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  • A milestone

    A Milestone

    When I turned 18 I had a party at my friend Joe’s house. At first his family and some of our friends was there, but after the party broke up and our friends left, Joe’s family went to Orlando for the weekend and left Joe and I were at his house alone with all the beer.

    Joe and I had drunk a little during the party but after everyone left, he drank an entire six-pack of bud lite and passed out within a half hour. I’d only drank 2, so instead of passing out I went outside and enjoyed my buzz.

    While I was enjoying a smoke the next-door neighbor, a man in his 50s saw me and came over to ask for a light. While I was bullshitting with him, I told him that it was my 18th birthday. When he found out that Joe had passed out, so I wouldn’t be alone on my birthday, Mr. G invited me over to his place. Since I was finally catching a good buzz, I though, why not?

    While we talked we drank a couple of more beers, had some chips and pretzels and started watching some TV in his back room. Mr. G kept flipping channels and eventually some porn came on. We both started laughing because it was gay. Mr. G told me that a lot of people were into the older guy/younger guy stuff and that’s why they play it on the paid channel.

    He also pointed out that the younger guy seemed to be enjoying giving the older man a blowjob. As we watched the movie, Mr. G kept hinting that he’d like me to suck him off. I eventually asked, “Are you gonna show me your cock or do I have to pull it out.”

    I still remember seeing Mr. G’s huge, soft dick for the first time. When he unzipped his jeans there was a huge bulge straining against his BVD’s. As I watched, he pulled them down and his cock sprang free and bobbed in my face.  It was so big and powerful, even soft it was much larger than mine.

    I had never done this before so I was suddenly scared to death. Closing my eyes, I prepared to taste my first cock. As the musky smell of Mr. G’s balls drew me in, I reached out and with a shaking hand grasped his thick cock and started kissing, licking sucking its purple head. I marveled at the warmth that was radiating off his cock. As I slowly stroked it up and down Mr. G groaned,it gave me the nerve to get down on my knees in front of him. I stopped for a minute when I realized that I’d just licked my first cock.  

    Leaning forward, I stuck out my tongue and licked the head as I sucked it into my mouth. After I had as much of its length into my mouth as I could Istarted sucking. As my mouth moved up and down his shaft, I kept thinking,”This ain’t so bad.” As I quickened the pace of my mouth I felt Mr.G’s pubic hair rub against my nose and lips. As his huge shaft rammed in and out of my mouth, I felt the older man’s cock grow but didn’t realize that his orgasm was approaching. When he went off, Mr. G cummed prettyhard and I wasn’t expecting it. I felt the first blast of cum hit my tongue and I liked the salty flavor… before I could react the second blast of cum filled my mouth so full that I gagged and swallowed it.

    After he’d cummed I wanted to bring Mr. G to another orgasm, so I teased the tip of his flaccid cock with my tongue. He began to grow excited all over again. When I leaned over and took his spongy head in my mouth he grew even more aroused. Then all at once I took the length of it into my mouth and felt the tip of Mr. G’s hardening cock against the back of my throat. Mr. G groaned his approval as I increased the suction. “Gawd damn, you can really suck cock!” croaked Mr. G, “I’m gonna cum in a second.” I didn’t answer; I was too busy bringing him to another orgasm. I took Mr. G’s cock out of my mouth and circled the tip with my tongue, and then when I once again took the length of it down my throat, Mr. G began to shake. His thighs moved back and forth in an uncontrollable fucking motion. “I’m gonna cum, here it comes!” he wailed. Mr. G’s cock jerked and he moaned, “Oh gawd that’s good!” as his hot cum shot out into my waiting mouth. As cum filled my mouth some escaped onto my lips and down my chin. Even though I’d kinda liked the taste, I still wasn’t comfortable swallowing cum so the second time I waited until Mr. G was done and then I spit his cum out in the sink and got a drink.

    When I went back over to Joe’s house, he’d awakened and was sitting on the couch watching TV. I joined him and we started watching Conspiracy Theory.As we laughed and joked I thought about how much fun it had been sucking Mr. G’s cock, so I grabbed Joe’s crotch. When he didn’t push my hand away, then I went into sex slut mode and kissed my way down Joe’s neck, across his chest, pausing long enough to suck on his nipples, and then follow his silken-fine chest hair to my navel. I teased ‘thingy’ with my tongue, looking up at him and smiling when he tensed in response. Turning back to my task, I undid the buttons of Joe’s Levi’s, one by one, exposing his cock. It was bigger than I expected the kind of uncut cock where the shaft is as thick as the head. I rubbed it lightly with my fingers as I folded his fly open.

    I slide off the couch down to my knees and started kissing the head, causing Joe to start moving his hips. At my urging he lifted his ass off the couch and I pulled his jeans down to his knees. Lifting his legs, I pulled them off.

    I put my hand around his cock and used my tongue to flick the head a few times. Then I slid my tongue down the shaft and started suck and lick his balls. Stunned by what was happening, Joe leaned forward and watched my lips slide over his cock head and down the shaft. I started sucking him, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. His cock was going in so deep that his pubic hair was tickling my nose and the head was bumping the back of my throat. After about another 30 seconds or so, I felt his cock start to pulsate and the salty sensation of his hot cum hitting the back of my throat. I kept stroking and sucking as he moaned and shot 4 or 5 hot streams of cum into the back of my throat. Joe was my friend so I was afraid of offending him by spitting, so I hungrily swallowed.

    Instead of hurting our friendship Joe and I feel like even better friends now because on top of being good friends he’s cumming in my mouth about once or twice a week now. It totally helped our relationship.

    So my 18th birthday party turned into me sucking my first cock and having 2- different guys cum in my mouth a couple times.

    I continued to regularly suck Joe’s cock anytime we could find the privacy. Once when Joe and I were looking for a safe place, Mr. G invited us over and I blew them both. Mr. G managed to get me back to his house a couple of more times before the summer ended and I went off college. College was a time for exploring and testing boundaries, so I was able to pursue my new love cock with a few of my more discrete fellow students and often with professors.

    I’m 28 now and no one has ever found out about all the times that I’ve sucked guy’s cocks. To hide from prying eyes, I get a room, go to their place,or have them at my place. I lay them down on the bed, pull off their pants, and suck their cock until they cummed. When the guy starts moaning and moving his hips, that lets me know that he’s close. And then when their shaft gets real hard and I can taste a little pre cum, I know they’re gonna blow. So I clamp my lips down and hold on because he’s cumming. Now that I’m use to the slimy raw oyster feel, I usually just keep sucking and swallow until the guy is spent.It’s a thrill for me, and usually I can take any load.

    That first guy, Mr. G was like 55 or something and I liked it, so I since then when possible I’ve always blown older guys.

    I think I’m getting too well known. About 3-months ago a guy called and wanted his cock sucked. He was a trucker and said that he’d gotten my name off a restroom wall at a truck stop out on the interstate. I met him out side of town at a rest stop for truckers and I blew him in his camper. When I climbed up into the cab, we moved back into the camper. As he sat on the edge of his bed, I got down on my knees, open his pants and pulled out his hard cock. I reached out and gently touched his hard,throbbing cock. Taking it in my hand, I caressed it gently, rubbing the shaft as I moved down and caressed his balls. I could tell that he was enjoying my touch because he arched his back, pushing himself against me. When I felt his erection growing in my hand, I pushed him onto his back and pulled off his pants.

    As he lay there, I planted a kiss as I started running my tongue allover the head of his hard throbbing cock. Then I slowly move down his shaft and gently kissed his balls. After licking and running my face over them, I sucked them one at a time every so gently into my mouth. He moaned as he ran his fingers through my hair. I ran my face over his entire cock before taking the head into my mouth. Sliding my lips on down his shaft, I began to softly suck him. I found the smoothness of his skin to be sensual and powerful at the same time. I could taste the saltiness of it. My right hand encircled his shaft, and I began to rhythmically stroke him in time to the action of my mouth.

    As my mouth moved slowly up and down his shaft his cell phone rings. He has to answer it because it may be business. With his fingers twisted in my hair to keep my mouth on his cock, he answered. Instead of his dispatcher, it’s a buddy that just pulled into the park. Moving my mouth up and down his shaft with his hand, he tells his buddy that he’s in the middle of getting a blowjob.I can’t tell what his buddy is saying but I can tell that he’s excited. The guy, who cock I was sucking said, “I hope you don’t mind but he’s going to join us.”

    With in minutes a truck pulls in beside us and the friend is scrambling up into the cab and back in the camper with us.

    As his friend watched, I ran my tongue all around the guy’s cock head. I started caressing his balls as I took him in my mouth and started gently moving my mouth up and down his shaft. I could feel his excitement grow, as I took more of him into my mouth. I tightened my lips and started moving my mouth up and down, sucking and taking all of him on the deep stroke. Rhythmically, I stroke and suck, stroke and suck, faster and faster, until finally with a powerful moan, I felt him tense up as he balls released their hot load. His cock pulsed as the first blast spewed into my mouth and slid down my throat like a salty raw oyster. Despite wave after wave of cum flood my mouth, I swallowed his entire load.

    When I look over at his buddy to tell him to come to me, he already had his pants off and was sitting down on the edge of the bed. I lay down on the floor in front of him; he put his hand on the back of my head and brought my face closer to his crotch. Taking his cock, I began stroking it, slowly at first then increasing my speed. With my other hand I was gently squeezing his balls.And then with his hand on the back of my head guiding me, I lowered my head and engulfed his stiff cock.

    Soon my mouth was bobbing up and down his thick shaft. Just before he was about to shoot his load, in his excitement, he slapped my hand away from his cock. Then he grabbed the back of my head and almost violently shoved his cock down my throat. His cock was so far down my throat that my nose was pressed into his kinky pubic hair and his balls were flopping against my chin. As he tensed up and held himself immobile, I could actually feel the cum boiling up in his balls. Finally, he erupted and it felt like a dam had busted. I almost chocked when what felt like a quart of cum pulsed into my mouth. He went totally silent,surprised at the amount of cum he poured into my mouth, as I continued sucking and swallowing his cum. As I milked all the cum out of his cock, I coughed and his syrupy, white cum dripped down my chin. Eagerly I sucked every last dropout of him and then cleaned his cock with my tongue

    After that, they must have posted my phone number on the restroom wall in every truck stop for 200-miles. I soon became a regular at the rest stops on both sides of town, often servicing as many as 4 or 5-truckers a visit.

    The end…

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  • Meat Lovers

    Originally published in the anthology Hired Hands (Bruno Gmunder).

    I was hungry but I didn’t know what for. My wife had left that morning with our baby to visit her mother for the weekend. I’d spent most of the morning laying around, feeling guilty for not going with her. We’d fought about it. I texted her, she didn’t text back. I played some video games. I went outside, it was a hot summer day. I looked over the wall that enclosed my yard and saw someone a few yards down, puttering around, a neighbor I didn’t know.

    Here was I was, twenty-seven years old, in the house we’d just bought six months ago and I felt like a bored teenager. I wished I had some pot, which was weird – I’d smoked only a couple times in college, never since then, I wanted something, anything. I wanted to be a little bad.

    So I ordered a pizza. It was something my wife wouldn’t abide by. She had a moratorium on all junk food in the house. I got anchovies, pepperoni, and olives, and they said it’d be there in forty-five minutes.

    I thought about watching TV. I thought about taking my TV into the back yard and smashing it with a sledgehammer. I got a beer out of the fridge and sucked it down in ten minutes. Then I had another.

    I was on my third beer when I got the idea to put some music on – the White Stripes, which was exactly right. I was walking down the hall when I caught a look at myself in the mirror. It made me stop and set down my beer. I was wearing a pair of athletic shorts and a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. I lifted up the shirt.

    I’m hot, was what I was thinking. In fact I sort of looked hotter than I ever have. My black hair was still thick, my jaw strong. My body had thickened but even that looked good, my abs nice and defined with a brush of dark hair over them, hair that became denser as it led into the waistband of my shorts.

    I realized I was getting turned on just from looking at myself. It brought back memories of being a horny teenager when all I’d have to do was think about my dick before it would start to get hard. I felt like I hadn’t noticed myself in years. When I jacked off, I’d do it before Angela came to bed or in the shower, quick and fast, my eyes closed – a duty to be done. Our sex life was normal, but that was done in the dark, too, and truthfully things had slacked off considerably since Maggie was born.

    I ran my hand up my hairy, muscled chest, then back down my stomach and let my fingers dip into my waistband. I wanted to see all of me, because I was pretty sure my cock still looked as good as it had when I was younger, and I was starting to pull down the waistband when the doorbell rang.

    Fuck. I had a full boner and now I had to go answer the door. I took some deep breaths and tried to will my cock to soften. It didn’t go down much so I tucked it under the waistband and hoped for the best.

    What would be the harm in showing off a little, anyway? I thought. I opened the door and there he stood. The pizza guy.

    “Hey,” he said, nodding his head at me. I’d ordered a large but because the minimum for delivery was fifteen bucks I got a two-liter as well, so both of his hands were full. He was young – twenty-one, if that – with sandy blond hair that curled out from under his baseball cap. He had blond stubble on his square chin and little black spacers in his earlobes. He was in his prime, I suppose, while I was past mine, but you could tell he was wasting it a little, reveling a little too hard in his youth, probably getting fucked up most nights on cheap canned beer and dirt weed. Still, his body was fit and toned under his flour-caked red t-shirt and sort-of-black, kitchen-filthy pants, his posture easy and available.

    “It’s fifteen fifty,” he said. My cock was still tucked back under my waistband but it had softened. I casually let it drop and he didn’t seem to notice. I reached for my pocket before I realized I didn’t have one.

    “Shoot – it’s inside.” When he shifted on his feet the unglued sole of his ratty black Converse fell open like a mouth. “Hold on a moment?”

    “Actually,” he said, leaning just slightly in as if to look past me and into the house. “Can I use your bathroom?”

    “Sure. Absolutely,” I said, opening the door wide and stepping aside. “There’s one right down the hall.”

    “Thanks, man,” he said, and stepped past me. He stood there for a moment, awkwardly holding the pizza and soda until I took it from him. I pointed the way and he headed down the hall and into the bathroom. He swung the door behind him but it didn’t shut – I was used to this. It bounced back and stayed half-open. The pizza guy didn’t try to close it, which seemed strange.

    I stood there for a moment as the sound of piss burbling into the toilet came to me, heavy and low. I couldn’t remember where my wallet was. Why was I getting so distracted? It was my horniness, I realized. It had just crept up on me. There was something about this young guy, something that registered on a deep part of my brain that I wasn’t used to hearing from. Something sexy…

    I was just standing there with the food in my hands. I remembered that my wallet was on the kitchen counter. I headed down the hall, the sound of the pizza guy’s piss getting a little less robust – he was finishing up. I intended to go quickly past him, to keep my gaze forward, to keep it normal.

    When I got to the open door, though, I couldn’t stop myself. I glanced inside. I intended it to be just that – glance once then look away – but what I saw so surprised me that I stopped in my tracks.

    He was turned away from me but I could just see the front of him, and he was shaking off his cock into the toilet. His cock was huge. It hung low and was beer-can thick. It was sort of impossible to ignore.

    He had a hand on the waistband of his underwear, the other hand holding up his jeans, and he was just tucking it inside his underwear when he looked up and our eyes met. It was just a moment, a glance, but my anxiety caught in my throat. I quickly looked away and walked on. The look on his face was inscrutable at that moment – not a rebuke, but not an invitation, either. It was too quick to process.

    I set down the pizza and soda and got the money out of my wallet. I was counting it out when he walked into the kitchen. I stole another glance at his crotch, I think – I wanted to know here he was keeping that thing, how it fit in there. He did have a sizeable bulge, it even looked a little swollen, like the root of it was getting larger and making a dome-like tent in his zipper area. I handed him a twenty and a single. “Here you go,” I said.

    He took the money without a word and tucked it into the front right pocket of his pants. Then he looked at me, a level, serious look that made my heart quicken. He moved his eyes to my still-open wallet.

    “You want anything else?” he said.

    I didn’t know what to say, even if a part of me knew what he was suggesting.

    “I’ll let you see it for that ten,” he said, nodding toward my wallet. “But you can touch it for twenty.”

    I wanted to see it. Something about this young man’s brash confidence, his cockiness, was intoxicating. I reached in my wallet and took out the ten. He snatched it out of my hand and made as if to shove it in his front pocket, but stopped.

    “You sure you don’t want to touch it?” he said, in an almost accusing way, like he’d been down this road before and everybody ended up wanting to touch it. “Cause once I take it out, you can’t change your mind.” I bit my lip. “I’ll let you look for a minute but if you try to touch it I’ll fuck you up. Better give me that other ten now.”

    I dipped back into my wallet and pulled out the other ten dollar bill. The kid’s cockeyed grin was somehow obnoxious and sexy at the same time.

    He took the other bill and stuffed both into his pants. Then, without looking up, he began to unbutton them. “You got a minute and a half,” he said. He looked at me. “Got it?”

    “Okay,” I said, nodding. I was outside my body, I’d entered some other world, where the roles were switched and I was being held sway by this sexy little punk of a pizza boy.

    “Don’t try to kiss it or anything queer like that,” he said as he reached into his underwear. He took hold, lifted, and there it was, hanging like a fire hose half-engorged and thickening. He let it hang there outside his pants. He flexed it and it bounced just a little, quavering like a ripple atop a lake.

    I stared in awe and, well, confusion. I was surprised at myself. Of course I’d always had fantasies about playing with another guy’s dick – any guy who says he hasn’t wondered about it is lying, or very out of touch with their sexuality. I mean, most straight porn is half-pussy, half-schlong anyway. You have to wonder.

    But fantasizing about something and actually doing it are two different things, of course. I found myself wishing I hadn’t paid to touch it after all, that if I’d kept it just as a look it would be safer somehow. Here was this ginormous cock held out for me to play with – it was a little intimidating, I suppose.

    And it kept getting more intimidating, engorging and rising as we stood there in the kitchen, the clock ticking, the refrigerator droning its anxious hum. “Time’s wasting, buddy,” he said, and just the way he said “buddy” had the drip of domination about it. This kid may have been younger than me but he knew exactly what I wanted and exactly what he’d let me do, nothing more. “I got two more deliveries after this. Shit’s getting cold.”

    It hung nearly nine inches long and it was so thick that it appeared to be at full erection even though it wasn’t rising up to a ninety-degree angle. What would it feel like in my hand? It was so big…

    I reached out and slipped my fingertips underneath it and along the underside until it rested in my palm. I felt its weight, its heat. I pulled my hand forward and felt it drag against my palm. It got harder. I wrapped my fingers around the plum-like head, round and solid, and gently squeezed it. His shaft just continued to expand, the core of it girded with a steel tension rod, spongy tissue, hot and engorged, filling it out, puffy veins thick as pipes curling around it.

    I stroked it, from the tip down to the base. My hand could barely close around the base. The stroke made him shift on his feet a little. I looked up at his face, he was looking right at me; some of the cockiness had dissipated.

    “Damn, bro,” he said, looking down at me. “You got me so hard.” I pulled my palm back up. It twitched, a little, the head bounced up. “Didn’t realize I was so horny.”

    I leaned my face into it. I wasn’t even aware I was doing it, I just wanted to get closer to it, its heat, to feel it against my arm, my face, my lips. Then without realizing it I was getting on my knees, and he backed away and swiped my hand away from his cock.

    “I shoulda figured you’d try that,” he said, smirking.

    “I won’t suck it,” I said.

    “Better not,” he said, and relaxed his stance. I held it again, wrapping my fist around it this time. My fingers barely closed around it. I jacked it once, twice.

    “Minute’s almost up,” he said. I tried to smell him without making it obvious. It was musky, yeasty, like sweat and weed and pizza dough. He noticed instantly. “Like sniffin my dong?” he said, laughing. “My sweaty nards?” I sniffed down toward them. It sounds crazy but they smelled even better. It was a familiar smell, of course, one I sort of appreciated on myself even if I was aware that it didn’t smell “good,” particularly. But smelling him was different.

    “Queers, man,” he said, laughing. “Alright, I’ll let you lick those. Since you like the smell so much. But just my nuts, nothing else alright? Alright?”

    “Yes,” I said. I got down lower. Was I ready for this? I took a good sniff of his balls, pressing my nose now into his nest of damp sandy-brown pubes. I took a good whiff and my cock just throbbed. The smell was so different from a woman, but so familiar to me that it had this disorienting effect that revved my libido into a vortex. I put out my tongue and licked up under them, letting the left one roll on my tongue just a bit. I wanted more of that smell. I wanted it to cover me.

    “I’ll let you kiss it, then,” he said, and now I could tell he was really turned on, maybe as much as I was. “Just a kiss, though, cause I’m so fuckin horny.”

    I let the tip of his cock graze my nose. There was slickness at the tip, in the slit – not quite a drop, but a stickiness that made the head of his cock stick to my nose for just a second before it jerked and popped upward. I put my lips to it, feeling the heat of it on my lips. I put my lips to it and kissed, just as sweet and soft as could be.

    “Nice,” he said. “Kiss it again.” I gently kissed the head, the slit. I kept kissing, down the sticky skin of his shaft, smacking my lips against his hot flesh, loving, worshipful kisses to show him how much I appreciated his beautiful cock, how unworthy I was to be kissing such a piece, how grateful. “Fuck yes,” he said. When I got to his nuts I kissed them, then made my way back up, smooch smooch smooch until I was kissing the head. This time there was a solid drop of precum there.

    “If you lick it, it’s going to go in your ass,” I heard him saying, but my mind wasn’t quite paying attention. I was focused on that drop of precum, and I put my lips to it so that it smeared into my lips. Smooch. His breath was getting ragged. I was rock hard in my shorts. “Got that? Lick it if you want but don’t start what you can’t finish. I don’t go for just blowjobs, if you get me going and I need to fuck. It’s going in your ass. Understand?” The slit of his cock was wide and fat, almost like a little cunt, and I never stopped, it just happened – I brought out my tongue and licked into it, into the tiny pool of his prejizz, the hot slit of his giant cock. It tasted so good, tasted like me, tasted like a juicy cock. He let out his breath. “You’ve done it now,” he said as I went in for another lick, instantly resigned to my fate. He took me by the chin. “You know what you’re in for, right?” he said. All I could do was nod. He put his cock back in my face. I honestly had never been fucked and had no idea if I could get fucked, let alone take a piece as massive as his. However, as soon as I thought that I felt my hole loosen and get hot, like it was hungry, begging with its mouth open.

    I licked up his shaft, licking it fully this time, my tongue flat and wide, tasting as much as of him as I could, getting every inch of the underside wet with my spit. It tasted so good, young salty horny flesh.

    “Fuck yes,” he said, letting out his breath. “You know that you want that cock inside you, filling up your hot little faggot ass. Don’t you?”

    It was funny that he called me faggot given that I’d never even touched another guy’s cock up until that moment, but he really sold the whole macho thing. I took the head of it into my mouth and wrapped my tongue. I wanted to stuff as much of that piece into my puss as I could. I let the head pass over my tongue, let it poke into my mouth. My throat muscles relaxed as my ass muscles relaxed. It wasn’t just curiosity about a big cock that had gotten me to where I was at that moment, it was that what he was saying was true: I wanted it inside me. My lips stretched around it, my throat felt like I’d swallowed five hot dogs at the same time, my eyes were watering and my nose wasn’t even touching his pubic hair yet. I had to come up and get a breath.

    “C’mon cocksucker, you can do better than that,” he said. I tried again, starting at the tip and working my mouth and throat down it. My throat felt like it stretched out a little more this time. Feeling my face get filled up by that massive schlong was an intoxicating thing. I imagined what it was like for my wife, imagined I was her, and that’s when I moved my hand down my back and into my shorts so I could feel my hole and press my fingers into its heat. Yeah, I wanted to be a whore for him. I wanted to be his fuck hole, to be used.

    But wanting is one thing and getting another. When he impatiently pulled his cock out of my mouth I knew was due for the latter and I got a little scared.

    “Ready to get your guts rammed in?” he said.

    “I don’t know…” I said, standing and wiping my mouth.

    “The fuck you don’t,” he said, standing there with his pants around his ankles. He pulled off his shirt, knocking his cap to the floor in the process, and stood there mostly naked, stroking his cock in front of him. He had a flat, sexy stomach, the slightest definition of pectorals on his chest, no hair anywhere but for right above his cock. He took my arm and spun me around so that I was facing the counter.

    “Tell me you’ve never had a cock up your ass before,” he said.

    “Never.”

    “A virgin?” he said, and pushed his hand against my lower back so that my torso lowered and I had to brace myself against the counter. I heard what sounded like him wetting his finger in his mouth, then he pressed it to my ass, fumbling a bit to find my hole. When he found it he shoved his finger in, just like that. The shock of it made me jerk forward but he didn’t seem to notice or care. He pushed his finger in once, twice. “Fucking A. I love virgins. Tight as hell.” I concentrated on breathing and relaxing and was surprised to find that it was pretty enjoyable.

    “Please go easy on me,” I said. He just laughed and took out his finger.

    “I’ll lube you up, that’s about it. Got any slippery stuff? Vaseline? Crisco?” I went to the cabinet and grabbed the first thing I found – a bottle of my wife’s expensive olive oil. Extra virgin.

    “Alright,” he said as I handed to him. He threw the cap on the floor, poured some on his cock and smoothed it in, then brought two oily fingers to my hole and shoved them in just as unceremoniously as he’d slid in the first one. I might have gasped a little but, again, after I got over the shock of the invasion it felt good. Even better than just one.

    “Fuck I need to cum,” he said, and took out his fingers. He pressed the head of his cock against my ass and I took a deep breath and did my best to prepare myself. He pushed down on my back again so that my ass would be more perfectly perched up for him. I think that was the best part of it for me, the way he seemed fully focused on his own pleasure and willing to use me for it, like I was just a tight place to deposit his seed, something a little better than his hand but not worth much else.

    When the head of his massive schlong popped inside I nearly cried out, but I think I was too shocked to do that. Then I was just trying to catch my breath because he was not giving me any time to adjust, he just kept pushing it in at a steady clip, inch by inch, groaning as if savoring the tightness of my tight virgin asshole.

    “Goddamn that’s good,” he said and he bottomed out, his pubes and nuts pushed against me. My face was covered in sweat and I felt like I had a torpedo lodged in my guts. When he pulled out and shoved it back in I found it intensely pleasurable, not just because I was making good use of myself as a sheath for his cock but because he was tripping a switch in me – the prostate, I suppose.

    “Take that cock you fucking slut,” he said, grabbing onto my hips and banging me from behind, steady quick thrusts that made his nuts slap against me, the sound of skin hitting skin and our moans echoing in the quiet of the kitchen. I wondered if this was how my wife would like to get fucked. I tended to treat girls delicately, focused on their pleasure, on getting them off. I’d never been like this.

    Mostly I was holding on for dear life, so it was a surprise when I reached down to feel my cock and realized I was mostly hard. In fact I’d dripped so much that there was a little trail of precum from where my cock was riding against the side of the counter. I held on to my cock and stroked while he banged me, his thrusts getting wilder and rougher, slamming his pelvis so hard against me that it hurt.

    “Fuck I’m gonna shoot in you soon. Ready to take my load?”

    “Uh huh,” I said. I felt like I was getting ready to cum myself, one hand pressed into the granite counter top searching for purchase as he battered against me, my other hand stroking my cock.

    “Ready to get bred? You fucking slut. Take it. Oh fuck!” With a single mighty thrust he slammed his hole cock into my hole, his drawn-up nuts pulsing as he emptied them inside me. Shot after shot of his load flooded my guts.

    I came at the same time, my load splattering against the counter. It was one of the best orgasms I ever had.

    He pulled out.

    “Fuck, I’m late,” he said, pulling up his pants. I looked back to see his cock, now reduced in size, dripping and slick. I pulled up my shorts. What the hell had just happened? “Guess you got your money’s worth.”

    “Thank you,” I said. He just smirked then turned and went out the door. I felt his load dripping out of my hole and down my thighs. I opened the box, the pizza was still warm. I grabbed a slice and took a big bite, and when I needed a drink I chugged the soda right from the bottle.

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  • Caught in Aunt Janes underwear drawer by Uncle Dan

    I remember I had just turned 18. Having nothing better to do that summer, I agreed to dog sit for a week at my uncle Dan and aunt Jane’s house. They had a cabin at the lake. Dogs were allowed but this particular dog was older and didn’t do well when taken outside his home.

     I was alone in the house less than an hour before I began to get slightly bored. I decided to snoop around in some dresser drawers, a friend of mine said that his parents actually had a little stash of pot in their dresser that they used occasionally. Apparently when they were feeling frisky, they would partake before having sex.I thought what the heck, and started in uncle Dan’s dresser. I found there were several pairs of different colored briefs of uncle Dan’s. I always pictured him as a boxer guy. Although I wouldn’t consider myself gay, I always felt attracted to uncle Dan. He was ruggedly handsome, and exceptionally hairy man with a very nice build. I always seem to feel nervous and self-conscious around him, no other man that I knew seem to have that effect on me. I guess you could call it a crush. Before I realize that I was even doing it, I picked up a pair of clean underwear and placed them in front of my nose, breathing deeply.I guess I hoped that they would smell like his cock, but instead just laundry detergent scent. Nevertheless, my cock began to stiffen in my underwear. As I stood there, I imagined that later this afternoon uncle Dan would be shirtless, sitting in his swimsuit next to the lake. The late afternoon sun shining through the thick growth of chest hair.

    Moving right along I thought, back to my search for weed. I moved onto my aunt Mary’s dresser, might as well check here. Two drawers into it, I found a drawer full of pantyhose and panties. For some reason, I have always found pantyhose and tights fascinating. The look on a woman’s legs, the feel of the material and even the sound when two pantyhosed thighs rub together is intoxicating to me. Aunt Mary had very shapely legs, and seemed to wear dresses very often. My mom rarely wore dresses, so there were never pantyhose around my house. As I stood before the open drawer full of varying shades and colors of pantyhose, I felt an overwhelming desire to try them on. I picked out a pair of suntan Sheer to waist pantyhose, and held them up to my nose as I did uncle Dan’s briefs. Once again, there was the smell of laundry detergent, but also a faint scent of aunt Mary’s pussy. My cock once again reared its head against the constraints of my underwear. I imagined an scene with aunt Mary wearing them under a short skirt. Uncle Dan sitting next to her caressing her thigh, his fat cock hard as a rock wanting access to her steamy hot pussy. She reaches down, placing her hand on his thick forearm, enjoying the feel of the soft hair covering firm muscle. She kisses him softly, her mouth like yet another vagina to drive him mad….

    At this point I’m holding my throbbing dick in my hand, realizing how lucky Aunt Mary really is. I decide that I definitely want to try on her pantyhose. I took off my shorts, underwear, and tshirt. I slid the silky pantyhose up my legs, and over my stiff cock. They looked and felt amazing. My body was still relatively hairless at 18, so my legs actually looked feminine in the nylons as I looked at myself in the mirror. I reached down and tucked my cock between my legs. I looked in the dresser mirror, impressed with how feminine I looked wearing pantyhose. My throbbing cock refused to stay tucked between my legs. Like a compass, it worked loose and pointed north. As it did, the feel of the silky, stretchy nylon pantyhose against it was intoxicating! I reached down, and lightly stroked it. A drop of precum seeped out of the head. I looked into the drawer again, and saw a sexy pair of pink satin panties with white lace trim. What the hell, I thought. I can launder anything I mess up. So I put them on over the pantyhose. I felt so sexy. Then, in the open closet I saw several pairs of high heel shoes. Fortunately, aunt Jane has large feet for a woman. I tried on the red pumps, and was amazed at the effect they had on my legs! They accentuated and elongated my calves, completing the feminine transformation that began with the pantyhose!

    I stood there in the mirror, admiring myself and enjoying how everything felt on my body. I began to imagine myself as aunt Jane, getting dressed for an evening out with uncle Dan. I think how he might look over as he is getting dressed, noticing how hot aunt Jane looks in just her panties and nylons. He comes over, grabbing her by her hips, pulling her close to him. He kisses her passionately, pressing his now erect penis against her. She is bare chested, and his hairy chest feels wonderful against her breasts. She can feel her pussy getting wet…

    As I ran that movie in my mind, with me playing the role of aunt Jane, I stroked my dick ferociously through the panties and pantyhose. About that time, I heard what sounded like footsteps in the hall. Then I heard my name being called out, it was uncle Dan! Sheer panic set in, as I turned to look for something to cover up with. My heart began pounding with fear.

    That was when uncle Dan appeared in the doorway. “What the hell!” He yelled as he saw me standing there. His face was instantly red with anger. He started towards me, fists clenched. My heart already pounding, now felt as if it forgot to beat for a moment. I was paralyzed with fear. I thought, “he’s going to punch me”. Then, I began to see floating specks before my eyes. The room seemed to darken, and I had time to think “so this is what it feels like to faint” before my legs gave out. The last thing I was aware of was uncle Dan’s hands grabbing me. He must have caught me as I fainted, lowering me to the bed.

    I was brought back to consciousness by the sharp sting of a leather belt across my buttocks. “Wake up!” Barked uncle Dan. I was laying face down on my stomach across the foot of the bed. The belt came down once again, I moaned in pain. “Apparently, your dad hasn’t spanked you nearly enough. If he had, you would know better than going through people’s personal belongings!”, he scolded. Once again, the belt cracked against my lingerie covered ass cheeks. It hurt so bad, I began to cry. I choked out a weak sounding “please..”

    “Oh, you really are a little sissy boy. You’re going to cry now?” He smirked. “What’s your dad gonna say about all of this?”

    “Please no, uncle Dan! I’ll do anything you want, please don’t say anything. I’ll never do it again!”

    A moment passed, then uncle Dan spoke. “Anything, huh? Careful what you offer, boy.” There was what felt like a long silence between us, the tone of his last words caused my mind to race. My penis, which had gone soft during the recent turn of events, began to stiffen underneath me. Then, the belt cracked again, but not as hard this time. Still, I moaned out and my cock continued to swell. Almost involuntarily, my pelvis tilted forward grinding my hard on into the bed. Uncle Dan rested his huge hand on my lower back for a moment. Then, he slid his hand down between the pink satin panties and my pantyhose covered ass. “I think we can work something out” he said, pulling the panties down my legs. His finger tips caressing my nyloned legs all the way down.

    I gasped in pleasure, grinding my now throbbing cock into the bed again. I could barely believe what was happening. Uncle Dan was apparently as turned on by how I looked in his wife’s lingerie as I was! I turned my head, and saw the massive bulge in uncle Dan’s pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped them, letting them fall to the floor. Then he pulled off his tshirt. My jaw nearly dropped when I saw him standing in front of me wearing only a pair of red low rise briefs. Not only was his cock longer and thicker than I had imagined, there was a wet precum spot forming at the fat head. I had seen his gorgeously furry chest before, but I had never seen his muscular thighs. They were covered in hair, like the rest of him! I assumed it wouldn’t be long before I learned how to suck a man’s cock. I was ready.

     “I’m sensing that you are “up” for this, boy. That’s good, because what It’s going to take to keep me from telling your Dad might hurt.” He said, caressing my firm ass.

    “Your aunt is a wonderful woman, but she doesn’t do anal. And since you like to dress like a woman, I guess you’ll find out what happens to boys who wear girly things.”

    As turned on as I was at that moment, fear shot through me cooling me down. I rolled over on to by back, almost subconsciously protecting my virgin hole. I looked up at uncle Dan, but he didn’t make direct eye contact. His stare was on my body only, not my face. Then he spoke.

    “Did I tell you to roll over, boy? NO, I didn’t!” He said aggressively. He grabbed me by the ankles, and flipped me back over forcefully. Even though I was terrified by the prospect of his huge penis invading my tight rectum, I was also surprised by how exciting it was being man handled by him. I felt like a helpless female at the mercy of

    a rapist. I laid still, not sure what was next. He removed his briefs, tossing them onto the bed inches from my face. I could smell the precum. This had me so horny that I began to grind my erection into the mattress again. “That’s right boy, flex that ass for me.”

    Uncle Dan then climbed on top of me, his hard pole nestled in my ass crack with only the thin suntan pantyhose between us. His hairy chest tickled my back deliciously, as he began to grind against me. He reached down and ripped the crotch of the pantyhose, two thick fingers heading straight for my hole. “Nice tight pussy, boy. It looks like I’m your first.” He said while pushing the fingers in my hole. The pain of the fingers was bad enough, I feared what that elephant trunk of a dick might feel like. I pleaded “owww, please that hurts!” One huge hand went over my mouth and nose, it smelled like my ass. “Shut up, boy! Not a word out of you! I don’t take sass from bitches”. He held his hand over my mouth and nose long enough to where I began to struggle, I could barely breathe. About the time I thought I might pass out, he let go.

    “You get my point”, He said forcefully. Then he reached into the dresser, and pulled out some lube. He worked it up inside me. I bit my lip, afraid to make a sound. Then, he mounted me again. He pushed his fat cock head against my hole, “just relax, don’t fight it”. As the cock went in, I broke my vow of silence with a high pitched whimper. This didn’t seem to bother him, he answered with “yeah, feel that cock you sissy bitch”. He pushed the full shaft into me, I moaned louder now. “Oh, your pussy feels so good boy.” The pain eased, and was replaced with pleasure as he found a spot deep within me. The feel of his hairy body against mine, and his hard dick pinning me to the bed was amazing! His cock thrusting inside me was powerful enough to grind my own erection against the pantyhose and soft blanket under me. I actually came before uncle Dan, though I doubt he had any concern for my pleasure. I painted every thing under me with my built up load. The force of my orgasm seemed to bring his, my hole seemed to massage the cum out of uncle Dan, as my whole body spasmed when I came.

    He shot deep within me, moaning and breathing

    in my ear. He laid on top of me, while his spent cock shrank. He pulled out, and only said one thing. “You can keep the pantyhose as a souvenir, bitch.” Then he left the room, fetching the cooler that he had driven back for to begin with.

    After that, at family gatherings he seemed slightly uncomfortable around me. I kept the pantyhose, and always hoped for a booty call from uncle Dan. It never came…..

  • Construction Stud Slave

    PART 1

    I saw the guy every day on my walk-throughs. Short, blond, built like a brick shithouse: pecs bursting through his thin, ripped tee, broad shoulders, and a heavy, round-muscled ass. Probably 22.

    I wanted him.

    And he was cocky. I could tell. One of those stud boys who knows you’re looking at him and struts his stuff just to tease.

    The older carpenters gave him the scut work. It was because of this that he was always the last one out, clean-up duty, on Fridays.

    One week earlier I had made up my mind to have him. That week I made my preparations. I had an ulterior motive on my walk-throughs: I was now checking out equipment possibilities for the plot that was shaping itself. I could hardly sleep at night, working out different hot scenarios.

    Finally, I was ready.

    At 3:00, just before they quit for the day, I went to the foreman with a trumped-up business of needing extra clean-up. Of course, the boy was told to do it all.

    At 5:00, well after everyone else was gone, I went down the stairs to the Undercroft with a small cooler. The boy was working, shirt off, gleaming with sweat, wearing his customary slashed jeans showing more than a small glimpse of his plaid boxer shorts, thighs, and knees.

    Chummy, I greeted him and explained that I had come back to see how he was doing. I felt bad about giving him the extra work and had brought a six-pack. Would he like a cold one?

    He accepted readily and I reached into the cooler and popped two bottle tops. Little could he see that the beer I gave him was already open. And it had a special ingredient.

    At first he was just sleepy but within a minute or two he could tell something was wrong. I had to help him over to a chair. I thrilled to the feel of his sweaty body as I supported him. He decided he was sick. He could hardly move. I offered to call an ambulance. I went to the kitchen and trumped up a false phone conversation. I assured him the ambulance was on its way. Within 5 minutes he was out cold.

    The drug I had given him ensured a heavy sleep for 4-6 hours.

    Once I could tell he was well out of it I went around the building and locked the doors, taking care to jam the panic hardware so that the doors would not open, even with a key.

    Then, after double-checking my unconscious stud, I went to the unused class room where I had hidden my paraphernalia. It took several trips. I set up the video equipment and then the photo camera with the remote “porno cord” before inflating the queen-sized mattress. I rolled my charge on to it, then set up the lights to spotlight my prize. He was blissfully unconscious. I turned on the video camera and joined him on the mattress. I felt him up, running my hands all over him, thrilling to know that, unconscious, he was completely helpless. Then I slowly removed his jeans and boxer shorts, leaving on only his work boots and socks.

    He was all I had imagined. I slowly and lovingly fondled his privates and buttocks, rolling him over to get a good close look at his wonderful ass. His buttocks were the roundest, thickest muscles I had ever seen. I had intended to start on his nipples, but I changed plans. I was dizzy with desire. I tucked a pillow under his crotch to raise him, and spread his relaxed legs wide. Kneeling between his shapely thighs I glimpsed the shadowed depths of his ass crack. Leaned closer. And closer. Smelled the musk rising from it. Smelled his sweat. These smells put me over and I lowered my face to him, kissing and licking his superb butt, working my spit into his damp crack and zeroing in on his tight little rosebud.

    I kissed it.

    Licked it in slow circles.

    And penetrated him with my tongue. Deeply.

    He was silent, unconscious, for the next 30 minutes as I methodically devoured his ass, reaming him with my eager tongue, slurping at his musky cleft.

    Finally, I stopped, not because I was tired of this glorious ass but because I had other things to get done.

    I licked all over his body, familiarizing myself with its tastes, rolling him over to lick his chest, armpits, crotch, scrotum, and penis. Worked his nipples, chewing on them.

    Then, still fully clothed, I lay on top of him and kissed his face and lips. Spreading his thighs, I pressed my groin to his. I dry-humped him while forcing my tongue into his slack mouth and french-kissing him. My cock was rock hard, trapped in the cloth of my Levis as I ground against his naked body. I used the remote to take a few snapshots of this.

    It was time to get naked. I tore off my clothes and got back on top of him again. For a long time, I luxuriated in rubbing my body all over the naked, gorgeous boy toy, knowing that there was no intimacy he could deny me, loving the feel of his skin against my naked body, my rigid prick poking at his fuzzy blond groin. I took some shots of this.

    Then I posed a few more shots. First: fellatio. I lifted his head and stuck my dick in his loose mouth, rubbing my penis against his gums and tongue. Then: analingus. I swung around and sat on his face, spreading my buttocks to plant my anus right on his lips. Squirming and writhing, I imagined him being forced to service my ass, lapping at my butt to drive me into ecstasy.

    After a while I had another idea for some good photo poses. I took his heavy leather tool belt and put it on me. Then I took a pair of handcuffs and dog collar I had brought (for later!), cuffed his wrists together in front of him and put on the dog collar with its heavy leash. I sat him up, hanging on to his shoulders to keep him upright, then stepped through the circle of his arms, facing away from him, and hooked the cuffs to the front buckle of the utility belt I was wearing. This made it look like he was sitting up and gripping my waist. His lolling head was a few inches from my ass. Pulling on the leash I drew his face to my buttocks and guided his mouth to my anus. Posing sensually, I took photos as I unobtrusively held his head in place with the dog leash. These shots made it look like he was sitting between my legs and eagerly devouring my butt as I spread my ass and writhed in ecstasy. Then for good measure I turned around and re-cuffed him and made it look like he was hugging me and sucking my dick.

    By this time, I was so hot I nearly shot in his mouth. But it was not my plan to do that so soon and I withdrew, letting him flop back to the mattress.

    He had been out for 3 hours. It was time to pop his cherry.

    I rolled him over and propped his hips up. Lubing up a finger, I slid it into him. He was like butter. Eagerly, I lubed my cock and slowly pushed into him. Asleep, his anus offered no resistance. I slid easily through his sphincter until my entire length was in him. His virgin interior felt like wet silk clinging to my throbbing member.

    Slowly, lovingly, I worked my iron-hard cock in his ass, fucking him in slow, grinding circles.

    Helpless, relaxed, his ass welcomed me like pussy. He was my fuckboy. My buttslave. I added lube frequently so as not to abrade his tender virgin assflesh.

    The butch blond construction stud lay there, face down, thighs and buttocks spread wide as I violated him, dominating his sweet, virile, athletic body and degrading his masculinity.

    This scene was making me so hot that I had to stop for a few minutes. It was almost time to cum — but not quite.

    There was one final degradation.

    Trembling, I opened my duffel bag and took out the cheerleader’s outfit. It was difficult but I managed to slip the sweater with its built-in falsies over his torso, then pulled the pleated skirt up his masculine legs to snug it on his narrow hips. Quickly I put the blond curly wig on his head and applied garish lipstick and rouge to his handsome face. His little blond mustache looked wonderfully incongruous with the red lipstick on his mouth.

    Then I put on my costume: shoulder pads, jersey, jock strap, white socks and cleated football shoes.

    Repositioning the video camera for a better angle, I arranged his unconscious form to look feminine and demure: knees together, both to one side; hands clasped together on one side of his head, which was turned coyly away.

    The scene was set.

    I jumped onto the bed and grabbed his wrists, forcing them to the mattress. Then, like it was rape, I french-kissed his painted mouth while feeling up his “tits” and putting my hand up his skirt.

    I roughly pushed up his skirt to expose his crotch to the camera, then lifted his legs high and bent them back toward his head, spreading his ass pussy and putting it at a good mounting angle. Then, face to face with my victim, I put my hard dick against his slick boy twat and entered him.

    Without further ado I fucked him. Hard. Raping him as I pinned him to the mattress.

    After several minutes I could wait no longer. With a shout of triumph I came, pumping his sweet virgin ass full of my hot white seed.

    I came for a long time, and then lay there with my dick in him, savoring the feeling as I softened in his wet, buttery rectum.

    I cleaned him up and looked at my watch. He would be out for about another hour or two, but I wanted to take no chances.

    It was time to tie him to the scaffold.

    And wait for him to wake up.

    When, bound, gagged, and blindfolded, he would be my sex toy a second time.

    Wide awake.

    And he would be forced to enjoy it.

    PART 2

    He was awake. Writhing. His yells muffled by the gag.

    I adjusted the focus on the video camera.

    Frame: Naked, muscular youth facing camera bound spread-eagled to X-brace of scaffold. The X-brace crosses on the small of his back. His tool belt, which is festooned with lewd sex toys, binds him to the brace at the middle while his wrists, forearms, ankles and calves are bound tightly to the four corners with soft rope. His sex dangles limp from his thatch of blond pubic hair. Behind him, within the scaffold, stands a full length three-way dressing mirror. This shows every detail of his back side, with the marvelous smooth melons of his ass completely below the cross-point of the bracing. Between his legs on the floor is propped another mirror, angled to show his tightly clenched anus. Halogen work lamps bathe him in brilliant light.

    I zoom in very slightly till his body fills the frame. Perfect. Then the special touch: I switch on the TV hooked into the recording loop, so that he can see what the camera records.

    Finally, I approach him, feasting my eyes on his magnificent body.

    Writhing. Yelling.

    As my hands touch him he redoubles his efforts to no avail. Except for the violent thrashing of his head he can do nothing while I grope him lewdly, massaging his ass crack, pinching his nipples, squeezing his scrotum.

    Then I kneel and fellate him. While slipping my finger up his rectum to massage his prostate. Oh how he struggles! It is some time before he starts to harden, but the relentless prodding of his prostate and lapping of my tongue inexorably have his tasty young cock throbbing in my mouth. I keep my body to the side so the camera gets each thrust of my finger in the angled mirror between his legs. Each thrust makes him spasm. After another 15 minutes the spasms become more like sexual writhing and his penis gets harder. Then as he nears a helpless orgasm, I suck him just to the edge and then abruptly pull back, leaving his cock throbbing. I continue the finger-fuck and pet the insides of his splendid thighs to keep him squirming picturesquely while the camera records his rock-hard prick bobbing in frustration. I can see that he is staring at the TV in disgusted fascination, watching his own body being turned into black and white pornography.

    In about five minutes his cock softens a bit.

    I add a second finger and take him into my mouth again. Sucking. Licking. Working his defenseless butt-hole. Taking him to the edge.

    And leaving him there. This time he stays hard longer and puts on a beautiful writhing show as I finger-fuck him, his face a lovely mask of disgust/shame/lust.

    Three fingers. A short suck. Frustration. Humiliation. Sexual heat. This time his cock stays hard.

    Ready for the next violation.

    I shift inside the scaffold and squat, bringing my face down just at ass level. Slowly I move closer, smelling his smell. His muscles tense as he feels my breath on his ass but he is unable to close his spread legs even the tiniest bit. Gently I start to rub my face all over his athletic butt, then harder and harder as I work my face in between his cheeks. He struggles but is helpless as I zero in on his most private spot, lapping at his lovely ass crack, nibbling on his delectable buttocks, licking in closer and closer to his clenched rosebud as he yells vainly into his gag. Then suddenly I pull back and put my thumbs in him and split him like an oyster, slamming my mouth down on his butt-hole and thrusting my tongue deep into the hot, slick, quivering meat of his anus. An electric jolt seems to pass through his body and then he struggles spastically as I devour his tender assflesh.

    I rim him with abandon, tongue-raping the arrogant construction stud, making him writhe, forcing him to moan in ecstasy, fucking him with my tongue, forcing the handsome youth to display his lewd erection, slurping, sucking, and biting at his defenseless anus while his hot young body writhes and his cock throbs with lust.

    I eat his luscious ass for 30 minutes.

    The helpless stud bucks his hips, forced to enjoy the lewd degradation, his shame heightened as he can see how hot his body’s response looks on the TV.

    But finally it is time for me to take a rest. I pull back and enjoy the sight of his relaxed, quivering asshole, slick and shiny. He is still writhing and doesn’t notice when I take the small dildo from his tool belt — but he certainly notices when I shove it in! He spasms like a fish on a hook but is just as helpless while I play with the dildo, twisting it in and out in a slow teasing fuck. Before really getting to work I hop over to the video camera and adjust in for a close-up of the angled mirror between his legs. On the screen he can see a bottom-up view of his ass, larger than life, with his swollen penis bobbing above. Then I return to give him a good hard dildo fuck. I work his ass until it softens and then start in with the larger 8” dildo, which has a sturdy pole handle. I can tell he is pleading behind the gag. I smile and lay the knob of the latex cock against his quivering hole. He whimpers as he can see the head of the dildo breach his sphincter. I push it steadily all the way home, and then pump the handle laterally to work his prostate. He groans and hangs motionless in his bondage. He is starting to give up. Gently I take his hips and move them in a slight grinding circle. As if he is too far gone to resist, he continues to move his hips gently while I hang on to the dildo handle. Now it is he himself doing the fucking. Gradually I start to thrust, working in rhythm with his hips. He moans and I know he can see how hot his ass and cock look on the screen. I fuck harder and harder and he keeps in rhythm. Standing, I kiss him on the back of the neck and whisper to him how beautiful he is, how hot he is in his helpless submission, and that now I have another ass toy for him. He groans as I withdraw the dildo.

    Finally, I get out a slender but sophisticated thrusting remote-control vibrator and push its 12” length slowly and deliberately into his tight rectum until the thick retaining knob snaps into place inside him. Try as he does, he can’t push the anal intruder out. His glorious ass is impaled on a foot of latex covered prosthetic cock. From the expression on his face it seems that he thinks this is the ultimate degradation. Little does he realize that the robot cock in his ass will be used to drive him into deeper and deeper levels of humiliating ecstasy, forcing him to enjoy the degrading anal perversion. Time to give him a taste of things to come. I turn the vibrator to its lowest setting.

    He groans and shudders as the skin of his dick head stretches even tighter on his turgid cock.

    He is already helplessly hot.

    Then I start the thruster.

    His eyes bug out and he spasms everywhere as the latex cock inside him extends another 3”, thrusting slowly in and out.

    He screams into the gag in protest. But his cock is harder than ever. Little does he know that the vibrator and thrust controls are on the lowest of 10 settings.

    While he is simmering on level 1, I hook up the second TV and turn on the other VCR. In it is the tape I just made of him when he was unconscious.

    His humiliation and anger intensify as he sees what I did to him.

    Carrying the remote, I move the video camera to explore new angles and close-ups as I use the remote to play his ass like a fine violin. He is incredibly hot and I know he can see his sexual response on the TV in lurid detail as I zoom in on his face, cock, and ass.

    I rape him with the robot dildo for an hour.

    Midway through I take off the tool belt immobilizing his hips. Helplessly hot, he grinds his hips and thrusts his cock, putting on quite a show.

    Finally, I put the camera back in its rack and approach him. The dildo is on its highest settings. He is quivering, exhausted, his painfully swollen cock jutting obscenely from his hips.

    I ask him if he wants to be released. If he wants to cum.

    He nods frantically.

    Then I tell him he will have to beg me to fuck him.

    He groans and shakes his head.

    I grope his body, tickling and pinching everywhere except his cock, asking him over and over.

    Tears stream down his cheeks. Finally, he nods yes.

    I take off his gag and he is sobbing.

    For 5 more minutes I make him beg to be fucked. He is not particularly imaginative but he is fervent and the result is rather hot.

    Finally, I withdraw the dildo. And insert my cock.

    While my cock is only 7” it is a lot fatter the dildo. He screams as I plunge in to him and I revel in the ungagged sound. He begs me to stop. But I pinch his nipples cruelly and tell him to continue to beg me to fuck him if he wants to be released. Groaning, he submits and repeats the lewd things I whisper in his ear.

    And his cock is harder than ever.

    I watch over his shoulder as the TV shows the scene displayed in the many mirrors. The gorgeous hunk straining at his bonds while I dominate him, watching the reflection of my hard slick penis sliding into his helpless ass, making him beg me to do it, beg me to fuck him, rape him, make him my butt slave, my fuck boy, my man cunt, fucking him, fucking the beautiful man and making him mine, mine, mine…

    I wrap my greasy hand around his cock and he spurts painfully in a spasm of degraded lust, spraying the TV and camera with slapping wads of white-hot cum, yelling and cumming and yelling and cumming while the camera records every drop.

    His strong, muscular rectum clamps down on my rigid prick in spasms, and I slam home against his hard sweaty buttocks, releasing the river of cum surging from my balls.

    PART 3

    As soon as I recovered, I got the drug-soaked rag I had prepared and held it to his nose and mouth. He struggled briefly before sagging unconscious. It was midnight. He would sleep for only 2-3 hours.

    As quickly as I could, I cleaned up every sign of our orgy. Except one: his ass. I left him full of cum & lube, dressing him in his boxers and slashed jeans, knowing that the messy evidence of his rape would leak out to soak his shorts.

    The drug would leave him groggy and muddle-headed. He might recall a bit of what happened, but with a drunk’s uncertainty.

    I went home, leaving him there.

    During the next week, I developed pictures. Lots of pictures. Using my scanner & computer, I turned out a lovely little magazine.

    ***

    Kasey got home at 3:30 and opened the envelope. Saw the cover

    “Construction Stud Slave Boy in Ecstasy” and blinked before realizing that the pervert on the cover, writhing in lust, was him. The room spun and he was seized by a brief nausea. The magazine slipped from nerveless fingers and a note popped out. Sitting down hard, he slowly focused on the typed note: “Hi! Hope you enjoy LOOKING at the pictures as much as you enjoyed POSING for them! Hot! All set to make the first mailing to your friends — but before I do that I thought you might like to go over the TERMS first — if you do, meet me in the Wal-Mart parking lot at 9:30pm tonight. Au revoir!” His head was spinning. In a daze, he flipped through the pages: his cock, face, ass, torso, all naked, all writhing in unspeakable lust. It was so perverted. So degraded. His own body in the most disgusting pornography he had ever seen. He sank to his knees, still holding the magazine.

    It was several minutes before he realized that he was very, very hard.

    Abruptly enraged, he threw the magazine against the wall. Staggering to his feet, he lurched into the bedroom, stripping down, desperate to take a shower. He had to wash away this filthy feeling. Then, as he passed the overflowing laundry basket, he bent down to rummage in it. The air against his anus ignited a burning itch. At the bottom of the basket he found the plaid boxer shorts. Light-headed, he walked into the bathroom. Switching on the light, he raised the shorts to see the huge crusted stain on the seat where my cum had leaked from his well-fucked asshole. “No. Oh, no…” he whispered. He could smell a strange sweet musk rising from the stain. Without volition he raised it to his face and took a deep whiff. Opening his eyes, he looked in the full length mirror and realized that he was jerking off. All at once, he knew what was about to happen. He was powerless to stop it. Half of him was disgusted; the other half was coolly planning perverted acts. He gave a strangled cry of mingled revulsion and lust, which was cut off abruptly as this new, cool, ruthless personality stuffed the soiled shorts in his mouth and forced him to watch in the mirror as his left hand pried into his ass cleft and began a steady fingerfuck of his anus.

    *

    After the first orgasm, he went to the kitchen. His still-hard cock was bobbing below a taut, cum-splattered torso. The balled up shorts were visible in his wedged open jaws. Breathing noisily, he picked up the magazine, then rummaged in the cupboards until he found a can of old Crisco grease. In the refrigerator was a large cucumber. He returned to the bedroom and shut the door. Even the neighbors probably heard the moaning that followed. *

     *

               *

    Kasey walked in the door of the store at 9:40pm. I was standing just inside. Before he could say a word, I said, “Outside. Now.” He turned and followed me out the door. I led him to my van and motioned him in. He paused only a short bit before getting in.

    “Okay, Kasey. I won’t beat around the bush. I’m prepared to spread those photographs all over town. To prevent that you’re going to have to meet my terms. I suspect you can guess what kind of terms I want.” Kasey nodded.

    “Let’s make it clear. Complete sexual submission. Not just tonight, but whatever night I ask. Cock, ass, mouth, all mine for anything I want. Do you understand?”

    Another nod.

    “I will only ask you once. Do you agree to the terms?”

    He pulled a wry face. “Not much choice, is there? Yeah. I’ll do it.” I put the van in gear and pulled out.

    “Where are we going?”

    “About 20 miles to my headquarters. It’s very secluded. Perfect for a nice long butt fuck.”

    “Jeezus,” he whispered.

    “Let’s not waste precious time. Take off your shirt. Now.” Reluctantly, he did as he was told.

    “Jeans next. Off.”

    “Oh, come on, we’re driving on the highway, here…”

    “It’s dark, Kasey. No one can see in. Although if you insist I can turn on the dome light…”

    “No! No, please I’ll do it.” He started to wrestle of his pants.

    “Kasey, believe me, whatever modesty you possess is going to be a thing of the past very soon.”

    “I suppose you’ll want my underwear off next.”

    “So eager! No, not yet, Kasey. Not yet. As you can see, there is a pair of handcuffs hanging from the rearview mirror. I want you to kneel between the seats and put on the handcuffs.”

    “Hey, wait a minute!”

    I slowed down and pulled to the shoulder. Setting the brake, I spun my seat to face him.

    “We have a deal, Kasey. I am going to give you one chance. You can be a good boy and do everything I say. Or you will be punished. Severely. And if you aren’t a very, very good little submissive slave boy I’ll publish that magazine and let you suffer the consequences. Get it?”

    He swallowed. “I get it.”

    “You will apologize.”

    “I — I’m sorry.”

    “Not good enough. I was going to start you out more gently, but now you will have to be punished. Kneel facing me.”

    “Please, I’m sorry-”

    “NOW.” He knelt, trembling. I unzipped my pants. He moaned. My cock sprang out, erect.

    “Suck my dick, slave!”

    “Oh, god…”

    I pulled his head to me and forced him down on my dick. He gagged on it as I forced it all the way down. I held his head down until his throat relaxed. Then holding his hair, I bobbed his head up and down. “Suck. Suck it!” He slurped and slobbered on my dick for a short minute before I let him up. He sat between the seats, gasping, as I zipped up.

    “Get it?”

    He nodded. I turned forward, put the van in gear and eased out on the highway.

    “Now. You know what to do.” I pointed at the cuffs.

    Wordlessly, he obeyed. His hands were cuffed to the mirror, holding them up and forward. Due to the motor cowl, he had to kneel further back, forcing him to lean forward to keep his balance.

    “Spread your knees till they touch the seats. Now.”

    Rocking from side to side to keep his balance, he did as he was told. I readjusted the large mirror so that I could stare at him in it. Hot. The helpless blond stud was there, clad only in white cotton briefs, awaiting my pleasure.

    I set the cruise control for a leisurely 45 mph. Steering with my left hand, I let my right hand roam. Oh, how he trembled as I groped his helpless body! He shuddered as I felt up his chest and tummy muscles, gasping when I worked on his nipples. But my joy was watching his face as I oh-so-slowly traced my hand down toward his groin. His skin shrank from my touch. Finally, I let my hand cup his genitals lightly through his shorts. He expelled a tense breath. I could feel him start to pull his legs in.

    “Legs apart and keep them there! That’s it. As my personal slave, you will welcome any touch, no matter how intimate. Now, ask me to grope you. Say ‘squeeze my cock, please.’ Say it!”

    “S-squeeze my c-cock, pl-please.”

    “Push. Push your cock against my hand. Good! Yes. Now grind your hips. Work it. Yes. You have no shame. You are a slut. A male whore. Do you understand?”

    “Please…”

    “Do it.” He did it.

    I worked his dick, taking time to tickle his sensitive inner thighs and pull on his balls. The stimulation took its toll, and he began to stiffen. I squeezed him hard and he groaned.

    “What a good little slut!” I laughed. “Humiliation makes you horny!” I slid my hand down the front of his shorts to grasp his naked penis. It sprang to attention, lengthening in my palm. “That’s it Kasey! Show me how much you like it! Squirm!”

    Helpless to prevent it, he squirmed as I gave his cock a nice lewd workout. Then I withdrew my hand, giving his prick a little pat where it strained against the pouch of his briefs. He moaned. I lay my hand against the small of his back, caressing his tense muscles.

    “So much for feeling up the front side…”

    “Oh — oh please —”

    My hand crept slowly down the mounds of his clenched ass.

    “Please —”

    “It’s happening, Kasey. And if you close your legs even a millimeter, things are going to be much less pleasant for you. Now, say ‘please work my ass, master.’ Say it.”

    He hung his head. “Please work my… work my ass. Master.” “Head up. Look at me in the mirror.” His eyes locked on to mine. Humiliated. Afraid. Hot.

    Staring intently into his lovely eyes, I groped his ass, working the fabric deep into his crack. It took all his willpower to keep from closing his legs. His breath was coming in short little puffs.

    Then I slid my hand in through the leg opening and pried into his crack. He jerked as my fingertips grazed his hole.

    “Well, well, well! What’s this!” I withdrew my hand. The fingertips were shiny. “Grease! You’re lubed up, Kasey!”

    The boy gasped and his face fell. “Oh, nooo…” he moaned.

    “How did this happen? You must tell!”

    “No — oh god — I forgot —”

    I laughed. Oh, but you must tell me! This is choice!” “No, I can’t tell you — I can’t —” his voice cracked. “Oh, but you can! Every detail!” “Please,” he choked.

    “Kasey, we have already discussed obedience. You are being a bad boy again. As punishment I am going to fingerfuck your ass.”

    “No, please —”

    “I am going to fingerfuck your helpless butthole until you answer my question to my complete satisfaction.”

    I slid my hand down the back of his shorts and forced a finger into his tightly clench butt-hole. He cried out and jerked spastically. But as I started to thrust, he was unable to conceal that his response was one of sexual pleasure.

    I laughed. “What a hot little slut ass! Now talk! Everything!”

    Fighting back sobs, he told the tale of his afternoon. I forced him to tell me every intimate detail of his self abuse while he squirmed in response to each thrust of my index finger.

    “That’s it. That’s everything. Now, please stop.” I continued to finger his anus.

    “Please. You promised.”

    “So I did. But since your cock is so hard I figured you really enjoyed it.”

    “No, please, stop it —”

    “Well if you don’t enjoy it you’ll have to prove it. Let’s agree that I will stop fingerfucking you when I see your cock start to soften.”

    He groaned.

    I added a second finger. He squirmed.

    “Come on, Kasey. You might as well just give in and enjoy it. It’s going to happen anyway.”

    He said nothing. I continued to probe his rectum while his cock stayed very, very hard.

    We drove the rest of the way in silence.

    Pulling up at the shop, I hit the remote and drove in the overhead door, closing it behind us.

    Withdrawing my fingers from his ass, I wiped them on his shorts, giving his throbbing cock a quick squeeze.

    Unlocking his handcuffs, I led him trembling from the van and turned on the room lights, taking him to a locked store room.

    I opened the door and turned on the lights. Within was an arrangement of comfortable furniture. Piled on the table was an assortment of manacles, restraints, sex toys and pornography. A big-screen TV dominated one wall and there was a video camera mounted in each corner of the room.

    I pushed him inside and locked the door behind us.

    “Show time!” I said.

    PART 4

    “Underwear off.”

    He stood, slack-jawed, eyeing the room.

    “Off!”

    He stripped off his remaining garment to stand naked.

    “Now sit on the couch and spread your legs wide. Hold them up so your asshole is exposed. Now. Good. Don’t move.”

    Numbly, he obeyed. I threw the switch that started the cameras rolling. Off camera I undressed. Walking to him I felt up his exposed body, working his asshole and cock to the edge of orgasm before stopping. I repeatedly told him to hold his position while I did this to him.

    Then I sat in a large easy chair and spread my legs. “Over here and kneel, slave!” He knelt between my legs.

    “Now suck my dick, whore!”

    He started to go down on me. I jerked his head up by the hair. “Say ‘yes,

    Master’ when I tell you to do something, you faggot slave!”

    “Y-yes, Master.”

    “For that oversight you will have to do a punishment suck! Bend over!”

    He started to protest, then caught my eye. “Yes, Master.”

    I cuffed his hands behind his back, then took a butt plug from the table and forced it into his ass. He whimpered as I drove it in all the way.

    I resumed my seat and he knelt again, awkwardly. He groaned as the plug shifted in his ass.

    I held up a remote control. I switched it on and saw his face change as the vibrator started. I laughed at his comical expression.

    “Ha! Just something to get your ass ready for my cock later! Now suck me good, you worthless pussy-boy!”

    Moaning, he leaned forward and went to work. As he sucked my dick, I kept up a stream of verbal abuse, humiliating him as he served me.

    I kept him working on my cock for 20 minutes before I shot a load down his gagging throat.

    Then, while I waited for my balls to recover, I set him up for a solo humiliation scene. Uncuffing him, I forced to him retell his story of self abuse with the cucumber while fucking himself with a latex dildo and jerking off. I forced him to keep it up, even though he wanted to stop because he was close to coming. It was amusing to see him struggle to keep from coming. But of course he was unable to hold off and came in huge wads, writhing picturesquely. His handsome features were contorted in mingled humiliation and pleasure.

    After he caught his breath I laid him down on the couch and bound him snugly. Laying down on top of him I forced him to kiss me for a while, then I started to lick his beautiful body, slowly arousing him again. Once he was hard, I went to the end of the couch and started to lower my ass over his face. He struggled but was helpless to stop me as I sat myself down on his mouth.

    “I’ve dreamed of this moment, Kasey. Eat my ass. Lick it. Kiss it. Rim me.” He continued to struggle, mouth closed.

    “That’s very naughty, Kasey. Very bad.”

    I reached back and twisted his balls hard. He convulsed, opening his mouth to shout. His tongue grazed my waiting hole. I continued to punish his genitals until he gave in and started to lick.

    Having given in, he licked me most thoroughly.

    “Yeah, that’s it, eat that ass, lick it, suck it, rim me, eat me oh yes, yes…” The sweet, shameful rim job continued for some time.

    Eventually, though, I was getting hot enough for to the main event.

    Lifting my ass from his face, I unbound his legs.

    Grasping his still-hard cock, I forced him to roll over. As he struggled, I lay on top of him and forced my cock between his cheeks.

    “Go ahead and struggle. It just makes the rape sweeter.” My cock head penetrated his anus. He cried out. “Nice and tight. Just like last time.”

    He whimpered as I slid into him.

    “I’m going to enjoy this very much. You’re a good fuck.”

    “You bastard.”

    “Your cock says you like it.” He grunted as I started to thrust.

    His struggles subsided as I continued to ram away. I fucked him deeply, working my cock tip against his prostate, making him moan.

    After a while I forced him to his feet and made him bend over the couch arm, raising one leg to give the camera a good view of the penetration. As the fucking continued, he could no longer conceal how aroused it was making him. He was squirming and moaning with pleasure.

    As I got close, I grasped his throbbing cock and started to pump.

    “Oh, no, please…”

    Ignoring his plea to stop, I worked his dick until I felt him getting ready to come. At the same time, I loosed my own load.

    Slave and master, we cried out together and shot wad after wad.

    Afterwards I forced him to sign a blanket model release form copied from a porno magazine.

    And a contract which had him report for duty every Sunday.

    PART 5

    Kasey reported to my office Sunday at 2pm.

    He saw the apparatus set up in the studio and started to beg.

    “Please — let’s just call it quits — I’ll pay you money — please — I’ll do anything —”

    “Yes, Kasey. You WILL do — ANYTHING! Now strip. Totally.” He did as he was told.

    I forced him to stand still and submit as I embraced him and groped him lewdly, french-kissing his soft mouth, fingering his tight little ass and getting him hard.

    Then I forced him to lay upside down on his shoulders with his knees around his head and do a nice hot fingerfuck for the video. I found he was limber enough to just lick the tip of his penis, and I made him do this during the anal masturbation. It made a hot close-up.

    Then I told him it was time for the bondage.

    He begged, but gave in.

    In the center of the room was a post firmly mounted to the floor. It was an iron post with a jack in the base, of the kind used in house construction, but only 30” long. Mounted to the top plate was a large latex dildo. I cuffed his hands behind his back and forced him to stand over the dildo. Using the jack, I inserted the dildo up his ass until it was completely buried and Kasey was standing on tip-toe. I tied his ankles tightly together at the base of the post, and ran a strap up to his handcuffs, shortening it to make him bend backward. This had the dildo pushing hard on his prostate, while also displaying his erect penis very well.

    He was facing the big-screen TV.

    I started the VCR, which contained a tape with selected highlights from all three videos I had made: the first two the night he was drugged, and the one made during his first blackmail session.

    I told him that he would be forced to watch the entire tape while in this position.

    He complained, of course.

    Then I told him the rest of my fun plan: 1) to ensure that he watched everything, he would keep up a constant verbal description of what was happening on the screen, with explicit XXX detail; 2) that I would tease and titillate his helpless body to arouse him; 3) that he was forbidden to cum. If he was able to refrain from shooting his wad, he would be released for the week. If not, I would rape his ass & mouth again. If he came a second time, he would have to rim my ass for an hour afterward.

    And if he came a third time, he would have to submit to an extra slave session on Wednesday night.

    Oh, how he begged.

    I slapped him and told him to start his video commentary.

    As he complied, I went to work, licking his nipples and tickling his thighs, stroking and teasing him to fever pitch. Try as he might, he could not resist my expert attentions. Bound as he was, his cock was at my total mercy. And of mercy I had none, pinching and tweaking and pulling and rubbing his helpless cock and balls.

    Only 10 minutes into the tape I could tell he was struggling to hold it back.

    Deliciously, I drove him closer and closer to the edge.

    He broke, crying out for me to please, PLEASE, stop, but I grasped his throbbing cock firmly and pumped him to orgasm.

    I collected his semen in my other hand and rubbed it all over his face. He was helpless as it dripped slowly down and crept into his mouth as I forced him to keep talking. He was still hard.

    “One down,” I said.

    “Oh, no, please!”

    “Keep talking, slave!”

    “Oh god —this is when you dressed me in the cheerleader outfit and fucked me. You’re raising my legs and putting your dick against my hole…” He kept talking.

    For the next assault I was wicked. I knelt behind him and started to tickle his feet. Unable to keep his balance, he kept dropping his feet. This put his weight on the dildo, thrusting it deep. And the tickling made him writhe, twisting his guts deliciously on the anal invader. Then, as this was taking its toll, I started to lick delicately at his exposed ass crack, just above the dildo’s insertion. Every few minutes I stopped to nibble on the sensitive spots on the back of his knees and thighs.

    Soon he was asking me to stop.

    I reached around to play with his cock.

    Nice and hard.

    I continued the torment, licking his asscrack and knees, while tickling his feet.

    After 30 minutes of this, I thought he was ready for some serious stimulation.

    Kneeling before him, I started to work on his helpless cock.

    Slowly, I licked and nibbled at the sensitive fold of skin right below his glans. When he was whimpering, I went to work on the glans tip, working his pissslit with my tongue. He started to moan.

    Meanwhile the tape had moved on to the most thorough dildo rape, delivered when Kasey was awake and bound to the scaffold. We were approaching the point when he would cum on the tape.

    I took his whole sweet cock into my mouth, sucking and licking the full shaft of his throbbing penis.

    He started to beg.

    “Oh please no — don’t — don’t make me — not again — oh please, PLEASE, don’t make me do it, I don’t want to rim you again please, I’ll do anything else, I’ll suck your cock, don’t make me eat your ass oh god it feels so good stop please stop don’t make me cum don’t make me cum DON’T MAKE ME

    CUM OH CUM OH CUM OH CUM OH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

    His load, though smaller than the first, was delicious.

    And oh, so humiliating for my hunky little slave stud.

    There was almost an hour left on the tape. Plenty of time to complete the triple shoot.

    Still impaled on the merciless dildo, my blond slave whimpered. The second load had left his cock only semi-erect. I knew if I pushed him too much now, he would be sore. But, with an hour left I could take time to be subtle.

    The tape moved on to highlights from his first blackmail payment.

    Standing behind him, I whispered in his ear as he watched the tape of himself forced to strip the first time, holding his legs up, getting finger fucked. “That was the second coming, Kasey. You know what that means, don’t you? Rimming. Deep rimming. Ass worship. Degradation. And you brought it on yourself by coming. I can feel it now. Your hot tongue, licking my asshole, working it deep, licking me getting me hot, giving me pleasure as you are forced to keep licking and licking and licking, and I’ll love watching how you squirm, your beautiful muscular body squirming while I watch. And I’ll love how your face feels while I squeeze my buttocks on it, grinding my butt on your face while you lick and lick and lick…”

    I kept up a lewd monologue in his ear as he was forced to watch the tape continue. He squirmed as he watched the bit where I forced in the butt plug and forced him to fellate me.

    On the tape I turned on the vibrator, surprising the video-taped Kasey and making him moan.

    The real-life Kasey was just as surprised now as I switched on the powerful vibrator in the dildo.

    “Oh, no…” he groaned.

    “Oh, yes, my little stud-slut.” I reached around to feel his stiffening pole. “Boy, you have the horniest little ass-pussy in town. And it’s all mine.” I squeezed his cock hard as he squirmed on the latex cock impaling his defenseless rectum.

    “Third time’s the charm, butt-boy!”

    “Oh no — no PLEASE —”

    “You might as well enjoy, it Kasey. Your cock and ass are as hot as a hungry whore. And don’t forget when you come this time, you can look forward to an extra session of the total humiliation you really crave.”

    “No way! I’m not coming this time! I’M NOT!”

    “Foolish little slave stud. Let’s raise the stakes. I bet you’ll come again before the tape ends. If you don’t I’ll forgo any further rape tonight and this week. If

    you do come, I get the extra night on Wednesday. But not just this Wednesday — every Wednesday!”

    “No! NO WAY!”

    I chuckled. “We’ll see! Now back to work, slave.”

    Grudgingly, he continued to narrate the film: “You’re slowly lowering your ass on my face, it’s down and your twisting my cock to make me rim you. I’m writhing and I give in and start to lick your ass, your riding my face, forcing me to rim…”

    As he continued, I got out the next weapon: a vibrating robo-suck sleeve. He blanched as he saw me get it ready. I filled it with deep-heat cream and put it on over his now-throbbing cock, fitting it snugly at the base with a vibrating clamp that slipped around his scrotum.

    “No. Please.”

    I flipped the switch.

    He spasmed as the vibrations attacked his cock at tip and base, then cried out as the suction started.

    I watched with amusement as he responded helplessly to the intense vibrations on his most sensitive pleasure buttons: glans, shaft, balls, anus, and deep within his gut, his overworked prostate.

    He squirmed helplessly as the pleasure mounted, made sharper by the itching heat induced by the cream. As time passed, the itching became an exquisite burn.

    “Please,” he whimpered. “Oh, PLEASE…”

    I whispered sensuously in his ear. “Beg for it. Beg to come and I will release you.”

    “Oh, PLEASE!”

    “Beg to eat my ass. Beg to suck my cock. Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to take you outside. Beg me to be fucked while I let the truckers watch your violation. Beg!” He begged.

    On the tape he was getting fucked. It was nearly the end.

    He begged and begged. Pitifully, he said everything I told him to say.

    As the climax of the tape approached, I ripped the robo-suck device off of him and grabbed his messy cock.

    “Admit you’re my pussy-boy! Admit you’re my butt-slut!”

    “Oh god yes please I’ll do it, I am, I am your slave your butt boy use me fuck

    me use fuck me fuck me FUCK ME FUCK ME OH GOD NO STOP OH FUCK ME OH FUUU-CKKKK!

    Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat.

    Splat.

    Splat.

    There was the not-quite silence of the two vibrators. Both Kaseys, on-screen and off, were finished coming again.

    I untied him and wiped him up before draping him face-down on the couch. The humiliating ordeal had left him oddly quiet. His face was wet with tears. He barely noticed as I stripped and slipped smoothly into his well-stretched hole. As I started to fuck him he spread his legs.

    “That’s a good obedient butt boy. A nice sloppy faggot ass pussy.” I licked the back of his neck. “My hunky little slave. Construction Stud Sex Slave.” “Yes,” he whimpered, raising his muscular little ass. “Oh yes…”

    I set up a steady thrust and he wiggled his hips in response. There was no struggle.

    “Are you going to be a good boy, now? Cock-sucking? Ass-eating?” “Yes,” he groaned.

    “Because you know, now, don’t you? You admit you get off on degradation!” Silence.

    “Admit those orgasms were the hottest you ever had! You can’t deny it!”

    “Yes,” he mumbled. “I got off on it.”

    “And I’m gonna fuck your ass whenever I want. Wherever I want. Violate you. Rape and degrade you. And you’re gonna let me do it because you’re my very own butt-pussy sex slave. Right?”

    “Yes. Master.”

    “Oh, but this is sweet! Now shut up and be a good obedient whore while I enjoy fucking your ass. And after that you can crawl between my legs and french-kiss my ass!” He groaned.

    I fucked his sweet, tight ass long and hard.

    And I did enjoy it. Very much.

    PART 6

    The evening continued splendidly. Kasey squirmed nicely while I fucked his ass and moaned as I filled him with my first load. Then I put in the video made while he was on the post, and forced him to squat between my thighs and rim my asshole while I watched his earlier violation with great pleasure. Since the sound was on, Kasey was forced to listen to his humiliation while kissing my anus. I pulled his head to my spread buttocks and enjoyed every thrust of his long, pointed, and reluctantly obedient tongue while commenting on his video performance.

    Since I had not been able to see his face during most of the masturbation torture, I now feasted my eyes on his miserable but oh-so-sexy expressions as he squirmed deliciously on the 12” dildo spearing his gut. And the look on his face as he realized he was going to come each time was truly choice! I forced him to service my ass rather longer than the hour I had told him, but what the hell. He was hardly in a position to complain.

    Finally, raging hard from the lovely deep ass worship, I told him to suck me off. He still wasn’t terribly good at it but he did go at it quite enthusiastically when I threatened to put him back on the post.

    *** Wednesday.

    Hump Day.

    Especially at the backwoods rest stop on the nearly deserted highway north of town.

    Just before midnight Kasey pulled into the lot. I was waiting.

    He got out of the car, wearing the costume I requested. Very short, tight denim cut-offs, ripped up the side seams to the waistband. Old yellow hard hat. His leather tool belt with a vibrator hanging on one hip and a set of anal beads on the other. White cotton socks and heavy construction boots. No shirt. He looked self-conscious.

    “I got your message. You — you’re just kidding, right?”

    “Not on your life. Spread.”

    “Out here? Oh, please, this is too humiliating…”

    “Then the faster you obey the less time it will take!”

    I cupped one hand around his basket and slipped the other through the side tear to grope his buttocks. He was wearing a jock strap as ordered.

    “Why, Kasey! You’re sporting a stiffie! Ready to party!”

    He moaned miserably as I worked his dick and massaged his hot little rectum. Looking around constantly at the road to see if there were any headlights. And yet his cock was hard, steel hard.

    “It’s hot, isn’t Kasey, the risk of being caught. I find it adds spice to the sex.” Kasey was breathing heavily, and it was obvious he thought so too.

    “Take off your shorts.”

    “Oh no, please —”

    “All right then. I’ll do it.”

    I tore at the already tattered denim, ripping it from his body.

    “Now spread your legs and spread your buttocks with both hands.” He obeyed. The pale moonlight made a beautiful picture of him: the hunky construction guy, hard hat glinting in the pale light, jock strap glowing a ghostly blue-white against his shadowed skin. Leather tool belt and heavy construction boots. All those macho symbols ironically being used as lewd props in his sexual humiliation.

    I slipped a finger up his tight hole and went to work.

    “Please. Please, sir…”

    “What, slave?”

    “Can’t we go inside? Please? This is too much —”

    “Go inside and do what, Kasey?”

    “Well — what — what you’re doing.”

    “I like it out here. If I’m to go inside, you’ll have to make me a good offer.”

    “Please, let’s go inside. You can fuck me in there.”

    “And?”

    “I’ll suck your cock —”

    “And? You know what I like the best.”

    “Rimming. Okay, I’ll eat your ass, too. Just let’s go inside —”

    “What if I want to do all that out here?”

    “Oh, no — no please, PLEASE!”

    “Well — maybe if I tie you up…”

    “Sure! Anything! Please!”

    “All right. Get the duffel bag out of my van and get inside.” He dashed to obey. I left the denim shorts outside.

    Inside, I made him bend over while I cuffed his wrists to his ankles together. Hobbled thus, he could barely move. Both his mouth and ass were crotchlevel.

    The shelter was a foul-smelling hut, about 8’ square, with a bare bulb dangling over the hole in the floor.

    “Suck my dick, slave! we’re not leaving here till you bring me off.” Kasey gobbled at my thick cock.

    He was in too much of a hurry to notice that there were viewing holes gouged everywhere in the wood siding. Mostly at groin level.

    Also he failed to see the minicam I had hung up in the old timber rafters.

    It wasn’t long before I heard a truck pull up. Kasey panicked.

    I held his head firmly.

    “I bolted he door from the inside. No one can get in. Keep sucking or I’ll leave you here! Now!” Miserable, he sucked.

    Feet approached. The door rattled. As I had anticipated, the guy must have been a regular. The man said nothing, but moved quietly to one of the viewing holes. I dragged Kasey close to the hole, giving the man a perfect view of the blowjob. Kasey startled as he saw the shining eye pressed greedily against the hole. He pulled back, but I grabbed his head and thrust my cock back down his throat.

    “Suck it slave! Suck it before I shove it up your ass!”

    The man outside the hole moaned. In the relative silence everyone heard as a zipper went down. Having moved closer, the man got my message and felt free to participate. Very softly, he whispered “Yeah. Suck it. Suck that cock.” Kasey blushed to the roots of his hair and tried to pull away, but bound as he was there was nothing he could do.

    Another truck pulled up. As the footsteps approached, the man outside said: “Over here, Mac, you won’t believe this!”

    Kasey groaned in misery as another pair of eyes found a good view port, and another zipper went down. Suddenly panicking, Kasey hurled himself backward and fell over onto the filthy floor.

    I grabbed him roughly.

    “All right, slave, I’ve had enough of your disobedience! You will be punished! Eat my ass with your mouth to show repentance!”

    He tried to get away but could not as I lowered my bare buttocks onto his face.

    “Yeah,” came a voice from the hole, “eat that ass. Give it a good rim job. Lick it, baby, lick it!”

    I did nothing to interfere as the voices of the two men grew bolder, adding a running commentary that I knew was humiliating Kasey beyond belief.

    Helpless, he ate my ass while the men watched and gloated.

    Two more truckers arrived and the rape was taking on the air of a party. After a while of this humiliation Kasey became subdued. I dragged him around to give each leering man a good close-up of his ass-eating technique. I asked each man to make critical comments, then asked the group if the slave boy should be released, or forced to continue.

    “Punish the little stud!”

    “Yeah, make him squirm!”

    “Make him shake that cute little ass of his!”

    I grabbed Kasey by the hair. “You heard the nice gentlemen, slave! Give me good service or else!”

    The poor boy merely whimpered as I dragged his face into my ass again.

    One of the truckers went to his rig to send out a special C.B. call. Within 10 minutes there was a man at each hole. There must have been a dozen of them.

    The comments, jeers and offers mounted in volume and lewdness.

    I was in my element. Kasey’s shame was like a fire that I was fanning and building into a furnace. Here he was, face buried in my ass while a dozen men fantasized about violating him in every lewd and perverted way imaginable.

    It was time for the next step. I attached a rope to his handcuffs and separated them from his ankles, throwing the rope up over the rafters and belaying it tight.

    Slowly and deliberately I peeled off his jock strap.

    Poor Kasey stood spread-eagled in the outhouse, his genitals exposed before the gaze of total strangers, wearing just his hat, tool belt and boots.

    And, even more humiliating than the fact that they had seen him forced to eat my ass, was the fact that they could now see he was hard as a rock.

    They could see he liked it.

    He was bright red all over.

    I laid my hand in the crack of his ass.

    “Oh, no,” he whispered. “Please…”

    “Show these men what a whore you are, boy. Show them what a hot little bull-twat you have. Show them how you like to have this ass pussy fucked. Put on a nice show and I’ll let you go.”

    I slid two fingers up his ass and went to work.

    He tried to keep quiet, tried to preserve at least a shred of dignity, but I knew what buttons to push and I pushed them. Within minutes he was moaning and squirming.

    And the men were loving every minute of it.

    Soon he was begging me to stop. He was in tears. But his cock was drooling.

    “All right, slave. Tell these men what you are and I’ll stop. Degrade yourself thoroughly once and for all and I will stop.”

    Kasey, desperate, obeyed. He did quite well. You could have heard a pin drop as the men ate up every word.

    After several minutes I pulled out my fingers. Kasey sagged with relief.

    “Thank you.”

    “Yes,” I said, pulling the nice big vibrator off of his tool belt and brandishing it for the crowd, “you will thank me for fucking your ass as you deserve.” “You promised!” Kasey shrieked.

    “I lied.”

    The men’s gale of laughter downed out Kasey’s cries as I forced the vibrator up his ass.

    The ensuing struggle had everybody hot. But I wanted a good show for my friends outside so I tied a rope to each of his ankles and passed the ends through glory holes. I uncuffed his ankles and the truckers obligingly pulled the ropes taut and tied them outside.

    Kasey’s beautiful thighs and delectable buttocks were now spread as wide as could be. Struggle as he might, he could not close them an inch.

    With my slave now totally vulnerable I went to work

    I used that dildo on Kasey’s ass like a bow on a cello, working him into a sexual frenzy. I knew the total humiliation was turning his gonads into ticking time bombs.

    Again I forced him to beg lewdly, this time forcing him to fantasize about submitting to the men outside in a wild orgy. They hooted and hollered as I forced him to degrade himself utterly.

    With Kasey at fever pitch, I withdrew the dildo and put my cock head against his anus. There was a chorus of encouraging shouts from the men as I pushed into him. The helpless young stud bucked and humped as I fucked his pretty ass, putting on a nice show for the crowd. As things got closer and closer to climax, the comments from outside grew fewer. You could hear a dozen hands pumping as many cocks.

    Finally, I forced Kasey to come. Taking the hard hat off him and holding it upside before his writhing hips, I grasped his cock and gave it three hard jerks. Kasey bellowed as the torrent of white-hot come in his balls was released. It was a thundering, awesome orgasm, his entire body tensed and spasming as he pumped load after load into his hard hat.

    His tight little spasming sphincter milked my cock to fulfillment, and I loaded his ass with my come. As we started to subside I saw the men’s eyes disappear from their viewing holes, to be replaced by the tips of their cocks. One by one each man beat himself off, shooting his hot load into the center of the hut. Some of the more energetic wads struck Kasey’s nude body, making him twitch.

    Within minutes, the men had cleared out. Gobs of come trickled down Kasey’s body. I set the well-slimed hat on the floor.

    The exhausted stud was nearly oblivious as I freed him and gathered up my stuff in the duffel bag. I led him, still naked, out to the van.

    As we walked out, the trucks turned on their headlamps all at once and honked their horns in salute, calling lewdly out of the cabs.

    “I see they’ve taken your shorts as a trophy. Oh, well, you’ll just have to go home like this!”

    Kasey just groaned.

    “By the way,” I shouted as I hustled Kasey into the van, “I left his hard hat in the hut. It’s all yours!”

    There was a mad rush as I put the van in gear and drove off.

    ***

    The next morning, I drove Kasey (dressed in some of my clothes) out to get his car before work. The rest stop was deserted. The boy, sullen, drove off in a hurry.

    I went into the hut and took a piss. Inside was evidence of an orgy: used condoms, lube tubes, cum stains dripping down the walls everywhere. The old yellow hard hat had been licked clean.

    On the wall was painted: NEXT WEEK??

    I smiled, cocking an eye up to the rafters where my minicam still hung, unnoticed. Smiled wider, anticipating Kasey’s shock and hot humiliation when I told him about the tape.

    Wondered whether there had been any tape left when the truckers had their ‘after glow’ party.

    Fantasized.

    I was through pissing, but my dick stayed in my hand for a while.

    PART 7

    “Popcorn?”

    I could see him almost refuse, and then think “why the hell not?” He grabbed a handful and munched. “I love it when you’re sullen.” He said nothing.

    “No need to be rude. I assume you’re still smarting over last Wednesday’s little party.”

    “You! I agreed to your filthy demands! But you had to humiliate me in public anyway! I’m not doing it again, period!”

    “But you didn’t know any of those guys, did you?”

    “That’s not the point!”

    “I think the point is that you were pretty turned on by it.”

    “Fuck you.”

    “Kasey!” I grabbed his chin and stared him straight in the eye. “Let’s cut the pretense. I SEE you when you’re getting off. You can’t hide it. You can pretend to be Mr. Macho with your friends but I KNOW. If you didn’t like it your cock would be as limp as an old rope.” Silence.

    “I think it’s time to get this clear. You’re a sex slave and you like it. You had the biggest orgasm of your life in front of those guys. Admit it!” Silence.

    I watched his face carefully as I said, “We can watch the tape of it and refresh your memory.” “You — you TAPED it?”

    “Of course!”

    “Jeezus. Oh, god…” He shifted his seat.

    Keeping my eyes on his I started to unbutton his pants.

    “That’s right Kasey. I hid a camera in the rafters. You were too far gone to notice it. And I had the mike on so it got what you said. That’s right! It GOT EVERYTHING YOU SAID, KASEY…”

    He was blushing. I slid my hand into his jeans to find his stiffening cock.

    “You can’t imagine how hot this tape is. It’s incredible how truly depraved you were…”

    “Oh — oh god —”

    “Now. Look me in the eye and tell me that wasn’t the best orgasm you ever had.”

    His cock continued to swell.

    He licked his lips and looked around for a moment before giving in. “Yeah. It was. It was the best.”

    He paused and waited for me to say something. I just continued to fondle his penis.

    He blurted out “You — you’re going to make me watch it. Aren’t you. Like you made me watch the other tapes.”

    “Only if you want to.”

    He swallowed hard. I massaged his dick head gently. He squirmed his hips as the stimulation got to him.

    “You’re going to have to ask, Kasey. You will have to tell me you want to watch it. I know you want to see it. I know you’ll get off on it. And if you want you can take home a copy to watch during the week.” His breath caught. He looked miserable. He closed his eyes.

    “Well, Kasey? Is it movie time or did I make popcorn for nothing?”

    Pause. His voice was low and gruff as he said “Okay.”

    “Okay what, Kasey?”

    “Okay I WANT TO WATCH THE TAPE, DAMMIT! There! Are you satisfied, you perverted creep?” He shook his head out of my hand. Although he made no attempt to get his dick away from my hand.

    “Satisfying me is your job, slut-boy. Now get naked while I start the show.” I gave him a hard squeeze and got up from the sofa.

    Then I dimmed the lights and put the tape in while he stepped out of his pants and slipped his tee-shirt over his head

    Leading the now-nude and fully erect stud to the easy chair, I made him slouch down with his legs up and spread, butt-hole and cock exposed. He looked away in shame as I fondled him, but lifted his hips to thrust his dick into my hand.

    I giggled. “You really DO want to see this, don’t you? You’re hot for it. Aren’t you?”

    “Yeah.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “You’re right, who am I fooling, you can see it. I want to watch it. God, I beat off all week thinking about what happened…”

    “What a good horny slave you are. Hey, I tell you what,” I said, pretending I had just had an idea. “Here’s another little humiliation game we can play, since you enjoy it so much. While you watch the tape, I will lick you wherever I want. Cock. Balls. Ass. Whatever. I will get you as hot as I can, but I will not suck your dick in my mouth — just lick it gently. And while I do this, and while you watch the tape, you may not move a muscle. Not a twitch. No pumping your hips. Nothing. You may speak, but otherwise no movement. If at any point during the tape you ask me to suck you off, I will. I will give you a great blow job and swallow your load. But, if you DO ask me to suck your dick, or if you move, then I get to take you out to the rest stop again this Wednesday. If you watch the entire tape and do NOT ask me for a blow job, then you get the week off. How about that?”

    “Oh, no, please, I — “

    “I didn’t give you a choice, slave. This is what’s going to happen tonight whether you want it or not. Got it?”

    “Jeezus.”

    “It makes the shame sharper, doesn’t it? Knowing that you will have to CHOOSE to be humiliated.” I knelt between his thighs and reached for the remote. “Might as well get comfy. Two hours is a long time.” He groaned and settled into the leather cushions. I pulled his waist to make sure his ass was well positioned.

    “Show time!”

    On the screen we could see the inside of the hut, viewed from an upper corner. Inside I was cuffing Kasey’s wrists and ankles.

    Kasey watched as on the screen I forced him to fellate me. Within minutes

    the tape picked up the sound of the first truck approaching.

    In the chair, Kasey was motionless except for his bobbing dick. His breath started to come in shorter puffs as on the screen I dragged him over to the peep hole to perform for the first trucker.

    His body was tense as a wire and I could tell he was already itching to squirm.

    I let him simmer, blowing a stream of cool air on his cock, balls and asshole.

    The teasing was starting to prime the pump. Part of my plan was to make him wait for serious stimulation. Make him wait until he was already desperate before I touched him with my tongue.

    I knew he’d never make it through the tape!

    Meanwhile his eyes were glued to the screen, where he was now being forced to eat my ass for the viewing pleasure of two truckers. The tape picked up the men’s delightfully lewd comments quite well. “Eat the ass, bitch. Eat it out good, give him a good rim job, yeah, lick it, kiss it, eat it…” And Kasey was getting hotter and hotter, motionless in his chair.

    His anus was starting to quiver a little.

    I started to lick very delicately at the creamy white flesh on the inner surfaces of his thighs. He gasped.

    On the screen the comments multiplied as more and more truckers arrived.

    Finally, the moment came when I tied his wrists to the ceiling and peeled off his jock strap. As Kasey saw his cock revealed I gave his shaft a little flick with my tongue. He almost moved. In the chair, I could see him blush with the remembrance of the moment in the hut when the men could see his erection revealed. And the memory of what came next, when I touched his ass crack…

    In synch with the tape, I touched my tongue to the crack of his buttocks just as he saw me touch his ass on the screen.

    Both Kasey’s, on-camera and off, whispered together. “Oh, no… PLEASE…” My tongue entered his anus and he cried out with pleasure.

    I proceeded to eat his ass with great delicacy as he fought to remain still. His cock throbbed like a live wire.

    He watched as I fingerfucked him in front of the men.

    Then, on-screen, the begging began: “Please sir, please stop, don’t make me do it, oh no, please, oh god, make me squirm, I’m your whore, your slut, your pussy-boy, your slave-stud-sex-toy. Degrade me use me, make me beg, do it, I’ll do anything you want, suck your cock, eat your ass, make me do it, oh god oh yes fuck that ass I want it…”

    Kasey was whimpering. “I can’t stand it. Stop. Please. Stop licking my ass, I can’t take it I can’t —”

    “So, you want to give in and ask me to suck you off?”

    He groaned. “No. NO!”

    I flicked his piss-slit with my tongue and he twitched a bit.

    “That was close, Kasey. Another move and you might lose our little game. It’s your choice. Blow job or rim job.”

    He was breathing very hard. “Oh, jeezus — no — I don’t want it — I can’t go out there again —”

    “Blow job or rim job?”

    “Oh god — rim job. Do it — AAAHH!”

    He yelled as I really went at his ass. In minutes he was nearly in tears, begging me to stop, but not asking for the blowjob. Yet.

    Then on the screen came the moment when I tricked him and went for the dildo.

    The audio was great — Kasey screaming, me laughing and the men teasing him as the huge dildo was stuffed into his ass. And the wonderful moment as I held his cock straight out and showed the men how much he was enjoying the humiliation.

    Kasey was watching wide-eyed as the ropes were pulled to spread his legs. I smiled at him. “Pretty hot, huh? You look great all spread out like that…” He nodded, mesmerized by the scene as he was forced to perform for the crowd, forced to turn on as the vibrator was used to work him to a frenzy.

    He started to whisper as he watched: “Yeah. Force me. Make me do it. Make me do it while they all watch. Oh shit, yeah, do it, humiliate me make me beg oh GOD —”

    This last as I started to lick his cock.

    Working quickly, I licked up and down his shaft, stopping to lick the tip and then chew on his balls. I knew he couldn’t last much longer.

    Then he heard the next round of begging, when he was forced to fantasize about the truckers gangbanging him. He started to beg me to stop, to stop the tape, stop the licking, but I redoubled my efforts, giving his ass a lick on each pass, licking like mad all over his ass, cock and balls.

    His rigid body was vibrating like a tuning fork.

    “Oh GOD, please stop, please stop it I want to come so bad please don’t make me do it don’t me ask for the blowjob, don’t make me oh god I can’t help it I’m so hot for release I’m so hot, so hot for it, for the shame, it makes me so hot don’t make me do it again, go out there, perform like some cheap slut while they watch while they ALL watch while they make me hot make me ashamed make me want it oh GOD it was so HOT the way they FORCED me to PERFORM forced to me to SQUIRM to BEG forced me to WANT it yes forced me to enjoy the fucking the humiliation oh god yes I loved it I loved it OH GOD NO…. no… nnnooo….. nnooo-nnnh!!! nnnh!!! nnnnnnh-yYES!

    OH! YES! DO IT! MAKE ME DO IT MAKE ME DO IT MAKE ME COME MAKE ME DO IT-AAAAAHHHHHH!! — SUCK MY COCK!!!!!”

    As my mouth enveloped his entire shaft he went wild, thrashing and spasming in wild ecstasy of unbridled lust, pounding into my mouth and blasting his pent-up come straight down my throat, spurt after spurt of hot stud-liquor, draining his balls dry.

    His come was sweet, but sweeter was the knowledge that his orgasm was caused by the realization that I would rape him in front of those truckers — again.

    As he subsided, his voice on the tape was audible again: “Yeah, I’ll do it, I’ll suck you all off, yeah, make me do it, make me suck your cocks while you all watch, make me lick your assholes make me beg yeah all of you ALL of you — “

    His face was wet with tears. I smiled at him.

    “Enjoy it?”

    He looked away and groaned. “Yeah. I did.”

    “And why did you enjoy it, Slave?”

    “Because — because —”

    “Say it.”

    “Because of the humiliation. The rape. The degradation. While they watched. And just now, knowing that — that —”

    “Knowing that you would be forced to do it again made you even hotter.”

    “Yes.”

    I unzipped my pants and released my dick, throbbing and ready.

    I stared at his ass.

    He lifted his legs high without a word. I grabbed his arm and threw him to the floor. Pinning his body under mine I forced my cock into his ass. He spread his legs to give me better access. I got hold of the remote and cued the tape back to the begging scene. I cranked the volume and started to ram home, whispering in his ear what his fate would be the next Wednesday. He whimpered and begged as I raped him.

    Afterward he thanked me.

  • Because I wanted to

    Because I Wanted to

    I still sat out on the deck and watch him stretch his lithesome body and then like a gazelle run out of sight down the beach until he was out of sight. Then I would sit on the deck counting my blessings until he came back into sight. Then I’d watch in awe as he ran. Anyone who saw my face as I watch the rippling of his sleek muscles as he jogged up the stairs would know that if not him, I was in love with his body.

    Chris taking a shower was a symphony in motion. The rippling of his muscles as he moved across the deck, the delicate way he stuck his hand under the flow as he adjusted the temperature of the water. The way his muscles stretch and flexed as he pulled he’s panties off his hips and slid them down his muscular legs, before they fell down around his ankles.

    My breath would catch in my throat as I watch Chris’s hand glide over his body as he applied soap. When he stepped out of the shower he’d glide so gracefully across the deck that his feet didn’t appear to touch the wood and take the sports drink out of my hand as he walked through my patio door.

    Inside I would suck Chris’s suck dick wherever he alighted, be it at my kitchen table, the couch in the living room, in my bed, while he was standing and looking out the window or anyone of a hundred places. I didn’t care where as long as I had his dick in my mouth. Chris had ambitions and while I was sucking his dick he liked to talk about them. He’d been taking dancing lessons of one form or another since he was 5 years old. It was his goal to get into Julliard to study dancing and become a professional dancer.

    Chris enjoyed being touched so I started give him massages and relaxing him before I’d suck his dick. To this day I don’t think I’ve ever encountered anyone who enjoyed cumming in my mouth as much as he did.

    Chris also enjoyed the feel of my mouth wrapped around his cock so much that he like for me to sit at his feet and nurse on his flaccid cock while we were sitting around chatting and watching TV.

    I sucked Chris’s cock every day for the rest of the summer. Because he considered me…and I guess I was…his personal cocksucker, Chris didn’t always wait until after his run. If he got horny during the day he’d popped over expecting me to drop what I was doing and suck it for him. And of course I did.

    Our houses were rather secluded so I never worried about closing curtains and such. There was never anyone around to look in.

    Except the day I was blowing Chris in the living room and the UPS man walked up to the front door. It was a sight to behold. Chris kicked back on the couch in a state of sexual bliss and me on my knees at his feet sucking his big powerful cock. I chuckled because the UPS guy was nice enough to wait until we finished before knocking on the door.

    A couple of weeks later when the UPS guy came by instead of rushing like they usually do, he lingered to chat. As we talked he kept cupping his balls. Knowing what he wanted and wanting to tease him a little I said, “I though you UPS guys were always in a hurry.”

    “We normally are but I’m on my lunchbreak.”

    “Oh,” I said, “Does that mean that if I offered you a blowjob you’d have time to take it?”

    He had time. While I was sucking his dick the UPS guy told me that his wife had quit sucking his dick as soon as they got married and that he hadn’t had his dick sucked inn 3-years. After that instead of a tip he expected a blowjob. He had a nice dick and he was so damned appreciative that I didn’t mind.

     Later that day after his run as he was kicked back relaxing while I sucked his dick, Chris got a kick out of hearing about me sucking the UPS guy’s dick.

    Chris showed up unexpectedly one afternoon while I was sucking the UPS guy’s dick. Instead of being mad Chris just laughed and waited his turn. It was kind an embarrassing when they talked about my dick sucking skills over my head like I wasn’t even there while I was finishing up the UPS guy…but then again being treated like a piece of meat was kind a hot.

    Next thing I know instead of leaving my mail in the box down by the road the letter carrier was bring it to my door. And of course he wanted the same ‘tip’ that I was giving the UPS guy. By the end of the summer besides him, I was blowing the UPS guy, the letter carrier, both the water and the electric meter readers and the realtor’s husband. He came by to mow the lawn, saw what was going on and wanted in on the action. Even the pizza guy wanted a blowjob for delivering my pizza.

    As I gained more experience and realized that I was a born cocksucker, I also realized that from his actions Chris was also a natural born feeder. He’d treated me so callously all summer because to him I was nothing but a cocksucker, a mouth to service and to satisfy his sexual pleasure.

    Even though young, like all feeder she probably had a sixth sense about such things so I have no doubt that he’d found himself another cocksucker by the time he was checked into his dorm.

    I hope it doesn’t sound like I blame Chris for turning me into a cocksucker because nothing could be farther from the truth. He just allowed me to come out of my cocoon and spread my wings. A cocksucker is born not made. The funny thing is that you don’t have to be gay to be a cocksucker. You just have to have an unquenchable desire to please more powerful males. And whether you’re gay or not sucking their cock is the way to serve and please them.

    And I have that desire…I’m a cocksucker

    I never heard from Chris after that summer but he must have gone on and attained his wish because years later he was the star of a dance troop that passed through town and performed at the civic centre. It was one of those black tie affairs.

    As for me…like I said…feeders have a sixth sense about cocksuckers…one found me and started feeding me within days of my returning home.

    The end…

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  • Ass Abbey

    Part I — The Preces

    Josh was hustled quickly from the ornate 15th century choir stalls, and whisked off into the crypt of the building.

    The boy’s saucy attitude was apparent as he smirked at the verger. “Where are we going? The dungeons? Oooh, scary!”

    “If I were you I’d show less attitude, young man.”

    “You talk big for a sissy in a black dress.”

    “You have disrupted the Solemn Office. For this you will be punished.”

    Without warning, the verger had Josh in a half-nelson. He was amazingly strong for his size. Stunned, Josh could hardly resist as he was forced down a series of dark and twisting corridors.

    The young man had been hitch-hiking across Britain during the summer school break. Exiled to a private Prep School in the Midwest by his moderately wealthy, profoundly disinterested New England family (who took a dim view of his penchant for raping girlfriends), his only possessions on the overseas trip were a large rucksack and a cocky attitude. It was the attitude that got him in trouble during the service. Josh realized that his rucksack must be up in the gothic abbey somewhere. His grip on the arrogant smirk was slipping fast.

    At first the 18-year-old boy—who, of course, thought himself a man—was amused by the fact that he had so successfully gotten under the skin of the pompous official. But, truth to tell, all of a sudden the little boy inside him found the gloomy crypts positively creepy. And there was something serious about the man’s grip on him that intimidated Josh to silence.

    Abruptly, Josh was hustled into a room behind a heavy oak door. Putting his knee against the lad’s lower back, the verger forced the boy swiftly down to kneel on a large prie-dieu. Before he realized what was happening, Josh found that his hands had been cuffed somehow to the sides of the desk down near the floor on the front. This forced his head and upper chest down against the book desk. Then the verger lifted the boy’s legs up and held them tightly together, body parallel to the floor. Quickly, the man popped off Josh’s shoes, undid his fly and stripped the jeans off his legs. Kicking to no avail, Josh found that his knees were forced down onto the kneeler. The verger knelt atop him, forcing his legs between the boy’s knees which he strapped tight to the frame at the outside corners.

    The entire struggle had taken only 30 seconds.

    As the boy caught his breath the verger locked the heavy oak door, plunging the room into darkness for a moment before the verger flicked a lighter. Quickly he lit several fat candles, whose light showed a small chamber with a vaulted ceiling, a carved altar opposite the door, and other smaller niches in the side walls. On the floor before the altar was an iron thurible with a few weak wisps of incense smoke curling through the pierced cover. Josh, inhaling these fumes, was startled by their pungent musk. The smell was so compelling that, for a moment, he forgot to be afraid.

    The scene: a dark blond, muscular youth, in tee shirt, briefs and socks, hunched over an antique prayer desk which was fixed to the floor before the small altar, his arms stretched straight down in front, head hanging over the desk, knees spread wide and tied to the relatively high kneeler; his full buttocks stuck back and out, stretching the thin cotton seat of his underpants, his muscular tawny young thighs spread and bent deliciously; six bee’s-wax candles, accentuating the warm glow of the young flesh; and a trim, 40 year old man in a simple black gown, admiring his work.

    The brief silence was broken by a smack as the verger brought his hand down on Josh’s tight young buttocks. The boy yelped and cried out, but the spanking continued. The helpless boy tried to wriggle his ass aside but the man grabbed his waistband at the back. As Josh struggled, his underwear was pulled deeper and deeper, wedging into his asscrack and exposing more and more of his cheeks. As the blows fell on his naked skin, they stung more and he squirmed harder. The tightly pulled up underwear soon had the additional effect of bunching his genitals, as well as pressing directly against his sensitive anus, and the continued squirming had the effect of massaging these erotic areas.

    Josh’s cries and protests went completely unnoticed as the blows rained down. The stinging pain soon had him in tears, and he had less energy to cry out at his tormentor.

    Curiously, despite the pain, or even enhanced by it, the rubbing of the underwear on his anus and cock was stimulating a sexual response. He groaned as his cock started to swell in its painfully restricting pouch. As the boy’s cock became hard, he struggled less and pushed his hips back to ease the increasingly painful pressure at the root of his swelling penis.

    After a while, Josh realized that the blows were coming less frequently and landing softer. The verger let his palm rest on Josh’s red and sensitive flesh, cupping his buttocks for longer and longer periods between hits. After a while it was clear to Josh that the man was openly massaging his buttocks. Coming after the previous pain, the pleasure was greatly intensified and Josh could not help emitting a moan as his cock became fully erect. As he pushed his hips back to ease the pain at his root, the man’s hand slipped into his crack and pushed a wad of the bunched fabric firmly up into Josh’s anus. His erect young dick, painfully restricted, pointed straight down between his spread thighs. The boy emitted a deep groan. The sexual pleasure of his hard cock was exactly offset by the aching pain throbbing at its sharply bent root.

    He was desperate to relieve the pressure, but he could not make his willful cock deflate. How he longed to be able to release the tight briefs.

    He felt the man’s hand pluck playfully at the waistband under his belly, almost but not quite releasing him.

    “Please,” he grunted.

    In one nimble move, the man twitched Josh’s waistband clear of his cock, tucking it behind his balls. Josh’s throbbing cock sprang free. The rush of relief was almost orgasmic. He moaned and caught his breath. Moving to the side, the older man took an incense brick and placed it in the thurible. As a fresh plume of scented smoke puffed out, Josh found himself breathing deeply, trying to define the smell. He couldn’t pin it down, but it gave him a pleasant rush.

    The man was no longer pulling on the back of his shorts, yet they remained bunched in his crack, firmly pressed into his dry asshole. The verger knelt behind the boy, admiring his hot red ass cheeks with the cotton shorts bunched into a rope in the butt crack. Leaning close, the man blew a long cool stream of breath at Josh’s crack and buttocks. Josh twitched and jerked, as the faint teasing breath tickled his hypersensitive ass skin; it was at once so ticklish, and so frankly sexual, that he gasped sharply. But his struggle did no more than make his cock, now free, bob and throb.

    The verger went to work, never hurrying, blowing gently all over the boy’s buttocks, crack, inner thighs, balls, and cock. Josh’s breathing grew ragged as the stimulation continued, making the young man hotter and hotter. Every so often the man would stop, gently massaging Josh’s back or thighs, and adding more incense. It was during the first of these breaks that Josh really looked at the altar. It was directly before his face, just a yard away, but at first it had been too dark, and then during the spanking he had been struggling too much, to see any detail. Even now it was slightly obscured by the incense. But now his eyes had adjusted, and he could see that it was elaborately carved with naked figures.

    They were all male. And they were all having sex: men masturbated themselves or each other, watching from the edges as comely youths were abused by lusty satyrs, their handsome young mouths and anuses penetrated by fingers, cocks, serpentine tongues and large wooden dildos. The whole frieze was like an ornate scrollwork of limbs, cocks, tongues, and buttocks, intertwined in a perverse pagan orgy. In the center was an elaborate arrangement he couldn’t quite see through the incense. Taking in a deep breath of the heady fumes, he blew them aside. Revealed in the center, arranged in a curving triangle like the trinity, was a lewd sex chain of larger figures: a boy on his back with his legs in the air, being forced to lick the genitals of a well-hung bearded man, who in turn slavered enthusiastically at the anus of a satyr, who himself bent down to thrust an immense dildo into the asshole of the boy. The two upper figures, man and satyr, held the boy’s arms and legs tightly, making it clear that a kind of rape was intended, but the boy’s expression was one of ecstasy. All three figures were coming, their ejaculate hitting the center of the triangle in a sixpetal rose.

    Josh stared at the erotic altar, incredulous. Suddenly he felt the man begin to blow air on his private parts again. He jerked as the air played around the edge of his anus where his underwear was deeply embedded. There was a moment of clarity where Josh saw that he was in a situation that was evil. An unknown man had abducted him, tied him up, stripped him nearly naked, spanked him painfully, and clearly intended to abuse him sexually. And yet it could not be denied that the increasingly sexual attention he was receiving truly felt wonderful, hotter than any sexual encounter he had ever had.

    He ought to struggle, yell, try to free himself or get help. And yet — his adolescent hormones were all in favor of rushing to orgasm.

    And, of course, there was the undeniable fact that he was helplessly bound, and that no one was ever going to hear him through the stone walls and solid oak door even if he yelled for help all day.

    And that the air blowing on his balls really did feel terrific.

    And that the incense was giving him a hell of an erotic head rush.

    Josh moaned and squirmed his hips in a slow, grinding circle. The man blew a stream of air up and down his shaft, lovingly. Josh could tell that his head must be right between his inner thighs, face upturned. How he longed to close his legs around the man’s neck, to make him suck his cock dry. Like that satyr on the left of the altar…

    As the verger continued to tease him, blowing air with breaks to massage him gently, Josh became almost hypnotized staring at the altar through the incense, squirming gently with sexual frustration, until the lewd scenes became almost real, combining with the tendrils of curling white smoke. He could see the figures moving and flowing, the boys’ smoothly muscled bodies in elegant torsion as their rounded buttocks were impaled by sliding pistons of cocks or dildos, sucking eagerly at dripping dick heads, or kissing the mouths or buttocks of satyrs or other boys. After a while he became fascinated by one scene: a boy held aloft and spread at the four limbs, his nipples pinched with tongs, while beneath a satyr crouched with huge tongue thrust deep into the boy’s open asshole. The tongue was large enough that the effect was certainly that of tongue-fucking, more than rimming. And the boy, his neck and back arched in ecstasy, released a solid column of gushing jism, erupting spontaneously from his untouched cock.

    Josh stared fixedly at this, seeing the point where tongue entered asshole in minute detail. After a long while he realized that the verger was blowing on his asshole, so close that the breath was warm and moist against him. He could feel the underwear getting warmer and warmer until he realized that the man’s lips were lightly pressed to the very fabric. He groaned, motionless. After a long moment the man pressed harder and Josh felt the man’s cheeks touch his spread buttocks.

    It was going to happen. Josh, bound, almost naked, helpless, was about to have his ass eaten. He knew he should shout, protest this lewdness; instead he was near breathless with excitement.

    The man began to lick the fabric, soaking it with saliva. Then Josh was left gasping as the man proceeded to elegantly tease the drenched, bunched up cotton from his asshole, using only his nimble tongue. He never touched Josh’s ass flesh directly, skillfully touching only the fabric. Once teased out, the man licked the fabric flat against his crack, making it really wet, plastering it completely against him in a thin layer. Then he proceeded to stretch the cloth, pushing his tongue into the boy’s bottom, never bunching up the fabric but using it like a thin cotton condom. He then played with the foyer of Josh’s ass, licking and nibbling through the cloth to a depth of an inch or so.

    Josh was staring in rapt fascination at the altar scene, a thick sexual energy slowly building.

    Suddenly the tempo changed. Briskly, the man inserted his tongue at the top of the waistband, then rolled Josh’s underwear down over his ass. Still using only his tongue, he shoved the shorts down the boy’s spread thighs as far as he could, leaving the hairless ass completely exposed. Then, moving his tongue in vigorous circles, he licked up the insides of Josh’s thighs, pausing to suck on his ball sack before moving aggressively up, licking the sensitive ridge between his legs all the way up to Josh’s virgin anus and plunging right in.

    The boy was bucking wildly by the time he got there, but the verger grabbed his hips and held him still for a passionate, wet rim job. Spit dripped down his ass crack, tickling his balls and cock. Josh moaned and panted as the tongue, made of equal parts sandpaper, velvet, and muscle, made love to his tender asshole. As the aggressive rim job continued, Josh lost himself in the perverted altar carvings, mesmerized, feeling himself to be part of that lewd pagan orgy.

    It was only some time later, as the verger reached around to play with his nipples, that Josh realized he was getting desperate to come. Indeed, he felt almost like he was going to come without touching his cock, like the boy on the altar, only somehow it wouldn’t happen. The need to come got greater and greater.

    The rim job continued vigorously. He loved it, oh, yes, it made him feel — oh, yes, hot, hot, HOT, he wanted it to go on forever — but the need to come was making his balls ache. Surely the man intended do something else — his inexperienced but supremely horny mind searched for other options — like suck him, or fuck his ass. Josh wasn’t too sure he wanted that, but the tongue felt so good he was starting to think something bigger would feel even better. But the rim job went on and on. Groaning, wiggling his ass, he longed to come, longed for the man to do something, anything…

    He began to think that maybe he could ask the man; ask him to let him come. It seemed so demeaning, and yet he had to come, just HAD to…

    After a few minutes of this internal debate, he gave in.

    “Please,” he whispered. “Oh, please… I need to … come…” The noisy anal slurping continued unabated. He raised his voice, and said “Please!”

    Hearing his own voice, husky, sexy, reverberating in that dark stone room made him strangely excited. It was like hearing someone else. Someone who might make him do — things. Forbidden things. Things lying in the dark recesses of his mind. He had to say more.

    He said in a firm, clear voice: “Please, please make me COME!” And, with that word, it was as though a dam had been removed inside his psyche and he began to beg with abandon. The sound of his own voice, pleading, sexual, drove him on, as he begged the man to do it, make him come, jerk his cock, force him, force him to come while he ate his ass, anything, raping him, fucking him till he came, fucking his horny ass, fucking it hard…

    He begged with such fervor, living out the scenes in the carving, not realizing that he was soon begging to be used in every way portrayed. Not realizing for several minutes that the man was no longer licking his ass. No, that was definitely not a tongue up his ass.

    It was a strong, thick finger. And it was finding a passage through his inner ring.

    Josh was a little panicky — still intensely aroused, but nothing had been that far up him before. The man opened him up, adding fingers and thrusting deep, as Josh felt his horny body cooperate, unlocking the fortress that housed his virginity. Then after a while the man stopped and went to a credence nook at the side. Josh craned his neck and saw that there were several dildos with very long handles and a cruet of oil. The man selected a medium size white one, about the size of Josh’s own cock, and greased it up. He then poured oil on Josh’s ass and worked it in. Josh pleaded with the man not to do it, but he seemingly paid no attention and inserted the prosthetic cock fully. Josh groaned deeply and willed his ass to close, but his rectal muscles ignored the order and welcomed the intruder warmly, gripping it like a long-lost friend. The dildo narrowed at the base like a butt plug before ending in a sturdy wooden handle. As his anus reached the narrow spot it snapped tight. The dildo was lodged firmly, its large head against his horny young prostate.

    Josh felt overstuffed, his virgin rectum stretched on the impaling member. Try as he might, he could not shake the dildo out of his ass. Indeed, the shaking made the long, weighted handle wobble, which had the effect of making the dildo head grind in circles against his tender prostate.

    He knew he should stop, but he couldn’t help himself, bucking his hips sharply to create a fucking sensation.

    The verger smiled. The lad was making the dildo handle into a pendulum, driving his sex clock into a tick-tock frenzy. The alarm had been set for a massive orgasm, but there was much yet to come before then. Indeed, it was time to go further. The man took a small knife and removed Josh’s underwear and tee shirt, then pulled off his socks so that the boy was fully nude.

    The verger watched with pleasure as the muscular boy squirmed in writhing sexuality, his cock now bobbing in tempo with the oscillating dildo handle. The boy’s tender moist mouth was open, emitting rhythmic grunts of pleasure.

    Keeping his eyes on the boy’s pretty lips, parted and pink, he swiftly removed his own vestments. From a concealed closet he removed his costume and donned it: satyr mask, hairy leggings, and goat-hoof clogs. The man, though short, was impressive, with muscular shoulders tapering to a narrow waist and tightly sculpted buttocks. His rippled, hairy stomach and trim lats focused attention on an impressive penis, fully rampant with a dark purple head. The leggings, plain dark tights on the calf, were covered with long goat hair over his shapely thighs, each held in place with a tight elastic band just below the spring of his buttocks. The clogs completed the lewd ensemble, as well as giving him greater height. Every muscle tensed, he closed his eyes and tipped his head back, saying the ancient words and waited for the energy to come into him.

    Now.

    Nimbly, the faux-satyr sprang between Josh and the altar, thrusting his hips in the boy’s face. Holding Josh by the hair, he spanked the boy’s downy cheeks with his hard cock for a while before shoving the whole thing into his mouth. Josh struggled as he was forced to accept the full length of the rock hard member, gagging as it hit the back of his throat. He swallowed convulsively, involuntarily clamping his throat muscles on the cock. He couldn’t breathe. Then the cock withdrew, leaving Josh gasping. It approached again, but Josh closed his mouth. The satyr jerked Josh’s head sharply, slapping his dick against the boy’s lips. Josh, having made a minute examination of the altar, certainly knew what was expected, and also knew he had no choice. Groaning deeply, he gave in, licking the cock of the man who held him captive.

    As he serviced his captor, Josh was acutely aware that they were living out a scene from the carving: a muscular youth forced to fellate a lusty satyr. The knowledge of this somehow made Josh hotter, and he continued to buck his hips. The dildo filled him at one end as the man’s cock filled him at the other. Eventually his throat grew more relaxed, and he sucked well, tonguing the man’s shaft vigorously.

    The satyr-man growled with pleasure, pumping the boy’s head up and down his shiny shaft. With his other hand he reached back to pleasure his own anus, spreading his goat-thighs wide and rubbing it hard. Then he spits on his fingers and gave himself a rough finger-fuck. The satyr moved lasciviously, exulting in his dominance of the handsome boy, pleasuring himself without shame.

    The fellatio continued…

    At long last, the man coiled up with impending orgasm. Grabbing Josh’s head with both hands, he released his seed, pumping it straight down the boy’s throat. Man and boy convulsed, the one in orgasm, the other helpless even to gag as the semen gushed down his violated gullet.

    Finally, the man withdrew. Josh was gasping for air. After the man had recovered somewhat, he took a collar and leash from the table and fastened them to Josh’s neck. Standing with his back to the boy, he passed the leash between his legs and bent over, spreading his legs wide and backing up. With the leash, he pulled Josh’s face right into his manly ass crack. Josh resisted, but the choker collar tightened, cutting off his air.

    The boy knew he had no choice. Tentatively at first, and then with increasing vigor, he rimmed the man’s asshole. Amazingly, he soon found the tangy, salty taste of the man’s ass to be delicious. After a while it was no longer necessary to keep pressure on the leash, and the man-satyr could move his hips freely, squirming with pleasure as the helpless boy slurped at his ass hole.

    Josh knew this was completely degrading, and yet again he found himself obsessed with the fantasy image of a half man, half beast satyr forcing an innocent youth to perform lewd acts. Josh ate the man’s ass well, remembering how wonderful it had felt when the man had rimmed him. Thrusting his strong tongue deep, he made passionate love to the man’s asshole.

    It went on for some time, but finally the lascivious ass-eating had the man-satyr ready for rougher play. Pulling his buttocks away from the boy’s wet face, he sprang behind him and grasped the dildo handle, holding it still. Unable to stop pumping his hips, Josh fucked himself on the dildo. The man poured more oil on it, and Josh shamelessly rode the slick shaft, his handsome features distorted into something wild, something pagan…

    Something very like the crude vitality of the ancient carvings.

    The satyr-priest knew it was time for the final consummation of the ritual. Abruptly, the man withdrew the dildo. Josh was left gasping, his well-fucked hole gaping. The boy felt empty, and was once more acutely aware of his throbbing cock aching for release.

    “Please,” he begged. “Please…” The man mounted him, ramming his huge erection to the hilt in one searing thrust. Josh cried out, a deep guttural grunt of pain and sexual need, as the man fucked with abandon, thrusting like an animal. The beautiful, muscular youth gave up his virginity, struggling, bucking, finally moaning with acceptance as the tight muscles of his anal canal softened, feeling each sturdy thrust like an explosion of pleasure.

    The lusty satyr fucked his victim well, thrusting his greasy fingers in the boy’s soft sucking mouth, or twisting his tender pink nipples, or nibbling on his lightly-haired neck, playing the taut body like a cello until the boy was moaning musically, submissive to the sexual stroke of his bow.

    Gleaming flesh and carved stone blended with the exotic smoke in the flickering candle light, blurring together in a timeless fantasy. Silently, the walls watched, absorbing the grunts of the participants, joining them to the memories of centuries of lust, moans echoing beyond the range of hearing.

    When it was time, the man stroked the boy’s cock, releasing a solid spray of juice that shot five feet straight out to splash against the carved rose at center of the altar. Spasming uncontrollably, Josh experienced one long incandescent explosion, gallons of cum draining his swollen balls dry, ass muscles clutching at the swollen cock that was pumping a load of its own into his bowels.

    Spent, Josh slipped into unconsciousness.

    PART II — THE LESSONS

    When Josh awoke, he was hazy for some time. After a while, he realized he was not in familiar surroundings. He lay on a high cot in the center of a small stone cell. A bit of thin sunlight came through some slatted shutters, just enough to see by.

    At the foot of his bed, up in the corner like a hospital room, was an old TV set. Amazingly, it appeared to have a black and white porno film on. There was a close up of a hand massaging a pair of muscular buttocks. Josh had, typically, awoken semi-hard. With this pleasant visual stimulus, his 18-year-old dick was fully erect in seconds.

    It was only when he tried to reach for his cock that he found he was tied up. Startled, he rose to a half sitting position. His hands were tied to the cot frame at either side. Also his ankles were tied to the outside corners, spreading his legs. He was wearing a rough white gown of some sort, zipped up the front.

    He settled back in bed, unsure what to do. He glanced up at the TV again.

    The camera had pulled back, showing more of the scene. Josh realized it was homo porn: there was this kid, an all-American type, tied to a funny desk, while this athletic-looking older guy blew air on his ass… Josh shot nearly upright as realization dawned. Broken memories, terrible, perverse, hot, flooded into him.

    “No!” he cried out. “Oh, no, no, no…” There he was on the screen, squirming with mounting lust as the man massaged him. Josh watched, horrified, as the man went to work with his mouth, playing with the underwear in Josh’s asshole. His stomach clenched. He could never have enjoyed this filthy, perverted…

    The scene cut to Josh’s face. He saw his own handsome face, eyes closed, lips parted, moaning with desire. There could be no doubt about it. Josh had enjoyed it. A lot.

    Josh slumped back onto the mattress and groaned in misery. He felt so degraded. It was disgusting, an outrage. But, somehow, he had to watch it…

    The camera zoomed for close-ups of the lewdly carved altar scenes. The figures sprang vividly to life, and Josh remembered how hot the scenes had made him at the time. Then the camera was back on his face for a close-up before panning down his muscular back to show the man with his face buried in his asscrack, now covered with a thin sheet of spit-soaked cotton. The man raised his head, and began to remove Josh’s underwear with his tongue.

    Josh held his breath as he saw his own buttocks and asshole gloriously revealed. Wet with spit, reflecting the candlelight, his ass gleamed beautifully. He had to admit it was a gorgeous ass. He found himself watching breathlessly as the man slowly licked up his thighs, gasping as the man finally licked his naked asshole.

    Josh found that he was grinding his hips, working the head of his erect penis against the robe he now wore. He knew he shouldn’t be turning on to this degrading scene, but he couldn’t help it. The powerful narcissistic thrill of seeing himself have sex was hot stuff. And god — that rim job! He could still remember how it felt, the man’s tongue driving him wild with pleasure… Eyes glued to the TV, he squirmed and rolled, trying to get his cock close to his hand. No matter what he did, he couldn’t quite do it. Nor could he roll far enough to hump the mattress. He was stuck. An 18 years old kid, horny, alone, watching a porno movie of himself that was, frankly, hotter than hell. And he couldn’t jack off.

    And the movie WAS hot! It was a narcissist’s dream come true. The long shots showing every detail of his beautifully muscled body, his handsome face moaning with lust, the close-up shots of his ass being serviced by the lascivious man… hot, hot, hot!

    Josh watched the screen avidly, brushing his cock as much as possible against the robe he wore. Humping his hips. He even worked his butt against the bed, trying to bunch the robe up his crack.

    The door to his cell opened quietly. He didn’t notice until people started to enter the room. There were six of them, dressed in monk’s robes of black wool, with hoods drawn. They said nothing, standing in two rows on either side of the bed, staring down at him. Josh gaped at them. One man leaned over and unzipped his robe from top to bottom. The monks drew the cloth wide, revealing his naked body.

    And his very erect cock.

    Josh rolled, trying to hide his groin, but it was impossible.

    “Who the hell are you? What are you doing to me?”

    Josh pulled at his restraints, to no avail. The men said nothing, staring at his nude body.

    Then, from the TV, came his voice: “Please… Please make me COME!” followed by the continuous begging he had spouted, debasing himself, talking dirt.

    Josh remembered what it was like, that moment when he let loose, got into the degradation. It had been so hot.

    And now… the humiliation of it. These men, listening to his lewd talk, watching him beg for sex on film, while he was lying here, unable to hide his naked body from their gimlet eyes.

    Unable to hide that he was really turned on.

    As the begging continued, growing ever more lewd, he could not stop squirming his hips. Now he had not even the robe to rub against.

    On the screen, the finger fucking had started. Josh watched in fascination as his ass was penetrated. Then, the verger started to prepare the white dildo.

    Suddenly, one of the monks moved, opening a cupboard in the wall below the TV. Inside was a rack of long handled dildos, similar to the ones on the screen. Josh realized that they were going to fuck him with the dildos while they forced him to watch the same on TV. Somehow the idea made him hot.

    But, as he saw the dildo pushed into his ass, and lodged, the men did nothing. As Josh, on the screen, squirmed and shook, working the dildo in his ass, they still did nothing. Josh felt an itchy tingle in his ass, that burned gently.

    Still, nothing happened. Josh squirmed.

    “Uh — what — what are you going to do? I mean — with me?” Silence. “I mean — obviously this is some kind of homo pervert thing, right?” Silence.

    “I mean — you’re making me watch this tape, all tied up & naked — and with those — those ass dildo things there — I just wondered what you were going to do, that’s all.” Nothing. Obviously he was getting nowhere.

    On the TV were hot close-ups of his body, humping air, fucking himself on the dildo lodged in his ass. It was so hot. Josh’s ass tingled. He could feel that dildo in him, stretching him, filling him…

    He began humping in time with the screen. He couldn’t help it. And with the men staring at him, seeing every move — it was so humiliating! But that must be what they wanted. Fuck the bastards! Well, if they wanted a show, he’d give it to them, just to spite them. So he gave in to the feeling, moving as lewdly as he could.

    Still, his ass burned. He decided they wanted to hear him beg for it. So he told them that he would understand if they were going to put a dildo in his ass; then he said, go ahead, do it; then he said please; then he started frankly to beg, asking them to fuck him, rape him, impale his ass… None of it worked. He was seriously horny, slamming up and down on the mattress. Then, on the screen, the verger, having donned his satyr costume, forced his cock down his victim’s throat.

    That’s it, he thought. So he offered, with increasingly lewd detail, to suck their cocks. All of them. He thought he could detect some swelling under the robes, but the men did nothing.

    Then the man on the screen forced Josh to eat his ass.

    Josh groaned. No. He couldn’t. He resisted for a while, but finally offered to kiss their asses. Then to lick. To french-kiss. Anything they wanted. He would do it all. Suck their dicks. Eat their assholes. They could use each of the dildos in turn on his ass.

    The men were obviously hard, now. But they didn’t move.

    On the TV, at long last the forced rim job ended. Josh was panting and groaning as he watched the man grab the dildo handle. Watched as the TV Josh fucked himself shamelessly on the latex cock held firm for him.

    Then he watched as the man mounted him, popping his cherry. Josh, on screen and off, bucked in a frenzy. The monks lifted their robes, exposing their erect cocks, and began to masturbate. Josh was on the verge of tears. He began to beg again, desperate, asking the men to fuck him, fuck his ass, fuck his mouth, sit on his face — he would be their sex slave. Please. Just let him come.

    But no. On the TV, Josh came, and as his come hit the altar, the six monks came too, spraying his body, cock, legs, arms, chest, and head with sticky white come. Josh, his mouth open, stared with pathetic need at each spurt, like an addict who can see his drug but not reach it. Six cocks softened, leaving just one throbbing with painful urgency. Untouched.

    The tape had ended. There was silence.

    Josh closed his eyes and groaned in horrible frustration as the cooling semen began to drip, tickling his sensitive skin. All that man-juice and none of it his. Tears squeezed through his lashes to mingle with the jism on his cheeks. He licked his lips, tasting come.

    There was a humming noise, and Josh realized that the tape was rewinding.

    The monks picked up a small round stool, padded all over; lifting his body, they placed it under the small of his back, raising his ass off the cot about 12”. Josh was too exhausted from his struggles to resist as they put a collar on him and chained it to the headboard. Then leaving his ankles tied as they were, they untied his wrists and forced them along his sides, cuffing them together in the open space beneath his raised ass. Then they set the dildos and an open jar of grease on the bed.

    Right next to his hands.

    They left the room and shut the door. In a sudden rage, he knocked the dildos over.

    The tape started to play again. He heard the struggle in the dark, then the scratch of a match as the candles were lighted. He saw himself tied to the kneeler desk, from several angles. There must have been a dozen tiny cameras hidden strategically in the walls and ceiling. Josh’s breath came faster as he watched. His eyes lovingly caressed his beautiful tan skin, adored the chaste white of his underwear concealing the treasury of his sex. He didn’t think it was possible to be any hornier than he had been, but there was something mysteriously powerful about seeing himself bound, half naked, in that innocent moment just before the long, slow descent into degradation and ecstasy… a feeling that pierced his gut with a paradox he could not have described.

    The silent walls knew, and recorded the moment of no return. Josh’s mind might still rebel. But his soul was theirs.

    The long spanking scene, which he had missed the first time, began. Punishment. On the screen, and off. The pressure of his trapped orgasm continued, impossibly, to mount.

    His cock and his ass were on fire. He could move his hands beneath him, reach his ass and balls, but not his cock. Teeth clenched, he strained against the collar, choking as he attempted to get the stool out from under his back. Impossible. Try as he might, he still couldn’t touch his cock. But he could reach his asshole quite easily.

    Now he understood the nature of the next torment. He could use the dildos to satisfy his burning ass. And probably make the need to come even worse.

    Working his hips, he could feel his asshole pucker open and closed, like a fish out of water.

    No, he thought. I won’t do it.

    His ass replied: DILDO. NOW.

    His mental resolve crumbled to dust, blown away by the primitive need, and he grabbed for a dildo. In a sudden panic, he remembered that he had knocked them away. He clawed frantically at the bedding. The jar of grease was still there, but most of the dildos had apparently fallen off the cot. Out of the corner of his eye he could see a dildo handle, just out of reach.

    “Oh, god!” He tipped his head back in frustration. But then his hands took the initiative, plunging into the jar of grease and thrusting greedily at his burning hole. Arching his back, spreading his thighs wider, he pointed his ass hole down and probed it with trembling fingers. His face relaxed into a small smile as he pleasured his hungry hole, giving in to its demands.

    “Yes. Ooh, yes… “

    But then the lube, cool and soothing at first, began to warm his inner flesh.. To warm, and then to burn. He grimaced as he felt the heat mount on the sensitive skin of his anus. And the friction of his vigorous finger fuck was making it worse. Quickly, he scooped up a fresh gob of lube and plastered it to his ass, sighing as the thick white grease cooled the burning. But then, several minutes later, the heat was even worse, roasting his horny sphincter.

    He squirmed and groaned, working his fingers and applying lube, caught between relief and torment. And try as he might, he could not penetrate himself very far with his fingers. Not far enough to reach THE SPOT.

    DILDO. NOW.

    Desperate, he began to bounce up and down, rocking the mattress. He could just barely see the one remaining dildo handle, and was momentarily seized with panic as it rolled near to the edge, but then cried out in triumph as it rolled back toward the center. Straining at the collar, choking as his wind was cut off, he finally grasped the handle. He raised it up to look at it.

    It was the largest of the collection. Much larger than the one the verger had used the day before. He closed his eyes in resignation. Shit.

    He plunged the dildo tip into the jar of lube and placed it against his excited, tormented hole. It took him several minutes to force it into his tight young rectum, grunting in pain, wanting to stop, but liking it, wanting it; wanting it to split him open like an oyster. Wanting it to pry loose the white-hot pearl of pleasure that burned inside him.

    With a loud cry, he forced the dildo in completely, feeling his ass snap shut on the narrow base. Mouth open, breathing deeply, he squirmed slightly from side to side, feeling his guts move, accommodating the huge invader. Then, as his anal passage softened and embraced the monstrous toy, an intense satisfaction radiated through him. Tentatively, he twisted the handle, biting his lip as the dildo head crushed hard against his swollen love nut.

    Josh’s smooth thigh muscles trembled as lust commands issued from his brainless sex gland.

    Bliss.

    Then the burning began again.

    Whimpering, he tried to satisfy the heat now inflaming his prostate. The need drove him, made him twist and work the dildo mercilessly, made him so desperate that he forced his ass to relax enough to pull the huge toy in and out. On the screen, Josh could see himself fucking with a dildo as well. That had been nothing compared to this.

    He felt himself entering a kind of frantic trance. Having the monks watch him earlier had been degrading — but somehow, being alone in his torment was even worse. To ease the feeling, he began to mumble.

    “Fuck me. Make me. Spank me. Punish me. Punish my ass. Punish my cock. Fuck me.”

    Over and over, it became a mantra of sorts.

    After a while, the door opened. Another monk came in. The sexual reek in the room was palpable. He closed the door and stood at the foot of the raised cot. The handsome boy was plastered with sweat, his blond hair flat and damp, his bloated cock jutting obscenely, the piss slit swollen and crusted with pre-cum. Most satisfying of all was the delightfully brutal way the lad was fucking his sweet bubble butt. Splendid. He leaned over to smell the thick, musky pheromone rising from his hot crotch, the pale blond pubic hair like the smoke of incense. Then he pulled up a stool and sat right at the foot of the bed, looking straight up between Josh’s quivering thighs, watching Josh degrade himself. Josh couldn’t stop, didn’t even care. He fucked himself with abandon.

    Sometime later the video came to its conclusion. As he watched himself come on the screen, Josh arched his back, trying to come too, but falling back and groaning in misery as the tape ended. The monk pulled back his hood, revealing stern but handsome features.

    “Well done,” he said. In the silence Josh heard the tape start to rewind again.

    “Oh no — no — please not again — no, please — I’ll suck your cock, eat your ass, anything, get fucked, anything you want me to do, please! Let me come! It hurts, I need it so bad!”

    “Do you solemnly promise? Say it again!”

    Josh, seeing hope of release, babbled, “Oh yes, yes, I promise, I’ll do it, suck your cock, suck your butt, anything you say anything please just do it fuck my ass if you want oh PLEASE—”

    “Very well. I accept. All of that which you have offered.”

    Ecstatic, Josh began humping furiously, grabbing the dildo handle again for one last wild ride. Deliberately, the monk pulled from his pocket an old gardening glove, the thick leather palm cracked and rough from years of use. He dipped it in the jar of lube and held his hand poised next to Josh’s thrusting cock Between clenched teeth Josh groaned. “Oh GOD yes, do it!”

    Smiling, the monk closed his gloved fist around Josh’s hot penis, reaching with his other hand to twist and squeeze the lad’s vulnerable scrotum. Josh gasped and recoiled as he felt the harsh leather touch his tight cock head, then convulsed as the monk started rubbing his thumb right over the sensitive piss slit.

    On the very edge of ejaculation, the intense sensation deprived him of the power to come. His cock locked in torment, his balls twisted, his ass stuffed and burning, Josh yelled incoherently, all of his muscles fluttering in random spasms like a fish on a hook.

    Silently, the monk counted to sixty.

    Then, releasing the lad’s balls and taking his thumb off the penis tip, the monk stroked Josh’s cock gently and deliberately, with his other hand grabbing the dildo handle and pushing it in.

    Thrusting helplessly into the man’s hand, impaled on the obscene dildo, Josh’s orgasm was released at last.

    “OH!! YEAH!! GOD — DO IT FUCK ME DO IT OMIGOD — YES — AAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

    Josh had not imagined that the orgasm, when it finally came, would be even more painful than what had come before. There were no individual spurts, just one long shuddering blast. He was unconscious when it ended.

    The monk looked down at his handiwork while removing the glove. The boy’s body, still arched, was covered with an elaborate swirl of intertwined ropes of semen. The man raised one shapely eyebrow as he noted the rune pattern created by the shining cum streaks. Bending down over Josh’s left nipple, he observed a pearl of jism clinging to the erect tip. His tongue flicked out and caught it. He straightened and replaced his hood, eyes gleaming in the recesses of the cowl.

    “Delicious,” he said.

    PART III — CONFESSION AND ABSOLUTION

    When Josh awoke the second time, he was not alone.

    Two monks sat at the foot of the cot, to which he was tied as the first time he awoke. There was no sign of his recent ordeal. Seeing that he was awake, the men gave him a sponge bath, going about their business silently and efficiently, and doing a very thorough job on his ass before drying him with thick towels. Then they massaged oil into his skin, including his cock and asshole. Josh had never been bathed like this before, and all the intimate attention made him really hard, but the men did not masturbate him. Afterwards, he was fed some breakfast, again a very strange thing to submit to. His many questions went unanswered. After the food, his wrists, ankles, and neck were fitted with polished leather cuffs having attachment loops; then he was untied from the bed and dressed in the white robe again. He was then marched down a dim corridor and brought to a rather grandly carved door. When it was opened, Josh gaped in shock.

    Within was a large octagonal chamber with a star-vaulted roof. Seated around the edge of the chamber in raised wall niches were a large number of monks in black. Opposite the door, in a specially fancy niche, was a man wearing impressive red robes and a mitre. But the shocking thing was the scene in the middle of the chamber.

    In the center of the room, on a padded circular platform, were three people in a living tableau: arranged in a triangle were a youth, a bearded man, and a costumed satyr, the boy licking the man’s cock, the man eating the satyr’s ass, the satyr dildofucking the blond boy. Josh realized that this was the same as the central figure of the carved altar in the crypt cell. On the floor in a large circle around this tableau were 12 youths about his age, in a daisy chain: each boy’s face was buried in the next boy’s butt. They were all rock-hard, with their hands tied tightly to their sides, the upper leg bent up high at the knee to offer better access at the rear.

    Still stunned by the sight of it all, Josh was marched around this lewd tableau and brought before the grand red personage.

    Josh saw that the man was attended by four more youths, each a stunning example of male beauty, clad in red leather collars with broad lace trim. Glancing down, he saw that the young men were sporting red leather cock rings, their lovely erections held at attention by slender silver chains attached to the ring and disappearing behind their hips. Josh wondered what the chains were attached to; one of the lads, observing Josh’s glance, turned slightly and pulled on one shapely buttock, letting Josh see that the chains were attached to shiny red butt plugs. Josh, embarrassed that he had been caught looking, glanced up to catch a condescending smirk and looked away, blushing furiously.

    He felt a hand push him. “You must kneel before the Lord Abbot!”

    Josh started to obey, then felt the hand again. “Not that way. This is the proper posture.” And Josh was guided to kneel with his back to the Abbot, then made to press his forehead to the floor and raise his hindquarters. The attendant monks folded back his robe to reveal his rump to the Abbot. Josh heard the voice of the Abbot, deep and commanding.

    “Welcome to Ass Abbey, home of the Priapic Order. You will begin here your life of obedience and worship as a junior novice. This Eve, at the stroke of midnight, will be the initiation. However, before this sacred rite, you must clear yourself of all past debts. Those who enter here must leave the past behind, free of former obligations. Does any have such a claim on the youth now presented?”

    One of the monks stood and the red man motioned him forward. He pulled back his hood and Josh peeked sideways and saw that it was he who had finally let him come yesterday. The man’s handsome face was crossed with a deliciously lewd leer.

    “My lord Abbot, yesterday this slutty boy did promise to perform services upon my person, in return for which I did ejaculate him. In specific, fellatio and analingus were offered, as well as anal intercourse, and all other acts which I might order of him for my pleasure.”

    The red man addressed Josh. “You will fulfill your promise to the utmost. In front of the entire Chapter here assembled.”

    Josh sat up in a panic and turned to plead with the Abbot. “No! No! It’s not true! It’s a lie!”

    There was a deadly hush.

    “May it please your Grace, I have proof.”

    “Present it.”

    The monk produced a remote control and thumbed it on. On each face of the octagon, above the seats, a large screen TV flicked to life. Josh watched in horror as the screens showed a bird’s eye view of himself on the cot, bound, naked, frantically fucking himself with the huge dildo. Obviously there must be a video camera concealed in the ceiling of his cell. Josh cringed to think what the whole tape must show. In this excerpt, Josh was fucking his ass hard with a large dildo for several minutes while the monk watched. Obviously, this part was not necessary as proof, and had been put in to mortify Josh. It worked. He could see several of the monks working their dicks under their robes, ogling the screens. Finally, the tape advanced to the point where Josh started begging. Offering, then promising, to service the monk. Then, the monk reaching to Josh’s cock.

    Oh, please, no, turn it off, Josh thought.

    But no. The tape ran on, showing Josh writhing helplessly in the grip of that harsh leather glove, and finally his stupendous orgasm as he shouted and raved to be fucked.

    The man in red made a curt gesture and one of his attendants slapped him hard in the face, knocking him to his knees. “It is you who lie, insolent boy! You must now pay your debt to this man before all here. We will watch as you suck his cock, as you worship his anus with your tongue, as he fucks you. But before that you must be punished for your insolent lies. Let the one you have wronged choose your punishment.”

    “As your Grace pleases. Let the boy be strung on the display deck.” The tableau trio on the platform scuttled off, and Josh was hustled on to it. His wrists were snapped to a chain from the ceiling as his feet were kicked apart and attached to the floor rings. The monk approached, and forced a pecker gag into his mouth, strapping it in place. The monk then tore off Josh’s white robe.

    The platform began to revolve. Josh was terrified as he looked at the circle of men staring at him, bound and helpless and totally naked. The monk groped him lewdly as the others watched, probing his crack, pinching nipples, hefting his balls, stroking his cock. Once Josh was hard the monk again pressed the remote control. The screens showed a still of an earlier moment in the tape, while the six monks had watched Josh watching himself on TV. Then the scene moved, and Josh’s voice was heard: “Please — use a dildo on me — I need it — please, just fuck me with one of those dildos, this tape is so hot, watching me get it, oh please I’ll let you do it fuck me hard with dildos, all of them, please-” The monk hit the pause button. Josh’s cheeks were burning. “What do you say, my brothers. Shall I give the slut what he wants?” “Yes!”

    “You can see for yourself how the boy blushes as his degradation is exposed on film. I have prepared many excerpts so that you may hear his depravity in his own voice as he is punished, and so that you may feast your eyes on the spectacle of his delicious body as it was used to fulfillment by the Verger!”

    The assembly cheered. Josh struggled hard to free himself, but to no avail. His punisher beckoned to a servant lad. A tray of dildos was brought to him.

    Josh tried to keep his ass closed but the man was an expert, prying his ass open and forcing in the first, smallest dildo. He teased it gently until Josh’s sphincter was breached. Then the real fucking began. On the screen, the film continued, showing a montage of Josh in flagrante, while the audio track was the long, long begging he had been forced to perform for the six monks. And, so that no detail of his punishment would be missed, every other screen showed a live close-up of Josh’s midsection, where as he revolved the men could see in minute detail the dildo’s fucking penetration of his anus alternating with his rigid cock.

    Totally helpless, naked, bound, Josh was fucked with 6 different dildos for the pleasure of the assembly. His cheeks burned as he heard, amplified, his own voice begging for perverted abuse, and he could not help watching as the film showed every pornographic detail of his earlier rapes. Josh hung his head in shame as he was forced to enjoy each thrust of the dildo. For, every so often the monk would masturbate his throbbing cock, bringing him to the edge and stopping. But, worst of all, was the embarrassment he felt at having guys his own age seeing him like this. Each revolve of the platform made him face the Abbot’s attendant, the handsome blackhaired one who had caught him looking, and who now made it clear that he was enjoying Josh’s discomfort immensely.

    Finally, the prepared tape ended. The monk removed the pecker gag, but not the dildo. “For the end of your punishment, you must beg again. As all hear you, you will beg to suck my cock. To eat my ass. To be fucked. And, as you do it, you will fuck yourself while they watch.”

    The monk took a telescoping post and put it in a socket in the platform, extending it and attaching it to the dildo that was inside Josh. The monk twisted his nipples, forcing Josh to slide up and down the full length of the 10” dildo, and to make it easier he released Josh’s hands from above and clipped them together behind him. Soon Josh was so hot that he fucked himself hard.

    The monk stood before him and disrobed. “Beg to suck this cock!” Josh begged.

    The monk turned and spread his cheeks. “Beg to kiss my ass! Beg to lick my crack! Beg to suck my butthole! Beg to worship my anus deeply with your unworthy tongue!” Josh begged.

    “Now, beg me to come up your ass!”

    Josh begged. Begged for all of it. Kept begging as he fucked himself in a frenzy on the impaling dildo. Kept begging even as the monk made him come. While they all watched.

    After he came, he was released from the bondage and fell to the floor. The monk positioned him on his back, head in the center of the stage. The camera was reset to show his face in a huge close-up. The monk knelt over his sweaty body, triumphant. His turgid cock flopped onto Josh’s lips.

    “Time to keep your promise, boy.”

    Josh did as he was told, licking and sucking as they all watched. After a bit, the man wheeled around and presented Josh with his smooth asscrack. Step by step, he forced Josh to proceed, giving him instructions in detail. Once he had done this for a while, the monk set up an alternating pattern, sitting his ass on Josh’s probing tongue for a while, then sliding back as Josh licked between his legs, licked his balls, licked up the length of his penis, and opened wide as the man forced his cock into his throat for a few deep thrusts, before moving back again, forcing Josh to worship his anus once more.

    Josh, humiliated, could hear the lewd commentary of the other monks as they ogled his work on the big screen. “Such a tongue! Ooh! Yeah, baby, suck it! Look how he eats that ass. Brother Librarian is certainly making him do it right!”

    The oral service continued. Josh sucked really hard on the man’s cock, hoping to make him come and get it over with, but the man never let him get that far, spending more and more time making Josh rim his quivering hole.

    Finally, the monk stood up. His cock was like a spear before him. Josh struggled to his feet. The monk grabbed Josh by the wrists and clipped them to his collar, underneath his chin. Forcing Josh to bend over, he filled his ass with lube using a baster. Surprisingly, the man then lay flat on his back on the stage.

    “Fuck yourself on my cock, boy!” Everyone laughed as Josh reacted with dismay. The handlers picked him up as he struggled, holding his legs spread, and lowered him onto the prone monk. There was a hush as they paused to position the monk’s dick head at Josh’s anus. Josh could see it in close-up detail on the screens as he turned; could see it as, inch by inch, he was lowered onto the huge erect cock. His rectum, well-stretched from the large dildo, well-oiled, swallowed the cock whole. A huge wave of warmth spread throughout his gut and he moaned with the pleasure of it. The man’s dick squirmed inside him, pushing his buttons.

    Straddling the man, in front of all the monks, he began to fuck. The handlers held his feet, keeping him well spread so that the camera got good penetration detail.

    Josh, fascinated, watched the screens as he slid up and down the man’s fuck-pole.

    Seeing it intensified the sensation in some strange way. His cock became fully erect.

    “Do a good job, boy. You must continue to fuck yourself until you make me come.”

    Josh worked hard, squeezing his rectal muscles to jerk the man’s cock, humping him. Of course, all this just made Josh hotter as well…

    Ten minutes later, the man came, blasting Josh’s ass with a geyser of juice. Everyone applauded, and the meeting began to break up into an orgy. Monks bustled about, lighting braziers of incense, and within minutes the room was filled with that distinctive musky reek. Meanwhile Josh was lifted off the cock, ass dripping jism. To his utter amazement, the boy who had been in the tableau was forced up on stage, and Josh’s ass was held to his lips as the boy sucked all the semen from his well-fucked hole, licking it clean. The men holding him could see that the rim job was making Josh wild, and with a lewd grin, one of them milked Josh’s cock to a second orgasm. Josh didn’t want to come, but the hot scene and heady clouds of smoke overwhelmed him. Afterwards the men holding him picked him up and carried him away, cock still twitching. People reached out and caught some of the cum off his torso, licking their fingers.

    As they made their way slowly around the edge of the chamber to the door, Josh saw that the 12 young men from the daisy chain were being passed around, forced to service the monks, horny from Josh’s performance. Since there were four monks per youth, he saw that each boy was forced to masturbate two men while simultaneously getting fucked; and the mouth of each naked boy was servicing a cock or asshole, at the whim of the man in front.

    As he passed the abbot, he could see that the man was being served by his special attendants. His robes were twitched aside, legs up, and Josh could see a that the brunette was hunched down, rimming the abbot’s asshole, while the redhead attempted to suck the abbot’s stupendous 12” cock. The other two boys, the blond and the black-haired youth, were forced to kiss and masturbate each other while the abbot gave them a good hard finger fuck. Their respective butt plugs, having been pulled, hung from the cock ring chains. Each seemed desperate to make the other come first. As he passed further away, Josh looked back to see that the black-haired boy was coming. He was grabbed and, apparently as a consequence of the game, shoved down on the Abbot’s lap and forced to take the man’s prodigious cock up the ass. He struggled and cried out as the other attendants held him, pinching and tickling his nipples as he was raped. Just before the door closed, he looked over to meet Josh’s stare. Josh grinned, enjoying that last lewd glimpse before the heavy doors swung shut.

    PART IV — CONFIRMATION

    The midnight initiation was held in the secret chapel. Unlike other abbeys, this one had kept its original, much smaller Romanesque structure when the larger Gothic abbey was built. Its windows and doors sealed, the 12th cent. original church had been converted over the centuries, covered with pornographic ornament and fitted with sex equipment. The only entrance was through secret passages through the crypts.

    The tourists, visiting the official Gothic abbey during the day, would have never dreamed what was going on in the secret chapel late that night…

    The service began in the Galilee Porch, which had been a baptistery. In the center of the smallish room there was a bowl-like depression in the floor with a drain. Around the lip of the depression were set a circle of steel rings. Standing just behind this was a large, ancient font, the size of an antique bath, filled with clear water. As Josh was led in, he saw that a large group of monks, probably 30 or so, were congregated behind the font, wearing curious formal black robes consisting of two separate pieces: each an arm sleeve with a long fall of cloth hanging from the shoulder to the floor. The two halves of the garment were clasped at the neck and joined with a chain just below the chest, but joined nowhere else, leaving the front and back nude. Each man also wore an ornamental belt and black slippers. There were roughly the same number of novices present, wearing short open lace surplices which left them naked below the midriff, and white slippers. The novices’ hands were tied behind them.

    Josh had been dressed in some of the spare clothes from his rucksack taken the day of his abduction: tee, jeans, and underwear but no shoes or socks. He was marched over to the floor drain and his hands were cuffed to a hanging chain; his ankles were spread to either side of the floor depression and tied to heavy rings. The clothes were then cut from his body with a ceremonial knife, and burned in a charcoal brazier, except for his underwear. This item was rubbed deeply into Josh’s asscrack to get his musk, and then a bound novice was brought forward and forced to come against the wad of cloth, soaking it with his huge load. The slimy wad was stuffed into Josh’s mouth and tied in place with a square of cloth to gag him.

    Then two monks came forward with a basin, scissors, and cream, which turned out to be hair remover. The monks trimmed and then creamed the hair from his groin and asscrack, wiping the lotion on his legs and chest as well to remove the light blond down until his body was smooth and hairless.

    Then two more came forward with enema equipment. Josh struggled, but there was nothing he could do as the water was forced into his ass. The warm water flooded him, making him hard, and he squirmed with shame as he realized that they would all watch when he had to release the enema. The tip of the enema hose ended in a pierced butt plug, so he could not release the water until his captors chose to pull the plug. He squirmed helplessly as the pressure grew, his cries muffled by the slimy gag that dripped semen down his throat. He was miserable, but the pressure was keeping his cock nice and hard. Finally, they released the water, which gushed down into the floor drain. He endured two more enemas until the water ran clear.

    Josh thought the worst was over but he was very wrong. Hands and feet were released, and he was made to lie on his back spread-eagled in the drain basin. His wrists and ankles were clipped to rings at the edge. Josh was miserable, since some of his enema water had splashed on the basin he was lying in, but it soon got worse. Eight or so of the monks crowded around him and grabbed their cocks as they started to piss all over his body. The streams hit him everywhere. He rolled and struggled but could not escape the yellow torrent. As each man emptied his bladder, another took his place at the edge, joining his freshly gushing urine to the general rain. Just when Josh thought it was over, the novices were allowed their turn, some of whom could barely pee they were so hard. It went on for several minutes before they were all through. Josh lay, twitching and gagging, as the overflow seeped away. He was utterly soaked, and some of the piss had hit the cloth gag. The smell was overwhelming.

    Some water was thrown over him to rinse most of the urine away. Then he was untied and lifted up, the soaked gag was removed, and his soiled body placed in the sweetly-scented font bath. Here Josh was lovingly bathed and cleansed, his hair washed and scented. He was dried off, and then his hands were tied behind him. He was too overwhelmed by the degradation of the enema and piss shower to struggle much.

    A procession was formed and he was marched into the chapel itself. Down the length of the dim nave, Josh saw ancient frescos showing demons and angels engaged in fierce sexual intercourse, the angels binding the demons and subjecting them to whippings, genital bondage, and dildo punishment, while the demons kidnapped angels and took them to hell, raping their asses and mouths, crushing their hairy assholes against the angels’ beautiful manly faces, and subjecting them to even filthier indignities.

    The procession entered the long choir. The monks took up positions in the grandly done back row, each in a sort of throne-niche, while the novices squatted on misericords in the front row. As the boys sat down, Josh realized that each seat had a dildo carved into the top of it. The boys squirmed into place, their smooth buttocks on either side of the dildos as they impaled themselves on the well-worn wooden posts.

    At the end of an ornately carved divided choir was a curiously short stone altar, and above and behind this was a gigantic canopied throne. Here, in full regalia, sat the abbot. Wearing a divided robe like the monks, but of red satin, with a red mitre on his head, he held in his hand a staff ending in an upside down crucifix. As Josh was forced to stand before him, he saw that the arms of the cross were made of carved wooden dildos. The end where the legs of the upside-down corpus would have been was instead a massive cock, which formed the elongated tip of the cross. Josh could see that the tip of the cross-staff looked greasy and well-used. The abbot addressed the assembly.

    “Has the initiate been purged and baptized in the water of the brothers?” “Yes, my Lord,” they answered.

    “Then he shall be anointed and sealed in the baptism of the Order of Saint Priapus of the Holy Crotch.” Josh was turned around and his legs forced apart. The abbot took oils from a ring-cup and lubed his ass well. After the enemas, Josh’s ass was warm and relaxed, and he squirmed as the abbot greased him up. Then his cock was anointed, and Josh blushed as the large man worked his shaft lovingly, stroking it expertly until Josh was squirming again, thrusting in his palm. The abbot indulged in stroking and fondling Josh’s freshly shaved and bathed body for several minutes as the boy’s attendant monks held him spread.

    Then Josh was forced to his knees and told to repeat the oath of the sexual servitude after the abbot. At first Josh refused, but his balls were twisted cruelly until he gave in, repeating the oath: “To serve or be served, to penetrate or be penetrated, to lick or be licked, as my Lord Abbot wills; to obey my superiors in all things great and small, especially to perform with my sex any novelties or entertainments as may amuse them to command of me; to follow the Priapic Rule in all things; and most especially to be at all times a vessel of wanton lust, lewdness, perversion and depravity.”

    He was then told to seal the sacred oath with the kiss of love — fellatio. The monks held his head and he was force to fellate the abbot’s massive cock while they all watched. The abbot got very hard, but had not come before Josh was pulled away.

    Then he was forced to repeat the oath again, after which came the kiss of submission — analingus. Josh was pushed under the throne, and saw that the throne was open like a toilet seat. From underneath, he was forced to kiss, lick and eat the abbot’s muscular ass.

    When the abbot was satisfied, Josh was forced into the midst of the choir. Two stout poles were put into floor sockets about 4’ apart, and Josh’s wrists and ankles were tied to them. The abbot spoke. “Brothers, the candidate has been baptized and sealed, and has sworn the oaths with the kisses of love and submission. Before his first cum-union, examine him yourselves to verify that he is worthy!”

    The monks hustled around, feeling and groping him everywhere, lewdly fingering his ass and hefting his balls. Josh, humiliated, squirmed as the men teased him. The men were obviously impressed and aroused by his smoothly muscled body, as well as the fact that the stud was completely unable to prevent the most intimate fondling of his private areas. Three times they stimulated his cock to near-ejaculation, only to leave him gasping on the edge each time.

    After the last monk had reluctantly left off feeling his inner thighs and pinching his nipples, Josh was untied and led up and on to the low altar. On all fours, his ankles and wrists were attached to rings at the four corners. A large gold chalice was placed beneath his spread ass. While these preparations were made, four large braziers were placed at the corners of the altar, and great quantities of the strange incense were cast on the hot coals. Plumes of pungent perfume slowly filled the choir. When all was ready, the room fell silent. The abbot mounted up, kneeling behind him on the altar slab. Josh tensed, expecting an ass fuck, but what happened was different. The abbot placed the tip of his dick firmly against the boy’s sweet, pink assbud but did not push in. Instead, he jerked himself off. In a minute he came, the force of his orgasm such that much of the jism blasted some little ways into Josh’s rectum. After he finished, Josh could feel the come leaking out of his ass and dripping into the chalice.

    Then, one by one, the other monks came forward. First, each stood on a block and inserted his cock in Josh’s mouth for a quick ritual suck. Then he mounted the altar and came against Josh’s asshole as had the Abbot; meanwhile the next monk in line used Josh’s mouth to get hard. As the orgasms continued, the semen dripped into the cup. Josh’s ass was tingling.

    After the last monk, the chalice was removed, and Josh watched as the novices began to hump their wooden dildos. The monks stroked the boys’ hard young dicks to the edge of orgasm. The chalice was carried round as each boy was brought off. When it was carried back to the altar, it was almost full to the brim.

    Witnessing all this ejaculation had made Josh very horny indeed. His young prick dripped pre-cum on the marble altar slab.

    Then the abbot brought his staff before Josh. The boy watched with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension as one of the monks oiled it up slowly. Panic filled him as the 12” tip, 3” thick at the base, was placed against his rectum. Josh tried to clamp down but his anal muscles were so relaxed from the earlier enemas, etc. that he couldn’t really resist. He groaned as he felt its fullness dominate his gut, then grunted loudly as his sphincter snapped open for the invading pole. Josh sighed as he felt a wave of warmth flow from his gut to engulf his hard penis.

    The abbot worked the staff gently to make sure the youth was fully opened up, and then set up a fucking rhythm, pushing and pulling the wooden cock in and out. Oil was constantly added to keep the fucking smooth and deep. Whimpering and moaning with pleasure, unable to help it, Josh responded to the deep stimulation, pushing his hips to take the penetration deeper. Mindless of the public display, he moved his body shamelessly while the monks ogled the lewd scene.

    The tempo built slowly, thrust after thrust hammering on the boy’s horny prostate, driving Josh to the edge in a steady crescendo. Then, lodging the staff deep, the abbot took Josh’s cock in hand and in three stokes brought him to a huge orgasm, aiming the jism into the chalice as it erupted. As he came, jerking and writhing, his ass was held in place with the dildo-staff to allow his semen to be collected in the cup.

    Josh’s head was spinning from the huge orgasm. Before he had recovered, the abbot emptied a small vial of potion into the chalice, stirring it in, and held it to Josh’s lips. Suddenly the huge dildo was pulled from his ass, leaving his anus stretched and gaping. Josh opened his mouth to groan as simultaneously the chalice was tipped, giving him a big slurp of the mixed white cream, the orgasms of over 60 men and boys combined with the mysterious potion. The musky taste was salty/sweet, with another, exotic taste, impossible to define, like the incense, but stronger. Josh licked his lips to get every drop.

    The monks shuffled forward, each taking a tiny drop of the cum-union by dipping his pinkie in the huge chalice and placing it on his tongue.

    Josh felt increasingly strange as the potion in the chalice started to take effect.

    Woozy, spinning, he sprawled atop the altar as his ankles and wrists were released. Amazingly, he found that his cock was incredibly hard, already fully recovered after the huge ejaculation.

    The large curtain behind the altar parted, and a satyr with a huge tongue and rigid phallus entered, bounding toward him. Moving as though underwater, Josh looked around through the clouds of incense, seeing all the faces eagerly awaiting something. A hazy feeling of great sexuality washed over him. The boy guessed that the potion was some kind of drug, but it felt so good he didn’t care. With the loss of volition, he sensed a coming fulfillment.

    The satyr leapt onto the altar, legs a-straddle over the sprawled blond youth. Without thought, Josh lifted his face into the manly asscrack, breathed in its erotic musk, and welcomed his demon lover with a deep, passionate, wet kiss, worshipping that nether mouth as if it alone were source of all beauty, all lust, all ecstasy.

    Time became meaningless. The satyr was his priest, his god, his lover. With abandon, Josh abased himself, writhing with primitive rhythmic lust as he worshipped the lascivious being’s cock and ass, rolling up to kneel in adoration, parting the luscious buttocks with his hands, burying his face in the dark cleft. Josh hardly noticed as another horny satyr appeared and joined in, the boy merely lifted his head from the ass crack for a brief ecstatic smile as the other satyr thrust deep into his ass.

    Once the satyr-priests had begun the sacrificial rape of Josh on the altar, the subprior took the chalice and staff around the stalls to the novices, dipping the cock-tip in the cum-union potion and having each novice lick it off. As the sex potion took effect the novices tore off their lace surplices and knelt to worship the monks.

    “Bacchanalia! Priapus!” the monks cried. Each grabbing a novice, the monks formed a loose circle around the altar. Each man used his boy’s mouth and asshole as he saw fit; if some of them accidentally raped each other—they hardly noticed. All eyes were fixed on the spectacle of Josh and the satyrs entangled on the altar.

    Josh didn’t notice. Cocks, mouths and assholes combined in an ineffable perfection that was at once dance and hymn. Josh was the altar in an eternal heaven; he both priest and victim; he the conduit of worship, his asshole and mouth connecting within to form one continuous tube of desire, filled with sacred fire.

    Fucked/fucking,

    Rimmed/rimming,

    Sucked/sucking,

    Josh dissolved in a hallucinogenic cloud of sexual ecstasy…

    Erat in Principio, et Nunc, et Semper, et in Sexula Sexulorum. AMEN.

  • Recognised and fucked

    Ever since I started to post nude pictures and videos on porn websites I have often been asked why I let my face be seen. “Aren’t you afraid you will be recognised?” People say. My reply is that none of my friends and family are likely to visit such sites and, if they did, it might make some friendships a little more interesting! So, after a little hesitation in the first few months, when I posted only cock shots, I usually like to show my whole body and, more lately, give a little chat when I shoot a video. The remote chance of being recognised adds to the sexual thrill and increases the orgasm enjoyment.

    A few months ago I was in town to meet my wife. She was shopping for clothes. The traffic wasn’t as bad as I’d feared so I got there early. I decided to get a coffee at Starbucks. While I drank it I looked around casually at the others in the shop. The three assistants were a girl and two boys. They were all young and quite good looking but all out of my league. There were a few couples and a single man and woman – both in their 30s I would have said. I checked my phone to see if there was message from the wife and as I glanced up I thought the man looked away quickly. A couple of minutes later I was sure he was looking at me. A few minutes later he got up and moved towards the door. As he passed me he stopped for a moment and then sat down opposite me.” Excuse me” he said ” I’m sure I know you”. ” Ah” I said ” I used to teach. Were you a student of mine? I’m sorry I don’t recognise you but I did teach few hundred in my time.” “No” he replied “That’s not it” “Ok ” I said “perhaps you’ve seen me on stage. I have done a fair bit of amateur singing in my time.”. He hesitated again and, to my surprise, he seemed to be blushing.” I’ll not beat around the bush. I think I’ve seen you on line. I think you are George Roberts”.

    I was stunned. “hit” I thought, “what now – should I deny it and bluff it out?” He must have seen I was a little shocked because he quickly said ” Don’t worry I’m not after anything. In fact, I think I’d better be going. Sorry to disturb you”. He made to get up. ” Don’t go” I said. “You’ve taken me by surprise”. He said “I only came across because I’m a big fan. Believe me I don’t usually talk to strange men. I did once pm you when you were giving a live show and we had a bit of a chat. I’m just a fan”. He gave me his web name but I must be honest I didn’t particularly remember him. He told me he had seen all my posts and masturbated to most of them! Funnily enough he was a lecturer in a local college and was on his afternoon break when he heard me order coffee. “I thought it was you when you walked in” he said ” but I’d recognise your voice anywhere. Especially as I was watching your latest outdoor video last night. I love it when you talk to the camera it makes it seem even more intimate.”” I’m flattered” I said. “I’m not too sure what to say. I’ve never had this conversation face to face before!” We continued to chat. I was flattered and quite excited to chat with a real live fan. He told me quite a bit about himself. Rather too much I thought. I would never be so frank with a complete stranger, even one I’d masturbated over! He was a social science lecturer in a local further education college. He was married and had two children. One was travelling abroad and the other had just started university. He said he had become interested in men through visiting porn sites and, like me had been surprised at being aroused by naked men especially the ordinary sort not just the young model types. He also said that, just like me, he had been educated in an all-boys school but, unlike me, he had been taught to masturbate fairly early on by his mates and had a few jerk circle sessions before he went to University and started to date girls. He also admitted he still enjoyed wanking off to pictures and videos of pretty girls but got most pleasure from gay sex materials. He enjoyed watching me play with myself especially with some anal play for good measure. He had thought of buying a dildo to two for himself but was afraid his wife might open his mail.

    Finally, I realised I must leave to pick up my wife. I told him it had been good to chat and was flattered to know he enjoyed me. He said he was glad he’d introduced himself and. it had been nice to meet me in person. I almost felt like giving him my autograph! Then, after another slight hesitation, he reached into his pocket and, to my astonishment, gave me his card! It had his name and faculty number with his home telephone number on the back. “I’m sure I can trust you he said. You always say that you would need absolute discretion if you were to meet someone. Now you know just about all there is to know about me but you keep your anonymity because I’m pretty sure your real name won’t be George! Anyhow, if you want another chat you know where to find me”. He smiled and left. I was too surprised to reply but it had certainty been an unexpected and very interesting meeting.

    After I picked up my wife we had our usual meal in a cafe and went home. I couldn’t wait to get online and check if he was for real. I logged onto my favourite site (this one) and found him in my friend’s section. When I checked his profile I could see he hadn’t many friends because he hadn’t posted anything of his own but his favourites were full of my pictures and videos. I also saw he had posted favourable comments on most of my postings. That’s why I had accepted his friendship. So far so good but it was a little disappointing not to see his body. Then I checked the college website. Sure enough there was his picture. The guy was for real!! Finally, I looked him up in the phone book. There he was, complete, with home address. The icing on the cake was that I even looked at his house on Google street view. It was in an upmarket part of town. Probably a Victorian semi with the large garden that went with that type of property. The realization that Don (that’s what I’ll call him) was real and interested in me produced an instant erection and I had to jerk off there and then! I had always thought that a meeting with a stranger would probably get me robbed, raped or blackmailed but this might be the real, genuine guy. I still wasn’t sure what the next step would be but I paid him on the

    porn site to tell him I’d enjoyed our meeting and would be happy to chat further. He got back to me the next day and we chatted, periodically, over the next few days. He would complement me about specific photos and video postings of mine or point out a new posting that he found arousing and might appeal to me. Once he, almost apologetically, asked if I would mind giving him private show as I masturbated. As many of you will know, I was very happy to oblige and shot a very impressive load for him. It would have been even better if he had been in the room with me giving me a helping hand! However, I had still not seen anything of his body in response. He said he was not able to Skype as he was frightened his wife might catch him and, having had a few close shaves myself, I told him I understood but it was frustrating.

    A few weeks later, in early June, we were having our first real spell of warm weather. I was blogging about looking for a new spot for a naked wank video. I got a pm from Don. “My wife is visiting her sister in Devon and will be away for the next few days. Why not come here? I’d love to be your photographer. My garden is reasonably secluded and the other neighbour is always out playing bridge on Wednesday afternoons. I’d get a real thrill watching you in the flesh.” Not half as much a thrill as I’d get” I thought!! It was almost too perfect. Wednesday was my golf day so the wife would not be surprised that I was out and I knew, from Google earth that he did have a large tree lined garden. I even thought I’d seen a small orchard at its far end. I had another raging erection just at the prospect. At last – the chance to masturbate in front of living, breathing, interested male! I didn’t have to think long. “Count me in and thanks for the invitation” I pmd him. “I’ll be there about one.” Two days later I waved goodbye to the wife. I didn’t feel guilty. I wasn’t planning to leave her and run off with the guy.it was just going to be simple pleasurable sex. It would have been different with a woman emotions might have got in the way! I wanted to be sure that I put on a good show so I took a Viagra tablet before I drove off. I didn’t think I would need it, however, my groin felt on fire and my cock was trying to burst out of my underpants as I left! It was only a 20-minute drive to his home but as I got closer I got more nervous and my erection had collapsed a little when I finally arrived. I picked up my cameras. I had my trusty video camera that had recorded just about all my public wanks and a rather new still camera that I had used for the first time on a recent holiday.it took clear

    pictures which allowed a lot of zoom for those special close ups. The house looked just the same as when I’d seen it on Streetview. I went up the drive and rang the doorbell. The door opened immediately. He had obviously been waiting for me. “Good to see you again” he said. “I hope I don’t let you down”. “Don’t worry” I replied.” I’ve been looking forward to a chance like this for years!” He took me though into the lounge. It had French windows which were open and led out onto a patio with steps leading up to the raised lawn which sloped slightly upwards towards a small group of apple trees at the far end. There was a tree lined hedge between his garden and the next door neighbour. The other boundary was a lower Privet hedge. He saw me look at this and said ” Don’t worry the neighbours are away. You won’t be seen- except by me and a few thousand porn viewers of course” and we both laughed a little self-consciously. I showed him the stills camera and we discussed the settings. He’d used a similar one before and we weren’t planning anything too clever.

    ” How do you want to start” he asked. “The usual strip I suppose” I replied. “My pleasure” he said “Let’s go outside”. We went out onto the lawn.it had been cut recently and there was that lovely grass smell in the air. The weather was perfect, warm and sunny. I was wearing my usual golfing gear, short sleeved shirt and trousers. Don was dressed pretty much the same. “Let’s start as you are now. He said. We moved into the middle of the lawn with the trees as a background.

    He faced me with the camera, adjusted the focus.” Three, two, one” and the shutter clicked. “Ok Shirt off”. I obeyed and took off the shirt. I’ve been told people like my white body but I had just a bit of tan from my holiday which, I think, looks good. Click went the shutter. “Now the trousers”. I struggled. a little to get out of one leg and cockled about a bit. Don laughed and took three quick shots. This lightened the tension a little for me because we were getting closer to the final strip. “Let’s lose the shoes and socks” He said “You know your rules. You must be completely naked! “Off they came. Click went the shutter. There I stood on the middle of a relative stranger’s garden wearing only my y-fronts and a big smile because I felt wonderful.” Right – now for the grand finale” John said “Off with the pants” He was quite getting into the swing of things and clearly enjoying the experience. I was sure I could see a bulge in his trousers. As the old joke goes “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?!” I may not have been sure about his groin but mine was back on fire. My cock was straining at the seams and there was a little damp patch on the y fronts.

    “Ok” I said “ready or not – here I come!” “Wait” said Don “not too quick. Turn your back to me. Now bend over a little and slowly pull them down” Click, click, click went the camera. I stood facing away from him with my pants round my ankles. Click, click went the camera. Now kick them away and turn to face me”. Don’s voice had got a little husky by now and I was feeling a different tension in the air. I slowly turned round. There was no click, click this time. Don’s gaze was firmly fixed on my erect cock. I hadn’t felt so hard in years. It jutted up at an angle I hadn’t managed since I was a young man. The veins stood out like steel wires and my fore-skin was nearly fully retracted showing a glistening almost purple tip.” Jesus” he said ” Fanbloodytastick!!” “You are fucking right” I said I haven’t felt like this in years, thanks!!”No, thank you! Now let’s get some xxx rated shots.

    He started to act like he was on a real photo shoot. He took front shots, side shots, rear shots of my backside and, of course, close up cock shots. He had me bend, kneel, lie on my front, lie on my back. He even lay down and got me to stand over him to get a shot from below to, as he said, get balls, cock and face all in the same shot. It was great – Naked in the warm summer air with a good looking guy photographing me. Then when he stood above me, to get a different perspective of my still rampant cock, I got a close-up view of his crotch. There was no doubt now, he had an enormous bulge. He was definitely enjoying the view. So was I. I wanted him naked. “Look” I said ” You’ve never posted on site. You obviously have a great body. Let me photograph you. I’ll crop your face out of the shots and you can get your own admirers.” I think he’d been hoping for me to suggest this because he put the camera down and began to strip off his shirt and pants.” Remember – no socks” I joked and with a laugh he took his trainers and socks off. He was now down to his jockey shorts. There was a huge bulge at his crotch as he stood facing me. “Wait while I get the camera” I said. I picked it up. My hands were trembling a little as I wasn’t too sure where this was leading – but I had a fair idea! “Ok” I said “here we go” Click. I took a nice shot of him from the neck down. I was pleased to see he had a good chest – not too hairy and his stomach was nice and trim – someone had been working out! “Get rid of the shorts” I said huskily because, for some strange reason my mouth had gone dry. Without hesitation he stepped out of them and stood, arms by his side. It was my turn to stare. Jutting up from his body was a wonderful cock. he was uncut like me but hadn’t shaved his pubes, which slightly disappointed me – but only for an instant. It was a fantastic sight. My cock got even stiffer and I hadn’t thought that was possible without bursting. His was little thicker than mine but stuck up at an even bigger angle. Its tip was just peeping out of his fore-skin and was even more purple than mine. I could see it throbbing in time with his pulse – which must have been over 140. I bet mine was even faster. “Wow” I said “that is a sight to behold!” “Glad you like it sir” I’ve been wanting to show it to you for the last year!” he joked. I laughed and, with still trembling hands, I began to get him to pose for me. Click, click, click. I shot off at least thirty shots front and back and with close-ups. Finally, I said “I think that’s enough. I’m going to burst if I don’t cum soon. Let’s try one shot together with the camera on timer.” I set the camera for a ten second delay and placed it on the top of the privet hedge. Don stood a few feet away. I pressed the shutter and, mentally counting down from ten, ran to join him. I put my arm around his waist and turned at an angle towards him. He put his arm round my shoulders. Our very erect cocks were almost touching each other as the shutter went Click. It was then I think we both fully realized that we were each holding another stark naked man. I put out my free hand and took his rigid penis in my hand. It was the first I had ever touched, apart from mine! It was rock hard, warm and throbbing. He let go of my shoulders, reached down and gently took mine. I nearly came there and then! We stood facing each other and without another word began stroking the others penis. The sensation was incredible. Outdoors in the warm sun masturbating each other. We were both breathing more quickly and I felt his hand begin to move up and down my shaft with increasing urgency. Although I was concentrating on pleasuring him I could see my purple tip appearing at shorter and shorter intervals It was streaming with pre-cum but so was his. I was about to say ” I can last much longer”. When Don grunted and a jet of cum shot out onto my thigh. That was the final straw. I groaned and the biggest load of cum I have ever produced shot onto Don’s leg. I could almost feel my balls shrinking. In the next few seconds we both shot two or three streams of cum onto each other. I could feel his slowly trickling down my thigh. I was pleased to see had managed a good load onto him. I wouldn’t want to let the side down! “That was an unexpected but thanks” I said as we stood smiling at one another.” You must be joking. That was one of the most enjoyable moments of my life” He replied. “Thanks for sharing”. We both laughed as we got our breath back.

    We picked up the camera and sat at a little table on the patio. Don went into the house and brought out a box of tissues so we could clean ourselves up. It took several each! He then brought out some drinks, a coke for me and a small can of lager for him. After he disposed of the tissues we sat in the warm sunshine just chatting. Neither of us suggested getting dressed. Our clothes lay s**ttered about on his lawn. After about 20 minutes I suggested we look at the pictures. It didn’t look like we would be doing any videos today! The first few he had taken were all little blurred (camera shake – I wonder why?!) but the rest of me were crystal clear. He’d managed several interesting angles I couldn’t have managed with just the timer on the camera and we even discussed which shots were best for posting later. The shots of Don were pretty good too. I said it was a pity he wouldn’t show his whole body but, as he said, he was still working and there was too much of a risk of student recognizing him. I could see his point and said we’d transfer all the photos onto his computer and he could cut and crop them as he wished but I still strongly suggested he put some edited shots on the web site. He said he’d think about that but I could tell the thought excited him. He asked if I would mind if he kept copies of the shots he’d taken of me. I said I was grateful for the day and it would be a pleasure. One of the rather strange things I’ve noticed over the last years is that looking at pictures of my own naked body is a turn-on. Sure enough I could feel that pleasurable sensation building up in my groin. I was slightly embarrassed to see that my erection was well on the way to return and when I looked down at Don’s penis it was looking back up at me! Instantly, I was hard as a rock again. We were both looking at each other’s groin and there was a silence between us. I looked into Don’s face and he looked back at me. Then he said, in a quiet voice. “Do you want to have sex with me?” That’s one of the things I like about him. Neither of us is into dirty talk. All this “motherfucker” and ” mancunt” talk does absolutely nothing for me. We all use the odd cock and fuck but only occasionally. He could have said “Do you want to fuck me?” but it wouldn’t have been his style. Again, my cock (for you readers!) got even harder. Of course I wanted to have sex with him. I’d spent the last few years wanting to have sex with a reliable guy and I’d found one.” I would be delighted to have sex with you!!” I mean the whole way” he said.” I enjoy watching a guy being sucked off but it doesn’t appeal so if I can’t do it for you we’re talking anal sex”. Once again I realised how similar we were because I’ve always felt a bit uncomfortable about the thought of another guy’s cock in my mouth but I wouldn’t object if someone offered to do me! Anal is what I’ve always really wanted – with a condom of course.

    “Shit!” I thought (I do swear at times!) – “no condoms”. “Have you a condom?” I asked. His face fell. “I rather hoped you would have brought some. My wife’s on the pill and on the rare occasions we have sex we don’t use one”. I’ve always said I would never have unprotected sex but “What the hell” I said.” I know I haven’t got AIDS and I’m pretty damn sure you haven’t. If you are willing to bareback I am”. He didn’t hesitate. “Follow me”. He stood up quickly but grunted as the tip of his fully erect cock caught the edge of the table. We laughed but I stood up more carefully! We walked into the house and he headed for the stairs. He went up them and, as they were quite steep I got a wonderful view of his backside.

    He had nice round cheeks and his cleft had a light covering of down around his anus. I had shaved around mine for the photo shot so I thought he would enjoy that view as well. He took us into the guest bedroom at the back of the house. It was not overlooked so there was no need to draw the curtains and we could let the sun continue to shine in on us. He left me there and came back from the bathroom with a couple of bath towels and some of his wife’s skin lotion. “Hope this will do” he grinned. He spread the towels over the bed and stood back. “How do you want me?” He asked ” On my back or on my front?” “As a matter of fact.” I said “I think you should have me first. I’ve had a few objects up me – as you know” He laughed. “I think it would be easier for you. Anyway, I’ve waited a long time for this and want to savour the moment” I climbed on the bed and knelt forward.my arms rested on the pillow and I tried to lift my bottom up towards him. I spread my knees a little to expose my anus as much as possible my cock and balls were hanging down below me. I could almost feel his eyes burning into that small, brown puckered ring. “Jesus” he gasped. “What an inviting sight!”

    “Come on then. Use plenty of lotion on your cock and my anus. It will make it easier for you.” I wasn’t worried about being able to take him. He had a good sized cock but I’d pushed thicker objects up me before now I heard him squeeze some lotion from the bottle and felt him spreading over my anus. He even worked a little inside with his finger. It was like an electric shock. He reached around under me and tried to grab my cock. “Don’t” I gasped ” or I’ll cum all over your wife’s towel” “Sorry” He mumbled. “Are you ready?” “I’ve been ready for years” I said “Fuck me!” (Yes I broke a rule and did swear!) He climbed up onto the bed behind me and straddled me with his legs. I felt the tip of his cock slide down my bum cheeks till it arrived over my anus. He hesitated for a second and then began to penetrate me. He was so hard and I was so ready that he pushed in with his first attempt. It was a bit of a surprise to both of us! I heard him gasp with pleasure as the whole of his shaft slid into me. I felt a wonderful sensation of fullness. I could feel the tickle of his pubic hair against me. My cock strained even more. I was afraid I would cum immediately. If I was wanting to wait Don wasn’t. He began ramming me like he was trying to break down a door. Bang, bang, bang. He pushed deep up me, nearly withdrew completely and then rammed his shaft back into me. The bed was bouncing up and down (good job there was no-one else downstairs). He was grunting. My cock was swinging down below us in perfect rhythm. I could feel his balls slapping into me. I was panting with passion. He was panting. We must have sounded like two asthmatics gasping for breath It was only after about 10 or so hard thrusts that Don nearly pulled out, waited and then rammed me so hard my head nearly hit the headboard. I thought his cock would come out of my mouth after all! is whole body went rigid and then I felt his cock jerking conclusively inside me “Fuck, fuck, fuck” He panted (yes he broke the no swearing rule but, under the circumstances – who cares!) I thought could feel his warm cum inside me but that was probably in my imagination. “Jesus Christ” he gasped as he collapsed on top of me. “I had no idea how wonderful that would be. The best orgasm ever!” He then slowly withdrew from me and rolled off me and got off the bed. I turned onto my stomach and smiled up at him. “Glad you enjoyed me! Now it’s my turn!” He passed me a tissue. I wiped myself down as he cleaned the last remnants of cum from his cock. It was still red and swollen but not as much as mine was. “I’m not sure I can take that up me ” Don said as he looked down on me.” I’m not sure if he was joking or not. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle with you” I joked. “Now get on the bed”.” How do you want me?” He said.” Face down, bottom up will do” He obeyed and adopted the position.” Up a bit more. Spread your legs a little more” I straddled him, kneeling with him between my thighs which still had some of his cum dripping down them. I reached for the lotion and gently spread it over my now crimson and rigid cock. I had to be careful as I thought the slightest extra stimulation would make it explode! Then I poured a good portion onto his bum cleft. He started as he felt it trickle down towards his anus.” I’m just going to lube you up a little more” I said and gently rubbed the lotion over his cheeks and, first with one finger and then with two, smoothed it into his brown ring. I could feel his sphincter muscles resisting my fingers but I continued to stroke the inside of his anus gently and I felt it relax. “I think you are ready for me ok?” He grunted something in response but I couldn’t quite make it out as his face was buried in the pillow but he seemed relaxed. I leaned back a bit so my cock was just touching his brown ring. He shivered a little as he felt it. I had thought I would need to hold the tip, which was now fully exposed and dripping with pre-cum, to get into him before we started but I was so rigid I didn’t think this was necessary. I gripped Don’s shoulders, waited a moment and thrust as hard as I could into him. He nearly leapt off the bed as I buried myself inside him.

    “Steady” I said ” the pain will pass in a moment. I promise I won’t move. “Ok” he said quietly. I remained stationary with my cock deep inside him and my, nicely shaved, balls resting on his backside although they had tucked themselves tightly into my groin. I could feel his sphincter clamped like a vice around the base of my cock. It was like wearing a human cock ring! “I’m going to pull back a little “I warned him. He tensed a little as I tried to pull my cock back. I felt the sphincter resist but I maintained the pressure and I felt its resistance diminish so I could withdraw an inch or two. Don grunted as I did so. “Don’t worry it will get easier”. I reached over for the lotion and poured some more over the exposed shaft. I gently pushed against him and felt it slide in much easier.” Better?” “Much” he replied. His voice was muffled because he still had his face pushed into the pillow. “Good” I said “because now I’m going to work you.” I began slow deep thrusts into him. He began to grunt again but, this time, with pleasure. I wanted to spin out the moments as long as I could. The pleasure was indescribable but I felt compelled to push quicker and deeper into him. The rhythm got faster and faster. Bang, bang, bang. The bed was rocking again and, once again, we were both gasping for breath.” Not yet. Not yet” I thought but I couldn’t control my desire. Faster and faster I worked him. A tremendous pressure built up in my groin and the bl**d pounded in my head. Finally, I reached bursting point. I banged him right up against the head board. My body went rigid. Even my toes curled up as a huge convulsion went through me. Over and over again my cock spasmed and, what felt like gallons of hot cum spurted into Don’s accepting backside. I thought I was going to pass out for a moment then the convulsions stopped and I collapsed onto Don’s back. We were dripping with sweat. I savoured the moments and remained with my cock in his warm body for another minute or two. He could tell my feelings and said nothing to me. Then, reluctantly, I slowly pulled out of him. A flood of cum spilled out but was soaked up by the towels. I rolled over and lay beside him. If either of us smoked this would have been the time for a cigarette!!

    “That was fantastic” I managed to say through dry lips. “Yes. I thought you were enjoying yourself” he grinned as he rolled onto his side and looked over at me.” Hope it didn’t hurt too much”. I said. “No pleasure without pain – as the saying goes”. He replied “but, actually, after the first few moments when you entered me, it felt fantastic! Next time will be much easier”. My heart leapt.” I really would enjoy another session with you. Today has been one of the best of my life”. “My feelings exactly” he said. “but, seriously, I hope it will be more than one session. Just one more thing. Who are you?” I understood what he meant. I knew all about him but I was “George Roberts – porn star” to him. I told him my real name, my address and mobile number without hesitation. I told him I was a retired lecturer, married with two grown up kids. I had found a kindred spirit and wasn’t going to let him go easily.” Thank you ” he said quietly. Then he leaned across and gently kissed me. Another first, being kissed on the mouth by a guy! I kissed him back but with a little more passion. My cock began to stir. “This is getting ridiculous” I said “We can’t fuck all day! “.” Well, not today perhaps – but who knows in the future!” He replied and I knew he was right. We showered and got dressed then had a nice cup of tea. “Do you play golf?” I asked. He gave me a startled look. “Strange question” he said. “If you did we could play golf together. I often go away with the boys at the club for a match. Sometimes it’s just a long day out but sometimes overnight” and I winked at him. It took a few moments but then he laughed and said “I’ll buy a second hand set next week “When I got home my wife said ” You look pleased. Had a good game? “Never better I said. Had a hole in one!” Well done!” she said.

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  • Redheaded Stepchild

    RED HEADED STEPCHILD

    Written by Bill Hudley

    Born to a mother who married for love and well below her family’s station in Maryland society, I was never included in any of her family’s gatherings.  I know who my maternal grandparents are, but I also know that neither my father nor myself were welcome in their home.  My mother would get a neighbor lady to keep me when she went to visit her parents.  My father was an Over-the-Road truck driver and was away from home for four or more days each week during most of my childhood.  My dad’s parents both died before he married my Mother, when I was ten years old, my Dad was killed in a highway accident.  My Mother went into a deep depression, which took years for her to overcome.  My grandparents hired a woman to care for me while my Mother struggled to get back to being herself again.

    Her parents took my Mother back into their home but at ten years old, I was a major embarrassment to my grandparents, their solution was to ship their low-bred grandson off to Military School in Virginia. Out of sight and out of mind to them.  They could then explain my absence easily and be revered and respected by their acquaintances for providing me with a good education.

    I always thought it odd that my maternal Grandparents thought so little of me.   After all I am almost a carbon copy of my Mother’s father.  Red-orange hair, freckles and once grown, the same height and nearly the same weight, I looked enough like him that the few people who had seen us together thought I was his son.  However, I can only remember meeting my maternal Grandparents once or twice, the last was just before I was first sent away to VMS at the tender age of ten years.

    My Mother and Father eloped against her parents wishes.  Her parents eventually forgave my Mother but my Dad and I were always ‘persona non grata’ with her parents. My Mom and Dad further irritated my grandparents by naming me Stephen McCaulay Sarratt. McCaulay being my mother’s maiden surname.  To my grandparents credit, I did get a excellent education.  I sent letters to them twice per year, furnishing them with copies of my grade reports and a note expressing my gratitude for their continued support.  I was sure that my Mother was the only one who read the grade reports and I know she gave my grandparents the thank you notes.  She had made sure that I learned to send the proper handwritten notes expressing my gratitude for any gift or favor they chose to give me.

    I received a letter from my Mother once every two weeks and twice per year she visited me at school.  I never was allowed to come to my grandparents home for Holidays or vacations, The Virginia Military School was my home.  At Holiday time there were six of us in the school that always stayed on campus.  I always received a Christmas Card signed in my grandmother’s handwriting from them, along with a check for $50.  My mother always sent new underwear and clothing which I wasn’t allowed to wear on campus, it was virtually useless since I had no way to leave the campus.

    On my sixteenth birthday, I was introduced to gay sex by an upper class cadet.  I wasn’t shocked nor disturbed by it at all.  I had heard about it for the entire time I had been at VMS.  Honestly, I truly liked it, it was my only intimate contact with another person since my Dad died.  Even now, there are often times that I crave the touch of another person.   I was fit and healthy physically but emotionally starving.  I gladly participated in gay sex at every opportunity that arose.  Feeling another’s touch was like a gift from heaven.  The word got around that I was a good a good sex partner.  I eagerly participated in anything my partner wished to do.  My favorite activity is still lying together naked, bodies pressed together and kissing. That is such a tremendously intimate act, I crave that closeness with another person.  While I remained noncommittal when we were together sexually, in truth, I was madly in love with each guy that I’ve been sexually intimate with.

    I was worried as I started my senior year, knowing that it would be my last at VMS. I imagined that at 18, I would be set out on my own and would have to find work and make my own way.  I’ve never known how it was accomplished or what my Mother did to make it happen, but I was accepted and enrolled at Radford University, nestled in the Blue Ridge Mountains.  When I received the acceptance letter, it was the first I had heard of my going to college.  I assumed it was a combination of my very good grades at VMS and my Grandfather’s good name plus his checkbook that secured my enrollment.

    The Parker McCaulay family of Gibson Island, Maryland (my grandparents) are what is called an ‘Old Line Maryland Family,’ very well established and respected statewide.  By arrangements that I never knew of, I went straight from graduating at VMS to the Campus at Radford, there was a period of approximately three weeks that I had free.  No Classes and nothing much to do.  The town is small, with the population nearing 16,500, not counting the University students.  I’ve heard some compare Radford University to Stanford University in California, mostly because of the young and readily accessible professors, and there is a palpable air of nonconformity about the entire campus.

    My own surname of Surratt is notable only for a distant ancestor who was the first woman executed in the United States.  She helped to harbor John Wilkes Booth after he shot Abraham Lincoln.  Thankfully, only the most devout historians of our country’s early days know of my father’s family connection to that part of the past.  Now that I am older I’m certain that my grandfather knew and that was a big part of his not wanting anything to do with me or my Dad.  

    I am a good student and my Military School background made college life an easy adjustment.   Being a gay man, I was careful to associate myself with only what society would consider the best fraternal organizations.  I wanted to join the LGBT organization on campus but knew that it could come back to haunt me after graduation, when prospective employers did their background checks as I applied for jobs.  I didn’t forego my gay sexual activity, I just made sure to keep it confidential and stayed determinedly in the closet all through college.  My future depended upon it.  

    At Radford I was rushed by Phi Kappa Sigma and pledged in December of my first year.  Being a Phi Kap is a lifelong association, I was honored and humbled to be selected to join the Brotherhood at Radford.  

    Radford has excellent Professors and I was truly surprised that they were all so accessible to their students.  Many of the discussions groups during breaks at the Student Union building included one or more of the professors.  Most of them were only a few years our senior and I know I learned as much in these groups as I did from my structured classes, life at Radford was a refreshing change from the rigid military style of VMS.

    I thrived in the academic atmosphere at Radford, my grades were great and I made the Dean’s list every semester for four years.  I made another list too, but this one is ultra discreet, several of my fraternity brothers often sought me out for sexual escapades.  I wasn’t a slut about it, and I didn’t just pull them into my room and have sex.  However, once we were in bed, my enthusiasm for the act kept all of them coming back for more.  I must add here that at no time were my partners there for one way sex, they all reciprocated my favors and a couple of them introduced me to the joys of anal sex with me as the top.  Later that first year I learned to enjoy anal sex in the passive role. (I find that term amusing as my enthusiasm for the bottom role was and still is anything but passive.)

    Needless to say, I loved college life, My brain was constantly stimulated and my libido sated at least twice weekly, often more.  I ended my undergraduate career and immediately applied for Graduate School.  As an undergrad, I had majored in Business Management and Finance, I added German and French languages to the Spanish I had learned at VMS.  I knew that with my  this type of degree there would be a wide range of specialties to pick and choose from, plus there could be opportunities to travel abroad which I wanted to do very much.  .

    I graduated from Radford University Summa Cum Laude  with a 3.97 GPA.  My Mother came to my graduation and we had two days together that were very awkward.  With semi annual visits for the past twelve years we were virtual strangers.  If it were not for the red hair and fair complexion I’m certain my mother would have a hard time picking me out of a crowd of fellow students.  

    The old saying that ‘time goes by quickly when you’re having fun’ was so very true in my case.  All too soon I was graduated, I had $6,353.32 in my bank account, plus an amazing amount of money in my stock brokerage account. I invested the money fI had earned from tutoring to odd jobs of yard work, cleaning, etc. in my plentiful spare time at both VMS and Radford. During the last two years in my undergraduate studies, I started making small investments in stocks and bonds which accounts for the bulk of the money I have accumulated. At Radford, I spent more money in my first year there than I did the entire four years at VMI. I knew that I would now be on my own, responsible for earning my own living, I passed out resumes right and left to the headhunters that swarmed over the campus the last few months before graduation.  

    My mother departed soon after the Graduation Ceremony was completed, I had introduced her to a few of my professors and a couple of friends then she left for her hotel with a ‘splitting headache.’  The next day she phoned to say that she was returning home.

    I knew that it would be necessary, however, to get at least a Master of Finance Degree to be a viable candidate in any chosen field.  I knew I would have to apply for grants and scholarship money to afford a Masters Degree.  My grades were the ticket to me securing a funded scholarship. I stayed at Radford and managed to get my Doctorate in six years.

    I heard from classmates that a Headhunter was on campus and looking to meet with me.  I made myself visible,standing near the speaker’s podium most of the afternoon. More than an hour after I was told someone was looking for me a harried gentleman in his late twenties approached and asked if I knew the whereabouts of Steven Sarratt. I don’t know why I did it but I told the man yes, Steven Sarratt was over by the podium talking with a gentleman in a dark suit.

    The man thanked me and took about 3 steps away then turned and slowly walked back to me. With a look of exasperation he said.

    “Mr. Sarratt I presume.”

    I laughed and then apologized, telling him that I had been monumentally bored with the entire graduation process, and I asked his forgiveness for my bit of fun at his expense.

    “What Sir, may I do for you?” I asked.

    He gave me his name and told me he represents a Wall Street Brokerage Firm  and that his company would like me to come to New York (at their expense) to interview for a position with their firm.  He stated that his firm hires only the best available graduates available and my Summa Cum Laude honors put me near the top of his list.  He gave me a packet of information about the company and I told him that I would certainly consider his company.

    Over the following week I received eighteen invitations for an interview with companies in Europe as well as at home here in the States.  The European offers were tempting but I finally accepted a Job with the oldest brokerage firm in the States. I started as a Sales Assistant to a Financial planner,  in only three months time I was promoted to be a Financial  Planner/Broker(I had expert coaching and my decisions were all reviewed at first.)  My career path seems to be set.

    Word spreads from client to client when their Financial Planner/Broker hits a mother lode for his client, in just under a year’s time my client list grew to sixty active accounts, a total unheard of for a first year Planner/Broker at my firm.  Seeing my quick success and growing client list, the firm assigned a Sales Assistant to facilitate quicker responses to client inquiries.  I had been on my job about fifteen months when an invitation only, Planning Meeting of the Board of Directors took place. Of course the hottest stocks and commodities were showcased, mainly for the high volume fees that they would produce for the firm.  

    I was chosen to give the first speech of the meeting, detailing the company’s progress over the past fiscal year.  The CEO introduced me and listed my credentials as well as my rise from Assistant to Planner/Broker in a mere ninety days.  When the CEO called my name I walked from the back of the room to the head of the table where our guests were gathered.

    When I stood at the head of the table, an elderly gentleman came halfway out of his seat.  I saw a look of shock on his face.  The elderly gentleman with fading red hair and a stoop to his once tall frame was none other than Parker A. McCaulay, my maternal grandfather.  Someone next to him got him settled down, but he stared directly at me for the entire time I was giving the presentation.

    I later learned that after my departure from the meeting, my grandfather, whom I had only seen three times including today, made an announcement that their employee Stephen McCaulay Sarratt, is his grandson.  Oohs and ahs went around the table.  Several attendees noted the striking similarities in their appearance.  

    About an hour after I had made my speech,there was a knock on my door .  Without looking up from my work, I said ‘”come in.”

    In a moment I stood and turned to my guest,  I stood face to face with the man who had never wanted to see me, who in fact, has paid handsomely to keep me away at boarding schools since I was young.

    We just stood there for an embarrassingly long silence.  He spoke first.

    “May I sit down?”

    “Certainly, please excuse me, I was at a loss for words when I turned and saw you standing here in my office.  Please have a seat; might I get you something to drink, Sir”

    “Your Mother told me that you looked a good bit like me, and favor me in your mannerisms and temperament, but I never expected you to be so much like me in physical appearance.  It was quite a shock when you walked to the head of that table,  at first your name didn’t register.  I certainly wasn’t expecting to see you at that meeting, but as soon as I looked at you, the hair, just like mine,  your physical build, just like mine, and finally your father’s unfortunate surname.  I knew it had to be you.

    Since your days at VMS, you’ve made a habit of exceeding any expectations I’ve ever held for you.  I never considered that you could have inherited so many characteristics from the McCaulay genes.  The red hair in our family goes back hundreds of years. You have an inner drive, something that makes you need to excel in whatever you do. Your Grandmother says you’re determined to prove that I was wrong about you and your father.

    I’ve kept up with how you performed at VMS and at Radford.  Your Mother has always shown me your grades and accolades, and now I feel badly about some of the choices I’ve made concerning you Stephen.  I’ve come to realize that my actions have been more of a punishment to myself, rather than denying you your birthright.  You’ve done very well on your own without using family connections to further your future.  What you’ve accomplished, has be done in the Sarratt name entirely without any influence by your McCaulay family connection. I think I might have that drink now if you don’t mind.”

    “Certainly Sir, what’s your pleasure?”

    “Scotch, neat.”

    “All I have Sir is Johnnie Walker Blue Label.”

    He chuckled, “That will do splendidly, I’ve heard about it but have never had the pleasure.  At $230.00 a bottle, it remains quite elusive.”

    “Well Sir, I must confess, that although it is always here, only a select few get the privilege of drinking it.”

    He lifted the glass to his nose and breathed deeply, looked at the glass then slowly, he raised the glass to his lips.  As he swallowed that first taste, I saw him smile for the first time, setting his glass on the side table he looked to me and said.

    “That is a special drink Lad, and appropriate for this special day. I’ve come here to apologize to you for my bad behavior concerning you and your father.”

    “My father was a good and honest man, Sir.  He taught me right from wrong and to always seek out the good in the people we meet.  I have always hoped that I could make you proud of my accomplishments, Sir.  Without knowing it, you’ve pushed me to excel in my school work as well as my modest sporting activities. It is my fondest wish that one day I will hear you call me your grandson.”

    He seemed to be shocked, then opened his mouth but no sound came from him.  He lowered his head and looked at his shoes.

    Remembering, I went back to my desk, opened the center drawer and pulled out a check.  I handed the check to him.

    “Here Sir, I want you to have this. I’ve done well in investing since I was at VMS, over the years I’ve learned a great deal about money and how to make fistfuls of it. This check, payable to you, is a full reimbursement of the money you’ve paid out to VMS and Radford University for my education, plus the interest it could have made if I were investing it for you.   There are no words to convey just how much I sincerely appreciate what you have done for me.  Please accept this check as reimbursement of the money you spent on my behalf.”

    I gave him my personal check in the amount of $323,000.

    I saw his eyes open wide as he read the amount on the check.  He turned to look at me.

    “How could you have possibly made this much money so soon out of college?”

    “Well Sir, I was making stock investments in my second year in college, at graduation my portfolio was nearing $200,000.  Starting at VMS I did odd jobs, earning money tutoring, yard work for townspeople.  I would do just about any and everything that I could to make money, legally that is.  I knew from the start that repaying you for my education would be the first goal I set after college.”

    “I am stunned Stephen.  Stunned and shamed, I judged you and your father without ever getting to know either of you.  You’ve shown me how terribly wrong I’ve been.  You Mother and Grandmother are here in the city with me, they’re out shopping this afternoon.  I would very much like it if you would have dinner with us this evening.  I know that it is a lot to ask of you considering the fool that I’ve been over the years.  It is high time that I work on rebuilding familial relations.”

    “Before you commit to rebuilding our relationship there is something I must tell you Sir, and I do fear that you will not like it. However if we are to become a whole family, I must tell you that I am Gay, a homosexual. I will assure you that I have always been discrete and in college, I restricted my liaisons to my fraternity brothers, knowing that I could rely on their silence where sexual activities were concerned. If you can accept that about me then I will be overjoyed to have dinner with my family, you, my Mother and my Grandmother.”

    “I’m neither shocked nor surprised Stephen.  I know well the pitfalls of male only Prep schools, I myself had a similar education as well as a similar agreement with some of my Fraternity brothers.”  My Grandfather said, staring directly into my eyes.  I was truly shocked.   My grandfather is telling me that he had homosexual encounters himself during his own time at Prep School!

    Grandfather drained his glass, let out a sigh and stood up. I rose from my chair beside him. He offered his hand and I took it, his handshake was remarkably firm for a man of 80 plus years.  As he turned to leave he said.

    “Dinner will be at 8:00 PM in our private dining room at the Four Seasons.  Your Grandmother will be impossible to live with if you do not come, as for my part, I only wish to spend some time with my Grandson.”

    “Then eight o’clock it is…Grandfather.”

    He turned to look at me, then smiled and said.

    “I’m quite proud of you in my own way, Stephen. I’ve never been one for sentiment and now, as an old man, I realize that I have missed out on so many things that were so much more important than making money. Take it from me Stephen, there’s more to this life than making money. Late in life, I’ve come to understand that there is nothing wrong with making money as long as you balance your life with the same effort at love and affection, as you do making money.”

    When the door was closed and Grandfather was gone, I fell into my chair, smiling as tears streaked down my cheeks.  I looked over to where he had been sitting and saw that the check I had given him was sitting atop his drink glass.  

    That day changed my life. I have a family!  Our dinner at the Four Seasons turned out to be wonderful reunion.  I wished that my father had lived to be here with us that night. We had lingered over dessert and coffee for two hours after our dinner was finished and it  was time to go.  I hugged my mother (for the first time in my memory) as well as my Grandmother.  Grandfather and I shook hands and he clasped his left hand on top of our two joined hands.  He was absolutely beaming.

    “Stephen, we’ll be returning to Maryland in a couple of days.  Please come for a long weekend as soon as you can.  We’ve a lot to catch up on and not a lot of time to do it.”

    “Yes Sir, I’ll let you know when I can come.”

    We stood in the lobby waiting for Grandfathers driver to bring the car around. Once again I kissed Grandmother and my Mother, and shook hands with Grandfather again. He was almost giddy, finding out that I’m not the low bred Sarratt offspring he had believed me to be was a revelation to him. He was intent on making the most of the time we have left with each other.

    After they drove away, I retrieved my car and headed home to my high rise apartment a couple of miles away. As I was slowing for a stoplight, the door of a parked car opened just as I pulled up, with a loud crash, my right front fender hit the opening door and the car door was flattened against the car’s front fender.  I pulled over to the curb in front of the damaged car. When I got out of my car, wallet in hand and for a brief moment I was certain that I knew the man getting out of the damaged vehicle.  Before I could think of where we may have met I heard him exclaim.

    “STEPHEN! My god! Is it possible? Stephen Sarratt! Who could ever think we would meet again like this. Our days at VMI seem so long ago.”

    Immediately after his reference to VMS I recognized him, J. Stanton Bridgeford, a year ahead of me and the person who introduced me to sex on my sixteenth birthday at VMI. Now grown from a cute, attractive and popular VMS Cadet into a very handsome man. With the restrictions placed on us, there was little time or opportunity to have sex at VMI, however, with careful planning, a rendezvous after lights out can be arranged.  Stanton and I managed to get together several times before his graduation.

    A passing police cruiser saw the damaged car, turned on his Blue Lights and and pulled over to help us. The flashing brilliant blue lights snapped me out of my reverie of remembering Stanton and I at VMI. The officer took statements from both of us and after writing his report and calling for a tow truck to  carry Stanton’s car away, the Officer offered to take Stanton home. I spoke up and told the officer that we knew each other from our days at VMI and I would see that Mr. Bridgeford was taken care off.

    I saw Stanton’s eyebrow raise and a silly smirk of a smile crossed his face when I told the police officer Mr. Bridgeford would be taken care of. After the officer was gone, I turned to Stanton.

    “Do you need a ride to your destination or would you accept my hospitality and share my bed for the remainder of the evening. We’ve never managed to get together in an actual bed before.”

    I saw desire in his eyes as we looked at each other. Stanton spoke quickly.

    “Yes! Your bed!  What a phenomenal coincidence that we should meet again this way. I think about you more often Stephen than I should say. I’ve never forgotten those last two semesters  mostly when I’m naked and in my bed.  I remember how we seemed to devour each other when we managed to get together at VMI.  Yes, I think you and me, together in your bed is exactly what I need tonight.”

    Stanton was raving about the view of the city from my apartment window that overlooks Boston Harbor  I asked his drink preference and like me, he preferred Gin on the rocks with a twist.  We sat and talked a while, catching up on our lives since VMS.  Stanton told me that he had just moved to the city, mainly because he and his partner had split up a few months ago, and it seemed that each time he was ready to meet someone new, his ex would reappear, sometimes trying to get him to try getting back together again, then the next time they met, his ex would be with a young man half his age.  In the end, he decided that he should move.  

    I told him about my life in college and that I had almost taken a job in London, but decided to stay in the States, mostly for the business contacts I’ve made in college and working.  I did ask Stan about his relationship, since I’ve been curious myself and these past few months I find myself wanting someone to share things with, outside of the bedroom; for the first time on my life I’ve felt loneliness, a need to be with someone.  

    On a business trip to the west coast, I met a passionate young man who introduced me to kissing during sex.   I know that this may sound a bit odd, but I found kissing another man to be among the most emotional and erotic feeling I have ever encountered, an act of passion on a level I never knew existed.

    When Stan went to the lavatory I picked up our glasses and moved them to the bedroom.  When he came out of the bathroom I pulled him into an embrace and we shared a long and satisfying hug, then a more passionate kiss than I had ever imagined possible, his kiss lit a desire down deep inside me. At VMS and at Radford, I had a very active sex life, considering there was precious little time to be alone, but never in all that time did any sex partner try to kiss me.

    “Stephen, I’m sure you’ve no idea but you are devastatingly handsome in your tuxedo. I’d wager that you left a group of women and a few men as well, wishing that you had stayed with them.”

    ‘It was a family dinner but that’s a story for another time Stanton, there is nothing on my mind but you at this moment. I’ve missed my friend.”

    I reached and pulled on the end of his bow tie and watched as it morphed from an elegant tie to an odd shaped scrap of black silk.

    Emotions and feelings during sex are quite new to me. At VMI, sex was rushed and frantic, with the quickest ejaculation possible the goal. At college it was the thrill of the act, we rushed to our orgasms as if the world was ending in three minutes. I’ve learned the joys of making love since leaving college and this past year I’ve begun to experience new emotional sensations, which are foreign and confusing. I’ve lived my life with very limited physical contact to date.

    The stiff formality of my Mother’s family, matriculating through a Military environment for eight of the most formative years of my young life all combined to make feelings and emotions a completely new experience that I wasn’t sure how to respond to.  Tonight I’ve already experienced new emotions in meeting up with you, Stanton.  I’m beginning to become anxious, there are many things I want to experience sexually and providence has provided me a perfect partner for the evening.  I am elated to have this opportunity to be with you again this way.

    I quickly moved us to my bedroom and began unbuttoning his shirt.  Stanton seems to be just as excited as me, fumbling with buttons and kissing at the same time.  I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and pulled his wife beater tee over his head.  Stan’s chest was perfect.  Well defined pectorals, with hard, erect nipples that I rolled between finger and thumb, sending jolts of lust to his crotch, lots and lots of hair on each pec and a thick treasure trail plunging down his abdomen, leading to the object of my desire.  I opened his belt and pushed his slacks and shorts to his ankles in one quick motion.   I went to my knees and stared at his cock. It was no longer the boy’s cock I remembered.  Grown to manhood and beautifully shaped with it’s thick blue vein snaking along the top of his velvet skinned cock, his uncut cock has a foreskin too short to completely cover his glans, plus it is long enough and thick enough to be remembered fondly long after the sex act is over.

    Stan’s beautiful cock is manicured, his testicles, perineum and shaft all shaved smooth and hairless, with only a small, well trimmed patch of pubic hair nestled just above his throbbing, pulsing cock.  

    I raised up on my knees, looked up into Stanton’s eyes and sucked both testicles into my mouth. A deep, loud moan came from deep down inside of him. When I let his smooth hairless testicles slip from my lips I immediately looked to his eyes and slowly sucked his considerable cock deep into my throat. I am blessed to not have any gag reflex and I took all of him into my throat and ground my nose in his pubic bush

    I took all eight plus inches of thick cock deep into my mouth and throat, making swallowing motions that milked his cock.  Stanton whimpered and gently place his hands on each side of my head, holding me gently as I made a feast of his glorious cock. When Stanton began to move his hips, I placed my arms around them and let him fuck my throat.  He called out that he was going to cum and I drew him closer, and held onto him more tightly, I want his semen, I want to taste him again.

    He groaned loudly and I began another suction motion milliseconds before his semen filled my mouth. Eagerly, greedily, I swallowed every drop of his semen.  His cock began to soften while still in my mouth I made a cooing sound in my throat as I milked every drop of his semen from his spent cock.   

    Stan fell across the bed reaching for me.

    “Come up here with me Stephen…you are magnificent! Give me a few minutes and I’ll see what I can come up with for you.”

    I pulled back and stood to rid myself of the wad of clothing wound about my feet and ankles. When I dropped my slacks and undershorts I heard Stan gasp.

    “Oh my god, Stephen!  It’s grown into a monster.  It’s nearly twice as big as when we were at Prep School.  I don’t think I can manage to take all that down my throat…but luckily, I do have the perfect place to put it. Please Stephen, please fuck me, we’ve never done that and even though it’s been more than a year since I’ve let anyone inside me, I want you there, I want to feel you in me, fill me up, I want your big cock, fuck me Stephen, please.”

    “In due time, Stan, right now I just want to lie here with you a few moments.  I’ve always been alone and until recently I’ve liked it that way.  No ties to bind me to anything nor anyone.  However, in the past few months I’ve begun to yearn for

    human contact.  Not entirely in a sexual way either, sometimes I just want to be with another person.  I’ve never cultivated friends, at school you were the closest person I could call a friend and we were seldom around each other except for those nights after lights out.  

    I love the feel of your body against me, the intimacy we’re sharing.   Meeting up with you again is such a happy coincidence. I’ve often thought of you and our escapades at VMI.  I want us to stay in contact if that is agreeable with you.  I have a hard time making friends these days. “

    “I know those feelings Stephen, it was very similar for me after college, before I met Eric, my partner.  In the time that Eric and I were together I learned how to love someone.  I missed him terribly at first, but eventually I came to accept the breakup as an opportunity to find ‘the one,’ the man that will love and accept me as I am. I’m confidant that I’ll meet him.”

    I snuggled up against Stanton and hugged him to me.  The feel of his body, his scent, all combined to transport me to a state of content like I’ve never known.  We didn’t intend to drift off to sleep but it was daylight when I woke.  I stretched and yawned and turned over in the bed, it took a few seconds for me to remember and I turned again to where Stan had lain, but he wasn’t there. Seconds later I smelled the coffee and knew he was rummaging around in the kitchen.  I pulled on my knit boxer underwear and padded into the kitchen, the sight of a naked Stan’s backside took my breath away.  His body is near perfection with wide shoulders tapering from his torso to his narrow waist and with the cutest bubble butt..  My cock started its rise just looking at his butt.  When he turned to me, his smile brightened the room.  

    “Good morning Stephen, I’m sorry that we both drifted off to sleep before I could satisfy you as you did me.  I promise to make it up to you after breakfast if you wish.”

    “Actually sleeping with someone is the biggest treat for me.  I love it when we lie there together, naked bodies entwined.  That is when I’m most content and truly satisfied.”

    Sitting a fresh cup of steaming black coffee in front of me Stan said.

    “If my memory serves, strong black coffee is your preferred morning drink.”

    “You remember how I like my coffee?”

    “Stephen, I’ve lots of memories of you, of us, back when we were so young. You’ve always stood apart from the crowd.  Your ginger colored good looks, your joyful participation in our sexual liaisons, I’ve always had a sort of crush on you. I even felt jealous when I’d hear someone brag about being with you sexually, it all seems so silly now, but at 18 I was sure that I was in love with you.”

    Stan’s confession caused me to choke on the coffee and I spilled some on my bare legs.  Stan quickly doused a hand towel with cool water and rubbed my leg.  While he cleaned me up, he was apologizing, saying that he shouldn’t have told me that story.  When he looked up to my eyes, I quickly pulled him up and into a heartfelt hug.

    “I loved you too, back then. To this day I can’t think or talk about VMS without remembering you and I sneaking off together.”

    “I know I’m changing the subject Stanford, but why are you here in Boston?”

    “I’m here looking for a job. After the split with Eric, I knew I needed a change of scenery. My parents live up on Marble head and they’re getting on in years, Dad was 42 when I was born. I really don’t have to work, when Dad sold his chain of car dealerships he pretty much set me up for life. But I know I can’t just sit around and do nothing, I have to be productive in some manner.”

    “What would you like to do, what would be your dream job?”

    He chuckled a bit. “You’ll laugh at me and think I’ve lost my mind.”

    “I think I’d like to teach on the college level. My experience in economics should be enough to get me a position at the Junior College or State College Level.”

    “I think that is quite admirable Stanton, you know, we have more than a few colleges here in Boston. I have contacts with the Board of Directors at Suffolk University if you would like to explore that school or any others. Plus, you can stay here with me while you job hunt is you wish, or even longer. I would surely welcome your company. Think about it if you wish.”

    “Stephen! That sounds wonderful, do you really mean it, about staying here at your place?”

    “Yes I do mean what I said. Unless there is some drastic change, I may not let you leave, ever. We’ll see how we get along together out of bed. We know we’re both good with each other in bed.”

    “I can’t believe this is happening Stephen, you and I living together is a fantasy I’ve run through my head at night trying to get to sleep.”

    Just the thought of having him here started my cock plumping up. Stan is still in his birthday suit and with a rapidly rising cock himself. I stood and took his hand. “Come, let’s seal this deal before you change your mind.”

    “We’ve had sex a good many times together over the years Stephen, but today is a first. We are going to make love now. Yes…there is a huge difference. Come, let’s make love.”

    Once in bed and on his back, Stan opened his arm to me. Lying atop him, his arms holding me tight, I knew…this is what I need, to have someone want me like Stanford does, my heart’s desire has always been to have a man who loves me. I can’t imagine anyone I care for more than him, Stan Bridgeford is who I want.

    Stan guided me in preparation, we substituted baby oil for a lubricant as I worked my fingers inside him. Throughout the preparation we were kissing, gently, lovingly and finally passionately. With his legs spread wide, Stan guided my cock to his anus, stopping a moment to run his fingers through my fiery red/orange pubic hair.

    “I love your red pubic hair, it’s like there is a fire in your loins. Come Stephen, put your cock in me. I want you there. Fill me, please.”

    Once my corona had breached his sphincter, I stopped still, the heat in his bowels was a wonderful surprise. Nothing I’ve ever known has felt like I did as my cock steadily sank into the depths of his rectum. When my cock was balls deep inside him, Stan’s eyes flew open and a huge smile broke across his handsome face.

    “I have you now! You’re mine Stephen, you’re mine at last.,”

    A low guttural moan came from deep inside Stan as I pulled back, his sphincter clamped down on my cock to keep me inside him. Again, a bit faster this time, my cock slides its length inside him. Again he groans, again I pull back to the sphincter, falling into a rhythm, I began to fuck him faster. Like it came from nowhere, we were suddenly locked in the throes of passion. When I slammed into him as far as my cock could reach, his eyes rolled back. The look on his face told it all. We’re very good at this.

    I fucked Stan faster and faster, he began to cry out, our bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat, Stan pushing his pelvis up to meet my thrusts. We were like wild animals, each trying to get deeper, fucking harder. I don’t remember it happening, but suddenly I was on my back and Stan was riding my cock sitting astride my hips. His motions became a blur as his hips and anus fucked the cock inside him. I never waned this to end. Please, just let this go on and on, I began to understand what Stan had meant when he said we would be making love. I reached up with a hand behind his neck and pulled him down for a kiss and battle of our tongues as his riding my cock intensified.

    Stanton cried out. “NOW…it’s coming, we’re coming, Fuck me Baby, STEPHEN! NOW!

    I had reached my limit. My body tensed, my legs pointing straight out behind Stan, him frantically stroking his cock when suddenly, with the first pulse of his cock his semen hits my forehead. There were three strong spurts of semen that all hit my face, others I’m sure hit the sheets and there was a considerable pool of his cum in and on my abs I felt my semen entering his rectum as his cum seared my stomach. Stan fell limp across my body, for the moment, I could move my arms, I felt nearly paralyzed from our orgasm. We slept, I haven’t a clue as to how long we napped, I just remember opening my eyes and seeing the smile on Stanton’s face. He spoke.

    “And that my friend, was making love.” Stanton said.

    I leaned over and kissed him. “I’ll never be satisfied again with anything less. I’ll always want to do that with you.”

    After a coffee and Cinnamon Toast breakfast, we showered together, one of those long, sensuous, showers, exploring each others body getting as close as possible to each other rather than showering to get clean. We enjoyed it until our fingers and hands started looking like prunes. We took our time, drying each other, between hugs or kisses and finally we dressed and walked from my apartment building down to the harbor. We spent an hour or so watching the birds, ships and people and decided that we would book onto a dinner cruise for this evening.

    As we sat at the Christopher Columbus Waterfront Park watching the birds, then ships and the people I realized that getting our being together last night and this morning is the longest time I have spent being intimate with anyone. It’s been about fourteen hours now since Stanton came home with me. I can’t remember a happier fourteen hours than those just past. I kept sneaking looks at Stanton as he watched the water, In profile view he is even more handsome. As if he had read my thoughts he turned to me and smiled.

    “You too! You’re more handsome than I can ever remember. You realize I hope that I’m caught up in your spell. I’m in love with you all over again Stephen.”

    “That’s the best news I’ve had in years Stanton, I’m more in love with you than I could ever have believed possible. I want us to be together. You are exactly what I need, someone to share my love and my life with.”

    The End

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  • Spider-Man Tickle Naked and Milked

    The kingpin also known as Wilson Fisk was staring at the New York skyline from his balcony waiting for the call about his drug shipment.

    “Sir, Spider-man managed to interfere with our business transaction and blew up the barge that contains 300 million dollar worth of cocaine, some of our people have been arrested”

    “what the fuck did you guys do? Am I not paying you enough to destroy that bug? Fucking imbeciles!” Kingpin replied

    As soon as Wilson Fisk hung up the phone he called for a emergency meeting with the Sinister Six. He hates to admit it but he needs help because he can’t defeat Spider-Man by himself. Wilson knew that the sinister six wants to get even with Spider-Man too after suffering a humiliating defeat in the past.

    “Spider-Man will pay for everything he did and I’m gonna make sure that he will suffer for the rest of his miserable life”-the kingpin said to himself while throwing a fine bottle of wine to floor to ceiling glass window of his penthouse apartment.

    A week has passed and Kingpin can’t wait any longer to have Spider-Man in his newly constructed fully equipped dungeon. He wants the hero down his knees begging for mercy.

    “Mr. Fisk the Sinister Six have arrived, they are in the conference room right now waiting for you”

    ” Very Good Alonzo, let them know I’m on the way.” -kingpin said with very much enthusiasm in his voice. Finally everything will come together as planned.

    As soon as Kingpin opened the door of the conference room, he was astounded by the Sinister Six presence. Truly their reputation doesn’t give them enough justice, they look way more powerful in person.

    ” Doctor Octopus, Sandman, Vulture, Mysterio, Kraven the hunter and Electro.Welcome to my humble abode”. – the kingpin said with a evil grin over his face.

    ” I don’t have time for pleasantries Fat Bozo, tell us why we are here” Electro said.

    ” If I were you, I should start showing your host some respect.” Kingpin replied

    ” We have no master , and honestly kingpin you don’t intimidate us”- Kraven said

    ” What I’m proposing is a partnership of equals to defeat Spider-Man, I know you guys wants to get even with him and he cost me tons of money.” Kingpin said

    ” Let’s hear what you have to offer, if we are not pleased I’m gonna rip your fat infested body apart” Doctor Octopus Said.

    “I was thinking of a bait that we can use to make Spider-Man submit to us, you guys don’t know that I have a group of scientist that studied the DNA that we collect from Spider-Man’s web from one of our encounters. I already know who spider man is, but what makes the whole thing interesting is the fact that Spider-Man’s genetic make up contain something really special. And from that element, we can make it possible to regenerate our body cells and heal faster. Imagine a drug that can cure cancer and HIV from Spider-Man’s semen? We will make tons of money all together” kingpin said with a very decisive and convincing voice.

    ” ok since you know who Spider-Man is, would you share us more information so that we can make this happen?” Vulture said

    ” Spider-Man is a 18 year old white Twink all American boy named Peter Parker. Thankfully his DNA is in the system because his father used to work for OSCORP. He went to foster home for awhile when his parents died before his Aunt May took him in. He is also dating a pretty girl named Mary Jane Watson” – kingpin said

    ” So you want us to kidnap Mary Jane Watson and Aunt May so that we can control Peter Parker and his supply of semen? “- sandman replied with doubts in his mind.

    ” that’s absolutely correct! Spider-Man is a all American hero and his love ones will be the key to his downfall hahaha” Kingpin said while throwing his fist in the air.

    ” Me and sandman will take care of the ladies. I can’t wait to finally see Spider-Man’s demise.”

    Vulture said and the he started flying out of the window towards their target with sandman.

    Peter Parker was walking towards the daily buggle from school. He works as a freelance photographer and a student while having Spider-Man gig on the side. He also helps out his Aunt May in the house and spend his time with his girlfriend Mary Jane Watson. Peter was excited when he heard his phone ring, he can’t wait to have sex with Mary Jane tonight.

    ” Hello” Peter Said

    ” Good Afternoon Peter, oh should I say Amazing Spider-man” -kingpin said

    Peter couldn’t believe what he just heard, chills started running through his spine. How could anybody find out who he was?

    ” Don’t hang up, if you wanna see Mary Jane Watson and your Aunt May again, you will meet me on my penthouse apartment in upper east side. Be here 8pm sharp or I can’t promise their safety haha. Don’t be late boy and don’t forget your sexy skin tight costume. Haha” kingpin said and hung up.

    I can’t believe this, kingpin got Mary Jane and Aunt May. I need to rescue them before he hurts them. I defeated kingpin before so I’m sure I can do it again. I’m Spider-Man after all. I can do this, it’s time to put the kingpin behind bars .

    Spider-Man arrived on kingpin’s penthouse exactly 8pm.

    “Hey Fisk I’m here, you very best friend. Can we talk about this?”-Peter said

    “Sure we can Spider-Man, now what can you offer in exchange of their lives? I’m listening to anything you can offer?” Kingpin said

    ” well I can beat your ass like the last time, maybe I will help you remember how I single handedly defeated you haha” Peter said with his usual confident bravado.

    ” yeah but you see Spider-Man , it’s not just me here, the sinister six are here to help me. Now that there’s 7 of us, I’m pretty sure the playing field is pretty much even.” kingpin said with his evil smirk.

    Peter can’t believe when he saw Doctor Octopus, Vulture,Mysterio, Electro,Kraven,Sandman and kingpin in the same room. There’s no way he can defeat them all at the same time. But he needs to rescue Mary Jane and Aunt May. Peter thought that maybe he can talk to them to some sort of compromise.

    “Ok what do you guys want, I’m all yours just release my Aunt May and Mary Jane and I will do anything you guys want. Beat me, humiliate me anything , I can take it. Just let them go unharmed” Peter said while looking down on his feet.

    ” you will do anything we want regardless anyways. Now I want you to completely surrender yourself to me and I promise that I will be extra nicer to your Aunt May and Mary Jane. If you fail to comply, I will make their life like a living hell. They are my insurance policy after all to make sure that I have your full cooperation. Now start stripping Peter and let us see that body. Keep your mask on, we can’t let Mary Jane and Aunt May to find out that you’ve been lying to them all this time about your secret super hero identity. The mask will also give you some sense of comfort specially when you see what I have in store for you Hahahaha.” Kingpin said with his commanding tone.

    Peter couldn’t believe what he is about to do. He started removing his skin tight shirt showing his enemies his chiseled Twink physique. Toned but not too muscular with a bit of hair running over his Twink six pack abs. His arms are in very good shape, not too big but strong enough to keep him safe while swinging between his spider webs during his super hero days. His armpit have a nice bush of light brown armpit hairs. Quarter size nipples pair with innie belly button. Peter’s upper body is absolute perfection, not too big but not too skinny either. Peter started removing his shoes and socks and he noticed how Doctor Octopus look at his long toes. His feet have amazing arches with some light masculine hair brushed over his feet maybe 3 inches from each toenail. Then he started removing his pants and now his enemies can see his well developed thighs that he got from chasing criminals and jumping from one rooftop to another. One last thing need to remove, Peter closed his eyes with complete humiliation and disgust. He started pulling down his underwear. As he bends over sandman stared at peters firm and sexy white butt cheeks with some amount of hair scattered over it. Now he is completely naked in front of his nemesis. All of them are staring at his uncut 8 1/2 inch cock that’s covered with very thick masculine pubes. Peter is now completely naked but if it’s gonna make his Aunt May and Mary Jane safe and unharmed even though they are in the hands of kingpin, he is willing to do anything for the sake of his love ones. Doctor octopus used his mechanical tentacles and grabbed both Peter’s ankles and wrist.

    “Let’s start the party , take him to the dungeon. Spider-Man now we will test how much you love Mary Jane and Aunt May” kingpin said

    They all arrived in the tickle dungeon that kingpin specially built for Spider-Man. This dungeon is not like any other dungeon. There’s a chair in the middle of the room with some electrical sensors under the chair. It’s a stainless steel chair with access to the person’s ass and cock while the legs have a mechanical stirrups that have 5 sensors each stirrup. There’s also a hanging wrist restraints on the ceiling with attached 5 sensors on each metal cuffs. On the right side of the room there’s a glass floor to ceiling window where they are hiding Aunt May. The room is completely visible from the chair, thanks to the shattered and bulletproof see through window. Now Peter can see that Aunt May is alive. The left side of the room have the same set up with Mary Jane sitting inside the room. Spider-Man is wondering what is the chair for. It must be one of the sinister six silly games.

    “Welcome Spider-Man to your new home. As you can see I kept my word. You can see Mary Jane and Aunt May from where you will be sitting alive and well. Peter, I built this entire place specially for you. Here we will test your strength and your Twink sexy white body. I don’t want you to feel like I’m some sort of a monster, I will keep my word as long as you do anything I want. Now Spider-Man sit on the chair so that we can start.” Kingpin said

    Peter headed to the chair and try to sit on it. He noticed it got a limited sitting cushion because there’s hole in the middle of the chair. Vulture and Kraven started strapping Spider-Man to the chair. Vulture applied the cuffs on his wrist and each of Peter’s fingers have an attached sensors. He pulled both peter’s arms apart over his head like he is sitting doing half jacks. Now they will have access to his sweaty armpits. Kraven put sensors Spider-Man’s sexy toes like the way vulture did it to his fingers. He extended peters legs apart and applied the ankle cuffs. Now his feet can’t get away with everything his nemesis dish out. A pure tickle torture event. Now Spider-Man’s naked body is in a weird X-shaped sitting position. Peter was wondering if this is the only thing he got to do. Sitting on a chair tied up naked , maybe they are taking a video of him and post it online so that everybody can witness his humiliation. He has no idea what’s about to happen to his Twink naked body.

    ” Getting comfy Spider-Man, I hope you like your chair. Now let me explain the mechanics of this game, Peter are you ticklish?” – kingpin asked

    ” I guess you just have to find out Wilson, I’m not gonna tell you!” Peter knew he is extremely ticklish, from one to ten he thinks he’s eleven when it comes to ticklishness specially his size 11 feet and armpits. He can’t let them know how to exploit his ticklish spots and expose his weakness.

    ” well we can fix that so that we can have more fun, Kraven gave us a special oil that came from the jungle that we can apply to your body later on to make you super duper ticklish. Don’t worry Spider-Man, it’s all natural and it got no side effects. Now let me explain you the rules of this game, obviously you are not allowed to escape the chair. If you do, we will blow up Aunt May and Mary Jane’s rooms. Your wrist and fingers have special sensors on it courtesy of your friend Mysterio. When we tickle your armpits or upper body, you are free to pull down your arms and protect your upper body from tickling anytime you want, but like any games there’s gonna be a consequence when you do that. You see Spider-Man once you pull down your arm or even wiggle your fingers it will activate the sensor to give Electro the green light he needs to give Mary Jane Electric Shock. She is a healthy lady but I don’t know how much electricity her body can take. I suggest Peter to keep your arms straight up as well as all of your fingers and hands or we will fry your girlfriend. Peter don’t worry because Aunt May will participate in this game too, you see your feet have similar sensors from Mysterio like the one from your hands. You are free to move your legs and wiggle your toes anytime you want but there’s a price to pay, nothing in America is free after all. If your feet tried to get away from tickling, the sensors will be activated and tons of sand will start filling up Aunt May’s room until she drowns. Thank you sandman for making that possible. I suggest use all your strength to keep both of your legs straight and stop wiggling your feet. The lives of Mary Jane and Aunt May lies on your hands and feet spiderman. I kept my word, I won’t kill the women in your life because you will do it for me. Now show us your Spider-Man strength and you can beat tickling.”Kingpin explained the rules of his evil game.

    Peter can’t believe what he just heard. He can’t allow Mary Jane to suffer with electric current or watch Aunt May slowly drowning in sand. He knows he is extremely ticklish and he must concentrate not to make unnecessary movement. Watching his love ones suffer is worst than death. Peter knew he will be tickled to death but for the sake of the women in his life, he is willing to endure the tickle torture.

    ” Wilson how long are you guys gonna tickle me, I’m not superman you know, I need to eat and sleep.” Peter asked with his mocking tone

    ” Don’t worry Peter, I like to sleep too. We will play the game until midnight. It’s almost 9pm now. Just do the best you can not to hurt your love ones that much. It’s just plain tickling hahaha. Before we begin Kraven will apply the special oil over your body to make you ultra ticklish, Mysterio will monitor the sensors, electro and sandman will keep your ladies on their toes. Doctor octopus with his mechanical tentacles and special feathers courtesy of vulture will tickle your body until midnight. Me, I will just watch you from my leather throne as you sweat, beg and suffer from tickle torture. Don’t worry Mary Jane and Aunt May can’t see what’s happening to you but you will see them suffer. They thought they are just in a regular room with a giant mirror haha.” Kingpin said

    Peter looked through the glass window and watch the women in his life. He know that if he move an inch while being tickled they are both in big trouble. Maybe if he beg to kingpin and sinister six they will show him mercy. It’s all up to him now to keep them both alive but he doesn’t know that tickle torture is just the beginning of his indenture servitude. He is gonna be a tickle Slave of kingpin and there’s nothing he can do about it. Kraven started walking towards the chair with a bottle of oil that will make him super sensitive to tickling. Spider-Man was never been in agonizing position like this under his enemies. He’s never been scared like this his entire life. Kraven opened the bottle and started applying liberal amount of oil over Peter’s smooth torso, when Kraven start applying the oil to Peter’s armpit he noticed that his oil can’t penetrate Spider-man’s ticklish spot.

    ” Wilson I think we should shave Spider-Man to make the oil more effective. What do you think?” Kraven Asked

    “Whatever you think is is best, I want this experience to be something Spider-Man will remember for very long time. Shave the boy and make him impervious to tickling hahaha.” Kingpin said

    Kraven start shaving both of his armpits, Spider-Man is starting to sweat. Now no amount of hair can protect him. It felt like he doesn’t have any control of his own body anymore. After Kraven shaved Peter’s armpit, he put the armpit hairs on a bottle. Kraven started putting the oil on Peter’s newly shave smooth armpit. Peter’s biceps started to tensed up and try not to move while Kraven’s long fingernails assault his armpits. Peter tried not to laugh or make any sound so he bit his lips hard and tried to stayed still.

    “Don’t make it harder for the women in your life boy, stay still or they will suffer. I will shave your pubes and ass too for tonight’s main event hahaha.” Kraven said

    Kraven shaved all of Peter’s thick pubes, now his 8 1/2 uncut cock is completely exposed. He also shaved his butthole to make sure a smooth easy access for the “main event”. He put all of Spider-Man’s pubes and craphole’s hair in a bottle. He covered his muscular legs with oil after he shave all of Peter’s leg hairs just like what he did to his arms. Now Peter is as smooth as a baby. Kraven start applying the oil that will make Spider-Man’s size 11 already ticklish feet. As soon as Kraven’s fingers cruises around Spider-Man’s athletic feet, Peter started shaking his head left to right. He tried to keep his legs and feet still so that Aunt May’s room will stay as it is, free from sand. Now that all Kraven’s oil covering every inch of Spider-Man’s body, Peter noticed the sensation he is feeling in his whole body. Even the air around him is making him he feel that he is being tickled by multiple fingers at the same time. Peter is starting to sweat all over his body, buckets of sweat made his white Twink body shine like a new Nickle.

    “Looks like you are having fun Peter with Kraven’s special oil. I like you getting worked up and we haven’t even started. It 8:55pm now you so enjoy the last 5 minutes and breathe because you will need that oxygen when Doctor octopus does his work. Kraven what are you gonna do with Spider-Man’s body hair, why did you put it in a bottle? Kingpin asked

    ” I will use the voodoo magic that I learned in the jungle to make Spider-Man horny 24/7. As long as I have his body hair, he will be horny from dusk until dawn hahaha” Kraven replied

    ” That’s very smart Kraven, now Spider-Man will be the horniest 18 year old boy alive. Peter looks like times up, Doctor Octopus show us how Vultures special feathers work with the help of your mechanical tentacles” kingpin said with excitement

    ” Spider-Man it’s an honor to be the one that will make you suffer, now you will pay for all of your transgressions. Get ready Peter hahaha” Doctor Octopus said

    ” kingpin wait, what else Can I do? Maybe we can talk about this, please don’t tickle me, I will do anything. I will be your slave for life, please let Mary Jane and Aunt May go. ” Spider-Man said.

    ” excuses excuses excuses, you will do anything I want because you don’t have a choice. You fucked with the wrong people and now you must pay the price. No more stalling Doctor Octopus, let’s get the show started hahaha.” Kingpin said

    Without warning Doctor Octopus with the helped of vultures feathers assaulted Spider-Man’s upper body. Peter felt a jolt of sensation 10 times worst than electricity. He tried not to pull his arms down but 20 minutes of non stop assault on both of his smooth armpits, Peter is starting to lose his resolved. Sweat dripping from his hairless armpit like spring rain. Both of his arms are now covered with sweat too which makes his muscle more defined as they tensed up from non stop tickling. Peter can’t believe what’s happening to him, being tickled like this and powerless to stop it makes him really angry. Even though he still have Spider-Man’s strength, he can’t use it in the expense of Mary Jane and Aunt May’s life. Tears of pure torture started running through his cheeks, he never felt so helpless before.

    ” pleeeeeaaasssse staaaaaaaHhhhpp. I caaaaaant taaaaaaake it aaaaaaanymore hahahahaha hhhahaahahaaahhaaaaaa

    Haaaaave Meeeeeeercy pleaaaaaase staaaaahp it tiiiiiiiiiickleeeeeees”. Peter said in complete despair.

    Four of Doctor octopus mechanical tentacles focused on Peter’s upper body for an hour. Vultures feathers with the help of Kraven’s oil terrorized Spider-Man’s Twink body. His abs and nipple didn’t have a chance to protect themselves from the evil tickle torture. The worst thing about it is not just Peter can’t escape from the intense tickling, he needs to concentrate not to move at all and just take the full assault on his body. Peter wish that he can just passed out from the ordeal but as soon as he lose his consciousness,Mysterio’s sensors will activate and both the women in his life will be in jeopardy. He needs to stay awake and feel the wrath of his enemies. Peter can only move his head left and right up and down. His masked are now drenched with drool, sweat and tears. Peter is hoping that he have enough to strength to last until midnight. He know that he need to endure the tickling. Peter’s body was shaking like he is having a seizure but he maintained his arms and legs steady to the best of his abilities. Sometimes Peter’s carotid artery looks like it’s gonna blow because of the extreme tickling.

    “Hahahahahaha pleaaaaassse staaaaaaaahhhhp, jeeeeeeeeesuuuuuuussss pleaaaaaassse staaaaaahpppp. Nooooooooo mooooooooooreeeeee it tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiickles soooooooo muuuuuuuuuuuchhhhhh noooooooooooooo more aaaaaaaaarmmmmmmpiiiiiiiiits.” Spider-Man yelled on top of his lungs

    ” that’s right Spider-Man , beg for my mercy, nobody is gonna help you out, nobody will feel sorry for you. Peter you cost me millions and now you are gonna pay with your laughter and tears” Kingpin said

    “Boss looks like he loves Mary Jane very much, we’ve been tickling his armpits for an hour now. It looks like it’s sore already from tickling”. Doctor Octopus said

    ” Very good Peter, I must say a 18 year old boy like you have stamina of a horse. well let’s test how much he loves his Aunt May, let’s tickle his size 11 sexy feet.” Kingpin said

    ” huhhhh uhh huhhhh nooooot the feeeeeeet pleaaaaaaassse nootttt the Fuuuuuuuking Feeeeeet” Peter said in a agonizing tone.

    ” I think Spider-Man said PLEASE TICKLE MY FEET. Don’t worry Peter I’m a generous guy and since you asked nicely, we will dedicate one hour of this game entirely to your feet. It’s 10pm now, 2 hours to go.hahaha” Kingpin said

    ” nooooooooooooooooohhhhhh iiiiiiiiii caaaaaaaaaant Doooooooo thiiiiiiiiiis anymmooooooore!” Peter protested

    Doctor octopus withdrew his tentacles from Peter’s upper torso. Peter got a few minutes break , his head fell forward in complete defeat. He is exhausted and he got 2 hours left and the game is over. All he needs to do is to be tough, he can do this. He tries to convince himself that he can make it. He doesn’t know that the “main event” of the night will make his ordeal ten times worst. Without warning Doctor octopus used 8 dancing feathers to attack his feet. Peter yelped like a wounded animal, he thrashed his head around like a complete maniac. The 8 feathers tickled the smooth size 11 feet of his. They explored all the arches of his feet while some of the feathers went to the spaces in between his toes. This made Peter started to accept his fate. There’s nothing worst than the kind of torture he experiencing right now.

    ” ooooooooooooohhhhhh gooooooooood pleaaaaaaaaaase staaaaaaaaaHpp. Noooooooooooo moooooooooooooore pleeeeeeeeeeeease noooooooooooot myyyyyyyyyyyy feeeeeeeeeeet haaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaa haaaaaaaa”. Spider-Man plead

    “Peter do not disappoint me, think about Aunt May. You know what let’s make a deal, if you finish this hour without activating Aunt May’s sensor I will give you 30 minute break from tickling. You still have 20 minutes left until 11pm. Make it count hahaha.” Kingpin said

    The smell of Peter’s body odor is starting to cover the room. The proof of his suffering for his love ones. Mostly coming from his sweaty armpits and drenched feet. With the mixture of Kraven’s oil and spider mans sweaty feet. The friction on our beloved superheroes feet was reduced to zero. Feathers glide over his soles like they were figure skating. Doctor Octopus wants to beat Spider-Man in his game by making him kill his own Aunt because of his ticklishness. Peter is pushing his luck, used all his strength not to move his toes, ankle and knees. He is giving everything he got for kingpins 30 minute break. 30 minutes free from tickling and then he only have to endure another 30 minutes and the game will be over. Doctor octopus made a speedy brushing of Spider-Man’s soles like vultures feathers were moving 90 miles per hour. Spider-Man can’t take it anymore, he is about to pull his arms down because he is trying to use all his strength to keep his legs and feet steady. Even all of Spider-Mans toes were covered with sweat just like the rest of his body. If he gives up now, all his suffering will be for nothing.

    “Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii caaaaaaaaaaaan Doooooooooo thiissssssssssss, I looooooooooovvvveeeee yooooooooooo maaaaaaaaarryyyyyyy Jaaaaaaaane. I wooooooooont giiiiiiiiiiive ahhhhhhhhp auuuuuuuunt Mayyyyyyyyyy” spider man screamed trying to sound confident as the clock’s hand strikes 11pm.

    ” very good Peter, that’s the spirit! Show me the man that defeated all of us. Very strong spider man. Hahahaha do you wanna know why you are getting a break from tickle torture? ” kingpin asked Peter.

    Peter is still trying to catch his breath. Getting tickled for 2 hours and not able to do anything about it is something only the devil can think of. Spider-Man’s chest was heaving like he’s a fish out of water. Being drenched with sweat, Peter can smell his own body odor. He can barely speak as Peter try to recover and gather his strength. He knows he is gonna need it to survive the last 30 minutes of tickling to midnight. Kingpin gave Peter a water to drink. He needs to replace all the water he lost from this ordeal, Peter looked like he just finished a 30 mile marathon in 2 hours. Little did he know that kingpin put something in his water.

    ” ttttthank yooouuu veery muuuuuuuuuuuchhhhhh. Thank you for the break and water. Thank you kingpin.” Spider-Man said the words that he never thought he will utter his entire life.

    ” don’t thank me yet Spider-Man. I’m gonna be extra generous to you. Like I promised, the tickling will stop for 30 minutes. Tonight’s “Main Event” will start now. I also found out that Mary Jane and Aunt May haven’t eaten anything since breakfast so I told Alonzo to make a special meal for them. Don’t worry i didn’t laced it with cyanide, they are my insurance for your complete unquestionable cooperation to our game. The water you just had contains Viagra though. The combination of viagra and Kraven’s voodoo with the help of your body hair will make you horny beyond your wildest dreams. You see the 30 minutes break I gave you will stop you for getting tickled as long as you can cum and fill this bottle with your famous Spider-Man cock juice. So I’m giving you a choice Spider-Man, it’s something I rarely offer to anyone. Will you accept the challenge to fill the bottle with your cum or You will get tickled non stop until midnight? You choose. Hahaha” kingpin said with a evil grin.

    Watching Mary Jane and Aunt May having a nice dinner makes Peter really happy. He is willing to suffer for them, even though he is paying the price so that they can feel comfortable while being held hostage. Peter will do anything for the 2 most important people in his life. Peter knows the choice he needs to make. He hasn’t cum in a week since he’s been busy from work and being Spider-Man.Mary Jane was busy looking for a job so that she can start acting for Broadway play. Peter planned this night to have a full blown sex with Mary Jane but kingpin and sinister six changed it all.Having food will give them sense of comfort while being held as a prisoner of the evil kingpin. This particular challenge should be easy. Peter knew he will beat kingpin’s evil game. He is young and Mary Jane love his stamina in bed. The way he gives Mary Jane the best orgasm of her life everytime they fuck gave Peter the confidence boost he needed to finish the “main event” without difficulties.

    ” I accept the challenge kingpin. You can milk my cock for 30 minutes. Thank you for giving Mary Jane and Aunt May a great meal tonight.” Peter said

    ” no problem Spider-Man we will milk your cock for 30 minutes. Mysterio activate the Milking machine and the prostate stimulator hahaha.” kingpin said

    ” wait, we didn’t agree that you will put something in my ass, I’m not a fag.” Peter said with an angry tone

    ” Spider-Man you think 30 minutes will be just a relaxing down time for you Hahahaha. If you fail to fill the bottle with your cum, you will spend the night with 13 inch electric anal probe in your ass courtesy of Electro. Hahaha” kingpin said

    Mysterio activated the milking device and prostate stimulator. The floor under Peter’s tickling chair opened up and a suction tube started sucking his 81/2 uncut cock. Peter felt the warm suction tube stimulating his cock, it almost felt like an actual human is giving him a blow job. Mysterio increased the intensity of the suction to 60 miles per hour so that Spider-Man cum even faster. They only have 30 minutes to harvest Peter’s precious cum that they can use to develop a drug that can cure cancer or HIV. Kingpin is already salivating and thinking how much money he can make out of people with serious illness because of Spider-Man’s cum. The miraculous sperm from a superhero that have a the capability to regenerate damaged cells. The viagra that kingpin mixed with his water and Kraven’s voodoo that will make the 18 year old super hero horny is starting to affect Peter. The prostate massager invaded his ass without any lube. The metal device drilled his butthole and started massaging his prostate for effective milking at 60 miles per hour too. Being a straight boy superhero Virgin, Peter felt the pain from the foreign object inside his ass. Peter closed his eyes and try to remember the nights when him and Mary Jane are having hot passionate nasty sex. The night He fucked Mary Jane and she gave him a blowjob. Peter is proud of is 81/2 inch cocked, the can that can pleasure any woman. This gave Peter a sense of comfort during testing time like this. The prostate massager made him cum even more. He tried to keep his body steady while he burst one week load of cum. suddenly 30 minutes was over like it was just few seconds. Peter is now super horny after releasing enormous amount of his man juice, he can’t believe that 30 minutes passed by just like that but being tickled tortured made him feel like the time stopped while he is suffering. Peter filled not only just one bottle but half of the second bottle. Peter is now tired and exhausted but the final 30 minutes is here. After this, game over.

    ” you never seize to amaze me Peter, job well done. I can’t believe an 18 year old boy like you have that amount of cum in your balls. You made me really happy. Now that the ” main event” is over, you only have 30 minutes left and we are done with this game. You see Peter, Men are more sensitive when they are horny and after bursting that amount of load; you’ll have a hard time not to be super ticklish. Now we can prove to the women in your life how much you are willing to endure to keep them safe.” Kingpin said with his evil glare

    Peter knew that it will be the longest 30 minutes of his life. He used to run track and field and even compete on a national level. Spider-Man never backed down to challenge but this particular one made Spider-Man doubt his superhero capabilities. He can’t let them know that he is weak, that he is doubting himself. He can’t give his enemies the satisfaction to see the greatest hero of the city defeated and humiliated like this. 30 minutes and it’s all over, they had their fun and he gets to save the people who he love the most.

    ” looks like you will do anything you want anyways kingpin. I’m tied up here naked, I can take it like a man. I am Spider-Man and I have no fear! Do your worst because I am not that weak. You can’t break me!” Peter said with a defiant tone.

    ” I accept the challenge Spider-Man, I can tell you right now; before midnight you will be begging all the gods to help you out. I will break you Spider-Man and you will be on your knees begging for my mercy hahaha!” Kingpin said

    Peter braced himself as Doctor Octopus mechanical tentacles approach his naked body covered with sweat. He is breathing heavily while waiting for the last round of tickle torture. Doctor octopus started tickling his vulnerable armpits and his sexy size 11 feet at the same time. Peter never felt such a torment. Kraven’s oil and voodoo with the help of viagra running through his body made Spider-Man the ticklish man alive. The fact the he just released one week load of cum made him impervious to tickling. He tried to keep both of his arms and legs steady while being assaulted mercilessly with vulture’s fine tipped tickle feathers. Spider-Man started to cry, he never felt soooo much pain in his life. It’s worst than the feeling he felt when his Uncle and Parents died. Peter wished for the torture to end but he knows that watching him suffer like this makes his enemies really happy. Spider-Man doesn’t know how much his Twink body can endure. His abs which is well defined as well as his biceps and thighs are now feeling the wrath of having them worked over for the last 3 hours. He is starting to have muscle spasms. Peter just laugh and cried at the same time while his feet is being targeted by multiple feathers that moves 90 miles per hour. Spider-Man’s sexy nipples are now hard and sore for being relentlessly stimulated. The feathers that put a laser like focus on his balls made him squirm like a sweaty pig. Spider-Man is finally getting the punishment kingpin wants to inflict on him and he can’t even do anything to fight it. He never felt sooooo helpless in his life.

    ” haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaa” Spider-Man can just laugh and take it

    Peter noticed the green light turned on inside Mary Janes Room. He forgot that he need to keep his arms straight up while the feathers tickles his armpits and upper body. He flexed his upper arm and his enemies can see his well defined arms covered with sweat. His carotid arteries and the veins in his arms are now completely visible. Peter is sooooooo ticklish right now that his smooth armpit hairs covered with nothing but sweat taking all the tickling. They are just few inches from his face and yet he can’t protect them. Peter saw Mary Jane shaking involuntarily inside her room while Electro gives her body enough electric current not to kill her. Peter saw the love of his life being electrocuted in front of him and he is powerless to stop it. He got no more strength to fight the tickling on his armpits.

    ” iiiiiiiiiiii aaaaaaaaaaaaam soooooooooorrrrry Maaaaaaaaary Jaaaaaaaane. Haaaaaaaa haaaaa haaaaaaa haaaaaa pleaaaaaaaaaaaseeeee staaaaaaaaahp huuuuuuuuurting heeeeeeeeeer!” Spider-Man said in complete despair.

    ” Spider-Man you are the only one who can stop electro from electrocuting the love of your life. Just stop moving and take it like a hero and she will be fine. I can’t help you with that Peter. Hahaha” kingpin said

    Peter cried and laughed as he watch Mary Jane shaking like having a seizure because of Electro. He tried to keep his arms up but he must make a choice where to use his strength. Letting the feathers do whatever they want with his armpits will make Mary Jane safe but his feet is being tickled too at the same time. He needs to keep his legs straight and let the feathers get away torturing his athletic size 11 soles or the sensors will activate the sandman’s machine and watch his 65 year old Aunt drown with sand in front of him. He made the hardest choice of his life; watching Mary Jane suffer because his weak Old Aunt can’t take being buried alive. Spider-Man figured that Mary Jane have a better fighting chance to withstand Electro because she is younger. Spider-Man can’t keep his body still any longer specially both of his most vulnerable spots are being subjected to tickle attack. He is exhausted from the longest tickle torment of his life. He starting to wiggle his toes without noticing it, his feet are tired from trying not to move. The feathers traced the lines on his soles and go up in down with a 90 miles per hour speed while some of the feathers invaded the space between on each toe with the same amount of speed at the same time. You can see droplets of sweat from Peter’s smooth sexy feet. Peter noticed the green light turned on inside Aunt May’s room. A vent opened and sand started filling up the room quickly. Aunt May tried to get away but the sands are pilling up pretty quick. Now Peter is being tickle tortured while watching Mary Jane being tortured by electro and Aunt May being buried alive at the same time. He doesn’t have anymore strength and Peter gave all he got to protect them. Spider-Man have no match against tickle torture, the only thing that defeated the once celebrated 18 year old Twink superhero. Peter thrash around as he doesn’t have anymore strength to fight the tickling and stay steady. All he can do is cry, laugh, sweat and drool while his naked body was being tickled nonstop. He tried to close his eyes and wish that it will all just stop. He rather die than watch the women he love die in front of him. He wanted to pass out so that he doesn’t have to feel the tickling anymore. Spider-Man blamed himself for not able to save Aunt May and Mary Jane. He wasn’t strong enough to protect them, if only he wasn’t super duper ticklish. He proved that not everyone can survive a non stop stole torment, not even superhero like him.

    ” kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin pleaaaaaaaaaaaase juuuuuuuuuuuuuust kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiil meeeeeeeeee. Hahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaa! Peter begged to end it all.

    ” Times up. It’s midnight. Stop everything. Let the hero rest. Very good Spider-Man! Excellent performance. I won’t kill you, not yet while I’m still enjoying your company. I am speechless. You proved that you are indeed the amazing Spider-Man! Hahaha” kingpin said

    Mysterio deactivated the sensors while Doctor octopus withdrew his mechanical tentacles armed with vultures special stiff feathers from Spider-Man’s ticklish naked covered with sweat Twink body. Peter felt happy when he saw Aunt May’s room. Half of her body was buried in sand. The game just stop in time and his old weak Aunt is still alive. He looked at Mary Jane’s room and watched the doctors give her water. Mary Jane passed out from the electric current that electro gave her but she’s doing ok. Peter’s head fell forward as vulture and Kraven released his wrist and ankles. His arms fell down and his sexy 18 year old Twink body fell on the floor. Peter’s naked body was covered with his super hero body fluids and he doesn’t have enough strength to even move or stand up. Kingpin approached Peter’s naked body in a fetal position and grabbed his head. He removed Spider-Man’s masked and saw a beautiful light brown haired boy with his hair plastered over his forehead. Kingpin noticed the drool and dried tears over his razor edged cheek bones. Perfect nose and nice soft lips. Peter is a very attractive young man with a expressive sapphire blue eyes. You can see in his eyes that he accepted his fate. Spider-Man is completely defeated.

    “Spider-Man this is just the beginning of your very long and very painful tortured life. You see, I found out damming information about your cum. I can develop a drug that can regenerate cells to fight cancer and HIV. I can surely make tons of money from your cock juice. Think of it this way Spider-Man, with your cum you can still save millions of lives while being my tickle Slave.” Kingpin said while grabbing Peter’s thick brown hair.

    ” I will never be your slave kingpin, I beat the game. Now let Mary Jane and Aunt May go!” Peter said with his furrowed thick brown eyebrows expressing his anger. He felt cheated.

    ” hahaha you think I’m stupid Spider-Man. You will be my tickle and cum slave until you reach the age of 60. By that time you could have erectile disfunction and I won’t have any use for you. Maybe I will kill you when you can’t produce anymore sperm. If you fail to supply enough cum on everyday basis, I will unleashed the hell on earth to your beloved Mary Jane and Aunt May!”

    Kingpin said while grabbing Peter’s neck.

    ” I will be your slave kingpin as long as Mary Jane and Aunt may is alive! I will cum everyday and be your tickle slave!” Spider-Man said

    “Very good spiderman. Your day in the chair will start at exactly 6am tomorrow, you will be under tickle torture and we will harvest your super hero man juice until midnight. You will have a break and you will eat for 10 minutes every 5 hours while sitting on the chair.You are welcome to pee and take a dump while being tickled. You will not leave the tickle chair from 6am to midnight. Mary Jane and Aunt May will have regular meals and be treated like royalty in their room. Remember Spider-Man it will be the same game that we will play everyday until you turn the age of sixty. It’s up to you if Mary Jane will die from electrocution or Aunt May Buried alive. They will never know that you are enduring tickle torture every last second of your miserable life to keep them alive. They will not know that you are Spider-Man hahaha!” Kingpin laid his term.

    ” I will try my best not to disappoint you kingpin. Just promise me that you will never hurt them and I will be yours forever!” Spider-Man said

    ” I hate being disappointed Peter. You will never be able to talk to Aunt May or Mary Jane anymore. You can watch them from their room. I will treat them nicely as long as you are my slave. You will see the proof of life of your beloved through that glass window hahaha. Mysterio show Peter the present I got him.” Kingpin said

    Mysterio attached a metal collar with sensor on Spider-Man’s neck. Peter was wondering what it’s for. Maybe another part of the game.

    ” that’s your slave collar, from now on you will never be no more than 10 feet away from me. If you try to take it off or even stupid enough to escape, the sensor will be activated. You can kiss Mary Jane and Aunt May goodbye because their room will blow up if you try something really stupid. From now on Spider-Man you will call me “Master”. After your long day being tickled and milked , you will sleep in my room and I will fuck you until you reach 60 years old.” Kingpin said

    ” I am not gay! Please don’t fuck me Master. I will do anything you want! ” Spider-Man can’t believe what he just heard from kingpin making him a fucktoy until he turns 60.

    ” Doctor octopus, stake Peter to my bedroom. Peter this will be a very long night” kingpin said

    Doctor octopus grabbed Peter’s naked body and headed to Kingpins private chamber. He can hear his enemies laugh at him while he is being taken to kingpins bedroom.Peter can’t believe that he will be a sexslave of a 600 pound man. Spider-Man knew that life as he knows it was over, now he is nothing but a piece of meat. A tickle slave , a hero and sexslave . He is willing to take any torment for the sake of love.

    The end

  • I’m So Sexy

    I can feel the eyes on me as I follow the student guide along the catwalk skimming the tops of labs on one side and looking out into a campus quad through a massive glass window on the other. Nice little piece of ass, walking in a saucy way, knowing I’m behind him, watching his little butt twitch in the tight trousers as he walks along, pointing to this and that with little flourishes, batting his eyelashes at me when he turns to speak to me. Eyes raise to us as we pass and then stop and stare–both women and men. More women than men, but it’s the men I scrutinize for the tell-tale signs of interest–speculative interest in me. I am used to it; it isn’t something I do; it’s something I am. I don’t deny it, and, at the same time, I don’t deny I use it.

    I like to fuck. I don’t see it as my fault that I’m packaged to find it easy to do that–for men to readily accommodate me.

    I can feel the student guide, Tim, tremble as I touch him on the arm to stop his progress so that he can explain to me what is going on in one of the labs below. He turns, sweeps strands of straight, golden-blond-dyed hair out of his face, and smiles a shy smile for me. I can tell from that and his trembling that I can have him. In fact, just from the way he made sure I knew he was twenty, a college senior, I knew he was available.

    He wouldn’t be my first choice, really. But I’m just visiting and he is obviously available and willing. I’m not sure I feel energetic enough to put the effort into acquiring better.

    I’ve found I can have almost any man–and woman too, if I was so inclined–with them pursing me rather than the other way around. It’s just the way it is. A science colleague and lover once told me that, in addition to the look of me, it was pheromones–something I exuded that made others want me. I scoffed, but he claimed to be serious, and it certainly worked with him.

    Tim answers with surprise. “I understand you’ve devised the Tristan Variation, which uses. . . .” Rather than listen to him rattle off what I already knew so well, being the “Tristan” of that variation, I concentrate on his expression, which is as much one of admiration–almost worship–as surprise. He seems to realize that I’m not really listening to what he says but am concentrating on him–personally. I give him that special smile, and he melts into the walkway. This is going to be very easy. I hadn’t wanted him at the start; he was a bit too effeminate for me. Now, feeling myself harden, I do.

    “Yes, we experiment with that too at Arizona,” I say. “I just wasn’t familiar with that brand of equipment being used for the research here.”

    “I thought you–that Arizona–were far ahead of us on that process, Professor Tristan,” he murmurs, still a bit breathless because I’ve left my fingers on his forearm, burning my brand into his flesh, testing on whether he will withdraw. He doesn’t.

    I know it’s a question on why I’m interviewing for a post here. I’m king of the labs at Arizona–their current hope for a Nobel Prize. They give me everything. They even pimp for me, knowing that my needs are nearly insatiable. Why would I ever leave there? “One can stay in one place too long,” I say. “Life can get too complicated, too much of a rut. I’m not much for long-term commitment.”

    Just the once, I’m signaling. There’s no chance of something building from it. Take it or leave it, little boy. If you’re good with a one-time fuck, I’m your man. This. This is at the center of why I am looking beyond Arizona. The increasing lack of understanding there that I really do want someone fresh each time–and preferably someone unused or only slightly so, someone innocent to how totally I will use him.

    “Perhaps after the tour, we could go for coffee,” he ventures. “. . . I’d like to hear more about the program at Arizona.”

    Home free. “Perhaps a drink at my hotel instead.”

    I feel him shudder as he nervously brushes down the front of his trousers, trying to hide the bulge we both know is there–the trousers I know I’m going to pull down those long, long legs of his along with his bikini briefs when I pull him up off his knees after he’s sucked me ready.

    That’s after I’ve had my fill of fondling his curves and listening to his intake of breath while we’re kissing. When I reach around with both hands, separate his bare butt cheeks, and penetrate and open him with fingers of both hands as I hold him close in a deep kiss, he sinks to the floor in front of me and takes my cock in his mouth. Who knew a young man so innocent and fresh looking could give such expert head? He can deep-throat it all, and that’s saying a lot. It’s not the first time I think he was assigned as my student guide as a recruitment ploy. It would be hard for my reputation not to precede me.

    I presume the powers that be here–whoever was assigned to pimp for me–assumed I would be impressed with experience and mastering when, in fact, I would prefer innocence, albeit acquiescence, to what I do with the gift.

    I lift him up and turn him toward the bed. Trembling and emitting little burbling sounds, he positions himself–one knee on the bed, the other foot on the floor, thighs spread, arms stiff arming the bedspread, the material bunched up in his fists, now emitting mewing sounds–as I roll on a Trojan Magnum.

    I reach up and brush his hair to one side, exposing his neck, a throbbing vein. He’s open to me in more ways than one. If I were a vampire, I believe he still would receive me.

    He gasps, groans, and tightens up at the entry, but I hold there a few seconds to permit him to adjust before I reach around to take one pectoral in each hand, thrum his nipples with my thumbs, press my lips to the throbbing vein, and thrust with my hips.

    “Oh, daddy, daddy. Yes, daddy, yes.”

    He doesn’t have any idea yet what “daddy” has in store for him. We’ve already established he’s not my guide for the next day, which is good, because he isn’t going to be in any condition to be able to guide anyone tomorrow.

    * * * *

    I “get” it when Aaron mentions knowing Joseph Cleese, husband of one of the deans at Arizona, as Aaron is the husband of the dean I am scheduled to meet with informally over dinner at her house this evening. I should have gotten it when he met me at the door of his columned colonial house a block from the campus in some form of loose-fitting silk lounge suit and said, “I’m afraid Janet can’t join us. Some sort of mishap at a lab at the college. She said we should go ahead with the dinner, though, and she’d be along when she could be. You do have to eat somewhere, and Cook has it prepared. Janet says she’ll talk with you tomorrow if she doesn’t make it back soon.”

    If he knows and talks with Joseph, I wonder if he volunteered to face the required “dinner with a faculty member” duty alone rather than just having Janet call and cancel. I would suppose so. He has dressed the part. A willowy, flowing movement, well-preserved academic type in ochre-colored silk, letting off a sensuous slithering sound with each tightly orchestrated movement. Brazilian? Argentine? Had I heard that he had married Janet to get into the country? It didn’t matter. Not young by any means, but well preserved, both hard and soft bodied, each where it counted. Younger than Janet, though–and, for me, much more appealing on the eyes.

    Candlelight on the table. Smoothing out any wrinkles. A sensual, knowing smile.

    Referencing Joseph Cleese says it all. The young, boy toy husband of the dean of the college at Arizona, initially my tennis partner and subsequently much more than that to me. But not the best recruitment move in anticipation of my decision for a change. Under these circumstances, I would have fucked Aaron anyway, given the opportunity, without the reference to Joseph. I was in the mood for something more substantial than the student guide, something more Latin. The Latins are fiery and uninhibited. And Aaron obviously wants it; He’s boldly feeling me up under the table and giving me the eyes of want before we’ve finished dessert.

    But it reminds me that it’s the students and the boy toy Josephs of Arizona–the possessiveness of and battles between them–that have me shopping for another post–less stress; fewer complications. Being reminded of that doesn’t mean I’m not going to fuck Aaron, though.

    As a one-time taking, he will do just fine.

    Since I didn’t hide knowing Joseph and, by extension, what Joseph would say about me and because I am calmly letting Aaron fondle me under the table, he becomes bolder in what he could offer in the way of recruitment incentive. It hasn’t taken me long to understand that Janet not being here is no accident–and that the recruitment pitch is coming from Aaron, not her, by design.

    Janet is putting her best case forward, and that’s Aaron, not her.

    “I know that Joseph makes what you like available for you in Phoenix,” he says. “I’m the head of student housing here, and I’m in a position to broker privileges with fresh underclassmen wanting favorable housing and willing to be available for the first time to get a good room.”

    “That’s interesting,” I respond. It isn’t interesting in the way Aaron probably thinks I mean, though. I had never gotten a man under me, and opening his legs, through bribery or the hint of privilege to be gained by him. And Joseph went out of bounds if he left the impression with Aaron that he procured any tail for me.

    In a guest room, because he “just couldn’t do it in the bed he shares with Janet,” Aaron wants to ride me cowboy style, and I let him. Before this he gives me an expert blow job. I get that he’s not faking what I can take from him. His BJ is as good, if not better, than the student guide’s was. Does this college have a class in it? First time I’ve had a man fuck me in foreplay with his armpits, hiding my cock under his arm on either side while he’s nibbling on my nipples and fucking me with the movement of his arm. Raising his dark eyes, with the long, curly eyelashes, and staring into my face with lustful eyes; murmuring what must be dirty words in Spanish. Or is that Portuguese? Who the shit cares? Either sounds sexy when my cock is being rubbed in his armpits–and then between his thighs before I manage to get around to holing it.

    I let him think he’s in charge. Rising over me, marveling at the size of me. Wondering out loud if he can take me in the ass, when both of us know he could sheath a Volkswagen bus. Making gasping sounds about size when I produce the Trojan Magnum, insisting on rolling it on my cock himself, making a big scene of wetting the sheathed shaft down with his mouth. Sucking me inside his ass. Milking me dry with shimmering channel muscles. Oh, yes, he’s done this before. He’s done this frequently. And, yes, he’d be a good ride if I signed on here. Hard to beat a South American for enthusiasm, openness, and inventiveness. Riding, riding, riding me. Sucking every bit of cum out of me.

    A good fuck, of course, but not what’s fully arousing to me.

    Sitting afterward at his kitchen table, him just in sleeping shorts; me naked and sprawling off the seat of the chair, because “I want to see your beautiful body move, your lovely big cock rise again.”

    So, we’re going to do it again. I’m game, but I look at my watch. Janet is taking her sweet time. I get it already–what I can have by transferring to here. It’s not their fault that they’ve misjudged what I prefer.

    Drinking coffee–black and strong–and a good cognac. His hand stroking me under the table.

    Fucking him belly down from behind on the kitchen table, while he laughs and wiggles his ass, muttering guttural words in Spanish or Portuguese, until I’ve given it all to him, scaring him with what “all of it” means, settling down to a rhythm of long, deep slides, listening to him gasp and moan. His passage shimmering, grabbing and releasing. Me getting as much pleasure as he is. A slow build to a mutual explosion.

    “Oh baby, baby. Yes, baby, yes.”

    Asserting that he’s the daddy, having more than ten years on me. But he’s playing the sub role expertly.

    “You’re so sexy,” he continuously moans as I plow his ass. As if I didn’t know that already.

    Barely dressed again and leaving when his wife’s car pulls into the driveway, with Janet giving a cheery wave with the driver’s-side window down. Aaron standing at the door, barefoot and still only in his sleeping shorts.

    OK, I get it about Janet’s willingness to share. Preplanned. Has Aaron called Janet while I was showering and dressing and told her it was safe to come home? This is what I can have if I sign a contract?

    Only it’s what I already have at Arizona. It’s why I’m leaving Arizona. Still, Aaron certainly has a talented mouth and ass. I must be on the lookout for South American tail.

    * * * *

    Paul Compton, my age, my handsome face, my perfect physique, and the chair of the department at his young age for reasons that go beyond academic smarts, closes and locks the door behind me when I arrive for my interview. The shade over the window in the door to the corridor comes down. No attempt whatsoever to hide the maneuver. Stays very close to me as I enter the office. A fiery redhead, with the mane of a lion. A pullover sweater as tight across his chest as it can be, just as are the faded jeans–both easily shucked, though, I learn.

    To think a dean would dress like this, you have to know Paul. I’m not fooled, however. I know he has dressed like this just for me. I’m sure he has nothing on underneath the jeans, something that it would have been nice to have someone bet me on, as he doesn’t–which would be clear to anyone following the line and curves of the bulge. No surprises here. This is vintage Paul Compton. We have history from graduate school. That history not being the success with me that Paul probably thinks it was, him having been aggressive and wanting to talk of “forevers,” both of which rang “walk away” bells for me.

    “We can talk later,” he says in a husky voice. Couldn’t be clearer. He’s only gotten better with age.

    But then, so have I.

    I pull the sweater over his head and rub his quarter-sized aureoles with my perpetually five-o’clock-shadow cheeks. He groans, and the nipples stand at instant attention, filling out, and begging to be sucked. I suck them, one after the other. We’re standing in the middle of the room, swaying against each other. Moaning, he reaches down and unzips me and moves a hand into the slit. “Oh, fuck, Mr. Sexy. You remember me, don’t you? Drop dead sexy and ready for it. Don’t make me wait, Mr. Sexy. I want you inside me.” He begins to climb me with his legs but changes his mind and maneuvers me toward a chair.

    He fucks himself on my staff in the desk chair, Paul naked, me fully clothed except for my shirt unbuttoned for his hands to roam and my fly unzipped for him to ride my cock, facing me, as I sit in the chair and he straddles me, I valiantly try to get all of his aureoles in my mouth, one after the other. Sucking and fucking, the nipples needing to be teethed and sucked.

    On my back on the desk, leveraging off my heels on the floor. Paul saddled on my cock, riding me hard, as I palm his pecs, thrumming and pinching the nipples, and counterpunch in long, deep thrusts. Another power bottom; wanting the cock, wanting me working it inside him, but wanting to think he’s the one in control.

    I know that would be an unending battle if I came to work in his department, the struggle for control in the question of who is controlling the fuck.

    “Yes, you stud, you stud. Fuck me, yes, fuck me. Work those nubs.”

    As if whatever I do is at his command. Can he ever get enough?

    That’s the interview. Of course he offers me the position–me knowing the position entails more than a teaching spot; he’s making quite clear he wants a submissive top–as, dressed once more, he lifts the shade and unlocks and opens the door to the outer corridor.

    I say, my eyes on the lines and curves of his bulge, that I’m certainly considering it. And I am, in fact, wondering what he’s doing for dinner–and who’s doing him afterward. I wouldn’t mind showing him what I’ve learned since graduate school, what I can do on top. And in command.

    He says, “I’ll enjoy having you work under me. I think you’ll enjoy it too.”

    We both laugh when I counter, “Don’t you mean me working on top of you,” but I can see that the smile on his face doesn’t reach to the eyes.

    Still, he’s more of a challenge for control than I’ve encountered from anyone before. He’s fucked me balls-aching dry. I’d almost forgotten that about him. Voracious.

    * * * *

    Dean Raffer, tall, elegant, impeccably groomed and dressed, flashes me a brilliant smile as I’m ushered into his office and sit in a chair facing his desk. He stands and comes around the desk, sitting almost sideways on the desk in front of me, the heel of one spit-polished tasseled loafer on the carpet, the other leg bent and dangling. Showing me a slim profile with a good chest–his studied “best side.” His crotch is puffed out in the tailored slacks. He’s hard–I could tell when he was watching me enter the room that he would be–and he wanted me to know it.

    Reaching over and grasping my knee with his manicured hand, the fingers long and strong. “We would love to have you on the faculty here, Robert. We could have ever so much fun.”

    Talking to my basket, not to my eyes, lips parted and tongue darting out. So sure of himself; sure all of the other recruitment efforts have settled it and he’s just in to establish that his needs are part of the deal.

    As I rise from his grip, I tell him I’m strongly considering it–but I’m not. I’m already thinking about the next college where I can interview. This is just the sort of stress and complicated life that is prompting me to leave Arizona. I can’t help it if I am the way I am–not that I really want to help it, mind you. I’m just too sexy for false humility.

    “What do you have on for dinner tonight?” he asks. “We could–”

    “Alas I have plans,” I answer, trying to show regret in my eyes, but the plane schedules back to Arizona already going through my head. If I call ahead, I know Joseph will drop everything and meet my plane. But it will cost me. Such is the burden of the world’s sexiest man.

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