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Ridge

Beth asked, “Do you guys know each other?”

Tom said, “Yes Beth, this is Drake Ridgeway. He was my neighbor when we were kids, this is the Drake that I always told you about, the man we named our son after.”

I said, “Tom, it’s great to see you again. I would love to catch up, but I think we need to concentrate on finding DJ right now.”

He nodded, “Of course you’re right, what do we need to do first?”

I sat down and said, “Tell me what you know about the day DJ went missing.”

He said, “We really don’t know too much. DJ always calls us on Sunday, and usually once during the week. I knew we shouldn’t have let him move here.”

I asked, “Did he tell you what his plans for the day he disappeared were?”

Beth said, “Yes, when I talked to him on Wednesday, he said he had a date. They were going to some club downtown.”

Blake asked, “Did he say who his date was with?”

Tom took a deep breath, “I think his name is Noah. He said it was someone he had met at a new group he had just joined. DJ came out to us about six months ago.”

I was making notes, “So, DJ is gay?”

Tom sighed, “Yes, does that make a difference?”

I shook my head, “Not at all, we just need to gather all the information we can, he’s still missing. We will do everything we can to find him and bring him home safely. Do you know what club they were going to?”

Beth shook her head, “No, he didn’t tell us the name.”

I turned to Ollie, and asked, “What do you think, do you know of any clubs that underaged, gay college students might frequent.”

Ollie nodded, “My first guess would be Club 1902, at least that was the hot spot when I was in college.”

I wrote that down, “We should check there first. How about any of DJ’s friends? Can you give us the names of anyone that DJ talked about?”

Beth said, “The only one he mentioned was Todd, Drake’s next-door neighbor. He goes to U of M too. When I couldn’t reach Drake, I called him, and he went to check if he was home. Todd also tried calling Drake, and just like when I called, his phone went straight to voicemail.”

Blake asked, “Do you know Todd’s last name?”

Tom shook his head, “No, I’m sorry we don’t. DJ has only been here a couple of months; we don’t know a lot about his friends or his life for that matter. God, I wished we would have never let him move here.”

I said, “Tom, this is not your fault. This could have happened anywhere.”

Beth agreed as she took her husband’s hand, “Tom, Drake is an adult now, he wants to live his own life.”

Tom sighed, “I know, but he is still my son. I feel so helpless right now.”

I said, “That’s understandable Tom, but I promise you, we will do everything we can to find DJ.”

Over the next hour, we gathered as much information as Tom and Beth had. They left to go find a hotel.

As they were leaving, Ollie told them, “Ridge will not rest until he brings DJ home, he really is the best man for this job.”

Blake, Ollie and I went to my office to make our game plan.

Blake asked, “Where do you want us to start?”

I said, “I’m going to go to the college to see what I can find out about the group that DJ belongs to. Blake, you go talk to the neighbor Todd, and Ollie check out that club, maybe they have surveillance cameras.”

I looked at my watch and said, “We’ll meet back here in two hours to see where we are.”

DJ

DJ woke up in a dark room; the only light was coming from the small window above the bed. It was too high to look out of. His mind was racing, where was he? Where was Noah? Why was he here?

He paced around the room after trying the locked door. He didn’t have his phone or his wallet. His mind went back to the night before. As soon as he and Noah were pulled into the van, a rag was placed against his mouth and nose. That was the last thing he remembered. Although he had nothing but soda to drink at the club, he felt like he had a slight hangover. He was trying to clear his head as he heard the door being unlocked.

A man that appeared to be just a few years older than him walked in and locked the door behind him.

The man said, “I see you’re awake.”

DJ backed up against the far wall and asked, “What do you want with me?”

The man looked through DJ’s Wallet and said, “Don’t worry Drake, you are here to get the help you need.”

DJ scowled at the man, “What help? I don’t need any help from you. Who are you?”

He smiled as he handed DJ back his wallet, “I’m Sam, I’ll be your sponsor during your stay. Someone that loves you thinks you need some guidance and called us to help with that.”

DJ asked, “Who called you? What have you done with Noah?”

Sam said, “Relax Drake, Noah is fine and getting help too. It’s not important who called us. Now we just need to see how much help you need.”

DJ put his wallet back in his pocket, “I prefer DJ and I sure as hell don’t need any help from you. Now let me the hell out of here.”

DJ clenched his fists as if he was getting ready to charge Sam.

Sam shook his head, “Don’t get any ideas DJ. Even if you get through me, you won’t make it out of the building before the others catch you.”

Sam started to walk toward DJ.

DJ yelled, “What others? What the hell do you want with me?”

Sam was still moving closer to DJ, “Things will go much smoother for you if you just cooperate.”

DJ just pushed himself tighter against the wall. Sam took DJ’s hand and pulled him close to the bed and told him to sit down.

DJ asked, “What the hell do want from me?”

Sam sat next to DJ and said, “We just need to have a long talk about all the bad things you are doing.”

Ridge

I headed to the U of M. From the information I got from Tom and Beth, the group that DJ had joined was an LGBTQ+ group. I decided to start there; I also needed more information on Noah. The first thing I needed was his last name. Where was Noah now? Could he have something to do with DJ’s disappearance?

As I drove to the campus, I was still amazed at seeing Tom. It had been almost thirty years since I left Augusta. What are the odds that our paths would cross again?

I got my head back on the case as I parked in the parking lot of the Administration Building. I wanted to start by getting a little more information on the LGBTQ+ group.

The young lady at the reception desk listened as I introduced myself and told her what I was looking for.

She smiled, “I think Lindsey Carroll can help you with your questions Detective. She is our Student Group Coordinator.”

I quickly remembered Lindsey. She was the first person I talked to when I investigated the disappearance of Joey Morris.

I said, “Thank you. Could you give me her phone number so that I can set up an appointment?”

She said, “Her office is in this building, I can call her to see if she can talk to you now.”

I smiled, “That would be great, if it’s not too much trouble.”

She picked up her phone and quickly hung up and said, “She is happy to see you, she is in office 337 on the third floor. Just walk down this hall and take the stairs, her office is to your left at the top of the stairs.

Lindsey greeted me as I walked into her office. She said, “It’s nice to see you again, Detective Ridgeway.”

I nodded, “Good to see you too, Lindsey. I see you have graduated. Do you work for the University now?”

She smiled, “Yes, I am the liaison between the University and our student groups. I handle any issues that arise and take any concerns raised by any of the groups to the administration.”

I sat in the chair in front of her desk. I said, “Good for you. From what I know about you; you are well suited for such a position.”

Lindsey said, “Thank you Detective. But I am afraid you are here for another reason. Please don’t tell me that we have another missing student.”

I sighed, “I wish I could. But yes, I have another missing student.”

She said, “I will do whatever I can to help. What do you need from me?”

I opened my notebook, “Our missing student is DJ Willers, first name is actually Drake. He is a member of the LBGTQ+ group. He went missing after a date on Saturday night.”

Lindsey immediately started typing on her computer. She nodded, “Yes, all that is correct. He has been a member since the start of the semester. I, of course, don’t know anything about his date though.”

I nodded, “I understand that. Can you tell me if a student named Noah is also part of that group? I’m sorry, I don’t know his last name.”

She studied her screen for a moment, “Yes, I have a Noah Chang as a member. He joined the group about the same time as DJ. Is he missing too?”

I shook my head, “I don’t know. No one has reported him missing. I really need to talk to him to see if he knows anything.”

Lindsey gasped, “Oh no. You don’t think he has anything to do with DJ being missing do you?”

I shrugged, “I’m not sure. Like I said, I need to talk to him.”

She sighed, “I just remember last time with Joey and Tyler.”

I nodded, “Yes, I have to look at all possibilities.”

She looked at her screen again and began writing on a post it pad. She handed me the paper.

Lindsey said, “Here is Noah’s address. I’m sorry I don’t have a phone number.”

I smiled, “Thank you. I appreciate all your help.”

As I stood to leave, she said, “Please let me know if there anything else I can help you with. And Detective, maybe you can stop by sometime just for a visit instead when you are working on a case.”

I chuckled, “I will do that Lindsey, thanks again.”

I drove straight to the address that Lindsey had given me.

Devin

All of the research I had done on Ridge was mostly just through the police department records. Understandably, they really didn’t list any personal information on their police officers. I did a quick search and found that Ridge had been with Lucas Mills for over 12 years. Lucas worked at a lab in a local hospital. I will have to do some more research when I have time, or maybe I will get a chance to talk to Lucas when Ridge invites me to his home for dinner. I already had plans for today with other interviews.

After I left the police station when Ridge had to leave, I called Joey Morris. He was one of the victims of the Slocum sex ring. I knew he was living with Dylan Walker, another victim. I was hoping to talk to both of them at the same time.

Joey told me that he finished his classes at 3 and Dylan would be home from his shift at the hospital shortly after that. So, I grabbed some lunch and went through my notes from my brief talk with Ridge this morning.

I arrived at Joey’s apartment at 3:30 and he greeted me with a smile. I sat at the small table in the kitchen as he poured a cup of coffee for each of us. We were just about to begin our talk when Dylan walked in. He was a very nice-looking young man and looked great in his blue scrubs. We all sat back down at the table and started our talk.

I asked, “Which one of you was… um, taken first?”

I wasn’t sure what how to phrase that without sounding bad.

Dylan chuckled, “I guess I was. I wasn’t really taken, I kind of came here on my own.”

I said, “Wait, what do you mean you came here?”

Joey said, “This is the same apartment we were held in.”

Dylan said, “I was kicked out of my house when my parents found out I was gay. I was living on the street. A guy saw me and asked if I wanted to a place to live and a job. He brought me to this apartment, and I never saw him again. Tyler was already living here when I arrived. Joey moved in about six months later when Tyler moved out.”

I sat there in awe as they took turns telling me that a man by the name of Mr. Edwards basically bought them. He kept them locked in the apartment to use for his perverted pleasure. While they were being held, they developed feelings for each other. Once they were rescued by Ridge and his crew, they decided to stay together.

Joey is in his last year of college and will be a math teacher when he graduates. Dylan is also in his last year of college and will be a pediatric nurse. He already has a job at the hospital that he has been working at while he attended college. They also told me about the settlement they received that allowed them to pay for their college. Dylan noted that he would be working in the same hospital that Ridge’s husband, Lucas, worked at. In fact, Lucas helped him get his job at the hospital.

I asked, “So it doesn’t bother you to live here? Aren’t there any bad memories associated with apartment?”

Joey said, “Not really. I wasn’t here as long as Dylan, but my only real memory of being here is of meeting Dylan. That’s a good memory for me.” He smiled at Dylan.

Dylan said, “To be honest, I was glad to be off the street. I didn’t have anything, and when I got here, I was fed and had a roof over my head. I guess I have blocked out the stuff that Mr. Edwards made me do. Joey is also the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Joey added, “We’ve changed some things in here make it our own. This is our home.”

I sat and listened as they continued to tell me about their time locked in this apartment. They told me that it was Tyler that had ‘recruited’ Joey. They also told me that Tyler apologized a year later when Malik had also been kidnapped in Miami. They accepted his apology and even spent some time with Tyler and Malik in Key West. Maybe I would have enough information to write a whole series of books on Drake Ridgeway and the cases he worked.

They really were good together and I could tell how much they cared for each other. After about an hour and a half, I felt I had enough information.

I stood up and said, “I want to thank you both for talking to me. I wish you both the best and it was my pleasure to meet you.”

I headed back to my hotel room and called Mike.

He answered, “Hey, how was your day?”

I smiled at the sound of his voice. I said, “It was good. How about yours?”

Mike said, “It was ok. I miss you though.”

I said, “I miss you too. Where you busy at the shop?”

He sighed, “It was steady, nothing too serious. How did your meeting go with the detective?”

I chuckled, “I only got a few minutes with him. He had to leave to start working on a new case. He seems like a nice guy, and he invited me to his house for dinner. I did get to talk to a couple of the victims though.”

Mike asked, “How did that go?”

I replied, “Really good. I got a lot of good stuff. They just amazed me with what they told me. They didn’t seem bitter at all. They only talked about the good things that came out of the whole thing.”

He said, “Wow, I think if I had gone through something like that, I would be pissed forever.”

I said, “I know, I would be too.”

I thought a few seconds and said, “To tell you the truth, I kind of envy them.”

Mike asked, “Why?”

I said, “They look so happy together. They are in their early twenties and look like they have found their soul mate. I think about us, we were robbed of those years. I mean, I can’t say what would have happened if Conrad hadn’t broken us up. But we didn’t even get the chance to find out.”

He sighed, “I know, but we are together now. That’s all that matters.”

I said, “Yeah, you’re right. I’m really looking forward to you getting here on Friday. The weather is perfect.”

Mike said, “I can’t wait either.”

We talked for a few more minutes and said good night to each other. I took a quick shower and sat down to type up my notes from my talk with Joey and Dylan. I had picked up some dinner and a six pack on my way back to the hotel. After I ate and had a few beers, I crawled into bed for the night.

Ridge

There was no one home at Noah’s apartment. I talked to a couple of his neighbors, but they had not seen Noah in the last couple of days. I wasn’t too surprised; most people around here don’t keep track of their neighbors. I drove back to the station, Blake and Ollie should be back by now.

Ollie was pulling into the parking lot at the same time as I was. We walked into the station and found Blake already at his desk.

I asked Blake, “Did you learn anything from the neighbor?”

He sighed, “Not too much. He was more worried that his apartment smelled like weed and if I was going to bust him for having pot.” Blake chuckled, “Once I finally convinced him that I couldn’t care less about that, he told me that he knew DJ had a date with Noah and that that they were going to the club that Ollie mentioned. Noah’s last name is Chang by the way. He did give me the names of a couple of DJ’s other friends. I was just getting ready to call them when you guys walked in.”

I nodded, “Yeah, I got that too, I’ve already been to his apartment, he wasn’t home, and no one has seen me since Saturday night either.”

Blake asked, “Do you think Noah was kidnapped too?”

I shrugged, “Right now, it looks like it.”

Blake said, “Todd didn’t really know anything else. I have placed a call to the apartment manager to see is they will let us in DJ’s apartment. They are supposed to call me so we can set up a time.”

I turned to Ollie, “How about you?”

He held up a flash drive, “I have the surveillance footage right here, I’ll start looking at it now. I did talk to a bartender that remembers DJ and Noah being there on Saturday night. He said he didn’t notice anything strange and had no idea what time they left.”

I let out a deep breath, “So far we have just confirmed what we already knew.”

Blake asked, “Why hasn’t Noah been reported missing yet?”

I nodded, “That’s a good question. I think I will try to track down his parents or any other family. Blake, you talk to DJ’s friends and Ollie, check out that surveillance footage.”

I did a quick search of public records to see if I could find Noah’s parents. I found a William and Nora Chang that lived in a very nice part of Miami. William was a partner in an Investment Firm and Nora was well known for her charity work. They have had three children, Owen, 25, who had just started working at his father’s firm. Katie, 22, a senior at the University of Miami, and Noah, 19, also a student at the University of Miami. I called the Investment Firm and asked for William Chang.

He answered, “This is Willaim Chang.”

I said, “Mr. Chang, this is Detective Ridgeway, with the Miami Police. Can I ask you when the last time was you talked with your son?”

He paused, “This morning at our weekly staff meeting.”

I said, “No, not Owen. I was asking about Noah.”

Again, I heard a long pause, “I only have one son, Owen. Noah ceased to be my son when he decided to live the life of a pervert.”

I shook my head. How can a parent turn their back on a child when they need their parent’s support the most?

I asked, “So, you don’t care that he hasn’t been seen or heard from for three days?”

He said, “I haven’t seen or heard from him for over six months.”

It was clear that William Chang was not going to be much help. I told him what I knew up to this point and told him if he did care he could call me for an update. I hung up the phone frustrated.

I checked back in with Blake and Ollie. None of DJ’s friends had heard from him and Blake was going to meet DJ’s landlord at his apartment in the morning.

Ollie still had several hours of footage from the club to look at. So far, he saw DJ and Noah arrive at a little after nine and they appeared to be having a good time. No one had been giving them any trouble.

It was after 7pm and it didn’t seem like we would make any more progress today, so we called it a night.

 

To be Continued…

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• Vincent “Vinnie” Deluca – 20 years old. Dirty blonde hair with a swimmers build. A junior at the local community college, who currently lives at home with his father in order to save money. Openly out to his family.
• Salvatore “Sal” Deluca – 28 years old. Light brown hair with a muscular build. Lives in Los Angeles with his wife. He’s currently a physical trainer. Hasn’t spoken to his family in 2 years.
• Antony “Tony” Deluca – 45 years old. Divorced for 10 years. Father to Vinnie and Sal. Former high school football captain. He has dark brown hair including a short beard and a muscular physique. He’s the owner of the successful Deluca Construction Company.

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The Reunion

Antony’s POV

I sat on the couch in my white briefs and wife beater, channel flipping, waiting for my younger son Vinnie to get home from his last class of the year. He’s over at the community college, finishing up his junior year. He had finals this week and then we were going to head out on a bit of a road trip to see my older son, Salvatore.

Vinnie nor I had heard from Sal in 2 years. Three years ago, he moved out to Los Angeles, with a girl he met online and got married. They had eloped to Las Vegas for a quicky wedding, which made me think he might have got her pregnant. Almost immediately after, he dropped off the face of the earth. No response to our emails, calls, or texts. Even though it killed the both of us, we decided to give him a bit of space.

A week ago, out of the blue, Sal sent me a short but sweet text asking if we’d come visit him in L.A. Excited at the idea of getting our Sal back, Vinnie and I jumped at the opportunity and made plans to take a road trip out to L.A. to visit him once classes were done. Being the owner of my own company, I could pretty much come and go as I pleased.

While I was excited to get to see my older son again, I also desperately needed to get out of the house.

My wife left me 10 years ago for a “better opportunity”. I knew the “better opportunity” as my former best friend Mike. She left me the boys and the house and they moved across the country to somewhere in Florida. We haven’t spoken since. During the past 10 years I’ve been busy raising 2 boys on my own while running a very successful construction company here in town.

My dating life has been pretty dry. Not that I haven’t had sex in the past 10 years though. I’ve always found men attractive, and if I’m truly honest with myself, I think the time with my wife was just a layover on my way to being who I truly am. She just had to the guts to call it on our relationship first.

I started dabbling around with men at construction trade shows. A handicap bathroom stall handjob here or blowjob there. When the shows started happening in hotels, I would get a bit adventurous. Nothing like setting up private vendor meetings and suggesting my room for a nightcap or needing to hunt down a “lost” business card for them. These big, tough “manly men” sucking on my fingers as I bit their thighs, my Pringles can-sized cock sliding in and out of their gaping, hairy holes. It was fun.

But it wasn’t him.

Vinnie had come out to Sal and me when he was 13. We were both so happy for him and obviously due to my extracurricular activities, I couldn’t really get on some high horse against it. For some reason though I couldn’t reciprocate. I felt, to be a good dad, I needed to keep those parts of my life separate. To my boys, I was just a sexless heterosexual man.

We were a pretty open “boys only” household. Shirts and pants were pretty much always optional, but we did keep the barrier of always having underwear on. Gotta keep it classy somehow.

We also talked about sex openly, though when it was my turn to share, I only mentioned my pre-marriage encounters and not leaving my load-filled condoms on concrete vendor’s abs while I took a shower. Both of the boys were open, though Vinnie a little more so. Especially after he came out. He also started swapping out boxers and briefs with jockstraps when he turned 16. Sal joked he was close to breaking the house rules. I would just chuckle and discreetly give my semi-hard dick a squeeze before adjusting myself.

Vin has only had 1 boyfriend that I know of. His name was Jake, and he was senior to Vinnie’s sophomore in high school.

*****

Four years ago, I came home early one day to find Vinnie, legs in the air, getting eaten out by Jake on the edge of the pool. I stopped at the open sliding glass door and watched.

Vinnie had a ridiculous body. Shaggy, dirty blonde hair, well-defined abs, a high and tight bubble butt, and not a hair below his head because he shaved for swimming. He had gorgeous olive skin being Italian and spending so much time at the pool.

I watched as Jake kissed each of my son’s butt cheeks and spat on his hole before diving back in. Vinnie’s hands ran through Jake’s reddish-brown hair. He found the back of his head and pulled him tight against his hole, letting out a loud moan.

I had been onsite earlier that the day, so I was just wearing jeans, a green plaid button-down shirt, and Timberland boots. I slowly began to undo my belt, trying not to make any noise. My left hand slid down into my white Hanes briefs to squeeze my hardon, never taking my eyes off of the boys.

It was quiet except for my son’s moans and the hum of the refrigerator next to me. I couldn’t hear what Vinnie said to him, but Jake got up and started stroking his own dick, eyeing my son’s hole like his prey. Vinnie reached down and pulled his smooth hole open. Fuck. I tugged my underwear down a bit and my rock hard 12-inches sprung up flinging a bit of pre-cum onto the screen door. I smeared some of the pre-cum from the slit of my dick and started slowly stroking, my mouth open in a daze. I couldn’t believe I was watching this. I couldn’t believe I was stroking myself to this.

Jake aligned his dick and lowered himself into Vinnie’s hole as my son’s head shot back with a loud moan. After a minute, Jake’s slow grinding started picking up speed. Pulling all the way out and then ramming his dick back into my son. Vinnie reached up and stuck a thumb in Jake’s mouth. Jake sucked on it while he pinched my son’s nipples. It was clumsy but it was hot. Their bodies were glistening with sweat and sunscreen.

I started picking up speed with my stroking too. My other hand reached up my hairy chest to pinch one of my nipples. I closed my eyes and let out a low moan. When I opened my eyes, I accidentally made direct eye contact with Jake.

“Fuck” I thought.

Jake winked at me with a devilish smile while he continued to rail my son. Vinnie didn’t notice. He was too busy stroking his cock and playing with Jake’s nipples. I watched as my son threw his legs behind his head and licked the tip of his dick. Fuck my son was flexible. Their grunts got louder. Jake’s breaths started getting shorter and he slammed into my son one last time, never losing eye contact with me.

“Fuck yeah, take my load!” he yelled.

“Breed my hole!” Vin yelled back.

That put me over the edge. I yanked my dick up and shot a huge load of cum covering my shirt and hitting my chin. I looked back outside and watched as my son shot his load all over his abs and into his open mouth and collapsed. Jake, still watching me, climbed over my son and licked his load from his abs. Licking his lips, he gestured for me to come outside with a nod.

I panicked, walked backwards into the shadows of the dark house and went to my room. I loved my son, but now I knew I wanted my son. This could never happen. I’ve always found both of my boys attractive, but I never thought of crossing any lines with them. After 10 minutes of internal monologuing in my room, I decided to hop in the shower to wash my load off and hopefully refocus on reality. I peeled off my sticky shirt, dirty jeans, and underwear with a pre-cum stain in the front and walked into my bathroom.

We lived in a new construction 3-bed/2-bath, with amazing marble and glass walk-in showers. I stood there under the hot water, slowly milking the base of my throbbing dick to get the last drops of cum out. The hot water felt nice. I had hit the gym hard that morning, and when you couple that with working on my feet all day, I was left pretty sore. I was proud of the hard work I put in on my body. I had a nice firm ass, hairy pecs, and decent abs. I might’ve bulked up too much recently, but I liked being big. I also keep a short beard. More like scruff than a full beard though.

I heard some commotion in the house and then a light knock on the door.

“Dad?” It was Vinnie. “I didn’t know you were home.” He walked into the bathroom wearing only a red jockstrap, while I stood there buck naked covered in soap. Thankfully my dick had softened a bit. Classic boundary-less, Vinnie.

“Hey bud” I said, looking at him and dipping my head back under the water.

“Have you been home long?” Vinnie asked. He was trying to see if he’d been caught by the pool. He leaned against the counter, casually watching me.

“No, I got pretty dirty on the job site today, so I hopped in the shower as soon as I got home” I said, not looking at him. I was starting to chub up again. Fuck. I could see a light glisten on his stomach where his cum had dried. I guess Jake didn’t finish the job. Rookie. I would’ve licked my son’s body clean.

“OK. Well, I can get dinner started while you finish up. Lemon chicken work for you?” he asked.

“Sounds good” I yelled, standing under the shower head, trying not to get turned on again. I watched over my shoulder as he walked over to my pile of dirty clothes. He bent over to pick them up exposing his beautiful smooth pink, cum-filled hole to me. A small drop started leaking out and began running down his leg. He casually walked to the door and then I heard the door *click* shut.

I reached back down and furiously started stroking myself again. Imagining myself bottoming out in that tight hole. Bending him over and breeding him in every room of this house until I ooze down his legs. Wrapping my arms around him tight and falling asleep with my hard cock buried deep inside him. I shot my load all over the shower glass wall. Without thinking I leaned in and licked it up, imagining it was Vinnie’s cum-covered face. I was in trouble.

Dinner that night was pretty normal. Sal pointed out the cum on Vinnie’s chest and Vinnie said he had just jerked off. He jokingly asked Sal if he wanted to taste it and Sal laughed. My dick twinged.

I’m not sure what Jake did or didn’t tell Vinnie, but a week later they had broken up. Vinnie just said he wasn’t interested in him anymore.

Life went on. Sal would go to his job at the local gym and spend his evenings talking about some new girl he met on Tinder that lived in L.A. Vinnie spent his days at school and swim practice. He spent his nights parading around the house in various jockstraps unintentionally flashing me his soft pink hole whenever he bent over. I spent my days onsite for my company and my nights at home trying to see my son’s hole any chance I got and going back to my room to jerk off before bed.

After Sal left, Vinnie and I pretty much kept to our routines. I was hoping this trip would break that up and get me back on track. No more obsessing over fucking my son. No more looking up father-son videos on Pornhub and imagining it was Vin and me. Just reset everything.

*****

“I’M HOME!” Vinnie yelled from the front door. He was back from campus.

“Hey bud! I’m in in the living room!” I yelled back.

Vinnie walked in wearing a black tank top and torn up black jeans, his hair pushed back under his baseball cap, the waistband of a black jockstrap peeked out as he lifted his arms to flip his cap backwards. He plopped on the La-Z-Boy next to the couch and threw a leg up over the arm.

“How’d it go?” I asked.

“Good. I think I’ll be able to keep my A in Calculus and my overall GPA” he responded.

“That’s great Vin! I’m really proud of you” I said. “You must be beat. Have you finished packing for tomorrow? We gotta leave around 8AM.”

“Yeah, I’m good” he said, tossing a causal glance at the bulge in my briefs and looking away. Even soft at 10-inches, my dick is hard to miss. Especially in briefs.

“You’re gonna need more than a jockstrap and toothbrush. We’ll be there for a few days, and we have to respect Sal and his wife’s house rules. Whatever they are.”

“Reeeeeeelaaaaaax” he laughed. “I have actual clothes packed and a couple swimsuits for his pool. I’m ready to play the sexless gay friend to the group of breeders.”

Oh buddy. I’m so sorry you feel this way.

“No one’s gonna ask you to be anyone but yourself. I’ve got your back on that and I’m sure Sal still does too. I’m just asking you to add a little more clothing for the visit.”

“Fiiiiiiine…” he said, while rolling his eyes jokingly. “…….Thanks. I love you, Dad.”

“I love you too, bud” I smiled at him.

He climbed out of the La-Z-Boy and jokingly stumbled over to me, falling on top of me. We hugged each other and laughed.

“OK” he said. Vinnie adjusted his body to a more comfortable position, and I suddenly realized he’s straddling me. My cock strained desperately against the fabric. It’s now nestled between my son’s cheeks. He didn’t say anything about it. “I am starving AND I’m done with my junior year of college.” His hands rested on my pecs. Fingers occasionally slipped under my wife beater to twirl my chest hair as he talked. “I demand food and fun!” He leaned back; his perfect butt pressed hard against my dick. There’s no way he didn’t notice. My hands found their way to his waist. I could feel that little strip of skin between the top of his jeans and the bottom of his jockstrap waistband. I felt pre-cum soaking my underwear. I fought every urge I had to push down on his waist and thrust my hips up.

“Of course!” I said. “Why don’t you go change and I’ll order us a couple pizzas. Then we can see if there are any new movies to watch. Sound good?”

“That sounds great, Dad” he smiled. He leaned back even more, pressing against my dick and hopped up. I stood up slowly too. As he walked down the hall, he unbuttoned his jeans that began to sag, showing me the crack of his ass before disappearing into his room. I looked down and saw the very obvious wet stain on my underwear. I quickly ran to my bedroom to put on a fresh pair and ordered the pizzas.

“Hey Vin!” I yelled. “Do you want a beer?”

“Uhhhh no, but I’ll take something with vodka in it” he laughed.

I made him a vodka tonic and cracked open a beer for me. I headed back to the living room and sat on the La-Z-Boy this time. I don’t know what happened before. He had to have felt my dick. It’s hard to miss. You would notice sitting on a can of Pringles. Did he do that on purpose or am I just hoping he did?

Vinnie came back out in his black jockstrap and backwards cap. He grabbed his drink from the kitchen counter and took a sip.

“Where’s my food and fun?” he demanded smiling. He walked into the living room and looked at me. “You’re in my seat”.

I shrugged and smiled. “You didn’t call it so….” I joked.

“Then I guess we’re going to have to share” he said. He walked over to me in the chair and turned around, bending over to sit down on my lap. I caught a quick glance of his tight hole. The tight hole that is now pressing against the side of my hardening dick. Jesus Christ. My hands moved to his waist to keep him from shifting back and forth.

The doorbell rang. It was the pizza.

“I’ll get it. I am wearing the most clothes here anyway” I said and gave his bare ass a light playful smack. I lifted him off me and made a quick adjustment to my dick. It’s still very obviously framed in my tight briefs. Vinnie leaned forward and gave my ass a retaliatory smack and laughed. I opened the door. It was our usual delivery guy Brian standing there with our dinner. He’s seen worse from me and the boys over the years. He gave me a look up and down and a quick wink. “Enjoy your night, sir” he said with a smile and headed back to his car.

I headed back in, and we ate dinner. A couple of beers and vodka tonics later we found ourselves back on the couch catching up on Andor episodes.

“Diego Luna is so hot” Vin said. His left hand slid down his smooth muscular stomach and he gave his crotch a little squeeze. He left his hand resting there.

“Yeah?” I asked, with hidden tones of jealousy. “Is that your type? Older Latin men? Haven’t seen you with anyone since Jake and that boy was white as hell” I started chuckling. The beer had kicked in.

“Yeah, and why do you think we broke up?” he asked. “He wasn’t what I wanted.” He slowly turned his head and looked down at my crotch, moved up my body and then looked me in the eyes. There was a new tension in the room. He looked back down at his crotch and slid a hand into his underwear. “Fuck. I don’t know how you do it, Dad. I haven’t been with anyone since Jake, and I think I’m going insane. I have no idea how you’ve gone this long since Mom left.” His hand continued rummaging around in his underwear as he stared ahead. His right hand slid between his hairless thighs. He let out a small moan. Was he playing with his hole too?

“Well thank god for porn, huh?” I joked. “I rub one out at least once a day.”

“Really?” he asked. “I haven’t heard you watching porn or jerking off. You only ever talk about your ‘pre-mom’ days.”

I chuckled. “I try to do it when you’re asleep or not home. Gotta love your swim practice nights.”

He laughed. “So, when I’m killing myself at practice you’re back here relaxing and shooting  loads without a care in the world?”

I smiled and shrugged. “A man has needs, bud. He’s got to give into those needs when he can..…” I said, making eye contact with Vin. There was a brief silence. It was like we were having 2 different conversations at once.

“So, what kind of videos do you like to watch?” He asked. He sat up a bit and angled more towards me. He was no longer interested in the TV. I had his full attention now.

Should I be honest? I don’t know.

“Nothing fancy, but I do like creampie videos.” I had to give him something and technically that was true, I just left off that it was from father-son videos.

“Creampies, huh?” He glanced over at me and smiled.

“Yeah. I hate pulling out. When you cum, you gotta bury that shit deep.” Without realizing it my dick was hard as a rock, pumping out a pool of pre-cum that I could feel on my leg. I reached down and gave it a squeeze. The pool got bigger. I looked over at Vinnie. He looked at me, then my noticeable hard-on and bit his lip.

“I think before we head out on the road, we should maybe rub one out, so we get a good night’s sleep” he suggested.

“You mean watch a video together?” I asked. Was this happening? Was I about to get another live show from my son? Fuck, I wanted to see that.

“Yeah, why not? It’s just us guys, right?” he said. “I mean we both know I’m stroking my dick right now and yours is probably aching to be rubbed. It looks like it’s gonna tear through your underwear.”

“Uh….sure” I said. Fuck it. I reached down and slowly slid my hand along the shaft of my pent-up dick. “Maybe we can find a video we’ll both enjoy.”

“Cool. Do you mind if I grab one of my toys?” Vinnie asked. “It gives me an intense orgasm.”

“Ha! Sure bud, go get what you need. I’ll start looking at video options” I said. He stood up, his underwear tented from his hard cock. I watched as he turned and walked out of the room, my eyes glued to that ass.

“Remember the guy in it has to be hot too! Like Alex D or Johnny Castle!” He yelled from the hallway.

I pulled up the browser currently on AirPlay with the TV and it looked like Vinnie left it up from a previous jackoff session. I’ve walked in on both of the boys at different times, dry humping the couch to porn in the living room.

Vinnie fumbled around in his room.

The devil on my shoulder was curious about his watch history so I pulled it up. I was surprised to see video after video of father-son situations. They were all labeled “step” father and sons but…c’mon. We know what they are implying. His last one was Myles Landon fucking his “step” son and the mailman. I’ve busted a nut to that video many times. Kid’s just like me. Heh.

My left hand reached into my briefs and squeezed my drooling dick. Fuck, I can’t be thinking this way but the beer in my system (and complete infatuation with my son) wanted me to get a little dangerous.

I quickly made a playlist with the mailman threesome video and then I looked up a Johnny Castle video where he plays a stepdad who fucks his 2 stepdaughters. I played the Castle video first hoping the sudden jump to the mailman threesome would…. Wait. What am I doing?

“I’m back!” Vinnie announced. He walked in with an 8-inch purple dildo and some lube.

“You’re gonna use a dildo in front of me?” I asked, restrained but hopeful.

“Is that a problem? We have no rules here” He said.

“Ha, it’s not a problem bud. I’m glad you feel comfortable enough around me to be yourself” I said. “That thing is pretty big there, Vin. Are you actually able to take all of that?”

“Not at first, but yeah over the years I’ve gotten better with it.” Vinnie plopped on the couch next to me, still in just his backwards cap and black jock strap. He lifted his left leg behind his head and squirted lube into his hand. Boy was flexible. “So, what did you find for us?”

“A classic Castle, OK?” I said. He noticed the “step” title and he inched his right leg closer to me.

“Let’s do it! He’s so hot.” Left leg still in the air, Vinnie started lubing up his dildo while I slid my briefs down. My 12-inch cock popped up and a thick glob of pre-cum hit the floor with a plop.

“Jesus Christ, Dad. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you hard, but that’s impressive. I can’t believe you’re not sharing that horse cock with the local ladies around here. You must be going insane at this point.”

He has no idea.

“Thanks Vin” I chuckled. I grabbed my veiny dick by the base and smacked the end of it in my other hand a couple times. Partly to show off. Partly because I wanted him to beg me to bury it deep inside him. Vinnie watched in awe. I slowly peeled off my wife beater too, revealing my hairy muscular body to my smooth son on the couch.

I sat back down on the couch and pressed my hairy thigh against his smooth body. I grabbed the lube from Vinnie and started slowly stroking my cock. The video started. In the video, “step” dad Johnny was on the couch with one of his daughters who lifted her blanket to show her pussy waiting for his load. I watched Vinnie out of the corner of my eye.

He inched further down in his seat, pushing his pussy high in the air, and pressed the tip of his dildo against his hole and started pushing it in. Fuck. He slowly pulled it back out and then rhythmically started swirling it around and fucking himself with it. His other hand reached down and freed his hard 7-inch cock from the side of his jockstrap and started stroking it.

“Don’t care about the girls, but he’s got such a nice bod” Vinnie said. “His body kind of looks like yours actually, but his dick isn’t as big.”

I used this opportunity to look at him fucking himself. “Thanks Vin. I try to stay on top of it.” My free hand slid down my hairy leg and then up my chest to pinch my hard nipple. I scooted closer to him, so we pressed up against each other. He looked up at me, sliding the dildo in and out of his hole, and smiled. He playfully leaned into me.

“I thought you said you could take all of that thing” I pointed to his dildo. I noticed he was only taking it about halfway before pulling it back out.

“Oh, I can. It’sjust hard at this angle and with this size. Usually, I sit on it on a chair, or I mount it on the shower wall.”

Don’t do it, Tony. Nah, fuck it. Do it.

“I have an idea. How ‘bout you let your old dad help you out then?” I said, internally screaming. I got up and stood before my son, naked, with a slight layer of sweat covering my body. My horse cock bobbing back and forth as pre-cum leaked from the head.  He just stared. I knelt before him, inches from that gorgeous hairless hole. He didn’t say anything, but he stopped fucking himself. He didn’t stop jerking his dick though.

I lifted his smooth right leg, placed it on my shoulder , and I grabbed the base of his dildo still inside him.

“W-what’re y-you…” Vinnie stammered.

“No rules in this house, remember?” I said with a wink.

Vinnie let out a soft sigh and leaned further into the couch while I started sliding the dildo in and out of his bubble butt. The Castle video continued in the background. My son’s moans echoed louder than the girls in the video.

My free hand started exploring my son’s hairless body. I slowly slid my hand over his thigh on my shoulder and made my way down to his chiseled abs. My fingers traced over each muscle and then up to his pecs. I gave each pec a squeeze and smiled at my son. He looked at me with yearning from under his sweaty dirty blonde hair and bit his lip.

My poor dick was left throbbing and drooling with my hands busy. Vinnie noticed and the next thing I know he wrapped a hand around my pulsing cock and started stroking it. I looked at him.

“Hey, you’re helping me” Vinnie said with a devilish smile and a wink.

The room smelled of lube and sweat. We were both panting and grunting at this point and every stroke brought us closer. I stared at his sloppy, lubed up hole and bit my lip. Fuck I wanted to know what it felt like.

The next thing I know the video ended, and the mailman threesome video started.

“Oh shit! Sorry Dad. That must be the wrong next video or something” Vinnie said. He let go of my cock and attempted to sit up. My free hand on his chest kept him still.

“Is that a stepfather and son having sex?” I asked glancing over my shoulder at the video, while I pushed the dildo in all the way to the base.

“Fuuuuuck” Vinnie’s eyes rolled to the back of his head from the dildo. “Uh, I don’t know. I haven’t seen this one before.” His hand grabbed mine holding his chest down. He continued to pant in pleasure.

Liar. It’s cute.

“It looks like it’s in your history list though” I pointed out. I slowly pulled the dildo out and thrusted it back in.

“Fuck” Vinnie pants. His hand running down my hairy arm.  “Uh, maybe it came on after something else I was watching. Besides, they’re not actually related, so it’s not a big deal.”

“Like we are?” I asked as I twisted the dildo back into him staring him in the eyes with a wicked smile.

Vinnie looked at me quizzically. Is he busted? Does he know I’m into it too? He doesn’t know.

“I haven’t watched gay porn before. Those guys are in good shape.” I lied. “So, it’s just a father and son having fun, right?”

“Ye- yeah” he said. His head rolled back again with each of my thrusts.

He’s still waiting. The stepdad started fucking his eager son. Their moans filled the room as my son sits on the couch with his legs in the air getting fucked by a dildo.

“That’skind of hot, actually. I didn’t know this was your kind of thing” I said, looking down at Vinnie. My face was serious this time. He looked me in the eye and his hands found their way back to my cock. This time, each stroke had a bit more of a tug to them. He’s tugging me towards his hole.

I pushed the dildo all the way in and stopped. I took the scene in and admired my son’s hairless, cut body with both hands this time. “You have a beautiful pussy, son.” I said.

He paused like a deer in headlights. You could see his brain recalibrating. He smiled.

“Do you like my pussy, Daddy?” He asked. “It’s been empty too long and it needs to be filled with your load.” He stopped tugging my dick and guided it to the entrance of his pussy.

I pulled the dildo out and placed it on the floor, never breaking eye contact. I leaned forward and sniffed his hole. My tongue made contact with his hot pink hole and pushed in.

“Fuck!” Vinnie gasped.

I pushed further. My lips completely sealed around his hole while my tongue explored his insides. I felt hands on the back of my head as my son ran his fingers through my hair moaning. I lapped up his insides, getting as much saliva as I could inside it. I could eat him out all night. He tasted like cinnamon and sugar. It must be his body wash.

I pulled off and asked, “Did Daddy make your pussy feel good, baby?”

“Fuck yes. That felt amazing” he said.

I looked him in the eyes. “No, tell Daddy he made your pussy feel good, son.” He smiled. He liked a little forcefulness.

“You made my pussy feel so good Daddy. Please don’t stop” he said.

I looked down, admiring his abs, his gorgeous dick, and slicked up hole. I grabbed the base of my cock and used it like a paintbrush, smearing  my pre-cum all over his beautiful pink hairless hole.

“Do you want your Daddy to make your pussy feel even better?” I slowly teased the opening of his hole with the tip of my head. I squeezed the base of my cock and left a small pre-cum puddle at the entrance of his hole. It dripped down his beautiful ass onto the floor when I pulled the head out.

Vinnie let out a small whimper. He took a finger and swiped some of my pre-cum from his ass and sucked on it. He looked up at me with those big brown eyes. He stopped stroking his dick and pulled his cheeks far apart, proudly displaying the hole that I created.

“Please fuck my pussy, Daddy. I need that beautiful cock to carve me out and breed me.” Vinnie started fingering himself again, pulling his hole open for me.

There was no going back. I was going to rail my son. I had no blood left in my head warning me of the complications. I needed this. My son needed this.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you son, and he’s going to flood your insides with his load.” I moved Vinnie’s hands out of the way and pressed down on his thighs, pushing up his pussy and giving me better access to it. I pushed the spongey head of my cock against his hole and pushed. I got passed his ring and paused.

“Vin, let me know if you need me to pull out or stop. I’m a lot bigger than your toys” I said.

Vinnie reached down, grabbed my hips, and started pulling me in more.

“Wreck my hole, Daddy. You made it. It’s yours to pummel and breed” he said.

Fuck, my son was hot.

I started pushing all 12 inches in slowly. Vinnie’s hole grew tighter and tighter the deeper I went. Fuck. It was so wet and warm. I didn’t care if I came right then and there, we weren’t going to be stopping any time soon. I soon bottomed out in my own son. My dark pubic hair pressed against his beautiful hairless ass.

Vinnie let out a small gasp and smiled. I leaned in and kissed him, our tongues finding each other. My hips slowly started pulling a bit out and thrusting back in. I reached down to find my son’s cock and I started stroking it. Vinnie’s hands wrapped around me, clawing at my back, our bodies slick with sweat. He let a moan slip into my mouth. I smiled.

I leaned back and put his legs on my shoulders while I continued to thrust. The slurping sound of my massive cock sliding in and out of my son’s perfect ass filled the room. Vinnie reached down and took over stroking his dick. I started to pick up my pace, my balls smacking his ass.

“Fuck, you feel so good Dad” he said.

“Your pussy feels so good around my cock, bud” I responded, kissing his right foot. “Your pussy is so pink and beautiful. I’m gonna get you pregnant or die trying. Your gonna walk around all summer, with a fresh load buried inside you. You can come with me to work and I’ll take you in the porta potty and breed you.” Fantasy after fantasy flooded my head and words. My face got serious, and I grabbed his hips. I began pummeling him harder and harder, my breath getting shorter and shorter. Vinnie’s eyes lock with me as he bit his lip.

“Oh fuck, Vin. I’m gonna cum baby” I said. “I’m gonna fill up your pussy with the cum that made you.” The smack of my balls on his ass got louder and louder. I could feel my cock growing inside him.

“Do it” he commanded. “Breed my pussy, Daddy. Fuck it deep into me. I want to fall asleep with it still inside me.”

I slammed into that perfect hole one last time. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck” I said as I emptied my balls, flooding the inside of my son’s pussy. It was the best orgasm of my life.

Vinnie sped up his stroking. “Fuck, I’m cumming too, Daddy” he said. Rope after rope of cum coated his stomach and hit his face. We both smiled at each other, panting heavily. It was such a beautiful sight to see. Still inside my son, I leaned in and licked his load off his face and kissed him. Our tongues swirled his load between our mouths. I rested my head on his shoulders; our stomachs stuck together from his fresh load.

Vinnie kissed my head while he played with my hair. My dick started to soften enough until it popped out. A stream of cum leaked out of Vinnie’s hole and fell to the floor.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had, Dad” he said. “Your cock and those thrusts? I loved it.”

I kissed his neck. “That was amazing, Vin. Your hole is like a gift from God” I said. “You’re so fucking beautiful, son. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Dad” he said.

Some of the blood started heading back to my brain. What now? Did I just fuck everything up for my kid and me?

I sat back on my feet, looked up at my naked son, spent and covered in sweat and cum. “Vin, look….” I started. “What just happened–.“

“STOP” he interjected. He sat up and put his hands on my shoulders. “Stop. What just happened was amazing. We have 2 days stuck in a car to work through all this. Can we put a pin in it and maybe deal with this tomorrow? We’ve got an early morning, and I’m BEAT.” He smiled.

I sighed and smiled. He’s so cute. “Sure. Let’s head to bed, bud. We can talk tomorrow.” I stood up and started grabbing my clothes. “Don’t forget to set your alarm.”

He tilted his head and squinted his eyes at me. A smirk crossed his face. He reached down to the puddle of cum that spilled from his bred hole and scooped it up with two fingers. He licked the load off his fingers. I just stared as he winked at me and walked down the hallway to bed. Except he didn’t stop at his room. He looked back at me and headed into my room.

Oh.

I entered my room, and he was under the blankets. Only one of the nightstand lights was on. I walked over to the other side of the bed. He pulled the blanket back revealing he took off his jockstrap and is now completely naked. He crawled towards me and laid down on his stomach, his tight ass like two scoops of ice-cream. He gently took my semi-flaccid cock in his hands and began cleaning it with his tongue. He leaned in and pressed his nose against my balls and inhaled. I ran my fingers through his hair. He licked the slit of my cock, kissed the head and scooted back on the bed to let me in.

I climbed in and he rolled over with his back to me. I hit the light and scooted in close to him. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in tight; my cock nestled between his perfect ass.

He kissed my forearm, I kissed his shoulder, and we fell asleep.

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Chapter I – The Trap is Sprung

“The universe is big. It’s vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles” – The Doctor, Doctor Who

Friday Night: 

Jacen Jacobs was ready for bed.  His weekend has been off to a rocky start after the bad date he had with Bethany the night before.  He was hoping to get some action with her but she clearly set her limits and shut off any possibility.  To top it all off she would not stop talking about that stupid show she is watching.  Coming home to his dorm room disappointed, he perked up when he noticed his roommate was still out, which means that he might be able to watch some porn at least.  He knew that he shouldn’t, but he was horny and needed some relief.

Jacen was your average 18 year old college freshman.  He looked young, but was fit and always had a smile on his face.  He was a history major, specifically American history.   He had brown hair and blue eyes.  Like most 18 year olds, while he had many interests, he did feel the hormones coursing through his body and so sex was on his mind more often than not.  Being a freshman at a Catholic University had made it difficult to find outlets.  The internet on his laptop had filters so he was only able to view porn on his phone and that was only if he was not connected to the school’s wifi.  

He scrolled through his usual sites but unfortunately he was not able to find anything that sparked his interest.  He was about to put down his phone when he saw something that made him curious.  It was a video titled, “Watch For the Best Orgasm of Your Life!”  Jace rolled his eyes, but it was better than nothing.  He made sure his headphones were connected to his phone, laid down on his bed and clicked the thumb nail.  As the video started playing he saw nothing but a black screen, but could hear a rhythmic sound.  As he listened his eyes closed and he fell asleep.  

He woke up about 30 minutes later and saw that the video was completed.  Disappointed he didn’t have  the best orgasm of his life he was about to move on but felt like he should try it again.   As he was hitting play he realized that he was not really all that comfortable still wearing his clothes, so he got up and got ready for bed.  He stripped to his boxers and changed into his t-shirt and put on some sweat pants.   He relaxed on the bed again, replacing his headphones and pushed play again.  

Similar to last time heard the beats in his head and then woke up about 35 minutes later.  He was getting frustrated.  He was horny and wanted to jerk off.  He backed out of the video and started looking for another video, but before he could get very far in his search he felt a tug to go back to that video one more time.  He decided he wanted the best orgasm of his life, so he went to the video again and pressed play.  He heard the beats again, closed his eyes and saw blackness and felt himself embrace the trance in sleep and darkness.

Saturday:

The sun shone through the window and unto Jacen’s eyes and he woke up squinting in the bright light.  He opened up his eyes and saw the phone on his chest and that he was just asleep.  He looked over to Rob’s bed and saw that he did not come home last night, lucky bastard.  He looked at his phone and saw it was about 8:30 in the morning.  

Jacen got out of bed and gathered his stuff together so that he could go to the shower and quickly went into the dorm hall.  Judging by the amount of people in the hall and the time, Jacen knew it was going to be a quiet morning. He made it to the bathroom and showers and went to the changing room.  There he stripped naked, relieved that no one was in the showers yet.  He hated the showers in this dorm, he has used group showers in the locker room, but he would have preferred single showers stalls in the dorm – just give a man some privacy.

As he entered the shower area he picked a shower head and turned it on, the blast of the initial cold water helping to wake  him up and sighed as the warm water began cascading down his body.  He used his soap to wash down his body.  He was zoning out when he heard some noise behind him.  He quickly turned his head and saw Kevin standing by the showerhead swearing as the cold blast made him jump.  “I fucking hate these showers,” Kevin muttered.

“I hear you,” Jace responded with a chuckle as he watched Kevin begin washing.  His eyes seemed to stay with Kevin.  Jace suddenly became aware that he could not turn away.  Why was he staring at his friend in the shower?  Between the mix of the hot water hitting his body, nerves,  the steam in the showers, and the nude body of Kevin just an arm length away Jacen’s body was starting to react and slowly he got hard.  Unaware of this he just stared at Kevin unable to look away.

“Hey Jace, are you up to anything today?  We are going to play Mario Kart this afternoon and get some pizzas and maybe watch a movie if you want to join Dave and I?”

“Uhh, sure, I don’t have anything today. I was just going to hang out and study.”

“Cool, come by the room around 2.”  Kevin turned off the water and headed towards the changing area, “Sorry for disrupting your private time,”  He said with a smile as he looked down.”

“My what?”  Jacen looked down and saw that he was hard.  Feeling himself turn red, “I…. I’m sorry, I’m just..”

“Don’t worry about it, it happens to the best of us.  See you at two.”  Kevin stepped out of the shower area and closed the curtain.  Jacen could hear him change and leave the bathroom.  Why was he hard?  As soon as he was gone, he quickly finished off showering and dried himself off and after dressing  went directly to his dorm room.  When he arrived he was happy to see that Rob was not back yet.  

For some reason, he was still horny and figured he could use this time to jerk off before Rob got back. He laid on his bed and looked at his phone.  He tried to reload the video from last night to finally get that orgasm, but found that the video was taken down.  There was one comment on the video for the person who uploaded it: “Thanks to all who watched. The video found a mark and I am even surprised!  More to come,  Mr. Y”   Jacen rolled his eyes, and was about to look for some other viewing material when he heard his door open.  

Looking up he saw Rob walk in with a big smile on his face.  “We did it, Jace!”  

“Did what?”

“Steph and I!”

“You slept with Steph?!?!”  Jace asked.  Feeling both excited and slightly jealous of him.  “How did he get lucky but I struck out last night,” he thought.

“Well yes, and no.  We slept together, but honestly we just fell asleep on her couch while watching a movie.  Nothing really happened, but we are going out again today.  I just need to change real quick. We are getting brunch.”

Shaking his head Jacen laughed at this news and watched as Rob was in a flurry.  He watched as Rob opened his wardrobe and pulled out a shirt and some slacks.  He kept watching as he stripped down to nothing to put on some fresh underwear.  Unconsciously he could feel his body flush as he saw Rob’s dick hanging down.  Almost as though his body was on autopilot he was unable to turn away.  He stopped listening to Rob, just watching him change, zoning out, until Rob put on his boxers and said, “Earth to Jace, you alright there buddy?” 

“What?  Yes, sorry, just tired and didn’t sleep well last night.  Things didn’t work out that well with Bethany.”

“Sorry, I know you liked her.  So, what do you have planned for the day?”

“Kevin invited me over to play the new Mario Kart with him and David.  So I will head over and probably watch a movie with them.”

“Oh that sounds fun,” Rob responded.  He finished changing and checked that he had his keys.  “Alright, I am heading out.  I will see you tonight!”  With that he left.  

Jace, unsure of what to do next, decided to study a bit before he went over to Kevin’s.  He spent the morning studying for his classes and doing the required reading.  After he finished his studying Jacen got dressed to go over to Kevin’s, just jeans and a t-shirt and headed over.  

They played Mario Kart for a few hours.  After they finished playing they ordered a pizza.  Kevin said they should do the whole marvel series of movies.  Both David and Jace were down for it, so they started with the first Captain America and Iron Man movies.  As they watched the movies Jace was unaware of the fact that rather than watching the story his attention for both movies were on the main character.   As Captain America’s shield clanged against enemy fire, Jacen’s eyes lingered on Steve Rogers’ broad shoulders, the way his uniform hugged his frame. He blinked, confused—why was he noticing this? He shifted in his seat, unaware he’d grown hard until he adjusted himself instinctively.

It was around 10: 30 by the time Jace got back to his room. 

Arriving in his room he saw that Rob was scrolling through his phone.  Jacen threw his phone on the bed and quickly changed into his sweat pants.  “How was brunch?”

“It was good.  We went back to her place and just hung out for most of the day.  Got back about 20 minutes ago and have been going through youtube since.”  

As Jacen picked up his phone and sat on his bed, he saw a notification on his home screen.  He had an email.  Jacen clicked on the notification and saw an email from an unknown email address.  As he read the email he could feel his face turn beat-red.  He read the email and dropped his phone on his bed.  This can’t be real, this can’t be real, he kept thinking to himself.  He heard Rob laughing at whatever Youtube video he was watching.

Jacen picked up his phone again and looked at the email again. 

Jacen,

You are most definitely accepted.  Congratulations on fulfilling your desire to be owned.  Expect the fun to begin tomorrow.  Your first order is to listen to the file attached to this email overnight.  Just keep it on repeat.  Don’t worry it is nothing special, just something to help you sleep.

Mr. Y

PS – Jacen, I never would have thought you would be into this!  If I had known you wanted to be turned into a gay slave we could have had so much fun from the beginning of the semester.  I will see you tomorrow, but then you won’t know because you don’t know who I am.  So listen to that file, and I will know if you don’t, or this email will be posted all over campus.  

Jacen just stared at the email.  He had no idea what this was or why he had received it.  It was written in response to an email from his account, an email he did not remember writing.  He scrolled down and saw the email.

Master,
I submit.  I want to be your online slave.  My name is Jacen Jacobs and you can reach me at 555-208-1695.  I am a freshman at St. Sebastian University and am straight.  I give myself to you to turn me into your online slave and will obey any orders.  I  have listened to your video 3 times as ordered and realize that by fully submitting to you may mean serving you and other men in sexual and humiliating ways.   

I typically wear boxers, except when at the gym then boxerbriefs.  Otherwise I typically wear just jeans/khakis and tshirts.  I acknowledge that I will obey any orders with regard to my dress in the future.

I currently share my dorm room with a roommate, Rob.  I currently do not have a girlfriend but I have been on a couple of dates with a girl named Bethany.    

I understand that by serving you may mean prioritizing my service to you over my commitment to friends and sometimes studies.  I long to lose control and be used in any way that you can imagine.

Humbly submitting to you,
Jacen

“Jacen, you alright?”  Jacen looked over at Rob who was looking at him with some concern on his face.  “You look white as a ghost.”

“Yeah, I am just tired I guess.  I am going to sleep.”  Rob had a questioning look on his face but just shrugged his shoulders and laid back down and resumed his video.  Jacen could feel his heart quicken as the dread and panic as to what this means overtook him.  He tried to think back to yesterday and just could not remember writing it but the evidence is right in front of him.  He remembered playing the video and all three times he just fell asleep, he didn’t write an email…  Did he?  Who was Mr. Y?  From the way he wrote it sounds like Mr. Y knew him from school…

Jacen took his ear pods and put them in and looked at his phone.  Jacen’s thumb hovered over the delete button, his heart racing. He could end this now, pretend it never happened. But the words “posted all over campus” echoed in his mind, and a strange, inexplicable pull—like the one that kept him watching the video—urged him to obey. It had to be a hoax, right? Yet the email sat in his sent folder, undeniable proof. He set the phone down, hands shaking, but within seconds, he grabbed it again and downloaded the file.  He looked out his room and saw the cross atop the campus chapel, its cross glinting in the moon light. A guilt twisted in his gut, sharper than ever after reading that email.

This email will be posted around campus.  It had to be a hoax right?  It was he would be mocked, possibly kicked out of the school all because of this email that he doesn’t remember writing.  He wasn’t even gay and had no desire to be gay.  He closed his eyes and suddenly all he could think about was the body of Kevin he saw in the shower, Rob changing…  He wasn’t gay…  Looking down at the phone he saw that the file was titled, “Sleep reinforcement.”  He made sure that it was on repeat and pressed play.  He closed his eyes as he heard the familiar beats as he slowly relaxed and fell into the depths of sleep, unaware that the trap that he accidentally stepped into was making it more difficult for him to resist.   

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Jeff scratched his thick chest hair absentmindedly with fingers the size of sausages, leaving red streaks across the dark curls. The apartment smelled faintly of protein powder and sweat — the usual aftermath of his morning deadlifts. A bead of condensation rolled down the empty shaker bottle on the kitchen counter as he adjusted his heavy balls with his free hand. He never bothered to wear clothes in his apartment.

The knock came right on time — three firm raps against the steel-reinforced door. “Plumber,” called a voice deeper than most bass guitars. Jeff smirked. The service app had listed the guy as Daniel, but that gravel tone suggested he went by something simpler. Dan, maybe. He probably chewed nails for breakfast.

Jeff swung the door open without bothering to cover himself. The guy on the threshold blinked once, then gave him the same thorough once-over Jeff had gotten from competing judges back in his amateur days. Dan’s tool belt rode low on hips nearly as wide as Jeff’s own, straining against a company t-shirt with sleeves torn off at the shoulders. Thick veins crossed his forearms like subway maps.

“Come on in,” Jeff said, stepping aside just enough to let Dan’s broad frame brush past him. “The drain’s fucked.” The plumber smelled like industrial soap and the faint musk of a long shift, his biceps flexing as he hefted a metal snake case. Jeff caught himself staring at the way Dan’s faded jeans clung to thunderous thighs.

“Shower or sink?” Dan asked, but his eyes flickered downward for half a second — just long enough for Jeff to notice.

The corner of Jeff’s mouth twitched. He gestured toward the ceiling with his chin. “The upstairs shower. That’s why I’m naked. I made a mess trying to unclog it myself.” The lie came easily. The truth was, he’d barely touched the drain before calling — some instincts were sharper than others.

Dan’s gaze lingered on Jeff’s thick cock swaying against his thigh before dragging his eyes upward. “No worries, man. Hell, I wouldn’t wear shit either if I looked like you.” He grinned, revealing a chipped front tooth that somehow made his face more interesting. “Company policy says I gotta keep my pants on, though.”

Jeff leaned against the doorframe, letting the muscles in his torso flex just slightly. “Who’s gonna tell your company? Not me, that’s for sure.” He watched Dan swallow hard, the plumber’s throat working under coarse blond stubble. The silence stretched like a taut cable before Dan abruptly unhooked his belt buckle with a metallic snick.

The tool belt hit the floor with a thud that echoed through the apartment. Dan’s work boots followed, kicked off with more force than necessary. “Fuck it,” he muttered, peeling his sweat-damp shirt over corded shoulders in one smooth motion. The faded denim slid down tree-trunk legs next, revealing thighs that could crack walnuts and — Jeff inhaled sharply — a thick, circumcised cock already half-hard against a thatch of darker blond hair.

“After you,” Dan rumbled, gesturing toward the staircase with a grease-stained hand. Jeff turned deliberately, flexing his glutes as he took the first step. The sensation of Dan’s gaze burning into his ass cheeks sent a jolt through him — not just heat, but the primal satisfaction of being wanted by someone who matched him pound for pound. His own erection thickened against his abs as he climbed, each step widening the split between his muscular cheeks. Behind him, Dan’s breathing grew audible, ragged.

The bathroom door stuck — swollen from humidity, or maybe fate giving them both a moment to reconsider. Jeff shoved it open with a shoulder, revealing the wreckage of his staged emergency. Steam curled lazily above two inches of cloudy water in the shower stall, where Jeff had left the tap running just long enough to make things interesting. A single wet towel lay crumpled near the drain like a fallen soldier.

Dan whistled low, stepping in close enough for Jeff to feel the radiant heat from his skin. “You weren’t kidding about making a mess.” His calloused fingers brushed Jeff’s lower back as he reached past him to shut off the water, the contact lingering just a second too long to be accidental. The scent of chlorine and Jeff’s sandalwood body wash mixed with Dan’s coppery sweat in the humid air.

Jeff watched Dan kneel by the shower, the plumber’s meaty hands testing the drain cover. Water droplets clung to the dense golden hair dusting his forearms as he worked the screws loose with practiced twists. A vein pulsed in Dan’s temple when Jeff deliberately stepped into his peripheral vision, letting his long, thick cock sway inches from the other man’s face. The drain cover clattered against the floor tile.

“Found your problem,” Dan said hoarsely, staring at the thick mat of dark chest hair clogging the pipe. His nostrils flared as Jeff’s musk rolled off him in waves — that potent mix of post-workout pheromones and something earthy beneath. “You shed like a fucking bear.”

Jeff chuckled, shifting his stance to let his heavy balls swing closer to Dan’s face. “Gotta keep it natural. None of that waxed bullshit.” He flexed his pec muscles deliberately, watching the plumber’s pupils dilate as the curly hairs brushed against his forehead.

Dan’s fingers trembled slightly as he pulled the wad of damp chest hair from the drain, the wet strands clinging to his calluses. He cleared his throat. “Pipe’s deeper than I thought.” The double meaning hung between them like the steam still curling off the shower tiles. “Might need my hands all the way in there.”

Jeff braced one massive forearm against the shower wall, his other hand drifting down to stroke his hardening cock. “I better get to work then.” Water droplets slid down Dan’s corded back as he leaned forward, his nose now inches from Jeff’s balls. The plumber’s breath hitched when Jeff spread his legs wider — a silent invitation.

The first touch came unexpectedly rough — Dan’s teeth grazing the sensitive skin where Jeff’s inner thigh met his groin. A growl rumbled through Jeff’s chest as he fisted his own erection, watching the way Dan’s shoulders tensed beneath golden hair damp with steam. The plumber’s fingers disappeared into the drain, but his mouth found Jeff’s sack with hungry precision, tongue swirling over the wrinkled flesh before sucking one heavy testicle between his lips.

“Fuck,” Jeff hissed, his hips twitching forward. Dan’s grip tightened on his thigh — blunt nails biting just enough to leave crescents in the muscle. Water sloshed around Dan’s knees as he adjusted his position, his own big cock now fully erect and bobbing against the shower tiles with each movement. The scent of sex thickened the humid air, mingling with the chlorine and sandalwood.

Jeff glanced down to see Dan’s lips stretched obscenely around his sack, the plumber’s flushed face buried in his thatch of pubic hair. A bead of sweat trickled down Dan’s temple when Jeff tightened his grip on his own shaft, thumb smearing pre-cum over the swollen head.

“I thought you were here to fix the drain,” Jeff taunted, voice roughened.

Dan pulled off with a wet pop, chest heaving. “I’m a multi-tasker,” he growled, before surging upward to capture Jeff’s cock in his hot mouth. The sudden pressure made Jeff’s knees buckle slightly — Dan’s tongue was already working the frenulum with rough, practiced strokes. Jeff groaned as Dan’s nose pressed into his pelvis, the plumber’s thick fingers now pumping deep inside the drain while his throat muscles fluttered around Jeff’s length. Water splashed onto the floor as Dan shifted, his own neglected dick leaving a shiny streak on the tile.

Jeff braced harder against the wall when Dan pulled back to tongue his balls again, then suddenly twisted his wrist inside the pipe. A gurgling suction sound echoed through the shower stall just as Dan swallowed him back down to the root. The simultaneous sensations — the tight heat of Dan’s throat and the vibration of the drain clearing — sent electric sparks up Jeff’s spine. His abs clenched visibly.

“Motherf —” Jeff’s curse dissolved into a groan as Dan’s free hand palmed his own neglected erection, stroking in time with his bobbing head. Jeff watched through hooded eyes as pre-cum dripped from the plumber’s flushed tip onto the wet floor, swirling toward the now-gurgling drain. The metallic taste of the pipe snake still lingered on Dan’s fingers when he reached up to squeeze Jeff’s pec, tweaking a nipple rough enough to make the bodybuilder’s thighs tremble.

The shower water finished draining with a loud slurp, exposing the tiles beneath — just as Dan pulled off with a gasp, lips swollen and chin glistening. “Clear,” he rasped, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His other arm was still elbow-deep in the pipe, muscles straining as he twisted the snake. Jeff could feel the vibrations through the tiles against his bare feet, the sensation traveling up his legs like live wires.

Dan suddenly recoiled, shaking his hand as something dislodged with a wet plop. A tangled mass of hair and condom remnants splatted against the shower wall before sliding down slowly. They both stared at it — the undeniable evidence of previous encounters. Dan’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his cock twitching against his abs as realization dawned. “You do this often?” he growled, voice thick.

Jeff smirked, flexing his biceps casually. “Only when the plumbing’s right.” He reached down to trace the vein bulging on Dan’s forearm, following it up to where the plumber’s fingers were still slick with drain water. “You gonna finish the job?”

Dan’s nostrils flared as he wiped his hand on his thigh, leaving a damp streak. The shower stall echoed with their heavy breathing and the distant drip of residual water. Without warning, he surged up, pinning Jeff against the wet tiles with his full weight — all 250 pounds of muscle pressing flush against him. Jeff grunted at the impact, but his cock twitched against Dan’s abdomen when he felt the other man’s erection trapped between them.

“You want it fixed?” Dan rasped, his breath hot against Jeff’s neck. One calloused hand slid down to grip Jeff’s ass, fingers digging into firm flesh while the other reached blindly for the pipe snake still protruding from the drain. Jeff barely had time to register the metallic scrape before Dan’s grease-streaked forearm flexed, yanking the coiled wire free with a wet schlück.

The steel snake slapped against the tile between them, its business end still glistening with drain-water and — Jeff noted with a thrill — strands of his own dark pubic hair clinging to the spirals. Dan didn’t break eye contact as he hooked the filthy tool over the showerhead, letting it sway like some industrial chandelier above their heads. Water droplets rained down onto their shoulders.

“Got another clog for you,” Dan muttered, grinding his thick cock against Jeff’s thigh. His calloused palm slid between their bodies, smearing pipe grease across Jeff’s abs before wrapping around both their erections. The friction burned deliciously — rough workhands gliding over sensitive skin, the contrast making Jeff hiss through his teeth.

Jeff grabbed the showerhead above them, twisting it to release a sudden spray that hit Dan square between the shoulder blades. The plumber arched into the cold shock, his balls tightening visibly against Jeff’s. Water cascaded down Dan’s back, turning his blond chest hair dark gold where it matted against pecs flexing with each ragged breath. Jeff watched a droplet trace the old scar cutting through Dan’s left nipple — some long-ago accident with a pipe wrench, maybe.

Dan’s grease-slicked hand worked their cocks faster, twisting at the heads until pre-cum mixed with drain residue and water, creating a slick slurry that dripped onto their thighs. Jeff growled when Dan suddenly jammed his thumb against Jeff’s perineum, pressing hard enough to make stars burst behind his eyelids. He retaliated by sucking ferociously on the plumber’s trapezius muscle, tasting salt and chlorine as Dan bucked against him.

“Hell, yes,” Dan rasped, releasing their shafts to grip Jeff’s hips instead. He spun him face-first against the tiles, the impact echoing. Steam fogged the mirror as Jeff braced his palms against the slick wall. Dan spat thickly into his own palm before sliding it between Jeff’s cheeks, his callouses catching the rim. Jeff hissed when Dan’s blunt finger breached him without preamble, the stretch burning deliciously after years without. The plumber worked his knuckle deep, curling upward to rub that spot that sent Jeff’s thighs quivering.

“Fuck —” Jeff choked out.

Dan withdrew abruptly, replacing his finger with the swollen head of his cock. He pressed forward slowly, the thick ridge stretching Jeff wider. Water sluiced down their backs as Dan gripped Jeff’s hairy hips, pulling him flush against his pelvis with a grunt. Jeff felt every vein on Dan’s shaft dragging against his inner walls. The plumber started slowly — shallow thrusts that made Jeff’s balls tighten. When Dan suddenly hauled back and slammed home, Jeff’s knees almost buckled, the impact rattling the shower door.

Dan set a brutal rhythm, hips pistoning as he drilled into Jeff. The wet slap of flesh filled the stall, louder than the dripping showerhead. Jeff arched backward against the onslaught, knocking Dan’s coiled snake off its hook. The metal snake clattered beside them, spraying droplets as Dan drove deeper. Jeff reached behind to grab Dan’s hairy ass, fingers digging into dense muscle to drag him closer still. The plumber groaned — low and guttural — sucking on Jeff’s shoulder as he bottomed out with every thrust. Steam thickened the air with the musk of sweat and sex.

Jeff felt the rough scrape of Dan’s pubic hair against his cleft each time their bodies met. Water streamed down Dan’s corded back, pooling in the dimples above his ass before trickling over Jeff’s knuckles. Dan shifted, angling upward to hammer Jeff’s prostate relentlessly. Stars burst behind Jeff’s eyelids; his cock throbbed untouched against the slick tile. His hips jerked involuntarily with each strike, balls tightening. Below, their mixed fluids swirled toward the drain — pre-cum, grease, and grime — only to vanish with a greedy gurgle.

Dan abruptly pulled out, leaving Jeff gasping at the sudden emptiness. He spun Jeff around and crushed their mouths together in a kiss that tasted of chlorine and desperation. Dan’s tongue plunged deep as he lifted Jeff’s thigh, hoisting him against the wall. Jeff locked his ankles behind Dan’s waist, feeling the plumber’s thick cockhead nudge his entrance again. “Get back in there,” Jeff snarled, biting Dan’s lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Metallic salt bloomed on his tongue.

Dan slammed upward, spearing Jeff in one brutal stroke. Jeff cried out as his back scraped tile, Dan pinning him like a butterfly. Their eyes locked — challenge and hunger mirrored. Dan’s rhythm fractured into short, savage thrusts, hips snapping. Jeff felt his own release building like thunder. He wrapped a fist around his cock, jerking in time to Dan’s pounding. The plumber’s breath roared hot against his neck, fingers branding Jeff’s hips. Below, Dan’s balls slapped Jeff’s ass with wet smacks, echoing off the porcelain. Just as Jeff’s vision tunneled, Dan growled, “Gonna fill you up,” and drove deeper than ever.

Jeff came first — a roar ripped from his chest as ropes of sperm striped Dan’s hairy abdomen. The convulsions clenched Dan inside him, pulling the plumber’s climax free. Dan buried his face in Jeff’s neck, snarling through clenched teeth as he pumped thick pulses of sperm deep into Jeff’s ass. They sagged together against the slick wall, gasping. Water sheeted over them, washing sweat and semen toward the drain. Dan stayed buried, his softening cock twitching inside Jeff as aftershocks rippled through both men. The scent of sex and chlorine hung thick.

Dan finally pulled out with a wet sound, fingers tracing the leaking mess between Jeff’s cheeks. He scooped up a glob of their mixed fluids, holding it to Jeff’s lips. Jeff sucked Dan’s fingers clean, tasting salt and iron. Below, the drain pulsed hungrily. Dan grinned, chipped tooth gleaming.

“Still clogged?” Jeff rasped.

Dan’s hand slid between Jeff’s thighs, pressing two fingers back inside him. “Nah,” he murmured, twisting his fingers. “Just making sure the pipes stay clear.” Jeff shuddered, feeling the stretch anew. Outside, rain lashed the window — a perfect counterpoint to the heat still radiating off their skin. Dan’s touch lingered, possessive.

“I think we both need a nap,” Jeff said, leaning into Dan’s solid chest. The plumber’s heartbeat thudded against his ear — steady, strong. Steam fogged the mirror above the sink, obscuring their reflection but not the scent of sex still thick in the humid air. Jeff traced the scar along Dan’s collarbone. “What’s your schedule like after this visit?”

Dan nuzzled Jeff’s damp hair, his calloused palm sliding down to cup Jeff’s ass. “You’re my last call today,” he rumbled. The admission came with a squeeze that made Jeff’s breath hitch. “And I’m off the next two days.” His thumb rubbed lazy circles near Jeff’s sensitive entrance. “Why?”

Jeff tilted his head, catching Dan’s earlobe between his teeth. “Great.” He nipped gently. “Stay here with me until you have to go back to work.” The unspoken promise hung between them — hours, days, tangled in sweat-damp sheets. Dan’s arms tightened around him, pulling their bodies flush. Jeff felt the plumber’s softening cock stir against his thigh. “I hope you like cuddling after sex,” he added, voice low with amusement.

Dan chuckled, the vibration humming through Jeff’s bones. “Depends on the cuddling,” he murmured, hands drifting lower to grip Jeff’s thick thighs. He hoisted him effortlessly, Jeff’s legs wrapping around Dan’s waist. Water dripped from the still-swirling snake onto the tile as Dan carried him out of the wrecked bathroom. Jeff buried his face in Dan’s neck, inhaling musk and chlorine — a heady perfume.

The hallway blurred past; the bedroom door stood ajar, revealing rumpled sheets Jeff hadn’t bothered to make that morning. Dan paused at the threshold, his gaze sweeping the unmade bed and the framed competition photos on the wall — Jeff flexing, oiled and triumphant. His grip tightened.

“Big bed,” Dan observed, his voice rough. “Plenty of room.” He dropped Jeff onto the mattress with deliberate force, springs groaning. Jeff sprawled back, watching Dan crawl over him — a predator claiming territory. The plumber’s shadow swallowed the light as he lowered himself, chest hair scraping Jeff’s pecs. “Now,” Dan breathed against Jeff’s mouth, “about that nap …” His knee nudged Jeff’s legs wider. “We earned it.” Outside, thunder rumbled agreement.

The afternoon bled into evening. Rain lashed the windows; the apartment breathed with the rhythm of two sleeping giants tangled in damp sheets. Jeff woke first to the weight of Dan’s arm draped possessively over his waist, fingers splayed across his abs. Dan’s face pressed into Jeff’s shoulder blade, stubble scratching. Jeff shifted carefully. Dan grunted, pulling him closer. Jeff smiled into the pillow. He studied the plumber’s weathered knuckles, the faded blue tattoo of a wrench on his forearm, the way his blond chest rose and fell steadily. The room smelled of sex, sweat, and the lingering ghost of protein powder.

Jeff stretched, his muscles protesting deliciously. The movement roused Dan. He blinked awake, hazel eyes fogged with sleep, then sharpening as they focused on Jeff. “Good evening,” Jeff rasped.

Dan grinned, that chipped tooth flashing. He slid his hand lower, cupping Jeff’s erection through the sheet. “It is now,” he growled, his thumb rubbing slow circles. Jeff arched into the touch. Outside, the storm paused, holding its breath.

“Are you hungry/” Jeff asked.

“I could eat,” Dan responded.

“I thawed a couple of steaks in the fridge. How does that sound with a salad?”

Dan pushed the sheet aside. “Sound delicious,” he said.

After the satisfying meal, they adjourned to the bedroom again to chat for a few hours. The promise of two days together stretched before them, warm and uncluttered. Eventually, Dan yawned and dipped his head. The bed creaked under his shifting weight. Jeff sighed, sinking into the heat. The world outside could wait.

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I was sent to a prison that had a reputation for malpractice. In front of the Governor, he said, “We don’t tolerate worthless pieces of shit like you. Step out of line, and you’ll be in solitary.” “Yes sir, you won’t get a peep out of me.” “Fuck off, I’ve better things to do.” While I was frog-marched to my cell, other inmates wolf-whistled me, and shouted stuff like “Show us your ass!”. 

My cell mate, Sid was old enough to be my grandad. With the warden out of the way, he looked me up and down, and said, “I’ve never had a twink, I can’t wait to lights out, give us a twirl.” I thought the easiest way to get though was to oblige. I dropped my jeans and spun round in my boxers. 10pm sharp the lights went out, so without waiting to be told, I jumped down to the lower bunk. In the half light, I could see the old man sporting a huge weapon. All he could say, was, “God help your ass.” He told me to bend over the bed, and hold my cheeks apart. He knelt behind me, spat on my crack and his dick a few times, and forced his way in. I screamed so loud that one of the jailers came to see what was going on. He watched me getting hammered. Probably because of his age, he lasted for ever. It was a relief when he finally bred me. Unfortunately, that was not the end of my ordeal, as the warden had his way with me as well. I went back to the top bunk with a sore, dripping hole, and jerked myself.

Word quickly spread around the camp that I was easy meat. I actually started to look forward to the showers, knowing I’d get serviced by whoever else was there. They had a distinct pecking order. using soap as lube, they would take it in turns to have their way. Sometimes the guards would join in, all fucking me for a few minutes before changing round. I was aloud to sort myself once they’d had their fill. 

After a couple of months, Sid left and I had the cell to myself for a few days, before a younger guy, in his 30s moved in. Tim, handsome though he was, had been put away for GBH, so was not to be messed with. Tim was much nicer. He liked to kiss and cuddle. He preferred to do it missionary, so we could still kiss. It became love making instead of virtual rape. For once I looked forward to being shagged. I also had to learn a trade, and took up cookery. Working in the kitchens was an easy life, and it gave me a purpose in life. After four months, I was brought before the Governor again, this time for good news. “Well, it seems as though we’ve done the trick. Chef tells me that you have worked hard and responded well.” “Yes, sir, I enjoy the work.” “With the help of the Probation Service, I have secured a live-in position for you at a hotel a few miles away. You will be released early to take up your position. Be warned, this is your absolute final. Fuck up again and there will be no sympathy.

Two weeks later, I started my new job as a commis chef. I never looked back. It was all the more rewarding, as two of the waiters regularly fucked me. 

And that’s my story.    

The fluorescent lights hummed overhead in the oppressive silence of Gary’s private office. At 27, Jason stood rigidly before his 50-year-old boss, his tailored suit suddenly feeling suffocatingly tight. The prestige of working at this financial institution meant nothing now as he stared down the barrel of his professional ruin and something far more insidious. Gary’s fingers steepled beneath his chin, eyes roving over Jason’s physique with predatory hunger.

“You understand the position you’re in,” Gary finally spoke, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the air. “That trade error cost us millions.”

Jason swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly. “I know, sir. I’m prepared to face the consequences.”

“Oh, you’ll face consequences alright.” Gary’s lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach his cold eyes. “But I’ve found an alternative path to redemption for you. One that suits my… particular tastes.”

The threat hung unspoken in the air between them—the exposure of Jason’s secret life as an OnlyFans creator catering to lewd requests involving his muscular physique and sensitive nipples. The mask he wore during those performances hadn’t been enough to hide his identity from Gary, who had been watching him for months, fantasizing about this exact moment.

Jason’s hands clenched at his sides. “What exactly do you want?”

Gary rose from his desk, walking slowly around Jason like a predator circling prey. “Close the door and lock it. Then draw the blinds.”

With trembling hands, Jason complied, sealing them in the opulent office. When he turned back, Gary was standing closer than before, his gaze raking over Jason’s body with undisguised lust.

“Now,” Gary commanded, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Take off your clothes. Slowly. I want to savor every moment of your humiliation.”

Jason hesitated, his pride warring with desperation. His family’s debts hung over his head like a guillotine. If Gary exposed him, he wouldn’t just lose his job—he’d be socially ruined, unable to find employment in finance ever again. The shame would destroy his parents, who already struggled to make ends meet.

Reluctantly, Jason began to unbutton his shirt, his movements stiff and awkward. Gary watched with rapt attention, his eyes fixed on Jason’s chest as it gradually revealed itself. The fabric parted to display a powerful torso covered in a light dusting of hair, with defined pectoral muscles that strained against his skin.

“Faster,” Gary snapped, growing impatient. “I want to see what I’ve been imagining.”

Jason quickened his pace, discarding his shirt and moving to his belt. Within moments, he stood naked before his boss, his muscular frame on full display—the product of countless hours in the gym, maintaining the physique that was both his source of income and now his instrument of submission.

Gary circled him again, his hands reaching out to trace the lines of Jason’s biceps and triceps. “Magnificent,” he murmured, his fingers digging into the firm muscle tissue. “Absolutely magnificent.”

Jason stood perfectly still, his eyes squeezed shut, trying to detach himself from the reality of the situation. But when Gary’s hands moved upward to cup his chest, thumbs brushing over his nipples, a shiver ran through him despite himself. He bit back a groan as the unexpected sensation sent tingles through his body.

“I’ve always loved muscular men,” Gary confided, his voice thick with desire. “Especially those with sensitive nipples like yours. Did you know that? Every time I saw you in the office, I imagined having you like this. Helpless. Exposed.”

He pinched Jason’s nipples gently, then harder, eliciting a soft gasp from the younger man. Gary’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched the reaction.

“Keep your chest out,” he ordered, giving another sharp tweak. “Let me enjoy them.”

For five agonizing minutes, Gary played with Jason’s nipples, alternating between gentle caresses and rough pinches. He leaned in to lick and nibble at them, treating them like delicacies to be sampled. Jason’s breathing grew ragged, and to his horror, he felt his cock beginning to swell, betraying his body’s involuntary response to the stimulation.

Gary noticed immediately, a triumphant smirk spreading across his face. “Look at that,” he purred. “My little subordinate getting hard from being treated like a toy. Does that embarrass you, Jason? Knowing how easily I can make you respond?”

Jason didn’t answer, keeping his eyes tightly shut as tears of humiliation pricked behind his lids. Gary laughed softly, continuing his torment until Jason was fully erect, his cock straining toward his stomach.

“Excellent,” Gary finally said, stepping back to admire his work. “Now, I want you to do push-ups until you fail. Show me how strong my little slave really is.”

Without waiting for confirmation, Gary kicked Jason’s feet out from under him. The younger man caught himself with his hands, assuming the push-up position. For the next several minutes, he lowered himself to the floor and pushed back up, his muscles burning with exertion. Sweat beaded on his brow and trickled down his spine as he counted each repetition.

At 120 push-ups, Jason’s arms began to tremble violently. His muscles screamed in protest, but he refused to give up, knowing the alternative was unacceptable. Just as he thought he might collapse, Gary’s weight settled on his back, pressing him down further.

“Still going?” Gary whispered in his ear, his breath hot against Jason’s neck. “Good boy.”

As Jason continued his exhausting exercise, Gary resumed his attentions to his nipples, twisting and pulling them while simultaneously kneading his abs. The conflicting sensations—pain from the physical exertion and pleasure from the nipple play—created a dizzying cocktail that left Jason disoriented.

“Flex your abs for me,” Gary demanded. “Show me how they ripple.”

Gritting his teeth, Jason tightened his core muscles, making them contract and release in time with his push-ups. Gary moaned appreciatively, grinding his hips against Jason’s backside.

Finally, with a cry of exhaustion, Jason’s arms gave out, and he collapsed onto the floor, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. Gary rolled off him, then grabbed Jason’s ankles and flipped him onto his back.

“Hands behind you,” Gary instructed, positioning Jason’s wrists together. “Let’s see those pecs nice and prominent.”

Once Jason’s hands were secured behind his back, Gary admired the view—his subordinate splayed out helplessly, muscles glistening with sweat, cock still impressively hard. Reaching into his desk drawer, Gary produced a bottle of Viagra lotion and a pair of electric gloves.

“Time for the fun part,” he said with a wicked grin.

He applied generous amounts of the lotion to Jason’s body and cock, rubbing it in thoroughly. Jason gasped as the warming sensation spread across his skin, making every nerve ending tingle with heightened sensitivity.

Gary put on the electric gloves and approached Jason once more. Starting with a gentle touch to Jason’s chest, he gradually increased the intensity, pinching and twisting his nipples. The combination of the lotion and electric stimulation was overwhelming, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through Jason’s body.

Sometimes Gary would follow the electric shocks with his tongue, licking and soothing the abused nubs before subjecting them to more torment. Jason couldn’t hold back his groans anymore, moans of both agony and ecstasy escaping his lips as he writhed on the floor.

This continued for thirty minutes straight, Gary mercilessly attacking Jason’s nipples with increasing intensity. Finally, with a particularly sharp jolt followed by a soothing lick, Jason cried out, his body convulsing as an orgasm tore through him. Cum spurted from his cock, landing on his stomach and chest, completely untouched except by Gary’s cruel games.

Humiliation washed over Jason in waves as he lay there, spent and exposed. “Can I go now?” he asked weakly, hoping this nightmare was finally over.

Gary laughed, a harsh sound that grated on Jason’s nerves. “Oh, we’re just getting started,” he replied. “You think this was payment for your mistakes? No, this was just an appetizer.”

Jason felt a surge of anger mixed with fear, wanting desperately to lash out at his tormentor but knowing he couldn’t risk exposing his secret. Instead, he remained silent, watching as Gary retrieved two small metallic nodes and a vibrator from his desk.

“What are those?” Jason asked, suspicion creeping into his voice.

“Insurance policies,” Gary said with a smirk. “And toys.”

He attached the nodes to Jason’s nipples, which were already sore and hypersensitive from the previous treatment. The cool metal sent fresh shivers through the younger man.

Then Gary held up the vibrator. “This goes where you’d expect,” he said, his eyes glinting with malice. “And don’t worry, I’ve oiled it up nicely.”

Jason recoiled instinctively. “No! I’ve never—”

“No what?” Gary interrupted, his expression hardening. “Never been properly fucked? Never had someone take control of that tight little asshole of yours? Well, there’s a first time for everything.”

Before Jason could protest further, Gary positioned the vibrator at his entrance and pushed steadily inward. Despite his resistance, Jason’s body, lubricated and sensitized by the lotion, gradually accepted the intrusion. The unfamiliar sensation was overwhelming—a strange mix of discomfort and burgeoning pleasure that he couldn’t reconcile.

Gary smiled at Jason’s reactions. “See? Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind doesn’t.”

Once the vibrator was fully inserted, Gary tapped on his smartphone. Immediately, Jason felt the nodes on his nipples begin to vibrate gently, followed by the vibrator inside him. The dual sensations sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body, making him gasp.

“It’s all connected to my phone,” Gary explained, showing Jason the app interface. “I can control the intensity, the patterns, everything. And right now, I’ve got it set to Level 2—just enough to keep you on edge all day.”

Jason’s eyes widened in horror. “All day? You can’t be serious!”

“Oh, but I am,” Gary confirmed. “You’ll wear these all day at your desk. And whenever I feel like it, I’ll increase the intensity. Imagine trying to concentrate on market reports with vibrations shooting through your most sensitive spots. It’ll be delicious.”

Jason tried to sit up, intending to remove the devices, but Gary placed a firm hand on his chest, pushing him back down.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned. “Remember what’s at stake here. One wrong move, and your family’s secrets become public knowledge. Now, get dressed. You have a long day ahead of you.”

With trembling hands, Jason pulled on his clothes, the nodes and vibrator still attached to his body. The constant low-level buzzing was already making him uncomfortably aroused, and he knew he’d be walking a fine line between pleasure and distraction all day.

As Jason left Gary’s office, he could feel the devices working against him. Several times throughout the morning, Gary sent notifications to his phone, adjusting the settings. Each time, Jason would jolt in his seat, trying desperately to suppress his reactions as colleagues glanced his way.

By midday, Jason was a wreck. His cock was perpetually half-hard, throbbing with need that he couldn’t satisfy. The constant vibrations had made his nipples incredibly sensitive, and every movement of his clothing brushed against them, sending fresh waves of sensation through him.

Around lunch hour, Gary walked past his desk, pausing briefly to look down at him. With a subtle tap on his phone, he increased the intensity to Level 4. Jason nearly jumped out of his chair, biting his lip to keep from crying out as powerful vibrations rocked his body.

Gary merely smiled and continued walking, leaving Jason to suffer through the rest of his lunch break. By the time the workday ended, Jason was exhausted, his body aching from prolonged arousal and the constant stimulation.

“Come to my office before you leave,” Gary instructed as Jason packed up his things. “We have arrangements to finalize.”

Jason’s heart sank. He had hoped this ordeal was over, but apparently, it was just beginning.

When he entered Gary’s office, he was shocked to find not just his boss but a car waiting outside.

“My house tonight,” Gary informed him, not looking up from his computer. “You’ll stay there. Consider yourself on call.”

Jason’s stomach churned. “Stay overnight? Is that necessary?”

“Absolutely,” Gary replied, finally meeting his eyes. “We have much more to explore, and I prefer to do it in a more… comfortable environment.”

The drive to Gary’s mansion was tense and silent. Jason sat in the backseat, acutely aware of the devices still attached to his body, occasionally buzzing with reminders of his submission. When they arrived, Gary led him inside and down to the basement, where Jason was stunned to find not a spare room but a fully equipped dungeon.

The walls were lined with various implements of torture and pleasure—whips, paddles, restraints, and devices Jason couldn’t name. In the center of the room stood a peculiar contraption that looked like a torture device from medieval times.

“This is my special creation,” Gary explained with evident pride. “The Torture and Milking Chair. Perfect for someone like you.”

He gestured for Jason to approach. The chair consisted of a stool with mechanical parts and restraints, angled at seventy degrees to force the occupant to keep their core engaged. Once Jason was seated, Gary quickly fastened his wrists behind the chair, securing his arms in place.

Then he produced a tube and fastened it to Jason’s cock, connecting it to a flask below. Before Jason could process what was happening, mechanical arms emerged from the floor, surrounding him and beginning to caress his nipples, brushing and twisting them with precise, relentless movements.

Simultaneously, a mechanical dildo extended from beneath the chair, pressing against his entrance. Jason tensed, remembering the earlier violation, but Gary simply increased the pressure until the device slid inside him.

“Perfect fit,” Gary commented, watching intently as Jason’s body responded to the dual stimulations. “Now, let’s see how much you can take.”

Gary positioned himself between Jason’s legs, placing his hard cock against the younger man’s rippling abdominals. As the mechanical arms and dildo worked their magic on Jason’s body, Gary began to thrust against his abs, using them as a makeshift fuck hole.

Jason groaned in protest, but the sounds quickly transformed into moans of pleasure as the combined sensations overwhelmed him. His muscles contracted involuntarily, massaging Gary’s cock as it slid against his stomach. Gary’s breathing grew ragged, his eyes glazed with lust as he watched his subordinate suffer and enjoy the torture simultaneously.

Within minutes, Gary reached his climax, spurting his seed across Jason’s stomach. But the machines didn’t stop—they continued their relentless work, driving Jason closer and closer to the edge.

“Please,” Jason begged, his voice hoarse with desperation. “I can’t take anymore. Please turn it off.”

Gary ignored his pleas, instead increasing the intensity of the machines. Jason’s head fell back, a cry tearing from his throat as an orgasm ripped through him, his cock pulsing as he filled the collection flask with his release. But the machines showed no mercy, continuing their stimulation even as Jason rode wave after wave of pleasure that bordered on pain.

Gary smiled, watching the spectacle unfold. “Keep up,” he instructed, patting Jason’s cheek before turning and leaving the room, locking the door behind him.

Alone in the dungeon, Jason was left at the mercy of the machines, his body wrung out with orgasms that seemed endless. Hours passed as he suffered through the night, his senses overwhelmed, his body exhausted yet still responding to the relentless stimulation. Gary returned periodically to check on him, sometimes adjusting the settings to prolong his torment, always leaving with a satisfied smile.

By morning, Jason was broken, his body and mind pushed beyond their limits. He had lost count of how many times he had come, his vision blurry, his muscles aching from the constant tension required to maintain the position.

When Gary finally unlocked the door and released him, Jason could barely stand. He stumbled out of the chair, free from the devices that had tormented him all night, yet somehow still feeling their phantom presence on his body.

“Get cleaned up,” Gary ordered, pointing to a bathroom nearby. “Then we’ll discuss your future here.”

As Jason showered, washing away the evidence of his night of degradation, he knew his life had irrevocably changed. The power dynamic between him and Gary had shifted permanently, and he was now trapped in a web of blackmail and humiliation from which he couldn’t escape. But for his family’s sake, he would endure whatever Gary demanded, no matter how degrading or painful it might be.

The sun, low on the horizon, cast long shadows across the dusty ground where Greeks and Israelites had gathered in an uneasy truce. The anticipation was palpable; the murmur of the crowd swelled like a storm as Hercules, the colossal demigod-the loser of a few days ago-entered the arena. His imposing figure, oiled and gleaming, stood over two meters tall, and his muscles moved like wrought iron beneath his bronzed skin. He wore only a simple loincloth, and his eyes flashed with predatory hunger as he surveyed his opponent. The latter had only one thought on his mind: to defeat this Israelite and restore his pride, sullied by Samson in their previous fight. David, the young shepherd hero, advanced with defiant grace. At 21, he stood 1.78 meters tall and weighed 85 kilograms; His body was a masterpiece of youthful strength: broad shoulders tapering to a chiseled waist, abs as defined as marble, and limbs sculpted by years of throwing stones and tending flocks. His bronzed skin glowed, his face, handsome as Apollo’s, framed by tousled hair. He wore a simple tunic, which he quickly removed, revealing his muscular physique in shorts, ready to prove his worth against that giant. The Israelites cheered, but the Greeks looked on with disdain, hoping their hero would reclaim his honor and that of his countrymen, knowing what lay ahead. The combat began with a clash that resounded like thunder. Hercules lunged first, his enormous hands gripping David’s shoulders with an iron fist. David squirmed before breaking free; Hercules was incredibly strong, but the young man managed to wriggle free with great difficulty. The demigod tried to lift David like a rag doll, but David was stronger than the Greek hero had anticipated, and it was impossible. David, for his part, even with his height as a disadvantage, tackled Hercules with extra force. The blow was so powerful that it shook the adult demigod’s bones and drew the first blood from his split lip. From then on, David was completely in control, toying with Hercules like a cat with a mouse despite the size difference. The young boy hugged him tightly, squeezing until his ribs cracked and his breath became ragged. “Now you’re mine, old man,” David growled, his hot breath on Hercules’s neck as he rubbed his erect member against the demigod’s buttocks through the thin fabric. The crowd roared-Israelites in jubilation, Greeks in horror-as David ripped off Hercules’s loincloth, revealing his firm, rounded buttocks and his semi-erect member, betraying his body’s involuntary response. David knelt, forcing him into a neck lock that arched his back painfully into a position that tested the elasticity and strength of every limb of his body. He used the lock to guide Hercules’s face toward his own crotch, abruptly pulling it away to reveal his enormous, throbbing member. “Open your mouth wide, old man” he ordered, thrusting into Hercules’s mouth. The demigod choked, tears streaming down his cheeks as David penetrated him mercilessly, thrusting deep until Hercules’ throat bulged. Saliva and pre-seminal fluid dripped from his chin, and the Israelites cheered with each brutal thrust. David pulled out only to turn Hercules around, bending him over in a full standing Nelson hold, his arms pinned high as he rammed into the young man’s tight ass. Hercules screamed, his body violated in front of thousands again, David pounding with a sadistic rhythm, groaning with pleasure as he stretched and tore. The punishment intensified. David moved on to wrestling moves designed to devastate. He lifted Hercules to deliver a suplex, holding him upside down in the air so the blood rushed to his head before slamming him back to the ground. Hercules’s abs twitched, exposed and vulnerable, as David mounted him in a vine-lock position, spreading his legs and rubbing against him. He leaned forward, sinking his teeth into Hercules’s left nipple, biting eagerly, reveling in the demigod’s moans as well as the howls and insults of the Greek crowd. Hercules screamed, writhing uselessly as David gripped the nipple, repeating the process with the right one, leaving the Greek hero’s chest completely red and burning with rage, pain, and pleasure. Not content, David focused lower. He flipped Hercules face down in a Boston hold, bending his legs back until his spine cracked in protest. With a free hand, he thrust it between Hercules’s thighs, grasping the young man’s penis-still half-erect from the forced arousal-and squeezed mercilessly. Hercules begged for mercy, but David only laughed, squeezing his member with savage intensity, reducing the tender flesh to a red mass that continued to pathetically ejaculate jets of semen. The cum pooled beneath them, Hercules’s manhood ruined, his screams turning into moans as pain overwhelmed him. Submission holds followed, each prolonged to maximize the agony. A leg lock twisted Hercules’s knee until it dislocated, tearing the ligaments. An arm lock dislocated his shoulder. David applied a chokehold, suffocating him until he was almost unconscious, only to release him and revive him with slaps, prolonging the torment. Meanwhile, he penetrated the demigod’s mouth or asshole between thrusts, using him as his personal fucktoy, semen dripping from the ravaged orifices, mingling with sweat and dusting the arena floor. Hours seemed to drag on in this endless beating, as David reveled a pleasure in the humiliation or proud men, just as he had humiliated Goliath a and his kin. Hercules’ once-impressive body was reduced to almost as one of the cheapest prostitutes in Sodom or Gomorrah after the most degenerate acts imaginable: bruises sprouting like dark flowers, limbs limp, his face swollen and unrecognizable. David couldn’t deny a sadistic nature; it was evident in the fight. The young man wanted to live for this, to subdue muscular old men for his own amusement and that of the crowd. The Israelites chanted with ecstasy; their champion had defeated the demigod once again. Finally, David lifted the battered Hercules one last time, holding him tightly. He yanked on his chin, arching his spine beyond belief, making the vertebrae crack under the pressure. With one last savage jerk, he snapped the Greek hero’s back, the crack rising above the din. Hercules lay motionless, paralyzed, his eyes glazed with defeat. David turned the mangled body over, Hercules’s mutilated figure spread out like a sacrifice. Smiling, he called to two young Greek soldiers standing on the sidelines: eager youths in the prime of life, their limbs already tense beneath their tunics. “Come, do him what you do in your pagan rites,” David commanded. The soldiers stripped naked and pounced on Hercules’s chest and abdomen, using his slick, bloody torso as a target for rubbing. They rubbed their members against the bitten and injured nipples, as well as the soft groin, thrusting in unison until they ejaculated, splashing hot semen all over Hercules’ battered body. As the crowd reached its peak, David stood tall. More of the Greek men joined their comrades, squirting a golden stream of urine over Hercules’ face and body. The perversion and humiliation were immense, but their excitement and desire were simply superior. The soldiers joined in, mingling their urine in a degrading act, drenching the defeated hero in a final act of humiliation. The Israelites erupted in chants of victory, while the Greeks who hadn’t joined fled in despair and shame. David had conquered the hero just as Samson had, making it clear to the demigod that he would have to seek a rival from other lands, because it seemed impossible for him to defeat someone from the region of Canaan, leaving Hercules a mere wreck on the sand. As the acrid stench of urine hung in the air, accumulating around Hercules’ inert and desecrated body, David had not yet finished savoring his conquest. The young shepherd knelt beside the battered demigod, once again encircling the hero’s waist with his enormous hands. With deliberate cruelty, he pulled him toward him in a crushing bear hug, compressing his shattered spine with such intense pressure that it elicited a weak, guttural groan from the paralyzed hero. Bones shifted unnaturally under the strain, and a new agony coursed through Hercules’s battered body, his limbs limp and lifeless. David leaned toward him, his youthful face inches from Hercules’s swollen, urine-soaked features. “It was a pleasure to spend this time with you, pagan. If you wish to become my concubine, you know where to find me,” he murmured, before pressing his lips to Hercules’ in a long, sensual kiss. It was possessive, invasive; his tongue forced its way between the bloodied lips, exploring the mouth that had been so thoroughly used. As the kiss deepened, David thrust his hips, rubbing his ever-hardening cock against Hercules’s mangled groin; the soft remains provided grotesque friction. He moved rhythmically, the bear hug tightening with each thrust, until his body tensed and he ejaculated again, spilling hot semen onto the demigod’s abdomen in thick strands, mingling with the drying semen and blood. With a sigh of satisfaction, David released the embrace, letting Hercules collapse to the ground like discarded refuse once more-twice now he had been vanquished by the Jews of Canaan. David stood tall, towering over the crowd, and bellowed at the astonished Greeks, “Take your hero home and try this time to bring someone who might actually lose to your would-be god!” But the Israelites demanded more of a spectacle. David gestured to the two young soldiers of the Greek side who still stood nearby, their eyes blazing with lustful anticipation. “One at a time, boys. Mount him like you mount your false wine god; make sure he feels it, even in his state.” The first soldier, a slender young man with brown skin and an eager smile, approached first. He tore off his tunic, revealing his member, already stiff from the display. Kneeling between Hercules’ open legs, he lifted the fractured hips slightly, ignoring the faint moan as he settled himself. With a grunt, he thrust into the battered asshole, the passage slick from previous rapes but still tight enough to elicit a hiss of pleasure. He thrust firmly, gripping Hercules’ bloodied thighs, increasing the pace frantically until he penetrated deep and ejaculated with a shudder, flooding the interior before withdrawing, exhausted. The second soldier wasted no time, shoving his comrade aside as he took his turn. Larger and more brutal, he flipped Hercules face down-his spine protested with a dull creak-and mounted him from behind like an animal. His thrusts were rougher, more punitive, pounding the battered orifice with blows that echoed in the sand. Hercules’ face sank into the earth, urine soaking his nostrils, as the soldier rode him to climax, groaning loudly as he ejaculated. Only then did David make a gesture of disdain, bringing the spectacle to an end. The Israelites dispersed in triumphant jubilation, while the Greeks, bowed down with shame, dragging their fallen hero for the second time: a once-mighty son of Zeus, reduced to a shattered, semen-soaked shell, destined to be a black stain begging for another chance to fight in the arena.

I was driving for, what, five hours before I saw that the gas arrow was pointing to low. I pushed another thirty minutes, visiting parents who live in another state is a pain in the ass, and that’s when I finally saw a gas station.

I parked my car, swiped my credit card at the pump, and started filling up. I realized that I suddenly needed to pee.

I finished pumping, hung the nozzle back up, and walked inside the station. Behind the counter was some guy who couldn’t be older than twenty, glued to his phone, not even bothering to acknowledge me. Whatever, I thought, and headed straight for the bathroom.

Two doors: one for women, one for men. I went into the men’s. On the right wall were six urinals; opposite them, three stalls. And in front were a few sinks.

Seeing no one was there, I took the third urinal. I unzipped my pants and started pissing. Just as I undid my belt and pulled my dick out, a man stepped up and took the urinal right on my left.

Fucking asshole, I thought, when there were three other ones he could’ve used. Whatever. I shook my dick a bit, getting the last drops out.

“Long drive?” the guy asked.

I turned to look at him and noticed his hand was moving back and forth. Was he jerking off?

“Y-yeah,” I muttered nervously, not knowing how to react. I still hadn’t tucked myself away, and the fact that this stranger had deliberately started jerking off right next to me, making sure I’d notice, and then spoke… where was this going?

“I know something that can take the edge off,” he said. He had a thick mustache, some stubble, was strongly built, clearly worked out; his hair was dark brown, almost black under the shitty fluorescent light. He was probably around forty.

“Oh?” was all I managed. Words were failing me. What the fuck was I supposed to say? I knew exactly what he was referring to.

“Oh indeed,” he replied, and that’s when I caught the thick Russian accent. He turned toward me, giving me a full view of his seven-inch hard cock. His pubes were trimmed, but the rest of his body was hairy.

My eyes widened, but so did my dick. Without thinking, I turned too, letting him see my eight inches. He bit his lip.

“You’ve got quite the package there, don’t you?”

I smiled at the compliment. “Thanks. You’re not small yourself,” I said.

“Can I touch it?” he asked. I couldn’t even speak anymore, so I just nodded.

His hand wrapped around my dick and started stroking back and forth. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath.

“Can I… return the favor?” I stuttered. He nodded, eyes never leaving my cock as he kept stroking me slowly.

I grabbed his dick. There was a thick vein running from his balls almost to the tip. I wrapped my fingers around it, my index finger resting just below the head, and started stroking him the same way he was stroking me.

“What if… what if someone sees us?”

“That just makes it hotter,” he muttered, voice thick with lust.

“Fuck…” He was right. The risk. The chance someone could walk in any second and catch us jerking each other off in the middle of the night in a public gas-station bathroom…

“Can I…” he started, breathless, “can I suck it?”

I didn’t even think, I just whispered, “Yeah.”

“Bathroom stall,” he said. He walked to the one furthest from the door, opened it for me, let me step in first, then followed. He closed the door but didn’t lock it, dropped straight to his knees, grabbed my dick in his strong hand, and rubbed it across his lips, across his mustache and stubble. It was prickly, but I didn’t dislike it.

He stuck his tongue out and licked the wet tip, teasing me, eyes locked on mine. While he teased the head, I grabbed the base of my dick with one hand, his hair with the other, held his head still, lined up, and pushed past his wet, precum-coated lips, because I had no more patience for teasing.

Once I was in, I let go of his hair and my shaft so he could take over. He started bobbing his head, stroking whatever he couldn’t swallow with his hand.

“Fuck… fuck…” I groaned. “You suck dick so well, man.”

I couldn’t see his lips smile, as they were stretched around my length, but his eyes glinted. I started thrusting gently as I watched his free hand drop to his own cock and start jerking himself. He picked up speed, sucking harder, faster, until finally he grabbed my thighs, pulled me deep, and took every inch, hitting the back of his throat, his muscles clenching around me.

I couldn’t last. “I… I’m gonna cum…” I warned.

He pulled off instantly, stroked me fast over his face, tongue out. A few pumps later my dick twitched in his hand and I painted his face, his mustache, his tongue, and chin with thick ropes of cum, groaning as quietly as I could.

He pulled his tongue back in, tasting me. I wished he’d swallowed it all, but then again I wouldn’t have gotten to see his face covered in my load.

Seconds later he groaned and shot on the floor; some of it splattered onto my shoes. When he finished, we both caught our breath; I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding mine. He stood up, pulled wet wipes from his pocket, and wiped his face clean.

He handed me one, muttered a quick “Sorry about your shoes,” opened the door, and disappeared.

I never saw that man again. But every now and then I’ll be lying in bed, thinking about him, wishing we’d done way more than just a blowjob, and those memories beat watching porn any day.

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When I was 18 or 19, I acquired my first smart phone, even though it was expensive, I had to have one. It took ages to figure it out, but in the end, started taking selfies and pictures of the family and dog.  Feeling a little naughty, I took pictures of my knob in different stages of arousal, including a shot of cum running down my shaft. I played with it constantly, taking it to college next day. and sneaking it out whenever I could. 

Sitting in the canteen at lunchtime, I noticed a lad on another table who was drop-dead gorgeous, and hoped my gaydar was right, Blond hair, and blue, come-to-bed eyes. I sidled over to him and introduced myself, even though he was probably out of my league. He smiled, and patted the chair next to his, inviting me to sit. His name was Bobby. We chatted and drank Coke, I could see from his eyes that he fancied me. In the end, I managed to get his WhatsApp number from him. 

That evening, I texted him, saying how lovely I thought he was. The messaging became raunchier, so I sent him a pic of my flaccid penis. Back came one of his boner. I upped the ante, looking through my gallery, I found the pic of cum running down my shaft. I thought he couldn’t trump that, but back came a short video of him wanking and squirting his load. I replied that I’d love to see that for real. I got an aubergine (egg plant) and cum emoji back. I had to leave it at that to relieve my hard-on.   

I skipped into college next day, looking forward to lunchtime. The morning dragged, but eventually, the clock ticked round to 1.00. I was devastated when Bobby was nowhere to be seen. I hadn’t known his course was only one day a week. I sat in the canteen, pouring over the erotic images and rubbing my ever growing cock. I was concentrating so much, I didn’t realise two other lads were looking over my shoulders, until one of the growled, “Like cock, do we?”. I blushed and tried to hide the phone, but it was too late. “Best have some real ones to look at”. We went off outside to the playing field, and over to the far side behind some bushes. Out of sight, they pushed me to my knees and flopped their dicks out, telling me to suck them, something I’d only ever dreamed of. Gingerly, I took them in my hands. The first time I’d ever held another man’s penis. They grew as I stared at them. “Suck them”, they demanded. I poked my tongue out. There was a slight ammonia smell, but I did as I was told. One of them pushed his now hard cock into my mouth and started to face fuck me, making me choke. Saliva dribbled off my chin as he forced another inch in. his mate had taken over wanking duties. “You’re our little cock sucking bitch now”, and pumped harder, making me nearly lose my balance. My own knob was rock hard and doubled up inside my tight Y-fronts. His mate splattered in my face, some of it stinging my eyes. I swallowed my first cum load as it pulsed into my mouth. “Thanks, you little cunt, we may need your services another day.” They did themselves up and wandered nonchalantly away. With them out of the way, I laid on the grass and blew a huge load. 

≈ Ch. 9: STELLAN’S INITIATION ≈

 

~ Forbidden desires ~

After the intense heart-to-heart with Deimos in the pool, Jason got out of the water, quickly toweled off and wore his tunic again. His growling stomach told him it was lunch time, so he moved to the Altar and asked for some food for Deimos. He did it in the most ‘traditional’ way, invoking Laudon and then bending a knee: it was more than clear that Deimos wasn’t ready to fully accept the truth about Boba-Maiii, and Jason didn’t want to make him feel bad.

“Don’t you have lunch with me?” – Deimos asked, grabbing the bowl that Jason was offering him.

“I’d better go to the Dining Hall. I wouldn’t want to hide what we do and what we… feel, but you’re right when you say the co-husbands wouldn’t understand. Most of the Pales wouldn’t, either. I’ve been here in your private room the entire morning, without any apparent reason, and… some questions may arise.”

“You’re my Helper!” – Deimos defiantly stated, but he soon deflated: “…but we must be careful. People talk…”

Jason shot a conciliatory smile, nodding his head, and went away. He didn’t really care about what people could say, as it was clearly none of their business what he did or didn’t do with Deimos; but was painfully aware that for Deimos it was completely different. He was a Dark, he was the First Husband, and wasn’t precisely loved by the co-husbands. A misstep could cost him an unbearable humiliation, and that was the last thing Jason wanted to happen to Deimos.

Right or not, Jason knew he couldn’t talk to anyone about his deep bond with Deimos; and yet, what he felt in his heart was just too big to keep it sealed inside himself…

Jason’s eyes brightened when he entered the Dining Hall and spotted Stellan sitting at a table, alone, eating the brownish pudding that was their only food for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Stellan was his best friend, they’d always shared their deepest secrets and unspeakable desires, and Jason knew he could safely share with him this secret, too.

“Hey buddy…” – Jason saluted after taking a bowl of uninviting pudding, sitting in front of Stellan, who raised his gaze and smiled wide; his eyes soon became a bit inquisitive: “You’re grinning like the cat who ate the canary…”

Jason chuckled, because he felt exactly like that… except no one in Eclipse could tell what a ‘cat’ or a ‘canary’ were: it was just an expression that came from ancient times when probably it still had a meaning.

Casting wary glances around to ensure no one could hear, Jason dropped his voice and said: “Now, keep it quiet… I did something I couldn’t believe possible… I asked Deimos to make love to me.”

Stellan’s jaws almost dropped into the bowl: “Make… love? You mean… all the way? You gave him your ass??”

“You got the picture, yes” – Jason chuckled, and Stellan looked at him with wide eyes full of admiration, like he was a hero or something: “Say… is Deimos as endowed as I think he is?”

This time Jason had to put some effort into muffling an earthy laughter: “I didn’t count the inches, but granted, it felt like it never ended!”

“You’re so brave! It must’ve hurt a lot… I mean, a man’s ass is not made to do… that!”

“If you ask me, I’d say a man’s ass is just perfect to do that!” – Jason chuckled again – “And as for the pain… I felt some pain, but it was the sweetest pain I’ve ever felt. I guess that if the man cares about you, everything comes naturally, and the lovemaking is exquisite. For sure, this is what I felt. The pleasure I felt… I can’t describe it.”

Stellan was drinking from Jason’s lips, so he went on: “But what really blew my mind was the sense of… belonging to Deimos, the complete intimacy. I felt his pleasure and it became my pleasure. I don’t know if you can really understand what I mean, but witnessing a man gasping and writhing in the throes of his climax is… mind-blowing!”

“You’re about to witness it again…” – Stellan murmured with a coarse voice, hurriedly bringing his hand down the table, to subdue an irrepressible erection. His cheeks were flushed with an irresistible rosy glow.

There was a sudden noise in the almost deserted hall, and Jason glanced around in alarm. Far from them, the janitor Aric was just putting away his cleaning tools, ready for his afternoon break. Jason followed him with his eyes, watching him swaggering away, irresistibly manly and sexy as ever.

Stellan stood up, quickly grabbed both his own and Jason’s bowls (failing to notice that Jason had eaten no more than a couple spoons), put them in the automatic recycler and grabbed Jason by his hand: “Let’s go to our room, I want… to ask you something.”

Jason was not sure he wanted to reveal all the details of his sex with Deimos, because that’s what Stellan was going to ask him, of course; nonetheless, he gladly followed his friend along the hallway to their room. When alone, Stellan seemed restless and embarrassed, apparently unable to give voice to the questions that burned on his tongue. Jason placed a caring hand on his cheek and murmured: “Buddy, you know you can ask me anything…”

Stellan locked eyes with Jason, inhaled deeply and said in one breath: “Make love to me… I don’t want to be a virgin anymore… Make love to me, Jason! Now…!”

Jason didn’t expect that, but the smile that suddenly appeared on his face dispelled all of Stellan’s doubts and fears. And yet, his reply wasn’t what Stellan hoped for: “I’d love to. You’re special to me, Stellan! What we feel for each other goes way beyond a strong friendship: making love to you would be wonderful! Only… I just gave Deimos all I had to give: the sex was sublime, but it drained me.”

That wasn’t the only reason for Jason’s refusal, actually. He’d just lost his virginity to Deimos, who was very experienced in matters of sex. Jason wasn’t that experienced: he was not experienced at all! How could he hope to break into his friend without hurting him?

Stellan lowered his gaze and tried to wear an understanding grin, but it was more than obvious that a fire was raging inside him.

A sudden sparkle of mischief lit up Jason’s gaze: “I have an idea… But you have to trust me. Trust me completely.”

“I’d go into a Gryx’s lair, if you asked me…”

“Not a Gryx…” – Jason chuckled, grabbing his friend’s hand – “…but almost. Come!”

 

~ The God of Pleasure ~

Jason pulled Stellan out of the bedroom, walked down the hallway to the end and stopped in front of Aric’s door. He knew that at that time of the afternoon Aric was resting, but not sleeping. And in all likelihood, he was naked…

Stellan held Jason and asked anxiously: “Are you sure?”

“That’s what I ask you, buddy: are you sure you want to go all the way? Aric is 200% man, I know… uhm… first-hand; he’s a demanding lover, but he’d never hurt you. It’s your decision.”

Stellan nodded excited, and Jason slowly opened Aric’s door, without knocking. Inside, the light was very dim, warm, and Aric was lying on his bed, naked, in all his hairy and muscular glory. Stellan had an instant erection and Jason, though totally spent, felt his cock twitch and tingle.

Aric opened his eyes, a bit pissed off by the intrusion, and shot a stern look at the guys. Jason pushed Stellan close to the bed and, much to Aric’s surprise, bent a leg and lowered his head in a reverent pose: “O powerful Aric, God of Pleasure, don’t be angry with us for disturbing your peace! Please take this young man as a sacrifice, innocent and pure. He is offered to you… wholly.”

Speaking the last words, Jason reached for Stellan’s legs, made him turn around and sensually raised his tunic, revealing the guy’s perfect buns, round and inviting as ripe melons.

Aric’s reaction was unmistakable: his veiny cock began to rise and thicken, making the loose foreskin uncover his growing mushroom head. He was clearly amused by the unexpected role-play Jason had conjured for him, and proud of being addressed as ‘God of Pleasure’, but his eyes exuded a deep, almost menacing lust.

“He’s unstained and inexperienced” – Jason insisted, lowering his voice to a sensual whisper – “but he willingly offers himself to you, o God of Pleasure, to do to him whatever pleases your mighty virility…”

Stellan was barely breathing, listening to Jason’s almost blasphemous words, but the excitement of being offered as a sacrificial lamb to the almighty God of Pleasure (which in his eyes Aric was), made his heartbeat race. He turned his head, still showing off his perfect bottom, and eagerly nodded, to let Aric know how deeply he wanted to do it.

Aric rose from his bed, sporting a frightful erection, and moved closer to the kneeling ‘priest’; his stiff manhood was at an inch from Jason’s face. “What about you, kid?” – he asked, looking down at Jason with a predatory glance – “You already turned me down once…”

While still locking eyes with Jason, Aric wetted his middle finger into his mouth, slowly reached to Stellan’s virgin hole and unceremoniously pierced it. It was an almost lewd gesture, even demeaning for Stellan, but for both guys it was incredibly erotic. Stellan groaned with unrestrained desire and almost lost his load. But Jason got the message: Aric was still pissed off with him for his refusal to have anal sex.

Still kneeling in front of Aric, Jason looked up and glanced shyly at him: “I… I’m still sore from giving my virginity to Deimos, a few hours ago, but… I’ll give myself to you, too, if you ask me. I don’t ever want to turn you down, Aric…”

“Fuck…” – Aric growled, while his stiff cock bounced up and down – “Knowing that Deimos’ seed is still inside you makes me want your ass even more… But I’ll wait for you to be ready, kid. In the meantime…”

He furiously wiggled his finger into Stellan’s ass, who cried out in ecstasy: “Holy shit!”

“It’s such a tight little ass you’re offering me, Successor” – Aric growled, piercing Jason with a lustful gaze – “and I might hurt him badly… if I’m not properly lubed.”

He thrust his hips an inch forward; his bloated mushroom head was so close to Jason’s lips that the guy could feel its warmth. The message was clear, and Jason didn’t back off: he opened his jaws wide and welcomed the demanding member inside his wet mouth.

“Fuck… You’re born to suck cock, kid…” – Aric groaned, tilting back his head, and Jason felt thrilled, proud and ashamed at the same time. Thrilled by the feeling of Aric’s beautiful cock on his tongue, proud of being able to give such a great pleasure to a seasoned lover like the studly janitor… and ashamed to be considered ‘born to suck cock’, like a slut or a filthy invo. But this last thought somehow spurred him to take more of the throbbing rod, pushing his head forward and thoroughly bathing it with saliva.

Aric seemed restless. Jason knew how demanding he was as a lover, and pushed hard his mouth onto the stiff member, trying to take it down his throat; but he was tense, and the kneeling position didn’t help. He gagged and recoiled, tried again and once more he couldn’t go all the way. He looked up at Aric, who stared back at him with a stern gaze: “With so little spit, I will badly hurt the innocent boy you offered me…”

Jason kept Aric’s gaze, opened wide his mouth and grabbed Aric’s free hand, bringing it to the nape of his own neck. He couldn’t go all the way, so far, but he knew that Aric would’ve taken what he wanted.

Aric instantly guessed the reason for Jason’s unexpected gesture and flashed a knowing grin, but he didn’t pull Jason’s head to his pubes, like the guy expected. Instead, he withdrew his middle finger from Stellan’s ass and shoved it into Jason’s open mouth: “Here, this will help you…”

Jason greedily sucked Aric’s finger, savoring the scent and the taste of his friend’s intimate depths; he closed his eyes, munching with passion the savory finger, until it was brusquely withdrawn from his mouth. “Brace yourself, kid” – Aric growled, grabbing Jason’s head with both hands – “because you’re going to take it all… whether you’re ready or not.”

With a single thrust, Aric shoved the entire length of his greedy member into Jason’s open mouth, and held his head tightly pressed onto his groin; his bloated glans forcibly opened the tight throat muscles wide, sending shivers of pleasure coursing from his manhood to his entire body. “Fuck it feels so gooood…” – he moaned almost to himself, careless of Jason’s possible discomfort.

But Jason wasn’t feeling discomfort. He was totally subjugated by Aric’s overwhelming manliness and his invincible dominance, to the point of feeling like he was nothing more than a hole to fill, a sex toy, a puppet in Aric’s hands. And puppets don’t fight back, don’t resist and don’t feel discomfort. The only things that did matter, in Jason’s clouded mind, while the thick meat ravaged his throat, were Aric’s unrestrained moans of pleasure: a pleasure that he, Jason, could grant him with his inexperienced mouth!

That was the power of Aric: bringing his partners to cross the boundaries and break their limits, to venture into unexplored territories of wild sex and unfathomable ecstasy. Because that was what Jason was feeling: ecstasy. Despite being kneeling on the cold floor, and despite being treated like a sexual object, he felt Aric’s pleasure and it became his own pleasure; and when he looked up at Aric’s eyes, the glance of praise and respect he got back was more than he could desire.

 

~ An offer is accepted… in full ~

“Enough!” – Aric grunted, abruptly withdrawing his cock from Jason’s mouth – “Thanks kid, you lubed me up well. The ‘unstained boy’, here, maybe won’t feel split apart when I spear his tight hole! Boy! – he added, grabbing Stellan from his arm – “On the bed! Naked! And present your ass!”

It took no more than two seconds for Stellan to throw away his tunic and lay on the bed, on his back, holding his legs with his hands. Aric was soon over him, between the boy’s splayed legs, with his powerful hairy chest in full view in front of Stellan’s eyes. Stellan was trembling: watching Aric using and abusing Jason’s mouth filled him with fear and desire… but the desire was quickly overcoming any other sense.

“Are you a virgin, boy?”

“Yes, God of Pleasure…” – Stellan breathed, fighting to find enough air in his lungs to talk.

“And what’s your plea, boy?”

Stellan felt demeaned by Aric’s referring to him as ‘boy’, and not with his name; it seemed that for Aric he was nothing more than a sacrificial lamb, a faceless hole to vent his lust into. After what he’d seen and heard, Stellan knew that Aric was about to give him a rough fuck, brutally ripping his virginity in the most careless way, but his inner desire consumed him: in his eyes Aric was truly the mighty God of Pleasure, and nothing could be denied to him.

“O mighty God of Pleasure, I beg you to take my virginity…” – Stellan haltingly replied, while reality and role-play blurred into each other – “Please, fill me with your powerful virility, give me your mighty rod! Tear my hole open, hurt me, if you want, I don’t care.”

“Yeah, I could well shred that tiny hole of yours to pieces” – Aric menacingly growled, but soon his expression softened into a caring, affectionate smile – “But you see, I’m the God of Pleasure, not the God of Pain. Fear not, Stellan, relax, and leave everything to me, and I promise that you’ll scream, yes, but not in pain…”

Stellan smiled wide, looking straight at Aric and trying to take in all his enticing features at once, his sexy stubble, his manly jaws, his penetrant eyes. “Make love to me…” – Stellan almost whined, tilting his hips to entice the studly janitor, but he gently shook his head: “You’re not ready, yet. But with a little help from your friend…”

Jason took his cue and grabbed a jar of oil that unsurprisingly Aric kept at hand, right next to the bed, and offered it to Aric, who winked: “No, kid, you do it. Use plenty of lube and as many fingers as you can, because your buddy needs it… as I guess you know well, don’t you?”

With his eyes shining with excitement, Jason dipped his fingers into the jar and spread the slick oil all around Stellan’s hole, gently massaging the wrinkled areola to make the anal ring relax. Then he cautiously pushed a finger into the tight passage, looking straight at Stellan, who blushed and smiled back.

Jason had put one finger into his buddy’s hole, once, but now it was so different! Stellan was eager to be stretched and lubed and urged Jason to go on, deeper, adding more fingers. When the fingers became three and Stellan’s hole could effortlessly accommodate them, Aric took the lead again, leaning over Stellan and pressing his stiff cock on the guy’s slick hole.

Stellan held his breath, but Aric didn’t shove his member inside him as expected: he just stood still, pressing his mushroom head on Stellan’s backdoor. “You feel it, don’t you, Stellan? You are ready now, you can take me inside you. Desire it. Crave it. Open up for me, boy, and I’ll give you what you begged for…”

Aric’s voice was soothing, caring, but brought with it an understated dominance; despite the calm tone, his voice conveyed orders that couldn’t possibly be ignored. The God of Pleasure had spoken, and Stellan’s body obeyed, opening up to welcome the hot love stick inside. “OoooOOOHH!!!” – Stellan exclaimed, feeling the thick member moving past his tight anal ring and plopping inside. There was no pain, no discomfort: only an indescribable feeling of fullness. A virile member was exploring his depths for the first time, and the man who was maneuvering it was the sexiest man Stellan had ever known.

“More…” – Stellan begged with a coarse voice, as Aric wasn’t moving; and his plea was immediately heard. The stiff club began crawling inside him, deeper and deeper, giving to Stellan sensations that his inexperienced body couldn’t even imagine.

“Breathe…” – Aric gently reminded him, while his long rod reached deep inside Stellan’s body, to then rest against a bend on the guy’s inner linings. Aric stopped again and recoiled, then pushed back his cock deep inside Stellan, and then again, over and over, wringing halting moans and gasps from the ecstatic guy. But every time Aric pushed in, he always stopped at the same point.

“Give me it all…” – Stellan begged, but Aric was unsure: “It would hurt, and I don’t want to hurt you. There’s no need for you to take it all…”

“I came to give you something” – Stellan murmured – “but so far I only received from you. Let me give you all of myself, to the last inch. Please, God of Pleasure, accept my offer…”

Aric gave some more gentle thrust into Stellan’s chute and then nodded: “OK. But I can’t let you scream, or people would come, and we need some privacy, don’t we?”

“I won’t scream… I promise I won’t scream…!”

“Oh, you would, if I let you… Take a deep breath!”

Stellan inhaled as deep as he could and Aric immediately pressed his palm on his mouth, using the side of the thumb to pinch the nose, totally cutting the airflow. With a short, powerful thrust Aric’s cock made Stellan’s inner defenses crumble and broke into his most secret cavities. Stellan shut his eyes and stiffened, the veins on his neck bulging out for the effort of screaming, but not the faintest sound came out of his smothered mouth.

Aric stood still, looked straight at Stellan and slowly loosened his grip on the guy’s mouth. Stellan exhaled loudly, and then stuttered. “Th… Thank you…”

“My sweet, brave boy…” – Aric replied with a tenderness that neither Stellan nor Jason had ever heard – “You offered me your pain, now let me give you pleasure, in return…”

The experienced cock began moving back and forth, slowly at first, but soon pacing up, pushing inside with more passion, more determination. Aric’s eyes never stopped checking Stellan, while his cock became a piston that stretched open Stellan’s insides, to then retreat, leaving a short-lived sense of emptiness before the next assault.

Jason, sitting on the floor next to the bed, watched in awe Aric’s muscular body sway and arch, while his hips banged on Stellan’s buns with the force of a piledriver. At each powerful thrust, Stellan uttered a choked squeal, wearing an expression of pure bliss. The sexual tension that Aric’s cock was literally pouring into him was almost unbearable, and every time the experienced rod, not by chance, hit Stellan’s prostate, a burp of pre-cum spilled out of the guy’s dick.

“I… I can’t hold it…” – Stellan suddenly said with urgency – “Aric… I can’t hold it!! I’m coming…!!!”

“Take a deep breath!!” – Aric sternly commanded, and when Stellan’s lungs were full of air, he muffled his mouth again and pinched his nose.

All of Stellan’s muscles stiffened in the throes of the most intense pleasure his inexperienced body had ever felt; and incredibly enough, his inability to voice his pleasure boosted it to almost unbearable levels.

With his other hand, Aric grabbed Stellan’s spurting cock and stroked it with a tight grip, making Stellan arch his body even more.

“Nipples!” – Aric ordered Jason, and when the guy shot him a worried glance, he repeated in a commanding tone: “Nipples!”

Jason instantly assaulted his friend’s nipples with his mouth and his fingers. Stellan’s eyes bulged out, to then roll back, when his mind went weak for the hurricane of pleasure wreaking havoc on him: a wild, almost savage climax that his body, so unused to the joys of sex, couldn’t possibly bear.

“Fucccckkkk!!!” – Aric bellowed, slamming his cock all the way into Stellan’s spasming body and unloading his manly seed deep inside him. He raised his hand from Stellan’s mouth and a soft groan escaped the guy’s lips, followed by many deep breaths.

Aric looked down at Stellan, who stared back at him with glassy wet eyes: “You OK, boy?”

Stellan tried to talk, but his emotions didn’t let him; he grabbed Aric with his arms and legs, holding him tight, while murmuring with broken voice: “Thank you… Thank you…”

Jason took a deep breath of relief. He knew firsthand what Aric could do to a young man who knew almost nothing about physical pleasure; he’d already guessed the mischievous pleasure Aric found in granting to an inexperienced guy a pleasure that would blow many an adult’s mind. Jason expected Aric to do his wicked magic to Stellan, too; but Stellan’s reaction, while feeling an almost impossible pleasure without even the chance to scream, scared Jason a bit. And yet, when ordered to titillate his friend’s nipples, he obeyed Aric’s command, because he trusted him completely; borrowing Stellan’s words, Jason would’ve walked into a Gryx’s lair, if Aric told him.

“Holy fuckin’ shit!” – Stellan exclaimed, slowly disengaging from Aric’s body; but soon gasped, as Aric never let the boys use swear words: “I’m sorry, it slipped from my mouth!”

“You’re a man, now” – Aric replied with a fatherly grin – “You’re allowed to talk dirty, now and then!”

Stellan smiled and tried to move, but fell back on the mattress: “I… I don’t think I can stand on my feet right now…”

Aric recoiled and stood upright on his knees, laughing: “I bet you don’t! Hey, you’ve been fucked by the God of Pleasure, what did you expect? Stay kid, no need to rush. Sleep, if you want: Jason did the same when it was his turn… and he got a fraction of what I gave you!”

 

~ Hot retribution ~

Jason looked at Aric, his hairy body drenched in sweat, kneeling on the mattress in a manly pose, and couldn’t restrain a soft moan of desire. The studly janitor had always been an icon of masculinity in Jason’s eyes, but watching him now, with his knees apart and his cock still hard and dripping from the wild sex, was totally pornographic. It wasn’t just the manly pose, but also the confident and satisfied expression he had on his face. If a God of Pleasure ever existed, he couldn’t be anyone but Aric…

Despite feeling still drained after the intense sex with Deimos, Jason felt a fire rage inside him, and his dick slowly made a tent under his tunic. Almost without thinking, he climbed on the bed and stood on his knees, in front of Aric; without a word, he reached to Aric’s sweaty torso and sank his fingers into his thick body hair, sensually brushing his palms on the muscular pecs and contouring with his fingers the chiseled abs.

When his prying fingers reached Aric’s nipples, the man gasped and recoiled: “I’m done, kid… Don’t touch me there…”

“Let me enjoy your superb body some more, God of Pleasure…” – Jason pleaded, reaching down to the janitor’s veiny cock, still at half-mast – “You’re too much of a man to wimp out, I know you can take it…”

“Ho… Holy fuck…!” – Aric stuttered, when Jason’s grip began an excruciating massage on his now sensitive cock. The residual oil on Jason’s hand and the few drops of sperm still oozing from the piss slit were the only lubricant Jason was using, and the vicious polishing on his cock head was sending jolts of discomfort course through Aric’s spine.

It was suddenly clear to both of them that there was a sort of test of endurance going on: Jason wanted Aric to get a taste of the unbearable sensations he just gave to Stellan; and Aric wanted to keep up with the ‘godly’ image the guys had of him. What was stronger? Aric’s pride or his temporary oversensitivity? Jason was determined to find out…

“Nnngghh…” – Aric groaned through his clenched teeth, while Jason, now using both hands, kept stimulating in the most erotic way his cock and his nipples; on the outside, he was leisurely keeping his stance, with his knees apart and his arms along his body, but in reality he was putting an heroic effort in repressing the involuntary shivers and jerks caused by the jolts of discomfort Jason was causing him. And his efforts weren’t going unnoticed by Jason, who watched with lustful eyes the janitor’s muscles twitch and stiffen under the hairy skin.

“You’re so damn sexy…” – Jason murmured with a rapt tone, deeply hit by Aric’s display of fierce manliness, and intensified his caresses, tickling the heavy balls hanging between the splayed legs and flicking his nail on the man’s stiff nipples. He was so engrossed in the intense sexual intercourse that he didn’t even realize that his own dick had risen to a stiff, throbbing erection.

But Stellan did notice it! With a mischievous smirk, the guy oiled his hands and reached under Jason’s tunic; Jason’s eyes snapped wide open and a loud gasp escaped his mouth when he felt a thick thumb forcing open his unsuspecting man-hole and a determined hand grabbing his now stiff cock.

Aric nodded to Stellan with an approving glance, urging him to go on and give his friend as wild a treatment as the one he himself was getting from Jason; and the tug-of-war going on between Aric and Jason suddenly turned up a notch. Stellan began stroking Jason’s dick in earnest, while shoving his thumb into his hole and using the other fingers to squeeze Jason’s perineum, and his prostate with it.

“Fuck!!” – Jason screamed, forcibly brought closer and closer to the peak of his pleasure; Stellan’s hands were playing a number on his most sensitive spots, and Jason realized he couldn’t last much longer. But he was determined not to cum before hearing Aric beg him to stop!

As a last resort, Jason bent down to Aric’s crotch; and though doing this granted Stellan an easier access to his private parts, it also let him engulf with his mouth Aric’s thick cock. There was no time, the pressure building into Jason’s groin was almost at a boiling point, and Jason shoved his face on Aric’s pubes, taking his entire length in one single thrust. Aric bucked hard, feeling his oversensitive glans brush against Jason’s tight throat muscles and a loud “FUCK!!” escaped his mouth.

Jason gave it all he got, and bobbed his head up and down the stiff rod with quick rabid thrusts. Aric uttered a feeble “Please…”; afraid to give in and beg like a loser, he quickly took a deep breath and muffled his mouth and nose, like he’d done earlier to Stellan. And then, in a stoic silence, accepted in full the torment Jason was giving him.

The raw sensuality and the fierce determination of Aric’s act blew Jason’s mind; he howled and stiffened, while his pent-up juices drenched his tunic and the bedsheets.

The game was over, Aric had won, and Jason bent his head down, panting. He’d defied the God of Pleasure, and now the irate God had every right to seek vengeance. Jason raised his head to look at Aric, and was surprised to see a deep respect in his eyes: “Well, Jason, you had nerve, I’ll give you that. I’m a sturdy son of a bitch, I’m rough and lewd, but I recognize a man when I see one, and you’re all man. But you’re not off the hook, yet: you owe me one. A big one. And you’ll give me.”

Jason lowered his gaze to Aric’s cock, which was bouncing and twitching, and gasped loud: “You mean… now?!”

“Ha ha ha!!” – Aric burst into laughter – “I could, take my word, young man! And thinking about it, I’m well lubed and your ass is nicely oiled… But I have a job, you know? Who’s gonna clean the mess you do in the dining hall if I’m here fucking the spunk out of you?”

Jason was visibly relieved, because he couldn’t possibly give his ass to Aric in that moment, after being deflowered by Deimos a few hours earlier and after the unexpected powerful orgasm Stellan almost ripped from his loins. But Jason was a man of honor: “I’ll give you what you want, Aric. You have any right to fuck me as wildly as you want. Just say when.”

“The ‘when’ is easy…” – Aric replied with a friendly smile, getting off the bed – “I’ll take your beautiful bubble ass when… and if… you so desire. You don’t owe me anything, Jason, but I’ll be more than glad to accept a willing offer from you. Just don’t barge in my room like you always do: let me know beforehand, because I have something very special in mind for you…”

The sudden jolt under Jason’s tunic made Aric laugh again: “Ha ha! There’s a very eager boy here…! Now go, you two, and take some rest. See you at dinner.”

Aric strolled to the bathroom, followed by sighs of desire and exhaustion, and closed the door behind him. Jason looked at Stellan with wide eyes: “Something ‘very special’, he said…”

“Yes he did…” – Stellan replied with sparkling eyes.

 

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