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One would think just two days after a good and long dick down an asshole would be worn out, wouldn’t one? Well, not this ass. This ass was craving something wild. Of course, blowing clouds that night might have enhanced the craving a great bit. I trolled the usual fetish sites in the hopes of filling my desires. Just when I thought I’d be using my toys on my own that night, I got lucky.

Jim, I’ll call him, was built like a brick house. Younger than myself by 15 years. His profile read 6’1”; 220 lbs., 36” waist, 8” cut dick, large hands, and said something about “FFtopping is his passion and exploring holes is his gift”. His pic showed only a developed and mostly smooth torso. I was sold! 

Turns out Jim was in a parTy mood as well, after all, who else is wide awake and ready to play at nearly 2:30 in the morning? I invited him over and awaited his arrival. I’d had a large butt plug up my ass when he arrived. I buzzed him in and we gave each other a once over before we began to play. I was in a red jock, cock cage stuffed away, butt plugged, barefoot. Jim had a handsome look about him. Shaggy brown hair, a few days of beard scruff, dark brown eyes, already dilated. He dropped his shorts and pulled off his t-shirt and I was for sure admiring his physique. He definitely hit the gym a few days a week.

Jim walked toward me and we hugged. He reached behind me and felt the plug up my bum and said, I love piggy bottoms, so much fun.” 

We walked back to the bedroom and he laid down next to me as we smoked more clouds, taking turns blowing smoke into each other’s mouths. Jim, embodying by the chemicals, rolled on top of me and I felt all his weight as we made out. His hand reached for the plug and without warning he yanked it out. I almost bit his tongue right off!

I’d prepared and administered a small booty bump for myself and 45 minutes before Jim’s arrival, so I was good and ready to get things started. Jim found the jar of Elbow Grease. I put my gas mask on and felt Jim’s closed fist push inside me,, easily going right to his wrist. I didn’t keep the mask on too long as the night was just beginning, but I was good and heady and cried out for more.

”Punch my pussy, please! Give it to me!”

”You are a fucking pig! Fuck that’s hot!”

Jim lubed his right hand up to his elbow and went back up inside me. The effects from the gas mask hadn’t dissipated, I held my ankles back and propped my ass up on a pillow. My hole quivered with excitement as Jim showed me his full closed fist before taking it to my swollen ass lips and pushing right back inside. Once past the wrist, I felt Jim’s thick hairy forearm proceed in my rectum, almost 3/4 to the elbow. I took a hit of poppers, threw my hands up over my head, and the rush was wild as Jim jackhammered his forearm inside me, ending the series with a full fisted blow out of my cunt. I was singing like a prepubescent choir boy, hitting octaves I hadn’t achieved since 5th grade. I was flying high as a kite. Jim moved onto the bed, hugged my legs with his left hand and held them high while he continued to annihilate my innards. Our eyes locked and I nodded in approval, indicating just how much I was enjoying this.

Jim pulled metal handcuffs from his bag and locked my wrists to my bedpost. He fed me poppers and coated his hands with grease. My ankles now over his shoulders as his right hand slipped inside. He stared into my eyes and we took deep breaths together as the fingers of his left hand creeped inside. When his four fingers wedged in he began to move them up and down in circular fashion, it felt so good, really, I was floating away and my body and mind were lost in a fantastical haze. My ass lips were so loose and wet, my hole relaxed as I was in a deep trip and like a magical fairy, Jim’s second hand was inside me, and I now had both his fists exploring my cunt hole.

”I’m all in! Fuck man, you’re cunt is amazing!”

Jim began to move his left fist up and back over his right one which was planted in there. Once again, I lost my mind, humming in high octaves like Mariah Carey and I began to piss myself. Piss soaked my red jock and dribbled down my stomach onto the rubber sheet under me. Jim punched into me now with full force, I saw flashes of light every time he re-entered me. My wrists flailing helplessly, wishing I could hit the poppers. 

Him had me cuffed for a good hour. He stopped once to smoke and brought the pipe to my lips. I took the smoke into my lungs and surrendered myself to the chemicals, laying slack like a crash test dummy. Jim unlatched the cuffs momentarily and then brought out a second set. Each wrist and ankle were now cuffed. Jim put a pillow under my ass, let me inhale the gas mask, then he hit the poppers and balled both hands into one giant fist. Jim slowly pushed the wrecking ball into me, my eyes grew wild. Jim locked his forearms together and really rearranged my guts, this time drilling deeper, practically to the elbow. Full forearm pounding now. No doubt had I not taken that bump there’s no way I could have been doing this.

i noticed Jim really working up a sweat. I know topping is a workout and can be exhausting if you’re not used to long sessions. I’ve worn out many fisting tops in my day.

When Jim removed the cuffs he gave me time to get the circulation flowing in my limbs. I got us both some Gatorade knowing we needed to refuel our electrolytes.  I made sure Jim was still ok and we agreed the next hit off the pipe would be our last because we were both pretty fucked up.

Jim had me bend over the side of the bed so my ass was just at the edge. He sat in the carpet and my ass was almost at eye level. I hit the poppers when Jim’s right fist popped back inside, and in this position, Jim very slowly, inch by inch creeped deeper inside me. I kept hitting the brown bottle every few minutes, my hole opening and more of his arm crept in. No rush, Jim was now just reaching the elbow. He took to his knees now for better leverage. He lubed up his elbow, I hugged deeply, Jim pushed ever so slowly and my cunt swallowed Jim’s elbow. He was very, very deep, at least 18-20 inches if we were measuring,  

Jim began to massage my back and my ass with his free hand. I rode the intense wave and hit the bottle again, allowing Jim’s arm to move beyond the elbow. We were approaching the bicep now. I could feel the muscle stretching me out. It wasn’t uncomfortable at all, it was the opposite. My tunnel was sucking it up like a sleeve. 

“Want more? I’m in deep buddy?

”oohhh yes, please. I want it all in. Go further! Now, I’m sure I babbled something to that effect because I don’t think I was coherently forming words, but Jim got the message. Once again he coated his upper bicep up to his shoulder. I remembered I’d put a bottle of Max Impact and a rag on the bed. I sprayed some and breathed deeply on those chemicals and in seconds I had the most beautiful, euphoria full my body, Jim took advantage, gripped my waist and gave me the last few inches. I was filled with his entire arm! It took nearly an hour to get us there, but we did it. I took another hit of the wet poppers on the cloth and I began to ride Jim’s fist and arm, arching my back and raising my ass up high, Jim pulled several inches out and forcefully pushed right back in to the shoulder. I was pissing again all over the mattress and carpet.  As Jim’s movements became longer and harder, my body went into convulsions, I tensed and the piss was followed by a cum chaser!

Jim slowly pulled his arm out of my ass. We agreed I’d probably had enough fist for the time being. We were high. I told Jim to stay with me for a few hours so we can get some rest. He spooned me, I felt his manhood hardening against my ass. I reached behind me and took him inside. He said my hole was like an oven, but very slick and loose. It didn’t take long for Jim to fill my ass with his cum. It dribbled out because I had no give. We both fell asleep for a few hours. 

The sun was up and shiny brightly around noon. I felt like a truck ran me over and couldn’t move. Jim found some energy, got dressed and called an Uber. I stayed in bed for the rest of the day. It was well worth it!

John gets pushed down on a desk, naked and someone lifts his legs up.

John gets pulled down, he looks up and squeezes his eyes, biting his teeth and starts to grunt and growl how he starts to be fucked.

Several minutes earlier,

John walks on the pier, looking at his message from a unknown number:

Meet me at the pier, I have information about Sonny Corinthos to put him behind bars. Come alone!

John waits for the messenger, he looks on his watch for the time. He’s already waiting twenty minutes but no one is there.

Just when John passes a door, ready to leave he gets pulled inside.

While it’s dark in the warehouse, the person who holds John from behind has his arms around John and strips the FBI-agent from his clothes.

The blazer, the shirt, the pants and the underwear get roughly pulled from John, revealing the agent his masculine physique body.

“Who are you, let me go!” John demands.

No word is said by the person only to bend John over the desk that’s in the room.

“What are you going to do?” John questions.

The person slaps against John’s ass to shut him up.

“Sonny, is it you?” John asks.

There is no answer and the person lubes his finger to lube John’s hole.

“Oh God!” John says shocked, feeling his rosebud being lubed and touched.

Then John grunts, feeling a finger getting inside his hole that starts to finger fuck him.

John tries to resist but the person is too strong, pushing John everytime back down on the table.

With each struggle John gets rougher finger fucked, making sweat appear on John’s forhead to take the rough finger fucking.

John feels another finger being added, making it two fingers finger fucking him, causing to grab hold of the edge of the desk to take his finger fucking.

While John grunts and growls, the person speeds the finger fucking up, sawing those two fingers up inside that hole, making John’s hole more open.

The person stops and steps away.

When John wants to turn around his hands get grabbed.

Sonny stands in front of John.

“Sonny? But who?” He is confused who finger fucked him.

The person behind John strips himself down and strokes his big hard dick.

“You thought you could fuck Michael and taunt me like that huh? Well now it’s time you get fucked and I watch to taunt you, Jagger!”

“I fucking hate you!” John says angry.

John gets then grabbed by the person whose face is still in the shadow.

Pushed on the desk, pulled down and legs lifted up, spreaded the person entered John.

“Fuck, who are you?” John asks.

The person leans in and his face comes out of the shadow…

John his mouth drops open out of shock to see the person whose fucking him.

“Jason?” John says shocked.

Jason grins and keeps fucking John hard and deep.

“Jason is going to fuck you so hard, he will make you see stars!” Sonny taunts John.

Deep hard thrusts are given, making John’s hole stretch further open to the size of Jason’s big dick.

“I had to watch you fuck my boy, now I’m going to watch how Jason is going to fuck you!” Sonny explains.

“OH FUCK!” John shouts.

“That’s right, you’re going to be fucked, hard and deep!” Sonny teases.

While Sonny takes a seat next to the desk, he watches how John gets fucked hard by Jason.

“Jason, this has nothing to do with you, you don’t have to do this.” John pleads with Jason.

Jason hangs over John and puts his hand on John’s throat. “Shut up you bitch, you fucked my nephew and filmed it, it has everything to do with me!”

“Make him a fuck bitch Jason! Just like he made Michael.” Sonny orders.

John looks at the evil grin on Sonny’s face and then looks at Jason hovering over him, fucking him hard and deep.

Jason’s dick pumping inside John, hitting his prostate over and over again.

The cause of Jason’s dick hitting his prostate causes John to become rock hard.

John’s body starts to get sweaty, taking that thick hard dick of Jason.

“Don’t think it will be easy for you, Jason will keep pounding you hard.” Sonny says.

“Fuck you Sonny!” John says angry.

Jason grabs John by his chin. “No, you’re the one being fucked!”

“Make it hurt Jason, hurt that bastard!” Sonny says.

Jason stares at John without any emotions, just fucking the man like it’s a job he’s always doing.

Sonny grins, seeing how John is unease to the fucking from Jason.

“You probably never thought you would be punished like this huh?”

John looks at Jason. “I hate you!”

“Good, I hate you too. So now that’s solved, keep taking the deep hard thrusts from Jason!”

Sweat drips from Jason’s body from the rough pounding he’s giving to the hunky FBI-agent.

Jason grunts and sweat drips off him while he violently thrusts inside John’s ass.

“That fucking ass is mine now!” Jason claims and wraps his arms underneath John.

To John’s surprise Jason lifts him off from the desk and presses him against the wall.

Jason pumps his dick up inside John’s ass while John has to hold himself to the big henchman of Sonny that’s fucking him.

Sonny grins, seeing how John is forced to wrap his arms and legs around Jason to hold on to take the thrusting.

John moans loudly.

Jason shows non emotion of pleasure, he just does his job.

“How’s that Jagger, to be fucked by a man who doesn’t feel anything for you?” Sonny taunts.

John looks over Jason’s shoulder towards Sonny who sits on his chair laughing at him.

Jason brings his mouth to John’s ear. “You fucked Michael, now I fuck you!” He whispers.

Chills run over John’s spine, hearing Jason say that.

“You don’t have to do this, this is just something between me and Sonny.” John says.

Jason suddenly takes John from the wall and makes John go on the floor on his hands and knees.

John looks over his shoulder, seeing Jason getting behind him.

Jason brings his dick back at John’s ass and roughly thrusts it back inside the hunky agent.

“Fucking take your punishment!” Jason says.

John turns back forward and suddenly sees Sonny sitting in front of him, he looks up and notices the big smile Sonny has on his face as he gets punished by Jason.

“That’s right Jason, fuck him like a dog. Make him your bitch dog and fuck his ass hard.” Sonny says, looking at Jason.

A glimpse of a grin on Jason’s face appears towards Sonny as agreement.

Sonny gets pleasure in seeing John fucked like this.

John’s big hard dick is dangling between his legs.

Jason grabs hold of John’s dick. “So you thought you could use this thing to fuck my nephew huh, now you can use it by cumming for me while I fuck you!”

John moans, feeling the deep hard thrusts against his prostate and how Jason starts to stroke his dick.

Sonny winks at Jason.

Jason beats that dick of John hard in his fist.

John’s moans echo through the warehouse, hearing how the FBI-agent gets close in cumming.

Then when John is close to cum Jason stops.

“FUUUUCK, shit, why did you do that?”

Sonny leans forward to grab John by his chin. “I say when you cum, no one else!”

Jason slaps hard against John’s ass. “Beg for it doggy!”

John looks up at Sonny, he can’t believe it but before he realizes it he speaks the words. “Please Sonny, make me cum.”

“Louder bitch!” Jason says, slapping John again at his ass.

“PLEASE LET ME CUM!” John screams.

Jason looks at Sonny if he’s okay with it.

Sonny nods yes and Jason grabs hold of John’s dick to stroke it again.

Jason feels he’s close too so he’s happy Sonny nodded for the okay.

John moans loudly, feeling himself getting close again, he hopes this time he’s cumming.

Sonny grabs John by his chin. “Look at me while you cum!”

John keeps staring at Sonny while Jason pumps his dick and fucks his ass.

Then John cums, feeling all that pleasure while he has to look into Sonny’s eyes.

“FUUUUCCKKK!!” John moans.

Jason grunts and gives a few more thrusts and then cums inside John, filling the hunky FBI-agent.

When finished Jason gets his dick out and John drops on the floor.

“Now you know how to be fucked like a bitch!” Jason says.

Sonny gets next to John, grabbing him by his hair. “If you ever touch Michael again or breathe a word about what happened I know to find you and then this will be worse.”

Sonny walks away, followed by a dressed Jason.

John sits up on the floor, looking at his clothes shattered all over the floor and him being all dirty. He doesn’t know if he should be angry or enjoy the satisfaction he felt from being fucked by Jason Morgan.

It all started back in High School. 

After going to my public HS for my entire life, my parents thought it would be best for me to receive a more well rounded education at a Catholic HS. I agreed since I really didn’t care for my public HS and always thought why not try something new. And something new about me I found. 

The private school was known for basketball and was actively recruiting the best players in the area. My first day of school, I was in awe of the height, the muscles and the dark skin of the black basketball players. Watching them walking into school, walking down the hallways and seeing them compete in sports made my tiny dick jump with excitement. My town was very white so this was the first time I ever really interacted with black people. I never knew that I was so attracted to black men until now. 

Four years at the HS, I acted straight. Always keeping my feelings to myself. Had a couple girlfriends. It was ok but did not make me cum as much as watching a tiny blonde cheerleader get opened but my a big black cock. I would watch that at night in my bed while rubbing myself and cumming over and over again. I would watch the sexy tall black guys in my school walk the halls with their white girlfriends just wishing I was them. I played sports and always wore a jockstrap that would make my ass look flattering so maybe they would like what they saw. This is how I found out I was for sure a bottom  

I continued to hold this secret in for a while. During my 4 years of high school, I also found out I loved wearing panties, thongs, and womens lingerie. Wearing a sexy lingerie set with my tiny dick in the panties, rubbing myself on my bed while watching interracial porn was my favorite nightly activity. 

I finally turned 18 and discovered Grindr. I would take pictures of my fat white cheeks and send them to older men with big black cocks. I would drive them crazy, they would videochat me and dirty talk with me. They really really wanted me. They were really really attracted to me. I never knew that black guys would actually be interested in me. This was a nice feeling that I enjoyed nightly. However, I never met with one of these guys. I was close once, but always stayed a virgin. I was still scared with my parents and admitting that I was into gay interracial porn. Admitting that I wanted to get fucked by a big BBC stud. 

Fast forward to that August after graduating. I just moved into my college dorm room outside of Charlotte, NC. My parents had left and I was quickly making friends. Acting like the straight sporty frat guy I was in HS. I had a roommate but luckily he was never there and moved out two weeks after move in to live with his friend. Which gave me a single room all to myself. I was getting hard just thinking about it. The first couple weeks there I had started a new secret Grindr account. Talking to some guys in the area but nothing serious. Until one day, Terrell sent me his first message to me. 

“Hey” from 🍆 4 🍑 26

It was very romantic. I replied back saying “hey whats up”. He had no info on his profile so I didn’t know anything about him. We chatted for a little. I told him I was a bottom, I was going to school down here. That was I just curious and looking around (more like I wanted to get fucked)

He was very nice to me as we continued to talk. He said he was a top, dominant. Liked getting sucked and pounding fat ass. He then followed up with “I love having a young white boy with a fat ass sucking on my bbc.” I appreciated his bluntness truthfully, and it made me instantly hard. Right then I thought, this could be the one. 

I then immediately took some provactive pictures of my ass in all positions. I was 5’10, average build, completely smooth with a big fat ass. I always had a fat ass, even if I wasn’t working out. Which was good for me because black guys always loved it lol. 

He loved the pictures and quickly sent a picture of his 9” bbc. It wasn’t the biggest one Ive seen but it looked so tasty, and honestly he seemed like a really nice guy. We shared face pics, he was so hot and he was very complementary of me. Especially my blonde hair and blue eyes. I complemented him on his big muscles and sexy dark features. We chatted for a little longer before I was interrupted by some friends wanting to get some homework done. I told him Ill talk to him during the week. He was clearly disappointed saying “Ill talk to you soon sexy, I cant wait to bend over that fat white ass”. That made me hard instantly. 

A couple days go by, we kept missing each other on the app. With my new private room, I took the liberty of ordering some sexy panties and lingerie I had in my amazon cart. Once they came I was locked in my room for 24 hours trying them on, taking pictures to send to sexy guys and making me cum so much along the way.

Finally one Sunday, he hits me up when I was on. He was talking about how much he missed me. How he wanted me so badly, how he was jerking his big cock to my pictures. Thankfully he loved the fact I enjoyed wearing panties and thongs. That turned him on even more. I slipped into a red victoria secret thong and videochatted him. He was stroking his big cock, dirty talking to me until I finally exploded cum out of my tiny dick. He loved it and laughed calling me his little slut. Truthfully, I was becoming his little white fat assed slut. 

15 minutes later, after I clean myself off. He messages me again. Saying he wants me to come over to his apartment. Im nervous tbh, Ive never met this guy. Hes 8 years older than me, its my first month in a new place. And I didnt even have a car to get there. He agreed to pick me up and reluctantly after a lot of thought I agreed. I was so nervous as I was pulling on my cute little red thong. My ass looked amazing in the mirror, I bent over thinking “damn I do really need to get fucked”. I slipped on a schoolgirl skirt I purchased. I always loved them, dreaming I was a schoolgirl back in my high school dating a big black athlete. Letting him lift my skirt and pound my beautiful pink pussy. Now I was super horny. I throw on sweats and a shirt to cover my slutty clothes underneath. 

He picks me up outside of the gate, I see him sitting in his blue BMW. Holy fuck he looked so hot, exactly like the pictures. He was tall (6’2), muscular with big biceps, with dark features that made me even hornier. I was leaking cum into my panties at this point. I get in the car, he touches my thigh. We greet each other and he gives me a kiss on the cheek. We head back to his place, probably 15 minutes. I was still pretty nervous but still rock hard. He even noticed my small dick was hard, gave me a quick smile. We got out of the car and went to his apartment. He opened it up, it was really nice. He must of had a good job. The minute we get in, he lets me in and locks the door. He turns around and gives me an embrace. Saying how sexy I am, I was just saying “thanks” and “you too”. He slowly started moving his hands down to my ass. I didnt stop him, I wanted him to grab my cheeks. I start feeling his muscles, his 6 pack and muscular chest. It was so hot. He finally leans in and kisses me. It was like nothing I have ever felt before. In that moments, I was all his. I would done whatever for him after that kiss. We make out for a little. He takes my hand and moves it down to his crotch. Nervously I start to feel around, then I finally get a feel. His BBC was already rock hard. It made me horny thinking how horny he was to fuck me. At this point, Im not as much nervous but excited. I take his cock out and start stroking him. The feeling of holding a big black cock in my hands for the first time was amazing. I was instantly hooked. It made me so horny seeing how excited it made him, hearing him moan. We stop kissing. He looks me up and down, smacks my ass then takes my clothes off. Finally seeing how I dressed so sexy for him. He asks me the question Ive been waiting for…

“Do you want to suck daddy’s big black cock?”

I couldn’t have said yes fast enough. I was on my knees, stroking his cock with my hand. And then i opened my tongue up, and took a nice lick of the head of his cock. Tasting his precum and hearing him moan. I start slowly putting his cock into my mouth, eventually deeper as his dick is getting so wet from my spit. He could not of been any harder, hes driving his big cock down my throat. I hear him moaning so much. He then stops, tells me “you are going to have to work for that load”. Honestly I was disappointed he didnt cum in my mouth after watching all the porn of bbcs cumming in blonde girls mouths. 

Anyway, we continued. He took the rest of his clothes off and took me into the bedroom. He told me to get on the bed. I did as I was told. He wanted me bent over in doggy style for him. I happily agreed. He starts rubbing my fat white ass. Commenting on how much he loves it and how much he wants to fuck me. He starts licking my tight hole. Instantly im moaning so loud, my dick twitches. It was the best feeling of my life. He was so good at it too. He was getting my hole nice and wet for him. Eventually he was over it. He made me turn around and suck his bbc again, which I happily did. Getting him hard and wet. Then finally it happened. He pushed his big black cock slowly into my hole. It for sure hurt at first but I was committed. He was finally all the way in, he started speeding up the thrusts. Once I relaxed it felt way better, and then it felt amazing. I was moaning so loud, loving getting fucked by a big bbc. He saw how much I was enjoying myself. He told me to cum in my panties, I only had to rub myself twice before I came everywhere. He loved me cumming while he was inside his little fat assed white boy. He was pounding my cheeks, turning them red. Smacking me as he continued to pound me bent over for him. He was playing with my red thong and shirt that was still on me. He loved fucking his phat ass white boy in a schoolgirl skirt. 5 minutes in he pulled out and came all over my face. I loved getting his thick hot load all over me. He loved looking into my blue eyes while cumming.

We relaxed for 15 minutes, chatting and laughing after getting cleaned up. We actually were getting along great, I started liking Terrell. He was so handsome, hot and great to talk too. He offered to drive me home but I wanted to hangout still. He loved that. We had a couple beers and ended up back in bed, where he fucked me missionary with so much romance involved. It was sooo hot. I slept over that night, having to wake up at 4 am because Terrell wanted to pound my fat ass again. I would of let him do it 20 times if he wanted. We agreed to stay in touch and he dropped me off at college. It was an amazing first time, and I knew this wasnt going to be the end of Terrell and I. 

First off, let me say that I have enjoyed reading many of your stories. I love reading true stories about unexpected encounters that have had a lasting impact. Now, I want to share another college sexcapade that occurred during my sophomore year of college back in 1984. As per the usual disclaimer, all participants were over the age of 18.

I attended a small state college in Georgia and enjoyed being away from my hometown and reveled in the freedom that college life offered. During spring orientation a few of my friends/dormmates wanted to attend Fraternity Rush Week. I wasn’t a frat guy, but since I knew my way around campus, I offered to show everyone around and go through the motions.

Not surprisingly, each house was a typical cliché’. We had the “Animal House” version along with one that was known for its “Jock” brotherhood while another was snobbish and filled with wealthy members that looked down on everyone.

 I had a good time as did my friends. During the week, I kept being drawn back to a particular fraternity. Everyone seemed genuinely interested in meeting me and there was no high-pressure sales pitch. What ultimately shocked my family and friends is that I ended up pledging to the fraternity. I can’t say the name, for obvious reasons, but I ended up diving into the deep end of the ocean.

At the end of the semester, my pledge group was groomed for initiation. Most of it was a lot of mindless bullshit, but there was nothing too terrible to tolerate. When “Hell Week” finally arrived, I felt that I was ready. I knew the chapter history fairly well and was pretty much prepared. Little did I know how much psychological programming had gone on in the weeks prior.

For instance, repeatedly I was asked who the worst or slackest brother was. I never had an answer, because I hadn’t really thought about it and at the same time hadn’t wanted to piss anyone off. I was promptly given an answer: Blake.

Blake was a short, stocky guy. Average looks – not muscular per se, and not flabby. He was just a solid dude and was one of the star athletes in the brotherhood.

During my initiation process, the question again was posed: “Who is the slackest brother?”. Without hesitation, my programming kicked in and I responded Blake. That single instant broke me emotionally. Once the entire rite of passage concluded, I was led to a car and placed in the back seat where I broke down sobbing surprisingly loudly.

“I’m sorry Blake. I didn’t mean it”. I repeated over and over. After a few minutes the car door opened and someone at next to me. It was Blake.

“It’s alright” he said as he pulled me closer into a bit of an awkward embrace. He did everything he could to console me and eventually I calmed down. Thankfully he wasn’t pissed at me. It had all been a part of the game.

Fast forward to fall semester and Fall Rush. We had a large pledge class and celebrated with a cookout at a member’s house. I had caught a ride with one of the brothers, but he decided to bug out early. Blake was going to drive some pledges home and said that I could ride with him back to campus if I wanted. I agreed.

As the party began to wind down around 10pm, Blake asked if we were all ready to leave. We all piled into his car and after dropping the pledges off at their dorms, Blake shocked the hell out of me. He said that he wanted to ask me something, but that I had to swear a brotherhood oath not to tell anyone.

Of course, I agreed, but wasn’t remotely prepared for what he had on his mind.

“Would you like to go somewhere and suck each other’s dicks?”

I froze. Was this some sort of test? This guy could rip me in half if he wanted and I guess he sensed my discomfort.

“Ever since that night in the car during initiation, I have been thinking about how hot your dick bulge looked in our jeans.”

I exhaled and looked over at him while he drove. The seriousness mixed with longing in his eyes disarmed me.

I nodded “Yes”, and he smiled. He was relived as well.

We drove to what was called “The other side of the tracks” because there was a railroad track that you had to drive over to get to the industrial part of town.  Ironically, this was home to the area’s only gay bar.

There were some secluded areas nearby and we pulled into a random spot that had an asphalt pad. He left the high beams on, and we stood in front of his car. He undid my pants and pulled out my cock, which was rock hard. Blake bent over and start sucking me. I wish that I could say that it felt good, but honestly, I could tell he hadn’t given many blow jobs because there was little suction and lots of teeth. Eventually he pulled off and then slid his basketball shorts down and presented a healthy 7+” cock. I eagerly went to my knees and started teasing the tip of his dick with my tongue. I cupped his low-hanging balls in one hand and then took the entire length of his manhood deep into my throat.

Blake gasped and stood on his tiptoes. “Damn, that feels good.” He steadied himself by placing a hand on the hood of his car while he watched me service his cock. After a few minutes, we noticed more and more cars driving by in the distance. They were likely headed to the bar for the second drag show of the night.

We both started getting a bit paranoid and Blake pulled his shorts up and asked if I would like to go his apartment. I agreed.

Once there, we stripped and got into his bed. We kissed a little, but it was odd – mainly like he was going through the motions. It’s hard to explain. He asked me if I had been with many men, and I told him that I had sucked of quite a few guys but had only been fucked a few times.

He asked if he could fuck me and of course I said yes. He reached into his nightstand and retrieved a condom and some lube. He rolled the condom onto his engorged cock and then positioned me onto my side facing away from him. A moment later I felt him press a lubed finger against my eager hole. His digit slipped in easily and almost immediately was withdrawn only to be replaced by two. He spread the lube into my anus and then applied a liberal amount to the condom. The anticipation of feeling his stiff cock penetrating me was intoxicating.

I felt the tip of his cock pressing at my backdoor, and slowly he slipped it all the way in. I pushed my ass back onto his dick until he was balls deep. I gasped at the pleasure of having my fraternity brother’s cock inside of me.

Blake wasted no time in picking up the pace. He fucked me hard, and I was loving it. He grabbed me by my shoulders so that he could more easily plow that thick cock into me. After a bit, I repositioned myself so that I was straddling him and riding his love stick for all it was worth. He met my force with equal intensity and after a good 10-15 minutes of intense fucking, Blake said that he was going to cum. I continued to ride his dick while I pulled my cock to the same temp. As Blake climaxed, I shot several ropes of cum onto his chest and one spurt landed on his face.

I collapsed on top of Blake and stayed a moment before rolling onto my side and catching my breath. There was no post-coital chat. The deed was done, and I could tell that once he busted a nut Blake was ready for me to leave. We cleaned ourselves off and he drove me to my dorm. We exchanged pleasantries, promising to never say another word about what had just happened.

Things proceeded as normal in the days to follow. There was no awkwardness at the frat house or social events. After a while, I just stored the episode into my growing list of sexual memories.

However, an interesting byproduct of our fuck session spilled over into an encounter with a mutual friend and classmate. I had been tutoring Michael and a few other people for our advanced Biology class. I had been fortunate enough to have studied college prep courses during my junior and senior years in high school, and this made my first 2 years of college classes seem like a review.

After hitting the books for a while and each reciting the flow of blood into, through and out of the heart among other things that were likely going to be on the exam, Michael and I decided to take a break. I was fortunate to have a private dorm room that semester. The person assigned to share the space with me never showed, so I enjoyed the space to myself.

Michael seemed to have something on his mind, and after a few awkward minutes he said Blake had talked about him fucking me. I froze. I was really shocked and had a moment of terror shoot through me. So much for brotherhood oaths and never telling anyone about our encounter.

 Michael moved from the desk where he was sitting and joined me on the edge of my bed. He went on to tell me that hearing about me getting fucked by Blake had turned him on. They had been fuck-buddies for a while, but he had secretly been admiring me. I had suspected that Michael was gay, but back then, I would never have dared to pursue anything, even though I did find myself attracted to him.

Michael was a handsome man with dark brown hair and a slightly muscular physique. He was very preppy and usually dressed in Izod shirts, khaki pants and penny loafers.

I was speechless for a moment but didn’t deny what had transpired between myself and Blake. I was further surprised and filled with apprehension when Michael told me about what little pillow talk Blake and I had during our fuck session. At some point I made mention about a dildo that I had, never expecting for my frat bro to violate our oath. I could feel my ears starting to burn as I became angry over the betrayal.

Michael scooted closer and started to kiss me. I resisted at first but ultimately decided “to hell with it” and parted my lips to return the kiss with passion. We started groping each other through our clothes and Michael finally said, “I want to see you fuck yourself with the dildo”.

In for a penny – in for a pound. There was a built-in dresser in my closet. I retrieved the dildo from its hiding place along with a box of condoms and some lube. When I turned around, I was pleasantly surprised to see that Michael had started undressing.

I stripped and moved to the spare bed on the opposite side of the room. I removed the sex toy from its box and presented it to Michael. The dildo wasn’t huge – probably in the 7” range with a flared cockhead and thick veins running down the length. Michael whistled and said “Nice”. He dropped his boxers to reveal a thick patch of dark pubes and a thick hard dick that was slightly bigger than the artificial cock that I held in my hands. I reached over and gave his dick a couple of tugs before leaning over to take it into my mouth. It was even better than I could have imagined. Michael had obviously showered and made himself presentable prior to arriving for our study session.

Michael pulled me off his cock, not wanting to cum too quickly and encouraged me to pleasure myself with my little friend. We were both getting into it, so I rolled a condom onto the dildo (easier for cleaning later) before applying lube to my asshole followed by the sex toy. I propped up against the headrest of the bed, bent my knees and spread my legs wide in order give Mike the perfect view. He started to slowly masturbate while he watched me place the dildo to the entrance of my anus. I slowly pushed it in, little by little, getting used to its girth. Mike continued stroking his cock, mesmerized by my actions.

I massaged the dildo in and out of my hole, twisting it slightly to maximize my pleasure. I was able to be very vocal since there was no one else around. Mike responded with moans of his own. I like to pinch my tits slightly when I’m getting fucked and did so while I pleasured myself.

Shortly after I started really getting into things and riding the toy, Mike stepped forward and positioned himself onto the bed to present his big cock to me. I took it to the hilt in one gulp as I continued to fuck myself with the dildo.

“Blake was right. You are a great cocksucker.”

After a few minutes like this Michael pulled out of my mouth and leaned down to start licking and sucking my cock. It felt so good, and he was much better than Blake had been at giving head, no teeth and the right amount of suction.

Sensing that I was close to climaxing, Michael removed my cock from his mouth and moved closer to watch me piston the dildo in and out of my ass. He removed my hand from the base of the toy and started to move it in and out himself. I gasped and lost myself to the pleasure. He was getting into it, and I was surprised when I felt him slip one and then two fingers into my asshole next to the dildo. This was one of the pivotal moments when I realized how much I like having my sphincter stretched. Bliss!

Finally, Michael pulled the dildo from my ass and plunged his thick cock into my eager hole in one stroke. We were both giving into passion and the heat of the moment. He thrust himself deep into me and leaned closer to kiss me. I took his tongue into my mouth as I clenched my anus around Michael’s glorious cock. I remember reaching down and spreading my ass cheeks apart to give him even more access to go deeper. Little by little, I managed to press my fingers inside of the rim of my anus while he fucked me like there was no tomorrow. Obviously, he was way more experienced and talented than Blake had been.

“I’m cumming!” he moaned and shot his load deep inside of me. My own cock spasmed and I unloaded my own spunk onto my chest and belly without touching myself. This was one of the few times that I ever barebacked but had no regrets. The feeling of his hot load inside of me was intoxicating. Michael pulled out and massaged the tip of his dick to get the remaining few drops of cum from inside. He presented the drops to my mouth, which I gobbled up greedily and sucked on his fingers briefly.

We were both spent and laid on the bed to collect ourselves. Mike got dressed and told me how much he had enjoyed our session. He especially seemed transfixed on the dildo. I replaced it into its box and handed it to him.

His mouth dropped open.

“Take it. It’s yours.” I kissed him again. “I won’t be needing it anymore.”

He smiled and placed the sex toy into his backpack. I walked him to the door and gave him one final kiss before he left.

That was our only encounter, but damn, I’m thankful that Blake wasn’t able to keep a secret.

For my 38th birthday my wife got me a two hours massage from our local franchised massage place. This place is an up and up place that is not know for sex. I arrived for my two hour appointment and meet my massage Adam. I could not help but notice how attractive and fit Adam was. He was also very young. He was only 19 years old. 

I got to my room and undressed. I placed the towel over my naked ass and laid down. A minute later Adam came in and ask me a few question about any troubled areas. He then said he would make me feel brand new again.  The massage started and about 15 minutes into it he got to my hip and ass area. I felt some movement in my cock. I had never gotten hard during a massage before nor been with a guy. I was getting a little confused on why my cock was now fully hard and sticking out of my left hip. I was so afraid his hand was going to touch it. He was massaging my right side right where my dick was if he was in that side. I tried to think it down but it was too late. He change to my other side it only took a minute before his hand went under the towel and my secret was no more. He apologized and I said no worries it is my fault. I told him I was sorry and that I had never gotten hard during a massage. He said not to worry. He then started with some personal questions about me and how long I had been married. He then brushed my cock several times. 
As I laid there with my weight pressing on my cock it felt like I was going to cum. Adam knew I was hard and I could not and did not want it to go down. I was horny and proud of my 8” cock. He touch it again this time I lifted up a little to he him access to see what he would do. I was so excited I had never been with a man but I wanted this more than anything. He took the bate and grab it. He said, we have an hour and a half to go. If we don’t do something to give you release that I would not enjoy the massage. He asked me if I wanted release. I told him yes and he said turn over. As soon as I turned over he bent over and started sucking my cock. I came within two minutes filling his mouth with what felt like my biggest cum shot ever. He took every drop. I was a little upset he did not comment on how big my cock was but I was ok since I knew it was big.

The massage started back and about 15 minutes into it my cock started getting hard again. I said something about it and he said turn over. This time when I turned over he pulled his cock out and put it on my face. His cock was bigger than mine. It was huge! I took his cock in my mouth and started sucking it. After about five minutes he told me to turn back over on my side. I did and he put his tongue in my ass. He lick it for a while followed by oiling it up and fingering me. I was scared to death but knew  was about to take his cock. He took his time and finally positioned the head perfectly on my opening. It took a minute or two before he got the whole 9” in but once in the hurt went away. He started slowly fucking me. Them he increased the speed. He had to be careful with noise so he put his hand over my mouth and started fucking me super hard. The slapping of his body was getting noisy and I just knew everyone there could hear him fucking me. Every motion he made was driving his body against mine and I could take it anymore. I could feel myself cumming without him or me touching my cock. A minute later I could fill him filling my ass with cum. This was the best sex of my life. I was in love with cock. Especially Adam’s cock. We still had almost an hour so the massage continued.  As I laid there I felt cheated that I had not got to taste cum. About 30 minutes later I felt his cock rub up against my hand. It was hard again. I wanted to suck it until he came in mouth but it had been in my ass. Fuck there goes my cock getting hard again. I took his cock out of his pants and started sucking it. I decided not to stop until he came. After about 5 minutes he said bend over and he started fucking me again. I told him not to cum in my ass again that I wanted to taste it. When he got ready to cum he pulled out and hurried his cock to my mouth where he shot his load. I swallowed every single drop. Adam and me fucked at least once a month for the next two years. He even spent the night with me when my wife went out of town. He is the only guy to ever cum in my ass.

He never felt the need to set an alarm, David was a natural early riser and would get up at 5 am for his daily jog. Today, like the days before his abduction he awoke at 5 am, only today he woke up on the cold concrete, his muscles sore from yesterday’s episode of stress positioning during his cleaning. Trying to figure out which was worse the pain he felt on buttocks from the caning, or the metal plug that has been stretching him out overnight. David realized it was neither as his cock stirred awake, unable to stretch out of the cage he looked down and saw precum gathering on his bedsheet. It was one thing to be abducted and tortured, but it was another to deprive him of his manhood. Almost betraying him, his cock pulsed a massive drop of precum onto the sheet, David took a deep breath and try to relax and prepare for whatever torture his masters had in mind.

*flick*

A bright light switched on, nearly blinding David as he took refuge under his sheet. His eyes began to adjust and recognized Boy, not from his outfit but just from sheer size. Today Boy was dressed in some type of latex dog mask, still his eyes completely visible and devoid of light, a harness that encased his bodybuilder physique, an all black jockstrap which contained his oversized cock. Boy was easily in his late 40’s to early 50’s, David turning just 40 this year left a small age gap between the two. David was taken back by how sexy Boy appeared today, his fetish gear accented his sculpted body well, plus his massive cock was making David’s mouth water. David realizing his thoughts snapped back to reality that he was straight and that his tormentors were not to be idolized.

“Time to move slave, the day is starting” Boy began to untie the leash from the pole and motioned David to get up.

Still groggy but fearing another punishment David got up and was ready to move when Boy finished undoing the final knot. Boy proceeded to take David upstairs which was directly connected to the kitchen. The kitchen was pristine, beautiful and modern it was a like walking through a showcase with how put together everything was

“Master is resting now, but we must work to prepare the day for him.” Boy said as he undid the leash from David’s collar. “I will show you the routine, so you can perform this yourself.”

“Yes sir,” David nodded.

“But first,” Boy reached around and pulled the plug out from David’s ass, David letting a small yelp escape him as his intruder was removed.

Boy stepped away to put the plug away and returned one twice in size, “Present yourself,” Boy instructed.

David took a breath and bent over the kitchen counter and felt the plug invade his hole, this plug felt different. It was much softer but in addition to the larger girth it had a larger neck which felt like a different kind of stretch. Boy slapped his ass and instructed David to face him, Boy added nipple clamps and a classic white bike jockstrap to complete the outfit. David using the window as a mirror of sorts, saw his beaten and bruised ass contrasted by the purity of the white jockstrap, the only bulge in the pouch was taken by balls in which a small wet stain was already beginning to form. Boy showed David all of the morning chores like preparing Master’s meal, ironing and laying his clothes out, sorting his medications, and warming his shower. David was getting lost in the routine, but found this doable. Every minute that went by David’s tits ached more gravity pulling the clamps down.Master awoke just as the shower was ready, Boy and David were kneeling at his bedside and before Master could stand up.

“Good morning Master, it is my pleasure to serve you today” Boy said while kissing Master’s feet

David repeated this mantra and followed by kissing Master’s feet.

Master reached out for Boy, swiping at the air a couple times before Boy guided his hand to his head.

“Good boy, you are training him well” Master sounded almost sweetly petting Boy’s head, surely this was not the same man from 12 hours ago who happily tortured David.

It was then that it clicked, that Master was blind. Boy was not just his muscle but also his eyes. Master walked to shower for the day and get dressed while Boy and David went to the kitchen to plate breakfast. A plate was set at the head of the table for Master, and Boy instructed David to kneel at the foot of the table till he was summoned, while boy stood at attention waiting for Master to arrive. Master now dressed in a pair of dark navy slacks, white button down shirt, matching suit jacket, and a hypnotic red tie dangled from his neckline. David transfixed on to the tie, his mind forgetting about the constant pain surging from his nipples and workout his hold was getting from the new plug.

Breaking the trance Master called out “Slave come,” 

David sheepishly arose from the foot, wiping the drool from his face , “I am present, Master.”

“Good, now Boy start by removing his plug.” Master instructed as he began to cut into his meal.

Boy in a swift motion removed the plug causing David’s to jump from the sudden release, his hole felt like it was being pulled out and quivering. With the large plug now removed David moaned, a sound he has never uttered before. Master chuckled, continuing to eat without missing a beat. David was this morning’s entertainment.

“Prepare the Slave on the latter half of the table Boy,” Master instructed

“Yes, Master.” Boy grabbed David by the collar and pushed him onto the table. David’s now gaping asshole facing Master front and center. His flexibility showcased with Boys ropework. Essentially spread eagle  David ankles were secured on the table legs closest to his head while his arms were tied forward, the now quivering gaped hole on full display mere inches from the plate of food Master was enjoying. For extra fun Boy replaced the current nipple clamps with alligator clamps connecting each nipple to his Big toe, any movement causing a jolt of pain.

David, already red in the face, was trying to focus on his breathing to keep him calm and keep his body still to prevent any further exacerbation of pain. 

“The slave is now in  standard position on latter half of the table.” Boy said now standing behind Master, admiring the rope work and predicament the Slave was in.

“Boy, that took longer than usual, we will address the consequences tonight.” Master said, now throwing his napkin on the empty plate in front of him. “Clean this table and bring the tool box.”

“Apologies Master.” Boy bowed his head and removed the plate. He headed to another room in the house to fetch the tool box.

While away, the Master took the time to address the slave 1:1. 

“Slave, are you finding the accommodations suitable for your needs?” Master running his hand up David’s thigh up to foot and giving a slight tickle.

David flinched at the touch, producing a sharp pain to his nipples.

“Please Master, release me I cannot live like this, let me go and I will do anything please.” David pleaded, hoping to appeal to the Man now fondling his pecs.

Master neutral expression became a scowl in a second. 

“You think I have not provided the adequate accommodations for a slave like you, you ungrateful scum. I will show you pain today so you can understand my generosity that was offered.” Master said reaching towards David’s hole and planting a firm slap on the gape.

David yelped but remained still. Boy arrived at the kitchen with a large tool box in hand, resting the box near Master.

“Boy, bring additional ropes, and the hardware collection. It appears this slave was not properly disciplined last night as he does not appreciate the  accommodations provided. Clearly my discipline on you wasn’t enough Boy, but tonight you will learn again.” Master said with disappointment

“Yes, Master. I apologize for this slave’s shortcomings, and I am grateful to receive Master’s punishment to improve Slave.” Slave bowed his head and left the room to the additional supplies.

The heavy door creaked open, and the sound of footsteps echoed off the stone walls of the room where Max lay strapped to the bench. His heart pounded, expecting Theo and Nikos to return with their cruel commands, but the air was different this time—heavier. As the footsteps approached, Max strained to lift his head and caught sight of an older man, stern and imposing, with the calm authority of someone who had done this many times before.

“Is this him?” the man asked, his deep voice calm yet commanding.

Theo nodded, watching with eager curiosity. “Yes, Master Adrian. This is Max. He’s our first full-time slave, and we could use your guidance.”

Master Adrian stepped closer, his dark eyes scanning Max’s restrained, trembling body. Max could feel the weight of the man’s gaze, assessing him not as a person, but as an object, a tool to be molded and shaped. He shuddered under the scrutiny, fear creeping into every fiber of his being.

Theo and Nikos stood beside Adrian, eager to learn from their experienced mentor. They were successful, dominant in their own right, but this—owning and training a 24/7 slave—was new to them, and they wanted to do it perfectly. Adrian had been in the lifestyle for years, known for his mastery of both the psychological and physical aspects of slave ownership.

“You’ve made a decent start,” Adrian began, circling Max like a predator surveying its prey. “But a slave is more than just an object for amusement. If you want long-term obedience, there’s a system you need to follow. It’s not just about breaking them down—anyone can inflict pain. It’s about control and maintenance.”

Nikos looked intrigued. “Maintenance?”

Adrian nodded. “Yes. You want a slave who serves without question, who anticipates your needs before you speak. That requires more than just fear. It’s a balance of punishment, reward, and conditioning.”

Max’s heart sank further as he realized this wasn’t a moment of mercy or escape. This man—this trainer—was here to make the situation even worse, to teach Theo and Nikos how to truly break him, how to mold him into the perfect slave.

Adrian walked up to where Max was kneeling and placed a hand on his trembling back, feeling the tension in his muscles. “He’s still resisting,” Adrian observed, his tone almost casual. “You need to eliminate that instinct. Fear alone won’t work forever. Over time, he’ll become desensitized, and that’s when things get messy.”

Theo crossed his arms, listening intently. “So what should we do?”

Adrian gestured for them to come closer. “There are three key elements to maintaining a slave: punishment, reward, and mental conditioning. You have to know when to use each.”

He moved around to face Max, leaning in close enough that Max could feel his breath. “Punishment must be swift and consistent, but never overdone. If he learns to expect pain without understanding the reason, it becomes ineffective. Punish him when he disobeys, yes, but make sure he knows why.”

He pressed the button on the shock collar around Max’s neck, sending a brief jolt of electricity through his body. Max cried out in pain, but Adrian kept his gaze steady, not reacting to the noise.

“That,” Adrian said, turning back to Theo and Nikos, “is punishment. Short, sharp, and tied directly to an action—or inaction. But if you punish him constantly without a reason, it becomes background noise. He’ll adapt to it, and you’ll lose control.”

Theo nodded, glancing at Nikos.

“Consistency is key,” Adrian said. “Now, about rewards.” He unclipped the leash from Max’s collar and ran a hand down his chest, making Max flinch. “Reward doesn’t always mean pleasure. You never want to give him that. Reward is comfort, relief, maybe even a kind word when he does something perfectly. It could be allowing him a blanket, a more comfortable place to sleep, or food that’s not scraps. But these are earned.”

Nikos raised an eyebrow. “So, we don’t just keep him in constant discomfort?”

Adrian smiled. “Exactly. You want him to crave comfort so he works harder for it. Deprive him entirely, and his will might break, but he’ll become useless. The key is to keep him on the edge, always desperate to please but never fully satisfied.”

He walked around Max’s restrained form, continuing to explain. “A slave needs to know that obedience brings relief. When he cleans perfectly, when he serves you flawlessly, he should be allowed a small reward—nothing too much, but enough to motivate him. Give him a candy, a soft word, a moment out of his restraints. These moments of relief will make him work harder to earn them, but they must be rare and never guaranteed.”

Max could barely comprehend what was being discussed. His mind swirled with a mix of fear, despair, and exhaustion. They were talking about him like he was an animal to be trained, a machine to be programmed.

Adrian turned to the final point. “And then there’s mental conditioning. You don’t just train a slave’s body—you train his mind. He needs to learn that his only purpose is to serve you, and that outside of that, he’s nothing. You start by removing all traces of his old identity.”

Max’s blood ran cold. His old life—his name, his memories, his sense of self—would be erased. Adrian’s words confirmed that this wasn’t about submission; it was about obliteration.

“How do we do that?” Nikos asked, intrigued.

“Take away his name,” Adrian instructed. “He has no right to it anymore. He’s only ‘slave’ from now on. Use the shock collar every time he refers to himself in any personal way. No more ‘I’ or ‘me.’ He only speaks when spoken to, and he answers to ‘slave.’ Nothing more.”

Theo nodded thoughtfully. “And over time, he’ll forget who he was?”

“Exactly,” Adrian replied. “You want to break him down piece by piece until he believes that this is his life, his only purpose. You can use tasks, isolation, and forced focus on serving you to reshape his mind. Reinforce this every day—punish him for any hint of individuality.”

Nikos smiled. “I see now.”

“And one more thing,” Adrian added. “Always be aware of the limits. A broken slave isn’t useful. Push him to the edge, but never past it. He needs to believe there’s hope—however small—that he can earn your favor. But never let him believe he can escape.”

With that, Adrian stepped back, giving Theo and Nikos a moment to process the lessons.

“We’ll start tonight,” Theo said, glancing at Max, who was still strapped down, terrified. “We’ll strip away what’s left of him.”

Nikos nodded. “By the time we’re done, he’ll be exactly what we want.”

Max closed his eyes, his body still trembling, knowing that whatever shred of hope he had left was about to be crushed under their methodical control.

His words lingered in my mind: “From now on, Derek and I decide when you can come.”

“Daniel, are you gay?” I asked tremulously, as I watched his hand on my very hard penis.

“Are you?” he asked back.

“No!” I said emphatically, staring into his questioning eyes.

“What makes you so sure?” he wanted to know.

“Well, for one thing, I was married for close on to twenty years and have two children,” I said, immediately realising it as a fallacious argument.

“Many gay men can say the same,” he added.

“But I’m not gay. I’m straight,” I countered.

“And tell me, how many straight men do you know who will sit stark naked on a couch next to a man, of whom they have doubt as to his sexual leanings, and be milked by him until they come?” Daniel asked quite forcefully, a scornful smirk upon his lips.

So, you’re saying, because of that, I’m gay?” I queried.

“An ‘in the closet’ gay, shall we say?”

“And what exactly does that mean?”

“Well, perhaps you just help us out when we’re busy,” he said with a shrug and a smile.

I looked down at myself, embarrassed at my very obvious pleasure at being handled

“And Derek?”

“What about Derek?” He smiled, challengingly open-faced at me.

“I’ve nearly always had my suspicions about him.” I stared at the fireplace.

“And he’s always had his suspicions about you.” Daniel responded.

I turned to him, surprised by his response.

“What? You mean, he thought . . .”

“It’s called gaydar, dear boy.”

“Derek thought I was gay?” I was staggered at that. “How did you come to know him?” I wanted to know.

Daniel went on to tell me he’d met Derek some years ago in a club he’d gone to. A gay club, I’d asked and had it confirmed by him. Had they had sex together, I enquired and was told they had played a few rounds but really both were looking for the same thing. I thought I knew what he meant. Neither of them could play a more subservient role. Apparently, I came up in conversation between them when Derek mentioned he had had a sister who had died recently, leaving a husband with two young sons to bring up by himself. My surname was mentioned, then my Christian name, and Daniel suddenly realised that I was his old schoolfriend. 

They’d exchanged notes about me, and I was more than a bit put out that they had both quite independently come to the conclusion that I was a suppressed homosexual. That hurt me somehow. I can’t quite put it into words why that was, but I suppose it had something to do with the fact I had never ever thought that about myself. Call me naïve. I had had a happy and contented married life; we both of us seemed comfortable with each other, unadventurous perhaps, but neither of us apparently seeking for further amusement, if I can put it that way.

Yes, looking back, I can see now, and even acknowledge, that my early years with Daniel Toft, my school pal to whom I happily kow-towed, could be seen in the light of reflection as a homosexual episode in our early formative years, but, thinking back, I wonder if I was so naïve I never ever dreamt I was anything but straight. Mutual masturbation didn’t seem queer, just . . . . fun.

“And did you still think that a couple of nights ago when Derek had this in his mouth?” Daniel asked as he waggled my member suggestively.

“I – I didn’t know what to think,” I murmured, glancing down at my nakedness.

“It’ll be interesting you hear your thoughts after you’ve sucked mine, then,” he said.

I shot him a fleeting look of fear and surprise.

“I couldn’t do that!” I almost whispered.

“Why not?”

“I would never do anything like that.”

“You kissed it once. Don’t you remember?”

I turned to stare into his eyes.

“I did???” I asked in breathy amazement.

“You did” he said, and the almost whisper of a zip being undone forced me to drop my eyes.

Aghast, I watched him insert three fingers into his, by now, gaping flyhole, and extract his member from his underwear. I gazed at it in disbelief.

“Kiss it again, now!” he ordered.

“I can’t!” I said.

“You can, and you will, Tony.”

I met his face. I recognised a look from the past. A look that brooked no argument. I was forced to acknowledge the power of that look. I dropped my eyes to the newly exposed stiffening member protruding from his trousers. I watched as my own shamefully bounced in excitement. Drawn back to Daniel’s, I began to bow my head and leant down towards his crotch.

Placing a hand on his trouser-clad thigh, I craned forward and ever so lightly brushed my lips on the soft warm skin he had exposed for me.

A quick look at my own, as I righted myself once more, revealed a dew-drop of excitement glistening on my tip. With his thumb, Daniel anointed the exposed head with the moisture from within, and I felt myself give an involuntary buck once more but managed to suppress an inward groan.

Suddenly, my ‘phone started ringing.

“I’ll answer that,” Daniel said as he reached for my discarded trousers on the floor at his end of the sofa.

“Hallo . . . . yes, that’s right . . . . I’m an old friend of your father’s.”

I was shocked and reached out to take the call. Daniel pushed me back and stood away from the sofa.

“No, he’s here in the flesh, so to speak,” and he grinned at me, running his eyes over my nakedness, “but he’s a bit distracted at the moment. That’s why I’ve answered for him . . . . So, what’s the problem? . . . . You’ve left what behind? . . . . Your rugby kit? . . . . Where? . . . . In the airing cupboard. . . . And it needs ironing, you say? . . . . Oh, yes, I’m sure your dad’ll do that for you. He’s got nothing on just now that I can see.” 

Daniel sat down next to me again, and I reached for the ‘phone. With his free hand he grabbed my penis.

“Yes, I’ve just grabbed your father now. I’ll put him on to you,” and he handed me my ‘phone.

As I began to talk with Barnaby, Daniel started to masturbate me. I tried to resist, but he slapped my hand away and picked up speed.

“You all right, Dad? You sound a bit out of breath,” Barnaby said.

I tried to explain it away with some lame excuse about my having been upstairs. I tried to cut the call too, wondering how I could control an orgasm when on the ‘phone to my son.

“Put the camera on! You’re not having a heart attack, are you?”

“Don’t be silly; I’m fine!” I stressed, feeling very far from fine as Daniel began to pump faster sensing he was leading me to an imminent climax. 

I succeeded in assuring Barnaby there was nothing to worry about, that I’d get his kit ironed and off in the post to him without delay and gave him what probably seemed to him to be an unwarranted overly-spontaneous burst of affection as I came copiously in Daniel’s fist. 

So ill start i was working at a factory in a small town people there wasnt exactly open minded about gays especially men young or older. I went to work 8 to 5 everyday mon thru friday like usual id make small talk at break to some guys cut up carry on stuff like that i also had a girl at the time and a kid on the way i know i was young round 20 at the time so i had a great sex drive to anyways i got to talking to a guy named blake was in his mid 40s at the time we got to know each and became cool friends he was black im white. I started hearing rumors one day that he was gay and stuff like that so i just let em talk brushed it off until one day blake asked for a ride home i agreed and we went to his house and he invited me in and we talked for a bit had a rum n coke together. Well im sitting there on couch hes across from me in a chair the subject of him being gay or bi was brought up by him i told him thats fine by me i dont hate people for being that way at all…he was attractive for his age mild build short kinda scruffy face wore glasses too…we still talking and porn comes up and he says what all do u like i said i watch anything really and i caught him looking me up and down he looks away quick and ask if i wanna watch some i said yea sure he puts some on well i start to check him out and i look at his legs and slowly glance at his cock and i realize hes hard as hell and instantly i get hard too..he sees me and asks if i wanna see his cock and im embarrassed now i dont know what to say or do but i wanted to see it and suck it so bad so i said what the hell sure so he stands up and he takes his pants off and reveals the nicest 8 inch thick black cock ive ever seen and i start to melt as he comes over and stands in front of me i take it in my hands amazed cause i thinks this is really happening now im about to suck a cock im getting harder by the moment he is too as his cock touches my lips and goes in my mouth i taste him and smell his musky sack which was good to me i suck him for a bit and he asks have you ever been fucked i was like no i would try it tho…he goes and gets the lube comes back and i take off my clothes and he tells me to lay down legs apart im still nervous as hell at this point too i do as he asks or tells me too hes rubs lube over my asshole felts really good slips a finger in cause im tight as hell but hes gentle with it for a min or so well here goes the chance he puts my legs on his shoulder and i feel his cockhead at my hole stretching open slowly and i relax as much as i can then he finally gets his cock all the way in me and i let out a moan and he smiles and says im gonna fuck you good and say yes please do nice and hard he proceeds to grunge fuck my brains out for what seemed like eternity but in reality was like 10 mins the more i moaned more harder he got at fucking me im moaning loud at this point and im precumming so bad now and on the verge of cumming myself and he bout that time he says oh god im cumming and he fills my ass up it starts to run down out of my freshly fucked hole and i have the best orgasm ive had after him. We get done and as im putting my clothes on to go home he says damn that was great we should do it again and boy we did for awhile almost ever day needless to say i discovered that day i was bi and i loved cock too…thanks

My lips are still tingling from his rough kissing. Mitch tears off my T-shirt and throws it on the floor. His quickly joins mine and his tattoo of a ram stares me in the face. It’s more spectacular than it looks in photos, snaking its way from his waist through his nipples to his neck. The symbol of the Aries zodiac sign is a blazing red, green and blue.

As I am admiring it, Mitch hits me with a request.“Pete, I really love to havemy nips bitten. Will you do that for me? It’s OK if you bite them hard. I like it hard.”

As my nose meets his body, I can tell that he’s not wearing deodorant or, fortunately, cologne. That flowery stuff destroys natural male fragrance. Why would any guy wear that?

My teeth grip his nipple and he lets out a gasp.“My girlfriends never would go near my nips, much less bite them,” he says. “That sensation goes right to my dick.”

He moves my hand onto his crotch to prove his point.

After several minutes of licking, sucking and biting his nips, I head downward to his treasure trail, the only hair he has on his upper body. He gets on his knees on the bed and places my hand on his belt. It’s not hard to figure out what he wants. I unbuckle him and take his Levi’s off. He is wearing a jockstrap.

It’s time for the Big Reveal. I already know from feeling Mitch through his jock that he is circumcised like every other Midwestern lad I’ve ever met. My nose meets his jock, which smells ripe, leading me to wonder if he wore it all the way on the 700-mile drive to Boston. Or is it the same jock he wears playing basketball?

His potent armpits say that he hasn’t showered, but that could be my piggy fantasy at play. Is there anything sexier than the sweat, testosterone and other manlyscents he is giving off?

I have enough of jock sniffing. I want to see what’s inside.

I stretch the band and off it goes. Out pops his perfectly shaped, girthy 6 1/2 incher and two good-sized balls. A thicket of hair surrounds his package. His dark bush against his white skin makes me salivate. He doesn’t trim or — thank you, sweet Jesus— shave down there. I don’t get the obsession with either. Give me a guy who leaves his pelt alone.

“I was going to shower before meeting up, but I remembered that you love the natural body. So now that you’ve sniffed mine, does it meet your high standards, you dirty old man?” And he laughs, his wise-ass side on full display.

All I can say is “You don’t have to shower for me, Mitch.”

I get his crotch wet with my spittle and move toward his penis. It is just the right size, long enough to hit the back of my throat and fat enough to make my cheeks bulge. His helmet flares out from the shaft the way the crown of a circumcised penis should.

I am curious about the taste of his cum, but after a few minutes of sucking and getting signals that he’s getting close, he stops me, “Let’s wait on that, cowboy. “Now take off your pants so I can see your ass.”

I do as he orders — he has gotten bossier — and remove my boots and socks, then my jeans and boxers. I lie face down on the bed and hope he’s happy with what he sees.

His knees rest on my calves as he kneels on the bed and kneads my butt cheeks.

“That’s a yummy ass you’ve got, Pete. “I’ve never seen a hairier one.” Then he slaps my ass hard. Not used to being on the receiving end, I let out a whimper. 

That hurt, but at least he likes my Italian ass?A lot of fussy gay guys only like smooth ones.

Mitch’s tongue is aggressive in its attack on my hole. I wonder how many guys he has rimmed. He tells me.

“I have never licked a guy’s ass before.” he says. “You’re my first.”

I surrender to his will, letting my body melt into the mattress. His lips press against my anal ring. You’d never guess he’s a novice.

“So this is what an ass tastes like,” he enthuses. Now raise your hips up off the bed. I want to get my tongue deep inside and get more of your flavor.”

For the next 10 minutes, his face stays glued to my ass. Then he comes up for air and whispers six tantalizing words: “Where do you keep the lube?”

My earlier thought has been confirmed. I am going to get fucked.

I hand Mitch the jar from the drawer next to my bed and try to relax. If I’m going to get plowed, it might as well be by a man I’m smitten by. 

“I’m a little embarrassed to say this, Pete, but I’ve never fucked a guy either,” he declares. Would you let me know if I’m doing it right.”

Before I can tell him to be gentle and to take it slow, he pushes most of his dick inside me. I cry out in pain. “Jeezus,” I moan.

“Oops,” he says and pulls out. “I guess I went too fast.”

Mitch needs coaching and I’m good at coaching.He is a virgin top, which means that he is also a virgin bottom. That’s a thought for the future.

“Mitch, there’s a muscle inside a guy’s ass. You need to wait for it to open and let you in. Your dick is fat, ya know. Just put the head in and wait for me to get loose.”

“I’m sorry, Pete. Didn’t know that. This is so new to me. I’m used to my ex-girlfriend’s pussy that isn’t tight like yours. It’s actually kinda sloppy.”

I tell him that’s too much information and he laughs. Then he slaps my butt again and says “Time to open that muscle for me.”

It’s happening fast. “I’m getting used to your dick,” I alert him. “You can move in another inch, then stop.” He almost follows my instruction. He rams his entire dickinside.

“You’re used to it enough. You need a push,” he taunts. “Unless your precious little butt can’t take it.” And he slaps my ass again.

Before I can say anything, he is banging ass with gusto. I should have known that a guy with a large tattoo of a ram on his body was going to ram me in bed.

“Oh, damn, Pete, you have no idea how good that feels,” although of course I do. “The way your ass is gripping my dick is a new sensation. I might never leave your hole. I might have to fuck you all night whether you want me to or not.”

I’m rather enjoying Mitch’s dominant side and have completely accepted his dick inside me despite my being out of my usual role.

“You’re a natural,” I tell him and I mean it.“Now let me get on my back so I can see your face.” Before I can lift up my legs, he does it for me, grabbing them roughly and raising them in the air.

“I like this view much better,” he says. “Now I can pound you and see on your face how much pain you can take.”

Mitch is a top with an SM vibe.

“I’m going to cum in you and mark you as my guy,” he declares and speeds up the rhythm.

That almost sounds romantic, I tell myself with a laugh.

A few more thrusts and Mitch’s vocal cords are at full volume.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he screams as he shoots his young load in my ass. After a couple of minutes, his dick is out of my hole.

Mitch is savoring his first man-fuck with a satisfied look on his face. “I hope I wasn’t too rough,” he says a bit guiltily. “But I think you like it rough. I’m making a note of that.” I can’t contradict him.

I am exhausted and need sleep after the day’s surprises — his unexpected drive to Boston, the excitement at finally meeting him, drinking a few beers, getting rimmed and that very draining fuck.

As I reach over to put the lube back in the drawer, he grabs the jar from my hand. 

“Where are you going with that?” he asks, looking annoyed. My dick is going up your ass in the middle of the night while you’re sleeping and again in the morning.

“Or maybe right now.”