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I hit the ground running, I wanted to get to the nudist beach before it got too hot. I quickly packed my beach bag, towel, sun screen, lube (always a must) and some cold water.

I then rummaged through my drawers and pulled out a white lace g string, sliding them on and then my shorts and a t over the top.

I was just about out the door to start the 30 minute drive to the beach when I realised I forgot one item, my butt plug. Six inches of black pleasure that I loved. Into the bag it went and 2 minutes later I was on the road, not quite 7.30am.

After an uneventful drive there, my thoughts on being naked and absorbing the sun and hoping other guys had the same idea, I pulled into the car park. Doing a rough count I guessed there was maybe 6 or 7 other cars spread out over the car park.

I parked the car, threw up the sun protector on the windscreen, peeled my shirt off, then my shorts and threw them on the back seat of the car. I always walked the 200m from the car park to the nudist part of the beach dressed in just the g string, it seems to advertise my intent.

Grabbing my bag, I removed the lube and butt plug, applying the lube generously to my ass hole and lathering the butt plug. Bending over and inserting the plug before pulling up my g string, knowing full well that anyone that looked at my behind would see the toy firmly wedged inside my pussy.

As I turned to shut the car door and lock it, I noticed a guy had pulled up and gotten out of his car. He was around 40ish and was looking directly at me. I am guessing he had watched the whole butt plug insertion. He waved, I smiled, waved back, shit the car, locked it and headed along the sand track towards the beach.

5 or 10 minutes after setting off from the car park, I arrived at the nudist part of the beach. A quick scan revealed half a dozen guys, all heavily tanned and butt naked standing together looking at the ocean and chatting amongst themselves. Their backs were to me, so I could not see the condition their cocks were in. I am sure all would be revealed shortly.

As I drew closer to them, I could feel my butt plug stretching me, moving with my body as I walked along the beach. I am sure it was nearly giving me that feminine sway to my hips as the lube did its job. I also must have went a bit heavy with the lube, as it was dribbling from my pussy and running down the inside of my legs…

It was time to find a suitable spot to spread my towel, other than the 6 guys in the group, the beach appeared to be deserted. As I passed by the naked group, maybe 10 metres to their rear, one guy looked at me over his shoulder and I am sure he alerted the rest of the group as they pretty much all turned to face me as I walked past. I was impressed, there was a mixture of cut and uncut cock of varying sizes and thickness, I did only notice one was mostly erect while the others seemed to be limp or semi flaccid. A nice view nonetheless. No white skin shown anywhere.

I continued walking before spotting a depression in the sand, 20 metres from the group and clearly visible by them. Also about 30 metres to the water. Good spot. Did I mention I love to be watched?

I removed my towel from my bag, spread it on the now warm sand, turned my back to the group and removed my g string, placing it in my bag. As I bent over to pack the g string away, my pussy filled with the butt plug would have been on full display for the group. I turned a little and peeked at them and sure enough, I had their attention.

I laid face down on the towel, plug still in place and aimed directly at my new voyuer group, spreading my legs sufficiently to retain their attention. I laid my head down, happy with progress and the warmth of the sun on my naked body.

Maybe 10 minutes later I heard that sound in the sand that your feet make when you walk on it, I didn’t move, but continued to listen as the sound appeared to be getting closer.

Then it stopped, a hand touched my cheeks and then gave a slight tug on the butt plug, just enough to show it was firmly in place. I didn’t look or say anything, my only movement was spreading my legs further apart. I felt a hand on each leg as the stranger dropped to the sand between my legs…

Then I felt fingers on the end of the butt plug, a slight tug at first refused ro let it go, then another more determined pull ensured its release from my pussy. A definitive slurp as it retracted from its temporary home. The hands then grasped my hips, pulling them up and back, my pussy now elevated while my chest and head remained firmly planted on the towel.

I twisted my head to the side and confirmed there was still 6 bodies on the sand dune, staring straight at me and my new found friend. Still no words were spoken.

As my head hit the towel again, I felt the head of his cock pushing against my cunt, it felt to be a nice size and popped inside of me quickly before stopping and ensuring I was comfortable with this rod about to rape my insides. He started to slide the head in and out, massaging the walls of my cunt, I moaned, deeply and quite loud, Ensuring he was aware I was ready.

He took the hint and slid that rock hard shaft all the way home until I felt his naked balls slap against mine. This was not to be a drawn out loving fuck. He wanted my cunt and he wanted it now. He was also fucking me bare back, it felt amazing.

His hands locked onto my hips and he started to fuck me in earnest, I also drew him inside of me, pushing back against his strokes, I wanted his cum inside me and I was determined to milk every drop from this fucker.

I told him such, I said breed me! I want you to fill my cunt. I needed to be saturated inside, this was the first of what I hoped to be many today.

He obliged, fucking me faster and harder until he dragged my pussy back onto him as far as he could get it, burying himself deep inside my gut before his cock and balls started to twitch and I felt the warmth spread inside of me, his seed swimming up inside my cunt, into their new home. He laid on top of me as his cock deflated and eventually pulled out of me, his cum dribbling out behind his deflated cock.

He tapped me on the ass and said thanks, that was beautiful and walked away…

I laid bavk down, temporarily satifisfied, then rising to all fours and spreading my cheeks to show the cheer squad the end result, a trickle of cum running from my pussy.

Cock 1 to start what looks like to be a good day. Now I just need to offer the other guys an incentive to add their loads to my cunt…

More to cum on what turned out to be a very loose and fulfilling day in the next chapter

Reader discretion is advised, this story contain graphic content depicting incest, violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and does not portray real events or real persons. All characters are 18 or older.

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I can safely speak about this now, since 12 years have passed now. It was a life changing experience, probably more for me than for my nephew David. 

I hadn’t seen my nephew in over a year. He was 19. My sister said he graduated high school and was going to college next year. I didn’t see them, because they lived in another city. Last I heard, my sister and her husband were getting a divorce. 

I was never that fond of David, even when he was a young man. He was arrogant, selfish, disrespectful and somewhat of a bully. Of course in my sister’s eyes, he could do no wrong.

It was June and I was in my garage with a friend of mine, when David showed up unannounced. He opened the side door to the garage and stepped in. I was on my knees, naked and sucking my friends cock. I knew our relationship would never be the same after that. 

It was the worst possible thing that could ever happen, because he had something to hold over me. Considering what a bully David was, he was going to take full advantage of my compromising situation. He announced that he was moving in with me until his mom and dad finalized their divorce. I had little to say in the decision and he knew it.

Later that evening after dinner, he ordered me to strip off my clothes. I protested his order. He sat back in the chair with an evil grin on his face.

“You forgot about today in the garage already? On your knees sucking a man’s cock. What would happen if that got out? What would they say at your work, uncle?”

I removed my clothes and stood there in front of him, naked and humiliated. All I saw was the joy in his eyes. 

“I’m naked! Does that satisfy you?”

He stood up and ordered me to turn around. He removed the belt from my pants, bound my hands together and forced me to my knees. He dropped his pants, revealing his hard cock to me.

“Now uncle, you can suck my cock just like you did in the garage.”

My humiliation quickly returned. David was my sister’s son, my nephew and I was sucking his cock. Suddenly David slapped me across the face.

“Look at me when I cum in your mouth!”

I, in no way, wanted to indulged him, but that slap across my face made me more submissive. I finished, then he made me kneel in front of him with my head down, while he watched the television.  

He laughed, using his foot to play with my cock and balls, flipping them up and down and from side to side.

“Older men have the best balls to play with. Don’t you agree, uncle?”

I could tell from the tone of his voice, there would be no end to the humiliation and punishment I was going to endure from him. Why the hell did he have to catch me sucking that man’s cock? I was humiliated and depressed about my situation. David was nudging my balls when he struck one of them quite painfully.

“Ouch! Please David, not so hard!”

He yanked me to my feet and slapped my face again.

“When did you get permission to give me orders? Huh, when was that?”

He bent me over the sofa arm and shoved my head in the cushions. He proceeded to spank my ass until it was burning red. He yanked me from the sofa and forced me back on my knees.

“The only time you open your mouth to me is when I put my cock in it. You understand that, uncle?”

“Yes, I do.”

He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.

“From now on, you call me SIR!”

That arrogant little shit! I replied.

“Yes sir!”   

That night, he tied me naked on my bed. My arms were tied to the head board and my ankles tied to the bottom rail. I laid there in the darkness while David’s hands explored my body. Playing with my nipples, then my cock and back to my nipples. All that attention made my cock erect. That’s when he gave me the best blow job I had in a long time. It was enough to relax me until the next morning.

David came out of the bathroom stark naked with a stiff cock between his legs. He looked at me on the bed and saw I also had a morning wood. He untied me and shoved me into the bathroom. He ordered me to suck his cock dry before I showered and dressed for work. 

I worked at the city library where I had worked for the past 18 years. I was now the library director with a staff of four under me. I wondered what they would think of me if they knew about me and my nephew? I put on a brave face at work, because I was the boss.

Three weeks had passed since David came to stay. My sister called and wondered how everything was going with me and David. I looked up at David, who was holding the leash that was attached to the collar around my neck.

“Everything is just fine Helen. David and I are doing fine together…what’s that? You’re going to Las Vegas for the divorce? You’ll be gone for 6 weeks or more?”

David looked down at me, with that big evil grin of his. He grabbed the phone from my hand. 

“Yeah mom. No problem. I planned on spending the whole summer with uncle Kevin. Yeah, we’re doing a lot of bonding right now. Don’t worry mom. Uncle Kevin is a great guy.”

He put the phone down and cuffed my hands behind my back. 

David had me on a routine.

Morning: Spanked my ass before I got out of bed. To the bathroom and suck his cock before shower. Made breakfast, stacked the dishwasher and get dressed for work. Before leaving, drop my pants and show him I was wearing my butt plug and my cock ring.

Evening: Arrived home and stripped my clothes off. Cuffed my hands behind my back and install the ball gag. Buckled the collar around my neck and clipped the leash to it. Pulled me in the living room and spank my ass. After that, fuck me while I’m bent over the sofa.

Dinner: One of two things would happen. Either I would make dinner for the both of us, or he would order pizza to be delivered. I was allowed 30 seconds to masturbate before I could eat dinner. If I couldn’t, I was taken back to the sofa and my ass spanked again.

Bed Time: Tied on the bed and David sucks my cock and I suck his. Shower and lights out until the next day and we do it all over again.

David acquired a black open mouth trainer hood with blindfold. I was not sure why he wanted me to wear it, but I did what he said.  I couldn’t see what he was doing or when he was going to do it. I confessed to myself that it was a sexually stimulating experience. I suppose I should have guessed David had an ulterior motive.

I found out on the next 3 day weekend. David had some of his friends over and there was nothing I could do about it. I was the entertainment for the weekend. I didn’t know it at the time, but David had prostituted me to his friends. He charged them for blow jobs and breeding. It became clear why he put the mask on me.

It was the most interesting weekend I had ever experienced. I began to know what it was like to lose all authority, while being driven into submission. I didn’t know how many cocks I sucked or how many times I was fucked. I probably had more forced orgasms that weekend than I ever had. I say forced, but they were also very enjoyable.

In a strange way, David and I did form a bond between us that summer. I suppose he brought out a side of me I never knew existed. The humiliation and the submission was the most arousing thing I ever experienced and I loved it.

That next year, David went to university and jointed a fraternity. I was a regular guest at the frat house, serving all the young men in any way they wanted. I look back fondly on those times. I have retired from my job at the library at the ripe old age of 56. 

I install my ball gag and buckle my collar with leash, then kneel on the floor naked with open legs. Any moment now, the young hoodlum David knows will be here and I have to be ready for him. 

END.

Luca turned his flashlight on in the cavern under Riffleberg Mountain to check one more time on whether he could discern what research was being done here. He knew it wasn’t nuclear. He hadn’t turned the overhead lights on in case they were connected to some sort of alarm system. Failing to gain any clues again, he switched the light off and stole out of the interior cave and into the one before this toward the surface of the mountain, the one backing onto the Hotel Riffleberg, a small ski resort hotel facing the Matterhorn. This cave was used as the hotel’s wine cellar, hiding the larger cavern behind it that housed something far more illicit than wine.

As he reactivated the alarm in the door, having learned the codes from the Iranian researcher he’d let lay him, the door to the back of the hotel opened and the hotel manager, Akhtar Fariba, appeared.

“There you are, Luca. You were supposed to come to my apartment. What are you doing in the wine cellar?”

“The cook needs some French sherry for something he’s preparing for tonight. I said I’d fetch it for him. Here the sherry shelf is right here. Ah, here’s a bottle of Pommer-Xeres. That should do.”

“I didn’t realize you had the code for the door to the wine cellar.” Fariba was looking at the other door—the one to the cavern behind, but he wasn’t seeing anything amiss there. It was only a matter of time, however, before he’d find out that Luca had gotten the code from one of his researchers, Luca knew. The promised exchange needed to be accomplished soon or this whole thing would be blown. Luca resorted to the only distraction he knew had been working with Fariba for weeks now.

“The cook gave me the code to the door. Sorry I got waylaid by the cook’s request. I can’t wait to go up to your bed.” He came in close to the hotel manager and rubbed his hand on Fariba’s crotch. Fifteen minutes later, they were on the bed in the manager’s bedroom, with its window framing the Matterhorn to the west, and the tall, thin, lightly muscled late-forties Iranian was on his back. The small, Swiss, darkly handsome Luca Meier was straddling the hotel manager’s pelvis, leaning back, and palming the older man’s knees, and riding the man’s cock, crying out, “Ja, ja, scheiß auf mich. Du bist so ein Hengst!—Yes, yes, screw me. You’re such a stud!”

Holding the slim young man’s waist between his hands and both lifting and slamming down Luca’s ass on his cock and using the leverage of the heels to thrust up into the young man’s passage, Fariba, lost in the moment, answered, “Take it. Take it. Take my cock!” in Farsi, losing, Luca hoped, all remembrance he’d caught his reception desk supervisor and boytoy in the caves behind the hotel.

Meanwhile, down the valley, in the town of Zermatt, the young man traveling with a Canadian passport and claiming to be a New Zealander, Jeff Reynolds, was standing, naked, at the balcony door looking up the slopes to the Matterhorn. His eyes were trying to pick out the lights of the ski resort hotel on Riffleberg Mountain they were going to the next day, where he was likely, if they were lucky, to be staying for an indefinite, dangerous time. Reynolds was a handsome, blond young man not long having finished his chemical engineering doctorate at Stanford.

Which of those lights were for the Hotel Riffleberg, he wondered. How had he come to this highly dangerous position?

“Come back to bed,” a commanding voice demanded from behind him.

Reynolds groaned. The man traveling as a New Zealander entrepreneur arms buyer, Peter Summerfield, was demanding, dominating, virile, vigorous, and had the aspect of a Marine general who kept himself in prime condition into his fifties. He also had the thickest, longest cock Reynolds had ever taken.

“Now!” the man declared.

Trembling, Reynolds turned from the window, went back to the bed as commanded, climbed onto the mattress, and positioned himself over the hunky man’s naked body. Grasping the younger man’s waist between his hands, Summerfield brutally pulled Reynolds’s hips down, skewering his ass on the man’s thick cock. Even as he was burying his hard shaft up into the young man’s soft passage, he was thrusting, thrusting, thrusting.

Facing the man’s head, Reynolds palmed Summerfield’s bulging pecs, writhed on the thrusting cock, and cried out, “Yes, yes! Screw me! You’re a stud!”

Summerfield answered with a “Take it. Take it. Take my cock!”

As Reynold fucked himself on his master’s shaft he was wondering about the next day. Would their target, the Iranian Akhtar Fariba, be half as virile and cruel as this man was? What sacrifices did he have to make to serve his country?

* * * *

It isn’t every ski resort hotel whose doorman carries a Kalashnikov rifle or that is devoid of women either on the staff or among its guests. So, the Hotel Riffleberg, within the afternoon shadow of the Matterhorn and pressed into the side of the Swiss mountain of that name southeast of the ski town of Zermatt, was a very special type of hotel. It wasn’t just the skiing that attracted international entrepreneur Peter Summerfield and his boyfriend, Jeff Reynolds, to the small, fourteen-guest room hotel or even the privacy it afforded for them to shack up together, but it also was declared to be to find a venue for some wheeling and dealing in arms sales and delivery without attracting the attention of the world’s terrorism fighters.

As the two entered the Alpine-theme front lobby of the hotel, two watchers, Pavel Sokolov, an associate of Russian arms supplier Gennadi Ivanov, and Kabr Zeidan, boyfriend of Greek shipping magnate Christos Diakos, folded their newspapers and slid off to inform their respective bosses that the New Zealander had arrived and the talks could begin.

As those two left to report, others came out to mark the arrival. Those traveling on New Zealand passports were greeted at the reception desk by a handsome young Swiss reception clerk, Luca Meier, whose attention went immediately to the commanding figure of Peter Summerfield, a man approaching middle age, but doing so with a strong hold on authority, charisma, and fitness. The manager of the hotel, tall, trim, late forties Iranian, Akhtar Fariba, came out to the desk from his adjacent office to bow and scrape to the last of his important guests’ arrival, while looking a bit disturbed at his desk clerk, Meier. The hotel’s ski instructor, the Iranian, Farzin Ahmadi, also came out of his adjacent office to observe—as did three young Iranians of indeterminate status, Basir, Milad, and Naseem, who had been in the bar and had heard the New Zealanders arrive.

None of these men had to tell Summerfield or Reynolds that they were Iranians. The new arrivals already knew that. They knew who was running this “safe haven for illicit contacts” hotel on the snowy slopes in the shadow of the Matterhorn. They knew the doorman with the Kalashnikov, Iman, and both the day and evening bartenders in bar, Darius and Ghazi, were Iranians.

And they knew that everything they said and did here would be reported back to Tehran, to the extent that the Iranian listeners and watchers understood what was happening here. But their mission was so important that they came into the jaws of the Persian lion anyway.

“Welcome to Hotel Riffleberg,” the manager, Ahktar Faribar, said. “I have the Zermatt conference room on the third floor on the mountain side reserved for your meeting today in two hour’s time after the noon meal is served in the dining room here, in back of me. The other gentlemen know that was the projected time. I hope it gives you enough time to freshen up. The conference room is yours to use for as long as you need it.”

“That will be fine, thanks,” Summerfield answered. He looked at the young Swiss desk clerk, Luca Meier, and gave him a smile. Meier’s attention had been focused on Summerfield even while he appeared busy checking them in and making keys for the two-room suite for both Summerfield and Reynolds to occupy in the three-story wing on the western side of the hotel. That wing contained two suites and two regular rooms each on the first-and-second floors and six regular rooms on the third floor. The older man’s interested smile transferred over to Meier. The desk clerk of course knew what it meant for Summerfield and the much younger—about his own age—Reynolds to be roomed together. It signaled something about Summerfield that piqued Meier’s responding interest.

And thus the dance of the meeting on Riffleberg Mountain and the Swiss Exchange operation commenced.

* * * *

The handsome and hunky ski instructor, all winter-suntan, big smile, and sexiness, Farzin Ahmadi, apparently was the hotel’s activities director too, with the openly promoted activities being skiing, eating, and drinking, and the one all of them were eventually to learn was dominant being sex. Right there in the lobby and during lunch, he established that the afternoon activity for all but the three senior guests here to consult with each other, would be skiing. He would take the inexperienced skiers out and would direct the expert one to the appropriate slopes. The only ones to defy him were the Russians, who just stared at him and gave him a snort.

At the initial lunch, it became established by seeing who was seated in the main dining room, that the guest rooms would only be half occupied. The New Zealand buyer, Peter Summerfield, and his boyfriend, Jeff Reyolds, ate at one table and would occupy one of two suites on the first floor of the guest room wing. The Russian supplier, Gennadi Ivanov, and his two associates, Pavel Sokolov and Sergei Popov, were seated at another table. Ivanov occupied the other suite on the first floor. Each of his two associates were assigned a room in the six-room third floor. The Greek transporter, Christos Diakos, and his boyfriend, Kabr Zeidan, sat at a separate table and had been assigned one of the suites on the second floor.

At lunch the latecomers found there were three Olympic skiers, a German, a Frenchman, and an Italian, the three being acquainted with each other, already having been in residence for a week. They and the boyfriend of the German and claimed brother of the Frenchmen sat together at lunch. The Italian was there alone. The German skier, Maximilian Bauer, and his German boyfriend, Jonas Koch, occupied one of the two double rooms on the first floor and the Italian skier, Matteo Caputo, had the other. The Frenchmen, Lyam Beaumont and Alois Durand, having different surnames although claiming to be brothers, each occupied one of the two double rooms on the second floor.

This left one second-floor suite and four double rooms on the third floor unoccupied, although they were soon to understand that the ski instructor, Farzin Ahmadi, was holding the second-floor suite as a party room. The ground floor of the guestroom wing, the wing to the south of the hotel structure, housed a business center and a gym, both very well equipped.

The central lobby, facing the Matterhorn to the east and the downslope of the Riffleberg Mountain, was only a story and a half high. The wing to the north was the service wing, behind the reception desk, with the dining room on the first floor, kitchen and storage rooms on the ground floor, and hotel staff living quarters on the second and third floors. Behind the lobby and pushed into the mountain slope on the hotel’s west side were the hotel bar and offices for the manager, ski instructor, and head chef, with a corridor between them leading back to a door facing the surface of the mountain. The second floor of this wing housed the lounge, the third floor included meeting rooms and a library, and there was a fourth floor, where the senior hotel staffers had small apartments. The hotel was pretty much snowed in much of the year and the hotel staffers either lived in the hotel or near enough to it to ski in. All of the employees were men, most of them doubling as brothel rent-boys, as needed. And it wasn’t too long before it was apparent to the guests that there were several more employees on the hotel staff than there were guests—or accommodations for them.

The door down the corridor off the lobby and to the surface of the mountain the hotel was pressed into led to a distinctive feature of the building. The door opened into a warren of caverns inside the mountain that had been constructed to hold a defensive Swiss military unit during World War II. Switzerland was neutral in the war, a country surrounded by belligerent forces, at one time all Axis powers. Switzerland, which was maintained as a safe haven and somewhere where the diplomats and spies of the opposing forces could meet to negotiate, was not supposed to have defensive forces. But they were realistic and maintained some form of protection for themselves. The caverns in the bowels of Riffleberg Mountain, now accessed through this hotel, once were a military outpost on the Swiss-Italian border. Now, when guests asked what was back there, they were told it was the hotel’s very, very well-stocked wine cellar.

It was at lunch that it became apparent the hotel had a very large staff—larger than necessary to run a boutique hotel. The dining room was split between two areas, one for the guests and one for the staff, the guest area, of course, being much better appointed. To the side of the main banquet room, where the twelve hotel guests now in residence, the hotel manager, the ski instructor, and the reception clerk, Luca Meier, who had checked the New Zealanders in and who rather obviously had some sore of intimate relationship with the hotel manager, were dining, the staff dining room was seating a bit more than a dozen men, most of them young and fit. In addition to these, there were others floating around the hotel—the kitchen staff and waiters, hotel cleaners and reception desk staff members on duty, and that Iranian doorman with his Kalashnikov.

Most curious for those guests who were curious, and it was certainly the business of those meeting here to arrange a private sale and delivery of a large number of weapons, were three young men sitting off to the side in the staff dining area. When queried who they were, the hotel manager breezily said they were researchers, and when pressed on what researchers would be researching here, he said it was something about climate change and they were here so long-term that they were housed and treated like staff. The three men consulting here should have no worry about those three young men. They wouldn’t get in anyone’s way. They worked back in the cave most of the day.

By the end of the lunch, Farzin Ahmadi had the skiing parties for the afternoon all set up. The German Olympic skier, Maximilian Bauer; the Italian, Matteo Caputo; and the Frenchman, Lyam Beaumont, would tackle a difficult slope and the German’s boyfriend, Jonas Koch; Summerfield’s boyfriend, Jeff Reynolds; and Christos Diakos’s boyfriend, Kabr Zeidan, and the Frenchman, Alois Durand, would takes lessons on a beginner’s slope from Ahmadi.

The Russian’s two associates would stick with the supplier, buyer, and transporter during their negotiations in a third-floor meeting room.

It became suspiciously likely that Ahmadi had set everything up for his personal enjoyment and that he was a man on the prowl. He had corralled off the three young men he could be reasonably assured were there as the boytoys of men older than they were. Ahmadi was a randy hunk. They had their ski lesson, but later in the afternoon, all four of them found themselves in a Jacuzzi in the hotel’s gym, wearing nothing more than skimpy Speedos, and Ahmadi was shopping for a sex partner—or two or three.

The Iranian was a god of man, and he hadn’t been wrong about any of the three—Jeff Reynolds, Kabr Zeidan, or Jonas Koch—being approachable for sex. There was kissing and fondling and flirting in the Jacuzzi, and Ahmadi made a date for them to meet in the bar after dinner while the three principals in the arms negotiation were meeting. He’d gather up any of the other men who were interested there and there was a very nice suite they all could adjourn to from there to party.

All was moving along nicely as several of the men involved had planned.

* * * *

In addition to a safe meeting place for the underworld, the Hotel Riffleberg was known among the powerful and gay as a male brothel. It was there just for men and the men who went there knew precisely what sort of men went there. There was no question that the men going there could be had or were being had by other men. Guests could bring their own bedpartner; if they didn’t bring their own, they knew that everyone on the hotel staff was a player and that there surely would be willing company available. There was a question of who was a top and who was a bottom, who was owned and to what extent, and what price, if any was involved. The question was not whether any other man encountered there was gay or not or a player or not. They all were. That made moving into intimacy as the men in the Jacuzzi did that afternoon easy and quick. They had sorted themselves out by eye contact, murmurs, and touching while on the ski slopes or earlier in the hotel.

The commanding Iranian ski instructor, Farzin Ahmadi, invited those he’d been instructing on the slopes, Alois Durand, Jeff Reynolds, Kabr Zeidan, and Jonas Koch, to join him in the Jacuzzi. All did so, except for the Frenchmen, Durand, who had been flirting with the Greek shipping magnate earlier and was funneled off to the bar and the Greek’s suite before reaching the gym. The Greek’s boyfriend, Kabr Zeidan, had flirted with the Italian skier, Matteo Caputo, earlier, and, although he entered the Jacuzzi, when the Italian came out of the business center and looked into the gym, their eyes met, and Zeidan left and went with Caputo. Similarly, Jeff Reynolds, who had been sharing interest with the hotel manager, Akhtar Fariba, went into the Jacuzzi, but when Fariba came to the gym door and gave Reynolds the eye, Reynolds left and followed him away.

None of this really mattered to Farzin Ahmadi. When he entered the Jacuzzi, he pulled the German skier’s boyfriend, Jonas Koch, into the Jacuzzi and onto his lap. The two kissed and fondled each other, and it wasn’t long before their Speedos were off and the hunky Farzin was holding Jonas in his lap, facing him, sheathing his cock, and being raised and lowered on the ski instructor’s cock while they nuzzled and kissed.

The German skier, Maxmilian Bauer, and the French skier, Lyam Beaumont, were in Bauer’s room doing what they’d come to do. The Russians, the arms supplier, Gennadi Ivanov, and his two associates, Pavel Sokulov and Sergei Popolov, were roving the hotel, determining where everyone else was.

The hotel manager, Fariba, didn’t have to worry about where his usual bedpartner, the head clerk of reception, Luca Meier, was, because he had noted already that Meier had made an “interested” contact with the New Zealand buyer, Peter Summerfield, and was now in Summerfield’s suite, lying on his back at the foot of the bed, legs raised and spread, and Summerfield was crouched between his legs, hovering over him, and demonstrating that, though in his fifties, Summerfield was a big-cocked, very virile and vigorous man. The relationship between Fariba and Meier had become rocky, mostly because the young man had become a bit snitty with his man, and as long as Fariba was getting tail, he didn’t mind Meier being used by a guest.

And the hotel manager was getting tail. He took the far younger declared New Zealander, Reynolds, young, fit, handsome, blond, and blue-eyed, to his apartment on the fourth floor of the hotel’s middle wing, which had perhaps the best view of the Matterhorn from the hotel, and after some preliminary pretending that they were there to enjoy the view and share a beer, he had the young man naked, on his back, on a bearskin rug in front of a smoldering fireplace, and was doing pushups on the beautiful, young, willing, and rocking body, with his thin, but well-muscled frame.

Clutching the hotel manager’s undulating buttocks with his hands, moaning deeply, and whimpered, “Yes, yes, just like that. You’re such a stud,” Jeff Reynolds was taking cock from the Iranian just as the plan as specified he needed to do. It had been much easier than the plan had been assumed to be—as was his boss’s covering of the hotel manager’s bedpartner in one of the hotel suites.

In fact, all of the liaisons that had quickly developed and were being consummated were going well to Peter Summerfield’s overall plan.

Falling into the plan, as well, when Summerfield had totally fucked Luca Meier and pushed him off to the side of the bed to lie, belly down, with an arm dangling off of the side of the bed, smiling to himself and mumbling and blowing bubbles, was what ensued when he answered the suite door to admit the Italian, Matteo Caputo, and the Greek’s boytoy, Kabr Zeidan. Room was cleared on the bed for Summerfield to lie on his back, holding Zeidan stretched out on his body and skewered on his cock, while Caputo saddled up to Zeidan from behind and New Zealand and France fucked claimed Palestine in a double penetration skirmish.

Two aspects of “The Plan” were advanced during this afternoon playtime. As the hotel manager and Jeff Reynolds cooled off after sex, Reynolds, carefully not querying why so many of the hotel staffers, including Fariba, were Iranians, did query the hotel manager about the hotel itself. He asked quite a few questions about the hotel and its history so that the questions about the cave behind the hotel didn’t seem to be the focus, although they were.

“Yes, the cavern is large, but we just use the closest section of it now—to store our wines,” Fariba answered to one question and then, when the questioning continued, “Yes, yes, you may see it while you are here—the wine cellar. Open your legs to me as you just did, I will show you anything you want.”

Thereupon Reynolds opened his legs to the man and they fucked again.

Meanwhile, in Summerfield’s suite, the Italian, Caputo, had taken the reception desk clerk, Luca Meier, away to his own room for further one-on-one games while establishing Summerfield would fuck Meier again later, and Summerfield concentrated on the Greek’s boytoy.

“I know you aren’t Palestinian and I know that Christos Diakos doesn’t know that,” he said.

“What are you talking about?” Kabr Zeidan said. A look of fright floated across his face and he attempted to roll off the bed, but the larger, heavier Summerfield had him in a close embrace. His cock was still buried in the young man’s anal passage.

“You are Israeli. You are working for the Mossad, and you are spying on the Greek shipper for your country, keeping track of arms and other supplied to Mideast terrorist organizations. No, don’t bother to deny it. My country is working to the same purpose as the Israelis. We don’t want to expose you—but we will if you don’t cooperate with us—we just want you to supply us the same information you gather while living with Diakos that you are giving the Mossad—without letting the Mossad know.”

“Who are you? You aren’t a New Zealander, are you?”

“No. I run a unit of the CIA, and we have you by the shorthairs. You can work with us—by staying in place with the Greek—or we can expose you to him. We don’t have much time here, so don’t play coy with me. In or out? You won’t be hurting Israel by including us in whatever you find. But we don’t want Israel to know you are a double agent. In or out? Which is it?”

“I don’t really have a choice, do I?” Zeidan asked.

“No. In or out. And if you are in, I will be checking directly with you occasionally and I will be controlling you by fucking you.”

If anything, that helped Zeidan decide to become a double agent for the Americans—and Summerfield, whose real name was Sam Winterberry and who headed the Agency’s Candy Store Unit, collecting intelligence through sex, knew that he was dominating and mastering enough to keep control of his stable of agents this way.

And thus unfolded one—but not the only—operation at play by Sam Winterberry at the Hotel Riffleberg.

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The table occupancy was readjusted that evening. The three principals in the now-suspect arms transfer negotiations, the Russian supplier, Gennadi Ivanov; the supposedly New Zealand buyer, the allegedly Peter Summerfield; and the Greek shipper, Christos Diakos, were dining together—for the last time. The reception desk clerk, Lucas Meier, was sitting close by Summerfield, and the Frenchman, Alois Durand, was at Diakos’s side. Diakos’s wayward boytoy, Kabr Zeidan, was absent, as was Summerfield’s boyfriend, Jeff Reynolds, who was still in the hotel manager, Akhtar Fariba’s, apartment and bed, having lunch with him there and being devoured by Fariba.

The exchange of submissives between Fariba and Summerfield had gone smoothly.

The Iranian ski instructor, Farzin Ahmadi, and the German skier’s erstwhile boyfriend, Jonas Koch, were cooing at each other at another table. Ahmadi seemed completely smitten with Koch, which also was going to plan. Absent from the room were the German, French, and Italian skiers, Maximilian Bauer, Lyam Beaumont, and Matteo Caputo.

The Russian supplier’s two associates, Pavel Sokolov and Sergei Popov, had latched onto two of the Iranian researchers, Basir and Milad, and were dining with them in the staff’s dining area.

After lunch, the hotel manager and his newly found lover, Jeff Reynolds, showered and dressed, and Fariba, as promised, was showing the young, claimed New Zealander around the hotel, including into the cave into the Riffleberg Mountain at the back of the hotel. The cavern they entered, indeed, was being used as a vast wine cellar, but what Reynolds was really interested in was what was going on in the caverns behind that one. Before he could devise a way of finding out, a door at the rear opened and the third Iranian researcher, Naseem, came out, wearing a white lab coat and goggles.

He said something to Fariba in Farsi, which Reynolds, who, unknown to Fariba, spoke Farsi, heard Fariba addressed as “senior doctor,” and Fariba quickly sent the young man back into the rear cavern and shut the door—but not before Reynolds, who fully understood the world of chemical development, was able to discern that chemical research was under way in the back caverns under Riffleberg Mountain. This confirmed what intelligence analysts in Langley had already now surmised and had been the reason why Luca Meier was being exchanged with Jeff Reynolds.

At that point Fariba called off the tour of the hotel, saying he was unexpectedly needed elsewhere. This was fine with Reynolds, who needed to be elsewhere just then as well. Reynolds went back into the hotel, noting that Fariba went into the chemical lab behind the wine cellar.

That afternoon, while Jonas Koch kept Farzin Ahmadi occupied, the Russians kept two of the Iranian researchers distracted; the German, French, and Italian skiers completed their work on the “Swiss Exchange” operation; and the Greek shipper, sensing something was not as it should be here and finished with his dalliance with Durand and looking for his boytoy, Kabr Zeidan, prepared to leave the hotel, Sam Winterberry met with Zeidan and Reynolds in his suite to coordinate the exchange in the second of his espionage operations here.

“Luca was right,” Reynolds said, “I got a peek into that back cavern. The Iranians are doing chemical warfare research here, not nuclear.” Luca Meier had originally been salted here to determine what was going on, but he had a nuclear research background. When he reported it wasn’t nuclear, Winterberry’s operation became to substitute him with an agent with a different background. Reynolds’s background was chemical engineering. The exchange was necessary and it seemed to be working a charm.

Both operations went well. The Israeli agent following the Greek shipping magnates terrorism-support activities had been successfully suborned by the Americans, with Kabr Zeidan added to Winterberry’s stable of Candy Store Unit operatives, and now the exchange was being completed in Akhtar Fariba’s bed, the chemist Jeff Reynolds for the nuclear physicist Luca Meier.

“Fariba is, indeed, the chief scientist here,” Reynolds said. “I heard one of the Iranian researchers call him that. But it’s chemical warfare, not nuclear development, that he’s engaged in.”

“And he’s not the one in charge of what’s going on here,” Winterberry said. “We’re lucky that the supposed ski instructor, Farzin Ahmadi, is so randy. Jonas Koch is keeping him occupied nicely so that he doesn’t notice the meaning of the exchange in Fariba’s bedpartners. This was an expensive operation, requiring a lot of agents—the supposed Russians, Germans, Frenchmen, and Italian—but it was worth it in payoff in two operations. It’s time to wrap this up and pull out.”

“What will happen with the fake arms shipment operation?” Reynolds asked.

“With luck, we’ll wrap up one of the conduits of arms into terrorist hands,” Winterberry said. “And with any luck the Israelis will do that for us. The Greek thinks we’ve struck a deal. He thinks I’ve bought a shipment of arms from the Russians. They will be given over to him for shipment to Beirut through Crete on his ships, but the arms will be inoperable. The Israelis will be poised to intercept the ships, based on information given to both them and us by Kabr Zeidan, and they’ll close down that shipper and that route. They will be surprised that the arms don’t work, but they won’t care that they don’t and they will assign Kabr Zeidan to another Mossad operation that we then will have a look inside. All and all, a very satisfactory result.”

The evening at the Hotel Riffleberg was set off by a raucous happy two hours in the bar with two of the young hotel staffers dancing the poles in skimpy bikini bottoms and the remaining guests mingling and mixing with each other and with accommodating hotel employees. The Greek shipper, Christos Diakos, and his boytoy, Kabr Zeidan, had already checked out; the supposed New Zealander, Peter Summerfield, was in his suite fucking Luca Meier to bring him back into the CIA Candy Store fold; and the hotel manager/senior chemist Akhtar Fariba was fucking Jeff Reynolds in his apartment. But the rest were there in a tension-relieving party mood. The drama of the espionage operations that had been going on under the surface had been lifted. The operations had been successful.

Projecting the raucous evening on, and with Winterberry’s extensive crew still engaged in distracting the Iranian ski instructor/chemical research manager Farzin Ahmadi and the Iranian researchers from understanding they’d been had, the Russian, French, German, and Italian guests had happily taken Ahmadi up on the suggestion to retire to the spare suite, with its beckoning beds, along with the pole dancers and other rent-boy hotel staffers, to engage in an all-night orgy.

During the night, various guests withdrew from the party room. By morning, all of the Russians, Germans, French, and the Italian guests along with the supposed New Zealander, Summerfield, taking Luca Meier with him, had checked out and were filtering out of Switzerland.

When Summerfield departed the hotel, he turned at the entrance and smiled at and saluted Iman, the doorman, standing there, peering into the early-morning mists swirling around Riffleberg Mountain, his Kalashnikov at the ready. Iman, little knowing that Summerfield was laughing at him inside for dutifully looking for danger outside of the hotel when it had just been playing to a resolution behind the doorman’s back inside the hotel, saluted back, but he did not smile. His duty was clear to him—the results of the last two days not so much.

A bleary-eyed Jeff Reynolds arrived belatedly for breakfast in the dining room to encounter a somewhat bewildered but completely nonunderstanding hotel manager, Akhtar Fariba. The Iranian ski instructor, Farzin Ahmadi, who should have been maintaining awareness of what was happening in the hotel, was still abed in the spare suite with two of the Iranian researchers. He hadn’t noticed when the German, Jonas Koch, and left him and checked out with the German skier, Maximilian Bauer, his job of keeping Ahmadi distracted successfully accomplished.

“They’re gone. He’s gone with them,” Fariba said, as Reynolds sat at his table.

“Who’s gone?” Reyolds asked, fully aware of who had cleared out.

“Most of the guests. But one of my employees, Luca Meier, is gone as well. The man you came with, Peter Summerfield, is gone.”

“Summerfield is gone?” Reynolds asked, feigning concern. “Leaving me?”

“Apparently so. As Luca Meier has left me. Is it such a loss for you that your man has deserted you with my boyfriend?”

“That depends on how it affects you,” Reynolds asked. “I don’t mind the exchange if you aren’t going to desert me too?”

“Would you like a job on the reception desk here—the desk supervisor’s job? It’s open now. You would, of course, be housed in my apartment.”

“That sounds like a good plan,” Reynold answered with a smile. His smile meant so much more than Fariba realized, though. Two good plans had been executed right under the man’s nose and he hadn’t even realized the successful Swiss exchange that had been accomplished.

Nothing was ever really the same after that day in the van. Parker kept finding himself on the receiving end of my clumsy, idiotic, massive dumb quarterback cock. He was always so nice about it. He never once let me know that he was mad (and Im sure he was pissed), nor did he ever make me feel bad about it. Every time he just talked me through it, and we both did our best to make it go as quickly as possible. It happened over and over and over again. And each time, Parker knew exactly what to do to get us out of the predicament. We had figured out that if my cock ever entered a hole that it wasn’t supposed to, usually his poor mouth or ass, the quickest way to get it out was for me to cum. It made sense. My cock was not going to leave his tight hole until it wasn’t throbbing hard. No matter what I did, it would find its way back inside unless it shot a massive load down my best friend’s ass or throat.

Parker knew that too, we discussed it many times. He usually just let me fuck his face, or pound his tight hole. Every once in a while he would take over and do all the hard work. That’s how I knew he was such a great best friend. I’m sure he just hated having to do that, but he did it without complaint every time. Parker worked his hardest to end our predicament whenever it happened. And oh boy did it happen often. 

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A perfect example of this was actually just a few weeks after that crazy van incident. I woke up to a wild surprise while in a hotel room before a huge game against our bitter rival. Me and Parker were always hotel mates during these road trips, Parker made sure of it! In fact a lot of these issues unfortunately happened in these hotel rooms. On this particular day, when I woke up I immediately saw that down under my covers was Parker, his mouth was wrapped around my huge cock! I couldn’t believe it. Was I dreaming? How did this even happen? He must have gotten stuck down there by accident. There must have been a reason this was happening. 

That’s when it hit me. Parker must have been giving me a leg massage after our rough practice the night before, and while he was down there, my cock must have thrust itself deep down Parker’s tight throat. I couldn’t believe it, I was so embarrassed! He was working my cock so good. Every inch of my 10 inch monster was pounding the back of his throat. My hips were grinding against his pretty face without me even knowing.  He must have wanted me to cum so bad, just to end this incredibly embarrassing situation. Parker’s hands were rubbing up and down my shredded six pack while he did it. I wonder how he knew that playing with my abs would make me cum faster? He is so smart. 

“Dude I am so fucking sorry… this is such an embarrasment.” I gasped as he was sucking away and my horse cock. “I can tell you were just trying to help me with my sore legs, but my gigantic dick had a mind of its own!” Parker looked up at me with tears forming in his eyes and a slight grin forming on his face. My cock was so massive that it was making him cry, but he was such a good friend that he still had a smile on his face, just to make me feel better! Parker truly is the best friend a 18 year old star quarterback could ask for. 

Parker mumbled something as it was all happening, but I couldn’t tell what he was saying. All I know is that he was desperately trying to get my rock hard, throbbing, monster cock to cum so he could remove it from his tight mouth. He was trying so hard that it almost sounded like he was moaning. Parker’s hands continued to explore my muscles. After playing with my ripped abs for a while, he moved up to my massive pecs. He squeezed them, pushed them together, pulled at them, and pinched my nipples until they seemed like they were getting even more muscular. The feeling was crazy good. Parker is like a genius when it comes to getting my cock to unload. He is so smart. 

“Dude you are so good at this, I’m so lucky to have a friend like you.” I moaned. Parker had me so close to cumming. “You know exactly how to end this terrible situation without making it weird!” 

Just then, Parker’s hand reached around my back and spread apart my two round muscular ass cheeks. He slid one finger into my tight hole. I had never felt anything like it. Parker’s finger dove deep into my hole, and with a purpose. It’s like he knew exactly where he needed to go. His touch sent a jolt through my body, and directly into my massive hard cock. He was finally about to accomplish what he had been working so hard to do. 

“What the fuck” I moaned. I couldn’t believe what I was feeling. It was like Parker had found my secret cum button. After just two pokes with one finger inside my ass, cum was shooting down Parker’s throat. Shot after shot. My cock throbbed against his tongue with every pulse of cum. I must have sent a gallon of cum into Parker’s stomach. I couldn’t help but let out a massive moan. Fuck. 

Parker had just made me cum down his throat. He was such a good friend. I couldn’t believe my cock shoved itself into his mouth, and not only was he not mad, but he was willing to help me get it out! 

“Oh my god dude i can’t believe my cock got stuck in your throat.” I sighed. “I’m assuming you were just giving my legs a nice massage after that insane practice yesterday, and then while you were doing that my gigantic horse cock somehow shoved itself inside your mouth.” I explained as Parker wiped tears from his eyes. Poor guy. 

Parker looked at me with an astonished look on his face. Like he couldn’t believe I had put it all together. “Oh. Uhhh. Yeah that’s right. How did you figure that out?” Parker smirked as he traced my v line with his finger. 

“See, he’s not the only smart one on the team.” I thought. 

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That night we had our biggest game yet. It was against our school’s arch rivals. They were always really good. And this year they were led by my main competition for Mr. Football in the state. His name is Chris, and everyone says we are just alike. That’s because we both play quarterback, we both perfected our bodies to make them optimal for football, and let’s just say we both are much more respected for our athletic prowess than our academic successes. 

The night of the game was absolutely insane. It was raining all day and the field was a mess. Coach made us all wear the tightest jerseys we had. He said it would be tougher for the other team to grab us with how slippery it was, if we had tight jerseys on. Who was I to question my coach? 

Coach was always helping out his players. He really was the best coach anyone could ask for. And this was no different. He made sure that the tight jerseys were all put on properly. He paid special attention to my uniform. I guess because I was the star quarterback, I needed to have my jersey the tightest of anyone. Coach told me to sit at my locker, and he would pick out the perfect jersey and perfect pants for this really important game. 

According to coach, he was a pretty good player when he was in high school and college. And wow was he built like it. Coach was everything I wanted to be when I got older. Big huge muscles, a hairy chest, massive thighs, gigantic pecs that stuck out of the tank top he always wore around the locker room. He really did fill that tank out perfectly. For a guy of course. His arms were huge and they always seemed like they were slightly flexing, Coach was probably in his early forties at this point, but he still took amazing care of himself. I guess he felt like he needed to set a good example for us. 

A couple minutes later, coach returned with what looked like an extra small jersey and an even smaller pair of football pants. “Nolan, these are gonna do the trick. They are going to be skin tight. No one on that other team will be able to touch you!” Coach exclaimed. He really had thought all this true. I guess that’s why he is such a good coach. Coach tossed the two items to me, and watched me as I stripped out of my warmups. His face got a little red, he must have been slightly embarrassed having to watch his quarterback get naked. 

But thank god he was there. As I started to pull the jersey over my head, I could feel it getting stuck. The jersey was barely fitting over my big jock pecs. I guess i wasn’t going to be wearing pads today!  Coach ran over to me, grabbed the bottom of my jersey, and pulled as hard as he could just to get it over my chest. He must have wanted leverage, because he ended up grabbing my bubble butt with one hand as he pulled down on the jersey hard. In an instant the jersey came crashing down off my pecs, and coach couldn’t stop his hand fast enough. Without even realizing it, coach’s hand fell off the jersey and grabbed right onto my big huge quarterback cock. I say that he didn’t realize because there was no other explanation as to why his hand stayed there for at least 10 seconds. He had to have been thinking that he was still holding onto my jersey.

Next was the pants. I had never seen football pants that small.  How was this even going to work? Coach clearly had the same concern, because before I even knew it, coach was on his knees with the pants in his hands. “I’m just gonna help you put these on myself.” coach whispered. 

Coach pulled my sweat pants off my legs himself. Then he started sliding the pants up my calves. The big issue occurred when it came to my tree trunk thighs. Coach needed to use all his strength to get the pants up past the thighs and to my waist. Coach decided to rotate me around so he could tackle this assignment from my backside. My ass was clearly the part of my body he felt was the sturdiest, because he again used my big huge muscle ass for leverage. With one hand he held on tight to my ass, and with another, he pulled straight up on the pants. After a few tugs the pants were finally around my waist. They were so tight, it was almost like a second skin. 

Coach took a step back, gave me a few glances up and down, and stated “Oh no, Im seeing an issue. Parker there is something going on in your pants. Right up front in the groin. You aren’t going to be aerodynamic enough. Come here, let me fix it.” I shuffled over to coach and let him do what he needed to do. He was such a good coach. Unfortunately I don’t think coach understood what he was messing with. 

Coach, now back on his knees, started rubbing my groin area, which based on my generous size, was almost entirely my massive cock. He kept rubbing it, grabbing it, pushing it, pulling it. At one point he was clearly trying to get close enough to figure out what was causing the issue, because I could feel his warm breath on the tip of my cock. Coach was trying so hard to make me more aerodynamic, that he didn’t even realize he was playing with my big huge quarterback cock. To my embarrassment, all these adjustments were starting to wake the monster in my pants up. Thankfully I don’t think coach even realized. He was rubbing my big long shaft up and down inside the pants, getting it harder and harder, and he just kept on going about his business like nothing was wrong. 

After about 5 minutes of playing, coach let out a huge sigh (or maybe a moan?), stood up, and started walking to his office. I guess I was finally aerodynamic enough to play in the game. 

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The game went as expected. The field was very wet, and the constant rain was not helping our traction. Luckily for me, coach made sure my uniform fit like a second skin. Everything was tight to my skin and pads. There was no wasted space. Everyone in the crowd was staring at our team and me specifically, I guess they were really impressed with the uniform selection and how aerodynamic we were. I even overheard some fans saying “God coach never disappoints, he knows exactly what we came to see.” Clearly, everyone was excited to see an riveting, speedy, fast-paced game. 

After warm ups, i looked up and saw him. It was my biggest rival, my biggest competition, Chris. The opposing team’s quarterback, and the favorite of every single girl in the stands. He looked like a movie star. Big muscles, longish blonde hair, a chiseled jawline, and it was clear that he’s never once skipped leg day. His ass could only be described as the perfect muscle bubble. It was even more muscular and bigger than Parker’s. As soon as i looked at chris, he made eye contact with me, and came running over to me. We bro hugged and he slapped my ass, I did the same to him. We exchanged a couple “good luck”, but we clearly didn’t mean it. This game was the biggest of the season, and it meant war. As we went our separate ways, Chris jogged back to his sideline. As he did this, I noticed that there was a hole torn into the center of the butt of his pants. His fat ass was pressed against the hole and was straining the fabric, desperate to burst out.  I wanted to say something, but it was too late. As he jogged past his teammates, they all laughed and high-fived each other. They must have been so excited about the game and their star quarterback, that he was a walking wardrobe malfunction. 

 The game was a thriller. Each team traded touchdowns as the quarterbacks excited the crowds with fantastic plays. The rain continued to fall, but thanks to coach, we were not slowed down. During the fourth quarter, we were down by 5. We needed a touchdown, and coach called the trick play we had been practicing all year. I was going to fake the handoff to the running back, shovel it backwards to the fullback, run out wide, and catch a pass from the fullback for a touchdown. The play was working perfectly, I had executed the fake and the pitch exactly how I needed to. I sprinted out to the right, turned around, caught a perfect pass, and was headed into the endzone. The only person who could stop me was the safety. He attempted to tackle me, but I was powering through. We were at the 1 yard line and I was fighting like hell. The safety grabbed my thighs to try and stop me, but all he could do was grasp the fabric of my extremely tight pants. When he did that, the most embarrassing thing happened. My pants split right down the middle and my gigantic horse cock came flopping out. 

The crowd went silent, but I kept pushing. The safety fell off along with my pants. And I stretched out to try and cross the line before my pants inevitably tripped me up. Just before getting tripped up I crossed into the endzone, rapidly hardening cock first, and scored the touchdown as time expired. The crowd went absolutely crazy. I had never heard a cheer like that. My cock was standing at attention and all my teammates gave it a playful tug as we celebrated. It was the best feeling in the world, we had won the game, and not even losing my pants could ruin it. After the celebration was over, it was time to shake hands with the opposing team. I immediately wanted to shake Chris’s hand and congratulate him on the great game. 

Apparently Chris had the same idea as me. He came running in my direction and just as we were about to meet, I hit a particularly wet patch of grass and slipped directly onto my back. I slid right at Chris’s feet and he fell, face first, into my exposed lap. My giant cock had gotten fully hard during the celebration and I didn’t even realize it. Unfortunately for Chris, his mouth fell directly onto my cock and he inhaled all 10 inches. It was so deep that I think Chris’s brain could not comprehend what was happening. I swear he was sucking on it for a half a second, before realizing what was going on and pushing himself off. 

Chris got off and stood up first. I was a little off balance and when I tried standing up I almost fell, I caught myself on the back of Chris’s pants and unfortunately, my hand found the hole that I noticed before the game (it had gotten even bigger after the long hard game we had just taken part in). My fingers dove straight into Chris’s tight muscle hole. Chris let out a massive moan as my index finger flicked inside the dumb quaterback’s hole. It was such a muscular ass that it swallowed my fingers and would not let them go. The only way his muscle ass would let my hand go is after I moved my fingers back and forth about 10 times, loosening the hole’s grip. Chris was clearly trying to get him to let my hand go as well. His hips were bucking back and forth at the same rhythm as my hand movements. Finally Chris’s tight asshole released my hand. Christ was clearly so embarrassed. 

“I’m so sorry dude! My ass has a habit of eating things up. At least this time it wasn’t one of my teammates’ big cocks! This is the most embarrassing moment of my entire life. It’s not your fault at all.” Chris’s face was bright red, and all he could do was run to his locker room. 

I felt terrible. He should not feel bad about what happened. It was all my fault. I decided that I needed to go talk to him and explain why none of this was his fault and why he should not feel bad at all. With that thought I ran back to my locker room. The plan was to celebrate with the team for a bit, then run to Chris’s locker room and have a nice long chat. 

About an hour after the game, we had finally finished celebrating. I decided now would be a great time to go check on Chris. I walked through the tunnels between the locker rooms and it was pretty empty. I don’t think I saw anyone from Chris’s team still there. It was seeming less and less likely that Chris was still in the locker room. I almost turned around. It was getting late and no one was around. It was cold on my still naked body (why didn’t I put on any clothes?) But something told me that I needed to check the locker room just to make sure. 

I opened the door to the locker room and immediately heard some sort of grunting. It sounded like someone was in the middle of an intense workout. I peered around the corner, into the area where all the players get dressed for the games, and what I saw completely shocked me. There, right in front of my eyes was someone on all fours with both hands grasping their ass. As I moved closer, I realized the ass that was being grabbed could only belong to one person, Chris! 

“Oh my god, Chris, what is going on?” I yelled. Chris’s entire body jumped up, I must have startled him. 

“Nolan! I’m trying to see if I will be able to fix this stupid hole in my pants. My Dad says I tear my football pants way too much and he’s going to stop paying for them soon. So I just want to see if these can be fixed before I tell him that they ripped again.” Chris explained as he still sat there with his back arched and massive ass flexed like nothing I had ever seen before. I guess that did make perfect sense. 

“Oh wow Chris, I didn’t realize this was such an issue for you.” I exclaimed. “Here, why don’t I help you check it out.”  I then got on my knees right behind Chris. He was still on his hands and knees.  I immediately started pulling at the fabric on both sides, trying my hardest to get pants to fully cover Chris’s massive muscle ass. But no matter how hard I pulled, it just wouldn’t happen. I was about to give up, but I decided to give it one last pull. I put all my strength into pulling on both sides of Chris’s pants. I really should have thought it through. Because next thing I knew Chris’s entire body was falling backward. It was like watching in slow motion. His fully exposed ass was heading directly toward my giant exposed horse cock, that was rock hard for some reason. I got a perfect view of Chris’s tight asshole as he fell backwards. It was tight and pink, completely compressed by the insane amount of muscle surrounding it. It was even more beautiful than Parker’s, which was saying something. There was nothing I could do but watch in horror as Chris’s tight muscle asshole was perfectly penetrated by my 10 inch monster. 

“Oh fuck no.” I moaned. “Not again!” 

“What do you mean not again?” Chris questioned, his eyes rolling back in his head.

“This happens with my best bud Parker all the time. Its so embarrassing every single time… Fuckkkk… Anyways I always have to fucking pound his tight little asshole until I am able to cum and get soft. So unfortunately for you Chris, Im gonna have to fuck the shit out of your perfect little muscle hole until I can cum. Got its sooo tight. Oh my god. Anyways, I am so sorry and hopefully this ends sooner rather than later.” I was furiously trying to explain the situation to Chris, hoping that he wouldn’t be too mad. 

“I’m so relieved to hear that.” Chris sighed. Umm what? Why would he say that I thought to myself. “This literally happens to me all the time as well. God fucking damn. I’m always caught in situations just like this one. And with pretty much every single player on my team. It’s the most insane thing ever. Each teammate with their gigantic jock cock, have found themselves violently fucking my tight hole. Fuck you’re so fucking deep inside me. Its always my fault because my ass is so fat that it seems to just swallow my big muscular teammates cocks up like it’s hungry for them. I don’t know how to stop it. Every time I bend over in the locker room something happens and someone’s jumbo cock gets lodged up inside me. Nolan yours is so fucking big fuckkkk. They always call me an idiot and tell me ‘great Chris, now i gotta fuck you senseless with my huge cock. This is all your fault!’” 

It was shocking to me how similar our situations are. Who knew that jock’s with big cocks and big asses would get stuck in these compromising situations. I kept fucking Chris’s ass like I have with Parker on so many occasions. Deep long strokes. And with each stroke Chris moaned as my hips clapped against his fat ass. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me again. All because my cock was so gigantic and i’m so clumsy. 

“Fuck dude you gotta fuck me harder and faster. Get so deep inside me. Fuck Nolan. Get deeper in there. Go HARDER. Go FASTER. Please Nolan I need you to fuck me sensless so you can cum deep inside me tight hole. We need to do it fast so no one walks in and gets the wrong idea.” Chris was talking deep but fast. Clearly wanting this whole terrible experience to be over. 

I decided to do exactly what Chris asked me to do. I increased my speed and went as hard as I possibly could. Each and every stroke was deep inside his tight hole. Each and every stroke was met with a moan from Chris. Something about the way he moaned my name as i fucked him with my gigantic 10 inch horse cock made my cock even harder and stretched his tight jock hole even further. 

Each thrust was more powerful. I wanted to cum so bad. I needed to get my cock out of his ass as soon as humanly possible. And the only way i could make that happen was to dump a gallon of cum inside Chris’s poor ass. 

“Oh my god Chris get ready this is going to be a huge load. Fuck Chris your hole is so tight. Fuck fuck fuck. Im about to shoot Chris. Get ready, then this unfortunate nightmare will finally be over. It feels so fucking good. Fuck Chris, that big fat jock ass is so perfect, you’re making me CUMMM.” and with that my jumbo cock shot load after load deep inside Chris’s jock ass. After what seemed like five minutes of cumming, my softening cock flopped out of Chris’s ass. 

“God Nolan, that was insane, you definitely showed your experience getting yourself unstuck from these situations. You knew exactly what to do to end this embarrassing situation. Thank you so much Nolan. Im such a clumsy mess. Hopefully you don’t hate me too much.” Chris said. 

“Thats exactly why I came here in the first place Chris! Its not your fault at all, I was the problem, and I caused all the issues. Out on the field and in here. I was the one that got my cock stuck in your ass all because I pulled on your pants too hard. This was all my fault and I am sorry!” I felt terrible that he was still blaming himself. 

“Maybe we both deserve a little blame. Anyways, thanks for all the help. It just really sucks that these pants aren’t salvageable. I’m gonna have to get new ones.” I think Chris was going to need specially designed pants for that gigantic ass of his. 

“Thanks Chris. And best of luck for the rest of the season. I’m sure we will see each other at the Mr. Football award ceremony. But until then, you should text me whenever you want!” I then grabbed his phone and added my number to his contacts. I gave Chris a hug, a  slap on the ass, and went back to the locker room. 

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When i finally got home late that night, I checked my phone and saw the following message: 

“Hey Nolan, Chris here. I know we’re rivals but thanks for doing me a solid tonight and trying to help with the pants. I guess it’s no good and they’re ruined forever, but Coach said I shouldn’t worry, he’ll get me new ones. So I don’t need to tell Dad about this one, I swear to you he is pissed about so many of my pants ripping on my behind because of this big jock ass of mine. He even threw all of my underwear away saying from now on I should just wear only jockstraps, can you believe it? Anyway, sorry about the rant. Peace dude, and don’t forget, next time I’m beating your ass on the field. Chris”

Under the message was a picture. It showed Chris still in the locker room, on all fours, smiling, but unfortunately his pants were still torn, only this time his hole was red and raw, cum dripping out of his hole and onto the floor. 

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For those that haven’t visited my twitter or know me, I’m Jessica AKA Jester, I am tall, fit, tan and I Crossdress very often and pass in public. This is a true story, as all mine are, of a hot encounter I just have to share. Buckle up babes:)

A couple months ago I attended a drag queen show at a bar in Memphis. I usually go with some friends but decided to go alone this time, I actually was wanting to have some fun but there really wasn’t anything that interested me there this night. I dressed in a very tight black shirt that revealed my pierced nipples, tight pair of red and yellow checkered patterned pants and black heels with my nails painted white. Blonde straight wig and my occasional jewelry. Around 10:30 I decided to leave. Luckily i didn’t have much to drink, one drink to be exact in which this will make perfect sense shortly. 

While driving home I became extremely horny, like out of nowhere bang horny!! When this happens I lose control and just want sex! Traveling down the highway I pulled into a rest area, couldn’t make it home haha. I pulled into the parking lot and it was pitch black. I was the only car in site so I backed into a spot and pulled my tight pants down my long smooth legs. I was wearing underneath my pants, black stockings with a black garter and  pink panties. I dressed for sex this night cause that’s what I intended on doing. I hoped in the back seat with my legs spread and my feet on the center console. I began stroking my long shaved cock for several minutes. It was feeling so good I began to moan and fantasizing about a cute guy fuckn me to the rhythm of the music I had playing. All a sudden I saw headlights pulling into the rest area and coming down the hill towards me. I stopped stroking my cock and became fixated on what the car was going to do. I was hoping it would continue past me because my hard dick needed attention. The vehicle slowed down the closer it got till Bang!! A spotlight shined on my car, it was a fuckn cop! I jumped to the front seat trying to get my pants on but was unable to complete that task as the officer was at my door shining his flashlight. Confident he didn’t see anything due to my windows being very dark.

The Officer asked me “What are you doing back here”. I thought of a quick lie and told him I was having a very bad day and just wanted to clear my head for a bit. He said “in a rest area by yourself at 11:00 PM?” Hell I didn’t know what to say so I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders. At this time I had my balled with pants in my lap covering myself as my dick was very limp at this point. He asked me for my identification as I provided it to him, I told him the picture on my license doesn’t look like me tonight as he replied “I see”. I’m not a freak that has sex at rest areas I swear but I just couldn’t resist it this night and damn I got caught! He asked me if anything illegal was in the vehicle as he checked  me for warrants. He asked if he could search my vehicle and I told him yes he could. He asked me to step out as I looked at him and replied”Sir I’m not exactly dressed appropriately for the public” He told me I could just step to the rear of the car and that he wouldn’t look. So I did what he asked me to do as he watched my long smooth stocking legs as I exited the car. I walked to the rear as he began to search my car, my car is spotless as I keep it clean and I do not use any type of illegal drugs so the search was quick. He called me by my stupid government name and handed my drivers license back to me. He told me to be safe and told me this rest area is a nuisance. I swore to him that I was unaware of that and that I will be leaving right behind him.

As I was getting in my car, the officer, which was a well built black man with tattoos on his forearms asked me if I was doing anything for the rest of the night and advised me that he gets off at midnight, which was 25 minutes away at this point. I said that I intended on going home but asked him what does he have in mind. I was super attracted to this man and my heart started to beat harder as I was thinking to myself, damn this officer that just almost caught me masterbating and searched my vehicle now wants to fuck me haha. The Officer said that if I will meet him after he gets off we could hang out and just chill at his place so I said I would meet him. He then said he will meet me at Taco Bell parking lot and that I could just follow him to his place, 12:12 the Officer pulls into the parking lot and said”Hey follow me”. By this time I’d already freshened up and of course put my pants back on. As he drove off I started to think about all those blacked porn videos I watched and I was so horny knowing I was about to get blacked.  We drove a short distance to his house which was a very cute little house in town. We walked inside and it was very clear he was indeed single and lived like a bachelor. He told me he was gonna change out of his uniform as I said”no I like the uniform keep it on” he laughed as I was sure shooting my game at him. He then asked me “how much do you like it”, I said come here and find out. See I was raised unfortunately in a family to where dating other races was kinda forbidden. I have never been with a black man but have watched tons of black guys fuckn women porn and have been turned on by the idea for quite some time. He walked towards me and slightly kissed my lips. Heart pounding I was thinking, gosh I’m about to get blacked! So horny I could feel my cock getting hard again. He pulled me close to him and locked lips squeezing my ass cheeks with both hands. After making out for several minutes we were tongue kissing and my dick was hard and throbbing for this man. I then dropped to my knees and slowly began to unbutton his pants. I could feel his massive dick as I unzipped his pants. All at once the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in person sprang out. I said”OMFG and laughed”. He laughed as well until I started kissing his shaved balls as his dick was poking my forehead. I began to lick his cock up and down while massaging his balls with my hands. This went on for several minutes as the horny set in again like it did on the drive home. I began to kiss the head of his cock as he said good girl, so fuckn turned on I took his dick all the way to the back of my throat as he moaned and said “oh damn baby girl”. I continued to suck this big beautiful cock as I made it sloppy wet from saliva, I swear I truly believe I give the best head in the world. Sucking and licking his balls back and forth he would pull his dick out of my mouth and slap my jaws with it as I would laugh and take it back in my mouth. He then stood me up and leaned me over his couch as he started tongue fucking my ass, it felt amazing as my cock was rock hard and swollen bigger than I think it’s ever been. He continued to lick and kiss my ass till I finally told him to fuck me. His dick still soaking wet from my mouth was dangling against my butthole as he guided it to my ass. I could feel him slowly pressing it against my tight wet hole and I was very nervous it would hurt. He said “I will take it slow and easy baby”, I said”screw that I want you to fuck the shit out of me”. What the fuck was I thinking? I then felt his cock enter me as I squealed. It hurt and felt good at the same time. He started to pound my girly ass as it began to feel amazing, I was moaning so loud and telling him how amazing his dick felt. I felt just like them beautiful girls in porn with a huge black cock in my ass. I was moving my ass around fuckn him back as he continued to fuck me. He told me to lean up as he put his big forearms around my neck and began kissing my neck while fuckn me. Gosh it felt so good I wanted to cry. I was telling him please don’t stop, it was the best feeling I’ve ever felt in my life. He began to nibble on my ears and tell me how sexy I was and telling me how good I was at taking his dick while he started to play with my pierced nipples. I couldn’t take it anymore, I began to shake, moan and cry(for whatever reason), it just felt so good my emotions came out. I told him “ Oh my God baby ur gonna make me cum” he said cum for daddy baby. I started cumming as he continued to fuck the life out of me. I started shaking again as I was blacking out, I was cumming so hard I couldn’t catch my breath as I was silent. Shooting my load everywhere I was 100 percent sure I’ve never orgasmed like that. When my breath did come back I moaned so different and loudly than ever. I was in absolute ecstasy. Shortly after I emptied my balls all over his couch he said “Fuck I’m about to blow baby where do you want it”. I quickly pulled his dick from my worn out butthole and placed his gigantic throbbing dick in my mouth and swallowed every drop besides a good bit that leaked out on my cheeks and chin. We both collapsed and just caught our breaths. It was by far my best fuck ever! I knew at no point would I want another white boy. This black guy fucked me and turned me black all the way. We exchanged phone numbers and agreed we’d do this again. Well as time past we did indeed do it again. We have been dating for 6 months and fuckn him is what I live for. I was born to submit to this man’s black cock. I simply cannot get enough of his dick and he calls me snow bunny:). I post pics of his cock on twitter sometimes but not of him due to his job. Due to me loving his dick so much I came out to my family and told them my BF is black. It wasn’t easy but they have accepted it. I don’t think they like it but acceptance is great cause I wasn’t gonna be able to hide this man. 

Chapter Three

Settling Scores

Round Three

Officer Bill Davenport took several minutes to recover.  He was furious at himself for allowing the cocky Latino bodybuilder to body scissor, choke and ball claw him into submission.  He was much larger and he thought stronger than the teen, but the kid had wrestling experience and round two showed it.

Davenport also couldn’t stop thinking about the tenting white poser looming above him as Cortez flexed in victory.  He knew that cock all too well.  He had taken it—all 11” inches, doggy style, after the tag team match.  But tonight would be his night, he was sure.  Big Bill would defeat and deflower Cortez.

When he finally stood up, there was Luis Cortez smirking with his hand inside his poser stroking his monster.  “Puta, ready for round three?” the teen asked.  “You’re going down, punk!” the officer exclaimed, trying to project confidence despite being taken to school in round two.  “Yeah, right, Cabron,” Luis sneered, “Maybe we should wrestle naked.  Save us a step later,” he added.

Bill felt his 9.5” cut cock swelling at that thought.  Slowly, Luis pulled down the side of his white poser.  As he did, his dusting of black pubic hair came into view first, then the root of his thick cock.  He pushed the poser lower and his hard cock bounced upwards.  Bill’s eyes widened.  Cortez’s fat head had pushed past his foreskin.  It was almost a shade of purple, engorged with blood.

Davenport cupped his crotch then pulled down his dark blue Speedo.  His cropped black pubic hair appeared first and then his big cock with its mushroom head sprung free.  He was semi-hard but getting harder by the second.  The sight of the Latino bodybuilder’s massive dick was hot as fuck.  Big Bill grabbed the base of his black cock and pointed the head towards Cortez.  “Want to get on your knees now?” he said, regaining some of his swagger.

“Puta, you wish!” Cortez responded.  He began to circle the bigger man, his stiff cock undulating as he did.  “C’mon Cabron, let me show you a bueno time!” Cortez said, almost seductively, “You know it’s what you want, polla cucker.”  Bill let his hand slide up to his door knob of a cock head.  He felt his moist arousal at the tip.  Soon, he thought, he’d bury his BBC inside the incorrigible teen’s hole.  He let go of the head, raised his arms, and began to circle the mats.

Once again, as they got close, Luis dived low, aiming to tackle Big Bill in a repeat of round two.  But Davenport quickly jumped backwards and Cortez fell in a heap at his feet.  Big Bill immediately moved around so he stood over the teen’s broad back.  He reached down and wrapped his arms around Luis’s mid-torso and yanked him upwards.  Then Davenport lifted the 6’1” 200 pound Cortez off his feet as he squeezed hard in a REVERSE BEAR HUG.  “Nnnggghhh!!!” grunted the Latino bodybuilder as Big Bill held him tightly.

The officer’s hard 9.5” cock almost nestled in Luis’s crack as the teen bodybuilder’s stiff 11” cock bounced up and down and dripped pre-cum onto the wrestling mats.  “How does that feel?” Bill hissed into Cortez’s ear and squeezed hard.  Luis’s arms waved above his head then tried to pry off the officer’s hands.  The grip was so strong that Cortez couldn’t get a decent breath.  

Suddenly, Davenport let go of the reverse bear bug but before Luis could crumple to the mats, the officer slid his arms through the teen’s armpits and locked on a FULL NELSON.  “Uuuugggghhhhh!!!” groaned Cortez in anguish.  Big Bill had the teen locked in and his big cock now slid into the bodybuilder’s ass crack. 

Davenport had seen wrestling videos where the alpha would top his jobber in this very position.  He pressed his manhood against Luis’s body, hoping his mushroom head might actually bump into the teen’s pucker.

“Say the word, Bitch!” Bill demanded, then began to shake Luis right and left while maintaining the Full Nelson.  “No fucking way, puta!” exclaimed Cortez but the shaking and pressure of the hold was beginning to take its toll.  Davenport shook even harder.  He sensed Cortez’s strength was being drained.  He could see that the bodybuilder’s legs were beginning to wobble.  He let up slightly on the pressure on Luis’s neck and the kid stumbled to one knee then the other. 

Bill went with him but kept his Full Nelson locked on.  He kept shaking the Latino teen right and left as Luis grunted and groaned.  “Submit Bitch or you’re going out!” commanded the black officer.  “Puta, puta,” the teen mumbled in Big Bill’s grasp but it was the most half-hearted of taunts. 

Bill sensed the teen had been sapped of his energy.  Cortez’s head drooped forward.  His body went limp.  Davenport grinned and let go.  The Latino bodybuilder pitched forward and FACE PLANTED on the mats.  SPLAT!  His legs trembled reflexively but the rest of his muscled body was motionless.  

“Fuck yeah!” shouted Big Bill, “You’re fucking all mine now, boy!”  He shook his hard cock and let droplets of pre-cum sprinkle onto Luis’s creamy walnut ass.  “Time to pay up, punk!” the officer announced. 

Rising from the mats, he kicked Cortez onto his back then straddled his chest.  As Luis’s eyes fluttered open, he was treated to the sight of Davenport double bi-flexing above him as his hard 9.5” cock jutted upward.  Luis’s cock had softened somewhat but now twitched at the commanding sight of Big Bill acting all Alpha above him.

After a few more seconds of posing, Bill reached forward and grabbed Cortez’s curly black hair.  He dragged the formerly cocky teen to his feet then wrapped his left arm around Luis’s neck pulling him into a tight SIDE HEAD LOCK.  Davenport half dragged Cortez over the queen bed. 

Maintaining his side head lock, the officer sat down on the edge of the bed with Luis’s face at his left side.  The officer’s thick black cock stood straight up, with the head rising above his navel.

(To be continued.)

Chp 8:- Lust is to make the happiness or to way for Sin

When I was started to coming in the age of teenage my vision of looking people is totally different from others, especially men, my innocent mind started to filled up with lust, I was unaware of the process but, my attraction towards men knocks to my mind every day to my life.

Yeah! I love men.

And one day, in a public day, one guy was holding his dick with a golden shower, his hand’s action just addressed me to come near me, he hold my hand and put it into his dick and then, hold my face and open his mouth, and put it into mine, I didn’t resist, everything was new to me, with every minute it grows on me, our tongues just playing with each others and then, he took my face to his teenage dick which was huge in that age also, hold my mouth and put into it, I was scared to take it but, While looking into his face, the pleasure was looking into his eyes, the trust which built between both of our eyes, Which gave me courage to take that dick, to take deep inside, with every beat of his moan, while he was moving his dick to my mouth and the gagging and slapping sounds created a music which was specially appealing and then, he put his dick in deeper, my eyes becomes big, something was just coming out of it which was sweet and bitter at the same time, I drank it like a juice and hold his dick like a bottle.

He was happy, our mouths Again cover each other, he had such a Romantic essence to his love making.

That day, my lust for men and My love for that guy blossoms.

Ronnie was thinking in his mind and then, looks towards sanjay who was looking sad and thinks,…

But, what about my heart? You knocked on my heart’s door sanjay.

I love you, Sanjay ❤️

From the day When I looked you Sanjay, you remind of that guy, who was innocent like you now you are, who was my first love but, now my worst nightmare, my life destroyer, my master, Manoj.

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The raunak’s operation takes whole night with fucking session of Sanjay.

Manoj was sleeping due to the whole night of fucking session.

Ronnie looks towards Sanjay and thinks he need to release the load, so he run towards Sanjay’s Cage and open it.

Sorry for what I am going to do, Ronnie said to Sanjay.

Ronnie takes Sanjay’s Dick inside his mouth.

Why the fuck did you are sucking my dick? Stop! Sanjay angrily asked.

Ronnie with gagging voice said, ” hold on”.

I followed only Manoj instruction due to certain reasons but, Why are you doing this? Is Manoj told you to do that? Give me answer? Sanjay asked.

But, Ronnie just ignore it and continue sucking, Sanjay was very low and drowsy at the moment to stop or to protest.

But, he started to feel the lips of Ronnie in his dick,the way he was sucking the dick, he can’t hold that, his dick was already tight and hard but, there is something a different sensation, he was feeling, due to the whole night of fucking session, Sanjay feels emptyness in his ass, looking at Ronnie, he was kind loose his control and his lust taken over him.

And Within a minutes, Sanjay with full force cumming inside Ronnie’s mouth, the load is too huge because of the effects of Viagra and he holds the cum for many hours. They both are moaning heavily.

Ronnie gives the answer to his question,

You tension create on the dick, need to be released. I don’t think soo, master will say anything to do which is profitable to you. I just came here to help you.

Sanjay was feeling very mixed emotions, the lust, shame, pain, relief at the same time.

Ronnie lock the cage and said ” Take it, it’s a spare key of the cage, whenever you want, you can open it and remember hide this key first and can’t tell manoj about it.

Sanjay takes the key and put it inside his pocket.

Ronnie! Is Raunak Alright? Please tell me! Sanjay asked.

Don’t worry! The operation is successful but, he still doesn’t gain the consciousness, he is under observation but, he needs to gain the consciousness within 24 hours, if, he is not then, it may cause a serious issue, Ronnie said.

He will open his eyes for me, I have a strong believe, and When he will open his eyes, I will tell him, how much I love him, Sanjay said in emotional sense.

Yeah! He will, Ronnie said while exploring his concern towards Sanjay.

Can I meet Raunak? Sanjay asked.

Actually, you can’t meet him but, you can see him from outside but, wait! Ronnie said.

Ronnie takes out some medicines from the drawer and apply it on Sanjay’s ass. While applying the medicine, Sanjay gives little moan from his mouth. Sanjay likes the finger which goes inside him, the little tickling of fingers with the cold medicine inside him, he liked it.

After sometime when, Ronnie take out his fingers then, Sanjay don’t wanted to stop or he needs more than that. After sometime, When he wear the cloths and the Ronnie guide him towards raunak’s room.

Sanjay is standing outside the room, he stares raunak, he feels guilty to not accept raunak’s love. If, he accepts it then, such things were not going to happen.

Sanjay reminds that he have to tell about raunak to Kaya. But, he doesn’t have the phone number, So, he ask Manoj, to please tell about Raunak’s accident and health condition.

But, Manoj deny it and he gives a hospital bill to Sanjay and ask,

How will you pay the bill, Sanjay? You are a truck driver, right! So, If, You can sell your truck and pay the expenses. I have one party, waiting for you.

Sanjay don’t think about the consequences and he gets ready for the deal, his name is Joseph.

After sometime, Ronnie come towards me and said,

Sanjay! Manoj is handling some operation and I have to bring some officials for the meeting, you can go inside Manoj’s cabin and take a nap.

Manoj was sad but at the same time, his fingers were following to his ass, the pain inside his ass due to Manoj’ dick, is still  but, the ichy feeling of it, make him to finger inside it, he put his hand inside the pants and started to fingering it, he realised he started to bleed. So, after Sanjay searching for the medicines, then, he saw the dildo, which was used by Manoj last night.

Sanjay know, he needs it but, the inner voice inside him stops him. He got the medicine and applied in his ass but, just his fingers can’t satisfy him, the dildo was standing in the side, he waits for minutes, hold it and slowly  slowly put it inside his ass, the pain was still inside but, he doesn’t care just go deeper and deeper, he moans with every motion, Ahhh! Fuck! Ahh! He was taken over by the lust,  his dick was become harder but, he still doesn’t open the cage, after fucking his own ass for 15 minutes, he thinks someone was coming inside the room. He put his pants and close the dildo inside the drawer.

The person was calling Sanjay ‘s name, he was one the worker of the hospital, he told Sanjay that, Joseph was standing outside the hospital.

When sanjay came near the door, Ronnie had just parked his Car and three men with formals, came out of it and Sanjay just reminds that Manoj send Ronnie for some important work and he thinks, he need to call Ronnie also for the process of selling his truck.

They all came inside the hospital except one of the man among three and Ronnie and that man hold his hand and they went to backside of the hospital.

When Sanjay stop behind the walls and saw that, Ronnie is sucking that man’s dick, he used his lips, mouth and tongue in a very passionate ways, his eyes just convey that pleasure to take that dick, he is enjoying that moment.

That man tried his best to hold the moans but, Ronnie’s mouth creates such magic that the man’s voice is getting louder.

Sanjay while staring both of them, an erection is generating, his dick becomes hard and becomes tighter, he just went away from that session, he tries his best to forget about his lust but, he reminds the fucking session with Manoj and Ronnie, his ass becomes ichy Sanjay don’t want to admit but, he is falling for the dicks. He imagine himself in the place of Ronnie, like he is sucking that’s man dick. He enjoys the feeling it.

Sanjay goes inside the bushes, he takes out the key from the pocket, opens the cage and started to masturbate, while moaning AHH!, AHH! and  his dick becomes muscular and veins are more visible, his ichy ass wanted something inside in it, he scratching his ass from one hand and masturbating from the other, the impact started to generate in his balls and he sprayed a huge cum inside of him.

Sanjay imagines Raunak is sitting Infront of him, the cum spread in his face, they both are sitting in the truck. Raunak came towards Sanjay and they both started to kiss and Raunak in his slow pitch sexual voice in my ears says me, ” I love you”. Sanjay becomes guilty, What he had done to himself, He apologizes Raunak but, he started to disappeared.

His dreams breaks, Sanjay questions to himself,

“Am I became the slut for the dicks?

Why did I do that?”

He slowly closed his cage.

At that moment, Ronnie and that man go towards the main gate of the hospital.

Ronnie was licking his lips from the tongue, inorder to clean the cum from it.

Sanjay realized that Joseph was waiting for him, outside the hospital.

While talking with Joseph, Ronnie called Sanjay and he is coming towards him.

Sanjay is traumatized with his feelings, he recalls the moment, how he sucked Ronnie’s dick, how he sucked that man’s dick.

Through the whole meeting and bargaining, Sanjay tries his best to avoid Ronnie, he can’t see in the eyes of Ronnie.

Ronnie somehow notice the things, he thinks, it’s not the right to talk to him.

The deal is over, With the help of Ronnie, Sanjay gets extra money on it.

Sanjay looks the last time to his truck, which brings back the memories, Sweet, Bitter, spicy, etc.

Joseph and Ronnie help sanjay to take out his luggage and he saw that blanket, the design of the heart With S and R. He gets emotional.

Joseph saw the sad face of Sanjay, he insists to Sanjay that he can drive the truck for the last time.

Ronnie take permission from Manoj for it, Manoj said,

“Sanjay’s son is still in my custody, remember that,   if, Kaya somehow, know about that situation, I will make things worse.”

From Manoj words, Ronnie thinks, he indirectly say, yes for the ride and tell to sanjay.

As soon as, Sanjay starts the truck, Ronnie said,

“If, you don’t mine, I also wanted to join you for the ride.”

Sanjay was first hesitated but then, he thinks, he need to act normal.

The truck starts, there is a pindrop silence for few minutes, the tension create in that situation between them.

Ronnie thinks, he need to break the silence and start to talk him.

You can drive the truck from the national park area, if you want.. Ronnie said.

Yeah! Sanjay said.

Ronnie thinks, sanjay doesn’t try to make the words out of him.

If, you don’t mine, Can I talk to you? Sanjay! Ronnie asked.

Sure! Sanjay said with a tone in confusion.

Why are you ignoring me? Have I done something which, Which makes you angry or sad? You can tell me, …….. I know, your life is messed up but, if you makes your emotions deep inside yourself then, you will be depressed, Ronnie said.

I don’t know, it’s right or wrong but, I started to feel for Men, I have seen you sucking the cock of that man, the lust generates inside me, When, Manoj fucked me after that I feel something empty inside me, I am Straight guy but, I am doubting my sexuality. The hungry for men build up inside me,  Sanjay said.

Or the hunger always their inside you, you haven’t known about it, Ronnie explains to Sanjay and also said,

After, many years living with Manoj, I have seen, from my experience that, a biggest Alpha can become a slut if, he go through certain situation.

The word ‘ Straight’ is just a Blanket, A delusional one and man covering it for his lifetime.

When dick hits the man protest, he no longer cover or hold that blanket. The man’s ass is tighter and warmer than any pussy. Top or Bottom are just words, a man can become everything by himself.,

The person who don’t go through such circumstances are called as Straight’ but the lust inside him, waiting for that moment.

Your lust just released your true form.

But, I hate it, I hate myself for doing it, Sanjay said.

Raunak also said the same things to me When I met him, offcourse, he is your son.

I am not against to have a sex with a man but, with consent.

And the consent was absent in my case and I was ended up becoming a Whore, I started to enjoy my pain.

Even a sex between men also have a Line, Which I crossed and I am guilty of it.

I can understand your guilt that’s why, as soon as Raunak will be alright, you both will run away from this city.

And what about you? Sanjay asked.

There is a reason Why I live with Manoj but, I came too far, if somehow, I managed to free from Manoj, the only thing I know to take the dicks in my holes, Ronnie said.

But,What is your reason!? Sanjay asked.

Ronnie don’t answer and avoid that question, and asked to stop the truck in the road.

Wait Sanjay! I have to buy some snack, Do you want something? Ronnie asked.

No! I don’t think so, I can eat something till my Raunak will be wake up, Sanjay said.

For Raunak! You have to be healthy, Sanjay!

Sanjay thinks When Ronnie went outside, my mind is processing, his thoughts made a huge impact, My mind has somehow accepted his thoughts.

Raunak is my priority and in order to protect him, even if, I have to make sexual relations with him, I will do for him.

After sometime, Ronnie came back with some snacks.

You have taken soo much time, Ronnie, Sanjay said.

Yeah! Actually this Samosa( snacks) are speciality of that area. Raunak told me about that place, We kind of become friends, first we met, Ronnie said.

Can you tell me more about Raunak? Sanjay asked.

He was confused about his own sexuality like you, even though we become friends, there is always pain inside him, which anybody can see in his face. But, When you beat Manoj, at that time, he looks happy, the happiness Which I never see in his face, He feels protected with you.

Ok, Where you both met? And When you about to know that he is your son? Ronnie asked.

Long story short,… He was about to Attempt suicide, I helped him to heal and at that moment when I met Manoj, it make me realized that, it’s Kaya’s Son and the other day I met Kaya, she tells me truth about Raunak, and he doesn’t know about it, Sanjay said.

I want to tell you something, please don’t angry, Ronnie said.

What!? Sanjay asked.

Actually ,I saw you at the bar, fully drunk. Actually, I was with some Manoj’s Client. I wanted to talk to you that’s why I follow you and I saw Raunak and you both are having sex. I didn’t have the bad intention but, I like to watch sex, Ronnie said.

Just like you have did in the village when, I was face fucking Kaya and I think you just looking towards me, Sanjay said.

Yeah! You are the same or I can say, become more like beast during sex.

If, you are Straight then, Why did you fuck Raunak? Ronnie asked.

I don’t know, he share the similar traits with Kaya, I don’t even know that he is my son at that point and I slowly attracted towards him. When, I came to he is my son, I was ashamed in my thoughts. But, Alcohol breaks me, lust taken over my mind and it happens…

Are you not angry with my question ? Ronnie asked.

No! I was mentally and physically naked, Infront of You, there is nothing to hide for me anymore, Sanjay said.

Ronnie kiss in Sanjay’s cheek, Sanjay was not ready for that and he started to bluss.

Don’t worry, your are sweet Sanjay, Ronnie said.

Sorry! I had beaten you in the village, I was covered by the blanket of straight society,

Thank you to giving me an opportunity, that’s Why, I earn the money and buy this truck,

I will never say to you this things, if I am still covered with the straight blanket, Sanjay said.

And that’s how, the last ride of the truck ends here.

You are looking soo exhausted. Please, take a nap. Don’t worry about Raunak, he will be alright, I will take the responsibility, Ronnie said.

Sanjay agrees and go the cabin and take a nap but, he felt soo exhausted and his eyes becomes drowsy and he sleeps in the bed, in Manoj’s cabin.

When, After an hour, Sanjay wakes up, he felt pain in the wrist, someone is standing and making a tattoo on the hand in which, it’s was written a word ” BICTH”.

Manoj came inside the room and asked,

” What do you think about my new bitch, Raj ( tatoo artist) ?

I will know him better if, I will use him, That artist said.

Off course, you can use him, you are my old customer, Manoj said.

Why did you do this to me, Sanjay asked  in a drowsy manner to Manoj.

You met Kaya, right!

You tell her that I fucked Raunak, RIGHT!

Sanjay realized that he told this things to Kaya but, he knows about Manoj, he used this situation against raunak, and to save raunak, Sanjay in drowsy manner, get under the knees of Manoj and apologize him.

Kaya came here to talk to me, She doesn’t believe me, your so called fucking relationship is so strong till dates, she can even go against her brother, Why did you do this to me? Manoj asked.

Because, this time, she came as a mother, she knows you perfectly, your past is enough to believe that you can do something, Sanjay said.

Manoj’s every blood vessels burst with an anger, he takes out his belt and beat Sanjay with an rage,at that moment ,the screams of Sanjay becomes the song to Manoj.

Raj stops Manoj and Said, Don’t worry Manoj! You know my expertise to control such bitches, I already druged him, I will take care of him.

Kaya somehow get the information that Raunak was admitted in the hospital, she was waiting for my answers in raunak’s room, I will be back, Manoj said.

Sanjay happy to know about Kaya that she was there with Raunak, maybe this time she accepts Raunak as who he was and protects from Manoj.

Manoj goes outside the door after that the Raj undress himself.

Raj body is covered with tattoos, he have long banana like curved dick, his eyes directing towards sanjay which gives a weird lustful vibe.

I think, Manoj gives you better disciplines, you have to please me, now.

Sanjay takes a long breath and imagine the scenario of Ronnie sucking that dick, he holds Raj’s dick, opens his mouth, take it inside his mouth with every motion, the salty and musky taste of it, makes him horny, this time Sanjay was also doing for himself, he wants to explores himself, the lust inside him controls his brain, while enjoying the juicy black dick of Raj he increases the sucking motion,

Raj is moaning, Ahhhhh! Manoj’s bitch got some moves, he said.

Raj also started fingering into Sanjay ‘s ass, his fingers is tickling inside the ass, Sanjay loves that,  and during this session, he takes the whole dick inside the mouth with balls, and that’s why Raj can’t hold his dick and cum inside the mouth, from the black sausage of Raj, the cum drops of cum, which is sweet in taste, Sanjay first time taste a sweet cum, the taste  something, he wants to taste again.

Fuck yeah! My casting spell in your wrist, do the magic, you become the Ultimate Bitch, as per Manoj, you didn’t have completed a one to become a “BITCH”. I am not as strict as Manoj but, I can become when the bitches don’t follow my orders but, you are different, the way you have done, similar to Ronnie but, you just romanticised the feeling of sex, Raj said.

At the same moment, the top of cum which falls from tip of the dick to thighs, Sanjay licks it, While Raj was fingering inside his ass.

Sanjay said, I am not going to lie to you and myself but, I enjoyed it.

From your appearance and personality, you feel more like a husband material, Raj said.

Raj moves towards Sanjay’s ass, use his tongue and lick Sanjay’s ass.

Sanjay was continuously moaning, ahh! Woah! Fuck! This is Sanjay’s first introduction to rimming, the sensation of tounge makes him harder, not just his dick but, his nipples are also getting harder, Raj with other hand pressing his nipples, as painful as possible but, Sanjay loves it, to try something new, which he hadn’t done before.

Raj was doing it very passionately, he also uses 1 his finger, and moves inside him, and slowly slowly it increases the number, with each number the pain can be seen in the face of Sanjay and Raj puts his whole first inside Sanjay’s ass.

No! No! Please! Take it out! Sanjay speaks and growls in the manly voice.

I like it! I like when you straight bitches makes sounds, When your words want to stop, When your eyes want forgiveness, When your actions reflects the pain, take it! It will be easy for you to take my dick, Raj said.

Ahhh! Noo…no..I can’t,…..I can’t take it anymore,… please,….., Ahhhhh,.. Sanjay said.

Sanjay’s eyes becomes red as fuck, the tears are came out of him.

Bitch! You are no longer be the Man, you are  going to be just an asset of us, your pride, your honour, your existence, your holes are made for the man’s dick. You are just ended up becoming a cumdump, it’s your fate made by us, Raj said.

Raj turns his face, spit in his mouth, the pain of Raj, Started to decreasing and he becomes use to it, the shouts convert into the moans, the pressure develops inside Sanjay’s dick, he want to release but, due to the cage, he can’t able to release it but, due to this sexual motion, he can’t able to hold it. Raj takes out and first and set his dick in Sanjay’s ass and in one shot, he put it entirely in his hole, Sanjay’s hole is already more open due to fisting, the warm dick of Raj massaging Sanjay’s ass.

Bitch! You enjoy the moment, right. Take out the inner slut, which is hidden inside you, he wants to take out, cross the line, the whore inside you is waiting for you, many years, the moment when you become broken, your relations and identity are not matter to you at all, All you want in your life is the dominant man, to control you, to make you his pet, take out! Raj said.

The words of Raj Started to make effects on Sanjay, moans becomes louder, the lust takes over it, he forgets about everything, his main goal becomes to take care of his master, the inner slut control the mind of Sanjay.

You know, I was the normal dude, who was fucked up by the social, political and legal aspects of society, the frustration and anger was hiding inside me. And the day comes, that change my life, one customer calls me to his residence for the tatoo but, when I visit there, I saw a man Which was tied naked, his body was covered with the belt marks, the person that call me there was none other than Manoj, he forced me to make tatoo on that tied guy, ” Cumslut”, I was scared at the first but, Manoj was more dangerous than my thoughts, the pain feel by that guy makes Manoj happier and he enjoys the pain of his bitches. At first, I feel bad for them but, as time goes, I like the pain of the bitches, Manoj made me, he takes out the man out of me, he gives me the permission to use the slut as I want, every shouts of the bitches makes me hornier, I started to open my dick to broke them, to uncover the straight sheet, and help him to take out the slut inside him, Raj said.

The lust inside Sanjay take over his own mind, the pressure is increasing in his dick, and then, Suddenly, Raj stops and take out his dick.

Are you want my dick in your ass? Raj said.

Sanjay was staring towards the dick.

You want that! Am I right? Then, call yourself the slut, Raj again asked.

I …I..I need that dic… Di… Dick, please please give it to me, please put it in my ass, I am, I am the Whore, I am cumdump who want the dick, inside, please master, please, Sanjay said.

Raj put his dick inside Sanjay’s ass and fuck him harder.

Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Master! Sanjay said.

Manoj was standing there, looking at Sanjay, hearing Sanjay’s word, he was shocked. Raj and Sanjay was busy in their actions that, he didn’t even know when Manoj came inside, they both saw Manoj but, still keep their actions continue.

Well done! Raj! I was always known that how bigger slut this guy is, Manoj said.

Manoj takes out his dick and put it into Sanjay’s mouth and Sanjay without hesitation take that dick inside his mouth.

Sanjay’s both holes were occupied by the dicks, Sanjay becomes a full too, top-notch slut.

Raj can’t hold it and cum inside Sanjay’s ass, the warm cum becomes the medicine to his ass.

While fucking Sanjay’s mouth Manoj said, When I came back in the afternoon for sometime after the operation, I watched you, playing with the dildo, at that moment, I realised you are same as your uncle, ohhh your dad, one of my sluts Nagesh.

Sanjay ‘s uncle? Dad? Raj asked.

Sanjay’s stepdad, Manoj said.

Sanjay was shocked hearing that,  he started to protest but, Manoj tell Raj to tie Sanjay with ropes with bed.

Sanjay bites to Manoj’s dick, Manoj becomes angry and slap him in the face.

You bloody bitch! Raj make an another tattoo in his backside and Write” Nagesh bitch’s Son”, Manoj said.

Noooo! Sanjay screams.

Manoj take the dildo and put it inside the Sanjay’s mouth.

It’s the same toy with that Nagesh bitch was playing with and your Son, raunak also, Manoj said.

Can you tell me the story of that bitch? Raj asked while making a tattoo.

Manoj tells, Yeah! Raj, it was the time when, I used to live in the village, at that time, this bitch came to my residence to run away with Kaya but, the table turns, I came to know about that, at that moment, I wanted to kill you, fucked you at that moment but, my father stops me. When you were gone from your house, at that moment, I came to Sanjay ‘s house to fuck him but, he was not there. My anger was on the another level, I want to take revenge on Sanjay, that’s why I tie his uncle Nagesh and fucked him, his shouts makes my anger low, my dick was rising, my dick’s blood vessels pumping very fast, Fucking a person whose age is more than double to you, commanding such person was fucking great experience for me, I love every second of it. But, that bitch, in order to protect Sanjay ,Nagesh  thrown Sanjay out of the village, I was not there at that moment and my revenge is not satisfied with this, I tried to find Sanjay so that, I was satisfied with my anger but, he didn’t come back,every time I see nagesh, my anger made me do to fuck out of him, I started to call my friends to use that Nagesh bitch, day by day, the people increasing to use that cumdump, the person who called Sanjay friends also, kick the ass of the beloved uncle bitch, Nagesh became the Village’s bitch, his hunger for dick, day by day increasing. Nagesh was smell as piss, cum and sweat, his situation worser, I made it worst. But, when my dad came to know about it, he wants to stop me, that’s why I end the chapter by this dildo, Which is now applying to sanjay, I was slowly slowly used that dick and put the whole dick inside that Nagesh bitch and I didn’t give any chance to breath again, he was died.

Sanjay with full force, bend the bed towards right side and that’s why with bed, Sanjay also fall with bed, manage to came out of the rope and punch Manoj in his face and started to beat him, Raj holds the metal stick and beat Sanjay with it, Sanjay becomes weaker by it.

You have done so much wrong with me, I will not silent here, Sanjay. I will sell the body parts of raunak, and will not able to stop me, Manoj said.

Pleas.. please, don’t do that, I will do anything for you, really, Sanjay said.

I know, you will come for Raunak, again and again and  I also have the key to open your dick csge. but, this time, His one of the body part will going to be sold by me, and now fuck off! Manoj said.

Sanjay put his cloths and also request Manoj and also tease his dick but, it doesn’t work. Manoj call the security guard and tell them to throw Manoj outside, Sanjay was shouting, apologizing but, it doesn’t work.

When, security guards hold Sanjay to the hallway, he saw Ronnie and shouts his name with anger.

You know about uncle Nagesh, right! Why didnt you tell me, when he was suffering, why were you silent? when my raunak was suffering, why were silent? Sanjay asked

Becc..because, uncle wants to protect you, he made me to do that so,……, Ronnie said.

You are just a coward, hiding behind, I hate to see your face , I hate you Ronnie, Sanjay said.

The words of sanjay brokes Ronnie, he was standing there. Silent, his eyes becomes wet. But, security guard do not wait and thrown him out.

Sanjay lost everything his son, his love Kaya, his step dad nagesh, his truck, he was alone, his hand started to press his own dick, inside the cage, he remembers that he have the key to it, open the cage and slowly started to stocking his dick, tears coming out of his eyes, he was laughing loudly, and shouts, Yeah! Masters! I am the bitch! I am kind of slut myself and laughs, his laughs slowly slowly changing into cries, he was still stroking his dick and give the little moans, “ahh! From when I started to think from my dick” 

Sanjay said to himself, lust was taken over me, this lust made me slut, the beggar, dad ( uncle Nagesh) told me right that, I belongs to street.

Sanjay takes his blanket and cover it like the day when his parents died and he was alone and cried for some time.

He then hears a familiar sound who made to stop Sanjay from crying, it’s Kaya and she said,

Raunak is out of danger now, he opens his eyes, he want to see you…

To be continued ( for the final chapter)

David was looking at the photo hanging on the wall. It was image of a man and a teen-age boy standing in front of a lake. The photo always reminded David of a special time he had spent with his dad.

David sat next to his father as they drove down the dirt road towards the cabin. His parents had gotten divorced when he was ten. David had moved with his mother to New York, and he only saw his father twice a year. His father was a real outdoors man who lived to fish and hunt. David had enjoyed that too, but he had developed a passion for photography.

“Here we are” the father said as he parked the jeep in front of the cabin.

“I’ll get my stuff.”

David grabbed his duffel back and followed his father into the cabin.

“Do you remember him?” his father asked pointing at a photo hanging above the fireplace.

David looked at an image of his dad and grandfather holding rifles.

“I was seventeen then.”

“Same age as me “

“You’ll be eighteen by the end of the week.”

“I thought you forgot” David teased.

“Never”

“Are we celebrating?

“Maybe” Father winked.

“How?”

“ Get ready for bed”

The cabin was small but comfortable. There was only one bedroom. Father and son slept in the same bed. This has never been an issue on previous trips, but David felt awkward sleeping next to his father. He wished he had his own bed.

“Go to sleep son.”

David shut his eyes, but he kept seeing images of his best friend Josh. They were on the high school track team. David had fallen in love with the good-looking boy. Nothing had happened between then. But every time he imagined Josh nude, he would get an erection. They had jerked off together while watching a porn video.  David wanted it to take a step further, but he was unsure how his friend would react.

David needed to jerk off. He did not want to get out of bed.

“Dad? “He whispered but his father seemed to be sleep.

David reached down and began to stroke his erection. David closed his eyes and saw Josh standing before him.

‘Oh man “David thought as he pleasured himself.

David felt his father’s hand on his thigh.

“What the…?” David felt his father’s finger on his hard dick. Was his father going masturbate him?

Father massaged the boy’s cock.

“Hmmm” David tried to keep silent.

His father kept jerking him off until David ejaculated into his underwear.

 David looked over but his father had turned over facing the window and was snoring again.

David got out of bed and went to small bathroom. He wiped the cum of his belly with a washcloth.

“Let me do that for you son.”

David turned around and saw his father standing behind him.

“Dad, you don’t have to.”

David was shocked when his father turned him around and kissed him on the mouth 

“Breakfast is ready!’

David woke up from his erotic dream. The aroma of bacon and eggs filled the cabin. He got out of bed and joined his father for breakfast.

“Did you sleep well son” His father placed a plate of food in front of David.

“Yes dad”

“You want some juice or coffee?”

“Juice is fine “

The two men ate in silence.

“Let’s get cracking son.”

David kept looking at his father expecting him to say something about the previous night’s event. But his father was a man of few words. David  had never thought of his father in a sexual way. His dad was good looking even the salt and pepper beard could not conceal the fact that the man looked younger than his forty-seven years. 

“Beautiful day son.”

They spent the morning fishing and hiking. David used his camera to capture the natural beauty of Montana. He also took photos of his father. The man was ruggedly handsome. David had wondered why his father had never remarried.  

“Dad let’s take a photo here “they had stopped at a beautiful spot with the snow-covered mountains rising in the background.   David had brought a small tripod he attached the camera on it, set the timer and ran to stand beside his father.

“Smile dad” his father placed his hand over his shoulder gently rubbing his neck. David felt the same thrill as when his father had touched him in the night.

The camera clicked capturing the image of father and son forever.

“That was your grandfather’s favorite music.” 

The strains of Beethoven’s Pastoral symphony filled the cabin. David had found a portable radio and managed to tune in a classical music station.

“Where you and him close? “David asked his father who was standing in the kitchen preparing the fish they had caught for dinner.

“He taught me everything about hunting and fishing.”

“Like you taught me?”

“Someday you will have a son and pass on the knowledge.”

“Dad, I don’t even have a girlfriend yet.”

“You will someday”

“And get married.”

“If that’s what you want…” Father became silent again. David thought his dad wanted to say more.

“Don’t you get lonely out here?”

“I’m used to it.”

They sat down and had dinner.

“I think your old enough to share a drink with your old man.”

Father poured two shots of whisky and handed one to David.

“Cheers son”

David swallowed the bitter liquid. He looked into his father’s blue eyes and wished he could know what he was thinking.

“We should go to bed.”

“But its early” David said.

“We have a long hike tomorrow “

“To the mountains”

“You can get some great shot up there.”

David walked into the bedroom and saw his father standing in his long johns. 

“Warm night”

David looked up and was surprised to his dad had removed all his clothes.

“Dad?”

“Get comfortable son.”

David stripped down to his white briefs.

“All of it son”

David stood naked in front of his father. The boy was naturally smooth except for his pubic hair. His father’s body was hairy.

“Better this way”

David watched his father stroke his eight-inch cock. He felt his own dick getting hard.

“Come here son.”

David walked up to his father who embraced him ; their hard cocks rubbed up against each other.

“You want this boy?”

David nodded and knelt before his father. He took the man’s hard shaft in his hands and stroked it.

“Put it in your mouth” Father encouraged David.

David sucked his father’s cock savoring the taste of the man who had made him. He felt his father’s hand gently stroking his hair.

“Hold on” his father pulled his cock out of David’s mouth the hard shaft glistening with saliva.

David looked into his father’s eye seeking approval.

The man picked up the boy in his strong arms and kissed him on the lips.

David wrapped his arms around his father’s neck.

“Love you dad.”

The father gently laid the boy on the bed and began to kiss him all over.

“Oh dad”

David squirmed with pleasure as he felt his father’s beard rubbing against his balls.

“More please”

The father was sucking on his son’s hard dick swallowing the shaft as deep as he could.

David felt his father’s long fingers rubbing against his virgin hole.

“That feels good dad.” 

Father reached back into his backpack took out a plastic tube and spread oil on his finger.

“Do you want me to son?”

David turned over and spread his legs.

“Yes dad”

David felt his father’s rough hands spreading his butt cheeks. The man began to lubricate the boy’s hole with an ointment. David felt the greasy fingers opening him up.

“Relax son”

David felt his father’s body on top of him. The man took his time he did not want to hurt the boy.

“Easy does it “the father whispered as his cock penetrated his son’s ass.

David felt pain at first but as his father began to gently fuck him the boy began to enjoy the sensation.

“Are you OK?” Father whispered into David’s ear.

“Yes dad”

The father held on to his son He kissed his neck and played with the boy’s sensitive nipples.

David loved the way his father’s body felts against his own.

The father increased his motion until he reached orgasm.

David felt his father’s warm load inside his ass.

“I love you, Dad.

David felt his father’s arms holding him as tight as he could as if he was afraid to let go.

“That’s a great photo,” Ed said.

“I’ll show you the lake tomorrow” David put the photo back on the wall. It had been almost twenty years since he had been back in the cabin.

Ed his husband handed him a beer as they sat on the couch in front of the fireplace.

“Dad looks so healthy in that image hard to believe he would be dead a few months.”

“He didn’t want to tell you he was ill” Ed wrapped his arms around David’s shoulder.

“That was the night we had our encounter” David said referring to their incestuous love making. 

“If my father had tried to touch me, I would have freaked out” Ed was bear of a man, six feet 200 lbs. with a thick black beard.

“I was eighteen and knew I was into guys already.”

“You think your father knew?”’

“We never had a chance to speak about it.”

“And he was gay?”

“After he died, I found some letters and photos from a man who had been his lover before he met my mother “

“So, we are talking Brokeback Mountain here?”

“You know that’s a lot more common than people think.”

David had never thought what he had done with his father was wrong. He had met other men who had similar experiences who had been traumatized by it but not him.  David always felt that their sexual experience was a way for his father to reveal a secret he could not express in words.

“I’m glad he left this cabin for you.”

“My mother wanted to sell it, but I manage to talk her out of it.”

“We can bring Jake up here next year “Ed was referring to his son whom he shared joint custody with his ex-wife.

“My father wanted a grandson.”

“Jake is lucky to have two dads in his life.”

“Thanks for saying that.”

The two men kissed.

David and Ed got into the warm bed and held each other.

They began to make love.

There was no need for words.

The End

PART TWO

I climbed up and tapped on the driver side window. Dennis checked his clock as he came out. “Damn, that’s making good time. There’s a green Peterbilt two trucks that way pulling a van. That’ll be Doug. He’s a country boy and probably just wants to unload in something warm.” I was about to climb down when Dennis raised his voice, “Where’s that fifty?” I slipped off my shoe and retrieved the bill for him. “Good boy. Remember, get the money first.”

“Alright, alright. See you in a bit.”

I walked over to the green truck as my well-used insides gurgled and sloshed with the cum of two men. Well, the last two men at least. Doug had the passenger door open for me before I could knock, and I climbed into his cab. The cab was lit with the same amber light dotting the trailers in the lot and accentuated his ginger qualities. He stood well over six foot with a Fu Manchu moustache, a light dusting of ginger fur, and the baggiest boxer briefs I’d ever seen on a man. He must have bought at least two sizes too large. His muscles and tattoos told a tale of having been in the Marines and his smile was genuine. “So, your Dennis’s,” he paused thinking what to call me, “coworker?”

I smiled at his awkwardness, “I guess you could say that. You got the fifty?”

He handed me over two twenties and a ten and I stuffed them into a little zipper pocket in my shorts probably meant for condoms.

“So, what are you into?”

He smiled shyly and sat on his bed. “Um, I’ve only ever done it with one other dude. Pretty basic stuff, really get off on fucking. Not really into blowjobs as a rule.”

I looked down at his briefs for any signs of life and found a half hard cock starting to come around. I slipped off my shoes, turned around, and slid my shorts down, bending myself in half in the process and opening my ass.

“Fuck, that’s sweet. You got a better ass than most women.” He ran his index and middle finger down my crack and slipped them into my hole. Then he placed his thumb on my perineum and massaged my prostate releasing a small moan from my depths. I looked between my legs to see a nice cock tenting his loose briefs and a set of ginger balls falling out the leg hole.

He slipped his underwear off, grabbed my hips, and guided me into a seated position on his dick. While my hole was swollen from the last two dicks, the loads inside helped him to penetrate me with ease.

“Ah fuck yeah,” Doug said as I started riding him.

His dick was a decent girth and slightly larger than average and I was able to twist my nipples and make my hole work his cock. Every time I raised up, I’d twist and pull and feel my hole grab and milk his cock. Doug’s hands stayed on my hips as he repeated ‘fuck yeah’ over and over.

I thought I was getting close to making him come when he decided to change up the position. He stood up with his cock still inside me, holding me under my thighs, and drew my attention to a grab bar across the entrance to the sleeper. “Grab that bar and then turn towards me.”

As I performed this mild acrobatic, he placed my calves on his shoulders. Once we were secured in our position, he started pounding away in me. The cum from previous men squished around between us and created smacking sounds when our bodies met. He looked down at my caged cock. I knew the instant he saw it from the sudden swelling in my ass. Doug wiped a gob of precum of the metal and licked it off his thumb. “Can you cum with that on?”

“I haven’t so far, but it’s a new addition. Dennis wanted to make sure I only had my mind on the customer’s cock instead of my own.”

The thought appealed to Doug and his cock swelled just a smidge more inside me. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Within reason,” I replied.

Doug pulled me off the bar, spun around and threw me onto the bunk. His arm reached to the very back of a deep cubby and he pulled out something red. “Will you wear this?”

I separated the items to find a red satin nighty and two red thigh high sheer hose with little pink bows at the top. My dick ached for the first time as I felt the cheap fabric in my hand. “Sure.” I put on the nighty and the hose, making a big production out of pulling them on and snapping the elastic at the top. On my little legs they almost reached my crotch.

Doug rubbed my legs and looked at me with an almost romantic eye. “Fuck yeah! That is fucking hot!” He bent my ankles back towards my ears and slammed his rigidness inside my ass. The pounding he gave was other-worldly, like the sissy outfit had released a demon from within him. He pounded my hole while his facial hair nuzzled in the nape of my neck. And then, suddenly he froze, and I felt that familiar warmth filling me. He gave a couple finishing thrusts and then collapsed on top of me for a moment. His heart was beating so fast and hard in his chest, I could feel the cab move with it. Eventually he pulled himself off me and laid next to me.

I laid there for a moment, wondering how long I needed to stay. Surely, I had given him fifty dollars’ worth of my time and body. I slowly got up and undressed…and then redressed in my own clothes. I kneeled on the bed between his legs, steadied myself by putting a hand in the middle of his chest, then kissed his clavicle. “Are you good?”

He replied with his most use phrase of the evening, “fuck yeah.”

I climbed down from the truck and headed back to Dennis, tapped on the window, and he crawled out from the sleeper, yawning and scratching his furry chest. “Jose is in that white day cab over there with the belly dump. He’ll probably be pretty quick, but you’ll have to wake him up.”

I slipped the fifty from Doug to him. “Okie dokie smokey.”

Approaching Jose’s truck, I wondered two things: one, where was he sleeping in a day cab with no sleeper, and two, where was he going to get off with me? My first knock on the door went unanswered, as did my second, but when I tried the door handle, and he heard the door unlatch he was up in a flash. “What the fuck?”

“Dennis sent me.”

His sleepy scowl stretched into a smile. “Oh yeah. Hold on, I’ll be right down.” The truck shook and trembled as Jose reassembled himself and came down. In his hand was a thick padded jacket he threw to me as his booted feet touched the ground. He was short, only slightly taller than me, with a thick moustache, a five o’clock shadow, and a nice thick muscular body covered in a layer of fat that gave him a cuteness anyone would want to cuddle. He was like a warm teddy bear with a Mexican accent. “Put this on.”

The jacket was oversized with a canvas outer shell and a satin diamond stitched interior. “It’s not that cold.”

“Not for warmth, for comfort. Put it on. I ain’t had the truck washed in a while.” While none of his words made any sense to me, I did as he told me to. He handed me a fifty-dollar bill, which I placed in the little pocket in my shorts while he led me to a spot behind the cab. He pushed me until the small of my back was firmly against the frame of the truck. In one smooth motion, he grabbed the waist of my shorts, lowered them, and then lifted my legs onto his shoulders, using the truck frame as a cantilever. He reached down undid his jeans and then I felt his thick stubby cock press into my hole. He pounded feverishly with a look of pure joy on his face, like a stud breeding a bitch. With my back rubbing back and forth on the steel frame, all his words from before now made sense. It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes before he sped up and then slowed and his thick moustache framed the perfect circle his mouth was making. When he’d unloaded his nut in me, he pulled out, retrieved my shorts from his back pocket, slipped them over my feet and slid them onto me, my feet rejoining the ground.

He zipped up his pants, squeezed my ass while he kissed me, slipped his jacket off me, smiled, and said “gracias” before unceremoniously climbing back into his cab to go back to sleep.

I stood in amazement for a second as I recalled the last fifteen minutes of my life. I shrugged my shoulders and headed back to learn my next assignment.

Dennis rolled down the window laughing, “Told you he’d be quick. I always call him Speedy Gonzales. You got my money?”

I handed over his fifty dollars.

“Cool, over half done. Pat his in that dark Kenworth with all the shiny chrome and all those fucking marker lights. He’s an older guy, super nice. Don’t know if he’s ever had a guy before. You might have to wait twenty minutes while his little blue pill takes effect.”

“I’ll practice my conversation skills.”

I climbed down and headed over to Pat’s truck. Dennis wasn’t kidding about the marker lights and the chrome. Any part of the truck not reflecting the truck stop lights was giving off an amber hue. Inside the cab a red light glowed from behind the curtains. I tapped on the door and got quite the surprise.

Pat wasn’t ‘older,’ he was old. Seventy if he was a day. The man stood over six foot with skinny limbs, a gut, a dark black dick starting to respond to his pills, and massive pendulous balls dangling quite a way down his long legs. He grabbed me, hugged me, and kissed me. “Let’s get them clothes off you.” He placed his fingers on my waistband, and I placed a hand on his chest covered in swirls of grey hair to convey he needed to pause.

“You got the entrance fee young man?”

He laughed in his deep rich tone. “Yeah baby, here you go. Don’t want to get you in trouble with your handler.”

I almost took offense to Dennis being described as my handler, but the way his throat vibrated his words made something in my ass vibrate too. I slipped the money into my shorts and then slipped out of what little I was wearing.

Pat squeezed my little balls with his big fingers. “Damn, Dennis has got you locked down. Almost like getting a real woman.”

“You don’t like boys?”

“Nah, I like em just fine. A long time ago before my wife and all the kids and all the grandkids, used to have a boyfriend. Of course, back then, I was the woman in that relationship.”

“The bottom?”

“Yeah, whatever you want to call it.” Pat played with my cage a little as I noticed his dark cock growing. It was uncut with a shiny veiny shaft. He was easily nine inches with a nice girth to him. Dennis hadn’t been in me for hours at this point and I was pretty sure this cock was going to stretch me out again. He pulled me close again and kissed me.

His hand on the small of my back guided me to the sleeper and I made myself comfortable on his bed covered in a quilt his wife had probably made. “So, any special requests? Role play? Costumes?”

His deep laugh filled the tiny space. “Nah, nothing like that.” He reached between my legs and inserted two fingers in me. When he took them out, they were shiny with cum. “Clean that off for me?”

I sucked the cum off his fingers while he caressed my smooth skin. He slipped his hand behind my head and guided my mouth to his cock. So much heat came off his crotch as I slid my mouth over him until I felt him in my throat. He slowly started pumping his dick in and out of my mouth, never going too deep to make me choke, but going right to the edge of my gag reflex. There was nothing rushed, nothing cruel, just a man enjoying his cock in another man’s mouth. He said nothing as I sucked him, not even a moan. The engine and his heavy breathing were the soundtrack to our experience.

Soon, I felt a spurt of cum on my tongue, followed by another. He saw the look of surprise on my face, “That’s just precum baby, the main event would fill that belly.”

My cock ached in its cage. I so wanted to stroke my cock and cum with this hot fucking daddy in front of me.

He pulled his cock away from me and pushed me onto my back, placing my ankles on his smooth shoulders. He reached into a drawer by the bed and pulled out a jar of Vaseline. I had heard of this being used for lube, but never experienced it myself. He slid two fingers into the jar, pulled out a decent sized dollop, and spread it onto and into my hole. Then, still in complete silence, he pushed his cock into me until those rough grey pubes rubbed against my taint and balls.

His silence was broken with a low deep moan, sounding like a lion purring. A contented look took over his face as he reveled in the feeling of my ass all around his cock. Then he slid a hand down my leg and up to my nipple and twisted it hard. I cried out, partially from the sensation and partially from the surprise of the action. My hole squeezed him and made a broad smile appear. His other hand took the same journey and soon both his hands were working my nipples while his long black cock glided in an out of me. Occasionally, the silence in the cab would be broken by one of his low moans or one of my more feminine sounding ones.

After a very long time, especially compared to the three men before him, his pace quickened, and his hands went from my nipples to steadying himself on the bed as he fucked me. “You want my babies in you?”

“Fuck yeah sir.”

He leaned over, pressing his gut into my caged cock and started sucking on one nipple and then the other. Back and forth he teased my nipples while steadily pounding into my hole. Pat took a big inhale, paused, and then I felt him release his cum. As he released, he pushed himself back up and slowly pumped more and more cum into me. His orgasm could have easily been mistaken as piss, the streams were so long and powerful in me. A few minutes passed and he stopped with a broad grin plastered across his face, making every line and wrinkle crease. A low vibration in the form of an ‘mmmm’ emitted from his big chest.

He slipped out of me and pulled me to my feet into a bear hug, kissing the top of my head. “Damn baby. Thank you.”

“Thank you, sir. That was nice.”

I thought he’d want to cuddle for a few minutes, but I had served my purpose and now he needed to get some sleep. He handed me my shoes and shorts, “Here you go baby. You have a good night.”

I got dressed and headed for the door. Pat waved to me as I climbed down the side of his truck and quickly shut and locked the door.

My nipples returned to little steely points in the night air as I raced back to Dennis. I tapped on the window, and he came out from behind the sleeper curtain with a drowsy look on his face. “How was old Pat?”

“Nice dick, huge load. I don’t know how long I can keep it in me.” I handed him the fifty from Pat.

“Well, do yourself a favor and try, cause Billy ain’t known for being gentle. He’s in that red Kenworth pulling the red reefer.”

“Alright, one more to go.”

I walked over to Billy’s truck and knocked on the door. A giant head popped out of the window surrounded by a huge mane of long black hair. His beard was so long, the lower half of it was still in the truck. “You Dennis’s?”

“Um, yeah.”

“Nice. Come on up.”

He popped the door open, and I climbed into a dark cab lit only by a few gauges and the lights coming in through the windshield. Billy sat in the passenger seat as I climbed over the driver’s seat and stood next to the gear shift. He leaned against the door wearing only button fly jeans. His massive bare white feet sat flat on the floor and his belly jiggled as he undid the one button he’d fastened on his jeans. “Take them shorts off. Give us a little spin.”

“You got the fifty?”

He grabbed a worn wallet with a chain on it off the dash and fished out a fifty-dollar bill. “Here, now get them shorts off of ya.”

I placed the fifty in my pocket and took off my clothes. Doing a slow spin for him, he spied the cage on my cock. Billy grabbed my balls and rubbed a little drop of my, now constant, precum around. “Fuck yeah. You’re just a hole tonight.”

From out of the darkness, “Damn Billy, he’s a fucking sissy with his little dick clamped down.”

The voice startled me. When Billy had said ‘give us a little spin’ I’d assumed he was just talking about himself. A man in boxers jumped down from the top bunk of the sleeper and stared at me. Like Billy, he was in his forties, but bald and skinny. He stood so tall, he had to duck down as soon as the roof of the cab slanted down. He reached over and grabbed my ass, slipping his middle finger in me. “Shit, she comes pre-lubed bro!”

“Dennis didn’t tell me there would be two of you.”

“Yeah, I forgot to tell him my brother was with me this trip. Don’t worry, he’s cool.” He stood up and slipped his jeans off then sat back in the passenger seat with his massive cock slumped between his thighs. “Get on your knees and suck me.”

At first, I was going to ask for another fifty for the extra dick in the room, but Billy’s massive growing cock stole all my attention. I’d heard of cocks as thick as a beer can, but Billy was bordering on being a traffic cone. Even with the huge, long black bush it still looked so thick at the base. The scent of a hard day’s work emanated from his crotch as I inserted the head of his cock in my mouth. I wasn’t even halfway down the shaft when my mouth ran out of room for his girth.

I was so dickmatized by Billy’s big cock, I’d forgotten all about his brother. A hand played with my hole, and I heard, “Damn, how many guys have been in this fucker tonight?”

“That pussy wet for you little bro?”

“Fuck yeah,” the brother said as he slipped four long bony fingers in my ass, making me moan.

“Better get in there before I wreck that cunt.”

Billy’s brother didn’t waste any time swapping his fingers for his fairly large cock. Judging from how it felt, I’d say he was somewhere in Pat’s neighborhood for size. He didn’t take any care with my ass, like Pat had. He fucked me like an animal would after smelling a bitch in heat. A quick pace turned into a quicker pace while his bony features made bruises on my ass. Maybe five minutes of this artless fucking and I heard him howl and scream as he squeezed my hips and unloaded in me.

“Damn Jake, never seen you cum in a hooker that quick.”

When Billy said the word ‘hooker’ something electric connected my nipples, ass, and cock and again I wished I could jerk my cock and cum.

Billy pulled my head off his meat. “Come on back to the sleeper.”

He unfolded his massive body from the passenger seat and hunched over until he reached the sleeper area where he could finally stand up straight. Standing next to this big fucker, I didn’t even clear his nipple line. He sat on the bottom bunk with his back against the wall and his massive feet flat on the floor. His enormity made a twin bed look like a bench. “Sit on it. Earn that fifty.”

I turned around and slowly pressed my ass over the head of Billy’s cock. Gradually I lowered myself until I didn’t think I could anymore. Jake just sat and watched his brother’s cock disappearing inside of me. He was the first to notice when I had hit my limit. “Fuck Billy, this bitch can’t even get all the way down on it.” He directed his gaze to me. “Come on whore, you still got inches to travel.”

I tried my hardest to lower more and more, but my body’s sense of self-preservation prevented any further progress. This did not make the brothers happy. Billy’s giant hand gripped my waist, almost meeting on either side, and he shoved me down even more. I screamed out as his cock ripped me apart. I could feel his long pubes start to tickle the back of my thighs, which meant two things, one, it was almost completely in me, and two, it wasn’t completely in me. “Shut this bitch up, can’t have cops coming by cause she’s screaming like a little pussy.”

Jake obeyed his brother and put his cock, which had become hard again from hearing me scream, down my throat, making me gag and sputter.

“That’s better. Don’t mind it when it’s muffled.”

“No prob, you want me to push her the rest of the way.”

“Go for it. Maybe we’ll break this whore in two.”

My eyes widened, partially at the thick cock impeding my airway and partially at the thought of what was about to happen to my ass. Jake put his cold hands on my shoulders and pressed me down hard onto his brother’s dick. My scream escaped around Jakes’s dick as the full girth of Billy overextended me.

Billy leaned me back, yanking my mouth off his brother’s cock and turned my spit covered face towards him, “See cunt, I knew you could do it.”

Jake lifted my small balls up and ogled his brother’s handywork. “Damn Billy, you should see this gaping cunt on your meat.”

“Grab my phone off the dash and take some pics for me.”

The flash went off a few times as Jake took pics and Billy started wiggling his cock a little in me. Not full strokes, just getting me used to the movement. Jake put the phone back on the dash, “Can I have my cocksucker back?”

“Yeah, sure.” Billy shoved my upper body up towards his brother’s waiting drooling cock.

By this point, my upper body concentrated on Jake, and I succumbed to the fact Billy was going to do whatever he wanted with my lower half. As I sucked and licked on Jake’s cock and balls, Billy clasped his hands under my rib cage and started using my hole to jack off with. He lifted me halfway up his thick limb and then slam me back down to the base.

“Fuck, this bitch has so much jizz in her, it’s fucking amazing.”

“Hey bro, I’m about to nut again, you want me to add more lube?”

“Fuck yeah, get in there beside me little bro.”

Jake pushed me back, placed my ankles on his shoulders, and stared at me with a maniacal look as he watched my face silently scream at the addition of another cock in my hole. Jake slid his cock between his brother’s and my taut sphincter and wasted no time getting up to fucking speed. In about a minute I heard Billy, “Ah fuck yeah, I can feel you cumming on my dick man!”

When he’d finished, Jake yanked his cock out of me, and Billy started driving his dick into me at a pretty good pace. I looked down and, for the second time that night saw a cock moving in my abdomen.

A low growl started to echo out of Billy’s cavernous chest as he repeatedly slammed me down onto his cock. The pace became so extreme it reminded me of riding a wooden rollercoaster back in high school. My body bounced around at Billy’s whim as his brother looked on. “She looks like a blowup doll on your cock bro.”

Suddenly, Billy slammed me down on his cock, but didn’t raise me back up. His cock pulsed inside me and made the lump in my abdomen jump in unison. When he’d finished, he let go of my waist and relaxed with a sigh of accomplishment.

Jake grabbed my clothes, opened the driver’s door, and through them to the ground. “Come on whore, time for you to go. We got to be leaving soon if we’re gonna make our deliveries in Phoenix.”

I quickly pulled myself off Billy’s cock and shimmied down the side of the truck, getting dressed in the dirt. Above me the door slammed shut, the brakes released, and I moved away from the moving semi as they left.

Walking back to Dennis’s my ass felt weird, like there was something extra in my crack. I climbed up and knocked on the door where a sleepy Dennis let me in. “Fuck, you smell like cum and truckers.” He laughed at his own joke. “Have fun with Billy?”

“And his brother.” I handed Dennis the fifty from Billy.

“Two dicks should have been two fifties. You got to learn not to give that shit away for free.”

“Can I ask you to look at my ass? It feels weird.”

“I bet it does after that fucking tree stump of Billy’s in you.”

I slid my shorts down and spread my cheeks towards Dennis.

“Damn bitch, you got a little rosebud going now.”

“A what?”

Dennis grabbed his phone, took a picture, and showed me.

“What the fuck! Is it permanent?”

Dennis played with it and poked at my ass. “Nah, as long as you don’t let Billy fuck you or anybody fist you, it should probably go away. I ain’t never fucked anybody with one.”

I looked between my legs to see him rubbing his cock. “How about you unlock me, and you try it out?”

“Did you cum yet tonight?”

“No, just precum.”

“Even after Billy? Damn. Yeah, I’ll release your clit.”

I got on my back on the bunk as Dennis undid the cage around my cock and balls. I figured I’d have an erection that would just pop out, but I was still limp to my amazement. Dennis put my ankles on his shoulders and slid his big cock into me in one effortless motion. “Fuck, that’s better than any pussy.”

His cock moving in me activated my own erection. I’d never been so happy to have my thin little dick in my hands. Dennis pummeled my hole while I jerked my cock, my little balls disappearing into my pelvis, leaving just a rough patch where a real man’s balls would be. Before I knew what was happening, I felt a spurt of cum hit my face and then a few more on my chest and stomach.

“Fuck yeah little man. Let’s add that to the mix,” Dennis said wiping the cum off me and onto his cock.

My body went limp from exhaustion after I came, and I could do nothing but let Dennis use my hole however he wanted. He grabbed my nipples and made my ass grab at his cock and soon I felt another one of his loads seeping into my guts.

He rested for a moment with his ear against my ribcage. At some point I fell asleep because the next thing I knew he was waking me up. It was early morning in downtown and he was parked in the center lane with his blinkers on. “Hope the address on your license is correct, cause that’s where I’ve brought you.”

“Yeah, it’s good.”

“Grab your bag and I’ll get your shirt out of the side box.”

He climbed down as I got dressed and found my bag. I climbed down the truck, and he handed my shirt over. He grabbed me by my ass and kissed me hard on the lips. “You ever need a ride or to make a few extra hundred give me a call. I sent you a text, so you got my number.”

“Thanks. It was kind of fun.”

“Whore.”

He climbed into his truck, and I walked over to the entrance to my apartment complex. As I waited for the elevator, I opened my phone and there was a text from Dennis. No words, just a pic he must have gotten from Billy of my ass being stretched by his cock.

I didn’t know how far into the world of sex work I’d be going, but I did know I needed to jack off again.

Steven was your typical 40 something with a slight muscular build, nearly six-feet tall, sandy blonde hair and a nice smile. He’d done track in school and had kept his body fit with weight training. That was until his wife had left him.

He had read about Skofield Island in one of the boring business magazines they had at work. He had skimmed through the magazine and was taken aback by their ad on the back page. The ad was looking for open minded single men with young children to relocate to a small island 150 miles off the coast of Africa. The island was English speaking and the ad said they would set up the family with executive-style housing, help with establishing them in a business and… with a finder’s fee of $50,000, depending upon interview. The weather was fairly mild and the Island was an old colony of the English.

To Steven, it seemed too good to be true, ever since his wife had abandoned him with their two young children he had felt lost and… let’s face it, he was screwing up at work. His mind wasn’t into it anymore and his numbers were falling way behind. He’d even had a talking to by the company’s president who was saddened by his story of how he was now a single father, but pretty harsh when it came to looking at his productivity.

“I’m sorry Steven, but if you can’t bring your sales up by the next quarter, we’ll have to cut you loose.”

So Steven was looking for something new. He didn’t know if moving so far away would be the answer, but when he got to the Island to do the suggested week orientation he could then make up his mind and see if this could be his next home.

 

The Barbeque

“Roger this is Steven, he’s new to the island. He’s taking in the sights and checking everything out.”

Jared was one of the councilmen and had met Roger after he got off the boat. He’d be the one to introduce Steven around at the barbeque so he wouldn’t feel out of place.

“Good to meet you Steven, have you seen much of Skofield?” asked Roger.

“No, we just got off the boat, I got my kids settled in and then Jared had called, introduced himself, and asked if we’d be up for this get together.”

“So you got two kids Steven?” Roger asked.

“Yeah, two young mans aged 6 and 8.”

Jared leaned in and said, “Steven here is exactly what the island’s looking for, a single father looking for a new future.”

Steven took a drink of his wine and asked, “Yeah Jared, what is that “single father preferred” thing about anyway?”

“Well, Steven.” Roger interrupted, “Have you noticed the ratio of men to woman here? Men are a bit scarce. And the ones that live here, well, you’ll find out about some things that… hopefully they won’t change your mind about staying on the island.”

“That’s enough of that type of talk Roger,” Jared said frowning. “He needs to meet with Marta before anyone gives him misinformation. Let him make up his own mind about what he likes. Then he can decide for himself.”

Steven looked at Roger and said. “I will say you people are very thorough, what with the physical and everything.”

Jared smiled, “Well, we do have a type of person who fits into the spec of the island. They need to be physically fit.”

Roger rubbed his stomach, “Yeah, we don’t want anyone here going to pot.”

“Hmm OK,” Steven nodded then understandingly, then finished his wine. “I’m going to get another cocktail, I’ll be right back.”

Steven did feel kind of strange ever since he got off the boat. Like everyone was looking at him. Take that back, all the woman… were looking at him. Sort of judging him, it was kind of unnerving. And there were loads of woman. And they all seemed to be fairly attractive.

****

“So you’re the new boy in town I hear,” the woman behind the bar said excitedly.

“Guilty as charged,” Steven smiled.

“You’ve got to meet the girls, and of course Marta.”

“Yeah, who is this… Marta?”

“Oh she’s the, um… kind of like the head of the welcome committee. She welcomes men… um, I mean she inaugurates people when they first get here. You know to tell them what’s what and how things work. Like how things are done out here on the island.”

“Oh like an orientation, interesting, thanks.” Steven grabbed his glass, turns from the bar and takes a look around at the party goers. He wonders what Roger was talking about before Jared shut him down. Why were there only a handful of men and a shit ton of woman here?

“Nice tush.”

He turns back to the bartendress, “I’m sorry?”

“Oh nothing!” she says, her face turning red.

Just then Jared walks up with three women, “Steven! Oh, there you are. I’d like to introduce you to someone. This is Stephanie, Elsie and this here is… Marta.”

“Hello, Steven,” each lady shakes hands with him.

Marta holds Steven’s hand longer than what would be normal and even grips it firmly with her other hand, “I hope you are finding our island to your liking.” She said grinning.

Each woman was fairly attractive but Marta was enigmatic. She had a beautiful face, shoulder length black hair, a nice body with long legs and a slight olive complexion. She was almost as tall as Steven and had green eyes that bore into him. What Steven’s ex would have called an alfa-female.

After the welcoming committee finished with their small talk and walked away, Steven saw Roger and walks towards him. Maybe he can get more information out of him without Jared being there. On his way up to him he walks beside a group of women and feels one lightly squeeze his ass.

“What the…?” He stops and turns his head looking at the women but no one is looking in his direction.

“Hmmm,” Dumfounded, he walks up to Roger. “I think one of those women there just grabbed my ass.”

“Heh, get used to it mate, the women around here are like wolves. And you’re new meat!”

Roger looks around side to side and double nods his head to his right side signaling an area over where no one is standing. Steven follows him.

“You ever wonder why they’re paying you so much money to move to this god forsaken island. It’s all about procreation, man. There hasn’t been a baby born on this island in sixty some odd years. Women do not get pregnant or conceive here.”

“What, what are you saying?” Steven stammers.

“Enough!” Jared says as he marches up next to Steven, ending the conversation.

“You’ll find out,” Roger says under his breath as he walks away.

“Don’t pay him any mind Steven, he gets like that when he has a couple of drinks.”

“Oh there you are Steven,” Marta says as she walks up to Steven and Jared.

“Are you free tomorrow afternoon for a business meeting? I’d like to discuss important…” she stops and eyes Steven up and down, “opportunities with you.”

“I can make it” Jared says, as he looks from Steven to Marta.

“No! Just Steven.” Marta says abruptly, not even acknowledging or looking at Jared.

“Yeah, I’m free. I’m only here for a week… and I’ve got nothing really planned except for checking out the island.” Steven says shrugging his shoulders.

 **** 

Marta opens the door and invites Steven into her house.

“Wow! Beautiful home Marta.” Steven says looking around the room.

“Thank you, Steven. We’ve done really well here, the Island counsel and me. Why don’t you have a seat and make yourself comfortable? I’ll set us up with some cocktails.”

Steven sat in a chair that looked like it came out of an antique showroom. He could see the ocean from the large windows. The view was terrific.

“I hope you like scotch, neat? It’s Macallan, 1989 so it should be pretty good. I’ve been waiting for a special time to open it.”

Sounds good to me,” Steven shrugged not realizing the scotch was about ten grand a bottle.

Marta walked back into the living room with the drinks.

“Steven, we’ve been very lucky to have quite a few great people join our community. They are special people and the most important issue is that they fit in with the aesthetics and rules of Skofield Island. Their personality and even body type is extremely important. What have you learned since you’ve been here? I know people talk.”

“Well, I guess the strangest thing is that women out match men like ten to one. And there was something about women not getting pregnant or having babies on the island.” Steven ends with his hands out, shaking his head in a what-do-you-think gesture.

Marta sipped her scotch then said, “Completely incorrect, the ratio of women to men is more like twenty to one and there have been exactly three children born on the island, but the mothers came here when they were pregnant. The reasons are simple.” She pauses and waits, turning her face down for effect, then looks hard into Steven’s eyes. “Every woman on this island only prefers male penetrative sex!”

“Cough, um… excuse me?” Steven says as he clears his throat.

“You have been chosen… not only because you are a single father, but through complete investigation of your life, we have found that you are bisexual. And most of your online searches through porn sites are of the strap-on or pegging variety.”

“How did you…? I am not…” Steven stammered and nearly dropped the tumbler of scotch on the coffee table.

“Steven! Please… let us get past this!” Marta said like a mother scolding a young man. “Skofield Island is made up of very resourceful women. Women who know what they want in every way, from business, to fine wine, to sex. It just so happens that the sex we prefer also tailors to the type of women we are. And I am the gate keeper sort of speak. You pass through me to get the pleasure of living on this island. Or should I say, I pass through you,” Marta flashing an evil grin. “Tonight we will see how well you perform.”

“You’re fucking mad! What… because I’ve looked at a couple of porn sites that have woman with a strap-on, fucking some poor guy you think you can conclude this is the sex that I like? That I’m what… going to bend over and be your bitch, so I can live in comfort on your island?”

“You don’t need to be so crass, Steven. The problem with most men is they’re pussies when it comes to negotiating something as simple as sex. Even though they like it! And sex is… one of the most important things in life.”

Marta puts her tumbler of scotch down and picks up a folder off the counter and reads. “Last year alone, out of the almost nine hundred times you viewed any porn sites, ninety three percent were strap-on, that is to say, sites that have women taking men anally. The others were miscellaneous gay and or anal sites with the straight sites being the smallest percentage.” Marta smiled again, she might as well have said checkmate.

She then bent down in front of the chair and grabbed Steven’s hand.

She looked up at Steven and said very softly, “See Steven, we know what you like. There’s no fighting it. And yes, I do want you to be my bitch. That’s why I invited you over. If I can’t fuck you, then the deal is off. You go home at the end of the week and have a crazy story to tell that no one will believe. But if you are good, as good as I think you will be, you would be set up as a prominent business man with all types of perks. You might have to bend over and let a couple of women fuck your ass three or four times a week. But really… everyone has to get fucked in this life time. Why not make it pay? Hmmm? And you do have such a nice ass.”

Steven looked a little befuddled but didn’t say anything.

“Now come on Steven. Follow me, and become one of us.”

Marta grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs into a bedroom.

**** 

Marta had both legs around Steven straddling chest with her medium sized strap on in Steven’s mouth. She was naked except for the strap on. She had put her hair up and insisted on putting eyeliner and a touch of rouge on Steven. She said some of the girls were into this, some weren’t. Some even went further with the makeup. It was another thing he would just have to get used to it.

“Suck it you whore! You know you like sucking cock Steven!” Marta said aggressively. She pulled the dildo out of Steven’s mouth and slapped him on the side of the cheek with it. A string of spittle strung out across his chin.

“Yeah, take it! Just like the bitch-boy you are,” She then pushed it back into his gob and started humping his face while holding his hair bunched up in her right hand.

“You’re a nice little cunt whore Steven. You’re gonna love it when I take your ass!”

Steven’s hands were on her Marta’s ass, he was obviously enjoying this. After his eyes started to tear up a bit, she pulled out and kneeled down between his legs. He was enjoying himself; Marta noticed his cock was rigid and erect.

She put his legs over her shoulders. Steven was impressed at how strong she was. She grabbed a bottle of lube and greased up the dildo and then stuck two fingers into his hole. He moaned a bit as she pushed her fingers around in circles going in and out, back and forth pretty deep lubing and opening him up. She then pushed the tip of the dildo into his ass, and started to push in and pull out a small bit at a time. When she pushed into his hole he moaned louder.

“You like that Stevie Cunt? I bet you give all your boyfriends a good time with your tight ass. Take it nice and deep! Good God, you’re such a fucking whore!” She spat out. “You know your dick is a waste of time ‘cause your cunt hole is so perfect! And it’s all mine tonight!”

Marta didn’t let him get used to the intrusion in his rear end but just started pounding into him, there was a slapping sticky sound every time she would bottom out into Steven’s ass then pull back out. She gave his cock a couple rough strokes, slapped the tip while holding the full girth then said, “Garbage, just fuckin’ trash!” she reached down and turned on the vibrating part of her strap on under the harness.

“You like it, don’t you Honey? Tell me you like my cock in your cute ass, you bitch cunt! Yeah, Say it!”

“Oh yeah, fuck my ass Marta. Fuck me deep! Yes! Fuck me harder!! It feels so good.”

“You gonna cum for me baby? I know you want to. Give me your babies Steven. I’m gonna make you cum, Oh my God… Damn it, I feel like I might. I might… I think I’m gonna cum!” Marta said slamming the dildo harder into Steven’s ass savagely. “Ah ah, Oh shit yeah!!!”

Marta leaned in and pushed over Steven. He was folded in half. Every time she came down on him he had to exhaled. Just then Marta stopped deep inside Steven’s bottom hole and she started to shake and quiver.

“Fuck me, I’m cumming! Oh, Oh, you whore bitch! Damn you, fuck! That’s so good. Ugh Ugh Ugh! Oh my God!”  She stayed pushing up into Steven’s ass just convulsing in orgasmic pleasure.

Marta stopped and breathed out then breathed in deeply and sat back to catch her breath with just the tip of the dildo in his ass. She was still panting hard and looked down at Steven’s cock. She started to stroke it hard then leaned over and spit on it, continued stroking his erection then spit on it again.

“Mmm, Fuck Yeah. You need to cum, you filthy little whore. I thought you would have ejaculated for me already. Hmm, well I’m suspecting you need me to use a bigger tool, right Stevie Cunt?”

Steven still had his legs spread open when Marta pushing his legs further, apart, she told him. “I’m going to have to fuck you with the Big Black Thunder now. This is the biggest cock I own. You’ve performed so well, hopefully you can take this. Ya see some of our girls like to really strap on some girth and this is a pretty big dildo. I suggest you hold on tight, let’s see how you do, you Cunt Slut!”

Marta put on a different harness and strap on that had a copy of a black porn stars real dick on it. She gave him a small bottle and said, “I know you’ve had gay sex before, so you know what to do with this.”

Are these poppers?” Steven asked. Opening the little bottle up and trying to read the label.

“Vasodilators, it’s really cleaning fluid for tape machines Steven, but yes the street name is poppers. They should open you up and help you relax. I only need to see if I can get this big, bad boy up inside your ass and then drain your balls to see if you pass the audition.” She laughed and flashed a wicked smile, waited for him to inhale and then started pushing the head of the huge dildo into his tight pink hole.

“Oh my god, fuck that’s so big! I don’t know if I can take that.” Steven said wincing at the pain as his ass was being forced open by Marta’s Big Black Thunder.

“You’re doing great Baby,” Marta said lovingly. “Just open up your cunt a bit more. This has no vibrator. See? I’m doing this all for you, you and your sweet little hole. But Mommy’s going to split you open… NOW!”

“My God! I don’t think I can take any more of it!” Steven exclaimed.

“Oh, sorry my lil’ bitch let me put some more lube on this bad boy,” Marta said in a little girl voice, as she pulled the big black cock out of Steven’s ass. She couldn’t help noticing his cock had all but deflated. Men are such easy animals to read. When he got hard again, and he would, she would make him cum. She felt good knowing she had chosen well when she picked Steven as the next resident-fuck-toy of the island. She just needed to push him. Not too hard, but hard enough to see if he would present himself as a problem later on, for any of the other girls.

Steven leaned his head back, his eyes squeezed shut with a tear forming.

“I hate seeing my blonde baby bitch cry, you’re ruining your smoky eye makeup. Now stop that, you crying little whore! OK, turnover and face down on the bed. Yeah, like that, and bring your ass up, no, even higher Steven!”

Steven did as he was told. Marta pushed the head of the shlong into his ass, she could tell this would open him up good.

“See that tight little hinny of yours can take it. I knew it could.” She was about three inches into Steven as he sniffed another blast of the poppers. And just then he started to really loosen up and the big black cock pushed almost three fourths the way into his hole. She slapped the side of his ass hard and pushed another inch into his boy-cunt.

Marta was relentless and kept riding his ass, pulling out two to three inches and then plowing back into his hole. She reached under him and could feel his cock start to harden again.

Smiling like the true sex witch she was, she hissed, “Yeah, you like that don’t you, you little cunt-stick! You like me pushing my big black cock deep into your hole. I knew you’d be a great fuck the minute I saw your photos, especially the naked ones. You’ve got such a nice small skinny waist and a great little bubble butt! I couldn’t wait to fuck it. You’re gonna like it here, Steven. Some of the girls even like to eat ass. You’ll be in hog heaven.”

Marta slowed down a little but would pull the big black cock out of Steven’s ass and then push it back in nailing him super hard. Her goal was to see if she could break him, just by fucking him. If she couldn’t, he’d be suitable for the other island girls.

“Is my big black cock hitting your happy spot? Sometimes you gay cunt boys need the really big cocks to hit that spot just right! Tell me Steven!”

“Oh! Fuck yeah, Marta. Push your cock into me. Oh God!”

Marta could tell Steven was really getting into it now because he was also pushing back to meet her thrusts. She leaned over him and grabbed under his neck with one hand and pushed his head up toward her, making him arch his back down while she plowed into his hole. She looked happily at the bookcase by the bed knowing that she was being videotaped for the woman of the island so they could see how Steven performed.

“Oh! Marta! Fuck my ass, fuck me harder!”

This was all too much for Steven and he started to cum.

“Oh! Oh Fuck yeah! That’s it, YES, FUCK YEAH!!! Pound my ass!” Steven cried out and came onto the bed sheets as Marta held onto his hips like a cowgirl on a bronkin’ buck, her tits flapping around with the big black cock buried deep in his ass.

****

“Man, it’s a beautiful day for a Barbeque, Jared.” Steven said.

“Yeah, it’s this island weather. Have you seen the new guy?”

Steven shook his head, and said “No.”

Jared nodded, “I think he’s got great potential, ex-pro football player. I’ll introduce you.”

Jared and Steven walked up to the new guy who was looking around quizzicaly.

“Terrell! This here is Steven; he’s been here on the island for about two years.”

“Hey Terrell, Nice to meet ya,” Steven said warmly, pushing out his hand to shake Terrell’s.

Terrell shook his hand, “Glad to meet, you too Steven. Man, there are a lot of women on this island.”

Steven smiled at Jared and looked back at Terrell, “Mm hmm, yeah there‘s a reason for that, you’ll find out later when you meet Marta.”