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In 2150 the Feminox Syndrome had eliminated the entire female population of Heredon, the new Earth. Four tribes remained: The Monoliths, whose breed stood 213 centimeters at minimum with their Goliath builds and hairy frames. The Selynith, who were petite and hairless in nature, standing nor more than 182 centimeters at most. They were the more androgynous of the tribes and highly sought after by the more dominating tribes. The Mechnoctus were highly developed and sheltered tribe whose cities consisted of artificial intelligence and advanced technologies. The Grubmash were builders, most of whom weight at minimum 226 kilograms. They were slow and heavy with brut strength and their armor was their body odor. The Monoliths dominated the northern territories and kept their Selynith brides within the safety of the mountains, to establish normalcy and a home life. The Genomex Laboratories were established deeply under the cold layers of Heredon, guarded day and night. The harvested eggs from frozen female corpses that were hunted by the Monoliths were fertilized and developed with the help of friendly Mechnoctus tribesmen. 

Although successful in birthing new generations, none could overpower the ever evolving Feminox syndrome, thus resulting in a male only species. The Selynith brides were chosen from each batch of births in order of Monoliths finest and most powerful tribesmen, many of whom opted for a Polygamous household with many brides who all served different purposes to their lords. Tensions had grown between the territories as no new females were birthed into Heredon, resulting in the highly sought after Selynith going into hiding. Their delicate feminine features and smooth bodies had driven the more dominating masculine tribes into a primal war.

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Ezekiel & Eliot (Pt. 1)

The batch had gathered in the lavender fields for their morning sunning, in preparation of the attaachment process. There were 40 specimens logged and the curators watched with pride as the nearly perfect specimens lay out in the morning light. The dew created shimmer across their smooth, olive skin. Their long braided locks draping artfully across their shoulders and chests. Many had developed natural bonds with each other as a sisterhood of sorts. They’d been trained in the ways of brideship and awaited the Monoliths to ponder which of the batch would be their chosen brides. Eliot stood a few centimeters taller than his batch, and his hair reached to his mid section in dark amber locks. Most of his batch had golden and white locks which contrasted their skin tones. Eliot turned over, kicking his feet playfully in the warm sunlight. He ran his fingers through the soft lavender and grass beneath him. his silk waistcloth had blown over, revealing his backside. He reached back to adjust it, and closed his eyes, listening to the breeze flowing through the valley. He was calmly mindful when he heard “Eliot” in a deep and gravelly tone that sent a shiver down his spine. He slowly turned and opened his eyes. 

Before him stood Ezekiel, a captain in the West force of the Monoliths. He reached out and guided Eliot to a standing position, grazing his arm with a fingertip. Eliot stood poised, and looked up into the glaring blue eyes of this giant. Ezekiel was handsome and intimidating. His brown hair tied back in a tail that was shorn at shoulder length. He had wet wisps that had matted to his forehead and prominent jawline. His beard was long, and beaded in tribal stones and diamonds. His shoulders and arms flexed in the sunlight, as he walked around his potential bride. Eliot inhaled, taking in the musky scent of his potential lord. He felt the rough texture of Ezekiel’s hand feeling down his backside. Ezekiel leaned over Eliot, and took in the visual delight of his soft, smooth features, big brown eyes and is beautiful braided mane Eliot had use a combination of honey and mint during his bathing period and mixed with his sweet odors had caused Ezekiel to become aroused. He shook his head and thought of war and bloodshed, but to no avail. He adjusted his 22 centimeters of manhood in his waist armor, feeling his body temperature rising and more sweat dripped down his chest and groin. Eliot took in the musk and odors of his lord as he looked up into those blue, glaring eyes. He was ready.

The attachment process was slow but secure with each interaction the Monoliths had with the Selynith batch. Ezekiel had prepared for a chosen bride and gently scooped his bride up into the chariot. They hovered to the rocklands territory as Eliot turned one last time to take in the sunlight flooded lavender fields and iron gates of Genomex. He would miss the bonds he had made, but would soon be making home with his lord. He leaned back against the strong, hairy abs of his lord with a sense of security and well being, feeling the nudge of manhood beneath the leather waist armor and felt the familiar shiver up his spine. They arrived at the gates of the house. Stone arches and iron walls, the house was etched in wood and concrete, with tinted glass and solar panels adorned in tribal carvings and elaborate designs etched into the foundation. The granite steps led up to the sliding doors, and the boxwood evergreens reached to the top of the door frames. Ezekiel walked before him and Eliot took in the overwhelming space. The great hall was tiled in granite and the tinted windows seemed endless and frameless from inside the house. There were a plethora of staff in all forms of artificial intelligence, some appeared antique while others seemed pre release, which Eliot had never seen before. As a peace offering it was known that the Mechnococtus would offer up developments in exchange for safety and security from the Monolith tribe.

“Your quarters are to the South, and mine are to the North. Our nest is on level three my bride.” Ezekiel’s tone had softened from their initial interaction, and Eliot looked up into much kinder eyes. “I will bathe now before we make.” Make…Just one word send the familiar shiver up Eliot’s backside. He smiled and followed his lord up the central staircase to level two. A life like staff approached Ezekiel with open arms and a blank expression. “My lord has returned.” “Yes Ariel, this is my bride Eliot. He will be manager when I am away.” Ariel turned stiffly to address Eliot. “Hello Eliot. I am Ariel. I am at your service.” Ariel stood at least 213 centimeters and had a life like skin texture over his muscular frame. He had white hair that had been cropped to his ear length and porcelain white coloring. He had only a skirt of paneled leather with tribal stones and grommets adorning its layers of black and brown panels. He appeared to be a hybrid of Monolith and Selynith. He turned and walked before the couple as another set of glass doors slid open, revealing the lord’s suite.

Ezekiel had lived alone for a decade and aside from a dozen staff he kept his quarters bare and only essentials were placed in his suite. A large wooden bed covered in linens and a fur covering draped over the foot of the bed. There were braided rugs placed throughout the suite, and only two paintings hung on the wall. A portrait of an older Monolith with a female species and a crest stretched and nailed into the stone above Ezekiel’s bed. There were sprinklers built in above a panel of windows that overlooked the gardens in back of the house, and a large porcelain tub surrounded by woven curtains hanging from the ceiling. Ariel untied Ezekiel’s waist armor, and Eliot gasped at the site of his lord in his full glory. He was endowed and hairy throughout. His musk filled the room, and his muscular frame loomed above Eliot, as he stepped toward the tub, casting a shadow across the room. “Join me, my bride.” He held a hand toward Eliot. Before he could move, Ariel had untied his waist cloth, and Eliot stood naked before his lord. He stepped forward, and into the warm water. There were steps down into the tub, and the water was up to his waist before he got to the bottom step.. Ezekiel sensed his hesitation, and reached forward, supporting his bride. 

Ariel quickly joined the couple, with terricloths and lavender soap. Eliot straddled Ezekiel’s leg in support, free floating as Ariel lathered and scrubbed at his lord’s back and shoulders. Eliot was becoming aroused beneath the warm water, and inched closer to his lord. He reached below the surface and started to stroke Ezekiel’s beastly manhood. Ezekiel smirked and closed his eyes as Ariel worked over his arms and neck with the terricloths. Eliot shifted over as Ariel moved to the front, and worked the soapy cloths over Ezekiel’s chest and abs. As the scrubbing made it’s way below the surface Ariel stopped and asked “does my lord need a finish?” Ezekiel opened his eyes and cleared his throat, “no Ariel, my bride will get my seed today.” “As you wish,” and Ariel continued to scrub and work his way over Ezekiel’s groin and legs. Eliot was startled by the interaction but realized it had only been Ezekiel alone in this place for years before him.

Ezekiel stepped out of the tub and toward the shower. His manhood stood straight out before him, shifting up and down as he walked. Eliot followed closely behind as warm showers rinsed over their bodies from the ceiling. The water stopped and they stepped forward as Ariel dried them with fresh terricloths. Ezekiel playfully scooped up Eliot, nuzzling his neck with his hairy face. “My bride, you have caused me much arousal from the moment I took you in.” He carried his bride up another flight of granite stairs as he kissed his smooth face and neck. Eliot wrapped his arms around Ezekiel’s neck, and gripped the sides of his lord with his thighs. He could feel Ezekiel’s manhood flexing up against his backside, leaving cold, wet residue across his smooth mounds. The doors to the next slid open, and Eliot turned to take in the view. There were glass panels surrounding them, with sunlight flooding in around them. The bed was dressed in white linens and soft satin and velvet pillows and shams. Ezekiel lay Eliot down, and crawled over him, his massive body shielding his bride in a dark shadow of strength and security. He leaned in, kissing his bride on the lips, and working his mouth down Eliot’s smooth neck and chest. 

Ezekiel shifted Eliot’s legs to the side, and started to kiss down the smooth backside of his bride. He pushed his monstrous tongue between Eliot’s smooth mounds, caressing and penetrating the tight hole with his monster tongue. Eliot let out little whimpers and moans as his lord worked his hole with his tongue. “Do you enjoy, my bride?” “Yes my lord, I am yours.” Ezekiel throbbed and felt pre ejaculate flowing from his manhood. He was shaking as he pushed his manhood up to his bride’s flinching hole. Eliot braced himself for entry as Ezekiel slowly pushed his way inside. Eliot winced and bit his lip, curling up under Ezekiel’s massive frame as his lord penetrated him. He felt Ezekiel trembling, and reassuringly brushed his hand over Ezekiel’s. “Am I causing you pain, my bride?” “Pain is pleasure, my lord.” Ezekiel pushed deeper inside, until he could push no further, feeling his seed forcibly shooting out of his manhood. “Oh my bride…Take my seed…” He was grunting and thrusting inside Eliot, as he quickly finished. Eliot felt a warmth fill him deep inside, and overflow out over his mounds. he was moaning with pleasure and feeling the strength of his lord’s seed spreading inside of him. 
Ezekiel wrapped his body around Eliot, feeling his manhood flexing freely inside of his bride.

His seed had a pungent odor which enveloped them inside the nest. He took in the hint of lavender in his bride’s hair, completely covering his petite frame. He moaned and pushed at his hips, feeling his mahood arch up inside his bride. He felt the primal urge to spread more of his seed, and continued to thrust, as he softly kissed his bride’s shoulder and neck. “Does my lord have more to give me?” Eliot giggled and arched his back. “I have all the seed to give my bride.” Ezekiel propped up on one elbow, and moved his free hand to curl Eliot’s legs up against his body. He continued with his small thrust, feeling a rush of arousal and primal instinct as he groaned in his bride’s ear, overflowing his insides with another finish. He collapsed over his bride, as his manhood throbbed and anointed the vessel with overflowing semen. The linens were soaked, and their bodies were spent. Ezekiel pulled the covering layers over them, and the couple fell asleep in the evening light coming through the glass.

The next day I woke up feeling drained. I had spent the whole night jerking off to the memory of what happened in the laundry room. My bussy was still a little puffy and swollen and if I hadn’t put a decent sized plug in it, it would’ve gaped all through the night. I took a sip from the water bottle on my nightstand and looked at the alarm resting right next to it.

It was 3:30pm so I still had two and a half hours to spare until I would meet Jamal again. Euphoric, I jumped out of bed and began to rummage through my closet to find an outfit. After a short while I pulled out a mesh crop top, a pink thong and some tight shorts. With my clothes finally picked out I wanted to head into the bathroom to take a shower but was stopped by the sound of my doorbell. I dropped my clothes on the stool in my bathroom and went to open the door, in only a jockstrap and a shirt.

I was met with a broad chest and looked up into the face of another black man. It was an amazon worker delivering a package. I wondered what was inside the box, but then I remembered that I ordered a BBC dildo, and a jack of spades plug in my horny frenzy last night. The worker smirked at me and said, “You know you’ve got a pretty interesting order right there.” I was confused and startled at first, but then I noticed that the box had been pried open a little bit at the edge of it. I blushed and answered, “I got my first taste yesterday and couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

He nodded but continued to stand there, taking in the lewd display I was offering. “Do you want to maybe come inside?” I asked, hoping he would agree. “You know, I’m on a tight schedule”, he replied, while grabbing his bulge, “but on the other hand I could use a quick fuck.” I smirked at him and headed into the living room. I could feel his eyes on my exposed, plugged hole. In the living room he hugged me from behind and rubbed his bulge against my ass, while grabbing my throat. Automatically I pushed my ass against him, offering myself like a bitch in heat.

He started roaming my body with his hands and stopped at my nipples as he pinched them under my shirt. “You have some nice tits bitch”, he groaned into my ear, referring to my voluminous pecks. His tongue found my earlobe and he began nibbling on it as his other hand found my small dick in the pouch of my jockstrap. He began jerking it a bit, as if it was his plaything and I enjoyed every moment of it.

After a while of him feeling up my body I turned around and kneeled before him, pulling down his pants in one go. His cock was a little wider than Jamals but not as long, maybe 9 inches. Nevertheless, it looked divine and smelled like heaven, really musky and manly. My mouth was watering as it enclosed the big chocolate stick this man had to offer. It tasted as good as it smelt and soon, I was making whimpering sounds while bobbing up and down on his cock to show him my full submission. He patted my head and made me feel as if I was meant to be right there, on my knees.

As I took more and more of his length into my mouth he began to fuck further and further into my throat with short but quick motions. Learning from my experience yesterday I tried to relax and let it happen and soon I was able to sniff his pubes as his cock conquered my throat as its personal playground. I massaged it with my throat muscles by swallowing around it and could see the effect on his face, as he closed his eyes to enjoy the pleasure he received.

A few minutes later he suddenly pulled out of my mouth and ordered, “Get up on that couch and show me your cunt”, in his deep, masculine voice. I complied and started kneeling on all fours on my couch, face down ass up facing him. With a loud plop I pushed the plug out of my hole, only by using my rear muscles, and a little bit of Jamals cum from yesterday leaked out. The plug fell to the ground but was ignored by both of us. “Fuck bitch, that’s a nasty pussy right there”, he mumbled just before I felt his mouth lapping at my entrance.

I moaned and pushed my ass against his mouth, feeling his light stubble scratching against my skin. He spent the next few minutes devouring my bubble butt as enthusiastically as I did his anaconda. His tongue made me feel things I couldn’t explain. I was on a high flight of ecstasy, and I wasn’t willing to let it go. “Please fuck me”, I whimpered after he pulled away from my hole. I felt it gape and wink at him, inviting him to take what he wants and what was promised.

The man complied and started pushing his BBC into my sloppy bussy, pushing out the air inside, resulting in me farting around his dick. “Damn slut, your cunt is asking for it”, he laughed. I only moaned as I pushed back against his dick making it sink in inch after inch until I could feel his pubes brushing against my skin. “I love myself an eager whiteboi”, he said as he began slowly pulling back only to sink his fuckpole into my ass right after. While he pleasured himself by using my hole as a cocksleeve I replied, “Only for black kings like you, Sir.”

As soon as I said those words he bottomed out into my guts and made me squeal from overwhelmingness. “Now I see why you ordered those items, we’ve got ourselves a little snowbunny right here, isn’t that right slut?”, he asked teasingly. “Yes Sir, my neighbor turned me yesterday and I haven’t been able to forget it”, I answered moaning every now and then as his thick pole drove deeper and deeper into my ass.

“Well then I have to thank him for turning out such an eager bussy for us to use”, he teased making my dick harden even further. I refused to jerk it, wanting to experience my first orgasm coming solely from my prostate getting fucked by a big black cock. The man, whose name I still didn’t know, started to slowly loose his rhythm, pounding faster and faster into me. In parallel to his looming climax, I felt the electric current ignited by his cock travel into the center of my lust, making me approach my orgasm as well.

At the same time as I felt his cock explode inside me, I felt my own pathetic excuse of a dick paint the couch cushion underneath me with my cum. He grunted while breeding me and finished his mission with a few quick, frantic thrusts, before pulling out completely and leaving my hole even more gaped and puffy than yesterday. Exhausted I let my face rest on the fabric beneath me, while I could hear him rustling behind me. I thought he was only putting his clothes back on but was surprised to feel the pressure of a thick object at my entrance.

He pushed the object inside my ass, gave it one last slap and vanished with the words, “Thanks for the fuck you little cumdump, I’ll be sure to hit you up whenever I’m around”, out of my flat.

After I few minutes I had collected myself and rested enough to turn around and look at the clock on my living room wall. It stated 5:10 pm making me mumble, “fuck”, as I sprinted into the bathroom to make myself look presentable for my get together with my lovely neighbor.  As I glanced into the mirror while getting into the shower, I could see that the amazon worker hadn’t reused the plug I’d already worn before, he had shoved my new Jack of Spades-Plug into my hole. With a wide smirk I continued to get ready, wondering what the remainder of the day had left for me.

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They made themselves known. People immediately noticed how strange black unidentified objects suddenly appeared above the most densely populated cities. The whole world was shocked, all the media were broadcasting only about these objects. Something, or rather someone, arrived from the very depths of space. Humanity reacted differently to the encounter with an alien civilization: some did not care, some panicked, imagining the worst outcome, and some were happy, considering this coming to be the will of God. In any case, everyone knew one thing – soon everything would change.

At first, these alien ships showed no signs of friendliness or hostility. All signals sent to them in the hope of contact remained unanswered. Thus, silent black rectangles hovered in the sky above numerous cities, and soon people got used to them and to the shadows they left on the noisy cities.

Many scientists came to these extraterrestrial ships to study them. These ships did not emit anything that instruments could detect. They also absorbed all waves and radiation, which did not give any opportunity to study the aliens, except for visual inspection. And so for a long time these objects hung motionless over the cities, people did not know what to expect from them.

Then very strange things started happening:

 

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Mark was getting out of the shower. He was wearing only a towel, hiding his penis. It was late evening and he was getting ready for bed, because he had to go to work again early the next morning. Mark lived his bachelor life alone, only occasionally bringing another passion to his house.

He walked into his bedroom with a relaxed gait and opened the window, from where the sounds of the ever-awake city immediately came. He loved to sleep with the windows open, to feel the fresh breeze on his body while he slept.

Along with the sounds of the city, a buzzing sound came from the window, causing some vibration. But Mark, accustomed to the noise of the city, did not notice anything. He could not suspect that it was precisely because of this sound that his flaccid cock began to rise, becoming hard.

“You want some attention? Okay, buddy,” Mark said to his hard cock.

He opened his towel, revealing his eager cock and wondering at the sudden strong desire to cum. The buzzing sound became louder, vibrating throughout Mark’s body, and only then did he suspect something was wrong, but it was too late.

Turning around at the sound, the guy saw some sphere with a red eye in the center flying into the window. For a couple of seconds, Mark stood in a stupor and did not know what to do, but he came to his senses and began to back away from this terrible thing.

The guy started to speed up, trying to get away from this alien sphere. But it had completely different plans. Several mechanical tentacles crawled out of the body of this object and attacked him like snakes. The tentacles grabbed his hands and pulled them behind the guy’s back. They felt strange to the touch, like a mixture of metal and silicone.

Mark was terrified and confused. And what excited him was that at this terrible moment his penis was hard as a rock and leaking precum.

Unable to escape, Mark screamed, “Help! My house is being broken into! Help!”

Then a thin tube with a strange mechanism on the end emerged from the sphere. And this tube was aimed straight at Mark’s trembling cock.

“Oh no, no, no. What are you going to do with my pen… Aaaaaah!” Before he could finish the sentence, the tube was sucked onto his penis, tightly gripping it.

Then the buzzing sound became even louder and it was aimed directly at the guy’s dignity. It seemed like his balls were burning from the inside and were ready to burst. His cock and balls felt a wild vibration.

Suddenly Mark felt the sperm rising to his cock, ready to spill out of his penis. And then the orgasm came, the guy’s body tensed up, and the first portion of cream spilled out of his cock, going through the tube into the sphere. Mark felt like all the seed he had was being forcibly sucked out of him. He howled throughout the apartment, feeling a wild burning sensation in the area of his cock and testicles, as well as unbearable pleasure.

The alien sphere continued to suck the sperm out of the helpless man, not letting go of his hard penis. Mark had never experienced such a long orgasm. He could hardly cope with this endlessly lasting moment. He continued to stand, held by this evil device, and moaned. He was being milked like a cow, the sperm squeezed out of him.

It seemed that his heart would stop from this endless orgasm, but a few more drops of white liquid came out of it, and his exhausted cock stopped splashing out semen.

Mark stood there, sweating and breathing heavily. All he wanted to do was fall asleep. The sphere took its male sample and released the man. Mark fell to the floor, unable to get up. The device flew away and the buzzing stopped. His exhausted penis ached, becoming flaccid, and his balls continued to burn. So he passed out on the floor, completely exhausted from the forced orgasm.

 

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Such cases became common, and more and more men of different ages, races and body types, from all over the world, contacted the police with similar cases. There were many witnesses of such attacks. Horrible alien machines attacked helpless men in parks, in shopping malls, in their own homes and in many other places, taking all their sperm.

People were puzzled by these strange attacks, they were angry at the alien pests for the inconvenience they caused. But their victims could not save themselves by running away or defending themselves. Nothing could hinder these mechanisms, no earthly weapons could harm them. So much was their technological development better than human. But they did not cause any real harm to a single man. So far.

The authorities of the whole world were nervous, and men were afraid to go out. The aliens continued to collect sperm from different men like a harvest. People did not understand for what purpose they were doing this and by what principle they chose their victims. But soon it stopped.

There was an unexpected lull. The complaints about attacks and sperm sucking by creepy spheres ceased. The men calmed down, hoping that the aliens had completed their strange mission and would soon fly away and never return.

The lull was quite long. High-tech alien ships continued to hover over the cities, completely ignoring people. No one knew what was going on inside. After a long time, the aliens again announced their presence to the whole world.

One warm summer day, all the ships simultaneously emitted a powerful roar that was heard by all people all over the world. Soon this powerful roar decreased to a barely noticeable vibrating quiet sound.

People thought that they were finally giving some kind of signal, trying to communicate with them. Scientists from all over the world gathered to study this sound wave, hoping to decipher it. But they could not recognize anything in this complex structure of the sound wave that would help in communication. They even tried to send messages to the ships with a similar structure of the sound wave, but in response they heard only the same strange sound vibration.

After some time, people noticed that some men between the ages of 18 and 35 were gaining muscle mass very quickly, their bodies were becoming muscular and strong without any effort. And their reproductive system began to function more intensively, forcing their eggs to produce more sperm. Everyone had already gotten used to the strange sound, without even noticing it.

At first, these men were happy. They immediately received a beautiful body of a god, and also became sexual giants, capable of having sex for many hours. And these men also became easily aroused, their cocks stood at attention very quickly without any difficulties.

Many of these lucky ones showed off their bodies, genuinely happy about the changes in their lives. One of the problems for the chosen men was the constant need to empty their enlarged testicles. Every day they had to relieve the load from their overfilled nuts, and every dream they had was accompanied by a wet dream.

The second problem was their own perfection. These men became ideal prey for slave owners who used their slaves as sexual objects. Their perfect bodies and inexhaustible supply of sexual energy made these men perfect sex slaves. Their kidnappings became quite common. But the police turned a blind eye to this, relegating these crimes to the background, and sometimes even the third plan.

This situation lasted for several years. More and more men from 18 to 35 years old became owners of gorgeous bodies, enjoying success among society and among slave owners. The aliens showed their presence only with their large ships over the cities and the constant hum, which easily merged into the life of each person.

Then more attacks began. Attacks that changed the lives of the victims forever.

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Miguel was walking in the park, enjoying the beautiful morning. Only today, right after sleep, he did his routine of masturbating and throwing out all the accumulated sperm, hoping that his penis would not bother him for the rest of the day, because he was the chosen man.

He walked at a measured pace, enjoying the breeze that blew over his bare arms, bulging with muscles. As he passed a bush, Miguel thought that the familiar hum had increased in volume, but he didn’t attach much importance to it.

The bodybuilder didn’t notice that the familiar sound was starting to get louder, vibrating all around. His cock was starting to harden, causing sexual arousal in Miguel’s brain.

The hum grew louder and louder, causing strange vibrations throughout the young man’s body, and his cock was already completely hard.

“Oh no! No! No! Again?” the stallion said, remembering the first attack.

He started looking around for the scary machine. Meanwhile, his cock was already leaking precum. The urge to empty his balls became unbearable. There was already a huge stain of precum on his shorts.

Miguel concentrated on finding a place to hide, trying to ignore the urge to cum. The sound grew louder, now clearly echoing in the ears of the muscular stallion. He hid behind the nearest tree, peering out from it in search of the alien machine.

And then he saw it. It was an oval object, much larger than the sphere that had attacked the helpless men before. It was flying around, looking for prey, assessing its surroundings with its red eye and making a loud hum.

Miguel was barely holding on. His desire to cum had increased a hundredfold, pushing all other thoughts out of his head. He covered his mouth with his hand, trying to stop the moans that were escaping his mouth, heralding an orgasm.

Miguel felt his own body betraying him, gradually approaching the point of no return. He grabbed his cock through his shorts and squeezed it, trying to stop the approaching explosion. But his rod seemed to be waiting for this, and Miguel felt a river of semen begin to flow down his cock. An orgasmic shudder ran through his body. He automatically removed his hand from his mouth and immediately moans of pleasure burst out of him. His cock continued to splash white liquid onto his shorts.

The alien machine immediately noticed him, noticing his moans, but above all, sensing his sperm with its analyzers, and rushed to meet its victim.

Miguel saw the alien capsule in front of him a moment later. He was still cumming, giving himself over completely to his unwanted orgasm. The machine released mechanical tentacles, enveloping the young man’s body.

They grabbed his muscular arms and Miguel’s tense abs tightly and began to pull the boy towards them. His large muscles bulged with tension, trying to break free, but they were unable to cope with the force of the alien mechanism.

The capsule opened, ready to receive its victim. Mechanical tentacles began to pull Miguel’s muscular body inside.

“No! Not that! Don’t!” the boy screamed, not believing his eyes. What were they going to do with him?

The tentacles placed the bodybuilder in the capsule, and other small and soft tentacles in the capsule fixed his limbs. The capsule closed.

The guy was in a panic, he screamed, fought inside the capsule, but his sexual arousal did not subside for a moment, but only grew.

He felt the capsule move and fly. He couldn’t do anything about it, Miguel was like a helpless piece of meat.

Then, a strange liquid started pouring out of the capsule like a sprinkler, washing the guy’s entire body. Strangely, it was dry to the touch, but it easily soaked through Miguel’s clothes. Then, the liquid started to dissolve the guy’s clothes. It gradually disappeared, revealing the guy’s muscular body and his rock-hard, trembling penis.

He felt even more vulnerable being naked. The vibrations played in his balls and on his penis, making the stallion almost on the verge of another orgasm. But then another tentacle appeared, which tightly wrapped around Miguel’s cock and balls, not giving him a chance to cum.

The capsule was flying to an alien ship, to Miguel’s new life. During the short journey, the guy was exhausted from the desire to cum, he was shaking all over, and the burning in his testicles was intensifying from the inability to experience an orgasm.

Then they arrived. The capsule opened, the tentacles released him from their embrace only to pass him on to other tentacles. They picked him up and pinned the body of the aroused jock to the wall. They were very strong. No matter how hard the stallion tried, his strength was not enough to get out.

The wall was warm, soft and elastic, unlike any material Miguel had ever touched. The entire room was covered with this material, in the form of a high corridor, and mechanical tentacles were also made of it, which seemed to grow out of the wall. The vibration hum was heard here especially clearly.

As soon as the capsule flew away, having previously sucked in all the tentacles, including the one that was holding his penis, a tube appeared from the wall. It immediately aimed at Miguel’s cock dripping with precum, swallowing it completely to the base.

The boy screamed at the sudden jolt of pleasure. The tube felt like it had thousands of tiny tendrils, relentlessly stimulating his sensitive cock. He came instantly. His sperm poured out of his cock in strong streams and into the alien tube. His body shook as he shot after shot, experiencing a wild orgasm.

While his body was giving in to orgasmic spasms, he didn’t notice how more and more small tentacles were emerging from the wall, methodically stimulating his entire body.

The guy hung chained to the wall, trying to cope with the aftermath of his orgasm. His heart was pounding at a furious pace. The tentacles methodically stroked his legs, heels, sides, arms, armpits, causing light electrical impulses. His nipples were attacked by tentacles, causing flashes of pain and pleasure in the stallion’s horny body. His balls were seething from the strong vibration, preparing for another volley.

Another tentacle appeared from behind, its target being the man’s anus. It easily penetrated Miguel’s virgin hole, causing him to scream, “No! Stop! I beg you!”

His face was twisted with the sensations he was experiencing. He felt his intestines being filled with something warm and slippery. But then it vibrated, starting to intensely stimulate his G-spot. He was being violated in the most sophisticated way. Miguel roared with new feelings. He felt another orgasm moving from his balls straight to his cock.

He came again, releasing load after load into the tube. The amount of sperm and the intensity of the second orgasm was no less than the first. He screamed, the pleasure overwhelmed him, flooded him so that he could not breathe, only scream. His sperm flowed like a river through his cock and into the tube.

His ejaculation was over, but it was not satisfying at all. The endless desire to empty his nuts did not leave him, which made him suffer. He moaned from the attack of the tentacles. His body and mind were at the limit from the intensity. The tendrils in the tube worked tirelessly, forcing him to cum again.

He kept cumming and cumming, unable to resist all the stimulation. But no matter how much sperm he poured out, he could not be satisfied. The desire to cum was enormous, each super intense orgasm was not able to satisfy this desire, as if he did not cum at all.

It was the most sophisticated torture that no human could have come up with. Miguel, in short breaks between orgasms, noticed how the capsules brought naked men, who were also fixed to the wall and subjected to the same torture. Their bodies were just as muscular, hot, and their cocks and sperm-filled balls were ready to spill the charge. They screamed, moaned, shouted threats, but endless orgasms and tons of spilled sperm awaited them all. Soon the entire hall in the alien ship was filled with male moans and tears and the smell of sperm.

Miguel didn’t know how long he was there, the time dragged on endlessly. His whole body was tense. He wanted it to stop, but most of all he wanted to cum, immediately after the orgasm his own desire brought him to it.

After about a hundred orgasms, the tube on his penis tightened, cutting off his penis from orgasms completely.

  “No, no, no! Let me cum, please! Please!” Miguel began to cry, choking on his own sensations. The tentacles on his body and the tendrils on the tube did not stop working for a second.

Exhausted with desire, he tried to get out, to free his hands, to take off this tube and finish, but he was held tightly. Then other tentacles appeared, which penetrated every possible vein on the guy’s body. They pumped some substance into Miguel’s muscular body, but he didn’t care, he just wanted to finish.

He moaned, cried, begged, but he was not allowed to cum. It seemed that his balls were about to explode from another surge of semen. Minutes seemed like hours, his body was tense, and the pleasure had long since become torture. All his muscles were tense and glistened with sweat.

It seemed like an eternity had passed, but suddenly the tube loosened and the guy came right away, splashing out a huge stream of sperm. He screamed in pain, it seemed like his penis was about to burst. The sperm poured into the tube under strong pressure, as if from a hose, and then the orgasm ended. But, as expected, there was no satisfaction.

The next orgasms happened in the rhythm that was already familiar to him. He came and came, not knowing the end of it all. The room was filled with a collection of moaning men, from whom sperm was milked. It seemed that their hearts should burst from such stimulation, but they were all alive and capable of producing huge amounts of sperm. It was as if they were created only for the production of sperm.

The cycle repeated itself over and over: endless orgasms, then a painful recharge that left the men begging for release, a painful release of sperm, and then endless ejaculation again. They would spend their entire lives on the ship, being nothing but cash cows for the aliens. They were perfect for that role.

All characters appearing in this story are +18 at the time of any sexual conduct . all names and events are fictional and any resemblance to real life counterparts is purely coincidental.

I’m new to this so I hope to hear from you. Please tell me what you think in the comments and if you would like to see more of this or other projects.

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Luke was woken up by the sunlight streaming from the window onto the bed where he and his dad laid on top of each other. It was the weekend, and Luke’s dad had a couple of days off for the first time in a while. That meant they can take their time fulfilling their sensual and sexual appetites and needs as opposed to their normal routine of humping out all the cum they can get out of each other when his dad got back from work.

Today, however, Luke was able to rest his head on his dad’s broad hairy chest, sculpted by years of hard construction work. They were both naked, relishing in the freedom of their warm bodies. Luke had one of his legs and one of his arms over his dad, hugging him like a giant teddy bear. His white smooth body was tickled all over by his dad’s fur, and Luke himself was rubbing his face gently on it, taking in the warm fuzzy musky smell. His dad’s allure was so strong, Luke couldn’t help himself and put his soft small lips to his dad’s nipple, easily sucking from it like a he was trying to nurse from his dad’s steel pecs. They tasted warm and fresh, and he went on sucking happily until his dad started to stir. His heavy ruggedly handsome face moved, and his eyes fluttered open to reveal powerful black eyes.

“Good morning baby boy.” Joseph said so sweetly it would’ve made Luke swoon had he been standing up.

“Good morning daddy.” Luke said as best as he could with his mouth clamped on to his dad’s nipples.

“I’m so glad you have an appetite first thing in the morning sweetheart, cause I have some tasty stuff for you.” Said Joseph.

Luke didn’t need to look down to feel his dad’s thick 8 inch log poking him between his legs. His cute pink cage tickled as the mighty tool lovingly bumped into it, making him squirm.

“I love you dad.” Luke sighed as he rested his head on his dad’s chest once again, relishing in the heat between their polarizing bodies. But he beast has woken up and it wouldn’t go back to sleep so easily. Joseph brought his thick hand to his son’s face and forced him to hold eye contact with him, the boy’s hazy lust filled eyes getting lost in the older man’s powerful gaze. Joseph then proceeded to insert his index into Luke’s mouth, which the younger boy took to naturally suckling on. 

“Good boy, that’s it.”

Luke started swirling his tongue around his dad’s finger, carefully, slowly, and as sluttily as possibly covering the finger in his spit. He knew where this finger was going and he was trying to guide it home as best as he could.

“Come on, cover it with your spit, that’s the finger that’s gonna help you with your pussy.”

Luke’s locked tiny dick, his cute clit as his dad liked to call it, twitched at his dad’s promise. He let go of the finger as his dad removed it from his mouth and started swiping it on his face first and smearing the spit on his face. Luke closed his eyes and scrunched up his face against the onslaught of his own bodily fluid.

“It’s okay boy, open your eyes.”

Luke did, and he saw his dad drawing his face closer. He smelled his dad’s hot musky scent as the older man extended his tongue, and started licking the boy’s face gently, like a dog taking care of its pup. Luke wasted no time doing the same, as his instincts told him to return his father’s love. The two men soon locked lips and started exploring each other’s oral spaces. Joseph was mean and cruel when toying with his son’s mouth, forcibly probing every part of it, filling it with their spit, and wrestling the boy’s face into submission. Luke, completely at his dad’s mercy, surrendered himself and rolled over so he was fully mounting his dad, their unequal genitals rubbing against each other. 

“That won’t do baby. Daddy needs to eat his boy at his leisure.” Said Joseph as he smirked and grabbed Luke by his obscene bubble butt, and flipped him over so his back was to the mattress while his dad towered over him.

“Daddy…. are you gonna take care of me?” asked Luke, his voice heavy with lust and his eyes almost tearing up from the simulation.

“Daddy’s gonna do more than that boy. He’s gonna make you fly so high you’ll lose your mind.” Said Joseph as he knelt on his knees in front of his spread eagled son who was opening up himself to his dad like a animal in mating season. Joseph’s mighty wood was now at full mast and sticking out from his between his legs, as if gravity was pulling it towards his son, the hot virile flesh seeking the receptive fertile asshole.

Slowly, Joseph extended his hand’s towards his baby boy’s clit. Luke might have thought of it as his “dick” in the past, but Joseph’s constant fucking had transformed the boy’s asshole into his new primary sex organ. Simply put, the man mind broke his son into abandoning any importance his tiny dicklet had, and had given him pleasure of such magnitudes in his guts that it took over his sexual instincts. 

“Is my little boy’s clitty sore?” Joseph teased Luke as he grabbed the cage with his thick fingers and started manhandling the boy, tugging on his cage, rubbing at the roots slowly and carefully as to drive Luke crazy, and flicking it as he laughed while his boy howled with pleasure and pain.

“D— DAD!! IT’S T- TOO MUCH!! MY CLIT IS SO SORE RIGHT NOW!!” yelled Luke tears almost bursting from his eyes, the feeling of the rough fingers grazing his sensitive spot sending shivers down his spine. He tried to protest more, but Joseph shut him up as he resumed his assault on Luke’s mouth with his own and continued working on the boy’s cage for a bit.

Once he got his fun, and his son’s caged dick started showing signs of serious sensitivity, Joseph reinserted his thumb into his boy’s mouth to shut him up and to prep him for round two. Luke sucked on the thumb like a man possessed, trying to show it as much love as possible until it was wet with his silky spit. Joseph, satisfied with his son’s work, patted him on the head as he took the finger and redirected it towards his son’s hungry hungry hole.

Before he ever touched it, Luke’s asshole immediately puckered when it sensed the familiar body, like a rosebud pulsating with desire. 

“Come on son, let me in, open up your pussy for daddy.” said Joseph as he gently and sensually rubbed the tiny pucker and coated it with his son’s own spit, preparing to fuck his son with his own juices.

“It’s all yours daddy, please take me, make me your boy.”

“Is that what you want sweetie? you want daddy to breed you like the cock addicted slut you are?”

“Y– yeah” answered Luke, his voice flattering due to the overstimulation/

“You know I can’t understand you when you mumble like that baby, you need to tell me what you want.”

“I want you to take me like the cock addicted slut I am daddy!! I’m your cock addicted slut, I need your cock and cum to survive daddy, there isn’t any other way for me to live!! my hole is so empty without! Pleaseee! Fill me with your potent seed, make me all warm on the inside like you make me feel on the outside!!” answered Luke, entering his cock lust haze and fully bitching out.

“Oh, you should’ve said so from the beginning sweetie.” laughed Joseph as he kissed his son’s forehead lovingly. “You want daddy to open you up? Fill up your pussy? Yeah, it was an asshole before, but now it’s a pussy. A cock hungry pussy that needs to be filled and seeded and plugged so that the seed with take. Dad fucked you so good you bloomed into the proper bitch you always were, wagging your fat ass towards the dick that made you, wanting to go back to the source?”

Luke squealed like a girl. It was all too much. His dad’s finger was knocking on his hole, the sweat and spit making it slip and slide until Joseph was able to pop past the ring, making Luke jump and twist and turn while Joseph held him firm with his other hand. The finger started massaging Luke’s insides, the thick digit feeling along his insides and poking around his guts.

“Shhhhh shhh baby, it’s okay shhhhh, daddy will get you there, but you have to trust daddy baby, you have to loosen up those pussy muscles sweetheart.”

Luke tried his best to obey his man, his dad. He felt his ass start to relax right as his dad started probing with his second finger. He tried to protest but it was to no avail. His dad kept fingering him, making him moan like a cheap slut as he inserted 2 fingers then 3 and 4. Luke felt so full, but he knew the main dish was right around the corner.

“No need to look at me with those cute puppy eyes, I got your bone right here boy.” Joseph laughed and wagged his mighty dick in Luke’s face, the latter following it from left to right as if in a trance. Joseph then proceeded to grab his dick and slap it across Luke’s abdomen. A lethal move. Luke could now see clearly what he already knew, that his dad’s dick was 4 times the size of his shrivelled up useless clit, which seemed to shrink more sitting next the majestic dick. But Joseph wasn’t done, he grabbed his dick and started slapping his son’s caged dick left and right, up and down, all the while laughing to emphasize the hilarity of the comparison. A man’s dick and a boy’s useless dicklet. 

Eventually, after Luke shed a tear or two (not of sadness of course), Joseph moved close over the boy’s chest and presented his dick for the boy to suck. And Luke wasted absolutely no time. The hunger and lust building up in him so far had made every nerve in his body tingle. Had it not been for his dad’s masterful control, he would’ve shot his load hands free ages ago.

“Go on sweetie, you earned it, lap it up.” Joseph kindly told him as he rubbed his head while Luke happily started kissing his dad’s dick and making out with it. It was a standard practice between them for Luke to honor the cock that made him, a job Luke found most dear to his heart. He started by laying gentle kisses on while holding his dad’s gaze from the musky sweaty base where he inhaled deep, taking in the manly scent he so desired, slowly up the shaft till he reached the precum covered tip. Joseph might have been toying with Luke, but the dad was being stimulated beyond imagination as well seeing his son convulse in front of him because of his play methods. His tip has been spewing enormous amount of precum for a while now, so when Luke got to kissing, coating his lips in his dad’s clear essence, Joseph scooped what was left up and forcefully inserted it into his son’s eager open mouth. Luke then continued licking at his dad’s tip like it was life saving water, lapping it up with heavy breaths. 

“That won’t do son, you can’t play with your food.” exclaimed Joseph as he grabbed Luke’s head gently and carefully and lovingly guided his son’s face deeper down his dick. Luke might have had a gag reflex once upon a time, but much like how his dad transformed him sexually into the perfect sub, he made sure Luke could easily swallow his 8 incher. Luke meanwhile was having the time of his life, feeling his dad’s fuck stick pulsating with life in his throat. He kept going down, savouring the salty essence, until his nose mashed into his dad’s musky pubes. Once there, Luke inhaled deeply and held his position while his dad threw his head back in ecstasy, feeling Luke’s throat nurse on his dick, hugging it with its warm walls.

“Ah! That’s it baby boy, keep doing that. Keep making your dad proud. You have to keep going. You’re very close to getting your nutritious milk. Dad knows how much you love his milk. Dad will take care of you sweetie. Ah! Yeah, that’s it! Keep going! Fuck! Yeah! You’re making your dad proud son.” Joseph uttered these encouragements as Luke slobbered all over his dick. When he finally had his fill, the dad took out his dick in one full swoop, leaving behind an agitated son, yelling for his pacifier back n the verge of tears. 

“Shh Shhhh it’s okay. Dad has something better in mind baby.” Joseph remarked.

“D- Dad??” Luke finally looked up smiling at his father. He knew what this meant. It was breeding time. Luke had been a very good boy and so his dad has seen fit to breed him like good boys are bred, raw and hard until all his muscles are weak. His breath shook, his eyes glazes, and his hole was dying to take his dad’s thick hog, to massage it deeply and intimately, to hold it in till they both go to sleep.

Joseph took his spit covered dick, warm and wet and sticky from his son’s lovely eager mouth, and positioned it at Luke’s hole as he threw the boy’s legs over his shoulders and started rubbing the solid powerful head over the tiny pink rosebud. As the both of them knew would happen from their countless practice hours in this subject, Luke’s pussy naturally started accepting his dad’s dick, There was no resistance, for who could resist their maker when he wanted to take what’s his. Joseph big dick pushed past the first ring and burrowed its way inside, enjoying the warm velvety sensations as Luke threw his arms around his dad’s neck, his head thrown back and his tongue flailing in the air with drool running the side of his face because of how much electricity his pussy was sending throughout his body. Joseph closed his eyes and focused as to not cum right then and there because of how tight and hot his son’s insides were. For some reason, Luke’s hole never loosened no matter how many times Joseph screwed him out of his mind, hammering away and pounding at his hole, balls slapping like a mighty bull and his powerful groin smacking Luke’s ass. It was as if Luke was always holding on trying to make his daddy stay inside him. 

Pushing forth, Joseph finally decided it’s time to get serious. He grabbed Luke’s mouth with is and forced him into another deep oral french kiss which Luke surrendered to amidst moans and wails of pleasure. Joseph then held Luke firmly, raised his hand and slapped his son’s jiggly bubble butt so hard with the force of a truck, and pushed hard into his son. Luke yelled and screamed through his dad’s mouth as he felt his dad slowly make way, carving his guts in whatever shape he likes, and coring him out a brand new pussy like he always did. After some resistance while Luke was moaning and his dad was whispering assurances into his ear, Joseph’s fuck stick finally made it past the second ring and homeward bound, immediately jamming itself and smashing Luke’s sensitive button. Once it hit its target, Joseph abandoned all care and start pounding his son in missionary like they’re a couple on their honeymoon, desperately diving as deep into his son as humanly possible, trying to reach his most intimate places while moaning and heaving a lot from the insane sensations Luke’s perfect ass was giving him cradling his dick.

Every time Luke seemed to try to escape (involuntarily), his dad would raise his hand and bring it down on his white cheeks with enough force it resounded in the entire room as his ass vibrated and became tinged red with pleasure. Luke, on the other hand, was moaning and yelling like a hooker on pay day, his little useless clit forgotten and jiggling from the force of his dad’s thrusts, his ass trying to swallow more of his dad’s thick fuck meat, trying to scratch the itch deep in his pussy that only to seemed to grow the more he tried to shove himself closer to his dad. 

They were interlocked in a pleasure heaven, each trying to get closer to the other, get more of the other inside him, trying to get the other one there. It went on for merely 10 min, but they both felt like the fuck lasted a lifetime.

“Come on, take it baby, TAKE IT! LET ME BREED YOU! I WANT TO LOAD YOU UP WITH MY BABIES! I WANT MY SPERM TO BE THE ONLY THING INSIDE YOU! I’LL PLANT IT SO DEEP IT’LL GET YOU PREGNANT! I’LL FUCK YOU SO HARD I’LL IMPREGNATE YOU!”

“PLEASEE DADDYYY AAAAAAHHHHHH! PLEASE FUCK ME FUCK ME, TAKE ME, MAKE ME FULL OF YOUR CUM, I WANNA F-FEEL IT AND HOLD INSIDE ME!!! I W-WANT YOU TO LOAD ME UP WITH MY BROTHERS! I WANNA F-F-FEEL THE SEED THAT MADE ME!!! MY ASS, MY A-ASS IT’S SOO SOREEEE! IT’S SORE AND WET AND ON FIRE! I’M A YOUR TOTAL BITCH! B-BREED ME! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!”

“HERE IT COMES SON! TAKE IT! MAKE ME PROUD! AAAGHHH!”

“AAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

Both men, dad and son, yelled at the top of their lungs as they both reached their orgasms together. Luke started squirting like a actual girl, his caged clit spraying ropes of cum on his chest and between him and his dad, flailing around wildly, making Luke yell harder as he felt all the smacks and hit amplify the orgasm his overstimulated clit was having. The intensity of his orgasm was so bad, his ass gripped his dad in a death chokehold, forcing the older man against to finally give up his seed against his will. Joseph grunted and yelled as he started shooting ropes of thick potent hot cum inside his son’s ass, an ass that seemed to be dying for it as it sucked them deep deep inside. Luke felt the warmth of his dad’s gift spread inside him, and he almost passed out as they both flopped down on to the bed, with Joseph covering the slim white smooth boy with his strong hunky hairy build. Luke found himself being driven mad, his dad’s stomach flattening his caged dick between them and mashing it along with the cum he squirted hands free creating an sensation so pleasurable it made him see stars, and his dad’s dick pulsated inside him, still shooting enough cum to feed him for days, warming him up from the inside. He started mumbling and speaking non sense as the pleasure overtook him.

“It’s okay.” Joseph said kindly as held him in a death grip, love seeping from pore for his boy as he grunted from the sexual tension finally being drained out of him by his perfect boy “It’s okay, you did great! You made your daddy so proud! You’re the perfect son anyone could ask for Luke! You made dad cum so hard, he’s gonna give you all the semen you need! Shhhh calm down it’s okay it’s okay!” He continued as he caressed his baby boy.

The two of them lay there in pure ecstasy, slowly recuperating from the intense orgasms they ignited within each other. Ever so slowly, Joseph’s dick, against his will, slipped from his son’s hole. The moment Joseph sensed that, he took a deep breath and tried to regain his composure as he stood back up, his son suddenly nervously reaching out to him.

“It’s okay baby, I’m right here. I just need to make sure we don’t waste our seeds.”

Joseph bent down in front of his son’s hole. The pucker had returned to its closed rosebud state, but the fucking it experienced made sure the seed flowing inside it made its way back down and through the hole into the world, where its owner was waiting with his tongue out and ready to lick it up, causing the hole owner to squirm and squeal from the soft sensation. 

“Come one baby, push it out, don’t let it a single drop go to waste.” 

Luke could feel a tiny cold bit of his dad’s cum dribble down his hole and send shivers along his backbone, but most of it was successfully lapped up by his man. Joseph then came back up, went down next to Luke’s cage and started licking up LUKE’s cum off his stomach and between his legs, dragging his tongue against the smooth supple skin, as Luke went into a fit of laughter and yelling from the limits of his pleasure being exceeded. 

“OH DADDY NO AAAA HAHAHAH DADDY IT TICKLES, IT’S TOO MUCH DADDY AAAAAAA.”

Joseph paid him no mind, and went about his business until he finished what he wanted to do. He then stood tall, locked eyes wit his son’s teary eyes, and sunk into a final passionate kiss with him, this time making sure they both taste the rewards of their orgasms. 

Salty hot delicious cum filled their mouths as the dad traded gifts with his son. They both wanted to hog it but also give it to the other to enjoy, the struggle causing some of it to seep from the edges of their interlocked mouths. Finally, Joseph, wanting the best for his son, pushed their seeds deep into his son’s mouth and separated their lips. It was a sight to behold. Luke looked back dazed, his mouth full of half swollen cum and some of it seeping down the sides of his mouth all over his face, a picture of utmost beauty. His pleading looks made Joseph laugh as he went down one last time, licking and swallowing whatever was left from his son’s face.

With that, Joseph finally rolled back and laid on his back, exhausted and spent from his morning’s workout with his beautiful bottom. That boy had a natural talent for sex that complimented his own, both of them making a whole piece of perfect human reproduction. He smiled and relaxed as his son, still dazed and foggy from his intense high, snuggled up to his bull, his strong protective daddy, and curled up on top of him then immediately dozing off. It was a perfect introduction into a weekend full of their never-ending love for each other.

Life is a bit boring, like my job at the Bank. Gay clubs at the weekend with my pal, get fucked, fuck, come home.

A few weeks ago, Charles my friend, called at my home and said he had found an odd website advertising all sex aids and pills,. He had ordered 50 penis enhancement pills at £200.00 and they had just arrived without instructions. He had gone back on the Web but the firm had vanished, so had any orders on his email addy.

It was a plain glass bottle, full of little red pills, the bottle simply said penis and balls enhancement treatment take when when required and remember, RESULTS ARE PERMANENT.

We sat and kissed, went to bed fucked back other, drank and licked our cum, I made coffee and we sat on the bed and took one tablet each. About 10pm we took one tablet each. Too late now just hope we don’t die! 

10 minutes Charles said “Hey Paul  is your cock smarting?”

“Not half” I replied. We pulled our shorts down good job we had shaved our crotches earlier because we could clearly see what was happening.  

“Fucking hell my foreskin has vanished” I said Charles’s had as well.

Our cocks were red and aching and visibly grown around 2″ our balls were increased to match. As we watched they grew a further 2″ and we were both hard as hell. Luckily, I had got a measuring tape with me. Our cocks were now hard the head was large and red, the tips had blobs of thick pre on them, balls quivering, we were around 5″ hard this morning, now nearly 10″.

“Charles, check your back passage, think you will find that your back passage has opened up a little.”

“Paul” said Charles “Fancy taking another?”

Why not I thought, so we took another. By 11pm our cocks were a hefty 15″ hard as hell  monster heads on them our balls we more like large tennis balls. We decided to gently jerk off and had only stroked our cocks a few minutes when I yelled followed by Charles WE’RE CUMMING” I shot a huge stream of cum which hit the wall.then Charles followed suit. All down the wall, loads of it too….

I bent over the bed, and told Charles to fuck me, which he did his huge cock pushed it’s way in and he slowly fucked for10 mins until he filled me with his cum.

This is my first full length story, so I hope you enjoy it! Please email me ([email protected]) any feedback. Enjoy!

All characters are entirely fictional besides Byron, whom has given me his express permission to include later in the book. Please follow him on Instagram (@byronrosekelly)!

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Submission, Strength & Control

Harry adjusted the collar of his fitted navy button-up, rolling the sleeves slightly to show off his thick, veiny forearms. The fabric across his torso told its own story of constraint and resistance—the shirt hugged every extraordinary contour of his development, stretched to its molecular limits across the vast expanse of his chest. Each subtle movement sent ripples of tension through the material, the buttons straining valiantly to maintain their tenuous hold against the relentless pressure of his pectoral mass. The shirt wasn’t merely worn; it was endured, forced to accommodate dimensions it had never been designed to contain.

He paired the upper garment with black, perfectly tapered trousers that followed the dramatic sweep of his lower body with devoted attention. They were snug enough to showcase the monumental development of his quadriceps—each individual muscle group clearly defined beneath the straining fabric—but retained just enough give to suggest effortless style rather than deliberate exhibition. The balance was precisely calculated; Harry understood the value of suggestion, the power of hinting at magnificence rather than displaying it entirely. Still, there was no disguising the extraordinary mass that stretched the seat of his pants, the fabric pulled taut across glutes so developed they altered his entire silhouette.

His entire ensemble was smart casual perfection. Meticulously tailored, impeccably fitted—yet still impossible to ignore. No amount of sophisticated styling could normalize a physique that defied conventional human development. Even in his most understated clothing, Harry Schett remained a physical anomaly, a living sculpture that commanded attention without conscious effort.

Dylan, on the other hand, had rejected subtlety entirely in favor of bold declaration.

His neon-orange hoodie was deliberately cropped short, the hem hovering teasingly above the waistband of his ultra-snug white cargo joggers, offering tantalizing glimpses of his carved obliques with each movement. The pants themselves were a marvel of textile engineering, somehow containing the extraordinary mass of his lower body while appearing painted onto him rather than merely worn. The fabric clung to every massive contour of his thighs, every sweeping curve of his glutes, stretching so completely that each individual muscle fiber beneath was outlined with photographic precision. The material appeared perpetually on the verge of surrender, every seam tested to its structural limits by the sheer volume it struggled to contain.

Even sitting, Dylan’s development was almost alarming in its extremity. His thighs spread so wide they dominated the barstool, the fabric stretching across them like skin on a drum, revealing the separate heads of the quadriceps beneath with anatomical clarity. His sheer width forced him to adjust his position constantly, making ordinary furniture seem absurdly inadequate for his extraordinary proportions.

Harry raised an eyebrow as Dylan joined him at the bar, his skeptical glance acknowledging the deliberately provocative nature of his training partner’s attire.

“Subtle,” Harry remarked, lifting his glass with a knowing smirk.

Dylan shrugged massive shoulders, the casual gesture sending ripples of movement beneath the tight fabric of his hoodie. “You know how it is,” he replied with practiced nonchalance. “Might as well make sure everyone’s looking.”

Their glasses clinked in mutual understanding, a toast to shared philosophy despite their differing approaches. They were kindred spirits in the pursuit of attention, even if their methods diverged in execution.

Ethan wasn’t behind the bar tonight—he was working the floor, weaving between tables with practiced efficiency, balancing drinks with unexpected grace for someone of his unassuming build. But his altered role didn’t prevent him from maintaining the ritual that had become a staple of Harry’s visits to The Chapel.

Every time Ethan passed behind Harry’s stool, his palm found its established territory—pressed firmly against the magnificent curve of Harry’s glutes, fingers exploring the dense muscle with proprietary familiarity. There was nothing accidental in the contact, nothing that could be dismissed as casual or incidental. Each touch lasted precisely long enough to register as deliberate, as Ethan claimed Harry’s extraordinary development for his own gratification before moving on to his next task, leaving a lingering sensation in his wake.

Dylan, observing from the corner of his eye with growing interest, leaned slightly toward Harry. “You okay with that?” he asked, nodding subtly toward Ethan as the barman passed by again, his hand openly caressing Harry’s lower half before continuing on his appointed rounds.

Harry grinned, taking a slow sip of his beer, the liquid catching momentarily on his upper lip before he wiped it away with casual precision. “If it makes him happy,” he said, rolling his shoulders in a movement that caused his pecs to shift beneath his shirt, buttons straining further against an already unwinnable battle.

Dylan’s expression registered mild surprise at this casual acceptance of such bold liberties. “I figured you’d shut it down. But… you like it?” The question contained genuine curiosity rather than judgment, a recognition of unexpected common ground.

Harry gave a slow, deliberate shrug, completely unbothered by what others might consider an invasion of personal space. “I aim to please,” he stated simply, as though the concept required no further elaboration.

Dylan nodded, a smile of recognition spreading across his features. “Can’t argue with that,” he agreed, shifting his position slightly on the barstool, the movement causing the fabric of his joggers to pull even tighter across his extraordinary thighs.

Harry leaned in slightly, creating a small bubble of intimacy within the public space. “If you’ve got it…” he began, leaving the familiar phrase intentionally unfinished.

Dylan’s smile widened into a grin of genuine understanding. “I’ve always thought the same,” he replied, his tone suggesting relief at finding someone who shared his philosophy. “Never understood why guys get weird about it. I like being touched.”

Harry’s eyes flickered with recognition at this direct admission. “Yeah, Jase mentioned that,” he said, watching Dylan’s reaction carefully, testing boundaries with calculated precision.

Dylan gave a nonchalant shrug, completely unfazed by this reference to his encounter with Harry’s best friend. “Yeah, doesn’t bother me,” he confirmed with startling directness. “Straight as they come, but I’ve got a body worth admiring. Why not let people enjoy it?”

Harry raised his glass in appreciation of this uncomplicated honesty. “To being objectified in the best possible way,” he proposed, offering a toast that acknowledged their shared understanding.

Dylan grinned, clinking his pint against Harry’s with enthusiastic agreement.

Across the bar, Ethan was watching.

Not subtly.

His eyes darted between the two extraordinary physical specimens, his fingers gripping a dishcloth with unnecessary force. Though beyond earshot, his intense focus suggested desperate curiosity about their conversation, his gaze cataloging every subtle interaction between these walking monuments to physical perfection.

Harry clocked him instantly, his awareness of being observed too finely tuned to miss such obvious attention.

Still smirking, he turned deliberately toward Ethan, raised his pint in a casual, mocking toast, and delivered a slow, calculated wink that acknowledged their unspoken dynamic.

Ethan’s lips parted slightly, his brows knitting together in a complex mixture of frustration and intrigued recalculation. The challenging gesture had clearly disrupted whatever scenario he had been constructing in his mind.

Dylan, noticing this silent exchange, concealed his amusement behind his glass as he took another measured sip, watching the power dynamics shift and realign with the precision of tectonic plates.

When closing time approached, Harry naturally assumed Dylan would follow him out, their evening concluding as a shared experience.

He grabbed his jacket, drained the last of his beer with a practiced tilt of his head, and gave Dylan a casual pat on one massive shoulder. “Come on, mate,” he said, the words both invitation and instruction.

Dylan didn’t move, his substantial frame remaining firmly planted on the barstool. “Nah, I’ll get my own cab,” he replied, stretching his thick arms behind his head in a deliberately casual movement that caused his cropped hoodie to rise further, exposing more of his carved midsection. “Live in the opposite direction.”

Harry frowned slightly, momentarily thrown by this unexpected deviation from his assumed script, but didn’t invest further thought into the refusal. He gave Dylan a playful clap on the back, the sound sharp against the solid muscle beneath, then headed toward the exit.

Dylan waited.

One minute.

Two.

Then, when he was certain Harry was far enough down the road to be safely gone, he slipped out the side door and settled his enormous frame against the brick wall, waiting with predatory patience.

His broad shoulders pressed against the rough surface, legs stretched out before him, boots planted firmly on the pavement. His position emphasized the extraordinary mass of his lower body, the white joggers pulled tight across thighs so massive they appeared to belong to a different scale of human development.

He didn’t have to wait long.

A few minutes later, the pub door swung open again.

Ethan stepped out, pulling off his apron with quick, efficient movements, shaking out his arms as if releasing the accumulated tension of his shift.

His eyes immediately locked onto Dylan—waiting. Watching. Ready.

Dylan exhaled, rolling his shoulders in a fluid motion that sent ripples of movement beneath his tight hoodie. “Thought you might want to make use of this,” he offered, his voice low but carrying clearly in the quiet night air.

He spread his thick arms wide, gesturing to the extraordinary canvas of his body, offering it without reservation or condition.

Ethan didn’t hesitate. His smirk widened, eyes calculating even as they appreciated the magnificent offering before him. “I’ve got another couple of hours left,” he replied, checking his watch with deliberate casualness that belied the intensity of his gaze.

Dylan got to his feet in one smooth movement, towering over Ethan’s smaller frame with imposing physical presence. Then, without warning or preamble, he reached down, took Ethan’s wrist in his massive hand, and placed it deliberately between his enormous thighs.

Ethan’s fingers instinctively curled against the warm, solid mass, pressing into muscle so dense it barely yielded to the pressure. His eyes widened slightly, pupils dilating with unmistakable response to this extraordinary contact.

Dylan leaned in, his breath hot against Ethan’s ear, his voice dropping to a register that vibrated through the smaller man’s body. “No rush,” he whispered, the words carrying both promise and submission. “I can wait.”

Then, with the same controlled deliberation, he pulled back, easing himself down to the ground again, resting his hands in his thick lap with patient acceptance.

Ethan exhaled slowly, running his tongue over his lower lip as he processed this unexpected display of willing submission from such a physically dominant specimen.

Then, without another word, he turned and walked back inside, the door closing behind him with a soft click of finality.

Dylan waited.

And when the time came…

he would be ready.

Ethan wasn’t sure what he expected when he stepped outside The Chapel, but deep down, he didn’t really believe Dylan would still be there.

Nobody waited two hours outside a pub for someone they barely knew.

Not even someone like Dylan Kincaid—a man so physically perfect, so monstrously built, that he could have walked into any room, snapped his fingers, and had people falling at his feet.

And yet, as Ethan exited through the side door, the cool night air brushing against his skin with refreshing crispness after hours in the warm pub atmosphere, he turned to his left and there he was.

Dylan sat on the pavement, his enormous frame folded against the wall, resting his thick forearms across his bent knees. The streetlight cast deep shadows across the extraordinary topography of his physique, emphasizing the peaks and valleys of development that defied his nineteen years. He looked unreal in this lighting, like a fallen titan waiting patiently for resurrection, his massive body somehow even more imposing in repose than in movement.

Ethan swallowed hard, the reality of Dylan’s presence registering with unexpected force.

This was real.

Dylan’s piercing eyes locked onto him instantly, and without hesitation, he rose to his feet, unfolding himself like a god of war preparing for battle. Every movement was fluid, powerful, controlled—his ridiculous chest stretching the fabric of his neon hoodie with renewed vigor, his powerful thighs shifting beneath his painted-on joggers like tectonic plates realigning.

He stood before Ethan, squared his massive shoulders, and simply asked,

“What would you like me to do?”

Ethan blinked, momentarily thrown by the directness of the question.

His mind stuttered, possibilities multiplying too rapidly for coherent thought.

He hadn’t even considered what came next—not really.

Because this shouldn’t be happening.

Because things like this didn’t happen in the real world.

Yet here he was, standing in front of the most physically overwhelming man he had ever seen, and Dylan was just waiting. Expectant. Ready.

Ethan hesitated, searching Dylan’s face for any sign of hesitation, of uncertainty—some evidence that this was an elaborate joke or misunderstanding. But there was none. Dylan’s expression contained only serene acceptance, absolute certainty in his purpose.

Instead of responding verbally, Dylan took Ethan’s hands, gripping them firmly with gentle guidance, and raised them to his colossal chest. Ethan’s fingers connected with the solid wall of muscle beneath thin fabric, the sheer density and warmth radiating through the material.

Ethan gasped softly, his fingers involuntarily squeezing the extraordinary development beneath his palms. The pectoral muscles were like nothing he’d ever encountered—each one larger than his entire hand, so densely packed with fiber that they barely yielded to pressure, yet warm and alive beneath his exploring touch.

And then, without warning, Dylan leaned in.

His lips brushed against Ethan’s—gentle, but firm, offering himself, yielding, allowing Ethan to take whatever he wanted.

Ethan responded instinctively, claiming the kiss, deepening it, his grip on Dylan’s body tightening, his fingers roaming over every inch of accessible magnificence.

Dylan shuddered under his touch, a ripple of response moving through his massive frame, but never pulled away, never hesitated in his surrender.

When they finally parted, Dylan spoke softly, his voice steady, unwavering.

“I’m straight,” he said simply, the statement delivered without defensiveness or conflict. “But my purpose is to serve men however they want. Without question.”

Ethan stared at him, searching for any hint of deception or uncertainty in those clear eyes. The contradiction should have been jarring—this monument to masculinity, this physical embodiment of dominance, declaring himself both heterosexual and devoted to male service in the same breath.

“This is bullshit,” Ethan said finally, skepticism sharpening his tone. “You really expect me to believe that?”

Dylan just nodded, his expression unchanging. “It’s the truth,” he replied with the same calm certainty that characterized his every statement.

Ethan narrowed his eyes, challenge rising within him. “Prove it,” he demanded.

Dylan didn’t miss a beat, didn’t flinch at the sudden shift in tone.

“I already have,” he said. “With Harry’s friend.”

Ethan felt his stomach tighten with sudden, unexpected jealousy. “Harry’s friend?” The question emerged sharper than intended, betraying emotional investment he hadn’t planned to reveal.

Dylan nodded, still utterly calm. “In an office,” he elaborated. “He used me however he wanted. Told me what to do. I obeyed.”

Ethan exhaled sharply as the implications registered fully.

This was real.

Dylan was real.

Dylan wanted this. Needed this.

“Take me back with you,” Dylan said, his voice maintaining its steady, assured quality. “Use me however you like.”

Ethan hesitated, conflicting impulses battling within him.

This was too much.

Too sudden.

Too perfect.

Was this some kind of trap? Was Dylan playing him? What if this wasn’t genuine submission but some elaborate scheme with unknown purpose?

For the first time since their encounter began, fear flickered in Ethan’s mind, injecting caution into his calculations.

What if he got Dylan back to his flat, and suddenly, this beast of a man overpowered him? The physical disparity between them was undeniable. Dylan was twice his size, more than twice as strong. If this was some kind of sick game, Ethan would have no chance of resistance.

He needed a test.

Something that would force Dylan to prove himself, right here, right now.

Something so outrageous, so potentially humiliating, that if Dylan complied, there could be no further doubt about his sincerity.

Ethan inhaled slowly, letting his gaze travel once more over Dylan’s obscene frame, then finally smirked, decision made.

“Take them off,” he ordered, nodding toward Dylan’s skin-tight compression joggers.

Dylan obeyed instantly.

Without a second thought, without looking around to check for potential observers on the deserted street, he gripped the waistband, peeled the tight fabric down over his monstrous thighs, and stepped out of them completely. His golden-tanned skin seemed to glow under the dim streetlight, flawless and smooth despite the extraordinary development beneath.

Then, without being asked, he picked up the discarded garment, folded it neatly, and stuffed it into Ethan’s bag with deliberate care.

Ethan swallowed hard, momentarily stunned by this unhesitating compliance.

Jesus Christ.

Dylan was now standing in nothing but a pair of bright red boxer briefs, stretched to their absolute limit over his impossibly thick thighs and gloriously sculpted glutes. The fabric, never designed to contain such extraordinary development, was already beginning to ride up, unable to hold back the sheer force of his powerful lower body. The tight material clung desperately to each curve and contour, revealing rather than concealing the magnificent architecture beneath.

“Turn around,” Ethan commanded, his voice gaining confidence with each successful test of Dylan’s obedience.

Dylan obeyed without hesitation, presenting his back and lower half for inspection.

Ethan exhaled sharply, his smirk widening as he took in the view.

The fabric had ridden up even higher at the back, the insane mass of Dylan’s glutes forcing the material to bunch, barely covering anything at all. The sight was obscene in its magnificence, vulgar in its perfection.

And Dylan just stood there, on display, waiting for Ethan to make the next move.

Ethan had never been so thoroughly aroused in his entire life. The evidence of his response strained against his own clothing, unmistakable in its intensity.

Satisfied with Dylan’s demonstration of obedience, he stepped forward, placing a firm hand on the young muscle god’s waist, his fingers pressing into the unyielding muscle beneath warm skin.

Dylan’s breath hitched slightly, the only indication that he was affected by these developments.

Ethan’s smirk deepened, satisfaction radiating from him as he recognized the full extent of his newfound power over this physical colossus.

“This way, Muscle Boy,” Ethan murmured, the epithet deliberate and possessive.

Without another word, he grabbed Dylan’s massive glutes, squeezing firmly, feeling the extraordinary density beneath his fingers, before wrapping an arm around his impossibly wide lower back and steering him down the street.

Dylan followed without hesitation or resistance, his massive, nearly naked body moving in perfect submission, the streetlight casting dramatic shadows across every deep-cut muscle group, highlighting the sheer abnormality of his development against the ordinary backdrop of the quiet town.

Ethan’s grip tightened as they walked, his fingers digging into the warm flesh with proprietary confidence. His mind raced with possibilities, with plans, with the recognition of everything this beautiful monster could become in his hands.

Tonight was going to be incredible.

I think it is evident based on the theme of my stories that I consider myself a submissive bottom, and consider it a compliment to be referred to as a faggot. I enjoy sex with dominant men that are not afraid to use my holes, and it seems the rougher they are and the more degrading they are, the more I enjoy it.

Sure, there is probably a lot of unpacking I need to do with a good therapist to understand the root cause of this desire to be disrespected. Sure, I’ve attempted therapy over the years, but instead of trying to spend time figuring that out, I’ve decided to embrace my faggot identify. I even have a Dom that is the keyholder to my caged cock.

Since I’ve leaned into my submissive wants and needs, I tend to hook up with Dom men who can deliver what I crave I recently met up with a Dom that was one of my most favorite encounters in recent years. This is that story.

We met in a hotel room. I was the one who secured the room and used it to prepare for our tryst. I was only wearing a jockstrap and left the door opened just a crack. I’d laid out leather wrist cuffs on the bed. When the Dom arrived, he secured them on me.

Before I go any further, let me describe the Dom. He was a White man in his mid 30’s, 6’3”, 205#, beefy, brown short hair, short cropped dark beard, dark brown eyes and handsome as fuck. His chest was slightly hairy, his cock was nine inches cut, easily, with a big mushroom head to cap it off.

I was face down on all fours, looking downward towards the carpet. The Dom pushed my head up and asked,

“Are you ready to get used today, faggot?”

“Yes Sir”

“Good faggot”, he said and then said, “Don’t fucking look at me, you’re here to get fucked!”

He walked around me and smacked my ass around a few times. Then he bent down behind me and started to eat my hole out. Smacking it over and over.

“That’s a nice fuck hole, faggot!”

“Thank you, Sir!”, I moaned as he continued to make my hole feel so good. He would spit in my hole and then push his face back in there, really working me into a frenzy.

Then he pushed down his sweatpants and rubbed his hard cock over my crack, teasing me, slapping my ass with his hand and his big dick, then he went back to eating it out again.

“Oohhh, yes Sir. Thank you, Sir’, I repeated.

He smacked my ass again, and rubbed his cock all over my ass.

“You want my dick, faggot?”, with another smack to the ass.

“Yes, yes, please, Sir!”, I pleaded.

He teased my ring with his cockhead.

“You want my dick? Beg me again, faggot!”

“Yes, please, Sir! I want you to fuck me, Sir! Please!”, growing more desperate.

He smacked my ass again and then put his cock right into me, about half way. It was so big and thick.

“Ohhh, thank you, Sir!”

“Take all that fucking dick, faggot!”, he said snapping the waistband of my jockstrap.

“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir!”

“You’re opening up real good for me, faggot. That hole is fucking open!”

Now he gave me a series of harder smacks as he deep stroked into me.

“Ohhhh thank you, Sir!”

Then he grabbed me under my chin holding my head up and smacked my ass more, and when he stopped he fucked me even harder.

“Ooohhh, thank you, Sir!”

“You like my dick, faggot? Tell me you like my dick!”

“I love it, Sir!”

“Your hole is swallowing my cock, faggot!”

Then he pulled out and turned my ass pink, smacking me even harder.

“Let’s see how that other hole feels, faggot!”

He turned me around and I began to suck his big dick.

“Can you taste your ass on my dick?”

“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir!”

After a few more more minutes, he pulled out and began to smack my cheeks, not gently, there were audible “cracks” as his open hand hit my flesh. I do get into getting smacked around and had mentioned this to this Dom before we met. He wasn’t shy about doing it, which was awesome.

Then he shoved his cock right back down my throat.

“You were made to be used by cock, weren’t you, faggot?”

I moaned.

“Say Yes Sir while you’re sucking my cock, faggot!”

“Yeth Thir!”

“Say Yes Sir while your mouth is full of my cock!”

“Yeth Thir!”

He guided my head over his long and thick masterpiece.

“Ohh yes, suck it, faggot!”

Then he pulled it out and started to beat my face with it. It was hefty and hard and I loved getting dick-whipped!

Back in my mouth again, pushing my head down as far as it would go, not caring if I was choking or gagging. He held my head tightly and pumped his cock down my throat.

“Lucky you, you get to suck such a big dick!”

“I am lucky Sir, very lucky, Sir!”

“Lucky faggot!”

Then he smacked my face a couple of times, more dick whipping, then back down my throat again.

All the while my hands were still bound together.

I looked up at the Dom while I was sucking him.

He smacked me hard a couple of times across the face.

“I told you not to fucking look at me, faggot!”

“I’m sorry, Sir!”

“You are one sorry faggot”, then continued to destroy my throat.

“Come on cocksucker, you can do better than that!”

After more face fucking he pulled out.

“Get on your fucking back and spread your legs for me, faggot!”

“Yes Sir!”

“You’re here to please me, faggot, aren’t you, faggot!”

“Yes Sir!”

The Dom spit into my hole, rubbed his shlong against my crack more and finally shoved it deep inside. On my back it felt so much deeper!

“You like my big dick, faggot?”

“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir!”

The Dom proceeded to fuck me with more intensity.

“Ohhhh, yes Sir! Yesss Sir!”, I cried out.

“Ohhh yeah, please fuck me!”

“You fucking slut, take my dick!”

More smacks to my ass with his open hand. My legs now in his hand as he deep dicked me.

I was still crying out, “ohhhh yeah, oohhh fuck”, over and over again as he was hammering my hole.

Now I was flipped back onto my knees, ass up face down. More smacks to my ass continued, the hardest yet.

“Ooh, thank you, Sir!”

Then there were more.

“Thank you, Sir!”

The Dom mounted the bed and climbed over me, this was the deepest he drove into me, I could feel his huge balls pressing up against me. It was a very deep drilling that left me breathless!

Then he put his foot in my face.

“Lick my foot, faggot while I fuck that hole!”

I licked his dirty foot with so much vigor and hunger.

“Thank you, Sir!” I yelled! His cock felt so good up my ass.

Then his foot pressed the back of my head into the mattress.

“You want me to cum in that hole? You want that hole full of cum?”

“Ohhhh yes Sir! Please! Ohhh Yes Sir! Ohhhhh!”

The Dom blasted his load deep up my ass so hard.

“What do you say, bitch?”

“Thank you, Sir!”

The Dom pushed and churned his load into my hole, smacking it around.

Then he unhooked my wrist cuffs, put on his clothes and said,

“I’m fucking done with you now”, and left me there. It was so awesome to be used like this!

After he left, I pushed some his Alpha seed out of my ass, as I really wanted to taste it. It was delicious!

When I looked in the mirror, my cheeks were red from all that face slapping and my ass cheeks were also rosy. I had the widest smile on my face.

I texted the Dom to thank him for a great time.

His response:

“Don’t ever text me again faggot. If I need to fuck your holes again, I’ll contact you.”

That was the perfect response!

The Initiation into Divine Perversion

The chamber is dimly lit, the air thick with sweat, incense, and the scent of raw, unrestrained desire. The heat of bodies, the pulse of lust, the sheer weight of indulgence hangs over me like a heavy fog, intoxicating and inescapable. I kneel, stripped of everything but my hunger, my submission, my carnal need. This is not just a moment of pleasure—this is transformation. This is devotion. I came to offer myself , to be marked, to be broken and remade, baptized in filth, reborn in sin.

The gathered men surround me, their bodies gleaming with sweat, their eyes filled with hunger. They are not just participants—they are my initiators, the ones who will take me beyond the mortal realm of pleasure and into something deeper, darker, more eternal.

The first touch is electric, a hand gripping my throat, a voice whispering in my ear, “Are you ready to give up who you were? Are you ready to take in the essence of the divine filth that will consume you, are you ready to submit to the Dar Lord and receive his sin and convert your soul?”

I did not hesitate in my response. I nod. I am open and ready to receive. I surrender completely to sin.

The ritual begins. Every touch, every thrust, every toxic drop spilled inside me is a sacrament, a prayer, a devotion to the perversion that now claims me. My body is no longer mine to  own—it belongs to the pleasure, to the men who baptize me with their toxic seed, to the ritual that marks my transformation, my initiation into the realm of ultimate indulgence, my devotion to the Devil.

Sweat drips from my skin, mixing with the essence that fills me, marking me, infecting me with the irreversible proof of my submission. I am taking in more than just flesh—I am absorbing the power of every man who has entered this temple of perversion, their essence sinking into me, corrupting me,  making me more than human, making me a vessel of pure, carnal worship.

My body is stretched, filled, overflowing with sin. Every hole is used, every inch of my sweaty cum stained flesh is claimed, every moan and whimper is a hymn to my own undoing. I am drowning in pleasure, in sweat, in the thick, decadent proof of my rebirth.

A six foot white demon walks up to me and says sniff these poppers, as I sniff he keeps it there for what seemed like hours and then I fill immense pressure at my ass. He’s about fist me as my eyes water from the poppers waiting for his fist to enter this willing vessel. The world around me blurs as the rush of the poppers hits, a heady, intoxicating wave that leaves me floating, weightless, caught between reality and something far darker, far more decadent. The demon loomed over me, his white skin almost luminescent in the dim, hazy glow of the chamber. His horns curve upward, sharp and regal, his eyes burning with something between hunger and amusement. “You’re ready,” he murmurs, his voice thick, dripping with power. My body betrays me before my mind can catch up from the overpowering of the poppers. Muscles slacken, my breath comes shallow, my hole quivers in expectation, in submission, in need. The pressure builds—slow, unrelenting—his massive fist pressing against me, stretching me beyond anything human, beyond anything i thought possible. The pain is exquisite, an electric jolt that dances the fine line between torment and pleasure. He pushes deeper, knuckles slipping past the threshold, and I realize I am being taken, reshaped into something new, something otherworldly. I am no longer just flesh and bone—I am a vessel, a willing offering to this being of pure indulgence.

His lips curl into a smirk as he watches me struggle, watches me surrender, watches me open for him like a blooming flower drenched in sweat and lust. “Good,” he purrs, pushing deeper, his fist sinking in to the wrist. “You were made for this, take another derp hit and don’t stop till I say so.” The bottle is pressed against my nose again, the pungent, heady fumes of the poppers flooding my system instantly. My mind reels, my body goes slack, and my hole quivers around the massive fist buried inside me. The demon’s command echoes in my skull, reverberating through my very being, “You were made for this.”My lungs burn as I inhale deeper, my vision blurring at the edges, my muscles melting into pure, liquid submission. The poppers hit harder this time, sending waves of heat and numb ecstasy coursing through every nerve. The pressure inside me intensifies—his wrist, his forearm pushing deeper, stretching me impossibly wide, reshaping me in ways I never imagined possible.

He chuckles, watching me unravel, watching me becoming a slave to pleasure. His other hand grips my jaw, forcing me to keep inhaling, keeping me suspended in this haze of overwhelming pleasure, of raw, carnal surrender. “Don’t stop until I say so.” My chest heaves as I suck in another hit, my body twitching, my hole spasming, desperate for more. I am nothing but sensation now, nothing but flesh molded to his will. His arm moves—slow at first, deliberate, each push and pull sending white-hot sparks of agony-pleasure through your core. Then a sweaty cock is shoved into my mouth just as the demon starts fucking me with his fist. The moment the thick, sweaty cock presses against my lips, I already know the taste—the musk of my own ass, the raw, primal scent of filth and indulgence, the unmistakable proof of my own corruption. The head smears against my tongue, salty and slick, pushing past my lips without hesitation, without mercy. I am nothing but a hole now—two holes, stuffed, used, remade in the image of perversion itself.

The demon doesn’t slow. His fist drives deeper, stretching me beyond reason, beyond humanity. His forearm sinks inside me, his knuckles twisting, stretching, reshaping my insides. The pain is a distant memory now, drowned beneath the thick haze of poppers and raw, unrelenting pleasure. My body quivers, sweat dripping from every inch of my body, my mind floating somewhere between heaven and hell, lost in the abyss of absolute submission.

The cock in my mouth thrusts deeper, forcing me to choke, to swallow, to take it the way I am meant to. Hands grip my head, holding me in place, guiding me into the rhythm of pure, filthy worship. The taste floods my senses, my body nothing more than a vessel for this act of divine debauchery.

The demon growls above me, his voice thick with power, with hunger. “Look at you,” he purrs, his fist driving even deeper, filling me in ways no mortal ever could. “Made for this. Built for this. Born to be ruined.”

I gag around the cock stretching my throat, my body shaking as the demon works to open me from both ends, fucking me past the point of return. You are nothing but heat, sweat, cum, and sin—a holy sacrifice to the altar of indulgence.

And the worst part? I don’t just take it. I crave it. Then the demon swiftly pulls out his fist from my gaping hole he created. My scream is swallowed by the cock still buried in my throat, muffled by the sheer force of the demon’s claim over my body. The sudden, violent emptiness left by his retreating fist is instantly replaced by something far worse—far better, HUGE, His cock. Thick, burning hot, inhumanly massive.

It slams into me in one brutal thrust, stretching me in ways that should be impossible, splitting me open with raw, merciless force. My body arches, convulses, submits, and the only thing that escapes my lips is a muffled wail of ecstatic agony. I am forced to take another hit of poppers. The poppers flood my brain, my muscles limp and open, my gapping hole taking every inch as though it was always meant to. And it was. The demon owns me now, his cock buried to the hilt, throbbing with power, with lust, with the undeniable truth that you exist for this.
The one in my throat thrusts deeper, fucking my mouth in time with the relentless pounding of my ass. Every nerve in my body is on fire, overloaded, stretched to the edge of divine madness.

He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow. He doesn’t let me breathe. The demon grips my waist, his claws digging into my flesh as he slams into me. again and again, his cock reshaping my insides, forcing me to take more, to be more, to become the vessel of perversion I was always destined to be. My body trembles, overwhelmed, broken, perfect. His voice is thick with satisfaction, with something dark, endless, eternal. “You were made for this. You were born for this. And now? You’ll never belong to anything else.” I feel it then—the inevitability. The truth. And I don’t just accept it. I embody it.

Brutal, relentless, merciless.

I take the bottle of poppers from something licking my body and take the longest hit that I have ever taken. Then all of a sudden I feel 2 cocks enter me stretching my hole to its limit. Then I see it, two demons fucking me, licking each other then licking every inch of my sweaty. 

The bottle is slick with sweat and cum as I bring it to my nose, tilting it back, inhaling so deeply it feels like my brain is dissolving into pure, electric submission. The rush is instant—blinding, overwhelming—my muscles go limp, my hole quivers, my body begs to be used.
And then—I feel it.

A pressure unlike anything before, two massive, demonic cocks pressing against my hole at the same time, stretching me far beyond what should be possible. I gasp, choking on the thick, musky cock still buried in my throat as my ass is split open by two monstrous unholy throbbing cocks.  The demons growl in unison, tongues flicking over my sweat-drenched body, tasting me, devouring me as they force their way inside.

“Take it,” one snarls, licking the salt from my neck, his fangs grazing my skin as he pushes deeper.

“Open for us,” the other growls against my chest, his tongue lapping up the sweat pooling between my pecs, hot and relentless.

My body shakes violently, my muscles spasming around them as they thrust, together, as one, stuffing me to the absolute limit. Their cocks grind against each other inside me, stretching me so wide I feel like I might snap apart, but I don’t. I take it. My hole gapes, welcomes them, begs for more.

The demon fucking my throat grips my hair, slamming his cock deeper, his taste coating my tongue, his sweat dripping onto my face.

The poppers twist reality into a haze of pure, filthy bliss. My body melts into the filth, into the heat, into the fucking. Their tongues are everywhere—dragging over my throat, teasing my nipples, slithering down my stomach.

Then they turn to each other, mouths colliding, kissing hungrily over my ruined body as their cocks pulse, throb, split you apart. Their tongues tangle, their fangs scrape against each other, their growls vibrating through my skin as they moan into each other’s mouths, devouring one another while they fuck me raw.

One of them spits into my mouth, his hand gripping my jaw, forcing it open and making me swallow it down, to choke on the taste of pure perversion.

“Look at you,” the first demon hisses, licking the sweat dripping down my abs, his sharp tongue teasing my navel before flicking lower. “A perfect vessel.”

The other chuckles darkly, teeth sinking into your shoulder as his cock drives deeper, harder. “We should keep him.” My moans are nothing but desperate, mindless noise now, my body completely broken open, completely theirs.

The heat, the sweat, the overwhelming filth of it all— I are drowning in it. Addicted to it.

And as they fuck me harder, licking every last drop of sweat from my trembling, used body, I know— I’m never leaving this place.

And I don’t want to.

I take another hit of poppers it floods my senses, my pulse races, my body writhes—but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. Not until he allows it. Not until he’s finished breaking you.

His voice is silk, dripping with dark amusement.“Good boy.” “You’re mine now,” he whispers, voice like silk, like sin. “Forever.”
The words echo in my mind—“You’re mine now. Forever.”

My body is still trembling, stretched, used, dripping with the remnants of my corruption. My hole aches, pulsing, still gaping from the brutal, relentless fucking of the demons who claimed me. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of sweat, cum, and raw indulgence.

I closed my eyes, my chest heaving, my skin slick with the evidence of my complete submission. When I reopen them—I’m surrounded.

Thirty muscle pigs. Bodies glistening, covered in thick, dripping ropes of cum, their massive, heaving chests rising and falling, their musky scent intoxicating. The room is dim, bathed in the low glow of candlelight, shadows dancing over their sweat-slicked skin, highlighting every ridge of muscle, every twitching, throbbing cock ready to use me.

They stand over me, watching, licking their lips, stroking themselves, eyes filled with hunger, with possession. I am theirs.

One of them kneels beside me, his fingers trailing through the mess coating my chest, smearing it across my nipples before bringing it to my lips.

“Taste yourself.” My tongue flicks out instinctively, licking the salty, musky proof of my own filth from his fingers. The others grunt in approval, the sound low and feral, their hands working their cocks, beads of precum dripping onto the floor beneath them.

The one closest to me grabs the bottle of poppers, pressing it against my nose.

“Breathe deep, pig. You’re not done yet.”

The scent hits me like a punch to the brain, making my head swim, my hole twitching open in anticipation. A thick, meaty hand grips my thigh, spreading me wider. Another grabs my jaw, forcing my eyes up.

“We’re not stopping until you can’t take anymore. And even then… we’ll break you open even further.”

A hot, sweaty cock slaps against my hole, still slick, wrecked, leaking from the demons that came before.

The others close in. Hands. Mouths. Cocks. The first one slides inside. My back arches. My lips part in a silent scream. Your body welcomes them.

My head spins, reality twisting, unraveling in the thick, musky heat of the room. My body is wrecked, dripping, used beyond recognition, yet my mind teeters on the edge of uncertainty.

Was it real? 

The demons, the claws gripping my flesh, the white-skinned monster stretching me open with his massive fist—was it truly happening, or was I lost in the poppers’ haze, drugged into a waking dream while these thirty muscle pigs had their way with me?

I try to think, but it’s impossible. My body is still open, pulsing, gaping, every nerve alive with the remnants of brutal, unrelenting pleasure. My lips tingle with the taste of sweat, spit, and cum, my throat raw from being used.

A thick, calloused hand grips my jaw. He smirks down at me, his broad chest gleaming with sweat, his cock still leaking, still hard, still ready.

“What’s wrong, slut?” His voice is thick with amusement, just like the demon’s had been.

Another man kneels beside me, licking a long, slow line up my neck, his tongue just a little too hot, a little too sharp.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he whispers against my ear, his breath sending a shiver down my spine.

My body quivers, my hole clenching around nothing, still aching for more.

Did they do this to me?

Or had something else been here first?

My pulse races as I try to piece it together, but before I can make sense of it, the poppers are at my nose again.
“Breathe.”

My lips part. My body obeys. The fog rolls in again.

And just like that—thinking no longer matters.

My whole body limp from exhaustion covered in sweat and cum. The last man steps forward, gripping my hair, forcing me to meet his gaze. He is not just anyone. He is the embodiment of this whole experience, the one who will complete my transformation and infect me with the toxic seed I had been waiting for. 

His voice is low and dark, commanding. “Swear your devotion. Swear your surrender. Swear that from this moment forward, you are nothing but a disciple of indulgence, a vessel of divine perversion, nothing more then a pig willing to be used and to serve.”

My lips part, my voice trembling, thick with exhaustion, lust, and absolute submission, this is it. “I swear.” The words are a whisper at first, but they swell, growing in conviction, in need. “I swear my devotion. I swear my surrender. I am nothing but a vessel for the divine perversion that claims me.”

A murmur of approval ripples through the gathered men, their eyes burning with satisfaction, with the knowledge that I am no longer merely flesh—I am consecrated, sanctified by sweat, seed, and sin.

He tightens his grip of my hair, tilting your head back, his gaze dark and endless as he fingers my gaping hole. I feel a sensation that is a bit uncomfortable as if he is scratching my insides. He pulls out his fingers and there’s a small trace of blood dripping down. He continues to focus his stare reaching the froths of my soul. “Then take your final baptism.”

My mouth opens instinctively, ready, eager, desperate for the completion of my transformation. The final act of worship spills across my tongue, hot, thick, undeniable as he forces his blood stained, cum dripping, ass covered fingers into my mouth. I savor the taste and drink it down without hesitation, without regret, swallowing the last vestige of who I was, letting it settle deep within me, sealing my fate, binding me to this temple of indulgence for eternity. As I am intoxicated by the taste he thrusts his huge cock inside me.  Every thrust causing more and more pain from the internal scratching, realizing I’m about to be infected that’s why he did what he did. He knew this is what I was waiting for.  Every thrust there was more blood more pain then he started growling at me, guttural sounding. Then I felt a huge warm sensation flood inside me then he removed his throbbing cock and shoved it in my mouth. 

The room erupts into exaltation—hands gripping me,  pulling me into them, lips claiming my skin, tongues worshipping the body that is no longer my own but belongs to the divine hunger that now consumes me. I am no longer a mere mortal. I am no longer just a man.

I have been anointed.  I am ascended. I am the sacred filth, a disciple of ultimate pleasure, an apostle of excess.

And as the final echoes of this event fade into the thick, musky air, I realize—there is no going back.

I belong to this now. Forever.

“You’re so annoying,” Nal grumbled, rolling his eyes at his twin brother, Nil. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“Because you’re my twin, and that’s what we do,” Nil shot back with a smirk. “Besides, you know you enjoy the rush as much as I do.”

The two of them were lounging in their shared room, surrounded by posters of their favorite celebrities. A lazy afternoon sun painted stripes of light on the floor, illuminating the clutter of college life: half-finished homework, a couple of dirty sneakers, and a pile of comic books that had been hastily shoved under the bed.

“But what about dad?” Nal asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice. “What if he finds out?”

“He won’t,” Nil assured him. “Remember, the hypnosis wipes their memories clean. It’s like it never happened.”

The twins had discovered their power by accident a few months ago. At first, they had used it for innocent fun, convincing teachers to give them better grades or making classmates do silly things. But as puberty set in, their thoughts grew darker, and their tastes more… mature. They began to experiment with their power on unsuspecting men, starting with the mailman and gradually moving on to more thrilling targets, like the coach at their school or the cashier at the local convenience store.

Nal sighed, his mind racing with excitement and guilt. “But what if we go too far?”

“We won’t,” said Nil confidently, a glint in his eye. “We’re in control. Plus, it’s not like we’re hurting them. They’re just living out our fantasies.”

The twins’ conversation was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. They exchanged knowing glances and bolted to the door, eager to see who had arrived. To their astonishment, it was their uncle Larry, a burly, middle-aged man with a thick mustache and a penchant for telling boring stories.

“What are you two rascals up to?” he boomed, stepping inside. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

“Uncle Larry!” they exclaimed in unison, trying to play it cool. Nal’s heart was racing like a jackrabbit in a cage.

“Just the pair I was looking for,” he said, winking at them both. “Your mom sent me over with a little… project for you two to help with.”

Nal and Nil exchanged a knowing look, their thoughts instantly shifting from fear to intrigue. Project? That could only mean one thing: Uncle Larry needed a favor, and it was usually the kind of favor that paid well.

“What kind of project, Uncle Larry?” Nal asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

“Oh, it’s nothing much,” their uncle said with a wink. “Just a bit of yard work, some heavy lifting.”

The twins’ eyes widened. They hadn’t expected this. Uncle Larry was always good for a buck, but he was also the kind of guy who didn’t miss much. They looked at each other, weighing the risks. Nal licked his lips nervously, while Nil’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

“We’d love to help, Uncle Larry,” Nil said smoothly, stepping closer and locking eyes with the burly man. “But we’ve got this… thing we’ve been working on. A school project. Really important.”

Larry furrowed his brow, his gaze flitting from one twin to the other. “Well, that’s too bad. Your mom was counting on me, and now I’ve got to lug all that much by myself.”

Nal felt a sudden thrill of power. “Why don’t you take a little rest, Uncle Larry?” He suggested, his voice taking on a mesmerizing tone. “You’ve had a long day.”

Larry’s expression grew hazy, and he nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. I could use a break.” He plopped down onto the couch, his eyes glazing over.

“Remember,” Nal murmured to his brother, “we don’t want to push it too far.”

“Don’t worry,” Nil smirked, already stepping closer to their uncle. “Daddy Slave.”

With hypnosis trigger phrase hit Larry. he gestured for Larry to strip. The older man, now fully under their control, obeyed without question, his clothes falling to the floor in a heap. Nal couldn’t help but stare at his uncle’s body, noticing the way his muscles flexed as he moved, the dusting of gray hair on his chest, and the bulge in his briefs that grew more prominent as the hypnosis took hold.

“Now,” Nil instructed, his voice a low purr, “we need you to do something for us, Uncle Larry. We want you to… entertain us.”

Larry’s eyes snapped to attention, his mind now a blank slate ready for their command. “Yes, master,” he murmured, his voice deep and obedient.

Nal felt his cheeks flush with excitement and nerves as they began to explore their subject. They had never been this close to a family member, let alone used their powers in such a way. But as they gazed into Uncle Larry’s eyes, the thrill of the taboo only grew stronger.

They guided him into the bedroom, his eyes vacant and his movements robotic. They sat him on the edge of the bed and began to strip him of his underwear. His cock, now fully erect, bobbed with anticipation as they knelt before him, licking their lips hungrily.

Nal took the lead, leaning in to kiss the tip of Uncle Larry’s cock. He tasted faintly of sweat and musk, and Nal’s own arousal grew as he felt the power surging through him. “Yes, master,” Uncle Larry murmured, his voice thick with the hypnosis.

They took turns, one licking and sucking while the other caressed and teased, their movements synchronized as if they had practiced this a hundred times before. Nal could feel his own cock hardening in his pants, and he knew that Nil felt the same. They had never been so in sync, so connected in their shared desire.

“How do you feel, Uncle Larry?” Nal asked, looking up with a mischievous smile.

Larry’s eyes were closed, lost in the sensation of the twins’ lips and tongues exploring his body. “I feel… I feel amazing,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through the room. “Like I’m in a dream.”

“Good,” Nil said, his voice a whisper of authority. “You’re doing a great job, Uncle Larry.”

Larry’s mind still blank by the twins’ hypnosis, he murmured, “I feel… I feel like I’m in heaven, my masters.”

Nal felt his heart skip a beat at the sound of his uncle’s words. He had never heard him speak like this before, never seen him look so… vulnerable. It was exhilarating, and he couldn’t help but lean in closer, taking Uncle Larry’s cock in his mouth fully and bobbing his head up and down. He could feel the man’s muscles tense with every flick of his tongue, every suck and lick. It was intoxicating, this power they had over him.

Larry’s eyes remained vacant, staring straight ahead as if he was watching a movie only he could see. The twins swapped places again, Nil taking over with eager enthusiasm, his cheeks hollowing as he took his uncle’s length deep into his throat. Larry’s hands gripped the bedsheets tightly, his breathing growing ragged, but his gaze never left that faraway place, lost in the haze of hypnosis.

“Now, Uncle Larry,” Nal cooed, stroking the man’s chest with gentle fingers, “repeat after me: ‘I’m your mindless slave, ready to be served.’”

Larry’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze still unfocused as he repeated the words, “I’m your… mindless slave… ready to be served.”

The twins exchanged a devilish smirk. This was it—the moment they had been craving, the ultimate proof of their power. “Good,” Nal said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Now, Uncle Larry, we want you to lie down on the bed.”

“Yes Master”

With a groan of pleasure, Larry complied, his body splayed out on the bed like an offering. His erection stood tall and proud, a testament to the twins’ skills. Nal and Nil couldn’t help but admire their handiwork, feeling a heady mix of power and desire. They had never had a subject so willingly at their mercy before.

“Now we’re fucking your asshole,” Nal said, his voice filled with the excitement of the new and forbidden. “What did you say?”

Larry’s eyes snapped back to focus, his face flushing with confusion for a brief moment before the hypnosis took hold once more. “I’m your mindless slave, ready to be served,” he murmured, his eyes glazing over again.

Nal and Nil looked at each other, the thrill of the situation making their hearts race. This was uncharted territory, even for them. With trembling hands, they lubricated Larry’s asshole, the sight of their own fingers disappearing into him making them both quiver with excitement. They had never taken things this far before, but the power was too alluring to resist.

“Ready, Nal?” Nil whispered, his voice thick with lust.

Nal nodded, his hands shaking slightly as he positioned himself at their uncle’s entrance. He took a deep breath and pushed, feeling the resistance give way as Larry’s body accepted him without protest. The older man’s eyes remained vacant, his only response a low groan that seemed to come from somewhere deep within him.

“Fuck, yes,” Nal hissed, feeling himself get lost in the moment. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced—the power, the heat, the sheer taboo of it all. He could feel his orgasm building, the pressure building in his balls like a storm waiting to break.

But before he could reach his peak, Nil’s hand clamped down on his shoulder. “Look at me,” his brother demanded, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Nal looked over and watched as Nil buried his face in Uncle Larry’s hairy armpit, his tongue flicking out to taste the salty, musky scent. It was an unexpected move, one that sent a bolt of arousal straight to Nal’s cock.

Nal had never seen his brother act so… primal before. It was like watching an animal in heat, claiming its prey. Uncle Larry didn’t flinch, his body responding only to the twins’ commands. Nal felt a strange mix of jealousy and excitement, his mind racing with new ideas for how they could use their power.

He leaned in closer to Uncle Larry, his breath hot on the older man’s neck. “How does it feel, Uncle Larry?”

Their uncle’s voice was low and gruff, “It feels… it feels like I’m not in control,” he murmured, his eyes still glazed with the power of their hypnosis.

Nal watched, his breath catching in his throat, as Nil’s tongue darted out to taste the salty, musky flesh of Uncle Larry’s armpit. The sight was almost too much for him to handle, the taboo nature of it making his cock throb even more intensely. “You’re not, Uncle Larry,” he whispered, his own voice filled with a mix of lust and power. “You’re ours to command.”

Larry’s sweaty, hairy armpit was like a newfound playground for Nil’s eager tongue. He sniffed deeply, inhaling the musky scent that was uniquely male and oddly comforting, considering the situation. His tongue darted out, tentatively at first, tasting the salty flesh. It was a sensation he had never experienced before, and yet it sent shivers of delight down his spine. The coarse hairs tickled his nose, the scent of his uncle’s arousal growing stronger with each pass of his tongue.

Nal watched, his own arousal spiking as he felt his brother’s excitement. He knew they had crossed a line, but the thrill was too great to resist. He began to pump into Larry with more vigor, the older man’s body reacting instinctively to the twins’ touch. Nal leaned in closer, his own breath mingling with Uncle Larry’s as he whispered, “Tell me, Uncle Larry, do you like this?”

“No I’m not,” Uncle Larry replied, his voice strained with pleasure. “But I can’t stop.” Larry said in Robotic tone, his mind a complete blank slate under the twins’ control.

Nal smirked, feeling his climax approaching. He reached around and began to stroke Uncle Larry’s cock in rhythm with his thrusts, watching the man’s expression contort with pleasure. “You don’t have to,” Nal murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Just let go and enjoy it.”

Larry’s eyes rolled back in his head, a deep moan escaping his lips. Nal felt the man’s muscles clench around him, tightening like a vice, and he knew he was close. With one final, deep thrust, Nal let go, filling Uncle Larry with his seed as his own orgasm washed over him.

The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the faint squelch of skin on skin. Nal pulled out, his cock glistening with Uncle Larry’s lubricant. He looked at his brother, who was still buried in the man’s armpit, his face flushed with excitement. “Your turn,” Nal said, his voice still shaking with the aftermath of pleasure.

With a final, lingering lick, Nil pulled away and took Nal’s place at Uncle Larry’s side. He positioned himself, feeling the slickness of the lubricant as he pushed into their uncle’s willing, yet unknowing, body. Uncle Larry’s eyes remained unfocused, his mind trapped in the hypnotic haze that the twins had cast over him.

As Nil began to thrust, he couldn’t help but marvel at the power they wielded. Here was a man, an architect at a prestigious construction firm, who in his waking life was a pillar of strength and authority, now reduced to a mindless plaything for their pleasure. The thought sent a shiver of excitement down his spine, and he began to fuck him with a ferocity that was fueled by the thrill of the forbidden.

Larry’s body moved in time with the rhythm of their desires, his mind a blank canvas that the twins painted with their depraved whims. His eyes remained unfocused, his breathing shallow, as the only thing that mattered in his world was the pleasure the twins delivered to his body.

As the tension built, so did the moans and grunts filling the room. The sight of his uncle’s cock bobbing with each thrust only added to the thrill for Nal. He watched with a mix of excitement and disbelief as Larry’s body responded to their touch, his mind lost in the hypnotic spell they had cast.

“Almost there,” Nil gritted out, his eyes never leaving Larry’s face. “Give it to me, Uncle Larry. Give me what you’ve got.”

Their uncle’s eyes were squeezed shut, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as the twins pushed him closer to climax. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with the scent of sweat and arousal. With a final, desperate thrust, Nil reached his peak, filling Uncle Larry with his hot, sticky cum. The man’s body spasmed around him, and Nal could see the pleasure reflected in his brother’s eyes.

“Your turn,” Nal said, his voice a low growl of desire.

Larry’s body was a canvas of pleasure, painted by the twins’ insatiable hunger for power and lust. His cock stood at attention, oblivious to the depraved dance happening around it. The room was a symphony of passionate grunts and slick skin slapping together as Nal took position behind his uncle. His gaze was locked onto the older man’s face, watching the unfiltered ecstasy that played out across his features.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Nal leaned over, whispering into Uncle Larry’s ear, “You’re going to cum for us, Uncle Larry. You’re going to cover yourself in your own seed.” Uncle Larry’s body responded immediately to the command, his cock twitching with anticipation. Nal’s hand wrapped around the shaft, stroking it with a firm, practiced grip. His movements grew quicker and more erratic as Uncle Larry’s breathing grew shallower, his chest heaving with the effort of holding back his climax.

The twins watched, their eyes wide with excitement, as Uncle Larry’s cock grew redder and more swollen. The anticipation was unbearable, the tension in the room like a tightly wound spring. Then, with a suddenness that took even them by surprise, Uncle Larry’s cock erupted. Four thick ropes of cum shot out, arcing through the air like a fountain of white-hot lava.

The first shot hit him in the face, a hot, sticky mess that painted his cheeks and nose. The second landed on his chest, spreading out and dripping down the valley between his muscular pectorals. The third shot landed on his stomach, the impact causing his abs to spasm and ripple. And the fourth… the fourth shot was the most spectacular of all. It went straight up, a powerful geyser that seemed to defy gravity for a moment before it rained down on them all.

Larry was oblivious to it all, his mind lost in the fog of their hypnotic power. His body was their plaything, responding only to their commands. They watched with a mix of amusement and fascination as he continued to spurt cum, his hips bucking involuntarily with each contraction.

The sight of Larry’s body reacting to their whims was intoxicating. Nal and Nil reveled in the power they held over him, the ultimate demonstration of their dominance. They had never felt more alive, more in control. The room was a mess of bodily fluids and discarded clothing, a testament to the carnage of their desires.

“Uncle Larry, can you hear me?” Nal’s voice was a soft purr, a stark contrast to the harsh reality of the scene before them. Larry’s eyes remained vacant, his chest still heaving with the aftermath of his forced climax.

“Yes…Master…I hear you…” Uncle Larry’s voice was a soft murmur, a testament to the depth of his entrancement. His eyes remained glazed over, pupils dilated and unfocused as the twins looked at each other, their own uncle now a mindless plaything for their darkest desires. Nal felt a thrill of power surge through him at the sound of the words, a heady mix of excitement and dominance, Larry is now a mindless sex toy for them to use.

“Good boy,” Nal whispered, his voice a seductive purr that seemed to resonate within the room. He stepped closer to his uncle, his hand tracing the lines of Larry’s muscular body, still slick with a sheen of sweat and cum. Larry didn’t flinch, didn’t react at all, his body a canvas of submission for the twins’ whims.

“Now, Uncle Larry,” began Nil with a wicked smile, “anything we say goes, remember?” Larry nodded his head, his voice a monotonous echo of agreement. “Yes…Master…anything.”

Nal chuckled, the sound low and sinister as he stepped closer to the now-compliant man. “Good,” he said, his hand sliding down to cup Larry’s chin, tilting his head up to meet his gaze. “Now, Uncle, we want to see how much you truly enjoy serving us.”

With a flick of his wrist, Nal brought Larry’s mouth closer to his still-hard cock, the tip glistening with the evidence of their shared pleasure. Larry didn’t resist, his tongue darting out to eagerly clean Nal’s shaft. The sight was almost too much for the twins to handle, their young hearts racing with the thrill of absolute power.

“Good,” Nal murmured, his voice thick with lust as Larry obediently licked away the remnants of his orgasm. “Now, let’s sock Nil cock and I until we cum again, yes?”

“Yes ..Master,” Uncle Larry replied, his voice a Robotic whisper as he shifted his focus to Nil’s equally aroused member. The room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat as he took his nephew’s cock into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.

With a smirk, Nil grabbed Larry’s head, pushing it down further, making him gag slightly as he hit the back of his throat. Larry’s eyes watered, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he took in a deep breath and pushed down harder, his cheeks hollowing as he worked on pleasuring the twin. The sight of their Uncle in such a degrading position was exhilarating for Nal and he watched with a mix of shock and arousal as Larry’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, his throat bulging with each thrust.

“You’re doing so well, Uncle,” Nal praised, stroking Larry’s hair as he watched his brother’s cock disappear and reappear from their uncle’s mouth. The sound of slurps and gags filled the room, creating a rhythmic symphony of debauchery. “I knew you had it in you.”

Larry’s eyes remained vacant, his mind under the twins’ control as he continued to service them. Nal felt his own arousal building again, the power dynamic turning him on more than he ever thought possible. “Keep going,” he instructed, his voice taking on a commanding tone that seemed to resonate in Larry’s core. “You know what to do.”

The moment came, and with it, Nal’s climax. He shot his load into Larry’s mouth, watching the man’s cheeks bulge as he held back the urge to gag. Larry swallowed it all, his eyes never leaving Nal’s, the very picture of obedience. The twins shared a knowing smile, the bond of their shared secret growing stronger with every passing second.

“Your turn,” Nal said, nodding at Nil. Larry didn’t miss a beat, moving to his other nephew’s erection. He took it in his mouth with the same enthusiasm he had for Nal’s, his actions fueled by the hypnosis that clouded his mind.

As Larry worked on Nil, Nal couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement watching his brother’s pleasure. The power they held over their uncle was intoxicating. He leaned back, stroking himself, watching Larry’s head bob up and down on his brother’s cock. “Look at him,” Nal murmured, his voice thick with lust. “He’s so eager to please.”

Larry’s eyes watered as he took all of Nil’s length, his throat tightening around the shaft as he deep-throated him. The sound of his gagging only served to spur on the twins’ desire. They were in control, and the sight of their uncle, a man who had always been a figure of authority in their lives, reduced to a mindless servant was exhilarating. Nal’s hand moved faster, his breath hitching as he approached his climax.

“Look at him, Nal,” whispered Larry, his voice a mix of excitement and challenge. “He’s going to cum for us.”

Nal’s eyes narrowed as he watched Larry’s mouth move rhythmically on his brother’s cock. “Yes, Uncle,” he murmured, his voice laced with anticipation. “You’re going to make him cum, aren’t you?”

Larry’s response was muffled by the flesh in his mouth, but his nod was clear. The twins’ eyes locked, the electricity in the room growing stronger as they approached their shared climax. Nal leaned back, his hand still working his own erection, as he watched Larry’s cheeks hollow out with each bob of his head. The sight of their uncle’s submission was almost too much to bear.

The tension grew palpable as Larry’s movements grew more frantic, his eyes glazed over in a daze of pleasure and obedience. Nal could feel the moment approaching, his body tightening in anticipation. “Look up at me, Uncle,” Nal instructed, his voice a low growl. Larry complied, his gaze meeting Nal’s as he sucked harder on Nil’s cock.

The sight of their uncle’s willing submission was intoxicating for Nal and Nil. Their hearts raced in sync with Larry’s deep, obedient throat movements. They could feel their climaxes approaching like a crescendo in a symphony of lust. Nal leaned in closer, whispering sweet nothings of praise and encouragement into Larry’s ear, his breath hot and ragged.

“You’re doing so good, Uncle Larry,” Nal cooed, body hand stroking Larry’s hair gently, guiding the rhythm of his bobbing head. “You’re making me so happy.”

Uncle Larry’s eyes watered, but his gaze remained fixed on Nal as he spoke in a robotic tone that sent shivers down the twins’ spines. “Yes…master…from now on…my body is property of my two master nephews.” His voice was a perfect blend of obedience and mechanical servitude, a testament to their complete control over him.

“Good boy,” Nal said with a smirk, patting Larry’s cheek gently. “Now, go get us some refreshments. We’re thirsty after all that activity.”

Larry nodded mindlessly and got up, his erection bobbing as he walked to the kitchen. The twins watched him go, a sense of power and excitement swirling in their chests. They had never felt more alive than in this moment of absolute control over a man they had once considered an authority figure. As they waited for Larry to return, they couldn’t help but revel in the sound of his obedient footsteps echoing through the house.

When Larry came back with the drinks, his eyes were still vacant, his mind a blank slate ready to be filled with their desires. He offered the glasses to them with trembling hands, his pupils dilated with arousal. Nal took a sip, savoring the cold liquid as he watched Larry stand there, naked and eager to serve. “Good boy,” he said, patting Larry’s cheek again.

“Now, we want you to do something for us,” Nal announced, setting his glass down. “We want to see how much of a good boy you really are.”

Larry’s expression remained vacant, but his eyes flickered with a hint of curiosity. “Whatever you wish, masters,” he responded in a monotone voice that sent shivers down the twins’ spines.

“Good,” Nal said with a wicked smile, tracing a finger down Larry’s chest. “Because we want to taste your cum.”

Without waiting for a response, the twins leaned in and began to lick Larry’s body clean, their tongues swirling over his skin. Larry’s eyes remained glazed, his breaths coming in shallow pants as he processed the sensation. The twins took turns, moving from his chest to his stomach, savoring every drop of their uncle’s essence. They had never felt so in control, so powerful, and the taste of Larry’s cum was intoxicating.

“Now, lie down,” Nal ordered, and Larry complied without a moment’s hesitation. The twins positioned themselves at either end of the bed, each taking a leg. They started to kiss and lick their way up his muscular thighs, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. Larry’s cock bobbed up and down with every touch, a silent testament to his unbridled arousal.

Larry’s body trembled as they reached his groin, his mind still trapped in the hypnotic haze they had woven around him. He could feel their warm breath against his skin, their tongues tracing patterns that made him gasp and writhe in pleasure. Nal took the lead, his eyes locked on Larry’s as he swirled his tongue around the head of his cock, savoring the taste. Larry’s hips bucked involuntarily, his body responding to the unseen command.

“Open your mouth,” Nil whispered, and Larry’s lips parted as if by magic. Nal took advantage of the opportunity, sliding Larry’s cock into his mouth and deep-throating him with ease. Larry’s eyes rolled back in his head, his moans muffled by the twin’s firm grip on his hips. Nal’s hand wrapped around the base of Larry’s shaft, stroking in time with the bobbing of his head, while Nil watched with a smug smile, eagerly awaiting his turn.

Larry remained hypnotized, unable to resist the twins’ commands. His body was theirs to do with as they pleased, and the thought of it only made him harder. Nal’s teeth grazed the sensitive skin of Larry’s inner thigh, eliciting a guttural groan that filled the room. The twins had become masters of their uncle’s body, orchestrating every gasp and tremble with practiced precision.

As Nal’s mouth continued to work its magic, Nil’s gaze never left Larry’s face. He leaned in, his breath hot on Larry’s ear. “You’re going to cum for us, Uncle Larry,” he murmured, his voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down the man’s spine. “You’re going to fill our mouths with your hot, delicious cum.”

“Yes…Master…” Larry’s voice was monotone, his eyes glazed over, as Nal and Nil took turns suckling on his balls, their tongues dancing in circles around his shaft. The twins had become one with their power, moving in perfect sync, each knowing exactly what the other was thinking. Nal took Larry’s cock back into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked with fervor, while Nil focused on the sensitive area beneath Larry’s shaft, licking and teasing until Larry’s body was a taut bowstring ready to snap.

Larry’s hips bucked as the pleasure grew too intense. He was lost in a haze of sensation, unable to form coherent thoughts. The only things that registered in his mind were the twins’ commands and the overwhelming need to please them. Nal released Larry’s cock with a pop, smacking his lips together as a string of pre-cum connected them. “Cum for us, Uncle Larry,” he ordered, his voice like silk.

With a guttural groan, Larry’s body obeyed. The twins eagerly leaned in, their mouths open, as Larry’s cock spurted hot, sticky ropes of cum. They took turns, sharing the salty treat, their eyes locked together as Larry’s orgasm washed over him. Nal swallowed greedily, his throat bobbing as he took everything Larry had to offer. Nil waited his turn, his tongue darting out to catch any stray droplets that escaped his brother’s eager mouth. The power they had over him was intoxicating, and they reveled in every second of it.

When Larry was spent, his cock twitching with the last of his release, the twins pulled away, grinning at their successful conquest. They shared a knowing look, the kind that only those who’ve shared a deep secret could understand. The taste of Larry’s cum lingered on their tongues, a forbidden flavor that only added to the thrill of the experience. They didn’t bother to wipe their faces clean, leaving traces of Larry’s essence as a badge of their victory.

To be continued….

I was 19 and living in my first apartment in Tokyo. I was a slender, fully-shaven femboy with milk-white skin and blonde hair, and I’d known I’d find an agent who’d be more than happy to help. I was English, but by some strange genetic twist I looked partly Asian. The apartment was on the top floor of a three-floor building in an area with almost no other foreigners. It wasn’t large, but it was fine for a student like me.

I’d dressed sexy on walks around my new neighborhood, and in very little time I’d been approached by a number of men, married and otherwise: I was fucking the vegetable guy, the café owner, the boss of a small printing business, and my hairdresser…and I was looking for more.

It was a mid-Friday afternoon at the end of the summer break, very hot, and I was at loose end so I decided to go a place the café owner had told me about the last time I sucked his cock. He ran it as well, and he’d told me to drop by some time as he opened at 4pm. I liked showing myself off, so I pulled on a purple lace G-string, some tight denim shorts and a tight-fitting black sleeveless top, put on some light makeup, lip gloss and perfume, grabbed my black PVC shoulder bag, stepped into my black Western boots, and headed out.

The place was quite busy, but Taka the owner saw me walk in.

“Hi Rick! Come sit up here at the counter! Over here!”

He pointed to a seat, and I sat down next to a man who looked to be in his mid-40s.

“Masa. This is Rick, one of my regulars.”

“Hello Rick, this is my wife Sachiko.”

We exchanged greetings, and I sensed that Sachiko wasn’t overly impressed. I wasn’t interested in her anyway: Masa had my full attention. He was slim, tanned, with a small goatee, and my gaydar was giving positive readings.

“What do you do, Rick?”, he asked me, and I told him I studied Japanese literature.

“You’re kidding! I teach Japanese literature! Did you hear that, Sachiko?”

“That’s nice, isn’t it.”

We started talking about Japanese writers, and Sachiko stood up and said she was going home as she was tired.

“OK honey, I won’t be long.  Any ideas for your thesis, Rick?”

“Literature on love between young men and older men…”

Masa smiled, and I touched his leg with mine. He didn’t move away.

“My apartment’s near here. Wanna fuck me?”

“Yes.”

I left first and waited for him down the street a little. The we went back to my apartment. I went in first, and while he was taking off his shoes I stripped naked. He gasped when he saw me and my hard young cock.

“You’re gorgeous.”

I smiled and walked over to him, put my arms around his neck and thrust my tongue into his mouth. He responded straight away, and as we were tonguing I reached to loosen his trousers and pull out his cock. He was wet already, so I started stroking him gently…

“No, no, I’ll come. I need to fuck you now! I can’t stay long!”

I pulled away to find my lotion, lubed my arse, bent over, and spread my cheeks for him.

He ploughed in. He was rock-hard and pretty thick, and I could feel him pressing against the sides of my tunnel. He started thrusting.

“That’s great Masa. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

“Aah. I’m going to shoot, I’m going to…ahhhh.”

And he shot in no time. A huge load. I guessed he hadn’t been inside Sachiko for quite a while.

“That was soo good, Masa.”

“You’re amazing Rick…amazing.”

“Wanna do it again?”

“Yes, but not now. I have to get home.”

“How about a kiss?”

He grabbed me by the hips, pulled me to him, and thrust his tongue into my mouth. We kissed for a long time, then he pulled out.

“I really have to go. When can I see you again?”

“Any time, just give me your phone!”

After he left I still felt cock-hungry, and I decided to go out again. I freshened up my makeup, put my gear back on, picked up my bag and headed off, but it was just before 6pm and I wasn’t sure where to go. I walked around for a few minutes and found myself in a quiet side street not too far from my normal area. There was one place open already, and as I headed for it I heard a voice behind me.

“You can’t go in there, my dear. They won’t like it.”

When I turned around I saw an elegant gentlemen in a dark grey kimono and Japanese sandals. He must have been in his mid-50s, and he carried himself very straight.

“I assume you are looking for men?”

I smiled. “Yes.”

“And with that lovely young body of yours I’m sure you have no trouble finding them!”

I smile again.

“I think I know somewhere you might enjoy. It’s very close. Would you like that?”

My interest was piqued.

“Yes.”

“Lovely, let’s go then. What’s your name, my dear?”

“Rick.”

“My name is Kenji.”

“What kind of place is it?”

“A place where young things like you are always welcome.”

After a few minutes we arrived at a nondescript building near the end of a dead-end street. It didn’t look like a bar, there was no sign, and there were no windows. The houses nearby appeared to be empty, and no-one was around.

“We’re here. They don’t open until 11, but they’ll let me in”, said Kenji, and pressed a buzzer that I hadn’t noticed.

The door unlocked, and in we went. The lighting was dim, but once my eyes adjusted I saw a small room with an L-shaped counter and seats for 5-6 people on the right side and an L-shaped sofa and small table in the corner on the left. At the back was a corridor with two doors. I guessed one led to the bathroom. A Japanese man dressed like Kenji but older was seated at the bar.

“Welcome!”, said the bartender. He was about 25, short, built like a sumo wrestler, and he didn’t seem to be wearing anything, but I saw later that he was in a fundoshi loincloth.

“Ah, it’s you, Kenji! And who is this lovely thing with you?”

“This is Rick.” And he smiled.

The man who’d spoken motioned me to sit next to him.

“I’m Yasunori, Rick. Would you like a drink?”

“Yes, whiskey and soda, please.”

“Kenta! Our whiskey special!” Yasunori lifted a finger to the bartender, and I soon had my drink.

“Cheers. How old are you?”

“I’m 19.”

“And so beautiful. Do you know how old I am? I’m 72.”

“No! You look much younger!”

When I was your age I could down a whiskey and soda in a single gulp.”

I picked up my glass and drained it. “Like that?”

He laughed. “Can you do that again?”

Kenta brought me another, and I did.

“How about three?”

And I did.

We chatted for 10-15 minutes and I gradually started to feel light-headed. This was fun.

“Rick, you’re so lovely I don’t think I can keep my hands off you!”

He puts one hand on the inside of my thigh. I feel my cock starting to strain against my tight shorts, and Yasunori notices as well.

“I think those little shorts need to come off…and while you’re at it, why not just take off all your clothes for me…and the boots too…and all your jewelry. I want to see hat sexy young body in all its glory.”

I loved showing my body off, so I do as he says and stand before him with my hard little cock on display.

“Lovely Rick, lovely”, and he runs his hand over my shaft.

“You know, there’s something Asian about you as well, isn’t there. You could be half-Japanese. And you’re in a Japanese bar, so why don’t we get you into some Japanese clothes. Go out the back with Kenta and he’ll put you in a fundoshi and give you some geta clogs. And let’s go all out while we’re at it and give you a Japanese name as well. How about Kentaro?”

I smile and nod. This was even more fun. I’d never had 72-year-old cock before. I thought I might get one, and I was curious.

“You can leave your clothes and bag here. Oh, can wipe your makeup off as well? Here’s a couple of cloths.”

I look surprised.

“Humor me! Please! I’m just an old man who wants to see what you look like as an ordinary Japanese boy.”

We go out the back and I stand naked wiping off my makeup while Kenta looks for the items. He spends quite a time rummaging but can’t find them, so he goes out to ask. He’s gone quite a while, and when he comes back he apologizes.

“Sorry Kentaro. I was looking in the wrong cupboard. They’re over there. Yasunori just wanted to talk to me for a minute as well.”

He digs out the items and puts me in a plain yellow fundoshi. He fiddles with my cock while he’s manipulating the cloth, and I start getting hard.

“Ever had a big boy before?”

I smile and shake my head.

“Shame.”

He grins, finishes tying it off, and I walk out. When I got back to the bar Kenji was gone.

“See! You look wonderful without makeup too! Kenji just slipped out for a while. He’ll be back later. You probably want another drink, don’t you. Kenta, another special!”

I didn’t know what was in these “specials”, but I liked what it did to me. I noticed that my gear and bag had disappeared – someone had probably put them away for me. I chatted with Yasunori and Kenji for a while but started to get sleepy, so I asked if I could rest somewhere.

“No problem my lovely young thing. Use the sofa over there.”

I wake up hung over and pretty groggy. I’ve no idea how long I’ve been out, and my blurred vision can only vaguely make out figures talking and laughing at the bar. I try to stand up but I sit straight back down.

“How do you feel?”

“Wh…what…?”

As my head clears, I see I’m on the sofa next to a middle-aged businessman in a suit.

“Who..?”

“I’m Hiroshi. Yasunori asked me to sit with you.”

“How long..?”

“About an hour. I was the first customer tonight, and you were asleep here when I arrived. I’m a regular, so I didn’t mind. He said you just flopped down and he didn’t have the heart to wake you, even though it’s your first night. You’re lucky. The customers here are mostly regulars, so it’s pretty relaxed. Other places are much tougher.  If you’re feeling a bit better, can you slip your geta on and get us a drink from the bar?”, and he slides his hand down the inside of my thigh. “And don’t forget your glasses!”

I have no idea what’s happening.

I didn’t wear glasses, but I put on the round-rimmed spectacles anyway and I can see fine. I manage to navigate the short distance to the counter. I’m starting to function a little better, and I notice another young boy in fundoshi and geta going through the door and into the back room with a customer.

“Ah, Kentaro! Good to see you feeling better!” Gentlemen, this is our newest arrival, Kentaro! Isn’t he lovely?”

I’m not sure what he means, but I smile back.

“Ah, the man at the sofa would like some…drinks?”

“Kenta will bring them over. You can go back to him now.”

I feel like I’m on auto-pilot or cruise control as I walk back and sit down next to the man, who puts his hand back on my thigh.

“Do you remember my name?”

”Ahh..”

“Hi-ro-shi.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t worry.”

He moves his hand up my thigh and starts stroking my cock through my fundoshi. I may not be fully with it yet, but my body responds to any man who’s around, and he smiles.

Kenta interrupts us for a moment. “Drinks for this table! The one on the left is yours, Kentaro.”

Hiroshi takes his drink and I take mine.

“Cheers!” He drinks it to the bottom, and I follow suit. He orders more, and by the time we finish those I’ve forgotten the strange turn of events and have my arm around his neck and my hand in his groin.

I’m about to kiss him when Kenta shouts “Welcome!” as he buzzes the door open.

Everyone turns to see the newcomers.

Kenji walks in and is followed by a half-foreign, half-Japanese boy. He’s slender, feminine, and pale-skinned, with tousled blonde hair, and looks about my height and age. He’s wearing my clothes, my boots, my makeup, and my jewelry, and he’s carrying my shoulder bag. He looks just like me. He IS me.

Kenji smiles at everyone.

“This is Rick. He was wandering around looking for somewhere to go so I invited him here. He’s from England.”

“Are you sure? He looks sort of Asian to me!”, piped up a regular.

The boy laughs, takes his bag from his shoulder, and pulls something out. “Well, here’s my passport, so I must be! Richard Clayton! And…I have my residence card, cash cards, student ID if you really want to check…and my phone, and my apartment keys, and my makeup…oh, and some condoms!”

Everyone laughs, and amid the haze in my mind I know that this isn’t good.

“No, I’m Rick!”, I blurt out. Silence, and then everyone bursts out laughing.

“The new boy’s had too much to drink”…”I bet he wishes he was!”…”Not even close”…And they go back to what they were doing.

Hiroshi puts his arm on mine.

“I think you’ve had too many whiskey and sodas, Kentaro.”

“But I AM Rick, I AM!”

Hiroshi takes out his phone, snaps a picture of me, and shows me: cute bareface, and straight brown hair.

“But I’m blond!!”

“No, you’re not. And you can’t be Rick because Rick just came in and you were already here. You can’t be two people at once, can you? Now don’t make a scene or you’ll lose your new job.”

“What job?”

“Why don’t I take you to the back room for a while and you can rest. Come back when you’re calmer.”

Hiroshi leads me to the back room. It’s empty now, and he sits me on a chair, goes out, and closes the door behind him. I sit down, put my head in my hands, and try to figure out what’s going on.

A few minutes later the door opens. It’s the boy.

He sashays in, stops right in front of me, and puts his left hand on his hip.

“I’m in your course at university. Did you know that?”

I was blank.

“Of course you didn’t. I was the plain-looking, quiet half-Japanese fem guy who wore glasses, boring clothes and white underwear with brown shoes. The nerd. I noticed you on the first day of semester. You were so cool and sexy, everyone was looking at you. I looked too, but you didn’t see me even when I smiled at you. You didn’t know I even existed. No one knew I existed. Then I started to look closer, and I began to think about how alike we’d be if we were naked. No one else noticed that we have same body shape, complexion, and half-Asian face, that we could almost be twins. You know why? Because they were all looking at you and how sexy you dress and no one was looking at me in my plain old clothes. And then I thought that everyone would look at me if I dressed like you and no one would look at you if you dressed like me. That’s when I decided to be you. Mummy and Kenji and Yasunori and Kenta have always done everything they can for me, so I talked to them and we came up with a plan. Mummy dyed my hair blond, and then I watched you. I followed you nearly every day for a month. I listened to you talk, watched how you walk. I got to know everything about your life. Then came the waiting. You often went out on Fridays, so I waited by your apartment. The first three Fridays you went the wrong way, but tonight you went the right way. I followed you to that bar place and when you took that man back to your apartment, and I was listening outside the window while he was were fucking you wishing I was in your place. You know who fucks me? Nerds, fat guys, dirty old men in cinemas and park toilets.”

“I followed you on your walk afterwards, and that’s when I called Kenji to go after you. The whole bar visit was a trap. Kenji brought me your clothes and bag, and when they’d put you to sleep with the drinks Kenta and his boyfriend carried you to Mummy’s place. No one here looks twice at a drunken bar boy being helped home. Mummy tousled my hair and then dyed and cut yours, and when that was done they brought you back. We had to have people see Kentaro the new employee before I came in, so we put you asleep on the sofa before we opened. Hiroshi saw you when he came, and the other customers saw you as well. Now everyone knows you work here. Then came the best part, putting on your clothes! You have no idea how it felt pulling on a G-string for the first time and wiggling into those tiny denim shorts! I was so hard I could barely zip them up. Mummy did my makeup, and when I saw myself in the mirror I couldn’t believe it. I was Rick! Then I pulled on your boots and picked up your bag to come here and I knew that when I walked into the bar your life would be mine. And you can’t do anything about it.”

“What if my parents come visiting?”

“You parents aren’t alive any more. I overheard you telling someone. All you have is an uncle David.”

“Or go to the police?”

“You won’t get past the first step. Who’ll they believe, a fuck-boy working in a tiny suburban gay bar or an English student on a government scholarship with the ID to prove it?

“I could go to the embassy and report a lost passport.”

“Using what ID? I have it all. Anyway, if you try anything, you may even get hurt. Who knows?””

“But…”

“Shut up and let’s settle this.”

Rick unfastens his shorts and steps out of them. He’s wearing my purple lace G-string.

Then he takes off his top.

“Let’s go look in that mirror.”

He goes first. His buttocks look great in the G-string.

“Close your eyes.”

I do, and he takes my hand and moves me a little.

“Open them.”

I see a feminine-looking boy with brown hair and a simple haircut in round-rimmed glasses and a fundoshi next to a hot femboy with tousled blond hair and wearing makeup, a G-string, jewelry, and black boots.

“Which one is Rick?”

 “You are.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m Kentaro.”

“You’re going to give me everything I need to know about the men you fuck regularly. I’m going to live in your apartment, and I’m going to use all your stuff: your phone, your PC, whatever. I’m going to go to class as you and I’m going to take all your hot friends. Now, get on your knees and suck my cock.”

I don’t see that I have much choice, so I kneel down and he drops the G-string. He has a lovely arched cock, and all his pubic area is hairless and smooth. He’s also used my perfume on it. He sees me looking.

“I’ve had lots of time to get ready for this. Come on nerd, let’s see what you can do.”

I grasp his shaft, take it in my mouth, and squeeze it with my lips. Then I pull back, release, and go in again. I repeat this a few times and he gets harder and harder.

“Make me come.”

I tighten my lips around him, play with his balls, and suck back and forth. He shoots quickly, and a pretty big load.

“Swallow it.” And I do.

“My father was English and I grew up bilingual, but he’s gone. Mummy and I moved here was I was 16. We live 15 minutes’ walk away. Kentaro has never been to the bar before tonight, and only Kenji and Yasunori and Kenta know whose son he is. As far as everyone else is concerned, he’s just a new employee. If you meet Mummy anywhere around here, or in the bar, you’ll call her Mrs. Hara. You’ll live with her and wear my old clothes, and you’ll only come around here when you work. The rest of the time you can go hunting for older men and fat boys anywhere you like. The bar closes in two hours. Meet me out the back then. Kenta says there’s a door over there. I’ve put some clothes for you in that other cupboard. They should just fit.”

He gets dressed and goes.

I feel like I’ve been hit by a train. I try to think through what Rick’s told me. There must be a hole in the plan, but I can’t see it. The only things I have at the moment are the fundoshi and geta I’m wearing. I can’t get into my apartment, I have no ID, and I have no money.

“Kentaro, Hiroshi wants you…hurry up!” It’s Kenji at the door.

I straighten my fundoshi, slip into my geta, and go back to the bar. I see Rick at the counter talking to a customer, but he ignores me.

“Kentaro! Over here!”

Hiroshi is still on the sofa, but he’s been joined by another man.

“This is Shinji, a friend of mine. How about we all go into the back room?”

The rest of the evening is a bit of a blur. I remember them double-teaming me, then sucking a couple of cocks, then getting fucked by the other fuck-boy while a few customers watched. And then it was closing time.

“Thanks Kentaro. You did well tonight. Be here at 10pm tomorrow night.”

I was about to argue, but I realized there was no point.

“Thanks. I’ll be here.”

I went out the back and pulled out the bag with the clothes: white singlet, white short-sleeved shirt, very short blue school pants with braces, knee-high white socks, an old pair of sneakers, and…a pair of waist-high white cotton underpants. I put everything on.

Rick was waiting. “Oh shit! You look just like a schoolboy! It’s perfect!”

“Where are we going?”

Rick is fiddling with his phone. “You’ll see.”

In a few minutes we arrive at a small playground with a toilet block on the left and a bench in front of it. It’s empty at this hour.

“Read this”, he says, and hands me his phone. He’s on a cruising site for fat guys who like slim guys, and his post reads: Ken, slim nerdy half-English guy. Likes to suck big Japanese guys. Last cubicle on the right, toilets at XX park in 5 minutes. I’m in my underwear.

“Take the shirt and pants off and get in there.”
“But…”

“I said…”

I strip off to my singlet and underpants and go into the toilets. I’ve been waiting about 10 minutes when a huge guy in a singlet and shorts comes to the open door. I can see folds of fat through his T-shirt, and his legs are enormous.

“You Ken?”

“Yes.”

He just manages to fit into the cubicle, somehow lowers his shorts, and pulls his cock out from a mass of flesh.

“Er, I don’t know if I’ll come…”

I smile, kneel down, overcome the smell of sweat and manage to contort my head so I can take him in my mouth without being smothered by a mass of flesh. It doesn’t take long to get him hard, and I’m good enough at this to make him come, although it takes longer than I’d expected. He shoots into my mouth, and I don’t want to swallow it, but he asks me to, so down it goes. He says thanks, manages to pull up his shorts, and lumbers off. I wash my mouth out in the basin and go back outside. Rick’s waiting at the entrance to the park.

“Welcome to my old world. I’ll walk you home and then I’m off to enjoy my new one.”