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Patrick had to give it to William for making the truly impressive carriage. It was huge making it hard to be maneuvered and requiring more horses to be carried around, but luckily, Louis got an equally impressive coach, Pierre the stablemaster. The carriage’s exterior design was decorated with gold carvings making it look very opulent, there was even a stand at the front, behind the coach where Louis could stand if he chose to as the carriage moved. The inside was equally luxuriant with the curtains. It even had a built-in table, and the back seating could be pushed into a bed large enough for Patrick to bang the shit out of Louis. And when Louis could no longer hold the cum or his bladder inside, there was a built-in toilet as well at the back, behind the seating. William clearly knew what Patrick liked since he made the toilet wall out of thick, but visible glass. So as Louis shat into the hole leaving trails of cum and piss behind while the carriage moved, he could clearly see people outside staring at him expelling both his cum and Patrick’s piss out of his ass. Patrick didn’t mind pissing or even shitting while people saw him, but he just loved to make Louis do it especially because he knew Louis’s cock would stay rock hard the entire time. Most of the time it was only his entourage who saw him, but when they were passing a town, Patrick made Louis take his break. He was delighted to see the peasants’ faces who were expecting to see their magnificent emperor greeting and waving them as he passed. Instead, they saw the beautiful emperor naked as the day he was born shitting and pissing in his carriage, leaving his waste on their trail. They still cheered for him, but Louis could see a couple of them laughing at him. Thankfully, the knight was there to intimidate whoever laughed; yet, they did not attempt to cover Louis. In Patrick’s defense, Louis’s ass seemed to be ravenous afterward whenever Patrick made Louis do this, and Patrick loved an active and healthy asshole that can eat his dick alive.

At first, Louis tried to cover his body, but after a few more public shitting and poundings from Patrick, Louis no longer tried to cover his body. He even spread his legs wide to show his hard cock pissing or even cumming while he played with his tits. He also welcomed the stare more openly and confidently instead of being timid. The reaction from the people was also more “positive”. They were still flabbergasted when they first saw Louis in his birthday suit, but his confidence and charming smile, as well as his beautiful body, charmed his way into even louder cheers. He still could see some people laughing at him, but there were more people from the peasants themselves siding with him. And they said pretty privilege isn’t real.

Oh, and the carriage also had an opening behind the front seating where the coach’s cock and balls hung. It had a sliding door that Louis could open whenever he was in the mood for some sweaty meaty balls while Patrick fed him his sausage from behind. Pierre could also open the door if he wished to, but Pierre decided to leave it open seeing how often Louis slid open the door. When they discovered the space was wide enough for Louis to lap on Pierre’s ass, the sweaty musky hairy asshole was put on the menu. That was also when both Louis and Patrick, who were passionately fucking Louis from behind while embracing his man, discovered Pierre’s rotten fart. Louis was lapping on Pierre’s asshole while Patrick was kissing Louis’s cheeks when Pierre’s asshole suddenly opened and blasted them both with a stinking fart bomb.

“Fuck! Pierre! Are you trying to kill us!?”

Pierre heard Patrick scream, but he didn’t feel the slider closed. In fact, he heard Patrick fucked Louis even more furiously. So he emptied his gas inside the carriage and did it regularly from then on. Pierre knew how those nobles secretly loved the musk of hardworking men, and Patrick, although he started as barbarian, he probably had become one of those posh sissy pigs.

The fart was the reason why he could fuck the slut Charlotte on his marital bed while his husband was sleeping beside them. All he needed to do was straddle the sleeping cuck face with his ass and gave him the infamous eau de Pierre.

The first time he did it, he was fucking Charlotte standing and carrying her with her hammered pussy right beside the sleeping Basile’s face. The fuck suddenly woke up scaring the shit out of the much larger Pierre. The stablemaster turned around and farted out of fear. When he looked over his shoulder, after some quiet seconds passed, he noticed Basile’s eyes were back closed. So Pierre made it his ritual to feed Basile his fart before and after he railed the cuck’s wife, and he could do anything he wanted. His favorite position was fucking Charlotte on the cuck’s face making it slick and wet. He knew from Charlotte the cuck would wake up with a smug smile on his face because he believed he was such a hottie Charlotte wet herself whenever she was in his presence, despite never lasting more than 2 minutes.

They had just passed a town and Patrick was restocking his cum inside Louis’s ass when they heard a knock on the door. Patrick, of course, allowed the person in. The carriage didn’t stop, they were moving slowly enough that there wasn’t enough time left to stop. If they delay for a moment, then they could arrive late to Rome, not to mention the passage from Provence to Rome will be by the sea, and the sea is unpredictable. Thankfully, the steward, despite being old, hadn’t lost his bearing in his youthful year. He opened the door and nimbly hopped from his horse into the carriage without any stumble.

“Am I interrupting something, my lord? I can come back later if you wish.” Frederic said as his eyes were fixated on the spectacle in front of him.

Patrick was sitting on the carriage leisurely naked while his cock was implanted inside Louis who was rolled ass-up under him with his back against the front seating and legs under Patrick’s. Patrick let the carriage rock his cock in and out of Louis while he relaxed, his favorite position whenever he just wanted to enjoy Louis’s ass massage without any effort.

“Come in!” Patrick said, reaching over Louis’s ass to pat the seat right across him.

Frederic obeyed and sat with Louis’s ass in between his legs. His eyes never went away from the spanked reddish-white ass. He looked over the ass, between the legs and Patrick’s cock, and saw Louis looking at him, biting his lips while pinching his nipples.

Frederic gulped, “Are you sure my lord? I can come some other time.”

Patrick gave him a mischievous grin, “Nah. I have a better idea. Whipped out your cock.”

               “Pardon?” Frederic was waiting for Patrick to say he was joking, but he never did.

               “Don’t make me wait, Steward. You don’t have a realm to keep you busy here, and you’re no Ferdinand, the old fart. Yet you could rival him in his celibacy.” Patrick closed his eyes as he felt Louis’s ass clamp down on his cock when the carriage shook on a rough path.

“I meant no disrespect. I am a man and I can proudly say I am as active as you when I was a virile young man and no stranger to a man’s ass. I am an Occitan, and our knights aren’t as… reserved as the Frankish. Although I am still a great lover, as you see I am no longer young.”

Patrick smirked, noticing the omission, “And yet you’re still virile. Tell me, whose bitch you got pregnant?”

“I am afraid I cannot say. You have to understand, that while this is not a huge matter in my homeland, the Frankish court isn’t as forgiving. I will lose my standing if they know.”

“Well, don’t fret. Your most magnificent slutty emperor and I are working on it. That being said, I think it’s only right your emperor deserved something more from you, other than your loyalty, for the trouble he is getting to help you lazy asses just to get naked and fuck on the street.” Patrick pulled out his cock, and spread open Louis’s ass. He pushed Louis’s body a bit forward so Frederic could see Louis’s slutty hungry whore face while he twitched his asshole furiously.

Frederic bit his lower lip, but ultimately, he pulled down his trousers, revealing a girthy 5” cock. “I don’t have a hammer like your cock my lord, but at least let me be proud for beating you in girth.”

Patrick snorted while Frederic smugly grinned at him. He pushed his cock in and for the first time in a while, Louis felt his asshole was stretched to a new limit. Both of them groaned.

“You moan just like my wife. Though I had men on my bed every night before our wedding, she was my sweetheart and a piece of my soul. I was lucky to be married to her. We knew we were a kindred soul split in two. So, when my father died, we proved just that. We tried every single knight and maiden in my castle together. Sometimes, I’d even let the peasants off the hook for not meeting the year tithe in return for their bodies. When she died, I was devastated. Sex no longer excites me as it used to. I am still a man with needs, so I look for relief whenever I need to, but never out of desire.”

He ground on Louis slowly, enjoying the sensation he missed for years. He had sex once or twice, but this time, it felt different. For once, he was enjoying it, not doing it out of necessity.

“I thought you will be the same boring ass ruler as your father. But I am glad to see you this… livelier. Who the fuck am I lying to, I like seeing your slutty like this. It awakens something in me like my wife did years ago. You Frankish love to gloat your code of chivalry to us, let me show you how we, Occitans, fuck your women.”

Frederic pulled and spread open Louis’s legs even more, giving Patrick a clearer show of how his thick cock stretching the puffed asshole even more. despite fucking in a confined space, Frederic managed to hammer his entire cock in and out of Louis with precision and power. He even used the carriage sways and shakes to implant and impale his cock deeper inside Louis. Seeing how this almost fifty youthful old man fuck, Patrick was sure Frederic was trying to ruin Louis’s hole for him. Louis’s cum covered face was just dried before Frederic came, now it was already slick thanks to Frederic’s cock pumping pre-cum out of Louis’s cock at every hard thrust.

Frederic was no novice in bed, and it was shown when he pulled Patrick’s face close to his as he breathed on his nose. Sex was about the pleasure of everyone in bed, and Frederic knew how to pleasure everyone. “I told you I am a great lover.” He kissed down Patrick’s throat, making him the submissive in the kiss and Patrick couldn’t do anything about it.

Frederic used one hand to pinch Patrick’s nipples while the other to work Patrick’s big cock. When he was done neutralizing Patrick by taking his breath away, Frederic pounced on Patrick’s neck. He planted very visible kiss marks on Patrick’s neck, it was a couple of kiss marks in the shape of a rose. Frederic was the previous Knight of Rose before Lancelot.

Frederic was the one who fashioned markings as a sign of “conquests”, and although he put that in many parts of the “conquered” body, the neck was his favorite part. Some of the conquered, many were knights, proudly tattooed the rose on their body, it’s not every day you could lay with a famous knight. Many of the Occitan knights followed his lead and used coat of arms instead as a tally and a mark on the body of their conquest, some of them were forced to be tattooed. Frederic was a gentleman and openly abhorred the practice.

Making the mark was a long process but a sign of expertise in bed. After all, just like Patrick, the conquered could realize what was happening and break away at any time. Frederic showed the difference between those who enjoy sex and those who understand sex. He masterfully switched between marking Patrick’s neck and making out with Patrick while shoving his spit down Patrick’s throat. With enough stimulation on his tits, cock, and neck, the kiss was getting even more intense. Patrick’s tongue was left hanging whenever Frederick’s mouth left, and when the mouth was back, Patrick tried to fight for dominance, but he was back as the recipient. They said a kiss was as addicting as a drug, and Frederic certainly knew how to shove the drug down Patrick’s throat.

Louis wasn’t left alone. Besides the hard pounding that hadn’t stopped even a single second, he was also served feet full of toes that he greedily sucked, one by one. Even while he was busy with Patrick, Frederic managed to offer Louis his toes one by one. Frederic even stuck one of his toes inside Louis’s nose and had the emperor suck it clean after. He also made Louis help him with Patrick by offering him Patrick’s toes to suck on.

Patrick was so lost in his fuck fog that he let Frederic slap his face like a little slut, pinched his nipples hard, and smother his face in Frederic’s surprisingly thick pits.

Frederic slapped Patrick’s face hard to return enough conscience that he was aware of the surroundings, but still not out of his lust. He pulled Patrick’s head back by the hair and the mouth opened by hooking his fingers to Patrick’s lower mouth.

Patrick watched as the handsome old man looked down at him smirking, before letting down a huge glob of spit trailing down his mouth slowly into Patrick’s opened mouth. Frederic forbade Patrick to close his mouth, and kept pouring spit until enough was gathered on the back of his throat. That was when Frederic let him close his mouth as he stared down at Patrick as he gulped down the spit.

Patrick welcomed Frederic’s mouth when it went back to devour his own. He gasped loudly into Frederic’s mouth when he felt something breach his tight ass, but Frederic’s kiss was even more intoxicating.

Frederic pulled away and bitch-slapped Patrick’s face again before jamming his fingers hard into Patrick. He wanted Patrick to know he had a finger up his ass, a message that was clearly well received seeing how Patrick’s cheeks turned crimson.

Frederic was still smiling down at Patrick when the red-head stud felt a second finger tried to pry his ass open. This time, there was no kiss to fog the sensation. He could feel the tip of the finger breaching in, and as it traveled inside his tight tunnel until it was fully inside all the while looking at Frederic smiling down at him. Frederic leaned in and Patrick was ready to open his mouth, even his tongue was sticking out to welcome Frederic, but the old man retracted and laughed at his eagerness.

Patrick’s cheeks were even more crimson, but before he could pull his tongue back, Frederic had pushed two fingers up his mouth. Patrick could smell and taste his ass on those fingers.

Frederic bit down Patrick’s ear as he shoved those fingers roughly around Patrick’s mouth. “You talk a lot about sex and stud, but you don’t even know what you want boy. None of you Leinster fuck understand. You see sex as a tool, but sex is more than that. It’s desire, beauty, love, and art.” he whispered, “Can you smell it, your ass pussy creaming itself for me to take its cherry?”

He pulled the fingers out and rammed it again up the hole, pushing it harder, and clawed inside Patrick’s ass while Patrick groaned. He shut Patrick’s mouth with his fingers again, “Can you taste it? Your speech of sex liberation and freedom that come out of your ass? Taste exactly like what it was, bullshit. You told the Frankish to open their ass, and yet here you are with an ass full of shit! I’ll show you what you want! Hold your legs!” With a single slap and a finger up his joybutton, Patrick was holding his legs with all his dear life.

Frederic pulled Patrick’s waist closer so his ass was closer to Louis’s ass, but still left enough space for Louis to look at Frederic’s face. He pushed two fingers into Patrick’s once more as he picked up his pace on Louis’s ass. He used his free hand to work Patrick’s cock, making the man try his best to hold his moan that eventually broke out when Frederic pushed a third finger.

His ass was stretched with three bony fingers and yet when the fingers found his joy button at the same time Frederic’s magic hands worked on his glans, he melted like butter. The ass began pushing out, welcoming the fingers. Frederic truly showed what a veteran like him could do to a boy ass like Patrick’s with his hands, and Patrick never had come with his own hands when he learned to fuck, and yet, as Frederic mercilessly worked his cock and asshole, he felt his cum building up.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me!” Patrick yelled as he shot at the ceiling.

“Fuck yes!” Both Frederic and Louis, whose face was covered in Frederic’s feet, also came at the same time. Louis was shooting down the feet while Frederic filled Louis’s ass with veteran cum.

Frederic pulled Patrick’s head by the hair so the man could watch as Frederic pulled his fingers out of his half-christened cunt and sank it deep inside Louis’s sloppy ass.

Patrick’s glazed eyes watched as the fingers dug the cum out of Louis’s ass and offered it straight to his face.

“Sexual freedom, right, boy?” He heard the old man mocked him as he opened his mouth.

Frederic roughly fed Patrick his cum, all the while shoving his cum-glazed feet into Louis to be cleaned. When he was done and no more cum left both in Louis and on his feet, Frederic suddenly made a weird face and pushed his cock on Patrick’s asshole. He let out a satisfied sigh when the last glob of cum came out of the cock onto Patrick’s hole.

 “I hope you can learn new things, kiddo.” He continued to slap Patrick hard on the hole making the man yelp.

“Anyway, I was going to report it’s going to storm a few days from now, so we might want to hurry to a nearby town. Or we’ll have to look for a nearby farmhouse.” Frederic pulled up his trouser and looked at Patrick still holding his legs, with cum still slick on his hole and body messed with cum. He forgot how much fun it was to mess with young mans.

Frederic left Patrick’s ass hanging on the seating, pried opened and breached, but not plundered. Strangely, it felt even more infuriating. It was even worse because now he was left wanting for more. Just like what Frederic wanted.

The journey to Rome was long, but Louis and Patrick managed to find fun times during the journey with each other, their entourage, and even the noble houses they stayed in during the night. When they could find a noble house to sleep at night, they’d sent a notice to the said lord to prepare dinner for them. There was not much that these lords could do when their king paid a surprise visit to them, so they obeyed hoping that all went well. Most of the time, things went mediocre, Louis had a feast and then christened the lord’s master bedroom in Patrick and his cum. They did make a pass at the nobles’ court, their sons, and someone they fancy, but it never developed into the degeneracy in Louis’s feasts. Not that they were trying to. If the person responded well, they’d have a night with the said person, but if they didn’t, well, Louis didn’t pursue further. Most of the lords who were aware of Louis’s intention often directed him to their sons, usually the youngest who wouldn’t inherit any land in the hope of them joining his court. Of course, there were a few lords who took matters into their own hands and banged the shit out of Louis themselves for pleasure. Louis wasn’t the only center of attention as when they noticed the closeness between Patrick and Louis, and the Leinster man’s lingering gaze at them, mostly young lithe beautiful men, they too made a pass at the emperor’s “companion”. Louis got to sample cocks, and Patrick got to sample holes, sometimes at different times, and sometimes they sampled it together.

One such example was their sleepover at House Tulipe’s manor, a minor noble family barely recognizable with a small number of men to their name. The house head, Gregory Tulipe, was in his thirties while his twin sons were just turned teenagers, Edmond and Edward Tulipe. He also had a daughter, Edwige Tulipe, in her twenties who married a lowborn-turned-knight in his thirties named Anton. Anton won her hands in marriage through a contest held by Gregory, the worst outcome the house head could’ve gotten, and gave himself Arsene as his house name. The twins might be still teenagers, but they know how to please a man. Patrick absolutely loved when he laid on the edge of the master bed having both of the twins suckled on each of his balls while their dad bobbed on his cock all the while rutting on Louis’s upturned asshole on the floor. The next morning, after learning about the “fertility” problem that Gregory’s daughter had, Patrick visited the lady in her bed-chamber and made her husband watch as Patrick “fixed” the problem. He made her husband clean his cock, and dumped a second load down the hunky knight’s throat while he was at it.

The nights they spent camping in the woods were a fuckfest in it itself. Louis didn’t like the food, but at least, he got his knights to season his dinner with their cum. His favorite time was the game because, well, he got to be the game, while the kingsguards and the knights fought for him. There was usually a bet being placed; besides money, it was where Louis would spend the rest of his night, in his room with Patrick or at the knights’ tent being passed around. It wasn’t a huge deal for Patrick since there were a lot of willing holes among the knights themselves to replace Louis.

The games were as idiotic as you can guess. There was the hunting game, where Louis became the prey while Patrick and the knights became the hunters, each had their own bucket on the side. Louis was placed in the middle while the knights and the Kingsguards fought to fuck Louis, cum inside him, and then carried Louis to shit their cum inside the bucket. The winner was the one with the most cum. Then there was also a lame archery game where they had to shoot as much cum as possible into Louis’s hole, the farthest win. The more advanced game from this was the yarn ball where they had to throw a ball of yarn into Louis’s asshole from a short distance. Louis was rolled up with hands spreading his asscheeks. The challenge was to keep Louis’s asshole wide open, and they were only given 5 minutes to do so, and only cock may stretch the asshole. If the yarn ball missed, the thrower had to drink, if it went in, then the thrower can do anything to the opponent excluding penetration, but they could have the opponent drink instead. Patrick loved to rim the opponent when he got the chance. Even if he lost Louis’s ass for the night, he got another one prepared and ready for him.

Louis was bouncing off Pontikos’s “clit” in his tent while Patrick and Connor had their lads’ time spit-roasting Sean. It had been a while since Patrick stuck his cock in Sean’s hole, which was weird for him considering Sean had an insatiable thirst for Patrick’s cock from time to time. Ever since Sean got a taste of Connor’s dick in his butt, he had seldom looked for Patrick anymore, not even the occasional flirt. Even in that tent, Connor was the one occupying Sean’s ass after 3 rounds, and only on the 4th round Sean took Patrick up his sloppy hole, by Connor’s order. To say it didn’t hurt Patrick’s pride would be a lie, so he was determined to ruin Sean’s hole for Connor’s cock since his cock was way thicker than Connor’s. When Sean was back on Connor, it didn’t seem to do anything since Sean was still squealing like a little slut on Connor’s cock. What a fucking slut.

It was then a soldier came into the tent, informing them dinner was ready.

“You heard him, let’s go.” Patrick roughly pulled Louis away from Pontikos’s clit.

“Nah, I think I’ll stay, I still have a few nuts ready for our dear best friend here,” Connor said sweetly gyrating his hips slowly into Sean’s approving butt.

Patrick felt as if he wanted to puke.

He pulled Sean off Connor by the hair and shouted, “When I said we’re going, that means we’re going! You hear me!?”

Everyone, including Patrick himself, was surprised by the outburst.

Connor’s dick was limp within a second and he looked down almost as if he was going to cry, “Yes, Patrick.” He muttered slowly, clearly holding off a tear, and walked outside.

“What the fuck, man!? What was that?” Sean slapped Patrick’s shoulder hard, Patrick knew Sean was holding himself hard not to punch him in the face.

“I… I don’t know…”

“You better figure out, shithead! I thought things been working well with you, but it clearly doesn’t.” Sean looked like he was about to throw a punch, and honestly, if he did, Patrick wouldn’t retaliate, he knew he deserved the punch. Sean decided against it and walked away as well.

“Are you okay?” Louis asked him, caressing his shoulder.

Patrick let out a sigh, and before he could answer he heard Sean say, “Oh, fuck it!”

When Patrick turned his back, Sean was already on his face, and a sudden pain shot through his balls. Sean had kneed Patrick right on the balls, twice. When Patrick fell to the ground, Sean quickly pantsed Patrick and gave him two very hard slaps on each rump. He spat at him for good measure before leaving the tent, for good.

“Well, I don’t know what you want to answer before, but you’re clearly not okay now.” Louis suddenly said making the crouching man with broken balls and a burning butt scoff at him.

They were late to dinner because Louis had to warm Patrick’s balls and butt with his mouth and tongue first. Sean wasn’t playing around whenever he threw punches and all this time, Patrick always thought he got Sean beaten in terms of prowess. But, even if he got Sean beat, the slut could still break his balls if he wanted to. Patrick tried to walk as normally as possible even though his balls were still in pain whenever he made a step. When they were close to the eating area, Patrick groaned loudly when Louis suddenly love-tapped his balls from behind. Patrick shot his husband a death glare which Louis replied with a naughty smile.

It was so unlike Louis, but living with Patrick and the Leinster, he started to grow a little bit of a mean streak in him. They do say you become more similar to the person you love each passing day.

Connor and Sean already finished their dinner, so Patrick didn’t see them. To be frank, Patrick didn’t want to see them, yet. He wasn’t ready to face Connor because he felt guilty shouting at his best friend like that. Especially since he, of all people, should’ve known how soft Connor’s feeling was. Connor might be a beast in bed, but he was a sweetheart through and through.

Patrick didn’t lose the game after, he was crushed. Frederic’s youngest son, Leo, won against him by a landslide, 0-3 in every single game, and he gloated his win over the rest of them. He was a barely twenty small-toned guy with a clear muscle definition. It was after kissing Frederic did Patrick noticed from whom Leo got his talent for kissing. His ass was tight the first time Patrick breached it, but now it had become accustomed to big dicks. Unlike his two older brothers who were complete sub sluts, he had a little bit of dominance in him. For him, a pleasure of sex is a pleasure of sex whether you got it from the butt or the dick. He was as excited to be fuck by Patrick or to fuck Louis. And after winning the matches, he was but too eager to sink his dick inside the emperor.

At midnight, Louis was already tied hanging on a portable sling while Leo, the chad of the night, was ready to be the first dip inside Louis’s ass for the night. He knew Louis already had copious cum inside of him, but nobody in the army ever minded sloppy cunt.

But, of course, Patrick had to ruin his fun because he wasn’t in the mood to let people win over him. He called Leo just before he pushed his cock in, and carried the smaller man on his shoulder to his tent along with his two brothers.

The journey was pretty much similar from then on, with the games and the sex forfeit, and Patrick still hadn’t talked to Connor or Sean.

They arrived at the castle where Lord Arnaud Capet, Duke of Bourbonnais, resided. He was the father of Jamie and one of the seven dukes serving Louis. He was also Louis’s uncle from his marriage to Louis’s aunt, Alexandra Carolingian, whom Patrick had never seen. Though House Capet had been serving the crown for ages, Louis did warn Patrick to be cautious as Capet was a branch of their house and was the closest to the succession even without Arnaud’s marriage to Alexandra. Arnaud in particular was not a supporter of Charles although he wasn’t vocal about it.

When the carriage arrived at the courtyard, there were many men, some of whom Louis recognized as Arnaud’s vassal lords along with their sons, awaiting their arrival at a distance while three people stood closer. As Louis stepped, it was Alexandra who rushed to meet him and hugged him.

“Louis! It’s been too long!”

“It’s been a while, Aunty,” Louis said smiling at her.

“It feels like you’ve only been crowned yesterday. Now, look at you!”

Patrick did take a good look at her, high cheekbones, pointy nose, and piercing blue eyes. Despite being in her forties, she looked youthful with only a thin wrinkle on her forehead. Her straight blonde hair reached her waist, and her body still looked amazing even covered by her long opulent gown. When Patrick looked back at her, she was looking at him.

“My, and you looked better than what I heard. Everything is good, I promise. Kiss my hand.” She extended her hand to Patrick.

Patrick raised his eyebrow, but took her hand and kissed the back lightly, “My name is Patrick MacCarthal, my lady,” he looked up and gazed at her with his seductive confident eyes that made Louis beside him roll his eyes, “And who did you hear about me from?”

Alexandra smiled coyly at him, “My son, of course. And people talk and gossip all the time in court, Patrick. I am sure you should’ve learned that by now.”

“Of course, I never thought the gossip arrived this far.”

“You’ll find news like death, birth, and pregnancies spread like wildfire in vines, my lord.”

Patrick looked at the man who spoke. He wore nothing but a pair of trousers and was glistening with sweat. He was a tall muscular man with broad shoulders, very handsome with small eyes and thin lips. He had chestnut hair and a mustache on the otherwise smooth face. His body was not overtly muscular or toned but thick without any fat. It was also as smooth as a baby’s butt. Veins were visible all over his arms. He could also tell under the night, the man had a pair of firm muscle cheeks above his muscular thighs. The man was older than Louis and Patrick, perhaps only by a couple of years, but he already looked mature.

“Names, Florian, my lord. Your Highness’s half-cousin.” The man answered.

“That’s one way to describe a bastard.” An unimpressive old man with a thin beard and almost balding blonde hair spoke. His body filled his outfit, not from muscle, but from fat. He wasn’t overweight, but he did have a pronounced beer gut.

Alexandra rolled his eyes, “Darling! Louis might be your nephew, but he’s still the new emperor.” Alexandra looked at Louis, “Please forgive him, he is a crude man and sometimes forgets that he’s a duke. He’s getting worse now that he’s getting old,” She mouthed quietly, “The wrinkles.”

Louis shook his head lightly, “Don’t worry, Aunty. We are a guest in his castle, after all, he may speak as he pleases. I don’t want him to feel unwelcome in his own house.”

Alexandra was about to open her mouth when Arnaud cut her off and pulled Louis by the waist, “Now that was different than your father, a good one, if I may say so myself. He much rather kept people with a dagger behind their back, and look where that got him. Since you’ve allowed me to speak my mind, I would appreciate it if all of you stopped yapping like a bunch of ladies, and let’s head to the dining hall. Your Highness must be hungry.”

As he was escorted inside, Louis could feel Arnaud’s hand feeling his butt.

Patrick who was walking a little bit behind could see the hand groping Louis’s ass, just like the lords behind him and their entourage could, yet they didn’t utter a single word.

Lord Arnaud escorted Louis to his seat, on his right side, as he took the main seat. Alexandra sat on the left side of her husband, while the lords took theirs on the available seat, but they did leave the seat beside Louis for Patrick. A dazzling twink with neatly combed and gelled blonde hair and a wicked smile pulled both of Louis and Patrick’s chairs as they took their seat.

The twink seated beside a middle-aged man with sandy blonde hair who clearly was his father, while the other lord took the seat across him. The sandy blonde family, the Fray, was one of Capet’s bannerhouses, and also arguably one of the most loyal to them. They were known for their dazzling and handsome knights. The head of the house, Lord Denam Fray, was one of the most famous knights in his youth, though he wasn’t the best, he knew how to attract people. He had both guile and brain to play the court politics that landed him prestige and his wife, Olivia Pichon, cousin to Corentin, the king of Brittany. He had three children with her, the oldest, Myrdin Fray, was the handsome twink who almost reached his adulthood, the one who pulled the seat for Louis and Patrick. The daughter was only a pre-teen while the youngest son was only a baby. Olivia had a lot of miscarriages in her earlier pregnancies, which was why Myrdin was young despite Denam marrying Olivia before he even turned twenty.

The other lord was Lord Vyce Gallet who was also in his thirties like Denam Fray. They were serving as knight together, yet Denam was more famous than him, not because he was weaker, he was built like a brick after all. He just didn’t have the charm that Denam had. House Gallet was one of the ancient houses that served House Capet ever since the founding of the Capetian branch, so their loyalty was unquestionable. Lord Vyce is a handsome hunk dilf with dark hair and a full beard. he looked intimidating, but everyone he had spoken to knew he was an all-around nice person. He was seated with his three daughters, all of whom were unmarried, with the oldest being just turned into marriage age. The other two were children two years apart from each other. As his wife had died during the childbirth of their stillborn son, he recently took a new wife from a local lord who was as young as her own oldest daughter. As the wife was heavily pregnant with her first child, she couldn’t attend the dinner.

As they dined and talked, Patrick noted that the bastard, Florian, didn’t take any seat and instead remained standing as he attained to Arnaud’s business, from pouring wine into his cup to wiping the lord’s mouth. Arnaud even made him carry a chamberpot for him to piss and made Florian wipe his dick clean. The man’s face was stoic almost expressionless, like he had been doing it for too many times to be embarrassed.

As dinner chatters came to an end and the plates were all empty, Alexandra ushered them all to the hallway where they hosted the ball. They apparently had hired a bard to play music for the occasion.

Alexandra clapped her hands cheerfully before she giddily ushered both Patrick and Louis to dance.

“I know it’s not part of your culture, but if you will make an appearance together, both of you will have to dance together!”

“Why exactly?” Louis questioned.

“To make a show, of course! People need to know dear handsome Patrick here is your closest ally! It is also to show that you are not afraid to make changes and as headstrong as your father was, but better because you are more sociable! Besides,” Alexandra leaned in to whisper, “He’s hot! I will go to every ball and show my man around if Arnaud was as hot as him!”

Louis blushed, but he didn’t reply. He turned to Patrick, “I know you take dancing class, but you don’t have to do this if you’re not confident.”

Yeah, the dancing class with Gabrielle Mongeau, was more like fucking class since that cumdump couldn’t keep his ass off Patrick’s dick for more than five minutes. At least the man knew how to use that dancer’s bubble butt to massage the cock inside.

“Not confident? Since when I am not confident?” Patrick asked more to himself than to boast his confidence. His body was as stiff as a rock as he said that.

Louis rolled his eyes and sighed, “Fine… I know you at least know how to count the beat. I’ll help you.” He said as he comically pulled Patrick’s stiff body to the dance floor.

The dance wasn’t horrible. Patrick already knew how to count, and didn’t step on Louis’s even feet once. But it was clearly amateurish and Patrick was stiff throughout the dance. It was mediocre at best, but when they ended the dance, the people still clapped.

“It was a little bit stiff but I am sure your feet will pick up soon enough, darling,” Alexandra said with a smile, but her tone was of that snobbish woman who tried to console people but couldn’t hide the bile of venom in her voice.

I’ll show you what stiff, Patrick wished he could shout at her face. As they went back to their seat, Patrick could see the Fray giggling at them, even the Gallet daughters.

“Well, I think it is our time,” Alexandra announced.

“What time? Who did you mean by ‘our’?” Arnaud, who was peacefully drinking his wine, asked when he heard the dreaded cheerful sound of her wife.

She quickly pulled her husband to the dance with her. Lord Arnaud looked as if he was going to die of boredom, but to his credit, as soon as they began dancing, his demeanor changed from an irritable old fart to a gentle knight in his prime who danced with a princess, and she treated Alexandra on the dance floor as such. He swayed her around and guided the dance with such poise yet gentleness in the movement. He was showing Alexandra around and yet, careful enough not to hurt her. Alexandra in turn danced like she was made of glass, beautiful but fragile. The perfect combination of beauty. As they ended their dance, all of them clapped and Arnaud changed back to his irritable self.

They couldn’t see much of Alexandra’s encore since the dazzling smile from the blonde twink, Myrdin Fray, blocked the way. He bowed, “May I ask you for a dance, your highness?” He looked up and offered Louis his hand as he gave Louis a half smile that clearly showed his charm and cockiness at the same time. As Louis accepted his hand, Myrdin glanced at Patrick, maintaining his smile, but Patrick could see the brat’s half-smile extended to a smirk. It was the smile that made every woman weak in the knee and their husband boiling both in the head and the crotch, and man, if Patrick wasn’t boiling.

Myrdin knew his feet around the dance floor as he led the dance and made it as if Louis was a puppet in his hand. He led, and controlled, the dance in all manner and sense. His hands weren’t sitting idly either, even before the dance, he was already groping Louis’s butt and even sneaking a middle finger at Patrick. As the dance continued, Myrdin’s hand never left the butt as it kept groping and squeezing it. He was a young hot-blooded teen and it showed as the dance going on. Whenever his eyes caught Louis’s rump, he couldn’t stop his hand from swinging and making the emperor’s ass jiggle, and whenever Louis turned his back to Myrdin, the teen would rush forward and humped Louis’s ass. In one of the moves where Myrdin lifted Louis by the thighs, the teen couldn’t look away from Louis’s ass just a few inches above his face. And by the time he had to let Louis down, he let the whole ass fall onto his face and held it there. His chest was heaving up and down, while Louis above him looked shocked at first, but giggling as he wiggled his ass. Myrdin let out a long loud wolf grunt as he wiggled his face deeper. As he let Louis done, his face was flushed red and his gelled hair was undone. His groomed persona shattered as the clump of hair stuck out and fell to his face. Despite being younger, he lifted Louis easily for their dance moves, and in one of the moves where Louis swing from Myrdin’s hand to leg-lock Myrdin’s waist, the teenager deliberately thrust his hip upward so Louis’s firm cushioning hit his hardening cock. As a finished move, Myrdin turned Louis who was hanging by his waist over facing Myrdin, so Louis was hanging facing the floor instead. Louis who knew his cure, spread his arms wide like he was flying. Of course, Myrdin had positioned Louis a little bit lower so his crotch directly faced Louis’s plump rump. As if forgetting where he was, he grabbed Louis by the waist and humped hard, so hard that Louis almost fell from his position and hit the floor.

Patrick was dying for a reason to smack the smug shithead’s face so when it was delivered to him on a silver platter, he stepped right in. Too bad, the dickhead’s father was already there separating Louis and Myrdin before Patrick could throw a punch or two. He might be a coward, but he only was to guys who were stronger than him. The pansy-ass Myrdin might have a toned body, but Patrick knew he could take him easily. Myrdin’s dad? He could get his ass handed to him, so Patrick opted to look menacingly instead.

“Are you, okay, Your Highness?” Denam asked with his low baritone voice.

Louis stood and quickly stepped in between Denam and Patrick, “I am okay! It was a fun dance although a little bit of self-control might be in order.”

“Apologize to His Highness,” Denam said sternly to his son who looked like a dog being scolded.

“I am sorry, Your Highness, I went overboard.”

“Your apology accepted, though I have to say you’re quite a good dancer.”

Denam didn’t want his son to embarrass their family further, pulled him away quickly.

“It is to be expected, he is young after all, isn’t that right, lord Vyce?” Alexandra said with the hunk middle-aged man in her tow, looking at Louis as if he was mesmerized. “Ehem!” Alexandra coughed.

“Wh-what?” Vyce’s cheeks turned rosy red when he was caught staring.

“As I was saying, why don’t you let my nephew here know how dancing with a more mature man felt like, so he could choose whom he preferred.”

Louis looked at his aunt confused by the last sentence, but Alexandra only winked at him as she pushed Vyce to Louis.

“Ehem, I hope you won’t mind dancing with me, your highness.”

“Of course not, Lord Vyce.”

The dance was slow and sweet, and Vyce was respectful as well. He even asked Louis what moves he wanted to do and what moves to do after. It was sweet and cute, but Louis was bored, even when Louis asked what Vyce wanted to do, he replied with whatever Louis wanted. What a gentleman.

“What if I want you to sniff my ass just like Lord Myrdin did earlier?” Louis didn’t get his answer, he was lifted by the thighs and after a second he fell ass first to Vyce’s face. And as if he wanted to show off, Vyce let go of his hands and carried Louis around with his face deep in Louis’s crack.  Louis expertly locked his legs on Vyce’s strong neck and fell gracefully downward, letting half of Vyce’s face off his ass. Only Vyce’s eyes and hair were visible, but they were clearly blissful as Vyce was no longer aware of his surroundings.

Louis swung right on Vyce’s crotch, his nose was hitting the space between Vyce’s balls while the rock-hard shaft hit Louis’s neck. It was a short one, maybe 4” or 5” but very thick.

Vyce let out a low, “Oh!” muffled by Louis’s ass, but when Louis gave a wicked suck on one of the pants-covered balls, Vyce let out a more pronounced, “Ohhmmpphh!” as his eyes rolled back.

Louis let go of Vyce’s neck and gracefully fell on his hands, before doing a split right after, revealing Vyce’s small but pronounced cock-tent. He then rose slowly, ass sticking on Vyce’s legs as it traveled up, and when the rump reach under the tent, Louis could feel the huge balls on his ass. Louis pressed his ass harder on them, making Vyce let out a long and loud moan as his body shuddered and a wet patch appeared and grew on Vyce’s crotch.

“Mature my ass…” Patrick heard Myrdin mumbled, along with the ladies’ giggles, including Vyce’s own daughters.

Vyce, whose eyes had been closed as he enjoyed his reverie, opened his eyes back and saw everyone, including his daughters, giggling at him. His cheeks turned red as he instinctively grabbed his wet crotch and clasped his thighs closed, appearing even more childish than Myrdin was. “Your Highness! I… I don’t know… I… I am sorry! I didn’t mean to… I mean…” He kept stuttering with pearls of tears gathered on the side of his eyes.

“It’s fine my lord! I am glad to know your age hasn’t caught you yet.” Louis said with a smile that looked reassuring, but Patrick knew it was just as passive-aggressively demeaning as the giggles. Patrick felt a familiar sense of wary as if he was around a pack of wolves, a different kind of horny macho wolves he used to deal with in Leinster, but wolves nonetheless.

“Umm… I… Sorry… Pants… Apology… I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s fine my lord! You can change your trousers.” Louis excused the poor man who rushed out of the room grabbing his crotch like his balls would fall off if he let go still with his thighs closed together.

“Like aunt, like nephew. Always playing with the poor guy.” Arnaud grunted.

“What? It’s not my fault lord Vyce is so cute!” Alexandra defended herself.

It was then Lord Denam suddenly approached Louis, tapping his back to gain the emperor’s attention.

“Yes, lord Denam?”

“I hope you’d be willing to grant me a dance with you, your highness. Think of it as making up for my son’s mistake.” The blonde daddy leaned his head a bit while offering his hand.

Louis whose sluttiness certainly had been awaken by his antics with Vyce, grinned and accepted Denam’s hand which he found rough with calluses.

Louis, like most men before him, led Denam to guide him through the dance, but unlike Myrdin who clearly forcefully made Louis dance the way he wanted, Lord Denam let Louis move as he pleased, and yet, it was as if Louis was moving for him. He grazed his lips on Louis’s neck when they moved closer, each of his hands smoothly sliding on Louis’s crack many times during their dance.

In moves such as when he lifted Louis’s hips to fling him over his shoulder, he made sure Louis’s face was firmly pressed in his sweaty pits. In moves where he had to swing Louis from behind in between his legs, he purposefully made Louis fail the between-legs swing a couple of times by making Louis’s face slammed on Denam’s asscrack hard, yet it was as if Louis was the one making mistake. Louis had to redo the move a couple of times for his pride as a dancer, and Denam was more than overjoyed to slam the emperor’s pretty face on his ass a couple of times more. Louis thought Denam farted in one of those times he slammed straight into the lord’s ass, but he wasn’t sure. When Louis finally made it, he made sure Louis’s nose was firmly hitting his balls and cockhead as he pulled Louis to stand. Louis did try to get back at Denam with his usual moves, swinging from Denam’s arm and slamming his as on Denam’s groin, but Denam braced the impact with grace and smoothly turned Louis over, so Louis was standing with his back facing Denam. Then Louis felt Denam’s hand on his crack again, and when he said jump, Louis knew Denam was going to lift him. He didn’t expect Denam would be lifting him not with his palm, but his knuckles as the middle fingers pierced a hole straight into Lous’s prostate. As Denam held Louis above his head with a hand deep in Louis’s crack, Louis became stiff and his face contorted in a blissful, yet very sultry, as his cock bulged obscenely. He grunted when Denam pushed him up and when he let Louis down, but Denam wasn’t done. Right after, he pushed Louis back up and it was so much pleasure on his prostate that Louis shuddered as he came right there in front of everyone. Denam still wasn’t done. Like a puppet, he led Louis to jump around circling the room so everyone could see his trousers becoming wetter and wetter with each jump.

After making rounds, they went back to the middle of the dance floor, and Denam made Louis do the same move he did with Myrdin, hanging on Denam’s arms as he was held and spreading his arms like a bird, which Louis did perfectly despite his face looking as if he was still cumming, which he was. In that position, everyone could see Denam’s hand in Louis’s crack as well, though they couldn’t see the finger.

Like a true gentleman, Denam helped Louis to stand back up on his feet, showing Louis and his wet pants in all of his glory.

Louis who finally realized his state when Myrdin let out a chuckle, coughed and covered his crotch slightly with his hands. Despite trying his best to appear modest and not embarrassed, Louis’s cheeks were rose red. He might have appeared indecent many times, but all of that was in front of his own courtiers. Certainly not in front of his aunt.

“I am sorry for… the indecent display. I might’ve enjoyed the dance a bit too much.”

“Don’t worry, Your Highness, it happens to the best of us,” Denam reassured him with even less sincerity than Louis gave to Vyce earlier.

“It definitely happened before. Lord Denam is well-known for his feet and quick wit both on and on the dancefloor. But I think you need to change your trousers as well before you catch a cold, my dear. I’ll fetch you, my servants.”

“No, it’s fine, Aunty. Lord Vyce hasn’t back yet, so he might still be in the dressing room. I’ll ask him for help.”

Alexandra beamed when Louis said that, but she tried not to be as excited when she said, “That’s an amazing idea, darling. You, escort his highness to the dressing room.” She pointed out a guard who escorted Louis at once.

When Louis left, Alexandra was back taking the dance floor with her husband. Denam was conversing with his family, while Myrdin tried to flirt with Vyce’s eldest daughter. She wasn’t strikingly beautiful, but she wasn’t ugly either. She had one pair hell of breasts that Myrdin couldn’t take his eyes off as he tried to talk to her. Their eyes met, Patrick and hers, and she blushed. A virgin for sure, but her dad seemed to be one of those dads who’ll force Patrick to marry her even for a kiss, Patrick noted. Taking her pussy cherry might be hard since there was a risk for pregnancy which could cause Louis a problem considering Patrick’s position forbade him to marry, but the asshole was a free reign.

“Careful with that one. I don’t know how the lords react to their daughters getting pregnant over there, but Vyce will rip your balls off.”

Patrick looked at his side to see Florian offering him a glass of wine. He took the glass, and sipped it, “That doesn’t mean I can’t take her other cherry.”

Florian smirked at him, saying, “You can’t, lord commander. It’s already popped,” and clanked his glass on Patrick’s.

“No shit! And her dad didn’t rip your balls off?”

“The fucker will if he knows. He always looks at me like I am some kind of roach, most of those prick nobles do. But his daughter can’t take her eyes off this man’s meat, so I shove it down her poop chute when her dad doesn’t look, quite often I might add. Her big knockers! Man, I tell you, they are soft and jiggly!”

“Heh! These bitches. They acted like they are the Virgin Saint, but every single one of them already had their poop shoot opened! Let me tell ya, even the fucking empress took her cook’s son’s cock up her ass regularly before marrying Louis, then she had Lucas, Louis’s valet, do the ass cleaning duty on the wedding night when Louis left her cold.”

“No fucking way! She likes it up the ass? How did you know?”

“She’s a slut. I know a slut when I see one. And let me tell you about slut. Once you gave them cock, they’ll do everything for you. They might refuse it at first, but all you need is to ease your cock into them, and it’s going to be smooth sailing after. It’s a fine art, I tell you. Don’t you lot love about arts and fucking romance?”

Florian laughed, “And, His Highness doesn’t know it!?”

“Highness my ass, I’ve lost count of how many times he went low to suck my cock and take it up his ass when I told him about his wife’s dick addiction, he doesn’t care. He’s already mine anyway.”

“Fuck,” Florian looked around him and then back at Patrick with admiration in his eyes, “Can’t believe you just admit that.”

“Well, your mom makes it easier for me. We are not exactly subtle either in the court. It seems that the nobles aren’t that aversive to it, especially when we leave enough ambiguity for doubt. After all, it seems that most of them had done things between their fellow knights or their mentor when they were squiring. For sex, it’s easier. Everyone had done it, only quietly behind the curtain, so it was easy to ease them to it.” Patrick said sipping his glass empty.

“Yeah. Alex is like that. Louis and Alex were, are close. Alex visited the crown often before Charles died and they usually had family dinners; Charles, Alex, and Pepin. Alex spent time a lot with Louis, she loved children, and when Queen Isodora died, Louis spent more time with Alex. Once Louis became old enough to wield a sword, Charles had him trained under many knights, he was too busy and they didn’t spend time that often, only during the family feasts which became rarer and rarer.”

“That fucking tight asshole Charles. The more things I heard about him and what he did to my baby, the more I hope he’s still alive so I could give him a second hole.”  

“Baby, huh…” Florian raised his eyebrow curiously, “Don’t get me wrong, I know many boys mess around with each other, especially nobles. But it usually stops after they get married. Well, I guess there is the rumor about Lord Leopold, Duke of Avignon if you don’t know, and some other minor lords, I guess.”

“God, if you believe him, gives us cunts and asses to enjoy, so why must we limit ourselves to one kind of ass? Some people are born differently as well in what gets them going. Some like me like to stick my cock in a hole, some like Louis loves to stick cocks up their ass, and some others don’t know what they like yet,” Patrick emptied his glass and then replaced his empty glass with Florian’s glass. “Louis and I are more than just sex. It started with my ambition, and he was my bitch. Then he had the guts to ensnare me with his love, fucking adorable eyes, and tight ass. Now he’s the love of my life, don’t tell him that, he’s been getting really smug lately.”

Patrick swirled the wine in his glass, watching it, before continuing to look at Florian with sincere fondness as he said, “I have this feeling in my gut that says, maybe, just maybe, I was doomed from the very beginning I met him. It wasn’t me who seduced him to save me from my island. It was him who summoned the knight in me to save him.”

“Horny romantic knight,” Florian added with a smirk.

“You’re right about horny, I give you that.” They clanked their glasses together again.

“You love him, it’s rare to see these days. Tales of knights and romance are seldom true, but yours is. I can tell Louis loves you as well. You see, he always sits closer to the person he likes. When they had family dinner, Charles usually had Louis sat beside him while Alex sat beside Louis, and Louis always sat himself closer to Alex. Another secret, I think Alexandra likes you as well.”

“Good things, I don’t have to fuck your mom, then.” Patrick joked.

Florian laughed as well, “Trust me, Alexandra might seem flirtatious, but she only ever put it up for Arnaud. It seems they know how to get each other in the mood as well.”

“Arnaud huh, what’s up with you and him.”

“Nothing. I am his wife’s bastard, that’s all. He used me to look good, ‘oh a lord that adopt his wife’s unfortunate brood, how generous’! Pfft! I might have a princess for a mother, but I am no more a lowborn than the fucking cook’s son. At least the cook’s son doesn’t have to clean up his cock and wipe his ass.”

“Well, a secret for you, mate, all Carolingians are sluts. They only need to be introduced to cocks to realize their true calling, even the branch houses. Just look at your half-brother, Jamie. He used to only swing for the wife, now the husbands swing their cock for him. He makes himself a bit of a cult. I am not interested enough in his father to bring his slut out, and your mom, I’d take her, but I have a feeling Louis will give me more shit than I like if I did.”

“Carolingians are sluts, huh?” Florian looked at him doubtful, but smiling.

“Isn’t that why you’re here, mate? You’re thirsting for my big fat red cock.” Patrick said smirking, then slapped Florian’s butt.

“Fucker!” They laughed for a while, and when they stopped, Florian asked, “Honestly, I came here because I want to know what’s your thought on his Highness and why he takes so long in the wardrobe with Lord Vyce, but it seems you don’t mind.”

“Of course! they are fucking. Honestly, this place or the journey must’ve done something for him. It’s the first time I see him hunting for his own man-meat. Usually, I had it delivered on his bed, prime Leinster beef.”

“Well, I will say Alex might have helped that. She summoned ‘prime young virile knights’ from every Capet vassal house, her words not mine, to here to get examined by her personally. She made sure, subtly, they understood their duty and secrecy. I am still very impressed with her eloquent speech. They stood naked in front of her with their hard cocks, and she chose Myrdin and Vyce, who couldn’t send his son caused he didn’t have any so he volunteered himself.”

Patrick choked on his wine when he heard that, “That woman is really something, isn’t she?”

Florian nodded, “I am sure she chose Myrdin and Vyce because of the two houses’ loyalty as well as their, well, virility. Myrdin is one of the handsomest knights while Vyce was honor-bound to a fault.”

“Fuck, I really want to see it, but man, that fucker Vyce looks like a jumpy one. I don’t want to scare him while my man riding his cock.”

Florian took his glass back from Patrick’s hand and drank it empty, “Fuck, the wine today is good. Alex keeps the best one just for this. Anyway, I know a spot to look at them if you want. I can’t say I am not intrigued. C’mon. Lord Arnaud won’t call me when he’s busy gambling with Lord Denam.” Florian motioned Patrick to follow him.

Florian set the glasses on the table as they passed, and both of them quietly exited the hall.

Perhaps it was the drink, perhaps it was the pent-up stress, perhaps it was the sudden and quick connection he found with Florian, but even Patrick had to admit he was a bit loose with the bastard. However, somehow, he could tell that Florian also found the same connection with him. As they walked the hallway, they kept bantering with each other, sometimes rough-housing, never stopping laughing.

Patrick reached and squeezed Florian’s butt, not out of seduction like usual, but for a joke.

“Fucker!” Florian said.

Patrick quickly found out that Florian was a strong man and probably experienced in combat as the man easily twisted his arm and locked both of his arms behind him holding it with one hand. He felt Florian groped his pants-covered ass crack hard.

“Tell me, does his Highness cock isn’t keeping you happy? Is that why you’ve been trying to seduce me all night?”

“Fuck you!” Patrick laughed, “Ain’t nobody fucking my ass. When they get back there, it’s for worship.”

“Seriously, I thought with all love you have for Louis, you’ll at least let him tap your ass.”

“Well, he doesn’t want it. Not that I’ll let him if he did. I’ll just have to look for asses on top of the cocks we had in our deal.”

Deep down, Patrick wasn’t sure either. His feelings for the man were so deep that he was afraid of what he was willing to do for the man, and it made him feel conflicted. Perhaps he shouldn’t be afraid, he thought. Perhaps Frederic was right, he was a hypocrite.

“So, you never had anything back there?” Florian asked curiously, with a heavy tone.

“Well, I had tongues back there worshipping my ass,” he paused, “And my friends’ finger when I lost fights.”

“Thank goodness, I am your friend, aren’t I? Well, I am.”

Patrick couldn’t even retort back when suddenly he felt Florian’s hand suddenly in his back pants, followed by a sharp pain up his ass. “Motherfucker!”

“I guess I am your friend now.” Florian chuckled.

It wasn’t erotic by any means. It was only a quick painful stab and a playful wiggling around before Florian pulled his finger back.

“Fuck, now my finger is dirty. How did your friends clean their fingers?”

“They usually licked it clean,” Patrick said looking back at Florian trying to give him the best convincing smile.

“Seriously?”

“Seri—”

With a wicked grin, Florian shoved his finger right into Patrick’s mouth shutting the man up, and with his other hand locking Patrick’s head in place, he shoved the finger in and out roughly laughing.

Even though Patrick’s hands could finally move again as Florian used the hand to lock his head, Patrick found it useless to push Florian away. He was way weaker than the man, and Florian’s gun was enough to keep Patrick’s head in place. He was choking as Florian rubbed his finger all around Patrick’s mouth roughly, finger fucking his mouth. Patrick’s hand, however, hadn’t given up. It traveled to the back of laughing Florian, right into his pants, and attacked him from the rear with a quick jab.

Florian let out a high-pitched yelp as he let go of his lock.

Patrick tried to subdue Florian by finding his bitch button, but Florian recuperated quicker. In less than a second, Florian swung back and kicked Patrick on the balls.

“Motherfu—” Patrick couldn’t even finish his sentence since Florian already head-locked him again shoving Patrick’s finger that had been in his ass into Patrick’s mouth.

“You know, unlike you, I actually have had nothing back there. But since you like it so much, I’ll give you a taste. Well, another one.” Florian wiggled two of his fingers in front of Patrick before sticking it up his own ass. Then he shoved the fingers back into Patrick’s mouth and forced Patrick’s finger to fuck his own mouth with the two fingers.

Florian’s ass tasted funky, musky, sweaty, manly, and stinky, yet Patrick didn’t mind it. He was an ass man after all.

“Now, why don’t we compare taste, which asses taste better. You’re going to shove your finger up your own ass, using your free hand, and stuck it inside your mouth, capiche?” Florian tightened his lock.

Patrick nodded fucking himself on the fingers in the process. He reached behind, stuck his finger deep into his knuckle, then brought it back up into his mouth.

Florian, letting go of the lock, patted Patrick’s head with his hand, then reached behind sticking his finger deep inside Patrick’s ass again.

Patrick knew he could try to fight back if he wanted, but he didn’t. The result won’t be different than the last one; besides, his energy was still gone from the kick to the balls he received. So, he just let Florian shove his finger into his backdoor roughly finger-fucking it before shoving the fourth finger into his mouth.

“Good boy.” He heard Florian praised.

It was after a minute of Florian finger-fucking his mouth that Patrick sneakily swung his legs back, low-blowing Florian.

“Ugh!”

Not wasting his time, Patrick locked bending Florian’s neck with his arm, turning him around so his ass was facing a steel statue of a kneeling knight stabbing a sword to the ground, then slammed Florian’s ass right on the hilt of the sword. When he heard the sound of pants being ripped and a grunt, he knew he could let go of Florian’s tensed body. He stepped back to get a good look at his surely defeated opponent.

The blonde twunk’s pale face had turned red with its blue eyes tearful as it was bulging out of its socket looking right at Patrick. The mouth formed an “O” but there was no scream, only sad pathetic high-pitch whimpers. The veins on his hands bulged as they were holding the ass. The legs were tensed in an awkward sitting position as it tried to stop the ass from falling deeper. Patrick saw the next stop was the cross so the ass couldn’t fall deeper even if he wanted to.

Patrick approached the hunk smirking, “You’re done being a bad boy?” He grabbed Florian by the head and rubbed it on his pits.

Florian nodded, mouth still agape.

Patrick stepped back, stuck a finger up his own ass, and then held it in front of Florian’s face, right below his nose. His ass was as stinky as Florian’s if not more.

“Suck it, buddy.”

Florian did, knowing he was at the short end of the stick. He made a scrunched-up face, but Patrick made him suck the finger for a good minute before helping the man up. Luckily, the hilt didn’t have a pommel carved, so it was easy to pull the ass back up.

“Hold your cheeks open, buddy, let me check it.”

Florian heard Patrick say before having the back of his trousers ripped open by Patrick. He didn’t want to do it, but his ass was indeed still sore.

Patrick was squatting right behind the firm muscular ass when Florian reached back spreading the asscheeks apart, showing the tight hole puffed out and red from the impact. There Patrick could also see the bright blonde dusting on Florian’s balls. Patrick dove into the crack taking a deep breath, before tasting the rosebud. His tongue slathered the hole with saliva before pulling back, returning with only its tip licking and massaging the bruised muscles lightly.

Florian groaned and was surprised by the foreign feeling. He couldn’t deny, however, that the tongue did feel pleasant on his sore hole. When Patrick truly began devouring his hole, sucking his asshole, and driving the tongue inside, Florian, moaning quite loudly, stood on his toes. He reached behind and pressed Patrick’s head deeper. When Patrick pulled back, he let out a disappointed sigh.

“I am that good, huh?” Patrick smirked, still squatting, at Florian who was bending over arching his voluptuous bubble butt.

“Dipshit!” Florian retorted. When Patrick slapped his bubble butt, he jiggled his asscheeks right back at Patrick earning another slap on the other cheek.

Patrick stood up, saying, “Let’s go, we don’t want to miss the good show!”

They began walking again, but after a few steps, Florian already gave Patrick a noogie, and his finger, coated with Patrick’s own ass stink, was back in Patrick’s mouth.

Florian brought them to a small room for cleaning supplies beside the changing room. There, he opened a wall tall cabinet, inside filled with brooms and mops, took it out leaving the door open, and crawled on all fours motioning for Patrick to follow him quietly. It seemed that the inside of the cabinet was attached directly to the wall, partitioning both of the rooms.

Patrick placed himself on top of Florian who was strong enough to support both of them, as they peeked into a quiet sizeable hole, small enough to be unnoticeable, thanks to the cluttered front of the hole, but still gave enough vision on what was happening inside the room. There they saw Louis bending over a table directly in front of them as Vyce, squatting on the edge of the table, drove his 4” fat veiny cock inside Louis’s foaming asshole. It was later Louis told Patrick that that was their third position, previously doggy and missionary, and Vyce had cum three times inside Louis. They all could see Vyce’s square muscle butt clenching as he slammed his cock home. Patrick wasn’t sure, but it seemed Louis’s asshole wasn’t the only thing that caught Florian’s eyes, but also Vyce’s tight dark rosebud surrounded by soft dark hair.

Knowing Florian couldn’t move his hands unless he wanted to throw Patrick and make some noise, Patrick reached behind and stuck a finger up Florian’s ass through the ripped hole. When Florian was about to protest, Patrick used his other hand to cover Florian’s mouth.

“Shhh! Don’t make some noise, you want them to notice?” Patrick hissed. But if he was to be honest, Patrick was Louis’s loud moans would give Florian enough coverage to throw Patrick off his body. Florian, however, didn’t seem to think that way and just grunted.

“Oh Lord above! Your Highness! I am about to cum!” Vyce shouted as he slammed harder and harder, his low-hanging hairy ballsack slapping Louis’s with each thrust.

Florian turned his eyes back, seemingly fixated, on the scene in front of them; Patrick could even feel his body heat rising. Within seconds, Florian had already forgotten about Patrick’s finger in his butt, which Patrick reminded him as quickly when he moved his finger around. Florian didn’t say a word and continued watching. He was quiet, though Patrick could see Florian getting sweatier and his pale body turned red. It was only when Patrick finally found his prostate did Florian yelped and his body tensed. Patrick smirked when he saw the muscular body under him tensed clenching his finger tight with the ass muscle.

“Fuck!” Florian screamed the same time as Vyce screamed when he cum inside Louis.

He let out another, “Fuck” when Vyce pulled his still hard 4” cut thick cock out of Louis and cum flooded out of the asshole. Then again, Patrick wasn’t sure if the “fuck” wasn’t because of his finger dancing around inside Florian’s asshole, zig-zagging, while kept stimulating the prostate.

On the other side of the room, Vyce dropped his back on the table heaving while his cock was still standing hard, saying, “Your Highness, you beat me. That was the greatest lay I had in my entire life! I don’t think I could get it up for my wife tomorrow or even next week.”

Louis chuckled at Vyce still trying to be polite after fucking Louis’s ass inside out, and he thought he had enough too. That was until he saw the cock was still standing hard, “It seems you still have a few more cum left I could pump out, my lord.” Louis said standing over Vyce’s hip on top of the sturdy table.

“What do you mean, your Highness?”

Vyce still couldn’t register what Louis meant as he watched the emperor’s back descend until he was squatting on top of Vyce’s cock. It was when Louis was holding his straight, cockhead kissing Louis’s sloppy asshole still leaking cum, he realized what Louis intended to do. “Wait, Your Highness, I am still too sensi—Aah!”

Louis did not wait nor did his asshole as it devoured the cock back to the hilt easily. Louis tensed his ass muscle, gripping the cock tightly, as he moved up and down in reversed cowgirl making Vyce sit back up whimpering in an unmanly manner, that even Florian couldn’t believe the studly muscular knight with bigger muscle than him could make such sounds.

Florian could see Vyce’s feet curled up, which he would soon follow, but first, he sighed in disappointment when Patrick pulled back his finger. He looked back, wanting to protest, when Patrick’ shoved the finger that had been up his ass into his mouth. Patrick, smiling, gave him an air kiss, and then Florian felt two other fingers tried to breach his asshole.

The fingers didn’t let his ass adapt before jackhammering his bitch button shaking his asscheeks as the fingers violated his ass.  Florian couldn’t even finish his pained muffled groan before his voice turned into choked moans as the finger fucking his mouth violated it just as hard. If Vyce’s curled feet were still on the ground, Florian had already lifted both up so his on-four body was only supported by his arms and knees.

Patrick was kneeling beside Florian with his hands screwing Florian from both ends making the man look like he was skewed between two hands.

Although he was the only one who could hear it, he quite liked the sound of Florian’s muffled moans harmonizing well with Vyce’s high-pitched whimpers as Louis slammed his ass hard on Vyce’s cock. Clearly, the new pleasure that both men experienced was too much for them as not long after, they both came. Not at the same time and not the same “came”.

To be precise, Vyce “came” first, shouting, “Oh Lord up above! Oh! Oh!”

Louis lifted himself off Vyce jumped down the table in the distance and watched his masterpiece. Vyce was sitting on the table drooling with sweat drenching his glistening hard muscle and hairy chest under the candlelight, making unmanly whimper, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” as he hosed down the floor with his piss. His face was red from lust, exhaustion, and most of all, embarrassment as his cock couldn’t stop squirting. In his mind, he kept telling himself to stop as a man of his age, of his stature, of his size, shouldn’t have a bladder failure, and yet, it seemed to make him pissed harder.

It was the first time Florian ever saw the proud daddy in such a shameful position, and along with Patrick’s finger kept violating him on both ends, it drove him to the edge as his cock spurt the hardest in his entire life. It didn’t help that Patrick, knowing Florian was about to cum, drilled his fingers harder into his bitch button, trying to push all of the cum out of his prostate. The only reason why he didn’t squeal harder than Vyce was Patrick’s finger fucking his mouth.

As Florian’s cum subsided, so did Vyce’s piss stream.

Florian dropped his head on the floor the moment Patrick took out his finger out of his mouth, breathing hard, before looking sideways at Patrick who was smirking at him. It didn’t upset him, if anything, he chuckled at the euphoria and ecstasy Patrick just introduced him.

“The fuck was that… Not bad for my man-o-man action.” Florian chuckled as he said that, unsure whether he was referring to Vyce or Patrick’s finger up his butt

“Trust me, mate, there is so much more pleasure you can get from sex than you can learn,” Patrick replied chuckling as well.

Florian kept chuckling for a few seconds, until he looked at Patrick, seriously, “I am not a faggot.” He spoke.

“You’re not, bud,” Patrick said sincerely, “We’re merely messing around. Me and my buds back home do it a lot. Think of it this way, I am only tickling you, from the inside.” At the last word, Patrick drove his fingers, which still remained inside Florian, straight into the prostate again.

Florian’s butt jolted and tensed as his ass was crushing Patrick’s finger. He was choked on his own breath trying to hold himself from moaning even though a small lovely whimper still escaped which only Patrick could hear. He looked at Patrick after, chuckling again, and then slapped him on his stomach lightly. They looked at each other, silently, for a few seconds, until Florian suddenly rose his head peeking into the room. His body moved forward and back again at Patrick’s finger lightly as if Florian was trying to scratch his inside.

Patrick knew Florian was primed for bitching, and all he needed to do was to push forward. But he didn’t want to, somehow. He felt a kindred spirit in the small amount of time he spent talking with the man, and that made him want Florian as a friend, not a bitch. That didn’t mean he won’t enjoy watching Florian bubble ass rutting on his fingers.

“Man, I think, your husband broke Vyce’s bladder,” Florian said normally as if he wasn’t rutting himself on Patrick.

In the other room, Vyce remained still sitting on the table taking his breath as if he had been running a marathon while his cock jumped up and about spurting leftover piss from time to time.

Louis had finished dressing in his night attire, far more formal and conservative than what he usually wore in his court. He did empty the cum in his ass on a piece of a red handkerchief, embroidered with a golden knighthood, and house Gallet sigil, which Vyce gave him to wipe his forehead when the man romantically tried to seduce him. The cum was so much that the handkerchief was drenched on both sides.

“Thank you for this my lord, but I think you should keep it, to remind you of me,” Louis said dropping the handkerchief beside Vyce. “I hope you don’t mind cleaning this room for me. I mean, after all, you’re the one who makes the mess like a child, my lord.” Louis chuckled.

Vyce’s face burned from the shame and the insult, and his cock spurted more piss as his pride as an adult knight slighted, “Y-yes, Your Highness. Forgive me.”

“Don’t worry, my lord. It’ll be our secret.” Louis said caressing Vyce’s cheeks, “Well, I think I need to head back now.”

“W-wait, your highness.”

Louis stopped in his track, still with his graceful smile as if he hadn’t had his shit railed a minute earlier, “Yes, my lord?”

“C-can I have a lock of your hair? It’s so beautiful, I want to keep it as a memento.”

Louis raised his eyebrow, “My hair? Is that what you truly want? Remember, my lord, we promised to be honest to each other.” He said sensing Vyce’s deeper desire.

“Ehem,” Vyce coughed, his piss had seemingly stopped.

“My lord, there is nothing wrong with your desire. Just like how you want to have sex with me, there is nothing wrong with that. Unless of course, you’re regretting it.”

“No! Of course not! I wouldn’t dare! It was the best thing that happened in my life!”

“Then you can be honest with me.”

“I… God…” It was as if he wanted to say something, but the word choked on his throat, “Fuck! I fucking want your fucking pubes!”

Louis was surprised at first by the outburst, but he quickly smiled, “Of course. I can’t give it to you right now, as my hair down there is still soft and short, my man likes it that way. But I am sure it will grow after I am back from Rome. I hope you’re willing to wait until then. Do you want my ass hair as well?”

“YES!” Vyce replied too quickly, which made Louis laugh. Realizing his over-enthusiastic borderline pervert behavior, Vyce coughed again.

“It’s settled then,” Louis replied, smiling again, before leaving the room for good.

Vyce remained silent for a good 5 minutes, catching his breath before he suddenly looked around like he was about to do something criminal, “Is anybody out there?” He called loudly.

When he was greeted in silence, Vyce propped his legs on top of the table with his ass on the edge. Right in front of him were Florian and Patrick looking straight as his dark star under his low-hanging balls and between the hairy asscheeks winking excitedly. He reached for the cum and ass slime’s soiled handkerchief and put it in his mouth, letting out a wild guttural groan, before his cock letting out a fresh stream of piss. Then surprising both Florian and Patrick, Vyce threw his head back as he let out the loudest string of farts that Florian swore shake the castle walls.

“Your husband totally broke him.” Florian said pinching his nose, “Fuck his fart smells foul.”

Patrick, instead of covering his nose, welcomed the smell by breathing it deep, “That, my friend is a smell of virgin pussy ripe for taking, and I know just the perfect man to take it.” He said looking at Florian.

“You’re mad! I haven’t done anything with men, I told you.”

“You’re a stud! Buddy, look at yourself!” Patrick said ignoring the fact that the said stud was rutting on his finger. “But you’re right, we need to train you first.”

“I am not sure. I still like boobs and pussies.”

“And nothing will change, except that fucker, that massive giant stuck-up knight, will be hounding for your cock like a dog to a bone. Your dog.”

“Fuck!” Florian said rutting himself even faster, “I dig that!” He grunted, unconsciously digging Patrick’s finger deeper into him while eye-banging Vyce’s convulsing asshole.

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               When Louis went back to the hall, Myrdin dropped his conversation with Vyce’s daughter and quickly followed Louis around, serving him wine and flattery. He was more aggressive than he had been before in flirting with Louis, probably after his father gave him a disapproving look once he noticed Vyce and Louis had gone for far too long.

Louis wasn’t bothered by the attention even if Vyce had kept him satisfied for a while. Besides, the wine was nice. He played cards with Arnaud and Denam, and later Vyce, while Myrdin was clinging beside him. Myrdin rested his chin on Louis’s shoulder, whispering sweet nothing as they spoke, one arm wrapping around Louis’s waist while the other helping Louis holding the cart since Louis’s other hand was busy massaging Myrdin’s bare cock which he let out. Vyce seemed distracted by the two closeness which cost him the game and his money. Unbeknownst to them, all the while Myrdin was resting his chin on Louis’s shoulder, giggling, and “helping” him with the game, Louis’s feet were jerking Denam’s bare cock.

Like his son, he maintained a straight poker face throughout the game.

As the game was being wrapped up, Vyce offered Louis to take him to his chamber, but Myrdin insisted on escorting Louis himself with the support from his father. Things were about to heat up until Louis finally said he was going with Myrdin. Vyce looked like a lost puppy, but Louis did give him one last kiss on the cheek before retreating to his chamber with Myrdin.

Both of them were already sucking on each other faces from the hallway, before stumbling into Louis’s bedroom giggling. But the smile on Myrdin’s face vanished the moment he saw two other naked bodies on the bed, making out. Louis who realized Myrdin was too stunned to return his kiss also looked at the bed finding his “husband” and his half-cousin were making out on the bed.

Florian was relaxing on the bed with one arm pulled up resting at the back of his head revealing his smooth pit and the other arm wrapped around Patrick’s waist grabbing his butt. Patrick who was lying on his side reached down to Florian’s mouth with his mouth while one of his hands was playing with Florian’s small titties while his other hand wrapped under the muscular body to play with the other titties. Both of their cocks were as hard as a rock with Florian’s 6” cock bobbing around.

 Patrick heard the door open, but he took his time untangling himself from Florian who didn’t notice because he was too drowned and breathless from Patrick’s kiss. He had been practicing since his defeat against Frederic, and as far as he could see from Florian, he was proud of his improvement.

He looked at them from the corner of his eyes, smirking, still making out with Florian whose eyes were closed. He pulled away slightly and used his hand to open Florian’s surprisingly compliant mouth. He extended his tongue and licked around the rim of Florian’s mouth. Florian’s tongue was also dancing around licking Patrick’s tongue from time to time, when Patrick pulled away his tongue, a drop of spit fell from the tip and a thread of saliva was visibly extended from the tip of the tongue down into Florian’s mouth. He gave the mouth a gentle kiss and smirked as when he pulled away, Florian’s mouth reaching up to meet his lips.

It was then Patrick finally acknowledged Louis and Myrdin, whose faces were hot and heavy from the show.

“Took you long enough, babe,” Patrick said looking at Louis who was biting his lower lips and rubbing on his crotch, a shameful display that past Louis wouldn’t have exhibited. “I was showing your cousin how to kiss a man and was waiting for you to move on to the next step.”

Florian roused from his lying position and played it cool with a smirk despite his breathless and red face.

It was Myrdin beside him who had been stunned, stammering on his words, said, “I-I am sorry, my lord. I thought—I thought His Highness will spend his night alone tonight.”

Patrick stood up from the bed and walked to Louis. He pulled them into his arms and then bit his neck, “He never sleeps alone,” Patrick replied slapping Louis’s rump.

“I-I see. I am sorry for misunderstanding it. I’ll be on my way.”

“Not so fast,” Patrick said stopping Myrdin from going. The man gulped as he looked at Patrick’s smirk, “I know your dad sent you here. Wouldn’t he be upset if we sent you back on your tail? He had been most hospitable, and I wouldn’t want to insult him. Why don’t you stay, I don’t mind. Maybe a virgin like you could learn a thing or two as well.”

“I am not a virgin!” He replied upset.

“Yeah? But have you fuck a manwhore like this?” Patrick spanked Louis harder, then kneaded the asscheeks after making Louis mewl in his arms.

The townwhore had a bigger ass, Myrdin wanted to say, but he wisely kept his mouth shut.

When Louis leaned in for a kiss, Patrick pulled back slightly and pursed his lips. They had been sleeping so many times Louis already knew what Patrick planned to do, so he opened his mouth. Patrick spat into his mouth which Louis accepted gladly, before making out swirling the spit around their mouths.

Myrdin watched with open mouth, even the townwhore wouldn’t let him anywhere near her mouth, let alone spit in her like that. Without him realizing it, his hands descend to grope his own crotch.

Patrick smirked when he saw that, “Go sit on the chair over there so can watch and learn from the expert. You too, Florian.”

Florian smirked and jumped off the bed with his 6” cock swinging around while Patrick, still with Louis in his arms making out, approached and fell on the bed. As they were making out, hands all over each other, Patrick heard Myrdin exclaim, “What are you doing!?”

“We’re all boys here and all of us have our cocks hard! What the fuck are you shy for?” Florian said as he pulled off Myrdin’s trouser much to the protest of the young noble. Myrdin couldn’t do anything as Florian manhandled his much smaller twink body off his clothes, leaving the almost-adult teenager in his birthday suit trying to cover his 6” cock.

“Give me back my clothes!”

Florian laughed as he used the expensive clothes to wipe his asscrack and his pits.

“You maniac! You never fail to prove that you’re the seed of that bandit, you bastard!” It was when Florian frowned and his face reddened did Myrdin realized he had gone too far with his insult, “I—I didn’t mean—Ungh!”

Florian pinched and pulled hard on both Myrdin’s flat-chested tits before lifting him on his shoulder, giving a spank and a handprint as a bonus. As he sat on the chair Patrick told them to sit, he slammed Myrdin’s ass on his thigh, making the twink groan and jump. Florian pulled him back to sit on his thigh with Myrdin’s back against Florian’s chest.

“Jack both of our cocks, cunt!”

“No—Ungh!”

Florian slapped Myrdin’s balls and twisted them in his palm, making Myrdin scream bloody murder.

“Yes! Yes! I’ll do it! I am sorry!” Myrdin said tapping on Florian’s firm stomach.

“Sir!” He twisted the balls harder.

“Yes, Sir! I am sorry, Sir!”

Florian let go of the clutch and let Myrdin rub on them. As Myrdin was slightly bent forward when he was rubbing his balls for comfort, Florian could see the tight pink asshole winking at him. He held Myrdin down with one hand, and with his other, he pushed up a finger into the tight asshole.

“Agh! Wait! Sir! What are you doing!? Ah!”

Myrdin’s virgin ass clamped on the finger tightly as it tried to expel the intruder, but it was no match for Florian’s strength as his fingers forced itself deeper until everything was inside, “Trust me, you’ll thank me later.”

Myrdin groaned when Florian’s finger danced inside his ass, pushing the thin flesh wall around roughly, and when the finger touched a particular spot, the groan turned into a loud moan, “Fuck!” He looked back at Florian amazed with his mouth still stupidly making “O” which still made him look handsome, much to Florian’s hatred, “What the fuck was that?”

“Told ya! Feels good, right?” Florian said pushing on the button lightly making Myrdin moan louder and unconsciously pushing his ass back on the finger before suddenly Florian pushed a second finger roughly straight into the button,  pressing and tapping on the prostate, which turned into a rough finger fucking.

“Oh God! Fuck me!” Myrdin screamed with his feet curled, and his hands both grabbing on Florian’s massive thigh. His eyes rolled back, and he had a stupid smile plastered on his face.

“Thank me, cunt!”

“Thank you, Sir!” He said with gritted teeth trying to hold the moan to no avail. He continued to moan for some more before suddenly, the fingers were pulled off his ass. “Huh?” He looked at Florian confused and disappointed.

“I didn’t feel your hand on my cock, cunt.” He simply said.

Myrdin looked at the red angry hard cock on Florian’s crotch hesitantly, sure he had been jacking his cock most of the time he couldn’t visit the whorehouse, and he had jerked his buddies off a couple of times in a circle jerk, but this was Florian, the bastard.

Florian pushed his finger back inside Myrdin’s tight asshole which still trying to expel him, but not as hard.

Myrdin groaned, but he pressed back on the finger, even arching his back to let the finger go inside easily. He moaned when he felt a gentle press on his bitch button once more.

“I only make my good boy feel good, Myrdin. Are you a good, boy?”

“Yes, I am, Sir,” Myrdin said, looking back at Florian smiling and biting his lower lips naturally trying to seduce the man.

“Whose good boy, are you?” Florian leaned in and growled into his ear.

“You, Sir! Ah!”

“Jerk our cocks, then boy.”

As if all of his doubt suddenly disappeared with each grind that he did on Florian’s finger, Myrdin reached for his cock and Florian’s cock with each hand and gave it a good slow and steady jerk as he swayed back and forth on the finger.

On the bed, Louis and Patrick who had been watching the whole time, all the while kissing and making out with each other also did not want to be beaten by them.

“Let’s show these virgins how things are done.” He said loudly.

“I am not a virgin!” Both Florian and  Myrdin replied at the same time.

Patrick only chuckled as he lay on his back on the bed, arms behind his head, while Louis climbed on his body legs around Patrick’s waist.

Louis pushed his ass back, strutting it back to make it appear voluptuous as he ground his still-clothed cock onto Patrick’s bare 8” cock. They sloppily kissed each other and exchanged spit as Patrick’s hands descended and clawed the pert ass. He kneaded and slapped the covered ass around before pulling his cock upward from under Louis to stand like an 8” pillar across Louis’s butt crack.

“Jesus,” Florian muttered when he saw Patrick’s huge cock. He had seen the cock earlier, but he never registered how huge it was up until then. He could also feel a weird sensation going in Myrdin’s ass as it tighten and purred around two of his fingers. He felt both jealous and proud of what his friend could do to a cunt.

“Why don’t we let the boy see what a slut you have been tonight?” Patrick said playfully slapping Louis’s rump and storing his dick under Louis again so Florian and Myrdin could see Louis’s ass in full.

Louis only moaned as he kissed Patrick and played with Patrick’s tits, while he kept frotting their cocks together. Slowly, Patrick pulled down the trouser, revealing Louis’s smooth white lily ass skin bit by bit from the top.

“Fuck!” Florian muttered under his breath when the trouser slowly pulled down, finally revealing the puffed and reddish, but still tight, asshole.

Patrick tucked them just under Louis’s balls, so the smooth sack was hanging out, but not the cock. Then he lifted the butt, and whispered, “Go on, baby, show your party trick to them.”

Florian and Myrdin watched as the hole quivered like a volcano before an eruption, but this time, it erupt with an explosion of cum like a fountain hosing the bed and went as far as the floor in front of Florian and Myrdin.

“Jesus fuck!” Both of them exclaimed.

“That cunt Vyce might be only packing 4”, but his cum got so deep inside you,” Patrick said.

“Vyce!?” Myrdin looked at Patrick, Louis, and Florian behind him who just chuckled.

“You think we’re a kid like you who wait around until their mama told him to go and take out their dick for a wee?” Florian mocked them which made Myrdin pout.

Florian chuckled again and said, “Now, now, that’s why I am here, so we can train you to be a big boy. My big good boy.” He said sawing three of his fingers onto Myrdin’s button quicker, and just like what Patrick had told him before, “A finger up the ass is all it’s needed to fix an angry bitch,” he couldn’t wait to apply it to Vyce.

Patrick changed his position so he was lying with his head pointing at Florian and Myrdin instead, “Lean your ass up a bit, I want to see your hole.”

“You hear him!” Florian said as he pushed Myrdin’s ass forward on his thigh so the boy had to lean back on his chest.

Myrdin spread his legs wider while Florian reached over his leg to keep fingering him. He could smell Florian’s breath and sweat from the closeness, and although he hated to admit it, the smell made him feel something he refused to acknowledge yet his hand moved furiously jacking their cocks.

“You too, Florian,” Patrick ordered.

“What? Why?”

“That’s the rule brother!”

Thinking it over while his cock being jacked off was certainly helped steered his mind and made it more compliable, “Fuck it,” he said before lifting his free leg up the chair’s arm, turning a little bit sideways as he sat, revealing a tight little smooth pink hole. His position also made his cock turn closer to Myrdin’s ass who was sitting on his other leg.

Turning to Louis, who had taken off all of his clothes, he was prostrating on Patrick’s crotch, sweeping his face around the pubes and the thick shaft, before diving straight into the sack making a loud snorting noise.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” Patrick cooed when Louis sucked his balls one by one, bathing them gently with his tongue.

Then he sucked both of the balls into his mouth until both of his cheeks were puffed from the balls.

Patrick lifted Louis’s head a bit so their audience could see Louis with a mouthful of balls on each cheek and a huge cock splayed across his face pouring pre-cum on the head.

“Jesus…” Both of Florian and Myrdin muttered as Florian’s dick inching closer and closer to the heat radiating from Myrdin’s hole.

Louis pulled away and pressed his face on Patrick’s red patch of pubic hair inhaling deeply, before moving to the main course, the thick 8” Irish sausage. He sloppily slathered his tongue up and down the thick phallus a couple of times, then stopped at the tip to plant a spitful sloppy kiss-suckling. His eyes were staring straight into Florian, sometimes Myrdin, he didn’t discriminate, as if it was their cock that he was currently swabbing his tongue rapidly over the piss slit at.

It drove Florian wild as he moved his hand to his cock, grasping it over Myrdin’s hand, and jacked it furiously, while his mouth traveled to Myrdin’s neck landing in a couple of soft kisses. The twink was too far down his fuck fog to do anything besides moaning.

Patrick looked at Louis staring down their two voyeurs and looked up to see the hunk’s body glistening with sweat turning red as he jacked his cock with Myrdin’s hand and the twink sitting on his lap throwing his legs up moaning like a slut while fingers rapidly went in and out of his tight hole. It was both of the holes, Mydin’s fingered hole and Florian’s tight muscle cunt, that draw Patrick’s attention, and he watched them intently as they contracted and winked at him. He couldn’t stare long as Louis’s ass was soon all over his face.

He smirked at the luscious hole winking at him, contracting, thinking it was inviting him to dine and feast on the puffed-out cunt, only for it to burst out with cum soaking Patrick’s face with thick white goo.

“What the fuck!?” Patrick said bewildered.

Pattrick was more confused than angry, maybe a little bit upset, but when Louis looked at Patrick over his shoulder with his now slightly overgrown blonde hair draping over his shoulder while biting his lips and arching his back further to Patrick, he knew that this time, Louis wanted to push their boundaries.

Sure, he had drunk piss before, mouth to mouth from Louis, but never visible to their audience. Fine, there was that time with Sean and Connor, but they were his best friends. There was a certain mind block in his mind that forbade him to go further, to explore farther, to dive deeper into the true world of debauchery and pleasure. Then there was that time Frederic fed him his cum just a few days ago, and his words still rang in his ears, “…you don’t even know what you want boy.”

As much as he hated to admit it, Frederic was right. He didn’t know what sex and pleasure meant, not to the same extent Frederic knew at least, and he could never surpass him if he kept holding himself back.

That, and the fact that Louis was sluttily looking at him while winking his hole, made his cock even harder and his mind even more adamant about his decision. He looked at Louis biting his lip, and then nodded at him.

Louis gave a cheeky smile before properly squatting on Patrick’s head, spreading his asscheeks apart so their audience could see clearly what was about to happen.

Florian, Myrdin, and even Patrick watched closely Louis’s red hole contracting and puffing out with a held breath. When it finally parted, a drop of white goo dropped out of the ass leaving behind a trail of liquid thread as it fell into Patrick’s waiting mouth. He devoured it like a fish breathing water, and he didn’t even flinch at the taste. He wasn’t new to the taste of cum, he had tasted his cum and his best friends in one of their forfeits. But a total stranger’s cum was new for him, and he didn’t regret it. If anything, it proved that Frederic was right, as much as he hated it. But he loved the cum, and he swore he could taste Louis’s ass in Vyce’s sweet and salty cum.

Louis let out one more drop before letting a dam break loose out of his ass and Vyce’s cum flooding out of the ass straight into Patrick’s gut.

The cum splashed around Patrick’s face as well, before Patrick finally leaned up and latched his mouth on Louis’s hole, giving his husband a proper ass-to-mouth felching. He sloppily slurped the cum out of Louis’s ass and even let the never-ending stream soak his face. It was a wonder how much Vyce had cum.

“Fuck! That’s so hot, bro!” Florian said, his cockhead was already knocking on Myrdin’s finger-full hole.

When the cum finally died down, Patrick’s gut already had its fill, but not the cock.

He slapped Louis’s ass and pulled the man to bend over the edge of the bed as he climbed on the ass, “Now on to the main course!”

His cock was pointing down at Louis’s hole while Louis lay on the edge of the bed on his stomach, legs on the floor, and dick pressing the bedframe.

Florian and Myrdin watched intently as the huge 8” cock slid easily, inch by inch, into Louis’s wet and sloppy asshole. They watched it spread and contracted around the asshole, massaging it gently and when the cock was fully in, a burst of cum flooded out of Louis’s already-filled hole.

“Just how much that fucking Vyce cum in you!?” Florian shouted to no one.

Patrick pulled his cock until the head remain, and then slammed it home making more cum burst out and making the thigh-ass slapping sound more pronounced. He repeated it a couple of times before finally, with cock still deep in Louis’s ass, he filled their body around, so Louis was laying on his back on top of Patrick’s body.

Louis spread his legs further apart to give a better sight of their copulation as he slammed his ass up and down meeting Patrick’s thrusts.

Florian and Myrdin watched in amazement as Patrick’s 8” dick appeared and disappeared within a second into Louis’s swinging ass.

“That looked like it could hurt like hell,” Myrdin said, ass still rutting on Florian’s three fingers.

“Are you kidding me, look at his cock!” Florian pointed out at Louis’s 7” cock swinging around and splattering his pre-cum everywhere, “He looks like he is in heaven.”

“He did…” Myrdin said seemingly in a trance looking at Louis’s cock swinging like a pendulum.

“I bet it feels good,” he heard Florian low baritone voice speaking into his ear, before feeling wet kisses on his neck.

“I bet it does…”

“Do you want to feel good, baby?” Florian cooed, withdrawing his fingers and tapping his cockhead on the quivering asshole.

“Yes…” He slurred, “Fuck! What are you doing!?” he screamed a second later when he felt a sharp pain in his ass.

“Sssh baby, I am trying to make you feel good… you’re a good boy, right?” Florian kissed and bit on Myrdin’s neck and jacked his cock trying to distract him while he pushed his cock past the virgin ring.

“It hurts! Oh! Fuck, pull it out! Please, fuck!” Myrdin tried to move his body around, but even with one arm, Florian could keep Myrdin stay still while his cock head penetrated the tight ass, “Ohhh!” Myrdin exclaimed.

“Congratulations, boy! You’re no longer a virgin!” Florian said slapping Myrdin’s face without stopping his cock advance.

“Fuck!” Myrdin exclaimed as his screams of pain turned into moans of pleasure when Florian’s cock passed a particular spot in his ass, “What the fuck is that?”

Florian who knew what it felt like for his prostate to be pressed, whispered into Myrdin’s ear,  “That is your bitch button, boy.” He continued pressing into the spot then grinding his cock around for a deeper pressure.

“Oh, fuck! Fuck me…”

“Since you’ve been a good boy, I’ll oblige,” he said before bringing Myrdin to the pound town. He might have not fuck a man, but once his dick was inside a hole, everything came naturally to Florian.

Not only did he power-slam his cock up Myrdin’s ass until the body bounced back up, but he also used his other hand to impale Myrdin’s ass back into his cock.

“Fuck me!!!” Myrdin shouted at the top of his lungs as he was repeatedly slammed up and down the cock right on his button.

“Whose your daddy?”

“You!”

“You’re my good boy?”

“Yes, Daddy! Please fuck me, daddy!”

Florian looked across at Patrick who was smiling and giving him a thumb, then he looked at Patrick with a smug smile as if he was challenging him to a fuck off.

Patrick smirked back, then propped Louis’s feet on top of his legs. He spread the asshole which still had his cock embedded to Florian before began jackhammering all of 8” cock in and out.

“Fuck yeah!” This time, it was Louis who screamed with a vibrating voice from the rapid pounding.

Didn’t want to lose, Florian moved to his favorite position in reverse standing missionary with Myrdin’s legs propping on Florian’s legs making him hang by the arms which were held by Florian. Myrdin literally squatted sideways on Florian’s legs as Florian drove his cock into his ass as deep as he could. Florian would slam his cock as hard as he could into Myrdin making the ass swing forward from the impact, but was quickly pulled back by the arms impaling it right back to the cock.

Myrdin’s eyes rolled back until only white remained and it was a wonder how he could still maintain his posture while Florian power-slamming him, and soon, his cock began spurting cum everywhere.

It was clear that Florian had more advantages than Patrick. For one, Myrdin was a virgin with a tight ass while Louis’s, although he did have an elastic ass, was already shaped to Patrick’s cock. But in the end, Myrdin cumming first and making a mess only heightened Patrick’s excitement as he hammered harder into Louis’s custom-made cocksleeve trying to make him cum as well. Both of them did end up coating the floor with cum.

They pity whoever had to clean the thick layer of cum off the stone floor later, but they didn’t care.

By the end of the night, they all moved onto the bed with Louis and Myrdin’s faces flat on the bed while their asses were high up and close to each other cheeks to cheeks. On top of them, Florian was driving his 4” in and out of Louis’s ass while Patrick sawed his in and out of Myrdin’s. Despite both of them having to angle and spread their legs quite wide for this position, they found a liking to the position. It was because the position gave them better access to the hole or the hole gripped them tighter, but from the newfound bond and excitement, and just a wave of electric pleasure they felt each time their balls grinding against each other. The sensation of sack-to-sack contact heightened the pleasure and strengthened the brotherly bond that they forged overnight. And when they got lucky, both of their assholes would meet and the jolt of electricity from the friction turned their balls inside out.

 

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When he woke up, Patrick barely remembered how he slept. He remembered he had a mind-shattering orgasm and perhaps collapsed from there, but it certainly was one of the best sleep he had after coming to Francia. In his arms were Louis peacefully sleeping, his golden hair draped over Patrick’s chest, something they rarely did in the comfort of the palace. He had never felt so fulfilled, and so satisfied. Sure he might’ve felt amazing when he first cunted Louis, but last night was a new high for him. He realized that he had been looking at things in the wrong way, one shouldn’t force pleasure onto others, the way he brute forced his way into sex as he did with Louis and the Frankish court was no true pleasure. Sure they were having sex, but they didn’t do it in Patrick’s name or even Louis’s. It’s about connection, experience, and love; to some degree, the Occitans were much better at sex than them. Still, if they were that good then why would they have to sneak just to fuck with their boy lover? Clearly, the notion of sex and pleasure were pretty much admonished by the church which in turn embedded their fear of it within the culture. For that, he needed to show them pleasure, but not as a debauched randy barbarian, but as a magnanimous Prince of Pleasure.

“You’ve woken up?” Louis said, suddenly stirred from his sleep.

“Yeah…” Patrick smiled at him, caressing Louis’s golden lock.

“So…” Louis traced his fingers down the middle of Patrick’s pecs which seemed to be firmer, he clearly doing his best to maintain his physique for Louis, “Are you mad?”

“What!? Why would I be?”

“You know, I suddenly make you eat cum and all of that in front of Florian. I know how fragile you Leinster are with your image like the noble ladies are.”

“Fuck off!” He laughed and patted Louis’s head, “I suppose we do, huh.”

They looked across the window, light shining down, with melodious birds chirping from outside the room. They remained silent as Patrick’s finger now traced Louis’s temple, down to his nose, then lips. He brought them up and kissed them lightly.

“It was amazing. Without you, I would’ve never done that.”

Louis smiled, “Glad I could be of service.”

“What makes you think to do that?”

“Well, I could see that what Frederic said was clearly bothering you. So, I thought, maybe you need a push out of your boundaries. You know, just to clear your mind.”

Patrick smiled gently and pecked Louis on the lips, “And here I thought I was the one who was supposed to be guiding you. I guess I am disappointing you again, am I not?”

Louis looked at Patrick as if he was being silly, “Of course not! We’re husbands, you said so. I don’t know how a couple works where you came from, but here, we have each other back. You have mine and I have yours.”

Patrick looked down at Louis with his cheeks turned red, almost as red as his hair. He leaned in and planted his mouth on Louis’s. Patrick kissed Louis a lot, and he knew how good Louis’s lips felt on his. But even then he realized he didn’t spend enough time appreciating the man he owned, and the man who owned him. Their kiss was gentle and soft. It wasn’t full of desire, yet carried the same intensity. Accompanied by the birds chirping, that morning became one of the most beautiful mornings in their memories.

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Louis’s entourage was done with their breakfast and was busy preparing for their departure to Lyon. As with the dinner, the breakfast was also lavish and could feed the entire village. Arnaud even gave them some more supplies to help them on their way, and a map for safe travels. He had to say, Louis really loved the porridge that Arnaud’s chef made, and he knew his father loved them as well. Charles didn’t really like spending time with Arnaud, but he always looked forward to having the porridge, he even ordered Arnaud to serve them for dinner as well whenever he visited. Charles was always asking Arnaud for the secret recipe, but he kept coyly denying Charles and expertly changing the topic.

It was when he visited Arnaud in his study room that day that he knew what the secret ingredient was.

There sitting on an ornate chair, Arnaud had his trousers on his ankles while jacking his cock when Louis came to the room, his beer gut with a patch of treasure trail was showing. It was an 8” cut wine bottle-thick cock on top of a pair of chicken egg-sized balls. He waved the guards who were guarding the room out, as he motioned for Louis to get closer.

“Your dad always asked me to pack him an extra of his special ‘porridge’ so he could eat it during travel. We don’t want to break the tradition, don’t we? Well, I guess we kinda did since now, I am about to feed you the porridge straight to your mouth instead of under the guise of a meal.”

Without command, Louis crawled on all four until he reached the cock, and then impaled his own head on it, choking himself. Arnaud laughed and sipped his wine while Louis was worshipping his cock.

The balls weren’t just for show, as the cum that Arnaud fed him kept Louis full and sated until dinner.

Patrick still hadn’t talked to Connor or Sean. Connor did try to strike up a conversation a couple of times but was always pulled away by Sean. Patrick did not pursue them further as he knew he needed to let them cool off before he finally talked to them, and he needed to mentally prepare himself for an apology as well. After a few nights of traveling and fucking, they finally reached the city of Lyon. From there, they set sail down the river Rhone and onwards to the Mediterranean Sea.

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Hello! I am finally back after a year. I know I said I didn’t want to make the yearly update a habit, but life got in the way once again. I swear I tried. But I bring with me a huge update as well, three chapters, 2 for Francia and 1 for the Sultanate of Rum. Granted, it’s probably this long because I tried to update all three of them at the same time. And if you have noticed, I also made a website to be sort of the list of characters, a compendium. I hope it’s worth the wait.

Also, going forward, I want to try something new as well. As you can see I always write a long chapter. What goes behind the scenes is that I finish writing the chapters scene by scene (which took the longest) before editing it. So I am thinking maybe I should’ve just posted the chapters scene by scene instead of a chapter full of them, that way, maybe I could make a more frequent update at the cost of a shorter chapter. I know it’s going to be hard for me to keep track of things, but it’s worth the try, I think.

For a quick note, I changed Louis’s mom’s name from Marie (I think) to Isodora to sort of hint at her Greek heritage, as well as give her a better name than just generic Marie or Maria.

Also, I made a new Ko-fi page if any of you like my stories and want to tip and donate to me, I really appreciate it. I don’t want to do a subscription because I don’t want to disappoint anyone if I can’t keep a scheduled update. Anyway, it’s not necessary, and I really appreciate even just your kind words or constructive criticism! Thank you as always!

It’s finally happening. I was standing at the departure gate at Birmingham airport looking at the gate’s screen. Only 15 minutes until I could board the plane to Frankfurt. I am going to see my Master. It’s finally happening.

I should pee one last time before boarding, I thought. I headed into a cubicle, pulled down my trousers and pants, and sat down. Looking down I could see my tiny caged dicklet, locked up safely in a nub sized chastity cage. The contrast between my massive balls and my tiny dicklet always surprised me. I thought to myself, “these balls are wasted on me”. My Dom wanted me to travel locked up. He liked that I was terrified of being stopped during security checks and joked that I would be strip searched.

I was getting so nervous on the plane as we approached Frankfurt. My Dom and I have chatted every day for the last 18 months. He knew everything about me, he has my identification, he has the most explicit photos/videos imaginable, he owned me. I knew a lot about him, too. But still, I was very nervous. Would he like me in real life?

It’s finally happening. I landed, departed the aircraft, and walked towards the arrivals lounge. There he was. Master Luke. Wow. Seeing him in person took my breath away. 193 cm tall, black hair, black stubble, of a slim build and wearing a three-quarter length coat, jeans, and white trainers. He looked stunning.

We arrived at his. He closed the door to his bedroom, “Take off your clothes, I want to inspect you, every centimetre”. I started to strip, removing my coat, jumper, and shirt. I paused for a second, “keep going, I didn’t say stop”, he said as he sat down on a chair, watching me closely. I undid my belt and the buttons to my jeans, and pulled them down, I then removed my socks. “Stop” he said. There I was in his room, standing in front of him in just a jockstrap. I could feel my cheeks burning red and I could hear the blood in my ears. My adrenaline was surging. He told me to turn around and bend over. I obeyed. As I bent over, I realised I am now fully exposed to him. He could see my most intimate area. I heard him get up and walk over to me and I stood up.

I could feel myself getting wet with precum oozing down my leg. He scooped some of it up and he put his fingers in my mouth, making me suck them. He probed my throat testing my sensitivity and finding my gag reflex. He found it. I gagged and more precum shot out. He whispered into my ear “get naked and get on your knees, fag”.

He told me to unbutton his belt and undo his trousers, slowly. It’s finally happening! As I opened them, I could see jet black Jack & Jones underwear, tight against his body. I could see the outline of his dick. He was semi hard and big. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed me against his dick. I was surprised by his power. I started to trace the outline of his dick with my lips. I could smell his scent, it was intoxicating, powerful. Perfect.  He led me back over to the chair, he sat, and I remained on my knees but between his open legs. I pulled down his underwear revealing his massive dick. It was simply perfection. “Work it. fag”, he commanded. I opened my mouth and started to lick his balls. I kept thinking about how his balls contained his essence, his sperm, living cells that had the ability to make another life. I started to lick up his shaft towards the tip. I took this time to explore his entire dick and balls, to find his most sensitive areas. I exploited them, he moaned with pleasure. But I couldn’t hold back anymore, I had to swallow him. I licked to the tip and positioned myself, opened my mouth wide and felt him slide inside. He moaned with pleasure as I started to suck him, slowly, engulfing his entire shaft.

He led me over to the bed and I could tell that he was getting in heat and ready to fuck. He told me to lay on my back with my head hanging over the edge. He positioned himself and thrust his dick in my mouth and down my throat. I gagged hard and shot precum out of my nub. He scooped it up and lubed his dick with it, “this should help”. He thrust again and again, harder and harder. He put his hand over my throat so that he could feel it bulging as his dick moved inside it. His thrusts became faster and harder. My throat was oozing frothy saliva mixed with precum. It dripped down my face. He grabbed his phone “I want to record this!”. He fucked my face for about 15 mins, going further and further into heat.

Then came the time, “I wanna fuck your pussy, now”. He instructed me to get on my back and put my legs in the air. “I want to see your face as I enter you”. He positioned himself and lined up his dick with my hole. I could feel him rubbing his head on me, teasing me. He told me to beg for it. “Please fuck me Master Luke” I shouted. Please, please! “Louder!” he commanded. He asked me what my name was, “shout it out fag”. “My name is Christopher James”. “And what are you, Christopher James?”. I shouted, “I’m Christopher James and I am just a faggot to use!”. He laughed.

He entered me. Our eyes locked as he slid himself inside me. His dark eyes penetrated and gazed into my soul. A moment of sensuality before his need to fuck and breed came back. His thrusts sped up, faster and faster, he started to sweat. I could see beads forming on his forehead. I was moaning. He grabbed my locked nub and squeezed my balls, holding onto them as he fucked my hole, using them as an anchor.

“Get on all fours over by the mirror”. I could see a long mirror on the front on his wardrobe. “Face it”. He positioned himself behind me, on his knees. He grabbed my hips and penetrated me. “Look at me when I’m fucking you, fag”, I looked into the mirror and looked into the reflection of his eyes. Even on his knees, his physical presence towered over me. He started to jack-hammer me, hard, fast, animalistic. I was screaming. 70% pleasure, 30% pain. He was in full heat, I was just a hole to him. He was moaning loudly “fuck yes, you faggot!”. He sped up, I knew he was close. I could see his eyes go into a trance as he approached climax. “Beg for it, fag”. “Please cum inside me, please breed me, Master Luke”. The slapping sound of his thighs against my ass was deafening. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum! FUCKKKKKK! It’s finally happening! He’s breeding me, balls deep. His eyes rolled back, and I could feel his dick pulsing as he released his life’s seed inside me. His DNA deep in my core. Fuck. I was in heaven.

He stayed inside me for a while. I could feel his dick go from hard to soft. “By the way, you’re not cumming. Fags don’t cum like men”, he said.

May I use the bathroom Master? I asked as I started to recover from the intense fucking I just received. “Sure, fag”. I reached for my clothes, and he asked me what I was doing. “No, fag. You don’t get to wear clothes, not until you leave”. “Oh fuck! But your flat mates are home”. “So? They just heard you screaming like a whore. You have nothing to be embarrassed about after that” he laughed.

I opened his bedroom door and walked towards to the bathroom, he followed standing in his doorway. His housemates were in the kitchen and come out to see what is going on. There I was, a naked, locked, blushing fag standing in the presence of 3 clothed men. “Wow Luke, you fuck like an animal”. They walk over to him and they high five, laughing and joking. Master Luke then asked them if they want a go with me. Filip was single, and Christian was in a long-distance relationship, so they are both desperate to fuck. I remembered my Master once saying to me “loch ist loch” (hole is hole) so I knew what was coming.

“Fuck it, I’ll grab a condom”, Filip said. “No need, you don’t need to worry about getting him pregnant, you can cum inside him”.

They lead me into the kitchen and my Master whispered into my ear “come on fag, make me proud”. I could feel my dicklet strain, this was going to be a great weekend.

Corey fell asleep, but it was anything but restful. He kept seeing Kyle sneering at him from a mysterious courtroom, where he had his arm around some guy that Corey could barely make out. And Seth was in the witness box, looking just as hurt as when Corey had told him he was in love with someone else. And the judge was Mr. Montag, the oldest teacher from his high school. He stared down at Corey as he delivered his judgement, that Corey would be spending the rest of his life alone. And then Mr. Montag fell asleep just as he had brought the gavel up. And then, all of a sudden, Corey was blinking up into the handsome face of doctor Carlson.

“Well, hello there sleepyhead! How are you feeling?” Corey wasn’t sure how to answer, he was feeling so many different things. He just shrugged and looked away. “What about that sexy guy that came in to see you earlier, when morning visits were supposed to already have been over? He was the one who pulled you up from the river, right?” Corey didn’t understand why it was hurting so much to think of Seth, before yesterday he had pretty much had the lowest possible opinion of the guy. He thought back to what had transpired between them, about what Seth had told him about what happened in California, and he felt guilty all over again. But he also felt like he was doing Seth a favour. ‘He wouldn’t want to end up with someone like me now anyway,’ he thought to himself bitterly. “Yeah, that was Seth. He came to check up on me to make sure that I was doing okay. But he knows I am now, so I don’t expect to be seeing him again.”

Doctor Carlson was no fool, and he also remembered exactly how he had felt when he first was given his diagnosis. And no matter how much more manageable the disease has become, it doesn’t necessarily make getting the news any easier. He came and sat down on the bed. He put his hand on Corey’s cheek, “call it intuition, but you didn’t tell him your news. I’m willing to bet on it. And it’s not that you have to, or even that it’s any of my business, but…I care about you.” Corey looked around at the doctor, shocked. ‘This is the second man to tell me that today!’ “I’m doing him a favour, he shouldn’t have to end up with someone who’s sick. And he shouldn’t have to feel guilty about not wanting to be with someone sick either. This way, he doesn’t have the be the bad guy or try to pretend he’s okay with it.” Corey shut his eyes as he felt them start to burn. He was still shocked to find how much he actually desired Seth. The doctor didn’t move, didn’t say anything, just sat there with his hand gently caressing the boy’s face. He leaned over, and kissed Corey’s forehead again. ‘Damn, this kid is going to get me into serious shit if I’m not careful,’ he said to himself. The second he felt doctor Carlson’s lips press against his forehead, he lost all control, and the tears came forth from his eyes like giant crystals. He wrapped his arms around the doctor’s waist, and pressed himself tightly against the sexy, muscular older man. The doctor couldn’t stop himself, he kissed Corey’s forehead again and again, and then kissed his cheek, his neck, everywhere on Corey’s face he could reach, using what was left of his almost overpowered restraint to keep himself from kissing Corey’s lips.

Eventually Corey’s sobs faded away, and the doctor had pulled Corey’s face into his neck, as he kissed around Corey’s ear. “You’re so beautiful Corey! So fucking beautiful.” Corey pulled his face from the doctor’s neck, “I think I need to be with someone who understands what I’m going through. Someone who knows what it’s like to deal with this disease.” Doctor Carlson’s heart sank. He should have known this was going to happen, and it was his own fault. He completely lost all sense of control around Corey. He was so angry with himself, and so frustrated at the situation. He would have loved to take Corey home with him. If Corey was a little bit older, it wouldn’t even have mattered that he was Corey’s doctor. He would have waited until Corey was signed out, and then as soon as he was no longer in his care, he would have taken him home, and to his bed. And he could imagine that Corey could be the perfect person for him, not to mention that he’s gorgeous, a famous actor, and has the ass of a god. ‘He’s only 18,’ he said to himself, and with one last kiss to his ear, he tore himself away from the boy he hadn’t stopped thinking about for a second since the night before. “Corey, what did you say to Seth?”

Corey bit his lip, he was embarrassed to talk to the doctor about Seth. He was so attracted to doctor Carlson that he could easily imagine spending time with him, getting to know him, and in time, maybe even having feelings for him. Which made it weird to talk about another guy, especially a guy that he DID have feelings for. “I told him that I’m in love with someone else, and that we couldn’t be together.” Doctor Carlson nodded. “So you broke his heart, because you think the alternative is that if you two get together you’ll infect him with HIV?” Corey shrugged, “I’m quite sure I didn’t break his heart. We only talked for the first time last night. I mean, we’ve gone to school together for pretty much our entire lives, but we never spent any time hanging out with each other. He may have feelings for me, he said he did. But I really doubt he was in love with me. And I really don’t want to have to tell everybody that I’m sick. It might just be easier to stay away from everyone normal, and like I said, maybe it’s better for me to be with someone like me. Like us.”

Doctor Carlson was upset, and not just with himself anymore. “Corey, I already explained that things have changed. You’re not “sick”, and I don’t know about you, but I am “normal”, at least as “normal” as anyone else can be. Being HIV positive doesn’t define me. And I couldn’t be with someone who lets it define them!” Corey looked down at his feet, ashamed, “I didn’t mean to say that.” Doctor Carlson’s anger evaporated instantly seeing this kid so upset with himself. He hugged Corey in his big, strong arms again. “You did mean it, but it’s because you don’t know enough yet. And I know it probably will take some time to adjust. I also know that it’s not going to be easy to tell people, especially someone that you care about. But the lie you chose to tell him proves to me just how much you care about him. You made it impossible for him to be the bad guy, you also made it impossible for him to prove you wrong. The only reason you would have done that is if you were scared of him rejecting you. You would rather push him away than be the one having the door slammed in your face.”

Corey already knew that, but that didn’t sway him, “if he tells me he doesn’t want me anymore,  because of this…disease…I don’t think I’ll ever be able to trust anyone ever again. Not very long ago I was destroyed because someone I thought was the love of my life used me and then threw me out like I was disposable. And then another guy who it turns out I have feelings for and never knew, rejects me because of something I can’t change? I can’t deal with all of this!” Doctor Carlson took both of his hands, and grabbed each of Corey’s. “I know how hard this is, and I know how scared it’s going to be to know that someone might reject you. I also know some people WILL reject you. But not everyone will, in fact most people won’t. You’d be surprised who you can find on your team if you give them half a chance. I’m asking you to take that chance. I’m asking you to go after Seth. I’m about to discharge you, and as a favor to me, PLEASE go talk to him, and tell him the truth this time.” He took something out of his pocket and gave it to Corey. “Here’s my number, my personal one. I don’t give that to anybody, but as I said…I care about you. No matter what happens, and no matter what time it is, I want you to call me when you’ve told him everything, and once you know what’s going to happen. If you were right, and it goes as badly as you expect, I’ll be there right away, and you don’t have to think about it again. But if you’re wrong, and I really think you’ll be wrong, call me and tell me so I can have a bit more happiness in my life. Corey…I saw the look on his face as he walked out of this room when he was leaving, I was just across the hall. And I saw so much heartbreak, I knew you hadn’t told him. And I know in my heart that his feelings for you are true; he will not let you down if you’re just honest with him.”

Corey sat there, he didn’t want to do this at all. He was much more content to let Seth think he didn’t have feelings for him. He flashed back once more to the pain he spotted in Seth’s eyes, the pain he himself had felt only too strongly. The exact same pain that had brought him to the boardwalk in the first place. He knew he was responsible for giving Seth that pain again, and it crushed him. He looked up at doctor Carlson, “I’d much rather go home with you…although I just realized I don’t know your first name.” The doctor laughed, “it’s James. And I’ll make you a promise, in all seriousness, you’re exactly the kind of guy I’ve always dreamt of finding. But you still have so much to experience, so much to take part in, things that being with a 50-year old muscle daddy would probably cause you to miss out on. If, in a few years, you’re still single, and you still are interested…I promise I will take you home with me!” Corey didn’t have the same sense of professionalism to worry about as the doctor did, so when he pulled himself tightly against James’ body and looked up at him, he didn’t hesitate for even a second. He brought his lips to the older man’s immediately, and locked them there as James’ body reacted in passion. James wrapped his arms around Corey and his mouth opened to the boy’s kiss. They stood their, locked in this embrace for several minutes. James knew a nurse or orderly could look in at any time, but this kid was magnetic. After awhile though he managed to get control of himself.

“You really are incredible Corey. I almost want to say I hope it doesn’t go well with Seth. But it will, I know it will, and I hope for the best for you two. Now I really need to discharge you because I’m sure the hospital needs the room for another patient. I’m going to quickly explain the medications I’m going to give you, and give you some information to take home and read. There’s a lot to know, but honestly it mostly becomes routine, and before you know it you’ll forget that you were so scared.” James smiled down at Corey, “I wish you could know how incredible you are, and exactly how much self-control it’s taking me to push you towards another guy. I almost wish I was a terrible person so I could keep you to myself…but I’d like to think that I would never stand in the way of anyone else’s happiness. So, go, and I’ll be waiting for you to call me to tell me how things went…one way or the other…”

Corey kissed James again one last time. ‘This man, a fucking doctor, is into me too? Crazy!’ He was going to be sad to leave, but only because it meant not being cuddled up with James in his hospital bed. He was not at all sad to be leaving the hospital, though he had absolutely no intention of following through on James’ wishes for him to confide in Seth. Regardless of what the doctor had told him, Corey couldn’t gather the courage to tell Seth the truth, and he knew that Seth would get over him easily enough anyway…‘just look at how popular he is’ he thought to himself.

Just a few hours later, Corey had been discharged and was walking with his parents through the hospital parking lot towards their car. His parents were talking nervously, trying to fill the awkward silence with meaningless smalltalk. He was barely listening, his thoughts a million miles away. He wished it could just be spring already, and taking off for LA once more to get back to shooting the show; leaving all this drama and heartache behind him. Those 18-hour or more days left him little time to worry about anything else other than bringing his character to life. And he was still expected to continue his high-school studies, which he was determined to do with excellence—his eye on valedictorian.

As they arrived home, his mom asked him about dinner, “I made lasagna, I know it’s your favourite, do you want to eat right away?” “Thanks mom, but I didn’t sleep very well in the hospital, and I kind of want to just take a nap, I’m really tired.” He gave his mom a kiss on the cheek, hugged his dad, and walked up the stairs to his room.

Sleep didn’t come easily to Corey, he was too preoccupied with his thoughts. Feelings of bitterness were what came to him strongest, and he started to feel an intense depression falling on him. As he wallowed with self-pity, he tossed and turned, frustrated that he couldn’t even find any peace at home in his bed. Finally, he turned back to face the ceiling, and glumly accepted that his life was forever going to be different…

Across town, Corey couldn’t know that Seth was experiencing a similar depression as he tried to get some seep as well. He couldn’t get Corey’s face out of his mind, and he felt utterly defeated. The feelings that had swollen inside him ever since he first ran into Corey the other night hadn’t gone anywhere, he was as consumed with burning thoughts of desire for the other boy as ever. But the rejection had dealt a blow of finality to those desires, and he now had to accept that he did not have a chance with Corey. He still had a hard time accepting that Corey hadn’t felt about him the same desires that he felt; he started to reminisce about their kiss.

Seth remembered the taste of Corey’s lips, as he’d pressed his own against the other boy’s mouth. Sweet, alluring, and soft like velvet. He felt his cock stiffen inside his underwear as he thought about the way Corey had enveloped his mouth as he gave in to the kiss. He reached a hand down and started stroking the meaty shaft. Thick strands of precum had started to drip from the tip of his cockhead. His breath grew more shallow as he was consumed with thoughts of the other boy’s touch. He desperately wanted to devour Corey, touch and kiss and lick and fuck every single inch of the other boy’s body. He started to think about those luscious lips sliding down his hard member, and he spit into his hand as he started to stroke. Slowly at first, thinking about how it would feel to have Corey on his knees in front of him, eagerly working Seth’s manhood. His tongue swirling around Seth’s cockhead, his hands gripping his balls just right, and his lips at the base of the shaft, choking on the entirety of Seth’s massive dick.

Seth’s hand started moving faster and faster, gripping his shaft tightly as he was lost in the fantasy of Corey going down on him. He could feel the hot, wet, soft tongue of the other boy massaging his cockhead, and it made him ache for release. The only release he dreamed of was directly into the other boy, with Corey greedily taking every drop of his load, and seemingly begging for more. Seth was on the edge now, his fantasy taking over completely, and nothing on his mind except for the feeling of his lover’s devotion to his pleasure. Seth’s hips bucked, meeting the strokes of his hand, and propelling him across the point of no return. He grit his teeth so as not to make too much noise, his breathing coming in jagged gasps, and his long pent-up load pumping from his balls up through his shaft and out the tip of his cock like a fire hydrant of teenage sexual release. Five, six, seven pulses of his cum had shot out the tip, blasting up to his own face, and covering his massive pecs and washboard abs. Eight, nine, ten…they just kept coming. His mind emptied completely, he saw only white, and his entire body felt like it had just been set on fire. Finally, as his balls seemed to have no more left to expel, his breathing slowed, and his grip on his cock loosened. He fell asleep with his last awakened thoughts being of Corey and how badly his candle burned for the other.

Across town, Corey had found himself somehow in the same situation. As the gloom of his present situation shrouded all his thoughts in darkness, he was replaying the scene in the hospital over and over again, telling Seth that he was in love with someone else. He felt excruciating pain at the look of anguish on Seth’s face, and somehow his mind contrasted to the hope and desire he had Seen as Seth bent towards him for that kiss. And the more he thought about that look, the more he focused on the kiss. Corey had never shared a kiss like that with anyone before. He thought that kissing Kyle had been hot, romantic, even full of love. But, whether it was because he knew better what Kyle was like now or because he had something else to compare it to, he realized that what he felt when he kissed Seth was on an entirely different scale.

The hunger in Seth’s motions, the passion in his embrace, the way he desired Corey in a way Kyle never had…it all came to the forefront of Corey’s mind. Corey too felt himself starting to grow hard. For a moment, all he wanted was to kiss Seth again, to feel Seth’s hands roaming across his body again. His underwear went tight as they tented up painfully, his dick pulsing with desperation. He slid a hand inside the waistband and gave it a few tugs, feeling his skin instantly heat up all over his body.

He dragged his briefs partway down his legs, enough to free up his hardon, and started jacking off. He thought about Seth’s incredible muscular body; how it had felt pressed up against him tight on his hospital bed. Seth’s square jaw and chiseled features, those giant arms, and rock hard chest. Corey’s desire deepened, and he felt his burning passion starting to rise.

All of a sudden, the look on Seth’s face when he heard Corey’s lie came back to Corey’s mind, and he instantly lost his erection. Corey scrunched up his face, desperately trying to hold the tears back. He pulled his underwear back up roughly, and threw himself onto his side. He grabbed a pillow, holding it against himself tightly, and went back to wallowing in his pity. After what felt like several hours, he eventually fell into a dream-filled sleep; where shadows pursued him, and he had nowhere to run. His mom knocked gently at his door later that evening, but when she heard his light snores, she left him be…

That weekend was one of the worst of Corey’s life. He shut himself in his room, turned off his phone, and ignored his computer. He bundled himself up in his bed and spent his days drifting in and out of a restless kind of trance. He would find himself crying soft tears from time to time, and mentally berate himself for his weakness. He had no future, he realized, with any other person. He was destined to be alone like this until his disease got to him in the end. He had no intention of trying again to kill himself, clearly it wasn’t necessary. He could just bide his time and let this virus do it to him itself. There were so many thoughts competing for attention in his head, and all of them bitter and full of self-pity.

A few times he thought about calling James, and pretending that he had told Seth and that he had been right. But each time he thought about it, the idea of lying to someone else just made him feel sick. If he could go back in time, he wasn’t sure he would have changed his mind at the boardwalk. The icy waters of the St. Mary’s could have taken him much less painfully than what he was facing now.

Corey’s parents were worried, but they weren’t sure they should interrupt their son. Clearly he had just gone through something traumatic, but teenagers don’t open up on command. If he wanted to discuss it with them, he would bring it to them himself. They languished amongst themselves over what Corey might have dealt with, but without any desire to add further trauma to his current state. One or the other of his parents would check on him every now and then, knocking on his door, making sure he had a glass of water on the desk next to the bed, and letting him know there was food ready if he was hungry. Each time they came into his room, he pretended to be asleep. The last thing Corey could handle right now was sitting around his parents knowing what he knew, and with them being clueless.

As Sunday evening came, and the school week loomed large in his thoughts, Corey made the decision to stop going to school. He would tell his parents he didn’t feel well, and see how long he could make it last until he finally had to tell them the truth. He was sure he could buy himself a few weeks before he had to tell them the truth. And once he did, he was sure he could convince them to let him continue his studies from home…or from the hospital more likely. He had no desire to see any of his peers again. Except that wasn’t true, he had a burning desire for Seth. But no matter what he wanted to let himself believe, his insecurity—and his experience with Kyle—ensured there was no chance he would act on those desires. He fell asleep that night with a little more ease, at least knowing he had some sort of a plan. It wasn’t much, but at least he chose it for himself and it wasn’t decided by anyone else.

Monday morning was rough for Seth. He had barely responded to texts or calls from Scott or Julie, told them he was busy with helping his dad. He had spent much of the weekend in his homemade gym in the basement, pumping iron to clear his thoughts. It worked, but the effect only lasted as long as his exercise, and he eventually needed to come back to block out everything else he was feeling. His body was as hard and defined as ever, but his mind was an absolute mess. He got up when his alarm went off, but he hadn’t been asleep for hours. He felt his body aching from lack of sleep, and his eyes felt sore and dry. He wandered into the bathroom and got into the shower, turning the heat up as high as it would go. The burning drops of water on his body felt purifying, and for the first time since he left the hospital, he felt himself relax. And as the spray of the faucet beat down on him, he allowed himself to cry. His tears of anger, sadness, and rejection felt welcome as he finally let go of his restraint. His emotions were swirling, and he thought back to that evening in California over the summer when he had found his cousin in bed with his lover. That had felt like anguish at the time, but Seth realized now, that was nothing compared to the feeling of Corey telling him he was in love with someone else.

He didn’t know how, he couldn’t explain to himself why, but the feelings he had for Corey were much stronger than anything he had felt before; Tommy had been a blip on his heart, Corey was the whole thing. He cried himself out, until there was nothing left to give, and went on with his shower. Cleaning the weekends grief, and exercise off, until he was clean and feeling a little more awake. Emotionally he was completely drained, but physically he felt somewhat more alive. He wasn’t hungry, but after getting dressed for school he threw some bread into the toaster and ate it with some cream cheese once it popped. He made himself a cup of coffee, and prepared lunch for him and his father. He left the larger portion on top of the stove with a post-it note on top with just the word EAT, underlined three times. He went up to his father’s room to check on him, and found him still passed out, empty beer bottles scattered around the floor next to the bed. Seth cringed, and quietly picked up the bottles and closed the door to his father’s room behind him.

With only a few minutes left to make it to school on time, Seth grabbed his bag and went out the door. He threw his bag into the passenger seat of his car, got in, and started the engine. He sat there motionless for a couple of minutes before finally taking a deep breath, putting the engine in reverse, and pulling out of the driveway. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this empty in his life; maybe it was when his mom had passed away. But even then, he had thought he had his dad to comfort him…now, he knew better.

Seth noticed the empty chair where Corey normally sat right away. It was first period, and the bell had already rung. Corey was never late to class, let alone absent from school entirely—he had nearly perfect attendance! Seth knew it wasn’t his place, Corey had made that crystal clear, but he couldn’t stop himself from worrying about the other boy. All through that first class of the day, he couldn’t concentrate on anything. By the time the bell had rang for second period to start, both Julie and Scott who hadn’t been with Seth in first period, were worried about their friend. He barely responded to either of them, and if he did it was with a one-word answer. His laugh was hollow and forced when they made a joke, and his face wasn’t hiding his depression at all. When his last class of the day had ended, he headed for the changing rooms. Tonight was football practice and as team Captain, it was his job to lead the plays. The locker room was already full when he arrived, with the boys laughing and yelling and joking around with each other. He barely noticed any of it as he went to his locker and started getting changed into his uniform. One of his friends clapped him on the shoulder and said something, but he wasn’t paying attention and responded with only a smile—which looked more like a grimace. Finally, they were all ready and they headed out to the field.

It was the worst practice of Seth’s life. He was unfocused, he called the wrong plays, and he dropped the ball twice…something he had never done at practice ever before. Everyone could see that he was out of it. Coach Santos pulled him aside halfway through practice to ask him what the hell was going on. Their coach wasn’t one to mince words, and his support maxed out as told his star player to get a grip and get his ass in gear.

Seth rallied, and the second half of their practice was somewhat better than the first; he found that if he concentrated on the far end of the field where the opponents goalposts would be, he was able to push thoughts of Corey to the back of his mind temporarily.

When Coach Santos blew his whistle to let the team know it was time to hit the showers, Seth was able to sidestep his friends and make his way out of their view without them noticing. He made his way over to the track; the last members of the relay team had gathered their things just a few minutes before, and he had the track entirely to himself. He didn’t enjoy jogging very much, but he started off at an easygoing pace; making his way around the track a couple of times. He was starting to sweat, and the sun was setting when he decided to pick up the pace. The more energy he poured into his run, the less he had to put into his thoughts. He went around the track a few more times, finally breaking out into a full sprint. He wasn’t able to keep this pace up for very long, and after one last lap of the track, he stopped, nearly collapsing on the track. Seth’s chest was heaving, he was completely out of breath, and for the second time that day he allowed himself to break down, and found himself sitting on the track, hugging his legs, and pouring his heart out to the emptiness around him.

Seth didn’t know how long he stayed like that, but he had no desire to return home and see the state his father was in. He had nothing to look forward to. There was only one person he wanted to see, and that person had made it clear that he did not return Seth’s feelings. Finally as the last hints of the sunset were starting to fade, Seth got up and returned to the locker room. He knew the janitors were still working at this hour, and the door would not yet be locked. He prayed that there was no one left inside that would try to start a conversation, and it felt like the only time that day that things had gone his way when he found the change room and the showers empty.

After he had packed up his stuff, he walked to his car, and once again spent a few minutes just sitting in his seat before starting up the engine. The sense of hopelessness was new to Seth, he had always had an idea of what he wanted to do next no matter what situation he found himself in. He had always felt like there was someone he could talk to who could help him if he needed it. But no one could help him with Corey. If the other boy didn’t love him back, that was all there was to it.

Seth thought about starting his car and just driving away. Going wherever the roads led him. But he knew he couldn’t just abandon his father; it was only because of Seth’s care that Nate Johnson hadn’t already died. He didn’t cook for himself, he didn’t bathe himself, and more often than not he drank himself into the abyss. Seth always made sure to keep an eye on his father, ready to call an ambulance if Nate went unresponsive. He cooked for his father, cleaned him up, and made sure that the house wasn’t entirely falling apart. If he took off…it was not going to be long before Nate died from his lifestyle, and Seth couldn’t handle thinking about that eventuality.

When he arrived home, Seth saw that his father had gone from being passed out in his bedroom upstairs, to being passed out on the filthy couch in the living room. A new collection of empty bottles scattered over the floor. Seth walked to the kitchen and saw that his father had, at least, eaten the food that Seth had cooked for him that morning. Although he had crumpled up the post-it note and threw it on the floor, and the dishes he had left were haphazardly strewn about on the counter and in the sink. Seth took a deep breath to stave off his sense of hopelessness, and started cleaning up.

After a simple meal of chicken, rice, and vegetables—the larger portion of which he left for his dad in the usual place—Seth went upstairs to start his homework. Having paid nearly zero attention in his classes that day, his thoughts consumed by Corey’s perpetually empty seat, he didn’t make much headway. At just before ten o’clock that night, Seth heard a car pull into his driveway.

Corey’s parents had exchanged startled glances that morning when Corey told them that he wasn’t feeling well, and was not going to be going to school. They weren’t about to argue with him, he had just gotten out of the hospital! But they knew their son well enough to know that he was not telling them the truth…or at least, nowhere near the full truth. There wasn’t much they could do about it, or at least they didn’t think it was a good idea to press the subject so soon after whatever it was had happened, so they acquiesced. His mom forced him to eat breakfast with them; she sat down and watched him to make sure he swallowed his food. Corey felt nauseous the entire time, and his throat was so dry it felt like sandpaper. But he somehow managed to chew his meal, which felt like cardboard, and swallowed it to the satisfaction of his mother.

His parents kissed him goodbye, directed him to leave the door locked while they were gone, and go straight back to bed. He waved them goodbye, and did exactly as they had told him. Only forty minutes or so after having gotten out of bed, he was back in it, and this time Corey breathed a sigh of relief. ‘So far, so good’ he thought to himself.

Corey got out of bed in the afternoon, finding he just couldn’t stay in bed any longer, and sat down in the living room to watch some television. He drank some water, his mouth still felt unbelievably dry, and he zoned out to the trash that was daytime television. His mom called shortly after, and he answered the phone knowing it would make her feel better if he did. He assured her he was okay, that she had just woken him up from bed, and that he was going back to sleep immediately. He channel surfed for awhile, suddenly coming across a news channel that was finishing up the end of the hour-long broadcast of mainly depressing stories from around the world with one feel-good puff-piece.

The story was about a man from some small eastern European country. He had been a child when a civil war broke out, and different factions had waged bloody crusades against one another for supremacy, committing all kinds of atrocities. He had been with his family in a small village when they heard screams and gunfire coming from not far away. The mother and all of her children including this boy, had immediately left everything they owned and their house, and made a run for it, heading to the next closest village for help. Their mother was older and had a bad leg, a wound from an earlier war in the country. Their father had died in that war, and it was just the children and their mother. She knew she wasn’t going to make it very far, and she made her eldest son, the man the story was about, promise her that he would make sure his brother and sisters made it out of the village safe. Even if she didn’t catch up, he had to promise her he would get them out safe. He made the promise, and every now and then as they ran he would look back to make sure their mother was still following behind them as he kept his siblings going.

At some point, he looked back, and he didn’t see her anymore. And he knew he would never see her again. The children had continued to hear the gunshots going off behind them, and they ran for miles and miles to make it to the next village. As the boy corralled what was left of his family to safety, a man approached them. The boy didn’t know if the man was a friend or foe, but he screamed out to the man, begging for his help. The man found his way to the children and was able to get them back to his home. It was there that the man found that the eldest boy had taken a bullet to his side.

The civil war ended when the United Nations sent peacekeepers into the country to prevent any further military action, only a few days after the boy and his brother and sisters had made it into the safety of this stranger’s home. The siblings were all rescued by a group of peacekeepers, and they were sent to an orphanage; all except the eldest boy who was in bad shape in the hospital. The man visited the boy in the hospital every day, making sure someone was keeping an eye on him all the time, telling the doctors that he was the boy’s older brother. Months went by, and the man came back to the hospital each day, holding his hand, and eventually helping him eat, helping him walk, helping him go to the bathroom. When the boy finally had healed enough to leave the hospital, he went looking for his brother and sisters, and left the man’s village.

Years later, as an adult, the boy never forgot the bravery, kindness, and selflessness of the man. He spent years trying to find him, to thank him for everything he had done, and now, finally after all that time, he found him. The news showed their reunion, the hug the two shared, now both men, was so full of emotion, Corey found himself tearing up. ‘What an incredible story!’ The story ended with an interview with both men, and it showed them laughing and smiling and crying with happiness. It was obvious that they shared a bond, that the trauma they had lived through together, even for a short time, bonded them for life. Both men said they loved the other as actual brothers, and at the very end the other brother and both sisters came into the interview to officially meet the man that had saved them.

It wasn’t like Corey could relate to what the man in the story had gone through; however the part about being bonded by the trauma they had lived through together stuck on him…it was purely chance that he happened upon that story in the news, he never would normally have been watching tv at that time, or even that channel. But something had changed in Corey, and he was finding himself feeling angry at himself for giving up so easily. He had never before shied away from things when they got difficult, and though this may be the most difficult part of his life so far, he didn’t WANT to give up.

He turned off the television, feeling like he might finally have an idea of what to do next. It was terrifying, and he had no expectation that anything would work out any better than if he did just give up, but at least he would be able to tell himself that he tried. Corey took a shower, got changed, and just after four o’clock, he left the house and locked the door behind him.

Corey knew, more-or-less, what part of town Seth lived in. But he didn’t know exactly which street. It was just after six o’clock by the time he’d parked himself on what he hoped was the right street, after having stopped at the pharmacy to finally fill out and pick up his new prescriptions. The pharmacist had sat him down to go over the same directions James had already told him, three more times. She didn’t want him to leave, she was so concerned by this boy’s diagnosis, she refused to take his word for it that he did, in fact, understand the instructions. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally let him go. He didn’t want to think about the hefty containers in his car at the moment, that would only make his task harder. He walked up to the first house and knocked on the door. “Uh, hi. I’m looking for the Johnson’s house, Seth Johnson?” The girl who had answers the door, probably just a few years younger than himself, gaped up at him in shock. “Wait! You’re Corey Silver! Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod! Can I please get an autograph?” Corey plastered his best fake smile on his face. He’d had to get really good at doing these or he wouldn’t have survived, he HATED this part of being on a television show. It had been hard enough when he had to return to school and the principal and his parents had had to have a sit down meeting a month before school returned to plan out how to deal with paparazzi and security. But there was nothing you could do about the fans, they seemed to be everywhere.

Corey resigned himself to signing the ‘Empty Spaces’ special edition blow-dryer the girl came running back to the door with, amazed at the lengths corporations will go to to make a buck. He signed along the handle with the black sharpie she’d provided him with, and asked again, “do you know where Seth Johnson lives? The Johnsons?” She shook her head, and Corey turned around and left, hanging his shoulders in frustration. The next few houses were no help either, although thankfully he wasn’t asked for any more autographs; he was, however, invited to come in for a drink with a very talkative lady who must have been at least in her 70’s, and who kept finding excuses to touch his chest and his arm. He ran away from her without bothering to ask about Seth’s house again. He went down the first street and turned to get up to the next cross street, probably spent at least an hour knocking on doors. No one seemed to have any clue who the Johnsons were, or where they lived.

Sunset had come and gone, and it was almost nine o’clock. His parents had called twice, worried out of their minds when they didn’t find him at home and he hadn’t left a note. But he assured them he had just gone back to talk to the doctor about how he was feeling, and that he would be home soon. They reluctantly told him to do what he needed to feel better, but to come home soon. Corey was almost ready to give up and go home when he spotted a house with a car he was sure he recognized from somewhere. He was thinking it might have been someone from school. He knocked on the door, and amazingly Seth’s friend Josh Woodman answered the door. He looked surprised to see Corey standing there. Corey was so relieved that he’d found someone who would definitely be able to point him to Seth’s house, that he probably smiled a bit too enthusiastically. Josh regarded him with a strange look and Corey, flustered, let his smile falter. “Uh, hey Josh. I know this is kinda weird, but I need to talk to Seth. Can you tell me his address?” Josh looked at him like he was an alien, “did you think about maybe using your phone to call him?” ‘Why was he being so difficult!’ “Uh, I don’t have his number, and I kind of need to see him in person.” Josh looked at him for a little while longer, “it’s important!” Corey added, impatience starting to get the best of him. Finally, he pointed at the intersection, “he’s a few blocks south on Dupont, corner Dupont and Charleston. If he’s home, you’ll know it because of that beautiful new car he got himself. If he’s not home, you’ll know it because his dad will be yelling and hollering like a crazy person.” With that, Josh closed the door.

Not giving two fucks about Josh Woodman, he ran down the block to where he had parked his car, and practically tore the door open. He pulled open the gps and headed to the corner of Dupont and Charleston. When he got there, he was relieved to see that Seth’s shiny new Aston Martin was there. Unfortunately, even if that meant Seth was home, he looked at the state of the home and gulped with dread. ‘What the fuck am I about to walk into…’ Corey walked up to the door, and knocked. The entire door and its frame seemed like it was moments away from falling off its hinges—when he heard someone yell, “GAH! What the fuck was that?? SETH! Get the fucking door you useless piece of shit!”

Corey was not sure how to react, but he didn’t have much time to think about it. Just a moment later the door swung open, and Seth stood there, his handsome face contorted with anger and pain, sweat dripping off his brow. He saw it was Corey and his expression darkened. “Oh, it’s you. What do you want?” Corey was speechless, he could not imagine what Seth was going through. Was this his life? Was that really his dad? How did I not know what was going on? ‘Because I never cared enough to ask, he was always just some dumb jock, remember?’ Corey hated himself in that moment, felt ill with remorse. He grabbed Seth’s hand and pulled him gently out of the house, Seth resisted at first but then finally allowed himself to be steered outside. Corey walked until they were at the end of the driveway, and where they couldn’t hear any noise from the house anymore. He took a deep breath, and looked up into Seth’s eyes, wishing he would stop looking at Corey like that.

“I lied to you. At the hospital. I was scared, so I told you I couldn’t be with you because I was in love with someone else. I had been in love with someone else, but that was before he broke my heart. And I had given up on him years ago anyway. He has nothing to do with why I was pushing you away.” Seth folded his arms in front of his chest, “what do you mean, scared of what?” Corey looked pleadingly at Seth, wishing he would give him some sign that he wasn’t going to just squash his dreams and stamp all over his heart, but the other boy just looked at him, without any discernible emotion on his face. “I…got some news at the hospital. Bad news. I’m still kind of trying to process it. But it was bad enough that it terrified me, and it also made me scared that you would reject me. So I made up the lie about being in love with someone else so that you wouldn’t have a chance to hurt me.” Seth finally dropped his anger, confusion taking its place. “Why would I reject you? I told you, I…care about you. A lot by the way, more than I thought I would. And, I think, more than you care about me.” Corey felt like he’d been slapped in the face, but he knew he deserved it. “You’re wrong,” he said, taking a small, tentative step towards Seth. “I lied to you, I protected myself, because I knew you had the power to hurt me; BECAUSE I like you so much. Seth…that day, at the hospital…I found out that I have HIV.” Corey shut his eyes as he finished speaking, he was so scared to see how Seth reacted, he couldn’t look. He was pretty sure he was going to hear Seth’s footsteps heading away from him, back towards the house. Or that he’d tell Corey to have a nice life or something. He wasn’t sure he could handle it after all, he was regretting coming here and he would have given anything to be curled up in his bed by himself. But that was when he felt Seth pull him forward, felt the muscular boy’s massive arms wrap around him, and felt Seth’s face press against his neck. “I am so fucking sorry Corey! I am so fucking sorry if I made you feel like you couldn’t trust me to tell me. If I made you feel like I would abandon you. I am just so fucking sorry!”

Corey could feel Seth trembling around him, and knew the bigger boy was crying. He finally opened his eyes, and looked up at the rugged, handsome face that continued to surprise him again and again. “Fuck. You have nothing to be sorry for, I’m the asshole who didn’t trust you, even after you saved my life. Please don’t be sorry, just please don’t let me go!” Seth smiled down at the sexy, incredible guy he had in his arms. He was so happy, he thought his heart might burst. He kissed Corey, harder and rougher than he meant to, he was just so relieved that he had him there, standing in his driveway, held tightly in his arms. It was Corey who broke off the kiss, “you’re not scared of me? Of catching the virus?” Seth shrugged, “I’ll go on PrEP. You just got the news, right? You’ll probably need some time to adjust to your medication…I’ve heard at the beginning it can be rough. I promise you one thing though, I’ll hold your hand through the whole thing, I won’t leave your side. I wish I didn’t know this part, but you’re going to feel pretty sick at first, like a horrible flu. But I won’t leave you alone even for a moment, I’m going to take care of you Corey. We won’t be able to…take things further for awhile. But I don’t care, just getting to hold you in my arms again feels incredible. And when you ARE feeling better, I’m going to make love to you for hours. And when I’m making love to you, I want you to feel me, without any barriers, just me throbbing deep inside you. And when I can’t hold back any longer, I want you to feel it all; I want you to feel me filling you. I’ve only slept with one other person, and I thought I was in love with him, but it was nothing compared to how I feel about you. I’m not scared of you, I’m not scared of a virus, and I’m not going to put latex between us: I want it to be just you and me…”

Corey couldn’t believe how well Seth was taking this, he also did not gloss over the part where he told him how badly he wanted to be inside Corey, raw no less! But he was shocked to learn how much Seth seemed to know about the whole thing. “My cousin’s friend…” he trailed off. He shook his head, clearly upset about something, but he kept going, “my cousin’s friend is HIV positive, and I got to know him a bit when I was in California this summer.” Corey was so curious about what happened in California, he didn’t want to rush Seth, but Seth now knew his deepest secrets… “was this the guy that broke your heart?” Seth shook his head, “no, in hindsight I probably should have spent more time with this guy, he was really cool too and I doubt I would have gotten hurt the same way. He was also super open about everything, I had never met anyone who was poz before, and I had so many questions. He never made me feel stupid or rude for asking. I’m actually so happy that I did, because I feel like I can be a better boyfriend to you because of everything I learned about HIV from him.”

Corey’s heart had done a somersault when Seth had said ‘boyfriend’. He hadn’t really thought about their relationship if they actually ended up together after his big revelation. “You want to be my boyfriend?” he asked cautiously. Seth looked at him in surprise, “is that not what you want? I thought…” Corey shook his head violently, “no! It’s what I want! Oh god do I want that! I just…hadn’t considered that it might actually happen.” Seth looked down at him, and smiled. The first full smile Corey had ever seen on his face, not mixed with concern, sadness, or any other emotion. Just pure happiness, and it made his handsome face look even sexier. “Corey, will you please be my boyfriend?” Corey grabbed Seth roughly and shoved his tongue in the other boy’s mouth. Seth held onto Corey like a vice, squeezing him close—as tightly as he could without hurting him. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Corey pulled away, “I’m yours Seth. For as long as you want me.

It was then that they hard a crazed yell coming from behind them; so loud they both jumped, and with so much hatred that both boys were chilled to their very cores. Seth’s face went white, all the blood draining from his face when his father screamed “FUCKING FAGGOTS! GET THE FUCK OFF MY PROPERTY!”

Do you go to the gym hoping to see a guy put on a jockstrap or take a shower? Do you indulge in 30, 40 or 40 minutes of exercises to rub shoulders with Mr. Muscles… and dream of some hot encounter? No need to answer these two questions, I already know the answer. Same for me.

Every morning, around 7 or 7:30, I go to the gym at the St. Lawrence Community Recreation Centre in downtown Toronto. It’s barely one block from my apartment. The gym is not very busy at such and early time. One Black guy runs on the treadmill and then does weight lifting. He’s already at work when I arrive, probably the first one to enter when the gym opens at 6:30. We never see him on Saturday and Sunday.

Two women, mid-30 and mid-60, also use the treadmill before spending some time on a stationary bike. One regular White guy goes to the gym for about half an hour, using at least four or five equipments, and following the instruction on a sign posted on each wall: Please wipe down equipment after each use. As for me, I do 30 seated leg press at a bench machine that I set at 30 pounds, then a 30-minute routine on a stationary bike set at level 15.

I assume that I’m the only gay person in that community gym early in the morning. I’m also the only one who brings a book. I like to read while I peddle for half an hour, pen in hand, because I’m a book critic and I underline certain words, expressions, figures of style, noting the page number at the end of the novel or collection of short stories for reference during my book review for Toronto’s French-language paper L’Express.

Recently, my reading was pleasantly disrupted by the arrival of two bears, each sporting a superb big butt. It was a pure delight to watch them bend over and imagine the divine spanking I could deliver. To be honest, I dreamt of tongue-fucking them. Once, when there was no one else around, I casually let my hand brush against the younger bear’s ass. The reaction was direct and unabashed, not to mention homophobic. I lied and said that I just wanted to feel his muscles, without any sexual intent.

The new kid on the block, so to speak, looks like an East Indian guy approximately 25 years-old. I only see him from a distance because he’s into weight lifting at one end of the gym and my stationary bike is at the other end. I sometime can watch him more closely when he runs on the treadmill, mid-way along the wall. He wears loose jogging pants and no jockstrap because I can see that his cock is bouncing up and down. Fuck, dark meat would be a tasty snack! We both seem to use the gym roughly at the same time.

I don’t want to scare him away, like I did with the two bears; so, I fantasize and imagine that he is bisexual and single. Maybe his name is Muhammad, Hassan or Amir, but I baptize him Zahir, which means “helper, supporter”. Since the St. Lawrence Community Recreation Centre does not have a locker room (just a cloakroom in the hallway), and since there is not a shower area except near the swimming pool on the ground level. I have no chance to see guys wandering around in their jockstraps or naked under a stream of water. I can just fantasize. I imagine that Zahir is Muslim and therefore circumcised for cultural reasons. His cock is slender and the mushroom is purple. His body has a strong musky scent, the kind of intoxicating smell that gets me hard. His ass crack is hairy and his anus is a yummy chocolate rosebud. At night, I dream about cuddling his brownie body and start jerking off.

Weeks follow each other but are not the same. Last Monday, Zahir did a series of stretches very close to where I was cycling. I was able to observe him from behind only and his little ass filled me with excitement. Back home I wrote a note saying that I would love to feel his muscles, to give him a massage. The next day, I didn’t dare deliver this note. I just blinked an eye when I saw him entering the gym. I had no idea that my wink had an effect on him.

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All the time Zahir exercises, he is thinking how it would be hot to rub against Paul. When he gets home, he imagines hugging him, getting hard and having mutual masturbation.

Paul continues to blink at Zahir who remains stoic. Paul wants so much to kiss him, but does not dare to do so in fear of being rejected. He writes another note, much longer than the first one:

“Dear gym buddy;

I constantly dream of you. I baptized you Zahir because I image you as a helper, a supporter. I find you so handsome. I hope that you are not against man-to-man attraction. I’m 100% gay. Maybe you are bisexual, but hopefully not 100% straight.

Going to the gym is the highlight of my day. Your presence warms my heart. I will not hide the fact that your stretching exercises excite me, especially when you do them near my stationary bicycle station. I dream of hugging you warmly, of feeling your manhood invade me.

Warm kiss from Paul.”

No need to say that Paul does not hand this love letter to Zahir. He prefers to live in a world of fantasy rather than in a situation of possible rejection because of his advanced age, 76 years old. Meanwhile, Zahir also writes a letter, a short note in fact:

عزيزي صديق الصالة الرياضية (Dear gym buddy)

“The first day I saw you at the St. Lawrence Community Centre, I knew I was attracted to men, to older guys, to a daddy figure. I find you so mature, so good looking. At night, I imagine us hugging, caressing, kissing, enjoying man-to-man pleasures. I hope that I am not too direct. Warm kiss from Zahir.”This note remains on Zahir’s pillow. The two gym buddies never get to share their strong mutual attraction. One day, the handsome gym buddy does not show up at the St. Lawrence Community Centre. His absence goes on for a week before Paul inquires at the front desk about the East Indian guy that has stopped exercising. He is told that Zahir has moved from Toronto. Paul walks back home with tears in his eyes.

Karl is a well respected, likeable figure in his profession.  His natural charm and confidence leads him to be a much-sought-after teacher in his medical field, and as such he closes the apartment door behind him and heads off for a few days as guest lecturer in London.  First class rail transport, a 5-star hotel and a few days of luxury await and Karl pulls his suitcase behind him as he heads for the nearby train station.

Depositing his suitcase in the luggage rack, Karl settles into his first class seat and enjoys a glass of champagne as he relaxes on the three hour journey to the capital.    After a calm and stress-free journey, he is met off the train by a chauffeur who takes his luggage and whisks him away to his luxury hotel.  After a drink in the hotel bar, he makes his way up to his room and smiles at the sight of his luggage deposited waiting for him inside the door of his hotel suite.

Wheeling his suitcase behind him, Karl lays it flat on the hotel room floor and unlocks the case, opening it deliberately and smirking as he reveals the contents.

Jack looks up at his owner and remains frozen.  Stark naked except for the thick collar around his neck, the compact frame of the Olympic athlete is packed tightly into the suitcase and Jack feels shaken and bruised by his five hours inside the suitcase.  Transported naked to another city, with nothing but a collar for clothing.

“Wall” his master states, and Jack pulls himself quickly and silently from inside the suitcase.  Seeing a wall in front of him, he scampers on his haunches and kneels facing the wall.  Hands behind his back, stark naked, his nose and knees touching the wall with his bare feet spaced at shoulder width behind him.  It feels good to stretch his athletic body after so long encased in misery, but Jack knows he could now be spending the remainder of the evening facing the wall until his master requires further service.

Jack’s existence is complete and abject slavery now.  It is only his training as an athlete that allows any sense of normality in his life, though even this is strictly controlled and he can never escape the knowledge of what he is.  A slave object, completely trapped in his utter submission to his cruel owner.  As he kneels and faces the wall, he is mindful to remain completely still and silent so as not to disturb his master.  He understands he is no longer free.  He no longer has privacy or leisure, his every move controlled by his sadistic, cruel owner.  Simply an object to serve.  Never a moment to relax, never a moment of release.  When he isn’t serving, he wastes his life posing or waiting for his owner to use him.

Karl lays on the comfortable double bed and switches on the TV.  An evening to relax and enjoy the luxury of his room.  After some time channel surfing, he clicks his fingers and motions to his feet.  His slave crawls quickly to his master’s feet and carefully – reverentially – removes his master’s expensive shoes.  He assumes the position, face pressed against the underside of his master’s socks and the dampness of his master’s day pressed against his mouth and nose.  Karl wiggles his socked feet deliberately, and rubs his feet over his slave object’s face.  The bliss of a free man enjoying his dominance and superiority over a supposed straight athlete who he now owns.

It isn’t long before Jack finds himself licking his master’s feet. Long deliberate licks over the souls, between the toes and all over his owner’s feet.  He knows what will follow and sure enough he is required to undress his master, taking each item of clothing and hanging it in the wardrobe for his owner.  

Karl lays naked on the bed, his cock now fully erect and ready to use his slave property.  Jack feels the weight of something of his own between his legs but his conditioning means he is unable to see or gain any pleasure from his own large cock, which has now been ignored and absent since his enslavement months ago.  It juts and waves erect, ignored in the air, desperate for any form of relief that will never come.  As far as he is concerned, he is now a cockless object.  His days of any release of cum are gone.  His body locked in a perpetual invisible chastity sentence.

With a sigh of contentment, Karl whispers “fucktoy” and smiles as he watches his compact, muscular slave climb onto the bed and straddle his master.  Carefully, the slave positions itself above its master’s cock and slowly slides down on its master’s pole.  Silently and with a fixed smile on its face, the slave begins the process of fucking itself.  Its body bolt upright, its arms displaying its biceps, the slave moves up and down on its master’s pole fucking its hole deliberately for the enjoyment of its master.  Although its hole is now stretched by its regular use, the slave feels every sense of humiliation at its status as a sex toy without any form of release or self satisfaction.  Its’ days of masculinity, its days of fucking women, now only a memory that will never return.  It is truly its master’s bitch hole now.

After enjoying the abject show of humiliation from his slave, Karl clicks his fingers again.  The well trained Olympic rower jumps from the bed and lies quickly on its back on the floor.  Without delay, it lifts up its hole and spreads its legs wide.  Silently and humbly it offers up its hole to its master and gasps involuntarily as its master enters its hole.  

And so the humble object that was once a straight boy is fucked mercilessly.  Naked and collared on the floor with its arse high in the air it is bred by its master.  And, after it feels its master flood its insides, it climbs obediently onto its masters bed and rests its head on its master’s pillow.  The stiffness from its time inside the suitcase and the brutal fucking it has just received apparent in its legs, it lays its head on the duvet.  Master Karl grins and mounts the bed.  With a sigh he sits himself down on his bed and makes himself comfortable sitting up resting against the headboard of the bed.  Underneath his hot, sweaty arse crack, the slave positions his nose inside his master’s hole and licks gently at its master’s balls as Karl flops his junk over his slave’s face.  Humble Jack knows that he will be spending at least the next hour licking and worshipping his master’s arse hole and crack with his tongue.  The only use his tongue has any longer.

TWENTY

-ONE

A N N E

“It suits me very well.”

-Anne Kirkner

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“Don’t go up in that raggedy ass store.”

As cars whizzed past them on Helvering, the girls threw cans at the Dollar General.

“That’s where that one crackhead bitch work.”

“Un unh. Not anymore.”

“What happened?”

“I think the bitch ran into the wrong niggah, myself. But she disappeared in the middle of the day, and she ain’t never been seen again.”

“What about that retarded dude?”

“He waddn’t retarded, but he waddn’t right in his mind neither. He gone too.”

“What if he killed her?”

“I hope he did. Fuck her! You headed home?”

“Yeah,” the girl said, and she left her friends, going up Bristol Street, past the old houses and down the alley which led to the apartments of Victory Terrace.

“Hey, Bitch.”

Her name was Meera, and she did not expect to see these girls. She had wanted to take a shortcut. Now she wondered why she hadn’t taken the long way home.

“I said, hey, Bitch.”

The leader was tall with pink hair, and she had a knife at her side. They went to rhe private school on vouchers and thought they were some shit.

“So I see you’re still hanging with Tommy,” the girl said, touching her knife, “Even after I told you not to.

“Tommy and Jaquice,” another girl said.

“Meera Lee, slutting it up with Tommy and Jaquice. Leave some for the rest of us, bitch”

“Yeah, bitch,” a white girl shoved her in the chest.

“Dumb bitch! Slut.”

“This bitch—” the first girl screamed, jumping around, so that her pink hair radiated from her head—

“—is fucking around with all these dudes we told her not too. Why is she being a fucking slut?”

Her name was Leannie, and she was working herself into a frenzy.

“Fuck you! I’m going to fucking cut you!”

Others reached out to slap Meera. One pushed her to the ground.

“Stay down you fat, black bitch!” Lee screamed, but just then they stopped.

“Go,” the old woman who had just arrived said.

“Who the fuck are you?” Chontalay, a short black girl with a deep voice and a speech impediment began.

“I am your elder. Now go.”

“Rush this bitch!” Chontalay shouted, but as she did, the old white haired woman took out a gun and fired.

The girls screamed and ran, some tripping over Meera in their hurry to escape.

“That’s right,” the old woman shouted, “Get the fuck out!“

When they were all gone, the old woman held out her hand to Meera.

“Mrs. Kirkner,” the girl said, “you saved me.”

The old woman, bent over by age with a face lined by mischief, laughed.

“Come on with me. I think I have a snack and some tea for you until your mother gets home.”

This time a Hey Bitch just wouldn’t do. She had to pay. You couldn’t just let some old white haired bitch scare you like that. They dropped from the sky for her. They found her taking out her trash and fell on her, breaking her back, while the girls screamed, “Get her! Kill that bitch!” their boyfriends kicked at the ribs and knees of a woman who had endured much pain in her life, but not this, only ended by the swift kick in the head.

And then, as she traveled out of the pain close to unconsciousness, lying on her back, unable to do anything else, she saw…

Limbs

A bleeding arm sailing past her

A red wash of blood.

 

The pain was sharp because she was more awake now, and she turned on her side. The old woman saw a body stop, kneel, and remain kneeling, a fountain of blood shooting up from the neck where the head should be. The body collapsed on its side.

She heard, as from far off, screaming, heard girls running. Some of the screams died before they were completed. Running ended in sudden collapse. There were thuds on the ground. Mrs. Kirkner saw a beautiful man, a boy approaching her. His lips were red with blood. His eyes were anxious but he was smiling. He was trying to encourage her.

“Now, Ma’am,” he was saying as he gripped her hand, and she could barely feel it. Why couldn’t she feel her legs, “You’re dying. I’m so sorry.”

The young man seemed to be on the edge of saying something he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to say, and then he said: “Do you want to live, or die?”

Oh, the pain shooting through her head, oh the pain of this knife. Why couldn’t she feel her legs?

But what she said was: “I want to live.”

“Alright,” the blond angel nodded, looking determined to help her.

But what he did was lean down and sink his teeth into her throat.

The last thing Mrs. Kirkner knew of this world, she was being drained by a vampire, and then, on the edge of her death, a flame, a fine fire erupted into her veins, and she knew no more.

“If I was in the wrong, forgive me,” Sunny said. “In that moment there was nothing else I could do. I could not let the old woman just die.”

“You were right to save her,” Kruinh said. “And if it does not turn out well, well it can be amended.”

No one else was in the house when Sunny arrived with the body of the old woman. Kruinh laid her out in the parlor the way one did a body for a wake, and indeed if this was not her wake, what was? He didn’t know her. She was not family, or at least not yet, so he did not strip her of her clothes. When, after a time, both Sunny and Kruinh realized there would be a smell, they removed her to a downstairs freezer.

“We will have plenty of time to take her out,” Kruinh said, as if the corpse were a steak.

David had not given up his job, only he planned to return to Lassador, and he wished to work the night shift. So far neither one of those things had been arranged, and Tanitha was on what they referred to as, “Tanitha’s business.” Both of them arrived home around six thirty, and over drinks more than dinner, Sunny and Kruinh discussed the day.

“You mean there’s an old dead woman in this house?” David said. “Right now?”

Kruinh nodded.

“We’re going to unthaw her after dinner,” he said, licking his fingers, “and see what happens.”

“Let’s not bring her back upstairs,” Sunny pled. “We can wait downbelow.”

“Yes,” Kruinh reflected. “Aside from being convenient, it is also poetic.”

Kruinh had presided over many Rebirths, the very latest being David’s.

After dinner they removed her from the freezer and some time later, when it was closer to the time, he directed Sunny in overcoming any squeamishness, and they stripped the cold body of the dead woman with her broken back, wounded hands and crippled feet. Tanitha washed her in honey water and rose water, and set her lips careful. Her face had not been bound, but now it was. Her filth was washed away.

They rose early in the afternoon the next day to await the miracle. They attended the corpse of Mrs. Kirkner sorrowed over her sorrowfully done body, and then as the afternoon drew on, the face that was but a poor imitation of human yawning, the rictused and tilted open mouth, the turned out eyes, drew themselves in. Feet, shooting out apart, drew together. Fallen skin, where age and lividity had made dark sagging pools of flesh, rose, tightened, became firm and rounded. Wrinkled skin and swollen knuckles changed. There was a great sucking, popping sound—the back—at the same time bruises and cuts fled from the face, and all the time, in place of an old woman, a young one was growing. Breast, like old busted balloons, rose and filled and liverspotted skin went clear, smooth and supple. The short white hair in its permanent grew out. It was replaced by loustrous tea colored hair, all but for one white streak. Breast grew, round and firm. The chest rose and fell. Breath escaped,

The old eye pits filled. Wrinkles fled. Old dead skin flushed with youth. A girl was before them and her eyelide fluttered and then Kruinh said, “Good afternoon.”

She yawned and looked at David, Kruinh, Tanitha. At last Sunny.

“There you are. The last thing I saw. You are the one who—”

Her voice was low and mellow and young, and she sensed it, sensed much. Mrs. Kirkner touched her throat, then said, “Might someone hand me a mirror?”

Tanitha handed her a compact and the old woman, new blood drinker, looked at herself in curious wonder.

“It is real,” she said. And then she said, “This is real.”

“Does it suit you?” Kruinh asked.

She held one of her breasts, delighted by the firmness and youth of it.

“It suits me very well,” she said. “Thank you. Thank you all.”

“Do you have a name?” Sunny said.

“Anne. My name is Anne.”

“Well, Anne,” Kruinh said, holding out his hand while Tanitha draped a delicate kaftan over her, “We have a lot to teach you.

 “But first, lunch.”

THE END

The vampires WILL return!

This story is set in a world where STDs and sexual injuries don’t exist- always play safe in real life. Feel free to email me; I’m always down to talk about any sexy ideas anyone has 😉 And thank you kindly to all the people who have already emailed and commented.

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“No. No fucking way. I’m not wearing this!”

Mitch Carlton was standing nude in David Barker’s expensively yet tackily decorated living room, glaring contemptuously at the items the lad was holding.

He’d been spreading his cheeks for the mayor’s son for about three months now, but this was the first time he’d been inside his house- usually, the two fucked in the bathroom of the local pub or, during one adventurous drunken evening, after breaking the lock on the equipment shed at the local park.

This was also the first time that David had asked Mitch to dress up, and whilst Mitch wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea, he’d prefer to dress up as a sexy superhero or fireman than wear the tiny black lace negligee and black fishnets that the mayor’s son had presented him with.

“Oh? That’s a shame…” David replied, reaching over to slowly rub the label of the fresh bottle of Johnny Walker that sat on the sideboard. Mitch gazed at it longingly, then looked at the negligee, biting his lip as the cogs whirred in his head. He sighed as he snatched the coathanger, taking a moment to investigate the garment for how to put it on.

“That’s a good boy.” The young man said with a smirk as Mitch managed to pull the underwear on, the nylon around his chest pushing his fat tits together and making them extra perky, the pretty red bow in between them only emphasising that, and the skirt being too short to cover the bottom of his arse or the head of his cock, which was (to Mitch’s surprise) perking up.

“There we go, aren’t you pretty?” David cooed, gesturing to Mitch to twirl. Mitch rolled his eyes and did so, feeling the skirt fly up slightly to expose more of his legs and rear, jiggling gently with the movement as he wiggled his hips at David. David wolf-whistled and gave Mitch a good, hard smack on his left cheek, causing it to jiggle pleasingly and the man himself to give an adorable moan, having learned to love a good hard spank.

“Just one more thing…” David grinned evilly, producing a small metal device from behind the sofa. Mitch’s jaw dropped as he realised it was a slightly curved, barred device, designed to fit over an average-sized penis and leave it just enough room to semi-harden but not become completely erect: a cock cage. David noticed Mitch’s apprehension and picked up the bottle of whiskey, waving it in Mitch’s face. Mitch sighed and nodded, holding his skirt up to allow the younger man to fasten the prison around his semi-erect dick and lock it with a small key he then placed in a drawer under the massive TV.

“Alright, come on in, guys!” David shouted. His three best friends, Mark, Tyler and Steve, entered the living room from the hall. Mitch blushed and covered his caged cock up with his hands. The four lads laughed at him.

“Hands off. Now.” David ordered as the three newcomers circled the older man like sharks, occasionally reaching out to goose his arse or fondle his tits through the nightgown. Mitch was uncomfortable but eagerly accepted when Mark reached over his shoulder from behind him and offered him a toke on the joint he’d lighted. Mitch took a nice, long drag, relaxing almost instantly as the herb’s effects hit his brain.

“There we go…” David purred as Mitch flopped gently down into Mark’s arms. The four youths supported the larger man as they led him to the master bedroom, Tyler and Steve producing a pair of fuzzy handcuffs each and securing Mitch’s wrists to the metal bars of the headboard. All four men began undressing and revealing their bodies: David was a slightly muscled, short young man with a shaven chest and a respectable 7.5 inches of cock on him, Tyler was a large, fat black man with 8 inches and Steve was a huge, musclebound hunk who spent every waking moment in the gym, with the most petite cock of the lads at a still decent 6 inches.

The star of the show, however, was Mark. The tattooed, skinny stoner with the silver nipple rings was holding a tree trunk of 12 inches between his lean thighs, a tree trunk that Mitch was now staring at, eyes and mouth gaping open widely.

“Yeah, he gets that a lot” David laughed at Mitch’s reaction, reaching around Mitch to take his massive hog in his hand. “He’ll go last. You’ll be nice and stretched out by then.”

Mitch nodded slowly, glucking a little as Steve presented his average cock to his mouth to suck. Mitch began to blow the athlete, closing his eyes and losing himself in the moment. Mitch bobbed and glucked at the presented cock, already having enough experience to give him some top-shelf head.

“Don’t hog him,” Tyler grunted, pulling Steve away gently and shoving his cock into Mitch’s mouth. Unlike Steve, who had been content to sit there and let Mitch do the work, Tyler began rolling his hips and fucking Mitch’s mouth, hands on either side of their bound toy’s head. Meanwhile, Mark and David moved down between Mitch’s legs to finger and stroke his hole with fingers coated in strawberry-scented lube, both of them managing to slide their index fingers inside him at the same time, causing him to whine and squeak around Tyler’s shaft. Both of the men mercilessly attacked his hole, searching for his prostate, as Steve moved up and roughly forced his cock into Mitch’s mouth beside Tyler’s. Mitch gagged a little as two cocks entered his mouth for the first time, whining as the two men between his legs each added their middle fingers to his hole, getting it nice and stretched out.

Suddenly, all four men pulled away from Mitch, leaving both his holes empty and wanting.

“Please… please…” Mitch begged, slurring a little from the weed and fuck fog.

“Ssh.” Steve grinned, moving between Mitch’s legs and pushing the head of his cock inside him, fucking him with deep, rolling thrusts. He moaned into Mitch’s ear, rolling the skirt of the negligence up to allow him to thrust more deeply. He bit and sucked at Mitch’s neck, marking him with a deep purple lovebite, also working his hands under the straps of the negligee to pull the top down and expose Mitch’s jiggling tits and puffy, pink nipples. Steve panted and moaned, speeding up his thrusts into Mitch’s still-tight arsehole, using him like a human fleshlight until he gave a cry and shot his hot, thick load inside him.

“Right, my turn now,” David grunted, pushing Steve off Mitch and watching the way his friend’s cum leaked from the slut’s mancunt. David rammed in as he always did, hard and mercilessly, rubbing and squeezing at Mitch’s tits and squeezing his nipples hard.

“Ah… Ah… Ah…” Mitch whined, loving the attention the men were giving him, cock soaking around the metal bar that covered the eye of his dick. He gave a particularly high-pitched whimper as David’s nails bullied the hard pink nub of his nipple.

“Someone shut him up,” David grunted. Tyler nodded and sat his fat, black rear on Mitch’s face. Mitch paused for a moment before tentatively sticking his tongue out and flicking it across Tyler’s musky, sweaty hole, eating it just as Lenny always ate him before he fucked him. David continued to rut Mitch’s hole, his friend’s load leaking out around his cock, until he added his load to Mitch’s mess.

“Right, my turn,” Mark grunted, letting David pull out before lining up his gargantuan shaft with the slut’s sloppy entrance. “Pull off. I wanna hear him.” He said to Tyler, who nodded and moved his arse off of Mitch. Mitch gasped and panted for air, snatching good deep breaths to compensate for Tyler’s massive arse cutting off his air supply. He cried out loudly as Mark shoved inside him hard, whimpering and whining. Even with the stretching he’d been given and the two lad’s loads already inside him, he was still barely able to accommodate the hung stoner’s gigantic cock. He began to cry out and thrash, only being silenced when Tyler sat back down on his face and the other two held onto his ankles.

Mitch whimpered and purred, eating Tyler’s musky trench, barely able to breathe aside from the scent of the black man’s clean but sweaty hole, soon eagerly tongue fucking him as he felt his mind completely go.

“Oh, fuck!” Mark cried out, adding his own seed to the mix and slowly pulling out, grinning down at the sight of his cock covered in everyone’s mixed juices.

“So, what you got to say to yourself, bitch?” David asked, helping Tyler off of his face. Mitch gasped and whimpered for air, face red with exertion, baby tears building in his eyes.

“Please, please… Let me cum!” He managed to beg out, voice hoarse and slurred from the drug and the potent sex high. The lads all laughed.

“Oh, we’ll let you cum, alright…” David said, an evil smirk on his face as he went to open the door. “You just have to do one thing first…”

“Yeah, a little finale!” Mark giggled, causing the other three to crack up completely. Their laughter did not mask the sound of jingling metal coming from the doorway, and as Mitch stared at the newcomer, his eyes grew to the size of saucers, and his jaw dropped almost to his chest.

“No fucking way…”

The juicy hole was full of cum

And dripping on the floor

Already fucked by seven men

The young guy wanted more

My cock was throbbing heartily

The un cut knob pre cummed

The young guy begged I stick it in

He wanted to be bummed

I worked some cum from out his hole

With my eager fucking prick

And lathered round his sphincter

The cum so creamy thick

I pushed my aching cock inside

His arsehole clenched my shaft

I thrust my hot prick deep inside

To fuck the lad at last

He moaned and groaned like crazy

As I shagged him with a force

He mumbled that my rampant cock

Felt like a fucking horse

I stretched his squelching cum hole

With eight inches of delight

He squirmed his arse beneath me

His creamy hole so tight

I fucked him like a slutty whore

He whimpered and he cried

The other men were goading me

Their balls already dried

I felt my semen churning

 

The arsehole gripped my dick

I grabbed the lad’s hot cock and wanked

He spurted pretty quick

His bumhole muscles went berserk

As he churned out his cream

My cock began to jerk as well

And spunk began to stream

I filled his juicy arsehole good

My cum kept shooting out

His cum dump hole was dripping

As my spunk shot all about

The young guy in his twenties

Had been fucked by eight hot men

Not satisfied with eight big cocks

He said “Fuck me again!”

The eight of us were tired and drained

But keen to grant his dreams

So just twenty minutes later

We were stiff and fully creamed

The lad spread wide his bum cheeks

A million sperms seeped out

A big cock slipped inside the hole

The young man shouted out

We stood in line our cocks erect

All waiting for a fuck

The lad was asking for our dicks

To give us all a suck

The session was incredible

The lad so fucking sweet

Insatiable and cum filled

Still demanding more hot meat.

Festival

“And the last of the three also arrived exactly on time,” Ulf says to Ivar, “Congratulations!”

Lars and Jorn are already inside. The boys hug each other.

“I will remove your butt plugs,” says Ulf.

As he frees the boys from their butt plugs, he notes “All three of you have marks on your ass. Since you completed the Midsimmer run in time, I can wash off those stamps for you and take off your chastity device. You can then choose whether you want to participate in the festival as a submissive or Dominant.”

All three boys look a bit distressed.

“What?” asks Ulf, “This was your dream, wasn’t it?”

Jorn speaks first while he feels the buttock on which the stamp is located. “I think I met a really nice guy and that stamp is his claim on my ass…”

“I understand.” says Ulf, “You are free to participate in the match-up. You can then be paired with the Dominant boys who have a claim on your ass. The chastity cage will remain on. It is up to the Dominant boy to decide whether it will be removed”

“I’ll take that risk, I want to meet the boy who claimed my ass.”

“Fine!” Ulf says “You’ll participate in the match-up” Ulf looks at Ivar and asks “And you, what do you want?”

Ivar looks desperate “That last ‘demon’ was Haukon. I want Haukon as Dominant. But I promised Lars…”

“Go for Haukon,” says Lars, “I’ll be fine. If you go for the match-up, I will too.”

Ulf looks content. “A wise decision by all three gentlemen. I will take you to the gym, where the match-up will take place later.”

Ulf gives the boys time to recover, freshen up and eat and drink something.

When Ulf leads the three boys into the gym, there are already many submissive boys with marks on their buttocks. A Dominant supervisor is waiting for the three boys with arms crossed. “Three new losers again, Ulf?” he asks, referring to submissive boys who don’t complete the run on time and are forced to participate in the match-up.

“No,” says Ulf, “these are three winners.”

* * * *

All the Dominant boys are already in the gym and when all the submissive boys participating in the coupling are also present, Ulf steps forward. “Gentlemen, Dominants and submissives. In a moment, the jury will read the numbers stamped on the submissives’ asses. I then mention the names of the Dominants. They’ll step forward. After that, I mention the name of the submissive. The submissive boy will kneel before the Dominant. If there are multiple Dominants, the submissive boy may choose which Dominant he kneels before. This Dominant takes the submissive to his room.”

Ulf looks around the room for a moment. “And this is important: you get an hour to get to know each other. After that hour, the Dominant leaves first. If the Dominant wants to continue with the submissive, he will provide the submissive with a collar with his name on it. When the submissive leaves a little later, he’ll know that the Dominant wants to continue with him if there is a collar present for him. If the submissive also wants to continue with the Dominant, he puts on the collar. If he does that, from that moment on you are a legal couple, and the submissive boy is under the Authority of the Dominant boy.

Ulf waits a moment and then says “Okay, let’s get started.”

The jury reads out the numbers on the buttocks of the first submissive boy. Ulf calls out the names of the corresponding Dominant boys. They step forward. Ulf then calls out the name of the submissive boy. He steps forward and kneels next to one of the Dominants. The chosen Dominant takes the boy to his room. This goes on until the jury arrives at Lars.

The jury carefully studied Lars’ buttocks. “Number 13 and number 16” the jury calls to Ulf. Ulf then searches for something on his iPad, “Marcel Grijpstra and Ries Wolters” he calls out. Two boys walk forward from the corner. “Submissive number 7” the jury calls. “Lars Veenstra” calls Ulf, without having to look anything up.

Lars walks forward with a lump in his throat from nerves. Two boys are standing in front of him. One of them gives him a pain in his stomach. The boy has a mean, rat-like face. The other boy seems a little older. He is tall and has a long and stern face, but his eyes are warm and, important to Lars, he is dressed in a beautiful full leather outfit. This boy is a bit intimidating for Lars, but he also gives Lars butterflies in his stomach. Lars kneels before this boy. The Dominant boy takes Lars to his room.

The jury arrives at Ivar “Number 8 and number 19”. “Haukon Schonewille and Remco Vollebrecht,” Ulf calls out. Haukon and another boy walk forward. “Submissive number 8” the jury shouts. “Ivar van Leeuwen”. Ivar walks forward and pauses to study the boy next to Haukon. The ‘demon’ of the shed turns out to be a beautiful boy with chestnut red curls and sparkling emerald green eyes that look cheerfully and kindly at the world. He briefly makes eye contact and makes an apologetic gesture as he walks towards Haukon. The beautiful boy smiles kindly at Ivar and makes a “don’t worry” gesture. Haukon is confidently waiting for Ivar. Ivar goes weak in the knees when he sees the stalwart farmer’s son in full leather. He wants to kneel in front of Haukon, but Haukon already hugs him and gives him a big kiss. Haukon takes Ivar to his room.

* * * *

When Lars and the Dominant boy, Ries, arrive at the latter’s room, Ries offers Lars a seat. “I also bought some mead for the occasion, that’s is a honey wine. Would you like a glass too?” asks Ries.

“Yes please!”, Lars answers, happy for something that can help calm his nerves.

The Dominant boy hands Lars a glass of mead,  takes a seat opposite him and says “Welcome here in my room Lars. I am Ries Wolters. I understand that you could’ve chosen to be a ‘free man’, but choose to participate as a submissive in the match-up of your own volition?”

“Yes,” Lars says hesitantly, thinking how he should formulate his feelings.  He decides to be completely honest and tells about Ivar, his best friend and lover, about Haukon and how Ivar is in love with both of them.”

“I understand why Ivar chose to match up with Haukon,” says Lars, “but to be honest, I am quite jealous,” Lars says with something of an apologetic tone in his voice. He looks straight at Ries and continues his story in a more confident tone. “If it had not been for you, I would have chosen to continue alone as a ‘free man’.” The corners of Lar’s mouth twitch into a somewhat cynical smile, “then I would have been freed from that rotten penis cage. But my meeting with you has changed my mind.” Lars briefly thinks about how to describe his experience with Ries. “I felt so safe with you. So warm and secure. It reminded me a bit of my supervisor here, Bastiaan.”

When the name ‘Bastiaan’ is mentioned, a smile appears on Ries’ face.

Lars’ eyes narrow slightly as he studies the Dominant boy. “All the boys who took part in the run are eighteen years old,” he says, “but I think you’re older.”

“That’s right,” says Ries with a twinkle in his eye, “I’m twenty-one.”

 

Lars looks at Ries questioningly.

“When a submissive boy has served a Dominant boy for at least two years, he can choose to become a Dominant himself,” says Ries, “Of course with the permission of his own Dominant. Bastiaan has been my Dominant for three years.”

Lars looks shocked.

“As you may have noticed, Bastiaan is a healer. When I was eighteen, I had my trauma. Bastiaan helped me with that. Not only that, he taught me how to help other boys and heal from trauma. Bastiaan has inspired me and I am now studying to become Friiö.”

“Ah, so you did the same thing for me that Bastiaan did for me before,” says Lars.

“Indeed. It felt good to be able to give you back what I previously received from Bastiaan.”

Ries takes another sip from his glass of mead.

“When we arrived here on the island two days ago for the run, I met Haukon,” Ries continues, “Nice guy, handsome too. We clicked immediately. He told me about you and Ivar. He consistently called you and Ivar “my boys”. He told that he dominated Ivar and Ivar, in turn, dominated you. Haukon was very adamant that he wanted to keep you together. “

“Oh?” is the only thing Lars can say.

“So you see, Lars, there is no reason to be jealous of Haukon. He wholeheartedly wishes you your relationship with Ivar. He recognizes that Ivar also has his dominant side. Haukon thinks it is important that you and Ivar stay together.”

“But if you become my Dominant, how will that work?” Lars asks.

“Submissive boys are supposed to move in with their Dominant. But I’m still studying, and I live in a small student room. It wouldn’t be practical for a submissive boy to move in with me. If you accept me as Dominant, I will let you move in with Haukon and Ivar. I can come to you at the weekends to help you, as your Dominant.”

“Wow!” Lars exclaims, “do you want to do that for me?”

“Yes,” says Ries with a mischievous glint in his eye, “Haukon and Ulf came up with this plan, and I decided to help them, you, with it. Call me an inveterate romantic.”

Lars gets up and walks to Ries to give him a hug and a kiss. “How incredibly sweet of you!”

Lars looks shyly at the Dominant boy for a moment. “But eh… You’re pretty sexy too.”

“Don’t worry little one, I’ll still have plenty of time to Dominate you.”

A buzzer goes off.

“It’s time for me to leave. At the second buzzer, you can go back outside to the hall.” Ries gives Lars a wink. “If I want you as my submissive, you will find a collar with my name on it in front of the door. If you want me as your Dominant, put on the collar.”

Ries gets up and leaves the room.

Lars’s heart seems to be beating in his throat. He can get his Ivar back and have this sweet, sexy boy as a Dominant. He’d get a hard-on just thinking about it. If it weren’t for that damned penis cage.

The second buzzer goes off.

When Lars leaves the room he sees a black leather collar next to the door. He picks up the collar and feels it. The leather feels soft and comfortable. On the front of the collar hangs a silver heart with the name ‘Ries’ on it. There is a small padlock hanging from the open clasp. There is no key. Lars puts on the collar and clicks the padlock closed. There is no way back now. He and Ries are now a couple in the eyes of the law.

* * * *

“By Balder!” Ivar exclaims as they enter Haukon’s room, “You look fantastic in that leather outfit. So dominant and so hot.”

Haukon hugs Ivar and kisses him “I missed you too, my slut”, behind his back he grabs a bottle of bubbles that is waiting on a table.

“We have to celebrate this, boy,” says Haukon as he opens the bottle of bubbles.

The boys look into each other’s eyes and raise their glasses. “To love!” shouts Haukon. “To love!” Ivar repeats, “And passion!” he adds. “That one too,” Haukon confirms.

Under the influence of the sparkling wine, the tensions of the past day fade away from Ivar. Haukon points to a comfortable seat and Ivar takes a seat. Haukon also sits down “Let me be open, Ivar. I want you as my submissive boy. That is quite a commitment for both of us. Before we go any further, I want to know what you think about that. Be honest. If you have any concerns, I want to hear them.”

“I am in love with you Haukon,” says Ivar, “I want you as my Dominant.” There is still a hint of restraint in the tone of Ivar’s last words.

“But?” 

“But… I am also in love with Lars.”

“I know, darling. Do not worry. You and Lars will not be separated. Lars is moving in with us.”

“How do you know that?” Ivar asks in surprise. Without waiting for the answer, he says “Move in with us? Where then Haukon? If Per and Aukje see that I am submissive, we will probably no longer be welcome.”

“Friiö Dijkstra will convince Per and Aukje,” says Haukon in an authoritarian tone and without explaining anything further.

“But…” Ivar still sputters.

Haukon looks at Ivar silently and forcefully, making it clear to the submissive boy that he has to accept this explanation.

“By Freyr!” says Ivar, “what an authoritarian bastard you are, but I always get horny when you do that.”

Haukon can’t suppress a grin. “Did you have any further reservations, Ivar?” he asks sternly.

“I think I still have trouble being openly submissive and I don’t think I can be obedient all the time.”

“You don’t always have to obey me. You can always be forgiven, again and again.” Haukon carefully examines both his hands from all sides, “But not before these big hands have had a good conversation with your ass.” he notes.

Ivar groans painfully and his face contorts into a grimace as his cock wants to get hard after this announcement but is still trapped in a cock cage.

“You don’t mind the spanking you get from me that much, do you?” Haukon asks in surprise.

“No, not at all,” Ivar says hoarsely with pain, “I get a hard cock from your promise, but that damn penis cage is in the way.”

“Then we will get rid of that thing as quickly as possible,” Haukon promises, “Ulf still has the key. I only get that when I am your Dominant.”

The first buzzer rings.

Haukon gets up to leave the room.

“Haukon, please wait!” Ivar shouts. Haukon turns and looks at Ivar questioningly.

“Would you like to put the collar on me?”

“That’s against the rules.”

For a moment Haukon seems to have second thoughts. “Oh, what the heck!” he says, “I’m going to be with the most rebellious submissive boy there is. It is completely in style to seal our love in our own way, against the rules.”

Haukon walks to the door, turns around again and says, “Come with me, my slut, and I will put your collar on you.”

* * * *

Now they are a real couple. Haukon walks proud as a peacock through the building, on his way to Ulf. He has his arm around Ivar’s shoulder and is leading the submissive boy along with him. Ivar still wears only a jockstrap with a t-shirt, now supplemented with a collar that advertises his submissive status. Haukon walks with his back straight and his head held high, the bulge in his crotch sticking out. His thick, stiff cock is clearly visible in his tight leather pants.

The Dominant boys they meet along the way look at the scene with endearing approval. There are still quite a few submissive boys who are not matched with a Dominant boy. The submissive boys the couple encounters on the way to Ulf alternately look with envy at Ivar and the impressive cock and balls, so clearly visible in Haukon’s pants. Ivar quietly enjoys the envious looks. That hot fat cock, that the submissive sluts look at so eagerly, is the cock of Haukon, HIS Dominant. Ivar is, if possible, even more proud than Haukon is.

Ulf is already walking towards them when Haukon and Ivar enter the room. He hugs both boys. “Congratulations guys! You really are a beautiful couple.” He looks at Haukon. “I suppose you want the key to your boy’s chastity device?”

“Yes,” says Haukon, “I promised Ivar that I would take that thing off as soon as possible.”

“Now? Here on the spot?” Ulf asks in disbelief.

“I hadn’t thought of that, but that’s a good idea of you Ulf”

Ivar’s cheeks turn red, he feels warm and horny.

Haukon looks at Ivar and caresses the boy’s cheek “You have a beautiful cock, nothing to be ashamed of. Your cock doesn’t belong in a cage. I’m going to do something about that now.”

Ulf hands Haukon a key and a bottle of lotion. “Maybe his cock is still a bit raw after being in that cage for days,” Ulf explains the lotion.

Haukon squats in front of Ivar and takes down the jockstrap in one movement. The penis cage is now visible. Ivar’s pinched genitals look cramped. Haukon opens the lock and carefully slides the cage off Ivar’s cock, which immediately becomes lumpy. Haukon lovingly applies a generous dollop of lotion to his lover’s dick. Ivar growls deeply and in no time his mast is at full strength. Haukon rises gracefully from his crouching position. He places his left hand on Ivar’s neck and with his right hand he massages the cock and balls of his newly liberated boy. Haukon gives Ivar an aggressive dominant French kiss while deftly juggling the boy’s balls between his fingers. He removes his tongue from Ivar’s mouth and looks straight at him while he jerks him off. “Cum for me, my slut,” Haukon says huskily, “show everyone here how horny you are.”

Ivar’s knees are no longer able to hold him up as he comes with a deep grunt. Fortunately, his Dominant supports him as his cum shoots out profusely and into his hair on his throbbing cock. Exhausted, he sinks to his knees. He is face to face with the bulge in Haukon’s pants that is so coveted by many submissive boys. He is still panting from his orgasm, but soon he moistens his lips with his tongue.

 

Haukon interprets that as the signal to take his cock out of his pants and offer it to the boy kneeling in front of him. Ivar touches and admires the mighty Dominant hard cock. He playfully licks Haukon’s cockhead. A shudder goes through the Dominant boy’s body. With pleasure, he looks around the room again at all those submissive boys who would love to sit in his place. Ivar lustfully throws herself on the pleasure rod. He swallows the colossus in one go to the back of his throat, his nose touches Haukon’s pubic hair.

Haukon screams and starts fucking Ivar’s mouth and soon dumps his load in Ivar’s mouth. Ivar carefully licks his Dominant’s dick squeaky clean and carefully puts it back in Haukon’s pants. In one movement he stands up and gives Haukon a French kiss to let him have a taste of his own cum.

“Look, this is how you do it guys!” says Ulf to the breathlessly watching submissive boys.

* * * *

That night, or rather, what is left of the night, Ivar sleeps in Haukon’s arms. It’s a good thing both boys are exhausted, otherwise they wouldn’t have been able to possibly fall asleep. Ivar wakes up late in the morning. He carefully extricates himself from the embrace of the still-sleeping Haukon. Once freed, Ivar looks curiously under the sheets. And yes, Haukon has an inviting-looking morning wood. Ivar quietly crawls under the sheets and gives the still-sleeping Haukon a blow job. Haukon slowly wakes up and lets Ivar do his thing for a while. Ivar already starts to taste Haukon’s precum. Ivar is shocked when Haukon suddenly says “Stop!”.

“We have to hold back now, my slut.”

Ivar sticks his head above the sheets in bewilderment.

“After the run and the match-up, the Festival starts today. We still have a lot of fucking to do today.”

Haukon pulls the sheets off the bed. “Come on! Have a shower. And shave, your cock and balls as well. I’ll get your clothes ready for you. I have a present for you.

When Ivar steps out of the shower fresh and smooth, Haukon is waiting for him with a large silver ring. Ivar looks a little scared.

“No boy, this is not a penis cage. Actually, it’s the opposite.” Haukon says as he slides a silver cock ring, with the name ‘Haukon’ engraved on it, onto his boy’s cock and balls. He strokes Ivar’s cock until it is completely hard. Haukon picks up a new pair of leather pants made of super thin, soft burgundy leather. “Put it on”.

The pants are super tight. The soft leather caresses Ivar’s buttocks. The pants run deep into his ass-crack, making his ass stand out. The cock ring makes his cock super hard. A sturdy shaft, balls and glans show in detail under the thin, super tight, shiny leather.

Haukon gives him a tight T-shirt with a Superman logo on it and white sneakers that Ivar steps into with bare feet. Finally, Haukon puts the collar on Ivar. He takes a few steps back to study the result. “This is just right!” he says happily. “My submissive boy is a stalwart guy with a big cock in his pants, which all caged submissive sluts will yearn for.”

Ivar looks at Haukon questioningly.

“There are more submissive boys than dominant boys” explains Haukon. “The submissive boys who did not complete the run or were not matched with a Dominant are still wearing a penis cage. The only satisfaction those poor guys can get is when they get fucked in their mouth or in their ass. There aren’t enough Dominant cocks to satisfy all the submissive asses. That’s why you’re going to do charity work today by fucking some submissive ass with that hot cock of yours.”

“I was hoping you would fuck me, but this is hot too,” says Ivar.

“Sometimes you have to sacrifice yourself for a good cause boy!” Haukon says as he playfully slaps Ivar’s butt.

“Thank you for this hot outfit Haukon!”

Haukon kisses Ivar on the cheek.

“Come, let’s go my prince. The audience is waiting for us.”

* * * *

The two boys walk like royalty through the corridors of the building on their way to the hall. Haukon as the reigning monarch, and Ivar as his sturdy prince. They enter the room where they already see the group of their friends standing. Ulf talks to the beautiful boy with chestnut red curls and emerald green eyes, whom Ivar has met before. Jorn stands next to him and wears a collar, just like Ivar. The handsome boy is his Dominant. Ivar smiles when he concludes that Jorn has found his prince charming.

 Ivar feels a sharp pang of jealousy when he sees that Lars is also wearing a collar and standing next to a very sexy, stern-looking young man. But Lars immediately breaks away from the group and enthusiastically walks towards Ivar.

“Ivar!” Lars shouts as he throws himself around Ivar’s neck and showers him with kisses. “How nice that you chose Haukon, you look good too! What a cool outfit.”

“Yes, I got that from Haukon, isn’t it sweet?”

“I was hoping that Ivar would be my boy,” said Haukon, “and because I want my boy to look his best, I bought this for Ivar in advance.”

Lars drags Ivar to the group. “You should meet Ries!” he says. Lars almost pushes Ivar against Ries and says “Ries, this is Ivar, who I told you about”.

“Hello Ivar, I’m Ries Wolters,” Ries gives Ivar a firm hand and looks him straight in the eye with a warm, but also dominant look.

“Ivar van Leeuwen,” says Ivar with a confidence that must come from his toes. The strict Dominant boy makes his knees weak, and he gets a sick feeling in his lower abdomen. It only makes his feelings of jealousy stronger. “If this is Lars’ Dominant, then I can’t possibly compete with him,” he thinks.

“I hope Lars has said mostly good things about me?” Ivar nevertheless asks in an amicable tone.

“Oh, most definitely!” says Ries, “I’m glad Lars has such a good friend.”

When Ivar rejoins Haukon, Haukon has a grin on his face, he seems to be able to read Ivar’s thoughts because he whispers in Ivar’s ear “Eh, kid, you don’t have to be jealous. Didn’t I promise you that Lars and you would not be separated?”

Ivar makes a face at Haukon, and Ries decides to intervene. “I know about your relationship with Lars, Ivar. I have no intention of getting between you and him. As a student, I don’t have enough space to let Lars move in with me. Lars will just move in with you. It’s fine if you continue to dominate Lars. From what I understand, you’ve done a great job so far.”

Ivar looks surprised and relieved at the same time.

“I will come to you during the weekends,” Ries continues, “Just like Bastiaan, I am a healer. I will be able to help you both.”

Ivar looks at Haukon questioningly.

“He can also spank you, if you like that.” jokes Haukon.

“You’re joking,” says Ivar.

“I was, but when I think about it, I think I mean it”.

Ivar’s cheeks turn red, but he says defiantly “Yes, I’d like to be spanked by Ries. Aren’t you getting jealous now?”

“Meh, if I was the jealous type, I would never have gotten involved with a slut like you.”

Haukon winks at Ivar, who pouts. Haukon pulls Ivar towards him “The fact that you are a slut is one of the reasons I love you.” He kisses Ivar on the neck.

Shortly afterwards the beautiful boy with the chestnut red curls approaches Haukon and Ivar. “I’m Remco Vollebregt,” he says while shaking both boys’ hands, “Ivar, isn’t it? Thank you for introducing Jorn to me.”

“No thank you, Remco, Jorn needed a prince charming, and I found him for Jorn” Ivar has a mischievous smile on his face.

Jorn comes to stand next to them and puts his arm around Remco’s waist. “What a hunk, isn’t he? He’s so sweet too!”

“We look a bit out of place,” says Remco, “with all those boys and men in leather here.”

“It doesn’t matter,” says Haukon, “the more the merrier. And beautiful boys like you are of course always welcome.”

Ulf asks the boys’ attention “You are among the lucky ones who are Dominants or submissives matched with a Dominant. As far as I know, none of you wear a chastity device. There are still many boys with a chastity cage. They haven’t cum in days. To give them relief, they have been offered to report to the living room if they want to get fucked. It is the job of the boys without a chastity device to meet that need.” Ulf looks at his watch “Gentlemen, it’s in ten minutes. Duty calls. We need to start fucking submissive asses. The submissive boys who want to be fucked are waiting for us in the living room.”

* * * *

All the submissive boys who want to be fucked have gathered in the living room.

Haukon and Ivar are the first of the ‘Dominants’ to arrive in the living area. The submissive boys whose cocks are still caged look lustfully at the two tough boys. They lick their lips when they see the outlines of the hard cocks in the tight leather pants the boys wear. Will it be the cock that will take their ass and give them relief from their sexual frustration? Maybe, if they are lucky, they will get the relief they so desperately desire.

However, there is one boy who looks at Ivar sceptically. “Um, you’re wearing a collar. You are nothing more than a Dominant’s slave,” the boy says in a scornful tone.

An ominous grin appears on Haukon’s face as he hands his riding crop to Ivar. “That is correct,” he says, “and I now order my ‘slave’ to give your submissive ass a merciless trashing.”

Ivar walks menacingly towards the recalcitrant boy. “Kneel!” Ivar orders the boy. The boy does not obey. Ivar grabs the boy by the neck and forces him to kneel. “I said kneel.”

*Tchkkk*

A red welt appears on the creamy-white buttocks of the kneeling boy.

“Your ass up!” Ivar says softly but with a commanding tone. This time the boy obeys and raises his buttocks in the air.

*TSJKKK* *TSJKKK* *TSJKKK* *TSJKKK* *TSJKKK*

Hard hits of the riding crop quickly descend on the boy’s buttocks. Deep red streaks well up. The boy visibly tenses, but apart from some restrained groans he doesn’t make any ruckus.

*TSJKKK* *TSJKKK* *TSJKKK* *TSJKKK* *TSJKKK*

The moaning becomes a little more urgent, but the boy still resists.

“You can always use the safeword ‘Donut’ if you’re not as tough as you pretend to be,” says Haukon in a scornful tone.

*TSJKKK* *TSJKKK* *TSJKKK* *TSJKKK* *TSJKKK*

The boy’s moans now turn into whimpers. “Mercy!” he shouts.

“That’s not ‘Donut’,” notes Haukon.

*Chkkk* *Chkkk*

The last two hits are a bit milder; Ivar thinks it’s enough. He opens his fly and takes out his hard cock and balls. “Look at me,” Ivar shouts down. The boy looks up and sees Ivar’s beautiful thick pole and filled balls from below. The boy’s eyes fill with lust.

“Yes, that looks nice, doesn’t it?” says Haukon, “You didn’t expect that from a ‘slave’. That cock has already spoiled many boys’ asses. If you ask Ivar nicely, he will fuck your ass too. However, if your attitude does not improve significantly, I will personally ensure that you can forget about getting a good fuck today.”

The boy looks almost desperately at Ivar’s sturdy cock and balls that hang intimidatingly just above his face. “Sir, please! Please forgive me and fuck me. I need it so bad.”

“Lick my balls first. If you do your best, I will fuck your ass.”

While the boy eagerly licks his balls, Ivar surveys the living room with a proud look, which is filled with submissive boys who are all still wearing a penis cage. Every time Ivar looks straight at one of the boys, he lowers his gaze submissively. Meanwhile, loud moans are heard from one of the submissive boys who is now being fucked vigorously by Haukon. A boy has crawled into the very corner of the room and is looking scared at the actions of Haukon and Ivar. He is a slight, almost angelically handsome boy.

Ivar grabs a bottle of lube and hands it to the boy who is still licking his balls. “Make my cock and your boy pussy very wet with this.”

“Thank you, Sir!” The boy massages Ivar’s cock with the lube and applies a generous amount to his asshole. He turns around and sticks his ass back to indicate that he is ready to be taken by Ivar. He wastes no time and takes the submissive boy firmly: in one go Ivar drives his pole into the boy’s hole.

The slut screams out. “Aah! Damn!”

Ivar pushes the boy’s back down, forcing him to raise his ass to allow Ivar to drive his cock even deeper into his boipussy. “Don’t whine! You were begging me to be fucked.” Ivar gives the boy’s already ravaged buttocks a few more hard spanks.

“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir!”

Ivar has now found the boy’s prostate and makes sure that his thick fuck rod touches this organ as much as possible. He fucks the boy at a relentless pace, with long strokes. The boy can hardly bear the unrelenting attack on his prostate anymore.

“Aaah, ooooh, Sir! Please, aaaaaah!”

Ivar ignores the boy’s cries and continues tirelessly to subject the boy to a firm pounding, the likes of which the boy has probably never received in his life.

“Hhfffmmphhs”

The boy has been fucked into oblivion by Ivar and has surrendered to the Dominant fucker. Only incoherent but blissful sounds come from the boy. Ivar still stoically fucks in the same rhythm. Haukon made Ivar cum hard not too long ago, so Ivar can keep this up without a problem.

Haukon is already busy fucking the next submissive boy. Ivar continues to impale the ass of the previously recalcitrant boy. The boy babbles with blissful sounds and he pushes his ass towards Ivar’s cock. The cock that brings him to, for him, unprecedented ecstasy.

The submissive boy’s muscles contract and his whole body convulse as he experiences a long and deep anal orgasm. Ivar has to exert a little more self-control because the sphincter of the cumming boy contracts around his thick cock. Still, he manages to continue fucking the ass with long strokes.

The boy collapses exhausted. His eyes are rolled back and some drool is running from the corners of his mouth. That’s when Ivar pulls out of the boy’s pussy. He gives the boy’s crimson buttocks a playful pat. “I see that a firm approach is doing you good.” Ivar walks to the bathroom to freshen up.

When he returns to the living room, all the boys without a cock cage take their responsibility, satisfying the submissive boys still wearing a cock cage. Even the otherwise submissive Lars makes a boy happy by fucking him deep in the mouth. Ivar sees the handsome but scared boy still sitting quietly in the corner of the living room. He walks towards the boy, who looks at him with frightened eyes. He sits down next to him on the floor and offers the boy his hand.

“Hi, I’m Ivar, what is your name?”

“I… uh… I… my name is Vidar.”

“Nice to meet you, Vidar”

“Hello, Ivar… You’re not going to hurt me, are you?”

“Of course not! But I notice that you’ve come to the living room. Here submissive boys who still wear a penis cage are fucked. You’re here, but you don’t exactly look like you want to join in the fun.”

“I’m afraid of those tough, dominant boys. That’s why I didn’t participate in the run. I chose to be brought here.”

“But that means you still have a chastity device on and you’re horny in the meantime…”

“Yes, I want to have sex badly, that’s why I came to the living room. But this is too intense for me.”

“What do you like?”

“I think it’s hot to suck cock,” Vidar says, stealing a glance at the large bulge in the crotch of Ivar’s tight leather pants.

Ivar snuggles close to the slender boy, gently caresses his neck and places Vidar’s hand on the bulge in his crotch. “Do not just look at it, you may also feel it.”

Vidar moans softly as he explores the contours of Ivar’s hard cock and balls through the thin leather with his fingers.

“I would find it hot if you sucked my dick.” Ivar pulls down the zipper of his fly.

Vidar looks at Ivar a bit uncertain, as if asking for permission.

“Go ahead, my cock and balls are all yours.”

The boy inserts his finger into the fly and gently strokes Ivar’s cock. “Mmmm, nice,” the boy whispers. He brings his head to Ivar’s crotch. His nose is just above the open fly of Ivar’s pants. He inhales the scent of the leather of Ivar’s pants and the musk of Ivar’s cock and lets out a horny moan. He positions himself so that he can give a good blowjob later. His face down, towards Ivar’s crotch. His ass is sticking up in the air.

The submissive boys only wear a jockstrap, so Ivar has free reign. He wets a finger and massages Vidar’s boy pussy.

Vidar allows Ivar to play with his ass. He frees Ivar’s cock and balls from the fly. He looks at the colossus with admiration. He raises his ass a little higher in the air, signalling to Ivar that he is free to play with the ass of the boy.

Vidar licks the balls and then runs his tongue up the shaft to the glans. Once there, he takes the cock into his mouth up to the balls in one go with his tongue. He starts sucking the cock passionately and with dedication. The timid boy turns out to be an experienced cock sucking slut.

Ivar moans. He sticks a finger in Vidar’s ass. He massages the boy’s prostate. In response, the boy sucks even more passionately. Where Ivar was able to stoically fuck the recalcitrant boy without cumming, he is now powerless with this talented cock sucker.

“Vidar,” he says, groaning, “I’m going to cum soon.”

Vidar’s response is to suck Ivar’s cock even harder.

Hoping to distract the cock sucking slut for a moment, Ivar fingered the boipussy even more intensely. To no avail, as Ivar shot jet after jet of his seed into the boy’s eager mouth.

Vidar came now too. Ivar feels the boy’s sphincter tightening around his finger. The boy’s body shakes. Ivar caresses the boy’s back. “Thank you, Vidar. You really give a good blowjob.”

Vidar first licks the cock clean. “Thank you. You have no idea how I’ve been longing to suck such a nice cock for the past few days.”

“Oh, I definitely have an idea.” Ivar gives Vidar a hug and a kiss.

“You are so sweet to me. When I saw you spanking and fucking that other boy I was a little afraid of you…”

Ivar grabbed his collar. “I’m submissive, just like you. Haukon there is my Dominant.”

Vidar smiles, “Well if that’s submissive…”

Ivar pulls an almost solemn face. “I only dominate boys because I was ordered to do so by Haukon.”

Vidar is laughing out loud now. “Of course…”

“Ask Haukon yourself”

Vidar looks a little sad. “At least you have a Dominant. I’m going to the house for submissive boys without a Dominant.”

“You will be well taken care of there.”

“A lot of discipline, little sex.”

“Haukon will probably agree if I visit you in Groningen. He believes that submissive boys without a Dominant should also get enough sex.”

“Nice! And also hot. I look forward to it. Thank you, Ivar.”

* * * *

After the orgy, Haukon and Ivar go to their room to freshen up and to recuperate. In the shower, the boys wash each other extensively while continuously giving each other kisses. Both boys are sexually exhausted, but their mutual love is no less.

“I am so proud of you. Several submissive boys have asked me to allow you to take care of them again. Especially that boy who you trashed so hard was quite insistent.”

“It was hot to dominate boys, but for this weekend I had my share of being dominant. From now on I want to be submissive to the most beautiful and most stalwart Dominant on the island, who just so happens to be my Dominant.” Ivar hugs Haukon and kisses him.

“Anyway, I’ve had enough sex for a while. But sex is no longer on the agenda for today. There is dinner tonight. Provided by the boys who do not yet have a Dominant. They will serve us, you don’t have to do anything. Just relax tonight. You’ve earned it.”

“You’re right, I’m tired.”

“Tomorrow is the second day of the festivities and I’ll let you join in as a submissive.”

“Are there enough boys for the dominant role?”

“Do not worry. I’ll make sure you don’t want for anything.”

Lost Bet

By Victor

CHRIS

I lost a bet. Never fuck with a drag queen, at least, not this one. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Thank God this is a safe place, mostly gay but also a ton of bisexuals and straights because gay friendly clubs are the best ones with the best music, the best drinks, and single straight girls feel safe. The straight guys who come are usually with girls. Things have changed a lot and it’s no longer taboo for straight guys to hang out at a mostly gay club.

I’m with a group of gay friends. I’m standing against the wall and more than a little self-conscious. I consider myself a “masculine gay” dude. Mainstream gays hate that term because they say it’s demeaning to the queer community, but I don’t adhere to the normal stereotype of a typical gay man you see on TV and movies. I’m not flamboyant, I prefer a t-shirt and jeans to fashion trends. I have a lot of tattoos, I like to fish and camp, I drive a beat-up pick-up truck, and I don’t give a shit about the latest drama with whatever Real Housewife on TikTok. My friends would say my major fault is that I’m too attracted to straight men. That’s why I’m single. I have a track record of dating closeted married men on the downlow, and that never ends well.

I’m not a total idiot, I occasionally go to gay clubs because I still have to get laid. I’m social and have a small group of gay friends, some flamboyant and even a couple of drag queens, I think they are funny as hell, and they don’t take shit from anyone. I wouldn’t want one mad at me. Like I said, I got to get laid, so besides dating apps, clubs are a good way to score a quick hook up, so even though I don’t look like I would hang out at a place like this, I actually enjoy it.

I’m so far out of my comfort zone that I’m in a different zip code. I’m way too competitive so it kills me I lost. But damn, I feel so naked. Even for a gay club, I’m dressed scantily. My friends are snickering at me, other guys are pointing and either laughing or cruising me. I guess you never know what a dude is into.

These heels are fucking killing me. I need another beer to get me through this. I’m not walking to the bar dressed like this, again. I didn’t appreciate all the slaps on my ass not to mention trying to maneuver through a sea of people in spiked heels. Luckily, my drag queen friend, Lonny, who supplied the shoes wears the same size or else there’s no way I could do this.

COLIN

My buddy, Kevin, and I have been here before. It has great music, good drinks, and a ton of hot women, not to mention all the pretty gay boys. I admit, I’ve always wondered about being with a guy. The only time I’ve “been with a guy” is the few times Kevin and I tag teamed some girl we picked up at a bar or found on Tinder, a little Devil’s Triangle action. Kevin is a hot guy. I’m not blind, I recognize when another dude is hot. I’m a gym rat so I tend to think guys built like me are more attractive. I’m not ashamed to say sometimes I fuck around with female bodybuilders, the muscular ones, not the fitness models. Some may look too masculine, but I like the feel of their hard muscles. Those few three-ways Kevin and I have had; I admit there was some spark between us. We like watching the other fuck, Kevin’s body is impressive and watching his muscles flex make me more than a little turned on. We may have kissed once or twice but only because the girl told us to. Neither of us minded. In fact, we did so without hesitation. I wouldn’t mind a little one-on-one make out session with my best buddy more often.

Tonight, a mutual friend of ours was celebrating his birthday and he and his husband invited us to go out and party with them and their friends. Of course, we said yes. I could use a little guy eye candy. Kevin thinks it’s funny when I’m drunk and make comments about a good-looking dude. He watches me a lot. I don’t know if he knows he does. I think he’s more bisexual but knowing him, he wouldn’t feel ashamed to tell me. Another good thing about gay bars, we both loved the attention we received, not to mention the free drinks!

KEVIN

I know Colin likes to come here. He tries to act all macho and tough, but I know he wouldn’t mind taking a walk on the dark side. I watch who he watches, and it depends on where we are. I know the type of chic he likes but I also know what type of guy catches his attention. He has dated female bodybuilders in the past, the ones with big muscle and sometimes look like dudes but he likes muscle. He says their bodies are hard and these women like a man to be aggressive and verbal. That could explain the kinds of guys he looks at, big muscle boys. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind an aggressive and verbal man too.

Colin is a hot guy. He’s confident, cocky, doesn’t smile much, sometimes too serious, but not at all afraid of what people think of him hanging out in a gay bar. He’s a gym rat like me and when we’re together, we tend to draw a lot of attention. I like watching him. He think’s he’s being nonchalant when he admires another guy. I can tell he feels safe around me because I couldn’t give a shit who you are or who you fuck. I guess I would fall into the douche bag category, I look good, I’m blunt and I flaunt what I got. I like to get what I want, and I don’t fuck around with small talk. Get straight to the point, I say.

I like watching him watch other men, imagining what is going on in his head, if he would really attempt to hook up with a dude. I wouldn’t mind seeing that. I imagine him fucking a guy would make him more aggressive and verbal. That would make me hard. I’ve had my occasional tryst with a dude, started experimenting in college, but he doesn’t know what.

Colin and I have had a few Devil’s Triangles, you know, two dudes and one girl. Usually, with random chics we picked up at a bar or Tinder. I have to say, watching him fuck is entertaining and erotic. His body is on point, and he knows how to use it. He has good rhythm, which explains why he’s a good dancer and a good fucker. I like seeing another guy built like me fucking a girl at the same time. We’ve have had our “fleeting moments of gay” as I call them. I’ve felt him up while he’s fucking and a few times a girl will tell us to kiss. I secretly like it when we kiss. He’s a great kisser and we’re not shy about doing it. It’s not like I haven’t kissed a guy before. I could see us hanging out, watching TV, having a long make out session. Some day.

He was a little too excited about going out tonight for Chance’s birthday. He knew where we were going and that made me excited too. Chance and his husband were awesome dudes and partying with them was always an experience. I think tonight will be fun.

CHRIS

“Oh my god! You did it! I can’t fucking believe it,” my buddy Cam yelled out when he saw me, the loud thumping of techno almost drowning him out.

“Shut it,” I said rolling my eyes.

“You look amazing! How the fuck are you pulling this off?”

“No shit!” chimed in another friend, Porter. “How can a hot dude like you with all ripped muscle and tattoos look so good in fishnet stockings and high heels? I mean, it’s ridiculous and hot at the same time.”

“How does it feel?” Cam asked over the loud music.

“It feels fucking weird,” I said. “I feel like a total whore!”

“Nah, you look sexy. Drag Queens do this every day. At least she didn’t make you wear a wig,” Cam pointed out.

“True but the eyeliner and lipstick is a little much,” I scoffed.

Porter guffawed, “No matter how much makeup you wear, your square jaw is always going to make you look masculine and then there’s your fitness model body.”

“And not to mention, nobody is looking at your face because you’re not wearing a shirt. You look way too hot,” Cam said with a kiss on my cheek. “Now, I’m glad you lost that bet.”

The bet? They are referring to a bet I made with a drag queen named Harvey. He was bragging about how often he gets laid while in drag. I didn’t believe him.  I bet him that he couldn’t get laid dressed in drag, no dude is going to want to hook up with a dude in a dress, and he told me it happens all the time. Well, we made that bet one night and he did get laid while in drag and I lost the bet. And the dude who fucked him was fucking hot! My punishment? It involves me wearing women’s lingerie while I dance in a cage over the dancefloor, something I never ever thought I would do. Tonight, I’m a go-go boy dressed like a whore.

I came here before the club opened. I had shaved my body smooth. Harvey dressed me in his dressing room, and he put a lot of thought into it. So, now I’m here, shirtless, with elbow length, fishnet fingerless gloves; a black leather collar around my thick neck, my usually messy dark hair was styled neatly, eyeliner and blood red lipstick. He found black satin panties and a matching garter belt with straps clipped to the black lacy tops of thigh-high fishnet stockings and finally, a pair of black satin, four-inch stilettoes. Yes, they make my calves look amazing and my ass look incredible but holy fuck, how do women wear these all day? Hell, how do drag queens wear them? The good thing about them is they made me look taller, elevating me from a modest five-ten to a tall six-two. I look like a fucking newborn calf when I walk in them, wobbly and clumsy, but I’m getting the hang of it. I figure if I’m pole dancing in a cage, there will be something to hang on to.

It was almost my turn to go into the cage. I was tense, so my friends kept buying me shots until by the time it was my turn, I was pretty drunk. When I’m drunk, I’m golden to do most anything, but I was still uncomfortable. I’ve seen slutty go-go boys in those cages dressed in way less than I am, but I was still very aware of my attire.

Harvey slipped me a hit of ecstasy to help me relax. I was helped into the cage that was suspended from the ceiling and the door was shut, and then the cage was raised above the dancefloor. The large gold cage had a stripper pole inside, which I had no idea how to use. I’m not a bad dancer, I did my time on the dance floor when I was a gayby. For a dude my size, I could move around my one-hundred-ninety pounds of muscle. I also noticed in the mirror, my arms looked amazing, bulging biceps, and cut triceps. Ok, I was starting to see some appeal to what I was wearing. I looked sort of like those muscular female bodybuilders who looked like dudes dressed in bikinis and heels. The mirror next to the cage was distracting because I kept looking at myself as I gyrated around the pole to the thumping music. This leather collar made me look bad ass and my abs popped. I looked hot and I became more comfortable in my outfit. Maybe I was wrong about wearing this get up. I was getting a shit ton of attention and I liked it. The more I watched myself, the sexier I moved, still masculine but no longer afraid of my feminine side. I felt incredibly slutty, like a fucking prostitute dancing for money. I was being cheered on by my friends and people were throwing dollar bills into my cage and slipping them into my garter belt and stockings. I could get used to this.

COLIN

Kevin and I got some beers and found our friends at a corner table. They had already started without us, lots of empty shot glasses on the table. Chance was wearing a fake tiara with the word “birthday girl” sticking up out of the front. I thought it was strange that these gay guys were so comfortable with their feminine side, often made jokes about females, acting like them to be funny. Yes, some were downright feminine but who cares? Besides, I got a lot of attention from them and that’s what I cared about.

I scanned the room to see what kind of talent was there. A few beautiful women, I think they were women, you never know here. And, of course, lots of hot men, muscle boys in particular. I don’t know if Kevin noticed or not, I’m not sure what he would think but my attention was definitely on a group of muscle boys, marines maybe, huddled nearby. They were dressed to be noticed, tight as shit jeans on muscular quads, bubble asses, and equally tight t-shirts. These guys were no joke, built much like Kevin and me. They looked like they could really hold their own in a brawl, and, in the bed. Who am I kidding? Keven wouldn’t give a shit if I were to bed down a dude. Hell, he’d probably want to join in. Besides, I was getting drunker and when I’m hammered, I don’t give a shit what people think.

KEVIN

He thinks he’s being so sneaky, but I know better. I look at who Colin is watching and sure enough, his attention is on a group of muscled up gay boys. They might even be marines with their high and tight haircuts and a couple had marine tattoos on their arms. I laughed to myself thinking he better watch himself. If he gets tangled up in a group of guys like that, they will eat him alive, but then maybe that’s what he wants.  

I put my hand on his shoulder which snaps him out of his cruising stare.

“Hey, you spot some talent or something?” I asked, secretly taunting him.

“Huh? Just checking out the scenery. Some hot girls,” he shrugged, taking a drink of his beer.

“Yeah. Uh huh. Hot girls,” I said sarcastically.

He looked at me with a look of suspicion on his face. “What did you mean by that?”

I pointed to the groups of marines and chuckled, “Nothing. I just don’t see any girls over there.”

Colin turned and looked at the boys. He turned back and shrugged. “Those guys? Yeah, I guess they’re hot.”

I looked at him with a smirk and said, “You guess they’re hot? Come on, dude. Those dudes are beyond any other guys in here. Well, except you and me.”

He looked at me shaking his head and smirking. “Why is it every time we come here, I get the feeling you are up to something?”

“What are you talking about?” I asked dripping with sarcasm.

“You know! You’re trying to get me to go gay.”

I shrugged. “Hey, I’m just letting you know you have… options,” I said nodding my head back to the marines.

He looked at me through squinty eyes and a furrow formed between his eyebrows, suspicious. “You’re an idiot,” he said while laughing.

“Dude, I’m not judging. You know I don’t give a shit what you do or who you fuck.”

He looked at me showing hesitation and skepticism. I slapped on the shoulder and said, “Come on, dude. You’re trying to bullshit a bullshitter. Fucking do what you want. Do WHO you want. You know you want to and, trust me, I’m good with it,” I said with a wink.

He relaxed his shoulders and let out a sigh of relief. Finally, he was letting his guard down. “Oh, thanks,” he said, “I’m so glad I have your approval.”  His tone was dripping sarcasm dripping and rolling his eyes.

Just then, the muscled marine casually glanced our direction and then did a double take when he saw us standing only about twenty feet away. He nudged one if his buddies and said something in his ear. His buddy turned and tried to look casual as he checked us out. The muscled marine gave us both a lot of eye contact. He would glance back our way from time to time. He was definitely interested.

I thought I would help Colin along. I leaned in, putting my arm around his shoulders, pulling him close to me, both of us observing the group of muscle boys. I said in his ear so he could hear me over the loud music, “You saw that. The one with the blonde hair and tight blue t-shirt, he’s been giving you the ‘fuck me eyes.’ His arms, look at them, they’re huge. And that ass, like two fucking bowling balls crammed into those skinny jeans. He wants it, bro.”

He nodded and replied, “Yeah, that is a great ass,” he admitted reluctantly. “Damn,” he added with lust.

“See, dude. It’s all good. He’s a hot piece of ass,” I taunted him, whispering in his ear. “I bet his pussy is so tight that it’d break your dick off.”

Colin turned slowly to me and said into my ear, “Dude, I think you’re more into him. Is there something you want to tell me, playboy?”

I grinned at him and replied, “That’s a story for another time, buddy.” He recoiled a bit in disbelief. I shrugged my shoulders and hugged him tight. “What? Are you surprised?” I laughed. “Let’s just say if I were you, I’d hit that, and hit it hard,” I growled and patted his shoulder a few times.

“You would?” he asked with a little hesitation. He knew I was serious but at the same time, he was hoping I wasn’t joking either.

“Colin, look at him. He’s a fucking marine. His body is insane. You know he could take a pounding. I know how much you like to really pound away.” Colin was staring at the kid, his brain working overtime as he contemplated what to do next. “And you know what else? He can’t get pregnant. Cum in him all you want.”

He laughed and took a swig of his beer. “Dude, you’re a horny son-of-a-bitch. I never know what the fuck you’re going to do or say.”

“What? Me?” I feigned shock. “You know me. I’m an open book. I am who I am.”

“You’re a fucking bad influence is what you are.”

“Here’s to bad influences and new experiences,” I cheered as I clinked his bottle with mine.

COLIN

Kevin never ceases to amaze me. Just when I think I know him, he throws me a curve ball. I should have known he’s mess around with dudes.  He’s crazy and that’s why he’s my roommate, best friend, and wingman. But this is the first time being my wingman in a gay bar, and he was serious. I admit, the tall marine, the one with the rocking body and that amazing ass, I’d take him for a roll in the hay. God, I bet his ass is tight as a vice. I couldn’t believe I was thinking this.

“Go over and talk to him,” Kevin said in my ear, his warm arm still around my waist, pulling me in close to him.

“You think?” I asked. “Really?”

“Yeah, dude. Put your big boy pants on and go get your dick wet.”

I turned to him and smiled. “Dude, the only thing I’ve ever done with a guy is… kiss you.”

He smiled. “And it was good, was it not?” he asked, cocky and confident.

“I wouldn’t even know what to do or where to start,” I admitted. The first time in my life I was unsure about myself.

“Dude, look at you,” he said, rolling his eyes. “You’re the hottest dude in here. Seriously, you are,” he said with all sincerity. “You don’t have to do or start anything. His head will explode when he meets you. Let him take the lead if you need. He knows what to do,” he advised like the devil on my shoulder. “You just need to get the ball rolling.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” I hesitated as I thought the unthinkable. I wasn’t sure how to word it, so I just came out with it. “Kev, what if he wants to fuck me? Because that is not happening.”

“Dude, he’s a marine. They’re all bottoms,” he laughed. Again, that’s information he shouldn’t know.

I looked at him surprised. “How the hell do you know that?”

He looked at me and shook his head. “Why do you ask questions that you already know the answer to?”

“Jesus Christ, Kev,” I said rolling my eyes before taking a swig of beer.

“Alright. Let me make this easy for you. I’ll go with you,” he said.

“You’ll go with me? And do what?” I asked sarcastically.

“Once again, I think you know,” he smiled a very devious smile. He put his hand on the small of my back and pressed slightly. “Come on, Colin. Let’s stop beating around the fucking bush. Let’s you and I tag team that hot piece of ass. Look at him, he can take it.”

I looked at him shocked. “What? A three way my first time with a dude? With you?  Are you fucking with me?

“Fuck no, I’m not kidding. You and me. We’re on the same page. You get me?” he asked, cryptically telling me he was ready to take this guy down. “I’ve already watched you fuck, AND I’ve already kissed you.”

I studied his face to make sure he wasn’t joking and as far as I could tell, he wasn’t. I guess it would be easier and let’s face it, it would be fucking hot to see him bang a big muscular marine. Fuck it. “Fine. Let’s do it. You do the talking.”

“Of course,” he responded, and I could tell he already knew what he was going to say. Obviously, this wasn’t his first time picking up a guy, let alone a marine.

“Wait. I need a shot,” I told him, taking a full shot from our party table. I raised my glass and threw it back. I tapped the glass on the table and that’s when I saw HIM. I stopped in my tracks.

“Ready?” Kevin asked. But I didn’t hear him. In a cage high above the dance floor was a guy with the hottest body dancing inside. His muscles were big, they were cut, defined. He had tattoos on his arms and chest. The way he moved was more athletic than anything else, but the guy had rhythm and he was sexy. I took my beer and moved closer to the cage to get a better look. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I was mesmerized at his beauty. I saw what he was wearing, but for reasons I can’t explain, the way he was dressed made him even hotter.

“Hey, where you going?” Kevin asked, pulling on my elbow. “The boy is over here,” he said nodded his head in the marine’s direction.

“Wait,” I mumbled as I took his elbow and dragged him closer to the cage.

“What are you looking at, dude?” Kevin asked, then he noticed I was looking up at the dancer in the cage.

“That,” I said with a nod towards the cage.

“Whoa! Good eye!” he said before he whistled.

We both watched him dance, the way his body moved, the way his sweaty muscles reflected the light.

“You like that?” Kevin asked. “What he’s wearing?”

“Yeah,” I said as I stared at the guy.

“I would have never guessed you’d be into dudes wearing women’s lingerie,” he laughed. “Kinky, dude. Wish I’d known earlier,” he teased. Kevin had some experience with this kind of kink. More then a few slutty girls he’d dated had been into role play and wanting him to wear their panties. It was a huge turn on for Kevin knowing he was wearing a pair of her panties under his pants while on a date. So, he got what Colin saw in the hunky go-go boy.

I listened to what Kevin said but for some reason, it didn’t phase me this incredibly fit, muscular dude was wearing stockings and heels. I couldn’t put my finger on it. He was this big muscular jock looking guy dressed in some kind of drag and it sent a shiver through me. I couldn’t rip my eyes away. I liked that he didn’t make feminine gestures and the way he danced was very masculine and not like a girl at all. Maybe it was because I’d been with so many girls who wore lingerie like that before we fucked. I loved a beautiful girl in a garter belt and heels. I wondered to myself, dressed the way he was, was he showing off his femininity?  Was this a signal he wanted to get fucked? Was this a kink for him? I could tell, even with the make up, he was a handsome guy.

KEVIN

Colin was looking at this guy like he was his next meal. Of all the guys in this bar, the hunk in the cage was the last one I thought a guy like Colin would pick and then I realized what was happening. This built go-go boy reminded Colin of his little fetish for female bodybuilders. This guy was built and wearing lingerie, just like the female bodybuilders he had dated. I thought tonight I was going to get to sink my dick into some marine ass, but this dude was way hotter. I was amused and intrigued that my buddy was into this sort of thing. He was mesmerized by the dancer, and it was hard not to be. The more I watched, the more I saw what Colin saw. The dude was sexy, muscular, athletic, and dressed in stockings and panties, still the hottest guy in here. I liked his tattoos. And damn, he was a handsome motherfucker.

I may be assuming too much but if a guy who looked like him was dancing half naked in a gay bar for money, he was probably a slut or an escort. And sluts are my specialty. They’re easy and don’t mind getting kicked out of bed after the deed was done. I’ve had more than a few slutty dudes in my bed over the years. They’re all the same. They want fucked, bred, and sent home. This was making me fucking horny as fuck. I think I needed to help Colin get his go-go boy.

“Dude, you want him?” I said seductively to him, rubbing my hand on the back of his shoulder, like I was soothing him.

He took another drink of beer and swallowed hard, wiping his mouth with his forearm. “Yep,” he said gruffly, not tearing his eyes away from the dancer. I could tell by his demeanor; Colin was in alpha mode. I loved it when he did that. He gets mean and dominate. He stands taller, his chest out. He gets cocky. It’s sexy. This sissy boy was making Colin horny.

I put my mouth right up to his ear, my warm breath giving him goosebumps and I whispered in a sexy low growl, “You want to fuck his pussy?” I felt him tense up, take a deep breath like his heart skipped a beat. He continued to watch the guy dance.

“Uh huh,” he replied distracted.

“Can I watch you fuck his pussy, Colin?” I whispered again.

“Oh yeah,” he said, still not tearing his eyes away.

“Take those panties off and fuck his big muscle cunt. Fuck him like a bitch.”

“Yeah,” he said quietly, “like a bitch.”

I hugged him closer. “Take turns fucking that sissy bitch. Watching you cum in his pussy, bro. So hot.”

“My dick is so hard right now,” he said, readjusting his crotch.

“Colin, you want him, dude. Let’s get him for you.”

He finally turned and looked at me, his eyes contacting with mine, sharing a moment. Then unexpectantly, he slowly leaned in and put his lips on mine. He gave me a nice, wet kiss, just a short one.

“Mmm,’ he sounded his approval of the kiss. “I’m glad I know you,” he said with a serious face. “You’re a sexy, dirty, motherfucker.”

“I know,” I responded. “That’s why we get along so well. We’re too much alike.”

“A lot more than I ever thought,” he said, his eyes were searching mine. “Never thought I’d ever say this to a dude, but you are a fucking awesome kisser.”

I smirked and said, “Hey, promise me the next time we kiss, you’ll have your dick in that boy’s ass.”

He smiled at me and said, “Dude, this is so gay. I think we’re both going gay.”

“I think we were bound to get there. Finally!” I exclaimed. “Fuck, do you know how long I’ve wanted to tell you I’m bi?” I laughed with another pat to his back before my hand found his ass and I squeezed.

“Whoa!” Colin said in response to my squeezing his ass. “Slow down, cowboy. We can talk about you and your ass fucking later. We got a muscle sissy to fuck.”

CHRIS

After an hour my time was up in the cage. I bent down and collected all my money. Damn, I thought, maybe I should do this more often. I made bank! The cage was lowered to the floor. I was helped down and handed a towel. I noticed myself in the mirror and for some reason, like it was a natural thing to do, I checked my make up. It hadn’t smeared or anything. My blue eyes popped from the eyeliner and my lips were sensual and slutty, a strong contrast to my square jaw and five o’clock shadow. I ran a hand through my slick messy hair, styling it back to what it looked like before.

As I stepped away from the cage, I was swarmed by a bunch of guys, each telling me how sexy I was, telling me I was hot, and my body was beautiful. I was reveling in the attention my body received. Some of the guys were very attractive, some weren’t. I still liked the praise heaped on me. I bent down, reaching behind my legs, and adjusted the seams of my stockings, making sure they were straight in the back, again why do I care so much about my stockings? I was getting more comfortable with my situation, and my attire, and when I looked up and noticed all the hot muscular guys dressed in regular clothes, I suddenly felt submissive, feminine, and thought about them fucking me. I’m not a huge bottom but dressed like this, I felt like I could bottom for every dude there.

It was then I noticed the sea of men in front of me part like the Red Sea as two very attractive men bulldozed their way through to me. They were both very handsome and both built very well. There were well dressed and carried themselves with confidence and swagger. The two men were my type but the dark haired one was very mesmerizing. His eyes were like lasers into mine and he gave off an alpha vibe. God, what a fucking body. His clothes hung on him perfectly. The blonde was movie star handsome, very angular features, deep cleft in his chin, stunning body. The dark-haired hunk handed me a beer. I looked at it confused as if I’d never seen a bottle of beer before. I was reluctant to take it since I didn’t know him. That’s like the biggest no-no in a bar, and I should know, I’ve been roofied before.  I once woke up in a strange bed, naked, cum leaking out my ass. At least the dude was hot. I still punched him. Even though all that happened, and it was traumatic, I looked at this guy and didn’t care of the consequences. I immediately felt small, feminine, submissive. I slowly reached out for the bottle.

“Thanks,” I said while I scanned their bodies and took a drink.

“Hey,” the dark-haired one said.

“Hey,” I responded, nervously. I don’t know why, I was almost the same size as he was, a few inches shorter.  

“What’s your name?” he asked bluntly.

“Chris.”

“Colin,” he said with a very serious face, a deep voice.

I nodded to the other guy and asked, “Is this your boyfriend?”

The blonde broke up laughing and patted Colin on the back.

“What?” Colin asked confused before realizing what he meant. “No, we’re not gay.”

“We’re straight,” his buddy said with a wink that told me I should question that last statement. “I’m Kevin, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said shaking his hand. I looked at them confused. “So, you’re straight,” I stated hoping that would signal them to explain.

“Yeah,” said Colin bluntly again. It felt like he was trying to speed things along. What could two straight guys want from me?

“Let’s just say we’re open minded,” Kevin said with a grin. This one I could tell was a player.

“You’re hot as fuck,” Colin shot in quickly like he couldn’t wait to say it. “Love your tats.”

I looked down at myself and looked back up. “You… you like this?”

“Yeah,” Colin stated. “I like it…on you.”

I looked at Kevin who shrugged and said, “He thinks your sexy.” He winked again. He was definitely trouble.

I blushed and shrugged my shoulders, playing with the leather collar around my neck.

Colin slid his finger inside the waist band of my garter belt and snapped it. “I think you’re so fucking sexy.” His eyes drank me in, my ass and legs anyway. This guy must have a kink for guys in lady’s underwear or something. He said he was straight yet he’s looking at me like I’m his next meal. “You really like showing off for guys like me.”

I thought about what he said and how I did enjoy it when I was in the cage, looking at myself in the mirror. The look on my face must have given me away.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I’d have to have a good reason to do it again.”

“You have a reason,” Colin said, getting to the point. “Because I’d tell you to.”

A jolt of electricity shot up my spine. I no longer missed my t-shirt, jeans and Carhart boots. I felt sexy, desirable. I wanted this “straight” guy to treat me like he does women. I wanted him to fuck me. Hell, I wanted them both to fuck me but I’m sure this was not going to end with a tag team. It was just a straight guy with a weird fetish. Colin’s intense stare was a combination of hunger and fear for me. He just seemed like he was about to pounce. I wasn’t sure how to take him. He just kept looking at my legs and my arms and then my eyes.

“Oh, really? You think I would just do anything you told me to?” I asked defiantly and flirty. I knew that hell yes, I would do anything he told me to. “Besides, I’m a t-shirt and jeans kind of guy.”

“I don’t care what you wear when I’m not around,” Colin told him. “And yes, I do think you would do anything I told you to.”

I looked at Kevin who was just standing there with a cocky smile as he shrugged one shoulder to tell me that’s the way it is.

I shook my head. “This is so confusing. Don’t get me wrong, it’s hot, but also confusing.”

The music had gotten louder or something, and it was getting harder to hear. Colin put his mouth on my ear and said loudly, “I’m going to fuck you.”

I stepped back and my jaw dropped. “Say again?” Is this happening?

Colin stepped in, “I said, I’m going to fuck you.”

“That’s what I thought you said,” I responded. I was a little afraid because a straight guy just doesn’t walk up to you, tell your sexy, and then say he’s going to fuck you.”

Kevin stepped in and yelled into my ear, “WE are going to fuck you.”

Now I was getting nervous. This is getting weirder by the minute. But they were both so fucking hot. The one named Colin was my idea of a perfect man. But I was still confused how they knew I would just let them have their way with me. It was then that I remembered back when I was drugged, and I became anxious and a little angry at myself for being too stupid to let it happen again.

I stepped back, and I looked down at my beer. I looked back up at them and asked, “Did you fucking roofie me?”

Colin scoffed and replied, “I don’t need drugs to get what I fucking want.”

I swear my dick got hard right then and there. What a fucking sexy ass thing to say. He said it forcefully, confidently. It was hot. I wanted his dick in my hole so bad.

COLIN

I couldn’t handle it anymore. This muscular go-go boy was making my dick hard the longer we talked. I wanted to see those stocking covered legs on my shoulders, and I wanted to see his lipstick smeared as he sucks Kevin’s cock. Chris was turning my crank and I wanted to make him feel like a pussy, a cunt. The only way to get it done was to just tell him. Chris was still in shock that I was so blunt. But he didn’t say no. The best part? He didn’t talk like a guy who wears panties. He was masculine and had a deep voice. I saw him as a challenge, a masculine man to conquer and dominate. The power trip was making me hot.

He loudly said into our ears, “Follow me!”

We followed him and I watched that hot bubble butt, his wide back, those sexy legs, his calves flexing as he walked in the heels. He led us through a double door and into the back where we entered a dressing room and he shut the door. The room was filled with women’s gowns, wigs, makeup, obviously a drag queen’s dressing room.

“This YOUR dressing room?” Kevin asked as he looked around.

“No,” Chris replied, standing there in his panties and stockings, those sexy heels. His muscular arms folded over his chest. That sexy collar around his neck made him look like a submissive bitch. “So, you’re both straight and you want to tag team me? Like I said, not exactly straight guy behavior.”

“Like I said, we’re open minded,” Kevin said with an arm around me. I just continued to stare in Chris’s eyes. My intent was to intimidate him as much as possible.

“Are you saying you don’t want us to fuck you,” I stated, crossing my arms over my big chest, mirroring him.

Chris laughed, “Do I want my ass spit roasted by two hot ‘straight’ guys?”

“Your pussy,” I corrected him.

“My… what?” he asked.

“You heard me. You want your pussy spit roasted,” I corrected him. God, I wanted him.

Kevin chimed in impatiently as he stepped up to Chris, “Look, let’s just cut to the chase. You’re a hot guy dressed like a hooker.  I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t mind two dudes using your pussy. Like you haven’t before,” he said in an accusatory manner.

Chris stared him down silently. I couldn’t read him. I wasn’t sure if he was mad at the insult or mad because it was true.

Kevin nodded his head and said, “Ohhh… I see what’s going on here.” He pulled out his wallet. “What’s your rate?”

Chris just stared at him, blank face, muscles flexing in his shoulders and biceps. Again, I couldn’t tell if he was pissed. Maybe he thought we were cops, and we were trying to bust him.

“Come on, dude,” Kevin said with a smirk, “how much do you want?” He started thumbing through a wad of bills.

“Are you guys cops or something?” Chris asked almost monotone, like he’d said it too many times before. But that confirmed it for me. This hot boy was a paid whore.

“Does it matter?” I said confidently and forcefully. “I have a feeling you don’t care.”

Chris snickered. He sneered and looked at me like he was reading my mind, calling a bluff.

CHRIS

A surge of something tingled my spine again and my dick got stiff. Colin was sexy as fuck and the thought of him fucking me like I was his paid whore only made my hornier. I’ve never been turned on at the thought of being some dude’s whore, but right now, I was into it. They really thought I was an escort for hire. I looked at these two gorgeous specimens, and the way they were looking at me, assuming I was an escort, or something was hot. I wondered what it would be like getting fucked by these two men, using my body to get themselves off but fucking me like they fuck women. I looked down at my stockings, the way the accentuated my muscle, I felt sexy. I felt sexy, and pretty, and desired. Suddenly, I wanted to be their bitch. I’ll take their money if that’s how they want it to be. I decided to play the game. If they thought that I was a whore for hire, then so be it.

“Fine. Two hundred for the first hour, one hundred every hour after,” I told them, my body language told them I had gone into business mode. “A piece.”

“Deal,” Colin replied quickly. “Pay the bitch,” he said to Kevin. Kevin handed me a bunch of bills.

Kevin snickered. “This is a first. I usually pay female whores.”

“So?” asked Colin. “Are we fucking pussy tonight or what?”

“Yes,” I answered quickly. “One condition.”

“Name it,” Colin said.

I stepped up to Colin, ran my hand over his chest. “After you pound on me. I want YOU to fuck me like you fuck your girlfriends or your wives or whatever you have.”

“Done,” Colin agreed.

“I’ll order an UBER,” Kevin said, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“I got my truck outside,” I told them.

Colin almost smiled. “Truck? You drive a truck?”

“Yeah,” I replied like it shouldn’t be a surprise. “F150.”

Colin smirked as he looked at me. “Huh,” he said. “Leave it. You can come back and get it.”

I was cautious about leaving here with two strangers without my own transportation, but I don’t think he was going to take no for an answer.

“Fucking reception sucks back here,” he said while holding his phone in the air. “Be right back.” He left the room.

I looked up at Colin and said, “Fine. Just let me change.”

“NO?!” Colin said forcefully.

“Leave it on?” I asked confused.

“Yes. Bring clothes but leave all of this on.” He looked around and saw a red silk robe hanging on the wall. He grabbed it and tossed it to me. “Wear this for now.”

“You want me to leave the club in heels and a silk robe?” I asked surprised.

“I just said I want you to leave it all on,” Colin told me. Suddenly, he grabbed me and pulled me in close and planted his lips on mine. His hands reached down and cupped my ass. “Fucking sexy muscle girl,” he whispered. He kissed me again. We kissed until Kevin came back in the room.

“Whoa! Dude, hold off until we get home,” Kevin said irritated.

Colin put his hand on my jaw and caressed. “Can’t wait to be inside you.”

I just smiled and my dick got harder. I said seductively. “Fuck my pussy all night.”

“Good girl,” he said with a kiss.

KEVIN

Holy shit this was going to be good. This muscular stud in lingerie had become putty in our hands. Colin’s alpha attitude did the job, this boy was probably in love with him. I looked over at Chris as we walked through the door of our condo. The red silk robe was way to small on him, his muscles straining the seams, his ass protruding.

Colin was like a man on a mission. He was excited, more then I’ve ever seen him be. He wasted no time pinning Chris to the wall, kissing him while ripping off the robe. Chris ran his hands all over Colin’s body, his cock hard in his black satin panties. He looked sexy as hell in those thigh high stockings, with little black bows on the garters and the belt.

Colin lifted one of Chris’s legs up under the knee and hugged it to his thigh, running his hands over the stocking covered muscular quad and hamstrings. Moans were escaping his mouth as he devoured the muscle girl.

I stepped over and took the back of Chris’s head. “Hey, let me in here, guys.” I held Chris’s head as I covered his mouth with my own, my tongue probing his throat. My hands massaging his pecs and his triceps. This guy was very impressive.

“Hot,” Colin said, out of breath.

I pulled away from Chris and felt Colin’s hand on the back of my neck as he pulled me in for a deep sensual kiss. Fuck, it was so hot. Better than the other kisses we’ve shared. This one was primal, and it made my dick harder than it was. He finally released me and attacked Chris again while I kissed Chris’s chest. I noticed lipstick on Colin’s cheek, and it was smeared around Chris’s mouth. That was hot as fuck too.

We all were in a three-way kiss, moaning and groaning. Colin suddenly picked Chris up, no easy feat with the dude’s size, but Colin did it. Chris squealed when it happened. He wrapped his legs around Colin’s waist and his arms around Colin’s neck.

“Let’s go, baby,” Colin said to Chris, walking towards his bedroom. “I know you want daddy’s cock in your pussy.”

CHRIS

Holy shit! This is one strong fucker, I thought as Colin lifted me and hauled me to the bedroom. I weigh around 190-pounds and he lifted me like I was nothing, a rag doll. He was almost ravenous. He referred to himself as daddy and I about came right there. I tried to figure out how old he was and I’m pretty sure we were about the same age. But I have a baby-face; I’ve always looked younger than my true age.  He dropped me on the bed, onto my back.

I looked up at him. “Yeah, daddy. Fuck my pussy,” I answered, embarrassed I sounded so slutty, but turned on too. It sounded strange coming out in my voice. I don’t think I’ve ever spoken like that before. I’ve tried to mimic flamboyant gay guys when joking around but never have been able to pull it off. I probably sounded like a bro TRYING to be gay.

Kevin must have thought the same thing because he said, “Damn, that sounds hot coming from you.”

I looked at Kevin who was in a state of undress. He was standing next to Colin, only in tight little boxer briefs. His six-pack abs were cut deep, his slim, muscular thighs stretched the material. “I’m your bitch tonight,” I said smoldering. I slowly raised my legs in the air and spread them wide. I looked up at the two studs standing framed between my outstretched legs, my muscular, fishnet stockinged legs flexed, my heels pointing at the ceiling. I felt like a whore. I also felt sexy.

Both men slid off their briefs to reveal very nice thick cocks. I was very impressed. They were both the perfect package of handsome, built, cocky and hung. My heart skipped a beat as I watched them climb onto the bed. Colin crawled between my legs, grabbing ahold of my ankles. He ran his hands over my stocking calves. His rock-hard cock was nudging at my hole. Then he brought one of my ankles to his head. He turned his head and licked the side of my stiletto. It was incredibly erotic. Kevin lay beside me, running his hands over my abs and chest. Then he out his arm around my neck and brought my head up for a kiss. It was a sensual kiss, deep and passionate.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Colin murmured as he watched his best friend kiss me.

COLIN

I watched my best friend make out with the sexy muscle boy. They were both so handsome. I’d always thought Kevin was handsome, one of the best-looking men I know. Seeing him being intimate with another man, a sexy, uninhibited slut, was an incredible high. I was seeing Kevin in a different light. I know we’d been a little bit intimate before with each other, but this was different. We were sharing something that seemed taboo, secretive, forbidden, and I felt closer to him that I ever have before.

Seeing Chris submit to our aggressive behavior was also a major turn on. To see a dude with a body like his, more masculine than I would have suspected by the way he was dressed, the contrast between his hard body and the soft feminine lingerie made me feel powerful and desirable. I liked how his square jaw flexed as Kevin made out with him. The eyeliner made his eyes bluer; the red lipstick made his lips more kissable even though they had a masculine roughness to them. He had a slight 5 o’clock shadow which I felt rub against my jaw.

I felt Chris’s muscular legs and the stockings that covered them. The stockings accentuated the lines of his legs. The stockings felt course, yet smooth at the same time. The stockings were thigh-high so when I ran my hands along them to his smooth, hard hamstrings, I felt a surge in my adrenaline that I felt all the way to my cock. I put the muscle boy’s ankles on my shoulders before I leaned forward meeting the two men in a kiss. Our tongues mingled and I could feel both of their stubbled faces against my own.

Chris was breathing hard when he broke the kiss. He looked up at us and said, “I can’t take it anymore. I need to get fucked.”

Kevin looked at me and smiled, “You first,” he said. “I’ve been waiting so long to see you fuck a dude, bro. Show him what you can do.”

“Lube,” I said to Kevin.

He quickly scurried off the bed and into the bathroom. He was back in a flash with a very large bottle of KY. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

“What?” Keven said with a smile. “I like to be prepared.”

I pumped some lube onto my cock and stroked it, slathering it all over my cock. I placed my wet finger on Chris’s hole. “Gonna finger you, baby,” I said to him.

“Finger my cunt,” he moaned in his deep voice.

I pushed in and felt his hole release it’s tightness. He tensed up and let out a grunt and a sigh. “Oh, shit,” he said.

“Oh, my fucking god that’s so hot,” Kevin growled as he slowly stroked Chris’s hard cock through his panties. Chris’s hole was like a vice on my finger. I went in slow, giving him a chance to get used to it. His eyes closed and his mouth opened as he felt my finger inside him.

KEVIN

My best friend looked like he had a shiny new toy that he couldn’t stop playing with. I watched his muscular forearm and bicep flex as finger-fucked the hot stud. I loved seeing him like this. While he always looked like he was having a good time with the women we fucked, this time he looked different, like he glowed. The look on his face was focused, almost like he wanted to make Chris feel like the center of attention rather them himself for once. He liked seeing the effect he was having on the muscle boy dressed like a slutty sissy.

“Look at him,” I whispered to Chris. “He fucking wants you, baby. I’ve known him for a long time, and I’ve never seen him this hungry for pussy.” Colin was a man on a mission. His beautiful body was ripped, and I could see every muscle flex.

Chris was writhing and whimpering. “Fuck me,” he murmured over and over.

“He’s going to fuck you, baby. Then I’m going to fuck you. All night, sweetheart.”

Colin pulled his finger out of Chris and scooted forward, aiming his cock at the slut’s hole. He pressed inside. Chris’s body tensed and he grabbed my hand and squeezed. He yelled out, “FUCK!”

CHRIS

Holy fuck, Colin was huge. Maybe the biggest cock I’ve ever taken. The look on his face was one of extreme pleasure. I knew my hole was tight because I rarely bottom. Normally, I would have wanted time to get prepared for the penetration but seeing him up there, looking like a fucking alpha stud, he could have raped me, and I wouldn’t have cared.

COLIN

“OH, MY FUCKING GOD!” I bellowed as I felt Chris’s hole squeeze my cock as I slid inside. His body tensed and he screamed out obscenities as I sank in deeper. I didn’t care if he was in pain or not. I just wanted in that pussy. I wanted to be balls deep. I wanted to see his muscles flexed, his face flush, his veins popping as I took what I wanted, what was mine.

Kevin was looking up at me with a huge grin. We locked eyes. It was like we were telepathically connected. He knew I was in ecstasy. He knew I had found a new joy. He knew this wasn’t going to be the last time I’d be inside a man.

Chris was moaning and groaning as I started to fuck him. My cock had never been so at home, sensations so strong. I definitely wanted more. I took Chris’s ankles and spread his legs wide like a wishbone. He was flexible. I pushed them out as far as my long arms could go. That made Chris yell out more swears. I sped up my fuck, really pounding into his meaty ass. I looked down at him, laying there on his back, his ripped abs flexing, his arms were pumped, his shoulders were bulbous, and his legs were so muscular. Those fucking sexy tattoos. He looked like a real man. The contrast between his masculinity and his lingerie was overwhelming me. I asked myself if I was one of those weird dudes with a fucked-up fetish for men in women’s underwear, but then again, I didn’t give a shit at the moment. The more I fucked the louder the little slut got.

I looked at Kevin and told him, “Shut him up. The bitch is too loud.”

Kevin just smirked. He then got up and straddled the slut’s face. He was in a push up position with his cock aimed at Chris’s mouth.

“Open your whore mouth,” he growled as he lowered his hard cock into Chris’s open mouth. And as I expected, he swallowed it whole.

Kevin was amazing as he performed push-ups up and down into the kid’s mouth. Kevin’s triceps bulged, his muscular ass pumped and his back muscles where like hard knots as the flexed. It was amazing how athletic Kevin was. He played soccer and lacrosse in high school and college; a certified jock and he improved on that making his body his temple.

I could hear Chris’s gagging and choking, and it only made me fuck harder.

CHRIS

I was in ass-fucking heaven. I was choking down the cock of a beautiful Adonis while getting my pussy slammed by a fucking Superman. I could get used to this. If I had a Colin or a Kevin all the time, I would never top again. I would just let them take advantage of me and use me whenever they wanted.

My legs were spread so wide. I felt like a total slutty whore bitch. I felt like I was being used. I felt like I was there for their pleasure and fuck it if I was getting anything out of it, which I was. I wrapped my hands around Kevin’s muscular ass as it pumped his cock down my throat. I choked at times, but that made Kevin thrust faster. I felt like I wasn’t going to be able to talk for a week after deep throating his big cock.

I felt Colin increase his pace and his pressure. He was butt-slamming me roughly. I didn’t care. He could make me bleed and I wouldn’t care. He was punching my prostate over and over and I felt my balls churning. I didn’t think I could take much more; I was going to cum without even touching myself; a first for me. I felt it again, my balls expanded, that feeling when you’re about to explode. And that’s what happened. I pushed up on Kevin, his cock exiting my throat. I screamed out as my cock exploded, shooting thick cum up in the air. It splashed onto Kevin’s ass and back. Some splashed on to Colin’s chest. My body spasmed and I came again.

Kevin looked behind him and his jaw dropped. “Holy fucking shit! He came without touching himself, bro,” he said to Colin.

Colin said nothing but sneered and kept fucking. He was pounding hard until I felt him slow his pace but push in deeper.

“OU FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! I’M GONNA CUM!” Colin howled. He slammed in hard two more times and his body went rigid. His teeth clenched and his eyes shut. Then I felt his cock expand and then a warm river of cum seeped through my stuffed insides.

COLIN

Seeing that little stud cum was something I never thought would make me cum. I made him do that. I gave him so much pleasure that he had no choice but to release. I felt him flex his ring around my cock and I shot volley after volley into his slick, warm tunnel. My body was so rigid I thought I would cramp. I looked down at him as he watched me unload inside of him. It was like fucking a virgin. He looked like this was the first time he had ever known ecstasy, and it probably was.

I glimpsed at Kevin who had laid down next to Chris. He watched me intensely, making eye contact as he beat off. He kept staring at me as he stroked to the point where I watched his eyes grow wide, his muscles tense. He yelled out and then came all over his stomach and chest. Chris reached over and scooped up some cum off of Kevin’s chest and brought to his mouth and licked it. THAT made me want to keep going. What a fucking slut!

I fell forward onto Chris’s hard body. I found his mouth and I plunged my tongue into it. He wrapped his hands around my neck and aggressively kissed back. I felt his stockinged legs wrap around my waist. We made out for a long time before Kevin joined in. I wrapped an arm around Kevin and brought him in tight. I was still inside my slut boy. I wanted to stay there forever.

“You’re so sexy,” Kevin whispered into my ear. “So beautiful, bro.”

I kissed him. “You’re amazing,” I whispered back. “Best friend a dude could have. Thanks for not judging me.

“I am the LAST person to judge anyone. If you knew have the shit I’ve done,” Kevin said laughing.

I looked down at Chris. His lipstick was smudged and rubbed off his lips. His eyeliner was even smudged a little bit. It just made him look sluttier. “And you…” I kissed him. “You are fucking extraordinary. I’ve never fucked a woman like I fucked you. You fucking took it.”

Chris was panting, his chest heaving. “I’ve never ever had sex that good. Never in my life. It was life changing. This whole fucking night is life changing.”

I nodded and softly said, “Yeah… for me too.”

CHRIS

I looked up into Colin’s eyes. They were intense, penetrating. We had a connection right then that I couldn’t explain. I felt like I was made for his cock. I felt like it was my job to pleasure him. His demeanor had changed. It was different from earlier in the night.

“Hey, don’t bogart the pussy,” Kevin announced to Colin. “My turn.”

I felt Colin slide out of me leaving a void that I wanted filled. I lowered my legs so Colin could move aside. Kevin made his way in, but I needed a little rest after the pounding I just had.

“Dude, give me a few minutes. I feel like my guts have been rearranged,” I said to Kevin.

He looked at me and scoffed. He continued what he was doing. “Fuck you, I’m not waiting for your sore little pussy to recover.”

“Dude,” I began to protest but he had already punched through my hole. I screamed out as he penetrated my sore hole.  “FUCK! OH SHIT!” It was more pain than pleasure. I suddenly regretted taking on two dudes. I pushed myself up thinking I may be able to throw him off. But then I felt two more hands on me. One was on my shoulder, the other on my head applying pressure. I looked to the side and saw it was Colin.

“Uh huh,” he said. “Don’t even. You’re not done.” I let him push me back down flat. He kept applying pressure until Kevin got going.

“Fucking TIGHT pussy!” Kevin growled. “Fucking tight boy hole.”

I groaned and whimpered as Kevin fucked me roughly. “You’re splitting me in two, asshole!” I yelled back at him.

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up!” Kevin snarled at me as he yanked his cock out. That made me scream. I thought he was giving me relief, but he grabbed onto me, manhandled me onto my stomach. He mounted my ass and slid in. He fell on top of my back, pressing me down. He wrapped his arms around my arms and chest. I couldn’t move. He began to pile drive my ass.

“Take my cock, faggot,” he growled. “Fucking jacked up sissy faggot.”

I looked over to find Colin. He was sitting next to the bed, stroking off, a devious smile on his face. I looked at him for some help, but he just shook his head. I was to fend for myself. He was getting off on seeing me struggle.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I repeated over and over. My grunts and groans were sporadic. I was still struggling but not as much as I was. Kevin was pushing down on my shoulders.

“Fight me, faggot,” Kevin growled. “Fight me. It makes just makes your pussy tighter.”

I made a conscious decision to stop fighting and relax. I relaxed and let him take over. It took a while, but it started to feel good. He was fucking me at a steady pace. They were smooth strokes. Eventually, he released my grip around me. I relaxed my upper body and pulled my arms above my head, reaching up, I latched onto the edge of the bed.

“There you go,” Kevin said. “Lay there and enjoy the ride.”

I did lay there. I lay there feeling the familiar sensation of cock hitting my prostate. Soon, I began to push my ass up to meet his downward thrust.

“Good girl. Back that sloppy pussy onto my cock,” Kevin said. “I fucking knew you’d give in.

I turned my head and stared at Colin. He stared back. I watched the Superman slowly stroke himself as he watched me being used.

“Sexy,” Colin was all he said.

“Love this,” I whimpered to him.

“I know,” he replied back.

“Your pussy is fucking clenching my cock,” Kevin moaned out.

“You want more of this,” Colin asked, his face was serious and intense.

“I do,” I replied. It was strange having a conversation with someone while a dude was fucking me.

“You’re a good girl,” Colin told me. “Such a pretty girl.”

“FUCK!” I heard Kevin exclaim. He wrapped his arms around me again and thrust in one time. I felt him shoot a warm load inside me.

“God. Fucking hot,” Colin groaned as he too shot a load all over his chest. I wanted to crawl to him and lick it off of him.

Kevin loaded me up and lay still for a minute. Finally, he pulled out and lay down next to me. “How did you like that, faggot?” he asked me.

“Dude, just fuck off,” I said angerly.

“You didn’t like getting your pussy used?” he asked with a cocky smirk.

“That was more than being used. That was rape,” I told him.

“Right,” he guffawed. “Raping a whore. Like that’s a thing,” he said condescendingly.

“You need a few minutes?” Colin asked me as got down on his knees beside the bed, leaned forward on his elbows as he looked down at me.

“I may need a few days,” I said with an exhausted tone.

“I thought you said you wanted me to make love to you,” Colin asked.

“Like you do when you’re with a woman, right?” I asked.

He nodded. “Yeah. That’s what you asked for.”

“Hell, yeah I want that.”

Kevin sat up and dangled his legs off the side of the bed. “Let’s give her a few minutes to let her cunt recover, time enough for me to shower. I want to see this.”

Colin fist-bumped him. “No problem. She can suck my dick while we wait.”

“Sweet. I’ll be back.” Kevin got up and went into his bathroom.

Colin lay down next to me on his side. He crossed his leg and lay it on top of mine. He wrapped his lower arm around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss.

“You don’t have to suck my dick.” He sighed. “I didn’t think it would be this good,” Colin said.

I chuckled. “Me either. This was not what I thought it would be like.”

“You’re sexy as fuck dressed like this. So hot seeing you down there, taking my cock. Your muscles contrasting with the black lace.”

“Is that why you like it?”

He shrugged. “Yeah. It’s just… hot to me.”

“It was hot for me too, which is shocking. Like I said, I’m a t-shirt and jeans kind of guy. I wear Carhart boots and drive a truck. This is a stretch for me.”

“You wear it well, literally,” he said. He stroked my stockinged thigh. “The collar is a nice touch.”

“Part of the outfit,” I said as I readjusted the collar. “So, you’ve never been with a dude before?”

He shook his head. “No. Unless you count kissing that idiot,” he said grinning as he gestured with this head towards the bathroom. “That’s happened a few times.”

“You like it?”

“Was weird at first. But, yeah, I liked it.”

“What’s his deal anyway?” I asked him about Kevin. “He was ok at the club but then turned into an asshole when we got here.”

“Kevin? Dude, he’s a freak. He’s one of those guys who does what feels good. He’s hot and he knows it all too well. He’s a good guy even though he comes off as a dick.”

“Yeah, I found that out,” I said with a chuckle.

“Too rough for you?” he asked with a smirk.

“I don’t mind rough; I do mind being treated like a…”

“Treated like what, a whore? Aren’t you used to that by now?” he asked seriously.

“I was gonna say a punching bag.” I looked at him and remembered I was playing a part, but I did take cash from them, so it’s understandable he believes it. “I’m not a whore,” I  told him after a pause.

“Oh sorry, escort,” he corrected himself thinking that’s the title I preferred.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not an escort either.”

He looked at me confused. “Wait, you’re not a hooker?”

I scoffed and replied, “No, dude. I’m a fucking landscaper.”

He looked skeptically at me. “You took money from us.”

I laughed. “Yeah, I did. Maybe next time you won’t assume so much.”

“So, what’s all this about?” he asked as he flicked my garter.

I chuckled and then replied, “I lost a bet. To a fucking drag queen. This was my punishment. I’ve never dressed like this before. I’m not THAT gay,” I said sarcastically.

“Oh, fuck,” he said suddenly sounding resentful.

“Did that make it easier for you? Fucking me thinking I was a hooker?” I asked psychologically analyzing him.

He sat thinking for a while. “I dunno.”

“It definitely made it easier for you to rough me up.”

“It looked to me like you’re comfortable dressed like this. Do you like it?”

I paused. “At first, I was petrified of being seen like this. But when I got in that cage and dudes were throwing money at me, I thought it wasn’t so bad. I felt… sexy.”

“Why do you want me to fuck you as if you were my girlfriend?”

“I wanna know what it feels like for them when they look up and see a guy like you fucking them. I have a thing for straight guys, my friends give me shit for it all the time. I didn’t know why I’m stuck on straight guys until tonight. Straight guys are married or have girlfriends. I guess I figured being their girlfriend was the only way I was going to get with one.”

“You’ve never been with a straight dude?”

“Oh, yeah, I have. But not one like you.”

“You don’t mind looking feminine?”

“Not anymore. Not if I get dudes like you and Kevin to fuck me.”

“It’s hot watching him fuck you. This “alone” time with you will be hotter. He’s fun and all, but I’d like some one-on-one with you, pretty boy,” he said smiling.

I felt warm inside. “Am I a pretty boy?” I asked him as I stroked his jaw.

“You’re a very sexy pretty boy.” He leaned in for a long, sensual kiss.

“So…” I hesitated before asking, “You maybe want to hook up again?”

He looked at me with uncertainty. “Without Kevin?”

“Yeah. Without Kevin.”

He looked nervous. “I don’t know… this isn’t really my thing.”

“What isn’t your thing?”

“Hooking up with a dude.”

I laughed. “Dude, you just fucked the living crap out of me, and you liked it. I’m not asking you to fucking marry me, just fuck me.”

His eyes flickered around my face. He was thinking hard. “Yeah. I guess we can do this again. But don’t think you’re fucking me,” he added quickly.

“Dude, I don’t want to fuck you.”

“Ok. Just as long as you know,” he said. “And on one condition.”

“What?”

“You have more of this stuff?” he asked rubbing my thigh over my stockings.

I raised an eyebrow. I guess I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to look like this again. “Uh… no.”

“Oh,” he said sounding disappointed.

“Is that a deal breaker?”

He was quiet for a few seconds. “Can you get some?”

I looked at him and realized it wasn’t really ME he wanted to get with, it was me as a slutty bitch. “Yeah. I think I can,” I relented.

“Good,” he said before kissing me again. He felt up my hole through my panties. I knew he wanted back in. “Your pussy is so wet, baby,” he cooed.

“Can I be YOUR pretty boy?” I whispered.

“Yeah? You want to be my pretty sissy boy?”

I nodded. “Fuck yes, Colin.”

We heard the shower stop. Colin looked at me and smiled. “Gonna make love to my pretty boy.”

“Yeah, make love to me,” I said back.

Kevin walked back into the bedroom. “Ok, bro. Let’s see you make sweet, wet love to your little girlfriend.”

“With pleasure,” Colin said as he climbed on top of me.