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The sound of the toilet flushing took my attention away from the soft melody of the music in the background, not quite loud enough for me to recognize the tune, but something for me to try to concentrate on in my nervousness. I had no idea why I had agreed to this, why I was here.

It was a studio apartment, but the room was large. There was a living and dining area and even an exercise corner where I saw that he had parallel bars, both set low to the ground, the nearer at waist level and the one beyond that about a foot and a half lower. I shuddered at the thought of how he might use those.

Over in the far corner was the kitchen area, separated from the bigger room by a table-high, marble-topped counter. The marble had been cold. This is where he’d fucked me in the second and third positions the first time, starting with my legs folded against his hips, him palming and separating my buttocks, my torso reclining back toward that counter with my arms stiff and the heels of my hands pressing into the countertop to hold my body steady as he fucked me. He’d said he like an athletic fuck. It certainly had been that.

He also had said that he liked to have his partner doing the splits when he fucked him. We had gotten naked and he flopped down on his sofa and pulled me down on my knees between his spread thighs, obviously wanting a blow job, which I gave him, my teeth having trouble not clicking against the thick ring in the bulb of his cock. Then he pulled me up on the couch and we cuddled, rather belatedly, I thought, in some exploratory first-date fondling, which progressed to my being on my back against the arm of the sofa, my left leg crossing his chest, the ankle hooked on his shoulder, and him finger fucking me to an ejaculation.

After that he introduced splits fucking to me, starting with a cowboy splits position with him sitting in the middle of the sofa and me straddling his hips, facing him, and riding his cock, with my legs stretched straight out to either side in the splits and him holding my sides in his hands and fucking up into my ass. Then, without coming, he carried me, showing off how strong he was, to the kitchen counter, fucking me in the second position suspended in front of the counter and then in the third position before coming, facing the kitchen, my legs in the splits, my hands pressed into the cold marble in front of me, his hands pressing down on my knee joints to keep me in the splits position, and finished the first fuck by taking me from behind.

I had been completely submissive for him. He had made total submissiveness a condition for bringing me home with him, and I had wanted this fuck. He had wanted to fuck me with me doing the splits, and both of those positions certainly had been me doing the splits for him.

So was this. I was on my back on his bed, a wedge pillow under the small of my back, rolling my pelvis up. My legs were pulled straight from my sides, in the splits, and bound at the ankles on both sides of the bed, where he had a four-column metal stand, two columns each side, that joined under the bed. My arms were similarly stretched straight out from my body and tied off at the wrists on the other two columns.

I had agreed to be bound before he agreed to bring me here. I had wanted it badly. I had wanted it totally, and I had wanted it with the inventiveness and the challenge to flexibility he had described to me.

I turned my head to the nightstand and saw the used condom, thick as a sea slug, laying on a paper towel. He had said there would be three laying there, in a row, before he was done. I had had the image in my mind all the time he was driving me here.

The door to the bathroom opened and he strode out–all six and a half solidly built, muscular, hard-bodied feet of him, a handsome, black bull hunk. And a virile, vigorous stud as I had already found out and was promised more of. He was holding the base of his erect jet-black cock in one hand and rolling a condom on it with the other. He’d said he was eight inches long and an inch and a half thick, and I had no reason to doubt that from watching it as he moved toward me. He certainly was built big enough otherwise for that to be in proportion.

I did know that it had filled me and challenged me and stretched me–and satisfied me. My first black bull. I already had gotten what I’d hoped for from him, and more, and he wasn’t finished with me yet.

He was smiling–a friendly smile and, I hoped, a smile of satisfaction with how this was going. I certainly was doing all I could to make it pleasurable for him. I hadn’t said no to any of his demands.

“So, are we ready to go again?” he asked, as he came up on the foot of the bed on his knees.

I didn’t say no to this either.

He pushed his knees under my buttocks, positioning the bulb of his cock inside my now-gaping hole, grabbed my hips, thrust inside me, and immediately began to pump. I gave a little cry at the sudden, deep penetration, groaning and shuddering on how expertly he was working me. Leaning over my torso, he took my mouth with his in a French kiss–and without losing the rhythm of the fuck.

There had been no preparation this time, and there was unlikely to be any the next time. He did say he would have three ejaculations from anal penetrative sex–he would have sounded clinical when he said stuff like this if he didn’t say it with such conviction and seriousness–and I could have as many ejaculations of any type as I could manage. He estimated six, which almost made me hyperventilate as assuring as his claim was. I’d never had more than two in a session before. I’d already had two, and so I certainly couldn’t say this wasn’t good for me. There’d been preparation the first time, but it wasn’t needed now. I had been reamed to his requirements in the first twenty-minute fuck. I’d never had a black bull the length and girth of legends before, and he affirmed the legends. He’d said he could fuck vigorously at length, and he hadn’t lied. He’d also said he recovered quickly. That too proved to be true.

I now knew what they meant when they talked of black bulls.

He was using his cock to give me another orgasm, pulling the bulb out to my prostate and worrying that before causing me to jerk and arch my back to the extent I could and unsuccessfully try to break his kiss so that I could scream when he dove deep again and revolved inside me, giving attention to all of my walls with that thick ring he had in the bulb of the cock.

And, suspending my writhing, to tense up and break away from the kiss at last to gasp and cry out my release, I came again. As long as he made me come again and again like this, I was his.

“Three,” he said. He said he could provide six. I no longer doubted he could. He said it was the reward for giving him what he wanted. My balls already ached from the evacuation of three. I could only shudder at the thought of how drained I would feel after six.

He had told me that this would take no more than two hours from start to finish. I wondered if he’d ask me to spend the night or kick me out after I’d taken a shower and there were three sea-slug-thick used condoms lined up on the paper towel on the top of his nightstand.

I didn’t know if I’d be able to walk if he didn’t invite me to stay the night. But then I thought of how he would be rejuvenated enough to want it all over again in the morning. I groaned in fear–but also couldn’t deny the surge of energy that went through my body in anticipation of getting all of this again–his exotic fetishes; his hard, muscular body; his virility and vigor; his eight-inch, thick cock working my passage; the feel of running my hands over the hard muscles of his chocolate-brown skin. The thrill of my first black bull.

Stretched out and bound like this, all of my sensations concentrated on my channel and that churning cock. He’d said that would help me jack off repeatedly–that he’d take me to heaven repeatedly. I thought he was probably right. I could feel the next orgasm coming on already.

“Four,” he sounded out twenty seconds later. “At this rate you could have eight, although I seriously doubt you can produce that much cum in the time given,” he cheerfully and helpfully added, his voice floating out over my deep groan. “Ever had a dry jack off?” he asked. “They can roll on and on and be really intense. Hang in there; you’re doin’ great. You take the positions great and have a sweet ass. Keepin’ my pecker real hard here. Doin’ your job.”

My answering groan was even deeper.

* * * *

Josh had let me get to the restaurant before calling me to say that something had come up and he couldn’t make our date. I answered the call outside on the walk between the parking lot and the building and hesitated after the call, but I decided to go on in even though I was alone. I had to eat anyway, and I certainly was in the mood for something to drink. They sat me in the last booth but one in the back corner of the restaurant a few steps up from the bar. I ordered a bourbon chicken something or other appetizer and a beer. I was more thirsty than hungry.

I had some thinking to do. Josh had been in a snit since he’d asked me to move in with him and I said that I needed to think about it.

“What’s to think about?” he’d asked. “We have a good thing going.”

The problem was that I wasn’t sure about the good thing going. I was frightened at the prospect of a monogamous relationship with one man who I’d see every day and sleep with solely. Josh was nearly thirty, obviously ready to settle down. I was barely twenty-one and was still experimenting. I had a “so many cocks and so little time” attitude. The issue went beyond the settled relationship concept, though. Josh was OK as a lover. He was built and on the border of being hung, and he was good looking, had a good job, and was generous with his money. I didn’t know whether I was ready to be a kept man, though, and, truth be told, my experimentation had told me that I preferred someone more forceful, demanding, and inventive than Josh was. And I liked variety.

On the other hand, he was there when I needed to be fucked, and I did like to be fucked. When he got wound up, he became demanding, and I liked that too. I liked being controlled and forced–a bit more of that than Josh did, though.

I’d just about finished the chicken and had ordered another beer when a couple of guys were brought to the last booth down the line, which was behind me.

As they passed, I got a glimpse, first, of a slightly under height–like me–guy about my age, who was slim, dressed neatly, and walked gracefully, with a shy demeanor. I got the impression of a dark, sultry, Mediterranean look, which is how my friends often described me as well. The other guy was quite a contrast. He was built like a football player and was a deep chocolate brown. His features were more Caribbean than African in origin, and he strode along the aisle toward me with self-confidence, legs parted like he had a load between his thighs.

He and I made eye contact as they passed and his smile caused me to smile back and incline my head. There was something commanding about him that made me lower my head to him as if in submission. I recognized a dominator when I saw one, and it sent chills up my spine when I readily recognized him as one.

The white guy slipped into the seat backing on mine and the black guy went into the seat across the table from him. They ordered quickly. Their initial conversation, which I clearly could hear but no one else around us could, was on the food choices and their preferences until they had ordered. The white guy had a twangy tenor voice, I could tell by where it projected from, and the black guy more of a smooth, confident baritone. Ours being the last booths in the line there really was no one else nearby except when the waitress came by to deliver or check on the patrons. Next up from my booth was a drinks station, not another booth.

After the waitress took their order, they traded information on what part of town they lived in and whether in a rental apartment, a condo, or a house. The white guy was in a rental with two other guys; the black guy owned his own studio condo. The impression was established that the black guy made quite a bit more money than the white one did. They compared electronics and the white guy came out on the losing end of that. They briefly talked sports. The black guy followed college football, admitting that he’d played it in college on scholarship; the white guy followed pro basketball. He was enrolled at a local college. Religion was tossed out there, but wisely, I thought, dropped immediately. The black guy believed in sleeping in on Sunday mornings–preferably with a bed partner. “I like white tail on a Sunday morning,” he said.

He’d obviously thrown that out as an ice-breaking joke, although, as far as I knew, he was speaking the truth. He laughed at his joke; so did the white guy, but nervously and insincerely, and I’d heard the intake of breath from just behind my head. If the black guy was trying to cut to the chase, this should do it. It was Saturday night. The conversation on that stopped when the white guy said he was an Evangelical Baptist.

I realized at that point that these two guys were either meeting for the first time to do some sort of business or were on a blind date. If the latter, I thought, the religion issue should be enough to end the conversation and close out the date early–unless the white guy really wanted to be laid by a black stud, in which case they could fold up their tent now and get to it.

The “what do you see yourself doing in five years” question that next came up made me think they were strangers considering doing business together, and I was intrigued enough–and bored enough and at loose ends enough–to order another beer when the waitress came with my tab. The “five years” question was one I associated with dating, but the black guy responded in terms of business. He said he was a stock broker and hoped to have his own branch of his firm within the five years. The white guy, who was referred to as Ted, was still in college but also was a private high school–the Baptists again, apparently–gym assistant teacher. He saw himself as a vice principal in that time.

He also saw himself settled down in a steady relationship by then.

Then it became evident that the meeting wasn’t about business.

“Oh, I don’t think I will be,” Zack, the black guy said. “Five years from now I think I’ll still be moving around. I like to experience what there is out there–variety. Different kinds of guys, cruising like me, but they have to be fit.”

There was a bit of silence here and Zack picked up the conversation. “The gym angle was what caught my eye. And your age. I like dating younger guys. You look like you’re in great shape, and you walked loose, like you’re really flexible. I like that. You look like a gymnast.”

“You’re built too–more so than I am,” Ted answered. “You must spend half your free time in the gym. You’ve got great guns and definition.”

I’d noticed that too when I’d glanced at the black guy. He was dressed conservatively enough, but the way his clothes fit him accentuated his cut musculature. There was no surprise he’d played football in college.

“I am a gymnast,” Ted continued. “I took the fifth year at Temple to help the varsity team.”

“Bet you can do the splits all the way down,” Zack said, to which Ted answered in the affirmative.

I was really interested in the conversation now. First, obviously this was a blind date and the two were feeling each other out. They were gay. They were my kind of men. That piqued my interest right there. Beyond that, I was a gymnast too–but at U. Penn, so I didn’t recognize this guy. Temple wasn’t on U. Penn’s level. And, I thought with a bit of bravado, I probably could do the splits all the way down better than this Temple guy could.

My beer was half down, but I decided to nurse it. These guys were getting into more intimate talk, and maybe I’d find it arousing. My date with Josh was supposed to have ended in bed, and even if we were having a rough time in our relationship, I still was in the need of a fuck. Josh could be upset with me and still fuck me. It might even make the fuck more exciting.

“A gym teacher in a private school, eh. I guess that means you aren’t out yet.”

“No. You?”

“Sure. I think it makes me more interesting. It certainly makes cruising easier. So, was the file right? You like to take cock?”

I nearly choked on the swig of beer I was drinking when he said that.

A bit of silence preceded Ted’s response. “Well, I’ve done it both ways.”

“I only give cock,” Zack answered. “I think it said that on my profile.”

“Yes, it does,” Ted answered.

I felt a little warm at that–at Zack’s part of the discussion becoming pretty bald. I’ll take your cock, I thought, feeling the buzz of the second beer. I found that my hand had gone to my crotch and that it had found more than the usual mounding there. No way I was going anywhere as long as this conversation was spinning out.

“You pretty active?”

“Not really. But one gets curious, you know–wants to expand the circle of friends he’s comfortable with.” Ted was sounding like he was forming what he had to say carefully. “What about you?”

“Oh, you know, I fuck who I can when I can. They’ve got to be athletic, though–and submissive. I have my fetishes. So, are you the adventure and risk-taking kind? That wasn’t clear on your profile.”

“Do you mean do I go down on the first date? Or do I bareback?” Ted’s voice sounded tight.

“Well, I don’t do bareback–I go with too many guys. But, yes, do you fuck on the first date?”

I strained to hear Ted’s answer, but the waitress showed up just then to ask if I wanted anything else. I guess she was goosing me to pay my tab and clear the table. I ordered another beer, gulping the last couple of swallows in the one I had and giving the glass back to her.

When I could listen in again, it was sort of a shocking monologue from the black guy–I wanted to think of him as a black bull now, having heard the legends about black bulls and not having tried one yet, and he affirmed that right fast.

“A guy laying under me needs to be able to take eight inches hard–and, probably more important–an inch and a half thick.”

I had visions of Ted sitting there with his mouth hanging open in what he was being told he had to look forward to. Josh had told me that he was a little more than seven hard and thick–although he didn’t tell me how thick. And I was always begging him to give me more. So, eight inches–that would be a challenge, I would think–and something to look forward to.

“And the gymnast part that caught my eye. I use challenging positions. My favorite is putting my partner in the splits to fuck him. I have a set of useful parallel bars for that in my condo. And stamina. I can fuck twenty minutes at a time. I need a guy who will keep with me–and who doesn’t mind being bound during sex. And I have rituals. I do it three times with a rubber in a session, if I like the guy and he is completely submissive to me. I’ll give him five or six jack offs, but I get three with a rubber from the anal sex alone. I’ll come more often if the other guy gives good blow jobs, but only the ones earned inside a hole and wearing a rubber count officially. And I line my used rubbers up as I finish as some sort of victory celebration. Oh, and I have a Prince Albert–a PA, thick ring in my cock head. You’ve been fucked by a guy with a PA before, haven’t you?”

I couldn’t help myself. I swiveled my head to get another look at this guy. And I got a very clear look, because he now was the only guy in the booth. He’d been talking to the back of my head. Ted was gone–he must have left while I was talking to the waitress.

What in the hell was all that added sexy stuff for? It had made me hard and dripping.

“Don’t turn back, sweetheart,” Zack said–clearly and directly to me. “Come on over into my booth–beside me, not across from me–and I’ll stand you a drink and jack off your cock. Ever been done in a busy restaurant before?”

He had me at “come over into my booth” even though I considered the part about jacking me off in the restaurant as bravado. “But Ted–the other guy?”

“He left after the ‘would he fuck on the first date?’ question. I’ve been talkin’ to you since then, not him. I knew it wasn’t to be as soon as he told me he was a Holy-Roller Baptist. I recognize you. I’ve seen you at some gymnastic events at U. Penn. I know you can do splits, and I know that you stuck to your booth there to listen to us talk. I’m also friends with Niles, on your gymnastics team. He says you’re a great lay. I didn’t think I’d ever manage to get rid of that loser I’d been hooked up with. Come on over. No, slide in here beside me.”

As I slid into the booth, he had one arm snaking around my shoulder and the other hand went straight to my crotch.

“Hmm, I can tell you already want me. I don’t have to ask you if you take cock on the first date, do I?”

He proved me wrong about not jacking me off right there in the restaurant, making good use of one of the restaurant’s extra paper napkins.

* * * *

Showing me the strength he had, I was draped on Zack’s front, my legs hooked on his slightly crouched thighs to counterbalance my back being arched back, his arms embracing me around my waist, his teeth chewing lightly on my nipples, and my channel being bounced up and down on his cock when I shot my fifth load.

“Five!” he called out. “Moving right along.”

When I had ejaculated up his belly, he turned and frog marched me over to the parallel bars that I had been nervously eyeing for the hour and a half so far of this fascinating, invigorating fuck.

“Do the splits on the higher, nearer bar,” he commanded, “and arch back to the lower bar, neck on that towel wrapped around the bar and arms at a stretch. Open to me totally.”

I did as he directed, He pulled out of me long enough to lash my ankles in the splits to the higher bar and then returned and thrust his sheathed cock inside my channel and glided his hands down my inclined and stretched torso and latching onto my nipples with pinching fingers.

“I like my men in the splits on the first date when I fuck them,” he said, which I’d already heard him say more than once, “but on subsequent dates I like to get more athletic. They have to give me everything.”

I shuddered at the thought–at the scary thought–at the divine thought. I was getting exactly what I had been pining for that my relationship with Josh wasn’t giving me.

Five times. He’d exploded me over the moon five times. I’d walk on fire for a man who could give me five orgasms in one fuck session–even though it was sucking everything out of me and making my balls ache.

He nailed my ass again strongly and immediately began to pump. We were long past me needing time to open to him. He did me so well that I knew I’d open right up for him in the future just seeing him swagger toward me. The PA in his cock was caressing my walls, setting my muscles undulating, and driving me crazy for the fuck. He pumped on for some twenty minutes–I think he had an internal clock with the time set–periodically leaning over me to kiss and nibble at my nipples and to bring my head up for a kiss.

At the finish, he brought my torso up into a close embrace, covered me with kisses, stuck his tongue down my throat and gave me several long, deep strokes.

Wham! I came again. He released my mouth and muttered, “Six for you,” and then Bang! He tensed, jerked, cried out an “Oh, shit, Yes!” and filled the bulb of his third condom.

“And three for me in the ass!”

We remained like that for a few minutes, him embracing me, my legs still in bound splits on the higher rail.

“Do you do overnights and repeated fucks on the first date?” he whispered in my ear.

“Yes,” I replied.

“You’re a great first date. Niles was right. You’re a great lay, up for anything I want to take out of you. You won’t get all clutchy on me now, will you? It’s just a fuck session. I’ll call you to come to regularly, but you’re not moving in with me.”

I trembled at the “call you to come” to me statement. Master and slave. He could have me any time he wanted me.

“No.” All I wanted was that eight-inch cock of his with the ring in the bulb churning inside me from time to time and, Wham-Bang, six jack-offs in a session. I didn’t want to marry him.

“What will you let me do to you on a second date?”

“You bury that black cock in me to the hilt and give me multiple orgasms and you can do anything you want to me,” I answered.

Considering he proceeded to give me a seventh orgasm–and one of those balls aching rolling on and on dry orgasms–before we slept, I must have given him the right answer.

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I’ve been wanting to tell you guys more about Alex’s boyfriend but as you can tell from yesterday’s blog post, I’ve been busy adding more movies.

Right now I’m going to sit down and tell you guys what has been going on over the last week or so.  Last time I blogged about Alex and his boyfriend, Alex was going on his first ‘date’ with Adam (that is what I’m going to call him, not his real name).  I saw them running down the beach outside my house and Adam looked fucking hot.  They were both shirtless but were wearing shorts instead of speedos.

Alex texted me a couple of hours later saying they went back to Adam’s place, showered together in their speedos (the speedos didn’t stay on long) and they fucked each others brains out for a couple of hours.  Lucky bastard!!!

Over the next few days Alex and Adam would hook up pretty much every night.  Alex said the sex was great and as they got to know each other better Alex got to mention me, told Adam that he was his first ever guy other than me one on one (Alex and I have had threesomes and foursomes but I’ve always been the one to initiate it and Alex kind of just tagged along).  During their pillow talk Alex explained some of our sexual exploits (I have written all about them in rather graphic detail from Alex’s first time doing ‘anything’ to a foursome we had in Byron Bay).

Adam also explained some of his sexual activities.  Although being straight acting, Adam is out to his friends and family and is very much part of the lifestyle and has been for years.  So far Adam had been pretty gentle with Alex but Adam admitted that he loves being dominant.  Nothing too hardcore but he loves being the boss.

It was a couple of days after Alex mentioned this revelation to me that Alex broached the subject of Adam ‘dominating’ the two of us.  I’ve got a feeling this was exactly what Adam had wanted, I know it was what I wanted when I first heard of this.

I told Alex I was keen if he was but I didn’t want to get between him and Adam in any way.  Alex definitely liked Adam and I think there is a chance of them having a proper relationship, my interests right now are purely sexual.  He’d check with Adam and get back to me.  3 hours later, after fucking Adam, Alex got back to me via text/sms.

Adam thinks it would be awesome, how is tomorrow night at his place?

I’m in.

About 24 hours later, Alex picked me up.  As instructed I brought along my handcuffs, lube and condoms.  I was wearing my black lycra speedo brand speedos, Alex was wearing a pair of black lycra speedos and I would soon find out that Adam was also wearing a pair of black lycra speedo brand speedos (this was chosen because it is the only pair of speedos that all three of us owned that were identical.

Adam’s place was only 10 minutes drive and I could tell how excited Alex was.  I reached over, slipped my hand under Alex’s jeans and started rubbing his cock, I used my other hand to rub my own cock under my jeans.  We arrived at Adam’s place both 100% hard.

Before we could knock on Adam’s door, he opened it to reveal himself in all his glory.  This guy is really, really fit (hence why he and Alex met at a triathlon camp).  Adam was wearing a pair of black speedos and that was it.  Not only is he gorgeous, his smile was gorgeous and he welcomed us in.

Dave, I can’t believe I had never seen your blog before.  Like you, I believe in a ‘speedo only’ policy so get those jeans off boys.

Alex and I stripped our clothes off pretty quickly, while Adam watched us the entire time.

We moved into the living room, I had my little overnight bag with my sex kit in it but otherwise the three of us had nothing on our persons except our speedos.

Normally at my place, I like to let every chill out, have a drink, start talking about sex and speedos and lets things kind of start by themselves.  Adam was straight down to business….

Dave, you brought your handcuffs right?

Yep

Put them on Alex, behind his back.

While I did this, Adam picked up some rope.  Over the next 2 minutes I saw Adam sit Alex on the couh, tie his legs apart at the knees, and tie his chest so he could move too much.  When it was done I admired Adam’s rope skills.

Then Adam announced:

Alex, now Dave and I are going to fuck.

With that, Adam turned to me and we both started making out.  I was still hard from rubbing myself in the car, Adam started off semi hard but was 100% hard very quickly.  Standing in front of Alex we somehow got our cocks lined up and we were thrusting against each other while we made out.

Surprisingly, it didn’t take long before Adam started shuddering and came in his speedos.  He broke off our kiss and I could see the cum soaking through his speedos.

So much for the ‘fucking’, I think Adam just got really hot really quickly.  I wasn’t complaining though it was a little weird me just standing there with a raging hard on in my speedos.

Adam removed his speedos, careful to keep as much cum inside them as he could.

Pull your cock out Dave.

As I pulled my rock hard cock out the right leg of my speedos Adam came behind me and started jerking me off.  He had his speedos in his left hand.  I was standing there, 2 feet from Alex, enjoying the view of Alex’s cock straining the front of his speedos as Adam jerked me off.  It took me a little while, probably because of the slight weirdness of it all but I did start to cum and Adam held up his cum soaked speedos and I unloaded into them.  Adam used his speedo to wipe up all the cum.

While I tucked my cock back in, Adam moved over to Alex and thrust the cum covered speedos all over Alex’s face.  Alex isn’t a huge cum lover, he has swallowed me a few times but only when he is super horny.  Right now, Alex was super horny and he did what Adam told him.

With his speedos in Alex’s face, Adam did reach down and rub the front of Alex’s speedo.  It wasn’t long until Alex was cumming in his speedos.  As I watched it I could see Alex thrashing around a little but his mouth was muffled from the speedos in his face and he couldn’t move that much because he was bound so well.  I was watching the front of his speedos and the first indication that he was cumming was his cum appearing through them.

A little weird but it was still pretty hot.

Adam untied Alex, put his speedos back on and finally asked us if we’d like a drink.

For the next hour the three of us chilled out, I sat on a couch opposite Alex and Adam who sat next to each other and it was fun watching their hands never be still.  After two drinks the three of us were horny again.

This time Alex got spit roasted.  Adam was fucking him while he sucked me off while jerking himself off.  Adam came first again so I went around and fucked Alex…. this time he came just before I started cumming.

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PART 2

I am lying there with the moonlight highlighting my man’s sexy body.  I could not believe that two weeks ago we started having sex and now we are getting so close.  I can feel his cum still sliding out of my ass.  I have learned that he loves being a cop.  He has a brother and sister both of which are police officers as well.  I have not met them yet but hope to soon.  In fact, we meet up for dinner, talk, eat and then have sex each night.  Some of the weekends we spend them in bed but if one of us works we are usually texting.  I was laying there wondering what he was like in his everyday world.  We never go out.  I think I am getting paranoid.  When I get paranoid my mind starts going in all directions.  All of a sudden I see Simone’s sexy eyes open.  I feel a smile on my face and I lean in and gently kiss his lips.  Over the evening he has a little bit of a beard forming.  He is the type of man that must shave every morning or it looks like he has not shaved for days.  He smiles and kisses me back. 

“Why are you awake?” he says.

“I could ask you the same thing.” I said with a smile.

“Fair enough!  But it is about time to wake up.”

“I know and a long day at work ahead of us.”

“I know a way to make it better.” He said with an evil grin.

I know what that means and jumped up.

“Where you going?”

“To take a shower.  Do you want to join me?”

He was up in one jump and headed behind me.  He was whistling at my ass.  His cell started ringing.  He yelled “Babe start getting the water warm and I will be right there.”

I could hear his mumbling on the phone but could not make out any of the words.  Next thing I knew he  entered the room and sounded serious saying “Change of plans.  I am sorry but I have to be going.  Major things at work and they need me there ASAP.”

“Oh” I said sadly.  Putting my head under the water, I felt his arms wrap around me from behind.  I could feel his hairy chest on my back.  He kissed the back of my neck.

“I really am sorry!”

“I know I was just rinsing off as I thought you would need to take a quick shower before you went in.”

“Thanks but I have a few minutes so turn around.” And looking into my eyes leaned in and kissed me deep.  A moan comes from my throat just from his lips kissing mine.  Feeling his strong arms wrap around me and begin to lift me up.  I wrapped my legs around his waist.  I felt the head of his massive cock pressing at my hole.  He nibbled my neck as I felt pressure and the head slowly entering me.  Again I moaned deep and leaned into him.  I placed my head on his shoulder then I turned and kissed him.  Slowly feeling him spread my hole open.  No matter how often we have sex I love him inside me.  I love him stretching me open.  I love when he moans and just then he moaned into our kiss as the head pops into my loins.  He turned and laid me on the floor of the shower as he started pumping his love stick deep into me.  I was feeling his 10 thick inches into me hard and then almost out of me and then deep back into me.  He looked into my eyes and I was a deep need in his eyes.  I had not even touched my cock when I thrust forward and with a deep loud groan I started cumming all over his chest.  As my ass clamped down on his rod he started throbbing inside me.  I could feel his cum filling me up. 

“I am sorry but we have to get cleaned up.”

“Thank you babe!”  I moaned loudly and then kissed him.

We cleaned up quickly.  Got dressed and as we were going out the door I kissed him.

“Love you!” I said as we walked out.

“I am sorry I had to rush.  I will talk to you soon.”

That was strange response I thought.  I unlocked my door and watched him run down the steps.  I entered my cold dull apartment.  It has not been the same being in there alone now.  I really miss him already.  Boy I have it bad!  I truly know I am in love with him and I am in 100%.  I make some food and head out. 

As I was locking my door my best friend, Darlene, exited her apartment two doors down.  “Hey” she said.  She was sounding very sad.

“Dar, you ok?”

“Yeah me and Carl broke up last night.”

“Why did you not call me?  I am always there for you.”

“Well when it happened you were begging for the stud to do deeper.”  She smiled.

“Sorry, didn’t know you could hear.”

“Honey at least one of us was having fun.  I also knew I would see you today.”

“Want to do lunch?”

“Absolutely!  Thanks babe got to run.”

With the date set and a kiss on the check she was gone with a bounce.  Boy that women has the energy.  I think if she ever finds a man that can keep up with her they would be able to fuck for days.  I laughed to myself as I walked to the office.  I had a slow morning and was standing and watching out the window of my travel agency.

The street was humming with activity and all I could think about was Simone.  I was imaging his dark hair, sexy blue eyes, his massive arms and chest.  I was starting to get hard.  I grabbed my phone and off went a text.  “Simone thank you again for last night and this morning.”

In walked an elderly couple wanting to take a trip to Europe.  So an hour later they were leaving as Darlene bounded through the door.

“Looks like you are doing better.” I said with a smile.

“Of course, I will miss him but I was the one that kicked his ass to the curb.”

“Let me lock up and we will had to the diner down the street.  So tell me what happened?”

“He wanted to move in.  I told him hell if I liked him that much he would have already been there.  Of course he looked confused.  I told him all he was for me was someone to fuck me when I wanted it.  I did not like him and I did not like anything else about him but his dick.” She was laughing about it now. “I just hate being lonely.  I want someone to love.  What about you Jake?”

“I think I found him Dar.  I realized I was so deep in love today I can’t take it being apart.”  With that comment it made me realize I had sent the text.  I pulled out my phone and saw no response.  Well he must be busy.  She must have seen the look on my face.

“What is wrong?”

“This morning we were headed to the shower and he received a phone call.  Next thing I know we were headed out of the apartment.  He said it was work but I told him I loved him and he did not acknowledge.  I sent a text 2 hours ago and no response.  I just..”

She interrupted me, “Control your mind Jake.  You know how you get.  He is very busy just give it time.”

“OK” I said sadly.

Every time I get home I look next door and think about him.  I have stated laying around the apartment at night and will find a tear running down my cheek.  I have not heard anything from him in a week.  Returning home from work I was exhausted.  I looked over at his mailbox and remembered the day we met right there in the lobby.  As I came up the stairs I noticed a note hanging on my door.

The note read, “Jake, I have been really busy.  I am sorry but we need to talk.  Simone”

I stopped cold in my tracks and went down to Darlene’s.  Knocking there was no answer.  I went back to my apartment and sent a text.  “Dar when you get home come to my apartment”

She responded, “Hey what’s wrong?”

“I need to talk!”

“I am almost home about 15 minutes.”

She knocked and when I opened the door she saw tears and entered with a warm hug.  I handed her the note as I poured us both a glass of wine.  She looked at me and looked confused.

“I am not sure why you are crying over this.”

“I have not heard a thing from him and now I receive this note.  He has found someone else and is breaking up with me.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Because I am not this lucky to find the man of my dreams.  I knew it was too good to be true.”

“STOP!  You are the best guy I know and you deserve the best.  If he wants a good guy then that is you.  He just said he wants to talk.  Maybe it is about why he has been gone.”

“You might be right.  I just really miss him.”

“I know but it will be ok.  Let’s go to a movie to get your mind off of this.”

“Ok”

We ended up with a tube of popcorn watching a movie and she picked a comedy so I ended up laughing and I ended up feeling better.  She wanted to go to a bar for a few but I was exhausted and left her there and went home.  As I was unlocking my door I heard Simone’s door open.  My heart went to my throat as I looked over.  Coming out of his door was the sexy hot man I saw when he moved in.  The beefy guy was about 5’9” and 175 pounds of pure muscle.  He had short buzzed black hair with blue eyes and sexy large arms.  I could see his sexy hairy legs as he was locking the door.  He calf muscles that were buldging.  They big mounds of muscle.  All of a sudden my heart dropped to my stomach.  He turned smiled at me and I saw his eyes move up and down my body and a soft “mmm mmm” come from his mouth as he dropped down the stairs quickly.  I was frozen in place.  Was he sleeping with Simone?  I made the decision to go and confront this now.  I knocked on the door and no answer.  As I stood there I knew he had to be in there.  As a cop he would never let a stranger in the apartment without him.  Sent a text to Darlene.  “He is sleeping with a much more muscular man than me.”

“WHAT?”

“Come home”

“Ok on my way”

She arrived and did not knock she used her key.  “What happened?”

I explained and she just hugged me.  I am sorry.

“He went with someone that looks a lot like him, a pure hunk of a man.”  I said with a sigh..

She stayed until I fell asleep.  The next several days were tough.  I had to work but my heart and brain were not in it.  About time to head home late that week my phone buzzed.  “Hey what are your plans tonight?”

It was from Simone.  I was so excited and then felt the anger at the same time.  I texted back, “oh I have a date. You?”

“Oh ok”

That was it.  Nothing else.  About time I got home I could hear him in his apartment.  I could not keep up this charade I still loved him and I had to know.  So I walked down took a deep breath and knocked.  The door opened and I lost my breath.  He always takes my breath away.  My eyes just took in all 6’2” of this muscle man but then I met those eyes and I saw a tear forming in them.

“Oh hi are you headed to your date?” I could hear the hurt in his voice and was so confused.

“I do not have a date.  I was trying to make you jealous and I did not want to confront you and look at you as you broke up with me.  But I figured it was better to get it over with.”  Tears dropped from my cheeks as I spoke.

“What the hell you mean?  I am not going to break up with you.  Get your ass in here.”

I walked in and sit on the sofa.  “Where did that come from?”  He said as he handed me a drink.

“You had left me a note we needed to talk.”

“Well we do but that does not mean I was ending this.”

“But I saw the guy you have been seeing leaving your apartment when I came home a little early one day.”

“What?”  He looked very confused.

“Five days ago he was leaving your apartment and even checked me out.  He was more built than me and..”

He cut me off and said did he look a lot like me but a little shorter with more muscles.  I thought about it and responded, “Yes.”

He started laughing uncontrollably and I could not figure what was funny as I was hurting.  He got up walked over got his phone and a couple minutes later showed me a picture.  “Was this him?”  I looked and respond with a shake of my head as I could not form the words.

He moved closer.  Took my chin with his finger under it and lifted my head to look at him.  My skin went on fire just from his touch.  Looking in his eyes my heart was so in love with him but I was trying not to be.  He leaned forward and gently kissed my nose and then my lips.  He then wiped away my tears. 

Listen to me ok and don’t you speak until I am finished.  Look into my eyes so you can see I am telling the truth.

“Almost two weeks ago I woke up in my bed to see you laying there looking at me.  All I knew when I looked at you was this is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.  I just didn’t know how to say it.  I was thinking in that moment I was going to get with Darlene that evening to work a way to romantically tell you my heart was yours forever.”

I took a breath to speak and he stopped me.  “Not a word please I have to explain.”

He grabbed my hand and looked deep into my eyes.  “As we were headed to the shower my phone rang.  It was my boss and he was telling me about somethings that happened over night.  There was an opportunity to go undercover and he wanted me to do it.  I looked to the bathroom and heard the water and I knew my plans with you was going to have to wait.  He was telling me if I was able to find the evidence they needed I could probably get a detective job I wanted.  I had been wanting a detective job for the last couple of weeks because it would allow me better hours and more time with you.  Are you following me so far?”

Tears streaming down my face and my inside in knots, I just nodded.

He continued, “I can’t give details about the case but I was all the time thinking of our future.  I had to surrender my personal cell phone when I got to the office.  When I saw it this morning it made my heart drop seeing your text.  I love you more than life itself and would do anything to protect you.  Don’t you see how much I care about you?”

“But you didn’t say it!”  I blurted out before I could think.  He looked at me very confused.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“The day you left.  I felt you were pushing me out so I kissed you and told you I loved you.  All you said was, I am sorry I had to rush.  I will talk to you soon.” As I looked up at him I saw a tear drop from his cheek. I had to continue to get it off my chest, “You then never answered my text, you never told me you would be away, and then to see that man leaving your room hurt me deep.”

“I never meant to hurt you that deeply Jake.  I was so concentrated on some of the details of the case the boss gave me over the phone.  I didn’t know I had to give up my personal phone until we were walking out the door as I was going to call you later on.  I handlers around me and listening to everything.  And look at me Jake. I have never thought of being with anyone but you since we first met in the lobby that day.  I know I didn’t know if you were gay or straight but I knew I was going to try before I ever looked anywhere else.  You are the hottest man I have ever seen and I am lucky to have you and to have your love.  The man you saw leaving my apartment.”  He looked deep into my eyes as he paused and I could see he was being honest.  “That was my brother Alex.  He came to my apartment to grab some files from my computer.  He never told me he saw you and I will take that up with him later.”

“Oh my God!  That’s was your brother?  Why was he checking me out?” I was deflecting from the fact that on the first day I saw him I jerked off in the shower dreaming of him, but that was before I met Simone.

“Who knows but he is 100% straight.  Also I think he would fall for Darlene if she ever broke up with the loser she is dating.  He knows a lot about you and knows I love you more than I have anyone.  My sister wonders how I found someone so great but can’t wait to meet you.”

I interrupted, “That is another problem I have been thinking.  I was wondering if you were ashamed of me because we never go out and never have met your family.”

“No I have had so many plans to take you out but then I see you walk in my door and I want you all to myself.  I enjoy our talks and then I have to just take you to bed and show you my love.”  He was still tearing up.

“Thank you” I reached up and wiped his tears away from his cheeks.

“For what?  Hurting you this bad.  I am sad when I see the pain I caused you.”

“So did you accomplish your goals of taking the case?”  I asked.

“Most of them.  I have one left and I was going to make this more romantic but this is a good time.”  He looked into my eyes and dropped to his knee and held my hand.  “Would you be with me now and forever?  Would you Jake make a life with me?  Would you make me the luckiest man in the world to have you grant me you in my life?”

I was crying with joy now and started shouting “YES…YES…YES..YES” I was interrupted with him pressing his lips to mine and just kissing me and holding me.  “Jake I promise to never be a dick again and hurt you like that.  I am here to protect you until I die.”  I sank back in his arms.  “What now?” 

Simone said, “Well we need to either move me into your apartment or you into mine?”

“As long as I am in your arms I do not care which apartment.” I said.  “Can we plan a party to meet people in your life?”

“Sure anything you want.”

We talked for hours and I realized how crazy I was being.  He explained some of the case and we fell asleep.  We were both off the next day and we took a run together to the farmer’s market.  I felt pride when I would see guys look at my man and I knew I was his.  I explained to Simone that Darlene was now single and we were going to set her and Alex up at our party.  I found out that his sister Susan was married and was trying to have a child with her husband.  His mom and dad live about 30 minutes away from us and are supportive all their children in every way.  They do not know about me yet but we plan on them knowing soon.  We spent our weekend out in the city doing things we both liked to do.  We came back to the apartment to start inviting people and planning the party.  Darlene came next door to the apartment and we explained everything.  She was very happy for us and asked that we moved to Simone’s apartment as it was a little bigger and newer but closer to her.  So we agreed and spoke to the landlord on Monday.

The next two weeks flew by before the party.  The day of the party we explained if people got drunk it was ok we still had a second apartment to use to sleep over.  I had taken the day off but the night before I got home to all candles and then nicest smells. 

“Hey honey I am home.” I yelled.

He smiled coming from the bedroom, “I never get tired of hearing that.  I love you babe welcome home.”

“Thank you and I love you too.  What smells so good?”  I asked.

“Dinner! Duh!” He laughed and said, “Sorry you left that one open.”

I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around him.

“I love you so much.” He turned around and kissed me deep.  “I love you too Jake”

“So what is for dinner?” I asked.

“Salad, steak and baked potatoes.  I am trying a new recipe.  Get washed up and it will be ready in five minutes.”  I walked away to the bedroom and came back in shorts and tshirt.  He turned around with plates in hand and I heard, “DAMN!”

I laughed.

“You still take my breath away!  You are so HOT!”

“Thank you! And you do the same to me.”  I answered with a smile.

We enjoyed a nice dinner and conversation.  As he picked up the dishes and placed them in the sink, I asked, “What is for dessert?”

“I was hoping you made dessert.”  He had a sly smile.

“Oh I forgot I guess you have to settle for me.”  I smiled back.

He chased me down the hall and tackled me on the bed.  Oh how I love his warm body pressed to me.  You could tell he was more desperate then normal.  The urge was greater and with that thought he reached up and jerked down the ass of my shorts.  I turned to look at him but he was not there.  I then felt his tongue on my ass.  He licked that hole like it was his dessert.  I smiled as I moaned into the bed.  I felt him rise behind me.  And then I felt the pressure of his big cock entering my ass.  His large girth spreading my ass wider and all I could do was groan.  Then after sliding all 10 inches deep inside of me he leaned over and wrapped his arms around me as he was on my back.  I was supporting both our weight with my arms.  He nibbled my ear and neck.  He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “You are as tight as the first time I made love to you.  You feel so good!”

“You feel good too!”

He then proceeded to start moving his cock inside me.  He started rocking it in and out.  He was getting deeper and more desperate with each pump inside me.  He knows how to drive me crazy.  After 5 minutes of him fucking me, I asked him to let me look at him as he made love to me.  He knows I love to watch his face as he goes deeper.  He then flipped me over and plowed back into me with a load groan.  I placed my legs up on his shoulders as he pushed them to my chest.  Kissing me deep and looking into my eyes.  He made love to me with so much love but with so much want and desire.  He started to reach for my cock and I moved his hand away.  He looked at me with puzzled look.

“I want to show you what you do to me and cum for you without touching it.”

He smiled and pushed harder.  Taking long deep strokes in my ass, I squeezed his love muscle with my ass and he groaned loudly.  He looked at me and saw my face.  I could not speak but did start moaning at the top of my voice.  He had my ankles in his hands as he was plowing me.  He noticed as I was curling my toes and my fingers gripping the sheets that I was going to cum.  My cock started jerking and long ropes of cum started shooting in the air.  Several loads hit above my head and then some on my hairy chest.  “WOW” he said.  He took his hands and started rubbing my cum into chest and as he looked into my eyes he groaned.  Then he through his head back and with a scream started unloading in my ass.  I felt at least 8 jerks of his cock.  He dropped down placing his head on my chest.  Catching his breath before looking up in my eyes.  “I love you so fucking much!” he said almost breathless. 

He continued once he finished taking a long deep kiss from my lips, “You are fucking amazing that your big cock shot that huge load.”

“I think the credit goes to you for making it cum without touching it.”

He just smiled and rolled onto his back.  We ended up drifting off to sleep.  I was up at 5 a.m. to start cooking for the party.  He looked at me stretching in the hallway.  

“Hey babe, good morning.”

“Morning stud” I responded with a smile.

I walked up to him rubbed his sexy chest as I kissed him deep.  He moaned.

“Are you trying to get another round like last night?  If so you have made a good start.”

“No time I just love you and I wanted you to know it before heading to work.  Now get dressed!”  I stated as I smacked his tight sexy hairy ass.

“Yes sir”

With a laugh he disappeared back into the bedroom.  He emerged 20 minutes later dressed in his suit and looking so damn hot that I had to think about taking him back to bed.  Noticing that detective badge sparkling which made me smile.  He came up where I placed a plate at the bar and he smiled.

“You made me breakfast?”

“Duh?” I said with a smile.  “I can’t have my man going out without building up his energy.  Not after I drained that energy last night.”

He smiled, “Thanks babe.”

He ate as we talked.  Talking about the party and how excited we both were.  We had invited my friends and his to mingle together, as they will be from now on, since we are now forever linked.  I went down the hall to help Darlene while Simone started greeting everyone.  Darlene and I were talking and she said, “I have to ask how big is Simone?”  She was smiling.

“Did you hear us again last night?” I laughed.

“Did I ever!  You too we getting me turned on.”  I laughed so hard.

After a moment of laughs I said, “Glad to help out.  That makes me think about something I have been meaning to talk to you about.  Alex, Simone’s brother is coming to the party and we want you both to meet.” 

She groaned, “You know I do not like to be setup.”

“I know but this was Simone’s request.  He thinks you are just his type and he really wants to see if you hit it off.  If you do hit it off and he is anything like his brother then you will be MORE than satisfied.”

She grinned, “Well that leads back to you answering my question.  How big?”

I motions with my hands, “This thick and 10 inches long.”

“Ok I will meet him but no promises.”

We both entered the party.  As we were making our way to the bar Alex was in front of me with a smile.  I shoved out my hand and realized just how much him and Simone did look alike.  Instead of taking my hand he hugged me tight.  After the hug he said, “Thank you for making my brother happy.  I have never seen him this happy.  Oh and sorry about the day I saw you in the hallway.  I looked you up and down and knew why he was so happy.”

“Thank you and this is Darlene.”

“Oh you are the one that is supposed to be my type.  You are beautiful!  Mind if we go talk and get to know each other.”

“Not at all.”  She stated and as she walked away she winked in my direction.

I also got to meet his sister and sexy brother-in-law.  Needless to say we all hit it off, including Darlene and Alex.  We spent the next three nights trying to out scream each other through the wall.  We both are living very satisfied lives at the moment.

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Initiation into the Brotherhood of ‘Beta Kappa Alpha’ was quite rough throughout the years. There was never a dull moment for freshmen. Between constantly running for beer during a giant party, cleaning up the living room from all the vile happenings of said parties, or constantly being picked on by my elder frat brothers everyday was an adventure. Being a freshmen in college was hard enough, but I tried my hardest just to fit in. I thought this was my best way to meet new people quickly. Plus the housing was cheaper than a dorm room with some random as a roommate. Almost everyday in the house there was a wild party usually consisting of half naked girls too drunk to walk by the end of it. The really drunk ones were always laying around as I cleaned up the next morning after my classes. After months of hard work cleaning the house from top to bottom I was finally being bumped up in the rankings. They probably had found another poor sucker to take my spot, but I wasn’t complaining. I had no idea what this new position was. The brothers keep the rankings very secret. Anything would be better than the disgusting smell of old beer every morning. The ranking isn’t talked about at all in the fraternity, you just know who you take orders from and who’s above you. The middle is quite a blurry line. After my afternoon class I headed to the frat house ready to receive my new rank. The house was dirty as a new freshmen brother ran around cleaning up the giant piles of beer cans and bottles everywhere. I smiled as I walked by him, heading to the basement of the house where the rituals took place as an age old tradition. Dodging stray cans and women’s underwear was quite the feat. What a mess.

The stairs creek as I descended into the dark basement. The room was dimly lit as I navigated down the narrow stairway. Panties and bras littered the railing making me choose to not use the hand rail. My foot accidentally knocked over an empty beer can as it clang loudly. The room itself was carpeted and very cozy. A pool table, a couch, a rather large T.V. with a few gaming consoles with games everywhere were the focal point, with a handful of random posters hung about aimlessly. Most of them of half naked women. The random ladies underwear and beer cans continued a unique decorating scheme even into the room itself. Two brothers stood in the middle of the room. They were laughing at the can I kicked as it rolled under the couch. I approached the two brothers standing beside the pool table waiting for me. They were the brothers who had helped me get into the frat in the first place. One of the brothers who stood in front of me, the taller one, I knew quite well. His name was Tim. I had seen him around the house at all the parties, oddly enough not making out with a girl or drinking like crazy like the other brothers did everyday. I was relieved to see him here, however I wasn’t sure who the other brother was beside him.

“Not very many brothers get to see this room, you should be honored brother.” The other brother spoke as I approached him.

“I am honored, brother.” I stopped in front of the two. He smiled as he started walking towards me.

“Do you know why we chose to promote you?”

“Perhaps it’s my work in the house?” I asked weakly, following him with my eyes as he walked around me. Tim stood where he was, a cute smile on his caramel face.

“You’ve been quite an asset to the fraternity. A lot of the boys have taken a liking to you.” I smiled, but he continued as he stopped behind me out of my sight. “Tim was the reason you got into this Brotherhood, and he’s to watch over this meeting.”

I felt proud of my accomplishments and relieved to be done cleaning the giant messes every night. Beer cans clang loudly from the floor above. I cracked a slight smile as a brother had begun to yell at the new initiate for causing the abrupt noise.

“Now, there are two paths for you to take.” He returned in front of me after a rather long pause behind me. “We have a newer path for brothers to take, one that is quite fun for some. The other is the standard path where you will be accepted into the Brotherhood of Beta Kappa Alpha and rise through the rankings like all of us have done before you.”

“What’s the newer path?” I asked without really thinking about what I was saying. I wondered why I would even bother. Perhaps it was just another way to force us to clean up after them. Who the hell wants that?

“It’s a rather unique path and it’s one that is respected by all the Brothers. There’s only one position, and it has a lot of duties and tasks to it. But the ones who enjoy that work find their job very rewarding.” A puzzled look crossed my face as the elder Brother spoke, “It’s a sub-division of the Sorority across the street.” Now I was very confused.

“What do you mean?” My voice cracked. ‘What on earth would the sorority have to do with this rank?’

Tim emerged and stood next to the elder Brother.

“It’s hard to explain really but know that you will be respected outside of your duties, as long as you do them well.” The elder Brother eyed me as Tim stood infront of me.

For some reason I kept thinking of taking the more straight forward route through the Brotherhood, but the other position had me wondering. And how could it be a part of the Sorority?

“Is there any way I’d know if this path was for me? I’m curious, but don’t want to make the wrong choice.” I hesitated with my mind telling me to just go the normal path. I just couldn’t stop asking what that other path was all about.

Tim walked up to me and reached towards me. In an instant he had pulled my shorts down before I had a second to react. I stood there in my underwear with my shorts down around my ankles. Except I wasn’t wearing a normal pair of underwear. It actually was a very lacy woman’s red thong. I stood in disbelief that this situation was happening. My face turned redder than the thong as I tried to cover back up as quickly as possible. Tim grabbed my hands stopping me before I could pull my shorts all the way back up. My body trembled as my naked bottom was exposed. I was so embarrassed. I only wore these on days I was feeling extra sexy, but that feeling was long gone at this second.

“I think this path might be good for you.” The elder Brother said as he patted my shoulder.

I was nervous and shocked. Before I could say anything to him he began to walk up the stairs, closing the door behind him. Tim began admiring the very cute underwear I was wearing.

“Tim please don’t tell anyone.”

His big hands had grabbed my bottom and squeezed. I had a very nice pale, juicy plump butt. I stood shorter than most of the brothers at 5’5. I was very thin, brown hair, and had hazel eyes. I loved wearing women’s underwear which I usually did around the frat house in secret. It was easy to pass off any pairs lying around in my room as a random girls if they ever did question me. However getting caught wearing them was a different story. Tim leaned into me as his big hands squeezed my butt.

“I saw you bending over when you were cleaning the house. Who do you think came up with the idea of this new position?”

His body pushed against mine as he towered over me. I bit my lip as I was taken over with pure adrenaline and pleasure. My heart was nearly beating out of my chest at that point. He removed his hands from mine. He took a step back to admire me. His hands ran up my stomach, catching my shirt and lifting it up. I was beyond nervous, but Tim helped me take off my shirt and expose my whole naked milky body to him. I was still shocked and saw the whole situation as surreal. I stood in front of a tall, tan gentlemen wearing nothing but a cute red lacy thong. My heart pounding and my legs shaking with unnatural excitement. I stood there motionless. The butterflies in my stomach preventing me from doing much other than shyly giggling at him. My eyes met his as he kissed me on the lips softly, his tongue dancing with mine. He grabbed my right hand and guided it towards his cock. My fingers brushed it through his jeans. I exhaled deeply and went for it. I grabbed onto his cock. My body trembled as my hand felt his massive cock growing in his jeans. The size of it matching his overall stature. His tongue shot into my mouth in response to me grabbing him. My mind told me to keep going. We kissed for a while with my hand firmly on my growing prize. I ran my other hand up the front of his body sliding under his shirt. My legs felt weak just thinking of the situation. He broke the lust filled kiss as we both gasped for air. His face always had a beautiful smile. It’s almost like it was painted on.

Tim undid his jeans while I stood there watching him. Ours eyes met. He pulled his jeans and boxers down. I gasped. Staring directly at his enormous member it twitched as a soft breeze from an open window hit it. It was way bigger than any of the toys hidden in my room. It was 10′ long, give or take. It stood completely straight, with a very slight curve to his left. His cock has a few veins popping out. The most intimidated thing was his girth. It was slightly smaller than my wrist and continued to get wider the closer to the base you got. His head was a bright pink. He was trimmed, but the shaft was completely smooth. His testicles were also smooth. They reminded me of two baseballs. They hung down a little ways between his muscular thighs. It was quite the sight. I reached my shaking hand out towards the massive cock while my eyes were practically glued to it. My fingers glided across the head as I touched the flesh of his rock hard cock. They gently stroked just the tip of him. I exhaled deeply feeling how warm and hard he was. I began to work the shaft a little with my hand. I started slow and enjoyed the feeling of him. Tim smiled at me with my other hand still on his chest. He did me the favor of taking off his shirt while I played with him. His muscular tan body caught my eyes immediately.

“Oh my god.” I moaned to him taking in the sight.

I ran my hand up and down his tone body. I couldn’t stop moaning and gasping at him as we stared into each other eyes. My other hand jerked him off. I was overtaken by the sheer size of his cock. A tiny drop of precum accumulated from all the stroking. I knew my way around a cock.  From the looks of it  I guess Tim thought I was very sexy today as well. My legs weren’t shaking as bad as before, but the sight of his now fully erect cock had them going all over again. Tim’s large hands grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down onto me knees. My hand ran down his stomach. I wasn’t about to remove my other one. I froze motionless as my eyes stared at the large member dangling directly in front of me. The precum teasing me, my mind telling me to lick it and the butterflies in my stomach making me feel anxious and worried. Tim smiled down at me with a very caring look on his face. His movements were very gentle but insistent. His strong hands still on my shoulders. In what seemed like a second I went from not wanting to clean up beer cans to wearing nothing but a cute thong and a large cock inches from my drooling mouth. My tongue covered my lips with saliva as I stared up at him teasingly. His hips moved towards me. My lips touched just the head of him. The taste of his sweet precum taking only a moment before making me quiver even more as it touched my lips. It tasted wonderful to me. It made me want more. I tried to savor the taste as long as possible. Letting it flood my taste buds as it dripped into my mouth onto my tongue. Breathing deeply the smell of musk and sex enveloped me. His genitalia had a very arousing smell. Slightly sweaty but very manly and potent. Tim used his hand to rub the head of his massive dick against my wet, succulent lips. His attempts at teasing me were working very well.

“Come on now, you can’t tell me you don’t want to suck it. I promise no one will know. And if you don’t like it we can always just make you a second-tier Brother and not mention this to anyone.” His deep and stern voice made me feel even more wonderful about everything.

Don’t get me wrong, having his massive dick just inches away from my mouth already had my motor purring. The taste of the precum made me want to give into his needs and experience how fun he could be in bed. I smiled up to him as I inhaled deeply, his manly musk turning me on even more.

“I’m just glad I wore my cute underwear today” I giggled to him.

Before he could respond my tongue danced around the head of his dick. He sighed, taken back by how quickly I had made my choice. My tongue worked fast. Precum dripped out of Tim’s cock. Those large baseball sized testicles dancing with excitement. I hungrily lapped up the precum as quickly as it leaked out. Tim’s throbbing cock twitched as my lips ran up and down his shaft. Another larger drop accumulated for me. My tongue raced from the base of his cock up to the head. I made sure to get all of the precum. I even sucked softly on the head to ensure I did. Swallowing my tasty treat Tim let out a sigh of pure pleasure as his body jerked backwards. I giggled up to him as it did. My cheeks were a bright red now. The head of Tim’s large cock entered my waiting mouth. I drooled on the head while sucking. More of that tasty precum landed directly onto my tongue for me to enjoy. It slid down my tongue, coating every taste bud. I let out a lustful moan as my lips released his head. I glanced up at Tim, staring at him. He watched me play with him. I grabbed one of his huge testicles and fondled it. His body pushed forward and my lips let him enter my wet mouth. I continued to stare up at him as I playfully flicked his head with my tongue. I never felt so sexy before.

In the heat of the moment my hand spanked my juicy bottom hard, echoing throughout the basement and sending me forward with surprise at how hard I has actually spanked myself. This in turn caused even more of Tim’s large member into my mouth as I gagged softly on it in shock. Tim’s smile grew wider across his gorgeous face at me gagging on him. The head of his cock was pushing against the back of my throat. I held it there for a moment before shooting backwards. Even more precum rewarded me for trying to take his massive cock into my throat. My hand grabbed my bottom and squeezed. He thrust himself into my awaiting mouth. I spanked my opposite cheek hard for him. It was pure lust. My tongue danced along the bottom of his shaft as he pushed half of himself into my mouth. Gazing into his beautiful eyes he moaned loudly as he attempted to pull himself back out. Begging him to not pull it out quite yet my mouth created a strong suction. The suction broke with a loud pop. I gasped and moaned with my mouth still wide open. Strands of shimmering saliva connected my lips to the giant cock as it dangled in front of me. It swayed back and forth, my eyes following it’s every move. It had a nice layer of saliva coating it about halfway down. Tim’s hand grabbed the shaft of it, smacking it against my tongue and face. Being very large and solid it smacked hard, sending waves through my body each time it did. Tim was enjoying the sight. He gave me a few more hard slaps, making sure to bounce it off my lips and tongue. His cock returned to my open mouth again. I wouldn’t have minded if he slapped me for hours with it.

My face was covered in a mixture of hot saliva and precum. That sweet taste flooded my senses yet. I felt so dirty and horny. I could feel the exact spots he slapped his cock on my face. I stared up at Tim. He thrusted further into my mouth. I drooled all over him. The saliva raced down his veiny shaft to the hilt. I couldn’t stop my mouth from watering so much. The head pushed to the back of my throat as Tim held it there. I moaned onto his dick and pushed it further. I felt it entering my throat with Tim moaning very loudly. It twitched as I gagged on it. Saliva rushed down his shaft in waves. His hips moved forward on me and made me take even more. Tim got a few good thrusts in as he fucked my throat before my body shot backwards. I gasped and panted for air. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his drool covered cock as it twitched and throbbed in response to entering my throat. Looks like all that practice on my dildos paid off. My hand jerked him off fast using the slippery saliva as a great lube. I smiled up to Tim and giggled shyly. I kissed his head again with our eyes still locked on each others. Tim leaned over and spanked me hard. I squeaked in response. His hand grabbed the top of the thong and pulled it, making it ride right between my cheeks. I fought back, my hand jerked his head off fast with a tight grip. And to think, this was just the start of my unforgettable night.

My big red butt was bouncing as we walked into a small room attached to the basement. I could feel Tim’s eyes on my bottom the whole time. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t give my hips some sway. The hand prints throbbed as my heart continued to beat out of my chest. The squeaky door opened with a cool gust of air that rushed towards us. The air felt wonderful across the beat red hand prints on my butt. The cute thong made me feel sexy buried between my cheeks still. The room was a complete mess  strewn with dirty clothes, a small t.v. that wasn’t on and beer bottles everywhere. Tim turned on a dim light that made the room softly lit. He entered the room following me closely. I barely got a good loot at the room before his strong hands grabbed my bottom. He walked right up to me. I felt beyond sexy with his rock hard cock between my cheeks. A hand of his ran up my stomach while his cock twitched, taunting me. His strong hand bent me over at my waist onto a bed. He left his hand on my back while using the other to grope my butt. The cute red thong caught his eyes. He used his hand to lay his cock between my cheeks, covering the thong up and almost sizing himself up to see how deep he would go. His hand pulled my lacy underwear down to my ankles as it floated effortlessly down. It dangled around my ankles exposing me completely to him.

I was bent over the side of the bed with my ass high in the air. My face buried in the sheets. His hands grabbed at me again. That large cock returned between my cheeks. He slapped it against my cheeks and even my hole. It made my bottom quake. I think Tim was enjoying it a bit too much. His left hand pulled my cheek so he could make sure he was slapping it right against my tight hole. I was glad I had the bed to moan into. He slapped me with it for minutes. I was on the verge of begging him to fuck me. The head of his massive cock prodded at my hole. I gasped and squirmed at his sheer size. Another gust of air rushed into the room from an open window. I exhaled softly. Tim reached to the bed stand for a clear bottle of lube. The cold liquid dripped onto my hole. I relaxed, allowing some to slip into me in preparation of his cock wanting to enter. The head prodded again. There was little I could do to prepare for Tim’s massive cock. He pushed into me slowly, determined to penetrate. The head of Tim’s large cock made me whimper. The lube made it easy for him to enter. The tightness of my hole was his next obstacle. I had a few toys I had fun with daily, but never anything this large. Tim was easily twice as big as my favorite toy.

With very little time and effort Tim’s head was inside of me. He thrust into me, his big hands on my hips holding me in place. I couldn’t move forward at all. All I could do was sit there and feel Tim’s big dick inching into me. I whimpered and moaned trying to adjust to his large girth. His cock went on forever, pushing deeper into me with his flared head leading the way. I strained, and was forced to stretch wide for him. When he first showed me I was worried he was too big. Now I wanted to see if I could take it all. I whimpered as he kissed my cheek. He stopped pushing into me. Tim exhaled into my ear. I felt his large, warm testicles brushing against mine. They were so much larger than mine. I had done it, I had all 10 inches of Tim’s rock hard thick cock in me. He pushed further. I felt his abdomen against my butt. My hole pulsed around him, the feeling being very strange but wonderful. I had never stretched this wide before. His hands slide up my back and onto my shoulders. Then the real fun began.

 Tim started off hard. The pleasure and teasing made him an animal. Tim slammed me into the bed with his force. He held me by the shoulders and used it as leverage for more even power. I moaned loudly and quivered. His cock was making me purr. An orgasm began inside of me as he continued his deep and rough thrusting. I buried my face into the bed to moan loudly. Tim kissed my back. I turned my head to gaze at him. His legs proved to me how strong he was. Every thrust I felt myself being slammed forward. Tim was very good, keeping the majority of his cock in me and using the last few inches to fuck me. He never gave me a moment to get use to his large size. Every thrust was a loud slap. My butt was jiggling uncontrollably. Tim only paused to re position himself out of my sight. His hands returned to my shoulders as he continued his intense pounding. I moaned loud as my legs quaked with pleasure. His large testicles smacked mine as he fucked me into the side of the bed. I was basically just being held up by the bed. I felt like I was melted to it. My legs were tingly and almost numb. My hole was stretching but every thrust of Tim made me feel good inside.

I focused only on his cock as the orgasm brewed. I think I was moaning loud, but Tim kept going. My body was shaking and twitching which made Tim even more determined to continue his anal assault on me. He was using even more of his length which tipped me over that edge. He slid out completely each thrust. The head rested against my hole. Right before I could relax he slammed all of it in using my shoulders as leverage for more speed. That feeling of being empty and gaping to being filled completely up made me orgasm hard. Tim’s’ large cock pushed balls deep into me as I orgasmed. I quivered and shook with pleasure, practically screaming into the bed. He used the last few inches to slam hard into me, my tight hole pulsing sporadically around his thick shaft. He spanked my ass with his big hand then grabbed it, watching himself slamming into me as I screamed in pleasure. He moaned when he held it all the way into me again. I was whimpering in sheer pleasure, unable to form any words. He leaned to me and kissed my cheek again leaving himself deep in me.

“I think you’re going to like this new rank, Chris.” Tim whispered into my ear.

I arched my back for him and sank into the bed. I felt like I just melted. I felt his large cock sliding out of me. When he pulled out the head made a popping sound. He gazed down at my gaping hole, squeezing and spreading my cheeks. He spanked me as I shot into the bed again. Tim went into the bathroom to clean up. I laid there feeling myself wide open still from his size. Another gust of air swept the room and cooled my sweaty, shaking naked body. My legs were jello and my brain was mush. Tim emerged still rock hard. That curve of his made me drool even more. I felt completely drained, but dying for more of his cock.

“Well, aren’t you going to let me cum in your mouth?” Tim’s voice was beyond sexy as he practically growled at me. “It’s part of your new ranking.”

I mustered the strength to spin around on my knees for him. His cock stood in front of me, freshly cleaned and still throbbing. I gazed up at him, and stuck my tongue out teasingly. What a mistake. He wasted no time. His hand grabbed my head and pushed into my mouth. I felt him hit the back of my throat for only a second before pushing further down into my throat. I gagged on him but held my composure. He thrusted while in my throat, slowly fucking it. Tim moaned loudly. I watched those cum-filled testicles of his dancing for me. I tried to pull back as I gagged hard on him. Water filled my eyes. He held his cock in my throat, and I couldn’t pull back. I glanced up to Tim. Panic set in before I felt it.

His legs tensed up as the warm cum shot right down my throat. I gagged and kept going, his hand firmly on the back of my head. Strand after strand straight down my throat as he drained his huge testicles right into me. Saliva was dripping off his testicles. I winced and felt him cumming hard. His hand pulled me back finally. I felt his twitching cock as it left my cum filled throat. Two more spurts of warm cum shot onto my tongue. Tim moaned loud while staring down at me. Tears ran down my cheeks as I caught my breath. I pulled my head back and released his cock. It was drenched in my saliva. More of those silky strands connected it to my  mouth. I showed Tim the thick which cum before swallowing it all. It was sweet. He slapped his big dick against my lips as we both giggled. I exhaled deeply with one final look at his massive cock.

“Next time, wear black.”

A few weeks later, and after a lot of practice…

With one final grunt the last strand of white cum shot across my face. It landed, joining the countless other strands that covered my face. A final drop escaping and landing on my cheek. My tongue was covered also. I dangled it out of my mouth teasingly. More cum was on my chin and dripping to the floor and even between my thighs. The brother left, still rock hard but drained. He walked out the door, closing it as he left. A moment later the eldest brother entered the room. A devious smile was across his face as he also closed the door, walking towards me in my sticky mess.

“That’s all the brothers. Good job Chris.” He put his hand on my shoulder, what seemed the be the only spot not drenched in hot cum. “But I’m afraid there’s another part I forgot to mention when you took this position…”

“Oh?” My voice cracked at him, still on my knees.

The door opened yet again. A large, muscular gentleman with dark skin entered the room. He was naked, and his enormous black cock stood erect as he walked up to me. He was extremely muscular, tall, and very confident.

“The football team heard about what we were doing here.” The eldest brother eyed me up and down twice. “And seeing how well you do at it, we’ve thought about giving them a hand.”

The dark man walked up to me, his gigantic cock twitched and swayed in front of my mouth.

“But, the football team is use to fucking the sorority girls across the street so…”

“So,” the man with the horse sized cock spoke to me, gazing down at me, “I’m going to fuck that tight ass of yours…”

His hands grabbed me and tossed me onto the bed like nothing. Within seconds that enormous cock slammed into me. It was rough, as he thrusted it into me deeply. The bed soaked up the cum that had been sprayed all over me. Every thrust of him smeared it across me. I almost screamed when he began fucking me hard and fast. That large cock stretched me out as he fucked me like a slutty sorority girl from across the road.

“Oh, and one more thing Chris. Tomorrow is a big game, so there’s already a line outside the door.” I grunted at the eldest brother, my poor bottom being destroyed with each passing second. The jock slammed balls deep into me and I squirmed in response. I moaned loudly as I orgasmed hard. My hole tightened around the massive cock as he held it balls deep in me. A puddle formed between my legs with my own cum. I tossed and turned while being ruined with each powerful thrust from his fore-arm sized cock as he started back up again.

“Looks like you’re all tied up so I’ll leave you two alone.”  

The eldest brother stood a moment watching me being ruined by the jocks huge dick. I stared at him with panic and lust in my eyes. Another orgasm started to brew. The jock slammed it all back into me and grabbed my head. The door opened as I was being fucked mercilessly. The jock who had a cock the size of a horse moaned into my ear, “Fuck yeah, you’re even tighter than any of the girls at the house.”  I peered out as an entire football team stood outside the door, anxious to fuck me. Their cocks were out as they watched me being dominated. All I could do was whimper at them as they peered at me through the open door. The jock pulled my hair and thrust with all of his length. The other jocks flooded in, apparently thinking that was an invitation. Someone slapped their cock against my face while I came again. Whimpering and moaning were my only forms of communication. The night was fun, I came more times that I could count and they even won the big game! I found out next week was the semi-finals for college football and we were in it. My bottom was stilling gaping and already they are lining up outside my door. I think the girls across the street got jealous. I had no idea we had so many hung football players. Hopefully this becomes a tradition before each game…

Stephan came from a Polish immigrant family who just arrive in America 10 years after the War. They own their  Hardware store in downtown Albany and save up their money so Stephan can go onto college to get a trade in Electronics and Welding. He end up working for the Company called Hubert’s that made industrial kitchen equipment. After about 10 years and got a huge per-motion and became Regional Manager for the entire East Coast of the country.

He was real nervous in meeting the new CEO of the Company Bill Watt’s who was a son of a bitch and had a very bad reputation of being not nice to people. Mr Watt’s stood just under 5’10 and was former British Amateur Wrestling back in his younger day’s. The meeting was around 10 am in a conference room at the Hilton. It took Stephan a few seconds to knock on the door before the deep voice told him to come on in.

They meeting lasted a good hour plus before Bill invite Stephan out to lunch with him to tell him that he would be going to Florida along side of him for the Company National Convention the week after Labour Day.  Steph was exciting as hell when he check into the hotel were the convention was gong to be held and ran into Mr Watt’s a few hours later in the Lounge.

The rest of the week went off without any serious issues and Steph had to fly back to Albany as soon as possible to settle a disagreement with one of their Team Leaders. Steph was not impress with him at all and had to fired him right away and had to put back on his work clothes to complete a huge contract over at the Holiday Inn.

Every few month’s he loves going out on the jobs to do the dirty work and wanted to keep up his experience and technology that comes with the job. It was just around 3 pm when Steph meant with the Kitchen Manager Chris Wilson over had the Hotel.

Chris was out as being Gay and deeply enjoy watching Steph bend over on his hands and knees trying to install the new Company dishwasher. He could not keep his eyes off of Steph Black Silky underwear that was showing out of his navy blue Dickies work pants. Chris also love the look of his white work shirt that show the company name on one side and his own name on the other. 

It only to a few seconds for Steph to get completely soak after the main water hose flew off and went all over the place.  Shortly after when every was all clean up and the job was finished Chris then took Steph down to the Mens change room to get clean up. The change room was huge it had around 10 lockers for each person along with a few shower install and a long wooden bench to sit and get dry off. Steph truly felt great after he got all clean up and then Chris handed him some Kitchen whites uniform for him to go home in.

Bill got hold of Steph to see if he would like to learn on how to play Squash with him over at the all Men Racquet Club. Steph felt it was kind of strange that Mr Watt’s got the last court reserve for like 10 pm on Friday night.

Steph felt great after the hour Squash lesson from Bill and decided to take a sauna before he heads on home. He was all alone for around 15 minutes completely drench with his own sweat when Mr Watt’s walk in wearing some type of 70’s style speedo bathing suit.

Bill had a great body for someone close to 65 with a well build salt and peppers  hairy chest  and nipples and huge a strong muscle tone hairy set of legs. He also kept his short black hair slick back and had a lovely trim bristle moustache. Steph then smile at him and got up to take a cold shower before he went back in for some more.

After the cold shower he then walk over to his locker and grab his brute aftershave and spray it all over himself before he went looking for his popper inside the small sports bag that he brought with him. The wall clock was now showing it was close to 11:30 pm when he decided to go back to grab some more heat. 

Steph took a huge snort of the poppers before he open up the door as he walk slowly over and begun to stand right in front of Mr Watt’s who was now sitting on the second tile bench over the sauna. The hole steam room was all full of hot mist when Bill then stood up on the tile bench and took his towel off and threw in onto the floor. 

It was a few seconds after that Steph walk up to his huge 7 plus cock and started to suck his thick dick. Mr Watts was truly enjoying the poppers and blow job and shot off two loads at once all down Steph throat.

” Holy shit Mr Watts that was nice “

” Know kidding Steph “

” Where the hell you learn to suck like that ? “

” Good question Bill “

” How about you come over to my house next Friday night ? “

” That would be  real nice Bill “

The week flew by as Steph hop into his new Mazda 6 sports car to head on over to Mr Watts place. Steph was deeply amazed bye the size of his place especially the indoor pool that had a nice 6 person hot tub that was build right beside the 32 by 16 feet pool. It only took less then 15 that Bill was now sucking Steph hard cock as he sat on the side of the hot tube. Steph was now moaning of sexual pleasure as Bill trim bristle moustache started to tingle his hairy ball and shaft as the blow job got more intense. Once again they both took a huge shot of the poppers before Steph shot off his load .

” OMG Bill it feels awesome “

” Same here Steph , I love your dick “

” Fuck you got me close now Bill “

” You want it Sir “

” Give me your juice Steph “

” I am coming , Holy shit here it comes “

Steph balls exploded a huge load of white cum that landed all over Bill juicy wide mouth and hairy chest. Bill was so turn on by it all that his own cock started to cum at the same time as Steph. They then both got up from the hot tub and dove into the pool to wash off their smelly sweating bodies.

They then made there way into Bills brand new sex room that was just build for these special times, As for Steph he could not believe what he is seeing and which made him more hornier then ever.

” OMG Bill that very nicely done “

” Thank You Steph , I knew you would like it “

” I love the message table “

” You mean the fuck table lol “

” I only been fuck once before Mr Watts “

” Wonder who got that lucky Steph “

” It was my parents neighbour who was in the Military “

” OMG know surprise there Steph , How big was he dude “

” He was a good 6 inch plus “

” You have a much bigger dick and nicer dick then him Sir “

” How about you lay lay-down on the table and I will give you a nice massaged “

” That will be great Bill “

It was a short time later that Steph find it kind of strange as the room lights started to get dim as he felt like he was put into some kind of sexual trance before he took another shot of the poppers that Bill had gave him. By now Bill then lower the bottom of the table and began rubbing both of their bodies all down with some sort of messaged oil.

Steph felt real horny as the lights are lower some more and notice two other men in the room now with him and Bill. The 3 all them started to massage Steph weaken body before the fuck session was about to began. The other two men where all around the same age and build as Bill. Pat and Mike where former rugby players back in England and got to know Bill through a sex club over their.

” How do you feel Steph “

” I am okay Sir “

” You like some more poppers ? “

” Yes Sir “

Bill slowly began penetrating his thick 7 inch thick into Steph ass as the other two gentlemen stood and watch it all going down by playing and jerking their own dicks. It was a few minutes later they all took turns and began fucking the shit out of Steph juicy filled hole as the fuck got lot more sexual and aggressive.

Mike was the first one to shot off his load into Steph ass and then with only like 2 minutes later it was Pat turn. Steph was now screaming with sexual desire when Bill really started to show off on how to fuck a mans hole as the Pat and Mike watch with amazement. Pat then walk behind Bill and started to nipple on Bill erected sweaty titis as Mike was on the floor with his bearded mouth sucking and licking Bill hairy balls after each long hard strokes from his cock that he was giving to Steph.

” Holy shit guy’s , I am getting close “

” Give it to him scream Pat and Mike “

” Fuck Bill give it to me dude “

” Jesus here it comes “

” OMFG “

Steph and Bill let out a huge scream as 3 loads of cum shot off one after the other all over Steph very sweaty pounding chest. Pat and Mike could not believe that some of it evan hit the back wall. It took a few minutes later that Pat and Mike left the room fairly fast before Bill started to withdraw his cock from Steph sore ass.

” That was the best orgasm ever Steph “

” What the hell was that all about Bill ? “

” You like that dude “

” OMG it was amazing Sir “

” Who were those other 2 guy’s with you Bill ? “

” What 2 guy’s ? Steph “

” Maybe I was just dreaming Sir “

” I called it a sexual trance Steph “

” Wow Biil love to do it again “

” How about we both get clean up now and let you get on your way “

” That cool with me Bill “

Steph was all shower and dress as Bill then lead him to the door as he wore his tight red ADIDAS track suits. Once again they hug one another as Bill hands turn the knob to open the door up. Steph jerk off for the next few nights thinking what happen over in Bill sex room. It was like 2 months later that he hook up with Fire Chief name Mike Harris  and his brother Pat for a 3 some over at Mike house. The funny strange thing about it all , It was compelety the same sex room as Bill Watts.

THE END 

From Part 2…………………

i lay next to him and in seconds we were both casually stroking our cocks,our eyes glued on each others hard cock.  Then,  after a moment  he said, “Why don’t i change position and we can jerk each other off?” 

‘Sure,”i replied before he flipped around into what is normally considered a sixty-nine position.  Once inposition, he gently took my cock in hand and began gently stroking me.  As i grasped his he said casually,  “I take it this is your first time having another guys cock in our hand?”

“Yes it is, but i must admit that it feels nice.”

“Well, i love having another hand stroking me off,” he said.

He shifted  his position slightly,and i suddenly felt his warm breath on my rock hard cock.  It was extremely exciting and sent chills through my body.

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Part3…………………

I wondered if Duke was going to go further,and if he did, how would i respond.

He changed his position  slightly bringing his cock closer to my face.  I was scared as hell at the feeling i was having, wanting to taste his cock.  Then it happened.

Suddenly, it happened. I gasped as i felt his warm wet mouth close around my cock as he began sucking it.  The feeling was beyond discription as my heart raced out of control.  I definitely had the feeling that this was not Duke’s first time sucking a cock.  My curiosity got even stronger and i couldn’t hold back.  After taking a deepbreath, i openedmy mouth and tookhis cockin my mouth, immediately tasting the sweetness of his precum. 

Using my tongue, i made sure i cleaned it all off, and worked to get more out of his cock.  Then,  i began to work my mouth up and down his cock.  The more i sucked, the more i loved it.  I could feel my own cock nearing its climax and wanted his to do the same.

Suddenly,my cockexplodedand i felt Duke hungrily accepting all that was fed to him before eagerly swallowing my complete cum load.  Then, his cock head began to swell and an instant later exploded,filling my mouth with his thick cream.  I did as he had done and collected every drop.  After savoring the delicious taste,i swallowed,  knowing i wanted to suck cock again.

Duke changed his position again and without warning, began kissingme slipping his hot wet tongue into my mouth.  Instinctively, i responded and offered my tongue.   I knew instantly that it was better than any kiss i had ever had with a woman.

As we parted, he smiled and said, “I have wanted to suck you since that first day you watched me get sucked.”

“What? i had  no idea!”i replied.  “Have you ever  sucked the kid?”

“Nah.  First off, he will have sex with any male that can get it hard, regardless of how dirty they may be.  And second, he’s not my type.  I want sex with a man that knows he is a man and acts like he is a man.”

“May i ask a question?” I asked.

“Ask anything you want,” he replied.

“How long have you been into men?”

“Mark, I have known since middle school that i liked  looking  at men’s cocks.  As i got older that  desire grew stronger.  Then at seventeen, between my junior  and senior year of high school, a classmate ofmine invited me to go camping with him and his  dad. We were in the same grade although he was a year older than me.  Ater we arrived at their cabin,  he suggested that we collect some fire wood.  Once we  were away from the cabin,he stopped and started stripping saying he loved beingnude out  in the woods and told me  to  join him.  i did and afer seeing his cock i started getting a boner.  He saw it and he started getting hard. He stepped up  next to me and said he had a remidy for my boner.  He smiled and squatted down and started sucking me off.  I fucking loved it.  After he sucked me off, I decided to do the same to him.  I wasimmediately hooked  on cock  and cum.”

“Like me,” I blurted out.

He laughed and  continued. 

“We gathered some fire wood and dressed before going back to the cabin.  Once back, while his dad unpacked out food, Tim and i went out and sucked each other again and kissed a lot.  Then he asked  if i wouldlike  to go nude the entire time we were there.  I askedabout his dad and he smiled, and said he would tell me a secret if i promised to keep it to myself.  I agreed and he admitted that he and his dad went nude when there and had sex together.  I was in total shock.  He then admitted that they sucked and fucked each other all the time .  I so  wanted to see his hairy muscular dad totally nude so i agreed.”

“What happened ?”i asked.

“Well, within minutes we were all nude and a short while later Tim’s dad was sucking my cock while Tim fucked his dad in the ass.  After his dad sucked me i sucked his dad off.  I also lost my virginity that night letting them both fuckmy ass.  I have been into cock ever since.”

“Fucking unbelievable!” I said.

“What was hotter is the fact that Tim and i both played football and had sex with our coach. He loved sucking cock while he got fucked so as one of us fucked his ass he sucked the other. this happened three to four times a week.  Plus i visited Tim  and his dad often and had sex with them.”

We kissed again and soon cuddled together before going to sleep.

The next morning we had another sixty-nine  before agreeing that Duke would no longer have sex with the kid and we would begin having sex with each other.

We went our seperate ways that morning,both looking forward to our next  meeting.  after that day, Duke and i spent every meeting in each others arms having sex.  He loved me  fucking him as wekissed and i finally let him take my virginity.  After several meeting with him fucking my ass, i began looking forward to having him in my ass.

I soon realized that i had a problem at home.  I knew that being married would never work with me being gone all week. Besides, I was enjoying the sex with Duke much more than i was with her.  I ended our relationship.

Then, on one meeting  with Duke i admitted that i was wanting to go to a local gay bar at home but felt like i would  be cheating on him.  

“Baby, i have sex with guys when i’m home and you should do the same.  Should the time ever come that we become  a couple then we can discuss having sex with others then.”

I agreed and asked if he had sex with other truckers.

“All the time.  Itis amazing how many truckers are into sex with another man even the married truckers. I would estimate that it is fifty-fifty on  whether they just get sucked or suck  and get fucked.”

I began having sex with other truckers on my travels and guys frm the bar.  I never had any idea how much i had mised by just going with women.   I met a guy nearmy age at the bar and he and his older lover tookme home for a three way and it wasawesome.

Months passed with Duke and i having our sexual  encounters at the motel.  Then one day, he asked if i was happy with my  job.  When i  asked why he said, “The company is talking to me about going coast to coast and want me  to have a co-driver.  i’d love that person to be you.”

“Really?”

“Mark, i have fallen in love with you and want you with me all the time.  I can get you enrolled in driving school and assigned as my co-driver.”

“How sure of that are you?” i asked.

“The guy that assignes hich drivers go together loves my cock in his ass and mouth.  All i have to do is tell him he can’t have it and i  get what ever i want.”

“Duke,your bad,” I  said with a laugh,then added,”By the way, I’ve fallen in love with you also and would love nothing more  that being with you twenty-four/seven.  How soon would  it be?”

Ater a hot kiss, he said that he had already checked and the next driver class started in three weeks.

I said  i could give two weeks notice then put my things in storage and then start school.

I did as planned and started driver school. After three months,i was certified asa commercial driver  and Duke and i were  assigned to the long haul routes. We were assigned a tractor with an oversized sleeper, made for two people, thanks to his trick  in the office, whom we had engaged in three ways with on numerous ocassions.

We hit the road and on our first night on the road, we christened the sleeper by having a sixty-nine then laterf ucking each other.  We  had sex with other drivers at least three or four times a week,and with non drivers the resto the time.

Duke and i have been together five years now and have regulars in most major cities across the US.  I give thanks every day that i got curious.

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Police Chief Oscar Killion is now on his tenth year as the Chief for the town of Gilford  Texas and was their best Chief they ever had. He clean up all the town thugs, biker gangs, drugs and gambling house all throughout his territory. 

Most people were of afraid of him since he stood well over 6’5 with a huge frame of a man that people do not want to get him upset or piss off. He was a widower and now has two grown children that live on different sides of the country and always made sure they come home with their families at Christmas and Easter.

He build a huge log home up on the hill side over looking the town of Gilford and made darn sure that it was very well protected like a military compound. Daryl Johnson was the high school bully and was the best quarterback in the state.  He was a tragic romantic real pretty type of a man and just turn the age of 19 and was heading off on a football scholarship from SMU.

It was the third time this month that Chief Killion pull him over for speeding in his new Mazda sports car that his rich Uncle Bill bought for him on his 18 birthday. ” Okay Daryl you know the routine my friend ”  This time his punishment was to go up to the Chief Log home and chop wood for this weekend home coming in which this time he hopes that he learn his lesson.

He was shortly after 1 pm with the sun beating down on his hot quarterback body that Daryl was over coming from heat stroke and Chief killion had to take him side to cool his body down. He felt much better a couple of hours later as Oscar went over to get a bathing suit for him so he can cool his body down in the in ground pool.

Chief Oscar was a lifeguard and won few awards back in his hay days growing up in Jackson,Mississippi. Daryl was somewhat shock  when Oscar walk out a short time later wearing a red and blue color USA Olympic swim team speedo that had his badges sown on the side of his swimsuit. Daryl felt very strange and got real turn on seeing him standing on the diving board.

Daryl was then told to leave because Chief Oscar had a friend coming over for dinner that evening. ‘ I guess you have learn your lesson this time ” He look and smile and got back into his car and drove off down the dirt road smiling that nothing ever happen.

The time was now after 6 pm when Dave Mill show up on his porch ringing the door bell to come in. Dave was another interesting person who grew up bulling people all over the town of Gilford, Before he went on to get his Education Degree and History. He was just over 5’11 with a med size shape body and live a very straight lifestyle.

They were now into the second bottle of red wine before they went into the pool for a swim and where planning to take the RV out for a ride. Dave started to play wrestling in the pool with Oscar and both of them are deeply enjoying their soft cocks get hard as they rub themselves all over one another.

” Holy shit Oscar you feel good ? “

” I have the same feeling here Dave “

” How about we take this insides ? “

” That well be great Oscar “

It only took less then a few minutes that they were both back in the Chief bedroom with Oscar fucking the shit out of Dave smooth bubble butt hole. Oscar had a good nine inch thick piece of meat and enjoy fucking a man hole from time to time. 

” Fuck Oscar you sure know how to fuck “

” I know you would like my dick “

” Please cum now Oscar my ass is getting real sore ? “

Chief Oscar had a huge orgasm has his cock spur out a huge load of white cum all over Daryl   smooth checks. The time was like around 11 pm that Daryl got dress and went on his way back home.

Chief Oscar was now patrolling on his Rv and started to head on down a dirt trail and notice that he saw another RV hiding away close to the river. He then climb off the Rv and went for a short walk and notice some man in his early 20’s sun bathing below the riverbank. 

He then slowly snook up to the person laying their and scare the shit out of it. ” Please don’t worry, I am the town police chief just out patrolling and doing my job ” Kyle was still shock and nervous before he reply back and told him he just taking a break down here.

” You come down here a lot Kyle ? “

” Yes Chief “

” I need some ID from you ? “

He quickly ran a check onto him and notice that he had a warrant out in another county as Kyle try to explain about the situation, Chief then smile as he realize it was all over a small $10 shop lifting charge laid against him last spring. 

” Don’t worry Kyle , I will get this clear up with Judge Vickers when I get back into town “

” Thank you Chief is their anything I can do for you ? “

” Yes paid your finds and go to your court dates “

” Can I ask you something Chief ? “

” What is that Kyle “

” I always had a thing for a large man like yourself  and getting it on with them “

” Meaning you like to suck my cock and let me fuck your ass “

” Yes Sir “

” How about I go over to the huge maple tree and stand against it so you can show me what a true cock sucker is truly about. ”  Kyle then got up and walk peacefully over to were  Chief Oscar was standing and began to open up his huge belt buckle and pull his fly down. Chief then pull his dick through his underwear piss hole and order Kyle to suck his massive 9 inch thick hairy cock.

Kyle really knew how to suck cock as he took the Cheif dick down his throat without any problems at all. Chief finally shot off his load off all over the ground as Kyle stood back with amazement as it flew all out of him all over the place.

They both took a little break before Chief Oscar then order Kyle to bend over the tree stump. Chief than began to eat out Kyle small clean shaven hole before he makes a real man out of him. The fuck lasted well over 10 minutes during in which Chief Oscar shot off two times all inside of Kyle butt . They both then got dress and clean up with a towel that Kyle had brought with him and got back on their RV together and head back down the dirt trail.

It somewhat got all over the town that Chief Oscar might be Bi sexual when Bill Holt decided to take him on for the next election that was coming up real soon. Chief Oscar lost the election by only 124 votes and decided to leave the small town of Gilford.  He then landed himself a very good job over in Austin as a private investigator.

It only took less then 6 months that the town got back it its old ways with the drugs and biker gangs starting to take over. As for Chief Holt he was real crook who got payoff by the thugs some many times.  Judge Vickers wrote Oscar a letter what the town is now going through and wated him to come back home to once again clean it all up.

He laugh as he wrote the towns pepole a very intersting letter about his new life and partner i and was very happy that he will be the new Police Chief down in the Florida Keys next month. As for Chief Holt he is now being in jail waiting on 15 coruption charges laid by the States Feds.

The End

Downstairs was a cellar which had been equipped with a variety of benches and pulleys. In one corner was a wet area for washing down or whatever he wanted to do to his slave that needed to be cleaned up after. There was even a toilet open to all to see but a toilet. On the walls was a rack of pain implements. There were four Tawses a couple of straps and a selection of paddles. Two canes were also hung there. Below these was a container which had something sticking out that looked like a bunch of twigs so I guessed that was his Birch soaking in something to keep them pliable. Another rack had some whips. There was Cat of Nine and a Bullwhip and another which I wasn’t sure about but it was wicked looking and obviously a whip, I was later to find out it was a Rimba Long Arabian Whip. On another wall there was a selection of masks and hoods. He led me to what looked like a chair and told me to bend over it where he fastened my arms and legs securing me so that I couldn’t move.

“First, I have to punish you for not properly shaving yourself and since you expressed an interest in being birched, that is what I am going to use.”

He went and collected the Birch from the container and swished it about to dry it off then without any more discussion he brought it down on my arse. The pain was sharp and stinging. He repeated this six times and my bum cheeks were aflame with pain.

“That will do for now since you are not a pain slut or trained up for a proper punishment”

Now this is the room you will be most acquainted with this weekend where I will introduce you to my various implements.

“ I am not a great explorer of activities I like what I know and like to stick to them. That was one advantage your age had for you and in your profile you expressed pretty much the same but in a different way. Your profile also shared similar ideals and interests. You get randy and enjoy being humiliated and degraded by doing acts that like everyone else that disgusts you and repels you. At least at first then you want to try them and see if you can perform them. That is what excites you that is why you want to be the sex object of a dominant man. I wanted someone to humiliate and degrade them physically not verbally so were a perfect match. This morning’s little scene was what that was all about.”

He introduced me to the tawses straps canes, the different sounds as they hit my flesh the different ways of pain they induced. A couple of strokes each.

“Now the whips are mainly for punishment as they tend to have a more dramatic effect to your flesh and you need recovery time after. The Cat can be used lightly but the bullwhip and especially my Arabian will be only used for punishment but you will feel their kiss this weekend but later on today. That day blurred into a mix of pain and sex. I swallowed his cum and I loved the taste and texture. I longed for his prick to be in my mouth and feel it pulsing and throbbing and exploding in my mouth.

At the end of the day he was as good as his word. He tied me to the roof links which had me stretched out on my tip toes and my arms widespread and above my head.

“This is my Cat”

A swish, then a weighted hit, then an explosion of burning pain quickly followed by another hit. Then silence as I tried to recover from the pain. There was a little noise behind me then I heard a whip crack but no pain.

“That was just to flex the whip don’t worry it going to kiss you now!”

With that there was just shear pain across my back followed by another explosion of pain. I was sweating with the pain and tried to further tense and prepare my body. My back was on fire where the leather whip had made contact with my flesh.

“Now my Arabian!”

A loud crack first then pain filled impacts on my back. He released me and I feel to the ground.

“There you are you have been kissed by the whips imagine what will happen if you make me punish you.”

Then he came up to my ear and whispered in a flat voice.

“I will be looking for reasons to punish you once a week”

Then he laughed loud and evilly. I thought. He left me down there in a cage for the night. I passed out and slept the night away. I woke with a splash of water or so I thought at first. He was pissing on me to wake me up. He unlocked the cage door and shouted at me.

“Get over to the wet area! Adopt the position of service.”

My mind reeled not again so soon, I thought but I went over to the wet area and assumed the position of service. The mask was placed over my head and I felt his arse hole caress my face as he wriggled his arse into position over my mouth. Once again I started to lick his hole and probed into this passage with my tongue. This was a humiliating act in itself but I now knew what was to come. I probed with my tongue for a short while then all of a sudden he stood up and walked away.

“That was a test to see if you were prepared for the worst. Now take off the mask and follow me upstairs!”

He led me to the living room where he sat down and ordered me to sit on the floor by his feet.

“Lick my feet between the toes”

I obeyed and lay down to get my tongue to his toes and feet. I did this for a few minutes.

“Now lick and suck my balls then ease up and suck my prick when it is ready.”

I eased up onto my knees and reached over his legs and licked his balls then sucked them into my mouth. His manhood was by my cheek and I felt it twitch and pulse into life. I stopped sucking his balls and moved my mouth up the tip of his prick. I played with the tip with my tongue then stroked the head with my tongue then licked round the head and felt it twitch and the warmth of the blood as it engorged the head. I then sucked in my cheeks to caress the shaft of the prick as I slowly drew it into my mouth and swallowed as it went down my throat. It was easier to coordinate my breathing and downward strokes as I was doing all the timing myself. Much easier than that first face fuck at the start of the weekend. My jaw muscles were tiring when at last he grabbed my head and exploded down my throat. He let out a groan of satisfaction. I cleaned him up relishing in the residue cum and having satisfied the man I considered my Master.

Now let me introduce you to the Tawse that is to become your lover.

He placed it under my nose and the smell of leather penetrated and worked its effect on me.

“How this works is when you feel very randy I want you to use this Tawse on yourself to alleviate the urges in you. When I see you I will take off the chastity device and get you to play with yourself and wank off while I hit you with this tawse. Eventually you will only get an erection once you see your lover and feel your lovers kiss. Only under the pain it brings you will it bring you to ejaculation. You will take this away with you to help your conditioning after the weekend is over and you need to prepare yourself to be my slave. “

With that he had me bend over a chair once he had taken off my device. I smelt the leather and licked it then he told me to play with myself as he went to my rear and gently at first hit me with the tawse. I started to get faster with my strokes and masterbated with relish as it had been quite a while since I had any sexual release. His hits became faster and harder but nowhere like when he introduce me to the other tawses. This was planned to alter my pleasure centres in my brain and to reprogram me to meet his needs. He timed the last hit with my explosion of climax and the release that came over me was intense. I cleaned myself up and he reclamped me into my device. Freedom was over. He had me bend over the chair again but this time it for his own satisfaction. It was only the afternoon of the Sunday when he told me the weekend was over and it was time for me to go home. The surprises though were not over, I thought I would get to think how the weekend had gone and whether or not things would progress to the on call relationship would continue when he started to speak.

“ I have decided that you have all the promise I need and I intend to use you well. But as of now you are to be my slave. You have no say in the matter, any say you had or thought you had ended after the emails we shared before we met. Now it is a case of you being told what, where and when. You are to be used just as you have been used so far and that includes the IBS, I kind of enjoyed that act. You will be conditioned to harden yourself up to receive much more pain than you imagined. Oh and the ‘once in a while reltionship’ is not on the table. You will be my 24/7 slave and you will work for me in my business. I will pay all the official stuff but anything else will be taken out for expenses. After this weekend is over you will sell off your stuff and hand in your notice at your work and sell your house and keep the money in a bank. That is yours to keep and use if and when this relationship comes to an end. I do not intend to exploit you financially like some Masters do. You know this is exactly what you wanted and dreamed of and all I am doing is to answer your dreams. Once you have worked your notice I will get in touch and you will come to me. The house sale will take place through my solicitors and it will be processed, accordingly. Your money will be safe with you in control of it. Do not worry about that.”

This had all been said matter of factly as if it was a certainty. I thought I would have time to think about it but the man’s powerful and commanding attitude made him my dominant and hence my Master. If he asked me right now I would say “yes” and not take any time to consider. Certainly he proposed things, which disgusted me and made me fill with dread but that is what I had said turned me on and what I was looking for. He was only being the kind of Master I said I longed to find in my Profile.

“Oh when you do come back to me you will be branded as my slave on one of your pretty fat bum cheeks with my mark. You will be collared and beaten on a daily basis to toughen you up and give me satisfaction. I will fuck you daily as many times as I need and you will suck me when ordered. You are for my personal use but when friends come round who are like minded you will entertain them anyway they want as long as I say yes and once they have a condom on them. They will do it under my guidance and I will watch. You will perform for them as a Urinal and you might even service them ‘Immaculately’ if you catch my drift. Now you may think you can say no but you do not.  All this is a certainty and you are my slave for ever or until I tire of you. But that pretty mouth of yours with its deep throat and that tight fat arse is mine to use now and forever. You will be trained up physically to improve your performance and your physical appeal so that arse will become very pretty.”

With that all said he rammed his huge prick up my arse and rode me fast and furiously. His glorious, big brown prick, which ruled me, for now and ever.

The lights were low.  A row of candles flickered on the mantle.  A full-length mirror was propped up below the shuttered window and all the doors were closed. Everything was set up the way Gunther liked it.

Gunther stepped in front of the mirror. Wait, no. He stepped back. Not yet. This had to perfect. Gunther shook his head back and forth. He cracked his knuckles. This is it, this is it, this is it. He took a deep breath and stepped forward.

Yes. Gunther looked in the mirror and saw a tall, pale man with dark hair flopping about his head and running over his wide face in a scruffy, untrimmed beard. Naked except for a pair of blue, low-rise briefs and a silver ring around his right ring finger, the man was a vision. His chest was a perfect pair of hairy domes with a deep crevasse running down the middle, his abdomen a solid wall packed tight with warm, unbending marble. His arms were cannons, his legs trees, his shoulders rocks that could hold up the world. He was perfect and he deserved everything.

Gunther stared at himself, not wanting to move. Slowly, he raised his right arm and curled it into a flex, watching as his bicep rolled into a tight ball of muscle. His other hand glided across his hairy abs and fiddled with the waist band of his blue briefs. His cock was pushing against the fabric, tenting his underwear in front of him and pointing at the man in the mirror.

Gunther turned his head slowly, slowly. He stared at his chest, tattooed on which was a great red ‘S’ set inside a triangle. Gunther smiled and caressed it. Here I am, here I am, here I am, Superman.

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The city sparkled.  Viewed from this height, Metropolis looked like a field of diamonds.  It was, Superman reflected, always beautiful, no matter how often he looked down upon it.

But Superman knew that all was not as it seemed. The city sparkled, but beneath that brilliance lay a darkness that if given the chance would corrupt everything that the good people of the city had worked for. And when those people were powerless against that darkness, it was up to him to set things right.

Superman passed through a cloud. Droplets of icy water condensed on his skin, wrapping his large, muscular body in a cool cocoon. After coming out the other side, he began his descent into the city’s industrial district.

Landing quietly on a rooftop, Superman clenched and unclenched his powerful fists, pushing warmth back into his body. His cape swooped around his mighty frame and settled at his feet.  He closed his eyes and concentrated. Slowly and softly, he began to hear voices coming from inside a nearby warehouse.

“…sure this place is safe, boss?”

“’Course I’m sure.  I talked with my contact in the department.  No cops know we’re here.”

“And what if… uh… what if HE shows up?”

“Well, then we’re probably fucked.  But you think blue boy pays attention to every little transaction in the city? He’s probably rescuing some kitten caught up a tree or something. Now shut up.  I think I hear our guests approaching.”

Superman focused. Sure enough, he heard footsteps. Lifting silently into the air, he glided over to the warehouse and hovered near a broken window, careful to avoid detection.

Superman caught a glimpse of himself in the shattered glass. Hanging there, his suit still moist from his descent, he looked every bit the superhero. His muscled body was large and powerful, but sleek, and capable of deadly precision. Whoever was in there didn’t stand a chance against him, but it was not his place to make the rules. He peered inside the window.

Five men, all of them armed, stood at one end of the warehouse. They wore sweatshirts, jeans, and caps pulled low over their faces. The exception was a tall, portly men who stood encircled by the others. He wore a dark three-piece suit, complete with overcoat, and a wide-brimmed hat. This, Superman knew, was Gino Castiggliani, a wanted gunrunner. He was flanked by two slightly shorter but well-built men who looked to be packing large, semi-automatic weapons. Two men in the back were standing on either side of an enormous metal crate that Superman guessed held the evening’s merchandise. Unfortunately, the case seemed to have a lead coating on it that Superman could not see through with his X-ray vision. More and more criminals were doing that nowadays.

Superman readied himself but did not make his move. Below, four young men entered the warehouse. One wore a backpack. All of them had tucked pistols into the waists of their pants and covered them with the bottoms of their shirts. They hadn’t made much effort to conceal them, and Superman didn’t need his X-Ray vision to see past the deception. One of the group, a young, dark-skinned man dressed in dirty jeans and a baggy jacket, stepped forward.

“You got the stuff?” the dark-skinned man asked.

Castiggliani crossed his arms in front of his chest. His voice was low and resonant. “What, that’s it? No hello? We’re not in any rush here, boys. The bargaining has just begun.”

The dark-skinned man shifted in place. “Look, we don’t wanna be here longer than we have too. Now do you have the stuff or not?”

Castiggliani chuckled. “Ah, I used to be like you, so impetuous and impatient.  Thinner too.”  The man remained stone-faced. “But I can see you want what you came here for. Yes, we have it.”

The dark-skinned man eyed the crate in the back of the room. He indicated it with a nod of his head. “Yep, that’s it,” Castiggliani chortled. “More than enough firepower to wipe any rival gang off the map for good. Straight from America’s front lines to the streets of Metropolis.” The man took a step forward. “Nuh-nuh-nuh. Not so fast. Let’s see some collateral.”

The dark-skinned man nodded and motioned to his friend with the backpack, who stepped forward. He slid the backpack off his shoulders and handed it to the dark-skinned man, who opened it and held it under Castiggliani’s face. From the window, Superman used his X-ray vision and saw that the bag was full of cash, all of it haphazardly bound up in rubber bands. This was what Superman had been looking for: the money stolen from the First Bank of Metropolis a week earlier.

Castiggliani nodded his approval. “Very nice work. Very nice. Vinnie, the bag.” The man to Castiggliani’s right swooped forward and snatched the bag out of the dark-skinned man’s hand faster than he could react. Castiggliani grinned. “We’ll have to count this, naturally. But as a sign of good faith, I see no reason we can’t load the crate onto your vehicle ahead of time. You’ve been a very good customer.”

The dark-skinned man cocked his head. “How do we know you’re not ripping us off?  We should open the crate first, take a look inside.”

“My boy, I’m hurt. As if I would lie to you. Besides, time is of the essence here. No telling who might show up. You can open this crate when you’ve returned to your home base. I assure you it’ll be well worth it.”

Superman had heard enough. He raised his wrist to his mouth and whispered “Move in.”  Then, as the dark-skinned man began to protest, Superman burst through the window.

“Holy shit!” Two of the gang members started to run for the door. Superman swooped down and threw them to the ground. They scurried towards the back of the warehouse.

Castiggliani’s men drew their weapons. “Rip im’ to shreds!” A hail of bullets zoomed across the room only to bounce painlessly off Superman’s body. They pinged and panged off his chest, his arms, and his face, feeling like no more than light pinches. Superman stared straight ahead.

Once the clips had run out, Superman spoke. “Please remain in the back of the warehouse. Law enforcement agents will arrive shortly to apprehend you.”

The dark-skinned man and his crew looked terrified. One cradled his head in his hands. Another had his hand at his side, ready to draw his pistol but looked too stunned to follow through. Castiggliani alone looked calm. He stepped forward. “Law enforcement? But Superman, we’ve done nothing wrong.”

Superman narrowed his eyes. “Your man is holding a bag containing 500,000 dollars stolen from the First National Bank of Metropolis one week ago. And you shot me.”

“Stolen? Well, I had no idea. I thought these boys were paying for this with their paper-route money.”

“Don’t bother trying to weasel your way out of this, Castiggliani. I don’t need to point out that you’re standing in front of a crate full of illegal firearms.”

Castiggliani didn’t break eye contact. “My lawyers will make sure it’s never opened by anyone but me.  Invasion of privacy.”

Superman began to walk toward the crate. He knew what he was about to do was a little outside of his usual jurisdiction, but if it would help the police put Castiggliani away sooner, it was worth doing. He walked right by Castiggliani’s formidable frame and put his hands on the edge of the crate.  With one smooth motion, he ripped the metal box wide open.

Superman’s eyes went wide. Then a fist slammed into his stomach with the force of a locomotive and sent him sailing through the air. He landed with a crash against the far wall and was promptly buried in falling rubble. He heard the screams of gang members as their bones were snapped and their insides ripped out, heard Castiggliani’s footfalls as he raced for the door, one step ahead of the game, and heard the guttural wail of the creature he had released. The box had not been filled with guns.

Superman burst out from under the pile of rubble and looked across the room. The box’s occupant was an enormous, grotesque human figure, at least seven feet tall and covered in bulbous muscle. Moving with a labored, heavy shuffle and naked except for the tattered remains of a pair of jeans, it looked barely human, an amorphous mass of might.

“No… please…” The dark-skinned man had been knocked onto his back. The monster towered over him, still holding the freshly-detached arm of one of his comrades. “Please don’t hurt me…”

“GRRRAAHAHH!” With a great roar, the creature raised a massive arm and brought it rocketing down. The dark-skinned man shut his eyes and threw his hands over his face.

The blow didn’t come. The man opened his eyes to see Superman, his legs spread wide and his muscular back rippling with effort, holding the monster steady. Superman turned his head. “Go!” he shouted. The man leapt to his feet and bounded out of the warehouse. Superman turned back to his foe, taking in the sight of its bulging eyes, protruding lips, grey skin, and mound upon mound of twisting, ropey muscle.

The creature’s other arm came down; Superman grabbed hold of it, and in a moment, the two combatants had hold on each other’s shoulders. The creature let out a primal roar that shook the room. Superman felt spittle, thick and hot, fly into his face. He redoubled his efforts. Gritting his teeth, he pushed down on the creature’s broad shoulders, trying to force it to its knees. The creature, to Superman’s surprise, pushed back. Spitting and screaming, its hands dug into Superman’s shoulders with a force Superman had rarely encountered, but it wasn’t enough. Superman tensed his back, breathed deep, and pressed himself upon his opponent. It proved too much for the monster, and the creature began to bend over backward.

It let out a new roar, but Superman continued to push. The creature readjusted its footing. Gritting its twin rows of sharp, yellow teeth, it let out a low growl, tensed up its neck, and brought its head crashing into Superman’s.

Superman broke the hold and stumbled backwards. Before he could reorient himself, a titanic fist slammed into his stomach. “Guh!” Another caught him under the chin. Superman took another dazed step back. He raised his arms into a fighting stance, but before he could act the creature kicked him in the gut. He rocketed across the room and slammed into the wall, his stomach and back burning with pain. He narrowed his eyes.

The creature began to lumber towards him, but this time Superman was ready. Bracing his feet against the wall, Superman let out a mighty yell and launched himself into a flying charge. He collided with the creature at an incredible speed, wrapping his arms around its middle and turning the both of them into a grappling, snarling projectile. The pair sailed through the opening Superman had made in the giant metal crate. They slammed into the crate’s back wall, and the force of their collision tipped the crate over so that the opening now faced the ceiling. Superman rammed the creature’s head into the crate over and over. It flailed and wailed, but didn’t submit.

“GRRAHH!” Superman kept at his work, but this time the creature, the side of its faced matted with blue blood, slid to the side and slipped out of Superman’s grip. It whirled around and Superman got one look at its wrecked, gushing face before its fist landed right on the side of Superman’s head. The hero grunted as the creature slammed him face-first into the metal wall. The creature’s hands gripped Superman’s wrists and twisted his arms into a pretzel behind him. Superman arched his back and stuck out his chest, trying to counteract the hold, but the creature only bent his arms further. Superman grunted. His joints lit up with a dull throb, his mammoth muscles all that was keeping the creature from ripping his arms from his sockets. As strong as they were, his arms felt as though they were being stretched to the breaking point.

Then he got an idea. Taking a cue from his opponent, Superman lowered his head and then flung it backward, catching the creature in its face. The hold broke, and Superman used his window of opportunity to spin the creature around and wrap his powerful arms around its head, clamping it in a sleeper hold.

The creature let out a wail that made Superman’s insides quiver. It tried to grab at Superman, but he held fast, applying increasing pressure to the creature’s windpipe. The creature groaned. Its hands batted Superman’s forearms, trying to peel them off. It began to sag in Superman’s grip. Soon the monster lost its footing. Superman got on his knees and let it droop to the floor, still applying pressure. It let out one last moan, pawed weakly at Superman’s arms, and went limp. Superman slowly eased his grip and let the creature, breathing feebly, collapse onto the floor.

Superman leaned against the wall, still in a sitting position.  He rubbed his arms.  The monster had done a number on him. Even now they tingled with a dim fire where the creature had twisted them behind his back.

Superman leaned forward and lifted one of the creature’s massive arms. Even unclenched, it was hard as marble. It was bigger even than Superman’s, if not so dense. Veins ran over it like a thousand tiny rivers, streaking the sickly grey skin with rivulets of blue and purple. On the underside of the forearm was a network of holes and track-marks, not unlike ones Superman had seen on certain drug addicts. Mounds of curled grey flesh marked the entrance points. Superman’s eyes glazed over in thought.

He heard police sirens in the distance and lifted his head. It was a shame he had little to show the boys in blue, but Superman had a feeling this case wasn’t over.

—

Black pants. Black shirt. Black mask and black gloves. Fake gun at his side. He had seen this a million times before. In order to become a hero, one had to make sacrifices. They would all love him.  This was part of the process. Superman, Superman, Superman…

—

The Daily Planet was a whirlwind. The click-clock of wingtip shoes rang against the marble floors and phones rang like a flock of angry locusts. Metropolis’ finest news source never stopped, and this was a slow day.

Clark Kent, easily filling out a blue three-piece suit, sat as his desk. The wooden chair he was sitting on creaked under his weight, but everyone was too busy to notice. He adjusted his glasses and began to work on a story about a new mystery drug on the Metropolis streets when…

Bam! A hand hit his desk. He looked up. “Smallville!” Lois shouted, her dark eyes sharp and alert.  “White’s office. Now. Robbery at Metropolis’ First.”

She walked briskly into the din, never turning her head or stopping to let someone pass. Clark stood up and followed. A robbery. He might be needed.

Perry White was leaning back in his chair, watching live news coverage of the robbery.  There were hostages, and a masked man. White lowered his eyes and bent forward. “Kent, Lane.” His voice was firm. “One of you needs to get down to the First Bank of Metropolis. Second robbery in eight days. Big headline: Not For the First Time: Superman Saves City’s Favorite Bank. Huge winner. Readership up three percent. Make your cases.”

Lightning-quick, Lois fired back. “What makes you think that Superman’s gonna save the day?”

“That’s what he does.  Next.”

Lois began to speak, but Clark beat her by a hair. “I’ve been doing a piece on the bank’s security, sir. I know it inside and out.”

Lois turned. “You’ve been doing that piece on the new super-drug.”

“Yes, but it involves the bank. The men who robbed it last week are involved with its trafficking.”

“Oh, whatta load of bullsh…”

“I’ve heard enough.” White shuffled some papers on his desk and looked Clark in the eye. “Get down to the bank. Lois…” he said as she started to protest.  “Have the mayor’s interview on my desk by four. Dismissed.”

“Thank you, sir.” Clark zoomed out of the room so fast you’d think he was superhuman.

—

The security guard was bleeding. There was a brown-red gash about the size of a golf ball torn into the side of his forehead.

Gunther looked around. A group of frightened customers huddled behind the counter. One bank teller, a young woman, was crying softly a few feet away, cradling the security guard’s head in her lap.  The bank manager, a stern but shaken women with short blond hair, tried again to make her case. “Please, sir…” she said. “We’ll open the safe for you. Just don’t hurt anyone else. We’ll give you what you want and…”

“Quiet!” The manager shrunk to the floor. Gunther intimidated her; he had seen himself reflected in the bank’s dark marble walls. He filled out every inch of his black sweatshirt and jeans. Even covered head to toe, the fabric still outlined his large muscles, moreso when he moved. The security guard had shoulders nearly half the width of Gunther’s. When the man had tried to club him over the head, Gunther had reacted without thinking. He’d spun around and smacked the man with the heel of his hand. Now the man was dying.

Gunther shifted in place. The mask tickled and made him want to sneeze. “Now listen!” he yelled as he faced the huddled group in the back of the bank. “No one needs to get hurt. This isn’t about you. We just need to wait.”

The crying bank teller looked up. “No one needs to get hurt?” she hissed, the security guard’s head still in her lap. “Look what you’ve done! Thomas might die!” Gunther didn’t move. His damn mask itched so much… “You’re a thug!” She looked right at him. “Superman will save us from scum like you!”

The mask still itched, but now it didn’t matter. Gunther took a few heated breaths. He clenched his fists. The teller looked down.

“Don’t…” he began, taking a step toward her, “talk about Superman.” He took another step, his boots echoing off the marble floor. The teller wrapped her arms tightly around the security guard. “Don’t tell me…” he breathed, “about Superman.” He bent over to look at her.  “You don’t know what he wants. GOT IT?” Gunther’s yell filled the room. The hostages flinched. The teller didn’t move. She looked at Gunther, her big blue eyes wet with tears.

And then she was looking past Gunther. She smiled, and cried again. Gunther turned around.

It was just like he’d imagined it.

Superman wasn’t standing. He was hovering inches above the hard floor, his arms crossed over his massive chest. The blue fabric of his suit hugged his legs, his body, and his arms, making every enormous muscle pop with power. His red cape, the shade of which Gunther had long tried to duplicate, hung over his wide shoulders, billowing behind him as he hung in the air. He looked at Gunther with clear, deeply set blue eyes. Gunther gasped.

Superman extended a hand. “Give me your weapon, son.” He said. “Let these people go.”

Gunther didn’t move. Somewhere, a woman whimpered.

“Don’t make this difficult,” Superman said. “I can take that weapon away faster than you can blink. The police are waiting outside. You’d best make this easy on yourself.”

Gunther slowly moved his gloved hand toward the replica gun at his side. He lifted the flap of the holster, fingered the weapon, and slowly drew it out. He held the replica in his palm, and extended his hand to Superman…

…who took the gun and crushed it into a ball. Gunther stood slack-jawed.  Superman dropped the jagged ball of iron onto the floor, where it landed with a loud ping. Superman spread his arms wide and addressed the hostages, never taking his eyes off Gunther.  “You are now all safe.  The situation is under control.” His voice was deep and rich. “Please file out the front doors where law enforcement officers will assist you. I will mind the perpetrator until everyone has been removed to safety.”

The hostages didn’t need coaxing. They filed quickly past Gunther and Superman, their fear gone. The bank teller and another employee supported the security guard between them as he limped toward the exit. As she passed, the teller flashed Superman a tearful smile. “Thank you. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, ma’am.” Superman was still looking at Gunther, and Gunther looked back. Soon, all the hostages had filed out onto the street, and the two were left alone. Superman alighted on the floor.

“That was amazing.” Gunther said in a rush of breath. “Truly amazing. You’re amazing.”

Superman allowed himself the tiniest of smiles. “Thank you.” He said. “Now please follow the hostages out the door. Walk in front of me. The more cooperative you are now, the easier it will be for you in court.”

Superman reached toward Gunther’s shoulder. “Wait, please!” Gunther gasped. Superman hesitated. “I mean… I just wanted to meet you.” The massive hand was still. “To see you.” Gunther reached up and grabbed a hold of his ski mask. He pulled it over his head, revealing his mat of grizzled, chestnut-brown hair and spotty, unshaven beard “I just wanted to see you,” Gunther repeated, and reached out a hand to touch Superman’s chest.

Superman grabbed hold of Gunther’s wrist. “Please turn yourself over to the police or I will be forced to move you.”

“Wait! No, just… just let me say something…” Gunther’s looked at his hero, pleading, and Superman gently let go. Gunther nursed his wrist briefly before looking up. “You’re my hero.” Gunther blurted. “The good you do. The power you have. It’s everything I want, everything I’ve ever tried to be. Ever since I saw you on TV rescuing that woman from the helicopter, I knew my destiny. I moved to Metropolis to be near you. I’ve worked to become more like you, to live up to your example, and I just wanted, just once… to see you. In person. Up close.” Gunther looked Superman up and down, from his crushing quads to his massive pecs. “To see you…”

Everything was still. Gunther gazed at Superman adoringly, and Superman, his eyes narrowed, looked back.

And then Superman turned to the side and laughed. It was a one small laugh, almost closer to a snort, but it hit Gunther like a gong. His hero was happy. “You know,” Superman said, with a small slim grin, “There are other ways to see me. I received the key to the city last week in Metropolis square. You could have come to the ceremony.”

“No, that wouldn’t do.” Gunther could feel his eyes watering for happiness. “It had to be personal. I had to…” Gunther took one step backward. “I had to see your power.” Superman towered before him in an explosion of blue and red. It was overwhelming. The superhero stood well over six feet tall, a dense wall of unbreakable muscle. Superman’s hands moved toward his hips, and his pectorals widened with gaping might. Gunther could barely speak for the thrill of it.

“I use my power to help others. That’s what it’s there for.”

“Yes, of course.” Gunther sputtered. “You use your power like a hero. You should. But it’s still yours. It’s you. You’re Superman.” Gunther hesitantly touched Superman’s right hand. Superman did not stop him. “This fist… this is the fist that pummeled Darkseid’s army into submission.” Gunther gingerly touched the hero’s abdomen. “Bullets bounce right off your stomach, like they’re ping-pong balls. We… they… people, we don’t have that power. People get winded running up stairs. But you…” Gunther pressed his hand against his hero’s warm marble stomach. He closed his eyes and whispered. “…you can move worlds.”

Gunther opened his eyes. Superman was staring at him, his smile gone. Gunther peeled his hand away from his hero’s stone-hard stomach.

“What is it you want, son?”

Gunther replied slowly. “To feel your power.  I mean… just for a second, to touch it, you. To know…”

Sirens were blaring outside. The hostages had assembled and were being questioned by police.  Several uniformed officers stood at the entrance to the bank, waiting but not anxious for the perpetrator to exit. After all, he was with Superman, and Superman would know what to do.

Superman looked down at Gunther. “You know that you must still give yourself up to the police.” He said quietly. “You have broken the law.”

“I know!” Gunther pressed his hands together. “Oh, I know! I’ll take my medicine, but first, oh please, oh please, Superman. Just a touch…”

Superman was still for another moment. Then Superman raised his right arm into a flex. His bicep peaked against the blue fabric of his suit. It popped into the air and stood erect before Gunther’s unbelieving eyes. Superman gazed down at the mortal beneath him.

Gunther tore off his right glove and moved his hand, hesitantly, toward Superman’s bicep. He prodded it first with his fingers, then cupped it with his hand. It was warm steel. Gunther squeezed it slightly, and marveled that it did not give nor move. It held fast, and it held strong, and it held forever. It was a ball of energy made mass, and Gunther shuddered to touch it.

“It’s amazing.” Gunther breathed. “My God, my God…” Gunther tightened his grip. “I’m sorry.”

Then Gunther sunk his fingers into the iron flesh. With his other hand he gripped Superman’s thigh. With a great heave, he lifted the Man of Steel off the ground, over his head, and threw him with all of his might toward the entrance to the bank. Superman crashed through the bank’s revolving door, bowled over several spectators, and smashed into a police car. Metal flew through the air. People screamed and ran. Sirens blared, and Gunther stepped out of the bank. He pulled his black mask over his head and advanced.

Superman was on his back amid the wreckage of what had moments before been a police car. He lifted his head and saw the man in the mask; he was tall, over six feet, and had a powerful frame. He might be an alien. He might be a robot. Superman didn’t know, but he was strong and he was a threat. His thigh ached where the man had grabbed it. He stood up. “Who are you?”

Gunther didn’t answer. He pulled back his fist and aimed a punch at Superman’s head. Superman dodged left and jabbed Gunther in the jaw. Gunther’s head snapped back. Would that he could bottle that snap and treasure it forever. Gunther punched with his other hand and Superman caught his fist. The two men grabbed the other’s shoulders with their free hands.

Superman dug his feet into the pavement. He strained his arms and bore into Gunther’s body, trying to topple him. Gunther pressed back and did not budge. The two men were close enough to hear each other breathe. Gunther looked into Superman’s eyes. He tensed his back, planted his feet, and gripped tight. He pushed against Superman with all the power he could muster. Superman pushed back, his breath coming in short puffs, but soon found himself bending backward. He readjusted his feet, pushed anew, and was bent again.

Then there was a bright brutal light and Gunther flew backward. He landed with a clash on the steps of the bank. Gunther’s black shirt was ripped open where Superman’s heat vision had torn into him, revealing his meaty, hairy chest. His skin sizzled red at the point of impact. He looked up.  Superman stood several feet away. His eyes glowed a dim orange, and there was sweat on his brow. He hand was pressed to the shoulder where Gunther had grabbed him. People were watching from a distance, afraid.

Gunther rose to his feet and looked Superman in his deep blue eyes. Then he turned and sprinted up the street. People gasped and parted before him.  Gunther heard Superman yell—“Stop!”—and heard the flap of his cape as he lifted off the ground.

Gunther ran straight into the mouth of a subway station, tumbled down the escalator, broke through a turn-style, and rolled onto the stone floor below. To his right was a long dark subway tunnel.  To his left were a group of about ten people standing on the platform waiting for their train; they turned to look at him. He turned around, ignoring them. He itched under his mask. He felt hot all over, and his hands were trembling.

                 

“Stop this now.” Superman demanded as he glided down the staircase and landed on the platform. For a moment there was silence while the bystanders stood by and stared. Gunther made a right fist. “Stop this now. Let these people go.”

“They can go.” Gunther said. “They can all go. Except for you. You’re coming with me.”

Superman’s never broke eye contact. “Everybody please leave,” he said. “It’s not safe.” Gunther drank in Superman’s eyes. At the bank they had been calm, unafraid—amused, even. Now they were slits. Now they were flashing with a dancing orange light.

People scrambled off the platform and up to the main street, and the two men were left alone.  A shiver ran up Gunther’s herculean body, and he smiled. Very soon he would crush Superman with his own two hands.

Neither man moved. Down the tunnel Gunther heard the distant wail of an approaching train. An express, he knew. “I’ll ask again,” Superman said. “Who are you?” The train was getting closer.

Gunther took a breath.  “My name is Gunther.”

“And what is it you want, Gunther?” Superman took a step forward, ready to settle the matter with force. The train rumbled closer, a wail of steel on steel.

“My name is Superman.” Gunther said, and he leapt off the platform and onto the track. He planted his feet and threw out his arms to catch the oncoming train. “Just watch!”

What happened next happened very quickly. The train roared toward Gunther, and Superman yelled out “No!” Gunther felt Superman’s great arms wrap around his middle and shove him out of the way into the concrete wall. The first car blasted by, barely missing the pair of them. Gunther immediately took Superman’s head in his hands, and shoved it backward. A car banged into the back of the superhero’s head with enough force to give anyone else an instant lobotomy. Then another hit him. And then another and another and another. Superman’s head bounced back and forth. He grit his teeth as if to grind them to knubs. His grip on Gunther slackened just the smallest bit, and Gunther leaned forward and ground the hero’s body against the passing train. Car after car screeched against Superman’s body, but all he could do was push back enough to prevent Gunther from toppling over him and train both.

The train finally flew past, and Superman had time to let out one quick breath of relief. Then Gunther landed a powerful right hook to his face. Superman grunted. Gunther sunk his fist into Superman’s stomach. Superman groaned, and bent forward. Gunther clamped his hands together and brought them down on top on Superman’s back, and the hero smashed face-first onto the concrete. Superman put his palms on the pavement, trying to rise, but before he could Gunther smashed his booted foot into the back of Superman’s head, and the Man of Steel’s face crashed through the floor.

Gunther stomped again. And again. And again and again. Superman’s face started to go numb, but in passing he felt firm fingers pulling back his hair, yanking him upright. A warm slab of muscle slid in front of his neck, and another clamped down on the back of his head. They squeezed with incredible force, and Superman knew he was in a sleeper hold. “No.” He grunted, and the weakness in his voice scared him. “No.” He kicked his legs, and the slabs clamped down harder.  He tried to pry Gunther’s arms off his neck, but already he saw spots. He twisted his body, one way then the other, breathing out a long low moan, trying and failing to jerk his head out of Gunther’s grip. Then the color began to drain from his sight, and his arms slackened. And then the subway became grey, and then black. Darkness took the Man of Steel.

—

Superman squeezed his eyes. He felt pain through his forehead, a persistent dull throb. He sniffed, and pursed his lips. What happened?

He felt something soft under his back, and it occurred to him that he was laying down. The man in the mask. Gunther. Superman raised his eyelids slowly. A room splintered into a thousand points of light, a kaleidoscopic image slowing take shape.

Gunther could be anywhere. He could be hurting someone. I have to stop him. The room settled. It was dark and the walls were painted a faded white color. A little light streamed in from a small window above his head. Superman tried to move his right arm and felt something tug on his wrist.

He snapped his head to the side. His wrist was bound with rope, to a wooden poll. A bedpost. He pulled again, but neither the rope nor the bedpost gave. He jerked his legs and found that they too were bound, as was his left wrist. He lifted his head and suddenly saw that he was naked, his hulking, muscular body laid bare on its back in a strange room on a strange bed. He squirmed for a moment but could not break his bonds, and then he saw Gunther.

Gunther was standing in a corner of this small, dim room with his back to the bed. He had on red boots. He was wearing a pair of blue tights over his thick thighs and tight red shorts over his muscular buttocks. A thin blue fabric Superman would have recognized anywhere was stretched taut over his wide back and shoulders, and when Gunther turned around Superman saw plainly his own great yellow ‘S’ spread across Gunther’s barreled chest. All he was missing was the cape. Gunther broke into a wide smile. “You’re awake!”

Gunther had shaved his beard and combed back his dark hair. His skin remained pale and splotchy, and his wide-set brown eyes retained their mania, but he looked cleaner than before.

He wore Superman’s suit as if he had been born into it; it hugged his muscular body like a second skin, and if anything seemed slightly too small. Veins on Gunther’s arms pressed dimly through the sleeves, and the great ‘S’ dipped and creased where Gunther’s pecs met in the middle of his chest. Gunther walked to the bedside and looked down. He was grinning. “You’re awake!”

“Gunther.” Superman found it challenging to collect his thoughts. “What are you doing?”

“I beat you!” Gunther said. “I knew I would. I’m not like Superboy or the Annihilator. I really beat you.”

“Gunther, you’ve got to let me go. There are people out there who need me. People who need my help.”

“Oh, they’ll get it. None of them will ever be in danger again. I’ll do you proud, I swear.”

Dread, hot and heavy, began to pool in Superman’s stomach. “Gunther, what do you mean?”

“I’m going to replace you, Superman.” Gunther continued to smile pleasantly, as if he had just remarked on the weather. “I was always going to replace you. Ever since I first saw you on the news, I knew my destiny.” Gunther turned around and walked toward a bureau on the wall opposite the foot of the bed. He picked up a folded piece of red fabric Superman recognized instantly as his own cape. “I was in a bad way back then. I didn’t know where I belonged. But seeing you save that woman…well, it pointed the way for me.” Gunther began to unfold the cape in his hands.  “I trained day and night.  I got bigger and stronger, so big and strong that I could take you down.” Superman tugged on the ropes binding him the bed. He cast his eyes around the room, looking for something he could use to escape.

Gunther unfolded the cape completely and let the end of it drop to the floor. Superman saw a glint of silver on his right hand. “Not that you needed to be taken down. You’re a great hero. You’re my hero.” Gunther turned around and stood to his full height. He threw the cape out behind him and set the narrow end between his broad shoulders. The rest curled down Gunther’s back in a majestic sweep, and Superman felt he could be looking into a funhouse mirror. “But it’s time that I have my chance.”

The two men stared at each other for a moment as the cape settled at Gunther’s feet. “Gunther, you can’t do this.”

“I already have, Superman.” He moved once again toward the bedside. “After the people have accepted me, you’ll see this was all for the best.  I’m honored to take up your standard, and I promise to protect the world just like you would. Better—you’ll see.”

“No!” Superman pulled at his bonds. He thrashed about the bed, his great muscles pulling uselessly on the rope. He strained until beads of sweat dampened his forehead, but the ropes wouldn’t budge. “No…”

“You can’t escape, Superman. I’ve planned a long time for this.” Gunther walked back to the bureau and opened a drawer. He reached inside and pulled out a rock. He held it up. It was small, no bigger than a penny, and it gave off a faint green glow. Superman’s mouth went dry. “Got it while I was janitor at LexCorp.” Gunther moved closer, and Superman turned his face away. “They have a whole wing just for researching you, did you know that? One of the scientists there, he was friendly with me. He had a thing for muscles.” Gunther curled one of his arms into a flex.  His bicep blasted out against the blue fabric of the suit. “All I had to do was flex for him. Once was all it took, and he would do just about anything I asked. I guess you know what that’s like.”

Gunther put the kryptonite back in the drawer. “Anyway, that should keep you from getting free. And don’t worry, Superman: I’m not weak to that stuff, and I’ll make sure Lex Luthor pays for everything he’s done.” Gunther loomed over the bed and looked at Superman with wide, warm eyes.  “It’s a new beginning, hero.” He turned and headed for the door opposite the bed.

“Wait!” Superman gasped. Gunther turned around. “Gunther, if I’m really your hero, then let me go. There are things out there you’re not ready for. There are things that take…”

“A Superman?” Gunther stood in the door a moment, filling out every inch of the red-and-blue suit. “That’s what I am.” He left the room and closed the door behind him.

—

“What do you have for me, Lane?”

Lois Lane, smartly dressed in a sharp red power suit and black skirt, flipped through her notepad. “Last night, Metropolis PD found a pimp and four prostitutes buried inside a collapsed building on the south side. Only one survived.” She flipped a page. “Early this morning the cops found Vinnie Denozzo, that drug kingpin we’d been tracking, outside the station. Three of his four limbs were broken and his nose was bashed in. He’s in critical condition.” Another flip.  “And we just got a report that a police chase ended when a car carrying stolen merchandise flew off Interstate 55 and crashed into a tenement building…four blocks away. It had to be the Superfake.”

Perry White sighed at Lois from across his desk. “You might wanna stop calling him that.”

“Well, I’m certainly not calling him Superman! Some stranger can’t just show up sporting the suit and not expect us to call him on it, can he?”

“I just mean that in light of how touchy it makes him…”

“I don’t give a damn how touchy it makes him. Are we here to report the news or aren’t we?  What are you, afraid of him?”

“When he threatens to hurt my reporters, yeah, I’m afraid of him.”

Lois held her tongue. She sat back in her chair and exhaled slowly. “Sorry. I know it’s dangerous but it’s a risk worth taking. The name Superman means something in this town, and this guy’s no Superman. He’s killing criminals left and right, not to mention any innocent bystanders who get caught in the cross-fire. This isn’t a guy Metropolis can rally behind. He’s a dangerous head-case and the city needs to know.”

Perry leaned over his desk. “Have you learned anything new about him?”

“Not much. We haven’t been able to find any friends, family, anyone that knows him. Still don’t know how he got hold of that suit, either, or where the real Superman is.” Lois lowered her head. “We will, though.”

“I know you’ll do what you need to do, Lane. But watch your back. This guy is dangerous.”

“I will.” Lois stood up. “I just wish I could watch out for everyone else.”

—

“You sure this place is safe, boss?”

Castiggliani and two of his armed bodyguards stood at the far end of a warehouse. Meatpacking district this time. It was very early in the morning. Behind them, another man stood next to a great metal crate.

“Safe as we’re gonna get. No one in the department knows we’re here, anyway.”

“And what, if… uh… what if HE shows up?”

“Well, then we’re probably fucked. But Superfake don’t seem like the brightest bulb in the box. Probably smashing up s’more skyscrapers in the name of truth, justice, and whatever the hell.” Castiggliani turned around and eyed the man near the crate. “Now where the fuck is Frank? He was supposed to meet us on site two hours before the sale.”

A crash, so loud Castiggliani could feel it in his chest, burst from the back of the warehouse. The wall near the crate had exploded, and battered bits of brick clattered on the ground and flew overhead. A thick dust filled the air, and Castiggliani put his hands over his face to shield himself. Through his fingers he saw a hulking, muscular man walk through a hole in the wall. The man held Castiggliani’s bodyguard, Frank, himself a well-built man, by the throat, using only one hand. He let go, and Frank, bloody and beaten and barely moving, fell to the floor with a grunt. The man stepped forward. He was pale, with wild, sunken eyes and a head of dark, think hair, haphazardly combed and tossed round by the wind. He was wearing Superman’s suit and filled out every inch of it, but of course he wasn’t Superman. Castiggliani looked up and Gunther and frowned. Great.

Gunther spoke in a raspy tenor, a voice slightly too high-pitched for a man his size. “End of the line, Castiggliani. Your life of crime is over.”

Castiggliani’s bodyguards hefted their weapons and took aim. “No, boys.” Castiggliani said. “Superman here’s got us beat.”

The guards looked sideways at their boss, blinking away the settling dust. Gunther’s next threat caught in his throat. Frank remained on the floor, and bled. Castiggliani admonished his men with a wave of his hands. “Well, what are you waiting for? Lay down your arms. On the ground.  Superman…” Castiggliani turned to look at Gunther, who looked back with mouth slightly ajar. “We’ll go quietly.”

The men put their guns on the ground. Gunther, still slack-jawed, took one half-step forward, cocked his head, and spoke. “Good!” He said, finally. “Yes. Now, uh, turn around.”

Castiggliani turned in place. His guards looked at one another under furrowed brows, but they slowly followed suit. They all heard Gunther’s blue boots pad the floor behind them, and soon Gunther was behind the guard on Castiggliani’s left. Gunther pulled the guard’s hands behind his back and began to lash his wrists together with a length of rope.

Castiggliani took a deep breath. “I was beginning to think I would never be caught, Superman.”  Gunther continued to bind the guard’s wrists. “The police, your predecessor. No one could ever quite get it done. Not until now.”

Gunther continued his work. “It’s what I’m here to do.”

“Of course, of course. Good job.” Gunther pulled the rope taut around the guard’s wrists and pushed him gently from behind so that he fell to his knees. Gunther walked toward Castiggliani and took hold of the Mafioso’s wrists. “A good job indeed. Will the police be swooping in soon to take us to our just rewards, then?”

Gunther brought Castiggliani’s wrists together. “Yeah. Eventually. After I call them.”

“You mean they didn’t come with you?”

“The police…” Gunther held on to Castiggliani’s wrists.  “They don’t work with me.”  He put another length of rope into place and slowly began to bind Castiggliani in place.

“Don’t work with you?” Castiggliani asked, his voice rising with concern. “But you’ve brought down more criminals in the past month than the last Superman did in a year. You’re wiping the city clean, by gum.”

Gunther had stopped tying Castiggliani’s wrists. “I am.” Gunther said. “I’m the best thing that ever happened to this city. I’m the hero of the people.” Castiggliani heard Gunther take a deep breath and felt the exhalation on the back of his neck.  “The hero of the people.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Castiggliani saw one of his guards crack a small smile. He continued to press what was swiftly becoming one of the easiest sells of his life. “Never a truer statement, my boy.  Never a truer statement. Why just yesterday I saw on the news…”

“The news!” Gunther spit, and he let Castiggliani’s wrists fall from his hands. “They don’t understand me at all. It’s destruction this, menace that.” Gunther walked in front of Castiggliani and turned around to face him. His cape swept behind him in the wake of the turn, and his muscled torso looked about as permeable as a castle wall. But when Castiggliani looked up into Gunther’s big, watery brown eyes, he saw a child, one of those suckers born every minute he spent swaths of his day defrauding. “And that Lane bitch.”  Gunther made a fist. “She has it in for me. Doesn’t appreciate what I’m doing for this city. For her city. I should teach her a lesson one of these days.

Gunther clapped his balled fist into his cupped hand, and a shot like a bombshell rang out, shaking dust from the rafters. Guide this one carefully, thought Castiggliani, or your head’s a zit. “What they need to see,” said Castiggliani, slowly and with a kind smile, “is you taking down more criminals.”

“I’ve done that!” Gunther spread his arms, and Castiggliani noted a silver ring on his right hand.  “And it doesn’t help! They hate me! The don’t even call me…”

“Superman,” Castiggliani said, calmly. “I might be able to help you.”

—

Perry White and Lois Lane stared at each other from across White’s desk. Lois had her arms folded across her chest. Perry leaned back in his chair. He put his elbow on his desk and rested his chin in his hand. “Lane…”

“No!” Lois shouted, rising to her feet. “No. I know what you’re going to say. You’re going to say that we can’t print this.” She gestured to an article that lay on Perry’s desk. “That it’s too dangerous, too risky, that we could all be killed.  Right?” Perry looked her in the eye. “And I say no! Since when have we ever, in the history of this paper, not run something because it was too dangerous, too risky? We cannot let this happen to our paper, Perry! We cannot let this happen to our city!”

“Lois, you want to run a front page article suggesting that this Superman, or whomever he may be, is in league with Gino Castiggliani, the mobster. That he’s been tricked into doing the man’s bidding, eliminating his competition, an unwitting pawn of organized crime.”

“And that he’s a world-class moron. Yeah, I do. And it’s all true.”

“I believe you. I’ve no doubt that it is all true, and that’s the reason we should think twice before printing it. Lois, if the Superfake is in Castiggliani’s pocket, and they see this, he will send the guy after us, after you.”

“So what then? You want us to lay low until the threat has passed, to ignore injustice until it’s too late to stop it?”

“What I want,” Perry said, and his voice rose to match Lois’, “is for you to live long enough to write another story.”

Lois stared at Perry for a long moment. She sat down, lifted her head, and stared at the ceiling. “Oh, God,” she said. “Where is Superman?”

—

Gunther unlocked the door. He had put a black sweatshirt on over his super-suit, but Castiggliani could still see the blue fabric poking out of his sleeves. “Come in,” he said.

“Thanks.” Castiggliani stepped over the threshold and into a small, gray stairwell. He had driven here alone. It wasn’t his normal policy, especially not when he was coming this far north into the city slums, but Gunther had insisted on discretion.

The entranceway was dank. The wallpaper was peeling, and there was a great brown blotch on the ceiling where the plaster was peeling away. “Is this you?” Castiggliani asked, indicating a door at the bottom of a short staircase. Gunther nodded, and opened the door to his apartment.

Castiggliani stepped through and immediately had to resist the urge to press a handkerchief to his face. The place was full of mildew and dust. The room he had entered was small, with hardwood floors that had streaks of rot running across them. Against the rightward wall, there was a stove, a refrigerator, and a sink, but no table or counter. The walls were mostly bare, except for a full-length mirror propped against an empty fireplace on the far end of the room. A weight bench was pushed up against the leftward wall and barbells of varying sizes littered the floor. There was also a dresser in the far right corner of the room, and next to it another door. Castiggliani was very interested in this door, but didn’t say so.

“Nice place.” Castiggliani said. “How long have you lived here?”

“Since I moved to the city.” Gunther walked in front of Castiggliani and paced the length of the room. “Eight… nine years ago. There used to be people living above me, but they’re gone now.” He continued to pace the floor, and Castiggliani noted that he was clenching and unclenching his fists.

I have to be careful, Castiggliani thought. Twitchy fucker like this, he’s as likely to let me in as smear me across the wall.

Castiggliani had gotten to know that about Gunther over the past several weeks. The boy was eager to please, but guarded. Over time, Castiggliani had dragged Gunther’s life story out of him, or most of it. He’d grown up in some one-horse town in Kansas, the child of a barfly mother and an absentee father. He was slow and clumsy, and didn’t have any friends. After he saw Superman on the news, he became obsessed, and left for the big city as soon as he was strong enough.

As soon as he was strong enough. That was the key. Gunther seemed to think he’d gained his great strength by working out and eating right, but any sane man could see there was more to it. His power was the touchiest topic of all. Gunther was very quick to shoot down suggestions that it was the result of anything but his own effort (too quick, the mobster thought), so Castiggliani had to be very careful with what he said and how he said it.

He had a working theory, though, and it didn’t have anything to do with Gunther’s passion to weightlifting. Not for the first time, he eyed the silver ring on Gunther’s right hand.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come up through the sewer with you,” Castiggliani said. “Don’t have the legs for it.” He walked toward an entranceway on the left wall, through which he could see an old washer and dryer. There was a large hole in the floor. “This is how you brought him in?”

“Yes!” Gunther went and stood behind Castiggliani. The mobster couldn’t see it, but he knew Gunther was smiling. “That was all part of my plan. I made that hole just so I could get him in without being seen. I knew there was a sewer line right below the building, and after I beat him I brought him right back here!”

“Well done, Superman.” Castiggliani turned around. He had been right—Gunther was grinning.  “You know you’ve got a first class brain to go along with that brawn. We should put that to better use.”

Gunther lowered his eyes and laughed under his breath, and Castiggliani knew that the tide had turned.

“So,” Castiggliani said, “you’ll be happy to hear that my men have tracked down the location of Chucky E, of the South Street Gang. We think he’s holed up in the back of a speakeasy in Old Town, surrounded by his armed guards. He’s the only boss they have left, so they’re taking no chances. We’re planning a raid in a few hours—Granddad and some of our new crew should be moving into position right now. It’ll be dangerous, and you’ve already helped us out so much already, but I was wondering …”

“Of course!” Gunther said. “Let me at ‘em, Mr. Castiggliani! I don’t care if it’s dangerous. Those bullets won’t stop me! I’ll smear that rat on the wall just like the last one!” He clapped his fist into his hand, and there was a boom like a shotgun blast. The mobster still flinched when he did that.

“Fine, my boy, fine. I can see you have a talent for this work.” Gunther beamed, and Castiggliani peered past him to the door in the right corner of the room. Gunther turned his head, and spoke without being prompted.

“That’s where I keep him.” His voice was slow and soft, like he was saying a prayer. “I talk to him every day, whenever I can. I tell him what I’m doing, who I’m stopping, who I’m saving. I tell him about the work I’m doing for him…”

Castiggliani placed a hand on Gunther’s shoulder. “I’m sure he’s very proud of you.” Gunther took a deep breath. “Can I see him?”

Gunther didn’t respond for a moment, and Castiggliani didn’t press the matter. After a moment, Gunther nodded, and Castiggliani prodded him gently in the back. They walked toward the door.  Gunther opened it.

And there he was. No cape, no boots, no suit. Not even underwear. Just Superman, near 300 pounds if he was an ounce, lying on his back, prostrate, his arms and legs bound to the posts of a king-sized bed frame, a black handkerchief tied around the back of his head and wedged deep in his mouth.

Castiggliani smiled, forgetting himself. He had never seen his enemy so defeated, put on display like a piece of meat for the tenderizing. Superman had a vacant look about him—the superhero hadn’t turned his head when they entered the room, but he turned it now. His eyes widened, and Castiggliani mastered his glee.

“Hero.” Gunther moved toward the bedside, and looked down. “I’ve been gone for a while. I hope you’ve been comfortable.” Superman looked over Gunther’s shoulder and locked eyes with Castiggliani, who could not stop grinning. “I’ve brought someone.” Gunther turned around, and Castiggliani let the smile fall from his face like it was a mask. “You know him.”

Castiggliani was not sure if it was fear making Superman’s eyes bulge out like that, but he hoped so. “I do,” he said, glancing downward and careful to keep his tone contrite. “I’ve known Superman for a long while, although it hasn’t been on the best of terms, I’m afraid.” He moved to stand beside Gunther. The sight of his enemy spread out beneath him was almost too much to take, and he beat back the urge to throttle the man there and then. “I want you to know that I’ve turned over a new leaf. Your successor has been an enormous help.”

Castiggliani thought he saw Superman’s eyes bug out another couple of millimeters. “It’s true, hero. He’s the one who’s been helping me take down all the gangsters, and the crooks, and all the bad guys. Luthor will be next. We’re going to clean up the city together!”

In truth, Castiggliani was contemplating a partnership with Luthor, after his immediate competition was taken care of. By all accounts, the business mogul was a shrewd man, and sending a blunt instrument like Gunther against him would not do, although the two of them might be able to find some new uses for him if they put their heads together. “That’s right!” he said.

There was a buzzing in Castiggliani’s pocket, and the mobster reached in to pull out his cell phone. It was his mistress, wondering where he wanted to go for dinner. “It’s Granddad,” Castiggliani said. “They’re getting ready to begin the raid.” He paused, allowing time for Gunther to fill in the blanks.  “Superman,” he said, addressing Gunther, “we’ve got to get to Old Town. It’s time to put the South Street gang down for good.”

Gunther raised himself up to his full height, and nodded. “Right.” He looked down at Superman, who was tossing his head back and forth, pulling at his restraints. “I’ll be back soon, hero. And I’ll have good news!” Gunther bowed his head and closed his eyes. He whispered something under his breath, and smiled. “Goodbye.” He turned and walked out of the room. Castiggliani followed.

Once in the foyer, the mobster clasped Gunther on the shoulders with both hands and thanked him. He thanked him three times.

—

Castiggliani saw Gunther out into the street before insisting that the deluded freak go on ahead. “Granddad’s expecting you,” he said. “I’ll meet you there.” And then, off the uncertainty in Gunther’s eyes. “I can’t move like a superhero moves.”

Flattery smoothed over Gunther’s doubts. The man-child nodded and darted down the alley next to his apartment building. When he emerged, he was sporting Superman’s blue-and-red suit—by now, it was spattered with brown and grey here and there, but still intact. Castiggliani watched him bound away south, each jump a mile, before finally letting the joy wash over him. He closed his eyes and soaked it in.

After calling Granddad and warning him who was on the way, Castiggliani turned his attention to Gunther’s door. Picking the lock was easy—that was a skill Castiggliani had perfected in the days before he had become a monster. Hell, he’d perfected that before becoming a third-grader, and this lock was not of a very high quality. Anybody could have just walked right in here, he reflected, but I’m the one doing it.

Superman was where Castiggliani had left him: tied up and helpless. When the hero saw that Castiggliani had come back alone, he struggled against his bonds, and the mobster felt himself become hard in his pants. No one—not his wife or mistress or girlfriend—could have excited him like this.

The first thing Castiggliani did was rifle through Gunther’s dresser drawers until he found the small shard of kryptonite Gunther had told him about. He held it in his hand for a moment, admiring the soft glow, before passing it over the prostrate Man of Steel like a metal detecting wand. Sure enough, the hero’s eyes rolled into the back of his head the closer the stone came to his body, and Castiggliani grinned at the possibilities. He placed the shard on top of Gunther’s dresser.

“God almighty, is that boy dumb,” Castiggliani said. “I’ve got bags of fertilizer in my garage smarter than him.” Castiggliani removed his coat, and went to stand by the bedside. “But look who I’m talking to. He talks to you every day. Every day, he said. Oh, you poor man.” Castiggliani reached down and began to undue the restraint binding Superman’s right wrist to the bedpost. Superman stared up at him. “Then again, you’re the palooka who got his ass handed to him. Maybe you’re no Einstein, neither.” Slowly, Castiggliani untied the knots on Superman’s other wrist, his right foot, his left. Superman tried to roll out of the bed on the side opposite Castiggliani, but the big man grabbed him and rolled him back over. “Maybe you’re just a big, dumb fuck who doesn’t know when to… shit…” Castiggliani grunted as he wrapped his arms around Superman’s body, hauling the battered superhero onto his feet. Unused or not, those muscles were heavy. “Umf…when to mind his own business. Okay…better?” The two men stood for a moment, Superman swaying back and forth on his feet, his body covered in a sheet of sweat, and Castiggliani smiling, his hands clasped behind his back. He opened his mouth in sudden surprise. “Oh, Superman, I almost forgot.” Castiggliani reached up and yanked the gag out of the Man of Steel’s mouth. It fell limply around his neck.

The hero sputtered. “Cast…”

“Shut up.” The mobster punched Superman hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Superman gasped, and doubled over. Castiggliani grabbed the back of Superman’s hair and pulled him back into a standing position, and then punched him in the gut again. This time he let Superman fall forward onto his hands and knees. Once his face was in striking distance, Castiggliani kneed the superhero in the chin. Superman twisted away from the mobster and collapsed face-down onto the narrow strip of floor between the bed and the wall. Castiggliani bent over.

“Fuck me, Superman, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” Castiggliani reached down and slid his arms under Superman’s shoulders, once again heaving the hero onto his feet. Weak as he was, Superman scrambled to find footing, which made Castiggliani’s job a little easier.

Once he was standing up, Castiggliani grabbed the hero by the shoulder and swung him round so that the two were face-to-face. Superman was slick with sweat, and his thick black hair clung to his forehead in greasy strands. Although Superman was a few inches taller than Castiggliani, the way he was hunching over brought the two of them to an equal height.

Superman’s eyes were glassy and unfocused, but Castiggliani still recognized fear. “Dangerous,” Superman sputtered, swaying back and forth. “Gotta stop Gunther. Lemme go…umpff…” Castiggliani clamped a hand over Superman’s mouth and pushed the bigger man back two paces until he was pinned against a wall. With his free hand, Castiggliani made a fist and struck Superman hard in the side. Superman gave a muffled grunt.

The mobster punched Superman in his other side, and heard the hero groan. Then he punched him again, and again and again, beating him about the chest and stomach. With his other hand, Castiggliani clamped down on Superman’s face and banged the back of the hero’s head against the wall. Superman tried to pry Castiggliani off him, and the mobster was delighted to find that he didn’t have anywhere near the required strength.

After beating his prize for a few more moments, Castiggliani tossed Superman face-first onto Gunther’s bed, where he collapsed, parts of his torso turned a splotchy red and his mouth open in a soundless moan. “Oh, this is like Christmas,” Castiggliani said, slightly out of breath. “This is like Christmas and New Year’s and Easter and about 30-hundred birthdays. I should get on my knees and thank that halfwit for giving me this time with you.”

Superman tried to raise himself off the bed, but Castiggliani grabbed the hero’s legs and dragged him toward the wall, so that Superman’s upper body was prostrate on the bed while his butt and legs hung off it, his knees hovering above the floor. Castiggliani stared for a moment at Superman’s glistening ass, two perfect mounds of tanned muscle, before undoing his belt and letting his slacks fall to the floor.

“Remember when you busted my crew on that arms deal a few years back, Superman? The one with the Turks? I went to prison for that job.” Castiggliani pulled down his underpants and let his thick cock fall free. It stood at its full eight-and-a-half inches, harder than Castiggliani could remember it being in years. “I’m afraid I’ve never quite forgiven you for it, although I did pick up a few new moves inside. You’ve been making the criminals of this city your bitch for years. Lemme return the favor.”

Superman reached for the opposite side of the bed, but the mobster held him back. Castiggliani let a big ball of spit fall from his mouth and land on Superman’s lower back. He spread it between the hero’s cheeks, and prodded his anus with a wet finger. Superman jerked his head back and gave a yelp. Castiggliani smiled.

Castiggliani’s cock slid inside Superman easier than he would have expected, although he still had to put it in an inch at a time, pausing after each new push to quiet Superman’s attempts to shake him out. Superman’s resistance only made Castiggliani harder, and he grinned as the last inch of him passed inside, and Superman let out a sound Castiggliani had never expected to hear from him: a wheezing heave of pain through gritted teeth, the sound of a man who was fighting a losing battle for everything he had. Castiggliani felt himself threatening to explode right then and there, so he took a deep breath.

“Easy, bitch,” he said, as he grabbed ahold of Superman’s wet hair. “Relax into it, baby, and you might even enjoy this.” He yanked Superman’s head back, and the hero made a noise that was half-gasp and half-choke. “Because you’re getting fucked, Superman.” He pulled his cock out two inches. “You’re getting fucked hard.” He pushed.

Castiggliani rode Superman rough. There was drool dripping from his mouth as he bent over the hero, crushing him with the weight of his body as he slammed in and out of his tight hole. Superman gasped and heaved throughout, expect for when Castiggliani clapped a hand over his mouth. It was the best sex the mobster could ever remember having.

“Ooohhh…” Castiggliani felt it coming. He let it go, thrusting into Superman and filling him with cum. He lay there for a moment, feeling the heat beneath him, before standing and pulling his penis out with a moist plop.

“Damn, bitch.” He pulled his pants back up. “Goddam. You really know how to make a guy feel special.” Superman didn’t say anything, but he did try to lift his knees back onto the bed. “Still fighting, huh?” Castiggliani chuckled. “I suppose one roll in the hay won’t be enough to break you. Don’t worry: we’ve got time.”

At last, Castiggliani managed to roll Superman onto his back. He was weakened, but he still weighed a lot, and he was using what little energy he had to fight Castiggliani off. One swift punch to the face gave Castiggliani enough time to retie Superman’s limbs to the bedposts. He put the shard of kryptonite back in Gunther’s drawer, and tucked his shirt back into his pants.

“I’ll be coming back, Superbitch. I’ll be coming back as often as I can. You’re over. You’re done. That moron has your suit, and your name, and your power. And I have him.” Castiggliani buckled his belt. “And if I can get that ring off his finger, I won’t even need him anymore. But one way or another, I’ll be ruling this city before long.” Castiggliani leaned in. “Thank you, Superman.” He kissed Superman hard on the mouth.

Castiggliani slapped Superman gently on the face and left the room. He shut the door behind him.

—

Superman lay still a full five minutes before he realized one of his bonds was loose. Castiggliani hadn’t bound his right wrist as tightly to the bedpost as Gunther had, and even in the presence of kryptonite, Superman still found he could wriggle his hand through the knot bit by bit. He did his best to concentrate.

His rectum burned. It was a tight, stinging sensation, but he tried to put it out of his mind. There wasn’t time for that—there was no telling what damage Gunther might have done by now. At last, his sweaty hand slipped free, and he set about untying his other hand, and then his two feet. It was slow, frustrating work. In the presence of kryptonite, his fingers weren’t as strong or dexterous as they had been, and the edges of his vision were blurred. Several times, he had to lay back down to rest. Superman couldn’t say how long he spent prying at the knots—an hour…two, three—but at last, he managed to free all of his limbs.

Superman collapsed over the side of the bed and onto the floor. He had meant to stand up and walk to the door, but found that his legs buckled underneath him. He tried to raise himself up, and the sore spots on his body burned where Castiggliani had beaten him. At last, he pulled himself to a crouching position, and then a standing position. Inch by inch, he made his way to the bedroom door. He opened it and stepped into Gunther’s apartment.

He shoved the door closed behind him and stumbled across the room, sitting down on a weight bench propped against the far wall. He took several deep breaths. With the kryptonite on the other side of the door, his mind was clearer than it had been in weeks, but he was still far from full strength.

His chest heaving, Superman looked around. He hadn’t seen any of this when Gunther had brought him in. The apartment was squalid, and bare. Whether by design or accident, Gunther had hidden him somewhere no one would think to look.

Superman raised his hand to his face and rubbed the spots out of his eyes. Castiggliani had mentioned the ring. Superman had spent the last few months in a fog of pain, but he remembered that Gunther had talked to him, and he had said enough to make Superman suspicious. Whatever Gunther’s ring was, wherever it came from, it would have to figure into whatever plan Superman made to stop him.

But first things first. Superman stood up with a groan and slowly padded his way toward the dresser in the corner of the room, near the bedroom door. He pulled open the drawers, glanced in, and pulled on a pair of baggy grey sweatpants and a tight white tee-shirt. He didn’t bother with shoes or underwear. The first priority had to be getting out.

Superman heard steps, heavy and plodding. His super-hearing hadn’t fully returned, but he thought he recognized them as Gunther’s, returned from wherever Castiggliani had sent him—Superman had spent too long undoing his bonds.

In a panic, he stumbled toward the apartment door. The footsteps were getting closer. He opened the door into a dank little stairwell. I can’t exit onto the street, he thought. He’s too close. In his current state, Superman couldn’t be sure he’d come out on top in a fight. Instead, he shoved the apartment door closed and started to climb the staircase. As he cleared the third flight, he heard the building door open, and Gunther enter his apartment.

Superman kept climbing, past apartments 4A, 5A, 6A, 7A, and finally to a dead end and a metal door. He was panting by the time he stopped. He tried to open the door. It was locked. He threw his body against it. There was a loud clang, and the door budged, but it didn’t open. His side burned. He threw himself against the door again. This time it sprang open, and he tumbled onto the roof.

The air was chilly, although Superman couldn’t say what day of the year it was—time had run together in Gunther’s cage. Superman jumped into the air, trying to fly, and while he rose a few feet higher than the average man would have, gravity pulled him back down, and he fell on his hands and knees. Let Gunther think I’m already gone, Superman thought. I need time. But at that moment, he heard urgent footsteps climbing the stairs. Gunther was coming, and Superman wasn’t ready.

“Hero.” Gunther stepped onto the roof, and Superman backed against the waist-high barrier between the edge of the roof and the empty air. Gunther was wearing Superman’s suit, the red and yellow symbol stretched taut across his broad chest, but it looked horribly wrong. The sleeves were frayed at the wrists, and the blue and red were splotched with brown and grey. Gunther’s hair flapped in the breeze, his eyes wide. “What are you doing?”

“I have to go, Gunther.” Superman took a few steps forward and stood up to his full height, trying to look stronger than he felt. “The city needs me.”

“The city needs ME.” Gunther took a step forward. “It’s always needed me. You have to go back downstairs.”

“Castiggliani is using you, Gunther.”

“My name is Sup…”

“He’s using you to eliminate his competition, and when he manages to get that ring off your finger, he’ll throw you away.” Superman could feel his strength returning to him, a warmth running up and down through his body, but he wasn’t fully recovered yet, not nearly. If he could just buy himself enough time…

“The ring?” Gunther looked past him for a moment. “MY ring?” He glared at his right hand as if betrayed. “My ring has nothing to do with anything. It’s nothing. It’s nothing.”

Gunther began to sway back and forth, staring at his palm. “Where did you get it, Gunther?” Superman asked. “How long have you had it?”

“I…it fell.” Gunther looked up. “It fell from the sky one night. Back in Kansas. It was…it was a gift. But it’s nothing.” He looked back at Superman. “You’re going back downstairs. You’re going to your shrine. I’m Superman now.”

Gunther took another step forward. Superman raised a hand. “It isn’t nothing, Gunther. You say it feel from the sky. That wouldn’t be the first time a piece of alien technology crashed to Earth. It’s the source of your power. You know it. How else could you be as strong as you are?”

“BECAUSE IT’S MY DESTINY!” Gunther’s face contorted into a grimace, and spittle flew from his mouth. He spread his arms. “BECAUSE I WORKED FOR IT! YOU THINK I NEED THIS?” He clamped his left hand over his right ring finger and pulled, grunting. With a twist, he yanked the ring off his hand. He drew his arm back and hurled it into the air. It whizzed by Superman’s face with the force of a bullet, and flew into the distance. “I. Am. Superman!”

With a raspy scream, Gunther charged. Superman planted his feet, but Gunther barreled right over the hero, and Superman found himself falling onto his back, his feet flipping into the air. Superman felt the roof land beneath him, hard. Gunther’s momentum carried him over Superman’s body and over the barrier. Superman rolled over onto his hands and knees, and heard Gunther’s body hit the pavement with a splat. He stood up and looked down.

Gunther had fallen eight stories and landed in the middle of the street. He lay facedown, a splatter of red beneath his prostrate body. He was still.

Superman jumped over the barrier. Still not at full strength, he landed messily, and rolled onto his side before standing up and surveying Gunther’s body. Superman turned Gunther over, and held him in his arms. His suit was now blue and brown and grey, and very red.

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Once away from the kryptonite, Superman’s full strength quickly returned. He brought Gunther’s body, still wearing his suit, to the coroner, who promised to return it after the autopsy. Superman had other outfits stored at the Fortress of Solitude, so he let Gunther hold onto his garb a while longer.

After a visit to the mayor of Metropolis to announce his safe return, Superman searched the city for Gunther’s ring, fearful of what damage it could do in the wrong hands, but he couldn’t find it.

Within a week, Superman’s rectum stopped burning, but the rape haunted his dreams. One night, over a month after his escape, he was jerked out of sleep by a particularly bad nightmare, and sat straight up in bed to find his broad bare chest glistening with sweat. He searched for the ring again that night, without success. He hoped every day that he’d seen the last of it, but took most every chance he had to renew the search.

Before long, Superman regained his confidence, got back his suit, and soared through the air as beautiful and strong as he’d ever been. He was Superman, and he had good work to do.

Epilogue

It was a chilly Saturday in March, and Lex Luthor should have been in a good mood. LexCorp stock had risen following news of a promising new lymphoma drug, and without Superman around to interfere, Luthor had been able to keep an armed conflict going in western Africa, which meant lots of business for his weapons division.

He drummed his desk with his fingers, only half-concentrating on the quarterly report in front of him. It had been three months since Superman was last seen. He’d been fighting some mysterious figure in black, a figure that no one had been able to track down, much to Luthor’s consternation. The Superfake was leaping around the city, but he’d rebuffed Lex’s attempts to contact him…violently. That was no large mater—the man seemed a simpleton and would be brought to heel soon enough, but what really rankled Luthor was that, wherever the real Superman was being held, it wasn’t Lex Luthor who had put him there.

Luthor finally pushed the report to the edge of his desk and stood to gaze out at his city through his floor-to-ceiling windows. He’d wanted to prove his superiority over Superman since the first time he’d seen him on the news, and that wasn’t possible if the Man of Steel was already bested, perhaps permanently. Much as Lex loathed his nemesis, life lost a certain flavor without him. Conquering the world—long a personal dream—would be easy compared to conquering a god from the skies, and he resented that circumstance had taken that chance away from him.

Luthor heard the glass break before he saw what did it. There was a small, sharp ping, and suddenly there was a hole in his window the size of a bloated grape. The object that did it clattered around the room for a moment before settling in the far corner. Luthor picked it up.

It was a silver ring with no markings, warm to the touch. And it had come barreling through his window from an undermined distance away at a speed great enough to break glass. Luthor didn’t believe in coincidences, and this intrigued him. Where did you come from? He turned it over in his hand and toyed with the idea of slipping it on his finger. And what am I going to do with you?

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Two weeks had passed from that first weekend with my Master. I had now come to realise that was what he was. I had gone to see if we were compatible as a Dom/sub pair but he had other ideas and had now claimed me as his slave. I had handed in my notice to my work and had sold most of my stuff around the house or had given it to charity shops. My head was still swimming over the turn of events. The man’s shear presence was powerful and I with all my tendencies and submissive traits was overpowered by him. I was hooked on his manhood and he was a magnificent black man with a lovely dark brown colour. His skin had a sheen which glowed in sunlight and he was very well endowed. Why I was so turned on by his colour I can’t explain. I just am and it so suits his size of manhood. Maybe I am bigoted and that is a factor that so suits my personality I do not know. All I can say is that this man so matches what I was looking for in a Master I am now quite definitely his slave for as long as he wants me to be. The weekend had been so intense and physically demanding I wondered if I could last 24/7 at that pace but he had said day to day life would be not so intense and I would learn to adjust to the demands that would come. I so missed the feeling of being his play thing and the feel of that member entering my body in one of my holes for Master’s pleasure. Everything was just so bland since that weekend. I couldn’t go back to a vanilla existence and I craved so much to enter into my new life. There was two week’s notice still to work off at work so I had to survive for another two weeks. He had said he would be in touch after that time. The chastity device was still fixed to him as a sign that he would enter this new life even if some aspects of that new life and the prospects of being branded scared him. He wore a part time slave collar when he was alone in his house but took it off to go to work. No one at work was all that bothered that he was leaving some even looked glad. To hell with I was moving to a new job and a new lifestyle that was much more exciting. A life’s fulfillment. The evenings were long and tedious I was forbidden to go on the internet. I just exercised and pottered about the house. Another long weekend of boredom was looming but it would be the third weekend of his solitude. He had carried on with the dietary regulations and his weight had been dropping off and he was getting much fitter and his body felt more toned even if when he looked into the mirror it didn’t show much improvement. That was when the doorbell rang and I went to answer the door curious to see who it was. I opened the door and my mouth fell open at who was standing at the door. He was there standing in all his power. Leather geared up and not caring if anyone saw how he was dressed. He pushed passed me and took the door and closed it behind him.

“On your knees and greet your Master properly!”

I knelt down and kissed his boots and apologised.

“Sorry Master I was so surprised there was still two more weeks.”

“Yes I know but it has been a long two weeks and I missed not having my meats holes to satisfy me whenever I had the urge.”

He had taken to calling me as his meat that was as close to affection as he came to giving me. I was so flattered that he needed my body to pleasure himself by.

“Fetch your lover and lock up for the weekend I am taking you back to satisfy me. MOVE!”

I got up and fetched my lover and hurried out to the van he was sitting in. In my heart I was filled with glee. It was going to be an exciting weekend and certainly not dull. I got into the back of the van and crouched in my position. He drove off without any further talk. He had got his toy and now he intended to play with it. That last weekend had been one of the best he had had in a long time but he wasn’t going to tell ‘meat’ that no point giving him a big head. Even now he would have to punish him for making his Master look weak and needing his slave. That just wasn’t the way it should be. He drove as fast as he could and got home without much fuss. They got out and went to his house. Once the front door was closed he locked it and turned round to see his slave kneeling down and awaiting his command. Very good he thought.

“Strip and go upstairs  FAST!”

He went downstairs and collected a strap and a riding crop from his cellar and went upstairs. The slave was kneeling and waiting for his command. Very promising.

“Assume the second position of greeting .”

He walked up to the slave and unfastened his leather trousers and slipped out his very erect and hungry penis. The slave’s mouth was open and ready so he rammed it in and face fucked the slave driving it in fast and down to the base of his shaft. That felt so good. His slave was doing well. I was in seventh heaven his large piece of throbbing meat was in his mouth and demanding attention. I worked my tongue and sucked in and controlled my breathing feeling the penis slip down my throat and controlling my gag reflex in fact using it to clench my throat muscles to tighten round the shaft and so enhance the face fucking. Master pulled out close to climax and I felt cheated but he was saving himself for a monumental fuck.

“Bend over the bed and open up for me.”

I bent over the bed and parted the cheeks of my arse to allow him entry. He rammed it hard into my arse and he had a two week hunger for a good fuck. Master shoved it in to the hilt and pulled out and rammed it in again. Fucking me furiously and with an animal passion that was taking my breath away and his by the sound of his grunts of pleasure. He went on like this for many minutes and time stood still as I revelled in being his sex toy. With a thrust of force he exploded into my arse and pulled out.

“Clean me now.”

He sat down on the bed and I turned round to get my tongue onto his deflating shaft to clean it. Pretty much as I thought would happen his hunger was not yet satiated and my teasing tongue cleaned and got him erect again. What a libido he has and he was the same age as myself. I knew what to do without being told so I rubbed my tongue around the head of his penis and sucked in and pulled in the shaft of his penis and down my throat clenching to give the shaft some sensation as it went deep down my throat in slow up and down thrusts.

“Oh hell that feels so good. Damn it how did you do it without training to deep throat?”

I couldn’t answer even if I knew how I just carried on deep throating that thick shaft and pleasuring it to climax. Pulling up so I could take his cum in my mouth and swallow it with relish. I had done it before and he had said nothing but this time for his own reasons he decided that was premature.

“I never said you could swallow my seed that is a punishable offence!”

At last the Master thought a reason to punish his slave without admitting to his own weakness and punishing him for that fact. Now he could punish him could and properly. He grabbed a lead and fastened to the collar and led him forcibly down stairs to his cellar. I was confused I had swallowed before but I must have transgressed so I deserved punishment. He fastened me to the cellar roofs manacles and to the floor manacles so he was looking like a human X. I realised I was getting a real punishment and that looked like a whipping.

“I am going to punish you with my Arab whip but you are still not properly conditioned so it will not be many lashes but then I am going to fix you to the punishment bench and then you are to be Birched as well.”

Fear filled me now and there was no escape. He fitted a gag to me so I couldn’t call out then it began. The swish of the whip a crack then the force of the impact on my back with an instantaneous burst of burning pain across my back. He repeated this twenty times. My back was aflame but I was surprised by his next comment.

“Well that was well taken but I held back so I didn’t tear your back up just caused a few welts on it.”

He unfastened me and I slumped to the ground.

“Up and get onto the punishment bench!”

I crawled over to the bench and fell down onto it. He fastened my arms and legs to stop me moving. The gag was still in my mouth. I heard him swing the birch to dry it out. Then without any fuss and drama he proceeded to administer the birch. My arse ached and burned with the poundings. The salt water had made the birch heavy and pliable. Twenty strokes later he stopped. I couldn’t take much more so I was glad he had stopped.

“Now you know your place and position. Do not get big headed about my need to use your body!”

I felt him rub himself on my aching reddened arse. Then the stiff head pushed passed my hole and entered once more. The fucking was brutal and animal like in its intensity and ferocity.

“You haven’t eaten for two days have you?”

I shook my head from side to side I couldn’t talk what with the gag and the pain.

“Just as well or I would have had to punish you if you had said Yes.”

He unfastened me so I could move and removed the gag.

“Get over to the wet area and assume the position of service. You will learn you are a slave and do as you are ordered!”

I hesitated surely he didn’t mean to do that again.

“Do you want further punishment this time it will be forty strokes of Arab and Birch?”

I moved over to the wet area and assumed the position. On my knees straight back and head back mouth open. Maybe it was going to be just another test like the last time. The mask was pulled over my head. I felt the warmth of his body as he positioned himself and squatted over my mouth. I pushed my tongue into his crack and probed his back passage for all my worth. A few minutes passed and I felt it was a further test of my obedience. Then my tongue felt an object moving down onto my tongue and pushing it out. I pulled my tongue the rest of the way out and calmed myself for the oncoming ordeal. It moved passed and I swallowed to prevent gagging as I would his prick. It continued down then it broke off. I thought it was over when another slimy log slid over my tongue and continued down my throat. I could feel it accumulating in my upper stomach. I was glad I had an empty stomach. When he was finished passing his food to me he got up rubbing his back passage onto my face. He turned round and proceeded to piss into and onto my mouth and face.

“Don’t say I do not know how to look after my guests. That should help wash it down. I will leave you now tonight to digest that big meal it will be the last you get for a while. I have a full weekend planned for you again. I intend to break you into a total submissive obedient slave. You are my slave and you might not be here 24/7 yet but soon you will be so tomorrow you are to be branded with a white hot iron. See it is over there on the wall and the fire will be on. I also intend to give you a fucking good shag tomorrow after the branding. Something to look forward to I guess.”

With that he led me to my cage and locked me in. I sat upright against the bars to let my ‘food’ go down and be digested. I knew it would eventually it had before although this had been a bigger meal than before so it would take all night. It would also remove his appetite for nearly all of the remaining weekend. I was well and truly broken. Although this act really disgusted me before and during the act my sick outlook thrilled at being used in this way again and that I had completed it once more. My back ached and throbbed but a feeling of euphoria was sweeping in over me and taking some of the pain away. It was an odd feeling after what had happened. It wasn’t the weekend I had expected. Somewhere during the night I must have fell asleep and the food was digested. My burps were rather smelly but the hunger was gone for now.

The door to the cellar opened and my Master walked in, he looked me over and had me present my bum for his inspection.

“Good I placed those strokes well I have a spot for the brand on your left bum cheek.”

He went over to the fire and made up a fire and lit it. He took a metal rod with a disc shape at the base of the rod and placed it into the base of the fire and left it. He came over and unlocked the cage and led me out with the lead over to the punishment bench. I lay down over it and he fastened  my arms and legs so I couldn’t move he even than tied a further strap over my body to stop any movement off the bench. That was when i heard a second person enter the room. I couldn’t see who it was. Master then approached and fitted a gag to my mouth.

“You can bite on that if you need to.”

The second person moved over to the fire and pulled out the branding iron and said not ready yet. Shoved it back into the fire.

“Do you want me to do it or do you want to do it yourself.

“I will do it myself if you would time it and tell me how to do it and treat it afterwards.”

I wanted to scream and shout my protest but was unable to do anything to stop what was about to happen.
“There its ready now just brush off the embers then place it in location for 10 seconds should do it nicely.”

Then it happened and an almost indescribable pain shot through me and my back side just erupted. I wanted to scream but somewhere through it all I passed out from the pain. Sometime later On I woke up still strapped to the bench and unable to move my gag had been removed and I felt some strapping had been applied to my burned rump.

“So you have come round, my friend has treated the brand so it comes up nicely and it is cleaned from any infection. I am feeling randy now so I am going to fuck you now since you have wakened up.”

With that his huge manhood pressed against my hole and opened it up under pressure and pushed passed any obstruction. I was in a daze at what had happened and that I was being used already. He was fucking me hard and furiously when a pair of hands turned my head and a condomed pricked shoved into my mouth. It was the visitor who had been there at the branding. He wasn’t about average so I took it in though I didn’t like the rubber taste.

“He is just getting payment for his services I promised him a face fuck for treating you. So make it a good one or he will be fucking you as well.”

 I proceeded to accommodate him and give him a good hole to face fuck. He came quite quickly and pulled out promptly before the condom came off his flaccid prick. Master was still pounding me for a few more minutes before coming inside me. He pulled out and left me there to recover.

“Here let me see you out and thanks for the help. It was a good job done and yes I remember that when he comes to stay you can have him for your satisfaction for one whole day.”

With that they walked off and I heard no more. I thought so I am to satisfy someone else now I wonder what that will involve. With that prospect I passed out again.

The door to the cellar opened and Master walked in. This time I sat up and assumed the first greeting position. He unlocked the cage and indicated for me to get out.

“Over in the wet area is a shower and washing materials get cleaned up and I will apply this hair removal cream. I want to get you freshened up.”

After I was washed and the cream had had time to remove the cream and that had been cleaned off I went to the middle of the room and stood straight with my head bowed so my Master could inspect his slave.

“Well the punishment yesterday has left some marks but they should heal soon. The branding will take a couple of weeks before it is cleared up. You are looking quite hot now for someone your age. The diet and exercise has worked wonders. You are looking very trim which gives me a few ideas for the future when you are here to stay. Yes I will have to think about that. Now we must work on your body worship skills today before you go back to your temporary home for you to go to work. Next weekend you will report to me once you get home from work. I will have need of your services and I do not intend to do without your use any longer and from what I saw you are nearly ready to sell the house which means you can move out and we can organise the sale from here. Get up to the bedroom you have some lessons of body worship to learn and that is a good place for it. Besides you have had the night off and I have a boner of an erection to satisfy first before any lessons.”

I rushed up the stairs and assume the position of greeting in the bed room. Heart racing and filled with expectation for the sex about to come. He entered the room in a frenzy of lust.

“On the bed, in the fucking position quickly.”

I no longer got on the bed and he was behind me and positioning himself to enter my hole. His big prick head felt hot and hard as it urged itself into my hole. Once my hole was opened up the shaft pushed in and deep penetration was achieved. My breathe, was taken from me for a second and Master let out a sigh. He then to ride me in his hungry animal frenzy which so hurts but so turns me on now that we were both consumed into our on two worlds of sex and lust. I do not know how long this lasted but all of a sudden Master grunted and his prick twitched then muscles spasmed and he shot of his load into me with spurts of warm cum.

He lay down on the bed and told me to lie by his side. I obeyed. He lifted his arm and told me to lick his armpit until ordered to stop. It was very clean and fresh so it wasn’t too hard to obey and I had done worse. Whether it was to indicate his dominance or to explain himself he talked to me.

“I had a wash to make sure my body was fresh for your initiation into how I want you to worship my body there will be times when you will do it and I will be less than fresh. If I get you in line with my way of thinking then you will eventually be able to read my needs and satisfy them without command and that is how I want things to develop.”

Few minutes passed then indicated for me to move to his other armpit. It was all quite peaceful and in some ways it lulled me into a false sense of achievement. Y the bed was a glass of water.

“Stop that and get a drink of water. Then go over to that chair in the corner and I will show what it is really for other than you bending over it for fucking or pain.”

I did so and wondered what this was for. I lay down beside it as ordered and watched him lift part of the seat to reveal a toilet seat. I crawled under and put my head on the support and he adjusted it to raise my head towards the toilet seat. It was fastened so my head was secured and I couldn’t move it. He sat down with his arsehole positioned to my mouth.

“There now you can learn to rim me in comfort and I can sit back and enjoy the sensation and your humiliation in doing the act.”

With that he sat down and wriggled his bum so his cheeks were parted and planted over my mouth. I knew what was expected. I licked the area around his bum hole then started to probe into it with my tongue reaching up as far as my head and tongue could move. It wasn’t that comfortable but I rimmed him for ages until he stood up.

“That was good I have a similar one downstairs so I can watch my favourite programmes while you attend to my arse. What a treat for you. Now when I release you get by the bed and position yourself to suck my prick.”

With him sitting on the edge of the bed lying back I went between his legs and planted my mouth over his prick. I licked the tip and worked slowly down the shaft slowly engorging that wonderful member sucking in my cheeks and swallowing it down my throat. Slowly, working up and down on it.

“That’s really good but I want to fuck you again so I am not going to cum in your mouth as much as I know you want me to. There will be many occasions for that. I am a sex addict and you are my implement of satisfaction. Now get on the bed on your back this time.”

He positioned himself and lifted my legs and while he was in a kneeling position he pulled a mask over my head so I couldn’t look into his eyes as he fucked me. He pushed in and with long slow deep thrusts he slowly leisurely fucked me like he never did before. This went on for ages but it was different and quite pleasing. His climax was just as gentle. He pulled out and put my legs down and sat on my chest present his flaccid prick for me to clean. It wasn’t easy but I managed to comply.

“This has been quite an eventful weekend and in two weeks time you will be on tap permanently. Now it’s time to go and get ready for your work tomorrow. I have been thinking, your work is not that far from my business you could come round to me at lunch times and give me a daily blowjob so that is what you will do for the remainder of the time you are at work. Might even squeeze in a fuck or two in that time. Then there is always the weekends. Only one to go. I have some new ideas to work on now that you are trimmer and svelte like broad shoulders but we can work round that.”

With that he climbed off me and lifted my legs and gave my bum cheeks a smack.

“Get dressed before I get haard again and go you hussy.”

Then he laughed as if a funny thought had come to him, but the laugh had a cruel edge to it. Which left me wondering what that was all about. I supposed he would let me know when he was ready.