpit and his legs holding me down, the stretching puts pressure between my ankle and knee. Fuck!

I try to kick out, but his muscles are tough and I’m having trouble focusing. I manage to use my weight advantage to roll us over and remove the pressure, but it was too easy. I find out why real fast. As soon as we’re over, he squats and lifts my leg, maneuvering me into a single leg crab. Fuck! I grunt and groan, my leg and back both tensing up.

Brody sits back, making sure I’m feeling the hold. Damn, I ain’t as young as I used to be and I’m out of practice. I fight to kick out, but his hand slides down onto my bulge. Oh shit, he’s starting this shit early. It’s real soft and sexy. Any other time, I’d be loving the feeling of his big hand playing with my junk in my briefs. Doing it now is just distracting me and keeping me in the hold.

My back is seizing up, but I don’t give. I try to press up and kick back, but it doesn’t work. I groan from the pain in my back, but I moan from Brody’s big paw teasing my package. Fuck, my thick cock is leaking and throbbing. My buddy could get me to shoot right now, I’m so horny for him.

I twist hard to the side, finally toppling him over and off me. While Brody stands up, I reach down and adjust my hard cock in my briefs. Yeah, that’s better. I check out his chiseled body as he towers over me, happy to see he’s hard, too. We exchange smiles, but while I’m taking a break, he’s sizing me up.

The tanned bodybuilder leaps up and splashes down on top of me. SPLAT! I’m surprised, so his weight really drives all the air out of my body. OOF! Brody pushes me onto my stomach then mounts my back. He locks on a full nelson then rolls us over. My chin is forced between my pecs as my neck and shoulders are tortured. Fuck.

We’re both sweating and breathing hard. I can’t power out. Brody really has gained a lot of strength since the last time we wrestled. When he wraps his legs around my waist and squeezes on the scissors, I’m really grunting in pain. I struggle to roll us, but my buddy has me held tight. I go limp, focusing on getting free.

Brody crushes me with the scissors, but his nelson lightens up. I put everything I’ve got into a fast, powerful burst, driving my arms down. The force breaks his hands apart, getting me out of the nelson. I sit up and away as he goes for a chinlock. I pull free of his legs and we roll up to our feet. My chest is heaving as I fight to focus.

I stare at his powerful body. My old size and strength advantage has diminished, plus, it seems like he’s a better wrestler. I haven’t wrestled any real competition in five years. I gotta take this more seriously or it’s not gonna be pretty.

We move in and lock up. I power him into a side headlock then immediately hip toss him down, not giving him time to counter. While I lie on top of his chest, pressing my weight down, I keep the headlock on and squeeze. I really crank hard and I hear him grunting. I feel his face on his side, his hot breath hitting my flesh.

Brody reaches between my legs. He flips me onto my shoulders, rolling me up as he slides his head free. I thrust my legs out and throw him off. We roll onto our knees then dive into each other. I power him down, but he uses our momentum to get me onto my back. Fuck. He locks my legs as he pins my wrists to the mat. I fight, but he strikes fast, splitting my legs open wide.

I cry out in the grapevine, my groin stretched. I’ve never been real flexible and definitely not now. Brody leans in and kisses me, smothering my mouth. It feels so good to kiss my buddy, but it’s a domination move. He’s in control and making sure I know I’m his bitch. I free my hands and push his lips off me.

Brody lets the grapevine go then sits up, mounting my hips. He pounds my stomach, breaking down my abs. THUD! THUD! THUD! I buck my hips and topple him off. I rub my red stomach as he smirks at me. We get up, but the tanned bodybuilder surprises me. He dives in before I’m set. I feel his shoulder collapse my abs. I lose my air even before I’m driven into the mat. OOF!

I’m kinda stunned, giving Brody time to grab my legs then flip my over into a Boston crab. Oh fuck, my back tightens up again. I feel his ass sit down on mine as he really bends me in half. I barely made it through the single leg crab. I got no chance this time.

I tap the mat, blurting out, “Okay, okay! I give! I Give!”

Brody lets me go immediately. He pats my ass, “Good fall.”

“Yeah, yeah. We’re not done, yet.”

BETWEEN ROUNDS.

As we sit drinking water and chilling between falls, I tell him, “Gotta say, I’m kinda surprised how strong you are now. I thought I was doing good, but maybe the farm’s not enough. Maybe I need to hit a gym or something.”

Brody smiles, “Buddy, you’re stronger than ever. Stronger than me. I can feel it.”

I shake my head, “Didn’t stop you from kicking my ass.”

My buddy jokes, “I can go easier if you want, old man.”

I shoot him the finger, “We’re still the same fucking age. And don’t do me any favors. Better to go down hard than be handed a pity win.”

The tanned muscleman shrugs, “Okay, cool. You can go down hard then I get to go down hard … on your ass.”

Brody offers me his hand to help me to my feet, but I swat it away. I rise on my own, ready for the next round.

LET’S GO AGAIN.

We circle the mat, hunched over and swatting hands. As we do, our fingers keep hitting and curling. One thing leads to another and we’re grabbing hands. With big smiles on our faces and no words exchanged, we naturally work into a test of strength. As soon as our fingers are locked in position, we start battling.

Our chests smash together as we strain. THUD! We strain against each other, our muscles pumping. We’re back sweating in seconds as we fight for domination. Brody is a fucking gym-built powerhouse now, but my work on the farm has kept me strong. I use my height advantage to rise up. I feel his face bury against my shoulder. He’s breathing hard, grunting loud.

My paws are big, rough and strong as hell. I get his hands going backwards and with a hard shove, he drops to a knee. My tanned musclebuddy moans as I torture his wrists. I look down at him, kneeling in front of my bulge like he used to. It gives me a burst of adrenaline to hold him there, even though he’s trying real hard to power up.

I draw my hips back then thrust forward, slamming his face with my hard cock in my white cotton briefs. He swears then admits, “Okay, you win. You’re still crazy strong.” I feel him kiss my cock head through the thin fabric then engulf it. I moan as he worships my cock. Oh shit, it feels so good. Brody pulls off then says, “Time to wrestle.”

Before I can react, he twists his arms and stops fighting me. I fall forward, right into him. He shifts me over his shoulder and squats up. My feet leave the mat then he dives forward, driving me onto my back. WHAM! I’m winded, giving him the time to pound my abs some more. POW! POW! POW! Fuck!

Brody hops onto my chest, pinning my shoulders with his shins. He flexes over me as his balls rest on my chin. I enjoy the view then thrust my arm up and topple him off. I climb onto his back, driving him down. He pushes up and I fall to the side. I lock on a half nelson. He struggles, but I control him enough to lift my knee up into his side. THUD! OOF! THUD! THUD!

As he shakes off the nelson, I pull him into me and lock on a body scissors from behind. He groans as I tighten my legs around his sides. I adjust them until he whimpers, telling me I’ve got them cinched in just right. I love his whimper when he’s really feeling it. He tries to pry my feet apart, but I hammer his back then force his arms behind him. THUD! ARGH!

Brody moans as I crush his body and lift his arms against his shoulders. He’s really feeling the pain, but he won’t give. Still a tough son of a bitch. I let go of one arm as I use the scissors to roll him face down onto the mat. I work the shoulder some more, using my 240-lbs of muscle to hold him down. He pounds the mat in frustration with his free hand, but won’t give.

I stand up and use his arm to drag him up. I pull him into me. When we crash bodies, I wrap my arms around his waist and squeeze him against me with a bearhug. Brody moans, his sides softened up from the scissors. I work it hard, enjoying the feeling of his tanned muscles trapped against me. He sags in my grip, trying to re-focus. I gotta make sure he can’t.

I put my lips on his neck and suck. He moans, distracted as I ramp up the force of the bearhug. He tries to push me back, but that’s useless. I feel him getting weak, but then he brings his arms up for a front-facing sleeper. Shit. I try to shake him, but he’s trying to wrap me up. Fuck. I lift him up, spin and drop him with a belly-to-belly suplex. WHAM!

The tanned bodybuilder goes limp under me. I pin his arms over his head then slide up and press my bulge into his face. He grunts. It’s fun, but I gotta stay focused. I use his arms to roll us over, keeping his face against my package. I hold his head then maneuver my legs around his head.

Brody shouts into my balls, “No, no, no!”

Too late. I extend my legs and and he’s trapped in a head scissors. He convulses as I crush his head in my thick thighs. I’ll put my farm life against his squats any day. Brody moans loud. I just keep squeezing. I see him getting his knees under him. Fuck! I try to squeeze even harder and push down on his back. Too late, he’s got my legs rising.

I grab his head, holding him in place, but he pushes forward, rolling me up on my shoulders. The tanned muscleman grabs my wrists and rises, actually pulling my 240-lbs off the mat. He drops me onto my back. The impact loosens my legs enough that he can slip out. Brody stumbles backwards, falling on his ass. He shakes out his head, his face bright red.

I spin on my ass and get to my feet. I move in, hoping to catch him while he’s still dazed. Brody kicks out, catching my left leg. I topple down and he springs up. The tanned muscleman grabs my legs then lifts them up. He bends one as he steps over then falls back. Before I know it, he’s got me in a figure-four leglock. ARGH!

I thrash around on the mat, my leg feeling like it’s gonna break. I moan loud, but it doesn’t take long before I’m submitting.

“GIVE! GIVE! GIVE!”

It takes Brody a couple of seconds to unwrap our legs. They feel like a fucking eternity. Once I’m free, I roll onto my side into the fetal position. Fuck, my knee is killing me. My buddy kneels beside me. I feel his hand on me, tenderly rubbing me.

“You okay? Sorry if -“

I interrupt, “It’s cool, it’s cool. Just gotta walk it off.”

Brody offers me his hand and this time, I take it. The tanned muscleman helps me up then supports me as I stretch out my leg. I feel better, working it out fast. I think I just panicked. When I’m walking on my own, I notice my buddy looks worried. I come in and hug him. I grind my bulge into his, letting him know we’re cool.

I tell him, “Shit, you’re damn good. Let’s try one more.”

“One more won’t change anything. I’m up by two.”

I just shrug, “I know, but I just wanna wrestle you at least one more. That okay?”

Brody smiles, “Hell yeah. Damn I’ve missed you, Buck.”

LET’S GO ONE MORE TIME.

I pace on my side of the mat. I adjust the front of my white briefs as I try to work out a plan to get a win. If I can come back here, maybe we can keep going. I feel like I did pretty good last fall, controlling him for a lot of the time, I just didn’t put him away when I had the chance.

Brody just stands across the mat, hands on hips, waiting for me. If I was close to a submission or weakened any part of his amazing bodybuilder physique, he’s not showing it. At least he’s still tenting as much as me. Glad he’s as hot for me as I am for him.

My adrenaline builds. I start bouncing and shaking my muscles out then slap my hands. I move in, letting him know I’m ready. My buddy looks up at me with a calm, but determined look. Even though he’s up two, he looks determined and focused. The tanned muscleman isn’t taking anything for granted, even though he could.

I walk in close, thrusting my package out. Brody just watches until I’m pressing my junk into his. I put his hands on my shoulders then start grinding on him. He smiles, holding steady. I reach my long arms out under his, gripping his back. We start really going at it, grinding and humping as we mash the front of our white briefs together.

Brody grunts and starts to moan. I feel my cock uncomfortably straining in my briefs. Oh fuck. We stare into each other’s eyes and just go at it, pumping our hips, getting harder and harder. My uncut 7″ starts leaking. I know what he’s packing and just from the feeling I can tell his 8″ cut monster is reaching its max.

I lean and kiss him deeply, pulling him into me. Just as he sinks, I tighten up, making it another bearhug. He gasps into my mouth, his tongue retreating. Brody’s head falls back and he moans to the sky. He tries to pull his hips back as his cock is painfully wedged under mine. Fuck that. I shift my arms lower and lift his 230-lbs off the mat.

Brody cries out as he hangs in my arms. His rock hard cock is crushed against my stomach, painfully to the side. He won’t give, but I didn’t expect him to. I lower him to the mat then let go. I lift my knee into his abs hard. THUD! He bends over. I use his hair to force him up again then drive my knee up again. THUD!

I grab the tanned bodybuilder around the waist. I lift and flip him, slamming him down onto his back. WHAM! I drop down, putting my knee into his gut. I grab his head and pull him into a figure four head scissors, his face resting at my throbbing package. I squeeze tight, enjoying his struggle. Maybe I can keep this going after all.

Brody ain’t giving up, though. He swings his forearm around fast, slamming it into my stomach. WHAM! I grunt. He does it again. WHAM! It doesn’t hurt that much, but I grunt again. When he goes for a third try I reach out and stop him. Too bad for me that my legs loosen up as I focus on his arm. The distraction is just enough for him to slip out and pull free.

I roll up while my buddy sits on his ass. He’s got one hand on his head and the other adjusting his pouch. Brody is trying to get right, so I dive forward and clothesline him flat to the mat. WHACK! I wrap my arm under his head then try to bend his arm up for a submission hold, but he knows exactly what I’m up to and starts fighting me.

We start grappling on the mat, fighting for control. Damn, he’s got a lot of energy. The quick bursts and having to move him around has me sweating so much my briefs are soaked. I’m breathing hard as we keep going, neither one of us getting much traction for five minutes that feels like 50.

When we break, we’re both panting like dogs on a summer day, our muscles pumped and shiny, white briefs transparent from sweat and smiles across our face. We move in on our knees and lock up. I power Brody into a front facelock, but he blocks me from doing much more. My buddy drives forward, getting free and landing on top of me.

Brody sits up and pounds my abs. POW! POW! POW! I roll over to get away, but exposing my back to him is a stupid move. The tanned bodybuilder leaps on my back. I try to press up to throw him off, but he sweeps my arms out and we crash down. SPLAT! I try two more times, but both times, the same counter. SPLAT! SPLAT!

My buddy shifts and sits on my back. He grabs under my chin and pulls up. I moan, trying to press up, but he squats then slams his butt onto my back. Two more times and I’m done. I just lie there, unable to move as my neck is tortured. I realize too late that I played right into his hands. I did all the work, basically six push-ups with 230-lbs on my back, while he got to rest.

Brody lets go of my chin. He grabs my hair then drags me up. When we’re standing, he locks on a tight standing full nelson. Damn! My chin buries between my pecs and my neck aches as my broad shoulders are forced together. I know that his cock is still huge and hard, because I feel it against my ass. My buddy humps me while he tortures me.

I moan, trying to break out. I get close, but he presses his knee behind mine and I drop down. Now he has the angle as he towers over me. He presses forward, forcing me to support more of his weight on my screaming neck and shoulders. I’m gasping fast and shallow as I struggle not to give.

Brody lets the nelson go then pulls me back onto my ass. He steps over my shoulders then reaches for my leg. The tanned muscleman lifts my leg and squats, applying a stump puller. As he sits on my neck, he keeps pulling my leg , bringing my knee to my head. Okay, not built for this, especially so many holds that target my neck.

My hamstring is tightening and I feel lucky to not give. Brody lets go then grabs my hair and under my armpit from behind. He forces me to my feet then puts us butt to butt. My buddy grabs under my chin and leans forward, pulling me onto his back in a hangman. I hang on his back, my big body limp as my neck and back stretch out.

Brody bounces a little, making sure I feel it. My feet dangle helplessly and there’s nothing for me to grab or hit as my arms hang to the side. I’m close to calling it quits when he drops me. Shit. I writhe on the mat at his feet, holding my neck. I feel as pathetic as I probably look. Once again, I’m dragged up to my feet by my hair and armpit.

My buddy is relentless. He stays behind me, holding my black hair tight. He bends me to the side, forcing my arm behind him as he steps over my hip. I feel pain tearing at my side as he locks on the ab stretch. I let out a long, loud moan, everything tensing up from my armpit to my knee as I’m forced to the side.

Brody really cranks on the ab stretch, punishing me long and slow. I try to power out, but he counters me perfectly. He’s got the leverage and strength, meaning I can’t budge his rock hard muscles. I groan, cursing my lack of flexibility once again. I’m sweating as I strain. He adds in a few punches to my side and I grunt helplessly with every shot. POW! POW! POW!

Once again, I’m on a position where I’m doing all the work, fighting to get free. Worse, in this case, I’m two-thirds of the support that’s keeping us up. With him being shorter, I’m balancing to support my weight and a lot of his. I suffer for a long time before I realize what that means. Stupid me, I really am out of practice.

I bend my knees a little then reach my free hand between my legs. I find his leg then quickly grab and pull on it as I push up with my legs. I lift him off the mat completely then fall backwards. We topple down, him on his back and my 240-lbs of muscle on top of him. BOOM! Brody is winded, unmoving as I roll off him to catch my breath.

Fuck, I’m drained. I rest on hands and knees, breathing hard, head hanging down. I work hard all day, every day. I have a lot of stamina. Still, fighting Brody is wearing me down. I tell myself, “C’mon, Buck, suck it up. One last go.”

I see my buddy rising. I plant one foot then tense up. As soon as he’s close enough, I spring forward, driving my shoulder into his waist. OOF! I spear him backwards. As I tackle him down, he rolls with it, grabbing me in a front facelock. Shit, our momentum carries us over and he grabs me behind my left leg.

Brody manages to roll me up into a small package. My shoulders are on the mat, the back of my head against his body. It’s propped up uncomfortably as he has my legs up. I’m not the kind of guy who can put his knees to his face very easily, but there it is – my left knee. He whips his leg behind right leg and suddenly, this cradle is a spladle.

I moan as I’m trapped, curled up and spread wide open. Oh damn, my groin is tearing as I’m forced to do the splits. My bulge is too close to my face, my body contorted unnaturally. I fight to power out, but he’s got me locked up tight. Brody has the position, with my legs held firm, my shoulders pinned and my neck stretched with all my weight bearing down on it.

My buddy holds me in place. His tanned muscles are pumped and powerful, able to withstand my attempts to break free. Shit, my weight advantage means nothing. Actually, it means something. It means my neck is killing me. Oh fuck. I barely notice the pain in my legs as my groin muscles scream.

I fight not to give to this humiliating hold, but it’s no use. I’m helpless and can’t take it.

“OH FUCK! I GIVE! GIVE! GIVE!

Brody releases my legs and I roll out flat. I reach down and rub the inside of my legs as I lie flat in front of him. I feel his hand caressing my hair and it feels good. My childhood best friend has successfully reversed our dynamic completely, taking three straight falls. We relax in silence for a while before I feel him pat my right cheek with two gentle taps.

My buddy gets up, grabs towels and water. “That it?”

I stare up at the gorgeous bodybuilder. We lock eyes and I confirm it, “Yeah. I’m good.”

THE STAKES.

Fuck. That was an ass-whoopin’. I’m out of practice and it shows. I’ve never lost to Brody before, much less been dominated by him. I don’t know how he’s gonna handle it. He’s fucked me before, but only for fun when I let him. I sit and rub my neck. I’m too big and inflexible to be rolled up on it like that, so it’s sore. He moves in and starts massaging me. Damn, that feels good.

Brody lowers me onto the mat, face down. He works on me, stretching me out and hitting every pain point. I’m like putty in his hands as he gives me one helluva a massage. I’ve never had more than a shoulder rub before. This feels awesome.

When he’s done, I’m totally loose and relaxed. I thank him and he lies down on top of me. We enjoy a moment until he whispers in my ear, “Feeling good?” I moan my agreement. He says, “You lost, you know.”

I realize what he’s saying. I say with a laugh, “So you were just loosening me up for a fucking?”

Brody rolls off me and slaps my butt. He teases, “You know it. Didn’t want you cramping up on me.”

I smile and roll over. I strip off my sweaty white briefs while he grabs protection. I sit up and move to my knees. My bodybuilder buddy nods his approval as I wait for him, kneeling and naked. My cock is powering up in anticipation. It’s been five years since we’ve fucked, so my big challenge will be not shooting too fast. Shit, he’s just too hot.

Brody’s back and standing in front of me. I just admire his tanned, sweaty muscles for a moment. Fuck he’s gorgeous. And his package. His big cock is sagging in his white briefs, stretching them out. I lean in and start sucking him through the thin cotton. He rests a hand on my head and everything feels right with the world. I rub his legs and ass, worshipping the winner.

After some good bulge and body worship, I finally pull his briefs off then grab his cock with my lips. He moans while I work his balls with my right hand and hold the base of his dick with my left. I bob my head up and down, twisting and turning like I know he used to like. And he still does, based on how hard he is and the sounds he’s making.

Brody pulls away then lies down. He waves me over and I go back to work. My buddy sits up on his elbows, just watching me work. He cries out, swearing and telling me how awesome I am. I lose myself in the moment and it’s like we’re back in the old days, sucking and fucking, no cares in the world.

I’ve got him shaking when my buddy begs me to stop. He wants to save it for my ass. I reluctantly pull off and sit back on my knees, looking down at the tanned bodybuilder. Fuck he’s smoking hot. The muscleman sits up then has me go on all fours. I stick my ass back at him and go down onto my forearms as I wait. He moves in behind me and grabs my hips firmly.

I gasp when I feel his sheathed cock press against my hole. Oh fuck, here it comes. It feels so good as he drives his big meat into me. I groan. It’s been way too long and nobody around here can fuck me like Brody. My bodybuilder buddy pushes in all the way until his hips are against my ass. Damn, he’s such a fucking man.

Brody starts pumping, pounding my ass. I moan out encouragement, letting him know how good he is. In response, the musclestud picks up the pace, riding me like a champ. He pulls and pushes on my hips, slapping his pelvis into my butt every time. He’s going really fast, but still powerful. I can’t even form words now, I just moan and gasp as he works my hole.

My bodybuilder buddy pulls out and roughly flips me onto my back. I go with it, lifting my legs immediately to give him easy access. He drives back into my open hole immediately and he’s back in rhythm. We lock eyes as he breeds me. He orders me to jerk my cock and I happily obey my dominator, pulling on my rock hard meat for him.

I’m overwhelmed by everything. The wrestling and the massage. His awesome body and handsome face, contorted as he owns my ass. The thrill of his massive cock inside me and the dominance and power of this fuck. It’s got me too hot and I warn him I’m about to explode. He orders me to do it, so I release, spraying my beefy muscles with my seed.

Ropes of my cum erupt, shooting from my chin to my navel. I keep pumping until I’m soft and drained, the last drop leaking out onto my thumb. Seconds after I finish, Brody pulls out. He uncovers his monster dick then fires his load on top of mine. I open my mouth, catching the first shot then watching as his cum mixes with mine on my sweaty torso.

When he’s finally done, Brody sits back, sweaty and exhausted. We just sit in silence, catching our breath. I finally get up and grab the towels I left in here. I toss one to him then clean myself off. I head to the cooler. “I got bottled water or beer.” He surprises me by taking a beer. It’s a small thing, but it makes me smile.

We chill out, sitting on the mats, knowing we’ve got all night together. I find I can’t take my eyes off him.

HEART TO HEART.

“Shit, you learned some new tricks.”

My buddy smirks, “Yeah, I got in with some guys who wrestle a lot.”

“Sounds cool.”

“It is. They are. You’d know if you visited.” I look away. Brody says in a serious tone, “Why don’t you ever come to LA? I mean, for real. Don’t give me crap about too much work around here. You’re always doing for others. They can do for you for a week.” When I don’t respond right away, Brody says, “It kinda hurts that you never wanna visit.”

That gets my attention. I never want to hurt him. I explain, “You know me. I’m just a country boy. LA just isn’t my kinda place.”

“How do you know? You’ve never been. You’ve never even left the area. You might like it.”

I bow my head. I breathe in deeply, deciding to be honest. Brody deserves it. I answer, “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“What?”

I sigh, “What if I like it?”

Brody looks confused, “You’re supposed to like vacations. Maybe you’re just confused because I have a miserable time here. Except for my time with you, of course. This isn’t a vacation. Most vacations are fun. You’re free. No worries. No stress. You’d love LA.”

“I love it here. I love the farm. The challenge. The work. The people.” Brody raises an eyebrow. I admit, “Well, most of the people.”

“So? You can love two places. The harvest is done. There’s nothing to do until March. Winter with me then come back.”

I look at him, “And what if I don’t wanna come back? What if I love it out there more than here?”

“Then sell the farm and find a place in LA. I can help you until you’re settled.”

I shake my head, “This is my family’s place.”

“They’re dead. You’re not.” Brody’s eyes go wide as he realizes what he just said. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said it like that. I just meant – well, I just. Oh fuck, it just came out all wrong.” Brody braces for me to go off on him, but I don’t. We stay silent for a few minutes.

I finally tell him, “I feel comfortable here. Safe. Even if folks don’t like me, they respect me. I’m scared of leaving. I’m real scared of LA. And I’m real, real scared to be somewhere new.”

Suddenly, Brody crawls toward me. He sits behind me and hugs me tight. I sink back into him. This feels good. His hot breath hits my ear, “I think that’s the first time you’ve ever admitted that. Look, I’m not trying to pressure you. I just hate seeing you stagnate here. We’re not kids any more, buddy.”

“Ain’t that the truth. Shit. I don’t know.”

Brody squeezes me. “Do what you want. If you wanna talk or ever need anything, know that I will always care about you, buddy. I am so thankful that you are still in my life after all these years.”

I lie against him, “I’m thankful for you, too. And you’re making me think. Maybe it took you finally kicking my ass to realize how much I’m missing out on life.”

We sit in silence, cuddling. We stay there and watch the sunset from my barn. Finally, our stomachs growl and we have to get up. We walk naked back to the house, where I grab a couple of huge steaks for the grill and Brody makes a salad. We talk more about his life. I don’t know if he’s playing it up, but it makes me feel like a fool for hiding out here.

By the time Brody leaves, it’s dawn. I’m exhausted and drained, with us having wrestled and fucked over and over again. I finally crawl into bed and stare at my ceiling. I suddenly feel like I’m missing out on life. Fuck. It can’t hurt to just visit a place, right? Put my foot in the ocean. See Disneyland and the Walk of Fame.

I finally fall asleep, drifting off to dreams of sun, sand, and wrestling.

THE END

It was a quiet afternoon on a Sunday. I was relaxing on this afternoon, after having been out rather late attending a function that went longer than  anticipated. I had finished taking a shower and was walking about my apartment, wearing only a sweatshirt, nude from the waist down. I was trying to ‘inspire’ myself to do something for the day but just didn’t know what. I went into the kitchen toward the far back – I lived on the third floor of a small complex toward the rear in a narrow apartment, with the bedrooms – there were two – and the kitchen toward the rear. It was an old building, with thick walls and tall windows. As you entered the apartment, you’d go through the living room, a small office area, the dining room and then the kitchen and the two bedrooms. Unusual design, but for the rent it was rather nice with some notable features.

It was while I was looking into the refrigerator that I heard a knock on the apartment door. I thought I heard voices as the door sounded like it opened Looking up from the refrigerator, I casually headed towards the front, but then realized I had to go back to the bedroom to get some pants as I didn’t want to walk out nude, wearing only my sweatshirt

Just as I was about to get my pants, the doors suddenly swung open; I hadn’t gotten my pants and turned to say “what -“(as I was far more concerned about appearing nude) when two rather large men burst through and literally stormed me: one came quickly face to face with me while other one started to go behind me as if going into the bedroom. I stated to turn toward the one behind me but then I felt a large, strong hand cupping my balls and then grabbing them, saying with a strong voice: “Don’t move or say anything!” I turned toward him as he rather insistently pulled me toward him with my balls in his hands. Just then my wrists were roughly grabbed and I felt rope being wrapped around my wrists. I didn’t move or say anything as my balls were being held. In a minute my wrists were tied.

I started to say “What the fuck -” when a piece of cloth was stuffed into my mouth and duct tape was wrapped around my head covering my mouth. I involuntarily started to call out but it only came out as “MMM! MMPH! MMPH!” The one let go of my balls and then watched silently the one behind me started to tie up my arms – slowly and deliberately. I tried to struggle, but I was readily kept in place; the one who had my balls seemed satisfied with my predicament and smiled slightly, seemingly enjoying my struggling. The fact that I could hardly be heard through my gag only underscored the simple fact I was overwhelmed – and taken prisoner. And the reason why I was now being slowly bound was to prove their point: I was in no position to argue.

That, or they were enjoying binding and gagging – a suspicion that was to prove notable later on.

And now my cock was getting hard: being bond and grabbed following somebody grabbing my cock would do that. Bad enough that I was ambushed, bound and gagged, but that I was in this situation standing before two strangers nude – with a hard on.

I noted that they both were smiling at me. They may have a point; I secretly enjoyed the thought of being forced into bondage

In mere minutes, I was bound and gagged, taken prisoner in my apartment. When the rope was completely wrapped around my arms, I started to move around as if to get untied, but then the large man in front of me merely said “Let’s take him to the living room”.

With that I was pushed and pulled at the same time with two sets of hands – one behind me and one in front of me – holding on to the rope which wrapped around my torso. I was unceremoniously forced to go, despite my being nude from the waist down, to confront whoever waited for us in the other room. When I entered the living room I saw two more large guys,

“We found him in the back by the bedrooms.”

“Probably explains why he’s not wearing anything below his waist”

“Makes it easier for us, doesn’t it?”

“Definitiely”

“Let’s go; let’s get this done. We don’t have much time.”

“What’s the rush? Look: I mean, no one else is around, nobody heard us and nobody’s gonna hear him. Or us…we got him.”

The room got still.

I stood, breathing heavy. I clearly wasn’t in any position to argue or offer an opinion. My bindings were tight and the gag good. Behind me stood two of the four guys, holding my arms and keeping me in place.

“Is that gag the good,” one of them asked. “Don’t want to attract any attention.”

The larger one who stood in front of me was clearly the one in charge: “Don’t worry, he’s well-tied and gagged pretty damn good. The four of us can handle him. We’re not going anywhere until we’re done getting what we came for.”

Burglary? Great, I sighed behind my gag.

But then, the two in front of me started to get undressed, followed by the two standing behind me. As they undressed I noticed how one of them went about closing the window shades and making sure the main door was locked and secured, while the other two returned to stand behind me, holding tightly to me arms, wearing either jock straps or regular underwear.

“We’re gonna do this? One at a time?”

“Each take one turn and then we all take turns fucking them. And take your time; we got all day.”

I immediately started to struggle and cry out for help. We realized then that this was no burglary, it was about rape. They weren’t rifling through the apartment looking for valuables I was apparently the intended target. The two behind me stood firm, making sure that I couldn’t get away.

I briefly wondered how long they watched me and knowing when the best time to strike would be. They clearly must’ve been watching the apartment during the course of the night and probably noticed my late arrival. It didn’t matter now. My hands were tightly tied behind my back, with my arms tied and my mouth well-packed since they had stuffed a piece of cloth in my mouth and then sealed my  mouth with not one but three pieces of duct tape one covering my mouth and the other two placed in a cross so as to insure the bottom piece wouldn’t get loose. It was incredibly frustrating: no matter how hard you try to call out or pulled on the duct tape, it had no give.

The four intruders merely stood there. one who stroked an unusually hard cock that was easily 11 inches long, watching me intently.

“I’m looking forward to this one” he said looking at me. At that point,  I was then pushed  and pulled in the direction of the bedroom, practically dragging me past the kitchen. I tried to stall struggled and crying out, but it was no good. No matter how much I tried, I could hardly get any sound out.  I as unceremoniously  dumped on my king size bed. I rolled over to see one with their cock, rubbing lubrication on it: “Stand by, I’ll get with you in a second,”…

“MMMM! MMM! MMMMMMMM!”

“Keep it up: turns me on.”

The more I struggled and try to cry out, the more intense it got.

It was at this point that I noticed my cock was rock hard. In fact, both of our cocks – my rapist and my cock – were rock hard.

Sunday afternoon ambush. Outnumbered and then quickly overpowered, bound and gagged.

Kneeling over the bed, I was then getting fucked. Bound and gagged, unable to move or call out, I can only moan and breathe as the first of captors cocks worked on me, unrelenting in their thrusting. Soon, the only sounds were of me  moaning and the grunting of my captors as he raped me, along with heavy breathing and then after a while the sounds of me and my captor climaxing.

Clearly, I was being enjoyed.

I closed my eyes and looked back on how this had happened and the best I could figure is that they knocked on the door and when I didn’t answer straight away they broke in where two got me. I didn’t have a chance.

I then noticed it was being filmed while being raped the whole time. Looking up I see the one of captors is recording my being raped on his phone. I can’t help but call out and struggle. The camera operator replies with a smile, “This is good footage! We’re gonna get some money for this one!”

“Rape sells well,” says the other standing and watching on.

At this point both I cry out,me rolling over on my back with my legs wide open as if to give me more power in crying out. But then my top rolls me back into place and continues his plunging into me with no mercy.

I twist my wrists trying to get my bindings off, but then my top who’s fucking me from behind stops, sees this and then proceeds to reach over, shoves his cock into my ass for a moment as he quickly reties a portion of my bindings, while also getting on top of me to rub his hands over my face, twisting my head to see him as he carefully runs his hands all around my mouth. Letting go of my face he then thrusts deeply with his cock more into me such that I moan and he continues back to where he was: fucking me, hard and regular, but with my bindings and gag on better than before.

He pushes on, whispering in my ear “Oh yes, baby! Oh so good!”

My ass is being shifted around because of his fucking me so hard, moving slowly about the bed as I struggle with my bindings and call out regularly. Nobody pays attention – if anything, my top says “this is fucking hot! Do that some more!”

In a few minutes, his thrusting is fast and hard, with his grunts stronger. I close my eyes and try to take in what’s being forced on me. I can feel it coming, and sure enough my top suddenly stops, then briefly goes for a few more thrusts and then stops for good as he cries “AH! Uh, AH! AH! AW FUCK! Oh God, so fucking good…”

“Told you you’d get off real good! Nothing better than a good strong fucking with someone you got all tied up!” said one of them.

I am then rolled over by another one, standing in front of me. Reaching down he grabs my cock and then slowly strokes it, going faster until it’s a regular rhythm. His hands are covered with gel, making the stroking just right. I find myself responding, my hips moving with my cock going up and down. I roll my head and moan, but he continues I look at the others in the room. Just then, my captor stops.

“Edging’s a bitch, ain’t it?” he said smiling and then raises my bound legs, forcing his head between my calves and then pushing forward so that my legs are raised so that my calves are halfway to my head. I feel a new cock push in – a bigger one. I give out a strong moan, but nothing is said. The process begins again: starting slow, going deep and then gradually gaining speed like some engine piston.The video man takes it all in, moving the camera closer to my face as I lay there, my eyes half closed, the sweat coming down from my forehead and my moaning now nearly constant.

“I love how this one was walking around naked in the apartment.”

“Perfect content.”

“Just make sure you take out our voices.”

“No problem. I’ll keep in their moaning and our fucking them.”

“Good.”

After what seem like forever, I was then dragged and gathered into the other  bedroom and tied onto a chairs and my gag re-checked for security. My legs were tied to the chair legs wide apart as possible, making it awkward to move. It also brought about a strong feeling of exposure and helplessness as my cock and balls were totally exposed – a point reinforced by my captors who spent minutes running their hands on them, squeezing and stroking them.

A small table was placed in front of me on it with what appeared to be a web which faced me. One of them showed me his phone and activated a wireless camera app, where I could see the live image of me on the chair, tightly bound and gagged, my legs wide open all with excellent sound quality. The camera shot was videoing at the level of my cock, along with displaying my face and body, but it was clear what the main focus.

“Figure we can keep an eye on you while we’re out. But also, it’s a live feed to our members’ only private website: they can log in and watch the action live. So how does it feel to have some 100,000 plus checking out your balls and cock?”

I could say nothing. All those people who would be watching would they only think it was only play acting? They had to know it was real! I was being raped on the Internet: and it was just a video.

“We’re going out for some lunch, but still keeping an eye on you. Don’t get any ideas about trying to escape or getting help, but do feel free to try. When we come back we’ll pick up where we left off. Figure by then we’ll be able to give you some more loads and get more hot footage.”

Naturally I couldn’t say anything.

“We already got a lot of good hits. The numbers are strong, so we’re gonna keep this going just a while longer.”

One of the members stared at me with a lot of hunger: I realized he was one of those who hadn’t fucked me yet, the man with the huge cock. I avoided his look, trying not to encourage him, but I knew it was only a matter of time.

He then spoke, “I want to stay here and keep an eye on him.”

With no hesitation the pack leader replied, “Sure. Go for it. Just make sure you set up the cameras to get the best view so we can watch remotely.”

In the moments after three of the group left the apartment, it became quiet. I was exhausted: being fucked repeatedly takes some effort. But I never saw such a big smile as I did then and there: “We’re gonna make you a big star – whether you like it or not.”

But he only wanted to be alone with me.

I struggled even harder and called out more. I have a feeling he had a big one – just for me. But it was no good.

We were here for the duration.

A moment of silence. The big guy then picked up and moved the camera in a 90 degree angle so now it covered the bed. Turning to me he pulled the chair with me on it closer to the bed, stepping back several steps and proceeded to slowly take off his clothes. His smile was even bigger.

I still tried loosening my bindings and called out, but it was not working.

I watched as he threw off his underwear. I stopped squirming for a moment: he had what was probably one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen – at least about 11 inches or so, thick and round. Looking up, I saw how he saw me looking at his cock. Reaching down he then wrapped his arms around me and untied the bindings keeping me in the chair: my hands and arms, however, were tied separately. Whispering in my ear: “Now it’s my turn.”

I called out in desperation: “MMMM! MMMM! MMMM!” as he literally picked me up out of the chair and placed – not throw – me on the bed. His arms were thick and strong: he was obviously a bodybuilder – and he was ready.

I sat in fear and wonder, all the while pulling and tugging on the ropes binding me.

It was suddenly quiet.I could make out the occasional car driving by outside, but on a Sunday there isn’t much going on. It was also chilly outside so there would be few pedestrians to even hear any call for help but my gag took care of that.

I struggled and desperately called out for help. I moved about pulling on my bindings, lifting my body out to try to stretch the rope tying me. I called out as loud as I could, even though since I was in the most isolated part of the apartment behind the heavy walls few, if anyone, could hear me but I still had to try.

Looking around, I also noticed something else – my cock was rock hard. The more I struggled to escape, the more excited I was getting. Anyone could see the pre-cum dripping from me. Despite all that had been forced on me, I was still active – and I was truly horny. This entire episode was truly erotic. Not more than hour ago, I was going about the apartment, nude from the waist, horny and secretly fantasizing about someone to grab me and start fucking me. It was a mere fantasy, of course, on my part but now, I was getting more dick than I ever could’ve imagined – and it was driving me crazy. I could tell by the looks on the face of our captors as they raped me that this was indeed hot. And I also realized that was the reason for the cameras. The more I struggled and squirmed, called out for help, the more me captors turned on and in turn fucked me ever so much more.

The hornier I and we got the hotter the scene got.

Now, I had the biggest rapist standing before med: at least 11 inches; and it was dripping enough for him to use the pre-cum as lubrication.

And now lifting my feet and ankles up to his head I watched helplessly as he searched and found my ass, rubbed lubricant on it and his cock and moved into me – a single strong thrust for an ass that is now open due to the constant pounding – but still forcing me to arch my back and call out for help, for joy, for worry – whatever – as I cummed. My captor also held my cock as he fucked me, but with my excitement I could not hold it long. We watched as a stream of cum shot up and then poured down his fist, squirting all around, covering my waist, my belly and the bed we played on. There was a single loud sound from my gagged mouth, when all of my muscles were locked tightly done for a preciously few moments, my back locking into a rictus of utter excitement that I came. Soon, my cock emptied what it could give, and I fell into utter exhaustion, not caring as he continued his drive into me, seeking his own cumshot.

Right then it was obvious; the scene made us both horny; man with the Biggest Cock and I were incredibly horned up. He knew this instinctively – but I was quickly learning.

Now, I was going to learn the “hard” way.

Soon, the others will be returning. As I laid there being fucked madly by a man with 11 inches, I realized that I must somehow escape no matter as there was no telling what they had in store for me.

But how?

I reached into the stall and turned the faucet to hot, letting the rain style shower head that descended from the ceiling sprinkle to life. I closed the clouded glass door and returned to the mirror, waiting for the water to run hot. I looked at myself, incredulously, as I still was having trouble accepting my situation as reality. A battered and used, yet happy little otter gazed back at me. My long blonde hair crowded my shoulders in a frizzy yet attractive mess. My face and body were covered in sweat from the intensity of Daddy’s oral onslaught. My lips, which were always naturally plump and pink, were swollen and bright red from being stretched out by Daddy’s massive dick. They now lay open and healing around the ball of a gag that Daddy had locked in my mouth.

The sound of clinking metal, the setting of heavy weights on a barbell, pulled me from my thoughts. The brutal throat fucking, which was more than enough workout for me, was not enough for Daddy. I knew I was meant to be showering and getting ready for him, but I couldn’t help but sneak a peek. I crept out of the bathroom and peered out the open bedroom door into the living room.

Daddy was again, working out in his boxers, a sight that I hoped would never leave my memory. The 7ft tall behemoth that had planned a kidnapping, brought me here bound, gagged, and stuffed inside a duffle bag in the trunk of his car, set the final 45lb plate on the barbell and prepared to do a set of squats. I counted five 45lb plates on each end of the bar. That’s 450lbs of plates, plus however much the bar weighs. Significantly more than my 122lbs. As if that weren’t impressive enough, that was just a warmup. About a dozen more 45lb plates waited on a rack to his side. I saw no plates of lesser weight. Obviously, Daddy doesn’t mess around.

With his back to me, I watched as he lowered his head underneath the bar, to center it across his shoulders and begin a series of squats. He shifted his weight back and forth before sucking in a sharp breath of air through his nose. He then almost effortlessly lifted the weight from the squat rack. At least, it seemed effortless. I saw him just last night squatting nearly twice that much. He lowered himself into a deep and perfectly executed squat, and I watched with intense awe and admiration. His legs flexed with the effort, his glutes and quads straining against the confines of his boxers. My eyes landed on his wide back which spread to his shoulders like a pair of muscled wings. His caramel-colored skin glistened with sweat and sporadically twitched over the strong muscles underneath. Of course, all of this was made more impressive by his height and width. Daddy had to be at least 7ft tall and carried around a generous mass of even fat which wrapped his strong muscles beautifully. He was certainly not overweight, with visible abs slapped onto his abdomen, but he was not rock-hard either. A hug from him had to feel like a hug from a great polar bear, I thought to myself. The loud clanking of the barbell being re-racked brought me back to my senses and I dipped back into the bathroom to start getting ready.

The shower water was definitely warm by now, with steam spreading from the corners of the mirror inwards. I grabbed the necessities from the sink, impressed and charmed that Daddy had new products here for me to use. Then, I slipped into the shower. The water was hot on my skin but I quickly acclimated to it. I set the toiletries on the tiled shelf and then straightened my posture, letting the water wash over me. I tilted my chin to the shower head, letting the water pour over my face. As water pooled around the insides of my spread lips and splattered off the polished ball of the gag in my mouth, it occurred to me that I had not had the chance to fully shower for two days now. Daddy kidnapped me at the beginning of my shower yesterday afternoon. After all of the stress Daddy put me through, as fun and exhilarating as it was, it felt good to relax in the shower. After letting the hot water warm my tired body, I set to work, preparing for what I most anticipated with Daddy, yet was equally nervous for.

After fully showering and preparing myself to take Daddy’s monstrous cock, I luxuriated a bit longer, savoring the feeling of the hot water hitting my skin. My hair lay plastered to my back, freshly washed and conditioned from the products Daddy laid out on the sink. My skin felt smooth and moisturized, and smelled of pine, the scent that Daddy seemed to always smell of. It made me wildly horny. I closed my eyes and stretched my neck back as I gingerly reached around to finger my waiting ass. As I worked open my tight and excited hole, small moans escaped from behind the ball gag in my mouth. I swayed there, my feet spread slightly, my hair flowing freely, dripping water wherever it went, and my finger up my ass. A deep voice startled my eyes open. I turned my head sharply, whipping water on the shower doors from my drenched hair. I saw a figure darkening the shower doorway. My gaze drifted upwards and met Daddy’s as he smiled at me from above the glass. Once again, I was floored by how tall he was.

“I said, do you want some help with that?”

Daddy asked, with a smile in his eyes. I nodded my head in agreement. Daddy slid the shower door open and slowly ducked to fit inside. I had to back up against the wall of the shower to allow this giant man to join me. As Daddy rose to his full height it was clear why he had chosen a rain style shower head. A more typical style would be nowhere near high enough to wet his hair. Daddy smiled down at me and reached out to cup the back of my head. He moved me closer to him until our bodies met. I could feel the weight of his heavy dick pressed up against my stomach. I looked down to see the base of his shaft smushed right below my pecs. I looked back up, past his belly button, to my natural eye level. I was staring at his upper abdomen, right below his chest. I continued to look up, past his wonderful pecs and inviting nipples, past his manicured beard and soft lips, finally settling on his dark eyes. He was definitely past 7ft tall, I was sure of that now. Daddy looked back into my eyes, a smile still on his face.

“Daddy’s gonna need some help getting clean after his workout. Wash me baby. Now.”

I nodded my head, still unable to speak through the ball gag, and turned to grab the body wash. I squeezed a generous amount in to my hands and worked up a lather. Then I turned my eyes back to Daddy. It was difficult to not fixate on what lay right in front of me. His massive dick swung between his legs, looking as heavy and dominating as ever. I realized with immense satisfaction that I hardly had to lower my gaze to look at it. I could suck Daddy’s dick standing up without much trouble. Again, Daddy had to remind me of my task.

“Now baby. I won’t ask again.”

He chided in a stern voice. I immediately set to work. I began by scrubbing his abdomen, starting with his stomach. His skin was warm and I could feel strong abs underneath a thin layer of fat. I worked my way up to his chest and massaged the soap into his thick pecs. I punctuated my work by teasing each of his nipples, pinching and tugging on them slightly. Daddy expressed his comfort by grinding his hardening dick into my chest. The force nearly knocked me backwards. Again, the sheer gap in strength between us was shocking.

I regained my balance and reached higher to scrub his shoulders and neck. I was nearing the end of my reach and soon had to go up on my toes. Daddy grabbed my wrist and looked down into my eyes, water dripping from his hair. I got the message loud and clear. Now, the other side. I refilled my hands with body wash and then squeezed past him until I stood on the opposite side of the shower. I took a moment to take in the sight. Daddy’s head was so far above my own, sitting atop a pair of impossibly wide shoulders and a muscular back. I glanced down slightly to drink in the sight of his perfect ass, the ass I had gotten quite familiar with yesterday. His cheeks were prominent and round, begging to be played with and pulled apart. As if to invite me, Daddy flexed his glutes, causing the two globes to crash together and harden, before bouncing back to their relaxed state. Eagerly, I began lathering up his ass, enjoying the feeling of smushing his cheeks together and pulling them apart. His ass felt so large in my hands. I couldn’t imagine how small mine would feel in his. For a moment this was disheartening as I work hard to maintain a bubble butt that I am proud of. I quickly discarded this thought though as the comparison isn’t even remotely fair. Proportionally, my butt is something to be proud of and Daddy seemed to enjoy it.

After thoroughly scrubbing Daddy’s ass and crack, I continued up his back, working as hard and as high as I could. When I could not reach any higher up his neck, I switched directions, going down each of his legs. As I worked on cleaning his left, I couldn’t help but marvel at its size. Like everything else on him it was impressively thick and muscled and much larger than its counterpart on my body. I paused for a moment out of curiosity to compare the width of Daddy’s thigh to that of my chest. Unsurprisingly and attractively, his leg was wider around than my torso. Back to work, I scrubbed down his thigh and calf, landing on his giant left foot. I have never considered myself a foot guy, but again, the sheer size made me excited. If I had to guess, Daddy probably wore a US size 22 in shoes. I guess what they say about men with large feet is right. I finished up with Daddy’s foot and then went through the same motions on his other leg.

As I stood up, Daddy rumbled in his low voice,

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

I squeezed past Daddy to an exciting display. His impressive penis had ballooned to full erectness at likely above 12 inches long. If my jaw had been free, it would have been on the floor. Of course, Over the last two days I had seen and sucked that dick, but you don’t see many of its size and thickness in your lifetime, even as an out gay man. I expect I could see that dick a thousand times and still be shocked at the sight of its full boner. I again went for some more body wash and soaped it up in my hands. I turned back to the giant dick before me. Even at full hardness, it didn’t stand up straight but was leveled at my chest. Its angry tip seemed to point through me. I slowly and carefully took it into my hands and immediately understood why it didn’t point higher while hard. The weight of the damn thing was pulling it down. My eyes went wide as I felt how heavy it was in my hands. I passed it from one palm to another, enjoying how soft and velvety its skin felt. As I began to work the shaft, smearing it with the pine scented body wash, I noticed the veins pulsing underneath its surface. I outlined each one with my finger, enjoying the beauty and ruggedness of the organ in my hands. I then began washing and squeezing the mushroom shaped head, feeling every urge to place it between my lips. If the ball gag were not strapped and locked to my face, I surely would have. Then, with my left hand I raised the giant dick up to get a glimpse of the balls hanging underneath. With my right hand, I cradled the two balls, which felt near the size of limes or lemons. They hung incredibly low and begged me to suck them into my mouth. Again, this damn ball gag prevented it. Instead, I just skillfully washed them before stepping back to admire my work. Glancing up, I could see that Daddy looked please.

“Good job baby.”

Daddy complimented. I then watched as he stretched his head backward, letting the hot water pour down the front of his body, washing the soap away with it. He rubbed his chest and stomach, hefted his heavy dick in his hands and scrubbed his balls, making sure every last suds of soap was carried down into the drain. He then turned around and did the same with his back. I again was amazed at how close in height his ass was to my face. Incredible.

Finished rinsing all the soap off, he turned to face me and reached over my shoulder to turn up the water’s temperature. The water, already hot, splattered off of Daddy onto me. I recoiled from its new heat as it burned my skin, but I didn’t make it far. Daddy had reached out to my shoulders and pulled me to his body, leaning over my head to block most of the water with his back. I sucked in air around the ball gag as the water still found a way to my skin, stinging as it did. I struggled against Daddy’s embrace, but there was no way I could break it. He was just too strong, with too big a wing span. As I still struggled with the new heat of the shower, Daddy rubbed my back with his hands. I began to feel soothed by the heat rather than burned. The stinging went away and was replaced by relaxation. It was the same feeling as jumping into a hot tub. I was appreciative of Daddy for helping me grow accustomed to the heat and simultaneously curious how he hadn’t felt burned at all. As if he needed to appear any more masculine. When Daddy felt that I stopped struggling, he released me, meeting my eyes with a hungry look.

“Trust me baby, you’ll be glad for the heat in a moment.”

I was not sure what he meant by that, but I was pretty sure I knew where this was going. I instinctively tried to smile, which I’m sure looked awkward through the ball gag. Daddy then slid the shower door open enough to reach through and grab something off of the sink.

“Turn around.”

He instructed. I did as I was told. I felt Daddy insert the key into the heart shaped padlock that held my gag in place. He removed the lock followed by the gag and then tossed the items onto the counter of the sink. Still facing the knobs of the shower, I heard the door slide shut. Then a large palm on my shoulder slowly turned me around.

“Alright baby, I can’t wait any longer to use your tight little body Get this nice and wet for me.”

He commanded, swinging his dick side to side. I gleefully did as I was told. As I placed the tip of his dick into my mouth, hardly bending over to reach it, I felt Daddy grab the back of my head with his huge hand. In one swift motion he bucked his hips and shoved my head down the length of his cock on the first thrust. Unprepared, I coughed and sputtered, truly choking on his dick for the first time. I tried to pull off of it but Daddy’s hand on the back of my head kept me firmly in place, with my nose scrunched up against his pubes, my chin hitting his balls. As I continued to choke, I could feel his dick twitching in my throat, stimulated by the walls of my esophagus which restricted on the invader. I gagged and coughed and nearly threw up while Daddy just moaned in satisfaction. I meekly tried to pull off of his dick again, placing my hands on his sides, pushing as I tried to toss my head backwards. Daddy didn’t even seem to care and instead of removing my hands, just reached under my chin to maintain the deepthroat I was giving him. Even through my excessive retching, I found this dominance extremely attractive and worked harder to regain control. I held onto the same breath until I felt my heart stop beating so fast and the need to gag subside. Daddy noticed this and stroked my head with his hand.

“That’s right baby. I’m using you. Get used to it.”

He then began thrusting in and out of my throat, still holding onto the back of my head to keep me under his control. With his other hand, Daddy leaned over my back and began massaging my ass. Pausing to hold me down on his dick, he spanked me, hard and unforgiving. I wailed through the dick in my mouth at the pain he had caused me. Yet, he just shivered at the sensation of my scream vibrating through his cock. He slapped me again. And then again. Until my ass felt stung and raw and I was again choking on his cock. I felt tears forming in my eyes. Yet, even through the pain I still found this attractive.

Daddy, still with his dick buried down my throat, rubbed the redness of my ass before standing to his full height, trailing my back with his nails as he did. It was my turn to shiver at the sensation. Then, he grabbed my chin before slowly pulling out of my throat. A wet, sticky mix of saliva and precum stretched from my lips to his piss slit. With a large thumb, Daddy rubbed my lips, gathering the sticky solution, and worked it up and down the length of his impressively long dick. I stood there mesmerized, weak in the knees and furiously drinking in the humid air. Daddy looked down on me with a humor in his eyes. Suddenly, I felt a heavy thud on my right cheek and my face was knocked to the left. Shocked by the sudden beating, I tried to gather my bearings, and noticed that Daddy had raised himself onto his toes. I then felt my face pulled back to center by my chin. In his other hand, Daddy hefted his cock like a weapon, slapping it up and down in his fingers. I realized what was happening and braced myself for the next hit, which knocked me squarely in the already sore jaw. I opened and closed my mouth, working to relax the, at this point abused, muscle before again looking up into Daddy’s eyes. He smiled down with a mischievous grin, obviously enjoying the power he held over me. He then pushed down on my shoulder so that I was again at the perfect height for him to beat me with his heavy cock. He struck me with it, and the impact of the hit jarred my face to the right. Daddy went on beating me with his dick for a minute or two, which seemed to give him great pleasure. I’m sure me and him both were very satisfied with the fact that he could do this to me while we both stood. I only had a slight bend in my posture, yet he leveled his dick at my face. Shocked, dazed, and horny as hell, I had trouble focusing my eyes on the coming attacks.

“Don’t tell me you’re surprised honey! I told you; I play rough. I already showed you some care, but not for this next part.”

He then knelt low and gathered me in his arms. He rose back to his full height, lifting me with him. I held my arms around his neck and attempted to lock my legs around his torso, but he is so wide, that all I could do was squeeze. Daddy definitely didn’t need help from me though. He held me against his chest with one arm and paddled my ass with his hard dick with the other. He leaned toward my face; lips puckered. I pulled myself forward to kiss the tall man. Our tongues once again met in a passionate dance. Kissing Daddy was like how they portray kissing in the movies. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach and fireworks exploded behind my closed eyes. We stayed like that for some time, passionately making out with hot water running down our bodies. Then, without much warning, Daddy began pressing the tip of his dick against my hole. Naturally, I had already loosened myself through preparation and fingering, but his dick was longer than a ruler and thicker than a beer can. Without any lube or loosening on his part, this would be rough. As if sensing my fear, Daddy released his dick and began pushing his fingers into me, first his index, then his index and middle. His fingers alone were so big that I groaned out loud. As excited as I was, I wasn’t sure if I could handle what was about to happen.

Then, with as much warning as an earthquake, Daddy removed his fingers and thrusted upward, while at the same time pulling my body down onto his dick. The sudden assault on my hole shook my body with pain and caused me to throw my head back, moaning loudly. It was unlike anything I’ve ever felt. If I had to describe it, I’d say it was like losing your virginity to a damn horse. The pain and the pleasure were indiscernible. I squirmed against Daddy’s tight grip, pushing upwards on his shoulders in an attempt to remove the gigantic member from my protesting ass. Daddy of course wasn’t having any of it. Holding me up with one arm, he took the other and gathered my wrists behind my back. He quickly gripped them together between his massive fingers and then pulled me further downward, deepening his invasion of my hole. There was nothing I could do except try and take it. I again threw my head back and groaned through the pain, attempting to relax the muscles in my hole to make this more pleasurable. Then, suddenly, it was.

Daddy had leaned forward and began kissing me, deeply and tenderly. As we made out, he retracted his dick completely, allowing my hole to recover for a moment before driving his member back inside. This was enough of a reprieve from the pain for me to compose myself and enjoy what was happening. I began to understand what Daddy had meant about me being glad for the hot water. The increased temperature relaxed my muscles to the point where I was able to withstand this anal abuse without more extreme consequences. As challenging as it was to take his first thrust, it would have been much more difficult without the hot steam floating through the stall. I was also grateful for the extreme throat fucking he gave me as the wads of saliva and precum acted like a natural lubricant.  

As Daddy continued to brutally fuck me, I realized again that unbound, with no gag or restraints, I was still entirely helpless. Daddy was in total control. He backed me into the wall of the shower until my shoulders rested on the cold tiles. He still gripped my wrists together in one hand while supporting my weight with the other. As he continued to suck on my tongue and my lips, he bucked in and out of my ass, reaching my G-spot more effortlessly than any other man I’d been with. It was all I could do to continue to make out with him as he was reaching my prostate and continuously stimulating it to the point of orgasm. It felt as though I was being edged in the best way possible. Waves of pleasure rolled up my spine, over my head and to the tip of my nose, causing me to gape my mouth wide open, to Daddy’s delight as he continued to stick his tongue down my throat. It went like this for a long while. I found myself impressed at my ability to last alongside Daddy. I think it was the making out that allowed me not to cum on the spot. It was just enough of a distraction that I remained under control. Whatever control I thought that I found though, Daddy was about to take away.

Pulling me off the shower wall, Daddy began driving his dick deeper into my ass than I thought possible, using my wrists that he still held behind my back to pull me further onto his massive cock. The shock to my prostate arched my back involuntarily and Daddy used this opportunity to push in even further. A load groan escaped me. I met Daddy’s eyes where a clear warning was waiting. Careful. Not too loud. He continued to piston into me with a force that I had never experienced. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my body quaked. I began shaking and trying to free my arms from Daddy’s grip because the prolonged pleasure was too much to bear. It felt like someone refusing to stop tickling you, or a persistent sneeze that just won’t come out. Of course, it was no use straining against Daddy’s strength. If anything, my struggling prompted Daddy to go even deeper and faster. I felt my toes curling and my hands clenching into fists. My much smaller dick was rock hard against Daddy’s stomach and couldn’t hold back any longer. With Daddy mercilessly fucking my hole I came all over his and my chest, shooting the biggest load I’ve ever had.

“Good idea baby!”

Daddy said between breaths. He buried into me, every inch of his foot long cock in my ass, and shot rope after rope of hot cum into me. Immediately, my body felt warm and at peace. Daddy held me on his dick for a moment longer, making certain every drop of his man spunk was deposited into my opened ass. He then slowly retracted from me, and the feeling of the giant cock leaving me was again, indescribable. It was as if a part of my body had been removed, and now I had phantom limb syndrome, a feeling that something should be there, but wasn’t.

Daddy released my wrists and hugged me close to his chest. I wrapped my hands around his neck, burying my nose into his hairline, inhaling deeply to smell his enticing scent. I felt some of his cum leak out of my ass and heard it fall to the floor of the shower. I could’ve stayed like that forever. Held in the air in a tight embrace by this gigantic man, full of his cum, with hot water running down my back, soothing my aching muscles. It was again, heaven.

But Daddy lowered me to the floor and reached to turn the shower off. As my weight returned to my responsibility, I felt my knees buckle, the effort of the fucking I received too great for me to be able to stand, let alone walk. I grunted as I was about to fall but Daddy caught me.

“Oh baby!”

Daddy laughed, holding me close to his body.

“Come back here.”

He lifted me again, this time cradling me, and the warmth of his care seeped into my bones. I looked up at his face as Daddy opened the shower stall and carefully extracted himself and me. He carried me to the bedroom and laid me down on his massive mattress. He then walked back into the bathroom and grabbed two towels. He stood before me, drying off his magnificent body before tossing the used towel aside and using the other to dry me. He rubbed me up and down, drying my limbs and my stomach. Then he gently rolled me over and did the same with my backside, taking some extra care on my ass which was still red from his spankings. When he was done, I attempted to roll back over but was pushed back onto my stomach. I turned my head to look at Daddy questioningly, but he just gave me a stern look as he climbed up on the bed, straddling my legs. I felt his large hands come to rest on my shoulders before he began giving me a deep tissue massage. He worked my back, releasing any tension that managed to linger through the excellent fucking he just gave me. I could feel his heavy, limp dick resting in the valley made by my ass cheeks. I was in heaven.

When I was more relaxed than I’d been in a very long time, Daddy stood from the bed and walked around to my left side. He reached for something hanging from the head board and brought out a thick, plaited strap with padded wrist cuffs. As I lay their relaxed, he cuffed my hand to the corner of the bed and then proceeded to the same with all my other limbs. Before I truly came back to my senses and realized what was happening, I was strapped to the bed, on my stomach, splayed like a giant X. As I lifted my head, struggling against my new restraints, I felt a heavy palm push me into the bed. Then Daddy passed the ball gag over my head and secured it into my mouth. Once again, I heard the clink of the little pad lock snap shut, locking the gag in place. I shouldn’t have been surprised at that point by the swift change in my circumstances but it still caught me off guard. I groaned through my gag which was met by a firm slap to my ass. I bit into the firm rubber of the ball gag, clenching through the initial sting of the spanking. I fell the bed sag under Daddy’s weight and then a blunt pinching on my ass where it had been slapped. I realized Daddy was biting me. He chewed down hard enough to where I had to keep myself from groaning, but relented before he caused any real pain. Then, Daddy stood and began opening and closing drawers. I leaned onto one side the best I could and watched him get dressed. My eyebrows raised in alarm. Daddy saw this and laughed.

“Don’t worry baby. I’ll be back soon. Just have to run out and finish a couple errands.”

With that, Daddy walked back to the side of the bed, gave my ass one more hard slap for good measure, and then turned and left the room, shutting the bedroom door behind him. I listened for the sound of him coming back. Reentering the room, telling me he was kidding before stripping down to fuck me again. But no, I heard the sound of keys jangling and then the front door opening and closing. I was alone in the apartment, strapped to a bed with a ball gag in my mouth. At this point I was beginning to grow familiar with this feeling. I rolled my eyes and grunted through the gag, but truly I was not annoyed. I’d just had probably the best sex of my life and now I was strapped to a cushy bed with good pillows and the scent of Daddy’s pine bodywash and man musk lingering in the sheets. What else could I have possibly wanted in this moment. I exhaled through the gag and closed my eyes, eagerly waiting to be woken up by Daddy when he returns. Then I drifted off into the deepest sleep of my adult life.

“Silas Turner, the President is ready for you.”

I sighed, and slowly rose from the blue cushioned chair outside the Oval Office. There was a small, distinguishable coffee stain smeared into the thin carpet I couldn’t stop staring at. However, it was more disappointing those alleged Marilyn Monroe tunnels weren’t used to export me inside President Chad Johnston’s office than the West Wing staff not removing this blemish.

The aid- or whoever she was, clip-clopped out of the reception room in high heels with her iPad tucked under arm after delivering the message. She probably had a tasked filled day of meeting President Johnston’s every whim and need. Soon, I would be on a specified list of servitude too, if this was truly what he needed.

A secret service agent opened the Oval Office door and motioned me inside. He was sharply dressed in a black tuxedo. I could feel the weighing and measuring presence of his eyes behind those heavily tinted spectacles. Why do they always wear those?

I sauntered forward, second guessing on whether or not to stuff my hands inside the blue jean pockets out of sheer nervousness. I wore nothing else but a thin black t-shirt that hugged my upper torso tightly.

It’s not that I haven’t been spanked by high government officials before… I have. But the President? I’m sure he had many reasons to need a spanking boy as leader of the free world. The level of stress had to be exponential, if he was truly trying to accomplish everything he claimed to be anyway. Which I doubted. High ranking public officials were far too often masters of political theater.

In the end, I decided on folding my arms in front of me before walking in.

Fresh gushes of air engulfed my entire body as soon as I stepped through the door. Other than the secret service agent who let me in, there were at least eight or ten others standing on the outskirts of the enormous room being kept at cool temperature.

It took little more than a few seconds to notice that one or two of the secret service agents had a bulge they were trying to cover up by stoically posing with hands interlocked in front of them.

They all knew why I was here.

“Mr. Turner, thank you for seeing me.”

There he was, the famous frat boy President who likely received most of his votes by looks and charm alone. Although now entering his sixties, women still fawned over the exhibition of President Chad Johnston’s bulky muscular form through an endless supply of thin button up shirts.

President Johnston crossed his fingers behind his head, and casually leaned back. The office chair mildly creaked. He surveyed me up and down with critical emerald eyes, releasing one hand from his interlock to scratch the side of his clean-shaven face. For the first time, I noticed his dark hair now had a salt and peppered flair.

“You can put your arms down now, son.”

I quickly uncrossed and dropped both arms to my side before trying to apologize, but the words wouldn’t form like they were supposed to.

“How old are you, anyway?”

“Twenty-one.” I answered instantly.

He waited a moment, likely to see if I would finish with “sir”. When I remained silent, he proceeded.

“And how long have you been doing this?”

His question mulled through my brain at the pace of a tractor during harvest when I lived at my parent’s farm. How long have I been a ‘spanking boy’?

Laws regarding sex work were literally changed right before President Johnston got into office, making what I did completely legal. Although most of the time there was nothing sexual in nature with what I provided, it did occur every now and then. Some dad would need to shoot a load after dishing out his grievance on my butt with an open hand. And if he paid for the premium selection I seldomly offered, it would happen. They would either spray over my two red sore globes while I bent over my home office desk, or had me sit in their lap and help them along until it happened.

The President however, only wanted a consultation.

“Since I was eighteen, sir.” I refocused on the current matter at hand and answered his question, mentally punching myself for saying ‘sir’.

President or not, he was still just a possible client, and that was it.

Johnston rested his right hand on the Resolute Desk and tapped his index finger, thumping it like a drum which seemed to echo throughout the chamber.

“The reason we proceeded with you signing the NDA before meeting me is because my trusted sources,” his emerald eyes flickered toward one side of the room where secret service agents encamped us like unmovable statues, “informed me you were the most confidential in this matter given the cliental you’ve already… offered your service to.”

He was right about that. The caliber of men with a vulnerably high social or political status wanting a spanking boy seemed to only get higher as time went by since I started my independent business at eighteen. And never once did I change my rates, regardless of any celebrity or famous athlete needing to place me over their knee. Even though my offer only extended to males, it didn’t affect the number of applications filling up my inbox every day.

Sometimes, even the client’s wives or girlfriends would fill out the applications for them because unresolved built-up tensions men often carried would intrude on their personal life.

 I was very good at what I did, and sometimes my cockiness got the best of me.

“Well, to that sentiment… I would also say that not all of my clients were limp-wristed pacifists who held kittens from a rescue shelter to up-start their early political career.” The unwarranted retort tumbled from my mouth before I could stop it, and I could see the data processing in the President’s deep green eyes as he self-reflected. Eye brows raised in a flash of surprise, before furrowing down his handsome face.

Shit.

“Go ahead and take a seat over there.” He gestured toward one of two fancy blue couches facing each other in the middle of the Oval Office.

“You never settled on whether you wanted the premium selection or not.” Both arms shot up in surprise and defiance as my heart sank. Why was I so nervous?

He stood up to full stature behind the desk, all six foot seven of him. Jawlines were clenched, meaning I must have pinched a nerve.

“Fine,” I sighed, spun around and walked over to the nearest couch.

Whether he chose to go through with this or not wouldn’t affect my line of work anyway.

I ignored one of the secret service men who opened their mouth in awe as I plopped into the comfortable couch, then quickly shut it again before anyone would notice.

President Johnston slowly walked over to where I sat, with both hands inside the pockets of corduroy jeans embellishing the top of comfy Nike sneakers that only a dad would wear.

I was now mentally kicking myself for walking into the Oval Office in such a disrespectful manner.

“Son,” he began, contemplating over words carefully before speaking them. “You have proven to be self-sufficiently smart in what I must admit is a much-needed market… and for that I am impressed.”

There was obviously more, so I feigned patience as my annoyance swelled up like boiling hot water. Why did he always dress so casually, anyway? He was the President.

“But I have to wonder, do you plan on doing this forever?”

“Of course not.” I snapped, looking up at President Johnston from staring down at the Oval Office’s flawless blue carpet and not fixing my scowl.

“I’m saving up for college funds. Intuition in this country has gone through the roof.”

Surprisingly, he responded with a chuckle which creased his handsome face. The President’s demeanor standing over me was reminiscent to one of those hot football coaches from high school who also taught math or history.

“We are working on that, son. I do apologize for my ‘dad part’ coming out like this. But being frank, while we’re on that subject…” the President walked over to the opposite couch and sat down facing me. He scratched his clean-shaven chin again, “I’m sure you’ve seen my teenage son acting up in the public eye from tabloids and whatever else is out there. The First Lady is adamantly against corporal punishment, which despite unpopular belief I’m actually a huge advocate of…”

Emitting a long sigh, he continued, “So there is definitely this reservoir of pent-up aggression and grievance as a father that needs to be released somehow.”

“It does add merit in mentioning that the way you’ve conducted yourself ever since walking into this office with an air of superiority has been completely uncalled for. Are there any grievances towards me with how I’m representing this great country?”

I automatically rolled my eyes at the exposure of his fragile ego.

“No, it’s just this process usually never takes this long. Men have their own reasons for needing to spank, there’s no reason in wasting time explaining why.”

“Stand up, young man. This attitude is ridiculous.”

My heart sank a second time as I stood to my feet, as stoically as I could muster. “You still never chose if you wanted the premium selection or not.”

“You have my word there will be fair compensation for what needs to happen now.” The President motioned me forward with his right index finger.

I stood in front of him, heart nearly pounding out of my chest like a clobbering club. I was certain he and every secret service agent witnessing this event could hear it.

“I would say you don’t deserve this, but your attitude-” he briskly unbuttoned my jeans and lowered them, revealing my superhero briefs. After a momentary pause from the abrupt intrusion, Johnston added decisively, “those are cute.” Then pulled them down too by the firm pinch of both his index fingers and thumbs.

“Mr. President,” my voice quavered. “I-”

President Johnston hauled me across his lap before I could blubber out my nearly formed apology.

“Your attitude is out of line, young man.” He finished his statement and rested the palm of an open hand over my bare, upright bottom. His other arm wrapped around my chest in support, making it seem like he’s done this sort of thing before. “What you have coming is very well warranted; wouldn’t you agree?”

My head went light, and I felt the heat of his large calloused hand from bench presses and whatever else warming the center of my rear end. “Yes sir,” I answered more shakily than I cared for.

He swatted. Not light, but not hard either.

“’Atta boy. We’ll make a respectful young man out of you, yet.”

He swatted again, this time with more skill. It stung.

Picking up momentum he swatted again, again, and again. His knee hoisting my upright turned bottom rose higher and lower while he continued smacking with his firm open hand, targeting different angles.

More than once, the President would strike in an upward swing, causing my poor bubbled rump to jiggle. In my experience, a lot of dads would do that just to enjoy the affect it had.

Stupid frat boy president.

The tears welled up, more than I expected them to. I grabbed onto the President’s well-formed calf through his corduroy jeans as the burning sensation increased in my cheeks. Automatic defense mechanisms were starting to kick in, and soon he had to stop briefly to pin both arms behind the small of my back because I kept trying to cover up my rapidly warming up bottom.

After re-securing my upper torso more tightly with his other arm to where I couldn’t squirm, he added, “Don’t you dare start kicking or it will get a lot worse.” Then continued his duty.

I tried not to kick. His arm wrapping me was iron tight, and I almost cried as he showed no indication of slowing down his smacks. There wasn’t a time in my memory where I was spanked to this capacity before, especially by bare hand.

“Spread them.” He suddenly slapped one of my inner thighs.

I yelped and obeyed, staying in position as best as I could with my pants and underwear now wrapping around my ankles.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

“Mr. President,” I tried not to start blubbering. “Mr. President, I’m so sorry. I was disrespectful-”

“Stop talking,” he cut me off sternly.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

“It’s almost over, son.”

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

“By the way, these walls are sound proof.”

Smack!

Smack!

“You’re allowed to cry, son.”

Smack!  

“Nobody outside this room will know…”

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

“…you’re getting what you have sorely needed…”

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

“…for a very long time.”

With that, the President increased in tempo. And so, not only because of his permission to- but also from my surprise of the durability of President Johnston’s dexterity, I slowly began to cry. Tears streamed down my face as I began howling from the agony.

As soon as I started wondering how much more I could physically handle, he suddenly stopped.

Using the arm he spanked me with, President Johnston flipped me around, scooped me up, and cradle carried me back over to the other couch I previously sat in.

I cried profusely into his chest, for some reason unable to stop.

“It’s alright, son.”

He sat back down, resting my poor, red sore butt over his lap and held my head over his shoulder. He rubbed the back of my tight black t-shirt which was now drenched in sweat from the duress of my spanking. It was the only particle of clothing that remained on, my jeans and underwear were still kicked down to my feet, immobilizing me from leaving even if I wanted to.

When I had calmed down, the President wrapped an arm around my shoulders and spoke calmly to my ear.

“Son, I’m going to help you out of your shoes and clothes. You’re going to now get a spanking from every secret service agent in here who deems it necessary by your actions.”

I pulled my head back from his shoulder and looked at President Chad Johnston in shock. His arm still supported my balance sitting over his one knee, but his chiseled jawlines were unmoved, emerald eyes unwavering. To reiterate his point, he used his other hand to turn my chin to the Oval Office’s couch where I had just spent nearly insurmountable time bawling across the President’s lap.

The secret service agent who had let me in earlier was now sitting there with a stern expression, wordlessly motioning me forward with his right index finger.

He was as tall as me, his arms and chest strong, his abdomen and legs defined. In the hot, humid afternoon he wore nothing but a pair of bulging boxer briefs, bright yellow that left nothing to the imagination. And I was starved for it. 

I had recently turned 18 and this was one of my last camping trips of my scouting career, and it was a big one. Troops from all over the county came for competition and celebration and all that nonsense background noise to my adolescent desires. 

Our site was right next to theirs, and from the moment we arrived I had my eye on him. At first he had worn his uniform, like all of us, the olive green pants and tan shirts that seemed to make every man more attractive. While assembling our tent I watched him do the same with his equally hot friends. But my eyes were glued to him, his brown hair hanging in lazy curls that looks shiny with sweat. At some point he stripped his shirt, his torso now covered in just a sleeveless undershirt, further flaunting his muscular torso. And at one point, as I finished setting up alone while my patrol went to get our bags, the stranger left his tent, in just his underwear, for the world to see. 

My jaw dropped and I gawked, before collecting myself and finishing my work. Once I was done, the stranger was tossing a football with his friends, who were all shirtless, but still in pants or shorts. 

“Why are you so hard?” David suddenly whispered as he slipped past into the tent. I flushed and glanced down, seeing my bulge looked tented and full. I slipped into the tent behind him, a moment before Brendan and Alex also joined us. David didn’t mention it again as we unpacked, but he did give me a few coy looks, as if saying he hadn’t forgotten. 

The rest of the day went as usual, our troop and all the others meeting for dinner in the mess hall then a bonfire to celebrate the start of the week. And afterwards we went back to camp to sleep. It was dark and we couldn’t see far past our campsite borders. But as Alex and Brendan went to the tent, David and I went to take a piss against the treeline at the far end of our site. 

“The one in the yellow?” David asked, knowingly. 

I had expected this. “Did you see him?” 

“Of course I did, I just pointed him out.”

“No, did you see him?” I asked again. David blinked. Our streams of urine were both slowing to an end. “Yes, it was him.” 

Leaving it vague, I turned and led us back to the camp. We went to the tent and, after a late night of whispered jokes and muttered innuendo, our patrol was asleep. 

I was always the first one awake. I sat up with a yawn and stretched my arms and back. Glancing around the dim tent I checked that my friends were still asleep, before getting up. It was only when I stood that I realized I had a rigid morning wood, poking out of my boxers. Paying it no mind (my patrol had all seen it already), I dressed in pants and a tee shirt, then left the tent. 

The sun was about the rise, the world dim and cool and foggy. In the distance I could hear other early risers in other camps, moving about and starting campfires. I decided, when I first woke up, to rush to the treeline again and try to jerk off fast. 

I usually jerked off on camping trips. At home I went three times a day so here I had to go at least once or I’d lose my mind. Usually I did it late at night or early in the morning in my sleeping bag or even on display if my friends wanted to watch, and sometimes they did. 

Reaching the trees I walked past them, going a few yards away from the camps, before leaning against one, hidden from all views. I dropped a hand to my crotch, feeling just how hard I still was. I was about to pull my cock free, my hands on my buttons, when I heard a sound and froze. 

Someone was pissing close by. I froze and listened. I looked around, seeing nothing. Creeping slowly around my tree, I looked at the sound and my jaw dropped. 

There he was, the stud in the yellow underwear, which were now tucked under his balls as he let out his stream into a bush. He was yawning and rubbing his eye, giving me a chance to get a good view. His meat filled his fist, even soft. And his balls looked heavy and dark with hair. I swallowed and bit my lip, then turned away as he opened his eyes. 

I stayed hidden, waiting for the sounds of footsteps. But they never came. Instead, the pissing slowed to a spurting stop. I froze for a long moment before daring to look again. My jaw hit the ground. 

There he was, stroking himself. His cock was growing fast, almost doubling in size. His balls bounced hard and his free hand went to his bare nipple to tease it. His eyes were closed again. With my mouth agape I dropped a hand to stroke myself, my own cock solid and leaking already. And it didn’t take long for either of us to finish. The stranger bit his lip and tensed, his muscles and dick swelling before he fired off a dozen long ropes of seed. As he came, I bit my lip to keep from moaning out as my load hit the bark of the tree I was hiding behind. 

Before my orgasm ended I had turned away, hiding fully, breathing heavily and tucking away my relaxing cock. I waited a long time and checked twice before making my way back to camp. And when I did, my patrol was waiting by a small fire, David giving me a quizzical smirk. 

I told them nothing, for now. 

The day went as normally as always. We ate breakfast as a troop, did our assigned activities, and had lunch in patrols before our afternoon. 

“What happened?” It was Alex who asked, as we sat at our table, eating sandwiches and chips. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I lied. 

“This morning. Why were you smirking like an idiot when you came back from jerking off.” 

I blinked and blushed. “How do you know-?”

“We aren’t dumb, Danny.” Brendan chimed in. “We know that whenever you have even just a second of alone time you’re gonna touch yourself.”

I blushed harder and felt a stirring in my crotch. 

“But today,” Alex continued, “your face said something more happened.”

I swallowed and decided to be honest. “I peeped on another guy jerking off too.” 

Brendan gave a laugh and Alex blushed, but David raised a brow. “Was it the hottie from yesterday?” He asked, as if he already knew. I gave a nod and he shook his head but smirked. 

“That’s hot…” Alex muttered. 

“Let’s drop it for now, before we all get hard.”

“I’ve been hard.” Brendan said with a cocky wink. 

I rolled my eyes but thankfully they did what I asked and changed the topic. For the afternoon we did more activities before dinner as a troop then the camp wide bonfire. The scouts loved bonfires. 

We were sat in a large amphitheater carved into the dirt, with one side looking out onto the lake and a fire pit at the bottom. It was roaring as we all filed in. Soon, the sun set and the show began. There were speeches and songs, sing-a-longs and skits. An endearing event but boring to cock hungry teens like me. 

Like a hawk, I spotted him, the hottie. He stood up and began to shuffle through the crowd. I nudged Alex. “I gotta piss.” Before standing and also shuffling out. 

I rushed up the hill into the darkness beyond, spotting the hottie a few yards away. I followed him into the trees until the bonfire behind us became a distant light. 

He stopped and started to piss. I made sure to walk heavily, warning him of my approach. He glanced back and I gave a friendly wave. “Is this the bathroom?” I asked, playfully. 

He gave a chuckle and gestured with his head for me to join him. “Come on in, bro.” I stepped up next to him, undid my shorts, and pulled out my semi hard cock, and let loose my stream. 

The hottie finished pissing and I glanced over. He shook his meat clean. It was big and, in my expert opinion, definitely not soft. For a long moment I peed and he shook his cock. Time froze and he didn’t put it away. When I finished, I mimicked him, then started to stroke. We were both growing hard. 

“Wanna jerk off?” The stranger asked, going to unbutton his shorts to freely stroke himself. I swallowed and did the same. 

“Just jerk off?” I asked with a raised brow and a hard dick. 

The hottie’s face lit up and he looked at my cock again. “Can I suck it?” 

“Fuck yeah.” The boy stepped towards me as we turned to face each other. He squatted, hands on my hips, before he leaned in and started to suck me. I moaned soft and low as he eagerly started to suck and bob along my shaft. I bit my lip, hand going to his head as he soon throated me with ease. “Oh, fuck.” 

One of the boy’s hands went to my balls, fondling and massaging them. The other went to stroke himself, the sucking lips now moaning around my meat. He pulled off and his hand and lips switched places. He licked and sucked my balls and stroked my slick shaft. “Does it feel good?” 

“Fuck yeah.” I said again, smirking and rubbing his head. He went back to sucking my cock again. I knew I wouldn’t last long, I never did in erotic situations like this. And based on how the hottie was moaning around my cock, he was close too. 

“I’m gonna cum…” I muttered, trying to be quiet as my body tensed. “Fuck-!” Soon, I was nutting into his mouth as he swallowed and bobbed along my shaft. A moment later he was finishing at my feet, moaning out while swallowing my load. And as he continued to suck me, my cock began to stiffen out again. But, I knew we didn’t have time for it. So I pulled out, squatted down, and kissed his lips. 

He went back to the bonfire before me and I made sure to wait a long moment before returning too. As I sat with my patrol again around the bonfire, Alex and David gave me two knowing looks. But, I ignored them, watching the ending of the ceremony, smirking like an idiot. 

The sun was about to rise, the world dim and cool and foggy. I was the first one awake as I made my way towards the tree line. I went a few yards in before finding the same tree as the day before. And as I stepped behind it and nearly ran into someone. The hottie, in his yellow underwear, grabbed my shoulder and chest and smirked at me. “So it was you creeping on me yesterday.”

My jaw dropped and I tried to speak, but no words came out. I felt a flush on my cheeks and a stirring under my boxers, where my already full morning wood stiffened. The hottie looked me up and down and I did the same to him. We were both bulging our underwear. When our eyes met again, he spoke up again.  

“I’m glad you’re here again.” His hands released me and went to push his own underwear down and let his hard cock spring free. He grabbed its base and slapped it against his palm. “It’s my turn to cum in your mouth.”

When I returned to camp, only David was up. We met outside the tent and when he saw me he rolled his eyes and smirked. “Again?” 

“Yes, and no.” 

David raised a brow curiously as I smirked like an idiot. 

Catfight!

Dean sat back on the leather sofa, his deep brown eyes half focused on his partner Erin,  a 5’9”, 155 pond dynamo, with walnut brown preppy styled hair, crystal blue eyes, and perfect porcelain skin, wearing his skimpy crop top and gym shorts.   Dean’s other focus was on the exotic, erotic Miko standing at 5’7”, similar weight, with tempting tan skin, bleached hair, brown eyes, and wearing that white, long tee shirt, and an almost ripped-off thong from their fuck session and those sexy fishnet thigh highs.    The two twinks stood face to face, pissed, insulted, jealous, and ready for war.

“ What kind of slut moves in and fucks another man’s boyfriend?”    Erin broke the silence.

“ I didn’t make your man stick his dick in me. Clearly hadn’t been getting it at home.“  Miko snapped back.

Erin looked angrily over at Dean who simply raised his hands and said,  “You said I should stay out of it.”

Erin turned his attention back to Miko, “ Fucking bitch!”   Erin said, as he swung a slap across Miko’s boyish face.

“Oh, you’re going to be sorry for that boring white boy,”   Miko said as he lunged at Erin, grabbing him by his thick hair and pulling Erin’s head back, and forth as if to snap his neck.  Erin swung a slap again rattling Miko, and getting the Mexican to release his hair.   Miko stunned but fast to fight back grabs Erin’s cotton crop top and starts wilding pulling and ripping at it, letting  Erin flounder like a rag doll as Miko rips that workout shirt right off the twink.   

“YOU COW!”   Erin screams as he hears his shirt rip and for a moment Dean almost applauds.

“Cheap shirt, like the cheap slut you are,”  Miko said laughing.

Erin, ready to go tit for tat, grabbed Miko’s long, white tee and pulled it up, and over the shorter boy’s head as Erin tried ripping it off.    

“Fucker I can’t see.”  Miko cried out as he was still wildly and blindly swinging his arms.   Erin took full advantage and balled up his fists and struck a blow on Miko’s back, and then with lifted arms, Erin hammered down again, this time sending Miko to the floor with a splat.    Winded Miko lay flat, motionless for a moment as Erin leaped in the air and came, elbow first, crashing down on the tan boy’s exposed back.

Dean watched with intensity.  He thought maybe he should break it up, they were fighting over him, which is why he didn’t break it up.   Besides he was shocked at Erin’s sudden passion and violence, he always knew his partner liked it rough and had a high pain threshold but never knew he had such a fight in him.   Hell, maybe he was wrong, maybe Erin could rip little Miko apart.   As Dean’s mind raced with wild and lustful thoughts for both guys he found himself blurting out,  “Get him, Erin.”

“This bitch is done for, baby.”  Erin breathlessly called back.

“You’re the one done for bitch!”  Miko said,

Dean watched as the two were catballing on the floor.  Rolling around the room, slapping, kicking, screaming, hair pulling.   It was Miko who rolled up on top and sprung up on Erin’s long lean body, straddling him.   Miko’s shirt ripped off in the floor battle, leaving the tan sexy twink in his white thong and thigh-high fishnets.  Those white fishnet-covered legs were sliding up on Erin,  to force a pin.  Schoolboy pinning the screaming white boy down  Miko took great joy in rubbing his thong-covered balls and cock in Erin’s face.

“Taste it, you bitch!  Smell my balls!”  Miko demanded as he rubbed his crotch all over Erin’s face.

“OH, Damn Miko show him who the bitch is!”  Dean called out from the sofa.

Erin, humiliated, used all his pent-up rage and pushed with his feet off the floor bucking Miko, sending him sliding off Erin.    Erin was quick to roll over onto Miko’s bare back.  Erin squatted over Miko’s back, grabbed both arms and placed them on his knees, then placed his ass on Miko’s back, getting Miko in an unstable Camel Clutch hold.

“ Baby!  You are  like a pro at this.”  Dean said amazed at Erin’s wrestling skill.

Erin, to add insult to injury, fish hooked his fingers in Miko’s pretty little mouth as he put more pressure on Miko’s back in the Camel clutch.

“Ahhh AHHH,”  Miko moaned in pain.    To which Erin responded, “ How you like it cunt?   You are going to learn to stay away from my man.”

Dean, despite filling Miko’s ass up with cum, was getting hard again.  The sight of these two sexy boys battling was too exciting, Dean’s big black dick was getting harder and harder as the fight raged on.   Still pantless from fucking, Dean had easy access to his shaft and found his hand stroking it as he watch Miko roll, struggle and send Erin off balance escaping the camel` clutch hold.

The two living room gladiators once again were in a face-to-face struggle on the floor, rolling, yelling, clawing, grappling.  Erin bumped his head on the floor as Miko got on his knees and pulled Erin’s gray gym shorts off leaving the pale, blue-eyed beauty bare-assed.   Miko then tossed the shorts aside and lunged on top of Erin, trying for a pin, but Erin swung his leg and nailed Miko in the face with his foot sending the smaller boy tumbling to the right.    Erin, with his big white ass and dangling balls, got up and went for Miko.   Pulling the tan boy up by his bleached hair Erin forced Miko into a standing head scissors. 

“Oh, My God!”   Dean muttered as he watched Miko’s head go between Erin’s strong shapely legs. 

Erin had Miko bent over and trapped and took full advantage. Reaching forward Erin started to spank Miko’s ass.   Then Erin viciously grabbed Miko’s white thong by his waistband and started to wedgie that up Miko’s juicy bubble butt.   Miko let out a howl as he felt the tight string sawing at his ass hole.

Dean watched on as the wedgie caused Miko’s golden ass to shake and giggle like jello, and this caused Dean to use two-hand stroking on that engorged cock of his.

Miko in pain brought his hands up and started clawing at Erin’s ass cheeks.  Erin let out a wail and with a strong tug ripppppped Mikos’ thong right off.    As Erin pulled back, ripping the garment, Miko used his legs to push forward and both actions caused Erin to lose balance and fall backward, popping Miko out of the head scissors and landing Erin on his back.   Miko lunged on top of Erin,  grabbing his toren thong,  and stuffed it in Erin’s mouth.   As Erin sputtered to spit the cloth out of his mouth, Miko spun around and rolled Erin over with skill and speed like the experienced fighter Miko was.   Before Erin knew it he was on his stomach and now Miko was straddling his back, clasping Erin’s legs and setting him up for a perfect Boston Crab hold.   Erin slammed his hands on the floor in pain and cried out for it to stop, as Miko sat his big ass down, stretching Erin’s back.  Miko could feel this being the end of Erin and went for the kill, using a free hand to claw hold Erin’s exposed balls.

Dean watched as Erin let out a scream of pain. Pre cum was leaking from that big black hose as Miko gloated at the pain he was giving Erin.  If this was the ending, then Dean wanted to blow.   However, Erin used all the strength he had left to push off the floor with his hands, and little Miko tumbled off the injured Erin.

Miko, pissed,  got to his feet and came over to a whimpering Erin, grabbed his arm, and placed his white fishnet-clad foot in Erin’s face.   

“Now you lick it bitch.”  Miko demanded as he rubbed his foot roughly all over Erin’s face and lips.

“Stop stop.”  Erin muttered but Miko showed no mercy, “ No way bitch you started this.”

As Miko kept rubbing his foot in Erin’s face, Erin opened his lips, letting Miko’s big toe in his mouth, and bit down on it.

“AUGHHHH!”   Miko screamed and hopped away on one foot.

“Erin’s making a comeback,”  Dean announced as he played with his cock.

Despite Dean’s supportive words, he could see Erin was about out of steam.   Dean was shocked his lover lasted and performed this well, but he could see by Erin’s slow, limp, naked body trying to get to his feet, the boy was on empty.

As Erin got to his feet Miko was there to greet him.   Miko grabbed Erin by his tits and began to twist and pull them and as Erin screamed in pain Miko used his body to push Erin backward slamming Erin back into the wall while still mauling the white boy’s tits.

“I am going to make you cry bitch.”  Miko announced and then let one of Erin’s pec go and used that free hand to grab Erin’s hard cock.  Erin moaned at the touch of Miko’s hand on his dick, but the moan turned into a cry as Miko started pulling, twisting, and tugging Erin’s pink dick as harshly as Miko was twisting and tugging Erin’s nipple. 

“Oh my god you cheating bitch, grabbing cock, you cunt.”  Erin cried out, feeling tears form in his eyes.

“Shut up bitch. There are no rules in a catfight.”  Miko spat back as he let go of Erin’s nipple and dick and got his hands in Erin’s messed-up hair and started using it to bang Erin’s head into the wall.

“Miko, Miko you won clearly, don’t kill him.”  Dean requested

“He told you to stay out of it.”  Miko responded with a laugh.

Then using his hold on Erin’s hair, he pulled forward and tossed his beaten rival to the floor.  Erin landed on his back with a thud and a painful moan.   

Miko came over to the motionless, moaning Erin.  Stood over him, looked at Dean with a cocky grin, and then sat down, dropping his amble, naked ass right on Erin’s face.

“Now cunt eat your boyfriend’s cum out my ass.”  Miko ordered as he started rocking back and forth pushing his ass harder into Erin’s face.

Dean wanted to stop it, as he watch Erin moan, squirm and kick helplessly as Miko rode, twerked, and grind his ass into the white bitch’s face.  Dean wanted to stop it, but his desire to cum came first and he was fully jerking off, ready to drop another load in Miko’s house.

“You ever mess with me again bitch I will destroy you.”  Miko declared as he grabbed hold of Erin’s legs and pulled them back over Erin’s head in a matchbook pin.

It was then, when Dean saw Erin’s spread legs, and opened hole, that Dean’s thick white cum sprayed out.

The fight was over, but not the war.

My colleague friend framed me and made me go to prison for 10 years. After being prepared by the guards, the prison boss, Dante, cuffed me, stripped me, pierced my nipples and branded me like a cow. My new nipple piercing showed “Dante’s Property”. He threatened to cut my balls off if I tried to remove it. Following, he cuffed my wrists and forced me to suck his cock. The prison guards were in on it, and I was taken from both ends for hours. And that was just round 1.

I was exhausted and wanted to cry. My wrists and ankles were still tightly cuffed. Dante put the ballgag back on, so I could not move or say anything. A tear rolled down my face. 

“Ok, so round 2 is coming up… but first, we have some visitors. I want to show my new bitch to my friends. Come here, bitch. Dante and the prison guards were dressed now. The prison guards dragged me up. I saw Dante attaching some chains in two hooks fastened in the ceiling. The guards unfastened my wrists, but I was too tired to resist and to escape. It was no use anyway.

My hands were cuffed above my head and attached to the chains. Dante pulled the chain so I was forced to stand on my toes. Naked. Chained. Ballgagged. On my toes. 

“See this…?”, Dante smiled. This is a butt plug. Mega size. You probably never wore one, but you are going to wear this. And in one push he pushed the buttplug into my ass. “HMMMMMM!!!!”, I wanted to scream, but could not. My cock was already hard, but somehow, I felt it harden even more.

“Sniff this”, Dante said. I saw a little bottle and when I smelled it, I got a strange feeling. “Poppers”, Dante smiled. He slapped my ass quite hard and wrote “FUCK” on my left cheek, and “ME” on the right. “Now we are ready for the open house” (WHATT??)

There I was, completely naked, chained, gagged, no way to escape. The cell filled with 20 or 30 prisoners, all smiling when they entered. “So this is your new bitch, Dante?”. It was a big muscled and tattooed prisoner, wearing a big smile. “Yes, just like you were, Sean”, Dante smiled. “Do you want to replace this guy? Miss it”. Sean stopped smiling and looked at the floor.

“This bitch is mine. But Sean, if you want to borrow him for an hour, you can. It will costs you 10 packages of cigarettes”. Sean smiled again. Suddenly I saw him grab the cigarettes out of his bag. My heart started racing, and I panicked. My eyes widened. “OH NOOO!”, I thought, “NOT AGAIN!!!”.

Sean dropped his orange overal and was wearing tight black thongs. “Oh god”, I thought. “Is this mandatory clothing in this prison? Is everybody here wearing thongs? Are all prisoners gay here?”. Sean was ripped, completely covered in tattoos and was obviously wearing a thong which was one size too small. “If you are wondering why all these thugs are wearing thongs… all thugs who were my bitch once, are forced to wear thongs every day. For the rest of their stay here. “WAW… ALL THE PRISONERS AND THUGS WERE HIS BITCH ONCE???”

Sean grabbed my ass with both hands and slapped it. “WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM!”, “HMMMM!!!”. “Good bitch”, he said. “I will fuck you as hard as Dante fucked my once”. And in one push he rammed his cock into my ass. 

The entire cell was filled with thugs, half out of their clothes and playing with their cocks. I felt aroused, and somehow, I wanted to have sex here. How was that possible?? I am nog gay… am I?

Dante removed my gag. “Please don’t!!”, I screamed. Sean fucked me so hard it started to hurt. “I will ask Sean to slow his pace, I you admit you like getting fucked”. I was shocked. I couldn’t say that… “AAHHHH!!”, Sean fucked my so hard. It hurt, and tears came out of my eyes. “Ahhh, dearry… does it hurt? Just say you like having gay sex and it will get better”. “Okay okay! I screamed…. I…” I hesitated. “Well, go on!”, Dante said with a wide grin. “I… like… getting fucked in the ass.” And…? “I really like to suck your cock, Dante”… And…? I did not want to say this.

“And… I think I am gay.”

“Good boy!”. Now you get a few hours of rest. Get prepared… because round 3 is coming.