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Chapter Five – In Which Aidan Learns Lies Tend To Have Short Legs

Heathcliff had his eyes set on Aidan, from the moment he had walked on the set. Even though he really needed all the concentration he could gather since they were now shooting a video, he could not keep from following the cute bunny around, at least with his eyes.

Unlike other times, Aidan had messaged him to meet at the set and hadn’t offered the usual courtesy of transportation. He had tried to brush it off, saying to himself that, most probably, Aidan was busy with other work-related tasks, but he knew his gut instinct wasn’t lying.

The bunny was avoiding him. And there were a few explanations he could think of, and not one was satisfying enough. If there was some issue, it had to be addressed and fast. He had no intention to let Aidan go, but he needed to have the patience to allow the little prey the possibility to surrender on his own accord.

Aidan had run away like a kid who just did something naughty and was now scared of being found out by his parents. Could it be that the bunny was still living with his folks? It wasn’t impossible.

He knew little about Aidan, Heathcliff thought, as the assistant on the set began talking to him, explaining what he had to do.

“Just a second.” Heathcliff stopped the assistant and sauntered over where Aidan stood on the sidelines, like an extra with no hope of getting selected for the team.

He could see Aidan’s eyes growing wide as he approached. By how stiff he stood, it was clear that he was embarrassed and now trying to save face by pretending to be what he considered the perfect professional.

“Hey,” Heathcliff said curtly, nodding at Aidan.

“Hey,” Aidan replied, just as curtly, and mimicking his nod.

“Aren’t you supposed to give me pointers about this?” Heathcliff gestured with his chin over his shoulder, his eyes never leaving Aidan’s face.

Aidan licked his lips nervously. Was it wrong for Heathcliff that such a simple gesture was making him want to do nothing but lean over and lick that gorgeous pouting mouth? How come there were so many details about the young man that made him look so endearing? How come he hadn’t noticed them right from the start?

As a connoisseur of male beauty, Heathcliff needed to correct that. Aidan’s top lip arched enticingly, and all he needed to do was to raise one hand and draw the beautiful shape with his fingers.

Damn, he shook his head. He was getting absurdly romantic these days. What he needed was to drag the young man to his bed, fuck him into the mattress, and then he would see whether he would still behave like a love-struck teenager or not. He could bet all was going to fade away. Poets were guys who had troubles getting laid; he was sure of it.

“Hey, Earth to Stone.” Aidan waved one hand in front of him.

Heathcliff caught the guy’s hand deftly. “Come with me,” he ordered and practically dragged the guy after him.

“You don’t need me. I gave all the pointers to the assistant on the set,” Aidan protested but didn’t squirm, as a few people around were already stealing glances in their direction. “He can tell you everything you need to know. He has all the details.”

Heathcliff shook his head. “You’re not delegating this, Spark. I’m your charge, so behave like it. Now, get to work.”

“What’s wrong with working with the assistant?” Aidan whispered.

Heathcliff whispered back. “I don’t like him.”

“You don’t? By all means, I’d say he is your type.”

They were talking in hushed voices while the other people were getting busy with the props. The assistant was a tall, slender guy in his 20s, with a charming smile, and come hither looks. Heathcliff nodded perfunctorily at him. Aidan wasn’t wrong. But right that moment, he wasn’t interested.

“He’s not you,” he said into Aidan’s ear, making sure to brush his lips lightly over the heated tip.

“Okay, you spoiled fitness guru,” Aidan replied, a bit annoyed. “Really, guru? This so doesn’t apply to you. Gurus are guys who are definitely not as spoiled as you.”

Heathcliff smiled. “It’s your fault. You spoiled me,” he said, as he positioned himself in front of Aidan and crossed his arms over his chest.

“How did I do that?” Aidan crossed his arms, too.

What was with the mimicking? Heathcliff wondered briefly. The little bunny had little, if any control over the situation, so he was trying to put on a brave front. It wasn’t working. Maybe guys were falling at Heathcliff’s feet, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t go through Aidan’s defenses, seeing how weak they were.

“By jerking me off.” Heathcliff leaned closer and said the words while looking Aidan straight into his pretty eyes.

“That was …” Aidan trailed off and gulped nervously.

“Pretty good.” Heathcliff offered an encouraging smile. “But I think there’s room for improvement. And I believe I can give you plenty of pointers.”

Aidan was so cute when blushing.

“Heathcliff, are you ready?” the assistant on the set interrupted them.

Heathcliff looked at the guy, and by how the assistant froze on the spot, he knew his laser cut stare was working flawlessly.

“Not yet,” he said brusquely. “And, please, Mr. Stone. Let’s not get confused.”

The assistant mumbled an excuse and walked away.

“Mr. Stone? Really?” Aidan asked him, quirking an eyebrow.

“Yeah, why not?” Heathcliff said.

“But why don’t you let me address you like that, then?”

“Hmm, I might reconsider. Although, in your case, I’d like you to address me as ‘sir’.”

For a moment, Heathcliff thought he had had a glimpse of something, as Aidan’s eyes lit up.

“You’re so not a ‘sir’,” Aidan snickered.

Heathcliff rolled his eyes. “Spark, I think you need some discipline and tough love. Didn’t your parents teach you how to behave like a good kid?”

“They did, but, well, I’m no longer living with them,” Aidan replied promptly.

“Ah, good to know,” Heathcliff nodded.

Aidan looked at him a bit questioningly, but whatever he wanted to say, he let it drop.

“You’re the one who needs a bit of tough love, Stone,” he said. “Come on, let’s get you ready, or we will be here all day. And, seriously, why did you snap at the assistant? He was just trying to do his job.”

“One, I didn’t snap.” Heathcliff raised one finger. “I don’t snap. And two, he was trying to get you away from me. Seeing how you’re the babysitter, I have no idea how you can agree to something like that.”

“I’m the babysitter? Then you’re the kid.” Aidan snickered. “Should I call you ‘young master’ instead of ‘sir’?”

Heathcliff played along. “Master would be suitable.”

Aidan snorted. “Damn, you’re so full of yourself. Let’s shoot the ad already.”

“Only if you call me master,” Heathcliff pressed the matter, as amused by the situation as Aidan seemed to be.

“Get on the set, Stone. And stop being such a big baby.” Aidan pushed him to move.

Heathcliff liked that. Aidan Spark wasn’t the kind to be yanked and jerked around. Yeah, he very much liked that.

***

Standing his ground in front of Heathcliff Stone was no easy feat. Nonetheless, it was nothing he couldn’t handle. At least he hoped that was the case. Now, he needed to focus on getting the ad perfect so that he could report back to the headquarters with another accomplished task.

After all, his probabilities to get ahead on the career ladder lay on his success in taking care of Heathcliff and enduring the guy’s shenanigans to get the job done. So, he had every reason in the world to be the perfect professional with the occasional leeway for Heathcliff’s strong personality. The man liked to do as he wished all the time.

That was what he was saying to himself while following his charge as Heathcliff was doing his best on the set. He was, indeed, a natural born star. People were going to buy whatever The Healthy Shakers were selling if they were one percent as taken with the guy as Aidan was, and everyone else around.

The thing was he could not let it show. He could appreciate Heathcliff Stone from a professional standpoint, and that was that. And he had already sworn off offering handjobs, as soon as he had gotten home after Heathcliff’s birthday party. From that moment forward, he was going to be nothing else but the perfect professional.

Of course, getting the obnoxious fitness guru to forget about the incident seemed to be a challenge. By how much attention Heathcliff was getting from the male population so inclined everywhere he went, one would have expected him to have forgotten already about a rushed handjob given by someone who definitely didn’t have enough expertise in pleasing others.

Heathcliff had enjoyed it at the time, by what Aidan could tell. But it had been a breach of conduct, and it was Aidan’s job to correct that. The simplest way to do it was by being nothing but the perfect professional, as he had already told himself a thousand times.

It didn’t seem such a simple thing to do. He could feel his breath catching in his chest as he looked at Heathcliff. Maybe he wasn’t anything like the dark, brooding character from Wuthering Heights, but he could draw a sigh or two from anyone he met, and not due to some misplaced reverence.

But regret. Aidan considered himself way too young to qualify for a proper list of regrets, but, in this case, he could tell he had just met his first serious one. Nothing was going to happen between him and Heathcliff Stone, and that was final. How could he lose his head like that?

Okay, so Heathcliff had kissed him. And fondled his ass. Aidan could feel his cheeks warming up only thinking about that incident. He needed to become better versed in flirting with guys if he was to survive around the sex bomb that Heathcliff was. Some training in that kind of dealings was required. All he needed was a plan and to act accordingly.

Discreetly, Aidan looked at his watch. The less time he spent in close proximity of that sexy bastard, the better. But he could not just take off. It would have been a terrible breach of his contract since he had a job to do. With a long, heartfelt sigh, he looked at Heathcliff, how he was looking straight into the camera, and saying the words from the script with a broad smile that was lighting his entire face.

Definitely not a Heathcliff. It was like the entire set was alive because of him. And even if it was just a regular commercial for advertising a mundane product, it looked like everyone around was looking in pure rapture at him.

It was, most probably, a perk only truly beautiful people had. Heathcliff seemed to have a talent for getting on his nerves, too, but Aidan knew he could not be really mad at him. No one ever really was; he was sure of it.

When the team on the set began wrapping up the video shoot, Aidan shook his head as if he was awakening from a dream. Yes, he needed to get a hold of himself and fast.

“So, what do you say, Spark?” Heathcliff sauntered over to him.

“You killed it,” Aidan said with a smile he couldn’t stop.

“Bro fist?” Heathcliff offered.

“Sure.” Aidan shrugged and pushed his closed fist against the guy’s.

Heathcliff leaned in. “See? My job is to make you happy.”

Aidan could sense the man’s intentions from a mile away, and he needed to do something about them. And fast. But the problem was whether he could bring it up, or was it a better idea to let the guy initiate?

He had his speech already prepared. But what if Heathcliff wasn’t going to say anything? What if all had been nothing but harmless teasing, kissing, and ass fondling, handjobs notwithstanding?

That could be, and it was damn disappointing if he was to think about it. But, it was for the better. He used two fingers to press against his forehead, between his eyebrows, and stopped his internal struggle.

“What monsters are you fighting in your head, my valiant knight?” Heathcliff joked.

“Ah, nothing.” Aidan shook his head. “I mean, I’m not fighting … And I’m not a knight.”

“I think you are. You single-handedly annihilated those paparazzi. And saved my reputation, in the process.”

“Oh, you give me too much credit,” Aidan said, but he could feel his chest puffing out on its own accord. “Plus, you’re no fair maiden.”

“Only fair,” Heathcliff played along. “Let’s talk.”

Aidan felt a bit out of balance, as Heathcliff took his arm and made him walk. That was Heathcliff Stone. A man of action. Only that Aidan could feel sweat pooling at the small of his back, just thinking what he wanted to talk about.

It looked like Heathcliff knew perfectly well where he was heading, as he practically pushed Aidan through a side door that seemed to open to a small empty room, filled with cleaning supplies.

He was about to open his mouth and ask what the hell they were doing in a janitor’s closet when Heathcliff made their lips meet.

The first automatic instinct was to open his mouth and let the man sneak his tongue inside. His eyelids shut, and, in spite of himself, he voiced a small, meaningful moan. Heathcliff almost slammed him against a wall and got busy right away with his hands. Then he grabbed his ass hard, and Aidan could feel his knees giving in.

What was his plan again? Definitely not this. With some difficulty, he pushed his hands between them and Heathcliff away along with that. “Wait,” he breathed out.

Heathcliff watched him, a bit thoughtfully. And annoyed.

“What are we doing?” Aidan asked.

He knew the answer. But he was too much of a coward to lead this conversation properly.

“Well, in a nutshell,” Heathcliff drew their bodies close again, “I’m trying to get into your pants.”

Aidan evaded the second kiss in time.

“What?” Heathcliff murmured, seemingly a bit surprised at being denied. “Okay,” he took one step back. “I suppose a place like this is not ideal. But, bunny boy, you gave me a taste and ran away. Forgive me if I think this is sort of due.”

“Due?” Aidan mumbled.

“Yeah.” Heathcliff looked him in the eye. “But I have nothing against taking this to my house. Or do you have to go back to work?”

Aidan grabbed that straw with the desperation of a drowning man. “Actually, I need to report back. And there are many other things I need to work on.”

“Are you trying to tell me I’m not the only one you’re babysitting?” Heathcliff joked, but he was frowning.

“You’re the only one I’m babysitting. But my work entails other things. Like filing reports, doing market research …”

“All right. When do you get away?”

“It all depends on the boss,” Aidan said with a small shrug.

“It doesn’t matter. As soon as you leave work, you’ll come straight to my house.”

“Don’t wait for me,” Aidan said quickly.

“Why?” Heathcliff’s frown deepened.

Damn, he needed to cut and run. Aidan moved from one foot to the other.

“I’m not gay,” he blurted out.

Was the lie going to hold? He had no idea. But it was the only card he could play.

Heathcliff cocked his head to one side. “You’re kidding me, right? So it’s just a habit to give handjobs to guys? When you’re working? Shit, that must be one hell of a job description, Spark.”

“No, it’s not a habit.” Aidan scowled. “It was … I mean … It was …”

Heathcliff put one hand up. “Enough. I get it.”

“You do?” Aidan breathed out in relief.

Heathcliff smiled. “Yeah. You’re confused. Well, I’m available if you need to work that confusion out of your system.”

“I’m not confused!” Aidan protested.

“Sure.” Heathcliff grinned. “Well, suit yourself. My offer won’t stay for long. I need to get laid.”

“And? Why don’t you get laid?” Aidan questioned.

“Hmm, I don’t know, maybe because making my bed partners sign some NDA doesn’t sound like the perfect kind of foreplay,” Heathcliff replied. “And I’m all for perfection when it comes to lovemaking.”

Now there was a decent distance between them, and Aidan was grateful for it.

“Sorry about that,” Aidan offered. “But you signed the agreement.”

“That I did,” Heathcliff admitted. “So you’re not gay?”

“That’s right,” Aidan hurried to confirm.

The guy was still staring at him as if he didn’t quite believe him. “Well,” Heathcliff shrugged, “I suppose my gaydar malfunctioned this time. Then let’s get out of this closet already,” he joked.

Aidan nodded. He should have been relieved to see Heathcliff taking things so lightly. Yet, he could not stop the little pang of disappointment he felt as he walked out the janitor’s closet, after Heathcliff.

“So, see you tomorrow?” he asked, feeling a bit nervous as he stood face to face with Heathcliff.

“What do you need me for?” Heathcliff questioned.

Aidan was a bit taken aback. The man had taken the rejection well. Too well. But now he sounded pissed.

“Just to look together over some marketing materials. Also, I can help you with, you know, pointers.”

“Send them by e-mail,” Heathcliff said, rather clipped. “And I think I’m done with taking advice from you. I know what I need to do. Just do your job, Spark.”

Aidan watched in disbelief while Heathcliff stormed off. “Would you like me to give you a ride?” he called after the man.

“I’ll just Uber home,” Heathcliff threw over his shoulder.

***

It wasn’t like him to let his emotions show, Heathcliff thought as he climbed out of the car that had taken him back home. But the thing was: he was pissed. First, he had played things cool. If Aidan felt the need to lie about his sexuality, that was fine by him. It was none of his business.

Spark was gay as a rainbow unicorn. Okay, maybe not that flashy, but it was clear as day that the guy was eating him up with his eyes whenever they were close.

Yet, for some reason, Aidan had chosen to lie. And Heathcliff could not take it easy. The fuck was wrong with him? If a guy didn’t want him, it wasn’t the end of the world. But not being able to get his hands on that corporate bunny was making him frustrated.

He needed to collect himself a little. So his pride had just taken a hit. But that wasn’t it. He could still taste Aidan’s sweet lips on his. The bunny was frigging tasty. Heathcliff wanted to eat him whole, probably starting with his beautiful mouth and ending with his sexy bubblegum ass. And that particular dessert was not going to be served to him on a silver platter as he had expected.

So, he was not the kind of man to get caught up in some dilemma. The bunny wanted him. He was going to come around, eventually. If not, it wasn’t a disaster. But Heathcliff didn’t really want to write him off as the one who got away. Guys didn’t get away from him, usually.

Hmm, he could not be so petty. If Aidan didn’t want him, it was fine. Totally fine.

Also, he just needed to get laid. It was the best medicine to cure that unexpected rejection. And he could put Aidan Spark out of his mind. It wasn’t that difficult, after all.

***

Aidan took his phone and headed for the bathroom. Bathroom mirror selfies were clichés, but there was no other way to take pics of his ass, without having to call someone and have that person do it for him.

The snafu with Heathcliff would not have existed if he had just gotten laid. With that sexual tension out of the way, it was going to be simple to keep things professional with the fitness guru.

So, he needed to take action. Heathcliff had praised his ass, which meant that there was a good chance that others were going to appreciate it, too.

Torso and ass pics were going to do it. He wasn’t going to show his face, at least, not until he was going to secure a date.

He could not believe he was going to do this. Never before had he used a dating app. But desperate times called for desperate measures. All he needed to do was to convince himself that nothing bad was going to happen, that he wasn’t going to stumble upon some trolls who only wanted to catfish him, or … worse …

Aidan gulped. All that his parents had told him about being careful was rushing to mind, right now. But there was no other choice. He had to get rid of his V card and stop acting like a love-struck teenager around Heathcliff. That was the key to his professional success, and he needed to be courageous about it.

Also, who knew? Maybe he could find some guy interested in more than just a hookup. He had never really tried a gay dating app, but now it was a good idea to start. He was twenty-two, and that was an unacceptable age to still be an ass virgin.

With a frown, he selected a few pics which weren’t blurred and had good lighting and proceeded to create his profile. Soon enough, notifications began to pour in.

***

Heathcliff was swiping through guys’ profiles, feeling rather bored, when his attention was suddenly piqued. “Shy22yo, looking for something casual or serious,” he read out loud.

Hmm, the guy’s pics were nice, really nice. Heathcliff straightened up. Now that was the kind of ass he liked best. Actually, the kind of ass he had come to like lately. Well, fucking some youngster who had the same body type as Aidan Spark could be a solution to his problem.

Definitely delicious, Heathcliff decided, and he began palming his cock through his tracksuit pants while he contemplated how to approach the guy going by Shy22yo.

***

Aidan could feel his palms sweating as he looked at the various profiles contacting him. One drew his attention in particular. In the off chance that he wasn’t dealing with a pro catfisher, that guy that had CrazyFitness as his handle looked terrific. Aidan could see himself worshipping those washboard abs for hours. And other things, he thought, as he felt getting hot under the collar.

“Hey,” he typed, not knowing what to say.

“Hey,” the reply came right away.

He had no idea what should come next. Luckily, his convo partner had no such issues.

“What are you looking for?”

“Hooking up,” he typed in, feeling his boldness fading away with each touch of the screen.

“Where do you live?”

Aidan gave the name of his neighborhood. He hoped the guy wasn’t looking to find out his precise address.

“That’s not so far from me,” the reply came.

“You’re not a catfisher, I hope.” Aidan hesitated, but eventually sent the message.

“I’m definitely not.”

“That’s good.”

Again, he had no idea how to continue. How did other people handle these things?

“You don’t have a lot of experience.” The next message read.

“I don’t,” Aidan replied quickly.

Maybe he could just forget about the whole thing. It didn’t seem right. All the words of caution hammered into his brain by his parents were coming back to haunt him.

“Your pics are really nice. You have an amazing ass.”

“Thank you. You have a gorgeous body, too,” Aidan chose to offer a compliment in return, as well.

“Are you available tonight? I’d like to know you better.”

Aidan hesitated before replying. But it was easier if he was getting this out of the way and fast.

“Yes,” he typed quickly now, that the decision had been taken.

It was hard to focus, as contradictory feelings and thoughts were assaulting him from all directions.

“You are a quiet one,” the guy messaged him.

“I’d say I’m efficient,” Aidan replied.

A laughing emoji was the answer. Good, that was good, Aidan thought as he liked his lips nervously.

“All right, Mr. Efficient. What would you like to do?”

Aidan pondered for a while. So it was like a date? Not like a going straight to business kind of thing? Were they going to grab a bite and stuff like that?

“Do you like Chinese?” he typed.

“Only if that’s what you are, sexy,” the man replied.

Ah, so the question was about sex. Aidan could feel his Adam’s apple going up and down, and he couldn’t swallow normally.

“Handjobs?” he wrote tentatively.

“That would be a start. Dick pic?”

Aidan almost dropped his phone as he tried to take a picture of his dick. He was only half hard and cursed, pissed at himself. But he sent the pic anyway.

“That’s pretty nice. Legs, too,” the man commented.

“I’m not as well built as you,” Aidan replied.

“How would you like to see more of me?”

“Sure.”

“What would you like to see?”

Aidan inhaled and exhaled. “Your dick,” he typed down.

He needed to show a bit of courage if he was going to do this. He almost gasped as he looked at the pic sent. That was a gorgeous cock right there, fully hard, not like his.

“Wow.” He sent his reaction right away.

“Now that we broke the ice, what would you really want to do?”

“I’d blow you,” Aidan typed down without even breathing.

“That’s nice. I’d blow your cute cock, too,” the man replied right away.

“It’s not cute.” Aidan wrote down in protest.

“It is if I say so,” the reply came right away.

Well, his own cock was much appreciative of the to and fro sexy banter. Now he was fully hard. “Would you like another dick pic?” he asked, feeling hopeful.

At least, now he had a chance to show that he wasn’t that lame.

“No. I want a close up of that glorious ass.”

Aidan turned slightly and took a picture from above. It was the best he could do.

“Nice,” the reaction came promptly. “Now put two fingers in your ass.”

Damn, the guy wasn’t shy about what he wanted. Aidan could feel his heart beating faster. He did his best to get a good angle, as he stabbed his backside with two fingers. That was as much as it had ever gotten in there, so it wasn’t that impossible. Or bad. Actually, he felt quite thrilled with the sensation.

“Good boy.” The reply was all he needed.

Aidan smiled. It felt nice to be appreciated. Now he wanted something in return.

“Can I see some ass cleavage?” He sent his message.

“Ass cleavage?” the reply read.

“Like when you show the cock and balls, but also the crack below,” Aidan dutifully explained.

“Coming right up.”

Wow, the guy looked good from all angles. And that ass cleavage was to die for. The man was also flexible, his legs parted and showing possibilities. Aidan had no idea whether he would like to top or bottom, but, right now, he had an inkling that he wouldn’t mind knowing what the man’s ass cleavage kept hidden.

He began stroking his cock. This was easier than he had imaged.

“Would you stick something up your ass?” he eventually dared to ask.

“Quite daring. I like it. Let’s trade face pics, too, and then take it from there. We’ll do anything you want once we get together.”

Was he really going to do this? He hesitated for a little while.

The phone pinged again. “Let’s do it both at the same time.”

Aidan drew a long breath and then decided he needed to bite the bullet. CrazyFitness, whoever he was, seemed like a normal person, not someone who was lurking dating apps to find victims like a psychopath on a killing streak. Maybe, just maybe, he had watched way too many TV shows. Also, the guy was hotness on a stick. If he managed to score with him, he was going to be a happy camper.

So, there was no hesitation when he snapped a selfie.

“Ready? I’m dying to meet you,” the man sent another message.

Aidan sent the pic and waited. But not even for a second. He gaped at the screen and dropped the phone. What were the frigging chances for that to happen?

His phone began ringing. A good idea was to let it ring. For lack of anything else to do, he jumped to his feet and got dressed up in less than five seconds. What the hell was he going to do? That was bad, like really bad.

His phone continued to ring. Hysterically if he could say so. He could not possibly avoid this. So, with trembling hands, he took the phone from where he had dropped it on the bed.

“Aidan Spark, you’re coming straight to my house, and you’re coming right now, or we’ll have a real problem,” Heathcliff’s voice came through, calm and steady.

How could he act so cool? Yet, Heathcliff sounded somewhat menacing, too.

“Yes, sir,” Aidan mumbled and cut the conversation.

TBC

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Old King Severmist of Kerastis, Aram, and Akamantis stood on a rock outcropping on the sea side of the pass through the Golden Mountains down into the rich plains of Tharsis and shook his fists in frustration and despair. For the third time in as many days the frontal assault on the High Castle of King Kleemus, his cousin and erstwhile ally, had failed.

“How much longer will you hold against my might?” the old king roared out in his obsession. “Two long years. See this beard? It nigh reaches the ground and is as gray as the skies over your winter land.”

“Perhaps it is time to suggest just going around the castle and down into the valley, sire,” one of the king’s advisers said timidly, cowering at the king’s side. Unfortunately, he had come too close, though, and, with one swipe of his mail-encased hand, the king slapped him across the path, from whence he did not rise.

The king knew they could not continue this siege for two more years. His own health would not permit it. He would not live to enter Tharsis then, and all would be lost without him at the helm. Then his mission would be frustrated—to seal his legitimacy even after his death and put to rest for all time the ebbing rumor of the Oracle at Noto’s declaration of High Kingship over all of the lands in the region for the progeny of old King Cresum.

“The High Castle remains the key,” he growled. “It is the strongest point in Tharsis. If we take the castle, all of the rest in the valley will open its doors to us. If not, it is a fight on every doorstep and a lance at our backs, between us and the sea. We must have the castle. Must I do the thinking for us all? Is there no one here with the wit to follow on from me?”

“Sire,” a low, but assured voice spoke up from the shadows, “Might I—?”

“Why be you here?” the king cried out, almost in anguish. “You are nothing but the king’s dancer and the sheath for my sword. You belong in the train with the women and the other women in men’s clothes. How dare you attend and speak out. Better yet, get you to the High Castle. From what is reported to me, those within are sodomites all.”

“We have Raum in the castle.” Cleus gritted his teeth at the arrogance and convenient memory of Severmist. Where was he, Cleus thought, when I led the storming of Enna. He was sipping in his cups on his flagship off the beach at Cefalu, Cleus added in his mind, supplying his own answer. He was determined to continue in the forefront of this siege, though, and to show his metal to all those who would survive Severmist. He was posturing for the ages now, seeing the nearness of the end of his life in this world. With determination, Cleus continued with his counsel, “Perhaps we—”

“Be damned and be gone with you, pup. It is because of you that Raum is there. I’ll have no more words from you, boy.”

And then all was silent as the shadows of night descended on the pass from the sea through the Golden Mountains and down into Tharsis, and the lights in the High Castle yet burned, telling of comfort and safety.

And yet the king’s catamite was so bold to have not returned to the train as ordered. He knew the old king. The man he’d known as the Prince of Madness was mercurial and would call for him in the night, not remembering he had been dismissed, and roaring with anger if he were not there.

And sure enough, the many moldering war wounds and advance of age in King Severmist’s body were denying him sleep, and he called for his calamite. And the young man was there in an instant, naked and bearing the soothing oil with which he rubbed his king’s body before taking the old man’s phallus in his mouth and bringing him to life and then straddling him and riding his staff like a camel in the Aram desert until the old man dribbled his seed and drifted off to sleep with no more than a murmured, “Thank you, Cleus.” Seemingly nothing in the way of homage, but far more than Severmist accorded any other human being.

If the king were introspective enough and capable of telling a truth, he would acknowledge that he loved this catamite of his as he loved no other. And both the Watchman and Cleus had worked tirelessly to make this so—to make what happened with Severmist in the end that much more satisfying and fitting.

From the shadows, the Watchman kept vigil. He could end it now for the traitor to his own king with the sigh of a dirk. But this fulfillment of the prophecy of the oracle needed to be public, the ultimate disloyalty needed to be equal to that which Severmist had shown two kings of Aram. And, for the sake of the ancestors, the one who delivered Severmist into the hands of the gods of the netherworld should, the Watchman believed, be a progeny of Cresum. And that was not all. The prophecy was fading. It needed to be brought to life in a way that all could see and there would be no doubt, no hesitation for all to bow their knee.

As he had planned many years ago, the Watchman assumed that Toma would be the vehicle for this part of what needed to be.

At that moment, though, the Watchman felt the searing pain as of a lightning bolt coursing through his body from the top of his head through to the vitals of his torso, and he sensed more than heard the voices of the gods ripping into and through his body, telling him that the hand of neither Toma nor Cleus could dispatch Severmist, the last tyrant standing in the way of the unity and time of peace spoken of by the Oracle at Noto, if each was to fulfill his own destiny. To one it would provide something that was not his to have. And for the other, it was not a fitting start to the reign of a High King who was to bring unity and peace to the people. Thus, the gods seared into the Watchman’s consciousness, it was he himself who would have to take on one last task before he could rest. But all in the proper time.

Turning his eyes to the skies, the Watchman lifted his hands and cried out, “Let what is to be be.” And then he fell down in an exhausted stupor from which he did not awaken until those in attendance to him feared he was dead.

* * * *

The Grand Marshal of Tharsis, the man closest to King Kleemus and his principal military adviser, the man who had devised and carried out the successful defense of Tharsis against the invading barbarians from the sea in close consort with his king for the past two years, was galloping through the forest at the valley base of the High Castle with his small band of hunters, bringing home venison. The Grand Marshal disdained the forces of the Akamantises and went out on these forays on purpose to show those under siege in the High Castle how safe they were in his hands. Few of the besieger’s raiding parties ventured beyond the castle and down into the valley, and the Grand Marshal’s spies knew when they were afoot.

But on the road to the castle, the Grand Marshal pulled his horse up and his lip curled up. Here was something he had not been apprised of. Heads would roll for overlooking this. This was a king’s highway. What was such a vehicle doing here?

Off on the side of the trail he spied a gypsy wagon, turned on its side, its contents strewn out around it and obviously the subject of pillage.

The Grand Marshal trotted over to the wagon, its scarlet and yellow wheels still spinning, and reached down and jerked an arrow out of the undercarriage and lifted it up for all to see.

“Double-edged point,” said one minion.

“Red feather,” said another.

“An arrow of the Akamantis,” chimed in a third.

The Grand Marshal nodded his head in grim agreement. The forces of the Akamantis and of their new king, Severmist of Aram, were becoming bolder. They were foraying too far into the valley. And his spies had missed this intrusion.

All of the riders were startled by the sound of a groan—coming from under the overturned wagon. Quick as a dart, two of the minions dismounted and, with all of their strength, lifted the wagon while a third pulled out the body of a young man.

The rescuer turned him over on his back, and the Grand Marshal’s heart leaped in his chest and his cock stood at immediate attention.

The young man was beautifully built and provocatively displayed. He was a dusky beauty, and with an athlete’s build—but dressed as a dancer—one of the rare firmly muscled, well-worked dancer’s bodies, with every part perfectly formed. The Grand Marshall liked fucking men, not effeminate boys. And if the man were trained to the dance and the art of seduction, all the better. The youth had an achingly beautiful face, with full, sensuous lips and short, tightly curled hair most often seen in Nubians but quite fetching in a young man as handsome as this. He was nearly naked, stripped to the waist, gold belted, and wearing diaphanous, billowing pantaloons of some white material shot through with threads of gold. He had gold snake bracelets encircling his biceps and gold rings in his nipples, and, as could clearly be seen, a gold ring in the bulb of his cock as well.

“Does he live?” The Grand Marshal asked in a strained voice, and upon hearing an assent, he dismounted and moved in one graceful, fluid motion to where the young man lay.

“Lay him on the carriage body,” he commanded, and the young man was lifted and laid on his back on the edge of the carriage.

The Grand Marshal withdrew his dirk knife and gathered up the flimsy material of the young man’s pantaloons at the crotch in one fist and slit through the material with the knife he held in the other hand. Sheathing his knife, he spread the young man’s legs with hands fisting his ankles.

With the first strong thrust of his engorged cock in the young man’s channel, the youth’s obsidian-black eyes opened in shock and he cried out in the taking. “Oh, oh, Lord. Nay, please I beg you. I have never . . . Oh, no, I am undone.” His cries turned to moans and groans, as the Grand Marshal’s minions just stood about, looking at the ground—when they weren’t stealing furtive looks at the taking of the young man. No one raised a hand to stay the Grand Marshal. He was the second-most powerful man in the land, his blood and lust ran hot, and—save for deference to King Kleemus himself—he took his pleasures when and with whom he would.

The young dusky god’s cries of undoing changed in short order to cries for the taking. He arched his back and raised his pelvis and started meeting the Grand Marshal’s relentless thrustings with counterthrusts of his own. He cried out of the Grand Marshal’s artistry and mastery of the cocking and of how he’d never known it could be like this and how much he loved the movement of the Grand Marshal’s superior member deep inside him. He writhed and trembled and shuddered beneath the onslaught of the old warrior, and his hands reached out and caressed the thick matting of hair on the Grand Marshal’s chest and reached up and palmed the back of the old warrior’s neck and brought his face down to his and opened his sweet lips to the invasion of the Grand Marshal’s tongue.

Not long before the Grand Marshal experienced the longest and strongest ejaculation of his recent memory, the young god had given up his own seed with the rubbing of his gold-ringed cock head on the old man’s still-hard belly.

By the time the climax ensued, an objective observer would be hard pressed to suppose just who had fucked who—and the Grand Marshal was hopelessly smitten.

The young man, Cleus by name, and, by his own declaration, a wandering musician and dancer by trade, was taken up to the castle and installed in the Grand Marshal’s apartments, where the Grand Marshal became besotted with watching him dance and then fucking him day and night until it became clear to King Kleemus that he was not being as fully attended as he once had been by his principal adviser.

This did not necessarily set well with the king.

The king was not the only one who had taken notice of this change in circumstance. His young attendant and sometimes lover, Raum, known to Kleemus since the days of King Cresum’s court in Aram’s principle stronghold of Mascus, had also heard rumors of the young, enticing god living in the Grand Marshal’s apartments, a handsome, dusky young dancer with obsidian-black eyes; full, sensuous lips; and golden rings at the nipples and cock head. Raum knew of only one person in the world who met this description. He therefore availed himself of the first opportunity to seek the now infamous youth out. That opportunity came with the first hunting foray the Grand Marshal made—now reluctantly made—out of the castle since he had happened upon the young lover who had melted years off his felt age and made his penis a strong sword upon demand once more.

Cleus was gliding along the corridor in the Grand Marshal’s apartments that afternoon, when a strong hand reached out from behind a hanging tapestry and pulled the young man into the darkness behind. Raum devoured Cleus’s lips with fervent kisses. Cleus, in turn, climbed Raum’s pelvis with his thighs, and Raum fucked him deeply and long, pushing Cleus against the wall of the castle behind the shimmering tapestry and bouncing the shoulder blades of his prey mercilessly against the hard stone.

Thus were reunited the lovers—the son of King Cletar and the Nubian princess Nailah, but known only to King Severmist as his own catamite, and, Raum, who had been banished from Severmist’s court for being found lying with Cleus to the almost certain death of spying inside the besieged High Castle of the Tharsisians as long as his wits could keep him alive.

Afterward the two slithered off to Raum’s own humble room, and Raum gave Cleus a proper and prolonged fucking, Cleus on his back, legs akimbo and pelvis thrust up to received Raum’s strong cocking, being ridden hard and for a great distance in contrast to the old Grand Marshal’s almost pitiful pokings, and Raum stroking Cleus to multiple comings with thumb rubbing piss slit through the center of the golden cock ring.

“What are you doing here?” Raum asked through heavy breathing after they had spent themselves and were embracing, each part of them held as closely together as possible. “It would be the death of you if you were discovered. Did the Grand Marshal capture you without realizing who he had?”

“Nay, the Grand Marshal captured me because I meant him to—because the Watchman willed him to,” Cleus answered. And then he laughed. He became immediately more serious, though. “We are getting nowhere with this siege, and the time of King Severmist’s passing is close at hand. The Watchman declares it is time to put the kingdoms in the hands of the rightful heir, and I mean to aid that by delivering Tharsis into the hands of a new High King at long last.”

“A heavy task,” Raum whispered, his voice displaying his fear for his young lover. “You have seen how it is with the Tharsisians. How strong Tharsis is.”

“But not as strong as it was before I came,” Cleus said.

“What do you mean? What are you planning? What can I do to help?”

“Many questions, and I love you all the more, Raum, master of my seed, for your last question. What we must do is divide King Kleemus and the Grand Marshal. The strength of Tharsis has been their strong union. I have already started weakening that. And then I must be put within striking distance of the king at the right moment. There are, indeed, actions you can take to serve those ends.”

“Command my hand, my liege,” Raum said.

“Fuck my hole; mingle your seed with mine,” Cleus countered, “that is how you can declare your loyalty.” And then both young men laughed, as Raum proceeded to do just that.

* * * *

From that point began the campaign of Cleus and Raum to divide the Tharsisians’ strength.

The king was already irritated at the Grand Marshal’s unaccustomed absences, and while Cleus made sure that the Grand Marshal was abed fucking him as much of the time as possible, Raum was working on the king, asking him if he knew of the new, young, mesmerizing dancer the Grand Marshal had acquired. He kept asking the king if the Grand Marshal had ever offered to share the delights of watching Cleus perform.

The king had not been so invited. Indeed, before Raum started mentioning the possibility, he’d never thought of this being a slight at all. But the king was already just a bit unhappy with the Grand Marshal, and now he wanted to assert his kingship. His rights including bedding anyone he pleased as well, which, no doubt, was why the Grand Marshall hadn’t invited him to watch Cleus dance.

He commanded the Grand Marshal to bring the dancer Cleus before him in a private audience of just the three of them. And the Grand Marshal, seeing that he had no choice or that there was anything amiss afoot, quickly brought the young Cleus, perfumed and fluffed up and sensuously costumed, forth to the king’s private chambers.

Cleus danced a dance of passion and provocative display for the king, a dance that wound up with Cleus only in a golden belt, his gold snake bicep bracelets, his nipple and cock rings, and a warm smile on his face and a fluttering of his long eyelashes over obsidian-black eyes, his face turned toward the king, but his channel lowered into the lap of the overcome-with-lust Grand Marshal.

Three days later, at the king’s strong suggestion, the Grand Marshal ventured out on another one of his hunting trips into the forests on the valley side of the High Castle. When he returned, however, he found the gates of the castle closed to him and a large force of the Akamantis coming over the hill.

The king was not seen out of his apartments for two weeks after that, busy as he was in discovering the charms of his new lover, the dancer Cleus.

Toward the end of that period, the king found Cleus lying on his couch, naked and despondent one afternoon. The king dropped his own robes and came in beside Cleus and lifted his young lover’s leg and thrust a cock that hadn’t been this hard for anyone else in years into the young god’s passage. Although Cleus returned his kisses and murmured his love and devotion and praised the masterful cocking of the king, the king sensed a continued despondency.

“What is wrong, my fine young lover? I sense you are sad.”

“It is only thinking of the future, sire. I want nothing more than for this to go on forever—your magnificent strong cock showing me new avenues to paradise daily. But where is it going? What is to become of us? The barbarians are at the gate. I fear for our lives. I could not bear our lives to change from what we have become.”

“Never fear, my love,” the king said. “I have a secret.”

“A secret?” Cleus asked, his eyes full of innocence. He turned his face to the king’s and nibbled on his ear, while his hand went to the king’s rouged nipples.

“Yes, a secret. A secret passageway. We can escape into the mountains whenever we need to. And I have another, hidden castle in the mountains, not far from here, and stronger than this one. We are safe. We will always be safe.”

“A secret passageway.” Cleus repeated.

“Yes, I will show it to you. A passageway to a water gate coming out in a cave by a mountain stream.”

And, after Cleus had fucked the king to heaven once more, the king, indeed, showed Cleus the passageway to safety. And Cleus showed Raum the passageway that could be used in either direction. Then Raum, on a clear night within the week, when he was standing duty on the castle walls at the sea side, shot off the fire arrow with message attached that was a prearranged one-way communications means between the forces of King Severmist and their spy within the High Castle.

And on the night that the army of King Severmist crept into the cave beside the mountain stream and under the castle walls and into the very center of the castle keep, Cleus was abed with the king of the Tharsisians.

Cleus was on his back with King Kleemus knelt between his legs, sheathing his sword inside Cleus’s channel. And at the first hint of the sounds Cleus was waiting to hear, he unsheathed his own dirk knife from under one of the pillows and sheathed it again up through the underbelly of the king of the Tharsisians.

“Thus it is for traitors, a traitor to his own cousin, King Cresum,” Cleus murmured lovingly in Kleemus’s ear as Kleemus grunted his last breaths. “And this is for my father, King Cletar,” Cleus continued, his voice raised in triumph, as he pulled the knife out and plunged it in yet again.

He was standing, in robes of gold, beside the bed of the dead king, taking on a kingly stance as the forces of the Aram and Akamantis—his forces—rushed in the room to celebrate Prince Cleus’s victory over the Tharsisians, undeniably won by wit and cleverness where brute force could not prevail.

* * * *

Prophecy Fulfilled

“You are pensive and sad of countenance, Cleus, when I would think you would be leaping with joy—on top of the world.”

“Perhaps it is just the shock of your dispatching King Severmist at nearly the same instant that I was the undoing of King Kleemus. You surprise me, Watchman. I have observed you often working through other men, but hardly ever by your own hand.”

“Oh, the Lords of Sorso and Jerzu were ever so helpful,” the Watchman responded. “They have ever borne a grudge against Severmist for using—and then losing—Toma. I do believe each one of them was deeply in love with his talented channel. And then, when Severmist moved against his own cousin, the two lords believed one or both of them would be next. So, they struck first—and the death that came to Severmist was an ignominious one, one that gave him no majesty in the eyes of the people whatsoever.”

“And the lords? Where are they now?”

“Dispatched as well. It was rather messy, I’m afraid. They did not die well.”

None of this helped with the pensiveness in the dusky young prince that the Watchman had discerned.

He had waited to approach Cleus in the king’s chamber of the Enna palace until Raum had finished with him and had left the chamber.

The lovemaking between the two had moved the Watchman and made him mourn what he knew and accepted was the ending of any relationship he himself might have with Toma. Cleus was stretched, half on his side, half on his belly on the king’s bier in the center of the chamber and Raum was kneeling over him, hands kneading the dusky beauty’s shoulders, and cock buried deep in Cleus’s channel. Cleus was moaning his pleasure and acceptance and moving his hips in rhythm with the pumping of Raum’s well-trained staff. The taking was languid, as if they had forever. As if that was a choice Cleus could make. As the taking continued, they both become more vocal in their moans, and Raum lowered his body on Cleus’s, stretching out along the line of his body and moving him onto his belly. Raum was encasing him from above, touching him at every point he possibly could with his own body. His arms were stretched along Cleus’s, and the Watchman would have thought they had drifted off into sleep, were motionless, except for the entwining movement of their fingers merged together, the wave-like motion of Raum’s hips and Cleus’s pelvis, and the curling and uncurling of Cleus’s long, sensuous toes to the rhythm of the fuck.

At length both gave a low cry and the intensity of the movement at their loins quickened—but only momentarily, as they both gave out a long, low sigh and relaxed their bodies in one entwined whole. They slept then, but only briefly. Raum knew his position. His life, his function at court, had not changed. To Cleus’s low, huskily voiced objections, Raum raised himself from the platform and padded out of the chamber. Now was not the time for the court to have to officially acknowledge Raum’s function in Cleus’s life.

“I saw you with Raum, just now,” the Watchman said when Cleus had dozed briefly and returned groggily to life. “Is that what has made you sad?”

“You see everything,” Cleus said. And then he gave a quiet laugh, but it was not a happy laugh.

“I have seen you raised from the womb to manhood,” the Watchman said. “Our family was small, there all those years on the beach at Gela. It would have been hard to miss what developed between you and Raum. Is that what is troubling you?”

“Yes,” Cleus answered in almost inaudible tones and after a long pause.

“You are thinking on Cletar, your royal family, and how all of this complexity and treachery began, are you not? How he was. That he would not lay with a woman, would not take up his responsibility to the succession of the High Kingship.”

“Yes.”

“And you do not want to do to the nation what your father did.”

“No.”

“Raum means so much to you that you give this relationship such high regard?”

“Yes. But I am prepared. As is Raum. If I am to be High King, I will take the responsibility fully. I will be a Cresum, not a Cletar.”

“But you would rather just be the commander of the kingdom’s forces, would you not, and partner solely with Raum?”

“You know everything. Yes, yes, of course I would.”

“The oracle knew it would be so. The oracle knew and had knowledge of and faith in the future that I did not. And I believe it is the oracle, the Oracle at Noto, working for the gods, that has given you that trait of Cletar. It is nothing to be ashamed of, my son. You have done all that could be asked of you. What you have with Raum is something beautiful, not something you need—or should have to—deny.”

Cleus stood there, naked, both in body and soul, before his mentor and protector, the Watchman. There was nothing he could say. In days of joy, he was consumed by sadness and the heavy burden that he saw as his.

“Look up, Cleus,” the Watchman said in a commanding, yet gentle tone. “What do you see?”

Cleus looked up. What he saw surprised and perplexed him. But he could not discern what the Watchman was trying to tell him, what was happening here.

“Hello, brother,” a voice emerged from the shadows. The sound was followed by the appearance of a small, but well-formed Nubian.

“Toma. Is it you? Have you abandoned your life and family in Favara to return to us at court to take up duties here? If so, you are happily welcome. I seem to be bereft of advisers, the principle ones having recently been dispatched for treachery.”

“No, I’ve brought my wife and son with me,” Toma answered simply. “The Watchman called and I answered.”

“The Watchman called you to court?” Cleus asked, still confused.

“The misunderstanding is mine,” the Watchman interjected. “The oracle and the gods knew what they were doing. But it was a mistake I’m glad I made—and I believe the gods would not have permitted it if it were not a good thing for the kingdoms.”

“A mistake?” Cleus was still very much in the dark.

“You are not to be High King, Cleus,” the Watchman said. “The Oracle never meant that you were to be. Your making was by my making—because I misunderstood; I did not have enough faith in the oracle. But you can be the key support to the High King—and you can still have what you desire. You can still command the forces of the kingdoms and partner exclusively with Raum.”

“Not the High King?”

“No. The High King for a unified world is to be a king of peace and wisdom in ruling, not a mighty military commander. Does that trouble you much? I would be very wrong if I thought that it did.”

“No, no, it doesn’t trouble me, Watchman. It would lift a heavy burden from me. I would be overjoyed. But how . . . who . . . ?”

“I’m surprised I didn’t see it. If he had been like other men of Aram in appearance, I’m sure I would have. The oracle’s prophecy was that the direct line of King Cresum would lead to the High King who would unify the kingdoms of the region. My mistake was in not realizing that this man already existed before I schemed to coax a male heir from the loins of King Cletar. When I knew the truth, it was too late. You were already among us and loved by us all. My further mistake was not seeing that unity is in the ruling, the governing, not the military conquest. You can be a great soldier, a commander, but Toma has it in him to be a wise and fair ruler.

“The direct line from Cresum led through his oldest surviving son. The Nubian princess Nailah need not have lain with Cletar. She had already borne a son directly from Cresum. The moment Cletar was slain, Toma became that eldest surviving son. Toma is the gods-anointed High King of the lands of Aram, Akamantis, Tharsis, and the Kerastis. And he can and has begotten sons.”

Toma flinched and turned to the Watchman.

“Yes, Toma. Your Maia is bearing another son. What I can and do declare here and now is that the Prophecy of Noto has been fulfilled. King Toma is the High King. Long may his lineage reign in peace and strength—protected by the military prowess and fealty of his brother, Cleus.

-Fini-

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William

As I am following Daniel in my, I am recalling what happened. He just pulled me and kissed. I can still feel his lips on mine. I am still in aaawww.

We went to a sports bar called Fireman’s Arms (Cape Town, South Africa). We ordered drinks sat down and talked. Ordered some food and drank more.

“I am really enjoying myself, its been a while since I have been out on a Friday evening on a date”

“Ooo, so this is a date then”- Daniel said as he was grinning form ear to ear. Just that mischievous grin says it all.

Daniel – “Let’s get out of here, do you live close by”

“Not to far, just follow me” I said with my own mischievous grin and wink

So, we paid, got into our cars and drove to my apartment. As we got to my apartment, we could not stop ourselves from grabbing each other and just making out for the whole world to see. We entered my building, almost falling down the stairs. Kissing and groping each other. AS we are still in our work cloths, those tight pants are not leaving anything to the imagination, just as we got to my apartment door, we were going at it like it’s the end of the world, and we just heard someone clearing their throat. As we tried to calm down from our hype, I was thinking who the fuck is standing at my front door, as my back was towards the door, as I turned around, I just froze, and just looked at the person standing there.

“OMG, what the fuck is he doing here”- I thought to myself.

Dwayne

Damn, the traffic was terrible coming home. For a damn Friday. Wait, it was pay day. I forgot. Taking my tie off while pouring myself a drink. I move to the couch and turn on the Friday sports to see how the rugby is doing.

Wow, that was a pathetic rugby game. I got up to go for a piss and undress and hit the shower. The warm water running down my body feels so good. Suddenly my thoughts go to William. Imagining him in the shower kissing him, my hands all over his body and his hands all over mine. While my thoughts run away from me, I am busy jerking off and fuck it feels good. And finally, my orgasm comes hard, spurting cum all over the shower wall and floor. Fuck that felt so good. Still catching my breath while I finish up. I dry off and go lay down on the bed and I fall asleep.

I woke up to my phone ringing.

“Hello?”

“Hey bro, what’s up”

“Sure, that sounds good, what time do I need to be there. Three o’clock, see you then, bye”

It now 9:30am. Better get up and go hit gym to work out this stress.

I arrived at the gym and just worked myself till I really could not anymore. Got to the showers and went home.

It’s almost time to go meet up with my brother and sister. We come together once a month just to catch up on everything. And so, I go.

Daniel

My alarm went of Saturday morning. Me laying there just thinking of last night and what could have happened. Their we were, making out and groping, so horny for one another. And then we got cock blocked by this man standing in the doorway. William was just standing there looking like he was just kicked in the balls.

“Tom, what are you doing here”

“Can we go inside and talk, so that I don’t have to watch you fags make out”- Tom said

I was ready to punch this ass hole and William stopped me and pulled me in for a hug and whispered in my ear:

“Don’t, he is not worth it. I will call you tomorrow”

And he kissed me goodbye, turned around opened the door, they both went inside and left me alone in the hallway.

I got up and went to the gym. Got home and waited and waited for William to call. He did not. Sunday came and went by and no phone call from William.

My alarm went off Monday morning, and I just hit snooze. And so, another week begins. I finally got up and hit the shower and got dressed and, on my way, to work. As I am parking, I am looking for William’s car. He is not here yet. Damn, where is he. Got out the car and went to inside the office.

About 08:00, William is still not in the office.

A man came in and was walking towards me:

“Sorry to bother you, but I am looking for Dwayne. Is he maybe in yet?”

“Yes, Mr. Dwayne is in, I will show you to his office”

We finally got at Dwayne’s office,

“Morning Sir, sorry to disturb you, but there is someone here looking for you”

“Thanks Daniel, you can send them in”

I show the man in and left, and he said thank you.

As I am walking I could here the man giving his name, Steve Skyfall. But is that not William’s brother, why is he here. Did something happen to William. Shit, I hope that Tom guy did not do something to him. No, I am worried like hell about William, I need to find out what happened.

Dwayne

“Hi Steve, good to meet you”

Skyfall, is that not William’s last name. Wonder what the relation is.

“Sorry to bother Dwayne, but I am here regarding my brother, William. He was in an accident this weekend and he is currently in hospital”

“What happened, is he alright?”

“Yes, he is ok. I don’t know the details yet myself, but he is alright. He will probably get released in a few days”

“You can tell William he can take as much time he needs to recover. And thank you for informing me about William”

“Not a problem, thank you again for you time Dwayne. Here is my number if you need to get hold of William”

“Thanks Steve, all the best”

As I watch Steve leave my office, my heart just fell to the floor. Damn, I really hope he is alright.

And so the day went on and I kept thinking about William.

William

Daniel and I were like two young school boys, horny as hell. Just making out, each one showing more and more passion. Then the his hand just went for my dick, rubbing it through my pants, making me just hornier. And so my hand grabs Daniel’s package, rubbing him in all his glory, just ready to burst. 

I started hearing this beep noise, like beep, beep, beep. Like someone is on a heart monitor. It cant be my heart or Daniel’s, cause ours were racing fast. The beeping does not go away. Then I here people talking. I turned around and see no one. And as I am turning back to Daniel, he vanished. I am all alone in my hallway in front of my apartment. And suddenly there is a shadow figure of a man, walking towards and just as he reaches me, I wake up.

I am looking around and see everything white, with the heart monitor beeping. And as I look across the room, I see my brother Steve, looking at me, smiling with tears in his eyes and saying

“Morning sleeping beauty”

I am still so confused, I don’t remember what happend. The only thing I do know, I have a massive headache and body is aching. 

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[Written with thanks and a nod to a fairytale told by early twentieth-century Italian diplomat Daniele Varè]

The weight of the man lifted off young Han Li, who sighed, and attempted, unsuccessfully, to move from his prone, bent, and spread position. The imperial guard captain had been on top of the eighteen-year-old young man, between his legs, inside him, thrusting for so long that Han Li was numbed into that stance, his buttocks raised on satin pillows, his sleeping robe hanging open underneath him. He had been transported into the heavens.

The guard captain stood over the prone, divinely proportioned Han Li, staring down at the vulnerable, open stance of the young man, whose arms, the wrists bound together, were raised over his head, pushing the young man’s smooth, slim, boyish chest out. The young man was gazing back into the soldier’s eyes, with an expression of awe, surrender, submissiveness, and satiation while the guard stroked the last drops of his cum on the young man’s belly. The soldier was muscular, fit, at the height of his virility. The shaft he was stroking would not wither. The young man was just too inviting, too open to the soldier, wanting more. As if to confirm that, Han Li drew his knees up into his chest and rolled his pelvis up, to show the rosy-rimmed hole that had been opened by the thick-cocked guard was still open—and puckering. Rivulets of white cum dribbled from the pulsing opening.

This had been the first opening and invasion of the young man’s passage by a man’s shaft. Han Li had taken his deflowering well—more than well. The soldier dropped to his knees, gathered a moaning Han Li into his arms, penetrated the passage for a second time, and the two rocked against each other in renewed copulation. The second taking gave the young man more pleasure and passion and less pain than the first one had. Han Li dreamed of a third coupling.

The soldier, twenty-eight-year-old Ke Chuan, untied the red silk sash of Han Li’s robe from around the young man’s wrists and rose from on top of Han Li on the kang—the hard bed—in the center of the small pavilion off the Pavilion of the Tortoise in which Han Li’s father, the general of the imperial troops in distant Chinghai Province, Han Shui, was snoring away. He stealthily moved to the beaded curtain in the doorway between the two pavilions to ensure that the old general had slept through the deflowering of his young son.

Han Li lay there, still trembling and unable to close his legs and watched Ke Chuan move stealthily around his chamber. The young man’s eyes were dreamy with awe of the handsome, muscular guard captain who had coaxed his virginity to anal penetration from him, taking all guilt from him by binding him as he whimpered his fear mixed with want.

Although Han Li had been ripe for the deflowering and had carried his own in the tease to the bedding by the guards captain, Ke Chuan had masterfully seduced the sheltered country student, presenting himself as a young god, cultivating him, whispering encouraging and praising words to him whenever they were close to each other, fondling him and telling him how beautiful and desirable he was when they were in private, and taking Han Li’s hand in his, penetrating the folds of the guard captain’s robes, and introducing the young man to the arousal of a magnificent erection, whispering how much pleasure it could give Han Li inside him. Then, tonight, being so patient in preparing him and, only when Han Li begged him for the attention, binding, mounting, penetrating, and seeding him—and then mounting, penetrating, and seeding him a second time to assure the young man of the lessening of pain in repeated copulation. Having led a reclusive, protected student’s life to that point in a palace in remote Chinghai, Han Li had been vulnerable to the dazzle of Ke Chuan—and he had been more than ready to enter the bitten peach world.

It had been frightening and painful. It had been glorious, and Han Li wanted Ke Chuan to copulate with him again. He had thought for some time he would be with men as well as women. Many men in his family enjoyed the variety of bed partners. He’d no idea it would first happen at the center of the universe, in the Forbidden City itself, lying under the, perfect in every way, captain of the emperor’s own guard. His eyes followed Ke Chuan’s movements around the room, willing the masterful cocksman to return to him and take him again, teach him more positions and techniques, taking him again and again until there was no more pain, only pleasure.

When the guard captain had first crept into the pavilion and accosted the half-breed son of the western general, Ke Chuan had taken the precaution of coming masked and robed in the colors of the night and had bound and gagged the young man in his own silk sleeping apparel. The young man had struggled in surprise initially, but as Ke Chuan had surmised, his attentions were welcome and once he had smothered the young man in attentiveness to his sexual arousal and impulses and had thrown off his mask and robe and Han Le had seen who it was who was on top of him and between his legs—although of course he already knew—Ke Chuan was able to replace the gag with his mouth and to hold the young man in thrall to his demanding kiss, as he mounted, penetrated, and rode him. Han Li shuddered and writhed as Ke Chuan penetrated him deep, as his endowment allowed, and, eventually, the young man went docile and then fell in the rhythm of the strong, virile soldier’s possession.

The second seeding had been just as glorious, and Han Li had invited it.

Han Li had given Ke Chuan every hope that his attentions would be welcome earlier, after the western general and his entourage had arrived in the Forbidden City, summoned by the emperor but with an urgent need as well to apprise the emperor of the unrest to the west. The entourage had included the son he begat from his Italian wife, who had been the widow of an emissary to the imperial court who had died en route there and whom Han Shui had added to his collection of wives. Han Li, small of stature in his eighteen years on earth, perfect of body, with alabaster skin, and dark, shining eyes and hair, had come to Peking with his father. Han Shui wanted his son to pass the exams for the imperial civil service, and the young man had advanced as far as he could go with frontier tutors.

Han Li had not been part of the entourage that was granted an audience by the emperor Pu Yi in the cluster of Dragon Pavilions deep in the protected grounds of the Forbidden City, but he had been permitted to come to a courtyard in sight of the vermillion and gold pillared, open-sided throne room while his father gave his periodic report to the Son of Heaven on the military situation on the empire’s western borders.

As Han Shui reported, the emperor’s imperial guard stood at attention around the edges of the throne room pavilion. The attention of the guard’s captain, though, had strayed to the courtyard off to the side, where he saw the young, exotic, mixed-breed young man, Han Li, wandering around, admiring the plantings and the colorful architecture of the emperor’s compound within the Forbidden City. Ke Chuan was smitten and immediately decided that he must have this young man writhing under him and sheathing his shaft. Ke Chuan was accustomed to having his way with young men, and mostly with virgins he deflowered.

Han Li looked up to meet Ke Chuan’s gaze and smile and he was equally smitten.

Later, by judiciously asking, Ke Chuan informed himself on who the young man was, what he was doing in the imperial capital—and, to his delight, that he was a virgin to men using his anal passage. The guard captain had already ascertained from the looks he’d shared with the young man that there was hope that Ke Chuan could cure Han Li of his virginity.

Unbeknownst to Ke Chuan or Han Li—or that matter to Han Shui—Ke Chuan was not the only one who speculated on the beauty of the graceful and exotic young man roaming around in the side courtyard. From another pavilion before he belatedly arrived in his throne room to receive the general from the western province, Emperor Pu Yi had looked into the side courtyard and taken pause—a long pause—in seeing the form of Han Li.

Emperor Pu Yi made the same vow to himself as Ke Chuan had. He would deflower this young, exotic-visaged man, bestow his imperial seed on him, and add him to the secondary stable of mates he had—the stable of the young male concubines.

Over the next two days, Ke Chuan made it his business to approach the young visitor from the western lands as opportunity arose and to engage him in conversation and flirting, a familiarity that the emperor could not engage in. He was delighted to find that the young man was open to flirting with another man and that he seemed frustrated by the restraints his father put on him and was ready to spread his wings and fly in his own chosen direction. At the same time, the young man had been sheltered and was naïve and susceptible to the advances of such as Ke Chuan. Han Li innocently revealed that the bitten peach world of men pleasing men was more alluring to him than the court scholar direction his father was planning for him. Han Li knew that his mixed-parentage heritage made him exotic in the world of men seeking men.

In turn, the emperor made it his business to find out more about the young man, the reason why he was so exotically beautiful, and that he as yet was untouched, having been closely guarded by his father on the remote frontier of the empire, destined for the life of a scholar rather than a soldier.

For his part, General Han Shui was oblivious to the interest of the captain of the emperor’s guard, attentions from that direction being unspeakably below his status, but he wasn’t oblivious to the emperor’s interest. This became a delicate balancing act for him. He acceded to opportunities for added contact with the emperor by arranging to have his son nearby and in view, but he did so for the chance to discuss with the emperor how precarious the military position was on the western border, which already regularly was being breached by foreign hordes, and to focus the emperor’s attention on meeting the threat. In addition, one word from the emperor and Han Li’s entry into the court realm of the scholars would be assured. The general was not a fool, and he was a schemer. If finding favor with and gaining the ear of the emperor came from his son being bedded by the emperor, so be it. Having been bedded by the emperor and having pleased the emperor in this congruous accorded status on its own. If emperor experienced pleasure in deflowering Han Li, the young man would readily find a place in the halls of the academy. If he was taken as male concubine by the emperor for any length of time, this would not be openly spoken of, but he would have a place at court as long as the emperor reigned and was pleased with Han Ii.

Conditions on the border were enough in crisis for such a sacrifice. Already, in the general’s absence from his defense of the west, a foreign force was inside the borders and was advancing toward the capital. To add to this, Mongols from the north were even closer to Peking in the movement of military forces. The emperor needed to focus on the military threat, not the desires to dip his shaft in unused passages. If he was indulged with Han Li once, perhaps he would give attention to the real danger.

Ke Chuan was aware of the emperor’s interest in the Chinghai youth. He also was aware that if he were first in enjoying the young man’s passage and the emperor heard of it, his head would roll off his body. But he was a lustful, randy example of a risk taker, used to getting his way sexually because of the power and magnificence of his body as well as his position at the head of the emperor’s personal guard. And the luscious young man in question was a virgin.

As he had lain on top of the young man in the small pavilion off to the side of where the powerful, western general father of Han Li was snoring, Ke Chuan forced silken pillows under the young man’s buttocks to raise his virginal passage to the sacrifice, coaxed the young man’s thighs apart with his knees, and savored the young man’s muffled virgin cries reducing to whimpers and eventually to acceptance and a coordinated rhythm and deep sighs as he buried his cock deep inside Han Li’s channel. He reveled not only in the pleasure of stealing the exotic young man’s virginity but also in the danger of the moment.

Later, when Ke Chuan had unbound Han Li and been brought to wariness by the possible sounds of movement in the larger pavilion beyond and had stolen over to listen at the beaded curtain of the doorway into the central Pavilion of the Tortoise, he nearly laughed out loud when he turned to see Han Li, still on his back, still with his legs open and his buttocks raised, turned to him with a pleading look on his face and his arms raised and spread open to the guard captain.

Ke Chuan strode quickly back to the kang and climbed on top of the young man and they coupled for a third time. The virile guards captain was ever hard and the erstwhile virgin was insatiable. It was Han Li, who took the guard captain’s thick, long shaft in his hands and guided its bulb into place. Ke Chuan instinctively clamped his hand over the young man’s mouth to stifle the inevitable cry when he thrust his cock home. Mere moments later, as Han Li controlled the brutal slash of pain-pleasure, he grasped the guard captain’s buttocks in his hands and the two bucked against each other through deep panting and muffled moans in a frenzied dance of the fuck.

Ke Chuan smirked in the knowledge that the young man was lost to the power of his cock. All young men he got his shaft into were lost to his mastering. This was well worth the risk he took, Ke Chuan thought.

* * * *

“But, oh Son of Heaven, these are primitive subjects from the western edge of the empire. He may not be suitable.”

“I have checked. Do not presume to question my order. Bring the young man to my kang tonight. I wish to take a first bite into his peach tonight.” The Emperor Pu Yi gave his guard captain a look of surprise and disapproval for daring to trying to dissuade him from something he desired as if the soldier were a dog that had unexpectedly hopped out of a tranquil garden pond.

Ke Chuan presumed to continue, though, suddenly frightened what he might have done to disturb the order of the empire. The emperor could not have that first bite. Ke Chuan already had done so—and the bite after that and the one after that. “I am just noting the ritual of the emperor’s conquest of purity, Exalted Dragon of China—the ill luck that would come from a first lie with a concubine who was not a virgin.”

Mollified a bit, Pu Yi said, “You needn’t worry about that. I have thoroughly checked. I have queried the western general himself, and he has assured me his son is a virgin. The general would not lie to me about such an important matter. I have also had enquiries done among the general’s retinue and among my spies in his western household, and not a hint of scandal has surfaced about the general’s son. Besides, the young man is too young and has lived too sheltered and protected a life to have lost his virginity to a man. Considering who his father is, no man in Chinghai would have dared violate the young man.”

No, you want to violate the young man yourself, Ke Chuan thought, without entertaining the reality that he, Ke Chuan, had already violated the young man—repeatedly. And not that the general would know, the guard captain mused. The general had been snoring in the chamber next door when Ke Chuan had been ripping the young man’s virginity out of him and wantonly taking him again and again. And he nearly laughed at the emperor’s naivete in suggesting any youth was too young to cover and fuck.

Ke Chuan was thoroughly backed into a corner, though. If he revealed what he knew, his head would roll. If he didn’t, there was the curse of an invalid emperor’s conquest of purity. It was enough to bring the empire down. Which was the greater tragedy?

He wasn’t stupid. He knew what the greater tragedy for him would be. He also was fully capable of believing in the traditional rituals when and as he chose. He was close enough to the emperor to know that the Son of Heaven did that himself.

* * * *

“What is this? What is this doing here?” Han Li asked in a shaky voice. He’d been called into the Pavilion of the Tortoise, where he had spied, on an elaborate sleeping kang, a richly embroidered, large silk quilt. The background color was a bold yellow. His father, General Han Shui, was standing on one side of the kang and the captain of the imperial guard, Ke Chuan, was standing on the other side, one hand lifting up the corner of the quilt. Both men looked quite serious.

“Were you bathed as I commanded?” Han Shui asked his son in strained voice.

“Yes, father. But again, what is that quilt doing in here? That is exclusively of the emperor’s quarters. No one but the emperor can use yellow.”

“It is the ritual. You may not have heard of it in distant Chinghai,” Ke Chuan answered dully, his voice as much strained as Han Shui’s had been. “The ritual of the emperor bestowing favor on a virginal concubine.”

“Yes, I know of the ritual,” Han Le said. “I am here to study further for the civil service examinations, of which knowledge of the rituals is central. I’m not just starting my studies, though. I understand what the quilt is for—to deliver a concubine to the emperor for the first coupling and entry into his house. But how does that—?”

“I think you know how that applies here—how that applies to you, my son,” Han Shui answered in a tired, regretful voice. “The emperor has seen you. His interests are broad. I have no idea how he came to observe and choose you, but he has. I can do nothing about it.”

“But this can’t be. Tell him, Ke Chuan. Tell him why this can’t serve the ritual.” He looked imploringly and accusingly at the guard captain. He could not openly say it in front of his father, and he knew that it would be insanity and suicide for Ke Chuan to reveal that Han Li could not go to the emperor this way, as the ritual required the concubine to be a virgin. The question had been made without thinking, in shock.

Han Li was not a virgin. Ke Chuan knew exactly why Han Li was not a virgin. Ke Chuan had made sure Han Li was not a virgin three times that night. Han Li saw the predicament in Ke Chuan’s eyes, but he was a scholar of the rituals and believed in them. He couldn’t remain silent.

The ritual could not be observed under this circumstance. Ke Chuan knew it would be a sacrilege, not helped because the emperor did not know it. But anyone who knew it knew that it would be an insult to the gods, who would surely take their revenge. So, it could not happen.

“Tell him that it can’t be, Ke Chuan,” Han Li said, again, but Ke Chuan looked away from him to Han Li’s father and spoke to the general. “We cannot keep the emperor waiting. You know that. The emperor has spoken. You know that too.”

“Remove your robe and lie on the quilt,” Han Shui said in weary voice.

“Father!” Han Li exclaimed.

“Call in the guards, if you must,” Han Shui said to Ke Chuan. Bind and gag him, if necessary. Rumor is that the emperor enjoys such games.

The guard captain called in the emperor’s guards, and they stripped Han Li of his robe. Whether in shock or surrender, Han Li struggled only a bit but said nothing as they bound his wrists and ankles together with red sashes. And then he couldn’t protest aloud anymore, as they gagged him with another red scarf. They rolled him into the yellow silk quilt and carried him from the Pavilion of the Tortoise across the Forbidden City grounds to the Dragon Pavilion, the sleeping pavilion of Emperor Pu Yi.

And there He was, the Emperor Pu Yi, Son of Heaven, when the soldiers had deposited the quilt on the sumptuously pillowed kang in the vermillion and gold leaf-adorned Dragon Pavilion and unfolded the quilt from around Han Li’s slight, perfectly formed body and had backed, kowtowing, out of the pavilion. He stood at the foot of the kang, ensconced in a cobalt blue silken robe embroidered with a dragon, symbol of the emperor, in golden threads. The robe was open at the emperor’s groin, and he was fisting his erect cock in his bejeweled left hand.

The expression on Pu Yi’s face revealed that he was very pleased with what he saw. The fingers of his right hand went to the supple skin of the young man’s arms and thighs and chest. He groaned his need. Han Li could not turn away or resist in any way. This was his emperor. Very few in the empire were even permitted to look on the emperor’s countenance. And here was the emperor, touching Han Li in the most intimate way and places. The emperor untied the red sash binding Han Li’s ankles, ran his hand between Han Li’s thighs, nudging them to spread, and Han Li dutifully opened them, shuddering as the emperor ran his fingers over the young man’s inner thighs. The touch told Han Li that the emperor wanted him to turn his thighs outward and elevate his pelvis, and when the young man did, the emperor ran his finger across the young man’s anal opening, back and forth, thumbing the entrance, watching with interest and pleasure as it puckered and dilated. Han Li moaned for him and his opening puckered further as the thumb moved inside him.

Han Li couldn’t help from being awed by the honor being accorded him and couldn’t say he was unaffected by the emperor’s attention. He had been brought this far. This was going to transpire, and the young man wasn’t a fool. He gave in to reality and common sense. Not only that, he was a lusty-filled lad. He gave in to the coupling that was to follow. He began to rock his pelvis on the penetrating thumb, and the emperor knew the peach was his for the plucking.

The emperor was a handsome, majestic man, albeit heavy of body. His member was not of the girth and length of Ke Chuan’s in full erection, but Han Li’s eyes opened wide in surprise and pain-pleasure as now a long, slender finger crowned with two thick-jeweled rings entered him, the gems applying themselves to his prostate.

The emperor reached up and freed Han Li of his gag. The Son of Heaven was holding his shaft in his hand while the fingers of his other hand were exploring in the crease of the young man’s buttocks, and he was twisting his pelvis toward the young man’s head. Han Li was shuddering and rocking on the bejeweled finger inside him. He knew there would be another imperial digit inside him soon. There was no avoiding that. All he could do now was to try to save his lover from discovery. He had to be a virgin for the emperor. The expectation of what the emperor wanted Han Li to do now was clear. But the rituals of the gods were clear also. He could shield Ke Chuan. It could be someone else, someone back in Chinghai had deflowered him already.

The young man gasped and sighed and started to speak, “Sir, you should know . . . the ritual . . .” but the emperor shushed him, murmured how beautiful his body was and pushed his shaft between Han Li’s lips. The young man opened his mouth to the cock, and whatever he might have wanted to say was silenced.

As Han Li sucked the imperial member, the emperor removed his fingers from the young man’s passage, glided the fingers of both hands down Han Li’s inner thighs, coaxing the young man to open his legs more to him—to spread and bend his legs, place his feet flat on the surface of the kang, and to push up on his feet, elevating his pelvis more. Pulling his now-throbbing staff from Han Li’s mouth, the emperor moved between the young man’s thighs.

Han Li, having already lain with Ke Chuan and knowing what the desired position was for the deepest penetration of the cock, moved as the emperor was coaxing him to. And then he cried out as the emperor impatiently thrust inside him and, holding the young man’s pelvis in place by grasping and raising his hips, plowed him quickly to a first seeding. He was the emperor. He need not be sensitive to the needs of his partner, only his own. It mattered not if they were virgins to the cock. He could take his pleasures as he pleased, and he did so with Han Li.

The surprise and shock of being so abruptly and brutally taken covered for this not having been the first time Han Li had swayed with a man in copulation. Han Li naturally responded and sobbed in pain and violation as a virgin would do. After that there was no reason for Han Li to point out he had not been a virgin. His response to the emperor’s thrusts had been that of a virgin, as they had surprised and taxed Han Li. All of that refinement around them in the Dragon Pavilion and its rich appointments did not change that the emperor fucked Han Li with the abandonment of a rooting animal.

There were no restraints on what the emperor could do. Once his natural sexual desires took over, it, by right, became all about him and serving his desires. When he was copulating with a concubine, female or male, once lust took over there was no sensitivity to the feelings, needs, or even survival of the other. The emperor brutally took his pleasure—there was no restraint to doing so. If the concubine were ruined, there always was another one to take her or his place. Thus, when he lay with Han Li, the emperor ripped his own pleasure out of the young man, who, fortuitously, found he was aroused at such conquering and whose passage had, mercifully, already, thanks to Ke Chuan’s thick cock, become able to take a man’s phallus.

The emperor was no Ke Chuan in the phallus department. If Ke Chuan had taken Han Li this brutally, the young man surely would have been ruined. Having already been plowed by a thicker and longer shaft, Han Li managed the emperor.

Pu Yi immediately became obsessed with his new toy. Not much later in the evening he fucked Han Li from the back, the young man draped over the side of the bathing pool on his belly and the emperor behind him, hands on Han Li’s hips, fucking him in the position of the dog, as any illiterate peasant in the alleys of Peking would do. And then later, through the night, on the pillows of the kang, with, at last, Han Li straddling the emperor’s pelvis and riding the monarch’s cock in the position of the camel crossing the Taklamakan desert.

Han Li felt the cock of the guard captain more, but the emperor’s technique was more varied and demanding—and cruder and more primeval. The young man melted completely to the demands of and satisfaction provided by his sovereign lord. There was something to be appreciated in the refinement of Ke Chuan, but there was greater animal satiation in the total, unfettered taking the emperor indulged in. If the emperor wished to fuck a young man to death there would be no barrier to or punishment for doing so, and that provided some higher level of arousal in the young man from Chinghai.

The young man gave in to the emperor’s needs and desires completely, and he forgot all about the defilement of the ritual. The gods did not forget, however.

The emperor, young enough and bored enough otherwise with life to call for a wife or concubine two or three times in the space of the day, was so besotted with Han Li that he neither called for another attendant for the next five days, bestowing all of his imperial seed on his new, young, luscious lover, nor appeared on the Dragon Throne in the throne hall to attend to business.

This despite the foreign hordes relentlessly closing in on Peking from both the north and the northwest.

* * * *

“I’m sorry, General, the emperor is not receiving today.”

“He must see me,” General Han Shui told the emperor’s chief attendant. “Foreign armies are nearing the walls of the city. We must mobilize to counter them. I need his chop on my orders.”

“He is indisposed.”

“He can’t get his phallus out of the tight passage of one of his concubines,” the general cried out. “That is not being indisposed when the enemy is at the gates.”

“Not just any concubine,” the attendant shot back with the accusation. “Your son, who you tempted him with. The emperor is in ninth heaven with the young man you yourself brought here from Chinghai to weave your family’s power around the Son of Heaven. Well, your plans to ensnare the emperor are working, but they obviously won’t do you any good.”

“My plans? MY plans?” General Han Shui puffed up and turned red. “These are not the plans I had for my son. They certainly are not what I want for the Central Kingdom. I’ll show you.”

He turned to the captain of the imperial guard, Ke Chuan, who was standing nearby.

“I must speak with you,” the general said. The two went off, beyond the columns of the pavilion onto the platform outside and put their heads together. The guard captain was seen to recoil from the discussion in horror. But the general drew him back in, they talked some more, and Ke Chuan eventually was nodding his head even though he looked decidedly dismayed.

That night, on the walkway at the top of the wall surrounding the inner, imperial compound of the larger Forbidden City compound, a beautiful young man stood, looking to the northwest, beyond the walls of the city to the flares of a thousand campfires of the northern enemy forces. He was melancholy. His life in the emperor’s household as a half Chinese half foreigner, as exotic and sexually appealing as it had made him, had not led him to the life he had hoped to have.

Responding to a sound coming from farther along the wall, he turned, and said, “Oh, it is you, Captain Ke Chuan.”

“Yes, it is I,” Ke Chuan said, coming in close behind the young man, embracing him from behind and gathering up the material of the young man’s robe, getting his hands under the hem and pushing the robe up to the young man’s naked waist. The young man sighed as Ke Chuan buried his face in the young man’s throat, placed a hand on his belly, positioned his cock head with the other hand, penetrated, and started to fuck the youth who he’d first taken as a virgin.

The young man murmured, “Yes, yes, yes,” but his voice was reduced to a gurgle as Ke Chuan wrapped his hands around the young man’s throat and squeezed. Ke Chuan continued the fuck as the young man’s hands ineffectually scrabbled as Ke Chuan’s hands on his throat. The youth relaxed in death as Ke Chuan released his seed.

Before letting the body drop, Ke Chuan sliced the head of a battleax up from out of the darkness and caught the young man in the face, smashing his beautiful face beyond all recognition. Before his body could sink to the stones of the path, the powerful guard captain had caught his small body, wrapped in its yellow silk robe, hoisted the body over the top of the wall, and let it fall to the stones of the courtyard below, allowing the body to fall out of the bloodied robe.

He turned to one of his soldiers, handed him the bloodied yellow silk robe, and said, “Take this to General Han Shui as proof that it is done—that the emperor has no reason not to pay attention to his imperial duties now. I have something else I must do.”

* * * *

The next morning the Son of Heaven, Emperor Pu Yi, was distraught almost beyond himself, but he appeared, as was his duty, in the Dragon Throne Pavilion to receive the report and request of his equally distraught and subdued, Chinghai Province general, Han Shui, and to provide the needed chop on the decree to mobilize the army to go out and meet the enemy at the gates of Peking.

“I only hope it is not too late,” General Han Shui muttered under his breath, adding, “and that we all live to appreciate the sacrifice this has required.”

Having heard what his general muttered, the emperor turned a tear-stained face to his general and said, “Living in this earthly realm is nothing like awaits the Son of Heaven in the beyond.”

Then, having been dismissed like everyone else from the throne pavilion, General Han Shui strode off to see what he could still do to save the city and empire from the foreign devils beyond the gates of Peking. The emperor, demanding that he be left in solitude, walked out onto the raised platform extending from the columns holding up the pavilion and hung himself by the throat from an ornamental Maidenhair tree.

And thus the gods exacted their revenge on an emperor who failed to observe the ritual of the imperial initiation of a virgin concubine, even though Emperor Pu Yi didn’t have the most remote knowledge that the ritual had been breached.

* * * *

Ke Chuan rose from on top of Han Li from the berth on the junk floating off the coast in Bo Hai, the Gulf of China, pulling his cock out of a channel that was oozing his cum from repeated seedings. The young man lay there, panting heavily, moaning in a low tone, his legs spread and bent, his buttocks elevated on a cushion, totally besotted and sexually satiated. Ke Chuan had fucked the young Chinese-Italian for hours, making the young man unquestionably his.

Han Li had left the Forbidden City willingly with the handsome, virile, big-cocked guard captain. It had been flattering to be obsessed over by the Son of Heaven, but, sexually, it hadn’t been anything like being plowed by Ke Chuan. He was so happy to see the guard captain come to where he was being confined for brief periods between sessions with the emperor that he asked no questions about where they were going and how Ke Chuan was able to arrange the escape.

Since Han Li didn’t ask, Ke Chuan didn’t need to decide whether to tell him that another Chinese-European young man had been sacrificed in Han Li’s stead. The young man, a concubine who the emperor had been given as a gift of tribute by a French priest who had acted as a doctor at court until he was dispatched for trying to proselytize his imperial patients and for, unbeknownst to the priest, giving the emperor used goods. In this case, Ke Chuan had reported to the emperor that he had taken the young man’s virginity himself before he’d known the French priest would give the youth to the emperor. The emperor had been enthralled with the young man for a few days anyway and had maintained him in the household without calling for him again. Ke Chuan had been using him since then. He regretted losing him, but he found couldn’t lose Han Li.

Ke Chuan went to the railing of the junk and stared back at the Chinese mainland. He could almost believe that he could see the glow of the fires in Peking from here, although the Forbidden City surely was too far away for that to be possible. If the Chinghai general survived, perhaps he could tell the old man someday that his son had not died—had not needed to be sacrificed to end the Emperor Pu Yi’s obsession with sex with an exotic mixed-breed young man and turn his attention back to his duties of preserving the empire. Until then the duplicitous general deserved to suffer in ignorance.

But Ke Chuan could never tell the emperor what he had done.

It would be some time before Ke Chuan learned that the Emperor Pu Yi was now well beyond any worries of this earth—or that this had been because Ke Chuan had been there first with Han Li.

Ke Chuan heard the musing of entreaty from the kang and turned to find Han Li begging him to return to him and inside him. The virile soldier took his staff in his hand and shook it to stiffen it as he returned to the kang, grabbed Han Li’s ankles, and cruelly jerked the young man’s legs open, knelt between his thighs, thrust inside him, and began to pound him hard. Writhing under the powerful soldier, Han Li arched his back and cried out a “Yes, yes, just as He does. Take me like an emperor,” having told Ke Chuan that he occasionally wanted to be fucked like an animal of the forest in highest heat as the emperor did it.

A man’s work with a randy, demanding young man is never done, Ke Chuan thought, with a sigh.

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Jamie 19 was unable to go to college and had applied for a job as a Directors Assistant at Dee &’Hardon Company Limit. He was a former football player who did not do to well as his studies and he had also failed to gain a scholarship to the 5 colleges that he applied for as his grades were too low. He was well built and the hours spent at the gym had given him a great definition. Everybody said what a good solid built he had and it made his Muscle Bubble Butt stand out like 2 prized winning melons, high round and firm. Women were always commenting on it which please him.

He was very nervous as he had been for lots of other jobs since the year that he had graduated from High School with no luck. At this moment he was sitting outside Mr Richard Hardon’s office waiting to go in for his interview. His suit was tight and uncomfortable and the tie around his neck was was killing him. He was also wearing a fitted shirt which was soaked with sweat due to his nerves. He should of wore a vest as advised by his Dad, but as usual he did not listen or take advice being too pig headed as usual and they loved each other but did not always get on being only the 2 of them, his other brother lived with his Mom.

His name was called and he went into the door held open for him. Mr Hardon rose to greet him and invited Jamie to sit down. He appeared little distracted and seeing that Jamie appeared hot he said look this although this is formal interview and I can see tht you are nervous, you really have nothing to worry about. I am going to ask you a few questions and please take your time to answer them ok . 

He then said look its warm in here, why don’t you loosen your tie and take your jacket off and hang it on the hook on the wall. Jamie stood up removed his jacket and as he turned round Mr Hardon got an instance erection. Jamie’s suit trousers could hardly contain his Muscle Bubble. Dammit Mr Hardon though “I must control myself and treat this one carefully as he has already got the job, forget all of those over qualified candidates Jamie is the one and I am going to Fuck him before he leave this building today”.

He said “its Jamie right let me start by asking you a few question ok, Why do you want this Job”? and Jamie responded to this and the other 7 questions reasonably well. Not that he was listening as the blood had gone straight to both of his heads and he was delirious with lust. Pulling himself together he surmised well this one not as good as some of the more qualified candidates, however with that Muscle Bubble Ass who cares. 

The last question that was asked was “How much do you want this job and what will you do to convince me to employ you over the other people that we have seen over the last week as its a Hard On choice, I mean a Hard Choice”?

Jamie was stumped and said partly out of nerves “well although I am not qualified as some of the other candidates, I am eager to serve you in any way that I can and he smiled. Mr Hardon nearly jumped out of his chair and ripped Jamie’s trousers and pants down and stuck his big dick up his Jock Ass in one stroke, but he restrained himself. 

He said Jamie if you don’t mind me saying so but you have a great smile, a fit gym body its clear that you work out and I have to say “A Prize Winning Mouth Watering Ass”. “I laying it on the line in that I am wiling to offer you a 6 month trial, but you need to satisfy me that I am doing the right thing by not employing those other highly qualified candidates instead”. 

Jamie took this in his stride as he could see the Butt Hungry Glazed Lust look that he had notice that Mr Hardon had had since he removed his suit jacket. You see that he been hit upon before by Mr B Cock who had sucked him off and feasted on his Sweet Shaved Ass Pussy for amongst a year before he left his full time education, but he never allowed him to fucked him as he was not ready to go that far as he was ‘Straight’ for Fuck sake. 

He said “look Mr Hardon I said I will make sure that you are satisfied with my performance” and he stood up, turn round and peeled his trousers and pants down and removed them alongside his shoes and socks. He peeled his shirt off and place it on the other chair in the office. Fully naked and sweating in anticipation he then placed himself on the chair with his Ass up and open and his Shaved Asshole was pouting with anticipation.

As he did this Mr Hardon called his Secretary Cindy and asked her to go home as he was going to speak to the candidate further on a more personal level. It was 4pm so she thought hurrah great I can get home earlier. Then she thought, ah poor young man, by the time Dick Hardon finishes unloading in his Ass tonight and regularly thereafter he will be walking bow legged for a while often with big with old wet patch’s soaking his tight trousers bottom area regularly.

Cindy had seen this before and cast her mind back to his previous Assistants who had come started and stay for a year at a time but quit when 2 of them could not take the constant Hard Poundings that Mr Hardon dished out daily some times these lasted all day as well as the constant weekends away. These also involved serving some of the larger Dicked clients from Russia, Africa and the Arab states.

Greg was one, a Dark haired clean cut corporate type like those men that you see working in Wall Street, who came in boasting of a fiance called Justina and having night out with his friends chasing pussy. However within a month he looked completed worn out and tried to put a brave face on it. His relationship almost broke down as he spent to much time at work and Cindy often heard him crying out Mr Hardon “I can’t take anymore of your big fat cock in my Ass as its worn out and I also am having constant Anal Orgasms which is crazy I am not GAY”. “Also Justina is also fed up and is going to call the wedding off as I am too tired to have sex with her”.

Mr Hardon response was “that not my problem now get on your back pull your hairy legs back and show me that Hot Ass Cunt”. This was followed by her hearing Greg gasp and the sound of the bed in Mr Hardon’s office banging against the floor when he plunged his hard on deep into Greg’s willing depths pounding him out continuously. 

30 minutes later Greg staggered out of the office sweating, his usual immaculate clothes askew and his breath and body smelt of Cum and his face was flushed. Cindy ask him “are you ok” and he said “yes and scuttle back to his office and he could hardly walk. She had to give it to him, that he lasted the full year but left after a memorable weekend away serving several special clients. However after getting doubled fucked and pounded out so hard that the bed broke, even he had to admit he could not take getting fucked so hard anymore and left immediately. Last Cindy heard was that he was a fully Bi Sexual Bottom living with a guy and girl somewhere upstate. Surprise Surprise the wedding with Justina never took place.

The another assistant was Mathias he being of Lithuanian descent and was built like a farmer and could take big cocks like a champ. He almost wore Mr Hardon cock out so much so that he begged off fucking him. The clients on the other hand were fully satisfied and after one memorable week with 3 Big Dick Russians who nearly satisfied the Mathias, insatiable he decided to work with them full time and moved to Russia where he entertaining all of their clients who were notoriously Hard to please but were impressed with his stamina and determination to satisfy all of their numerous Sexual needs

They said that he was better than all of the women that they had been with previously and this included some well experience whores who boasted that they could satisfied any man. Well not as good as him it appeared. Mathias was married before he came to work for the organisation but were satisfied by the hard fucks that he received that there was not way that he would go back to being a ‘Straight Man’ for anybody.

The other assistant Jose got a better paying job and left. Cindy smiled at the memories and left, not before peaking in at the camera in Mr Hardon’s room and saw that he was Ball Deep in Jamie’s Muscle Pussy who was propped on the office chair, his face was beet read. Poor Guy I wonder how long he will last?

Jamie at that very moment thinking how the Fuck did I end up in this position. As soon as the phone went down he was being eaten out and Mr Hardon’s tongue action appeared to be searching for buried treasure in his ass. He had an extra large tongue which breach Jamie’s hole who was sweating continuously with sweat running down his back into his ass crack lubricating his hole. Mr Hardon pause and “said normally I would like to take my time by I need to Fuck You Now Jamie”.

He greased his cock and placed his fingers at the entrance of the lips of Jamie’s Ass Cunt. He took his time as he knew the consequences of penetrating to quickly in a guys ass and he want this first fuck to last a bit although he thought that he would bust as soon as he entered Jamie’s tight Virgin Ass. His cock had been throbbing and drooling for ages since he first spotted Jamie coming through the door. He advised Jamie to breath slowly and push himself onto his large fingers. The Asshole sucked the first, then second and third fingers in easily and when Mr Hardon touched his Prostrate Jamie jumped. The constant stimulation nearly made him Cum and he was sweating and moaning and breathing heavily.

Mr Hardon removed his fingers and place a small cock size Dildo at the mouth of Jamie’s ass entrance and slowly inserted it. He did this for a few minutes and not being to wait any longer removed it and placed the large head of his penis in the entrance of Jamie’s hole. It went in like the fingers and Dildo and after his hole was popped it sucked straight into the asshole which gripped his cock firmly. He went slowly in withdrew slowly and then re-entering the buttery moist hole slowly.

When he was balls deep in Jamie’s sweet asshole he said Fuck Jamie you definitely have the job. “I am going to start fucking you slowly now as I dont want to hurt you but I must tell you I am a Hard Task Master and will be fucking this sweet ass a least twice a day. Also overnight stays re meeting with clients is a must as well as weekends away, do you think you will be able to commit to this schedule”?

Jamie said “Yes I think so but can you go a little easy as your cock is so big” he moaned as Mr Hardon bottomed out throbbing deep in his ass. He had never felt so full and every part of him was tingling. Mr Hardon started pounding Jamie harder who was finding it difficult to stay on his position on the chair. He nearly slipped of when Mr Hardon went in little to deep and he asked “can change position please”. 

“Sure of course lets go into the next room” and he cock walked Jamie into a fairly good sized room with a double bed in it. He removed his cock from Jamie’s Ass Pussy and said lay on your back and pull your legs up and back and keep them open as wide as you can like when you are fucking your girlfriends”. Jamie blushed at the mention of fucking his girlfriends and when this was done Mr Hardon laid on top of Jamie and inserted his hard as steel cock straight into his Ass and plunged deep into his sweet depths. Jamies moans grew louder and his mouth was covered with Mr Hardons who slipped his tongue deep down his throat and started to fuck him “but not too hard as he thought that can wait till next time”.

Jamie came suddenly all when his prostrate was been hit upon all over his stomach and right up to his neck and he bit into Mr Hardon’s shoulder screaming with pleasure as he had never felt this pleasure before with any of his girls. After fucking him through his orgasm it was not long before Mr Hardon came deep in the sweet sucking asshole. He laid onto of Jamie and started making out with him.

He rolled off Jamie and sat up looked at him and said ” Young Man your ass is amazing have you been fucked before”? “No came the response I am a Ass Virgin and have only be with 2 girls before, i assure you nothing has been up my ass before”. “However Mr B Cock at High School sucked me off and ate my ass out often as soon as I turned 18 on my birthday in September, I recall he came on my ass and ate it all up, but I never allowed him to fuck me as I thought it was too Gay”.

Mr Hardon said “look Jamie in this firm we Work Hard and Fuck Hard this was a taster today but I will be fucking you hard everyday first thing in the morning and as often as I can often over the day”. Also you will expected to let the Clients Fuck you and have larger cocks than this Deep within your ASS” and pointed to his fully erect penis which bobbed about. “I really need to know if you will be able to handle all of this, as I was not clear with Greg and ” he pointed to picture on the wall of a dark haired wall street type beauty “he said he could handle all of the hard fucks that were thrown at him, but clearly that was not the case”. “Mathias on the other had who left 3 months ago, was insatiable for large fat cocks and moved to Russia with 3 Hard Fucking clients, he is a great loss to the firm”.

Jamie thought about what he said and responded “well Mr Hardon please fuck me again a little harder this time as I suppose I better get use to getting Fucked Hard hadn’t I” and with this he pulled his legs up and open and pulled Mr Hardon on top and fully into him who fucked him for a number of hours.

Later that evening he got home and said to his Dad, “Dad I got the job, its long hours and I will be worked hard but will learn a lot I think, also the moneys really good, maybe I can go to night school in the future to gain a degree ok”. 

Oh that great news well done Jamie and his Dad stood up and gave Jamie a big bar hug. He sniffed at Jamie and noted that he was sweating and smelt of Cum. He thought I guess I know what Mr Hardon will be having Jamie do all day, plowing his Hard Dick deep into our Jamie’s Muscle Bubble Pussy lucky Bastard. “Go and have a long soak in the bath as you looked well Fucked after such a long day”. Yes I will” and Jamie left the room

Jamie’s Dad called Mr Hardon and said “well I was right wasn’t I Jamie will make an excellent replacement for Mathias”. However don’t forget our deal when you have one of those overnight stays that I want to be one of those anonymous clients that he has to service blind foldedd with his ‘Hot Boi Pussy’ tell me about today in full I want all of the details and the Video . 

Jamie’s Father came so hard a when Mr Hardon started describing what had occurred earlier that day saying to himself “You Lucky Bastard”

The End

“Oh that a stupid” idiot Hugh Hemp Will said stomping into the office. “What’s the matter” Richie said. “That fool has really screwed up the training schedule for the next 3 months”, “why the hell he was put as the head of the project I don’t know, he has zero experience and is really a Cocky little bastard honestly somebody should teach that idiot a lesson and bring him down a peg or two”. 

Richie knew exactly why he was given the role as it was rumour that he had fucked one of the Area Managers Matt who wore the mask of being a hard drinking womanizer at work, but really was a Cock Hungry Power Bottom who he seen in a sex club being banged out by multiple men and hat was their secret as Matt was shocked to see him there and had avoided him ever since. “

He thought “yeah Matt defiantly had an hand in his gaining this high position job with his zero experience as it was clear that he had a hard on for Hugh”. Richie did the same ever since he set eyes on him 2 years ago and he practically stalked him turn up on numerous occasions outside his department hoping to catch a glimpse of this Muscle Hunk. 

Hugh was a fit Aussie Bloke who looked like dream. He has a masculine body with muscles in all of the right places and a fairly good looking face although it was little sharp and he wore clothes which showed off his muscles of which there were many. However Hugh’s his best feature was his Muscle Butt. When he walked his Ass had attitude with each ass mound straining against the material of what ever pair of trousers fitted or not as well as jeans that he wore and as he walked across the offices it jiggled bouncing all over the place with every step.

Simply delicious Richie thought, ” I know he not into Guys but I would love to sample a piece of that”. He was pleasantly surprised that Hugh had turned up at his new place of work and could not keep his eyes off him but restrained himself from following him. Hugh had notice his staring and keep on giving him hostile glances, so Richie thought one day “fuck it I am going to speak to him now”. 

He went up to him and said “I know you it’s Hugh isn’t it, didn’t you used to work in St Martins building”? “Yes the response you have a good memory”. ” Yes I do how are you getting on”. “Oh you know its tough and the schedules mad busy and I know that members of my team including Will resent my getting this position, but I am getting there”. “Well if you need to have a chat, I am available, as I use to do you job and am ace at doing schedules amongst many other things”. Hugh smile and said “I may take you up on that” Richie and they laughed and chatted for few more minutes and parted ways. Richie’s eyes were firmly fixed upon Hugh’s Muscle Butt saying “fucking hell what a guy I have got to have him what ever the cost”.

This opportunity came by change when they a week later they were both in the same pub at a the Area Managers Matt leaving do. It was a really hot evening and loads of alcohol was consumed followed by numerous shots. Matt had to leave early as he had another appointment and he was cling on to Hugh’s every word staring at him adoringly, it as embarrassing really. Richie slowed down the booze as he did not want to show himself up in front of his work colleagues who gossip a lot and this had ruin many a career. Also he had fallen off a Bar stool a few years ago and had never lived it down.

As people left Hugh came over to him completely pissed out of his head and stated slurring “oh mate I don’t know how the fuck I am going to get home can I crash out yours”. “Yeah sure and they ended up at Richie’s place.

The next morning Hugh woke up with a banging headache and a feeling that some thing was not rights as a mans arm was draped over him and his whole body was pressed against his legs were entwined against the other person. He thought “shit where am I” and realised that there was something deep in his ass which throbbed and stated to spit globs of cum into his guts.

He turn his head round and realised it was Richie smiling at him. “What the Fuck and what are you dong with your cock deep inside me you Gay Bastard”? 

Richie said “what do you think Fucking you in your Ass Pussy you Fucking Ass Slut ,don’t you remember asking me to suck you off and begging me to eat you Hot Ass out like Matt did, just so that you could get this high paying job that you are not qualified to do”. Don’t you remember asking me to finger you arse cunt and when I hit that button inside you, you came like a foundation”. “When I said if you have a dick in muscle ass pussy, that you would love the feeling it would bring when being fucked and that was better then being fingered, you said yes please fuck me”. 

You fucking loved it and were insatiable as we fucked all night you could not get enough of my cock, you really are quite the ‘Power Bottom’, so here we are with me Deep in you Ass with you hungry hole sucking my dick milking my shaft like a Fucking Suction Machine you Anal Whore”.

Hugh’s face look a picture and he went beet read and spluttered “I don’t believe you ok”. Richie said “hand on a moment” and he produced his phone. He was still deep in Hugh Ass slowly fucking him as the Slut hole was gripping him like a vice and he showed him the videos from last night, of him being pissed asking Richie for a kiss then when that stopped, Richie was asking him about if he was sure and he said “yeah kiss me”. He then said what happened with you and Matt and Hugh Said oh him he was desperate for my Cock but I let him blow me once and he would not leave me alone it caused lots of issues with partner Sally and we broke up”. 

The video then cut out Richie said “look at you phone and passed it to him”. Hugh open a video showed him kissing Richie and then asking him to please sucked me of and begged him to eat my ass showed every detail of and Richie was doing. Then Richie suggested ‘Fucking him’ and Hugh said “Sure why not”. 

Richie reached for his phone and showed him saying to Hugh are you sure you want to film this and Hugh said yeah I love watching myself fucking women and mu body is on point who would not love this body eh!! Getting a man dick in my Ass is a change for me”. The film cuts to Richie’s Dick entering Hugh’s Muscle Pussy and he gasped and pulls Richie down for a kiss. Richie had to put his phone down but you could clearly hear Hugh moaning and saying “Oh Fuck my Muscle Pussy please Richie I need you to Fuck Me Down, please harder, I’ll be you Anal Whore amongst other things”. 

Hugh tried to keep face but his body especially his gripping Ass Hole was still gripping Richie’s Dick was clearly betraying him and said “yeah that you took advantage of me” and Richie laughed and said “ok lets go to the Police then yeah and tell everyone at work”. He pulled his cock out of Hugh’s Ass. Hugh look doubtful and felt empty and said in defeat ” I’m not Gay”. 

“Who said you were, men are always fucking men these days haven’t heard all of these celebrity’s and reality stars banging on about sleeping with men but still have there Pussy Entourage around them releasing all of those Sex Tapes, how ever with that performance last night you definitely fit into the Power Bottom/ Bi Sexual Bottom category and should be right proud of that” “You are still a stud to lots of Women, but with those Ass Muscles alongside you Hungry Snatch, Damn Hugh you will have a great time with a variety of Sex with both Sexes” You really are one of the best Fucks that I have encountered”.

Hugh shook his head and said “I’m strictly straight and Richie said Yeah Hugh as a Friend of mine used to say ‘Straight to Bed’ and started laughing”. Even though Hugh was pissed off he started and laugh and said “I really need the bathroom and can I have a shower and some headache tablets”. “Yes of course towels are in the cupboard I will get the tablets”.

An hour later they were siting in the kitchen having breakfast, Hugh seem in no hurry to leave and he said “this is nicer then mine, I am in house share smaller than this flat, do you live with anybody”? “No all by myself I would love someone to live here with me and I have a couple of spare rooms and it would be nice to have some company”. Hugh smiles and said “look I have never been in this situation, lets say we try some of that lovin again, I hate to admit but I have never experienced some one up my Ass before and may have had a couple of internal orgasms but I am not sure”.

Richie said “Hugh I Gotta Fuck you now” and stood him up greased himself up and place his cock at the entrance of Hughes hole and cock walked him up the stairs and into the bedroom where they Fucked each other all day and night long…

The next day Hugh moved in and became the Power Bottom that Richie’s always knew that he was.

The End

I arrived at Austin’s home around 5:00 PM in a state of pure lust and yet very nervous and anxious about how it would feel to make love with a man. As I rang the doorbell, my mind ran wild: Would it really hurt to take that BIG 9-inch cock deep in my man pussy? What if I could not satisfy Austin and thus it would be only a one-time fuck? My hands were wet and slimy as my legs felt very weak.

Austin answered the doorbell wearing only a pair of bright yellow tight briefs showing off his awesome hot body with a huge bulge in the front of those briefs that was for sure his huge cock. WOW FUCK, there he stood with his 6-feet and 6-inch frame; an awesome ripped muscled body of around 200-pounds of pure manly pleasure to see; gorgeous flaming well-groomed red hair and sexy seductive hazel eyes; and the typical smooth almost hairless body that comes with being a gender type guy. 

I on the other hand had very different features and a much smaller guy at 5-feet and 11-inches; weighing only 160-pounds with light brown hair and dark brown eyes; and a rock hard 8-inch cock as I stood there in total heat for Austin. As I looked at that hunk with a growing wet spot in the front of those sexy yellow briefs, I knew sex was just ahead to end my virginity for ever. Oh my god, I was horny as hell.

As Austin welcomed me into his neat condo, we soon realized that we had no interest in chitchat when he grabbed me in a strong embrace as our crotches collided with our hard cocks banging together trying to escape our clothes. I felt my shorts beginning to get wet from my leaking precum.

Austin kissed me gently on my lips as I felt his warm sweet breath. He grabbed my butt hard pushing my pulsating cock even deeper into his warm crotch and hard cock with that wet spot in his yellow briefs widening.

He kissed me for several minutes and then he stopped as he said in a very seductive voice: “Hey you cute horny virgin, you’ve come to the right guy to take care of your built up desire and lust  to no longer be a virgin. The day is over that you only masturbate while watching those hot porn stars fuck each other. I’m going to fuck the hell out of that nice pink ass of yours. Lets get rid of these damn clothes, get butt naked and let me see that sexy body.  Come with me to my bedroom and let BIG Austin help you see stars as I fuck that sweet virgin ass. I’ll make you bust a huge load like you’ve never had before. It will be the most mind blowing orgasm ever for you.”

OH FUCK YEA, I’d never been this horny as I heard those sexy dirty words from Austin and the feel of our bodies clinched so tight and the feel of those cocks trying to escape our clothes.

“OH FUCK YEA AUSTIN, please make love to me. Take away all this virginity and make me your bitch tonight. I don’t want to be a virgin any longer. But please be gentle as it is my first time.”

“HELL YEA BRANDO just relax. Don’t forget, I’ve fucked lots of hot dudes including several virgins who took my BIG COCK for their first cock up their tight man pussies. They loved what I could do for them.”

We rushed to his bedroom and soon we were both butt naked with his awesome 9-inch horse cock and my stone hard 8-inch dong standing straight out leaking more precum. Neither of us was interested in foreplay. It was time for Austin to breed my tight virgin pussy with his experienced horse cock.

Austin had me get up on his king sized bed on my back, spread my weak legs far apart   that allowed Austin to get between my legs to my expose puckering ass. He took a bottle of scented lube and dumped a big load on and in my ass with his fingers as well as he lubed his throbbing rock hard cock ready for man action. My ass was puckering like never before as I felt that large cock head  touch my ass entrance sending chills up my spine. I began to hold my breath until Austin told me to relax and breath normally. He also instructed me to push out as if I were taking a shit. He really knew how to help me get ready for that 30-year-old awesome slab of man meat. I followed his instruction excited to receive his manhood.

HOLY FUCK, OH MY GOD, I felt his leaking wet cockhead part my ass lips and he slowly drove that cock past my second ring of ass muscles going deeper and deeper in my sphincter. I felt such pleasure on my ass walls as that big cock rubbed hard against those walls. WOW, I felt some pain but at the same time such a sensuous contact between my soft ass and his rock hard cock flesh. It was happening at last, a big man’s cock was up my ass for the first time. YEA, that was great.

Once that cock was balls deep in my ass, experienced Austin held that cock in place until my ass had time to adjust to the feel of being stuffed with such a huge object. When I gave him the go ahead, he began to move that dick partially out and back deep in my pussy with one thrust after thrust. It was obvious he knew how to use that BIG cock to fuck another guy’s man pussy in a magical way. As he sped up using his cock to fuck me, he leaned down and used his lips and tongue to kiss me while still pounding my ass. The feel and smell of his mouth and breath on my face and mouth somehow made his cock even more pleasant and desirable in my ass. I began to moan and use my hips to push up my ass to receive his BIG cock deeper in me. My own cock was stiff as a board and throbbing like never before.

I became lost in some type of ecstasy driven by a raging increase in testosterone experiencing sexual pleasure like never before that was so much better than when I masturbated watching porn stars’ fuck. This was much better. The taste of Austin’s tongue in my throat and hosting his pulsating cock deep in my pussy had me dizzy from all that skin on skin.

Austin knew what to do next as he noticed my total acceptance of his cock in me. He stopped kissing me  and holy fuck he took hold of my aching steel hard cock and began to jack me off while still fucking the hell out of my ass.

I lost all inhibitions and became like some slut filled with carnal lust as I begged: “OH FUCK YEA, OH MY GOD, OH SHIT, OH YEA, FUCK YEA, FUCK MY ASS, FUCK ME HARDER, GIVE ME THAT FUCKING BIG COCK, COME IN ME, MAKE ME YOUR BITCH, YOU’RE ONE FUCKING HOT DUDE,  YEA YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE A MAN LOVE THAT BIG HORSE COCK, I WANT YOU SO BAD, DON’T STOP, GIVE ME YOUR SEED NOW.”

As my ass muscles learned how to squeeze his massive dick and all my dirty talk took hold it became too much for Austin. I felt his cock swell inside me, his breathing became short and he sped up pounding my ass. I knew he was close. Soon he shouted: “Here I come.” Holy fuck he unleashed a massive load of cum deep in my pussy that set me off as I exploded with a massive strong orgasm that landed on my abs, stomach, chest and face.

When we both were spent, Austin pulled out his still semi-hard dick covered in his cum and had me suck it clean. Gee, that was my first taste of another man’s cum. It tasted great. In turn, Austin licked up my cum off my body and swallowed it with a big grin as he said: “WOW Brandon, your semen is some of the best cum I’ve ever tasted. I love it.”

I lay in Austin’s arms for the next hour as we enjoyed the taste and smell of all that cum as well as covered in lots of sweat after such wild sex.  We agreed that I would come back the next Saturday when Austin would teach me more about other sexual positions, cock sucking and other hot acts.

BY: Brandon, the now former gay virgin dude   !!!!

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This is based on a true story – Please leave your comments its only my third time writing a story so feedback is appreciated.

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Some stats, I am 24 muscular, average length but thick cock, uncut, completely hairless, brown eyes, dark brown hair. Cody (not his real name) is 18, swimmers built, smooth, big long cock, piercing green eyes and dark brown hair.

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So I have been seeing this girl who is still in high school, final year. She is cute and we have been having a thing but she has no idea that I am Bi. We haven’t gotten around to discussing this yet. From the first time I met her brother I was drawn to him this guy barely legal, turned 18 two weeks after I met him, was cute as hell hair slightly in his face, a smile that would just melt you on the spot. But Cody was very shy, he didn’t really talk much but I already then decided that I would make him my first virgin victim. So I kept coming over to my girlfriend’s house and would see him and we would start saying hi and bye to each other and so on until we realised we both shared an interest in gaming and were geeks at heart. He came to my house with his sister once or twice and we had the usual banter one night about how sex was with his sister and what we like girls to do and so on, he said he also had a girl a few months older than him and that they were experimenting but haven’t gone all the way yet since she worries his big dick might hurt her. 

I laughed it off, “Yeah right, no such thing as too big”, “ummm hmmm” he said. Then as time went along we became good friends and I saw him once or twice without his sister there. Then one day I came into their house, and as I stepped into the hallway to his sisters room he came out of the bathroom just a hand covering his dick walking to his room, since he forgot his towl. The sight of his washboard abs, cute pecs, and a cock that was hanging below his hand gave me a semi, not to mention his cute bubble butt going up and down as he said “hi” and went past me. I knew I had to get that on top of me.

His mother then started mentioning a few days later that he is starting to give them some issues with his behaviour and that he is not focused on school college and taking life as a joke, but also that he is upset to not have a place of his own and some privacy. His sister affirmed that its because he told her that he is not sure if he is all for girls only and his mom would be devastated if he is gay or bi. I suggested to her that maybe he should come stay with me at my place a few days and I can talk to him and just give him some space, she said she will ask but doubts her mom will agree, being that I am older and more open to modern culture than them. They were a weird family and especially her and the brother seemed to share everything with each other, which was odd compared to how I am with my siblings.

I was lying in bed one night  when my girlfriend called me hysterically, saying that I need to come fetch him and talk some sense into him cause her mother just threw him out on the street after she caught him watching gay porn on his PC. I obliged and rushed to their house. There I found him sitting crying on the sidewalk in a tight shirt and his trunks only. I went to sit next to him and console him and told him to come with me, stay at my place and once she calmed down we will come talk to his parents in a few days. He got up and into my car I couldn’t help but notice a sizeable buldge in his underwear and the streetlight just lighting up enough to watch his cute butt move to the other side of the car. I told my GF to tell her mom he is safe with me for a few days dont worry I will get him some clothes and whatever he needs, in more ways than one it later appeared, and bring him back once they are calm and we can talk.

We got to my house and he went in and fell onto the couch crying, being a cold winter night, I went to make us some coffee and got him a blanket to regrettably cover himself up. We started talking and he confessed that he thinks he is Bi and has become more attractive to guys despite him and his GF still fooling around. He started crying and placed his head on my chest and held me and I held him telling him it’s ok I understand, I am the same but his sister doesn’t know. He looked at me and just kept crying. After a while, he calmed down and I suggested that he goes and takes a shower and I will make us something to eat and get him some of my clothes to wear. He got up and went to the bathroom. “Oh, I hope you won’t mind sharing the bed, I converted my spare bedroom to an office so its that or the couch,” I said. Hiding the fact that I had a spare bed concealed in the closet of the spare bedroom. “Sure, you have done so much I really don’t mind, it’s so cold a cuddle might just be what I need” he replied, was he suggesting what I was thinking?

I got up and put some steaks on and made some salad and fries, while I was busy he called from the bathroom. I knocked, “Come in,” he said. “Do you mind if I use your shower gel, obviously didn’t bring anything.” “Of course not,” I said, looking at his now fully naked body standing in my walk-in shower, wet and hot, I got a hard-on and was so tempted to just rush in and take him. “Like what you see?” He said, looking down I see my tent in my pants “Ummm sorry man just been a while your sister has been so busy” I replied, “Its cool man I know”. “But yeah use whatever you like in my cupboards should be some clothes and underwear for you once your done” “Thanks man,” he said.

I went back to coocking, he got out dressed in a tracksuit of mine, that was a bit big for his smaller frame, but the thought of him in my clothes made me want to cum. We had dinner chatted some more about what he liked and if he every tried anything with a guy “I mean I like big muscular guys but never tried anything until now its less than a month ago I discovered that the guys is making me harder than the girls watching porn” he said. “So when we were swimming and stuff last week the sudden games in the pool?” I asked, “He it was an excuse to touch and look at you with less clothes on” he replied. “Well ok, lets finish up and head to bed, I still have work in  morning”.

We finished up and went to the bedroom where he looked at me saying “Thanks for everything tonight I just feel so comfortable sharing with you and not being judged and dont worry I wont tell my sister your bi.” ” I would appreciate that man, and no worries my door is open for you anytime” (my back door I meant). He started stripping down completely “hope you dont mind I kind of like sleeping naked” he said. “No worries I sleep in my underwear though” I said pulling down my clothes leaving nothing but my tight black trunks on.

We got into bed and I switched off the lights and went to sleep, I got awoken later feeling his body right up against my back his dick pressing against my butt. I could feel him breathing in my neck and his hand coming over my body. He started feeling me up and down over my abs and pecs, slowly, gently placing his hand on my cock. He started rubbing it slighly, until he got the courage to put his hands inside my trunks and grab hold of my cock. I nearly moaned in enjoyment, but manage to let out only a slight sound, he stopped. Thinking he  awoke me then i just kept laying there until he started again his hands now reaching and playing with my balls. Without notice he pulls out and then starts rubbing his now, semi hard dick against my butt his hand trying to pull down my underwear he pulled it down slightly and pressed his cock against my naked butt but not far enough so he can reach my hole. Again he put his hand on my cock started stroking it and I let out another slight moan, wondering if its wrong to have this barely legal teen doing this to me, but it felt so good, my head instead of my brain my decisions further. 

I grabbed his hand and held it tight. He jerked “sorry I didn’t mean to, just when I am sad I go horny, and I thought earlier you were sending me signals” he said in histeria. “Calm down how about I turn over and you pull down my underwear and put your lips around my cock?” “are you sure?” he replied. “If you are sure you want to do this” I said, “yes its my dream come true”.

With that he went down and started licking the head and then my balls taking them and putting them in his mouth completely while using his hand to work my cock, its was so good. Then he started sucking me bit by bit going deeper, I started to grab his head and force him down, choking him a bit. “Breath, relax you can do it” he tried again but his throat just wasnt used to it and I let him go as fast and as deep as he could about two thirds was all he could manage. “Slowly I am gonna cum” and with that I pulled him off. “Did I do something wrong?” “No cutie but I dont want to drown you its my turn now” I said. With that I pushed him onto his back and went down quicky realising his GFs complaint his dick is easy 11 inches and thick I started with his head then playing with him edging him, not taking it all deep “I am close please dont stop can I cum in your mouth?” with that I took a deep suck taking it all the way in until my lips touched his balls. I was working it hard then suddenly I felt him spasm and jerk and grabing hold of my head forcing his cock to stay in my mouth as rope after rope of cum shot down my throat, I had to swallow some or my mouth wouldn’t be big enough.

“OMG that feels so good” he said, I came up to him placing my body onto his letting his wet cock touch my, thats now leaking precum as our chests meet and I start to kiss him. “Do you like this” I said as we share his cum. “Yes, yes I do” he replied. “I pulled away slightly, parting our lips, want to fuck me in the ass?” “O yes, do you have…” he was saying when I interrupted “Condoms are for girls man, you cant get pregnant so and I’m clean so why worry?” “Ok, I trust you”. Good now take that mouth and lick my hole get it nice and wet so you can get in there with that big cock” I got off and onto all fours on the bed, he got behind me and started using some of the cum in his mouth to wet my hole. “Stick your finger in and loosten me up baby” I said. He started one then another then another, for a first timer the kid was amazing. He then said “are you ready” “hell yes I am stick it in there and fuck me like its your last time” 

He pushed his head against my hole, slowly entering making me moan and groan of pain and pleasure at the same time “OMG your big, jesus” “Am I hurting you?” he asked, “just keep going I can take it” I replied. He pushed until he was all the way in letting out moans of pleasure, then he started going in and out fast and faster. “Your girl is missing out on a lot of pleasure baby” I said. “O wow you take it so easy, I understand now what you said about not ever being too big” he replied. He went from making love to fucking me hard and then suddenly “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” “Dump it in me I wanna feel that cum” I replied.

He orgasmed leaving some more cum in me, as he started pulling out he kissed my back, then my butt and then he turned me onto my back and fell on me and we made out. “That was amazing, OMG, please keep this between us.” “What? You think we are done? Nah brah, I wanna put my cock up that sweet ass” I said, “I am not sure I will be able to take it your so big” he said frightened. ” Just relax I will go as slow as we need to, you can lower yourself onto me, ok” I said. “just take it easy its my first time having anything inside me” With that i told him to sit up and put his ass on my face, I started licking him hard, pressing my tough to enter his tight ass. He started moaning in pleasure, nearly falling down as I rimmed him. I started inserting one finger, at first he moaned in pain “Relax, you have to relax or its gonna hurt” I said “Ok try again” he said his voice shaking as his cute butt was on my face and his now sweaty body ontop of me.

I went again then another one, until I could fit three in there next to each other making him nice and loose. “You ready?” “Yeah just be gentle ok?” he said. I then turned him over until he was sitting on me, his hole just milimeters from my cock, I started grinding him until he reached back and took my dick and pointed it straight as his pink virgin hole. He got up slightly and started lowering himself down. My cocked pressed hard just parting his hole he gave a shout, I quickly pushed my hand over his mouth “Shhh the neighbours will hear you” I said “Sorry its so big, OMG” he moaned as he kept pressing down about half way down he started going up and down slowly until i put my hands on his hips and forced him all the way down in one quick move, he moaned and then he started riding me like a professional bull rider. 

OMG his ass was so tight I had to hold back not to just burst all over him, he went up and down until he got tired and I pulled him next to me, spooning him as I took my dick and put it back in and started fucking his cute ass hard. “I am cumming” I shouted “Dont pull out leave it in” he said, and barely finishing his sentence I came inside of him and I kept my dick inside of him until we fell asleep, cum dripping out as it started getting softer releasing the seal on his hole.

We lay there spooning asleep until I woke up the next morning with him gently pushing back into me until my dick was hard and I reach around felt up and down his body placing my hand around his month cock, my ass still aching from the night before as he turned around and we kissed “Shall we go take a shower” he said. We got up and hand hot shower sex and continued having sex all over the house for a few days until his sister called saying its safe to come back, allowing him much needed experiment time, and allowing me a new fuck buddy for life.

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let me know if I should have a followup story.

Early Time

I stuck to my promise never to go from the cave alone. My promise, however, crumbled into many pieces—and not because of anything I could have helped. One time Big Stick left the cave to gather food, and he did not come back. We already needed food badly when he left. He waited until he could wait no longer, showing that he did not want to leave me but could not take me with him—that there was trouble on the air in the land of the Sharpspears. He knew that bands of the Yellow People had been coming into the land and that there was war upon our world.

But at last he had to go—and because of the danger abroad, he refused to take me with him.

And then he didn’t return.

When I could bear the hunger—and, yes, the sense of grief—no longer, I left the cave myself and climbed down the cliff face into the forest below. I cannot say that I cared whether I lived or died at that point, but my hunger had overpowered my willingness to starve myself to death in mourning for my lost Big Stick—for I did believe he had died. I could not think that he would stay away from me for any other reason.

I immediately fell into trouble. I had no sooner started off into the forest than I heard thrashing about. They came close enough that I could smell them. Meateaters. A band of Sharpspears. I moved away from them—only to come close to another band of them. Turning again and then a third time—helped by my hunger—made me lose my sense of where I was.

I kept moving. I did manage to find food and water, but then I heard a band of Meateaters nearby again—very close—and I just turned and slipped away. I walked and walked, without knowing where I was going. When I eventually came to a clearing, I saw that I had moved very close to the land that rose up sharply to meet the sky.

I heard voices, but they weren’t the primitive grunts of the Sharpspears. It was some sort of language—some means of way of making each other understand by sounds they made with their mouths—but it wasn’t the language of the Gentle People either. It was more complex, and it was spoken in differing tones, almost sing song. Strangely, though, it was harsh as well as sing song. Curiosity got the best of me, and I moved as quietly as I could across the clearing to a fringe of trees on the other side. The forest wasn’t thick here, though. There was another clearing beyond—a strange clearing, as it was really like a path, but much wider than ones the Gentle People made between their village and field.

And when I got to where I could see who was making the harsh sing-song noises, I was amazed—and numb in shock. There was some sort of wooden cart on the cleared path. It had round circles of wood at its corners that raised its platform off the ground. At the near end of this cart was a long wood stick that curved up. A strange-looking man—yellow skinned and slanty eyed—stood near the cart. He had a thing, such as the Gentle People wore, covering his tube, but it was dirty, and he was standing this side of the cart. He had a wooden yoke around his neck and his wrists were bound to the end of this on both sides. There was another yoke beside him, but it was on the ground. Tied to it and also lying on the ground was another man such as the first. A third man, covered in a white cloth, also yellow skinned and slanty eyed, was standing beside these two and was beating the man on the ground with a whip.

I should have turned and fled. But even if I had, I would have run into the small party of other yellow-skinned, slanty-eyed men who were stealing in behind me.

As, yoked to the wagon and straining along with the other man to pull the cart up the side of the land reaching for the sky, I tried to think on what was happening to me and why I was here, I chose to think that it didn’t matter. Big Stick had not come back. I had willed myself to be no more. The pain and strain of pulling this cart—and knowing that another had died in this yoke before me—spelled my fate well enough.

On the other side of the mountain, I was astonished to find new wonders. The Yellow People sheltered not in the forest under branches, nor in a cave, nor even in the grass piles of the Gentle People. Their shelters were made of wood and were squared off in neat four-sided bundles.

I didn’t live in one of these shelters, though. And the only times I went in one was when the man with the whip pulled me into one and slapped my thighs open and made groaning sport of my hole with his penetrator—which gave me no problem, his being much smaller than that of Big Stick.

Where I was sheltered was under a tree, tied by leather strips to the trunk of the tree. There weren’t even low branches for me to hide from the rain and sun under. Whereas the Yellow People lived in wooden shelters—and had mastered the leaping, hot flickering fingers that warmed within rock containers inside these wooden shelters—I was sheltered no better than I had been when living among the Others. Much worse.

For untold changes of light to dark and back to light, when I was nudged awake in the dark, I would be handed a bowl with sticky and watery grains of white food in it. Happily, no one of the Yellow People tried to make me eat meat, although they themselves ate fish from the waters. Then, before light returned, I was herded with others, some Yellow People, some Sharpspears, but all as enslaved as I was, out into a water-covered field, where I soon learned along with the others how to work with growing and dividing and growing the white sticky grains that I was given to eat. They were filling, though, so I could not be sad about that.

During my time with the Yellow People, I slowly began to understand that the sounds they made had meanings and to learn what some of these meanings were. I never, however, was able to make those sounds myself. There were just too many of them and they were too complex—and the Yellow People sang them just too quickly. I was awed, though, that these people not only had fields of food plants they laid out nearly like those of the Gentle People, but also that they had wooden shelters for themselves and carts that moved over the ground and a way to move many thoughts and meanings to each other.

As the world became cooler again in another cycle, the water was drained from the fields and we harvested the grains, which were put in tightly woven baskets and loaded onto the cart with the wood circles at the corners.

Then, once again, I found myself bound to the yoke of this cart—for that was what it was, a land vessel to carry the baskets of sticky white grains—and I was helping to pull the cart back up the side of the land reaching for the sky. This was only slightly less backbreaking than trying to keep the cart from running over and crushing me on the way back down the other side.

We seemed to be moving on the same wide path where I had first encountered the Yellow People, and pushing toward the ribbon of sand that ran into the broad sea stretching to the horizon where the first light after the dark rose in an eye-torturing disk.

We were struggling along, with the man with the whip jabbering harsh sounds at us and flicking us when we weren’t moving fast enough, when he stopped jabbering in a gurgling sound. I looked around in time to see him crumple to the ground with a pointed stick running completely through his chest and out his backside.

Sticks were flying all around us, and the other Yellow People, who had been walking around the line of carts that others like me were pulling, began falling down or turning this way and that with their own pointed stakes at the defensive.

I have no idea how long this went on, because I felt a stinging pain in my shoulder and looked down in surprise to find that I too had been struck through with a pointed stick. I went down like a rock, with my last feeling being of rolling down between the two circles of wood at the front of the cart I had been pulling.

When I woke, I was feverish and sensed that I was jabbering in some variation of the Yellow People’s language. My arm, which was covered in leaves, felt like it was too hot for me to bear, and my eyes could not focus.

Through a cloud, I saw a huge body of a male leaning over me, lifting my head and pouring water into my mouth from a soaked piece of white cloth. Not knowing what I was doing, I had the vision of the white cloth being just like that which covered the Yellow People. Only later, when I was more aware, did I find out that this was exactly what it was.

I knew that the man giving me the water was a Meateater Sharpspear. As a habit, this realization caused me to painfully open my thighs, ready to receive him. That could be the only purpose for him trying to revive me.

Later—I know not how long ago later—I opened my eyes gain. The fever was gone, and my vision was clear—or at least not nearly as cloudy as it had been before. I saw that I was in a cave and I was alone, although I heard grunting and humming sounds coming from the dark recesses of the cave.

I dragged myself to a sitting position and winced at the pain in my shoulder. But I saw that the leaves were the right ones—the ones that would pull any poison from the pointed stick out of me and would help heal the wound.

I was in pain, but it was not too bad. And the pain told me that I was alive. That in itself was a surprise—whether a good surprise or a bad one I did not know.

I managed to get up on my feet. I would have moved better on all fours, except that the pain was less on my shoulder when I stood. There was a thick stick near the mat I was on and I used it as a crutch.

I moved slowly, but deliberately, toward the back of the cave, toward where I heard the sounds of a man coming from. I could see that it would be no use moving toward the mouth of the cave. Its floor was not at ground level. Beyond the ledge outside the cave, I could see the tops of trees. I would never escape that way.

And I was tired, so tired. I had no idea what new dangers and difficulties faced me now, but I decided that I would face them—that I would find this Sharpspear and lie under him—and then maybe he would let me go, go to another world. Surely whatever world there was out there after this one, it would be less cruel to me than the one I had existed in to now.

When I got to the back of this chamber of the cave, I saw that there was another chamber beyond it. And that the second chamber was filled with the light from the dancing orange and red miracle that some of the worlds I had lived in seemed to know how to make—but that my own world of the Others did not.

The Sharpspear was crouching, facing the wall of the cave. The wall was covered in colorful drawings—drawings that started to flood back into my memory as both my mind and eyes cleared.

Big Stick was painting on the wall. A new episode to our story. The story of my return to the cave. And to him.

He turned and looked at me and opened his arms wide. I looked down at the stick I was leaning on. It was Big Stick’s carved cudgel.

Present Time

“I tell you I did not undermine you in the acquisition of those stone carvings. I would never do anything like—”

“Gloria told me, Timothy. She told me that you revealed our bid to the Houston Museum so that they could outbid us.”

“Gloria is a bitch, Jay. If anyone did it, she did. You know she’s been trying to break us up. I think she has eyes for you herself.”

“Here, give me a leg up. It looks like a cave entrance up there. And I don’t know. I just don’t know. I thought you cared.”

“You don’t know how much I care. I’m here with you now, aren’t I. This wasn’t the wisest place to be—and I told you so. There are still headhunters around here. One of the Rockefeller boys disappeared near here, you know. They never found him. And Amelia Earhart.”

“Shut up, Timothy, and give me that boost.”

The two men made their way up to the ledge in front of the cave mouth.

“Would you look at this?” Timothy said in awe, as they entered the cavern. “This might go back to earliest times. There definitely was habitation here. Look, they had fires out there on the ledge outside the opening. They knew about fire.”

The two spent an interminable time examining everything in the cave that possibly could have been linked to human habitation. But at length, Jay had worked his way to the back where there was another opening into the darkness.

“There appears to be another chamber behind this one, Timothy. Come, bring the flashlights. I want to see if there’s something—”

“Holy-moly, would ya look at that—?”

The two of them stood there, in awe, for several minutes. They trained the beam of the light back and forth over the wall of the second chamber. There were cave drawings—and in color, in whites and yellows and browns and reds all across the back wall. They had difficulty determining where the drawings started and where they ended—assuming there was any progression there at all.

“It’s magnificent,” Jay uttered when he could speak.

“Yes, it’s almost arousing. It gets my juices going. I haven’t seen anything like this outside of the caverns of France—maybe not even there,” Timothy answered in a voice laced with wonder.

“Only almost arousing?” Jay asked. As if in answer, Timothy came up close behind Jay, nuzzled his throat, and brought a hand around to cup his crotch. “OK not almost then,” Jay whispered. “You feel it too, don’t you? Something almost sensual, sexual about this cave.”

The two held there for a few moments, lost in the connection, Jay slowly rocking his pelvis against Timothy’s cupping hand. But a bird cawed out at the cave entrance and, almost in embarrassment,” the two broke and moved away from each other.

Trained scientists that they were, the two moved to find the beginning of the story being depicted in crude, but artistic, drawings on the wall, once they recognized that it, indeed, was a continuing story.

It was thirsty work, and Timothy went back to the main cave to retrieve their water canteens.

“It’s a love story,” Jay called out at length, having followed the progression along the wall. “It’s obviously the life of two men devoted to each other. And it lasted to the death. Here, at the end, the smaller of the men crouched over the larger one. Unmistakably tears falling on the dead lover. And this last panel in a decidedly different hand than the rest of it. And, oh my god, come back in here, Timothy. I think there are a couple of skeletons back here.”

Jay stood and turned. Timothy was standing at the entrance of the second chamber. He had a strange expression on his face and his arms were half raised, cradling an object. Jay looked closely and saw that it was a staff—a cudgel, really—intricately carved and notched.

“I found this on a high rock ledge in the other room.”

“Quite a find,” Jay said. “The museum will love it. You’ll no doubt get the assistant curator position you’ve wanted now. It must be eons old.”

“I want you to have it. This will be your find. I didn’t undermine your acquisition of the rock carvings that went to the Houston. And I want to make you believe me by my giving this to you. You will rise to curator on this.”

“Put it down, Timothy.”

“Why?”

“Look into my eyes, Timothy. You’ll know why then. The love story on this wall is deeply affecting and suggestive. I believe you, and I apologize for doubting you—and I am in the mood.”

“Here? Now?”

“And why not? This seems to have been the perfect love nest. The walls do not lie.”

Timothy fucked Jay there, on the floor of the cave, on a tiger skin, preserved over the centuries by the protecting dryness of the cave. Jay lay on his back, his eyes turned toward the wall carvings, picking out the several times depicted of a larger man fucking a smaller one, in the same position Timothy was fucking him—his knees under Jay’s buttocks, raising Jay’s pelvis for a straight angle for Timothy’s deep penetration, while Timothy held Jay close with an arm under his waist and sucked on Jays nipples—and thrust and thrust and thrust.

Some desires and melting positions had never changed over the ages, not since the beginning of time.

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Hey y’all. I hope you enjoyed the 4th! It’s been a while since I felt inspired to write anything. Ya know…life. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. And as always, your input is welcomed and invited. Let me know what ya think? – Aiden

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“Damn these lines are so long!” I whined while waiting on twenty other people to buy their tickets, just in the line we were standing in.

“They expect fifty thousand people to be here to watch the fireworks tonight.” my friend Maggie responded to my complaint.

There were people everywhere. The downtown streets were blocked off with vendor booths lining both sides and mobs of people in lines, walking through the streets and some starting to collect on blankets and bag chairs in the grassy areas. There were stages erected at several of the blocked ends of the streets and cacophony of music and conversation floating in the air. It was stifling hot outside and standing on the blacktop road only seemed to make it worse.

“I hate that they make us have to buy tickets.” I said as I put my vape to my mouth and pulled two lungs full of Strawberry Cush vapor in and exhaled straight up into the air.

Maggie again explained to me that it was more secure to have all of the vendors accept tickets than take the chance of them getting robbed. There were ticket booths scattered throughout the streets and every one of them had crazy long lines.

After what seemed like forever in the hot street being baked, we finally made it to the table. “How many?” the older man under the tent asked.

“Are there deals for buying a lot?” Maggie asked.

“No darlin, one dollar per ticket. Beer is four tickets, food is between two and five tickets.” the old man told us. “And there are no refunds for unused tickets.” he finished.

Maggie bought twenty five and I decided on thirty tickets and we made our way down the middle of Main Street through the crowd. There were fresh squeezed lemonade stands, various food vendors from french fries, to pizza to gyros and ice cream and other goodies too.

“Where are the beer tents?” I asked.

“They’re usually at the ends near the stages.” Maggie informed me.

I was new to town and this was the first time I had been to a downtown block party. I moved from a much smaller town, almost a village. “We brought our beer to the fairgrounds and tailgated fireworks. There were probably less than a thousand people sitting on tailgates or on blankets behind their cars.” I told Maggie as I remembered all of the childhood fun we had on the forth.

When I was seventeen, I snuck off with Mike to the woods at the edge of the fairgrounds. We had snuck some of my dad’s liquor and Mike brought some weed and we wasted. That was the night I gave Mike his first blowjob. This was utter chaos to my small town mind.

As one genre of music got louder, I spotted the beer tent. Most of the food vendors had little pop up canopies over their tables, the food trucks had awnings but the big beautiful red and white striped top of the beer tent shone like diamonds to my eyes. After twenty minutes in line and a half a mile walk I was ready for a cold one. I steered us in relief’s direction.

Inside the tent there was a makeshift bar with folding tables and chairs scattered around underneath it and fans. Most of the seats were full and a small group of people standing around the bar waiting for their drinks. Signs were stuck randomly around on the inside poles of the tents. Some were lists of what was available for purchase and others warned of fines for taking the alcohol outside of the tents. “Damn city life.” I mumbled under my breath as we approached the bar.

“What time do the fireworks start?” I asked Maggie but before she could answer, a man next to her let us know that they would start at 9:45. I looked down at my watch to see it was only 6:15. We grabbed our beers and found an empty table to sit for a while.

“So,” Maggie started, “you’ve been here a few months now, any new friends?” as she dragged the ‘friends’ out in a teasing tone making her curiosity obvious.

“Damn, straight to the point I see!” I giggled shyly.

“Well…” she paused, “…spill it.”

“I just got settled in to my apartment. What was I supposed to do? ‘Hey, I like your smile, wanna come back to my extended stay motel?’ Somehow I don’t think that would have worked too well!” I laughed sarcastically.

“Fuck yeah!” she squealed. “A sexy guy, a mysterious out of town stranger in an upscale motel…you shoulda used that to your full advantage.”

“Extended Stay USA is not an upscale motel Maggie!” I retorted, “If you came by even once, you would know that. It’s kinda like the hood all in one building. Hookers to the left of me, drugs to the right!” I chuckled. “The place reeks of nasty sex and unwashed construction workers!”

While not everyone that stayed at that place was a degenerate, it was far from an upscale motel…if there is such a thing. The rooms were small, although furnished with a bed, a couch, a stove and a small refrigerator, it was far from The Ritz.

“Come on,” she carried on, “no one?”

“Well there is this guy I see from time to time at the bar I’ve been going to lately.” I started to confess. She knew I was bi, so it didn’t come to any surprise to her to hear that I was watching a guy. However, being from a small town with some backwards ways, I was pretty reserved in some things. Man on man sex was not as accepted there as it is in other parts of the world. Hanging out in bars was also a great way to make yourself the center of town gossip.

“Tell me about him?” she inquired deeper.

By now we are a few cups in and my inhibitions were falling like rocks thrown off of a cliff.

“He’s younger than me, maybe by ten years. He has longish hair he sometimes keeps in a ponytail. He is tall, maybe five foot eleven or six feet. His ice blue eyes shoot straight through me when he looks at me…”

“When he looks at your? So he is interested?” she interrupted excitedly!

“I doubt it Maggie! Look at me…old, dad body and grey starting to show in my beard?” I was pointing out my perceived flaws in her fantasy.

“Dad bods are in, and maybe he has a daddy complex!” she laughed.

“That’s not me Maggie. I am not a daddy!” I snapped! “Even with the few greys popping in!” I pulled a hit from my vape and released it under the table.

She started to debate with me but was interrupted by a big girl with short blue hair, “Look at you, sucking on an electronic penis!”

“Bitch, I like sucking on all kinds of penises…electronic, mechanical and organic!” I snapped back louder than I expected too.

Maggie’s face was priceless, the big blue haired girl’s eyes were big as basketballs, half the beer tent had stopped their conversations and were looking at me. And me, my face was three shades more red than the stripes on the roof of the tent we were all under.

Big girl with her surprised face just walked away speechless. I looked around to see some faces of disgust, some of shock and Maggie grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “What?” I belted out, “No one in here likes blowjobs?” as I quietly sunk into a figurative hole that I wished was deeper.

In a lower tone so only Maggie could hear, “Damn, that got awkward quick. Look at the time, it’s almost time for fireworks.”

We finished our fifth cups of liquid courage and made our way out to find a spot to watch the fireworks. Maggie was still going on about the penis remark in disbelief of my emboldened assertiveness. It was totally out of character for me, I was still a bit shocked too.

The fireworks were going to be let off from a baseball field just outside of the city so we ventured towards city park. We found a spot along a walking path that had a rather large clearing. It was kind of crowded, but it had a good clear view in the direction of the ball field Maggie informed me. The clearing was full of people on blankets and kids running around, but there was room for two more to sit comfortably.

“Where are the bathrooms? I gotta pee!” I asked looking in either direction of the paved walking path.

“If ya go back the way we came,” Maggie answered, “there are portapotties down the street from the beer tent. Or, head that way down the path and there are some restaurants with public bathrooms.” she finished pointing past the clearing.

“Public” I simply said. “I’ll be right back.”

It was about nine thirty now and starting to get dark. I ventured along the path past the horde of people in the clearing and entered a darker wooded section of the path. There were street lamps to light the way, but it was noticeably darker and less busy.

As I trekked my way through the secluded path to find the restaurants Maggie had told me about, I kept getting a strange feeling. I shrugged it off to being alone in an unfamiliar area. But it felt creepy.

The lonely wooded path cleared and I came to a parking lot and a row of buildings a short while later. I made my way to do my business and answer nature’s call.  Thank the gods that the bathroom was clean and well maintained. I hate public bathrooms just a little less than I do portapotties.

I made my way back to the dark path and even though it was only a few minutes, after being in a well lit building, it seemed even darker now than seven minutes before.

About a hundred feet off of the parking lot and into the path, I heard a noise behind me. I snapped my head back to see a dark figure, a man was behind me. No big deal right? It was a city path, it was the forth of July and people were everywhere. 

NO.

He was walking a little faster than I was and closed the gap between us quickly. I tried to speed up a little, but I felt his hand land on my left shoulder. Before I knew it, he spun me around to face him.

“I hear you like sucking dick ya little bitch!” he growled.

“Get your fucking hands off me ya fucktard!” I snapped back just before he pulled me off the path.

I struggled against his strength, but it was futile. He overpowered me, not by a little. He drug me through a small wooded patch to a clearing with a bench and pushed me onto it.

“Who the fu…” I started to ask who the fuck he thinks he is, but was stopped with a cuffed hand over my mouth.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” he whispered with a commanding growl.

I listened.

“You told that fat bitch that you like to suck cock.” he growled. “I want you to suck me off! NOW!”

I’m not a small dude, five foot ten and about two hundred pounds, but this guy was bigger. Probably six – two and two hundred, but placed differently. His hand over my mouth covered half of my face as he told me he was going to take his hand off of my mouth and if I made noise, I wouldn’t be happy. I nodded in confirmation that I understood.

I tried not to look at his face. But as he unfastened his belt and jeans I felt a little heat growing in my own. Aside from being scared shitless, this was kind of hot. Aside from some self service, it had been a while since I had any kind of sexual contact and I did love a man in charge. With women, it was different. I liked to show my stuff off, but this side of my sexual thirst was triggered with a secure dominant man.

As his zipper lowered and his half stiff member was pulled out, I could taste my mouth watering. The light behind us allowed me to see that he was manscaped and trimmed. Even half hard he had to be eight inches and growing. His ball sack was smooth shaved hanging below the opening in his pants.

It had been ninety five degrees outside so it was no surprise that as his cock neared my face I caught a sniff of musty ball sweat. I was a little surprised to catch a hint of recently showered too. I licked my lips just as his cock head made contact with my watering mouth.

Opening them just a little, he pushed his way in. My lips wrapped around the top of his shaft just below the rim of his cock head. His skin was smooth like satin on them. I rolled my tongue across his mushroom head and opened my mouth a little more and took about half of what was now a rock hard cock in my mouth.

I could taste the saltiness of the day’s sweat, or maybe it was precum that had leaked from the slit of his cock head. Either way, it was a welcome taste and made me want more.

Gliding my lips up and down his cock, wiggling my pierced tongue back and forth across his vein as I did was causing him to let small nearly silent moans escape his own mouth. A quick thought rushed my mind “I wish I was wearing my vibrating tongue ring.”

I felt his hands grip the back of my head and locked in my hair as he pushed his cock into the back of my throat. I felt a gag building but I never tried to pull away. I let his cock find it’s way down my throat and when the gag finally happened, it happened with my mouth full. I felt fluid come out my nose as he released me and let me catch my breath by pulling partially out of my mouth,

“ohhh yeah” he moaned. “You’re a good cock sucking bitch!” as he pushed back into my throat.

I took him all the way in, this time my gag reflex didn’t react as I felt his bullish balls hit my chin. I pulled my head back and gripped his massive girth and put one of his shaved nuts in my mouth and swirled it around a little while moving my hand up and down his shaft. Then I moved to the other nut, and swirled.

“Damn baby” I heard him moan

Sucking dick was my thing. I have been practicing since I was thirteen. I knew I could show him real fireworks as I licked up the bottom of his cock and retook him in my mouth. I bobbed on him for a few more minutes before I could hear his breathing get erratic and feel his manhood tensing in my mouth. I knew he was close.

I gripped the base of his cock and slobbed on the top half at a quicker pace. Moving my hand up and down with a little twist to meet my lips as they came back down. He tightened up his ass muscles as he thrust his cock forward into me. This was my sign.

“I’m gonna cum” he moaned as I removed my hand from his shaft and allowed his cock to regain it’s rightful place down my throat.

He took his hands that were still on my head, and with what felt like all of his strength he shoved my face into his pelvis. I felt the first convulsion of his cock in my throat and felt the first shot of cum hit deep and strong.

That hit my gag reflex. But he didn’t seem to notice. With each volley of thick salty fluid that hit my throat and each time his cock throbbed in my throat, I would cough. He kept me tight against his body.

With his cum pushing out of my mouth around his cock he held me tight for about twenty seconds, but it felt like hours.

When he finally let up, I fought for my breath. My eyes were watering, my nose was running. I took his cock back in my mouth and tried to clean up as much of his salty man juice as I could from him. I licked what I could of what had dripped down off of his balls.

Pulling away, I wiped my chin and mouth off and looked up at him. His short dark hair was lined with beads of sweat on his forehead. His eyes looked glazed over and his mouth was agape trying to catch his own breath.

After about forty five seconds he stepped back and started to put his now very flaccid member back in his pants and regain his thoughts. “Whew” he sighed as I stood up.

When I stood I felt my own cock pushing hard against my tight blue jeans. I reached down and adjusted so I was comfortable to stand and felt sure it was hidden behind my American Flag T shirt.

But he noticed the bulge I was trying to hid.

He grabbed my cock through my jeans and looked at me. This time I wasn’t afraid to look him in his deer like big brown eyes. We locked gazes for a few seconds before he broke away.

This big man hit his knees and undid the top button of my jeans, lowered my zipper and unleashed my seven inch cut cock and gripped it with his big left hand and started jacking. His hand covered my entire shaft leaving just my dripping head exposed.

With his tongue, he licked the pre-cum off of me and continued to lick the tip of my cock. Removing his hand, his warm wet lips touched my cock and sent volts of electricity through it and into my body. His lips felt like butter on me.

I could feel his moans vibrating through me as he moved his soft lips up and down my super sensitive cock.

Sadly, it didn’t take long before he had me ready to unload what had been building for months across his tongue.

My knees buckled and I struggled to stay standing as my cock exploded in his mouth in total synchronicity with the first loud boom overhead. I felt dizzy with each squirt and each flex of my own cock in his mouth.

It seemed that with each moan, with each volley of my cum, I heard the crowd somewhere in the distance “ohhhh” and “ahhh” as the fireworks exploded hundreds of feet above us. It was probably just the euphoria I felt in the moment, but ya know…

He sucked and licked me clean and backed off. As he stood, I put my cock back in my spandex boxers and closed my pants.

He reached into his pocket and pulled something out. A card, and he handed it too me as he turned and walked away.

Still kind of shaking, I took the card and watched him disappear into the woods the way we came. I looked down at that card and it read…. Dan Clancy .esq and had his legal firm’s name and phone number on it. I stood there for another few minutes before I headed back to Maggie and the rest of the fireworks display.

As I approached her, she looked at me with a concerned look. “Where have you been? I thought you got lost. I was just about to send a search party for ya!”

“I’m sorry, I ran into a friend and we were talking.” I answered, still a little flush from my experience.

“A friend huh?” like she could tell. “You’re gonna have to tell me about this ‘friend’ of yours on the way home.” she chuckled.

Happy 4th y’all!

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