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I have been living in a nice condo complex for about a few years and live in a 2 bedroom 1 bathroom condo that I have paid in full. It’s also sound proof so when I have my music, movies etc at a high volume I won’t disturb others. About a couple months ago a handsome older man moved in. I went over to introduce myself and said Hello welcome to the neighborhood. he said thanks for the welcome. I was saying I’m Dave been living here for a few years now. He said name is Castor and new to the area. I asked him do you have a wife and kids etc. He said my wife passed away  10 years ago and been single ever since. I told him I am gay and  find elderly men handsome and I told him you are also good looking. He said thanks Dave. I told him I am 52 years of age and healthy. He said guess how old I am. I go k 85? he said Nope., I said 91 not quite he said.  Then he said Dave, I am 101 years young. I said well  over the years I had experiences with elderly men 65 to 94 years of age I never had an experience with a man 100 plus yet. He said  will you never know who you will find. true I said. Afterword’s I say hey lets hang out sometime, Sounds good he said. On and off we would get together at a local cafe for breakfast, lunch or dinner. go bowling etc. We ended up becoming the best of friends.  One morning I was waking up  did my quick workout  took a shower and had my breakfast I was in a clean pair of underwear shorts and a t shirt.  Around 11 am my  mobile rang and it was castor  Hi castor how are you. Very well Dave, he said. I Said I worked out showered earlier and he said Did the same. He asked Hey Dave you wanna stop by for lunch I said sure castor love to I can be there in an hour. He said Ok see you at noon. At noon I put on my sandals grabbed my phone wallet and keys and stepped outside  shut and locked the door. I walked down a few doors and came to Castor’s place and rang the bell. The door opened and castor  was there shirt shorts and walking around barefeet. Hi Castor great to see you again He said same here Davey.  I  sat down and he said  you can take off your sandals if you want. I  took them off and he said K lunch is ready. we sat at his table and he made  us  each a grilled  ham and cheese sandwhich with chips and  a can of lemon tea foreach of us. We ate a good lunch and then I helped him take dishes to the sink and he said I will get those later on. We sat on his sofa and started talking about different topics music food movies etc. Then Castor said  hey Dave, remember a while back you told me you had  sexual experiences with  older men from age 65 to 94 years old but not anyone 100 years or older?  I said yes. He said I know A nice guy over 100 years old that would love to please you. I asked ok who? He put his hand on my leg and said me Dave. I say Really?  Castor said yes Dave I have also had experiences with diffferent guys young and old  and I find you handsome and wanna make love to you. I would love that and I say I bet you are great for your age. He said Dave I’m  well endowed and my penis still gets hard 7.5 inches. He reached over  and  was rubbing  me and he said  feel me and  felt him and I go yes you are excited.  We kiss on his sofa and makeout and then  he said K Dave, let’s  go to my bedroom.  Sounds good I told him. We went into his bedroom and he pulled down the cover and blankets and we started to kiss and undress eachother We were  now standing naked  front of each other.  We were stroking each other and it was pure pasion. He said Davey I’m gonna show you how much our friendship means to me. He  genly laid me on the bed and got on top of me and kissed me with love. Castor you are a great kisser and having a man over 100 make love to me for the first time is amazing. He said yes   I am gonna please you well. he started to kiss me and  started to move down kissing me all over. He got down to my penis and  was first stroking it with his hands and said My mouth is about to give your  penis  some lovemaking and then he started to place his mouth on it and started to suck and blow. OH CASTOR THAT FEELS GOOD!! He kept it up for  a good 10 mnutes and then I knew it was about to hit I”M ALMOST THERE OHH GOD IM GONNA POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I  released my semen into his mouth and  he swallowed. Oh yes He said He laid on his back and said  K get  me ready. I sucked and blew  on his penis and got him hard. He said K  Dave, get your legs up, I did and first he was licking my anal area  and then he grabbed sone lube and lubed me up and got  me ready. He then rubbed some lube all  over his penis and said K Dave, I am now going to enter you and we are gonna have intercourse. I said I’m ready. He slowly inserted his 7.5 penis inside of me. OH YES YES He said yes I like that. He was going slow and first and started to pick up the pace and we were both moaning in excitment  He was going faster and faster and I was moaning. He  was going faster and the  bed started shaking  we were both moaning and then  at the top of my voice  I say OHHH CASTOR!!!!!!!!! OHHHH CASTOR! OH GOD!!!!!!! HE SAYS!!!!!!!!!! OHH DAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!  FASTER CASTOR!!!!!  I SAID FILL ME WITH YOUR SEED!!!!!!!!!! A  minute later he said  I’m gonna have a orgasam!!!!!! OHH YES OH YES!!!!!!!!!! OH GOD CASTOR!!!!!!!!!!! WE BOTH GO OHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH!!!!!!!! !!!!! OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AH OO!!!!!!!!!!! A G!!!!!!!!!! HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.  Then he fired his seed inside of me. we laid naked on hiis bed and fell asleep

Author’s Note: If you came here from previous chapters, you know I get a little wordy. While there is sex between the MCs on page in this chapter, the first 50% or so follows Adam making an unlikely friend—which is not a euphemism for sex—and watching one of Tyler’s lacrosse games.

If you’re new here, I do recommend starting Limerence at the beginning. This story is more plot heavy than some of my other stories on GayDemon and will be more enjoyable when read chronologically.

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Adam suspected at many points throughout the week that he was delusional. It was the most plausible explanation, because there was no way he was this fucking depressed over a one night stand.

He convinced himself that the best course of action would be to go observe the object of his preoccupation. Just to prove to himself that he was viewing their dalliance with rosy retrospection. He had full confidence in his theory.

That was how Adam Everett ended up at a high school lacrosse game on Friday night, dressed in his civilian attire–chucks, worn jeans, a hoodie with the school’s colors, and a black baseball cap pulled low. He was optimistic that he wouldn’t stand out, but his hopes were dashed when he heard someone call his name.

Adam looked around for whoever had been trying to get his attention, only to find none other than Charlotte Madden, Tyler’s mother. Fuck.

“Dr. Madden!” Adam greeted cheerfully. “Nice to see you.”

“You as well,” Dr. Madden replied, scaling the bleachers with the ease; Adam had clambered up slowly after almost losing his life on the third row. “And please, call me Lottie.”

“Lottie,” Adam corrected, though he would be hard-pressed to adhere to that request while burdened with his own guilty conscience. 

“If you stand, I’ll share my blanket,” she said, smiling. Tyler must have gotten his dimples from her, as well as his coloring since they shared the same bronze skin, brown eyes, and thick brown hair, most likely at least part Mediterranean or Middle Eastern.

He stood up and she spread the blanket out, directing him to sit in the center so they could use the outsides to cover their legs. Adam was surprised at her friendliness. She’d never been particularly standoffish, but their interactions had been limited to seeing each other in passing around the neighborhood or functions they were required to attend as educators.

It was a bit troubling, looking at Lottie and realizing that he was closer in age to her than her son. In his mind, they were both too young to have an adult child. It was like Adam felt both ancient and juvenile. Exhausted but inexperienced.

“I didn’t know you liked lacrosse,” Lottie said once she’d settled in. She pulled a flask out of the pouch in her hoodie, and Adam fought an amused smile. “I would have asked you to join me and my husband at one of Tyler’s games.”

Adam was surprised and touched at her sincerity. “Oh, I’ve never watched before.” He’d googled the rules after making the last minute decision to come see a game, but it was like someone explaining a movie from the middle and then referencing things that happened before without context. “Veronica says I don’t get out enough, but most people my age who aren’t married go to clubs on the weekends, and that’s not really my thing. Figured I’d try something new.”

Players entered the field, and Adam’s eyes locked onto Tyler like a beacon. In his defense, he was hard to miss; he was one of the tallest on the team, and he carried more muscle than average at his age. He also walked with a grace and confidence that was utterly foreign to Adam. Tyler was in his element out on that field.

“It’s an exciting game. I can’t say I love that my kid plays contact sports, but I’m just grateful that Ty’s not playing football anymore.”

Adam was doing his best to pay attention to Dr. Madden’s words, but it was difficult when most of his brainpower was going towards forcing himself to look away from Tyler. The team was doing a warmup, and Tyler and a few other guys were doing hip openers, that basically looked like he was humping the ground in a lunge position.

Adam felt blood rush to his cock as he was accosted by the memory of that powerful body pleasuring him, controlling him, worshiping him. Picking him up and pinning him down like he weighed nothing. Chasing him up the stairs with a feral grin on his face.

Tyler’s face was in a neutral mask as he chatted with his teammates, his warmup the same difficulty level as Adam’s actual workouts.

“So this is his last season playing lacrosse?” Adam asked.

“Nope, he’s playing at college in the fall,” she said with a proud grin. “The university offered him a full athletic scholarship.”

Adam’s brows lifted in surprise. The university was already selective, but athletic scholarships were particularly hard to come by. “That’s amazing. He must be formidable on the field.”

“He is.” Her lips twisted and brow furrowed in a typical worried parent expression. “Not all of the games are violent, but this one likely will be since the schools are rivals. Sometimes they treat it like a death match.”

Adam fought a smile at the phrasing, finding it unlikely that a high school boys’ lacrosse game was going to get out of hand–they had rules in place to protect the players–but he was not laughing when, a few minutes later, the whistle went off and the two players at face-off competed for the ball. He could only describe it as wrestling combined with staff fighting, and they were using their sticks and upper bodies to push each other away from the ball.

“Is that legal?” Adam asked in fascinated horror and a little secondhand embarrassment. Tensions were already high, parents and local supporters in the stands were already yelling excitedly, encouraging the two duking it out for the upper hand. 

“Yep,” Dr. Madden replied with an ironic curve to her lips, as riveted by the action on the field as he was. It was almost spooky how the rest of the players stood stock still like runners waiting for the starting gun.

Finally, the player for the home team broke away with the ball, running like Jack Sparrow in Pirates of the Caribbean. A laugh escaped Adam, half in excitement and half at the absurd picture the kid made. As if on cue–one that Adam clearly missed–the rest of the field exploded into action.

The next hour and a half provided more excitement and entertainment than Adam had experienced in a long time, not including the time spent with Tyler one on one. Despite not knowing the rules, watching Tyler play felt like a privilege. He was beautiful to watch, confident, serious, calculating. He seemed to anticipate moves before they were made, he created space for passes and wasn’t a ball hog. 

There was something about watching someone do something they were really good at that got the blood flowing, and Adam was grateful for the blanket Dr. Madden provided, though he sometimes forgot himself and jumped from the seat in his enthusiasm. Blessedly, no one seemed to notice, they were all too busy watching the battle taking place on the field.

Seriously, something as simple as Tyler flicking the ball to another player while he wasn’t even looking in their direction did something to Adam’s libido. He was ready to throw himself at the man.

It didn’t help that Dr. Madden was sharing nips off the flask she’d brought. Adam’s nerves got the best of him, and he ended up taking more nips off the flask than he’d intended. He and Lottie were giggling drunkenly together, giving their own commentary on the game, and Adam was having more fun than he’d had in a long time.

Tyler took a lot of hits during the game, and anytime they were hard enough that he went down, he rolled to his feet like nothing happened and threw himself back in the game.

When someone used their stick to trip Tyler, however, Adam and Lottie booed belligerently, along with a few of the other home team supporters. Still, Tyler was a machine, and he kept going.

Adam was here in order to prove to himself that Tyler wasn’t worth obsessing over and that he was being irrational and immature. Unfortunately, it was having the opposite affect, and Adam feared that he was worse off than before, because now he felt like more of a fan than a potential romantic partner. There were some very attractive and more age appropriate people here holding up signs for, and cheering on, the younger man. How could Adam compete?

Tyler slammed into the turf hard, and he was still working on forcing air back into his lungs when Hurley jogged over and gave him a hand, hoisting him to his feet. He gave him a few supportive pats on the back. “That was dirty, but the ref says he didn’t see it.”

“S’fine,” Tyler mumbled, catching eyes with the bastard who took him out. The guy smirked, and Tyler bared his teeth in a smile. He had the sense to look uneasy. Pussy.

“No fouls,” Hurley warned.

“Never that,” Tyler agreed, not without sarcasm. He had to admit, he’d been hotheaded when he first joined the team as a freshman, but he kept a tight lid on it these days.

A few minutes later, Tyler checked the guy who swept his legs illegally, and he went down hard enough that he had to be subbed out.

No fouls.

The game just got dirtier from there.

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By the end of the game, Adam and Lottie were best friends. They’d spent the duration of the game cheering–mostly for Tyler–gossiping about their colleagues, and discussing books they’d been reading or what teaching tools they’d implemented recently. It was nice.

“We should go to college games together,” he said animatedly. Or maybe Lottie had said it and he’d been agreeing; he couldn’t remember.

They weren’t stumbling, exactly, but their arms kept bumping until they eventually just walked shoulder to shoulder towards the locker rooms. Adam couldn’t remember what they were doing there, just that he’d agreed to accompany Lottie.

Adam wasn’t much of a drinker, so while he wasn’t drunk, he didn’t have much practice keeping a lid on his chattiness and exuberance whilst tipsy. There was a palpable giddiness to the crowd since the home team won, and it was contagious.

Tyler emerged from the locker room with a few of his teammates with a gym bag slung over his shoulder. He looked cozy in gray sweats and a hoodie, backwards cap on his head. Adam’s breathing grew quicker, and he felt a longing so intense it almost took him to his knees.

Tyler broke away from the group to approach them, and Adam seriously began to regret joining Lottie.

Tyler smiled at his mom and stepped into her offered hug, and Adam was envious of her ability to show him affection in public.

“You did great,” Lottie said, rocking her son back and forth. It was a sweet moment. Adam had trouble reconciling the man he knew with the boy Lottie saw.

He was so big. Definitely over six foot, definitely over two hundred pounds. He had stubble, his muscles had muscles, and his dick…woof. Adam remembered what his body felt like covering him, smothering him, pushing into him.

Adam fought the longing to invade the man’s space, to sniff at his neck like an addict seeking a hit.

Tyler had noticed Dr. Everett earlier, but he’d compartmentalized, the game too important to be distracted. Now, the desire hit him all at once, and he shifted his bag so it covered his semi. The professor was dressed down in streetwear, and Tyler looked forward to stripping him out of it. He’d expected his neighbor to stay away longer, but now that this opportunity presented itself, he was fully prepared to take advantage of it.

After all, there was only one reason for Dr. Everett to be here…

He missed him.

Tyler couldn’t tear his gaze away from Dr. Everett, and he smiled in a way that hopefully appeared more friendly than predatory. He wanted to eat the man up.

“Dr. Everett,” Tyler said, voice polite but friendly, if not a bit goading. “I don’t think I’ve seen you at a game before.” The professor’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, which made Tyler’s grin widen. “Not that I’m not happy to see you.”

Adam changed his mind. Tyler was the worst, and a total dick for calling him out in front of his mom.

“Dr. Everett’s trying something new,” Tyler’s mom said, patting Adam on the back supportively. “I think we might make a sports fan out of him yet.”

“It was exciting,” Dr. Everett admitted reluctantly. “If a bit violent.”

“That’s half the fun!” a voice said behind him. Hurley stepped up and slung his arm around Tyler’s shoulders. “Hi, Lottie.” His gaze settled on Dr. Everett. “Hi, I’m Hurley.” He reached a hand out to shake with the professor.

“Adam,” Dr. Everett said, returning the firm shake without missing a beat. It was funny watching him interact with the rest of the world. He was undeniably submissive when they were alone together. “Good game.”

“We’re going out to dinner,” Hurley said, eyes on Adam. “Do you want to join?”

Tyler didn’t react, though he felt like growling at him like a dog warning someone away from his favorite toy, then dragging the professor off to have his wicked way with him. 

“Uh, I can’t,” Adam said, side stepping the invitation. “I left my kids with the nanny.”

Hurley’s eyes widened. “Oh. How old are they?” he asked, fishing for information. Probably wondering how old he was.

Nosy. 

“Two and four,” Adam answered, having encountered this line of questioning before. “I’m thirty three.”

“Damn,” Hurley said, looking him up and down. “You single?”

Tyler pushed down a growl. “No.”

Adam’s eyes widened at Tyler, surprise mixed with confusion. “Uh, I’m married.”

Tyler leaned in and lowered his voice, glad that his mom had gotten distracted talking to some other parents. “Respectfully, if you don’t stop hitting on him, I will beat your ass.”

Hurly smirked.

Dr. Everett’s cheeks were flushed. “I’m gonna head out. It’s a long walk.”

Absolutely not, Tyler thought.

“I’ll drive you,” Tyler said, shrugging Hurley off. “See you later, Hurls.”

Hurley scowled at the nickname.

“You don’t have to do that,” Adam said as they fell into step; Tyler’s palm sat firmly on Adam’s lower back, guiding him towards Dr. Madden. “Honestly, I could probably drive, but I don’t want to risk it in case I get pulled over. Your mom brought a flask.”

Tyler grinned. “I’m sure she did.” His smile dropped when he added, “I’ll drive you home in your car and get a ride back tomorrow.”

Dr. Everett opened his mouth to argue, so Tyler cut him off, saying, “I have a parking pass so I won’t get towed.”

Adam sighed and let himself be guided by Tyler. His big hand felt like it was burning his back, and he wondered if they were walking too close, if they looked suspicious, but his tipsy brain couldn’t decipher if he was being paranoid or not. But the way the contact Made Adam shiver was a lot to process in and of itself. It was equal parts exciting and soothing, like a balm on a wound he hadn’t noticed festering. He liked being controlled in this way. Possessed.

Tyler was so calm, and Adam felt like he was about to explode out of his skin. He resented it.

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Tyler’s mom got out of the car with a tipsy finger wave and “toodaloo!” that made Adam, who had sobered quite a bit, snicker. “I love her.”

Tyler smiled, waiting for his mom to get inside before putting the car in reverse. His mom had insisted on riding in the back so Dr. Everett was already in the passenger seat. “I’m glad you two had fun.”

“A lot of fun,” Adam said. “You were amazing.”

Okay, maybe he was still a bit tipsy. Or maybe he just wanted to give Tyler an opening. He was feeling needy, so sue him. 

“Thanks,” Tyler said with a smirk that Adam would enjoy kissing from his face.

As he backed up, he put his hand on the passenger seat to look over his shoulder at his blind spot, and Adam went from a partial chub at being able to smell him to a full erection pressing uncomfortably against his fly. His hand on the wheel was doing interesting things to the protruding veins and tendons, and with his arm raised, his scent intensified, even through the hoodie. Nothing bad, just clean sweat and deodorant and man smell.

Adam’s mouth filled with saliva. He wanted to take a bite out of the taller man. Or just nibble. And maybe suck on his fingers.

Adam had never found hands so alluring.

“Don’t take me home yet,” Adam found himself saying.

Tyler glanced down at Adam, expression guarded. “Where would you like me to take you?” 

Adam sighed, turning to face the windscreen. The stars were brighter out here than they were in the city, but there was still some light pollution.

“Can we go somewhere with a view?”

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Tyler put the car in park at a lookout a few miles away. He liked being in control, and he liked ease with which Dr. Everett submitted to him by letting him drive his car. Adam deserved to be a passenger princess, free to relax and let Tyler take charge.

Adam, coincidentally, was thinking about how nice it was to be taken care of. How he told Tyler what he needed and Tyler immediately did whatever he could to make it happen.

Plus, the view of the city was gorgeous, and behind them, they could see the stars. It was the best of both worlds.

And he got to be with Tyler.

Tyler turned to Adam. “Does this work?” He said it as if he would take him somewhere else if he wanted, and that was almost too much for Adam.

Dr. Everett unbuckled his seatbelt and launched himself at Tyler.

Tyler caught him easily, lifting him slightly and settling him more comfortably, not letting him sit until he pulled the lever to shift the seat back so his sweet little ass didn’t hit the horn.

Dr. Everett was kissing him with an intensity he’d never had before, letting Tyler know without words how badly he had needed it: the kiss, the closeness, the affection. Adam’s fingers tangled in his hair and he pressed his body close as if he could fuse them together if he tried hard enough.

Tyler let his hands run greedily over Dr. Everett’s back, his waist, his ass, tangling in his hair and cupping the nape of his neck. He wasn’t immune to it–the want, the need, the feeling of being incomplete he’d been fighting all week.

Tyler unfastened his seatbelt and broke their kiss just long enough to tug off his hoodie and shirt in one go.

“Yes,” Adam groaned in sheer relief when his hands met skin. Then “fuck yes” when he looked down and saw that perfect, ripped torso exposed to him like his own personal all you can eat buffet. He was batting so far out of his league it was almost laughable. It was amazing what hard work and good genetics could do.

Tyler divested Dr. Everett of his hoodie and shirt next, his cap long gone, and he had his own moment of admiring the professor’s milky white skin with the finest dusting of blond hair, lean and svelte. He dragged his hands up and down the man’s skin, drinking in the sight of his professor: hard, eyes dazed and hazy with lust, nipples peaked, hands shaking where they gripped Tyler’s shoulders.

Tyler had been wanted before by many. But he’d never felt wanted, desired. It was unexpected the way wanting someone and being wanted by them in return could feel. Mutual lust.

They were kissing again. It could have been seconds or hours. All Adam knew was that Tyler was so goddamn good with his hands. And his lips. And his tongue. And teeth. Just his mouth in general. And the way he guided Adam where he wanted, and the control he had over his own body while he grinded up against his ass in a lewd mimicry of sex.

Tyler was going for his zipper when Adam blurted, without thinking, “This is a bad idea.”

Tyler pulled back abruptly and Adam immediately could tell he’d made a mistake. The flash of anger in his expression was unlike anything he’d seen before, though…it was almost reminiscent of the feral lust on his face when he’d chased Adam up the stairs and taken him in the hallway. Then, he’d looked like an animal playing with his food.

Tyler grabbed Dr. Everett’s hair hard enough he yelped and yanked him forward. The professor lost his balance and crashed against Tyler’s chest. Tyler sunk his teeth into Adam’s neck close to where the older man had marked him the last time they’d seen each other.

“No marks!” Adam cried. Tyler ignored him.

Tyler palmed Dr. Everett’s erection through his jeans, not bothering with gentleness. Adam let out a sharp cry of pain, put Tyler found he didn’t have the patience that evening. Normally, he prided himself on his discipline, and later he would analyze what it was that made him lose the leash he had on his anger, but in that moment, he just acted.

He knew that he was showing too much of himself to the professor, being too honest with his actions, but he was–and he would never admit this aloud–triggered by the professor’s words. There was only so much rejection one could take, even one with as little capacity for emotions as Tyler, and after finally getting what he wanted, if only for a few hours, after the way they ended things last time–Tyler putting himself out there while Dr. Everett pushed him away–he just…didn’t feel like holding back.

The professor cried out at Tyler’s rough treatment, fighting against his punishing grip and making his objections known, and it only fueled Tyler’s hunger.

If he fucked things up tonight, he’d find a different way to make things work. He’d steal Dr. Everett and sequester him away. He’d chain the professor up in the fucking basement if he had to.

Tyler’s teeth closed around Dr. Everett’s pulse point and he sucked. The sound the professor made was of agonized bliss, and instead of trying to pull Tyler away by the hair, he had both hands on Tyler’s head, holding his face against his neck.

“More!” Dr. Everett demanded, some of the brattiness he’d been hiding swimming to the surface. 

Tyler sucked another mark into the base of his throat, and Dr. Everett keened, grinding his clothed cock against Tyler’s belly, nails biting into the back of his neck where he clung to him.

Dr. Everett continued to whimper as Tyler continued to etch marks into his skin with nails, lips, and teeth, consequences be damned. He grabbed his ass hard enough to bruise, leaving finger shaped marks behind, and helped Dr. Everett find relief against him.

Adam came in his pants from dry humping in the car. He was so surprised by it, he actually wasn’t sure what happened at first, just that he felt high as a kite and his pants were wet.

After a long silence where they both panted in the dark car, foreheads touching, Adam sat back, though Tyler didn’t let him go very far.

“Oh my god,” Adam whispered, squeezing his eyes shut. 

Tyler let out a breathless chuckle. “It’s okay.”

Adam whined mournfully which only added to his mortification. “No it’s not!”

Tyler laughed again, hands reaching up to cup Adam’s face. “Baby, it’s okay,” he repeated, voice sincere.

Adam peeked his eyes open and looked at Tyler’s earnest expression. The ferocity that was there only a few minutes ago had disappeared, and his sweet, attentive top had returned.

As embarrassing as the situation was, and as violent as their coupling had been, Adam felt whole for the first time in days.

“Let’s get you out of these,” Tyler prompted, pushing Adam up a bit.

Together, with some creative twisting that eventuated in Adam falling back into the passenger seat, Tyler freed Adam from his jeans and underwear, discarding the underwear on the floor so they didn’t soak into his pants. Then he pulled Adam back into his arms.

Adam was entirely naked, shoes lost somewhere in the backseat, while Tyler still wore his sweatpants, a wet spot forming on the front where his cock had been leaking precum, dick still hard. They were both a little sweaty, and the car smelled like perspiration and ejaculation. He’d definitely have to hit it with the air freshener before he went inside.

For now, he just appreciated the comfort that came from being curled up in Tyler’s lap like a child, the man’s big, strong body cradling him close and surrounding him with his scent.

After coming down from his high, Adam said, not without amusement, “I can’t believe I just came in my pants.”

Tyler tugged him back by his hair so he had to look at him. “You were stunning.”

Oh, shit. 

Adam never considered himself the type to cry after sex, but damn. “Thanks,” he whispered. Then he leaned up for a kiss. 

Tyler’s taste was familiar and welcome, and the rush of relief that washed over him when their tongues brushed together lazily was like getting the first hit after abstaining from a drug for a long period of time.

Adam had the grim realization that he didn’t think that he would be able to quit Tyler and survive. Maybe if he’d stayed away after the first night, but not after this.

As Dr. Everett grew aroused and impatient in Tyler’s lap, Tyler reached into the backseat for his gym bag, searching for the lube with one hand while they kissed. 

Adam gasped at the first brush of Tyler’s fingertip. It had only been five days, but he had been operating under the belief that he wouldn’t be touched there by another person ever again, so he’d avoided stimulating the area himself even when he was showering. He was paranoid that his wife would walk in on him fingering himself in the shower, and even when cleaning himself–he might have been more thorough than was strictly necessary–his fingers weren’t long enough and he couldn’t get the right angle…

Adam whimpered when Tyler pressed deeper than he’d been able to on the first try, their position too awkward to brush his prostate just right, but at that point he was on a hair trigger and didn’t trust himself anyway.

Dr. Everett was a natural, his body already relaxing, grinding down on his hand in an effort to find another finger. Tyler obliged, spearing him with two fingers, and he moaned into his mouth.

“I’m ready,” Dr. Everett muttered against his lips. Tyler sincerely doubted that, so he pressed in a third finger. “Now,” Dr. Everett begged once he’d adjusted to the intrusion, and Tyler was just a man, so he yanked down his sweats, slicked up his cock, and pressed in.

Adam’s mouth fell open in a silent scream as Tyler pushed past his ring. Tyler’s dick had to be at least eight inches and at thick as his wrist, ambitious for a second…third…well, maybe fourth-timer. But he needed it inside of him immediately.

It was as if they spoke without words, looking into each other’s eyes, faces wearing similar slack jawed expressions as Tyler pushed in to the hilt, Adam seated fully on his lap. They panted, breathing the same air, waiting for Adam to adjust.

Tyler felt like Adam’s tight ass was choking the life out of his cock, and as much as he prided himself in his self restraint, he felt like he’d been edging for hours. Adam looked incredibly beautiful sitting astride his hips, pupils eating up the green of his irises, lips puffy and cheeks rubbed raw from Tyler’s stubble. His neck and chest were a mess of bruises and bite marks, and Tyler knew there was a good chance Adam would give him hell for that later, but it would be worth it, because he had not been lying when he’d said the man was stunning.

Adam moved his hips tentatively, eyes already rolling in pleasure from the stretch and burn of Tyler’s cock. He’d teased Tyler for enjoying pain, but he was starting to see the appeal. He lifted his hips a few inches and then sunk back down, and Tyler made a strangled sound, eyes closing and head hitting the back of the seat.

Adam grinned triumphantly when he realized that Tyler was so turned on he was physically restraining himself from fucking up into Adam, and maybe from cumming too soon. (Adam didn’t blame him as he had done that very thing half an hour ago.)

“Hey,” Adam whispered, and Tyler opened his dark brown eyes, gaze cutting through him. “Take whatever you want.” In a way, Adam felt like he owed him that. For putting his needs first when they were fucking around. For caring. For putting up with his immaturity despite his age. And most importantly, Adam wanted him to take whatever he wanted. 

Tyler looked indecisive for a moment, then he seemed to come to a decision. “Backseat.”

Adam climbed into the backseat, not allowing himself to feel guilty when he saw the kids’ car seats. He unhooked them and put down the seats with shaking hands, then he turned back to Tyler. “Where do you want–“

Adam let out an oof when Tyler took him down and flipped him on his back. “Like this,” he growled, putting his legs on his shoulders and planting his hands on either side of Adam’s head, looking into his eyes with an intensity that both scared and excited Adam. He found his entrance with a nudge of his hips and slammed home once again. Adam cried out in pain-pleasure. He was so full he felt like he might tear in two, but at the same time, Tyler’s cock was stroking his channel with a forcefulness Adam was only just beginning to realize he loved and didn’t think he could give up anytime soon. And Tyler continued to adjust his angle until he found the one that made Adam let out a surprised cry of pleasure, hitting his p-spot over and over. Despite coming less than an hour ago, Adam had that feeling like he was being pushed higher and higher, the same one when he had an anal orgasm the last time.

“Tyler…” he said weakly, tears coming to his eyes. It was both too much and not enough. The mounting pleasure was frightening in its intensity.

Tyler closed the distance between them and kissed Adam, and it was exactly what he needed. Within ten more thrusts he was cumming hands free all over himself, hot spurts of semen coating his belly and chest, ass seizing Tyler’s cock.

Tyler gritted his teeth as a sound not unlike a roar escaped him, and he was cumming, dumping his load inside of Adam used hole.

Adam clung to Tyler’s wrists as he came, but now that he was being pushed to his limit and beyond, his fingers gripped onto Tyler’s sides, his back, his shoulders, hugging him tight to his chest as his eyes streamed tears, completely spent and overstimulated.

Tyler sat back on his ass, taking Adam with him, holding him in his lap, kissing him and murmuring praise. Adam buried his face in his neck and shook, soaking his chest with tears and some sneaky drool.

“S-sorry,” Adam sobbed. “I d-don’t n-normally cry af-ter s-sex.”

Tyler smiled at huffed a laugh, and Adam cried, “It’s n-not funny!”

“No, baby,” Tyler agreed, rubbing his back with firm circles, callouses scratching his skin. “It’s cute.”

“Tyler!” Adam cried, and Tyler could hear his pout. Fuck, he was cute.

Tyler continued to press kisses to any available skin. Adam eventually let him kiss his face after he took a babe wipe to it, scrubbing off the evidence of his tears, then cleaning Tyler’s cock and his ass while he was at it.

Tyler had never experienced someone cleaning off his cock after sex–in part because he always wore a condom–and he found the ritual oddly sweet.

“You are…” Tyler murmured between kisses. “So perfect.”

Adam was about to protest, so Tyler cut him off sternly. “For me. You are perfect for me.”

Well, he couldn’t argue with feelings.

“Thank you,” Tyler said, like he could read his mind.

Adam gave him a bashful smile.

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Adam suggested they grab food since Tyler’s stomach kept growling, and he became insistent once Tyler admitted he normally burned about a thousand calories during the game. Between that and the sex, Adam didn’t want to think about how badly he needed to replenish his energy.

Tyler thought it was cute that Adam was fussing, but he didn’t mention it.

They went to a drive thru that was open late. It wasn’t glamorous, but Tyler snacked on fries while he took them to the second view he had holstered in case the first one didn’t live up to Adam’s standards. They talked for another hour before Adam reluctantly said, “I need to get home.”

Adam got Tyler to agree to drop him off at his car under the condition that he didn’t complain when Tyler followed him home to make sure he arrived in one piece. It warmed his chest in a way he tried not to fixate on.

Against his better judgment, they exchanged numbers. And they kissed. Every time Adam was about to get out of the car to go, they ended up getting distracted by talking, then they kissed again, and the cycle continued until Adam held up his hand and ran from the car, laughing until his belly ached and his eyes leaked. Tyler watched him in silent judgment as he collected himself enough so he could drive. 

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Tyler stroked his cock before he fell asleep to the mental image of Dr. Everett in the car, on his back, blissed out and fucked nearly unconscious, covered in sweat and tears, bite marks and hickeys, and both of their cum. Smiling lazily up at Tyler. 

He wished he’d gotten a photo.

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After a thorough shower, Adam slid into bed behind Veronica. He felt a strange mix of emotions.

Disgust with himself. Self-pity. Guilt. Longing. Happiness. Aroused. Sexually sated.

“Adam?” she whispered groggily. “You’re back late. Did you have fun?”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “I ran into Dr. Madden and we got drinks after the game.”

“That name sounds familiar.”

“Yeah, she’s a colleague, and her son is on the lacrosse team. She lives across the street.”

Ronnie snickered. “Ah, jailbait’s mom.”

“That’s her.”

Ronnie huffed a laugh before saying sleepily, “I’m glad you got out of the house for something other than work.”

“Me too,” he said, though he thought he might be lying.

“Mm.” Soon after, he heard Ronnie’s delicate snores.

Adam stared at the ceiling, emotions dulling until he felt almost nothing.

It was only then that he fell asleep.

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Author’s Note: This chapter’s length is the reason the last one ended up having to be so short. Since everything occurred in one night, I didn’t want to break it up into pieces (if you can believe it, I actually cut this chapter down a lot 😭)

If you read both this chapter and the last and have any ideas on how I could have broken it up to even out the chapter lengths while not ruining the continuity/flow, let me know! Even though writing (particularly editing) makes me want to bang my head against the wall, I do love it and want to improve.

If you got this far, thank you so much for reading! Besitos! 

You Gave Me the Power

-What the fuck are you doing, Graham? -my brother had asked me then, astonished that his dick was in my mouth.

-Obviously I’m giving you a blowjob, Miles.

-But you shouldn’t, Graham, please, you’re not gay.

-Remember, brother, how all of this started: you gave me the power, isn’t it? I’ve told you to suck my cock and you did. Since I still got the power, I tell you now: your brother’s gonna suck your cock to the end, till you cum. So all you have to do is behave manly with me now and allow me.

-Have I already told you what a stud you are?

-Yes, you have -I answered with a big smile that didn’t know whether Miles saw, for by now his dick was totally in my mouth and I was busy with it in this pleasant task. The taste was so wonderful that I knew I’d need it every so often, only his, only Miles’ dick-, just tell me whether I’m doing a good job. It’s my first blowjob.

-It’s absolutely wonderful, brother and you’re still surprising me. I’m sure you’re not gay and have never given a blowjob, but also sure watching your hard dick and what little I can glimpse of your facial features that you’re enjoying, so just go on. Tell me please that you’ll also fuck me, as you promised.

-I’ll fuck you later, Miles -I added as best I could with my mouth full of tasty brother’s dick- but first I wanna reach a new agreement with you. Your taste is so wonderful, Miles, that I wanna give you blowjobs every day, even more than once a day.

-And you can order me to give you more blowjobs too, my sweet Graham.

-You know what, Miles? I don’t wanna order you anymore. Not orders, but the fun can continue. We can suck each other’s cocks whenever we fancy, but no orders, just tell me “Graham, I wanna suck your cock again”, that simple, which is the same I will say to you in the hope that you never deny me the fun of sucking my brother’s cock.

-I’m cumming!

-Good, don’t withdraw your cock from my mouth -I said, drinking a long first stream straight from Miles’ dick-. We will repeat, you can be sure.

-And now please fuck me, Graham.

-Ok, Miles, for I wanna do everything that can be pleasant for you. What position would you like?

And his answer was getting on all fours and telling me.

-Like this, Graham, in a position you can watch my ass and get horny with. D’you like it?

-Such a hot ass you have, Miles.

-So come on, you sexy brother, fuck me.

I didn’t hesitate cause I knew my brother’s hole had been pierced many times before and not only by Rudolph and I knew my fucking him could be a dream for him, so fast as lightning, I drove my penis in. Miles started yelling, but not in pain.

-Yeah, Graham, you don’t know what this means to me, having inside me the penis of the hottest guy on Earth. After now, fuck Rudolph and fuck all the other boys in the world. I only want you, my beloved brother and I can tell you that now I really feel proud of myself.

-That’s what I want, sweetheart, and giving you the utmost fun I can give you. Now I hope you’re sure that we can do with each other everything and of course we can repeat. I could also give you my ass to fuck. Yes, I know you don’t want to fuck me, but one day I’ll persuade you to also do it because you’ll really know that I want you inside me too, but ok, so far it will be only me fucking you as often as you want.

I remained inside that sexy hole for minutes, sweating in utmost fun and also yelling. I loved fucking Miles and I was sure I also wanted his fucking me, oh how I desired it, but was also sure he wouldn’t feel good if I asked him today. Let pride enter him clearly but taking all the time he needed. I was in heaven seeing him proudly having sex with his brother but didn’t want him ashamed again and that would surely happen if I asked him to fuck me today, so that’s why I wasn’t fucked that day.

I knew I was close but also knew I must try and hold it because the fun Miles must be experiencing then, for the first time being fucked by his brother, was possibly the utmost sexual fun he’d ever lived. But being inside Miles was somehow like devotees must be feeling in the midst of a religious ritual that’s changing their minds and souls. I found this act of fucking my brother like something sacred and after just ten minutes, I think, I couldn’t hold it any longer and there I was filling Miles’ insides with my jizz.

-I’ll never forget this, Graham, oh thanks brother. Not only I feel proud of myself but also proud of you.

-Why don’t we spend the rest of today totally nude, Miles? -I told him as I covered him in kisses.

He agreed with me and thus we spent the day. I didn’t realize, shit!, that I could have also asked him to sleep with me, having more brotherly sex in between the sheets, but I was slightly aware that I had started feeling something really deep for Miles.

A Palo Verde water and power story.

The truth is stranger than fiction you just can’t make this stuff up…I change the names to protect the innocent and not so innocent.

Such a peaceful neighborhood, 1950s Phoenix stick build ranchers, old and established. But under the middle class facade lies the kinks and bumps that make it facinating

Jimmy stripped in front of me.  He was down to his JCPenny classic briefs faster than the speed of light. Jimmy is an ex-nurse. A bottom, a masochist, and a very handsome man.

Jimmy and I had been chatting for a couple of weeks before we met up. He  was well aware of my love of control, of administering enemas, and being given long slow head.

We finally set a hookup, time, place, and expectations.   When he showed up, his chest hair was groomed smooth, his stomach smooth, his armpits shaved, and he had a huge precum spot in the JCP briefs.

Blindfolded, he said, “Daddy, I am ready for my enemas.”

Just that statement made my thick-cut cock swell.

I walked him down the hall to the bedroom. I pulled his briefs down and bent him over the bed.  I opened the jar of Vaseline and pulled out a huge glob and smeared it down his ass crack, and pushed it into his shaved hole, working my middle finger in I found his enlarged prostate and gave it a good push, eliciting a nice yelp and groan, and an “oh, daddy”. I continued to probe his hole finding it immaculately clean and him rewarding me with ever so soft gasps and whimpers of pleasure.

I withdrew my finger, picked up the small 5-ounce enema syringe, and slid it into his hole. I pushed the plunger in, injecting 5 ounces of boner builder solution into Jimmy’s well-cleaned hole.  I grabbed a wet wipe, did a bit of cleaning, pulled up his briefs, and pushed him to the bed, instructing him to lay on his left side, head on the pillow as I raised the end of the bed to the highest spot so the fluid flowed further into his bowel, to be absorbed.

 “Alexa set a 20-minute timer,”  I instruct Jimmy not to move.  I left the room to finish preparing for his series of progressively larger enemas.  I head to the kitchen and mix up two 4-quart containers of liquid silk at 103 degrees. 

I walk the containers to the bedroom and check to make sure that boy Jimmy is maintaining his position.   I reach around to the front of his precum-soaked briefs and grab his hard hot  cock, getting an “Oh, Daddy.” 

It appears the boner builder had been already well-absorbed.   I order him to roll over to lay on his belly.

I reposition the bed to flat and walk away waiting the last 5 minutes on the timer

I ran to the kitchen chugged some water, and heard Alexa go off.

I walk back to the room and fill a clear silicone enema bag with the very milky liquid silk solution, making sure to bleed the bag of air and then proceed to pull Jimmy’s briefs down enough to let me slide in a second 5-ounce enema syringe into his winking hole. I push the plunger and the mineral oil payload in the syringe enters his rectum. I remove the syringe, wipe up and put up the briefs back up and have Jimmy again roll on his left side.  I again repositioned Jimmy’s legs up and head down and set Alexa for another 10 minutes.  So the mineral oil lubes the rectum and into his colon.  I walk away and take the syringes to refill them with mineral oil for future bags.

I hear a light moan from Jimmy as the mineral oil works its way further up in him, (more than likely causing a light cramp).

I finish filling the syringes just as Alexa rings time is  up.  By this time, my cock is swollen and wet, awaiting its oral service.

I put the bed flat and repositioned Jimmy to be able to suck my cock.  I slide Jimmy’s briefs completely off.  I grab some Vaseline and apply a generous amount of it to Jimmy’s cock, and his hole.

I grab the red colon tube attached to the two-quart bag and begin to grease it; I use my thumb and forefinger to spread the cheeks and slide the red tube into Jimmy’s well-greased pink hole.  I gently push it in; I feel it as it goes past the second anal sphincter and hear Jimmy moan.  I have Jimmy drop to his belly and then on his left side and I push the tube in further I feel it catch and move in deeper, getting deep into his colon. 

When the tube is seated I again start Alexa for 15 minutes. (so that Jimmy’s colon  relaxes.and adjusts to its intimate invasion.)

 I slide Jimmy’s head to the end of the bed and crawl up and instruct Jimmy to massage my feet and legs.

I give into the pleasure of the massage, 

Jimmy is still blindfolded and doing as he is instructed.

Alexa goes off.  “ Jimmy move up my legs to my nuts but don’t touch my cock”  I bark.

At this point Jimmy is naked, doggy style, a continuous stream of precum leaving a long string from the  his cocks piss slit  to the chucks pad under him.  

I grab the poppers take a hit and instruct Jimmy to put the head of my cock in his mouth as I slowly exhale.

I instruct Jimmy to slowly suck it.

I open the valve on the 2 quart first enema, and let it start to slowly fill Jimmy. I instructed him to suck harder as he feel more full.

I had the bag clamp set to slowly fill him. 

In our past text messages Jimmy had indicated he had not had a bag enema in 20 years. But had gotten them frequently as a child.

  I hear him moan and feel him suck harder, judging from the speed he is filling up and the cramping is starting.

I start to massage the back of Jimmy’s neck and encourage him to let the enema work. I stop the flow of the bag seeing that about a third of the bag was in him. I popper myself. I put the poppers under Jimmy’s nose just letting the rich aroma reach him, I hear a whimper and feel Jimmy increasing the speed.of the sucking, I moan and make my cock throb releasing more pre cum into Jimmy’s mouth covering his tongue  I guide his head from the back of his neck  further pushing my cock down his throat.

I grab Jimmy’s cock, teasing it ,jacking it, edging Jimmy hard. At this point Jimmy is moaning, I open the valve and let that warm solution flow in fast.

I feel Jimmys cock start to throb in my hand so I stop the edging and and let his cock calm as I continue to coach  him for doing a good job, reminding him the enema needs to work.

After a few minutes I restart the edging, building the speed, at this point the bag is empt. “Alexa start a 10 minute timer” I hear a whimper from Jimmy but he keeps up the cock service, I can see his belly bulging,and feel his rock hard cock throbbing in my hand, feel his precum.

“Take it out of your mouth boy, lick Daddy’s nuts”.  I moan, Jimmy moans.

 I keep him licking for another 5 minutes and then have him clean up my precum covered cock.  I ask Alexa how much time is left, she says 2 minutes, I have Alexa add 5 minutes to timer.  Jimmy whimpers. “keep sucking boy or it will be 20 more minutes”. Like the good boy he has been he keeps polishing my knob.

When Alexa goes off, I have Jimmy clean my nuts and cockmilking all the pre cum out of the urethra, I stand and help Jimmy up and walk him to the toilet.  I sit him down and tell him not to release. I place the poppers under his nose and have him inhale and hold it and put my cock in his mouth. Don’t exhale, don’t suck boy”.  I inhale a hit and then tell him to exhale and suck and release the enema…I exhale, the poppers take over for both of us.  I hear the expelled fluid hitting the fluid in the toilet, I feel Jimmys moan through my cock as the endorphin release from the enema and the poppers hit, he takes to my cock like a starved dog.  Jimmy’s cock is still rock hard and pulsing, his white cock a deep purple …. After what seems a lifetime of intense cock sucking the poppers rush wanes.  Jimmy keeps sucking, while wave after wave of release hits the bowl.

I pull my cock out of his mouth with a pop. “Keep letting it out boy”  

I step away,straighten the bed and prepare for bag two.

A wait a few minutes then go in and flush the toilet, hand the TP to jimmy and tell him to do the paperwork , when done I have him stand and bounce in place, I watch his hard cock spring up and down. 

 I have him sit back down and release any fluid, he wipes up,wet wipes  and I take him back to the bed. 

I position him for bag two.  

In goes some, mineral oil then the colon tube. After 5 minutes I start the flow, and give the dog my bone to lick and slurp, I grab Jimmy’s cock, apply more Vaseline and start the edging, he is instantly at the throb point, he takes my cock out of his mouth and asks me to stop, he is super close to cumming.

I let the enema continue to flow and him suck.  The second bag I always just let drain in with no stops, it helps expand the colon, releasing any build up.

When the bag is in I set a 5 minute Alexa timer and let Jimmy please  my cock and nuts. When the timer rings I pop my cock out of wet watering mouth,get up and walk Jimmy to the John, popper him, put my cock in his mouth and let him suck and exhale and release.

Enema fluid come out like it goes in. In this case fast in fast out and an endorphin and poppers rush.

I pop my cock out and go prepare the next bag with three quarts of liquid silk.

“Daddy I think I am done” is called from the John.

I go hand the toilet paper to the boy, have him clean up, bounce and wet wipe.  I walk him to the bed, position him, grease him, inject more mineral oil and slide the colon tube in, at this point it is like sliding a hot knife into cold butter, no resistance.  

When the colon tube is in place, I slide a cock ring over Jimmy’s swollen cock and balls.  I have Jimmy lay on his belly. I position my body so his head is on my feet.  “Suck my toes boy” 

I reach under him and pull his turgid cock back wards, and I start the enema flow, nice and slow.  I can see Jimmy’s cock pulsing, pre cum streaming from it, I start to edge and jack my throbbing member as Jimmy worships my toes.

When I look up ¾ of the bag is already in Jimmy, he keeps sucking. I hear and feel a moan as the cramps start in his gut.

I reach down and massage his beautiful butt.

By this time all 3 quarts are in him, I start a 15 minute timer.  

I can tell the cramps are hitting Jimmy’s gut. I am a sadist, his cramping makes my cock throb.  I can tell Jimmy is a masochist because his cock is still rock hard with out being touched.

I check on the remaining time just as Alexa hits the one minute remaining and add 7 more minutes to the timer.  I have Jimmy come back to my cock and start sucking while still laying flat on his belly keeping the fluid high up.

I check with Alexa down to 1 minute, I add another 8 minutes for a total of 30.

The cramps are cumming hard for Jimmy, he keeps.sucking I reach to touch his hot throbbing cock …and he pulls off my cock and tell me not to touch. “I will cum if I touch it daddy”…he goes back to sucking.

The timer goes off , Jimmy cleans my cock and nuts and I get up to walk him to the toilet.  I sit him down,  popper him but don’t feed him my cock…I can see his cock still purple and throbbing rock hard against his belly…I order him to release the enema and exhale as I grab his cock…he moans…groans and gasps and I feel his cum hit my chest hot and hard, splurt after splurt… him shooting 4 or 5 feet to hit my chest.

“Daaaaddddyyyyyyy”

He cries, fluid still rushing from his stretched bowels. His cum running downy my chest to my belly.

“Lick it boy”. He starts cleaning up.his spilled load.  I can see his cock still purple and throbbing, feel his pulse still rapid.

I back away.  Leave him to recover, I reset the bed.

He calls me to allow him up, I have him bounce , sit and repeat.  He cleans up. 

I hand him his briefs to pull back on, and walk him to the bed, this time crawling up to put his head on the pillow.  “It’s rest time boy.  You still have another three bags but it is a 20 minute rest first”.  I hand him some bottled water to chug as  I crawl in to my side of the bed and have Jimmy lay on my chest. I have Alexa set a 20 minute alarm.

Jimmy just laid on my chest. If he had been a cat he would.have been purring.  I have him keep his brief covered cock and balls against my thigh.  Alexa goes off.  

“Jimmy the next enema is smaller than the last, it is mineral oil water and baking soda.  The catch it need to be held for a minimum of 45 minutes.  After it is held and released the last two are a soapy wash and water rinse, then a shower and clean briefs and home you go. The other catch is I want two more orgasms from you while holding the final enemas”. 

 “I will try daddy”

I got up and prepared the bag, I first poured a few ounces of water into the bag, to make sure the hose was filled then I poured 24 ounces of mineral oil into the bag and then 16 ounces of very warm water and baking soda. 

I have the boy assume the position, I slide his briefs off, the lube his hole and cock with “Wiccy Muscle Magic” followed by a layer of Vaseline.  I was able to just slide the colon tube into him.  

I position him to suck my cock. And I start the flow on the bag.  Jimmy is happily making my cock swell in his mouth while the mineral oil slowly fills him.

The cool thing about mineral oil is it is the viscosity of cum, it feels heavy, but doesn’t cause major cramping.  It is super easy to retain.  In my experience most bottom boys love the mineral oil bags as I tell them to think of not as Daddy’s cum filling them”

Jimmy was a champ, I let him suck my cock for a bit then had him lay his head on my chest his rock hard cock against my thigh as the bag filled him.

It took about 20 minutes for the solution to be in and the 45 minute timer started. About 30 minutes in I heard  him groan and felt the hot wetness of cum on my thigh.  Jimmy shot his second load with nothing more than his cock pressed against my leg.

“Daddy I am sorry” “it just hurts sooo good”

I comfort him, and remind him it all stays in the full 45 minutes plus an extra 10 for cumming with out permission. ( Don’t think he realized how hard and wet my cock was from that happening)

The time goes off I add 10 more minutes, and have Jimmy suck and clean my cock.

When the 10 minute time went off I asked he wanted another 20 minutes and he said “please sir”

I let him keep sucking, the boy got me to near cumming three times during the next 30 minutes, before I made him get up to go release. His cock was rock hard, purple and throbbing as he sat on the toilet. I poppered him, took a hit my self.and let him suck me as the mineral oil solution drained from his body.

Three more hits of poppers later I was sure he was drained enough for the next large hot soapy enema to help clean the mineral oil out of him. I placed him on the bed and ran to mix up the doc Bonners, baking soda and hot water solution, I came back, filled the bag, changed  the nozzle and bled it.

I spread Jimmy’s cheeks and greased his hole, I greased the tip of the bardex nozzle and stuffed it up into him ( there is no other way to describe bardex insertion). I inflated the bardex inner bulb and then the outer bulb getting a “Daddy, I think I am going to cum again”

I moved the boy to the cock sucking position, poppered both of us and started the hot and soapy enema . I set the flow to slow.  I wanted to enjoy this and hopefully cum as he took and held this enema.

I avoided Jimmy’s cock letting the enema do the work for me.

I laid back and enjoyed Jimmy’s hot hot mouth.

About 10 minutes later I looked up to see that a third of the milky solution was in him,judging by the intensity and speed he was sucking me the solution was cramping very hard.

I grab Jimmy’s cock to find it rock hard, hot to the touch and wet

 I slide my hand to his protruding belly and give it a jiggle eliciting a long moan.

I popper my self and encourage Jimmy to take deeper strokes, I feel the cum building in my well excited cock.  “It’s cumming boy, take it down your throat and hold it”. I shoot and shoot and shoot. I look up just in time to see Jimmy erupting another stream of white cum on to the chucks pad.

The bag is empty. My load shot, but it doesn’t mean the series is done.  I ask Alexa to set a 30 minute timer. I then clean up.jimmys cum into my finger and feed it to him.  I give his mouth a break, but keep him doggy style while the soap does it’s magic.

I keep coaching and coaxing Jimmy through the cramps. 

When the timer goes off I check Jimmy’s cock again and find it rock hard, and throbbing. I have Alexa set another 15 minute timer. Jimmy tales my soft cock in his mouth and begins to suck.

Surprisingly my cock became hard and throbbing.  Jimmy’s cock was also throbbing, I proceed to jack his cock, feeling his moans through my cock.

I pulled his nuts jacked his cock and just as the alarm went off Jimmy came again.

I popped my cock out of his mouth and got up and deflated the bardex balloons and got Jimmy to the toilet. No poppers, no cock, just release. I heard water hitting water for what seemed like an eternity as prepared his final enema.

The last bag goes back to three quarts and the colon tube, I supervise Jimmy’s clean up and have him step in the shower for quick rinse, making sure to soap his hole.and rinse it well. I dry him.  Then I put Jimmy doggy style on the bed, drop to my knees and begin to probe his sweet cleaned holewith my tongue , licking the edge and then pushing in.  Jimmy is moaning, I reach around and start to edge his cock.  When I think his hole is wet enough I stand up and slide my thick cock into him.  I get a yelp, groan and a purr.  I coach Jimmy to squeeze and release my cock with his hole as I pound away. I feel the cum building and shoot out, my cock throbbing inside Jimmy’s clean hole.

I pull out and insert the colon tube my cum makes a great lube for position the tube. I then position myself so Jimmy can clean my cock as the final cool water rinse goes in to his cum filled ass.

I open the valve and let the three quarts fill him fast.

When the bag is empty I take Jimmy to release, and I attach the douche nozzle to the shower. When Jimmy says he is empty I put him in the shower on his knees and work the douche nozzle up his ass filling and having him release into the tube, nothing but clear water coming out.

I proceed to wash Jimmy head to toe with Doc Bonners cleaning every crevice and crack.

I grab a fresh towel and dry Jimmy and then put him on the bed and put him into a very padded diaper and plastic pants for the journey home.

I help him.get dressed give him a hug and hand him another diaper so he makes sure he wears one to bed. I give him a big wet kiss,k open the door remove his blindfold and send him on his way home with a large orange gator ade in hand.

Jimmy texted me he got home, letting me know he had another throbbing hard on.

I told him to snap a pic and send it and to go wank off.  He did, sending me a pic of the cum puddle.

This was the first of many long enema explorations with Jimmy.  If you want to hear more let me know…

Tagging a Bull

*BBBBUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZ*

The loud sounds of a drill whirling vibrated through the ground penetrating Jakes’ make-shift hood waking him up from a deep slumber. After hours of being tied up and struggling to break free he managed to sleep. In his groggy state and limited senses all he could make out was the lack of musky sweat and that Ruben had been drilling something close to him.

“Mmmmmhhhmmp” Jake said with a groggy tone from both the pain of being tied up as well as being a bit hungover from drinking. His head was pounding under the layers of tape, the build-up of sweat and heat didn’t help his situation at all. Suddenly the drilling stopped, and he heard someone approaching him. Laying on the floor Jake moved his head looking forward then something pressed against his face and the familiar scent of Ruben’s musk filled his nose as he inhaled. Ruben’s crotch was warm as he positioned himself nestled right in his face.  

“Hey there bull, looks like you’re awake now. Sorry, if I had disturbed you while you slept but I had to make some revisions to your ‘pen’ here so I can get you in a more comfortable position, big guy.” Ruben spoke to Jake while he rubbed his head through the tape, listening to him moan in relief. “I really am sorry about this; I had planned to make the changes before claiming you but well you know how things turned out. I just couldn’t help myself.” Ruben smirked. “I’m almost done with your pen and soon you’ll be able to rest in a better position. Are you listening to me, Bull?” Ruben asked. “Mhmm mmmhhm.” Jake moaned acknowledging that he was listening to him. “Good boy, bull.” Ruben smiled and continued to rub his head admiring how beautiful he looked all rustled up. “If you promise to behave, I’ll undo your hood and give you some water. How does that sound, bull?” Jake nodded his head in agreement as best as he could. Grabbing jake, Ruben rolled him over to his side and undid his hogtie leaning him on the end of the bed sitting upright. With a pair of safety scissors, he cut off the hood from the back and fresh air began to cool his warm head. Jake almost immediately spat out the soggy socks that were drenched in saliva smacking his lips trying to rehydrate them and his mouth at the same time. “Here, drink some water, bull.” Ruben said holding a bottle of water in front of him. Jake opened his mouth wide to drink when Ruben threw in a couple of pills quickly closing his mouth and pinching his nose forcing him to dry swallow. Satisfied, Ruben allowed him to drink, quenching his thirst. “Fuck, stop calling me bull.” Jake spoke as he caught his breath, feeling more comfortable now. “I’m not going to play this sick game with you, you fucking creep.” Jake spoke with disdain and anger. Ruben Grabbed a handful of the bull’s hair and pulled his head back looking down at him he just smiled. “That’s why I picked you, dude. You’re such a dumbass. This isn’t a game, you’re mine now, I have no intention of letting you go. From this point forward you’ll address me as Sir or Master when I give you permission to speak. Otherwise, you’re only allowed to make grunts, moans or other animal noises like the bull you are.” Ruben’s tone was consistent. Over the years of knowing Ruben and working with him Jake learned when he was serious and when he was just joking. The cold look in his eyes and the matter-of-fact tone that he spoke with told Jake that he meant every word. “Fuck you, man.” Jake’s voice cracked as he sounded like he was about to cry. He took in a deep breath and started to scream. “HHHEELL-.” His pleading was cut short when a large red ball gag was shoved into his mouth forcing him to gag. Ruben quickly secured the gag and stood up, squatting in front of his bull. “You broke your promise, bull, for misbehaving you will have to be punished.” Ruben flashed a wicked grin and walked back to the closet. Jake sat in his bondage and watched his new Master prepare his pen that he would spend countless hours, days or months in.

Inside of the closet Ruben had covered the walls with padded foam that absorbed sounds and had mounted anchor points with extra large eye hooks to the walls and flooring. The floor had all sorts of tools, chains, and other bondage gear that Jake knew nothing about. Watching helplessly his cock had betrayed him yet again as he grew hard. He winched at the pain as the paracord wrapped around him balls prevented them from retracting. His cock throbbed from its binding leaking a steady stream of precum.

Ruben finished with his preparations and stood in front of Jake shirtless wearing only shorts as the sweat from working on the pen had built up. Lifting his arm up he took a whiff of his own musk. “Fuck, worked up a bit of a funk.” Ruben laughed as he approached his bull and stuck his face in his armpit. “Smell that, bull?” Jake tried not to inhale but broke as he took a deep breath of his sweaty scent. “That’s more like it.” Ruben grabbed his hard cock. “Stop pretending like you aren’t turned on bull your cock is giving you away.” Ruben chuckled. “Alright time to see your new home!” Ruben grabbed bull by his legs and dragged him into the closet, he struggled and squirmed but was powerless to stop him. Once inside Ruben grabbed the safety scissors and began to cut off his shirt without untying him.

“You are going to learn to be more appreciative of what I am doing here for you, bull. In case you haven’t noticed but this is an apartment and all these mods to the closet. Well, I can kiss my deposit good-bye.” Ruben spoke as he continued ripping off Jakes clothes.

“Fuck you dude, I didn’t ask you to do this for me!” Jake thought. Pulling the ripped shirt off, Ruben stopped and moaned softly under his breath. “Fuck bull, you know there are many things that I love about you and one of them is your massive chest and suckable tits.” Leaning down he started to suck and nurse on bull’s nipple slowly working it in his mouth playing with it on his tongue as it perked up. Bull moaned in his gag as his body relaxed for the first time since he arrived. With his other hand Ruben grabbed his massive cock lightly stroking it watching his bull twitch and enjoy being such a submissive bitch. “See bull, you fucking love this just as much as I do. I promise that I will take care of you and train you to be the best you can be. All you have to do is let go and be mine.” Jake was too busy to think or respond as he laid there feeling Ruben pull and tease his erect nipple while he stroked his cock.

Ruben stopped and stood up looking over his bull bound, gagged, naked and ready for the next step. He noticed that the bull’s eyes were fluttering. “Ah, perfect looks like the pills are taking effect.” Jake was starting to get sleepy as Ruben began to untie his legs and arms. Flipping him over he started to drool from his gag as his body went limp unresponsive to his commands. “Sorry bull, but for this next step I’m going to need you to be completely obedient and I can’t take any chances of you trying to escape.” Jake was going in and out of it. “When you wake up, your new life will begin!” Ruben continued to talk to his bull, but he was already fast asleep.

*Bloop*  

*Ding*

Jakes’ sleep was disrupted from the sounds of his phone. His eye lids were heavy as he attempted to wake up. The first thing he saw were Ruben’s feet crossed rubbing each other. In a pathetic attempt he called out to him. “mmmhhpmmmm, rrrrrrrrrmmmmmiiinn.” The ball gag was working as each word was a struggle to get out. “Hey sleepy head glad that you’re awake.”  Ruben shifted himself, now laying on his stomach facing bull. Jake tried to move but couldn’t, his arms were at his side and his legs were too. It was as if he was on all fours but with his forearms and shins lying flat on the floor. After a few moments Jake noticed that his head was strapped into a massage chair head rest and his body was resting on a bench lifting him off the floor. Unable to move his head he looked to the left and right and saw that his hands were duct taped together into fists and chained to the floor. The rest of his body was strapped into the bench as well as his limbs anchored to the floor preventing him from standing up or retracting them. “UUGGGGRRRMMM.” A stream of drool fell onto a towel under his face as his body was sore. He groaned feeling like he just went through an intense workout. “You still awake there bud?” Ruben asked. “MMhhhuuukkk uuuu.” Jake struggled to speak but was clear that he wasn’t going to cooperate with his new Master. “Atta boy.” Ruben praised. “Noticed anything different yet?” Ruben asked. Jake was confused since the only difference he could tell was that he was in a new position now but still bound. “Look at your nose dumbass.” Ruben chuckled. Crossing his eyes Jake noticed a shiny piece of metal dangling from his nose. “It’s called a septum ring, bull. I did it when you were asleep figured it was the best time to while you were knocked out.” Ruben was just barely out of jakes line of sight as he spoke. “I also took the liberty to pierce your nipples and cock head. You know something, all these years of medic training and I never once thought that it would come in handy for a situation like this!” Ruben laughed. Jake was more alert now as he started shaking, pulling at his restraints trying to break free. “Still don’t get it, huh? I will admit that I am woefully unprepared to keep such a beast like you, like this. But, where there’s a will there’s a way.” Ruben’s tone was more childlike, excited to show off his work. “Had to order a bunch of stuff online for you cause the sex shop here only sells generic toys and their bondage gear doesn’t even lock!” Jake tugged at his chains, but nothing budged. “Luckily, your Master is pretty clever, and I found a way to make things work, the hardware store had a bunch of chains and locks, and I got some straps and other stuff for you too.” Jake started to breathe heavily through his nose. “If you promise to behave, I’ll get you some water and food. Deal, bull?” Jake nodded the best he could. “Good boy.” Ruben removed the gag hearing his bull slurping and swallowing his saliva that was dripping from the gag. Holding his hand out he had 2 large off-white-colored pills. “Take these bull.” Ruben ordered. The bull took the pills as Ruben gave him a large bottle with a rubber nipple on it that looked like an overly large baby bottle to drink water from. As he drank Ruben stroked his bull’s hair massaging his head and back like real cattle calming him down. After he finished drinking Ruben fed him a protein bar watching him eat like a bull from his hands. He admired his muscular back and how well he maintained his physique. “Good boy, bull.” Ruben praised.

“You know Ruben, people are going to come looking for me if you don’t let me go.” Jake spoke, this was a desperate attempt to appeal to his captor to let him go. “If I don’t show up on Monday my work will come looking for me. It’s…”

“SSSSHHHHHHHH, that’s enough outta you bull. No one is coming to look for you, dumbass.” Ruben cut him off and plopped his phone in front of the bull. On the screen Jake read the following text.

–Jake: Hey, I wanted to start off by saying fuck you and fuck this company. I quit.

–Head of Security: WTF Jake, I stuck my neck out for you to get you this job. What do you mean you quit!?

–Jake: Like I said I quit, don’t bother me again.

–Head of Security: Fuck you dude. Don’t message me again or ask for anymore favors you’re on your own.

Jakes face was red, and he was pissed. “Why Ruben!? Why did you have to do this! Fuck dude let me out!” Before he could continue Ruben gagged him again. Bull started pulling at his restraints again thrashing about and crying like a baby. Ruben waited for him to calm down petting his back, cooing him like you would an animal in a frenzy.

“You know bull, when I first met you in basic I knew what kind of man you were. Not a leader but a follower. Its not that you wouldn’t lead but that you couldn’t.” Ruben spoke as he continued petting his bull. “First, you were discharged, basically you fizzed out of the Army after I left cause you didn’t have someone telling you what to do. Then you went to work but couldn’t do that right cause, again, there wasn’t anyone there to order you. Face it, you weren’t cut out to be on your own. Now, I’ll be taking control and making you into my pet. Growing up on the farm I had always admired bulls but hated living with my folks. Now I get to have my own bull to play with and train.” Jake started to calm down as he listened to his new Master. “I’ll be honest that what I am going to do to you will be hard, however knowing you I know you can do it.” Ruben encouraged his bull.

“Fuck, he’s right. My life was falling apart the moment we went our separate ways.” Jake thought to himself.

“Now that we’re done with your temper tantrum you will be punished for speaking without permission, bull.”

“Also, I have your keys, wallet and phone so I am going to start taking over your life little by little until you are all mine. I want you to know and watch me do this cause it’ll help you understand what a pathetic fuck you actually are. You need me, Bull. Without your Master to guide you, you’ll just end up making a mess of your life again.” Jake hated this, not just how he was being treated but knowing that Ruben was right. “You need to understand that I am doing this out of your best interest.” Reaching under his belly Ruben grabbed the bull’s flaccid cock. Stroking it softly it responded almost immediately to his touch, growing, pushing its large head forward as it bobbed with his bulging veins.

“Ugggggggmmmmmmmm.” Jake groaned into his gag as his sore dick head stretched out the PA.
“Your body seems to be on board with this.” Smiling feeling his Bull’s large cock throb in his hand. “Give into your desires, Bull. Clearly, you’re enjoying this, and your Master is enjoying this too.” Speaking he rubbed his ragging bulge in his pants.

Breaking Jake’s train of thought, Ruben thew a large blue plastic tag on the floor in front of the Bull’s line of sight.

93 V4564 USDA JAKE

Reading the lines on the tag, Jake had recognized the tag that livestock wear not only as a form of registration but also as identification marking him as a bull. His began to breath heavy.

“Look, Bull! I had this made for you a while back. Been thinking about this and you for a while now.” Jake felt Ruben rubbing his left ear lobe and the smell of rubbing alcohol filled his nose. Sweating profusely in his restraints he began to wiggle viciously but the chains held him in place. He started tearing up as he heard Ruben opening up packages and the sounds of latex gloves being put on.

“Now hold still bull, I wanted to do this when you woke up so that you can see yourself becoming mine. Just a dumb animal, a brute that needs me to guide and broken into an obedient pet.” Ruben grinned as he placed the piercing needle on the dot marking where to stab into. Jake screamed loudly into his gag feeling the pain as Ruben treaded the jewelry in place.

“Oh, calm down you big baby.” Ruben mocked. “I am going to gradually stretch out your piercings over time so that I can fit bigger rings and your tag later down the line. If I had used the REAL gun that they use on cattle it would have caused too much trauma to the skin and it wouldn’t have healed right. Luckily for us we have time to get you looking like the proper bull you are meant to be, Bull.” Jake blushed having overreacted. Ruben massaged his head gently cooing his big bull waiting for the pain killers to kick in.

“Don’t worry too much, Bull. I am going to take care of you from now on. You belong to me and the sooner you realize that the sooner things will be easier for you.” Ruben kissed his forehead, checking each of the restraints and picking up the garbage. He left for a few moments. Although the medication was kicking in, the pain from his humiliation still stung his wounded pride. Ruben walked back in and placed headphones into the bull’s ears and taped a bag to his back. Listening, Jake only heard a static white noise that blocked out all other sounds. In front of the blue tag Ruben threw a pair of socks that quickly stunk up the room with his musk almost as if he’d been wearing these for days sweating into them nonstop. Knowing full well that the bull couldn’t hear him he spoke to him as if he could.

“Later bull, while you relax and heal up, I need to start closing down your life cause animals don’t have things or possessions, now do they?” Ruben asked rhetorically. He locked the closet door and got dressed, leaving his apartment complex.

A familiar voice called him from behind.

“Oh, Ruben dear, I thought I heard some screaming again? Are you alright?” Mrs. Anderson asked, worried. “Yes, everything is ok, I was playing some video games sorry to disturb you.” Ruben laughed it off. “You boys and your video games. Take care now, aright?” Leaving they waved goodbye, closing and locking her apartment door.  Ruben had the widest grin as he made his way outside.

Luka went out Friday night and struck out with the girl he’d spent most of the evening flirting with. Instead of staying out and finding someone sluttier, he went home to jerk off. He edged for hours, watching a variety of porn that escalated in intensity. He was getting to that point of no return, the one where he would watch anything, do anything, say anything to get his nut.

He landed on one of those BBC videos where one or more Black men were serviced by a white chick cucking her man. The premise was a turn on and the acting wasn’t terrible, so even though it was milder than the gangbang he’d just exited, he continued watching.

It was rare that the dude was more attractive–no homo–than the chick in porn, but this was one of those cases. The white girl’s hair was bleached blond to the point where it looked fried, and her lips had seen the business end of a syringe a few too many times.

The guy, on the other hand, was jacked, skin a deep brown with a smattering of tattoos and hair cropped close, and he had a chiseled jaw and was giving Daddy Dom vibes without the cheesiness. Luka was not a homosexual, so he did not jerk off to men, but he did regard the male actor’s monster cock with the awe and respect it deserved.

One thing that Luka had noticed about BBC videos in general was that, more often than not, they got their ass eaten. Depending on the actor, it could be a few licks or a good ten minutes dedicated to a woman shoving her face between muscular cheeks, almost drowning in the flesh, and licking and sucking his ass, motorboating it and moaning like she was getting her own pussy eaten. 

Personally, Luka thought rimming was pretty gay, but it was hard to say it with his whole chest with the guy on the receiving end looking like the epitome of masculinity, voice deep as the ocean and muscles carved from black marble.

Luka, willing to put off his orgasm just a little longer and feeling curious, slid the hand that had been fondling his balls down to his perineum, rubbing experimentally. Luka didn’t shave below his balls, and the tug on the hair there didn’t feel great, but once he slicked his fingers up with more lube and added firmer pressure, he began moaning loudly. He bit his lip, paranoid that his neighbors would be able to hear him whining like a chick while he did gay shit; he normally wasn’t much of a moaner, so this was…well, a discovery.

Since the taint was feeling good, he traveled a bit lower. He rubbed his middle finger over his rectum, and it clenched tight at the foreign sensation. It was almost worse than getting goosed because it was direct contact and slimy from the lube.

Luka went back to rubbing his taint, but he kept accidentally widening the path, and there was some incidental asshole contact. The perineum felt too good to stop just to avoid a few swipes over the pucker here and there. As a result, he got used to the sensation, and he discovered that a little anal massage? Not bad. Pretty nice, even.

Luka started the video over at the part where the chick first began to eat the big guy’s muscled booty, and Luka continued rubbing his own asshole while he fisted his cock. He pretended that his finger was the chick’s tongue, and ooooooh fuck, that was nice.

Luka jizzed, and maybe it was the extra hour of edging, but it was the best goddamn nut he’d had in weeks.

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Luka swiped on Tinder trying to find a hookup, but all the girls on there were mid. It wasn’t like he had high as fuck standards, but if he was being honest, he was tryna find someone who looked like they’d eat ass, and he had no idea how to vet for that.

He thought he might do better out in the wild, so he hit up Ferdie to go to one of the clubs downtown that was a party spot that attracted all types, but mostly people his own age. (Porn told him that MILFs were more likely to eat ass, but allegedly, porn wasn’t a realistic depiction of sex.)

Luka wasn’t a huge player, but he scored hookups fairly easily, and he was on the better looking side of average. White, five foot nine, one sixty, brown hair and blue eyes. His dick was only six inches, but he had hella stamina and was an enthusiastic pussy licker–and not afraid to eat some ass. A fan of it, even. 

Looking back, he regretted turning down the few times he’d been offered a rim job or a pinky up his ass during a blowie. Back then, his ass squeezed tighter than Fort Knox at the mere suggestion, though, so it probably wasn’t his time. 

But how could he make it his time now?

A few chicks approached Luka and Ferdie at the club, so they danced for a while. Luka couldn’t really get into it, feeling unusually awkward and shy. He spent the most time with one girl who had him particularly chubbed up. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” she asked.

She was slim thicc and had angelic features that looked sinful with the sharp eyeliner and red lipstick she wore on pouty lips that he’d normally love to see stretched around his cock. She had an ass that wouldn’t quit, and if he was in the right state of mind, he’d be watching his dick get swallowed up by it until morning. Her tattoos and piercings told him she was likely open minded, and open minded women were more likely to eat dudes asses (one might assume.)

Alas…

“Honestly, I’m going through some shit right now,” Luka said, lips twisted in a facsimile of a smile. “I think I’m just gonna kick it with my friend tonight.” He thumbed over his shoulder in Ferdie’s general direction.

The chick nodded, dark eyes softening with sympathy. Lowkey he wanted to take her home just so he could snuggle in her tits and tell her all of his troubles.

“I wanna give you my number,” she said, pulling out her phone. “If you need a friend, hit me up sometime. But we’re committing to platonic buds–I don’t do blurred lines, alright?”

Christ, that sounded wonderful, actually. “Sure.”

She put her number in his phone and they hugged before parting ways. Another dude immediately snatched her up.

He glanced at the screen as he walked back to Ferdie. Her name was Samara. Pretty.

Luka ordered more drinks and slid into the booth where Ferdie was wallflowering. Apparently, neither of them were in the mood to party.

Ferdie accepted the drink and took a few gulps. Clearly, he was going through some shit, but Luka figured if he wanted to tell him, he would. He faced the crowd of dancers and people watched, sipping his drink absentmindedly. His gaze latched on a gay couple he’d seen over at the bar earlier. They were flirting heavily even though they were giving off relationship vibes, and Luka frowned at the casual familiarity between them as the bigger guy grabbed the smaller one’s bubble butt.

Luka bet he would eat ass.

“Bro, why are you looking at those guys like you’re about to commit a hate crime?” Ferdie asked warily.

“I was thinking about something else. I didn’t even realize I was looking at them,” he lied.

He found he wanted to talk about his problems, but he wasn’t sure how to explain them without giving Ferdie the wrong idea.

The wrong idea being that he wanted the big guy at the bar to eat his asshole.

Luka slid his gaze back to Ferdie.

Ferdie’s full name was Fernandez, his maternal grandmother’s maiden name. He’d once volunteered that he was only a little resentful at being bestowed a long forgotten–and recently recycled–last name as a first name, and Luka didn’t point out that not only had he not asked, but Fernandez doth protest too much.

Now that Luka was allowing himself to look, he realized that Ferdie was a handsome motherfucker. He was about an inch taller than Luka, same weight because Ferdie had attention issues and often forgot to eat. He had light brown skin that got a few shades deeper in the summer, making his light brown eyes framed with dark lashes pop even more. He had well balanced features–a pretty boy, but kinda had this vibe like he could kick some ass if he had to, so nobody ever teased him about it.

Luka wondered if Ferdie ever had his ass eaten. 

“Dude, why do you look like you’re about to kick my ass now, too?” asked Ferdie, half laughing, half concerned.

Luka sighed, sliding out of the booth. “I’m going home.”

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Luka spent less time at bars and more time massaging his asshole. He stayed off of dating apps and started hitting the gym more.

He had excess energy and no outlet other than exercise. On the bright side, after half-assing weightlifting for most of his adolescence and early adulthood, he’d already added fifteen pounds to his deadlift and an extra five miles a week on the treadmill. 

Luka might be hard up, but at least he was gonna get jacked. (And if he put on enough muscle all over, people might not notice his right arm getting huge like Quagmire when he discovered Internet porn.)

Luka’s beef with cardio was that it was boring as fuck. He listened to music, but his eyes wandered, going from the TV to checking his phone to the main weightlifting area. It was hard not to look since all of the cardio equipment faced that direction like an amphitheater.

The jury was still out as to whether or not Luka’s recent tendency to stare at beefcakes pumping iron was a result of increased porn consumption. He knew there were studies indicating that porn warped the brain, but he couldn’t find it in himself to give enough of a fuck to stop watching rimming compilations.

There were a few guys at the gym that had Luka’s tongue lolling out of his mouth like a cartoon dog smelling a T-bone steak. And while he’d originally wanted a girl to eat his ass, he found himself thinking, ‘I like eating ass. Do I like eating all asses?’ Because Luka was developing a taste for beefcakes that bordered on obsession, and that, he thought, was more concerning than his increased porn consumption.

He had a recurrent intrusive thought, a mental image of himself licking and sucking at a tiny anus, hidden between the massive globes of a muscle booty. He could almost taste the salty, musky skin, smell the–distinctly male–arousal, and hear gruff words like ‘Eat that ass, faggot. Lick Daddy’s hole.’

It was…well, it was as humiliating as it was compelling.

Luka shivered, balls tingling. He glanced down, struck with horror when he saw that he was throwing wood. How was it possible that he was getting an erection in public when he spent so many hours a day masturbating? That couldn’t be healthy.

Luka rearranged his junk so that the head of his cock was in the waistband of his boxer briefs and covered by his T-shirt.

He imagined one of the muscle daddies below him looking up his shorts and seeing he was erect. Yanking down his pants and showing all of his jock buddies that the little fag was chubbed watching them. Using him and putting him in his place. God, he’d eat all of their asses, he didn’t give a fuck if they were clean or dirty, big or scrawny. He just wanted to try it.

Luka got to the locker room and went to the furthest toilet stall. He sat on the seat with his shorts around his ankles, spitting on his palm before furiously jerking his six inch cock. He googled rimming videos, too impatient to search in the porn browser, and clicked on the first video that popped up.

It was men. As in, men licking mens’ assholes. He wasn’t surprised, per se, just so ambivalent about his recently discovered…bisexuality?

Someone was using the showers, and between the sound of the running water and the loud moaning and wet mouth sounds coming from his headphones, he didn’t hear the footsteps until they were directly next to him, followed shortly by the stall door shutting.

Luka almost whimpered in frustration, on the brink of insanity. He decided he was beyond giving a fuck. He jacked his shit, racing towards the finish line.

The dude in the next stall had bigass feet, he noticed, and he stared intently at his Nikes while he continued to stroke himself.

Over the cacophony of noise, he could distinguish a sound like a metal door sliding on a track, but it took him a moment before he realized that there was–holy fuck.

There was a big, brown cock sticking through a rectangular cutout in the stall divider, right at his eye level where he sat on the toilet. That sound he thought he’d heard was from a peephole opening. It looked like it was meant to be there, not something added later, and he had questions. Because it was a goddamned glory hole. 

Luka was faced with a decision. He stopped choking his schlong and gulped nervously. 

Did dreams come true? Historically, Luka found that not to be the case. But as he looked ten inches of pulsing man meat in the glistening pisshole, he had to wonder if this was, perhaps, the best day of his life. 

It was like all of his fantasies over the past few weeks had culminated into this very moment. 

This was his red pill or blue pill moment.

His body made the decision for him. One minute he was staring at the gorgeous–if intimidatingly large–black cock, and the next, he was floating towards it, tongue first.

It was a sensory experience, one made up entirely of firsts. The precum was slightly viscous and salty. The head was smooth and spongy and it slid over Luka’s tongue like it was a waterslide. Luka moaned like a happy whore, resuming his strokes on his dick as he kissed the end of the cock, pursing his lips into a ring and bobbing shallowly on the tip. He wasn’t even at the thickest part of the head, and it was already a stretch for his lips–and he didn’t think the issue was that he had a small mouth.

Finally, he got the whole head in his mouth, and he began tongueing the ridge, quickly becoming enamored with the texture, how it felt particularly firm at the juncture underneath. He swirled his tongue around the head like a lollipop, moaning again. He stopped paying attention to the outside world, wasn’t even aware if he was loud enough to be heard by anyone but the owner of the perfect cock on the other side of the divider. He just didn’t give a fuck.

He slid down a little more, bobbing his head shallowly, getting the shaft wet. Stretching his tongue to undiscovered territory. He could literally feel the veins varying the texture on his tongue. Even the taste was different the lower he got.

He overshot the next bob, and he gagged. 

That snapped Luka back into reality. He felt dirty. Disgusting. Nasty. He was rubbing one out in the gym locker room while servicing an anonymous stranger’s cock through a hole in the wall. He could be anyone. Hell, maybe Luka knew him. But he couldn’t be sure, and that was more of a turn on than a deterrent.

Luka forced himself down once again, and this time he didn’t gag. He was doing his best to keep his teeth from scraping the shaft, but if this cock got any bigger, it was going to dislocate his jaw. This motherfucker was fatter than a chipotle burrito. 

Luka’s hand flew over his cock, precum drooling liberally. He wished he had lube so he could get his hole nice and wet while he rubbed it. Drenched. It made him feel filthy in the best way.

The man on the other side of the partition, despite Luka only getting about four inches of his cock in his mouth, seemed to be enjoying himself. He thrusted shallowly, dragging those same four inches over Luka’s tongue. Precum was oozing freely from his piss slit, and the taste was becoming addictive. Luka dropped his phone to free his hand and brought it up to stroke the remaining six inches of the man’s cock, his hand barely able to close around the shaft. It was throbbing and alive, thick and heavy. There was something about it being someone else’s cock that made it a sensory experience–jerking off just didn’t push his buttons the way this cock did.

Luka tried to imagine what it would feel like in his ass. Excruciating, probably. Luka thought he could do it, though, if he practiced. This massive thing was a masterpiece, and he could almost feel the burn as his hole stretched, the hot splash of his cum as it split him in half–

That was the last somewhat coherent thought he had before he exploded, letting out a long, endless moan on the fat cock he was sucking greedily. It nudged the back of his throat, and he realized with unexpected pride that he’d managed two more inches while he’d nutted.

Now that he’d jizzed, the cock seemed bigger, though Luka wasn’t sure if that was his post-nut clarity or not. He had to back off and take a break, so he sucked on the head, which took up the entire front section of his mouth on its own.

He gave the man’s cock the attention it deserved, bringing up the hand covered in his load so he could add some glide to the meaty shaft as he jerked it, twisting his wrist, wanting to make this good for the guy who’d probably had his dick sucked by experts before. Luka wanted it to be good for him. Luka wanted to be good for him, this faceless man. And he needed to drink more of his bitter, salty cum. He wiggled his tongue into his piss slit, chasing the taste. He felt like a porn star in one of the rimming videos, like he probably looked dainty as fuck next to this behemoth. 

He worshiped the beautiful cock with the reverence it deserved.

Luka could hear muted grunts from the other side of the wall–the man was getting close, and he was trying to remain quiet, and damn if that wasn’t an ego boost. 

With a deep grunt, the guy unloaded onto Luka’s tongue, and Luka moaned happily, swallowing around the cockhead greedily as his mouth flooded with jizz. The guy seemed to shoot forever, and Luka loved that his cock jumped in his mouth with each jet of his seed it launched. He wished he could feel the man’s balls, what they felt like as they emptied into Luka’s belly.

Luka laved his tongue up and down the stranger’s cock, licking him clean, tasting their mixed juices. Regretfully, after another minute or two, the man pulled his cock free and shut the peephole.

Luka was hard again. He spat the last of the load he’d been holding in his mouth onto his palm, bringing it to his hole. He kicked off his shorts and pulled his feet up onto the toilet seat to get a better angle. He rubbed his hole while he jerked his cock, but it wasn’t enough. 

Luka shoved a finger into his ass. It didn’t feel good, exactly, but it felt wrong, and it was that wrongness, like he was a sexual deviant, that had him shoving another finger alongside the first, chasing the feeling. 

He was a dirty slut.

Luka nutted again, this time getting it on his T-shirt, but he didn’t even care because this, right here, was the best orgasm he’d had in his entire life. Hands down.

When he left the locker room, it felt like everyone in the gym was watching him. All the men were appraising him, silently judging him for being a thirsty little cumslut.

He sped towards the door, trying to outpace his growing erection. Goddammit.

For reasons unknown, Luka glanced over his shoulder before he left the gym. There was a Black man jogging on the treadmill, ripped as fuck, about to burst out of his T-shirt. As if he felt Luka’s eyes on him, the man glanced up. And Luka, who had seemingly lost any and all self preservation, bit his lower lip, sure the longing was evident on his face.

The guy grinned wolfishly, flashing white teeth, and that was the moment that Luka just knew he was the man he’d given his cock sucking virginity to.

Luka gave him a flirty smile, feeling like a chick, and left the gym with a pep in his step.

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Author’s Note: This story’s title is inspired by the Disclosure songs “Intro” and “When a Fire Starts to Burn,” best when played consecutively.

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“Arrggg, Argh, AAARRRGGG!” I growled as Coach Adams pummeled my mouth.  His voice filled with twisted satisfaction. “That’s it, you little faggot. I always knew you’d end up an ‘Oral’—hypersexual males like you always do.” I was still in stunned obedience as he relentlessly face-fucked me, a cruel smile spreading across his lips. “Yes, I can’t wait to use you like the stud you are,” he sneered, gripping my hair and forcing his cock deep into my throat.

Coach Adams, the man who everyone in our community admired for his work with troubled teens, was known for his impeccable morals and dedication. He was the mentor who took the track team out to the river, ensuring we had a great time while keeping a strict eye on us. But now, that same man, who had been a pillar of our community, was shoving his dick deep into my mouth with relentless force, his face twisted with satisfaction, exposing a dark side that shattered the carefully maintained image of integrity and trust.

He had a body like a powerhouse, built strong and thick, with arms that could crush anything and a belly to match. But it was his dick that commanded attention—eight inches of thickness, veined and rigid, with hairy balls that slapped against my chin every time he drove in deep.

“Look at you, Julio,” Coach Adams taunted, a cruel smirk on his face. “If the boys could see you now, jockboy—on your knees, eagerly swallowing Coach.”

I couldn’t help but think about how everything had spiraled into this twisted reality. How had Chris and I been so naive? The world we knew back home, the people we trusted—had it all been a lie?

“Look at Coach, Julio—no fainting. You have the ability for this and more,” he sneered, his tone condescending even as he continued to coach me on how to please him. “Yes, stud,” he emphasized, his voice laced with cruel satisfaction. “That’s how it’s done. Eat me up, slut.”

I forced myself to comply, taking him in hard and deep, every inch of me resisting the humiliation but knowing I had to keep going. I couldn’t fail now, not with my brother depending on me. We had been through too much to let it all crumble now.

“Hello, Coach!” Uncle Rick’s voice cut through the air, startling me as he entered the room, his demeanor as casual as if this were just another day. He gave Coach Adams a high five, their twisted camaraderie a nauseating contrast to the horror I was living. Rick’s gaze fell on me with a pride that made my skin crawl. “How’s my track star treating you today?” he asked, his voice dripping with false cheer.

“Oh, I never imagined the Freeman boys would turn out to be such sluts,” Coach Adams grunted, his breath hitching as he continued to use me. “Rick, you’ve really done something special here.”

“Please, you’re too kind,” Uncle Rick replied, his smile widening as he watched me struggle beneath them. “Arrg. Arrrgghhh! Argh!” The sounds of my discomfort seemed to fuel their pleasure, but they paid them no mind, too absorbed in their sick enjoyment.

“Well, Coach,” Rick continued, ignoring my muffled protests, “it was my turn to bring in the studs, and these two were just ripe for the picking.”

“Is Matt…?” Coach Adams struggled to get the words out, the pleasure overtaking him. His body shivered slightly, his satisfaction evident. “Has he had a taste of the boys?”

“Yes,” Uncle Rick replied with a gleeful tone, as if sharing a delightful secret. “You know Matt—he couldn’t wait.”

“Julio, look at me,” my uncle commanded, his voice sharp and demanding. I forced myself to meet his gaze, the man who had orchestrated this nightmare, so pleased with what he’d done to us. “Show the Coach how much you appreciate his training,” Rick said with a twisted grin. “Show him how long you can hold your breath”

Coach Adams’ grip tightened on my head, guiding me further down onto his dick, forcing me to take every inch until I could barely breathe. The pressure was suffocating, but I knew I had to endure..

“That’s it, Julio,” Coach Adams groaned, his voice low and filled with lust. “Take it all in, show me what a good little slut you are.”

Uncle Rick watched with a twisted satisfaction, his eyes gleaming as he leaned back, enjoying the show. “See, Coach? I told you he was a natural. Watch his face; you’ll love it.”

My lungs burned, my vision blurred as I fought to hold on, the need for air growing more desperate with every passing second. Coach Adams’ dick filled my throat, blocking my airway, but I held on, refusing to break. The room seemed to spin, darkness creeping in at the edges of my vision, but I kept going, knowing I couldn’t let them win.

Coach Adams groaned louder, his hands gripping my head as he thrust harder, his pleasure evident in every move. “That’s it, boy,” he muttered, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You’re doing so well.”

Finally, just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, Coach Adams pulled out, letting me gasp for air. I coughed, my throat raw, but I kept my head down, refusing to show them how much it had affected me. Tears blurred my vision, but I wiped them away quickly, determined not to let them see me cry.

“Good job, Julio,” Uncle Rick said, his tone dripping with condescension as he patted my head. “I knew you had it in you.”

“Coach Adams,” Rick said, his voice dripping with a casual cruelty that made my skin crawl, “Can I interest you in the other boy? You know, take him out for a spin?” He smiled, a cold, calculating grin that sent a shiver down my spine.

Coach Adams chuckled darkly, his eyes narrowing as he considered the offer. “Oh, I’ve always wanted that boy,” he admitted, a hint of regret in his voice. “But he was always more interested in football and the girls. Shame, really.” His gaze flickered over me, a predatory glint in his eyes. “Not gonna lie, Julio is starting to look more like his dad in every way.” He licked his lips, the gesture sickening. “A fine leather stud.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut, the realization dawning with a sickening clarity. These men had wanted my dad too. The idea twisted in my mind, a nauseating thought that made me recoil. And somehow, they had gotten my uncle.

Rick’s smile widened, wicked and full of dark promises. “Well, we’ll see if that’s how things work out for him,” he said, his tone laced with malicious intent. The implication was clear—they had plans for me, just as they had for my brother, just as they had for my uncle.

Coach Adams looked at me again, his gaze hungry and calculating, as if already plotting how to use me next. I met his stare head-on, refusing to show the fear that churned in my stomach.

“Yeah, we’ll see,” I echoed, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “We’ll see how things work out.”

The casual cruelty in their conversation made my stomach churn, but I forced myself to remain composed. “I would love to try Chris if he’s not occupied,” Coach Adams said with a twisted smile, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

My uncle, with chilling nonchalance, responded, “Well, he was with his football coach, Devon, earlier. You know Devon—he can fuck for hours.” His tone was disturbingly casual, as if discussing mundane details rather than the brutal exploitation of my brother. I sent a silent plea to the universe, hoping Chris could endure just a little longer.

“Julio, get up and take the sling off. I want you just in your cock ring,” my uncle commanded, snapping his fingers for emphasis. I stood, imitating the blank stare that had become all too familiar on Chris’s face, allowing Coach Adams to roughly strip off the sling, leaving me exposed except for the tight cock ring.

“See that body? So much like his dad’s,” Coach Adams mused, his voice thick with sinister admiration. “I can’t wait for him to fill it out.” His words were laced with malevolence, and it took everything in me not to recoil in disgust.

“Now, Julio,” my uncle snapped again, pulling me back to the present. “Go see if Coach Devon is done with Chris so we can let Coach Adams have a taste.” He looked at me directly, his eyes devoid of any familial connection—just cold, calculated intent. We were nothing more than objects to him, things for their twisted pleasure.

“And while you’re at it,” he continued with a smirk, “bring us drinks. A round for all of us. Make sure to add extra ice for your favorite soccer mentor, Coach Rivera.” His tone was filled with dark implications. “You know Coach Rivera likes everything rough, so don’t make him mad…unless,” he paused, his gaze narrowing, “you’re into that, Julio.”

I nodded, swallowing my revulsion. Every word, every command was meant to break me down, to reduce me to nothing more than a tool for their desires. But I couldn’t afford to show any weakness. Not now. 

The scene was a nightmare, and I could barely keep my hands steady as I mixed the drinks for these monsters. Each pour of liquor was an act of control, a small, defiant gesture as I fought to keep it together. My hands were trembling, but I had to focus. Rick had already used me in front of everyone, in front of my brother. They had all watched as he came in my mouth, as I was forced to show them, then swallow. The humiliation burned hot inside me, a searing shame that I couldn’t shake.

The entire athletic department was here: Coach Adams, the track and field coach; Coach Devon, the football coach and local hero; Coach Rivera, the soccer coach; and Matt, alongside Uncle Rick. It was hard to wrap my head around it, how these men—respected pillars of our community—were all part of this twisted reality. Yet even after everything, despite the humiliation and the degradation, I couldn’t deny the shameful arousal that gripped me. It was like a sickness, infecting me with every twisted command they gave.

I was slipping, but I swore to myself that I would fight every step of the way.

“There you are, sport,” I heard Matt’s voice as he walked in, dressed casually in some shorts and a buttoned-up black shirt that matched his arrogant demeanor. He looked me over with a twisted satisfaction, his gaze piercing through me as if he could see every inch of my struggle. I felt the walls closing in, but I couldn’t show any weakness.

Matt cupped my face, pulling me close, his grip firm and unyielding. “That’s a good boy,” he said, his voice a mockery of the praise I had once craved as a child. “I can’t wait for you to join your brother. You’ll love it, I promise,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin before he released me, striding out to join the others on the back porch.

I stood there for a moment, the weight of it all pressing down on me, the air thick with the stench of betrayal and despair. But I couldn’t afford to break—not now, not with Chris depending on me.

I finished the drinks and took inventory, earlier today i had been asked to got he liquor at the rest stop and i made sure t maximize my time as aly tardinesas would be rining alarms, I got everything I needed and came back quickly with allt he things they wanted, snacks, drinks, ber and liquor as well as sandwiches and food trays, everything was ready for this sick party.

The dread was nearly paralyzing as I counted the items for the drinks, my hands shaking slightly. I glanced over the food inventory list Rick had given me earlier when he sent me out to the rest stop shop. It seemed mundane at the time, just a list of snacks and supplies for the so-called “gathering,” but now it felt like a lifeline, something to focus on to keep my mind from unraveling completely. The items were all accounted for—chips, sodas, pretzels, even the fresh fruit that Rick had insisted on. Everything was in order, which meant there’d be no excuse to leave the house, no reason to step outside and escape the horrors within.

The thought of leaving my brother behind in this house filled me with a deep, gnawing fear. Every second away from him felt like an eternity in which anything could happen, and I couldn’t bear the thought of what might occur if I wasn’t there.

Taking a deep breath, I started up the stairs, a drink in hand, my heart pounding with every step. I knew what I would find, and that knowledge didn’t make it any easier. It never did. Each time hurt just as much as the first, and each time I felt like I was failing Chris all over again. But I had to keep playing this sick game, for just a little longer, until I could find a way to get us both out.

As I ascended, the creaking of the wooden floors grew louder, each step vibrating through the house, accompanied by the familiar, unsettling sound of the metal bed frame squeaking under the force being exerted on it. My stomach twisted into knots, and I had to force myself to keep moving, to push down the fear threatening to overwhelm me.

“You were always so cocky, bitch. You’re loving this,” I heard a voice sneer from behind the door. “That’s it, push back. Coach is giving you a good workout, boy.” The cruel, taunting words filled the air as I reached the door, my heart hammering in my chest.

There, in the room, was Chris, his eyes glazed over, riding Coach Devin in reverse cowboy. His knees held steady as he braced himself, using his arms for support as he slammed himself down onto the coach’s lap. “Yes, boy, you’ve always had such an amazing ass,” Devin grunted, smacking my brother hard several times. “I trained this ass. This is my ass.”

Chris’s hard-on was like a rod, stiff and throbbing, bouncing with every movement as his balls followed suit. The sight of it all—the degradation, the way Chris had been reduced to this—made me want to scream, to lash out, to do anything to stop it. But I couldn’t. Not yet.

“Hey there, Julio,” Coach Devin said, trying to mock my accent with a twisted grin. He flipped Chris over effortlessly, my brother now face down, grunting as he took Coach Devin in with each thrust, his body jerking from the relentless slapping from behind.

Coach Devin was in charge of the football team, a former star player who had come close to making it to the pros before knee problems ended his career. His black skin gleamed under the light filtering in from the window, every muscle taut and defined. He stood tall at 6’2”, his athletic build and towering presence only amplified by the huge 11-inch dick he was driving into Chris.

“Bring it over, boy,” he demanded, and as I approached, I found myself struggling to catch my breath. The closer I got, the harder Coach Devin pounded Chris, his eyes locking onto mine, searching for any hint of desire or lust. I was caught off guard, gasping as Chris suddenly took my cock into his mouth. Coach Devin watched, a smirk on his face as he gulped down water. “I’m almost done, Julio,” he said with a smile. “Oh, look at that—Chris loves his brother,” he added with a cruel chuckle as he watched Chris slobbering over my hard cock, taking it deep into his mouth with a hunger born from his twisted training.

Coach Devin’s smile widened as he watched Chris devour my cock, slamming into him harder. “Arrgggh, Arrrrghh, Arrgrhhhhghh,” Chris grunted, the sounds of his struggle filling the room. Coach handed me back the water, but when I offered the drink to him, he shook his head, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. “Not yet. I want to drill your brother nice and good,” he hissed, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

“Master Rick,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper, thick with shame. “He wants everyone downstairs… something about the night being young.”

Coach Devin finally pulled out of Chris, the motion rough and unceremonious. “You’re right,” he said, smirking as he adjusted his pants. “Let me show you the way,” I offered, trying to maintain some semblance of control as we headed down the stairs. His hand lingered on my shoulders and ass, the touch making my skin crawl.

“Man, you look more like your old man every day,” he said, his voice tinged with a dark, twisted admiration. “I can’t wait to ride you just like your brother back there,” he added, his words laced with sinister intent. “Did you see him still jerking off? Studs like that aren’t born—they’re made,” he laughed, the sound echoing through the hallway as we descended into the gathering below.

“Everyone gather around” my uncle said with pride as he held his drink high and full of liquor “Julio go check on the chicken, tortillas or your brother ,this toast is for real men”  i felt the sting of his words and the malevolent eyes of the others looking at me waiting for my obedience. I bowed slightly as I walked away with the open bottle and dumping it near the bushes away from sight. 

I walked into the third bedroom, a space tucked away downstairs, more like an unused office that had been transformed into a twisted dungeon. The room was filled with links, straps, and an array of items clearly designed for bondage. It was the perfect place to hide, to plan, as they drank and toasted their so-called victory. I wandered around, my fingers brushing over the cold metal and rough leather, admiring the meticulous effort it must have taken to acquire all the tools of their trade. The room felt like a museum of horrors, each piece telling a story of broken bodies and shattered minds.

Uncle had mentioned that it was his turn to find the next studs, which meant the poor souls who came before Chris and me had been used up and discarded like trash. A wave of sorrow washed over me—I wished they had survived, that they had found a way out. But their fate only steeled my resolve. This was my chance, my moment to turn the tables.

Five minutes later, I stepped outside, walking calmly toward the coaches, who were now gathered together, high as kites and belligerent like addicts on the verge of collapse. They were too far gone to notice the change in my demeanor, the cold calculation in my eyes. I had prepared their drinks with a smile, watching as they downed them without hesitation. What they didn’t know was that I had crushed several pills into the bottles, the same way they had drugged Chris and me. The appetizers, too, had more than just sugar—I made sure of it.

As the substances took hold, their laughter grew slurred, their movements sluggish. They were too relaxed, too confident in their perceived dominance to realize what was happening. One by one, I tied them down, securing each of them with the very devices Uncle Rick had so carefully curated for his twisted games. He had so many tools, it was almost hard to pick the right one for each of them, but I did. The irony wasn’t lost on me—they had spent so long perfecting their craft, and now, it was being used against them.

They were too high, too disoriented to fight back. Their bodies sagged in the restraints, their eyes glazed over, still drunk on their own arrogance. I looked at them, each one a predator who had finally become the prey. And yet, as much as I reveled in the power shift, a deep unease gnawed at me. This wasn’t who I was—or at least, not who I wanted to be. But I had no choice; I had to protect Chris, and this was the only way.

As I stood there, watching them, a dark satisfaction welled up inside me. They deserved this—they deserved every bit of the fear, the helplessness, the pain that they had inflicted on us. But beneath that satisfaction was a flicker of doubt, a small voice reminding me that, despite everything, I was still a good person. I was doing what I had to do to survive, to save my brother, but it didn’t change the fact that this revenge came at a cost. It was a line I never thought I’d cross, and now that I had, I wondered if I could ever go back.

But as I tightened the last strap, securing Coach Adams in place, I pushed those doubts aside. This was about survival—nothing more, nothing less. I would deal with the consequences later. For now, I had to finish what I started.

I walked over to Matt, feeling the adrenaline coursing through my veins. With deliberate slowness, I got on my knees before him, pulling him close as I wrapped my arms around his thick neck. I kissed him deeply, pouring every ounce of calculated seduction into the act. “Come with me to the bedroom,” I crooned softly, staring into his eyes with a mix of desire and intent, my teeth gently grazing my lower lip. “I want you to be my first,” I whispered, my voice laced with a promise that he was too high and drunk to resist.

Even in his altered state, he managed a slow nod, his foggy mind barely processing the words. His hands fumbled as he stripped off his pants and shirt, leaving him naked and exposed. I led him to the bedroom, his steps unsteady, his eyes glazed with intoxication. As we entered the dimly lit room, I whispered, “Let me get the light,” watching as he stumbled over his words and actions, completely under my control.

Moving swiftly, I grabbed an old collar and chain, securing it around his thick neck in one fluid motion. Before he could react, I yanked the chain hard, forcing him onto his tiptoes, his eyes wide with shock as he looked forward, realizing too late that he was trapped. “Son of a bitch, I’m going to make you pay!” he yelled, his voice filled with rage and confusion. But it was too late—he was mine now.

I flicked on the light, illuminating the room. As his eyes adjusted, I watched the moment his bravado crumbled into horror. His mouth dropped open in disbelief as he stared at the scene before him.

In the center of the room, Anthony—his own son—was hogtied and high as a kite. The realization hit Matt like a freight train. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of Anthony on all fours, his limbs bound from every angle, his body completely immobilized. Anthony’s eyes were glazed over, barely registering his surroundings, a thick line of drool slipping past the mouth strap that held his jaw open.

The horror in Matt’s eyes was palpable as he struggled against the chain, but there was no escape. He was caught, just like his son. I could see the anguish in his face as the full weight of the situation settled in—a father, now powerless, forced to witness his son in the very position he had put countless others in. The tables had turned, and I reveled in the bitter satisfaction of it, even as a part of me recoiled from the darkness of my actions. 

“What do you think, Matt?” I asked, my voice cold and deliberate as I circled Anthony like a predator. Matt struggled furiously, the chains clinking with every desperate movement, but it was futile. The devices were designed with brutal efficiency, the more he fought, the tighter they held. 

“Listen up, you fat pig!” I growled, my voice filled with an authority I didn’t know I had. It echoed through the room, reverberating with a power that reminded me of my father. It was a voice that made me feel, if only for a moment, like I was in control. “Father,” I whispered in my mind, “I need you.” But I knew there was no turning back. The old me had to be buried, replaced by this new, unrecognizable version that had been forged in the fire of betrayal and torment.

Matt’s eyes widened, his struggling halting for a moment as he processed the authority in my tone. He was no longer the one in control. “I’m going to fuck Anthony,” I declared, my words slicing through the air with cruel precision, “and you’re going to watch every single second.” I yanked Anthony’s hair, jerking his head up into the light so Matt could see his son’s face clearly, every detail illuminated in the harsh glow. “He’s a cute one, isn’t he?” I mocked, my voice dripping with venom as I reached down, grabbing Anthony’s dick.

“MMMMMMM,” Anthony moaned, his body betraying him as his cock hardened in my hand, responding to the twisted stimulation. The sound of his pleasure was like a dagger to Matt’s heart, his face contorting in pure horror. He watched, helpless and broken, as his son was reduced to nothing more than an object of lust, his mind likely reeling with the realization that the roles had reversed so completely.

Matt’s eyes were wide, the terror and disbelief palpable as he took in the scene before him. His own flesh and blood, violated right in front of him, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. His face, twisted in anguish

“Cute face, a mans face right?” i said and matts eyes ran cold “hes not much of a man, I said cute face but …this thing I said as I yanked on his cock, this 6 inch thing” i said with a smile “a mans, man, my ass I said as i layed my cock on top of Anthinys ass. 

“Julio, please, his my son” he said is voice full lf concern “some studs are not borm I said, some have to e made” as i PULLED A TINY vibrator and slipped it into aNTHONYS exposed ASS”

“MMMMMM” anthony responded “yesssss” he grunted as he tried to flex “look at that” I said “hes a natural”

I pulled out a massive, cone-shaped dildo, its design reminiscent of the traffic cones you see on the streets, complete with ridges and an unnatural orange sheen. The moment Matt saw it, his resolve broke, and he began to cry and beg, making desperate promises.

“Listen up, pig,” I hissed, pouring every ounce of venom into my words. “I don’t give a shit about your promises.” I held the slick, shiny cone in my hand, its surface gleaming in the dim light as I waved it in front of him. Matt’s begging grew more frantic, but his words fell on deaf ears.

I moved deliberately, making sure each motion was clear and precise as I brought the dildo behind Anthony. I positioned the tip just outside his wet, trembling hole, watching as Anthony shivered, his body involuntarily pushing back, teetering on the edge of what he could handle. Matt’s pleading grew louder, his voice breaking with desperation.

“Room for one more?” I asked coldly, retracting the massive plug just enough to brace myself for the plunge. Anthony was writhing beneath me, lost in a sea of twisted pleasure, driven by the perverse conditioning these men had subjected him to. He wanted nothing more than to cum, his body betraying him with every movement.

“I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT! I’LL BE YOUR SLAVE, I’LL OBEY, PLEASE, DON’T DO THIS!” Matt’s voice was filled with raw panic, his bravado completely shattered.

I paused, the tip of the plug just inches from its target. “Good pig,” I muttered, a cruel smile spreading across my face. I walked over to Matt, securing a chastity cage around his cock and pushing a smaller plug into him. He grunted and shuddered, clearly unused to being taken in such a way. The humiliation in his eyes was palpable, a man who had always been in control now reduced to nothing.

“On your knees, pig,” I commanded, and Matt obeyed, still crying, his tears mixing with the sweat on his face. He looked at Anthony, who was lost in a fog of sexual pleasure, the pain, shame, and fear all etched across his face. Matt knew he had been bested, and the realization cut deep.

“You will bring the other pigs and tie them up for me. Hurry,” I ordered, my voice cold and unyielding. Matt scrambled to his feet, this hulking man now reduced to a naked, exposed figure, his cock trapped in a cage and a plug lodged firmly in his ass. The sight of him, once so dominant, now completely subdued, filled me with a dark satisfaction.

Matt quickly brought Coach Adams into the room, his large hands fumbling as he tied the man up, securing him face down, ass up. Next was Rivera, then Devin. Each one was bound in the same humiliating position, their faces pressed into the floor, their bodies fully exposed and vulnerable.

I moved around the room, checking their straps twice, making sure there was no chance of escape. They were all at my mercy now, these men who had once reveled in their power, who had taken pleasure in breaking others. Now, they were the ones broken, their will stripped away.

“Knock, knock.” The sound was sharp, reverberating through the tense air. I pointed toward the door. “Go get it,” I ordered Matt, standing close behind him, a bat gripped tightly in my hand just in case things went south.

Matt hesitated, but the look in my eyes left no room for argument. He opened the door to reveal a tall, bearded trucker who smelled strongly of diesel and something else—something foul, like the scent of a truck stop bathroom. Two other men of the same build stood behind him, their expressions unreadable, but their presence imposing.

“I’m looking for Matt,” the trucker growled, his eyes narrowing as they focused on Matt. The men behind him shifted, their weight causing the wooden porch to creak ominously.

“This is Matt, Steve,” I said coldly, stepping aside to let them in. The three men looked Matt over with the same dispassionate scrutiny one might reserve for a piece of meat.

“He’ll do,” Steve grunted, giving a nod of approval.

“He’s all yours then,” I replied, my voice devoid of emotion. As soon as the words left my mouth, the three men pounced. Matt barely had time to react before they overpowered him, chaining him up with brutal efficiency. The shock on his face was almost pitiful—almost.

“Where are you taking him?” I asked, keeping my voice steady.

Steve turned to me, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “If you need him,” he said, “he’ll be at the rest stop, in the last stall.” With no further explanation, they dragged Matt out the door. He was a big man, but the three truckers lifted him like he weighed nothing, tossing him into the back of an open truck with a casual brutality that made the vehicle shake from the impact.

The truck roared to life, the engine growling as it rumbled down the driveway, Matt’s muffled shouts fading into the distance. I watched until the taillights disappeared, gripping the bat in my hand until my knuckles turned white.

The trips I made for the party into town had just paid off. 

There was just Uncle Rick left. I looked back and noticed he wasn’t on the back porch. *Whack!* The blow slammed into me from behind, sending me stumbling forward. “Little shit,” I heard him growl as he fumbled on his feet, but he was still strong—too strong.

This was it. I pushed myself up and tackled him into the house, crashing into the living room. “I’ll show you!” he roared, swinging wildly. He missed my face, but I felt the air slap against me as I pulled away. I lashed out, landing a punch straight into his gut, the kind my mom would’ve been proud of. “Fuck!” he yelled, doubling over, but not before grabbing my shirt and dragging me down with him.

We rolled on the floor, fists flying, but it wasn’t enough. He was too strong, too much muscle. My mind screamed at me: *Think! If he gets on top, it’s over.* Desperation surged through me, and with a guttural scream, I bit into his face. The taste of blood filled my mouth, but he swatted me away like I was nothing, sending me crashing into the coffee table.

I scrambled to my feet, but he was already on me, lifting me up and slamming me down onto the kitchen table. The impact knocked the wind out of me, leaving me gasping for air. I tried to kick, tried to push him off, but he was on top of me, between my legs, his hands tightening around my throat. Panic surged as I slapped at him, my vision starting to blur.

I heard honking and the distant sound of traffic, so close yet so far away. *This is it,* I thought as black spots danced in my vision. “That’s it, Julio,” Uncle Rick sneered, even with blood trickling down his face from our struggle. “You’re going night-night, and when you wake up…” He smiled, a sick, twisted grin. “…you won’t be awake like you are now. Not for a long time. Not until you can’t even remember who you really are.”

“Fuck you,” I rasped, my voice barely a whisper. I knew I had no other choice. It was him or me. With every ounce of strength left in me, I jabbed my finger into his eye socket. He let out a howl of pain, reeling back.

I stumbled off the table, my lungs burning as I fought to catch my breath. My body trembled with exhaustion, but there was no time. I watched as Uncle Rick, like some creature of the night, rose again, his hand clutching the bat. “Game over, bitch!” he screamed, lunging at me with everything he had left.

A thudding sound cracked over my head, and in shock, I looked up to see Chris wrestling with Uncle Rick on the floor, his fingers digging into the open wound on Rick’s cheek, sending him reeling. But Rick fought on, confident in his strength to overcome us.

“Arrgg!” I heard Chris yelp as Uncle Rick dug two fingers into his used hole. “You’re not the only trained wrestler, asshole,” Rick hissed, as they continued to swing and land punches.

Even from the floor, gasping for air, I could see that Chris was still too overpowered to fight fully. If this had been a fair fight, Chris and I would have lost. I grabbed the chair and tried to lift it, but something was wrong—something in me was broken.

I heard the crash before I saw Chris fly over Uncle Rick’s shoulder and land on the already broken and shattered living room couch. “Uuuhhhmmm,” Chris moaned as the impact knocked the wind out of him. Rage filled my body, fueling and numbing me as I grabbed the chair. Just as my uncle’s leg was coming down on Chris, I jammed the chair under his stomach, sending him crashing back into the last remaining item in the living room—the 75-inch TV.

“Brother, run!” Chris yelled as the sounds of chaos grew louder. “No, Chris, we do this together,” I replied, my arm throbbing with pain as I helped him up.

Our uncle rising again unnaturally or was it just that the effects of the substances were also numbing him? He had the bat again.

“You are both staying,” he snarled. “No one is leaving this fucking house,” he added as he picked up the bat, preparing to lunge at us again.

I looked over at Chris, my brother, my hero, both of us breathing hard, our bodies battered and bruised from the fight. We had given it everything, fought with every ounce of strength we had, but it wasn’t enough. The plan had failed, I tried so hard but there was no more time. 

But even in the face of defeat, I couldn’t let the fear take over. I forced a rebellious smile, a final act of defiance, and winked at my brother. His eyes, once clouded with fear, flashed with something new—an anger and determination that mirrored my own.

“Together,” he said, his voice steady despite the tremble in his breath.

“Together,” I replied, my voice firm, echoing his resolve as we both braced ourselves for what we believed was the end.

We knew what was coming. This wasn’t just the end of the fight—it was the end of our freedom, the start of a life where we would be nothing more than slaves, stripped of any hope for escape. 

I clenched my fists, feeling the sting of my wounds but ignoring the pain. We weren’t going down without a fight, no matter how hopeless it seemed. I met Chris’s gaze, our silent pact stronger than ever. Whatever happened next, we would face it together, side by side, as brothers.

!BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM! 

The door shattered inward, splinters flying as if it had been struck by a battering ram. Chris and I instinctively ducked, shielding ourselves from whatever was coming next. But instead of another threat, we saw the hulking figure of our dad, his silhouette dominating the doorway.

Without hesitation, Dad lunged at Uncle Rick, the two of them crashing to the ground in a tangle of limbs. They rolled, grappling with each other, the raw power of their bodies shaking the floor beneath us. It was like watching titans clash—no room for weakness, only survival.

Uncle Rick managed to get Dad in a headlock, his muscles straining with the effort. But Dad was too strong, too relentless. With a powerful thrust, he threw himself backward, slamming Uncle Rick into the ground with a force that knocked the wind out of him. The impact reverberated through the house, making the walls shudder.

As they moved to the kitchen, their brawl left a path of destruction in its wake. Cabinets splintered, countertops cracked, and the floor was littered with broken glass and debris. Every time Uncle Rick tried to fight back with raw, vicious intent, Dad countered with controlled, devastating blows—each punch heavy and precise, carrying the full weight of his strength.

The sound of each hit echoed through the house, so loud we could hear it from where we crouched on the living room floor. It was surreal, watching the shadowy forms of these two powerful men—warriors locked in a death match where only one could emerge victorious.

Uncle Rick fought with pure malice, his eyes wild with rage, but Dad was relentless, delivering blow after blow with a controlled fury that left no doubt about his resolve. He wasn’t fighting to kill, but every strike he landed carried the weight of years of discipline and power, each one a promise that he would protect us at all costs.

We watched in awe, unable to tear our eyes away from the battle. This was more than just a fight; it was a reckoning. The clash of fists and the crash of furniture breaking were the only sounds, filling the space with a raw, primal energy that left us breathless.

But amidst the chaos, there was a moment—just one fleeting moment—where everything else faded away.

“You called Dad?” Chris’s voice broke through the noise, thick with tears, as he looked at me with a mixture of disbelief and overwhelming emotion. His eyes, filled with pain and exhaustion, were glistening with the tears he had fought to hold back for so long.

“Of course I did,” I replied, my voice cracking under the weight of everything we had been through. I pulled him into a hug, and in that instant, we weren’t just two beaten and broken boys—we were brothers, holding on to each other for dear life as the world collapsed around us.

Chris started to cry, his sobs shaking his entire body. “I tried, brother. It was me or you, and… I let them take me,” he choked out, the guilt and shame pouring out with every tear.

“I know,” I whispered, my own tears flowing freely as I held him tighter, feeling his trembling frame in my arms. “You’re my big brother, my hero,” I sobbed, the words spilling out as I buried my face in his shoulder, holding on to the one person who had always been my protector.

The house shook with the force of an earthquake, the battle between Dad and Uncle Rick raging on around us. But in that moment, none of it mattered. All that mattered was that we were together, clinging to each other like we had done so many times before when the world seemed too cruel, too big to bear.

For a brief second, the noise of the fight faded into the background, replaced by the sound of our shared grief and love. In each other’s arms, we found the strength to keep going, to face whatever came next.

The room was thick with tension, every breath heavy with the scent of blood and sweat. Uncle Rick, battered and broken, was barely hanging on. But he had one last ounce of defiance in him, a final surge of desperation. He staggered to his feet, his swollen eyes filled with rage, as he lunged at our father one last time.

But Dad was ready.

“You son of a bitch!” Dad roared, his voice filled with all the fury of a father protecting his children. With a powerful, decisive punch, he drove his fist into Rick’s jaw. The impact was like a thunderclap, reverberating through the room. Uncle Rick’s body lifted off the ground, flying clear across the room, and crashed into the wall with a sickening thud. He crumpled to the floor in a heap, his body utterly defeated.

Chris moved in front of me instinctively, his protective instincts still on high alert, but it was clear that the fight was over. Uncle Rick was done, reduced to a mass of moans and pain. His chiseled face was a bloody, swollen mess, his eyes barely able to open, his lip split and bleeding. He tried, with futile determination, to push himself up, but his body had nothing left to give.

Our father, breathing heavily, emerged from the kitchen, his own body marked with scratches and red spots, his shirt torn to shreds. Blood dripped from his nose, but he was otherwise unscathed, standing tall and victorious.

Without a second thought, Chris and I ran to him, tears streaming down our faces as we collapsed into his arms. We clawed at him like desperate children, seeking the safety and comfort only he could provide. His strong arms wrapped around us, pulling us close.

“Ssshhhh, my sons,” he whispered, his voice soothing as he held us tight. “You did your best, and you did it right. You get to learn, and you get to live another day.”

Dad looked at me, his eyes filled with both pride and relief. “Son, you were so brave, and I’m so proud of you,” he said, his voice steady despite the chaos we had just been through. “I got here as fast as I could, hoping you’d hear me honking as I tore down the road.” I nodded, still feeling like a boy who needed his father’s reassurance.

He turned to Chris, who was clinging to him, still trembling. “Chris, I love you, son. You were so brave,” Dad said, his voice thick with emotion. Chris didn’t look up, but he held onto us even tighter, like he was afraid to let go.

A moment later, I led Dad to the room where the coaches and Matt’s kid were tied up. They were still unconscious, their bodies twisted and exposed in humiliating positions—remnants of the nightmare we had just survived.

“Take Matt out and put him in the car,” Dad ordered, his voice calm and in control. “And boys, I’ve got some clothes in the back.”

I winced as I moved, the pain in my arm flaring up. “Let me help you,” Chris said, gently easing my sweater on. “Aaaah, shit,” I hissed as the fabric slid over my injured arm. Anthony, now dressed in ill-fitting shorts and a shirt, his gaze still glazed sat in the back seat. 

Dad returned, his face set in a grim expression, and handed a phone to Chris, uncle ricks phone. “Upload the photos to the community page and the school page and social media,” he instructed. “No text, just the images.”

Chris swallowed hard as he looked at the screen, showing me the photos of the hog-tied coaches. They were in degrading, vulnerable positions, their bodies still contorted from the drugs, looking like something out of a twisted porn video.

“Close the doors and windows,” Dad said, stepping out of the house. Chris and I did as we were told, the air thick with tension. Moments later, blood-curdling screams echoed through the house—first Coach Devin, then Coach Rivera, Coach Adams, and finally, Uncle Rick.

Chris and I exchanged terrified glances, fearing that Dad had gone too far, that he might have killed them. When he finally emerged, his right arm smeared with fresh blood from elbow to fingers, he saw the fear in our eyes.

“Don’t worry, they’ll live,” Dad said, his voice eerily calm. “I just introduced them to my fist.” He walked over to the vehicles parked outside and slashed the tires, ensuring they couldn’t leave.

As we drove down the road, the events of the night replayed in my mind. “Dad, we need to stop for Matt. He was taken to the truck stop,” I reminded him. Dad, focused but determined, pulled over. “He’s in the last stall,” I added, knowing that Matt was now part of this twisted mess.

Dad handed the phone to Chris again, instructing him to upload more pictures—this time of Matt, humiliated and broken, his body used and abused. When Dad came back from the truck stop, his arm was freshly bloodied, and Chris and I looked down, knowing what he had done to Matt.

Without a word, Dad threw Matt into the back of the truck. We drove to a rundown house, where Dad dumped Matt and his son at the front door. As we pulled away and merged onto the busy street, we left behind the nightmare we had just lived through, the weight of everything we’d endured slowly fading in the distance. 

This chapter was closing, and though we were battered and bruised, we were finally on the road to healing.

The end. 

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In the quiet suburbia of Willow Creek, a peculiar character named Larry McDermott often drew puzzled glances. Larry was a slender man with a face that could be found buried in a book more often than not. His wire-rimmed glasses sat precariously on the bridge of his nose, magnifying his eyes, which always seemed to be scanning the pages of his latest sci-fi novel.

His thin frame was almost a parody of the hulking figures that graced the covers of the muscle magazines he sometimes read in secret. Larry’s life was simple: work at the local comic book store, go to the gym, and come home to his cats, Mr. Whiskers and Lady Meow. He was a creature of habit, his routine as predictable as the plot of a sitcom.

Yet, beneath Larry’s unassuming exterior lay a physical anomaly that even the gods of Olympus would envy. Endowed with a 12-inch penis, he had learned to keep it hidden, fearing the ridicule and misunderstanding that came with his gift. At the gym, he wore baggy shorts that hung low, concealing his secret. His towels were always meticulously placed in the locker room to avoid any accidental exposure. He had been teased enough in high school, and now, in his mid 30s, Larry just wanted to live a quiet life, free from the whispers and stares that had haunted him for so long.

Enter Mike “The Mountain” Manson, the gym’s resident bodybuilder, a man whose muscles had muscles. Mike’s chest was a sculpted masterpiece, his biceps the size of watermelons, and his legs looked like they could crush a car. Despite his towering physique, Mike had a complex about his manhood, which was unfortunately on the smaller side of the spectrum. He was known for his boisterous personality, overcompensating for his lack of confidence in the locker room with tales of his conquests that were as tall as he was wide.

One fateful day, as Larry was leaving the gym, his towel slipped, revealing the outline of his monstrous cock. Mike, who had been flexing in the mirror, caught a glimpse and his jaw dropped. The sight was like a punch to the gut, a stark reminder that the universe wasn’t always fair. Larry, mortified, rushed to cover up, but the damage was done. Mike’s curiosity was piqued, and he couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of envy and fascination.

Days turned into weeks, and Mike found himself seeking out Larry’s company at the gym. They started with awkward small talk about protein shakes and the latest workout routines, but the elephant in the room was always Larry’s size. Mike, ever the competitor, couldn’t resist the urge to challenge Larry to a friendly wiener measuring contest. Larry, used to keeping his gift under wraps, was hesitant but eventually caved under Mike’s persistent teasing. In the locker room, with the air thick with tension, they compared sizes. Mike’s dick was a mere shadow of Larry’s mighty girth.

The tension grew palpable, and before Larry could slip his towel back on, Mike leaned in, his hand reaching out to touch Larry’s cock. “Can I… feel it?” he asked, his voice a mix of awe and desperation. Larry, taken aback, could only nod. Mike’s fingers wrapped around Larry’s shaft, his eyes widening at the sheer heft of it. “Fuck, man,” Mike murmured, “it’s like holding a baseball bat.” The two men looked at each other, their friendship taking a sudden and unexpected turn.

Mike beckoned Larry into the gym showers while it was almost closing time and no one was around. As soon as Larry came into the secluded end of the showers Mike dropped to his knees and started sucking Larry’s baton like a madman.

Larry Moaned in pleasure as he watched the masculine mountain of a man throating his monster cock like a bitch in heat.
Mike couldn’t believe the contrast of his clit against a real man’s organ. It felt like a tinge of envy and awe in his chest as his hole puckered while his throat felt the assault of the missile.

Larry’s hands found his way around Mike’s head and st His grip on Mike’s hair tightens, and he starts to fuck his mouth, using it like a pussy. Mike gags, his eyes watering, but he doesn’t pull back. He wants this, needs this, craves the feeling of being used, of being this skinny lanky man’s personal plaything. And then, with a roar, Larry cums, filling Mike’s mouth with his hot seed. Mike swallows it down, eager for every drop, his own cock throbbing in time with Larry’s orgasm.

Larry, feeling the thrill of the situation, leans in close to Mike’s ear, his breath hot and heavy. He whispers his darkest desires, painting a vivid picture of the rough, animalistic encounter he has in mind. Mike’s muscular body responds to the words, his puny cock twitching in his shorts and his ass clenching with anticipation.

Larry’s Bazooka rises at full mast to attention.

Mike gasps at the sight almost crying his mouth open in disbelief as this skinny old man was going to violate him and reduce his manhood into nothing.

Larry grabs Mike’s wrist and urges to turn around revealing his hairy ass pussy. Mike doesn’t want to but his body moves on its own accord. He is scared of how this tree trunk is practically going to rape his untouched muscle pussy. The bodybuilder pleads “P-Please… Larry.”

Larry smirks as this bull bodybuilder with a clit was begging for a man not even a fourth of his massive body was begging not to violate him. His reputation as a man at the gym was about to be over. People were going to laugh at him and Larry was going to conquer his manhood make him into a muscle slave.

But his body violates his wishes. The cool droplets of shower was stopped but felt cool on Mike’s skin as he leans back, his legs spread wide, inviting Larry in.

Larry watched as the muscles on Mike’s back rippled and his hairy muscle pussy quivered with anticipation of his own Horse cock. The bodybuilder’s clit was basically leaking juices like a woman.

The sound of their combined breathing fills the room, a symphony of lust and need. Mike can feel his heart racing, his muscles tensing, and his hole begging to be filled. The head of Larry’s cock nudges against him, a promise of the storm to come.

Larry’s skinny hands shake slightly as he grips the base of his colossal cock, guiding it towards Mike’s waiting entrance. The tip touches Mike’s tight, puckered hole, and he gasps, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. Slowly, oh so slowly, Larry begins to push in, the stretch making Mike’s toes curl and his muscles quiver. Mike’s breath hitches as the head of Larry’s cock breaches him, the sensation overwhelming and exhilarating.

Larry’s grip tightens on the bodybuilder’s hips as he watches his cock disappear into Mike’s body. He can’t believe the tightness, the heat, the way Mike’s muscles grip him like a glove. He starts to thrust, the rhythm building as Mike’s moans grow louder and more desperate. The slap of skin against skin echoes through the showers. Mike didn’t care anymore he was drunk with ecstasy as Larry violated his hole pistoning into him like it was his last day.

Mike’s eyes rolled back into his head. It was painful as well as immesly pleasure able as a 12inch bat violated his prostate again and again and again. Larry’s skinny body hung onto Mike’s massive muscles and his Hips rocked into Mike’s now swollen hole.

Mike’s breaths were short his clit even shorter. His whole face was red trying to gasp for air. The big bodybuilder was in disbelief as the smaller man mounted him like a Dog. He lost count of how much he came from getting jack hammered by Larry while Larry wasn’t even close. he scent of sweat and sex fills the air, Mike’s moans become whimpers as Larry hits that perfect spot inside him, the one that makes his toes curl and his eyes roll back in his head.

“Oh, fuck, yes! Your cock is so big. It’s exactly what I need. Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” Mike was like a sex addict.

Larry’s hips piston back and forth, his cock driving into Mike’s welcoming hole with a ferocity that makes the entire room seem to shake.

He held onto the Bodybuilder mounting him while mike was on all fours. Larry mounted him like a rabid dog. He couldn’t believe Mike’s muscle pussy was this good. Both of them were making each other sex crazed. It’s a sight that fuels his need, making him want to go deeper, harder, faster.

Mike was  lost in the sensation, his mind a haze of pleasure and pain. He can feel Larry’s cock stretching him, filling him completely, and it’s everything he’s ever wanted. His own small cock is rock hard.

Is this what you want?” Larry asks, his voice low and sultry. “To be used like the little slut you are?”.

Mike’s breath hitches, his body trembling with need. “Yes,” he whispers, the word barely audible over the sounds of their fucking. “I want it all.” Larry’s strokes grow faster, more urgent, and Mike can feel his orgasm building again and again, a tsunami of pleasure threatening to drown him. “Cum for me,” Larry says, his voice a command that Mike can’t resist. With a cry, the big bodybuilder shoots his load, the warmth of it spilling over the cool tiled floor already pooled with Mike’s own piss and cum which Larry fucked it out of him.

But Larry isn’t done yet. He pulls out, leaving Mike’s hole gaping and empty. “On your knees,” he says, his voice still a growl. Mike, panting and dizzy with pleasure, complies, his legs shaking as he lowers himself to the floor. Larry’s godzilla cock is still rock hard, slick with Mike’s pussy juice and pre-cum. He grips it in his hand, guiding it to the muscle man’s lips. “Suck me,” he commands, and Larry opens his mouth, eager to taste him.

Mike could taste his own rose bud and his juices leaked from behind spurted and gushed out yet Larry was not done. This mountain of a man was reduced to a whore by the colossal cock Larry owned his 12inch bigger in length to the bodybuilder’s head.  The bodybuilder takes it deep, his tongue swirling around the head, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks. Larry’s hand is in his hair, guiding him, pushing him deeper. Mike can feel Larry’s cock thickening, swelling in his mouth, and he knows he’s close.

Larry’s breathing is ragged, his hips thrusting forward with every suck. His grip on Mike’s hair tightens, and he starts to fuck his mouth, using it like a pussy. Mike gags, his eyes watering, but he doesn’t pull back. Drool leaks from the sides of his mouth. His face red, a huge vein popping out the side of his neck , snot drips from his noses and finally he feels the warm Gush of the monster’s semen covering the insides of his throat , Larry pulls out as  The bodybuilder gags and gasps for air.

Mike’s legs are wobbly, his knees weak from the intensity of the experience. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving Larry.

Both exhausted and in disbelief of what had happened. The mountain of a man realising his clit could never match a real man’s horse cock. His pussy still gaping feeling empty , sore and the cool air hollowing his muscle cunt out. Larry and Mike looked at each other knowing things would never be the same.

…To be continued.

I was on my way home from an epic away game between the reds and the blues. 

I have been a supporter of the reds for many years but never have I seen them thrash the blues that much. 

It was a very close match. Ste Prender, left fielder, had kicked the ball to Jim Vince who in turn headed it towards Pete Welles’s left foot and….

GOAL!

The reds drew six and the blues drew 5.

Happy days. 

So now I was walking down back to my home hearing my fellow supporters crying out:

WE ARE THE BEST! BLUES ARE NOTHING!

I joined the crowd in the chant. 

That’s when the blue supporters came around the stadium. Boy they were angry. Angry looking faced men and some women gave me the fear but not the rest who chanted merrily all down the street. 

So now both crowds are walking down my street. 

Reds leading the way and a bit further behind the blues. 

I go off into my house whilst I see the blues stop at the top of the street. As I look out the window I see the reds happily standing and chatting together with gusto about the game. 

It was a marvellous moment. 

The chatting continues as I go through to the kitchen to prepare dinner. 

As I’m returning after putting a nice steak and chips in the oven and turn the timer on I hear some noise outside and look out the window. 

Oh great. The reds and blues are rioting together. Here we go. 

This goes on until the reds have left as we might have won the game but we certainly can’t win a street brawl with those blues. 

Suddenly the street is empty apart from the blues wandering around. What is their game. Then it happens.

A big bloke the size of a bear wearing a blue beanie and scarf turns his head upwards at my window and then looks right at me through the window and snarls. 

It is not a pleasant sight. 

Just as I’m wondering what made him look so bad the bear of a man shouts to his mates and points at my door. 

Suddenly my door is opened and in stumbles a huge sea of blues. They come flowing into my lounge and grab a hold of me. There must be atleast thirty to forty snarling and grinning men of all shapes and sizes in my house. What is going on I thought. 

Then a tall man stepped up to me and grinned excitedly. 

He said Shut that door and let’s get this party started. 

With that a huge cheer came from everyone. 

I was befuddled as to what the hell was happening as I was manhandled by this crowd of blues. 

The tall man then said to all:

Now then now then what should we do to this unfortunate red? 

Then I realise what this is all about. I had pinned up my red flag in the top window. 

Now I was in for it. But wait. How did they get in? 

Oh no I remember. I had forgot to put the latch on the door. My door can be fiddly to lock so I just put the latch on but this time I must have forgot owing to being happy about the match. 

I gulped. 

The tall man looked round at everyone and then at me. 

What shall we do with him fellas? Beat him up? Tell him off for being an arrogant idiot or……

His eyes roamed my lounge and noticed my weight lifting bench then grinned. 

It all happened so quickly. The tall man ordered the others to tie my limbs to the weight pole so that now I was in a doggy position and could do nothing but wiggle which only helped the blues cheer more. 

Then I had my clothes stripped away and off and then they were on me like a pack of wolves. 

One cock into my mouth and another up my bum. 

This exchange went on for a good few hours. A blue would pull out and another would push in. 

I was trapped in a blue supporter gangbang and there was no escape from this buggering I was receiving. 

Everytime they came in me they said:

BACK OF THE NET! 

and then laugh heartily. 

At one point my cock was being wanked until it was slapped away and the tall man’s voice said in my ear:

Now now no penalty to you. 

Then the sodomy continued. 

Cock in and cock out. God help me. 

Soon I must have had thirty cocks up me and a bucket full of cum oozing out and down my quaking legs.

Then my cock was wanked again only this time the tall man said:

Here you go lad. Since we have got thirty points we will let you have a penalty to see if you can beat us again although I doubt it. 

I was untied and flipped over and tied again so I was now facing them with my twelve inch hard and unwavering. 

The tall man began to wank my nuts off until finally I shot off and cum landed on my own face much to the joy of the men. 

The tall man let go and said:

Awwww. You own goaled it lad. Shame. But no matter atleast we are happy to win a game even if it’s not on the field. 

With that they untied my tired body and left closing the door behind them and laughing all the way down the street. 

I got up on weak legs and made my way naked to the kitchen. The timer went off and I opened the oven to a delicious meal and said:

Thank god for the end whistle.

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Hope you football fans found this story to your satisfaction. I’m no writer but imagination is what I do best. 

Have you ever wondered while you were trying on men’s jeans who tried them on before you? I always think this as my right leg slips into the rugged material followed by my left leg. As I pull the jeans up over my waist and my crotch snugs into place, I begin to either zip or button them up. I adjust my crotch with my right hand making sure they fit well and curve around all my private parts. I know right away whether these are the ones. I stare into the mirror, turn around to check out my butt to make sure I like the fit of the jeans in all places. I turn back around to face the mirror and begin to fantasize. I wonder who has tried these jeans on before me.

Last year I went to Mark’s Work Wearhouse to shop for jeans as I was looking for a couple pairs for the Fall and Winter. I walked into the store, it appeared to be a little busy, not overwhelming busy but enough to keep the staff busy helping customers. I went over to the department where they sell blue jeans and there were a couple of us men looking at jeans. I tend to glance over the customers to see if there are any worthy men to be examining at but not making it obvious.

As I was approaching a stack of the jeans I was looking for, I noticed a guy coming out from the changing rooms. He was holding a few pairs of jeans and was headed in my direction. He was about my height and somewhat same built as me with a very sexy look about him. Someone who I found attractive. He was wearing a t-shirt and faded ripped blue jeans which snugged his body well. I couldn’t help myself as I peeked at his crotch. It looked like he wasn’t wearing any underwear as the bulge showed off a mouth-watering attraction. I licked my bottom lip casually and basically had a difficult time to look away. Once I looked up, our eyes connected and he gave me a smile, so I smiled back at him and said hello. He replied with a hello back and placed a couple pairs down on the stack which he had taken from to try on. I noticed he had put back a faded blue one and a dark blue, both were jeans. As he placed the faded one down on top of the pile, he looked up at me and winked with a smile. He walked around the table to place another pair down and proceeded to continue looking. As he went over to the next table, I went over to where he placed the jeans down. I picked up the faded ones to check the size of them and surprisingly they were my size. I thought to myself I must try these on. I looked up and the guy was looking my way as I made the decision to pick up the pair he brought back to the table. He smiled again and gave me a thumbs up. By this time, I was very intrigued with him and with what I was holding. I felt my cock getting aroused just by holding what he had tried on earlier.

I continued to browse for a couple more pairs, so I decided to grab the other pair he had put back and picked up a different brand, one that he didn’t try on. I noticed he was glancing occasionally at me as I walked towards the changing room. When I got to the changing room entrance, I looked back at him and noticed he was staring my way. He was holding a couple more pairs and he began heading to the changing room as well.

I entered one of the changing rooms at the end of the hallway which had a full-length mirror outside the door. There were 6 rooms and all of them were vacant so taking the end one was a good idea. The rooms were across from each other. Three on one side and three on the other side. The room I entered in, the changing room across from mine is the one he took when he came in. I was hoping I would hear him go into that one and my luck was granted. As I was trying on the first pair of jeans, I would hear him in the room across from mine. The first pair of jeans that I tried on was not the two he had tried on and I wasn’t impressed with this one, so I took them off. As I was about to grab the darker jeans that he had tried on, I heard him mutter out something. I opened the door slightly to look and his door was open as he was changing. He looked up at me as he was zipping up a dark pair of jeans. He smiled and said, “You should try those faded ones on next”. I nodded and said, “I will”.

The door of the room I was in, sprung closed and I placed the darker pair of jeans down to grab the faded ones. They were a button fly faded 501 and as I proceeded to put my right leg into them, I found myself thinking of him trying these on before me. I was getting aroused just fantasizing every move he made while he had tried these on. I proceeded to put my left leg in and pulled them up to my waist. As I was buttoning up the jeans, I noticed a wet spot in the crotch area. There was a mirror in the room, so I looked up at myself and noticed the wet spot was quite noticeable. He certainly wasn’t wearing any underwear. This was turning me on more and couldn’t help myself to feel my crotch and then sniff my hand. Yes, this undoubtedly was precum that I could smell on my hand. I turned around and these jeans snugged me well. Front and back. I heard him mutter again through the door so I opened the door so he can see me with these jeans on.

As I looked across the hall to his room which he still had the door ajar, He said, “wow, those look great on you. Sorry about the wet spot. I didn’t wear underwear today and I guess I got a little excited trying those on”.

I thanked him for the compliment and said, “I bet they looked great on you too”. He had his own jeans on and when I looked down at his crotch, he was hard as a rock in them. I couldn’t help myself by staring at him and he smiled again at me. I smiled back and at this time I continued to be hard myself.

He asked me to turn around so he can see the back side of me and said, “You should buy those ones”. He gestured with his hand for me to come over into his changing room. I looked down the hallway and nobody was in here except us. I proceeded to walk across the hall and into his changing room where he didn’t hesitate to grab my waist and turn me around in front of the mirror inside his room. He grabbed my hand to place it on his hard bulge and whispered into my ear, “I need this taken care of. Can you help me? It’s been over a week. I’m horny and need to blow my load.”. Suddenly, he started to grind up behind me and whispered in my ear, “Please, can you help me? You are so hot in those jeans and your ass is worth something.”

I turned around to face him, nodded and said, “Yes, I will help you. Should I follow you somewhere?” He said to meet him outside in the parking lot, so I walked over to my changing room and changed quickly. I went to the cashier to pay for the jeans and headed outside to the parking lot. I found him waiting next to his vehicle. As I approached closer, I could see he was still rock hard and he was leaking inside his jeans as there was a wet spot on the outside showing like the one in the pair of jeans, he had tried on which I had bought. I asked him where we should go and he stated he preferred up the street as there was a secluded park like area which he knew of. Before we got in our vehicles, my hand reached over to grab his bulge. I told him I would follow him over there and he asked me to change into the new jeans I had purchased. This guy was so horny and was totally my type of guy.

When I got to my vehicle, I changed into the new faded jeans I had purchased and followed him to the end of the street which was about a mile down the road. There were no houses around as the neighborhood was mainly the shopping district and highways close by. We got out of our vehicles and I followed him into the trail of the park. I brought a blanket with me, just in case we needed it. We chatted as we walked in further, as he had mentioned about this spot which he found out through a friend of his. We got off the main trail and walked into an area which was surrounding us with large trees and bushes. He finally stopped and turned around, so we were facing each other. Slowly his hand reached over to grab me from behind to bring me in closer to him. I could feel his breath as his lips were not that far from mine. He pulled me in closer so our bulges would grind up against each other and he reached in with his lips to kiss me. He didn’t seem too much in a rush as we locked lips with the occasional tongue entering my mouth and mine in his. There was a lot of grinding going on and I told him that if he continues to do too much grinding, he will make me cum, so he eased up. He stopped to whisper in my ear and asked me if I could suck on his cock for a while. He mentioned he cums a lot and for me to be prepared. I most certainly will, I thought to myself and had replied with an excited, YES!!!

I placed the blanket down on the ground and kneeled so my face would be at his crotch level. My hand slowly grabbed his bulge followed by my mouth. He was already wet in the area my mouth drew upon after touching his bulge. This guy must really leak a lot for all what I had seen trying on jeans and there after. I looked up at him as I slowly wanted to open the package and give him what he desires. He let me unbutton his button fly and instantly his boner appeared in my face. The smell of his precum was so desirable and his cock was so wet which didn’t take long for my lips to take hold of. The sounds of him moaning excited me a lot as I gazed up at him with his cock in my mouth. The sucking went on for a while and the precum continued to ooze out. Soon he was verbally telling me he wanted to cum, so I moaned and wanted him to go for it. There was a build up of excitement and moments later he let me know he was about to cum. The passion was so intense, I wanted him so much. He let out a louder moan and said he was going to cum to keep my lips around the head of his cock. There was a large rope like stream of cum shooting in my mouth. One after another as he continued to feed me his load. The taste of him was something I have never experienced before. I managed to be able to take most of it down my throat as he continued to moan with desire. At this point I wanted to jerk off, but he told me to hold off as he wanted to cum again with me. Once my mouth let go of his cock, he guided me from my knees so he could kiss me again. He then helped me spread out the blanket and he unbuttoned my jeans, as he wanted my jeans down to my ankles.

“I want to cum again” he said. “I want to fuck you this time. Is that ok with you?” I asked him if he cums like that a second time and he said, “Yes, almost”. He got me on my back and took off my shoes and jeans for me. He pulled his jeans down to his ankles but didn’t take them off. He came up between my legs and started to kiss me again. I observed this guy is still hard and is quite the sex machine. He played around with the head of his cock along the crack of my ass without going inside me while his lips were on mine. My legs were around his head resting on his shoulders. I could feel the head of his cock slowly wanting inside me as I knew his precum was preparing me for his entry and my waiting hole. His mouth moved to my neck where I knew if he licked and sucked on my neck long enough, his cock would be inside of me in no time. My neck is very sensitive and always makes it easier for a guy to enter inside me. I grabbed my cock and was at this point getting harder as he continued to nibble at my neck. Soon I could feel the head of his cock dip slightly inside me. I moaned a few times as he was sliding deeper inside me. Further he went in, the more I wanted him. This guy was amazing.

Fifteen to twenty minutes passed by, he was giving me the fuck of my life. He spoke a few times while he was deep inside me and told me what I wanted to hear. He indicated that he precums a lot and I moaned and said I wanted it all. Just as I said that he asked if I was ready to cum as he wanted to shoot his load inside me. I was close and as he nibbled on my neck more, it was drawing me closer. The intensity grew more and in no time the both of us were cumming. He was giving me a load that I haven’t had before. My body was flooded with his seed through my mouth the first time and now my ass. What a sensation. The sweat from both of us and the taste of his lips put me over the edge like I have never experienced before. This guy was incredible.

Once we both relaxed, he pulled out from inside of me and some of his load followed. He continued to kiss me, as we laid there on the blanket for a good half hour. We chatted a lot and I told him this was an incredible experience. I didn’t want this to end but the sun had disappeared behind some of the taller trees, so we decided to get up and start heading back. Neither one of us said much as we walked back to our vehicles as we both were in some sort of daze. I will always remember that experience every time I tried on jeans I look to see if he reappears. Unfortunately, our paths haven’t crossed again but I hope another experience like this will happen again.

The thought of putting on a pair of jeans with a guy’s precum oozed out into them before I put them on, was incredible. Who would ever know trying on a pair of jeans that someone tried on before me would lead to this? A hot bulge, a hot wet spot, a hot guy staring and admiring me, a hot experience and hopefully another hot encounter. Always keep your eyes up and not down on your phone, as you never know who might be watching you. I always keep my phone in my pocket as I don’t want to miss the next possible encounter.