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I used to be a force to be reckoned with—a cocky, arrogant top, strutting through life like I owned it. Men admired me, others feared me, and I reveled in the power I held. I was the definition of a player, a big-cum- shooter alpha who took what he wanted. But everything changed the day I was captured by a secret community, stripped of my rank and pride, sentenced to an indefinite stay in their twisted prison. Here, I wasn’t a man anymore. I was something much lower—a human sex toy, a body to be used and controlled.

This community thrives on the art of edging—turning it into a weapon of control, a method of torture, and, for those outside, a tantalizing service. They’ve mastered the art of cum control, using it to break down resistance, stretch out desire, and torment lesser men into submission. Under the master’s watchful eye, the doms are the enforcers, with subs and slaves beneath them. Each is trained, edged, and denied until they’re perfected, ready to be rented out to clients eager for their services.

But me? I wasn’t even deemed worthy of that fate. When I was sentenced to this hell, it was decided that I wasn’t fit for rentals. My cock—the same one that had secured me countless hookups and blowjobs—was deemed defective. Here, the standard was unforgiving. A sub’s cock had to be either proudly erect at a perfect 90-degree angle, or curve upward for the perfect display. My cock, however, pointed slightly down, curving left just enough to make it nearly invisible when viewed head-on, leaving only the shiny head and my slit in full view. My once-admired length, praised in locker rooms and bedrooms alike, was measured at 6.9 inches—just 0.1 inches shy of the 7-inch cutoff for a qualifying stud in this prison.

I was branded with the shame of having the smallest cock in the prison. Stripped of any dignity I had left, I was relegated to the lowest rank—devalued into nothing more than a sex toy for internal use.

Yes, I was for internal use only—a toy, a centerpiece in this world of torment and desire. Everyone had access to me, from the lowest slaves to the most powerful doms. Slaves would take out their frustrations on my body, using me as nothing more than a means to let off steam, teasing me until I was trembling on the edge, only to leave me desperate, untouched, and wanting. Doms and the master would experiment on me, probing how far I could be edged, how much denial my body could take before I broke. I was their project, their plaything.

But no one cared about making me cum. That wasn’t the point. I was there to be studied, edged to the brink, then left stranded in a limbo of agonizing desire. The only one who could allow me to cum was the master. But mercy? That was a word I quickly learned didn’t exist in this place. Every orgasm I had was a betrayal of my body—unauthorized, ruined, and humiliating. When my balls could hold no more, I’d be forced to cum hands-free, every muscle tensing as I tried, in vain, to stop the inevitable. It was never satisfying, never the release I craved. It wasn’t the full, powerful explosion that a real man gets to feel. It was a pathetic dribble, a flow, a frustrated ruin. And with every ruined orgasm, the punishment would be worse—so much worse. The more I came, the harsher the consequences, until I learned to do everything in my power to stop the release, to hold back, even as my body betrayed me.

Sometimes, they’d hold these parties—celebrations of edging and denial. The subs and slaves, after being denied for a week, would be brought into the space around me. They’d be edged by their doms, teased and tormented until their bodies were shaking. But me? I’d be in the center, blindfolded, gagged, and bound, every muscle immobilized. I’d be forced to listen to the sounds of pleasure all around me through my headpiece, hearing the slaves as they neared the edge, their moans, their ragged breaths.

Then, one by one, I’d feel it—their cum spraying over my torso, warm and slick as they released everything I couldn’t. All the while, I’d be forced to sniff poppers, keeping me maddeningly hard, my nipples and cock teased with the lightest of touches. Gentle, slow, inconsistent strokes that never let me build momentum, never allowed me to reach the edge. I could feel it so close, like a fire burning just beneath my skin, but it was never enough.

Once the last slave came, that’s when the real torture would begin. The crowd would turn their attention to me, all eyes on the toy that had been denied for so long. They’d vote, choosing the cruelest, slowest way to edge me. My senses stripped away—I couldn’t see, couldn’t hear. I had no idea how many people were watching, how long it would go on. All I knew was that every nerve in my body was on fire, every inch of my skin aching for more.

The strokes would start—slow, excruciating, teasing me to the point of madness. The goal for me was simple: hold it in. Don’t let go. Don’t cum. My body would tremble with the effort, every muscle strained as I fought the overwhelming need to release. But the cruelest part? Even if I did, even if I failed, there’d be no relief. Only more punishment, more denial. And the cycle would begin all over again.

I had promised my mom that I’d come home for Labor Day weekend, but with my busy college schedule and new job it was a lot harder to get away than I expected, but a promise is a promise, and I made the three hour drive back home like the good boy that I am, and when I got there and settled in, mom caught me up on all of the small town drama. While she was giving me the latest, she mentioned that Joseph the neighbor had ask about me, and that he also wanted me to stop by that weekend to help him move something. She wasn’t sure what he needed, but I suspected I knew, and I drifted off in thought as my mom continued her gossip.

Hardly hearing another word she had said after the mention of Joseph, my mom became aware of my distraction, and politely left me so that she could finish dinner in the kitchen. If she only knew what Joseph really wanted me to help him with, she probably wouldn’t have told me.

   My mom and I ate dinner together and watched part of a movie, and I drifted off on the couch thinking about the last time I went next door to help Joseph.

  It was earlier that Summer after I had finished High School and had come home from my graduation beach vacation. Joseph had loaned his lawn mower to me and when I returned it, he had ask me to help him ‘move’ some things out of his garage. When I went into his house with him that day, I ended up getting drunk and letting him molest me on his couch.

  Joseph was a much older man, and he had lived next door to us for years. I had barely had any interactions with him until that fateful day. He was big hairy barrel-chested burly stud with dark black hair and a dark beard and mustache, and he was always outside without a shirt, working in his jean shorts and work boots. Since I had become aware that I was sexually attracted to men, I had been jerking off to the thought of him putting his big hairy arms around me and making me beg for what was underneath his jean shorts.

When it happened, I couldn’t believe it. He lived right next door, and my mom had always seemed like she had a crush on him, so I didn’t really want it to go any further, especially since I’d be moving out to go to college in the fall. So I blew him off after that encounter, and didn’t give him my phone number, with the excuse that I lived right next door. I often thought about how much fun I could be having if he wasn’t so damn close by.

Now I was home for the three-day weekend, and he was asking my mom to send me over like a young college delivery boy, a slutty delivery boy. He had already seen me when I was a little tipsy and confronted with a horny man’s dirty desire for young twink ass. What was I going to do? I thought. What if we got caught? My mom was off work all weekend, and we had planned to go shopping together the next day, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and I knew that I would probably have to visit him later in the evening if I wanted to avoid my mom asking too many questions.

 The next day my mom and I went out and did some shopping and had some lunch. The whole time I was thinking about Joseph and his request. When we arrived back at the house, I told her I was going to skip dinner and probably stop by a friend’s house that night. She didn’t seem to mind, and I left a little bit later realizing that my car would still be parked in the driveway. I decided I would just tell her I got a ride or something, throwing caution to the wind,  I enthusiastically walked across the road to Josephs house with butterflies in my stomach.

  It was still light outside and I walked up to the driveway. I peeked around back before ringing the doorbell, and when Joseph answered the door, I could smell the whiskey and cigarettes on his breath. He was wearing his trademark jean shorts, and a dark colored cut off t-shirt, and he looked pleasantly surprised to see me. “There he is!” he said, sounding as if someone else was there. He quickly took me by the shoulder and pulled me into the house. Closing the door behind me, he led me into the living room of the small dimly lit house.  “I was hoping you would stop by and visit me” he said as we walked into the living room only to find another man there sitting on his couch.

  “This is Bud. Bud this is Jesse, he lives across the street” I awkwardly reached out to shake his hand and he insisted I sit down by him as he went to work rolling a joint. He was around the same age as Joseph, probably around 50 or so, and he wore a dirty white tank top and shorts over a hairy muscular body. His full beard and mustache had some grey in it, and he wore a fisherman’s ball cap. “Bud here is an old friend” Joseph said sitting on the couch on the other side of Bud and pouring me a glass of whiskey. “You smoke?” Bud grunted, licking the freshly rolled joint, and handing it to me “Oh thanks, Sure” I said shyly feeling a bit nervous for some reason

  I respectfully took the joint from him and lit it. I took a big puff and passed it back to him, as he looked at me and smiled “This kid is alright, how old are you?” he asks “I’m 18” I answered now feeling the effects of the pot and taking the glass of whiskey placed in front of me as I looked over at Joseph and smiled. Joseph smiled at me and winked as he sat back and took the joint. Bud sat back and started glaring at me as I drank my whiskey. “Bud here is an old road buddy of mine; we drove trucks together for years” Joseph said and I looked at Bud now taking the joint from Joseph. “You guys were truck drivers?” I ask after downing my first glass of whiskey and having Joseph pour me another.

“Joseph and I use to drive together so we could cover more road” Bud said and handed me the joint. I was now feeling pretty fucked up and Bud looked at me starting at my legs and body when he passed me the joint. I was wearing my short shorts and a tight green t-shirt, and no shoes and I looked over at Joseph rubbing his crotch as he lay back and looking at me. Classic rock music was playing on the TV screen. I looked at my phone nervously, not sure what was happening with this guy Bud. “Do you have anything going on tonight?” Bud said to me sitting back to take a drink of beer. I sat back and assessed the room, looking over at Joseph to see what he was going to say. He was laying back casually rubbing on his jean shorts, his dreamy bulge showing “My mom told me Joseph needed some help to move something so I came over, but if you want me to come back another time I can” I said getting nervous when Bud started to rub his dick next to me.

They both were sitting there looking at me and Joseph looked over at Bud and said “He looks good don’t he?” I started to feel a rush of nervousness in my stomach, and Bud looked at me and said “He sure does, I’ll bet he looks real good when he’s naked” I looked at Bud and he was feeling his very large dick through his short leg as he sat back next to Joseph who was starting to unbutton his jean shorts. “You told him!?” I said to Joseph in shock, feeling my dick getting hard in my shorts and trying not to show it. I shifted awkwardly to hide my erection and said “What do you think I am?”
  I looked over at Bud as he pulled his shorts and underwear off, revealing a very thick long semi hard erection as he stared straight at me grinning and said “You know you want it”

Joseph unzipped his jean shorts and took his big ass cock out right there next to Bud.  I now saw what I had been dreaming of standing out of his tight white underwear band as he stroked it and looked at me with anticipation. “You guys!” I said smirking and looking around at the window, the daylight diming. ‘What was I doing?’ I thought. Bud was every bit as sexy to me as Joseph was, they both were side by side stroking their big massive dicks, looking at me with knowing grins “I told Bud a thousand times how good you were, and I don’t think he can’t help it” Bud smiled at me as I stared at his very meaty cock and said “Come on, lets see that tight little ass” Joseph stood up and walked over to me and stood in front of me holding his big fat dream of a cock, and I looked up at him and licked my lips and said “Joseph you are in serious trouble”.

  I couldn’t help myself I took Josephs huge dick as it drooped in front of me and started sucking on it. “Mmm that’s it suck that big ass cock” Bud said as he watched. Bud scooted over next to me and started to pull off my cloths as I continued to swallow Josephs, now fully hard man meat. I sat on the edge of the couch naked and let Bud feel my ass and I reached over and took his humongous dick and started to jerk it off while sucking off Joseph like an animal, while he stood there in front of me, holding my head, saying “That’s a good boy, mmm suck that big cock you little slut!”  

 When I turned to go down on Bud I kneeled towards him still on the couch, with my ass up, letting Joseph get behind me and probe my sweet little hairless hole with his cock. Bud started to moan as I sucked on it like it well deserved. Bud was a big old boy, and I got excited when I got it rock hard, and I started to choke on it as Joseph got some lube and made me take his index finger. “It’s so tight, God damn look at this hot little ass!” I came off of Buds big rod and took a breath, only to look back and see Joseph trying to get his rock-solid hog to line up behind me. He had to put his knee on the couch and pull me towards him a bit. I let it happen, as I held onto Buds big cock, looking back as it went in and saying “Oh fuck! Joseph you’re in so much trouble!” I looked at Bud with a red face all covered in drool and said “Oh god Bud, he’s gonna put that whole thing in my tight little ass!” I took it in me feeling Josephs dick go all the way in and I sighed and said “Oh fuck that’s such a big cock!” I looked at Bud and smiled “Holy shit! Mmm I like daddy’s big dick in my tight little ass!” I resumed sucking on Buds big cock as Joseph got it going in and out, banging me harder and harder with each pump. I had fantasized about getting my ass pounded by an older man while at the same time swallowing another man’s cock, and here I was with Joseph the hot older neighbor fucking my ass while I sucked off his hot trucker buddy.
   When Joseph took it out I was turned around and made to lay over the back of the couch as Bud felt my ass and got up close behind me, the head of his hog poking into my hole “Oh Bud you like this little ass don’t you?” I said as Joseph went around the couch to feed me his now solid rock of a fat rod. I tasted myself on it and choked back in disgust, and sheer ecstasy, as Bud put his big long cock in between my cheeks, spreading them with his thumbs as he held my hips. “God damn this boy is fucking hot!” he said as he forced himself in.  It was then that I started to cry out “Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck!” Bud was just starting to go in, and it hurt so good, I was feeling him behind me his muscles and his long arms and big hands on my thighs. His massive dick going in further than I’d ever felt before.

 I choked on Josephs thick cock while I took more of Bud inside me. Bud pounded me so hard, I nearly died of joy.  I knew that I had reached a new low, or high, depending on how you looked at it, and  I was so horny for Buds big ass cock in my ass when he pulled it out I gasp and sighed “Oh please Bud don’t stop!” Bud started to shoot his load all over my back and Joseph jerked himself off furiously so he could cum on my eager mouth. I opened up my mouth, and let it shoot on my tongue “Cum daddy!” I said. Bud sat beside me and jerked me off from underneath. Joseph shot his load on my young little face, and I lapped it up “Mmmm Joseph!”  I said as I felt Bud jerk me off and finger my wet butthole then he went down in between the back of the couch real low and started to suck me dry, and I turned towards him and let him finish me off, his beard tickling my crotch as he drained me. “Holy shit!” I said as I finished in Buds mouth, his beard tickling my shaved crotch when he had my whole cock in his throat, making me realize how hot these guys really were, being so much older and taking advantage of my slutty desire for them.  “holy shit Bud!” I said after he had sucked me dry, still digging his big man hands into my ass crack as he swallowed, 
 
   I sat back naked and feeling self conscious as caught my breath. I was happily exhausted, but I could have kept going.
  Bud and Joesph both had successfully gotten what they had wanted, and I had got what I never expected, but always dreamed of. They both were so surprised at my performance they ask me if I’d come back the next day before I left for school, but I said that I would be busy. I did think about it long and hard though. 

     I gave Joseph my phone number before leaving, and I spent the next day at my mom’s house resting before driving back to school.

Since that night I haven’t been able to think about much else. I mean a dream cum true really. I guess I will always know where he lives, and if Bud wants to join in I will definitely make the time, next time I’m back home. 

When I got back to the station, I went to my office and opened the Kayla Harris/Chad Williams file. I went to my notes from the interview with Laura Reid. She came across as a bit indifferent to my questions, she wasn’t a typical frantic mother of a missing daughter. She answered all my questions, but unlike Chad’s parents, she never called for an update on the case. She would get emotional at times when it seemed appropriate, but it wasn’t really sincere. I got the impression that they didn’t have a close mother daughter relationship. Kayla’s father hadn’t been in her life for over ten years and lived in Oregon, I never did talk to him. Why had Laura never told me that Kayla had a child that she had given up for adoption? I’m not sure it would have made a difference, what would the adoption and Kayla’s disappearance have to do with each other?

I opened up the file that Donna Hogan sent over to find out a little more about Kayla and if it would shed some light on the why she gave Isaac up. She was 19 when she was pregnant, and she and Chad were both still in their second year of college. The file listed financial reasons as well as the fact that they were unmarried at the time. I could understand that, it would mean that they would both have to quit school and get jobs to raise a baby, probably low paying jobs. They really did do the right thing to give Isaac a better life. Isaac would have been around two when she disappeared, how would faking her own kidnapping help her get her son back? What was Chad’s part in all of this? Laura’s behavior was certainly strange over the last couple of weeks, did she concoct this whole scheme?

I was shaken out of my thoughts by a knock at my door. The desk Sgt. Said, “hey Ridge, there is a Laura Reid here to see you.”

My mind raced, her son must have actually given her my message, I said, “thanks Bob, where is she?”

He said, “interview room 2, with her lawyer.”

I grabbed my notebook and headed down the hall, as I thought, so she brings her lawyer, what does that mean?”

After introductions were made, I sat across the table and said, “first of all, I still have no new information on Kayla’s case, I’m sorry.”

Her expression didn’t change, “yes, I know, but my son said you have some questions for me, and I heard from a coworker you were nosing around my job. What is this all about detective?”

I slid a picture of Isaac across the table, I said, “we are investigating the disappearance of this little boy.”

She didn’t even bother to look at the picture as she asked, “what does this have to do with me?”

I said, “he is your biological grandson, your daughter Kayla, gave him up for adoption two years before she disappeared. You took a temp job at the agency that handled the adoption, you were the last person to access his file, just two days before he went missing.”

The lawyer asked, “are you accusing my client of kidnapping this boy, detective Ridgeway?”

I shook my head, “not at all, but there seems to be too many coincidences in these two cases, and I would like to see if your client can clear them up.”

He asked, “what specific questions do you have?”

I started with, “did you know that Kayla had a baby and given it up for adoption?”

She nodded, “of course I did, I’m her mother.”

I asked, “why didn’t you tell us about that when we were investigating her disappearance?”

She shrugged, “I didn’t think was important, what does one thing have to do with the other?”

He lawyer said, “it really wasn’t relevant detective.”

I said, “well, it sure seems like it might be now, doesn’t it? If she would have mentioned it, it might have given us another lead to follow, if nothing else we could have eliminated the possibility.”

The lawyer said, “ok fine detective, she should have mentioned it. It’s too late now and I still don’t see how giving a baby up for adoption led to Kayla being missing.”

I said, “it didn’t until that same baby disappeared.”

They looked at each other, Laura sighed, “I should have said something, I’m sorry detective.”

I asked, “have you had any contact with Kayla in the last two years?”

She said, “of course not, she’s missing, how would I talk to her?”

The lawyer asked, “are you thinking that Laura and Kayla staged this whole thing, just to get her baby back?

I shrugged, “I have to follow up on all the information that I have, that does look like one possibility.”

Laura said, “my daughter is not smart enough to come up with a plan like this.”

I nodded, “maybe it wasn’t Kayla’s idea.”

The lawyer said, “detective Ridgeway, you need to ask the rest of your questions, if you insist upon throwing out wild accusations, we will end this interview very quickly.

I asked, “why did you take that temp job at St Francis?”

She rolled her eyes, “I needed some money for a trip I am planning, and one of my friends at work told me about taking a week of vacation and working a temp job. I would get paid by both places, so I could save the money a little faster.”

I was taking notes, I asked, “why did you pick St Francis as your temp job?”

She shrugged, “it was where the temp agency sent me, I didn’t select it.”

I said, “Donna Hogan told me that you were booked for a month, why did you only stay for a week?”

She said, “I only had a week off from the bank, I needed to get back to my regular job.”

I said, “we talked to your boss at the bank, you had two weeks scheduled off.”

The lawyer stepped in, “my client just wanted to take a week off for herself, she doesn’t owe you or anyone else an explanation for what she does on her time off.”

I pressed on, “why did you give both St Francis and the temp agency a bogus phone number?”

She took a deep breath, “I changed my phone number because a few weeks ago, I went on a date with guy I didn’t like, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He was harassing me.”

I continued to take notes, I said, “I’ll need his name before you leave, so I can confirm that with him. I will be happy to tell him that if he tries to contact you again, charges will be filed.”

She said, “no need detective, I have already told him that.”

Once again, the lawyer stepped in, “I will follow up on that detective, and if I need your assistance, I will let you know.”

I said, “ok, I have one more question, why did you access Isaac’s adoption file on your last day of work at St Francis’s office?”

I saw her go pale, she said, “it was by mistake, I was trying to enter information into the files that Donna Hogan told me to, I just clicked on that one by accident.”

Before I could respond, the lawyer said, “if there is nothing else detective, we will be on our way.”

I nodded, “fine, just leave me a good phone number so I can reach you if I have any more questions.”

The lawyer quickly handed me his card, “just give me a call, I will be sure Mrs. Reid gets the message.”

I went back to my office and called Balke and Ollie, I asked, “anything going on there?”

Blake said, “nothing yet, the guy you talked to and another guy that looks like his brother are just sitting on the front porch drinking beer.”

I said, “I just talked to Laura, she’s hiding something, I know she is involved. Stay there for another hour, I’m guessing she will be home in about 20 minutes.”

I went and talked to the captain, updating him on the interview with Laura. I told him I was going to join Blake and Ollie to see if the interview would cause Laura to panic and make a move. I pulled into the park that Blake was hiding at, he had a good view of the house and because it was a nice day, the park was full, and his car wasn’t out of place.

I filled them in on the talk I had with Laura and her lawyer. Blake said, “you were right, she showed up about 20 minutes after you called, she and the boys went inside as soon as she got home.”

Just as Blake was telling me about what they had observed, Ollie said, “hey, they’re getting in the car, they are heading north.”

We followed them as they left the city and drove to an area with cabins scattered around a lake. The cabins were spaced about a mile apart from each other. I called the captain, and he sent out back up for us as well a helicopter, so we could stay far enough away as to not be detected. We parked out of sight when they pulled up to one of the older, more run-down cabins. The windows and doors had all been covered with plywood. I sent the backup officers into the woods to surround the cabin, as we watched one of Laura’s sons unscrew the plywood from the front door and they all went inside.

As we were trying to make our entry plan, we heard screaming and yelling, and the sounds of things being thrown around. Then I heard what sounded like a young child start to cry.

I said, “we need to go now.”

The officers in the back said, “we’re in place”, over the radio. Blake, Ollie and I ran onto the front porch, we pulled our guns, Ollie was to my right and Blake to my left. We heard some more furniture breaking sounds and more yelling. I nodded and as I kicked in the door and rushed in, Ollie and Blake were right behind me. I saw the two men that came with Laura, one was holding another man, while the second was beating him. A young woman was in the corner screaming as she was protecting a crying toddler. Laura was standing there with a gun on the young women as she watched her sons beat the man.

I yelled, “Miami Police, everybody freeze.”

The Swanson brothers dropped the man they were beating, and Laura quickly turned her back to the young lady and aimed the gun at me. She had the most evil look in her eyes that I had ever seen in my over fifteen years in the department. She glared at me and said, “you will not take my grandson away from me.”

I said, “yes, we are, Isaac is not your grandson any longer, we are taking him back to his parents right now. We have the cabin surrounded, you will not make out of here alive if you don’t put that gun down.”

She screamed, “I don’t care, you are not taking my grandson.”

Laura was so busy pointing her gun at me, that she didn’t notice the woman behind her. Before I could say anything, the women kicked Laura’s legs out from under her with all her might. I was sure I heard the crack of bones as Laura fell to the floor and the gun went flying. Ollie and Blake each jumped on each of the Swanson brothers as I ran to put cuffs on Laura. The woman was still crying as she grabbed the toddler to once again protect him. The rest of the officers ran in and took the brothers outside and called for an ambulance for both Laura and the man that had been beaten.

Laura was screaming, “that bitch broke my legs.”

I felt no sympathy for her, “you’re lucky I didn’t shoot you first.” Two of the other officers carried her out to the porch to wait for the ambulance.

I turned to the woman in the corner and asked, “are you Kayla Harris?”

She sniffed as she shook her head, “yes.” It was clear that she had also been beaten, although not as severely as the man that Blake and Ollie were giving first aid.

I said, “and I assume that he is Chad.” She nodded as I said, “can you give me Isaac?”

She released her hold on the crying toddler, and I handed him to one of the female officers that was on the scene.

Kayla said, “I made sure she didn’t hurt him, he is probably hungry though.”

I helped her to her feet, “we will find something for him to eat soon. Are you ok?”

She wiped a tear away, “I think so, is Chad going to be, ok?”

I nodded, “we have an ambulance on the way, can you tell me what happened.”

With a weak voice, Chad said, “I’ll be fine Kayla.” She sat beside him and held his hand.

She said, “my mother is nuts, she brought us up here a long time ago, and she showed up with that little boy yesterday, is he really our son?”

I said, “we can talk about that when we get back to Miami, I hear the ambulance pulling up now, we need to get Chad to the hospital.”

The Swanson brothers were loaded in a patrol car and taken to the station to be booked. Laura was loaded in one of the ambulances while Chad and Kayla were taken in the other. Isaac was also taken to the hospital to be checked over, just as a precaution. I called the Groves and told them to meet us at the hospital, quickly assuring them that Isaac was not hurt, it was just department policy to be sure.

The Groves were already at the hospital when we arrived, they went into the exam room with Isaac as the doctor did his examination, he was unharmed. Laura was taken to get an x-ray and then taken to get a cast put on both of her legs, Kayla had released a lot of pent-up frustration on her mother.

Chad was also taken for x-rays and treatment for his wounds. The doctor told me that he found several bones that healed over time and some other injuries that were not recent. He assured Kayla that he was going to be fine but would need to spend a couple of days in the hospital.

I turned to Kayla and said, “why don’t we let these guys take care of Chad, let’s go somewhere so we can talk privately.”

A nurse found us an empty room and Blake, Ollie and I sat down with Kayla, I asked, “can you tell me everything that happened over the last two years?”

She looked at me, “has it been two years?”

I nodded, “yes, you were reported missing a little bit over two years ago.”

She asked, “who report us missing?”

I said, “it was Chad’s parents.”

She chuckled, “I knew it wasn’t my mom.”

I asked, “why would you say that?”

She took a deep breath, “it was my mom that kidnapped us.”

Blake asked, “why would she do that?”

Kayla said, “it was because she found out we gave up our baby for adoption. You see, my mom and I have always had a strained relationship. When Chad and I found out I was pregnant, we talked and knew we couldn’t take care of a baby. I knew I couldn’t have an abortion so we decided the best solution was to give the baby to a family that could care for it. We didn’t tell either of our parents, Chad’s parents would have insisted we get married and quit school, we both wanted to finish school before we got married. I was sure my mom would want to raise the baby herself and I wasn’t going to let that happen. We made excuses not to visit our families while I was pregnant and I found St Francis, after a lot of research I was satisfied they would find the best home for the baby and maintain our privacy. About two years ago I was having another fight with my mother, she had been hounding us about giving her a grandchild and we said we weren’t ready. Chad let it slip, that we weren’t ready the first time, and I finally told her about the baby. She wanted us to tell who adopted the baby, and she wouldn’t believe us when we told her we didn’t know. The next week we had planned a camping trip, and, on the day, we were leaving, she called and said she needed help, her car broke down in some hotel parking lot. I told her to call a tow truck, but Chad said we should go help her. When we got to the parking lot, my brothers jumped us, and we woke up in that damn cabin. We tried to break out, but the windows and doors were covered from the outside. Every few days one of my brothers would bring us food and every so often mom would come along with both my brothers. They would beat up Chad trying to get us to tell them who we gave the baby to. I finally told them about St Francis. I hadn’t seen mom for a while and one of my brothers would just drop food off and leave. Yesterday morning, they all showed up with that little boy and told us it was our son. Then they showed up again today and started to beat Chad again, that’s when you guys showed up.”

Ollie asked, “did your mom tell you how she found out who adopted Isaac.”

She sighed, “no, I didn’t ask, but when I saw Isaac, I knew he was our son, he looks just like Chad.”

I said, “Isaac has been reunited with his parents, you know you may never see him again?”

She nodded, “yes, I know detective. Would you please tell them how sorry I am that my mother put them through all of this and thank them for giving Isaac a good home.”

I said, “I will tell them. I think we should let you rest now, we will talk again in the morning. I’ll talk with the doctor, I am sure they will let you clean up and find you something clean to wear. They will also let you stay with Chad tonight.

I talked to the hospital staff, and they let Kayla and Chad stay together, I had an officer stay to watch their room, just in case Kayla hadn’t been telling me the truth. I called the captain and filled him in on the afternoon’s events, he told us to all go home and wrap things up in the morning.

I walked into the house and saw Lucas and Lucy sleeping on the couch, causing me to smile. I gave Lucas a kiss as he and Lucy both woke up.

He smiled, “hey, I’m glad you’re home.”

I gave him another kiss, “I’m glad I’m home too, and so is Isaac.”

Lucas grinned, “that is good news, and you got the bad guys?”

I nodded, “yep, everybody is where they should be.”

He said, “I have some dinner warming in the oven, if you’re hungry.”

I smiled, “I still don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

He rolled his eyes, “we’ve had this talk so many times, you just brought a little boy home to his parents, you deserve a lot more than me.”

I washed my hands as Lucas set my plate on the table, and I started to eat.

I said, “you know, my parents were worthless, but at least they knew it and found someone else to take care of me. It wasn’t the best solution, it may have been better if they realized it a bit sooner like Kayla and Chad did. I wonder what my life would have been like if they gave me away when I was born, maybe I would have had a family like Isaac does.”

Lucas said, “you have always said, that you play the cards you’re dealt in life. If things hadn’t gone the way they did, we may have never met.”

I chuckled, “I guess I drew the winning hand then, didn’t I?”

I finished eating and put my plate in the sink and turned to hug Lucas, I said, “I could use a shower, do you care to join me.”

He smiled, “deal me in.”

Of course, our hands and lips were all over each other as we showered and dried off. We practically ran to our bed, falling into our usual sixty-nine position. I would never get tired of Lucas’s cock in my mouth, he always tasted so good. As we sucked each other, I felt Lucas start to finger my hole, he always knew how to push my buttons to get me going. I let out a deep breath as I released his cock, rolled onto my back and pulled my legs up. Lucas smiled at me as he repositioned himself and began to lick my pink pucker, pushing his tongue in and out of my hole. Once he had me covered in his slobber, he kissed his way up my stomach and chest. He rubbed his manhood along my crack as we kissed passionately. I reached down and guided his prick into my aching love tunnel. We both exhaled as he impaled me until his nuts were tight against my ass. We locked our eyes on each other as he began to thrust in and out, his cock was a perfect fit for my hole. I just loved the look in his eyes as he fucked me, that is why this was my favorite position. We only took our eyes off each other so we could kiss as I kept my arms wrapped around his back and my legs locked around his waist. My precum leaking cock was trapped between our hard stomachs, which was a good thing, I knew I would cum if I touched myself.

I could feel Lucas’s breath start to quicken and his cock swell, I knew he was close. He came in for another kiss just as he sent his hot love juices as far up in my guts as he could. We continued to kiss until well after his spasms had stopped. We broke our kiss as we smiled at each other, I raised an eyebrow as I said, “it’s my turn.” He returned the smile as I gave him a push and he landed on his back. Before Lucas could react, I pushed his legs up and went to work on his hole with my tongue, next to his cock, his ass had the sweetest taste, and I couldn’t get enough of it. Lucas’s head was writhing back and forth as I continued rimming him. He finally gasped, “fuck me, now.” I quickly honored his request, pushing in balls deep in one smooth motion. We kissed again as we got into our perfect rhythm, Lucas’s cum was seeping out of my ass and down my balls, giving me all the lube I needed. It didn’t take long for my nuts to start churning, a big load of cum working its way to the surface. I kissed him harder as my seed filled Lucas’s insides, some leaking out as I continued to push in and out. We collapsed into a big pile of flesh, sweat and cum, our lips still locked together, our lust completely sated. As my deflating cock slipped from Lucas’s hole, he grinned, “I think we need another shower.” Lucy, who was lying on the floor across the room, lifted her head and looked at us. She let out a big yawn and laid her back down as we crawled out of bed and headed to the bathroom, as we chuckled at her. We cleaned up and held each other as we went to sleep.

The next morning, Blake, Ollie and I talked to Kayla and Chad again, confirming what they had told us the day before. We moved onto interviews with Laura and her two sons, Laura of course, maintained her innocence, claiming that Isaac was her grandson and that she had every right to see him, whenever she wanted. When we and her lawyer couldn’t convince her otherwise, we talked to her two sons. They listened to their lawyer and told the same story that Kayla had given us. The DA filed charges against all three and they were sent to jail, none of them were able to raise bail, so they would wait there until the trial. Rod and Ron had less of a wait, as they both plead guilty and were sentenced for their part, getting a little better deal for cooperating with us. Laura was going to take her case to trial.

The trail went as we expected, Between Kayla and Chad’s testimony and the same story from her sons, it was a relatively short trial. The jury returned with a guilty verdict after just a few hours of deliberation. After the judge concluded the trial, we were standing in the hall of the courthouse as Kayla and Chad approached us, they both looked so much better than the first time I met them.

I said, “you two are looking well.”

Chad ran his hands through his now short hair and smiled, “yeah, my first haircut in two years felt pretty good.”

Kayla smiled, “we wanted to thank you for every you did for us.”

I smiled, “your very welcome, and thank you for your testimony.” I asked, “so will you both be going back to school?”

Kayla said, “Chad is, I have a job at a real estate company downtown as an administrative assistant. I will go back for my degree when Chad finishes his.”

I nodded, “that sounds like a good plan, I wish you both the best.”

Chad said, “thank you, and we wanted to invite you to our wedding.”

Ollie said, “that’s great, you’re getting married?”

Kayla held up her had to show her ring, “yep, just going to be a small ceremony in Chad’s parents’ back yard.”

I asked, “so they have been supportive?”

Chad smiled, “yes, they were upset that we didn’t tell them about the baby but were so happy that we are safe now. Things are good with us.”

Just as we were wrapping up our conversation, I saw Dan, Lisa and Isaac walking toward us. I was unsure what to do.

Dan asked, “would it be ok if we talked with Kayla and Chad, detective?”

I nodded, “sure, if it is ok with them.”

Chad smiled, “it’s ok detective.” He turned to Dan and shook his hand, “Chad Williams, nice to meet you.”

Kayla tried to hold a tear back as she said, “I am so sorry, I promise you Isaac wasn’t hurt.”

Lisa gave her a hug, “we know, we just wanted to thank you for taking care of him and after listening during the trial, we know that you meant us no harm.”

Kayla smiled as she looked at Isaac, “thank you for being such good parents to Isaac, I am so happy he has the life he deserves.”

Lisa said, “well, he is missing one thing.”

Chad looked at them and asked, “what’s that?”

Dan said, “Lisa and I are both only children, Isaac could use a favorite aunt and uncle.”

Chad and Kayla looked shocked as Lisa said, “would you like to come to our house for dinner tomorrow night?”

Kayla again fought back the tears, “are you sure, we don’t want to interfere?”

Dan said, “we are very sure, we talked about it and would like you to be part of Isaac’s life. We have always planned on telling him that he is adopted when he is old enough to understand. You guys have been through so much trying to protect him and us, so if you want, we want to have you there for birthday parties, school plays and all those milestones.”

Chad shook Dan’s hand again, as Lisa and Kayla hugged, he said, “we would love that.”

Blake, Ollie and I left them to talk and went back to the station. I went to my office and moved, Isaac, Kayla and Chad’s pictures to the solved side of my wall, I always smiled when I was able to do that.

Lucas had dinner ready when I walked in the door, he handed me a rum and Coke and he gave me a kiss. He asked, “how was your day?”

I smiled as I told him everything that happened, he was grinning at me as I talked. I asked, “what is that grin for?”

Lucas said, “I am so glad I listened to Jace.”

I furrowed my brows, “about what?”

Lucas held back a tear as he said, “he told me to find someone special, and the way your eyes light up when you tell me about happy endings to your cases, I know I did.”

 

The End.

I used to spend a lot of time on Gaydar but nowadays it is just not the same anymore. But there is one encounter where a flashback alone instantly turns me on. 

People had those accounts with a link to their partners account. They were either in an open relation or they were looking for a threesome. One of those guys started chatting with me one day. His profile picture was one of both their cocks laying next to each other on the edge of a kitchen table.

According to both their profiles they were looking for a threesome. The guy who was chatting with me eventually started hinting more and more that he wanted a one-on-one. I had a look at both their profiles before he approached me. His partner’s profile picture was less discreet and showed his face.

The funny part was that I happened to know them. I saw them often in the local bar. Never spoke to them however because they looked a bit odd and dodgy. Because the one had reddish hair I could easily identify the cocks on the kitchen table. 

There was one big one, rather huge, and one small one. The big one belonged to the redhead. It was however the small one chatting to me. From what I have seen it was clear the redhead was very dominant in the relationship. He was also older and I considered my chat his toy boy.

I didn’t want to get involved there and held the boat off. He kept contacting me and sent me pictures of him wanking saying he was thinking of me. To me it seemed he was looking for a way out of his relationship. Yet another reason for me to think twice.

It became clear the boyfriend with the big cock was as I expected. Grumpy, rough and abusive. In the bar I noticed he never said a word. Their relationship was a disaster. So one day I ‘winked’ the rough guy with the big cock. Why not? One-on-one with him I could do.

I didn’t feel bad about it. My chat was prepared to go behind his back, hard to feel sorry for him. And I am a submissive bottom. What must I do with a weak and insecure who is also bottom? So I ended up chatting with both without them knowing I chatted with the other too. 

Peter, the redhead, did not sent any dick pics. I don’t think he realized or cared that I might have checked his toy boy’s profile. Our chats were short. He never asked for pics from me either. He couldn’t care less. So one day he simply asked if I wanted to fuck that morning and I just replied with a yes.

I knew from the chats with his toy boy he was at work so me and big cock had their house all for ourselves. Brilliant. I showered and got ready. Twenty minutes later I rang the bell.  He opened and checked me out. ‘Oh, it’s you,’ he said and let me in. 

We sat down in the lounge without saying a word. Then after a rather uncomfortable silence he asked if I wanted to go to the bedroom. Not even offering a drink! But I just said ‘Sure. Let’s go.’ We got up and I followed him to their big messy bedroom.

He immediately started taking his clothes off and I followed his example. He got a little bit of a smile on his face when he noted my cock cage but didn’t say anything about it. He went to lay on the bed on said ‘Poppers are in the draw there. I don’t want.’ I brought my own anyway and took some.

His cock was rock hard already. Now he got more verbal. ‘Come here and suck.’ I liked this. ‘Call me slut if you want,’ I said as I climbed on the bed and started sucking him right away. He grabbed my head and pushed it down hard. This was very much so not gently that I started gagging, but he would not let go. 

This set the tone of how things were going to be and I liked it. His cock was huge but divine and I didn’t mind the gagging at all. Things got rougher as he was exploring how far he could go. I let him, this was one of my fantasies. I wanted to explore myself too.

He lifted my head and as he got up he slapped my face. ‘You fucking slut!’ I was in a state. I wanted more. He stepped off the bed and grabbed me by the throat. Pulling me down on my back he positioned me and his cock went back in. I did not resist. 

He fucked my throat. Gagging, saliva everywhere. He didn’t care about me gagging, and neither did I. He slapped my face, my upper body, wherever he could reach, including the cage. I knew he was going to fuck me with his big cock and used as much saliva I could collect to lube my hole.

A break. I think he was close, that’s why he stopped. I used the moment gratefully to popper up. Although I was sure I didn’t really need it. Fuck, I was so horny. He came to lay down on his tummy next to me. I asked, ‘Anything I could do for you?’

‘Lick my ass,’ he said. He spread his legs and I saw his apparently shaved hole waiting for me. I moved in behind him, spread his buttocks and obediently let my tongue work his ass. He rubbed his ass in my face and funny enough I was the one that started moaning.

He turned over on his back and lifted his legs. Now I had his ass and his glorious cock in front of me. I couldn’t resist taking his cock. He couldn’t resist pushing it straight down again. Eventually my throat surrendered. No more gagging, just his cock in there moving around anyway he wanted. ‘Yes, slut. Swallow my cock….’

After a bit he got close, pulled my head of again and got off the bed. I took the opportunity to recover and again popper up. I asked if he had now given up. I got on my knees and pointed my, by then very wet, ass towards him. ‘Fuck me, please.’ 

I felt a hard slap on my ass before I felt his cock enter. Oh, how I was longing for this. ‘Oh yes, fuck me.’ And he did. He fucked hard, slapped my ass, grabbed me by the throat. I kept the poppers close to have the occasional top-up. He fucked me so hard it got painful at times but it only added to the horniness.

Then he pulled out anf threw me over on my back. He climbed over me with his cock over my face. I opened my mouth as he wanked and I tasted his cum in my mouth. ‘Swallow bitch,’ he moaned. It was a lot but I did. 

He leaned forward and rubbed his cock in my face before he got up. I took the opportunity to suck his balls. 

He left for the shower, without a word. When he was still in there after a minute or two I decided I would join him. I wanted more. His cock looked beautiful flaccid. I stepped into the shower and went on my knees. 

I sucked it hard again. He fucked my throat again, and my ass, even rougher then earlier. This time pumping his load deep inside my ass. I was laying on the bed afterwards for a while, recovering. Shaking all over, bruises and a stretched out hole. What a beautiful morning.

This story had an unexpected follow-up. About a week later the threesome with my original chat actually happened. Maybe later. 

The Last of Logan

Last night had been… unexpected, but exactly what I didn’t know I needed. I lay in bed, eyes half-open, staring at the ceiling while the lamp’s soft glow filled the room with a quiet warmth. My mind kept circling back to Logan, to his dick, to what we did—something we’d never done before but felt so natural, so right. It wasn’t just the act itself that kept me thinking. It was the closeness, the shared moment, how our usual boundaries blurred in the comfort of our dorm.

The night had settled over the campus, quiet and still, but my mind buzzed with the memory of what had happened just 24 hours ago. Just as I started to wonder if he felt it too, the door clicked open, and there was Logan, back from wherever he’d been, his hair slightly tousled from the cool night air. His backpack hung lazily over one shoulder, his movements unhurried. Our eyes met, and in that instant, something warm and undeniable stirred deep inside me, a familiar heat that made my chest tighten. Logan’s lips curved into that easy, casual smile. It made my pulse race, a sharp reminder of the fun we had had. 

He dropped his bag next to the desk with a soft thud. Without a word, Logan stepped closer, the space between us shrinking, the room suddenly thick with anticipation. The silence between us buzzed, full of possibilities, heavy with the weight of what was about to happen. Logan sat down, his thigh pressing against mine, closer than he needed to be, and I couldn’t stop the thrill that raced through me. His hand moved slowly, deliberately, resting on my leg. The pressure was gentle but steady, his fingers spreading warmth where they landed. We both knew where this was headed. His eyes flicked to mine, dark with intent, and I leaned in just slightly, enough for him to feel my answer. 

Logan’s hand, still resting on my thigh, tightened just slightly, his fingers pressing into my skin, sending a pulse of heat through me. Our eyes locked, and before I could even think, I leaned in. The moment stretched, thick with the tension that had been building between us, and then finally, his lips met mine. It was slow at first, tentative, like we were still testing the boundaries of this new space we’d found ourselves in. But the second he deepened the kiss, his hand sliding up to the back of my neck, something inside me snapped.

I pulled him closer, our bodies pressed together now, the warmth of him grounding me in the moment. His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to make my breath hitch, and I felt a low sound escape me. Logan’s mouth moved to my jaw, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below my ear, his breath hot and steady, sending shivers down my spine.

“God, you feel incredible,” he murmured against my skin, his voice low and filled with a hunger that sent a thrill through me.

My hands found their way to his waist, tugging at the hem of his shirt, eager to feel more of him. “I want to feel you,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. He raised his arms slightly, allowing me to pull it off in one swift motion. As the fabric fell away, my fingers traced over the chiseled contours of his chest, the defined muscles that felt warm and firm beneath my touch. Each dip and curve of his body ignited something primal within me, and I couldn’t help but marvel at how perfectly he fit against me.

Logan leaned in again, his lips claiming mine with a renewed urgency, and this time there was no hesitation. The tension between us melted into something instinctive, drawing us closer. “You’re driving me wild,” he breathed against my lips, his eyes dark with desire. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Then let’s make this a fun night,” I replied, a surge of confidence coursing through me. “Just the two of us.”

As our lips met, everything around us faded away—our breaths quickened, and the air crackled with electricity. At this point we began to get fully naked. Each brush of skin sent waves of pleasure coursing between us, building with every kiss. I could feel his warmth, his body a perfect blend of strength and softness. “I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured, his fingers gliding down my side, leaving a trail of tingling heat.

“Then show me,” I urged, my heart racing. “Show me everything.”

He leaned back slightly, locking eyes with me, a playful smirk teasing his lips. “You’re really sure about this?” He said looking down at my behind. I knew then what he wanted to do to me. 

“Because once we start, there’s no going back.”

“I’ve never been more certain,” I breathed, the thrill of vulnerability making my pulse quicken.

“Then let’s make it unforgettable,” he said, his voice low and laced with promise. With that, he pulled me closer, our bodies melding together, each kiss deepening the connection and igniting the fire between us. “Just hold on tight.”

He turned me around and bent me over. Logan went down to his knees and drove his tongue into my ass. When his warm breath brushed against me, it sent a shiver down my spine, and I began to experience a sensation I had never felt before.

“Fuck Logan,” was all I said. Logan went in deeper. 

As I surrendered to the moment, Logan’s presence enveloped me, grounding me while also making my pulse quicken. The air was thick with unspoken desire, and I could feel the warmth radiating from him, a comforting contrast to the thrill coursing through my body. He leaned closer, his breath a tantalizing whisper against my skin, and the sensation sent a fresh wave of anticipation washing over me.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice low and full of concern, breaking the spell just enough for me to collect my thoughts.

“I am,” I replied, the honesty in my voice surprising even me. “Just… keep going.”

His hands caressed my sides, warm and steady, as he began to explore further. Every gentle touch felt electric, stirring something deep within me that I had never fully recognized before. It was as if he was unlocking a door to a part of me I hadn’t known existed, and I was ready to step through.

“Trust me,” he murmured, and I could hear the confidence in his tone. The way he guided me, his movements deliberate and caring, made me feel safe even in my vulnerability. I leaned into the experience, letting go of any lingering doubts. This was our moment, and I was determined to savor every second of it.

Logan’s touch became more assured, and with each caress, I felt myself opening up, both physically and emotionally. I realized this was more than just pleasure; it was a profound connection, an exploration of trust that went beyond the physical. As he continued, I could sense the way he paid attention to my responses, adjusting his movements, ensuring I felt cherished and respected.

I closed my eyes, allowing myself to be fully present in this beautiful moment, and the world outside faded away. All that existed was us, our shared breath, and the intoxicating promise of what was to come.

After a while, Logan paused, his hands gently resting on my hips as he turned me around to face him. Our eyes met, and in that moment, I saw a mix of mischief and tenderness. There was something in his gaze that made my heart race even faster, a silent promise of the pleasure yet to come.

“Let’s change things up a bit,” he said, his voice low and inviting. I felt a thrill course through me as he guided me back against the wall, the cool surface contrasting with the heat radiating between us. His hands found my waist, pulling me closer, our bodies fitting together perfectly.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Logan leaned in, capturing my lips again. This kiss was different—deeper, more consuming. It sent a wave of warmth through me, igniting sensations I hadn’t anticipated. As he pulled away just enough to catch my gaze, I could see the playful spark in his eyes.

“Trust me,” he murmured, and I nodded, excitement and anticipation swirling inside me. He knelt before me again, but this time, his hands glided up my thighs, exploring with a teasing slowness that made my breath hitch. The way he looked up at me, his expression filled with intent, sent shivers through my body.

As his lips found their way to my erect cock, trailing soft kisses along my inner thighs, I felt a different kind of pleasure building—a delicious tension that made my skin tingle. The sensation was intoxicating, and I gasped softly, my fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on without needing to say a word.

Logan took his time, savoring each moment, each kiss, as if he were memorizing every inch of me. The way he focused on me, attentive and playful, made me feel both cherished and exhilarated. I lost myself in the rhythm of his touch, the world outside fading into nothingness as I surrendered to the waves of pleasure building inside me.

“Just like that,” I breathed, completely captivated by the connection we were sharing. The intimacy of the moment wrapped around us, and I couldn’t help but smile.

As the waves of pleasure continued to build within me, I felt myself teetering on the edge of something monumental. Each stroke and kiss from Logan enveloped me into a point of no return. I began to hump his face involuntarily, and he let himself

In this moment, Logan’s eyes never left mine. Finally, as I surrendered completely, I felt the tension within me release in a rush—a flood of warmth and light that washed over me. I had unleashed my cum inside his throat. I hadn’t warned him that I was cuming, it just happened and I wanted to enjoy the moment. Logan swallowed every last bit.

“Logan,” I breathed, my voice thick with lust. He stood up and began stroking his dick. He was coming as well. I took this cue to get on my knees and bury my face in his pubes and balls. It was now my turn to get fed. 

“Let me take care of you,” I said softly, looking up into his eyes. There was a flicker of surprise, then something warmer, a spark of trust. He nodded and inserted his pulsing cock in my mouth. 

With his two hands, Logan grabbed my head and began to hump me uncontrollably. His moans were loud and heavy. I could tell he had been wanting this for a long time. 

In no time, Logan released his thick ropes of cum inside of me. As you can probably imagine, he tasted amazing. As Logan surrendered to the moment, a deep breath escaped him, and I could see the tension melting away from his features. His body relaxed, and the expression on his face shifted from anticipation to sheer relief. It was as if he was finally allowing himself to feel everything. I’ve needed this,” he said softly.

We both stood naked, our dicks semi-hard, our mouths with a brand new taste of each other’s cum. Logan and I just smiled at each other, proud of what we had done tonight and excited of what was to come. 

During my freshman year, when I lived with Logan, we kept blowing each other. Eventually, however, Logan found a girl who started to do the same things I did to him. He left to go live with her half way through Spring semester. And even though I was upset that Logan was no longer interested, at that point of the year, I had started exploring with other men so I wasn’t too bummed out by it. 

I was on to new adventures with a physics professor, a gloryhole in the library basement, and athletes who lived next door.

The Last Word: Owen

So Sam has given me the last word, huh? Interesting. Well…the morning after the night we spent at Sam & Co’s new house and had all that fun, we came home and had a quiet day in the condo and in fact a quiet summer after that. We heard from Sam about their adventure on the island which sounded pretty hot, but James and I were feeling a little quiet. It’s not like we didn’t fuck all the time and it’s not like we didn’t invite the odd guy into our bed, but we didn’t feel all that ambitious.

I think it was more James, really. I would have been down with more fun with other guys, but he seemed to be content with just the two of us. I had this weird fantasy it was because he was entertaining his nesting instincts or something. You know, like deciding to have kids changed his attitude to sex or something.

Later in the summer, however, before the school year started again, James said to me one morning, “Why don’t we invite Derek over again. I want access to that cock of his.”

James had this smile that I knew well. It was the ‘old’ James kind of smile. A little wicked and a little playful. It was fuckin’ nice to see. “Sure James, let’s do it. I want that cock again myself.”

But James being James, he surprised me. “Let’s invite him for dinner as well.”

“For dinner? You mean like a date?”

He gave me the most disdainful look. “No, Owen. Not like a date. But I do want to actually have a conversation with him. Is that so wrong?”

He had a point. To be honest, I was a little afraid that we would end up like my brother who if he could marry Goran and Mark, he would. So I said, “That makes sense. When should we have him?”

We arranged for the coming weekend and James cooked up a storm. That was interesting because he generally only cooks like that for special occasions. And I said so. James turned to me, giving me this long look. “You’re afraid I’m falling for the guy and that we’ll be just like your brother, aren’t you?”

I knew he would figure it out. “Yeah, I suppose I am.”

He cleared his throat and put down the big knife he was holding, which made me happy. “I have no intention of getting into some polyamorous situation. I just want to get to know the guy we’re fucking. And sure, maybe I think he could be a regular fuck of ours. Is that so wrong?”

James, even when he’s pissed, is actually very reasonable. I had to admit he was right. “Yeah, James. Sorry. I don’t know why the thing with my brother gets under my skin.”

He looked at me again with those piercing blue eyes that I love. But he didn’t say anything which, in some ways, made it more annoying. But he leaned over and kissed me and went back to chopping onions.

Derek showed up a couple of hours later and we set ourselves up on the deck that overlooked Toronto Harbour. He was suitably impressed by the view and we sat out there drinking wine and talking. I turned to him and said, “So Derek, we’ve spent so much time sucking your cock that we hardly know anything about you.”

He laughed and put his hand on my leg, giving me a nice stroke. “Well, I hope I get to show you again, but what do you want to know?”

“Like…what do you do?”

He looked uncomfortable for a second, then he said, “I’m doing a PhD in physics.”

There was silence for a second. Even James was surprised by that one. Then Derek said, “And you?”

I collected my wits and said, “Poly Sci. I’m doing a PhD soon.”

He looked impressed. “That’s very cool.” He turned to James, his eyebrows raised.

“Oh, I’m in French mostly. I’m going to be teacher.”

I looked at James in amazement. He had never said that to me before. Why how? I didn’t say anything, but I could tell James was deliberately not meeting my gaze. I took a big gulp of wine and asked, “Where do you live?”

“In the Beach off Queen St.”

James got up and said, “Nice neighbourhood. Come in a let’s eat.”

We had a nice meal and Derek tried to explain what he was studying, but physics is like another fucking language. We had dessert on the deck and some nice brandy. The light was getting dim and the air was cooling since there was a nice breeze coming off the lake. I looked at James at one point because I could tell he was plotting something. And sure enough, he got off his chair and went and sat in Derek’s lap so they were face-to-face and James’ legs going the opposite direction. He started kissing him and grinding his ass on Derek’s lap.

I like it when James gets things going. I decided to open my pants and I slid them off and threw them to the side. I got up and went over to them and stood beside Derek’s head. I said, “Take off my underwear and get to work.”

Derek grinned at me, and went along with it. He slid my briefs down and my already hard cock smacked him in the nose. He stuck his face in between my balls and my cock, and I could see him breathing me in. I liked the way he appreciated what he was doing. He started to lick my balls, and run his lips over them, sucking them in and pulled at the wrinkly skin. I felt his hand start to stroke my ass and trace the crack with his fingers.

James was sucking on his neck and then he pulled Derek’s shirt off and tossed it to the side. He sat up and kneeled down and undid James’ pants and hauled them off. No underwear. Just like Mark. What is it with guys with big fucking cocks and going commando?

I took hold of the back of Derek’s head and slid my cock in his mouth a few times, bottoming out and smacking his chin with my balls. He was able to take me, so I kept going, really fucking his face and it was making me a little crazy so I slowed down since I was nowhere near ready to cum.

I looked down at James who was doing the same to that epic cock. James can take big dick and he was and his head was bobbing up and down really fast. Derek started to moan into my cock and I decided we needed to slow down. I pulled out of his mouth and said, “Let’s go hit the bed, kids.”

I turned and went inside and I could hear them follow. I shucked my shirt and hopped onto the bed naked, and they had done the same. Three naked guys with big dicks. Now that’s what I’m talking about. We formed a little daisy chain since we were all in the mood for a mouthful. I sucked James, James sucked Derek and Derek sucked me. Nice.

I ran my hands over James’ taut, firm chest and belly and slid a hand underneath to finger his ass. I pinched his nipples a little hard as payback, I realized, for not telling me about his teaching plan. But being James, he just moaned and got off on it. I pulled off James’ cock and looked over at Derek’s cock disappearing in his mouth and I decided to joint them. I slid over so I was beside Derek and turned so my tool was beside his and James starting to jack me off, then moved his mouth to me and I put my hand on the back of his head and fucked up into his mouth.

Then James tried to stuff both our cocks in his mouth which made me a little crazy, and I turned to Derek and we made out and sucked each other’s tongues and tasted each other’s necks and I licked his nipples and bit them.

Suddenly Derek sat up and said, “I want to fuck one of you. Which one?”

I decided I wanted that cock in me, so I spread my legs wide and James reached for some lube. Derek let James lube him up and he slid some fingers in me until I was slippery. I said, “Don’t be gentle, Derek. Fuck the hell out of me.”

He grinned and pushed his cock in me really fast. He was big. I mean big. And it hurt a little and then it was just really intense. But I was up for it. I wanted to fucked and when that happens, I don’t care about much else. Derek leaned down and pushed my thighs into my chest and went for it. His hips were going fast and his cock was coming almost all the way out before slamming home again. Over and over, and harder and harder. He was on fire. I was on fire.

I felt James beside me and he slid his cock into my mouth. I like being taken and I was fuckin’ being taken. My hands found Derek’s ass and I pushed him in every time he bottomed out, and I gripped his ass cheeks so my middle fingers found his asshole and I began to dig them in. He started to kiss me hard, then he bit my lip, and started mouth my neck, grunting every time he thrust into me. James’ cock slid back into my mouth and I felt that my body was full of cock and in the best way.

I pulled Derek’s head back by his hair and I spat James’ cock out so I could say, “Are you fucking going to cum in me? Are you fucking going to give it to me.” I like talking dirty. It’s fucking fun.

Derek smiled at me and spat in my mouth in answer. He fucked me even harder and sweat had started to fun down his temple and I licked it up. But at this point he was battering me, and James was jacking his cock really fast right by our faces. That was hot because there’s nothing better than being filled with cum than having cum pour over your face at the same time.

Derek started to make this really low sound as he fucked me, and it was like a guy-siren because each time his cock bottomed out in me, it rose in volume and his had shut his eyes really tight. I stuck as many fingers as I could into his ass and that seemed to do it because his mouth opened and I could feel his whole body tremble and he was there, he was fucking filling me with his cum.

I noticed that James had disappeared, but then I felt his face in between us, and his mouth busy on Derek’s cock as it continued to fuck me and I could hear James sucking whatever was leaking out of me.

Derek finally stopped moved and slowly pulled that amazing cock out of me and James started to drive his tongue into me, sucking as much cum as he could get. But then he sat up and got his cock into me and I was being fucked all over again. It was my turn to be fucked by everyone and I fuckin’ loved. it.

James was not quite as intense nor as big, but he made up for it in speed and with a series of quick jabs he whipped Derek’s cum into some kind of froth and then with a loud gasp, he fucking came in me, still fucking but erratically and finally he fell to one side, his cock sliding out and I could feel my asshole leaking. I put my hand down and collected as much as I could and brought it to my mouth.

My own cock was drooling and wet and Derek put his face in my lap and sucked and jacked and in a second I spewed into his mouth and I swear I almost blacked out when I came and my whole body froze and I could feel spurts of cum pouring into Derek’s mouth.

Like a good boy, he gave it back to me with a big wet kiss and we necked around my cum for a while and I felt his smooth body and his strong ass, his muscular thighs and his strong back. He was one sexy fucker.

We lay around for a while, and eventually I got up and got us some scotch and toasted to good sex. With that, James turned to Derek and poured a little scotch on his cock which made him yelp, but then James leaned down and cleaned it off and he was rewarded by a hard cock that tasted like scotch. He sucked him hard and pumped the length of him, then spent some time sucking on his balls, really massaging the sac with his tongue while Derek jacked himself.

Derek held James’ head down when be went back to deep-throating him and pushed his face into his crotch and said, “You want me to fuck you with that?”

James tried to nod with a mouthful of dick but it was obvious he was into it. I just watched them go, fisting my dick really slowly, enjoying the show. Derek pulled James up and pushed him up against the head of the bed so he was on his knees with his that beautiful ass of his facing us. Derek moved up behind him and gripped one shoulder and used his other hand to feed his cock into James’ hole.

James leaned his head on the wall and took it, gyrating his hips as he took that big piece into him. I think he had only met one other cock – Mark’s – before that was that big. Derek managed to slid all the way in and I was struck by the girth of that monster against James’ while ass which almost looked small.

Derek looked down at himself and then turned to me. “Where’s the lube?”

Feeling mischievous, I got the lube but I started by lubing Derek up, getting his beautiful hole all ready to be fucked, then I sweetly handed him the lube. “Nice, Owen. Very thoughtful.”

Derek poured lubed on his dick as he slid out and then back into James, who said, “Fuck, that’s better. You’re too big to fuck without lube.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot. But now I can really fuck you: are you ready?”

I said, “Wait…” And I slid close to Derek and got myself in my favourite position with the head of my dick slid right in Derek’s ass and when he pulled out of James, I slid into him. Nice and slow, just how I like it. Derek felt tight and cozy and I said, “You don’t get fucked that often…is this all right?”

Derek laughed and turned and we tried to kiss for a while, but then he said, “Yeah, not so often. But I fuckin’ like it and I fuckin’ like your cock, so no worries.”

He turned back and wrapped his arms around James torso and started to fuck. Really slowly as if he read my mind. I gave a nice slow push, spent some time just fully in and then an even slower pull out, which made my cock go deep. He gasped, “Fuck, that’s intense! You both are a trip…and I like it.”

James laughed and turned and tried to kiss Derek, but they only managed to play with each other’s tongues. I was holding Derek’s hips, but then I extended my arms around Derek and managed to hold James as well. I had to make sure Derek had room to fuck, so I pulled my hips back and then we were set. I said into Derek’s ear, “Now go. Don’t hold back.”

So he did. He started to speed up and his hips moved in wider and wider thrusts, his cock, which I could see if I looked over his shoulder was glistening and a little red as it came out of James, then he drove it back in, again and again. I could smell our bodies, feel Derek’s back getting slick on my chest, hear the wet sound of his cock in James’ ass, and the low growls he came out with every few seconds. James was moaning softly and I knew he was in heaven taking such an impressive cock in him.

Derek was speeding up and I was getting the benefit of my cock massaging his tight asshole. I reached down and found his balls and I cupped them as they moved and slapped James’ ass. I gave them a little tug and Derek moaned pretty loudly and tried to kiss me from the side. It made him go faster and I wondered which of us would cum first, because I was getting close but it was hard to tell with him.

But then I had a thought, so I pulled out of Derek and said, “Let’s switch…I want to fuck James.”

Derek seemed to come out of a trance and smiled at me, pulling his cock out of James whose hole was gaping. He got out of the way and I slid myself into him, whispering in James’ ear, “I wanted you to be the one to get my cum.”

James laughed and thrust his hips backwards, pushing my cock deeper inside him. Derek got behind me and I took a deep breath and he grabbed my hips and I felt him lube my ass up some more, then he started working that fucking log of a cock into me. It was intense and definitely reminded me of Mark, but bigger. I felt my hole stretched in new ways and not for the first time wondered how my brother learned to take two cocks at once. But that thought faded when I pulled back from James and felt Derek fill me up.

We started all over again and it took me a while to get up to speed because my insides had to get used to being stretched by Derek’s massive tool. Fuck, it was intense. But I got there, and soon I was moving up the mountain again and what started as a little fire soon became a bonfire and I started to cum really fast, fucking James really hard as I filled him. I came so fast that I think Derek was way behind. I turned to him and said, “Do you want to cum in our mouths?”

“Fuck yeah!” Smart man.

He pulled out of my ass and James and I lay down on the bed, head to head, and Derek started to jack himself on his slippery cock, and a trail of precum was dripping off the tip that James caught on his tongue and slurped in, and he fisted his dick faster and smeared both our faces with the tip, spreading more of that amazing liquid on our lips. He was gasping and then all of a sudden said, “Here it comes!”

He aimed his cock between us and James and I got closer so our tongues were touching and he began to shoot on them with a few big sloppy ropes, then he moved his cock and the bastard decided to paint our faces with cum, which was fun. I licked it off James nose and out of his eyes and he was still pouring cum out, although slower, until there was just a slow drool. James reached up with his lips and caught the rest in a quick slurp.

Derek fell back on the pillows and sat there on his knees, breathing heavily. James and I necked for a while, enjoying the taste of cum and each other. It felt really nice and very chill. At one point I noticed that Derek, who had slid down and was lying between us, had dozed off. I raised my head and looked at James and said, “I guess we have a houseguest.”

He smiled at me and said, “I’m glad. I really like him. Let’s get some sleep.”

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Derek stayed over and we had another epic threeway the next morning which ended with him taking both our loads after he fucked us to next week. That guys is insatiable. We left early that afternoon and James and I had to go to bed to recover.

What I need to make clear is that Derek didn’t become a permanent partner or anything, but there must be something in the DNA of our family because he did become a regular guest in our house, not just our bed. He had boyfriends and now has a long-term partner but he always has room in his life for us. Once we got together with his partner at the time – Jonas – and we had a great time. James was able to suck of all three of us and then we all fucked him, and then each other. It was epic.

But Jonas didn’t last, but Derek kept coming by every couple of weeks. Sometimes just for dinner, sometimes for a fuck. I felt bad for Derek because he was really looking for someone and he deserved it. He finally found a guy – Angelo – who was this Italian dude with lots of body hair and a nice prick. I know because he also came for dinner once and I got to suck it and take a load of Italian cum.

Angelo married Derek a few years later and it was really swell. But Derek is our man and he is part of our family and with Angelo’s permission, part of our bed now and then. We love sucking that amazing cock, what can I say? When we finally adopted a kid, then another, we designated Derek and Angelo as the guys who they would live with if anything happened to us. We decided that my brother’s house was complicated enough. So he was another uncle. Our kids already had three, with Sam & Co, but now they had four.

Derek ended up teaching at Waterloo which was great, since he and Sam would often commute together. I think they occasionally fuck as well. And Sam and I…well, ever since housewarming do at their house, Sam and I have spent an evening together a few times. Fucking.

A bunch of years later when James was in Quebec to visit some relatives of his, Sam came over for dinner. It was really nice since the two of us hadn’t had a night alone a few months. We needed some bro time. I made us a nice dinner and we had some wine and Sam got us stoned which he still did from time to time. We chilled on the sofa and talked about old times and our parents and how, even though they had totally cleaned up their act, we still didn’t completely trust them. Why would we? Come on. It will take more than a lifetime to make up for the shit they put us through. We totally agreed on that.

We were quiet for a moment, then Sam asked, “How are things with the kids?”

I looked at him. His eyes were half-closed and I could tell he was thinking. “Things are great. We didn’t sleep for two years after we got Joe, then we slept every other night. But you know, now that they’re in high school, things have calmed down. It’s really great. We just have to keep our bedroom door locked when we’re fucking.

Sam laughed. He put his head on my shoulder which felt really nice. I stroked his hair and we just sat quietly. Then he said, real quiet, “Why do we get all sexy together sometimes? I mean, don’t get me wrong…it’s amazing to fuck you, to kiss you, and all the things…but I guess it’s pretty unusual?”

I had to agree. “Yeah, Sam. I guess most brothers don’t get that intimate. But I don’t know about you, but it’s felt right. Each time.”

I could feel him shake his head on my shoulder. “Yeah, it felt right. And hot as fuck.”

We both laughed, but I was getting a hard-on and I wanted to do something with it. Then Sam, real slow, slid his hand into my pants and grabbed my totally throbbing dick. “I guess talking about it turns you on.”

He undid his pants and pulled out his cock, sliding his underwear down. I took it in my hand and we starting jack each other off. That felt really nice. He turned to me and we looked at each as we stroked each other, then as if there were magnets, our mouths got closer and then we were off to the races. I suddenly felt ravenous for him and I wanted to swallow his tongue.

We jacked a little faster then Sam pulled back and pulled his t-shirt off and kicked his pants away. I did the same and without deciding it, I got up and turned so I could get my face in his crotch and he into mine and we totally sixty-nined. I felt his hands on my ass, pushing my cock deeper into his mouth and I did the same, and soon, both of us were fucking each other’s mouths and making moaning sounds into each other’s cocks.

Sam turned so he was on top of me and really started fuck down into my mouth and felt his balls slapping my chin. He was really going and I almost choked a few times and I could tell his cock was spewing precum into my throat because everything tasted salty and sweet. I could smell his turned-on smell, his animal smell coming off his balls. He was devouring my cock and moaning at the same time. He jammed his cock in my face a few more times, then suddenly I felt him start to spew cum in my mouth. Short blast of it spurting into the back of my throat.

I swallowed a few times then decided I wanted something else. I pushed him off me, his cock still dribbling onto my neck and I got on top of him. My dick was wet and I said, “Now I get to fuck you, Sam. I’m going to fuckin’ drill you.”

He laughed at me and he wiped some of his cum from my neck and smeared it into his ass and said, “Go for it. I want that brother cum in me.”

When he said that it really fuckin’ turned me on. Incest dirty talk. A new fuckin’ genre. I hiked his legs apart and up over my shoulders so I could hold on real tight and I slid my dick into him. I could tell he was used to lots of things going on down there because he let me slide in effortlessly. I bottomed out and stared into his eyes. Really stared and started to go, fucking deep and fast. I licked his shin and sucked on his toes, but kept up the pace, thrusting deeper each time, totally pulling my cock all the way out and back in.

Fucking Sam, my brother, was a trip. It wasn’t like fucking James or Derek, it was like a different kind of experience completely. I had learned how Sam had felt when he fucked me at the Perth house. It was just us. For us. No one else. I started into his eyes and the last thirty-odd years flashed by and it felt so amazing and sad and close and intimate and scary. I wanted to have my cock in him never again and forever. It was like our history. We couldn’t change it and we were there and we both wanted to forget and never forget.

I fucked and fucked and I was crying a little, just like every time we did this. I felt his hand on my face wiping my tears and he brought them to his mouth. That was the most intimate thing I had ever seen and it sent my and my cock into space and I started to cum and a fucking sheet of pleasure went through me like a hurricane and I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my jaw and fucked him really deep, feeling cum filling him. And I think he just looked at me the whole time. His dick was still hard and I could see that he came again, since there was a little pool of cum on his chest. I let go of his legs and bent down and sucked it all up and this time I just swallowed, smiling.

Then I had to collapse onto the bed. We lay side by side, just breathing. Then I felt him take my hand. Such a simple thing, but it said everything to me. Then he said, “Owen, we’re not going to do that again. I’m fucking glad for all the times we did it, but I think that really is it. I feel closer to you than anyone except Mark and Goran, but now I think we can put history to bed. What do you say?”

I thought a minute because I wanted to answer him in a way that made sense. “Yeah, Sam. I think that was like the final exorcism or something. Now we can just be brothers and have dinners and Christmas and all that shit. I think we’re cool.”

He turned to me and looked into my eyes. He leaned over and gave me one, long, wet, loving kiss then got off the bed. He took my hand and pulled me up and we went to the shower and washed a lifetime of things away that needed to be washed away. It felt amazing. We emerged all clean and virtuous. We agreed we wouldn’t tell the others about this last fuck. It was ours.

He hugged me for a long time, then left, going back to those two amazing guys and their amazing life that almost made me envious except James and I had the kids and that was pretty fucking awesome. Right?

So there’s not much more to say. Our kids are in high school and doing well. I think one of them is gay but we’re just waiting for them to tell us. James is a well-respected high school teacher, I’m a prof U of T and we hang out with Sam & Co, we hang out with Derek (and fuck him when necessary) and our kids spend time with their uncles and it all feels amazing. How fucking lucky are we? Really lucky.

The End.

I had been out on my bike for most of the morning riding the back roads. It was getting close to noon and I decided to stop for something to eat and drink.

I finally saw a roadhouse up ahead and decided to stop there as there were several bikes in front of the place.

When I walked in, I saw a half dozen women bikers at the bar, all were black beauties looking at me.

I made my way to the far end of the bar and ordered a beer and a burger. As I was taking my first swallow of beer one of the biker chicks came over and sat beside me.

She said she hadn’t seen me in here before and was I just out for a ride. I told her I was and I had never been in this area before and was hungry so I stopped here.

Well, she said, I am Terry and the head of our biker club, The Black Widows, MC.

I asked her if this was all of them here now and she said no the rest couldn’t make today’s run, their loss though and smiled at me.

I told her I was Gary and was happy to meet her. She asked me if I knew why they called themselves the Black Widows. I answered her with, because you’re all black and widows?

She laughed and told her friends that they had a real wise ass amongst them. Maybe we will show you why before the day is over and winked at me.

About now they had all gathered around us and we were all drinking beers. She had her hand on my thigh and was moving it closer and closer to my crotch.

I like you she told me, let’s go out back for a while. Then she led me to the back of the bar and outside to the patio. This is when I noticed this was no ordinary bar. The patio had all sorts of playthings on it.

There was a sex swing, a bench with restraints for hands and legs, a seat with a hole in it and taller than normal legs and much more. This was clearly a sex garden.

She wasted no time getting me up against a wall and rubbing herself against my now hard cock. She took off my shirt and before I knew what was happening someone had tied my hands to some rings in the wall behind me.

She slid my pants down and off leaving me there nude and hard. Then she attached my ankles to the wall like my arms were. I was now spread eagled and at their mercy.

I looked around and they were all taking off their own clothes. They all had some really nice tits, none too small as well as too big.

They were all rubbing themselves against me and playing with my cock. Finally Terry had them stop. She asked me if I wanted some more and I said hell yes.

Are you sure? We are not your average women, we all have something more to offer and don’t do plain vanilla sex so be really sure of what you want. We’re the Black Widows because when we use a man, we usually use him up!

She was playing with my cock all the time she was telling me this and I would have agreed to anything at this point, which I am sure she knew. LOL

Okay girls start by teasing his cock some before we put him in the swing. They all once again started man handling my body. My nipples were sucked and pinched and pulled roughly. My cock was stroked and occasionally stroked.

I was dripping pre-cum by the bucket load and they were rubbing it all over my body as well as feeding it to me. I felt someone work a finger into my ass and then another.

I heard Terry say, “That’s enough, bring him to the swing.”

I was then put in the swing and again my wrists and ankles were bound. Terry then announced, “show him what we have for him girls”.

This is when they began taking their leather pants off. I was surprised to see they all had big hard cocks they were hiding in them.

I started begging them not to do this to me, to let me go and I would just leave and forget I ever found this bar as well as never return. They all started laughing and one of them told me it was too late to back out now, I was going to be fucked by them all and more than once too.

In this swing my head and ass were situated just right for them to be filled with their cocks. I soon had a cock pushing into my mouth and Terry was telling me how she was now about to take my virgin ass as hers.

Then I felt her cock begin to enter my ass. I wanted to scream but couldn’t because my mouth was filled with cock. Terry soon bottomed out inside me and stopped moving. She told me to relax and she would let my ass get used to her being in it.

She said I would be begging them all to fuck me. If I could have said anything I would have told her ‘No way” but my mouth was full. About the time she began moving her cock out the cock in my mouth began pumping its load of cum into my mouth.

This was the first time I ever had a cock in my mouth and now the first time I had ever tasted cum.

Terry the shoved her cock back into my hole and began fucking it with abandon. She continued fucking me hard and deep and I was beginning to like it. I was about to tell her to fuck me harder but another cock filled my mouth as soon as I opened it.

I was now being fucked at both ends and was actually liking it. Terry soon pushed hard and held my hips as I felt her cock start pulsing. She was filling me with her seed.

The cock in my mouth also began giving my mouth another load of cum for me to taste and swallow. Someone was also working over my nipples and I was in sensory overload. I felt my own cock building up to an orgasm.

When Terry pulled her cock out of me my own orgasm subsided and left me with blue balls.

Who’s next she asked and another cock was entering my battered hole. This went on until they had all emptied their balls into either my mouth or ass. Then they let me out of the swing and took me back into the bar for some beers.

I could barely walk but they helped me and I was put into a booth between some of them so I couldn’t get out. While sitting here they were keeping my cock hard and my balls were aching. But they wouldn’t let me cum.

Terry told me that the second round would begin soon and everyone would change positions so those that fucked my mouth would then fuck my ass and vice versa.

I begged her to please just let me go but she told me no. They wouldn’t let me go until I had been used up completely by their big black cocks.

She also told me that Iby the time they finished with me I would become their bitch and cum bucket. She said I would be riding with them, dressed in pink leathers and they would pimp me out to other bikers at the rally’s they went to. They owned me now.

I was then returned to the back patio and this time strapped onto a fuck bench. Then the fucking began once again. Both my holes were filled for the next several hours and I had cum running down my thighs and chin from all the cocks that had cume in me.

We went back inside again and had some more drinks and they decided to call it a day. One of them took my bike around the back and parked it here while Terry had someone put my clothes someplace where I couldn’t find them.

She then told me to come with her. We went outside and she had me get on her bike, naked, behind and took me home with her like this.

When we arrived at her house, she took me inside and told me I would be spending the night here with her and in the morning, we would return to the bar for more fun and games.

I was awakened twice during the night by here fucking and breeding my ass.

When we arrived back at the bar there were several more of the club there and I knew it was going to be a hard day for me. But for some reason I was actually looking forward to all the new fucking I was going to get.

As we entered, she told me to start sucking every cock in the place. I was soon in the middle of the room, on my knees, with a cock in my mouth.

I got my first taste of cum almost as soon as I took that cock into my mouth and then immediately had another one to suck. By noon I had sucked 14 black cocks and they were all ready to fuck my ass.

They rode me in every position they could think of and bred my ass with so much cum they were pushing it out as each new cock pushed itself into me.

By five they were all finished and Terry tossed my clothes to me there on the floor and told me the had taken pictures and video of everything we did. They owned my ass now and I better be back next Friday night for more of the same or the pictures and video would be sent to all of my contacts.

Then before I could get dressed, she had the girls hole me down and put a huge butt plug in my ass.

The ride home was quite painful and I got into my hot tub as soon as I got there.

I wondered what the hell I had gotten myself into but knew I loved all of it and would be back Friday for more.

I was glad that things with me and Justin had returned to normal. Well, not quite normal. Now that I knew how good his ass felt, I started popping boners whenever I was around him. He could be bent over taking out the trash, his gym shorts clinging to the insane curves of his globe-like ass, and I’d get this urge to get right behind him, tear those shorts down, and take his ass like an animal.

So yeah, not normal after all.

Justin wasn’t avoiding me, but it still felt like whatever we had going on didn’t affect him much. He was always a pretty chill guy, things didn’t really get to him, but I thought now that we’d fucked, well… let’s just say I wanted to turn our apartment into a 24/7 sex dungeon.

It had been a week since we fucked. I was going stir crazy. A part of me wondered if Justin was wearing those stretchy shorts that clung to his ass just to tease me. Those things made all the blood in my body gather in one place.

(My dick.)

Now, I wasn’t going to jump his bones, or hump him like a dog. But fucking dammit, I wanted to. I wanted Justin’s pussy all the time now. I was getting obsessed with his ass, I couldn’t stop staring at it, just him walking around in the apartment made it jiggle a little bit. I saw him jogging early in the morning and the way it bounced as he ran… I had to immediately turn around and rub one out in the bathroom so I could continue with my day.

So yeah, I had it bad for Justin’s ass.

I just needed to get him alone again. A night in, some beers, and I knew I’d be buried deep in his hole. That’s why when I was done with my classes on Friday around noon, I saw him walking on campus with a bunch of his friends and decided to make my move.

“Justin!” I called out as I jogged up to him. Justin and his friends all turned to look at me, and I recognized those guys. Justin had some other gay friends that he met at some college gay mixer thing. I had this little pang in my head that maybe he’d fucked some of them, but none of them were big guys like me, and I was confident I was Justin’s type.

Still, these guys always tried to flirt with me, and it was pretty flattering to be honest. Not that I’d ever get with a gay guy. I’m straight, after all.

“What’s up Monty?” Justin said easily.

“Hey man… uh….” I stammered.

What the hell? Why was I getting nervous? This was Justin, my best bro. And I never got nervous asking a chick to hang.

“You wanna chill tonight? Watch some movies, get high…?” I trailed off. My palms felt sweaty, and I wiped them on the front of my jeans. I had never had this reaction before, and I’d asked Justin to hang out plenty of times before. We were best bros after all.

“Well…” Justin started.

“Ac-tu-a-lly,” one of his friends cut in. I think his name was Grant? He was slender but pretty normal looking. Some of Justin’s friends were kinda girly, and I wasn’t into that. Wait, I mean, I’m not into guys…

“We’re going to Finnegan’s tonight. Blow off some steam, maybe catch a dick or two,” Grant said then winked at me. “Know where I can get one?”

“Finnegan’s?” I asked, not knowing how to respond to Grant’s flirting.

Justin let out an exasperated sigh. “It’s the gay club, Monty. Sorry I can’t hang out.”

“What if I go with you?” I blurted out. I think I was just as shocked as everyone else when I said that.

“What? Why would you wanna go?” Justin asked suspiciously.

“I don’t know man, is it weird that I wanna hang with my best bro? You know I’m down with the gays.”

Grant sidled up to me, brushing his fingers on my hairy forearm. “Oh really? How down are you Monty? Maybe down low?”

“Huh?”

“You know Monty,” Grant continued, “I’m a Chem major, so if you ever want to do some… experiments, I’d be happy to help.”

Why the hell would I need to do Chem experiments? I’m a Poli Sci major.

I had no idea what he meant, but Justin cut him off. “Knock it off, Grant,” he said sternly, and Grant backed away a little bit.

He turned to me. “Monty, I’m gonna be with the guys tonight. How about tomorrow?”

“Okay… that’s chill. Yeah,” I said. But something felt off. Why didn’t Justin wanna hang with me? Why was he going to a gay club anyways? What did Grant say? ‘Catch a dick or two’?

Was Justin going to find a guy to hook up with? When I was right here? That made my blood fucking boil.

I wasn’t going to let him brush me off like that.

—

“Fuck! That practice was brutal!” My teammates made a chorus of moans. Even though it was the off-season, Coach still had us do drills to keep us in shape. Normally I didn’t mind, but having practice the same season as Justin meant I got to spend less time with him.

I had to take what I could get. So if Justin was going to a gay club, I could too. Nothing wrong with that. And then if Justin wasn’t able to find a guy to ride, we could go home together and blow off steam. Perfect plan.

Now I couldn’t just show up. That would give creepy stalker vibes. I had to have a reason to go besides wanting to be with Justin. When my teammate Travis Lee, our wide receiver, moved to his locker next to mine, I had the perfect idea.

Trav was our wide receiver, and one of the fastest guys I’ve ever seen. He was a built but lean Asian guy. Dude’s a fucking riot, always cracking jokes in the locker room and raising team spirit. We hung out a few times at team bonding nights out. He was also gay, though I’d never seen him with a guy, he did come out to the team on our first day.

“Hey Trav, what’s up?”

He glanced my way. “Not much, my man. Feel like I need an ice bath after this. I normally like sprints but Coach is riding my ass hard. If he keeps this up, I’m not sure if I’ll make it,” he said, raising his hand up and tilting his head back in a dramatic way.

Speaking of asses, Trav had a big one. Even bigger than Justin’s (though I’m sure Just would kill me if he heard me say that, dude can be weirdly competitive about the size of his ass). Maybe it was all that running? Seriously, I heard the dude needed custom fitted uniform pants, that’s how big his cheeks were. They weren’t as bouncy and jiggly as Justin’s, but dude had a dumper. Probably had no trouble getting dick, seeing as how gay guys are into ass.

“Yeah I hear you. Been wanting to blow off some steam. Hey, you ever hear of Finnegan’s?”

Travis paused and peered over at me. “The gay club? Yeah, I’ve been a few times. Why?”

“My roommate, Justin, said it’s a pretty cool place. I wanna check it out. Wanna come with?”

Travis looked around. Most of the other guys in the locker room had left, there were just a few stragglers besides us.

Trav suddenly got serious, which was weird for him. “Cut the shit man, why do you really wanna go?”’

I debated how much I should tell him. I mean, I don’t know if Justin wanted it to get out that we’d fucked. And I wasn’t sure about telling someone I’d fucked a guy. Then again, Trav wouldn’t tell anyone else and he was a gay guy, so maybe I could trust him?

“I don’t know man, seems fun.” I shrugged.

“Suuuuuure, Monty. You just so happen to want to go to the HOTTEST GAY CLUB in town! Are you inviting your friends Sean Cody and Corbin Fisher?” Travis joked.

“I don’t know those guys. Are they on another team?” I said, dumbfounded.

“Nevermind,” Travis rolled his eyes and laughed. Travis narrowed his eyes at me, then leaned in and whispered. “Seriously? Are you… looking to experiment?”

Little did Travis know that I had already done three experiments, and the results were conclusive: I liked Justin’s hand, mouth, and hole.

“Justin’s gonna be there,” was all I could say. Travis stared at me for a bit, his eyes widening for a split second.

“Okay… this is gonna be hilarious. I want a front row seat for this.”

“Fuck yes! I owe you, man. Gonna be lit.”

—

That night, Justin left with his friends and 10 minutes later Travis was at my door. Dude had a car, so he was picking me up to go to Finnegan’s.

I was still getting dressed when he showed up. I let him in, but I was only in my boxer shorts. We’d changed in front of each other in the locker room, so even though Travis was gay I wasn’t bothered at all.

Trav was in a black tank top and a pair of navy shorts. His tan skin on display, and the tanktop hugged his tight physique too. Dude looked good.

“I don’t know what to wear, man. I don’t wanna be out of place.”

“Why not? Do you wanna blend in? If you do, guys are gonna hit on you. Hell, they’ll probably hit on you no matter what you wear.”

My chest puffed up a bit at the compliment. But I didn’t want to impress other guys.

“I just thought, if we run into Justin, I don’t want him to be embarrassed by his straight roommate.”

Trav looked at me funny. “Right… straight…”

He clapped his hands together. “All right, I’m not a fashion guy, but just wear something that shows off your arms, wear a tighter pair of pants, you want to show off what you’re working with. Pretty sure dudes are gonna be drooling over you like a starving dog over a kielbasa. An extra large one.”

I looked down at my boxer-clad crotch. Even when I was completely soft I’d have a bulge going on. Travis was right. I mean, Justin liked my dick, so I should show it off a bit.

When I was ready to go, Travis drove us to the club. There wasn’t a long line, so we were in soon enough, but I hadn’t spotted Justin yet.

As soon as we were inside I looked around. I was taller than most guys, so I got a pretty good look around the club, but couldn’t see Justin yet.

“You wanna grab a drink at the bar?” Trav yelled into my ear.

I did another pass over. Still no Justin. “All right, sure!”

I joined Trav at the bar, and we ordered our beers. I couldn’t stop looking around like a fucking meerkat. Where the hell was Justin? He left before me, he should be here.

“What are you looking around for?” Trav asked.

“Trying to find Justin!” I replied.

Trav gave me another funny look. 

This place was a decent size, lots of bodies on the dance floor, so maybe Justin was dancing already. Maybe he was dancing with some guy. The lights were kinda dim, so it was hard to see.

“Come on, bro. Cut the shit. You crushing on Justin or what?” Travis pressed me.

“WHAT!? Dude, no! I’m straight!” I shot back.

“We’ve been teammates for a long time, Monty. You know I’d die for you, bro. That’s why I’m here, to help you out,” Travis put a supportive hand on my shoulder. “But don’t bullshit a bullshitter. I’ve seen you checking out my ass in the locker rooms before.”

“Justin is my best bro! And of course I’ve looked at your ass before, kinda hard not to when it takes up so much space!” I protested.

“Hey, I know I got a 16-wheeler dump truck, but don’t avoid the question!” Travis laughed.

I wasn’t avoiding the question. I just was too focused on finding Justin.

Where the fuck is he?!?

I was about to push my way into the crowd to try and find him when I felt somebody grab my arm. I turned quickly and saw Grace.

“Monty? What are you doing here?” she asked.

“What are you doing here, Grace? This is a gay club!”

She gave me another funny look. Like the same one Travis gave me.

“Yeah, Monty, it’s a gay club. I’m with some of my friends. So why are you here?” she said, a hint of accusation in her voice. Man, what was her deal?

“I’m here with my teammate! This is Travis,” I said, gesturing to Trav, who looked like he was sitting in the front row seat, grinning like he couldn’t hold in his laughter.

Grace immediately batted her eyes at Travis, who immediately looked like he wanted to run. Poor guy, I knew how much of a shark Grace could be.

“Sorry, girl, wrong team!” I laughed, trying to redirect her away from my bro.

Grace glared at me. “What about you Monty? You’re teammates, aren’t you?”

What the hell was her problem?

I was about to reply when I saw him. It was like somebody shone a spotlight on him, I could pick him out perfectly in the crowd. His golden curls shone as he danced.

“Monty!” I heard Grace yell, but I found myself walking automatically into the crowd, making my way towards Justin.

As I got closer, I saw that he changed his clothes. Instead of the shirt he was wearing before, he was in a lime green crop top that showed off his perfectly cut abs. And his shorts were way smaller than what he had on before, they barely stopped just under the bottom of his ass cheeks. Holy fuck, is that how Justin dresses when he goes out?

I was about to call out to him when I saw that he was dancing with someone. I recognized that guy right away. That fucking Mario the plumber guy from last week. What the fuck was he doing here?

I was behind Justin, so he didn’t notice me, but as soon as Mario and I made eye contact, his face paled. Justin stopped dancing for a second and looked over his shoulder. I was expecting  his face to light up, I mean, I was his best bro! But instead he looked confused, then annoyed.

“What the fuck, Monty? What are you doing here?”

“I came with my teammate, Travis!”

“Travis Lee?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

“Most of the gay athletes know each other.”

“Yeah, he said he wanted to check it out, but didn’t want to go alone!”

Justin rolled his eyes. He clearly saw through my obvious lie. He turned back around only to see that Mario had run off. Aw, did I scare the creep? Good riddance.

Justin sighed. “Alright, Monty, I’m here to dance and have fun. So if you’re just gonna cockblock me, AGAIN, all night, then fuck off!”

I could tell Justin’s annoyance was rising. I did feel bad, honestly. I thought it would be fun if we hung out at the club, I didn’t want to ruin Justin’s night. So, if he wanted to dance, we could dance.

Now, I was a big oaf. And I wasn’t the most graceful guy. But I made up for that with swagger and confidence. I didn’t really care how I looked, because let’s be honest, I could tell almost everyone in the club was eye fucking me already, and I caught plenty of guys staring at my bulge. Which seemed to have gotten a little bigger once I spotted Justin.

Just and I danced, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. The way he moved his hips, he wasn’t quite twerking, but each movement showed off his ass and the way it bounced as it gyrated. Holy fuck, my bulge was definitely getting bigger.

We were getting lost in the music, and I think Justin was forgetting I was here, because as we danced we got closer together. I didn’t want him to fall or anything, so I put my hand on his waist and pulled him in slightly closer. The way he moved his hips, how I could feel his fluid body through the palm on my hand, was incredible. Justin was so fucking sexy.

There was no denying the bulge I had now. I was as hard as I could be in these jeans, and Justin definitely noticed when it poked him. Instead of backing off, he leaned into it more, and the sweet friction of my jean bulge against his skin was driving me crazy.

Justin looked up at me and smirked. Such a sexy fucking smirk… fuck I wanted to bring him to his knees and shove my cock in between those pouty lips. My grip tightened on his hips, feeling every gyration of his body. I was painfully hard – the friction from my too-tight jeans against my erection was excruciating. Maybe I could take him to the bathroom, shove my cock down his throat. Bet he’d love that, my cock between his lips, he’d be deepthroating my cock, guzzling down my cum like the good little cockslut he is.

Justin noticed it right away, and while looking up at me he stroked my bulge with his fingers, up the entire length. Holy fuck, I was about to bust right in my jeans. I must have been panting hard like a dog. I saw Justin mouth the words ‘so fucking big’, and I grabbed him so hard I felt like I could break him.

Instead, Justin wiggled his body around so his back was towards me, and I could see his ass in all its glory. Those shorts were so tiny they were painted on, his globes encased in the thinnest material possible. They were semi-sheer, and I could see he had on a jock underneath, framing the round cheeks perfectly. Oh fuck, it’d be so easy to get into that pussy, nothing in the way.

I moaned out loud when Justin brought his ass back and pushed it into my crotch. My cock slid right between his cheeks, and his slightly wider stance made them part a little bit. I was going crazy – luckily the music was loud, so nobody noticed my grunts and groans as I held Justin’s hips and he ground his bubble butt into my tent.

“FUCK! Justin!!” I grunted as he looked over his shoulder at me.

Then Justin did this thing that nearly made me cream my pats. Dude leaned forward a little bit and did a popping motion with his hips. Soccer must make him pretty flexible. To my shock, Justin’s cakes jiggled, bounced, and fucking clapped as he ground his fat bubble butt into my crotch.

We danced like that, or really it was more like full on dry-humping. Pretty sure if my cock was out it would be buried in Justin’s pussy already, his bubble butt bouncing and clapping as I pounded him right in the middle of the dance floor, for everyone to see. Fuck, who knew my best bro was such a FREAK!!

The fucking jerk looked over at me again with a sultry look, grinning at me flirtatiously. Dude was putting on the charm. It was weird to be on the receiving end of it, to experience my best bro’s impressive seduction techniques. It was completely unnecessary, cuz I’m sure his giant cakes was enough to make any guy hard for him.

“Justin!!” I moaned again, almost as a warning cuz I was dangerously close to shooting my wad and making a sticky mess between our clothes. Justin must have known what was up, but to my surprise he reached back and gripped my hips, pulling me close to him.

I’m a big guy, and I could easily pull away from him, but I didn’t want to. The caveman part of my brain wanted to fucking bust and I couldn’t stop myself. I met Justin’s backward’s thrusts and if it weren’t for our clothes I would be screwing his tight hole right in the middle of the dance floor.

Then Justin released his grip on me. I whined like a fucking puppy, and my tent was fucking obscene, my big dick’s underside pressed painfully against my zipper, it was so long that the first couple of inches were outside of my waistband, almost reaching my belly button. I glanced around and there were at least a dozen guys staring at my crotch, obvious hunger in their eyes. And a few were staring daggers at Justin, their jealousy clear. I might have to watch his back.

The ego boost was a turn on. Knowing all these gay guys wanted to ride my horsecock. I reached for Justin, wanting to cover up so I wasn’t so exposed (by nestling my cock in between the canyon between his dummy thick cakes).
Before I could, Justin looped his fingers into his waistband and in one smooth motion, pulled his (slightly damp?) shorts over his round bubble, settling right below his ass cheeks. Each one was easily the size of a soccer ball, and now that they weren’t restricted by his shorts, they bounced and clapped even more. His perfect ass was framed only by a jockstrap, which meant there was no material covering his ass… or his hole.

He tossed me another sexy smirk, knowing he was teasing me, and I must have looked like a crazy person, animalistic. I didn’t see Justin, my best bro, in front of me. I saw a sexy little gay dude with the fattest ass I’ve ever seen, and I needed to fuck the life out of him, draining my balls up his tight little hole.

Grabbing Justin’s hips again, I thrust into his bare cheeks with all my might, enough force to knock the wind out of him. For once, Justin didn’t push back on me, he just let me take control and pound his fat ass on the dancefloor. We were giving the people a real show, but I didn’t fucking care.

There was barely any skin-to-skin contact, and my dick chafed a little inside my pants. I’m pretty sure unzipping and actually letting my cock out, literally fucking Justin on the dance floor, would get us banned. Or maybe gay dudes were freaks and wouldn’t bat an eye.

To my surprise, the more I thrust into Justin, the wetter my crotch became. Was it all sweat? It was welcome though, the feel of it was warm and the dampness helped relieve some of the chafing, making it all the more pleasurable for me.

Before long, I felt my balls tighten up. The sensation of dry humping my bro’s fat bubble was driving me closer to the edge. As I felt myself get closer to my nut, I picked up the pace, and I was pounding into Justin like I was tackling a training dummy.

Even though the music was deafening, I still heard sharp little yelps from Justin as I dominated his ass on the dance floor. I was losing it, and Justin looked back at me one last time. Instead of his usual confident, playful expression, this time he looked at me with puppy-dog eyes, all submissive. I didn’t hear him over the music, but I read his lips just fine.

“Take me, Monty.” 

And that was it, I pulled Justin tight against me and unloaded. Shot my nut right into my jeans, making them even more slippery. I was a fucking mess, and to my shock it looked like some of my cum had seeped through my jeans and gotten onto Justin’s ass, because it was shining and glittering under the club lights.

Justin grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd, who seemed to part like the fucking sea, almost in awe of our quasi-fuck on the dance floor.

After we broke through, I had enough sense to look for Travis, who to my shock was still at the bar and talking to Grant of all people. They both glanced over at us. Travis was slightly bewildered, but said “Nice!” with a wide grin, and Grant looked smug and triumphant. I wonder if those two were gonna hook up?

Grant had his phone in his hand, and waved it at us, showing some ride-share app. I guess that meant he ordered us a ride home. We stepped out of the club into the cool night air. Justin had pulled his shorts back up over his ass, much to my disappointment. He shivered a little in his skimpy clothes, so I huddled close to him, pulled him to me. My hands went automatically to grope and squeeze his ass, I couldn’t get enough of it.

Despite just spewing my jizz minutes ago, Not-So-Little Monty was starting to get excited again. Being around Justin like this was making me unbelievably horny.

Within minutes our ride pulled up, and since we had to sit I lost contact with his ass. Justin leaned against the window, which made me shift closer to him, but with one toned arm he held me at bay.

“Down, boy. Not until we get home,” he gave me a lighthearted warning.

I literally whimpered like a puppy again. Maybe I was just a big, dumb, horny dog for Justin.

The ride only took 10 minutes, and when we pulled up next to our apartment building, I grabbed Justin and practically hoisted him into my arms before the car had even fully stopped.

The driver laughed and said “Have fun, kids!” before pulling away.

“What the fuck, Monty!” Justin said in an annoyed tone but followed up with a laugh as I flipped him around and started carrying him bridal-style. The elevator was too slow, so I took the stairs two steps at a time to get to our apartment as soon as possible. I was strong enough that I did it all breathless, Justin was toned but lean enough that it wasn’t any struggle to carry him like that.

When we got to our door I realized I couldn’t open it, seeing both hands were occupied. Justin already had his keys out and opened the door. I entered, him still in my arms, kicked the door behind me, and went straight for my room.

I tossed him on the bed and started tugging off my clothes like a mad man. I’m pretty sure I heard my shirt rip. My jeans were sticky and I hissed as I peeled them off. But finally I was in my birthday suit. Justin laid on his back, lifted his legs up in the air, and pulled his shorts off. They dangled seductively on his ankle before he flicked them off.

I wanted to launch myself at Justin, but with his muscular leg he pressed against chest, holding me back.

“What do you think you’re doing Monty?” he teased.

“Gonna fuck you Justin,” I growled in response.

He gave me another sexy smirk. “Oh yeah? And what makes you think I’ll let you?”

What kind of question was that? I had already fucked him once, and I practically fucked him a half hour ago.

It dawned on me, a side of my best bro that I was seeing in a totally different light. Justin liked being in control. He liked teasing guys, and making them beg for it. It was all about being chased for him. My bro was a certified cocktease slut.

“Why do you wanna fuck my ass, Monty? I thought you were straight,” he said sarcastically.

I had no answer for him. Why did I wanna fuck his ass so badly? It was the perfect ass, honestly, and it deserved to get fucked. His hole felt better than any chick’s pussy.

But he was right. Justin was a dude, and I was straight.

“Yeah bro, I’m straight, so what?” I was getting annoyed. Why the 20 questions when we could just fuck?

It was like a switch had flipped. Justin’s expression instantly changed. One second he was teasing me, then next was a clear face full of disappointment. The mood had completely shifted.

“Well, I don’t fuck straight guys,” Justin said, resentment in his voice.

“The fuck you on about!? We fucked last week!!” Justin’s sudden change in attitude was getting on my nerves. I wanted to FUCK him and he was taking it too far. I wasn’t going to force him, but the mixed signals I was getting were fucking with my head.

“That was a one-time thing. Because you cockblocked me,” he said bitterly.

“Bro, why the fuck does it matter! I wanna fuck you!!”

“Yeah? Does a straight guy wanna fuck a gay guy this badly? Does a straight guy get jerked off, and blown, by his gay roommate. Does a straight get off from being ridden by a guy? Does a straight guy pursue his gay roommate to a gay club, cockblocking him AGAIN, and then nearly fuck him on the dance floor??” Justin was getting more and more worked up, his voice progressively louder.

What the fuck was going on? Why did he care so much? I mean, of course I was straight! I fucked chicks! Though I hadn’t fucked any in a while, not since Justin and I started messing around. And what’s wrong with wanting to spend a Friday night with your gay best bud? And what’s wrong with wanting to fuck a dude’s perfect soccer butt when you’re straight?

A tiny, tiny part of my brain planted a tiny, tiny seed of doubt. Because let’s be real, if one of my straight bros started fucking a guy regularly, I’d think he was at least bi or something.

“Come on Just, let me fuck you!! Even if I’m straight, I wanna fuck you” I begged. All this straight or gay talk or whatever was killing my mood.

“No.” Justin’s face was cloudy.

I stopped dead in my tracks. NO? NO? He just said no??

“You’re not fucking me tonight Monty, I said what I said. You probably think, a hole’s a hole, right? Or an ass is an ass. You probably would just imagine a chick while you’re fucking me. I’m not a replacement for a chick, man.”

That wasn’t true at all! I wouldn’t fuck just any dude’s ass.  I didn’t care about other dudes. I noticed when a guy like Travis had a big ass, sure, but I didn’t want to fuck Travis! And I wanted Justin’s ass more than I’ve ever wanted any chick’s.

“Bro, what the fuck do I have to do to convince you? Please!”

Justin paused and thought for a second. Then his face lit up wickedly with an idea.

“You know one thing a ‘straight’ guy would never do? Eat a dude’s ass.”

I reflexively scrunched up my face. Fucking an ass was one thing, but putting my mouth on one? I’d never even eaten a chick’s ass out before!

“If you wanna stick this ass, you need to lick this ass,” he teased.

Oh, haha, how long had he had that line cooked up?

“Fine bro! I’ll eat your ass, even though I’m straight!”

Once again, Justin frowned. What was his deal?

“Alright Monty, you can eat me out tonight, and if you do a good job I’ll let you fuck me later. Tonight is about me getting off, for once.”

I had to admit, this was fucking weird. But all my caution melted away when Justin flipped over onto his hands and knees, presenting his fat ass to me. He shifted his hips slightly, and his cheeks jiggled and clapped gently even though he was barely moving his hips.

My dick stuck straight out, and it jolted at the sight of Justin’s glorious ass. I know he wanted to slide right in between those cheeks and pound out my bro’s sweet jock pussy, but Justin said I wasn’t going to fuck him tonight.

‘Sorry buddy, there’s always next time…’

“Well, Monty? Are you gonna eat my pussy or are you a pussy?”

Oh Justin thought he was a comedian tonight, huh? Well, guess I could shut him up if I gave him the best ass eating of his life.

I’d never licked an ass before, but I’d say I’m a candidate for the pussy eating Hall of Fame. How different can it be?

I bent down and grabbed each of Justin’s perfect globes, still shocked at how hard it was to palm them despite me holding a football with ease. They were so soft and plush, I wondered briefly if I could use them as pillows.

“Monty, get your face in my ass and your tongue up my pussy. I’m getting impatient!” Justin said playfully. At least my bro wasn’t so irritated as before, but DAMN Justin was one bossy bottom!

As I spread his cheeks I got a full view of Justin’s pink little hole. This was the first time I had gotten a good look at it, and it was somehow even better than I expected. I haven’t seen a lot of assholes in my life, but Justin’s was just… pretty. It was tinged slightly pink, and instead of being a circle, it had an oval-like shape, almost like a slit. The ring wasn’t surrounded by wrinkly skin, it was all smooth, and the ring itself was a deeper pink. It didn’t look quite like a real pussy, but it was closer than I had thought it would be.

I’m not sure what I expected Justin’s ass to smell like, considering we had just danced in the club and he must have been sweaty. But to my surprise, only a sweet, enticing smell seemed to come from his hole. It was almost fruity… and it made my mouth water. What the hell? I heard once that guys sweat can smell different for some people, like it triggers something in the chemical part of our brains. Maybe that’s what Justin’s sweat was doing for me. Either way, I felt my jaw going slack. I never thought an asshole could actually taste delicious, but if this is what it smelt like.

And then, something happened that blew my mind. Justin let out a low moan, and his hole fluttered, opening slightly and quickly closing again. It did that a couple of times, then a tiny bead of… water (or sweat?) formed out of his hole and started to drip down his taint. What the hell was that? It looked like it came from inside Justin’s hole, but it wasn’t what you might expect. In fact, it looked clear, and it seemed to be the source of whatever the sweet smell was.

“Alright, fuck it!” I muttered, then brought my tongue to Justin’s taint and licked up the little bead of sweat.

I never really thought pussy tasted good. It was awesome to make a chick cream with my tongue, and it was fun, but I wouldn’t say I enjoyed the flavor of it. But with Justin, it was completely different. Somehow, his ass-sweat tasted fucking FANTASTIC, it was like a light, fruity flavor that wasn’t too strong or overpowering. It wasn’t sweet, it was almost like tasting a slight mist of some kind of tropical fruit.

I had no idea why my bro’s sweat tasted like that, but I wasn’t complaining. Once I lapped it up, I couldn’t stop. I wanted more. I found myself burying my tongue in Justin’s taint and swiping it up and down, trying to catch more droplets of that delicious sweat from my bro’s little pussy.

If I didn’t know any better, I might think that sweat was something like Justin’s pussy juice.

“Mmmm I can’t believe you’re doing it, Montyyyyy….” Justin moaned, his voice slightly muffled from the bed as he writhed around and pushed his ass back.

Fuck, I wanted to get more of that taste. I decided to send it, just lick right over his asshole, and Justin’s hole immediately responded by going slack, like it wanted to open up, accept me inside. It took barely any effort for the tip of my tongue to enter his hole slightly, tasting a little bit of his insides.

I don’t know what the fuck was going on, maybe I needed an anatomy lesson, but that tasty sweat or whatever was DEFINITELY coming from inside Justin’s hole!

“OH FUCKK BRO!” I moaned as I licked him deep, taking a deep whiff of his scent in at the same time. It filled my skull, making me lightheaded, woozy… but not in a bad way. In the way like how you get hungry after killing it in practice. The kind where your body is so hungry, your brain can’t process anything except it’s need for food.

Only instead of food, my body was telling me it wanted more of Justin’s pussy.
“MMMFFF!!” I moaned as I worked my tongue in, harder, getting more rough, really diving into his hole. As I licked and sucked and nibbled on my bro’s pink pussy, I couldn’t help but squeeze his cheeks hard, feel the way my fingers sank into his jiggly assfat.

As I licked him I jiggled his cheeks, and the feeling of his cakes clapping against the sides of my head as I dove tongue-first into his love tunnel was driving me wild. I felt like I was encased by those pillows, and Justin responded by gently popping his hips, ensuring that his cakes wouldn’t stop bouncing and allowing me to focus entirely on tonguing his yawning cock cavern.

“Ohhh, Monty, fuccck, how are you so damn…!!” Justin was going wild with the tongue-lashing I was giving him, which just encouraged me to go harder, deeper… I stuck my tongue out as much as I could, and tried to hold it there, flexing it like it was a muscle. Then I pressed the tip of it into Justin’s hole, and descended my tongue into his pussy like it was a tiny cock. As I got deeper, I wiggled it inside Justin, getting my first taste of my buddy’s sweet pink inner folds.

I was eating him like a fucking beast. For a while, I forgot that I was eating an asshole, I honestly thought I was eating pussy. The best tasting and sweetest little pussy I’ve ever had, but definitely a pussy. Funny enough, I never forgot I was eating my best bro. Something in my brain just reconciled my best bro, soccer jock Justin, with having an actual sweet-tasting pussy that I could eat all I wanted.

“Please, Monty, don’t stop!! I need it!!”

Knowing how wise it was to obey Justin if I wanted to get a chance to pound his cunt out, I kept up my pussy eating performance, devouring him like my life depended on it. I drove my tongue into him, flicking it against his inner cuntwalls, sucking on his lips like I was making out with his pussy. I had to adjust my technique a little bit, but soon enough I was alternating between licking and kissing, feeling his pussy lips press against mine as I worked my tongue into my best bro’s sweet gash.

Justin was babbling like a madman, totally losing it as I ate him like I had never ate before, not even a chick. I ate him like I was legit auditioning for a spot in the Pussy Eating Hall of Fame, and goddamn I was the frontrunner.

I had never seen Justin respond like this during sex, dude was writhing, popping his ass back, at one point I wasn’t going deep enough for him so he reached back, grabbed my hair, and shoved my face deeper in between his beautiful bouncy globes.

My bro’s breathing got shallower, his body shaking, he was getting close I knew it. Something told me that my bro was gonna cum just from me eating him out. Which was pretty surprising, I didn’t think it was possible, but I figured maybe he was grinding his hard cock against the bed as I greedily gobbled up his tasty pussy juice.

“MONTY!! I’M SQUIRTING!!” Justin screamed, grabbing my hair and holding me firmly in place as his body began to shake. He was surprisingly strong, and I couldn’t pull away, even if I wanted to… which I definitely didn’t.

And then something insane happened.

I don’t know what was going on. I must have imagined it. I was so lost in the idea that Justin had an actual pussy, maybe I got too deep into the fantasy. Because when Justin started convulsing like he was cumming, like his whole body was being rocked by an epic orgasm, I swear a huge amount of that sweet, tasty pussy juice came GUSHING out of his pussy.

I just went with it, and gulped it down like I’d been stranded in a desert, drinking his sweet pussy nectar, loving the refreshing flavor. I felt like such a fucking stud, I made my bro fucking SQUIRT with just my tongue.

I don’t know what it was. But as I stood up, proud and accomplished over what I’d done, more of that pussy juice dripping down my chin and chest, some of it getting on my dick. I wiped off my chin and covered my hand in it. It was lube… like the lube Justin had used when we had sex. Maybe he had gotten prepared before going to the club. No… something wasn’t adding up…

Still, I hadn’t cum yet. I could contemplate my knowledge of gay biology later. Instead, I wrapped my slippery hand around my shaft and started pumping, slick sounds filling the room.

“Yeah… Monty…. Fuck Monty, do it… glaze my cheeks, bro… cover me in your cum, fucking BLAST ME!” My bro moaned, still out of breath, coming down from his post-nut haze.

And then my bro started popping his booty like the way he had at the club, only now I could see clearly just how much his cheeks jiggle and rippled with force every time he made them clap. Within a few strokes, I felt my balls tighten.

I threw my head back and busted an enormous load, just fucking sprayed my bro like a firehose, shot after shot of my boiling hot bro juice glazing my bro like a fucking donut, or basting him like a turkey, or I don’t know man my cum went all over him.

I was shocked at how much I was shooting. Some of it shot over, getting in his blond hair, dripping down the back of his neck, I covered his back, and then finally every inch of the surface of my bro’s perfect bouncy bubble butt was covered in a thin sheen of my white jizz.

I collapsed then, right on top of Justin, not caring that I was getting cum all in my hairy torso. That was an amazing orgasm, and from the way Justin curled against me I knew he had enjoyed it.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Justin.” I whispered into my bro’s ear, and he let out a sweet sigh of contentment.

He shifted underneath me, and we readjusted positions so I was spooning on the side, my cock nestled in between his cheeks, my sweaty chest against his cummy back. We’d never cuddled before, not like this, but Justin just fit me perfectly. Why hadn’t we cuddled like this sooner! Man, bros should cuddle on the time.

“Next time you’re definitely getting rewarded for that…” Justin said softly, as I took a whiff of his hair, his conditioner had a slightly beachy scent, different from the whatever that had come out of his pussy.

I hummed happily as we drifted off. Tonight was a good night. Not only did I get to show Justin how much of a stud I was, I ate my first bro pussy, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I could tell this was the start of something with my best bro.

When I think back, I wonder how my big mouth and a few drinks got me into my current situation.  It all started one Friday Night when I visited a gay bar in the Big City.   I was dressed in tight rubber for a night that I would never forget.  I thought that I looked great.  I also felt incredible.  I ran into a nice looking gregarious person my age.  We had a few beers together and got to know each other.  He told me that he was looking for a live in submissive. He was looking for a commitment of at least one year.  This is when my loose tongue got me into trouble.

I was invited to his house for the weekend of fun and play.  I had nothing else planned and I traveled to the bar by public transit.  I went with him by way of his car, a beautiful Maserati.  I was tired and because of having a few beers(and more), I fell asleep during the trip.  After driving what I think was an hour into the countryside, we left the highway and entered a dirt road to his house.  We arrived at his house deep in the woods and entered his beautiful estate.  The estate was beautiful with a large house and many adjacent buildings. He told me that he lived there alone.

I said that I didn’t realize he was so wealthy.  It seemed that he inherited old money and lived there alone.  He was also highly educated in the medical profession.  We entered the mansion and went to a spacious living room.  There we had a few hard drinks and unwound from the trip.  He talked some more about his need for a live in slave.  In me he felt he had a candidate for a submissive.  He was interested in my fetishes and desires. My loose tongue spilled my desires, even my secrets thoughts were made known to him. I found out that he worked his life in the medical field.  He had a dental practice in the big city.  He was retired for a few years.  I told him that I was retired also and not being married or attached that I had nothing special to go home to. I owned a modest home with very little property.  Once in a while the bills would have to be collected and paid.  Some of the bills were autopay and my income was even deposited.

We were really both unattached and bored of the life that we lived. We talked about our sexual fantasies and our dominant/submissive complimentary behaviors.  It seemed that I was an unattached submissive and he was a dominant person.  He proposed that we should develop some type of relationship based on our preferences.  He said that he always wanted a GIMP toy to do whatever sexual fantasy he wanted to use the GIMP for.  He proposed that I become his GIMP for at least one year.  He insisted on total control and modification of the GIMP.  I was unwilling to go for changes that couldn’t be undone.  He said that would be acceptable.

Buzzed from all the drinks I was ready to sign up for a year of adventure.  He agreed to my conditions that I would not be changed permanently and that I would be his rubber GIMP for at least one year after he completed the final GIMP transformation.  He stated that I would be suited completely in a rubber suit 24 hours a day and that he would have complete control over my life style with him.  He said that as an object I would be used by him anyway that he wanted.  I said OK and we agreed to start in the morning.  I signed an agreement that he was my guardian and that I gave him permission to modify me as long as the changes were reversible.  We had a few more drinks undressed and went to bed together.  I fell asleep in less than five minutes in his arms.

The next morning I awoke and found that I was groggy and unable to move.  Don’t worry this is temporary and will wear off at the appropriate time.  I found myself on a clean medical table. I don’t remember getting there.  He quickly removed what ever clothes that I was still wearing. He stated that his toy would be covered head to foot in a rubber suit, skin.  He ordered that I wouldn’t wear clothes for the next year.  He proceeded to pull out a hair clipper without any guard and started to denude my legs of all its hair.  He then lifted my legs and denuded the back sides of my legs.  In no time the legs were hairless and then he went to work on my pubes.  They were cleaned.  He turned me over and completed my ass carefully cleaning my butt crack and then my back. He turned me over and completed my abdomen, chest, pits and arms.  My body from the neck down was completely stubble. He stopped for a rest and then proceeded to cut his hair into a short mohawk. He then dressed in rubber shorts.  He looked great. He was in great shape for his age. 

He then sat me up. Next he studied me and smiled. I think that it’s time to remove your identity.  The clippers were directed to my head.  He said you know that my vision for my GIMP is a complete rubber hairless toy.  You will be completely hairless.  This is also a necessity because I have a special skin agent that will adhere the rubber suit to your skin, temporarily allowing the skin to breathe through the synthetic rubber skin.  You will look like you are made of rubber. He placed the clippers on my head and then cleaned my head of all hair which also included that I had no eye brows or lashes, all gone.  Off came my eyebrows and then my eye lashes.  He put the clippers down to rest.  You really look like an object.  Now there was nothing that I could do.  I was partially his rubber GIMP already.  None of my friends would be able to recognize me.  I was stuck there unable to move helpless to change my fate, besides I signed the agreement the night before.

I intend to use an adhesive on the suit so that the rubber becomes a second skin.  It will be part of you until your contract is fulfilled and I use a solvent to releases the rubber.  I will only use the special solvent to release the rubber when I agree you fulfilled your agreement and I return you to your previous life.  I will have to clean your body of the stubble.  I have a depilatory that will clear the stubble for at least a year.  First I will clean your body with the depilatory.   He proceeded in spraying the front side of my body with the spray.  He left it on for one hour, then cleaned  the stubble off and then flipped me and sprayed the backside.  One more hour and then he wiped the stuff off. The hair remover had the desired effect and left my skin smoother than a baby’s skin ready for the second rubber skin.

Now for your head.  I will place these eye cups in your eye sockets as protectors and spray the depilatory.  The cups only covered the eyes.  The stubble from the eyebrows was covered with the spray along with the head and beard.  After an hour the eye protection sockets were removed.  He looked at my body and head now completely hairless from its stubble, completely smooth.  Now your features will be hidden by the second skin. This skin will eventually have multiple layers of a tough synthetic rubber I developed for a friend for burns.  

I intend to store you in a chamber while I sleep.  When you are sealed in rubber, the chamber will give you the proper nutrients and rid your body of all wastes. I will have to modify your cock, ass and mouth without making permanent changes as I promised. I will keep you awake for the genital changes that I will make.  You should really be aroused from those changes.  You will for the period be in permanent chastity, no erection, no sperm.  

A GIMP is without sex so I will have to form a pouch to hold your testes and cock.  You will not be able to perform sex without my assistance.  I will fashion a mound to hold your cock and testes against the body.  In the mound I will place a penis tube that will go from the mound surface, through the piss slit into the urethra.  That mound will be glued to the pelvis area.  All your equipment will be packaged away giving you an appearance of being a sexless droid.  The suit with complete the final appearance by covering everything.

Next I will place a plug up your ass so that you have an outlet to cleanse out your colon.  This will have a large plug so I may fuck your ass as much as I want.  At night I will initiate a slow, easy cleansing of the colon for two or three cycles to clean the ass of all wastes.  Enjoy your thoughts, this modification will take place tomorrow.  Remember that all is reversible, as promised.

He finished the evening by taking body measurements.  These measurements were carefully done and recorded. I was still unable to move. He brought me some fluids.  He assured me that he would take very good care of his rubber toy. Now I was completely denuded of all hair, partially a GIMP in process and unable to move.

The next morning he woke me up and entered the room with a tray and several devices.  I was laying there on the lab table completely hairless.  He said that already he liked the improvements that he made.  I looked more and more like an object, a toy.  He came forward to me with a mound that looked almost like a jock cup, except smaller and solid with a slit on the outside..   He cleaned the hairless pubic area with a solvent.  He proceeded to push a tube down my piss slit. There was not much room for the balls and penis.  He placed glue on the bottom of the mound and then firmly pressed the mound in place. He sealed the mound by placing putty around the mound and then smoothed everything out.  He let everything dry for 2 hours.  When done, the mound adhered firmly to the groin area.  For all, the area looked like my cock and balls were gone. By then I was able to look down and saw a mounded, sexless submissive toy. 

After 2 hours he turned me on my face and produced a hollow butt plug.  He used a solvent to clean the anal hole both inside and out.  He place some putty on the outside of the hollow plug and then pushed it in and snap, the anal cavity grabbed the plug.  He allowed this to dry for 2 hours. I now had a hollow tube installed in my ass hole.  He left for lunch and came back after lunch.  He brought me some fluids.

He now brought out a thin synthetic rubber suit.  He placed some solvent on my smooth legs and proceeded to place my feet in the suit.  He started with the feet and fit the slippery skin up my legs.  The feet had separate toes which he easily slid into the feet.  The solvent was slippery.  He brought the suit’s legs up my smooth legs and over my abdomen.  The suit had one opening in the front for the mound piss slit, which he lined up over the piss tube hole.  He lined the spaces for the ass hole in the rear.  He glued the piss tube onto the rubber mound and caped the piss slit.  The butt plug in the back of the suit was also sealed to the second skin.  He made sure that everything was smoothed out and then continued pressing on the suit until the skin(suit) did not move.

He placed the same solvent all over my back and stomach and pulled the suit on through the neck down to my abdomen.  He paced my fingers into the built in gloves and smoothed the suit from the arms to the shoulders. He continued smoothing the suit till the skin did not move.  He took the top and bottom of the suit and cemented them together.  From the neck down to the toes I was a complete mass of rubber.  Even my hands were covered in a solid mass of rubber fingers.

It was now evening.  He then said that I am ready to try out the sleeping chamber and to get you some nourishment.  He gave me an injection and I soon I was able to move with some assistance.

He helped me out of the room to another room.  In that room was a chamber waiting for me.  The chamber had a stool with a hollow plug in the middle of the seat that was made of rubber.  He told me that the seat would enter my anal plug and the plug in the seat would go into the suit’s anal cavity and seal for the nightly procedure that would be my existence at least for the next year.  The ass was sealed into the seat’s plug, it was now ready to clean of all anal waste.  The seat will inject warm meditated soapy water up your ass to the proper level to clean the intestines.  The solution will stay there for an hour and be flushed out to be be repeated one or two more cycles during the evening.  Your wastes are now controlled by me and my chamber.   The procedure is all automated.

He backed me into the chamber and a step up placed me on the anal orifice.  The seat was adjusted to be comfortable. He then pulled a tube out of the floor of the chamber and hooked it to the front mound. He said that once you are hooked up to the tube you would be able to  pass your piss.  The piss tube otherwise is sealed only to be open in the chamber by your master.  The final step of transformation to a GIMP will be completed tomorrow.  I will now hook you up to a tube to receive nourishment via your mouth.  There is extra nourishment tonight because you did not eat for several days.  He gave me the tube in the mouth and I hungrily drank down the food.  Suddenly I was sucking on some sort of milk pastie shake.  Unknown to me the fluid was laced with sedatives and I quickly fell asleep.

He left, I pissed a few times and then I felt the enema.  The temperature of the enema was comfortable and entered me till it filled me to the top of my intestines.  An hour seemed forever and the solution went somewhere.  Then the cycle repeated itself two more times.  I fell asleep.  No sooner had I dozed off he returned and greeted me as his rubber toy.  Was it morning already?

Today will be the modifications to your head.  These modifications will make you unrecognizable.   I am going to put you out for this because these modifications include some dental work. You told me that a you have some caps so I am going to remove the caps and save them if after a year you want to revert back to yourself.  He gave me no explanation of what he planned for me. I felt a jab and out I went.

Unknowingly to me he came in with a silver tray of dental trays and an O ring.  He removed and saved my dental caps.  Next he placed dental trays in place and made impressions.  He attached the O ring and some soft material to the O ring. He cemented the items in place and waited a few minutes.  He retrieved a skin tight hood with a space for the O Ring and openings for the nostrils and eyes..  He place the same solvents on my skin and head and then slid the hood over my face.  He smoothed everything out and waited two hours.  He cemented the hood to the top short neck.  He made sure everything was trimmed and cemented to the dental device.  He placed tubes up the nose.  After his modifications I became an object with no resemblance to my original self.  He waited another few hours and woke me up.

When I awoke I found out that my head was completely covered in a second rubber skin and that I was unable to move my mouth.  He told me that he placed an O port to my mouth.  The mouth was now perfect for him to fuck whenever he wanted.  The O port would be used at night for nourishment.  Now the amount that I was fed would be monitored to be the right amount to maintain my well being.  Any medications or sedatives would be administered in the nourishment.  I would not be able to talk clearly, only with half grunts.  It was strange to have your mouth partially opened, unable to chew. He still was not finished for the night.

He took me to another room, the paint booth.  He said that I needed to be properly sealed and  that each day for the next ten days I would be sprayed and the spray would be cured with another liquid for rubber strength.  He next stood me on a rubber anal plug, covered my eyes, covered my O ring with a plug and placed hoses up my nose.  After a few minutes a mist came out and covered me spraying from all directions.  This mist lasted 5 minutes.  When the paint (rubber) was drying I could feel a slight compression.  There would be no spaces between the layered skin.  The rubber was left to dry. Then I was sprayed with a curative agent to strengthen the rubber.  The new skin was perfectly seamless and glistened in the low light. After an hour I was dry and taken to the sleep chamber. I was hooked up to the sleep chamber, anal plug and piss plug.  Then I was hooked up to a tube through the O ring to feed me the necessary nutrients.  The nourishment entered my mouth at a very slow pace.  Now all that remained was a figure with no recognizable features.  For all practical purposes I was an object, master’s object drone.  At night I was cleaned several times.  From the sedatives in the nourishment, I fell asleep quickly.

I was allowed to sleep till 9AM.  He disconnected me from the sleep chamber and took me to the living room.  There was an anal plug pedestal waiting for me.  He had similar pedestals placed throughout the house. I was placed upon it and told several rules.

 All the plugs are the master’s property.  They will only be opened by master for whatever reason he wishes.  Violations will be punished.  Punishments are open to the original rules which were a complete fog to me.
2.   You will follow my commands immediately.  With the sedatives and mind altering drugs I  would be compliant.
3.   One year period will start as soon as you are processed completely.  30 layers cured       rubber.
4.   Master may add time as punishment. (This is the rule that would come back to haunt me.)

I was then taken to the paint booth for the 1st of 3 layers of rubber for the day.  I was place on the anal plug and then sprayed.  After a while the curative agent was sprayed.  After an hour I was taken to an indoctrination room to harden and shown films to improve my GIMP performance. These videos would condition my mind to accept the changes and improve my performance as a rubber sex slave.

This was to be repeated for one afternoon session and one evening session for the additional 9 days. After 10 days, I would be shown my GIMP appearance that I signed up for a minimum of 1 year, on good behavior.

Ten days passed.  Each day I was shown films to improve my GIMP behavior.  I was awakened and examined on the 11th day..  Master took me to a room of mirrors and showed me his work. I looked in the mirrors and saw a rubber GIMP.  This GIMP was a completely seamless rubber object.  I knew that it was me.  I felt like a rubber GIMP.  A GIMP was my reflection.  It was no longer me but master’s toy.  Maybe it was the indoctrination films but I was ready to serve.  I wanted nothing else.

Master took me and had me kneel before him.  He opened my O Ring and his cock entered my mouth.  He began fucking my face. I enjoyed every thrust he gave my face.  He exploded in my mouth.  What delicious cream!  He then continued by pissing in my mouth filling me up.  He quickly plugged the O Ring.   Then he said piss would be one of the punishments; he would use me as a urinal if I failed him.  He turned me around and opened my anal plug.  He continued fucking me until he exploded up my ass.  Then he pissed up my ass and sealed the plug shut.  He said that I would have to wait till evening to get cleaned.

This has been the GIMP’s existence for several months.  I have no calendar to know how long I’ve been a rubber gimp toy for my master.  Several time periods were added to my contract for failure to give master complete satisfaction.  I have no desire to escape.  Where would I go?  Master had the solvent that would release the suit sealed to my skin.  Without the release chemical I would remain a rubber GIMP object.

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I would like to try an experiment.  I would like members to write daily experiences that they would like to see done to the rubber drone-toy.  I am asking that you send a chapter size story to:  [email protected], Subject: STORY.  Then with your permission if I approve of your submission and you give permission, I will ad your chapter to the story giving you credit for the submission.  I thank you in advance for your submission.

In the taxi ride back to the hotel, my pussy was aching for more attention and I was still high, my body felt like it was floating in air.

i made it back to the hotel room and immediately stripped down to my jock and shoved some fingers up my ass to dull the craving it desperately cried for.

i logged onto every hook up site on which I had a profile and hoped for the best. It was nearly noon so I liked my chances. 

Sure enough, I met Hector, 47, 5’9, full beard, hairy bear, with a fat uncut cock and as he indicated extra large hands that were made for pig faggots like me. I told him I’d been partying all night and he was down to continue and had some supplies to bring along. I asked him to bring some lube, too.

Hector had been working on his yard all morning. He showed up in a yellow tank top, blue loose shorts and flip flops. The outline of his cock showed nicely in those mesh shorts. He smelled so musky and manly. I asked him to lift his arms up and I took deep whiffs and used my tongue to slather up his stink. I was wild with desire when Hector worked first one, then three of his fat fingers up my ass. 

I pulled down his shorts and gave him a sloppy blow job, taking all of his inches down easily, lathering his meat up so I could ride it. I encouraged Hector to sit on the chair as I mounted him, my back to his chest and rode like a stallion as he called me a pussy boy and how much he loved to use piggy faggots like me.

Hector asked me to grab his backpack so I reached over and passed it back to him while still implanted on his dick. He wrestled around back there while I was lost in my own bubble and when the needle hit my vein I was surprised but the rush really took over and once again I was floating away, far away. Hector pushed my back so I was bent over and he shoved one of his fists up my ass with his cock still inside me. He punched me and I was blubbering and bubbles of spit dripped out of my mouth. It was wonderous. 

Hector pushed me off of him and threw me onto the bed. He had a big tub of elbow grease and while I was ass up, face down, he brought the chair over to the bed and began to jab me with one fist and then the other. Then he kept one fist down to the elbow and opened me with the other closed palm. He began punching my pussy out and I cried out in high pitched tones. Hector said I was his bitch, his cunt faggot, that I was born to open my pussy for real men to use, etc. he was also high and his inhibitions were set free and he spoke his mind.

i let him use my asshole anyway he liked while I submitted my pussy to him. It was slack, no give, no respect, it opened like a tunnel for two forearms to reach into my ditich down to the elbows.

Hector finally stopped only for us to blow some clouds and get me on my back. One pillow behind my head and other under my waist. Hector pushed down on my thighs with all his weight and my rosebud exposed. Hector punched me hard while I wailed in pleasure and shot my nut onto my abs. And my body convulsed.

Hector took a break while I sucked his cock and he said he needed to piss. We went to the bathroom and I sat on the toilet and opened my mouth. Hectors stream began to flow and I swallowed every drop. Some dripped down my beard onto my chest but I was fine with that. It felt warm and welcome on my tingling skin. 

hector had me bend over the sink and he fucked me with his hard dick and his his fist for several minutes before we were back in bed and I was back on all fours for another round. Hector was a boxer in his youth and he took my cunt to a new level of punches in rapid succession that I’d never experienced before. Then there was even more double punching.

Hector was at his time limit before his husband was due home so he turned me on my back and fucked me missionary until he bred me completely. 

Once Hector left me, my hole was beginning to close and it was time to call it a day. I fell asleep very, very happy and satisfied.