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Epilogue

7 Years Later

Years of use, abuse, training and brainwashing Matt had no longer referred to himself as a person, instead he was now an it. The name Matt had lost meaning as it fell away into the hazy past. It now only referred to itself as Toy or it. Toy’s entire existence was focused on serving Master Simon and all his whims. Over the years of near total isolation had taken a toll on its mind and Stockholm syndrome had steeped deeply into its psyche. Bondage and pleasure had corrupted its life, transforming it to the point its body was muscular but scrawny with little hair left. Its septum, PA and nipples were pierced and enlarged. Along with its restraints a hood was now permanently added to the uniform. Made of a thick spandex that closely hugged its head, the only opening was the neck and a large hole allowing its mouth and nose to be free. With straps that encircled the eyes it was kept secured by its collar. It had now spent over a year of complete darkness. Master Simon spared its toy and allowed it to hear only due to his desire for the toy to listen to his commands and deafening it would be problematic. The toy’s front teeth were removed as a semi-permanent gag joined its new uniform. The front portion of the gag looked like a fleshlight with a smaller profile that fed a silicon tube down its mouth. It had been over 6 years since the toy last spoke. At this point speaking was all but a forgotten skill. The restraints on the toy were upgraded over the years, the spandex mitts are now longer going up the bicep, its hands are still wrapped but a new thin leather mitt added to eliminate any use of its hands. Both hands were held by a 1-foot chain connecting its wrist to its thighs.  The harness was still worn but it didn’t connect to its wrist anymore. The biggest change was to the toys’ chastity cage. With the healed PA the device now had a custom designed PA lock that was integrated into the cage with a hollow tube that both held the cage securely on and allowed for the slave to piss without removal. It was much smaller now and the ring to the cage had a ball stretcher attachment that kept its balls nice and plump under the cage.

 Simon had almost accomplished his goal of creating the perfect toy. It had now become dependent on him. Both shame and self-awareness were almost completely stripped away. Everyday the slave craved the touch and use of its Master. After years of isolation Simon was the only source of physical contact it had left, twisting its carnal desire for intimacy, the toy learned to want it from Master Simon and only him. Simon had taken years of training to contort its body to get used to bondage long term and for storage. Both its mouth and ass where well suited for the abuse that Simon dish out to it every day without care for what it wanted. Yes, Simon had done so much and yet there was something that needed to be done. The toy’s transformation was still incomplete.

               *Click*

               The door to the cell opened and the toy crawled over to Master Simon’s feet sticking its nose into his socks, nuzzling them and inhaling his manly scent. Simon watched his toy for a few moments and tapped its ass. The toy rose on all fours like a dog and pressed its face into Master’s crotch. Simon clipped on the leash leading it out of the cell.

“Today is a very special day, my toy.”

“You have been here with me for over 7 years now. Wow, how the time flew by!”

The toy followed next to Simon; the words he spoke didn’t even phase it.

“Ok, now sit.” He yelled.

Quickly it sat in the very spot. In the distance the toy could hear rumbling and things moving around it like large heavy equipment. Wood and metal clanking with clicks confused and excited the slave. Despite its complete subjugation the slave was well cared for and Simon went to great lengths to ensure that the slave enjoyed its time with him. After several minute Simon removed the hood and collar. The sudden flooding of lights blinded the slave. After such a long time of not seeing the lights were not a welcomed sensation.

“Take it slowly toy. Don’t open your eyes yet just let them adjust slowly. You’ve worn the hood for so long that it may take you a while before you can see properly.” Simon massaged and fixed the slave’s hair.

Grabbing its hair, he led it to the bathroom and started a bath. Simon removed all the restraints with the exception of the chastity cage and led it into the tub.

“Sit and relax we will get you squeaky clean my toy.”

The toy sat in the tub as the water continued to rise with the warmth enveloping it. The sound of clippers started and scared the slave.

“Relax, you just need a haircut.”

Quickly Simon sheered off the long-matted hair and trimmed the facial hair that had grown out. The larger parts were thrown in the bin while the rest was washed away in the tub. It had been a while since it had gotten a bath, but it didn’t know how long. After Simon was satisfied with his work, he started to lather shampoo into the toy’s scalp rubbing deeply into it getting all the grim and dirt build up. As Simon bathed the slave, the toy took this time to touch its Master as it had been taught too. It grabbed his cock playing with the semi hard Greek sausage that it had come to crave inside. Next Simon grabbed a luffa with some body wash. He took his time exploring the slave’s body as he scrubbed the dead skin away. He played with its nipples and fingered its hole watching how horny the toy became. Then he started to wash his hair and body after lathering up the slave. It had noticed that he was scrubbing himself leaning over it helped him wash up. Draining some of the water he grabbed the shower head, rinsing off the soap from both him and his toy. Letting the soapy water drain he continued rinsing everything and left the water fill a bit again. Simon was now erect standing up he grabbed the toys jaws shoving his cock inside. Perfecting its throating skills the toy took its Master allowing its throat to be raped hard. Simone violently pushed its head down onto his cock over and over listening to it take every inch down without gaging or fighting back. Getting ready to climax he pushes its head down and holds it there while the slave swallows his load massaging his cock’s head with its throat milking every drop of its Master’s precious seed.

After taking in his seed, Simon lets go and the slave cleans his cock and balls. He washes off and leads the slave out of the tub draining the water out. They both dry off. Simon grabs his slave and begins to passionately kiss and tongue it. Playing with its locked dick he lightly teases its hole watching to grow desperate to cum.

“If you behave maybe I will allow you to cum, toy.” Simon said in between kisses.

Ordering the slave to sit he wanders off. The toy try’s to open its eyes but it is as if they are fused together from the time spent in darkness. Forcing its eye lids open the light stung but he was making progress.

“Don’t rush if it hurts give it time.”

It listened and sat there waited for its next instructions.

Wheeling over a large wooden box it clunked around it was made of solid wood, sanded down and a coat of varnish brought out the dark rich colors of the wood’s natural grains. Inside the box it looked like a seat that was at an incline with a rather large hole in it. On the sides there are slots and the back held large straps riveted in the back. The majority of the inside was padded with firm memory foam covered over with a thick cloth like material. Simon reached over to his slave and begun to dress it. A new collar was given, made of leather with padding lining the inside. It was locked in place. The gag was replaced as well with a similar design to the other with a slim profile and silicon hole that was inserted into its mouth holding it open. Gabbing the slave by the collar he led it to the box helping it into the seat inside. The padding allowed for comfort and breathability. However, the strangest part was how well molded the inside was as it was contoured to fit the slaves body providing support to the lumber, legs, and arms. Simon gave the slave two large stress balls in each hand and placed the thick spandex coverings over them. In the back of the box near the seat were two holes lined with padding that the slave’s arms slipped into keeping them at its side. The molded padding perfectly outlined its body as it settled in. Guiding its legs next, there were two grooves on the left and right sides of the box. Pushing its legs back to its chest and placing them into the grooves. This forced the slave’s legs up and apart with its shins and feet neatly folded into its thighs. Spandex leg warmers were put on each leg like shin guards. Next, he began to strap each leg into the mold tightly but not cutting off blood flow. Going to the back he started on the remaining straps in the back that threaded through. The wrist were locked in, more straps went around the biceps, shoulders, chest, stomach, and waist. Checking over the straps he waited several minutes checking the blood flow to each limb and looking for problems. Once everything looked right, he secured the collar in place as it was made specifically to go with the box. The neck portion of the box was the thickest part and heavily padded. It looked like a half crescent moon. On the sides were long slots. Carefully Simon inserted a smaller wooden piece that was the width of the box fitting snuggly into the side slots. Towards the slave was the remaining half of the crescent moon that clicked into place. Another loose piece that looked like a curved ramp with a hole was placed onto the slave’s pubic area. Its caged dick and stretched balls went through the hole, pushing back its pelvis in the seat while its dick was exposed and vulnerable. Pleased with the outcome he tickled his slaves’ feet enjoying its laughter and squirming looking for weaknesses in the restraints or anything he might of overlooked. Movement inside the box was limited as even when the slave thrashed around only its head and feet could slightly move around while the body was firmly locked in place. The box barely moved around, and Simone was very pleased. Before completely closing the box up he poured water and a bland protein shake into the fleshlight gag slowly filling up the slave. The final step was to arrange the remaining pieces of the box. Another thick slate was feed into the slots of the neck piece completely separating the head from the body. The front panel of the box was padded and fit into place snuggly as it was secured into place. Leaving the head exposed, the slave sat patiently. Simon put two small earphones into each ear and slipped on a thin spandex hood over its head adjusting it into place.

“Now, the hood is thin enough to let you see through it. I want you to practice opening up your eyes while you’re inside here, ok toy?”

The slave nodded yes, “Yes Master, thank you Master.” It thought.

“Good toy.” Simone said with a grin.

He grabbed a headboard and locked it into place behind the slave’s head. The headboard was made of the same wood and padding as the box but it was designed to prevent the head from moving only looking straight ahead with limited vision. A strap went around the forehead for added protection.

“toy, can you hear me?” a voice came through the earphones.

The padding surrounding its left and right sides of its head muffled sounds but it could still hear its Master’s voice through the earphones. The restraints made it hard to move.

“Grunt if you can hear me, toy.”

*Grrrrrrhhhmmmm.”

“Good toy!” Simon yelled.

“There are a few things that we need to talk about.” Simon jumped on the box and straddled the salve head pushing his crotch into its face. He laid his hand on its head petting it. He spoke into the microphone.

“So, I decided that it is now time to let you go.”

The slave was stunned and couldn’t even process what its Master was saying.

“I am going to take you out of here to a far away place and let you go. You will have the opportunity to return to me one day if you so choose to. That is why you are in this box to keep you unaware of your surroundings for your final destination. It will also hold you safely in case of bumps or falls. You are safe my toy.”

Listening to his words made the slave confused, unable to realize what just happened. What was freedom anymore? Was this some cruel joke? A small ember of hope lit inside of its mind wishing to taste the sweetness of freedom.

“During your traveling I want you to stay quiet. Don’t make any noises or movements, understood toy?”

*GRRHHHHMP*

“Very good toy.”

With that he placed the top of the box in place securing the sides plunging the slave into darkness. Securing the top part to the main body of the box. There were two heavy pieces of steel that went from the bottom to the very top of the box the ends of the steel had slits that were feed into anchors on top. Simon produced 2 heavy duty locks and placed them into the anchors locking the pieces of the box together.

Although it was in darkness the slave could make out some light from the left and right side. They were vents allowing fresh air to circulate inside the box. Its eyes were slowly adjusting to the light now almost ready to see the world again.

 Using a dolly, Simon wheeled the box up the stairs and out of the dungeon placing it on the office floor gently. He was out of breath breathing heavy wiping sweat off his brow. Going back downstairs he looked around the room with the cell. In preparations for the move, he had already moved the furniture out and gear that was left remaining. The final items were the garbage and toiletries left in the bathroom. Using his duffel bag, he grabbed the last items and turned off the lights closing the door behind him. A strange sensation of relief and sadness swept over him as this chapter closed. Once upstairs he hid the bag under his desk and closed the hidden door leading to the basement. After 7 years, no one had suspected or investigated Simon or the office where Matt had been held captive. The filing cabinet was replaced as the office looked normal again with the exception of the large wooden box containing his slave. Sitting down at this desk he started on some paperwork finalizing some new hires. Before loading his slave up, he wanted to catch his breath and stop sweating to lower suspicion. Every now and then he looked up at the box and grinned laughing under his breath at how much fun he had had over the years with the toy.

Inside the box it was surprisingly comfortable even with the limited movement. The incredible restrictions of the box had made it hard as it strained inside the cage leaking precum all over its stretched-out balls. It had managed to open its eyes completely now without much issue. After what seemed like hours. The box was tilted again and it could feel the movement as it was wheeled out of the office. Completely unaware of its surrounding, it had figured that they were in a basement due to the bumps it had felt earlier. A feeling of weightlessness and a drop was felt. The restraints inside the box did its job holding the slave in place completely secured and unphased by the movement. It couldn’t help but wonder what was happening out there.

“Whew! That’s one heavy box you got there, Mr. K. What do you got in there?” Ask rick his employee as he slid the box further into the back of Simons Large white pick-up truck.

“Oh, well if you promise to not say anything I’ll tell you!” Simon said nervously.

“It’s a deal.” Said rick.

Pulling a rectangular box out of the pickup truck he handed the wooden crate to Rick. Looking at the box, Rick slid the top off to expose a very expensive bottle of tequila.

“Woah! You got some of the good stuff!” Rick yelled in excitement.

“SSSHHHHHHHHHhhhhh, Lower your voice! One of our clients ordered some for a party and I’m delivering it today. I got some extra bottles too. You can have this one but on one condition.” Simon said looking into Ricks eyes pointing his finger at him. ‘

“You don’t mention this to anyone that I have this big box of tequila. Cause if you do then people will start bothering me for a bottle!” Laughing and patting rick on his arm to ease the tension.

“Oh man you got it! My lips are sealed! Thank you so much for this.” Rick was enamored with the bottle completely forgetting about the box holding a person inside Simon’s truck.

Rick walked away, Simon jumped inside the truck and secured the box down with straps. The outside of the truck was completely covered so he was able to transport it without anyone seeing inside. He locked the truck up and went back inside. Leaving for the day early Simon started his truck and pulled out of the restaurant now heading home.

The slave was completely unaware of what had transpired outside, with the headboard and the top of the box all sound was distorted. However, based on the vibrations and movement it had guessed that they were in a car moving now as it could feel the car stopping and accelerating like they do at lights. Eventually there was no movement, probably on a freeway. The gag that was strapped onto the slave face almost complete sealed the mouth except for the hole that Master’s cock went through. It had learned to stick its tongue inside the silicon hole plugging it up so it could suck on the tube like a pacifier. With its front teeth missing the tube slid in and out rhythmically with each suckling. This ritual had become the only thing it could do to feel comfort while it was stored away. With nothing to do it started to drift into sleep.

Reaching home, Simon opened the garage door and backed into the driveway. Parked, he shuts off the engine and closes the garage doors waiting for it to close completely. Getting out he opens the trunk and removes the straps. Pulling the box to the edge of the truck he gently lowers and drops the box on a pile of carpet scraps that broke the fall. The slave wakes up from the drop but is unharmed. Using a dolly, he straps the box and brings his slave inside. This time he had an electrical dolly helping him bring the box upstairs into the Master bedroom. The bedroom was much larger than the room in the dungeon. He stopped at the entrance to his walk-in closet. Turning on the lights the back wall was covered in floor to wall shelving unit. Clicking on the bottom dresser the shelves swung out revealing a hidden room. Unloading the box he took the dolly to the garage and locked the door, heading back upstairs. He was sweating a lot now from the move. Entering the closet, he turns the box around and places it onto a stand that had wheels under it.

*Click*

“Hey toy, how are you holding up in there?” Simon spoke into his mic.

*Grrrruummpp.” Replied the slave.

“Very good. We are almost done. Just a bit longer.” Simon said then turned off the mic.

 Unlocking the heavy duty padlocks he removes the lid revealing his toy nestled in its box waiting patiently. He removes the front cover and the back lower cover that reveals its hole. Simon had forgotten to replace the plug. He grabbed a vibrator and lubed up its hole. Sliding the plug in the tip hits its prostate sending blood rushing into its dick leaking more precum. The slave moans, Simon watching its dick throb and jump up and down within its cage made him very happy. He played with its nipples pulling on the large rings making it moan louder like a good slut. For first time in Years Simon removed the chastity cage. Almost instantly its dick grew hard throbbing enjoying its freedom after years of neglect. The slave was trained to cum from prostate massages as well as placing a vibrating wand on its cage. However, it was never released from its cage or allowed to cum from its cock like a man. Simon removed the hood. The slave had its eyes closed and slowly opened them up adjusting to the light. Seeing for the first time its was in a new location. Everything was different. Looking up at Simon after so long, it noticed Simon’s growing number of gray hairs. He had on a light blue dress shirt that hugged his body outlining a tank top underneath. His rugged 5 o’clock shadow and chiseled jawline. He had a beer belly, but his arms were still muscled. The black dress pants outlined his large Greek cock bulging ready to cum. He rolled his sleeves up and took his tie off unbuttoning his dress shirt. Next, he removed his dress pants showing his thick cock ready to bust out. Looking more like a businessman then a restaurant owner. Sitting down in front of the slave Simon start stroking his slaves dick watching it throb at his touch as he barely put in any effort. Squirting some lube into his hand he continued to stroke its dick as each touch sent the slave into euphoria. Watching it moan Simon spoke.

“Today is a very special day! As you noticed you are no longer in the dungeon, this is going to be your new home!”

Breathing heavy, the slave looked around the room padded and filled with toys, gear, everything that was there in the dungeon and new stuff too. His words were heard but the pleasure it felt made it hard to concentrate on them.

“Also, that Box that you are in right now. That will become your new cell.” Simon grinned wickedly.

The thought of living in such a confined space sent chills all over the slave’s body. But what about earlier? “Didn’t you say you were going to let me go?!” thought the toy.

“Oh, by the way. Before I did tell you that I was going to let you go. That was a lie, I made it very clear in the beginning that you would never leave this place a free man again and I meant it.”

The faint dimmer of hope in its heart faded. It’s welled up with tears from both the exquisite pleasure and the devastating words spoken to it by its Master.

“I only said that so you would stay complacent in your box while you were transported here. To be honest if you had screamed loud enough someone probably would have heard you.” Simon laughed. He looked up at its face smiling.

“Oh, did you actually believe me? Did you think for a moment in that dumb faggot mind of yours that you were going to be released? That I would have some sympathy for you?” Shaking his head in disbelief laughing at its foolishness.

“You will never be freed; you are mine for life and this your journey has just begun! I made this box just for you, it took me a year to make the design and put the pieces together. It turned out wonderful. Now you look like a proper toy strapped inside its box like a collector’s edition. Never to be opened.” Gripping its dick harder and increasing speed milking its cock.

Letting out a loud scream it shot out ropes of cum thick and creamy from the years spent pent up. The feeling of release was almost traumatic from how intense the orgasm was. Its eyes rolled back barely keeping conscious. Simon had caught the load in a small glass bowl. Letting it reel in from its release he poured the cum into a syringe and stuck it into the gag, recycling its cum back into it.

“Are you still with me, toy?”

It groaned and moaned into the gag.

“Good, I have something to show you.”

Simon wiped his hands and grabbed some papers from the side of him. Producing a legal document, he held it in front of his slave.

“My divorce is finally official! It was a bit messy, but she kept the house and kids and I got to keep my money and restaurant. It’s going to be a transition but Its going to be well worth it, I think.” He smiled at the slave.

“Also, I have a new Manager for the restaurant who is going to take over most of my responsibilities from now on so I am now into my semi-retirement! Isn’t that great slave!”

The slave grunted and moaned.

“We are going to be spending much more time together now. Your training will become more intense, but I promise that it is all in your benefit. You are going to go deeper into your ownership as we fortify our bound as Master and slave.”

“Oh, also I have something else.” He grabbed another sheet of paper, putting it in front of the slave.

“Look its your death certificate!”

The slaves’ eyes widen with disbelief as it read the document. After it came it was overcome with post-nut clarity.

“This took me a long time to convince your parents to do this you know. They actually believed that you would be coming back!” chuckling at himself.

“But eventually you never did, and they filed to legally declare you dead. After so many years it finally happened, I got away with keeping you as my toy and now no one will ever look for you again. Matt is dead now, only toy is left.”

Complete darkness. The last remaining ember of hope inside the slave was snuffed out. For the first time in years, it had some hope. He made it feel hope again just to cruelly rip it away. Its mind was broken.

Simon stood up and removed his underwear, sticking his hard cock inside the gag. Removing the headboard he violently begun to face fuck the slave pushing its head back and forth onto his cock. They both looked into each other’s eyes. Simon’s eyes showed with a glint of happiness and the slave dark with despair. It took his cock obediently and swallowed his load instinctively. Simon pulled out and wrapped a condom over the slave dick and then attached a vibrating wand. He left it alone in the box for hours letting the wand milk its dick collecting each load into the condom that would eventually be recycled back into the slave once it was done. Simon and come and gone periodically watching it moan and groan as the wand relentlessly milked its dick. During which he had framed both the divorce papers and the death certificate on the wall in front of the slave.

“I wonder how much more should I torture it with the wand?” Thought Simon. Laughing as he closed the door behind it.

********** 1 Week Later *********

Sitting on the edge of the bed watching the morning news on the T.V., Simon had his feet up on the slave’s box as it worshipped, smelled and licked his feet obediently.

*Ding dong*

The front doorbell rang. He got up and regagged the slave. It had been blind and deaf now for a few days. Simon didn’t need it, so he just left it like that until something changed.

He grabbed his robe, put on his slippers and made way to the front door.

Opening the door.

“Hello, my name is Detective Peralta and I am with the Denver police department. Are you Simon?”

Calmly he answered.

“Yes, my name is Simon, how may I help you today, Detective?”

“I am investigating a missing person case from a few years ago and wanted to ask you some follow up questions if you don’t mind?”

Simon knew that this may happen one day but not today.

What to do? He thought.

 

THE END 

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Authors note; this will mark the end of this series. I have some plans on continuing this story with a new storyline, perhaps in the future. However, as of now there are no plans on continuing this story. If you want to read more or have questions, please feel free to contact me. Hope you enjoyed.

In Canada, the province of Alberta is the best place to experience traditional cowboy lifestyle. The Calgary Stampede welcomes more than a million visitors each year. Certain ranches offer accommodation, tours and sometimes opportunities to help. Bruce is a cowboy who works at Douglas Lake Ranch. With a cattle herd of approximately 20,000, it is the largest privately held cattle ranch in Canada and one of the largest in North America. In 2024, Alberta still has more cattle than people. It’s at Douglas Lake Ranch that Bruce, 33, will meet Michael, his new assistant who just turned 18.

Bruce regularly rides his horse to steer the cattle towards the indigenous blue bunch wheatgrass fields. He is 6-foot tall, weighs 194 pounds, and sports a large hairy peachy ass. He never had a girlfriend and likes to fuck guys who are younger than him. As for Michael, he is a high school drop-out, and being a ranch assistant is his first job. Very shy and introverted, he is not only a virgin, but has never seen a naked man or woman. He doesn’t know it yet, but his cut dick is way bigger than most guys. Michael has a tight faded blues jeans fetish ever since he wore a pair of Wranglers.

Bruce and Michael have to bring the bales of hay and straw into the barn. While carrying them, Michael touches Bruce’s plump buttocks. The first and second time, Bruce tells himself it is just an accident, but after a third and fourth time, he smiles and asks: “Grubbing my ass like that makes me feel that my plump loaves fascinate you. Am I wrong?” Michael blushes and stutters an excuse: “It’s just that we work in a small space. Can I ask you a question?”

“Go ahead.”

“How come your jeans are much tighter than mine?”

“I’ve had them for a couple of years and they have shrunk through wash and dry. Plus, my ass is way bigger than yours. It seems, however, that your Wranglers sport a huge bulge. How big is your dick?”

“Um, uh, I never measured it or compared my penis with another guy.”

“I call what we have between our legs a dick, a cock, a rod. Penis is for doctors and we are two guys proud of our one-eye trouser snake.”

“First time I hear that expression. It’s sexy. I mean, it’s original. I guess we should get back to work if we want to finish before dinner.”

On that note, Bruce smiles and Michael blushes. The cook serves them T-bone steak grilled on the barbecue, baked potatoes, carrots and Molson Canadian beer. From now on, as it is summer time, our two cowboys will sleep in a cabin near Douglas Lake, in a secluded cool area. They will share a twin-size bed. Bruce is the first one to take a shower, and when he comes out of the bathroom, completely naked, Michael is taken aback by the size of the hairy ass that struts by him. He rushes to shower and comes back with a towel around his waist. Bruce his lying on his stomach, offering a fuckin hot view of his arse. When Michael starts to cover himself with pajamas, Bruce tells him to drop them and join him naked as a worm. That’s when he sees his co-worker’s hard-on and says:

“I won’t beat around the bush, so to speak. I know you dream of fooling around with my hairy caboose. Go ahead, it’s all yours, rim me like never before.”

“Um, uh, I’ve never done this. I’m… well… I’m still a virgin. What does the word rim mean?”

“Stick you tongue in my hole, suck it. That’s what many guys like us do.”

“I thought gay men enjoy sucking a penis, a cock, I mean.”

“They do. I will suck you; we can even suck each other at the same time; it’s called 69.”

“I don’t know where to start. Can you guide me?”

“Of course. Turn around and put your ass in my face.” No sooner said than done. Bruce sticks his tongue up Michael’s little ass and makes him moan with pleasure.

“Now, you turn around and put your ass in my face”, says Michael who is a quick learner. He kisses, licks, slaps and tongue-twists his way inside the begging furry hemisphere.

“For a novice, I have to say that you are a real pro. Do you now want us to suck each other?”

“I’m so excited. I think I will cum quickly. This is way better than masturbation.”

“Try to hold back. I’ve sucked lots of guys, but you’re the first one with the biggest cock and I want to enjoy it.” Michael sucks a dick for the first time and manages to hold his volcano eruption for a few minutes. Both explode at the same time, Bruce swallowing all the teenager’s virile juice, Michael choking on the sticky jizz of his first sexual partner.

After such suave sexual prowess, Bruce quickly falls into the arms of Morpheus. Michael, for his part, cannot find sleep because he is still too excited. He relives in his memory every moment of his homosexual experience, the only one that suits him as a cowboy. He suspects that his sexual initiation is far from over. He cannot imagine what the most beautiful, most intoxicating cowboy on earth has in store for him. But for the moment, the only way to get to sleep is to lie down so that his nose inhales the virile aroma of first sexual partner’s butt cheeks.

Bruce is the first one to wake up, feeling a warm breath in his ass crack. He doesn’t dare fart, although the idea crosses his mind. Everything in its time. Bruce goes to the bathroom to urinate and rinse his face. When he returns, Michael is now up and has already put on his clothes. He also pees and rinses his face. The two cowboys then kiss a little awkwardly, and head towards the main ranch building to each eat six pancakes and four sausages. A hard day’s work awaits them. They must join other cowboys to brand new cattle with the symbol of Douglas Lake Ranch.

Despite being tired, Michael can’t wait to eat and suck Bruce. The latter has something else in mind. He wants to get screwed. The two cowboys take a shower together and easily get hard. Once in bed, Bruce goes straight to the point: “You have a big cock, I have a big ass, they are meant to meet.” In front of the inquiring look of his adorable coworker, Michael dots the i’s: “I want you to fuck me hard and deep.” As Bruce has been penetrated by a string of dudes over the past few months, he offers a condom to Michael who has never seen the color of one. He helps him put this protection on his long and rigid rod, lubes both ass and cock, and guides his soon to be lover in pounding him.

Michael quickly takes the grip and romps Bruce in a lustful back-and-forth movement. It doesn’t take long for him to flood the older cowboy’s most divine hole amid moans of manly pleasure. Bruce has a surprise for him. “It’s not over yet. I will almost sit on you face and push back the creamy jizz so that you can fill your mouth – it’s call felching –, and then we French kiss to mix man juice and saliva. I once fucked a priest who called this Holy Communion!”

Two days later, the two cowboys are again in the barn, stacking bales of hay and straw. Michael notices that Bruce has a condom in his right back pocket and doesn’t seem to be in hurry for a shower in the cabin. Michael isn’t so shy anymore and he goes straight for it: “Do you want to get fucked here?” Bruce smiles and replies: “You read my mind, dearest fornicator. I often dream of having sex in the barn, amid the musky aroma of hay, horses and manure. It fuckin arouses me!” Michael holds out his hand and says: “Give me the condom you have in the back pocket of your jeans.

The faded blue denim wrapping the big butt in the manliest way gets Michael 200% horny. He also wants to get ass-fucked. They both get naked, then put back their cowboy boots, spread a blanket on a pile of straw, hug, kiss, and caress before taking turns in eating each other’s ass as a lubricant. Like a stallion in heat, Michael rides his mare, Bruce. He fucks an ass that never stops begging for more pounding. He fills the hole with thick cum that the older cowboy spats or felches out. Bruce uses it to lubricate his pecker and to introduce the young cowboy to the most penetrating gay pleasure. Michael reaches the nirvana of a true Western Canadian cowboy (by my definition, of course). He’s now a follower of the saying “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy”.

Two men now kiss tenderly. Not a word is exchanged, but they both know that romance is in the air. Maybe Douglas Lake Ranch should change its name to Homo on the Ranch[1].

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[1] From TV shows like Bonanza and Gunsmoke to movies like Brokeback Mountain, homosexuality was more common than we thought on the open range. Things aren’t so straight when it comes to the cowboy culture.

ONE

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Riley lifts a cigarette shakily towards his mouth and rests it gently between his chapped lips. He prowls through his pocket and pulls out a small lighter. He protects his interest from the humid seabreeze with his cupped hand. The wind is persistent, and protests the flame as best as it can. He pulls the cigarette from his mouth and blows smoke downwind. “Don’t ever take up smoking, now, Scott.” His voice has a particular cadence to it that almost sweetens his words in my ears. “You’d reckon you wouldn’t dare like the taste, until someday you find the taste is all you do like.” 

He reminds me, just how my aunt used to do the same. While I inhaled the bitter, stale smoke on her back porch during sticky summer nights. She would interrupt seemingly never-ending conversations with my ma just to tell my sister and I that smoking wouldn’t do us any good. “It’s expensive, and so bad for you,” she would mutter. Back then, the smoke never seemed to get to her, but as she aged, her voice became more broken and harsh. Her eyes; they seemed to fall lower than her brothers’ and sisters’. Out of my sister and I, only one of us really listened.

I sit quietly in a plastic chair watching the waves crash into the beach, all poorly illuminated by pollution from high-rise condos and resorts which line the beach like a broken wall. Riley turns towards me, the wind pushes his dirty blond curls back over his ears. He pulls his cigarette from his lips and taps the ash away on the cold, metal railing. His young face doesn’t reflect the years bludgeoned through his forest green eyes, burnt brown around the iris by a yet fervent flame in his soul. 

Riley rests his wrist across his knee. The wind sweeps tiny embers from his fingertips, taunting him to finish his light before it does. He brings his hand slowly back to his face. He stares thoughtfully at his fingers, his gaze softens as he slumps down into his chair.

“I’m pretty tired,” I grumble. 

Riley perks up a bit, and then his shoulders slouch back to where they were. He checks his watch. “It’s barely ten.” 

I look at him. His face has gotten plenty of sun over the last few days. “Damn.” My voice trails slightly. 

I look down the beach, where flashlights flicker on the sand. Riley snubs the rest of his cigarette on the railing and stands. He stretches, slowly swaying while he grabs each elbow. He removes his shirt and walks inside. 

I sit in silence for a moment. I slouch and stack my chin on my arm, which I use as a cushion over the hard railing. Right before I stand, Riley returns. I look over my shoulder and up at him. He has a beer and a fresh cigarette trapped between his fingers. He runs his fingertips gently across my upper back, wrinkling the fabric of my shirt.

“Where’s everyone else still?” I ask.

“Probably out. Not sure but, not complaining about the quiet.”

“It’s nice,” I concur, my voice muffled from the weight on my chin. 

I hear the flick of his lighter behind me, and soon enough smoke fills my nose again. 

“You thought it through, yet?” Riley sits back in his chair and looks out over the beach.

“I’ve tried, but it’s a lot to consider for me. I don’t know if I want to commit to something like this.”

“What could help you?”

“Meeting more than half of the guys, maybe,” I mutter, half-joking. 

“You got the chance tomorrow.”

“What are we doing?” I perk up a bit, and my mind explodes with different scenarios.

“Giving you and some of the other PNMs a tour of our house. Some preliminary shit, too. Wasn’t supposed to tell you, but I think you’re probably the best bet to get in right now. You just gotta prove some other things.”

“Like what?”

“That– well, that I can’t tell you.”

The door to the balcony opens, and Michael walks out. 

“Hey, boys,” he smiles. He takes the chair next to me and sprawls out, resting his feet on the railing next to my hands. 

Mike and Riley are extremely close with each other. It’s rare to find them apart for more than a few minutes, but it seems Riley has been spending more one-on-one time with me than he had any time the rest of the summer. 

Mike and Riley both have green eyes, but Mike’s have a tinge of blue in them. He has short, curly red hair that swoops down over the top of his forehead. It’s trimmed tightly on the side, but he likes to keep it longer in the back. He doesn’t call it a mullet, and despises those who do, but it certainly is one. He rests his hand on his bare chest, also covered in a coat of red fuzz which thickens around the sternum and through the middle of his abs. He’s lean, well-sculpted. His muscular frame balances his softer face, but his raspy, deep voice commands any room he enters.

“Cig?” Riley offers him the box.

He waves them off and closes his eyes. 

“Where’s everyone else?”

“They’re,” Mike purses his lips. “They’re on the way up– they should be.” 

“I was thinking about telling Scottie about what we’re doing tomorrow.” Riley nudges Mike. His voice imposes more of a suggestion than a thought. 

“Nah.”
“Don’t you thin–”

“Nah,” Mike repeats, firmly.

“He gets to see it when the other boys do.”

Mike is on exec. He pretty much controls everything to do with new members and the pledging process. The few exec members I’ve gotten to meet are adamant not to call it a frat. They’ve preferred to say that it’s an athletic coalition, but it functions the exact same as a frat.

I make eye contact with him, and he reaches over to me. He rests his forearm on the nape of my neck and squeezes my left shoulder. 

“You still gotta prove yourself,” he states. 

“I can,” I reply confidently. 

Mike raises an eyebrow. He caresses his chest with his fingertips and gazes off over the balcony. “Give me a sec.” He stands and walks back inside.

Riley looks at me and then to the door. He snubs his cigarette on the railing and then drops it over. He walks inside. I hear the deadbolt latch. I grab the doorknob, shake it, but it doesn’t budge. 

“Come on, bruh,” I groan. I can hear furniture moving inside, but I get no response. One of them draws the blinds before I even thought about peering through. 

Maybe five minutes later, Mike opens the door again. He removes his nose ring and I walk in. A dozen men piled into the room, most of which are standing against the back wall or leaning on the kitchen counter while their eyes track me obsessively. On the floor are two mattresses shoved together where the coffee table had been, and Mike takes position on the one further from me. He hands his nose stud to one of his brothers, and pulls his shorts off. He gestures for me to do the same. 

“You wanted to prove yourself?” He seems to announce this to everyone, but his eyes pierce mine.

I swallow hard. We’re both wrestlers, but he’s several inches taller than me, and at least twenty pounds heavier. He gestures at my shorts again. I slide them down and step onto the mattress. 

“Here’s your chance.” 

Some of the boys holler, but within my own mind, everything almost seems fuzzied.

“Submission match. No pins, first to tap or first to pass loses.” Mike raises an eyebrow, daring me to step forward and take the first move. I don’t, but he finds a way to take advantage of that. Mike lunges at me, and before I can think, I slip out of the way, and push my hand hard down into his back to stay standing. He lands on his stomach with his head hanging off of the edge of the mattress, but pops back to his feet quickly. My heart knocks at my chest. His eyes blaze, and he bears his teeth like he wasn’t human. It was time for me to lock in, maybe reconsider my surroundings. For everyone who stood around me was faceless, meaningless while Mike had become my adversary. 

Take away his humanity. I murmur to myself and let my lips reflect that for the split second I have before Mike chases me again. I swallow the thick air in the room, and when Mike’s hands make contact with my shoulders, I push back. I lock my own hands onto his shoulders, pressing my thumbs sharply into his collarbones. I lose ground against him, though. He’s too big for me to win squarely. At least two weight classes above those I’m used to wrestling. And I don’t have experience with college wrestlers either, so the double disadvantage I own presents itself pretty quickly. Mike leans his weight into me, and the mattresses begin to slide apart, but before I can counter, he has his muscular arm snaked behind my knee. He lifts me into the air and slams me down on a mattress while I grab at his back. The impact with the mattress brings me back to reality, and the group of men scramble a mess of expletives and exclamations. 

Mike sprawls himself out over me and he presses his elbow into my Adam’s apple. I begin to feel like his objective wasn’t to let me prove myself, as his aggression seems to bear the crushing weight of humiliation. His chest smothers me while he adjusts and rises into a riding position, maintaining an undeniable control over my own muscular body. I kick and thrash like a child, inexplicably ignoring all the years of training that had taken me through several state champion-capped runs in high school. He smears his body all over mine, grabbing and probing relentlessly for a space to end our match as soon as he demanded it start. 

While he occupied himself with my body, I latched onto his massive thigh and began to pry at his control. I separate his legs enough with my own and my arms to slither out from under him while he tries to lock his own arms around my neck. I grab his neck and dig my fingers deep into either side. He pulls away quickly and I rise to my feet. Mike rubs his neck and cocks it. 

“Dirty,” he growls.

I don’t wait for him to make the next move, this time. I meet him in the chest and push him back hard, securing my shoulder in his ribcage and lifting him from his calves. He grunts while I lift him. I contemplate using the same move as he did on me, but I need a clean advantage– I can’t leave any space for him to get free. I hold him over my shoulders, and he continues to grab at my chest, wrapping his arms around mine. I let one of my arms loose and flip him down to the mat, using my experience to slither between his limbs and flip him onto his stomach while I fold his arms against his shredded back. I use my free hand to press his head into the ground, which elicits a wave of hollers from the surrounding men.

Below me, Mike grunts and squirms. His muscles glisten under the fluorescent lights while beads of sweat begin to dot his hair. He thrashes his legs like a bull, just enough to get my body unsteady. Mike reaches around and paws at my head, orienting himself on his side before snapping out from under my slippery body. My legs squeeze Mike’s belly, but he’s too strong to keep down. He fights to rise to his knees, and he does so successfully. He launches me off of his muscular back and I land on my side on one of the mattresses. He springs into action immediately, securing one of his massive arms between my legs. He anchors his arm around the inside of my thigh and flips me onto my back and forces my legs up into the air. He presses his kneecap into the side of my face and huffs deeply while his fingers trace the waistband of my underwear. He exposes my muscular ass and cheering follows immediately. I reach around to cover myself, but Mike knew exactly what I would do.

After what seems like several hours, really only seconds of torture, Mike flips me almost effortlessly onto my back. He stands on top of me, burying his foot right into my stomach. I grunt loudly and try to shake him loose by shimmying my sweaty body under his weight. He places his other foot on my neck and begins to apply pressure. 

He flexes his biceps and pushes my face down into the mat by shifting his weight over to my neck. He bathes in his success momentarily, and slides back down on top of me until he’s straddling my lower back. 

“Give in.” 

I try to push up off of the floor in rebellion. In response, Mike puts his weight down on me, driving his arm into my upper back until I collapse back to the ground.

“Give in,” Mike taunts. His hot breath makes the hair on the back of my neck stand. “It’d be better for you.” 

He controls my body in a way only a few had done before. It seems so easy for him, effortless. My mind flashes back to a recollection of less than a handful of times when my opponents had done the same. In front of my friends and family, it was humiliating. But, now, in front of complete strangers whom I need to prove myself to, I feel almost dehumanized. He seems to be having fun, too, almost playing with me and teasing me. His body language practically begs me to fight back again, just so he can humiliate me again.

“Guess not,” he grumbles, reaching around my neck and fastening his arm securely against my throat. He applies pressure slowly at first, calculating my reaction. I struggle for breath, laboring with each one. My head feels fuzzy and so does the world around me. I grab his meaty forearm with my hands, but my grip loosens and my arms fall to the ground while the world around me turns into night.

I rouse a few moments later alone on the mattress. 

“I got dogs stronger than you, Scott.” Mike waves my underwear while I look up at him. Sweat beads on my forehead and my eyes sting. I huff, and push myself up to my knees, covering myself with my right hand to salvage my dignity.

“Give ‘em back.”

I choose to ignore Mike’s comment, but I’d always been too vengeful a person to let any dig at me slide completely.

“These–,” he holds my underwear by the waistband and shakes them in front of my face, “are proof you aren’t ready.”

“You’re like fifty pounds heavier than me, how is that fair?”

“You said you wanted to prove yourself, did you not?” Mike raises an eyebrow and looks around for approval. His jury of brothers nod proudly.

“That’s bullshit,” I pipe, “that’s just not even fair, bro.”

“Why would it be fair? You’re not one of us.” He backs into his group of men and gestures at them.

I couldn’t have been any smaller, more othered by people whose names I didn’t even know. But they all knew mine, and they know it well. With my hand still begging for respect. It stings, more than I could have imagined, too. Nothing which comes to mind is enough to warrant a response, for I feel they would laugh and ridicule me, and after they might do it behind my back.

Is this what true humiliation feels like? My eyes flick almost involuntarily to Riley. He’s staring directly at me, but doesn’t say anything. My face boils with anger, but I don’t even know if I have any grounds for it. 

“Asking me to prove myself by putting me in a situation I was going to lose from the start is a dick move.” 

Mike’s faint smile falls. “Why’s that?” He approaches me and pushes his chest into mine like a mule. 

I lower my head slightly. I breathe in, out. I’m plenty strong, just not here in front of these other judgmental men. 

“Did you even care what I said?”

“No,” Mike maintains his bravado. He needs approval from his boys, but admittedly so did I. I want to punch him– I want to punch him bad. I know that will only worsen everything else.

I push him in the chest and take a step back myself, and I turn around. Mike replies with one of those wolf whistles, and everyone laughs. I shake my head in disgust, and I run at him and tackle him into one of his boys. I smother him under my weight while the other men watch the spectacle. I move quickly to keep him disoriented enough so he can’t use his formidable body fully against me. I tear his underwear off of his massive glutes and stand up, wiping a string of drool from my mouth. 

Mike pops up fast, angry albeit less cocky. Cheers erupt, and although it wasn’t submission, I got the job done. 

“Cheap,” he huffs.

“I thought you didn’t care about what was fair?” 

Mike was struck speechless for a moment. “You’re gonna get it now, bud.”

He starts across the room again, but one of his brothers pulls him back. “Simmer,” his friend mumbles firmly. 

“I think I proved myself,” I pant, yet I stand triumphantly for my small accomplishment. 

Riley nods slowly while Mike wiped his lips and lowered his chin in an all-but-happy way. 

After the raucous atmosphere calmed, I go to my room and grab a new pair of underwear. The boys make admittedly great company, though more than half of what they say are barks of advice and orders, the other portion are useless comments about who they think they’ll end up with out of the many women they have caressed unfairly with their eyes.

They make great ceremony and matter out of simple things. They mock and jeer others for not being too drunk to stand or speak right. The ones I’ve met are nevertheless a fun group. They mock everything serious, too. Even over the last few days that has landed them in a bit of trouble, but it’s fun trouble.

Chapter Four

My Babyfaced Stud had become my Bitch on the wrestling mats.  Now, he was sprawled out before me, sweaty and naked.  Kyle’s 7.5” cut cock betrayed his supposed straightness.  It was hard as a rock, rising across his lower belly.  Pre-cum leaked into his navel.  I moved next to his muscled body and he slowly, obediently, rose onto his knees before me.  I nodded my head and he placed his hands on the sides of my bright red Speedo and tugged my gear down.  The wet mushroom head of my 8” cock had poked above my waistband during our match.  Kyle’s eyes widened as the rest of my shaft and smooth balls were unveiled.

The kid leaned in full of lust and nuzzled his face against my brown pubes and balls.  He deeply inhaled my alpha scent and stared up at my hairy abs and pecs with his aquamarine eyes.  I nodded again.  It was an unspoken order but he got it.  He extended his tongue and bathed my nuts with his warm saliva.  Then he licked up my thick shaft to my slit.  He never took his eyes off me as he opened his mouth and swallowed my cock head.  “Ohhhh, fuckkkkkkkk baby,” I sighed.  His tongue twirled around my v-spot sending jolts of arousal throughout my muscled frame.  “Take all of it,” I insisted.  He complied, taking my head and shaft all the way into his throat.  His nose brushed up against my brown pubes.  

I cupped the back of Kyle’s head and began thrusting my hips forward and back, skull-fucking the Babyfaced Bitch.  His right hand pumped his hard cock.  His left hand rested on my right hip bone.  My hands moved to his curly brown locks and began to use them to yank his face forward over and over again.  He was good at cock-sucking.  There were no gagging sounds as he suctioned in my pulsing member.

After several minutes of dominating his throat, I felt my load rising.  I wasn’t going to last much longer.  I pulled out and shoved him onto his back.  The fire in the stone hearth was still crackling and sweat poured down my forehead and 46” chest.  He looked up at me—again with those pleading aquamarine eyes.  He wanted more of me and I was determined to give it to him.  If he was really undefeated in that underground wrestling league, maybe the kid was a virgin.  But I doubted it.  He was more than a little bi-curious.   His superb cock-sucking skills showed he was anything but an amateur.  

As the kid lay on his back before me, I ordered him to play with his nipples.  “Get them hard, Bitch!” I said.  He pinched both his nips and began moaning.  His muscled body writhed below me.  His cut cock twitched on his abs and dripped more pre-cum.  I copied him by rubbing my hairy pecs and clawing at my pink nipples.  The sight of his hard nipples was hot as fuck.  Pre-cum formed in the slit of my cock head.

I knelt then grabbed his calves and rolled him up and over.  The Babyfaced Bitch’s pink hole appeared before me.  His crack was lined with a dusting of dark brown hair.  Holding onto his legs and slightly spreading them, I leaned in and tongued his outer ring.  He was still playing with his hard nipples.  His moans became louder and needier.  I kept up my rimming, pushing my foraging tongue ever deeper.

I paused to insert my right index finger followed by a second finger.  My invasion caused him to whimper.  Then when my fingers grazed his gland, Kyle pleaded, “Please…please fuck me.  Get inside me.  Fuck me Daddy!”  I smirked at his neediness, dutifully withdrew my fingers and positioned my hard cock at his entrance.  He pulled his hamstrings back giving me better access.  I pushed my swollen head against his pucker.  Soon I was past his outer and inner rings.  My smooth balls came to rest on his ass cheeks.  

I began to pump in and out of his hole, slowly at first then picking up the pace.  WHAP!  “OH!”  WHAP!  “OH!”  WHAP!  “OH!”  His right hand was jerking his hard cock at the same tempo as my thrusts.  “You’re so fucking deep inside me,” Kyle said, adding “I’m close, fuck I’m so close.”  “Don’t cum yet!” I ordered.

Just then I heard the door to the bunkhouse open.  Entering the room was none other than Chef Jack Jones.  The black bodybuilder didn’t look surprised.  He stared at Kyle and me with lust in his dark eyes.  I grinned and went back to pounding the kid’s hole.  I heard the sounds of Jack disrobing.  When I looked back over, there he was, naked.  His smooth ebony-colored muscles were on full display.  He had shaved his pubic area.  His cut cock was fat and long—at least 9”.  It stuck out at a 45 degree angle.

I kept drilling the Babyfaced Bitch.  If anything my cock was harder having seen Jones’s almost perfect body and cock.  He walked over to where I was kneeling and fucking Kyle.  His right hand grasped the base of his dick and positioned his cock head against my lips.  “Go on, Jeff, suck my cock…you know you want it,” he said.  I opened my mouth and swallowed his alpha dick.  I tasted his salty pre-cum then began to bob and slurp on his meat.  He was right.  I had dreamed about sucking Jack’s cock for years.

After I had blown Jack for several minutes, he pulled out his cock and said, “You gonna share the Babyfaced Bitch with me?”  I grinned and withdrew my pulsing cock from Kyle’s stretched hole.  He grunted his disappointment.  I unrolled the kid and prodded him onto his chest, then grabbed his hips and pulled him onto all fours.  I spit into his crack and plunged my throbbing cock back into his hole.

Jones went around to Kyle’s front.  He slapped the kid’s cherubic face with his big black cock, sprinkling some pre-cum on his cheeks.  Then he rammed his 9” tool into Kyle’s mouth and throat.  I began to pound the Babyfaced Bitch harder and harder, and he grunted around the huge piece of meat buried in his throat.  WHAP!  “Nngghh!!”  WHAP!  “Nngghh!!”  WHAP!  “Nngghh!!”  WHAP!  “Nngghh!!”

“Yeah, Bitch, take Chef’s big cock!” Jones ordered.  He too had grabbed Kyle’s brown curls and was yanking his face forward repeatedly.  I reached around the kid’s back and wrapped my right hand around his bouncing cock.  I started stroking him.  It didn’t take long.  Suddenly, I felt hot sticky cum erupt between my fingers.  The Babyfaced Bitch’s body spasmed with his release.  I followed moments later, convulsing as I detonated my big load deep into the Bitch’s hole.  Chef Jones couldn’t hold on, either.  He pulled his cock free of Kyle’s mouth, pumped it twice and shot a massive load on Kyle’s babyface.

As I came down from my release I withdrew my still semi-hard dick from the kid’s hole.  Jones had pressed his cock back inside Kyle’s mouth so he could clean and polish the big black cock.  I moved around to watch the action, putting my right arm around Jack’s waist and pulling him into a passionate kiss.  Then Kyle, without being told what to do, swallowed my 8” cock one more time and slurped until it was clean.

Moments later, we laid on our backs next to each other in front of the fire.  The bunkhouse wreaked of our sweat and cum loads.  It’s rare, I thought, to have two dreams come true in a single day.  One was an old one, dating back to that day I spied Chef Jones, shirtless, chopping wood.  The other was only a day old, after I had first laid eyes on my hunky guide.  He had become our Babyfaced Slut in the bunkhouse.

Finally, I suggested the three of us take shower.  Jack rose first and both Kyle and I could see he had recharged.  His semi-hard black cock swayed right and left.  Kyle grinned at me and got to his feet.  He grasped Jack’s fat shaft and began leading him towards the communal bathroom.  I decided to give the two hunks a few minutes head start.  I was sure I’d find the Babyfaced Slut on his knees worshipping the ebony bodybuilder and servicing his big black tool.  I was hoping we’d go another round with each other.

*     *     *     *     *

Early the next morning, Kyle and I walked over to the empty dining hall.  Just after sitting down, Chef Jones came through the kitchen door.  “Studs!” he exclaimed, adding, “Slept better last night than I have all season.” 

He put his big right hand on my shoulder.  “I’ve been thinking, Jeff.  You really have to come out to Palm Springs this winter.  Spend some time with me.  Maybe Kyle here could come too.”  

“I’d love that, Jack,” I replied and put my hand on top of his.

Kyle said, “Count me in!  Maybe we’ll get Chef to wrestle us for top.  Kind of a 2 on 1.”  He winked at me and showed off his dimple again.

“Oh, Kyle, we did our 2 on 1 last night.  Twice in fact.” Jones said with a grin, “Once by the fireplace and again in the shower stall.  Jeff was kind enough to let me plow your slutty hole that second time.”

“Yeah,” the Babyfaced Slut chuckled, “I’m still feeling it.  Believe me.”

(The End.)

Ian was early—as usual—so he decided to have a cigarette first, but it somewhat backfired because, with nicotine now coursing through his veins, that beast he’d been nursing inside him for the past five days was more restless than ever, and for its release there was but one vessel—the one that was in turn beginning to rear its head against the fly of Ian’s jeans.

With a flick of the wrist he jettisoned the half-smoked cigarette onto the pavement, under the scornful eye of the hotel’s doorman, and texted to say he was here. The reply from “SuckMaster82” came within a minute or so, but it already felt like an eternity to Ian. As he headed in, he smiled at the same scornful doorman who now let him in.

Ian was alone in the elevator when he rode up, which was when he realized he was sporting a raging hard-on, which meant he was in big trouble, and the prospect quite frankly excited him to no end.

After walking down two corridors and rounding two corners, Ian finally found Room 1721, whose door was unlocked and cracked open. Having made sure there was no one around, he pushed the door and slipped it.

The room was dimly lit and Ian couldn’t see much in the doorway, but “SuckMaster82” must’ve heard him come in. He always wanted Ian to take a shower first, as if to build up the anticipation. Ian presumed correctly that the bathroom was the closed door to the right of the entrance. Some toiletries were laid out neatly—nothing idiosyncratic, just generic big-brand toothpaste, face wash and whatnot. Hastily, he stripped down naked and came face to face with his upturned erection, defiant because it had been deprived, although he successfully resisted the urge to touch it—that was someone else’s job tonight.

Ian splashed some water on himself haphazardly, toweled off, and stepped back out, letting his hard cock guide him, towards the bed where “SuckMaster82” was already sprawled out on his stomach. He was a big one, at least six-foot-one or -two, and completely nude except for the hood over his head that exposed only his mouth—Ian’s destination for the evening, and where he now rubbed the tip of his vermilion cock head gently against the pair of anonymous lips.

“Did you miss this dick, hm?”

A tongue darted out and tickled Ian’s frenulum, making Ian’s knees go weak.

“I know you missed this mouth, though.”

There, the man proceeded to lick the underside of Ian’s tool from base to tip, then back again, before enveloping his unforgivably plump nut sac in the warmth of his mouth.

“Oh my god…” Ian’s eyes rolled back as he groaned.

“Fuck, your balls are so full,” SuckMaster82 remarked, “When was the last time you came?”

“Like, five days ago?” Ian confessed.

Even though he had never seen Ian’s cock, the man had been around it enough times to know that, even at full mast, Ian’s foreskin clung on obstinately. As such, he reached out, and peeled back the sheath of brown skin to reveal the glossy rim of Ian’s dome.

“Get that mouth around that dick, come on…”

However, his urging seemed to have fallen on very deaf ears, as the man proceeded to stroke Ian instead.

“What if I just jerk you off instead, hm?”

Ian’s cock ran just about the length of the man’s meaty fist, and he was making quick work of Ian, so that he felt the sweet pressure to blow his load rapidly sneak up on him, due in no small part to the fact that he had held out for so long.

Prying the man’s hand off his cock, Ian reprimanded him, but sounded more like a child: “No, don’t use your hand!” Prodding the man’s lips with his impatient boner and trying to coax him to open up, Ian renewed his plea: “Suck my dick…”

“I wanna taste your precum first.” The man was in no apparent hurry, which was getting on Ian’s nerves. He continued: “Make yourself precum and feed it to me.”

“If I do that will you suck me?” Ian hated that he even had to ask—to negotiate, but grudgingly and carefully began to jerk himself off, rubbing his foreskin back and forth over the sensitive ridge of his mushroom head, until a droplet of precum finally seeped out.

“Maybe…” The man replied.

“Here you go, taste my precum…”

SuckMaster82’s tongue flicked out once more. Upon tasting the evidence of Ian’s arousal, he made a sort of satisfied groan and, without a warning, throated Ian to the hilt, and did it again, and again, making obscene slurping and gurgling noises at that.

“Ugh… god… fuck…” Ian grunted incoherently and, teetering dangerously on the edge, pulled away just in time.

“Oh you gotta slow down,” Ian warned, panting.

“You close already?” The man asked, and Ian imagined him frowning beneath his hood.

“Let me fuck your mouth a little bit.”

Holding SuckMaster82’s head in place, Ian slid himself half-in and half-out of his sloppy mouth hole with tentative small thrusts. It was a pretty picture: Ian, mostly hairless and lithe as a cat, feeding mouthfuls of brown, uncut dick to his beefy sucker; he was in better shape than Ian remembered, and his sculpted buttocks, which were a shade lighter than the rest of him, flexed as he gobbled up Ian’s dick, and it was in that creamy white ass that Ian now pictured himself balls-deep…

“I’m sorry but you’re gonna taste my load now,” Ian pronounced, and then: “Uunngghhh…”

In one, two, three and four almost sheepish twitches, Ian’s five-day backlog of jizz was deposited into SuckMaster82’s wet, warm mouth. Exactly how much he came that night, though, Ian had no way of knowing, because SuckMaster82 gamely swallowed every drop of Ian’s overdue but premature load, with all but a lazy grunt that indicated he might be mildly impressed.

When it was all over, Ian chuckled, “Fuck, I really needed that.”

“I bet,” The man smacked his lips.

Ian knew that was his cue to leave. The man never came in front of Ian. He’d like to imagine him beating his meat with the taste of Ian’s load in his mouth, or maybe some other boy was coming over to feed him another load right after Ian left—he didn’t know, and didn’t care.

The funeral was beautiful and moving. I was torn to pieces so to speak, as the funeral had been for a long time friend and lover. 

Yes friend as I remembered Ted, Theodore McMurry. I remembered him from my growing up years. I recalled how he would sit me on his knees and cuddle me and when no one was looking would kiss me near my ear and whisper to me how pretty I  was and how he loved me. No one knew he did this and I  never told anyone. I loved the attention he gave me and I  loved sitting on him. 

As a youngster I would always feel a hard thing poking my little ass and often I  would move around to feel for it. Sometimes Ted would place his hands on my hips and move me to where he wanted me and then if no one was looking would give me a kiss near my ear and whisper how pretty I  was and that he loved me. I felt special because I  was his favorite.

Now at the graveside, I felt a huge void in my life and I  felt so lost  and I  thought, with whom could I share all the beautiful memories. As his lover, we had so many wonderful times and no one would ever know what a magnificent lover he had been and what a patient teacher he had been. So many memories. 

 The years flashed back. I could only sit on his lap a few more times as I was getting too old. So then he would come up behind me and throw his arms around me and give me a big hug. I would lean into him and again if no one was looking he would kiss me near the ear and whisper to me how pretty I was and that he loved me.

His hands would often sneak up from my waist to cup my breasts and nipples. I loved the way his hands worked my nipples through my T-Shirt or shirt and I  would lean into him harder each time he did this. He was taking his time grooming me for the time he would make me his.

I recalled that special birthday gift. It was a new rod and reel. He gave it with the promise to take me to a new pond that he had leased.  He made an arrangement with my parents to take me fishing and spend the weekend with him at the beginning of Summer and after school let out. I could hardly wait for that time and I  remembered the day he told me about it. We were alone and out of sight of everyone.

“Sweetie”, he said softly. “I have a surprise for you when school let’s out for the Summer.” 

“You do really!” I said looking up at him.

“Yeah!” He said. “You and I are going to spend a weekend together. We’ll go fishing and do some fun stuff.”

“Uncle Ted.” I said as I leaned hard into him. His hands were under my T-Shirt busy with my nipples. I looked deeply into his eyes and said, “OH Uncle Ted, I love you so much and you make me tingle every time you hold me. I can’t wait for school to be out.”

Then out of nowhere came the urge to reach up and kiss him on the lips. It was a quick peck, but a kiss on the lips just the same. He smiled at me and said the he would teach me how to properly kiss and then he bent down and gave me a peck on the lips. The tingling became greater than it had ever been and I felt so in awe of him. I wanted to turn and throw my arms around his neck.

Time dragged on and finally the day came when Ted and I would be alone for the weekend. We fished all day Friday and that night was a night that I  will always remember.  We were sitting on the couch watching a movie, when he said softly to me.

“Stacey, you know that I have always loved you. Much more than the others and I’ve always thought, how pretty you look.” As he moved closer to me. His right arm went around my shoulders as he spoke to me. “I’ve waited for this time to be alone with you to say that, well I would like us to be more than friends. Do you understand what I am trying to say?”

“I think so.” I replied shyly.

“You’re so pretty and I always wanted to put a dress on you and make you my girlfriend. I hope I’m not frightening you. But I just love you so much and I want to make you mine.”

Without saying a word I slid next to him and stared into his eyes as I slowly moved closer to his lips. Our lips met caressing each other, a rather sloppily one but with real love mingled in.

After our brief kiss and still in his arms and looking at him, I said.

“Whatever you want me to do or be, I will do it. I love you so much Uncle Ted. You tell me and I promise to do it. Now I want you to teach me how to kiss. No one will know what you and I do or say.”

He looked lovingly at me and said, “I’ve laid out some things for you to wear tonight in the guest bedroom. It’s your choice to dress in them or not, either way is okay, I promise.”

With great anticipation I walked to the bedroom. My heart skipped a beat as I looked at the pretty things that were laid out. Without hesitation I quickly undressed and slid the pretty pink panties on. My cock became hard as I put on the rest of the clothes. I loved how the petticoats held out the dress. I twirled and grasped the petticoats and dress as they came around. I smiled as I realized  Ted was going to make me his gurl. I walked out to meet him for the first time as a gurl. 

“Wow, you’re more beautiful than I imagined. Come to daddy you sexy thing.” He said almost out of breath. “Come here and let me love you. Part your lips when we kiss and do what I do.”

Our first deep kiss, I will always remember. He took me into his arms and lifted my chin. Our lips met but this time they were open. His tongue searched deep into my mouth and capturing my tongue he sucked on it. Sparks flew from me as the hot flashes soared through me. I was in heaven as we kissed and then I felt a hand go under my dress and work its way toward my hardened cock. My breathing was beginning to be labored. His hand found my tiny cock and at first he rubbed it through the pink panties. But then he moved them and began to milk it.

My emotions were soaring and I wanted more kisses, more of what he was doing. I was moaning and hungry for as much of him as I could get. His hand was working magic bringing me sensations that were new to me. He pushed my petticoats and dress up and then lowered himself to take my cock into his mouth.

His mouth and tongue danced around my cock. As he sucked my cock, I eagerly raised my hips to meet this thrust. I moaned and moaned as he brought me to my first climax. He came up after sucking me dry and kissed me. I tasted my own cum for the first time and I loved it. It was sweet and yet had a bland taste. But I  still loved it.

“Uncle Ted,” I said almost out of breath. “Can I do you? I mean can I play with your cock? I’ve never seen your cock, but I have felt it many times. Please can I?”

“Yes, of course you can, darling.”

As he undid his belt I reached over to unzip him. He smiled at me and lightly kissed me. I eagerly waited to see the cock that so many times would caress my little ass. He stood up to drop his pants and underwear.  Finally his cock stood out proudly

It was lovely, long and round with a beautiful reddish head. I reached out to touch it for the first time. It felt warm and almost moist. Ted sat down as I held on to his cock and without being told I moved to kneel between his legs. I began by kissing the head. My tongue touched a moisture that lay on it. It was sweet tasting and I  began to search for more of the nectar. I put as much of his cock into my mouth as I could without choking. His big cock almost stretched my mouth. But I sucked it and rubbed it along my cheeks kissing it as I  went. I was in love and I knew that I really wanted to be his gurl. 

“I’m getting ready to cum sweetie.” He said, gasping. “Swallow fast and keep swallowing until it all comes out. Oh baby you’re such a natural at this. Oh god yes suck on it, suck all the nectar out. You’re so beautiful, so fucking beautiful. Oh yes, yes that’s it suck baby god yes, yes!!”

He shuddered as his cum hit the back of my throat. I gagged at first but then I began to swallow his seed. It tasted good and I tried my hardest to take it all in. I lay with my head on his stomach looking at his beautiful member that I would grow to love even more each time he was in my mouth.

But the best was yet to come. It happened later that Summer when my parents went to visit our grandparents in Arizona. I begged my parents to let me stay with Uncle Ted since it would have been really crowded in our car. At first they said no but as the day drew closer they relented and said yes that I could stay with him. I called Uncle Ted and said.

“Your Stacey is wanting to come dress for you when her parents go to Arizona. Can she?”

“OH yes she can. She doesn’t have to ever ask. What would she like to do?”

“She wants to fuck daddy. She wants to feel her daddy’s big fat cock inside her ass, I  mean her pussy as I  am supposed to call it. Daddy I think I  am ready to be fucked, will you?” 

“Well if you are sure that is what you want, then yes I will fuck you and really make you my girl. There will be new things for you to wear for that special time.” 

“Okay!” I said and added, “I  better go I hear the car coming up the drive and don’t want to take the chance of being caught talking like this to you. Bye, I love you so much daddy, bye!”

The day came for me to go to Ted’s. Mom and Dad took me there the night before they were to leave. The next day Ted and I did some grass cutting and weeding. After working in the yard, we went in and had a cold drink. Ted said that I could shower in the guest bathroom and that he would lay out some things for me to wear.

Undressing I stepped into the bathtub and started the shower. The cool shower felt good. As I soaped up, I began to wonder what special clothes Ted wanted me to wear. My cock was at attention just thinking about tonight. I was excited and finished my showering quickly but making sure that I was clean.

Just as I was about to open the guest bedroom door Ted hollered out, to come into the master bed first. He told me that he had to prepare me for tonight by giving me three enemas to clean my pussy out. After that he let me go get dressed.

I opened the door and saw the beautiful yellow print dress that was laid out. He had laid the things out as I  cut the grass on the riding mower. Along with the dress was a matching pair of yellow and white bra and panties. Also there was a yellow with pink laced slip. There was also a white garter belt with  hose. Beside the bra there were bra inserts to make my breasts stand out. I dressed slowly giving Ted time for him to shower. I walked out and into the Den, but Ted was still getting dressed. After a bit he showed up. I stood up to greet him. He whistled and took me into his arms and gave me a deep kiss. His hands dropped down to clutch the sides of my pussy. I rubbed up against him feeling his cock as it came alive.

“Hey pretty gurl, what say we go out for a quick burger. Not here in town but let’s go to Wichita where no one will notice us. You can slide over close to me and be my date.”

“OH daddy, that is so naughty, but yes let’s do it. Mmmmm this is going to be such a beautiful time. My daddy and me, out together. Oh how I  love you daddy!”

The trip to Wichita and back was nice and I loved how his hand would go under my dress and touch my cock. Back home now, he let me have my first beer since we would have nearly two weeks together. After the second drink I  began to feel its effect. I sat my beer down and snuggled up against Ted. Ted looked down at me and lifted my chin to give me a deep searching kiss. This led to more kisses and more groupings. I was breathing hard and my cock was twitching like mad. I was on fire when he finally lifted me and carried me to his bedroom. 

He arranged the pillows and had me lay my head on one while he fixed the other two under me. He pushed up my dress and slip and took my panties off. Then I felt him put some gel on and in my pussy. When his finger first went in it sort of felt uncomfortable but it only lasted a bit. Finally I felt him begin to mount me. I felt his hard cock touch the entrance of my pussy. I was panting now and as he began his descent into my pussy, I bit into the pillow because I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him as deep in me as he could get. After what seemed forever, I  began to get in rhythm with him, as he pushed in, I would push up. I was loving every minute of this love making.

A big smile came across my face as I felt his seed fill my pussy. I  knew then that I would be his gurl and that I  would do whatever he asked of me. I asked him not to pull out of me. But nature has its own rules and it slid out on its own. He put a towel under me as I turned over. I reached out to him and drew him in for a long deep kiss.

“OH daddy, I love you so much. You have made me the happiest gurl in the whole wide world. Oh god how I  want to please you. Whatever you ask of me I will do. Daddy my pussy hurts. Will it stop hurting?”

“Yes my darling it will quit, but with each time it gets better and less painful. You have a tight pussy and I  want to keep it that way. So we will wait a day before we fuck again.”

We slept the whole night through and I  woke up with a hand playing with my cock.

“Mmmmm!”  I moaned as I turned over and smiling, I continued. “What a naughty way to wake up but yet a fun way. Shall we have breakfast in bed this morning? We can have our juice first.” We did.

The sound of a car horn brought me back to reality. The reading of the will was to be next and I had to be there. So many times to reflect on his love for me, his gurl.

The pond

   The funeral was beautiful and moving. I was torn to pieces so to speak, as the funeral had been for a long time friend and lover. 

    Yes friend as I remembered Ted, Theodore McMurry. I remembered him from my growing up years. I recalled how he would sit me on his knees and cuddle me and when no one was looking would kiss me near my ear and whisper to me how pretty I  was and how he loved me. No one knew he did this and I  never told anyone. I loved the attention he gave me and I  loved sitting on him. 

   As a youngster I would always feel a hard thing poking my little ass and often I  would move around to feel for it. Sometimes Ted would place his hands on my hips and move me to where he wanted me and then if no one was looking would give me a kiss near my ear and whisper how pretty I  was and that he loved me. I felt special because I  was his favorite.

   Now at the graveside, I felt a huge void in my life and I  felt so lost  and I  thought, with whom could I share all the beautiful memories. As his lover, we had so many wonderful times and no one would ever know what a magnificent lover he had been and what a patient teacher he had been. So many memories. 

     The years flashed back. I could only sit on his lap a few more times as I was getting too old. So then he would come up behind me and throw his arms around me and give me a big hug. I would lean into him and again if no one was looking he would kiss me near the ear and whisper to me how pretty I was and that he loved me.

   His hands would often sneak up from my waist to cup my breasts and nipples. I loved the way his hands worked my nipples through my T-Shirt or shirt and I  would lean into him harder each time he did this. He was taking his time grooming me for the time he would make me his.

   I recalled that special birthday gift. It was a new rod and reel. He gave it with the promise to take me to a new pond that he had leased.  He made an arrangement with my parents to take me fishing and spend the weekend with him at the beginning of Summer and after school let out. I could hardly wait for that time and I  remembered the day he told me about it. We were alone and out of sight of everyone.

   “Sweetie”, he said softly. “I have a surprise for you when school let’s out for the Summer.” 

   “You do really!” I said looking up at him.

   “Yeah!” He said. “You and I are going to spend a weekend together. We’ll go fishing and do some fun stuff.”

   “Uncle Ted.” I said as I leaned hard into him. His hands were under my T-Shirt busy with my nipples. I looked deeply into his eyes and said, “OH Uncle Ted, I love you so much and you make me tingle every time you hold me. I can’t wait for school to be out.”

   Then out of nowhere came the urge to reach up and kiss him on the lips. It was a quick peck, but a kiss on the lips just the same. He smiled at me and said the he would teach me how to properly kiss and then he bent down and gave me a peck on the lips. The tingling became greater than it had ever been and I felt so in awe of him. I wanted to turn and throw my arms around his neck.

   Time dragged on and finally the day came when Ted and I would be alone for the weekend. We fished all day Friday and that night was a night that I  will always remember.  We were sitting on the couch watching a movie, when he said softly to me.

   “Stacey, you know that I have always loved you. Much more than the others and I’ve always thought, how pretty you look.” As he moved closer to me. His right arm went around my shoulders as he spoke to me. “I’ve waited for this time to be alone with you to say that, well I would like us to be more than friends. Do you understand what I am trying to say?”

   “I think so.” I replied shyly.

   “You’re so pretty and I always wanted to put a dress on you and make you my girlfriend. I hope I’m not frightening you. But I just love you so much and I want to make you mine.”

   Without saying a word I slid next to him and stared into his eyes as I slowly moved closer to his lips. Our lips met caressing each other, a rather sloppily one but with real love mingled in.

    After our brief kiss and still in his arms and looking at him, I said.

   “Whatever you want me to do or be, I will do it. I love you so much Uncle Ted. You tell me and I promise to do it. Now I want you to teach me how to kiss. No one will know what you and I do or say.”

   He looked lovingly at me and said, “I’ve laid out some things for you to wear tonight in the guest bedroom. It’s your choice to dress in them or not, either way is okay, I promise.”

   With great anticipation I walked to the bedroom. My heart skipped a beat as I looked at the pretty things that were laid out. Without hesitation I quickly undressed and slid the pretty pink panties on. My cock became hard as I put on the rest of the clothes. I loved how the petticoats held out the dress. I twirled and grasped the petticoats and dress as they came around. I smiled as I realized  Ted was going to make me his gurl. I walked out to meet him for the first time as a gurl. 

   “Wow, you’re more beautiful than I imagined. Come to daddy you sexy thing.” He said almost out of breath. “Come here and let me love you. Part your lips when we kiss and do what I do.”

   Our first deep kiss, I will always remember. He took me into his arms and lifted my chin. Our lips met but this time they were open. His tongue searched deep into my mouth and capturing my tongue he sucked on it. Sparks flew from me as the hot flashes soared through me. I was in heaven as we kissed and then I felt a hand go under my dress and work its way toward my hardened cock. My breathing was beginning to be labored. His hand found my tiny cock and at first he rubbed it through the pink panties. But then he moved them and began to milk it.

    My emotions were soaring and I wanted more kisses, more of what he was doing. I was moaning and hungry for as much of him as I could get. His hand was working magic bringing me sensations that were new to me. He pushed my petticoats and dress up and then lowered himself to take my cock into his mouth.

   His mouth and tongue danced around my cock. As he sucked my cock, I eagerly raised my hips to meet this thrust. I moaned and moaned as he brought me to my first climax. He came up after sucking me dry and kissed me. I tasted my own cum for the first time and I loved it. It was sweet and yet had a bland taste. But I  still loved it.

   “Uncle Ted,” I said almost out of breath. “Can I do you? I mean can I play with your cock? I’ve never seen your cock, but I have felt it many times. Please can I?”

   “Yes, of course you can, darling.”

   As he undid his belt I reached over to unzip him. He smiled at me and lightly kissed me. I eagerly waited to see the cock that so many times would caress my little ass. He stood up to drop his pants and underwear.  Finally his cock stood out proudly

   It was lovely, long and round with a beautiful reddish head. I reached out to touch it for the first time. It felt warm and almost moist. Ted sat down as I held on to his cock and without being told I moved to kneel between his legs. I began by kissing the head. My tongue touched a moisture that lay on it. It was sweet tasting and I  began to search for more of the nectar. I put as much of his cock into my mouth as I could without choking. His big cock almost stretched my mouth. But I sucked it and rubbed it along my cheeks kissing it as I  went. I was in love and I knew that I really wanted to be his gurl. 

   “I’m getting ready to cum sweetie.” He said, gasping. “Swallow fast and keep swallowing until it all comes out. Oh baby you’re such a natural at this. Oh god yes suck on it, suck all the nectar out. You’re so beautiful, so fucking beautiful. Oh yes, yes that’s it suck baby god yes, yes!!”

    He shuddered as his cum hit the back of my throat. I gagged at first but then I began to swallow his seed. It tasted good and I tried my hardest to take it all in. I lay with my head on his stomach looking at his beautiful member that I would grow to love even more each time he was in my mouth.

   But the best was yet to come. It happened later that Summer when my parents went to visit our grandparents in Arizona. I begged my parents to let me stay with Uncle Ted since it would have been really crowded in our car. At first they said no but as the day drew closer they relented and said yes that I could stay with him. I called Uncle Ted and said.

   “Your Stacey is wanting to come dress for you when her parents go to Arizona. Can she?”

   “OH yes she can. She doesn’t have to ever ask. What would she like to do?”

   “She wants to fuck daddy. She wants to feel her daddy’s big fat cock inside her ass, I  mean her pussy as I  am supposed to call it. Daddy I think I  am ready to be fucked, will you?” 

   “Well if you are sure that is what you want, then yes I will fuck you and really make you my girl. There will be new things for you to wear for that special time.” 

   “Okay!” I said and added, “I  better go I hear the car coming up the drive and don’t want to take the chance of being caught talking like this to you. Bye, I love you so much daddy, bye!”

   The day came for me to go to Ted’s. Mom and Dad took me there the night before they were to leave. The next day Ted and I did some grass cutting and weeding. After working in the yard, we went in and had a cold drink. Ted said that I could shower in the guest bathroom and that he would lay out some things for me to wear.

   Undressing I stepped into the bathtub and started the shower. The cool shower felt good. As I soaped up, I began to wonder what special clothes Ted wanted me to wear. My cock was at attention just thinking about tonight. I was excited and finished my showering quickly but making sure that I was clean.

   Just as I was about to open the guest bedroom door Ted hollered out, to come into the master bed first. He told me that he had to prepare me for tonight by giving me three enemas to clean my pussy out. After that he let me go get dressed.

   I opened the door and saw the beautiful yellow print dress that was laid out. He had laid the things out as I  cut the grass on the riding mower. Along with the dress was a matching pair of yellow and white bra and panties. Also there was a yellow with pink laced slip. There was also a white garter belt with  hose. Beside the bra there were bra inserts to make my breasts stand out. I dressed slowly giving Ted time for him to shower. I walked out and into the Den, but Ted was still getting dressed. After a bit he showed up. I stood up to greet him. He whistled and took me into his arms and gave me a deep kiss. His hands dropped down to clutch the sides of my pussy. I rubbed up against him feeling his cock as it came alive.

   “Hey pretty gurl, what say we go out for a quick burger. Not here in town but let’s go to Wichita where no one will notice us. You can slide over close to me and be my date.”

   “OH daddy, that is so naughty, but yes let’s do it. Mmmmm this is going to be such a beautiful time. My daddy and me, out together. Oh how I  love you daddy!”

   The trip to Wichita and back was nice and I loved how his hand would go under my dress and touch my cock. Back home now, he let me have my first beer since we would have nearly two weeks together. After the second drink I  began to feel its effect. I sat my beer down and snuggled up against Ted. Ted looked down at me and lifted my chin to give me a deep searching kiss. This led to more kisses and more groupings. I was breathing hard and my cock was twitching like mad. I was on fire when he finally lifted me and carried me to his bedroom. 

   He arranged the pillows and had me lay my head on one while he fixed the other two under me. He pushed up my dress and slip and took my panties off. Then I felt him put some gel on and in my pussy. When his finger first went in it sort of felt uncomfortable but it only lasted a bit. Finally I felt him begin to mount me. I felt his hard cock touch the entrance of my pussy. I was panting now and as he began his descent into my pussy, I bit into the pillow because I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him as deep in me as he could get. After what seemed forever, I  began to get in rhythm with him, as he pushed in, I would push up. I was loving every minute of this love making.

   A big smile came across my face as I felt his seed fill my pussy. I  knew then that I would be his gurl and that I  would do whatever he asked of me. I asked him not to pull out of me. But nature has its own rules and it slid out on its own. He put a towel under me as I turned over. I reached out to him and drew him in for a long deep kiss.

   “OH daddy, I love you so much. You have made me the happiest gurl in the whole wide world. Oh god how I  want to please you. Whatever you ask of me I will do. Daddy my pussy hurts. Will it stop hurting?”

   “Yes my darling it will quit, but with each time it gets better and less painful. You have a tight pussy and I  want to keep it that way. So we will wait a day before we fuck again.”

   We slept the whole night through and I  woke up with a hand playing with my cock.

   “Mmmmm!”  I moaned as I turned over and smiling, I continued. “What a naughty way to wake up but yet a fun way. Shall we have breakfast in bed this morning? We can have our juice first.” We did.

   The sound of a car horn brought me back to reality. The reading of the will was to be next and I had to be there. So many times to reflect on his love for me, his gurl. 

“Hey Alex!  I’m not taking more of your fucking delinquents.  This bitch, Peter, you sent me to “break”?  Well he’s been lying in my closet for three days and he still wants to kill you. I can’t say I blame him………Why would the Academy even accept a piece of shit like this?……..wait wait wait……friends with the headmaster ?”

“Bingo shithead. Why’s he in the closet? “

“He was such a pain in the ass we needed to get him out of our sight. Sal we thought we’d let him stew in own piss and have to listen to us fucking. He’s not there all day, we put him on the pool table for the daily gang bang. He’s the only one who’s the urinal anymore. Usually have to feed it to him through a funnel in his fucking throat. I’m giving him to Avery tomorrow, they want a background actor for some BDSM thing their shooting.”

“Well he’s yours. Keep him in the closet for all I care. Break the little sonofabitch, if I ever see him again I’m kicking him out” Alex ended the call. 

Wiley sat on the bed with Bunny riding his dick and Wesley, the newest trainee to “help” the pigs, edged Bunny’s dick. 

“What’s our next step?”‘ 

“Fuck if I know”  Andy was out of ideas. 

Wesley had been mouth fucking Bunny between edging moments. Bunny’s dick was again being sucked, ” Well what is it you do best?” 

Andy and Blake shrugged. 

“You get fucked, you suck. All us pigs are cum-dumps and we love it. Instead of making him listen to us, let’s bring him out here and strap him to a chair. Let him see that we fuck all day, then come back here and fuck all night. That we have fun every minute of every day. Let’s let him watch. Maybe Alex saw something in him we’ve missed”

Blake was thinking, “Put him in a school chair. Take the chastity off and put his dick in a cage so if he gets hard it’ll hurt like hell, ring gag his mouth. We’ll leave him there all night. “

“School chair?” Wesley had never heard that term here. 

“You’ll love it”

“We can cum in his mouth all night or in his ass” Bunny sounded excited. 

“His ass is going to be busy, but with a little adjustment I think we’ll have both his fuck holes.”

“A school chair?”

The school chair was made so that  the occupant would lay forward   over the desk, a fuck machine was positioned to fuck the one  sitting there. The chair had been redesigned to allow different angles to be used by the machine. 

 Peter had been  taped and tied, with a locking chastity belt securing both the dick and the asshole. The belt was customized to administer electro shock by remote, which could  be directed to the barb that juts into the penis slit, or the butt plug. The plug also had a vibration feature which had been on for the last three days. When taken from the closet it was plain to see he had orgasmed, cum coated the cage. And it looked like more than once. 

“Peter, we fuck, well, actually get fucked all day. My partner Wiley and I finish each day to come here to fuck our two new sex pigs. And they seem to like fucking us, too”

“Here, here” Wesley crowed in affirmation. 

“So we think you need to see how much fun it can be, while your chastity is stimulating your dick and a nine inch beer can thick dildo fucks your ass. We re going to put a ring gag in your mouth so we can deliver our loads to you, which you better see as a gift. We will also angle the fucking machine so we can join the dildo in your ass for your first double fuck. At least the first one here. If you cum it’ll hurt like before, that barb makes it a tight squeeze to shoot out and the cage doesn’t let your dick grow but crushes  it against the cage itself. 

But I’m sure you’ll  feel it’s worth it.”

First the boys removed the chastity plug, and fingered the wailing and struggling boy as he laid precariously over the small school desk. All four boys fingered the crying Peter. Then the dildo and Peter’s ass were lubed as the machine begun its operation. 

“Let’s fuck!! Hey I know. The dungeon has a couple trainees they’re using, let’s get them to join us. We can roll play Master/slave. It’ll be fun. ” Wiley had seen the trainees, they hadn’t been fucked in the video, just pretended to in the background. The sex pig thought the those two boys  should at least get some action while they were here. 

“I want two dicks in me, you guys pick the position. ” Blake laid on his back in the center of the bed, raised his ankles above his head and was ready to take whatever the other three would dish out. 

A cellphone call to the dungeon summoned the two trainees to the “PIGS ROOM” for additional training. 

Prinze and Ricky showed up to find five naked boys in the middle of an orgy. Assholes were being drilled and mouths were working overtime. The two trainees decided to await instructions and just stood there stroking their stiff dicks. 

“Oh , oh. Get ready Peter I’ve got something for you” Andy leaped from the bed, having yanked his dick out of a groaning Wesley’s ass . Peter’s  face looked terrified. “What? Never had jizz down your throat before?  Well today we’re gonna fill that stomach and fuck the bad boy gene out of you. I think it’s time to remind you where you are.” 

Blake picked up the remote and pushed a couple buttons. 

Peter had been secured to the desk so his movements were restricted. When the electro shock hit his dick head they all thought the captive might tip the chair over. 

“We need  to add a pair of dirty underwear to his gag. But who wears underwear?”

“How about my douche towel?” Bunny, always helpful. 

“That’s not the “dirty” I was thinking about.”

Andy had waited until the electro shocks were administered to the tied up boy to think about dropping his load. It took a minute to regain his former lustful readiness to cum. 

“Hey!! You two!! Get over here and help me “bust my nut”  in this boys mouth.” Andy held his stiff pulsing dick for the trainees mouths. 

“Peter , I know you’re starving for some sweet nectar on your tongue, these two boys will keep jerking so they can add some too. Later we’re all fucking those virgin trainee butts”

Wesley moved to Andy and the two trainees, taking one by the hair he planted his dick deep in the boys throat. Gagging and spluttering, the boy was turned so both Andy and Peter could watch as he stretched over and fingered the boy who was also sucking him. 

“Assholes always make it easier for me  to shoot. Just looking at pink little puckers make me hot, fingering them is second best, but fucking those holes  with my tongue? God! That always make me shoot too soon.”

The senseless banter got everyone back to work, the show Wesley had orchestrated was working on everyone. If anyone had looked they would have seen pre-cum seeping out of Peter’s dick cage. 

Andy’s dick stiffened even more as he watched Wesley’s fingers play with the trainee’s hole. The rimming was of the muscle just inside, it made little Rickie groan, the dick in his mouth muffled his cute  plaintive yelp. Andy began fucking Prinze’s mouth , the deep and throaty sloshing sounds made the whole room speed up a notch. 

As he turned to face Peter, his dick was just beginning to shoot its load. Another second and he would have shot all over the captive’s face but the jizz was delivered as promised. 

“Don’t swallow that, bitch, we want you to savor it. There’s much more to come.”

With a vindictive look and a grunt Peter swallowed. 

“Okay, you’re gonna pay for that. Hey Blake?”

Blake picked up the remote and reset the voltage. This time both his dick and his ass felt the shock at the same time. Peter tried to scream but the ring gag impeded his effort. Instead the gurgling started again with  a pained groan. 

“Blake, why don’t we see if we can help Peter shoot a wad. His g-spot has had been vibrated all night, he should be ready to give us his bad boy load. “

Blake removed Bunny from the sitting position on his dick, though he loved  watching his dick go in and out of the boys tight hole. 

“Bunny, disconnect the machine, we’ll try something a little less subtle.”

Bunny brightened as he released Blake’s dick, ooohhh, the lightning!! Can I do it? Please. Blake. Please. “

“Geez, go get it after you disconnect him. I want a good look at his hole. ” Blake waved the two trainees over to his side of the bed. “You boys getting close?  Or do you need a little encouragement?”

Blake and two trainees stood directly in front of Peter, after inspecting Peter’s asshole once the machine’s dildo came out. 

“Well Pete I think you can help these two shoot their nut, Bunny wants to be the doctor to inspect your prostate. Until then I’m fucking these two while they jack off and deliver their creamy gift to your fucking ungrateful mouth. 

Bunny came back with a stick with a round red tip. 

“Show Peter what that is, Bunny. “

Obediently, the stick was lubed and shoved up the bound boys’s butt. 

“See? Nothing to it Pete. Oh oh , I think I might have fucked a load out for you.”

Prinze was groaning and pushing his butt hard into Blake’s dick. As the trainee felt the hot liquid course up his body he laid his glands right on Pete’s lip. The creamy cum settled on the tip of his tongue. 

“Ok Bunny, let’s see how far we can get Pete to shoot some pre-cum”

Bunny pushed a button on the wand and a shock of electricity shot into Peter’s prostate. After the initial surprised  look the boy bellowed. 

“See? He gave us some, taste it Bunny. Tell us what shithead good for nothing asshole’s cum tastes like.”

Bunny, the obedient little sex pig, grabbed the end of Peter’s dick cage, which was wet with pre-cum. Putting a finger in his mouth. He declared: “Sour, salty and bleachy.  Yuck”

Blake and Andy shared a knowing smile, “More cum boys. Gotta fill Peter up with the sweet stuff.”

The night was young. Their rounds stopped at seven though they never paid much attention to that. They’d rather feel naked bodies and smell man musk in a ballsack. Armpits were good after a little workout. 

It was barely eight and they had already told both wings tomorrow they were  taking a day off. Peter had just begun his journey to understand sex addiction. And who better to shepherd the way but four sex addicts who simply never get enough. 

 The school chair was repositioned to allow another person to mount Peter and join the dildo which had been returned to his ass. The machine was cranked up a notch and the electro current was raised. 

They pig boys were certain Peter’s screams were heard everywhere in the facility. They planned it that way. As the spectators arrived they were invited to join the double fuck. Assured the novel experience was a quick orgasm, the line of those waiting grew.

When Peter realized he spit the onslaught of cum out, a urinal hood was attached and everyone was invited to avail themselves to use it. 

It was a long  night for Peter. The pigs and the trainees took several breaks and at least one nap. It seemed the entire facility turned out for Peter’s piss-christening. A pail was eventually put under him. The boys would make sure he drank it all later.

Attacked

Our ‘station’ was a remote outpost and it took several days to reach it. As it had been one of my ‘maintenance stations’ I noticed immediately that someone had gained access. It had been a simple routine all us EMs on this work had practiced — a simple ‘seal’ in an inconspicuous place. The one I knew I’d placed was now missing. I told my companion.

“Okay,” he studied me, his expression amused. “I should have known you EMs had some telltale … Now we know someone’s around. I’ll alert our support.”

There was nothing further to do, for me at least, but to continue with the task we were supposedly there to perform. As my first Compo, and later Jorge, had done, I did the normal droid tasks, fetching tools and parts, fetching his meals and refreshment and twice, draining his sperm bladder. Naturally he reciprocated, but these were ‘rushed’ and basic need, not pleasure — except for me. An oral orgasm is really something …

“Our team are in place,” Eight-Four-Seven said, quietly. “And we’ve got company. You know what to do … we need to distract them until we’re sure our side have them all where we need …” 

He stopped and stood as four rough-looking individuals rushed at us from cover, two aiming weapons at my companion. One of them fired, to my relief it was a stun bolt and Eight Four Seven collapsed.

“What have we here,” sneered the leader. “Looks like an Exile Freak to me — and not wearing his orange suit. We’ll have to punish him, boys.” 

“Hey, look at this.” One of his companions, grabbed my arm. “He’s got one of those fancy sex droids as well. We can have some fun with it.”

“Good idea. Always wanted to try one of these. You two, put this filthy freak in irons, we’ll deal with him later. Goven, check the ship out, we need it.” He advanced on me, his lust obvious. “Now, Droid, I want a good fuck …”

“Yes, master. Do you wish to fuck me, or …”

“What do you think …” he snarled. “Bend down, I’m going to fuck that nice man pussy …”

Several more men emerged from the surrounding vegetation as I moved to obey.

“Argus, fancy fucking this droid? We’ll take it with us once we’ve had our fun …” The leader laughed as the man he’d addressed called back.

“Hang on, those units can give a damned good face fuck, and this is the very latest series. Let’s kebab it!”

“You’re on,” the leader replied. “Help yourself.”

His erection rammed into my anal grommet. “Fuck, they’re right … this model’s fantastic!”

Compared to Jorge, my Guardian companion, Erik and Jorge’s father … he didn’t have much to boast about. It was thick, but not long, and the ‘head’ was quite small. Oh well, I tightened my opening and began to match his thrusts with my muscles. His companion lost no time in pushing his penis at my mouth, and I obediently accepted it. Neither of them lasted long. The leader shot his load within a few seconds, swearing and cursing that he’d not had a chance to enjoy it, and his companion ejaculated almost as quickly. I used the vocaliser to suggest that if he wished he could use me again when he was ready. 

By now there were several of the men demanding to be allowed to use me, and I submitted to their demands, hoping our SWAT team were closing in. It seemed the plan to use us as a distraction was working as more and more of the rebels gathered around where I was the centre of the action, and cock replaced cock. About all I could say about the guys now getting their rocks off was that I was getting a good feeding out of it …

“Hey, why don’t we try its cock? Who’s up for it?” I couldn’t see the speaker, but he seemed to have several supporters, who were encouraging another of their group to either try giving me fellatio, or getting me to fuck him. “Go for it, Lonz, you know you like it …”

“Lie down, Droid. Let’s see that dildo stand to attention.” The order came as the latest pair shot their loads and withdrew. 

Rolling from my kneeling position onto my back, I raised my penis and submitted to their rough examination of it.

“Lube your cock, Droid.” One of their number straddled me, his anus open.

Releasing the lube through the tubules under the flared edge of my rubber glans, I let them test it and coat the rubber shaft, then remained still while the man lowered himself onto my erection. As he did so I noticed that he showed signs of mutation in his genitals, which appeared ‘normal’ in size and form, but his member was neither flaccid, nor tumescent. As his sphincter began to stretch to admit me, I released a little of my own ‘lube’ and let him sink onto my rigid member, his own semi-erect cock and small scrotum obscuring the penetration from my view.

He’d obviously done this before, and knew exactly how ride a partner like this with small movements. I withheld my own cum, instead feeding lube into him to keep him eager, but not yet satisfied. One of the now tightly gathered spectators decided to make use of my mouth, and positioned himself over my face to do so.

The ribald comments and activities turned to alarm and anger as the SWAT team arrived. The man riding my cock made to rise, and I expelled a large load of my cum into him even as he slumped onto his companion’s back with both of them paralysed by stun bolts. Despite my restricting program I felt pleased. As what sounded like a fire fight raged around me, I knew at least one of my users would, now he was full of my cum, spend at least a day with his libido driving him mad …

I had good reason to be glad my breathing was not through my rubber face. With a cock deep in my mouth, and the man it was attached to lying over my face, and further held in place by the man still impaled on my penis tentacle, it would have been difficult. And I had to wait while the Guardians mopped up, secured those they’d immobilised, and finally removed the pair on me.

“Well done, Five-Zero,” The leader of the SWAT team grinned as I he helped me stand. “Looks like you could use cleansing and recharging. We won’t be needing you for the moment, your Master may need you later.”

“Thank you, Master.” Entering the ship I placed myself in the charging unit and let myself relax as it fed me and cleaned my anal sleeve and rubber body. In my view I could see my assigned Guardian sitting in the observation space, one of his colleagues attending him. He’d evidently been beaten by our attackers and injured in some way.

Eight-Four-Seven looked very much the worse for wear as he lay on the bed in the ship’s sleeping quarters. The medic was now resting in the observation space, and had instructed me to feed my master and give him whatever service he needed. Placing the food I’d prepared for him on the nightstand, I noted the bruises on his face and upper torso, the light cover over his lower body hid the damage there.

“Thanks, Five-Zero,” he croaked through his swollen and bloody lips. “Did they injure you in any way?”

“No, Master, my core suffered no injury. What did they do to my Master?”

“Beat me up a bit.” His bruised face managed a sort of smile. “No permanent damage the medic says. Even paralysed, we mutants have a few self protection reflexes …”

So they’d tried to injure his genitals. I knew what he meant. Our tentacle penis has a reflex that pulls it tight to our crotch, and our testes withdraw into our pelvic area at the first sensation of pain. Being muscular, our penis can resist blows, though it is painful, and leaves it painful to use — which is itself a problem thanks to the need to empty our sperm bladders regularly …

“Five-Zero, will you do something for me?”

“It is my function, Master. What do you wish me to do?”

“I need, but they … uh … gave my ‘head’ special …” Flicking the cover aside, he exposed his genitals. “Can you just … just the tip … my sperm bladder is overfull …”

“Of course, Master …” Kneeling beside the bed I positioned my ‘mouth’, appalled at the bloody swollen mess that was his glans. “If Master can move his ‘head’ to my lips, I shall do my best to receive his cum …”

The effort obviously cost him, but he managed, and I released as much lubricant as I dared, mixed with some desensitising fluid, letting it coat the brutalised organ. A long moan escaped him as the swollen part slipped into my oral tube.

“Release your cum, Master …” I said though my vocaliser.

The response was a flood. Pulse after pulse erupted into my oral sleeve. It was difficult to swallow without moving my head and causing him further pain, but I managed. The sensitiser and the lube evidently helped, as he inserted himself, slowly, deeper into my mouth, the erupting cum gradually subsiding. I responded by releasing more of the desensitising fluid …

“Thank you, Five-Zero …” his voice was barely a whisper. “You can stop now.” He waited until I’d released his damaged cock and stood. “If I turn on my side, can you lie behind me and insert your gorgeous penis into me … I need  your cum now …” He managed a laugh. “I don’t know why, but I just know it’s what I need to recover …”

“It is a pleasure to serve you, Master.” I waited as he moved carefully into position, on his side, his leg drawn painfully up. Laying myself on the bed behind him, and taking care not to jolt him or touch any of his injuries, I noted that they’d obviously attached his anus. The sphincter was swollen and a little bloody, and his buttocks showed multi-coloured bruises. I released a heavy coating of my lube around my glans. “What have they done to you, Master?”

“Beat me, raped me with a dildo …” He winced as my dildo sheathed glans touched his damaged opening. I released more lube and gently eased into him as he whimpered and moaned. “Don’t stop … I must get … as much of your cum as you can give me …”

“But why did they do this, Master?” I began to inject cum into him as my dildo-penid slid slowly deeper. 

“To … teach … filthy … mutants … we have … no right … to be alive … just to be … used … by … real humans …”

“Where they trying to kill …?”

“No. Just to maim or cripple.” He sighed as I stopped moving and settled into position, holding his injured body to mine. “No … they want us as their slaves.” He sighed in contentment as I injected more of my cum into him. “That feels so good …”

I sensed that he was now asleep, so remained absolutely still, my dildo-sheathed member joining us and periodically injecting more of my cum into him.

The medic visited us several hours later and, without disturbing my master, checked his condition. I could sense through my penis that my ‘master’s’ sperm bladder was filling again and would need to be drained again soon, but could not leave him.

“Whatever you’re doing there is good for him, Five-Zero, stay there and I’ll bring you anything you need.”

“Thank you, Master. I require nothing at present, but my master will need his sperm bladder drained … May I suggest you find the penis milker he keeps in my charging station? If you lube it well with my lube refill unit, and apply it to him … it will relieve him and you may leave the control for it with me.”

Eight-Four-Seven groaned as the milker was installed, but it relieved the discomfort from his overfilled sperm bladder, and he slept again. Eventually, now in need of some relief and refreshment myself, I was able to withdraw, and went to take some rest and refreshment in my charging station. 

The journey back to the Guardian headquarters was very different to our outward trip. We were now escorted by several Guardian Patrol ships, and accompanied by a large freight carrier now loaded with the prisoners.

“There’s still a few of these idiots on the run, but we’ve got all the ringleaders and over a thousand of their followers in custody.” The Commander greeted us as I helped my ‘Master’ down the ramp. “Your team took down the single largest group, Agent 847. Very well done to you both.” He smiled, “The League for Human Purity is finished. None of the bastards will be at liberty again in this lifetime and the group on Austropia has already started to disintegrate.”

At a distance I could see the prisoners being disembarked from the freighter, all of them apparently wearing manacles and supervised by armed Guardians.

“Good,” Eight Four Seven growled. “I’ve a few scores to settle … but better to leave it to the courts.” He laughed. “And their ‘friends’.” 

“Yes,” the commander paused, surveying my companions visible bruises. “I’ve seen the report on what they did to you …”

“Bastards. Hit me with the stun bolt, then did their utmost …” Pulling me close, he said, “But my wonderful droid has done everything … worked a miracle or two I think.” Turning his face to me, he teased, “I’ve told him there’s no way I’m returning him voluntarily!” He stopped as we were approached by the Admiral and several more agents, each accompanied by a droid. Leaning closer, he said quietly, “Damn! Five-Zero, I think the cavalry have arrived to prise you out of my possession!”

“I’m sure that my fellow droids would not object to your joining our regular assignment circle, sir.” Reading the serial numbers as they approached I had a moment of anxiety as I couldn’t see A 47-J-78 at first, then one of the others moved aside, and I saw him. I felt a surge of happiness, then my droid program kicked in. The human me wanted to run forward and hug him; the droid program wouldn’t allow it.

We both stood wanting to greet each other, next to our ‘assigned’ master and almost within touching distance, but unable to initiate the contact. I knew he felt as I did, by the tiny movements in his dildo sheathed penis, carefully curled over and under his scrotal orb. My own member twitched in sympathy …

“Very well done, all of you.” The admiral stopped in front of Eight Four Seven. He flashed a smile. “For obvious reasons I can’t shake hands with you all — we may need to use this disguise again, and the League’s adherents don’t know about it.” Looking around the group, he said, “You all took an enormous risk, and some of you have suffered injury, but the operation has been a huge success. Now we can all build a better system, and, dare I say, embrace what we are all becoming — even though some of those deluded idiots over there don’t want to recognise it in themselves.” Pausing, he considered for a moment. “Words are cheap, my friends, but I have every intention of showing you all my thanks — our peoples thanks — for what you’ve endured and achieved. Commander, I think your people have earned a rest, and some enjoyment. I’ll leave it to you and to them to decide what’s appropriate.”

I suppose it was inevitable. I liked men in general and Cypriot men especially, both Greek and Turkish, and I hadn’t been very good at hiding it. I’d exchanged steamy looks, touching, and suggestive conversation enough with the tennis pro at the Eleon clay courts and pool club in Nicosia, Cyprus, that when Andreas felt comfortable enough to make a move, he had a good idea I’d go under him—and I did easily.

He kept murmuring how I was so young and fit and almost androgynously blond when I let my hair down and how he couldn’t resist me and how I’d teased him and tortured him as he pushed me against the desk in his office at the Eleon and kissed me on the back and throat and lips after pulling my tennis T-shirt over my head before we went out to the court. And I wanted to scream for him to shut up and do it because I couldn’t resist the Mediterranean sulkiness, sexiness, sleekness, and curly hirsuteness of him.

He took his time, but he did it. I knew as soon as he flicked that condom packet and tube of lube onto the surface of the desk next to me that he was going to go all the way with it. He bent me over the desk on my belly and kissed down my back, me moaning as he pulled my tennis shorts down and pressed my belly down to the desk top by palming the small of my back with one hand while the other fondled me through the mesh of my jock pouch. I groaned and whispered, “Fuck, fuck, fuck it,” as he tongued my ass hole, opening me up. And I did open up to this attention. He wasn’t my first man. I was only nineteen, but I wasn’t a virgin to men.

I cried out, “Yes, yes. Screw me!” as he worked me open with his fingers, pressing in with two and then three and spreading them apart, stretching my opening, getting me ready for him. When I was gaping open, he rose up, hovered on top of me, and put himself in position. I heard the tear of the condom foil, felt the smoothing on of the rubber on his erection pressing between my thighs, and felt the coldness of the lube.

“Unless you tell me not to—” he growled.

“Do it! Fuck me!” I answered.

With a low laugh, he mounted and penetrated me. I jutted my ass back, murmuring, “Yes, yes, yes.” He found I wasn’t knew to this and stretched to the demand.

When he was well saddled, he grasped my wrists, raising my arms over my head and holding me under him on the desktop. He thrust up hard inside me, filling and stretching me. I opened quickly to him, not being a virgin to anal sex and being fully into the fuck and rocking my hips back to plunge into the thrusts. We both panted hard and grunted at the effort. We worked together as one wanting, frantic team.

I had wanted him inside me for weeks and now he was.

He let loose of my right wrist to move his hand down under my belly, sliding inside the pouch of my jock, and rolling my balls and stroking my cock off. I brought my hand down to and covered the pouch from the outside as he worked me on the inside.

I came first, inside the pouch. He wasn’t far behind me. We’d built up to this point with considerable verbal foreplay, meaningful looks, and touching. We were both primed to bust a nut the first time we let this play out.

I was a nineteen-year-old American on an internship at the American embassy in Nicosia. He was a twenty-six-year-old, married Greek Cypriot with a couple of children and a jock job at a tennis club. I’m sure both of us knew from the first time we played tennis together that we’d make the other one if we could.

And we could. Just a couple of weeks into knowing each other and we’d each gotten our rocks off nicely. I’m sure we both knew it was just physical exercise. Neither of us had any romantic thoughts about this.

“We’re already into our court time,” Andreas said as he pulled out of and away from me. “Here’s a washrag. I’ll meet you on Court Four as soon as you can get yourself dressed again.” And then he was gone.

As soon as he left his office, though, I heard him talking to someone in the short covered walkway out to the pool terrace. I’d thought that there might have been someone out there listening to us or watching us. The office door hadn’t been closed completely. It was early in a week day and the club usually was pretty deserted at this time, but I’d had the impression that someone had been monitoring us.

Hearing Andreas talking to someone so shortly after leaving the office, with me not even groaning and rising off the desktop, told me that I probably was right.

That wasn’t good. But the fuck had been good. I’d been minding myself too well since taking up my internship here on the summer break from Georgetown University. I knew there were people in the embassy with their noses out of joint that the ambassador’s nephew had wrangled a summer job here and was living in the residence. They were, I’m sure, looking for any opportunity to criticize my presence—not directly to the ambassador’s or my face, of course.

* * * *

Only a few of the clay courts were in use when Andreas and I went to them. The club had been built in a former olive-tree orchard, and rows of trees had been pulled out to accommodate courts, while a row of trees remained between the courts. This gave shade for spectators and for the players to cool down between games. The courts on either side of us were clearing out as we arrived at Court 4 and new players weren’t arriving. An older Greek Cypriot and a young Arab—probably Lebanese, as many had resettled to Cyprus when Beirut was torn by civil war—were finishing on Court 3. As I was moving toward Court 4, my approach still largely shielded from the Court 3 view lines, I saw the older Greek man back the young Arab into the splitting trunks of an olive tree and kissing the youth on the lips while feeling up his crotch with a hand. By the time I came into their view line, though, they had separated and were stowing their gear away in duffle bags.

That served to tell me that the Greek Cypriot was a dominator of men, though, and initiated my thoughts of him as a possible sex partner. He wasn’t coming up in the negative in the assessment.

The Greek Cypriot was a handsome Zeus of a man. He was hirsute, with salt-and-pepper curly hair in abundance on his head and with a full beard. He slipped off his tennis shirt to change into a drier one and I saw that he was magnificently, solidly muscular for a man his age. His chest was covered in curly hair, showing more dark curls than gray as it descended down to the waistband of his tennis shorts. He had a gold chain with a medallion around his neck, the medallion nestling between two bulging, but hard, pecs. He was tanned a chestnut brown. I judged that he probably was in his early fifties, but it was a gorgeous fifties.

The young Arab disappeared and Andreas hadn’t come out to the court yet. It was just the two of us—the older Greek Cypriot and me—facing off between courts.

I found him arousing and I didn’t hold back. As he changed shirts, I stood at the gate of Court 4 and openly ogled him. He was aware of me since seeing me approach the courts, and he was as open about exhibiting his interest in me as I was with him. He gave me a smile, and I smiled back. His hand went to his crotch and mine went to mine. We were more than half way to a coupling.

He didn’t leave when the Arab did. There were folding wooden chairs scattered about the peripheries of the courts and he pulled one up and sat and watched Andreas and me play. I was almost as good as Andreas and I was younger and more flexible. We played bare-chested, admiring and flirting with each other over the net, extending the mood of our coupling on his desk before coming to the court.

The Greek Zeus watched it all with interest. When I was able, I turned my face toward him and flirted with him too.

Andreas had a lesson to give when we were done, the score being close, but Andreas winning. He was Greek and he had just topped me. I was too diplomatic to win at tennis after going under him. I perhaps could have won; sometimes I did when I played with him. But I didn’t try hard enough to do so this time.

I went to the locker room and immediately changed into a Speedo, took up a towel and came out to the pool terrace. The pool was built for Olympic specifications competition, so it was a big one, with long, marked-off lap lanes. I dove in and swam laps to cool down from the tennis. As I swam, thinking I was alone in the pool, I heard a cough and looked up to see that the Greek Zeus was sitting under the cover of a lanai and watching me. I don’t know if he originally had planned to come to the pool after playing tennis, but he had. And that he had told me he’d done so with the hope of continuing the connection we had established out on the courts. That was fine with me. I was trembling from the prospect of having him inside me.

When I came out of the pool, I was disappointed to see that the Greek Cypriot wasn’t there, but Andreas had returned from his lesson. We went to the showers together and, now having gone all the way with each other, we easily settled into soaping, fondling, and kissing under the streaming water. While we were concentrating on each other, I was caught by surprise when another set of muscular arms embraced me from behind.

Smiling at me, Andreas pulled away and went over to the entrance of the shower, taking up a pose that indicated he would guard against intrusion while the Greek Zeus, who was showing he was much stronger than I was, was exploring my body with his hands and mouth and manipulating my position at will. He was in full erection and it was one of the thickest and longest cocks I had ever encountered.

“Thélo na se gamíso. Tha pas apó káto mou, nai?” he said, and then seeing my quizzical look, he said, in perfect English, “You don’t understand Greek? You are perhaps English?”

“No, I’m American.”

“Ah so, what I said was that I want to fuck you. You will go under me, yes?”

I looked over at Andreas to see if he would have anything to say about this, but he just smiled at me and shrugged. I assumed then that the two of them had already talked about me and Andreas had said I took cock and probably would take it from this Greek Zeus. He obviously didn’t care if I did.

“Yes,” I said. I might as well say it. My body was already screaming “yes” at the roaming of his hands on my torso, cock and balls.

I quickly determined that I was under his control, with Andreas backing him up, and that struggle would be useless. The situation, though, especially since I’d gone so long after arriving in Cyprus with little of it until earlier that day with Andreas, aroused me so much that I went with what the Greek Zeus obviously was going to take from me anyway.

He fucked me up against the soapy, slippery wall tiles under the cascading water of the shower. He wasn’t taller than I was, but he was muscular and heavy—solid, not fat—to my slim structure. And he was much, much stronger than I was. He pressed my back against the wall, grasping my legs under my knees and lifting me, hooking my knees on his hips, capturing my wrists with one strong hand, and holding my arms raised above my head while putting himself into position with the other.

He paused, apparently unsure how forceful to be. Andreas leaned over and said to him, “Boreís na ton páreis sklirá. To agóri eínai tsoúla gia aftó.” Turning to me, Andreas said, “I told him not to worry, that you were a slut for it and could take it hard.”

“He arranged with you for this didn’t he?” I accused Andreas.

“Yes, but I knew you would want is cock.” There was no embarrassment in Andreas about this at all.

“He paid you to help corner me, didn’t he?” adding to the accusation. But the fuck was moving on, and I had no opportunity to pursue this. It didn’t have much importance anyway. The Greek was a god and I wanted this.

I cried out as the older Greek Cypriot achieved position and worked his way inside me, stretching and filling me. He cut that off, though, by possessing my mouth with his. He moved up inside me deep, and immediately started plowing me, moving faster and faster inside me. Before coming, though, he pulled me off the wall and laid me on my back on the water-covered tile floor. Pulling me up so that my weight was being borne on my shoulders and the back of my head, water swirling around me, he lifted my legs, above my knees, to be trapped under his armpits, and penetrated down into me, one hand palming my lower back and the other stroking me off, as he jackhammered his long, thick cock down inside me to, first, me spouting my load, and then him breeding me, jerking off three times, each time with a big load deep inside me.

He let me collapse onto the floor tiles then and he turned and left the shower with Andreas. Very little had been said the whole time. Four showerheads had been turned on full blast and the air was steaming and the hissing from the water loud enough that I didn’t understand what he said, which wasn’t much and was in Greek. I had wanted him to show that he found me satisfying or worthy of worship or something for how I had totally surrendered to him, but I didn’t get that. The fuck was all about him—what he wanted and needed.

As for me, I was panting and moaning at the size of him and what he was doing inside me to think of anything meaningful or witty to say.

When I’d recovered enough to rise, turn off all but one of the shower heads, and soak my well-worked body under the single one I left on, I padded out to the locker room, wondering if there would be more sex—if maybe the two of them would do me together—and realizing that the prospect of that both scared and aroused me. But they were gone. I was left alone in the locker room.

I’d been royally had and I didn’t even know who the Greek Zeus was or what his name was. This was hardly what an intern at the American embassy should be engaged in. The embassy was only two blocks away from the Eleon Club. Most of the American embassy employees belonged here. I had been living dangerously.

I returned and played tennis with Andreas the next day, but his lesson schedule was full and we didn’t fuck. In fact, I got the impression that what we’d done before was just to set me up for the encounter with the Greek Zeus. He didn’t appear that day either.

Yes, that deflated me and was a disappointment. I had arrived at the club telling myself that I wanted to avoid the Greek Zeus and would turn around and leave if I saw he was there. But when he wasn’t there, I realized I had just been fooling myself. I came to the club so quickly again precisely in the hope that he’d be there—and that even if he didn’t fuck me again, Andreas would.

Neither of those happened.

* * * *

I was driving with Andreas into the inner-city walls of Nicosia to the Theatro Ena, where he had invited me to attend an avant-garde Greek gay male play when he hit me with the favor he wanted me to do for him. I had known there was something he wanted beyond the tennis games and sex.

“I have a brother in Texas,” he said.

“Do you? So, have you been there?” Every Cypriot seemed to have a relative in Texas, so I wasn’t surprised. Half the visa applications going through the Nicosia consulate were based on acceptances to colleges in Texas.

“No. But I wish to go there. You are in the American embassy. I thought that maybe you could help me get a visa to visit him in the States.”

“Cypriots don’t have trouble getting a visa to the States,” I said. “Just go apply at the consulate.”

“I think that someone in the embassy can make it happen for me.”

Yes, that’s called any of the consulate officers, I thought. It, in fact, was not difficult for a Cypriot to get a visitor’s visa. That wasn’t the way of Cyprus and the Mediterranean world, though. I realized. Everything was done by using connections.

“No problem,” I said. “I’ll give you the name of someone at the consulate who will give you a favorable response. Don’t mention me when you apply, though. It all has to be done hush-hush. And by all means don’t offer them anything for the favor. Everything there is recorded. They will queer the deal.”

That seemed to satisfy him, and if it gave him a thrill to think that pull at the embassy was needed to get him a visa and that he had this pull, that was fine. I’d been able to tell that he wanted more than the sex from me.

“I guess if I saw this person outside the embassy, I could let them know how much I appreciated the favor,” he said.

I didn’t pursue that. It seemed to be hopeless to say what was standard in the Mediterranean wasn’t necessarily allowed at the American embassy.

I was surprised when we were watching the play at the Theatro Ena—although I really shouldn’t have been—that the leading man in the play was the mature man, the Greek Zeus, who had fucked me in the shower at the Eleon Club. The program said he was Christos Theopolis. He looked as magnificent on stage as he had in the shower, and he wasn’t wearing much more here. I couldn’t follow the Greek, but I had no trouble figuring out the action when he fucked a young man on a table top on the stage. Andreas had been right—both that the play was avant-garde and that I’d find it interesting.

I was introduced properly to the leading man, Christos, after the play and invited to stay for the post-performance party in a room behind the stage. I had come with Andreas, who was going to remain anyway, so there wasn’t much choice about staying.

The party didn’t last long and people drifted out until there were only Andreas, Christos, and me. I’d had quite a lot of beer, and was slightly tipsy. I lost track and connection and wasn’t quite sure how I’d gotten there and whether I’d been asked permission or given it, but I wound up on the table on the stage. Christos was on his back, naked, on the table, and I, also naked, was mounted on him, facing his head, palming his hirsute pecs, and riding him in a cowboy fuck. Andreas climbed up on the table behind me, and suddenly I was panting hard, groaning deep, and had two cocks inside me, Christos from below me and Andreas from in back.

So, Christos and Andreas were much closer friends than I had thought.

It was my first double penetration. I managed then and later when the two of them took me that way again. Andreas apologized, saying he had no idea it was my first double, but it was done, so I just brushed it off.

“But it was nice, wasn’t it?” he said. “You’d be happy doing it again.”

I didn’t take the opportunity to say I wouldn’t do it again—so, yes, I let them do it again.

Andreas drove us to Christos’s flat. En route, Christos asked his own American embassy favor of me.

“Your embassy has a Fulbright Program where students are sent to the States for college and artists, writers, and future Cypriot leader prospects are sent there for enrichment programs. I’ve been told I’ve been proposed for such a tour. Perhaps you can help me get chosen.”

This was a far more difficult issue than Andreas’s visa request was. But it was the same assumption of the power of connections.

“I’ll see what I can do,” I answered. “I hope you have more work to show than tonight’s play. That’s just too far out there for a U.S. program to support.”

He laughed. “I have plenty of tamer performances on films,” he said.

Fortuitously, when I did check, I found he had already been chosen, so I didn’t lose favor with him.

That night, in Christos’s flat, he and Andreas took turns favoring me with their cocks. Twice they fucked me together. They took turns fucking me and snoozing. All I got was nonstop fucking by two gorgeous Greek men, one young, the other mature, both fit and vigorous—both as much into having sex with each other as they were in having it with me.

I had had no idea I was as randy for it as I was. It was a glorious night.

After that, I met up with them nearly every other day at the Eleon. I worked at the embassy but just as a “do this and do that” aide more or less on my own schedule. No one minded that I’d go off three times a week to play tennis and swim at the nearby Eleon. Many at the embassy, knowing that I had high-level diplomatic family connections and was being groomed to follow the family public service business, were happy when I wasn’t around to remind them how elitist the State Department was.

When I went to the Eleon for tennis with Andreas and a swim, Christos almost always was there. And almost always the only ones using the pool then were the three of us. So a couple of times a week I was being fucked in the Eleon pool after tennis. When we didn’t have it to ourselves, I´d be fucked in Andreas’s office.

It became quite the regular activity. I suppose it was inevitable that it would become noticed in the embassy—in the Station, the intelligence community office designed to pick up on activities like I was engaging in with Andreas and Christos.

* * * *

Campbell was inside me deep, moving that thick, jet-black cock of his in and out, a chocolate-colored arm laced under my lower back, raising my pelvis to his penetration as he knelt between my thighs on the bed in his Nicosia flat and fucked me in long, deep slides. My hands went from clutching his shoulder blades to gliding down his muscular back to his globular buttocks, where, as I mounted toward liftoff, I squeezed the orbs to the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Shit. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck! Give it to me. I’m going to come!” I cried out, and then, one of my hands moving to stroking my erection hard, I did, convulsing. Jerking and spouting, jerking and spouting, up the man’s hard belly.

With a grunt, he pulled out of me; rolled off the bed; pulled the condom off of his huge shaft, tossing it in a nearby wastebasket; picked up the glass of Scotch he’d left on the nightstand; and walked over to the glass doors out onto a balcony. He leaned against the doorframe and starred up at the Kyrenia mountain range running east to west across the horizon beyond the flat and red-tile roofs of the city’s Makedonitissa residential area pushed up against the Green Line separating Greek from Turkish Cyprus. He was a beautiful young man, although young was relative. He was six years older than I was.

Jock Campbell was a junior political officer at the American embassy—twenty-five to my nineteen. He was about the closest embassy officer to my age and he was athletic and played tennis and pickup basketball in the embassy’s courtyard, so we’d established a friendship and often ate lunch together in the embassy canteen and even more often played tennis together at the Eleon. We’d discovered each other in a hidden gay bar in Engomi, not far from the embassy compound, not long after I’d arrived in Cyprus, and he’d been fucking me occasionally since then. He ran with the embassy’s Marine guards, who were his equals in age and athletic inclination, and although none of them had fucked me, I enjoyed being with them and would have gladly taken them on if they’d been so inclined. This encounter on a Saturday was at his invitation.

He’d been the one who had brought me the secret cable from my mother on the previous Friday afternoon. I thought that was a little strange, since he wasn’t a commo section guy or anything. I had relatives all over the foreign service spectrum. It’s what I was studying at Georgetown University to do as well. My uncle was the ambassador here, my dad did something with NATO in Belgium, and my mother was the deputy undersecretary at State to do with something involving Southeast Asia. The cable had said she’d be on a U.S. delegation to an ASEAN conference, ASEAN being an eleven-Southeast Asian-country members political and economic bloc, in Jakarta in a month and that there was a slot for a support aide on the delegation if I was interested in getting the experience.

The deputy chief of mission, who was supervising me, already knew about the cable and sent for me to tell me they could spare me here if I wanted to go—that it would be good experience for me. I didn’t doubt they could spare me here. This had been a make-work internship for me without any real duties attached. The DCM certainly seemed more than willing to shuffle me on to Southeast Asia. I think my uncle was having second thoughts about the nepotism of having me here, doing pretty much what I wanted to do, although I don’t think he knew about the gay shit I was into. If I was interested, I’d be sent back to Washington for briefing on my job and documentation and I’d fly out from there with the delegation—and my mother. I was happier about flying with the delegation than that my mother would be on it too. She was a real dragon. She’d watch me like a hawk.

I said it came as a surprise and I’d think about it and let them know in a few days. At the same time he showed me the cable, Campbell set up this tryst with him at his flat on Saturday.

I lay there, on my back, panting, my legs spread and bent, my hole gaping from the size of the young, black embassy officer. I was staring at Jock at the door to the balcony, willing him to come back and fuck me again. He had a great, chocolate-brown body, with even darker cock and balls, and he looked magnificent standing in front of the sweep of the Kyrenia Mountains across the rolling, arid hills of northern Cyprus.

“Come back. Do me again,” I murmured.

He turned his face to me, took a deep swig of his Scotch, and said, not smiling, “You’re such a randy slut.”

“Yes, I am. I can’t help it,” I said. “Do you mind?”

He didn’t answer that directly, the first indication to me that maybe he was doing me because it was the job and not because I was too sexy to resist. “That’s the curse here,” he said. “It’s also the blessing, I suppose. But it’s an asset—that you’re so sexy and willing. You just should be from another family.”

“I don’t understand,” I said.

“You’ve been staying out over night too much. It’s been noticed. The ambassador has responsibility for you. You’re too young and out there too much, and he’s chaffing under that responsibility.”

“I didn’t realize it was noticed or that anyone cared,” I said. “I could tone it down. I wouldn’t like to have to tone it down with you, though. Come back to bed and ball me again with that great cock of yours.”

“It’s too late to tone it down, I think,” he said. He went over to a desk, opened the top drawer, took out a manila envelope, and tossed it on the bed. “Open it. Take a look at these.”

I did. Inside were photos of Christos, Andreas, and me fucking in the Eleon pool. I was bent over the side of the pool, my chest on Andreas’s folded legs, and I was giving him head. Christos was fucking me from behind.

“You’re getting a bit too friendly with the locals too often—and too openly,” he said.

“How did you get these?” I asked. Was someone local thinking they’d try to blackmail the embassy for some advantage with these?

“I took them myself. I’d heard you were at the Eleon and I had time on my hands, so I’d come over to see if we could have a match. This is what I found you doing.”

“And this is what the cable was about? The cable from my mother? She’s found out and wants to pull me out? And now that I’m asking, why was it you who brought me the cable? Do they know you are fucking me too?”

“The ambassador and DCM don’t know and I’d like to keep it that way, thank you very much. My boss knows, but, against my wishes, he sees this as an opportunity.”

“Your boss? The political counsellor?”

“No, not just the political counsellor. He’s more here than that. You’ll find out anyway. Being in the political section is just a cover. I actually work in the Station. My boss is the chief of station.”

The Station was the CIA shop in the embassy. My blood suddenly was running cold.

“And, no, your family doesn’t know that you so easily open your legs for men—at least not from us. The ambassador and DCM haven’t seen these photos. They just think you aren’t taking the internship here seriously and are going out too much at night. They want you gone before something happens that embarrasses them or the embassy. They either have no idea it’s local men you’re seeing—or, if they suspect that, they aren’t saying. They’ve just gotten to your parents on wanting you out of here.”

“Is that all?” I asked. “I sense there’s more to this.”

“I’ve only been directed to try to get you to accept your mother’s offer. There’s more involved, but it’s beyond my brief to go into that with you now. Now, look, you’ve made me hard again. Go over on your belly and raise your tail to me. Show me that hole again.”

There was more. I could have tried to weasel the “more” out of him then, but I was in heat. I wanted him inside me. So, I turned over, went up on my knees, and raised my arms, grasping the headboard. I cried out as, after having made a stop at the nightstand to leave his Scotch glass and acquire and roll on another condom, he mounted and penetrated me and started the dance of the fuck one more time.

Whatever the “more” was, I could find that out later. Before then I was going to have to decide whether I’d take on my mother’s change-of-assignment offer or just try to tone down my activities a bit here. I’d found I wanted to be dominated by older men. The actor, Christos Theopolis, had become my leading man. If I had to give something up here, it would be Jock Campbell’s jet-black cock.

But he did me oh so well—he was doing me oh so well right now.

* * * *

The extent to which my leading man had control over me was shown a couple of days later when he called me at work early one morning and said, “You weren’t at the Eleon this morning. Adreas and I are going fishing off Limassol this afternoon with some sexy guys down there. We want you to come with us.”

“I don’t fish,” I said.

“You won’t be fishing,” he said, with a laugh. I, of course, understood what he meant. “They run a movie studio down there, Sun Studios. They want to do a film. They’ve seen your photos. They want to audition you.”

“It’s a porn film and they want me to be in it?” I asked.

“Not today. Today is an audition. I’d be the leading man, but you’d be in the film, yes. They wouldn’t film today, though. Today would be an audition.”

“I’m working,” I said. “I have a job here in the embassy.”

“We’ll pick you up at the Eleon at 1:30 p.m.,” Christos said.

Of course I was there when they picked me up in Andreas’s car. And I can’t say that Christos had misled me about what this fishing exhibition was going to be.

There were five of them, in addition to Christos and Andreas. All of them were hunks, which most Cypriot men were, in my observation, until they reached about sixty-five, when most of them shriveled up, fell apart, and spent their time at outdoor coffee shops, drinking coffee and beer, and ogling passing girls—and often young men like me—through nicotine-stained gapped teeth. These five guys from Sun Studio were not old guys. They were all young and muscular and fit. And they were all primed to do more than just deep-water fishing in the Mediterranean south of the Cypriot coast.

They all did fish on the deck and drink beer, smoke cigarettes, engage in raucous conversation, and cavorting around with each other. But they each, including Christos and Andreas, took their turn slipping down into the ship’s cabin, where I lay on my back the entire cruise with my legs spread and bent, and each, in turn, fucked me. And when they’d gone through the rota once, they started it all over again. I took seven cocks, more than once each, all of them hard and insistent. Each of them was of different size and intensity and style, but I took each of them, rocking on the cocks, taking them inside me, moaning a surrender for each and obtaining varying levels of pleasure of my own.

I hadn’t been coerced to be here and I wasn’t being held captive. Andreas had determined I’d be turned on by this experience, and Andreas wasn’t wrong.

I took them all . . . for hours . . . while the men fished, and laughed, and drank beer, and palled it around on deck. They took photos of me in various poses of being and having been taken, but they didn’t do any videoing. I was told that it was part of the audition, and I let them photograph me, even though I wasn’t intentionally part of an audition for anything.

I could barely walk straight in the twilight when the fishing boat returned to the Limassol marina. Andreas told me to go to the line of outdoor cafés stretched out along the quay on the land side of the marina and told me to get a table put together for the eight of us at the Café Calma.

“They enjoyed you,” he said. “They’ll talk to us about doing a movie after they’ve closed down their boat.”

I walked toward the quay, seeing Jock Campbell standing there, obviously waiting for me, before I reached the Café Calma.

“Come with me,” he said, grabbing hold of my arm. “You look like you’ve been fucked over.”

“By seven, yes,” I answered. “They want me to do a movie.”

“Sure they do. Let’s talk about that.”

He guided me past the Café Calma to the Epsilon Resto Bar further along the quay, and he pulled me inside, where Christos and the others might not see us.

“Those guys film gay male porno movies. Did you know that?” he asked after we’d settled at a table and been served beer.

“Did you come all the way down here to Limassol to find me?” I asked.

“I followed you down. I’ve been waiting for you all day. You’ve been made my primary job. I asked if you knew those guys made gay male porn.”

“Yes, I know that. You followed me down? You’ve been assigned to be my minder by the ambassador?”

“Not by the ambassador. By the Station. Once you’ve made a porn film with those guys you’ll be all over the Internet. Did you stop long enough to consider that? I know you’re into sex like that, but the first film you make, you’ll be known as a gay male porn actor. The career you were born into will be screwed. You don’t want to be in the Foreign Service with all sorts of cushy backing because of who your family is? You’re giving yourself so openly here to screw your family?”

“No. This is just a fling.” I hadn’t thought all that much about what being so open with my gay sexuality would mean for my future career. I guess I had been taking my status for granted. “Sorry,” I said. “Guess I’m screwed.”

“Not yet, you’re not. You have the background, the sexual inclination, and some sort of deep attraction to men that gives you an opportunity to fit in nicely in a career with the Agency.”

“A career? You said you were sent after me by the Station, not the ambassador.”

“That’s right. We have a place in the CIA where you would fit nicely. You can have your sexual adventures and your foreign service status and you can be serving the national interests as well. If you’re interested, you should accept your mother’s invitation to join a delegation to Southeast Asia—and you should just stop any consideration of making a movie with these Sun Studio guys or being a slave to Christos Theopolis anymore.”

“Tell me more,” I said.

* * * *

“Cory Cumberland?” It was a question, but the man knew who I was. He was tall and solid, standing straight and proud, all squared out and with a buzz cut, looking squared away and in control—and just a bit dangerous—even though he must be in his early fifties. He was dressed expensively but giving the aura that he was more comfortable in army fatigues and combat boots.

I was sitting in the lobby bar of the Hive Hotel, on Virginia Avenue, two blocks from the State Department in Washington, D.C., where I was being briefed to fly out with a delegation liaising with an ASEAN conference in Jakarta, Indonesia. I had been instructed to wait in this bar for a meet and greet with the man who was supposed to be my controller in a new job.

“That’s me,” I said, as the man sat down across from me at the table. “Mr. Winterberry?”

“Yes. Sam Winterberry. I head the Agency’s Candy Store Unit. I trust you’ve been briefed on what we do and what you are being offered to join us.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then I suppose we should go directly to the initiation. You have a room here, don’t you?”

“Yes, I’m booked here while on temporary assignment to State. But initiation?”

“If you were told about the Candy Store Unit, you were told how I keep my people in line.”

“I thought that was a joke,” I said.

“It was no joke. You were recruited because you are randy and can’t get enough of it and because you have all the qualifications that makes for good male candy combined with a plausible background that will give you great cover for what we need. If you are going to join the unit, we’re going up to your room and I’m going to fuck the shit out of you. You will become my sex slave. I understand that you easily fell under the spell of a leading man in Cyprus. I’m going to be your leading man now.” He stood up from the table. “Shall we?”

“Yes, sir,” I said, standing. I shuddered, but this was exactly what I melted to.

1.

Michael was a guy I met through work, and one I liked instantly. My company did some contract work with his, helping to assess some losses and to make recommendations for improvements. He worked remotely, flying into town every few weeks to be on-site, and we hit it off in the way you sometimes do at work. There were times we’d look across a meeting at each other like we were the only sane two people in the room. He was a few years younger than me, about 35, a natural jock, and had a resonant voice and laugh. He had that easy way some guys have of getting through life, confident, affable and good looking.  

We’d gab during lulls, and sometimes grab lunch together. We were both married, and sometimes would joke about our spouses and domestic lives. He and his wife liked theater and travel and food and the music of Prince. My husband and I loved to travel and were into every cuisine, so we had things in common. We’d both done well professionally, and both had overall happy relationships, acknowledging the rough patches in every marriage.

My husband Rick and I had been together for 12 years, as many of those years legally married as the law would allow. We got together in our late 20s, which I thought gave us better odds at long term success. We’d both had some youthful misadventures already, and knew ourselves pretty well by then. I headed up risk management and thought that way. Rick started an artisanal bread bakery and ran the business, which was financially marginal, but he loved it so he kept at it.

Though we were nearing 40, we were pretty damn fit. I was a runner and he liked lifting, so it was convenient that we both prioritized time for those activities, but nice because we felt no competition with each other. Rick likes to joke that I’m not competitive as long as I’m winning, and he has a point.

Our marriage was monogamous, mostly. To say more, I was content with monogamy, and Rick conformed. As the years went on we had sex less often, even though I thought he was still hot as fuck. To be honest, I sometimes have a hard time being close to people, even when I want to be. 

What seemed to take the edge off was to occasionally bring in a third party, carefully chosen by me, to get Rick off. I think he enjoyed it, and I tolerated it, thankful I could moderate my misgiving about the whole thing by keeping some control. We agreed that it would be a person and timing of my choosing, with Rick’s okay, and we put some other rules in place as well. I thought it was better to acknowledge the risks and manage them, than to let them go unaddressed.  

We did this rarely, but somehow it came to make up most of our sex life. It was a weak spot for us, but honestly things were so good with us in every other way, and it was so hard to talk about that we just went on that way.

With Rick’s 40th birthday approaching I thought he might be feeling a little squirrely. He had nothing to worry about. He was a compact guy, 5’9”, boyishly adorable with curly dark hair and creamy skin. And he had a great body, wth a beautiful chest and ass. I do like my T&A. No one would guess he was 40, because he made 40 look amazing.

I suspected Michael’s relationship might have some flexibility of its own. He intimated to me that he’d hoped to get a little something during his stay, so one day over lunch I flat out asked. He and his wife had an agreement that they both could have something outside the marriage, but only out of town, only with someone they didn’t both know, no emotions entanglements, and no talk of it back home. 

I was reminded of Alexander Dumas who wrote that the chain of marriage is so heavy it takes two to bear it, sometimes three.

“Well, if you ever feel like something different,” I began, but stopped at his startled expression.

“Jonathan, I like you, but…”

“Oh God,” I gasped. “Not me! Well, not directly. My husband. Every now and then I bring someone in for him.” 

I pulled out my phone to show Michael a photo. 

“He’s cute,” Michael said, which was true. “Nice smile.” Also true. And he was impulsive, which I was not. 

“Oh God, look at this,” I laughed, flipping to a photo Rick had DMed me about a month ago of his chest and flat belly with a ring in one nipple. “He’s turning 40 and I think he’s a little freaked out. He just got his tit pierced one day and this is how he let me know, with a selfie.”

The truth was my feelings were hurt when he did that. He has such great tits I feel a little protective of them. But I didn’t like to admit to my hurts – I have reasons – so I made light of it.

“He’s really fit,” Michael said, and I felt a little proud that he noticed.

It was extraordinarily unlike me to blur the lines between work and home, especially on such a sensitive matter. But I’d run some quick calculations. Michael was in his mid thirties and settled himself, not likely to go rogue. He lived out of town, so if things got weird there’d be distance. And he was straight, for God’s sake, and had a wife. It was risky from a work perspective, but no more for me than him, so we both had skin in the game. 

And if I’m being honest, Michael was just so hot. He was a big guy, a couple inches taller than me at 6’1”, and seriously built. You could easily tell even through his professional outfits that he had a big chest and shoulders, and an amazing ass. It seemed to me he and Rick could look great together, with their size difference and their different complexions. If I had to share my husband, it seemed I ought to get something out of it.

“I’ve never been with a guy, and it might be a little too weird for me,” he said. “But thanks for the offer though.” He paused. “Jonathan, I have to ask, this isn’t a black thing, right?”

“What? No. Oh no. Not at all. I just thought you might hit it off and would look good together. And I thought I could trust you.”

All his life, Michael explained, he’d gotten propositions that he felt were because he fit some fetish, with the whole “big black cock” thing, and some gay guys’ fantasies about being dominated by black men.

I tried to laugh it off, saying I’m really not into being dominated anyway, which didn’t surprise him at all. I’m well liked at work, protective of my team, but I knew I had a reputation for a vindictive streak when crossed or pushed too far, and he’d seen glimpses of it. 

The truth was a little more complicated. Rick did have a thing for black guys. I never thought it was a fetish. He was never weird about it, and was never exclusively into black guys. I wasn’t black, after all, and for whatever reasons was attracted to me, at least enough to marry me.

Michael and I checked out, and it seemed no harm done. But as he was leaving to head to the airport, he asked if I could send that photo to his personal phone.

“The tit ring?” I asked, and he nodded.

2.

It was two weeks later when Michael called, and to be honest I was just expecting to talk business.

“So I was thinking,” he said, “about the other thing we discussed. That was a generous offer. And I might have been too quick to decline.”

I felt myself bone up at the thought of seeing Michael that way, but played it cool.

He’d be in town the next week, and wondered if we could arrange something for Friday night, as he’d be heading back home on Saturday.

I’d see what I could do, I told him, but I was certain we had a deal. He was so good looking, and Rick hadn’t had anyone in a long time. And there was some special thrill in getting a straight guy which I’m not proud of but it’s true.

When Rick and I met we were both truly vers, and technically still were. But by habit Rick had become more of a bottom, and me more of a top, even though we both enjoyed it all. That was part of what drew us together in the first place..

It was a little like how he came to do all the cooking and yard work, even though I could do both and enjoyed them. He was just better at those things, and leaned in on them. That’s another thing about Rick. He could do anything at either extreme. He was an amazing cook but also lifted like a pro, and figured out how to remodel the basement. 

And I’d be the first to admit I had no practical skills at all. I was good at anticipating and planning and I could talk a good game, but thinking was most of what I did. And if I thought long enough about a problem I’d figure it out, most of the time. All of that made me pretty good at my job, but at home I tended to the household technology and paying bills. 

I told Rick about Michael over dinner, asking if he was interested. I even found Michael’s photo on his corporate page. “He’s very handsome,” I said.

“He is,” Rick agreed. 

His photo did him justice. He had a deep caramel complexion, a shaved head, not due to baldness because he had a solid shadow on his scalp, and a very light, trimmed beard on a good masculine jawline.

Rick didn’t need a lot of encouragement. So we settled on a plan.

After his meetings, Michael came to our place. It was disorienting having a work acquaintance in my house, having maintained pretty strict boundaries, but it seemed a little late in the game to be uptight about that.

We had a light dinner, which of course included some of Rick’s artisanal bread. None of the three of us ate much, maybe in anticipation for what was to come. But we had a good talk, some laughs, and shared notes on our respective trips to Rome. But the whole time I was watching them size each other up, feeling for chemistry.

When Rick went to the bathroom, Michael turned to me with a big grin. 

“I’m in,” he said.

“Good,” I replied.

As we agreed, I followed Rick to the bedroom, taking a seat where I’d have a good view. If I wanted I could jerk off. I could ask them to do something, or to stop doing something, if I wanted. But otherwise the time would be theirs together. I don’t know if my resentment or arousal was more stimulating.

Rick looked so beautiful to me in the dimly lit room, belly down on our bed, head on his crossed arms and his pale ass hiked up. I was equal parts turned on and anxious, but we were in it now.

Michael came in next, and took off his shirt and pants, setting them on a chair in the corner. He was even more built than I’d expected, like a bodybuilder almost, but with a bit of a firm, masculine belly, and a light spread of hair on his chest. He slid his black boxer briefs down, and I couldn’t help but be impressed. He had a hefty dick, I guessed 8 inches and change at near full erection, and big balls. I had to check my breathing as he climbed into our bed.

These things were a challenge for me, and the hotter the guy I invited in, the more difficult, because my arousal and anxiety paralleled each other every time. Michael probably topped the charts.

Rick started by checking out Michael’s hefty cock, first with his hand and then his mouth, sucking it and covering it with spit to lube it for his throat. “Oh fuck yeah,” Michael whispered, caressing Rick’s head.

I was quite erect myself. But I didn’t touch myself yet. 

Rick was a gifted cocksucker, and he shared his gift with Michael, working his cock diligently, pulling Michael down on his ass so he could get that big prick in his throat at different angles. He wasn’t shy about gagging on it, or the copious mucous it took to deep throat it.

“Jesus Christ,” Michael groaned, like a man who’d not often had his cock serviced like this, and I didn’t think there were many who could do such an able job. His caresses of Rick’s head gradually became more assertive, holding Rick’s head down while he forced his erection into his throat. “Fucking suck it,” I heard him grunting, pumping his hips into Rick’s face, and I became worried he might cum when there was still more to do.

“Why don’t you fuck him now?” I asked, but it wasn’t really a question.

Michael was reminded of my presence, and to be honest looked a little disappointed to take his cock out of Rick’s mouth. When he did, his big cock looked meaty, and glistened with my husband’s saliva.

Rick sat up, wiping his mouth on his forearm, and face to face Michael kissed him with an intensity that took me aback. But I could see why. A guy who hasn’t had really good head usually is taken aback by the intensity of it, and even guys who don’t like to kiss lose it at that point, with pretty big feelings for the mouth that gave them that kind of pleasure.

After a few minutes Rick said, “I’m ready,” and turned around on elbows and knees, ass up.

Good man, Rick. 

I knew this meant he’d cleaned himself out, and lubed inside and out. We agreed earlier that some of the potentially messy logistics might be off putting for a straight guy, and we both wanted this to be pleasurable for Michael.

But if Michael had any squeamishness, it didn’t slow him down. He pulled up behind Rick and slid his cock up and down Rick’s crack, and then aimed for his hole. He began the long sink into him, watching it enter as Rick guided him with words and gasps, telling Michael when to go slow, when to hold and when to go deeper. But as he inevitably would, Michael soon enough had his full length and girth inside my husband.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, resting his hands on Rick’s hips to begin a rolling fuck. His cock slid nearly out and all the way back in with – for him – ease. Of course it was harder on Rick. I could hear his moans as he worked to accommodate the monster cock that must have been stretching him to the core. But he took it, and I could tell he enjoyed it.

Michael fucked him at different angles, getting the hang of plowing a muscular man’s ass rather than whatever he was used to, and he was a quick study.

“Can you get on your back?” Michael asked, but I stopped them.

“On his belly,” I said. 

I suppose my resentment was piqued, because as turned on as I was I was jealous too. They were enjoying each other about as much as I was comfortable with, and they didn’t need to be face to face too. And I knew with a bigger dick it was easier for Rick to take it from behind anyway. I assured myself I was doing him a favor.

Rick got on his belly and Michael entered him again, faster this time. He had a sense of what Rick could take, and was less restrained in giving it to him. He fucked harder now, up on his elbows at first, and then as he got more into it just on Rick’s back, his hips slamming, all his muscles working together like magic. I could hear Rick groaning, getting lost in his prostate being pounded, like I thought he would in this position.

“I’m gonna cum,” Michael gasped, and I began to work my dick, using some well placed lube.

“Fuck me,” pleaded Rick, sliding a hand down to his own cock, even as it was pummeled into the mattress. Michael had that humping action going on in his back, like dogs mating, and when I heard him call out, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK” I knew he was cumming.

My own cock spewed, the hot white stiff running down my pumping fist as I watched my husband get pounded.

Even when Michael was done with his load, he continued to grind into Rick’s ass who was working his own cock furiously. He spasmed and came with Michael’s semi still lodged in him.

When Michael pulled out of Rick his cock, even having cum, looked hefty and inflamed. He flopped onto his back, covered in sweat, his breathing hard but easing.

“Oh my God,” he sighed. “That was… intense.”

He ran his fingers over Rick’s skin affectionally, and kissed him. I joined them and for the first time kissed Michael myself. His tongue was strong and aggressive in my mouth.

Michael left after showering, and we hugged him at the door.

In a freshly made bed Rick and I snuggled and spoke.

“That was amazing,” he said.

“You looked beautiful,” I told him. “It was so hot seeing him get off in you.”  It was all true, but not the whole truth. 

I cupped his ass and felt my own cock stir and wondered about asking to get in him, but he seemed so content already, so we slept.

3.

It was another two weeks when Michael called to say he’d be in town, and could we get together again.

I understood by we he meant Rick.

I was uncertain. We didn’t do repeats, as a rule. But the first time had been quite something, and Rick’s birthday was coming up. It could be a surprise early gift. I fought my misgivings, and won, I thought.

I told him the time to come over, and this time I didn’t suggest dinner. I didn’t see the need to feed him before he fucked my husband. That had been a social nicety last time, and we could now get right to business.

I let Rick know I hoped he’d be prepped for a fuck when I got home, but I didn’t mention a guest. This was a little outside our rules, but when I showed up with Michael, Rick seemed happily surprised.

They kissed and undressed in the living room, and I pulled my pants off, taking a seat to watch.

Michael sat on the sofa and let Rick service his big cock. In the better lit living room I could see even better how Rick worked that big veiny erection, while Michael ran his big hands over his smooth pale back, pulling Rick’s head down to meet his thrusts, saying “Yeah baby, suck that cock.” It was unsettling, to be honest.

“How did you want it today?” I asked Michael.

“Like this is pretty good,” Michael said, indicating his seated position.  

Rick stood on the sofa, feet on either side of Rick and lowered himself, letting Michael guide his cock to his slicked hole. He got the head in and Rick continued to settle down on it. It took some effort, but Rick knew his stuff. And they were at least a little more familiar with each other, and could read each other’s cues.

Rick let himself rest when he had Michael’s whole towering cock in him, letting his insides adjust and finding his best position to fuck himself on it. Michael helped by thrusting up as he could in that position, running his hands over Rick’s body, and even grabbing at his dripping dick between their bellies. 

Michael wrapped his lips around one of Rick’s pink nipples, sucking it, and then the other, with the piercing. He darted his tongue around it, caught the bar in his teeth and pulled lightly, making Rick gasp.

I cleared my throat. Michael turned to me, even while he was pumping into Rick. 

“Brother, you showed it to me. I had to.”

I murmured and jerked my cock faster. “I want you to cum in him.” I actually was ready for him to be done.

Rick hugged Michael’s head to his chest and let our guest thrust his massive cock up into him,  while Michael mouthed Rick’s tit. I could hear the clapping against Rick’s ass increase in speed and volume, and then a loud groan as Michael came, shooting straight up into Rick like a geyser.  

Rick stroked his cock frantically. Already agitated by the friction between their bodies, he came quickly onto Michael’s belly and chest.

“Oh fuck,” groaned Michael, near laughing between kisses on Rick’s chest. “That was so hot.”

I watched as his semi slid out of my husband, lube covered and dripping cum onto my floor.

I stood up and came to Rick’s back. I thought his ass would be so easy to enter, fucked and lubed and with Michael’s load probably still hot in him. I shot a volley of cum on his ass and back, while he was still on Michael’s lap.

I hadn’t been in Rick for a very long time.

4.

I felt we were done with Michael, though of course I’d keep a professional relationship. Once was good, twice was taking a chance, but three times was getting into high risk territory, in my opinion.

I did genuinely like him, and I liked my life with Rick. There was no reason to not keep both, if separately.

That’s why I was so surprised to come home only a week later to find Michael there, with Rick of course.

“I didn’t know you were in town,” I said, flatly.

“I thought I’d surprise you,” he said, cheerfully.

“Well. I am,” I replied, less than hospitably. “Surprised.”

Michael wanted Rick to blow him again.

“I need to get better acquainted with that throat,” he said, patting my husband’s face as Rick swallowed his cock. He must have been getting the best head of life because he looked like he was going to lose it so many times. But he was saving himself for some ass.

This time he fucked Rick on his back, face to face, my husband’s legs pulled back by his own hands as Michael humped into him, kissing him. It was the first thing I’d said no to. And I could still say no again, in theory. I could have called for no kissing at all. 

But by now they had done this three times and the intimacy was there, and I’d look like a bad sport. Or a jealous scorned husband, which I was.

Michael’s hips whipped into Rick’s ass, as my husband begged for more, and I have to admit that for all my anxiety and anger, it was a sight to behold. Michael was made to fuck, and I could hardly hold it against Rick that he enjoyed it.

After Michael came he kissed Rick for a long time, while my husband jerked off, and so did I, across the room.

When it was done I walked Michael out.

“Hey,” I said. “I don’t want to be weird about this, but I think this has gone on long enough. I’d like you not to come over again.”

“I would, brother,” he said, clapping my back with his hand. “But that ass. I’m not sure I could stop if I wanted to. And I don’t.”

I was speechless. 

He got into his car, started it, and drove off. In my head I could hear him adding, “I don’t know if I’ll ever be.”

Inside I spoke with Rick.

“It’s just sex,” Rick said. “Which you don’t even want to have with me anyway.” He was so wrong. “If it bothers you why don’t you forbid it?”

Of course I wanted to have sex with him. Sometimes I’d jerk off thinking about him, like some horny teenager. And I sure as fucked wanted to forbid what was happening. But how could I admit to these things? It would be admitting I lost. And to what end? If this is what they both wanted, I could only frustrate their desires, not reverse them. And worse still, what if I forbade it and it happened anyway? How humiliated did I have to be?

I could tell when I was in a power balance shift, having come out on top of a few, and I could see where this would go, as clearly and inevitably as striking a match results in a flame.  Michael would start showing up without my being home, without me even knowing. They’d fuck, with Michael getting more assertive, learning how far he could go with a muscle bottom like Rick. I’d be marginalized, and the last remnants of intimacy I still had with my husband would be snuffed like a candle being blown out.

When I was a kid the hardest thing about raising me was there was no way to punish or threaten me, because there wasn’t anything I wasn’t willing to give up. I knew even then that if I cared too much about anything I’d be at risk. So the adults in my life could take anything and I’d surrender it. But at long last I’d found the thing I couldn’t give up, and I could feel it being pried from my grasp.

“This isn’t just sex,” I insisted, not that sex alone was inconsequential. I had feelings about that. “You’re starting to have a relationship. You have your own intimacy with him, and without me.”

I admit that in the heat of the moment I thought for half a second of hiring someone to beat Michael, or even kill him. Ridiculous stuff. I even thought of fighting him, which could only end in me being the one beaten.

I’d been so cautious since childhood, and the one time I relaxed and acted emotionally I invited every bad thing I’d feared into my carefully planned life. And I did it without any influence other than my own arrogance that I’d reached a position in which I couldn’t be hurt.

I should have just held Rick. It’s what he would have done. But I didn’t have his gift for the physical. I only knew words, so he responded in kind.

“I thought this is what you wanted,” Rick said. “You invited him. You gave him my photo. Jonathan, I feel like you baited him with me, but now I’m to blame for it. You’re the one with a plan for everything. What did you expect to happen?”

Well. Not this. But it was a good question.

5.

I called Michael. I’d done a lot of thinking since his last visit, I told him, and hoped he’d come over on his next trip to town.  As a matter of fact he’d like that, he replied, so we scheduled something.

He showed up on time, as handsome as ever, and more comfortable in our home.

We went to the bedroom, where Rick was already in bed, naked. I asked Michael to have a seat in the very chair where I’d first watched him fuck Rick’s ass. There was a bottle of lube on the side table, as there was that night.

I sat on the edge of the bed and unbuttoned my shirt.

“I think you both know I was pretty unhappy with things last time we were all together,” I said. “I’ve done a lot of thinking and there’s a few things I need to say. And if at the end of it, you two are a thing, then that’s how it is.”

Michael was attentive, and Rick listened from behind me.

“First of all, I realize that in the way things happen in marriage, I let some things slide. I used to love to cook, and now I don’t even know where we keep the flour. That became Rick’s thing. And it was like that with the libido in our relationship too. He’s good at everything physical, and I have issues. So I let him own that for the both of us. It wasn’t a plan, but it was a mistake.” I looked at Rick. “And I’m sorry.”

I stripped off my shirt. And I’m not built anything like Michael, or even Rick. I’m long and slim, and I used to be so self conscious about how thin I was that it hurt. But for almost 40 I look pretty great. I like my chest hair, even the gray hairs that have turned up recently. I like my waist and my flat belly. They look good, and I earned them.

“Rick, I know I don’t say what I want enough for you. I never felt secure enough to do that. But I try so hard to be a good husband. I put it into work, mostly, and I know we like all the things that buys us, like our house and our trips, and just feeling secure… your personal trainer. Excellent work there, by the way. Please keep it up.”

I felt like crying a little bit, but instead stood up to drop my pants and briefs. I have long runner’s legs that never fail me, no matter what I ask of them, which is a lot. And I have a good sized cock that I’ve maybe ignored of late. Just the same, when I get back in bed behind Rick, my dick goes hard like a champion.

“And it’s not your bakery paying for those things, because buddy, I know the books, and the profits wouldn’t feed a family of mice, especially if you actually paid yourself like you should.” I teased his hole with the crown of my cock, tracing the lubed exterior and nudging just in and out of him. “But we all undervalue ourselves sometimes, right? And I don’t even care if it makes a penny, because it’s your passion project, and I love you and I want you to be happy.” 

He turned to look at me, and it seemed like we were okay. Fuck, his capacity to just accept whatever I threw at him was amazing.

I let the head press into him and begin to slide the rest in. I’d prepped his ass myself earlier, and it’s smooth and slick with lube. I glide slowly in and out, letting Rick push back to get most, but not all, of my dick into him. God, it feels so good.

I turn to Michael and say “This time you get to watch, brother.”

It was distracting to talk while I slow fucked Rick’s ass and waves of pleasure washed over me. But I’m a good talker, when I need to be, and there was a lot still to say.

“You’re a fuck machine,” I told Michael. “But there’s a few things you missed.

“Like the way you just showed up and got inside Rick? That takes preparation, at least if you want him to take it the way he does. I took that time while you were on your way here today. I lubed him and fingered him – unf, fuck, this is good –  with so much patience and care I had practically a hand up there, and he fucking loved it. He was leaking precum like a hose, and I didn’t even have my pants off.”

I dropped onto my elbows to get into Rick from an even better angle for him to buck up to my hips, fucking himself on my cock, or as much of it as I let him have.

“Rick – oh God – didn’t even used to like this,” I said as Rick’s ass milked my cock. “He tolerated it. But one day we got into a fight, and when I was make-up fucking him, he said it was like something opened up in him, and it was like a straight shot from my dick to everything that felt good. And he’s loved it ever since. You could say I know where his buttons are – uuuuuunh – because I installed them.”

(I still remembered that moment vividly, and the way his mouth opened and his eyes pleaded with me, when getting fucked turned really good, and it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.)

I turned Rick on his side, one leg under me and the other over my thigh. As I fucked into him I could see his cock, about the same length as mine but thicker, bounce against his belly with every one of my thrusts into him.

“You like that buddy boy?” I asked Rick, and he grunted his approval.

I let Rick roll onto his back, and took a break from fucking him to suck his cock, which fit into my throat like it was tailor made for it, swalowing him while I breathed through my nose. I’m a runner and have good control like that.

When his cock was good and teased I spread his legs and pushed them back so I could shove my tongue into his ass, which he always loved.  “Lube tastes like shit,” I said to Michael, my lips smeared with it. “But the ass is fantastic.”

I pushed my cock into him again, pulled out and slid in again a few times to whet his desire for more, and he was just about where I wanted.

“Rick had to jerk off every time you were with him, and there’s nothing wrong with that,” I said, noting that Michael had unzipped and was doing just that, with his magnificent beautiful cock. “But… well, let me show you..” 

I started pounding harder. Rick’s groans and writhing hips told me I was on target, so I took his hands and pinned them up over his head, away from his own erection, and gave him most of my mine, watching his cock oozing precum bounce against his belly.

“The thing is, you’re a piledriver, which I’m not – uuunh – but I do have some – fuck I’m close – finesse.”

I spied a strand of milky white in Rick’s precum, like one of those glass marbles, and I knew he was ready. I finally gave him that extra inch I’d been holding back, that his ass maybe forgot I had. But I did. And trust me, when I hit his prostate he felt it. I flooded his ass with my load as my dick fucked a load of hot cum out of him, from deep in his ass, through his cock and onto his chest and belly, his hands locked in my grip above his head. 

So yeah, I do withhold part of myself, probably too often. But in the end I’m there 100%.

I gave Rick a slow grind, kissing him until his hands-free cum had all been sapped out. He’s a great kisser, which maybe I don’t say enough, because his tit and ass game is so strong.

I turned to see Michael pumping his cock, and Jesus Christ, he looked so good. It was no wonder I was so into him. He jerked out a load that poured over his fist and down his balls.

I pulled out of Rick and grabbed the towels I’d laid out in anticipation. I used one myself and tossed another to Rick, to wipe off. And then I sat again on the edge of the bed, between them. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed that,” I said. “But we all need to get a few things straight.

“This whole thing got out of hand, and that’s on me, not on either of you. I invited it, I allowed it. I gave you both every reason to think it was acceptable enough to me to put up with. But it’s not.”

I turned to my husband first. 

“Rick, I let you think I didn’t want you. But I do. Sometimes I want to fuck you so bad I can hardly think straight, and I wait for it to pass. It’s not that I don’t want you, it’s that it’s so big and scary how much I do that all I can do to protect myself is shy away from it. So I really fucked that up. I’m so sorry.

“I love you so much, and if you want an open relationship I guess you can find one. But it’s not going to be with me. My heart’s just not built for it. I can do more to be a better husband, but I can’t do that, and I won’t. And this thing here with the three of us is done, now, at least my part in it is.”

Rick curled up behind me and rested his head on my back. He could always say so much more with a touch than I could with all my words. We’d have a lot to sort out later, but at least I told him how I felt. 

I turned to face Michael. 

“And Michael. I like you. I genuinely do. And I owe you some apologies.

“I think maybe I invited you in because I needed something to shake me out of my complacency. Or because I had a thing for you – still do, to be honest – so I have to own that. I let Rick be the proxy for my desire, and then I felt excluded by my own design. And maybe I did have some ‘big black cock’ thing. I hope not, but I’m as messed up as anyone. Usually more. So for however I used you, consciously or not, I’m truly sorry.

“But also, if you ever disrespect me or my family again in my own home, I will retaliate.

“I could tell you that I’ve identified every error you and your team have made that have cost your employer millions. It’s ordinary shit, you actually do a great job. But I can paint a picture that will make your job obsolete faster than you can blink. I could tell you I’ll be talking with your wife, because no matter what your arrangement is, I don’t think she’d be too okay with you having regular helpings of the best ass on the west coast.”

I reached behind me, to pat Rick.

“I have other ideas too. Contingencies on contingencies that I won’t even warn you about, in case I ever need them. But I don’t want to do any of those things. I’m so, so tired of even thinking of them.

“But the point is, if you try to take anything from me that I care about, I will fight you, and I will win.

“I’d rather we just be men about it. And maybe friends. I’d like us to have a little grace.”

Michael nodded. “Fair enough.”

He agreed things had just gotten out of hand. I could see how. He’s just a person and he had his own shit to work out too, just like me. But we were good. All three of us.

There was one more thing I figured out that I couldn’t quite say that night. 

This is the thing about sex, for me.

I know other guys can just have it and move on. Hell, Michael said he couldn’t give up Rick’s ass, but then he did, without even a fight. I’m not made that way.

There are so many guys like Michael who are so hot I could put my head through a wall just to dull my desire. And I want every one of them to want me too. But I’m a man, not a boy, and I can choose what’s in me that I yield to and what I don’t.

For me sexual intimacy is incendiary. It’s like you strike a match and have this little flame, and it’s kind of a miracle it’s there at all. But if you’re not careful it can burn your house down. Or if you forget to feed it it can go out forever. It’s too dangerous and too precious at the same time. If it wasn’t both of those things, it wouldn’t matter so much.

It’s so overwhelming it makes my heart hurt sometimes. But I still want the flame, even with all the risks. And despite my many screw ups, I want to protect and nurture it, so it can keep us both safe and warm in our home, which, for me, is where it belongs.

Maybe I’ll find a way to say this to Rick. Or maybe he’ll find this someday and read it himself.

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